The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Alphas are pretty irresistible. They typically have the charisma, confidence, and authority to demand whatever they want and lesser ones usually comply. And when they don’t comply … well, Alphas have the strength to take it anyway.
Let’s just say they don’t meet with resistance from inferiors very often.
But Queen Sophie isn’t a typical woman. She’s a proud Spartan woman, mother of a developing God Alpha named Master Lucas. She reveres hierarchy, and doesn’t allow anything to interfere with her purpose within it.
See what I mean:
My good sam,
Raphael and I just went through our first hurdle, but I think we overcame it just fine.
Yesterday, Raphel invited me to dinner. Actually, I should say that he summoned me, as it was clearly meant as a order I would better not disobey to. We had a wonderful evening, and I invited him up to my place for one last drink. Then he told me that on Monday he was leaving on a two-week business trip to a beautiful place by the sea, and that he wanted me to come with him to keep him company.
I had to answer him that: “My love, thank you so much for this honor. But I have to decline the offer. My son is coming home from summer camp next week. I’ll be able to spend the end of August with him. I absolutely can’t miss that.” Raphael seemed a little surprised and calmly replied. “I must have been unclear. I’m telling you to come with me to support me and to spend a lot of quality time together. Surely you realize what a privilege it is.”His calm authority gave me chills, but the Spartan Mother in me couldn’t back down. I stood up and firmly reiterated my position. “Raphael, you are my superior and we both know it. I love you and I respect you very deeply. I truly long to be yours and to wholeheartedly serve you. But never ask me to chose between you and my son, because you will never win. I’ve already renounced a man I worshipped with all my heart for my Lucas. I would do it again without a moment of hesitation.”
For a short moment, I thought I was going to lose my chance with this Alpha Man who had chosen me. I was ready for it. I would gladly give up a lifetime at the feet and in the arms of a God Alpha just for one hour spent with my Lucas.
But Raphael stood in front of me and grabbed my chin and said. “Such a fierce mother. I love that. I will never stand between you and your son. You’ll always be a mother. But as a woman, you will be all mine.” Immediately, I felt my anger fade away and I thanked him.
He said “I allow you to spend the last weeks of August with your beloved son. But you’re gonna have to make it up to me.” Then I was weak and submissive once again. “Yes of course, Sir, I will make it up to you, I promise. I beg you, tell me what I can do for your pleasure? Anything, Raphael, Sir.” He hugged me tight and grabbed my bottom. “Let’s go to bed. I want to explore your body. And try out another hole.”
I think you can guess what happened. While we were making love last night, Raphael sodomized me. It was the very first time a man had penetrated me anally. Even Lucas’s father never did. And despite the pain, I enjoyed it much more than I expected… Because I knew it was making him happy and boosting his power.
This morning, I woke him up with a passionate blowjob. I was thrilled to hear him moaning of pleasure. I swallowed his semen with delight… He then asked for his own breakfast, saying that now that he’d given me mine, it was his turn! I brought it to him in bed on a tray, and I massaged and kissed his feet while he ate, under his delighted gaze.
Before leaving, as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, he whispered, “Don’t worry, I won’t always fuck you in the ass. I love your pussy too much. And anyway, one day or another, I’ll put my child in you. You’re such a great mother.” I felt overjoyed. But let’s not rush things!
Raphael is busy until late today, but he’s asked me to come over to his place tonight to stay with him until he leaves on Monday. Of course, I’m looking forward to obeying him and finally getting to see his place! I’ll pack his things like a good submissive woman, and I’ll give him something to remember me and make him want to come back!
There was a brief moment of panic when I read how she respectfully stood up to Master Raphael’s demand, but Master Raphael passed this test perfectly by honoring her courage and her devotion to Master Lucas! This truly reveals the great depth of Master Raphael’s power! Really breathtaking King!
Now, let me ask: does anyone understand why Master Raphael fucked Sophie in the ass that night?
Here’s why: psychologically-speaking Alphas will always seek the more dominant position. This happens instinctively, subconsciously. So when he conceded “power” to Sophie’s demands, Master Raphael’s innate need to dominate demanded a power exchange.
The demand to take her in the ass was that power exchange. Master Raphael was demonstrating that he still rules, that his cock still reigns supreme. It’s a classic power move by a straight God Alpha like Master Raphael!
I’m very proud of my Queen Sophie for her impassioned defense of her relationship with Master Lucas! That was the right thing to do! And ultimately that stance will resonate with Master Raphael for a long time. He will be proud to own a woman with the backbone and the pride to defend her children and her legacy.
He will own not just a woman, but a Spartan woman! And she will be his Queen!
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Ever since I first met Titouan, there has always been one consistent aspect of his life: he lives to fulfill his purpose as a servant of Men. He craves it like breathing. Unlike many other fags I’ve featured here over the years, Titouan serves ALL MEN of practically any age. He just recognizes and accepts his purpose that deeply.
The summer of 2026 is turning out to be Titouan’s most prolific one to date. In addition to serving his married Master, Titouan has gone on holiday and served some younger Alphas, too.
Now this happened:
Hello, i thought i could give some news, it soon will be the end of holiday in south Fr. i spent a few afternoons at beach, some moments had to be with my family, some with a group of other young guys and girls. So hot to see the other boys, some already real young Alphas in their bulging swimwear, but most seem mainly attracted by the tiny bikinis that french highschool girls love to wear to excite boys.
i feel very jealous of these other boys and their inferior, increasing my envy of serving one Alpha.
After a frustrating week, I became a lucky young faggot last Tuesday. i had left the beach alone to buy icecream and was sitting in the above promenade when a man sat next to me and began to ask questions. I had previously seen him on beach and thought that’s a sexy mature man but just a family straight daddy. Yes that’s what he is, but also an Alpha very interested in a boy like me. When he said “j’adore te voir lécher ta glace, minet” (“I love to see you licking your ice cream, twink”) and seemed very excited, no more doubt. I said ok to go with him on Wednesday afternoon, we went with his car to a very discreet place a few km far from seaside. Same sort of Alpha as the one I serve in Paris, mature, hairy, dominant, thinking only of his pleasure. He said I’m quite the sort of twink he loves. He laughed “ridicule ton slip et ta bite de gamin” (“your briefs and dick of little boy”) then ordered “à genoux,pédale” (“on your knees, faggot”). He made me respect the fair hierarchy, he spanked my butt, then i had to lick his big balls, to lick his ass, to suck his big dick, he made it last, got the huge pleasure he deserves, i was only there for that. Don’t know if opportunity to do it again before end of this holiday (not easy with my family and his own), i hope, anyway in my opinion nothing better than a Daddy boy relationship and for me being the young faggot of a real man.
See what I mean?
Titouan is always on the hunt for an Alpha in need, and he’s always prepared to submit long before an Alpha makes a move on him. It’s this kind of mental preparation that has led to Titouan’s success.
But if a faggot wants to successfully serve straight Alphas, it needs to be discreet and humble. Titouan has both of those qualities.
Notice what happened a few days later:
this Sat. morning I had to go with my mother and sisters to an outside market (as there are many here in Provence). We were leaving when twenty meters from us i see the mature Alpha I “met” three days ago (previous message…) with his teen daughters. He saw me too. Of course not a word and my family didn’t realise anything. But I felt so excited, thinking he’s there as a normal straight Dad, but on wednesday he was saying to me “(translated from fr) “I want to see your twink face kissing my briefs”… then “keep moving your sweet tongue in my ass, little faggot”, and later had loved so much to “force” me to swallow with respect. To see him as normal man at this market and think of these moments made my dick hard in my tighty whities under my shorts (but tiny dick meaning no big bulge as other boys would have shown, so my sisters didn’t notice). I wonder whether i’ll be lucky enough to see him another time.
If any fags want lessons in precisely how to train their minds to be service-oriented and valuable, they need only read Titouan’s thread here. He’s exactly what every faggot should strive to be!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a faggot named Chris who met and submitted to a 75-year-old straight Alpha named Mark. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I need to start this post off with a (likely) unpopular declaration: ageism has no place in hierarchy. I can’t tell you the number of FAGS who tell me they want nothing to do with older Men and Alphas. I just want to shake them and scream in their faces: “You’re judging this powerful older Man while you’re just a FAGGOT?!?”
It makes no sense at all.
I bring this up because so many fags complain to me that they have no Alphas to serve, yet will walk right past these older Alphas. They are passing over veritable goldmines of experienced power and earned confidence!
But some faggots get it. Take this incredible experience from a mid-twenties faggot named Chris. He encountered a straight, 75-year-old muscle Daddy named Mark and bravely submitted to him!
Read on:
Hello my fellow fag Sam! I hope you are well and thank you for always sharing your wisdom and guidance with us-I truly appreciate it and you have helped me accept my faghood and place within HIERARCHY. I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Chris and I am a 25 year old faggot in Florida . I work as a teacher to 3rd grade elementary school students, school has recently started back after Summer last Friday and I have had an intense , hot and charged meetings with one of my students Alpha Grandfather. His name is Mark he’s 75 years old (but doesn’t look a day over 49/50 max) and the dude is JACKED! I’m talking bulging bronzed muscles which he always shows off in low cut tank tops and shorts when he picks and drops his grandson who is in my class off every day (as the kids parents are working before school starts and when school ends his grandfather is on school run duty which is how I’ve gotten to know him this past few weeks). he’s got these dark deep blue eyes and silver hair and sexy mustache, the guy is a real silver fox bronzed muscle God!
safe to say the first time I met him I was speechless and instantly getting a hard on in my pants and trying to hide it, I greeted him and welcomed his grandson to school after introducing myself to him, after his grandson went inside and before the other kids arrived we got chatting, he had on dark brown aviators and he just stared right through me and my knees were weak and he has this alpha voice that just travels right through me, loud, assertive and dominant, after introducing myself he told me his name was Mark and he was the kids grandfather and would be doing pick up all year long, we got talking and I complimented his physique and muscles and told him he looked incredible like a true alpha, he smirked and flexed for me and thanked me for noticing, he said I could feel his bicep if I wanted to, Oh Sam I nearly keeled over with excitment,I thought for sure my boner was gonna bust from my bxers right then and there, I Felt up his biceps and loved every second of it, I told him how big he was and that they felt amazing and once again said he was a total Alpha and putting all the other dads in the school to shame. he asked me what I meant by Alpha and I explained that he was the living personification of an Alpha – dominant, confident, masculine and godly, he smirked and nodded along with me and agreed, he said ”Kid I’m the mother fucking Original Alpha, ain’t nobody got anything on me” I said 100% Sir, you are THE Alpha male God, he nodded and said thats fucking right and seemed to notice my growing bulge and asked if i was okay. I tried to cover it up with my hands but ended up making it worse and flat out said to him that my fag tendancies had got the better of me and I Couldn’t control myself, he burst out laughing so loud we got a few stares from other parents nearby and he said deep and rough in his voice, I thought you were a fucking faggot all right, you have that look about you and you cant keep your eyes off my fucking cock” I turned bright red and nodded and apologised , he said dont apologise boy I dont give a fuck, I know I look good and I’ like to be admired, I ‘m not a fag but I like attention. I then told him he deserves to be admired and worshipped every day like the god he is and that as a fag I Would happily do anything for him and said its my role as a fag to serve Alpha men like him and make their lives better, he nodded along intrigued and agreed, time was running out and the next parent was approaching with her daughter, I gave him my number and said it was in case I needed to contact him about his grandson or he needed to contact me about his grandson on it, he thanked me and said he’d talk to me later and he left. I barely got through the school day he was on my mind non stop and I just wanted to jerk off to him, suck him and found myself fantasing about him breeding my fag hole, around 1:50 I got a text and I sneaked a peek at it thinking it was my boss or some parent talking about a food allergy or some such basic shit but it was Marc he said he wanted to talk to me after school while picking up his grandson and to make sure I stayed after his son got in the car. I was so excited. eventually the school day was over, it was agonising waiting for Mark, he was one of the last guaridans toarrive to pick u p his grandson/
Finally he arrrived, he buckled his grandson in the car and we got talking again. he asked me If I was serious about making his life better and that being my duty as a fag, I said 100% sir, it;s my duty as a fag and I would be honoured to serve you, he said he wanted me to do his grocery shopping for him (he sent me a list) and drop it off at his an dhis wifes house that weekend and he also told me he wants me to meet him for a drink this saturday after dropping off his shopping so we can discuss terms of service and that he wants me to give him a foot rub, I said absolutley Sir no problem at all, he said good fag and walked away, we exchanged details about when and where and in 24 hours I am meeting Alpha Mark to discuss the terms of my service and worship his feet, Sam I feel like I’m living on cloud 9 this is insane and I cant believe this is my life, Ive been dreaming fof worshiping a beefy dominant alpha all my life and now one has randomley fallen in to my lap at work no less WTF! I’m so excited, I want to make a good impression on Mark tomorrow, doyou have any tips or advice about what to wear or what to say to make him go all in on this, I want to eventully be his fag to breed and human urinal and I want him to cage my cock but I dont want to overwhelm him, I want this to work, so any and all tips would be appreciated Sam, I’d love any and all advice and tips and tricks you may have to help me land the plane with this alpha, I wanna be his fag so bad and have m y ass breed by him eventually, I dream of having my cock locked up by him, thank you sam! x
I’m so impressed by Chris’s spontaneous bravery in the moment! How was he able to do that? Obviously, he’s been preparing himself by practicing ways to approach Alphas and/or introduce hierarchy. You must understand that the subject of hierarchy is almost like catnip for Alphas. It makes them feel special and powerful. When they hear hierarchy explained, it’s almost like they’re hearing ancient truths (which they are) and it fascinates them.
I loved the way Chris approached Master Mark and made him feel powerful once more! Master Mark might be 75, but he’s still a vibrant and virile Alpha. Chris’s submission gives that back to him!
Chris asked for tips to impress Master Mark. Right now it’s pretty simple, because we aren’t exactly sure what Master Mark wants. However, he clearly loved seeing Chris kneel. I think that should be how Master Mark is always greeted, as well as kissing his feet.
Aside from that, Chris needs to pay close attention to every command (or hint of one). Being respectful and responsive shows Alphas that their every wish is a command to a faggot.
I’m so proud to get to know my brother Chris! His real-life example shows just how easy this can be if we just try!
Hi fag, some time ago there was a question about lucas bergvall, footballer. You said you think he’s a fag and team you, and you were going to ask some football master for opinion. Have you heard anything?
Thank you for writing to me Sir!
I did ask straight Master Jin about it. Of course, as you might remember, Master Jin is an avid footballer/soccer player and has been for most of his adult life.
Master Jin said he’s almost 100% certain that Bervall is a faggot. He also addressed the whole Alpha/fag dynamic in football/soccer, and he said that it’s very common for straight Alphas to own and use faggots around the world.
Not sure about WHY that sport lends itself to hierarchical dynamics, but according to him it’s almost expected.
The other day I mentioned my experience picking up an Alpha Lyft driver, and I figured I would receive at least one question about it. Sure enough, it arrived like clockwork:
Hi Brother Sam, Thank you for running this site as a just turned 18 year old fag I have found it very helpful and informative, I was scrolling through your page about to ask a question myself when a recent reply caught my attention from one of your stories, you mentioned you approached a Lyft driver and Managed to serve him in 2021, could you please share the story with me and inspire me? I only ask as I use an Uber to and from work every day the last month and it’s always this stunning married mid 40’s muscle gym bro who drives me to work and home, we have built up a relationship since the start of July (when I first started using him) and he is very Alpha. masculine, confident and gives off incredible energy, I find myself with the urge to serve him as a fag and was writing to you today for advice/how to approach it as I’m still so new to this world and want to serve him and embrace my duty as a fag and then I saw you mention a lyft driver which is so similar to my story, could you please provide tips/advice and share your story of how you convinced your lyft driver to let you serve him ? thank you brother Sam! much love and respect – Ryan the Fag xo
I wrote about the experience on the previous version of this site, but for some reason I couldn’t find it in my archives (I did find my post about the Alpha I drove home and serviced him after, which I might repost). So I’ll tell the story again, because it really illustrates the power of fearlessly speaking hierarchical truth!
As many of you know, I was arrested in late August of 2020 when a friend of mine asked me to drive a car to him in another state, and that car had meth inside the doors (of which fact I was naively unaware). I spent three weeks in jail before being released on my own recognizance. Three days after my release I came down with a paralyzing staph infection of the blood and pneumonia arising from the chemo port still in my chest from my bout with cancer two years prior. I nearly died from that while laboring in the COVID wing of the hospital, but I eventually overcame it after two months of antibiotics.
I was in rough shape!
I had sold my car to pay bills, so I was immobile for the first time since I was 16 years old. One day I needed to go to an Office Max store for some supplies, so I called a Lyft ride to drive me 15 minutes away. My driver was “Antoine”. I would later find out everybody called him “Twan”.
I was pleasantly surprised when I saw Twan in the driver’s seat. He looked young (turned out he was 24 years old) and wearing a Cardinals jersey. He had a neatly trimmed goatee and his short hair was twisted in little braids. He grunted at me when I greeted him with that indifferent black Alpha attitude I learned to overcome long ago. And so we started off.
I started by asking him how long he had been driving Lyft. “A coupla months,” was the blunt reply. So I quickly pivoted to my own previous experience driving Uber and Lyft for a year, and I mentioned how weird some of the rides had been. No real response. Then I said, “I’m sure you get a lot of people flirting with you since you’re Alpha.” He chuckled a little bit and agreed. “My girl don’t like that part.”
So then I said, “Do you consider yourself to be Alpha?” He quickly agreed that he was. So then I said, “Some people don’t think Alphas are real, but I know they are.” I began to describe some of the qualities of Alphas and what sets them apart. I had his attention.
Then I said, “I’m a firm believer in hierarchy.” He replied, “What do you mean?” So I explained how males are different, and how Alphas like him are at the top of the hierarchy pyramid and other males are below and serve the Alphas on top.
Then came the magic question: “So what are you?” I smiled, and without hesitation said, “I’m a faggot, Sir.”
Twan laughed in knowing surprise. “Yeah, I thought you were.”
By this point we were almost there. Time to wrap it up: “I’ve accepted that my role is to serve superior Men and Alphas like you. It’s just the way the world is.” Twan pulled his SUV up in front of the store.
Before getting out, I ended this way: “Sir, if you want to take my number, you can call if you ever need anything.” He took my number. “Thank you, Sir,” I said respectfully as I left his vehicle.
I went inside the store and, after looking around unsuccessfully for a bit, asked a clerk to help me. Suddenly, my phone dings. I have a message from Twan:
“Come out to the truck now.”
I immediately excused myself and left the store. In front of the store was Twan’s SUV. I climbed into the back seat, asking coyly, “Are you in need, Sir?”
“Yeah.”
We drove around until we found a bank that was closed (it was COVID, and many places were closed during the weekdays). He pulled to a discreet back corner of the lot, parked, and then hurried into the back seat with me. He pulled down his sweat pants and underwear in one smooth motion and said, “suck my dick, fag!”
One thing I love about black Alphas is the length and weight of their limp dicks. Even when they’re not hard, they’re still impressive when you manipulate them or suck them. Twan was not totally hard when I started, so I got to enjoy the pleasure of it rapidly growing in my mouth. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth for a bit, and he barked commands like “moan more!” when he wanted some vibration.
When he was getting close, I was starving for his load, but Twan loves shooting his loads on his cocksucker’s mouths/faces. He did that to me, and I pushed what I could into my mouth and swallowed it after.
Then he drive me home.
Since he had a girlfriend, he couldn’t use me all the time, but I was one of his regular cocksuckers for about a year or so until I was finally sentenced and sent to prison in July of 2022. When I was released two years later Twan had changed his phone number and mine was different, too. So that was the end of that!
As you can see, this isn’t particularly difficult. It really just requires a faggot to be fearlessly honest about hierarchy and purpose. You have truth and the insatiable Alpha sex drive on your side! Use those things to your advantage just like I did then!
I recently met an Alpha (I believe) out having coffee. I have seen him a few times He just moved to Pittsburgh and he told me he is a little down on his luck< just broke up with a girlfriend he lived with. We have had a few words and today as he was leaving I said to him, ” If you need anything, let me know” and he said OK thanks” and walked out
2 minuets later he walked back in and said to me. “If your serious. This may seem odd, But I do need a pair of Steel toe work boots, even if they are used. The last place I was staying at, mine disapreed and im starting a new union job on Monday and I need them and I am a little short
I told him that I would see what I could do and I got his # and that I’d text him if I came up with anything
I got home and looked online and found some. I texted him I asked him when he needed them by He texted back next Monday and I said ” great don’t worry. You will have your boots He was very greatful Then I askedd him “What color. Bkack or Tan? He typed back exactly,” “Lol, lets go with Tan” and I gave a thumbs up
So I ordered him his new boots, i also orded hin a new pack of work socks and work gloves. He doesn’t know I have done this. The stuff will be here in 2 days.
When I give it to him I am going to act like its no big deal Which it is not.. It will leave me a little short on cash this week and I am nervous of where this may go. I have never been this forward, Ill let you know what happens.
Feedback?
Thank you for sharing your experience, brother!
I’m so proud of you for taking such initiative, brother! The opportunity presented itself, and you took action when so many other fags would hesitate and then live with regrets! It reminds me almost exactly of my situation with my straight Lyft driver in 2021 when I made him an offer over a 15-minute car ride, and that led to a year of service as his DL cocksucker! You just never know! It also reminds me of the experience years ago of Home Depot Fag, the brother who bought an Alpha’s purchases while in line at Home Depot that also led to months of service. Fags need to take action!
I guarantee you this Alpha has been thinking about you and your actions since you last spoke. He’s wondering about why you’re offering this, and I’m sure he’s reaching the correct conclusion. You should be ready to make a case for hierarchy when you give the shoes to him, because I’m sure he’ll ask. Be as blunt as you possibly can. Lay it out on the line, and allow him to think on it.
But even if nothing comes of it, you have just made a huge breakthrough personally. It’s not easy, but it’s not as bad as it seems, right? So don’t give up, because you’re on the right track!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a gay marriage that has blossomed into a hierarchical union between a faggot named Dean and his husband. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been interesting to me to follow the hierarchical transformation of Dean’s marriage to an oddly-repressed Alpha. As Dean’s understanding and acceptance of his purpose as a faggot has grown, his Alpha husband has also transformed into much more of the Alpha he was always meant to be.
This is why I emphasize how fully-actualized faggots help all Men become what they actually are. Even if that Man is a straight Alpha with no interest in gay sex, owning and using fags financially or domestically transforms him. That’s what we’re seeing in Dean’s Alpha husband as Dean submits to him more deeply.
But now we’re getting into tougher territory. A big test of a fag’s real commitment to service is the acceptance of an Alpha’s need to breed others. For most people, this would be a violation of a marriage bond, but for a faggot married to an Alpha it’s merely another way to submit.
But that service can be deepened even more, as Dean is going to discuss in his latest update:
As I told you some months ago, I have accepted that my Master-Husband has the need to breed other faggots to embrace his real nature as an Alpha. Despite our love for each other, our transition towards an unequal relationship required some adjustments in our apartment: I now sleep in the individual bed from the guests room and he stays in the master bedroom. This has made things more practical, as when he brings fags home the bedroom is always available and I can have my space while he fucks them. He also sometimes invites me in the master bedroom to sleep with him. This makes these nights even more special and I always take extra care to be smooth and ready for him. He particularly enjoys playing with me while I am asleep and often I wake up with him fingering my pussy or with his full length already inside me.
Unsurprisingly, he is having no trouble finding other faggots. He goes to the gym commando and these bitches practically throw themselves at him! I can’t blame them. But as I told you in my previous message, I wanted to find and offer him some faggots to show him my acceptance of our new relationship. My Master-Husband also thought that it would be a good exercise to train my submission and promised me that, if he liked them, he would let me join and give me his cum at the end.
My fag hunting exercise has proven very successful, so I wanted to share the tricks that I learned in case it was useful for someone else in a similar journey. At the beginning, I found it difficult to introduce the topic when I identified one, but eventually I realised that faggots love to talk about men and their relationships and is often one of the first conversations that they have with someone new. My strategy has been to start by asking, as naturally as possible:
Have you ever been with an Alpha?
This is usually followed by them asking me what do I mean by an Alpha, which enables me to talk about the hierarchy and my relationship with my Master-Husband. They are always very curious about it, and it leads to several questions about the relationship dynamics. I make sure to show them a picture of him before we talk about the sexual dynamics, so that when we do they subconsciously start imagining him doing the things that I describe.
Then I ask the question that seals the deal:
Have you ever been cunted?
They rarely know what I mean by this, but when I explain what it is, I have them begging me to spend a night with him!
As you can see these questions are based on the material and advice that you provide in the website to approach Alphas, just tailored to faggots and their weaknesses, and it has worked wonderfully. After all, it takes one to know one! So again, thank you Sam!
I’m really proud of Dean for embracing the new arrangement in their home. I think it’s necessary, but that doesn’t make it easy. It’s great how quickly Dean’s husband instituted new rules and sleeping arrangements, staking his claim as Master. This is an important developmental step for an Alpha, and ones wise faggots accept.
The net result of Dean’s Master-husband enforcing these rules and breeding other fags in what used to be their bed is a deepening of Dean’s submission. I suppose we could call it “cucking” even though I don’t think that exactly fits. However, the arrangement does act like a chastity cage as far as denial is concerned.
Also, Master-Husband’s prolific breeding habits leaves Dean in awe. This is why Dean was so eager to find fags for Master-Husband to breed … it’s a version of tributing to a King. These fresh fags are Dean’s tribute to him.
I absolutely loved hearing how Dean inverted my approach to Alphas in order to entice more faggots! Such a clever thing to do! I’m sure Master-Husband loved these new toys being delivered to him by his personal faggot!
Once again, it’s SO IMPORTANT to embrace truth, especially in a marriage. When we do that, not only are we allowing ourselves to experience fulfillment, but we’re also giving our partner that same gift!
Hi, my name is Jorge, and I wanted to ask you something about hierarchy.
I am 40, have always been dominant, but finding your site gave me language to understand what I am. Thanks for that. After reading some of the posts here, I understand that I am a protector Alpha. I have been using fags for more than 20 years now, since high school, today I am happily married to a very submissive 31 year-old guy, and now I understand that he is my faggot. He cooks and cleans for me, and I make sure to breed him many times a week.
But enough about me. I really wanna know your opinion about something else. I am a college professor, and I teach multiple first-year classes every year, which means that I am constantly dealing with 18 and 19-year-old young men recently arrived from high school. I don’t know how old you are, Sam, but when I was in college in the early 2000s, there were only two possible outcomes for when a faggot entered college: the Alphas would fuck the fag (as I did), or the Alphas would bully him (as sadly many guys used to do). Nowadays, however, I have seen a very different dynamic in this younger generation. Many straight Alphas treat the fags with a lot of respect, really taking care of them. I don’t know if they fuck the fags in their parties when their girlfriends are not around. They probably do, but that’s not the point. What I mean is that there seem to be a whole generation of Alphas who understand their role and responsibility. I constantly see straight guys from the soccer team, in a context that has everything to be hyper masculine and homophobic, writing supportive comments in the posts of some faggots and femboys. Last semester we had a student (a very delicate and feminine gay) who broke his leg and wore a cast for months, and I saw straight students with Alpha energy helping him to go upstairs countless times, there were four or five guys, all of them straight and hypermasculine, who basically adopted the fag while he was recovering.
Do you think something is changing? Do you have the same impression that Alphas born from 2006 on tend to respect fags much more than 20 or 30 years ago? I mean, Alphas have used fags since the beginning of times, but I think that straight Alphas are more and more aware of how to take of the weak, even if they don’t use the fags sexually.
Master Jorge, thank you for writing to me!
First of all, I’m so glad you found this site and discovered the words and meanings behind your natural behaviors throughout your life! It’s always amazing to meet Alphas like you who just acted naturally and did what instinct told them to do without any influence, yet you epitomize Alphahood in its purest form! Thank you for sharing those details about your life, Master!
I love that you are in the PERFECT place to really witness the hierarchical changes in both Alphas and faggots (and their interactions) at that age! And you’re an intelligent Alpha, so you can really see it clearly and even address it!
I absolutely agree that there has been a sea-change in how Alphas and faggots interact these days. It’s essentially due to the internet and the proliferation of truth. I’ve always lived by a saying I made up years ago: “Where there is more knowledge, there is less hate.” The fact that particularly straight Alphas have access to knowledge about the truth of homosexuality and the vital resource fags can be has changed everything. This understanding has come not just from the internet, but also the large number of TV shows and movies demonstrating how hot gay romance can be. And let’s not forget about hierarchical porn, which has finally broken from the reciprocal-sex bullshit that studio porn forced on everyone for decades. Amateur porn has shown that Alphas exist and they roughly use faggots, even abusively. It’s a realistic portrait of what the hierarchical dynamic looks like, and Men are finding it incredibly hot!
And while I’m at it, I’ll give a shout-out to findom as well. There’s no doubt that many young straight Alphas have been come to know hierarchy through findom, and once they experience the high of being tributed vast sums of money simply for being superior, they are addicted. Many straight Alphas jack off to their faggots worshiping them!
For young straight Alphas in many parts of the world, the ownership of a faggot is like a status symbol. It shows off an Alpha’s power and lordship. But even more than that, I think straight Alphas now realize that they are entitled to whatever kinds of pleasures or forms of worship offered to them. They want an unlimited kingdom serving them!
Just like you, Master, my site sits in the confluence of all of these tidal forces that are changing Alphas and faggots. I see the same effects that you do, Master. Honestly, when I first started this site in 2015, one of my stated goals was to get more straight Alphas to see the hierarchical truth about their own existence and everything that is available to them by owning/using faggots. I am not claiming I’ve been that agent of such a massive perspective shift, but there’s no doubt my site has been a meditation spot on the road to that understanding. In the end, I think I’ve exceeded my stated goal.
In fact, it’s a joyful miracle that, 11 years later, you were able to come here and learn more about yourself and your faggot partner and that I was able to meet such an incredible Alpha as you, Master! Thank you very much for writing to me! Hopefully you will have more to share!
The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The last we heard from Ethan, he was preparing to serve King Karter and a bunch of his Alpha BNWO brothers over the Fourth of July holiday in America. When I didn’t hear back from him, I figured he was either in the hospital recovering, or had been split in half and buried in a shallow grave. Let’s face it: black Alphas are not gentle, especially with faggots.
But then I remembered how much King Karter, Ethan’s Owner, cherished his newest faggot. And King Karter would always make sure his favorite toys are well tended and cared for!
But now, more than a month later, Ethan returns to share the wild details of the greatest holiday he’s ever experienced! Buckle up:
Hi Sam,
I am very sorry for not emailing you after the cookout in July. But I have had a lot of dates since then, partially to make up for the time I had to take off for finals and the time I will take off for the first two weeks of school so I can get a schedule down. I also had to submit this email to King Karter 4 times until he finally approved it; he had me edit a lot out that I wanted to tell you.
I will get to what happened at the party first. (I will tell you what I can) First, the party started on Saturday, the 4th of July. #1, and another fag that was owned by another King, and I got there around 10:00. They rented out a large Airbnb with a pool, hot tub, and a BBQ, with a decent-sized bar inside that was part of the kitchen. I manned the bar and set it up while number 1 and the other fag got the food together and started setting up the rest of the house with lube, sex toys, and other items. They started marinating the meats and making the mac and cheese, pasta and potato salads, and a few other foods that were already prepared when the first group of Kings and a few other faggots started arriving. King Karter could not arrive until later in the evening because he had to work, and #3 also had to come later because of his work.
When we arrived, we were told we had to wear either a very small string jockstrap or a lace panty thong. I chose the jockstrap as I don’t really like wearing girly stuff. We had to wear them at all times unless a king pulled them off, but then we had to put them back on after they were done with us. We also still had to stay locked at all times, of course, so I was locked all 4th weekend, and we had to refer to all of the Kings as “Daddy.” A lot of them liked that, so the other Kings said it was a rule. It was a four-bedroom house, and one of the bedrooms had two twin beds where we faggots could sleep or take our break times. Even though we had break times, there were many times when I would be asleep because I was so exhausted, and then I would just wake up with a huge dick in my mouth or one sliding up my hole. We didn’t have time to really sleep because even if we were on our “break time,” we were still used. There were, in all, about 9 Kings that came and went; most stayed most of the weekend. With 6 of us faggots. The group was originally going to leave on Monday the 6th, but they were having such a good time that the King that got the place called the manager and had the stay extended until Wednesday the 8th. I had to go to work on Tuesday and Wednesday, but I would go back there to help in the evening and to help clean up on Wednesday afternoon.
I managed most of the bar, along with serving drinks and food, cleaning up after them, and giving massages, along with any other needs like laundry and anything else they needed. There was a huge walk-in shower in the main Master suite bedroom where, instead of having one degnated urinal fag for a given time like the last party, the Kings wanted to have like a huge piss bukkake times, so they would pick a faggot pull them into the walk-in shower, we would get on our knees and the Kings would all stand around us in like a circle and piss on us like a bukkake just with piss, we would then have to keep our mouth open and try to drink as much of it as we could. If there was only one King that needed to piss, he would ask around and try to get others to join in. They would pull whoever (faggot) they liked or who was the closest. But I noticed some would pull certain faggots more often. After they were all done, the fag would have to lick up the floor as much as he could, and after the kings all left, we could shower and rinse off so we didn’t smell of piss the whole weekend. They originally wanted to do it outside, but some of the Kings were concerned the neighbours might see or hear it and call the cops or the owner of the place.
We also each had to spend time in the Master suite with a huge King Bed, blindfolded for sometimes hours at a time, and let anyone that came in use us. We were not allowed to remove the sleeping mask until our owners came back into the room to tell us our time was up. That part was a little nerve-racking because I could not tell who was coming and going, who was fucking my mouth or ass. Well, I could tell sometimes by their voice and the way they handled me, like King Karter, of course, especially if I had been used by them before on dates, or at the party. For some, it was more difficult. It was harder, because if I could see and know who I was serving, I could do what I knew they liked. But when you’re just there on all fours on a bed and all of a sudden you have a dick in your mouth and just start sucking, it is hard to tell if they like what you are doing, if they like a lot of tongue or more lips, or more spit, if they like me licking their balls a lot, or strokes with my tongue, or long, deep throat. Sometimes they had me close my eyes under the sleeping mask; they would then pull it up, and then they would paint my face with a few loads of cum and put the mask back on. Then when I would open my eyes again under the sleeping mask, the cum would start to run in my eyes and burn my eyes. Also, they would like to get really rough during those times, with a lot of verbal humiliation, like name-calling and slapping. Which I didn’t mind.
But, there was this brand new faggot named Evan. He came with another King. Evan is just a 19y/o twink, dirty/blond, blue-eyed with a tan, tight body, and a huge flirt and fun guy. He had never been exposed to this kind of party before, so I think it kind of freaked him out a bit. After his time in the Master suite, he spent a lot of time in the bathroom; I didn’t notice it until #1 came over to me and asked me to go talk to him because he might need someone to talk to. I wasn’t sure what I could do, but I said Yeah, sure. I knocked on the door and asked if he was good. I could hear he had been crying a bit. And I asked if I could come in. I didn’t know him well; we had just met like a day before. So I felt kind of uncomfortable because I didn’t know what to say. I just asked if he was good and what was wrong. He said he didn’t think this kind of thing was what he was going to do. His King and he had just been fucking for about the last 4 months, and this was the first time he had been with more than one guy at the same time, even though he had been getting fucked since he was 14. I think the time in the Master suite was like an experience he wasn’t ready for; he was a bit scared and intimidated. I didn’t blame him; I was too, and I had been to another party like this before. He knew that he would get fucked by other men before he came, but he didn’t know he would be blindfolded and just used like that. I told him a little bit about my experiences and being shared (I left out the part where the men pay King Karter for it) He was in shook a bit of some of the things I told him, But I also told him it was possibly the greatest experience I have had in my life, that King Karter takes care of me, and watches over me to make sure no one hurts me, has helped me change my life, and helped me fulfill my purpose, the times I get to do chores for him or clean for him and I also get to please not only him but many of his friends, it was worth it, I asked him what he liked the best about surviving his King, Evan said, he obviously loved the sex, he also felt his King made him feel safe and wanted, he loved the force and strength his King had when using him. I told him to focus on those things and not let the other stuff bother him so much, so that he will get used to it soon. Not to freak out and abandon his new King because once he gets used to it, he will probably love everything about it too, like I do. He had a big smile and hugged me after. I think he felt a lot better. I told him if he wanted to talk after the cookout and hang out. Since then, we have hung out a few times, and we have talked on the phone and texted multiple times a week. He has been feeling better about everything. I also told him about your website and Discord. He was shocked because he had never heard of you before and didn’t think this kind of thing was so widespread. He is a cute guy, and I know he will serve many alphas well. I don’t know if he has joined the Discord yet, but he has read many of the stories and figured out which one was mine. He was shocked by the date thing at first, but he said he does not know if he would be able to do it if his King would ask him to. He is still serving him and does not regret any of it anymore, and it has since been shared a few more times, but he is not bothered by it anymore. I think the first time being blindfolded and having random dudes you don’t know use you was a hard intro to being a real faggot.
After King Karter read that part in my previous drafts, he said he was proud of me helping another faggot. He said from what Evan’s King told him, he was sure that we would see Evan again at another party. I think he will still need more time to get used to all of it, but I know he will get used to it.
Anyways, I will wrap it up. Other than the party, I have been going on a lot of other dates to make up for the time I can’t do it during school or when I have finals. I will be starting my last year here. Don’t know if I will stay to get a master’s in business; I think it’s kind of a waste of time. My job is going well, though, and King Karter said he might have big plans for us for next summer if everything goes well this year. But he doesn’t want to spoil the surprise. Now I want to know, but I might have to wait a whole year!
Ok, thanks, Sam! I hope you had a good Summer.
Love,
Ethan #5
As I’ve emphasized many times on this site, there are plenty of Alpha groups across America and around the world that host parties where they share their faggots. Some of these are gay Alphas, but more often they are straight or bisexual Alphas who own fags. Yes, I know it sounds like fantasy (or porn), but it 100% really happens. Alphas like the opportunity to bond sexually with each other, sharing power together, and they know the truest expression of that is by using faggots together. These Alphas like to hold court together and be treated like Emperors.
Or did you think King Karter used the title “King” just for effect?
I’m so proud of Ethan for maintaining his composure and service level throughout the entire extended party, through the mid-sleep rapes, etc. It’s not easy to stay in the moment when you’re constantly being hunted by that many giant black dicks!
Just ask poor Evan!
Again, I am so proud of Ethan for taking on that mentor faggot role in order to comfort his inexperienced brother! I knew Ethan was a mentor fag, and this was his moment to shine! It’s REALLY not easy to try to talk someone down in the middle of a high-stress function like this party, but Ethan did a good job getting Evan to talk and reason out about his purpose. It’s no wonder King Karter singled out that part for praise!
You know, I remember when King Karter first took ownership of Ethan, and how overwhelmed Ethan was by the experience. To see King Karter’s training and care yield such fine fruits is truly wonderful. It glorifies his Master, and demonstrates Ethan’s maturity and value! There aren’t many faggots as impressive as Ethan in the world! I’m glad he’s finding such blissful fulfillment in King Karter’s service!
Thank you, Ethan, for continuing to share your journey! And thank you King Karter for allowing him to share it!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling an 18-year-old virgin French faggot named Loic who has been claimed my straight God Alpha Master Jerome. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I spent most of my life being anti-condom, and somehow I never got an STD. Seriously. I feel like I somehow tap-danced through the minefield of sexually transmitted diseases, and there’s definitely a sense of survivor’s guilt hanging over me today. I mean, shouldn’t I have at least gotten HERPES or something??
Writing this site has forced me to try to be cautious about my “no condoms” viewpoint, because I certainly don’t want to be the cause of someone getting something life-altering! However, with the advent of truly effective prophylactic meds like PrEP (soon to be a twice-yearly injectable!), the risks associated from being bred by an Alpha are drastically reduced. We should all be celebrating these advances, because they are making sexual pleasure much less scarier than a few decades ago.
Even though I don’t discuss condoms much here, yesterday’s post about Master Hulk and his disdain for condom use (like all powerful Alphas) was going to inevitably turn the discourse here toward that taboo. First up: Loic, the former virgin faggot of God Alpha Jerome in France:
Hi brother!! This is Loic from France, everything is good here and Jerome is breeding me multiple times a week now. My hole is more and more looking like a real pussy, and it feels great!
I have a quick question, brother… I just read Master Hulk’s text (so hot!!) and I can’t stop thinking about what he said about condoms. He said that Noah wants him to wear condoms when he fucks girls, but he doesn’t do it all the time. Well, I do the same thing with Jerome… I LOVE to know that he has other fags to fuck and other girls too, because he deserves it! But I asked him if I could be the only one he fucks bareback and he said that he would think about it. I asked my doctor what to do, I didn’t say I’m a fag, but I said that I had a boyfriend with a open relationship. He is a straight man, but he just chuckled and said “well, as your doctor, I must tell you that I don’t think your partner will wear condoms, but we can find ways to make it less risky to you”. He asked me if Jerome was a bottom too (can you imagine??) and I said that he does not bottom at all, so apparently the risks of bareback sex are lower. But my doctor recommended me to do the test every 3 months and take prep just in case.
I told to Jerome about this appointment, and his plan is: both of us going on prep, taking all the tests every 3 months, he breeds me bareback, he fucks other guys and girls bareback too, but I do not let other Men fuck me. I still asked him to wear a condom, but I don’t want to insist too much… he told me to talk to you, but now that I read this account by Hulk I decided to finally reach out to you.
What would you do if you had a sexy, generous, and gorgeous French Alpha willing to breed you multiple times a week, but reluctant to wear a condom when fucking other people?
Thank you Sam!! I love you 🙂
I’ll answer Loic’s question first: you know EXACTLY what I’d do: I’d let that French Alpha do whatever he wants!
Given that Master Jerome is a straight Alpha who would NEVER bottom (the idea is LAUGHABLE!), there is virtually no chance he’d ever contract HIV. Therefore, I’d never even ask him to use a condom on me or anyone else. There’s also virtually no chance that Master Jerome’s powerful need to conquer and breed faggots and females will ever be controlled. This was one of the primary reasons he exists! Petty fears and insecurities will never rein in his needs!
But, true to form, Master Jerome didn’t get upset when Loic brought up the subject of condoms and/or preventative care. Not at all! In fact, Master Jerome is willing to take PrEP along with his fag in order to keep breeding! That kind of deep understanding is such a rare quality anymore in Alphas! It reveals the depth of love and care Master Jerome has for his faithful little fag!
I really love the dynamic Master Jerome and Loic have built together. It’s essentially the perfect relationship for both! It’s not surprising that it works so well, because it’s built entirely on hierarchical truth!
Hello sam, A MASTER i’m chatting with (HE is very kind to accept to answer my questions and give me great advice on my path to submission even though W/we live far away and i’ll very proboably never serve HIM) suggested i might contact you. HE mentioned your website to me and i’m glad i found it as you seem to be a very experienced sub and a very generous one who gives precious advice. i’m a beginner in submission. i never served a Master yet but i’m looking for one as, deep inside, i feel the need to kneel and serve at the feet of a Superior Man. i’m 58 and i used to be straight. It took me time to understand and accept that my nature is to serve an Alpha. i have one major question as a beginner: can a sub have a personal life? i know being a sub means taking care of the Master’s needs, make His life better, do the chores He commands, serve Him the way He wants. i know it requires some sacrifices, to do some things i may not like at first and i’m ready for that. However i also can’t imagine my life without seeing my friends, having drinks or going out with them, reading books, going to the movies, travelling… Is it possible to serve a Master and still have a personal life of your own when you’re a sub? As a beginner, i can’t imagine being a 24/7 servant. Maybe it will come, maybe not but this is not a question for me now. i guess everything probably gets clearer when one finds the right Master. i would be happy to have your opinion, based on your experience, about how a sub may reconcile service to a Master and personal life. Please accept my apologies if the expression of my feelings is not perfectly clear as english is not my native language (i’m french). Many thanks for taking time to read this message and, if you feel like it, for answering it. And many thanks for your website. i wish you a great day. beginner in submission didier
Thank you for writing, my brother Didier!
How exciting for you to finally live out your truth! I’m glad you’re experimenting with a long-distance Alpha so you can at least get a taste of submission! But, as you’re probably thinking, you really need to find local Alphas to serve. Fortunately, you live in France, the country with more powerful Alphas per square kilometer than I’ve ever known!
You make a great point about balancing life as a faggot with the life you’re accustomed to living. And yes, if you do find an Alpha to own you as your Master, some of your life will need to change to some degree. I think you can agree with me that you’d like to make some changes so you can find fulfillment.
But honestly, every Alpha/faggot relationship is different. Some Masters let their faggots live a mostly-normal life, while others want their faggots to be chained-up slaves. So the key here is to find an Alpha that best suits how you feel now as a beginner. As you grow, you may want something more intense. So I don’t think you need to worry much about that right now.
So be careful and really examine your Alpha choices before choosing the one who will be your Master!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of Master Jin, a straight Korean Alpha who first learned about the ownership of faggots when he learned his college roommate Chin was a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
There are a couple of milestone moments that transformed this humble Tumblr sex blog into a mammoth site of hierarchical truth. One was the discovery of Master Jase (California Alpha). Another was the story of Frat Fag (which will be returning soon to the paid threads portion of the site).
But the story of straight Master Jin and his college roommate Chin mushroomed into a saga so gigantic that I almost lost fingers trying to type fast enough. Through countless hours of messaging, emails, counseling, and recording every word for posterity, Master Jin’s story nearly broke me … but it also built the foundation for this monstrosity you’re reading today.
Master Jin’s story started in 2019, and here we are still talking in 2026. A lot has changed with Master Jin since then. He’s now a successful doctor who bravely and tirelessly fought the COVID epidemic in Canada. He has a steady girlfriend.
But some things remained the same. He still owns Chin and Lee as his live-in faggots. They’re both still caged. He still milks them a couple of times a week. And he makes sure they’re constantly filled with his potent seed.
I recently had a conversation with Master Jin that started with Master Jin asking this: “Do you think Lee is happy being my fag?”
So I shared this beautiful thought Lee had sent to me:
Needless to say, Master Jin was really happy to hear that … so happy that he went home that night and cunted Lee!
Lee is in a bit of a mess because I managed to cunt him again this evening. Faggot I did it because you showed me the message he sent I knew he was in need of a good fuck. Lee is a very good fuck. I do enjoy my faggots.
Then came a couple of surprises regarding Master Jin’s girlfriend:
okay but she has a hard time about my fags. When I showed her that they were caged that did not help. She is still processing it I think. Feels so normal to me.
Then, another doozie:
Well it was bad. She came back and I was fucking Lee. She was upset. She went back to her mums.
Wow! That’s crazy! However, it’s an Alpha’s right to use whatever he wants. A female can just leave if she can’t handle the fact that very dominant Alphas must exercise their power over everyone, both females and faggots. It’s simply nature.
But then something happened that demonstrates the absolute power Alphas have to really change those they own:
I called Lee a good girl as I was milking her the other day. I think things are changing for the best.
Lee told me about this incident, and how it affected him:
Since Jin cunted me twice in only two weeks I feel very strange. I am not a man I understand that. I think I am more a girl than a faggot. When he said that I’m a “good girl” on the weekend it triggered something deep inside me. I really am a girl trapped in a man’s body. I have not even talk to Jin about it yet.
Think about that: a Master’s words to his faggot can change its entire perception of itself or trigger deeper needs within it!
Master Jin thinks the prolonged chastity and being cunted repeatedly is responsible for Lee’s desire to have a sex change operation. I don’t necessarily agree. But we did see a similar course with Master Matt’s faggot Yul many years ago. I don’t think transsexualism is understood well enough to make any definitive statement.
Every time I talk to Master Jin and his beautiful, obedient faggots Chin and Lee, I’m filled with joy and pride. We’ve been through so much together, and yet every day I learn more and more from them!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I love self-reflective Alphas. There is so much to learn about the growth and mentorship of Alphas and how they develop, but how will anyone ever know unless there are some Alphas who are actively thinking about their own experiences and thoughtfully tracking their development?
What I’ve done on this site is completely define Alphahood, not as a fetish or a theory, but as an objectively REAL type of Man. It’s something that can be measured in quantifiable ways other than weakened knees and rapid heartbeats.
One of the more thoughtful Alpha voices I’ve collected over the years is King Phillip. He’s an Alpha who deeply ponders and reflects on his power, why it’s there, and how best to use it.
A couple of days ago, out of the blue, King Phillip texted me like this:
Fuck, bullying really is natural, And it’s natural I’m the one doing it. I used to think I was a nice kid, when I was growing up. But I started looking back on those times very seriously, and looking at some of the things I still have from then. I was an absolute bully, and I never realized that.
To which I replied:
I think all Alphas have both Protector and Destroyer Alpha aspects in them during their formative years, but one side takes over predominantly during maturation.
King Phillip replied:
And even protectors bully, sometimes as ruthlessly as a destroyer. What’s kind of messing with my head is how I didn’t really understand I was being a bully back then. I wonder if that is just being Alpha or if I was trying to not see what I was doing.
You couldn’t see it. Those were your natural actions as an Alpha.
That’s probably true. It feels natural when I do it today, and back then I wouldn’t have taken seriously my own power
Exactly, Master. This is why education on Hierarchy is so important. Young Alphas need to be mentored and taught about the overwhelming power that they have so they can be aware of it, as well as how to use it.
Haha not everyone is a faggot. I’m sure a lot of my victims back then didn’t like it the way you would
It doesn’t matter. They were inferior to you, and you were unknowingly enforcing hierarchy by putting them in their place.
That feeds my ego, fuck.
If it all starts with bullying, then hierarchy starts at the top. It’s something Alphas impose on the rest of the world.
But the world submits because of obvious Alpha superiority
I think they submit because I’m more powerful. My superiority might be natural, but I end up at the top because I put myself there. But I’m quibbling
Why do you think your faggots serve you, Master?
Because they crave a more powerful man, and I radiate power.
They want to please you.
They do! And they want me to TAKE from them. And that’s ripe for bullying and humiliation. Have you ever met an Alpha who wasn’t a bully?
I’ve been owned by a couple of God Alphas who weren’t bullies in the traditional sense. They got whatever they demanded, but they weren’t hurtful to me.
That’s interesting. I wonder if there’s some sense in which they were bullies but never had to actually be mean
I was very obedient, Master
I can’t imagine you any other way, cocksucker
Awww that was such a nice compliment! I’ve rarely seen King Phillip’s softer side!
Then King Phillip continued:
You’ve played a big role in my development as an Alpha. I have an actual stable now because of it.
I own three, and use two more.
1) my asskisser, who is older and sends me messages and other kinds of things to feed my megalomania
2) my footlicker, who serves me sexually
3) my head boy, who is my longest serving faggot, gives me lots of different kinds of service (this is Dylan, whom I stole from the other ‘alpha’)
4) pincushion, who I fuck when I visit the city
5) girlboy, who I also fuck when I go to the city haha
Yes. I didn’t include my husband, who serves me but it’s not a real ‘arrangement’ haha
Then King Phillip shared a super-hot video clip of one of his faggots sucking his big dick while he used call/response to train it. I’m not allowed to share it – sorry everybody. One of the few perks of being a faggot running a site like this, I guess!
I’ve been so proud to be King Phillip’s sounding board as he’s grown more accustomed to his awesome power and how to wield it! He’s truly one of a kind, an unparalleled King among Men and fags!
The following post is part of a thread following a faggot named Caio who wants to serve his two straight Alpha friends Felipe and Marcello, but they both have different issues with it. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s a scientific fact that all straight Alphas want to fuck assholes. Why? Because it’s tighter, it’s taboo, and it’s painful for the receiver. Men have deep sadistic streaks running through them, and they can barely hide it even when they’re trying.
There’s just one huge problem for these straight Men and Alphas: women almost entirely hate being fucked in the ass and will do whatever they can to refuse it.
This does, of course, provide a huge opening (no pun intended) for faggots to offer their own holes for use. That’s one reason why we’ve seen an increasing number of straight Alphas owning faggots. Not only will a faggot never tell an Alpha “no”, but it will practically beg for even more dick and cum! Straight Alphas are getting wise to this.
But so are the girlfriends of these straight Alphas. They don’t want to be repeatedly fucked in the ass by their Alphas, so why not arrange for the boyfriend to fuck a faggot instead? It takes the burden off of the girlfriend, while also making use of a fag’s natural function.
It’s one of those few situations where a faggot is a perfect solution to a persistent problem!
Notice how that situation is happening to Caio:
Hi brother Sam! This is Caio again, I sent you two messages about my complicated life with Marcelo and Felipe. Do you remember me?
I told you that Felipe was too politically correct and Marcelo just makes jokes about me being a fag. And I was trying to serve them.
I have been serving Marcelo by making his girlfriend’s hair, make-up, and nails for three weeks now. She is really nice and really sweet with me. She always says how much she loves the gays and how her best friends are all feminine guys. We got really close to each other and it didn’t take too long for us to start talking about Marcelo. After a few days talking about superficial stuff, she said “you know Caio, I’m gonna tell you something because you’re my girly friend, but Marcelo has a huge dick, he gives me too much work”. I was so horny that I needed to make a huge effort not to show her how much I desire her boyfriend’s cock. But I just said “girl, you should enjoy it, I wish I had a pussy like you, that would make my life so much easier” and she laughed and went a bit deeper, and said “you know, I admire you gay bottoms because I would never let a man touch my ass, it hurts to take him in my pussy, I’m sure he’ll never convince a girl to take him in the ass, no matter how much he tries”. I told her that Marcelo is a really great guy and she should at least try, but she just chuckled and said that “she lets anal sex for the gays because she already has a pussy”. I didn’t want to insist, so I just changed the topic and went back to preparing her beautiful hair.
My first thought was to serve Marcelo by convincing his girl to give him her virgin ass, but I don’t think this is gonna happen at all. And I have a a virgin ass too! I have already make out with other fags, and I have sucked the cock of two Alphas, but my ass is completely virgin and perfectly tight. That day when I arrived home I texted Marcelo and said “Sir, your girl is nice and ready for you, I hope you’ll have fun tonight”, then he send a clapping emoji and called me a really good boy. I told him that it is always a pleasure to serve him and that I’d always do anything that I could to make sure he’ll have a beautiful lady to satisfy him. I tested the waters and asked him if his girl was submissive and he just said “not even close”, but I was afraid of saying too much, so I didn’t say anything else.
I’m so horny and confused! I now know that Marcelo wants to fuck some ass, but his girl doesn’t accept it. I have a virgin ass and I’d be really happy to take him in my hole. At the same time, I am virgin and apparently he has a huge cock, so I don’t know if I can do it… please Sam, can you help me? What would you do in my place?
Regarding Felipe, I don’t actually have an update, but we are still in touch and I’m trying to see how it goes.
Thank you my lovely brother!
I’ve suggested in the past that I believe Alpha Marcelo’s “jokes” are not really jokes (I believe all such jokes have a seed of intentional suggestion in them). I do think Marcelo would do something with Caio if the situation was right.
Well, that situation might be right NOW. As Alpha Marcelo keeps joking around with Caio, his girlfriend is putting out vibes that she wants Marcelo to fuck Caio!
Caio asked me what I would do if I were in that situation. I would probably get Alpha Marcelo alone, kneel before him (or at least get physically lower than him) and ask him if I’ve been serving him well. Then emphasize to Alpha Marcelo that pleasing him pleases me (this concept is absolutely foreign to straight Men/Alphas). Then I would tell him about the conversation with his girlfriend, and then make it clear that my body belongs to him if he needs it.
Now, Alpha Marcelo might not immediately react positively to the suggestion, but the seed will have been planted. He’ll go away and think about that offer. Then watch what happens later!
That’s probably not the only way to handle it, it that’s how I would do it. Maybe tailor the approach to your own taste and style.
However, I think Alpha Marcelo is definitely attainable. He’s a ripe fruit waiting to be picked, so go get him, Caio!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of God Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Master Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend Giovanni. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a very long time since I’ve heard from one of the greatest powers to ever grace this site, the glorious God Alpha Master Lorenzo. I understand why. He’s been incredibly busy getting his PhD and becoming a researcher and professor. On top of all that, he owns one of the most amazing faggots in this world, Giovanni, and was dating a FTM transsexual named Mario. That’s a pretty full plate.
Now, I’ve made myself unavoidably clear since I heard the first reports about Mario’s arrogant, selfish, and often cruel behavior as Master Lorenzo’s supposed partner. I despised virtually everything about Mario’s attitude from Day One, but that opinion calcified into granite-hard hatred for Mario when I heard the way this twisted bitch was treating my dearest Giovanni. NOBODY treats my baby brother that way. Giovanni serves Master Lorenzo with his whole, sweet heart, guided by love, admiration, and awe for his indescribably perfect Owner, and he deserves ONLY praise for the faithful way he loyally serves Master Lorenzo every single day.
So that means the abuse that Giovanni suffered at the hands of Mario is entirely the fault of Master Lorenzo. It pains me to write that condemnatory sentence, because I adore Master Lorenzo and I deeply respect him. But there is simply no way around it. His beautiful, loyal faggot Gio endured months and months of emotional abuse because of Mario, and Master Lorenzo ignored it because he was enjoying Mario’s pussy. It’s almost inexcusable, and it was a constant source of consternation and disappointment for me.
I can only imagine the heartbroken sadness Gio felt while being abused and looking desperately for support from a Master who seemed blissfully indifferent. I’m setting that sentence apart to highlight it. Read it again. I mean every word of it.
I warned Master Lorenzo repeatedly about the dark presence of this ungrateful and hateful cunt, but he wouldn’t listen even to me. It definitely affected my respect for him, and that loss made me so depressed. But, as I’ve learned over the years, even our greatest Men fail us.
But tonight I received a letter directly from Master Lorenzo himself, because something very significant happened that will change all of their lives going forward:
Hello my sweet fag Sam, this is Master Lorenzo. I was going to let Gio send you this update, but I chose to find a quick window in my schedule and write to you in my own words because this is important. And I guess you will enjoy what you’re gonna read.
You probably remember that I was trying to manage Mario and Gio. While Gio was the sweet and obedient fagboy I always wanted, Mario was a nice and sexy trans boyfriend who treated me really well and had a good time with me, but did not respect Gio at all. You also probably remember that I encouraged my sweet Gio to go to college and I have been paying for his tuition, materials, and books. I am demanding with his studies and want him to be committed to his future profession, I check his grades every month, and make sure that he is on top of things. And he has demonstrated excellent performance, a really good boy who makes me proud every day. This semester, however, despite his efforts, he failed Pharmacology. He needed a 7, and scored a 6.6. I told him to email his professor, and she said that she sees a lot of potential in Gio, but wants him to do the class again for him to explore his full potential. As you also know, I have a PhD in Physics and work as a professor, so I don’t blame his professor. I have done similar things in the past with students who do not understand their real potential. My boy, however, was devastated. He cried for hours on my chest, apologizing and repeating that he was just a “stupid fag.” I spent the whole night with him in my arms, told him that I would be more than happy to pay the credits for him to retake the class, then I cooked a very nice dinner for us, cuddled with him the whole night, and when he was feeling better he sucked my cock, made me really hard, and I fucked him in the most tender way I have ever fucked a fag. I stayed in missionary at all times, kissing him, and saying how proud I was of everything he has done while thursting inside of him very gently. I came as deep as I could inside of him, told him that I loved him, and he fell asleep in my arms.
That was Friday night, and I thought I had solved the problem, but then a hurricane called Mario hit my apartment on Saturday morning. Our agreement was that Mario would come Saturday morning and spend the day with Gio and I. I anticipated that Mario would say something mean if he knew about Gio failing the class, given that we had had several conversations about his bad behavior with my boy Gio. Mario always repeated how proud he was of attending a tuition-free public college and not needing anyone to pay for his degree. So I warned him and made it very clear that, if he dared to say something cruel to affect Gio, he would never be welcome in my house anymore. He probably thought I was not being serious, but sometimes a Man needs to do what a Man needs to do.
Mario arrived here on Saturday morning, and at first everything was going well. Gio was really sweet as always and asked Mario if he wanted to play video games. For a few minutes, I thought that I would finally have peace between my two boys. But then Gio won the first match and opened a big smile, it was just a silly game, I never thought something bad could come from that. For my shock and revolt, Mario said “yeah Gio, you’re really good at this game, but maybe you should play less video games and study a bit more.” I saw all the joy leaving my boy’s face, he didn’t answer, looked at the floor, and just went to the kitchen saying that he would start cooking. My blood was boiling, I was dominated by anger to see Mario doing something that he knew would make Gio sad. I didn’t even ask for an explanation, I just stood up, pointed to the door and said “Mario, you’re not staying for lunch today, please leave”, he tried to answer and said that it was just a joke, then he approached me trying to kiss me and saying that we could have sex while Gio cooked for us, which instead of turning me on only made me angrier. I simply said “I won’t say it twice”, and pointed to the war.
Enough is enough. I went to the kitchen, Gio was crying again. I held him in my arms, told him that Mario had left, and that he would never set a foot in my house again. He cooked for us, we had lunch together, we played the video games he loves together, we watch a movie, and the load that I would have probably shot inside Mario’s pussy ended up inside Gio’s throat on Saturday night. I thought about calling Mario to break up with him, but I didn’t want to give him even more attention, so I just broke up with him via text, told him that he would never offend Gio again, he got pissed and said that I would never have a real boyfriend if I tried to keep Gio “as a puppy” forever, and he dared to say that Gio is not a person for me to build a life with because he takes advantage of the things I pay for him. This is a lie and very stupid because all the things I have paid for him and his mother were my initiative. They have never asked for one cent. On the contrary, his mother always shows a lot of gratitude every time I help her. I am not rich at all, but I have a good job and his mom is a cleaning lady, so helping my sweet boy’s mother is nothing but basic social justice for me. I just said to Mario that Gio is the sweetest boy I have ever met, and even he is a puppy he is a much better puppy than Mario was a boyfriend. He blocked me and I don’t think I’ll ever hear back from him.
A week later, Juan, my gorgeous Alpha brother from Mexico, came to my place for the third time to visit me. You probably remember that I took his virginity and since then I’ve been the only Man he allows to fuck him, other than that he is exclusively a top who has been breeding countless fags in Mexico. We are really close now, we have a group chat with the two of us, Rafa, and Gio. And we are a happy family of two Alphas and two fags. As soon as he arrived, Gio welcomed him on his knees, kissed his feet, smelled his crotch, the full package of a good faggot greeting my brother. I had told Juan about what Mario did and he was also pissed, so he was extra caring with Gio, I let them have some fun while I ran some errands because I knew that Juan’s tight hole would be mine. I left the house for them, and Gio was taking a shower when I arrived home a few hours later. Juan told me that he had bred Gio twice and congratulated me for having trained such a perfect fag. I told him that I knew very well how amazing Gio’s hole was, but that I really missed his hole.
The good thing about being the only Man fucking another Alpha is that his hole is really tight and I have the opportunity to mold his hole with my cock. I sent Gio to the kitchen to cook dinner, and took Juan to my room. His blowjob is not even close to Gio oral skills, but having such a dominant Alpha on his knees struggling to take my cock in his throat is such an incredible feeling. He gave me good head, then asked me to fuck him, I need to go really slow with him because, while Gio and Rafa have a smooth ass and pussies that I shape to take my cock with no effort, Juan has the hole of an Alpha, which means it’s tight and hairy. We made good Alpha sex, the kind of sex that I simply can’t have with Gio and Rafa because they’re my sweet boys who want to be protected, and Juan is an equal, a brother who accepts my cum inside of him.
Juan and I agreed that he will come to my place every other month, and I’ll take Gio to Mexico in our next vacation to spend some time with him. I want to make him a more frequent member of my hierarchical family. I am not ashamed to admit that I was wrong about Mario, I think a Man needs to be bold enough to admit when he is wrong. And today I admit that I was wrong. I did something that many Men would refuse to do: I held Gio in my arms, I kissed his forehead, and apologized. I said sorry to my sweet boy and told him that he is my priority and no one will treat him like that again. I wish Mario all the best and I hope he’ll find someone nice, but he doesn’t belong to my life anymore. Gio, however, has been the most important part of my life for years, and he still is.
That’s it, Sam. I thank you for all your attention and consideration with my little Gio, he truly loves you. I also apologize to you for not listening to you when you suggested that Mario was not a partner for me. And I hope that my Alpha brothers will read that and see that there is nothing wrong in admitting a mistake and changing our habits.
Take care, my sweet fag. Your Master thinks about you all the time.
Master Lorenzo.
Well, that’s more like it!
I’m glad that Mario’s unacceptable behavior finally caused Master Lorenzo to open his eyes to what that abuse was doing to Gio. I’m honestly baffled by how long it took, though. How can I see it so clearly through letters on the internet when Master Lorenzo has Giovanni breaking down in tears right in front of him?
I’m not going to dwell on this too much. I thank Master Lorenzo for personally sharing this experience, and I’m thankful that some of Gio’s trust and hope in his Master has been restored! Like any faggot, Gio just wants to know he is safe at the feet of his Master. I think Gio’s trust is being restored now that Mario’s been given the boot.
I’m certainly never going to say something crude like “I told you so” to a God Alpha like Master Lorenzo. However, it might be good to remember that, even though I’m a faggot, I’m not dumb. Listen to me, Master, when I implore you to change something. I’m only doing it because I love you and little Gio with my whole heart!
Lately, I have been drawn more and more to destructive practices–financially, physically, and mentally. I have sought out crueler and more abusive alphas. I both crave and fear destruction. I know I should avoid it, but at times it is an overwhelming need, and only severe pain and humiliation can at least temporarily satisfy this need. And then I feel guilty for being such a weak faggot that I have these needs.
It sounds silly, but do you have any advice on how to pursue destruction safely?
Thank you,
fagjohn
Brother, thank you for writing!
I’ve never fully understood the faggot need/desire to be destroyed by Alphas. I think it stems from low self-esteem or some overriding shame, but it might be more complex than that. I don’t relate to that kind of extreme.
However, all faggots want to feel powerless and controlled. We want to surrender ourselves to the will of a superior Man and obey him. I think the destruction impulse is like a wild weed that grows like an offshoot from this natural desire of all fags.
But your desire to find “safe destruction” is pretty goofy, and basically impossible to find. It’s an oxymoron, right? It’s like asking for safe, medicinal doses of cyanide.
You need to meditate on why you’re wanting to have your life destroyed, brother. You’re worth more than that. I hope you realize it before it’s too late. I might suggest seeking a therapist for some concentrated work on isolating and eliminating such an impulse.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a married beta-sub named Pete who was raised hierarchically by his Alpha father and grandfather, and is submissive to this three sons.CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The story of beta-sub/faggot Pete and his relationships with his God Alpha father and his three Alpha sons continues to get crazier and more complex with every update. There are so many intricate co-minglings (literally) within the family’s emotional architecture that I occasionally stop and ponder over how it got this way.
My answer typically comes down to this: Master Doug, Pete’s God Alpha father, enforced a joyful celebration of masculine hierarchy all of their lives, and this is the end result of it. Pete’s family loves Manhood and the power that imbues in them. It’s just a great thing that Pete’s three sons have all turned out to be Alpha and can benefit from the teachings of Master Doug while also practicing on their faggot father!
Pete wrote a bit more about the family after my last post and my commentary possibly rattled him. I didn’t mean to sound critical or concerned about the situation. It’s simply not something I’ve seen a lot of in my time with this site (God Alpha Dino’s family notwithstanding).
Here’s Pete’s update:
A few thoughts and updates.
Danny, the youngest just turned 14. The other two have birthdays in August.
Danny is still a little horn dog, but he is learning control, leadership, responsibility. The summer has been full of baseball and football camps.
All three are team leaders.
One of Danny’s coaches told me what a fine man Danny is. A real leader (let again a great player.)
The older two were always going to do great. Danny was looking to be a wild boy and a difficult teen – but he’s learned to know his place, how to channel his energy, how to treat others. He does it as an alpha male. The same coach said that it was so great allowing Danny to grow into his dominance. Coach is a friend of my dad’s.
Sex around the house is not all that often really. The two oldest boys are driving, middle boy only has his permit and will get his license in a couple of weeks. They spend time with their friends and various girlfriends. Good guys.
Danny spends more time naked than anyone. His friends come over and strip down, too. Playing in the pool, gaming. Their folks, especially their fathers are fine with it. Boys, guys, men will be naked.
Danny jacks off more than anything else sexual.
I’m still Dad, and if anything the boys are more affectionate. It is an affection that a guy has with a friend lower on the pecking order. There hands are always on my shoulders, often with their hands on my head, often fingering my hair. I’m Dad that drives them around, doles out cash. But my oldest will tell me to wash his car, and I do. Often they will tell me strip down and stay naked, e.g. when I’m home from work, errands, shopping, gym. Dick and ass get pats. Hair gets ruffled. Very affectionate and very much comfortably exerting their dominance and the pecking order.
I don’t mind. I enjoy it. A lot.
Fag. Faggot. I guess I am, though I am not sure what it means in my circumstances. I’m definitely male and generally a guy. Easy going, but that does lead into submissiveness with other men, such as at the gym, etc.
My dad was telling me how he didn’t get the whole chastity thing, or guys being covered with jocks when being fucked. He said that a part of being a strong man is dominating and controlling and fucking other men – and he wants to see that it is a man that he is topping and bettering. He also said how he likes looking at the men he’s fucking having their dicks go soft and get smaller. He doesn’t allow his fuckboys to touch their dicks. He likes to see handsfree orgasms and ejaculations.
Also, my fuckbuddies, my friends, all comment how when fucking with other guys that they have no problem with e.d. or getting wiped out until they cum a few times. None have much sex with their wives. We all like the sweaty, physical, athletic man with man sex. We’ve also started making-out when we’re together. We didn’t use to, at all. Men kiss and make-out completely differently than we do with women. Rougher, more fun. (Never done it with my boys! Ugh. Gross.) My dad wants to make-out when he is building up to pounding.
I love the details about how Pete’s sons treat him! It’s affection, certainly, but tinged with unmistakable dominance. The boys are lion cubs learning to kill, and using their father as the prey.
I’m really curious about Master Doug’s strong dislike of chastity or jockstraps for his faggots. I guess some Alphas love to see the difference between a Man (him) and a failed male. Humiliation is one of an Alpha’s favorite weapons, and I’m sure Master Doug wields it well!
Also, the idea of making out with my Dad turns my stomach!
Pete’s final paragraph is a ringing endorsement of Man-on-Man sex. It’s an interesting point. Men love to be with other Men, and they’re often invigorated by the experience of bonding. Sex between Men is definitely rougher and more adrenaline-fueled. I know I’ve only ever felt more alive after being fucked.
In all, I think Pete cleared up some of my misconceptions and helped me appreciate that the boys are growing up more naturally than I initially believed. It’ll be interesting to see if all or any of them claim faggots of their own as they grow!
They probably won’t find one as good as their Dad!
im 18 years old from the uk. I have a friend Sam same age as me. A few weeks ago I was pretty drunk after a night out and had failed to pull a girl. I complained about it and he suggested that he could help. I was freaked out by it and just went to bed. In the morning I woke up with my usual morning wood and could stop think about his offer. I texted him and said if he was that desperate to suck my cock he should come over and do it. I was shocked when he responded telling me he was on his way. I let him suck my cock and he swallowed my cum.
we have both had girlfriends in the past. I have been looking up about fags and alphas and kind of like the idea if he is a fag of having someone who I can get a blowjob from when ever I want. Do you think he’s a fag and how do I find out if he is?
Thank you very much for writing to me, Sir!
Well, this is pretty exciting! I’m so proud of you for taking action so swiftly once it occurred to you that your friend might be a faggot! This quality is very much typical for Alphas (in case you were wondering if you are Alpha).
I think it’s kind of funny that you’re asking me if there is some way to find out if your friend is a faggot when it ran to your house to suck you off and swallow your cum ON COMMAND, Sir! Do you really need more proof than THAT? I’m not sure I can even come up with a better test than that!
So I think it’s safe to say that your friend IS a faggot, Sir. Now the question becomes: what more do you want with this faggot? Just blowjobs on command? Do you want to take ownership of him and make him your personal fag? Ownership involves training the fag, getting inside its mind and helping it accept itself and its purpose.
Here’s what I suggest, Sir: order the faggot to come over and suck you off. But when it arrives, have it kneel before you and kiss your feet. Then put its face in your crotch and deeply inhale your scent. Then talk to it, and tell it that you know it’s a faggot, and that you want to own it. See how it responds. Then as it: “What are you?” Make it say “I’m a faggot, Sir.” Repeat it until you’re happy. Then make it admit that it is YOUR faggot. Again, repeat until satisfied. Then feed it your dick and force it to swallow your cum.
These are typical brainwashing exercises to get the faggot to embrace its purpose as your property, Sir.
I really hope you decide to take ownership of it. This faggot has awakened your Alpha senses to the greater hierarchical purpose of your life as a leader, Sir. You’re taking a bold new step toward the vast power promised to you from the moment of your conception! Take it all!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a young straight Alpha named Matt who suspected his good friend Andres was not only gay, but also a faggot … and rose up to protect him. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I honestly feel like a silly fangirl whenever I write or speak about Alpha Matt, the straight, 25-year-old Protector Alpha who has shepherded his faggot best friend Andres to safety and into the service of his Alpha friend Diego. There’s something about his steady confidence and inherent masculine goodness that gives me a WIDE-ON (if you know, you know) whenever he contacts me. With him I’m like a female who gets hot and bothered when she sees a hot guy holding a baby or playing with a puppy … The contrast between the power of a Man carefully handling the weakest of creatures always makes them wet.
I wish Alpha Matt would’ve been my best friend when I was a confused faggot in high school. I would’ve been so grateful to him for his benevolence and tenderness toward me that I would’ve never stopped kissing his feet in gratitude! I just wish with my whole fag heart that straight Men everywhere could come to know Alpha Matt and learn from his magnanimous masculinity!
What he has done to rally around his frightened faggot friend Andres and lead him to a fulfillment Alpha Matt might not even fully understand is already the stuff of legends here. He just knew he needed to act to save his beloved friend! But Alpha Matt has gone several steps beyond what an ordinary straight Man would do, including finding a Master for Andres named Diego and allowing Master Diego to breed Andres in his apartment! Words really fail me when I contemplate it.
Now Alpha Matt returns with an update. I can’t wait for you to read it!
Hey, this is Matt again!
I just listened to your podcast about me, and it was really nice to see all your respect and devotion. I do hope that one day a girl will talk about me just like you.
I’ve been a bit busy, but I wanted to give you an update. Diego had a lot of work this summer-that is, he basically spent the whole month of July fucking Andres multiple times under my roof. At first he would wait for me to leave the apartment, but I told him that I don’t care, so now what happens very often is that I’m watching TV while I hear the bed frame literally banging the wall in the other room. Diego told me that he covers Andres’ mouth because he doesn’t wanna disturb me with the noise lol what a thoughtful friend I have. I think many other guys would be upset or offended with his bisexual friend fucking his fag friend in his own bed, but to be honest, I’m glad to see that my apartment became a safe place for my little Andres to be himself. I did tell him to wash the bed sheets though, it would be too much to sleep on his sweat and cum lol but joking aside, I am truly happy, Sam. Andres wakes up with a beautiful smile on his face every single day, he hasn’t cried for two weeks now, which is a big achievement considering how depressed he was living with his family. And I officially brought him to live with me, he feels much safer here than with his parents. And so, our dynamic now is that my apartment has just 1 bedroom, 1 kitchen, 1 bathroom, and 1 tiny living room, so Andres sleeps on the couch in the living room, I sleep in the bedroom, and when Diego is around I let them have fun in my bedroom.
Andres does not tell me the details, I guess he feels embarrassed, he just thanks me for being a good friend and says that “things are going well”. Diego, however, loves to give all the details, many more than I would ask to be honest lol he told me that Andres was waiting for him with his hole already lubed and wearing the butt plug I gave him, so he just needed to take if off, put some lube on his cock, and go for it. He also said that after three weeks Andres’ blowjob is “better than a woman would get in 10 years” – Diego likes to rub on my face how lucky he is to be bisexual and fuck both guys and girls.
By the way, you said in the podcast that you don’t know if I would watch the porn on the website, and I’m very open-minded, I have nothing against it, but it just doesn’t turn me on. I wish it did, because Diego has a wonderful life fucking all the holes he wants, but I just like the female body so much, the boobs, the forms, the shape, the pussy, it’s all so visually appealing, I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Nothing against fags, please don’t take it personally, I recognize that some guys are really handsome, but I just don’t get hard watching gay porn. I have considered trying it with a very feminine guy, or maybe a femboy wearing a cage and some make-up, but I don’t know, I don’t think I’d get hard. Diego and I got much closer this summer now that he is with Andres, and Diego thinks that I should try a transgender guy with a pussy just to see how it feels. I don’t know, I have zero fragile masculinity about it, but I don’t wanna try it and then not getting hard and having a weird moment for both me and the guy.
I’m going out with that submissive girl I told you about. She just let me fuck her twice in a month, unlike Andres who let Diego fuck him around 20 times lol but she’s a nice girl and quite submissive in bed. In all other things she’s not submissive at all, but she made me cum twice in the past few weeks, so I think I’ll have a great time with her.
Thanks for the very kind words on the podcast, Sam! I appreciate it. Now that I’m 25 I wanna explore my Alphahood more and more, and your posts have been very helpful. I hope you like to know that our little Andres is living his best life, I take care of his feelings and safety now that he lives with me, and Diego takes care of his holes… he’s a lucky boy, isn’t he?
First of all, it’s so beautiful that Alpha Matt has moved Andres into his apartment! It sounds a bit short on room, and I get a feeling this arrangement cannot last too long with only one room. After all I’m sure Alpha Matt will want to bring a girl home to empty his balls, too! But they seem to be getting by okay.
I do think that it would be a good idea for Alpha Matt to set out some domestic chores for Andres to handle. I say it would be good for Andres because Andres needs to learn that owned faggots should honor and respect their Alphas in this way, but it would also be good for Alpha Matt to get a taste of what faggot ownership feels like. Not that he wants to own a faggot himself, but he might come to understand the advantages of owning them.
I’m really glad that Andres has made significant improvement since his awkward first time serving Master Diego! Apparently Master Diego is quite skilled at training faggots! It hasn’t been that long, and Andres is already better than most women! That’s quite a compliment!
Then Alpha Matt starts discussing his attraction toward women and his lack of attraction toward males. I get it – he’s straight. But a lot of straight Men and Alphas use faggots sexually despite not being attracted to them physically. So what is the reason? SUBMISSION and WORSHIP. Women do not properly worship or respect the vast, world-conquering power of Men despite the fact that MEN WANT AND NEED THIS WORSHIP! They’re made to be worshiped! So when straight Alphas have a faggot kneeling at their feet, kissing their feet, respectfully calling them “Sir” or “Master”, and glorifying them in general, something other than sexual attraction kicks in.
What is that? It’s an Alpha’s need to conquer and ascend into a position of ultimate glory where women and Men submit to his power. That need, that desire exists in the mighty hearts of all Alphas, and a faggot unlocks that better than anything else!
I’m not suggesting Alpha Matt should even try a faggot’s worship, but I’m pretty sure he would get hard if a faggot worships him and then wraps its skilled mouth around his growing cock!
To that end, I was so disappointed that Alpha Matt’s girlfriend only “allowed” him to use her sexually twice in a month. Alpha Matt is a growing King, and any subs in his Kingdom should be on-call and ready/willing to service him on command! In the world of faggots the word “NO” doesn’t exist. It wasn’t Andres “letting” Master Diego use him 20 times … but rather, Master Diego decided to use Andres 20 times. Again, Alphas make the rules, not faggots!
Overall, this is an amazing update. I love how happy Alpha Matt is from seeing his faggot friend Andres happy, safe, and fulfilled! But even more important than that is the fact that, in the course of trying to help Andres, Alpha Matt has awakened a deeper sense of purpose within himself! He’s embracing his natural role as an Alpha and realizing the truth of hierarchy in his own life!
And why is that important? Because our broken world needs more good Kings, righteous leaders, and God Alphas in it! Alphas like my beloved Alpha Matt!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later!CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
While I generally agree that minors should not be engaging in sex with adults, the arbitrary age of 18 to be an adult in the United States (14 years old in Brazil) seems like such a silly line to draw, especially given the the serious consequences involved. Seriously: what is the real difference between a 17-year-old and an 18-year-old? Do you realize how many adults have gone to prison over that numerical difference??
I say that because I firmly believe true Alphas cannot be restricted by such idiotic laws. How can the ascension of a natural-born God Alpha be contained or inhibited by the stupid laws of inferiors? It’s impossible.
Master Lion is clearly a God Alpha in the making, but he’s only 14 years old. He’s doing absolutely everything he wants, fucking any females he wants, and he owns a personal faggot – our dear friend Marcus. So far, Master Lion has used Marcus in relatively typical ways. But things recently and dramatically escalated, as Marcus told me here:
Hello, Sam, how are you?
I was planning to talk in this email about how I started out with my young Master—since you mentioned that in your last post—but events from this week made me change my plans. For the first time, I need advice from my brother experienced fag.
I don’t know if you’re aware, but the winter break in Brazil happens mid-year, meaning schools and universities go weeks—sometimes up to a month—without classes. Usually, during this time, the Master travels to his home state (he was born in Paraná), so I have to book first-class tickets, rent a car in his hometown, buy concert tickets, pack his bags and belongings, and so on. In short, I ensure that, even while away, he doesn’t have to worry about tedious details. But this year, in the middle of a blowjob he was getting from his fiancée, the Master gathered her and me on the living room floor because he had matters to discuss. He announced that he wouldn’t be traveling this year because he was hosting a younger cousin who was coming to visit Rio de Janeiro. The cousin would be staying here for a week and had to be treated exceptionally well, as he was the cousin the Master liked best. He expected total obedience from both his fiancée and me; if embarrassed him, the punishment would be severe. His fiancée would be relocated to a spot in the Master’s bedroom, as the cousin would be taking her bed in the small room we shared. All her belongings and mine—whether in the room or the wardrobe—had to be packed into boxes and stored under the beds or out on the balcony so the cousin could unpack his things without issue. I could continue sharing the room with him, but I had to remain silent and discreet; after all, while he was here, the room was his territory. The Master ordered me to take time off work as well, so I could be at the cousin’s beck and call 24 hours a day; the Master couldn’t put his own life on hold to look after him, so that task fell to me. I would have to fetch whatever he wanted and take him wherever he wished, ensuring he faced no issues during the trip and enjoyed the best vacation of his life.
To ensure the cousin felt comfortable around the house—Paraná is a colder state, and he wasn’t used to Rio’s heat—he might prefer to lounge around freely (in swim trunks or even naked). Consequently, all household chores became my responsibility, as the Master is *very* possessive of his fiancée (insisting that the only penis she should ever admire is his own). She was to remain confined to the Master’s bedroom the entire time, only allowed out when the men were away.
Until Sunday, I had assumed the cousin was a child or, at most, a teenager, since the Master had mentioned he was a minor. However, on Sunday, the Master returned from a party at 3 a.m. and announced that the fiancée and I had to be up by 7 a.m. to prepare a feast of the cousin’s favorite foods and sweets. He had also summoned four of his regular girls, who were due to arrive at that same time to get ready. He ordered that he be woken up at 9 a.m. with breakfast already prepared, as the plane was due to land at 10 o’clock and the Master wanted to go to the airport.
When I woke him up, the Master came into the living room, sat in his recliner, and ordered me to bend over. He placed the breakfast tray we had prepared on my back, and while he ate, he told the four kneeling girls they had to follow his rules and look their absolute hottest; any complaint from the cousin at the end of the day would be enough to get them banned. …once ready, were supposed to help the bride in the kitchen until they returned.
The master was still sleepy when we left, so he lay down across the back seat with his legs resting on the front passenger seat—which had been reclined—while I drove. I was supposed to go into the airport, wait (in case of a delay), and only return to the car to call him once the plane had landed. I waited for nearly an hour.
When the cousin appeared, the master called him “kid” simply because he was younger—he had just turned eighteen—but he was clearly a man and had been fulfilling his mandatory military service for a few weeks. he was wearing green military clothing but sported a cowboy-style belt buckle and hat. Amidst everyone, the master hugged him and said pointed at me “This is my servant.” Then he looked at me and said, “Take the bags to the car and wait there with the A/C running fag. My cousin and I are going to have some juice and catch up.” I went back to the car and waited for an hour until my phone pinged with a message from the master.I ran to the airport restaurant, where he told me his cousin was feeling hot and sent me to buy a pair of flip-flops for him.
I started walking away but then realized I didn’t know the size (I know the master measurements by heart, so I usually handle that automatically). I went back and said, “I’m sorry, master, but I don’t know the size,” to which the cousin replied 45 —casually adding—”Hurry up, faggot.” I ran off while the my master laughed. I bought the best pair in the shop and returned to hand them over, but the master ordered me to put them on him. <span;>So, for the first time in my life, I had to serve someone in public, and I confess I felt …awkward about it.
But, under the Master’s stern gaze, I knelt down, removed cousin’s combat boots and wet socks, and put his slippers on him while they chatted casually. The smell was sour and quite unpleasant—so bad that I gagged on the stench, and even the Master, sitting at the head of the table, coughed. The cousin apologized, explaining that he hadn’t bathed properly for four days because they had been on a mission in the forest, and he had come straight from the barracks to the airport. The Master told him there was no need to apologize, as this was my job and I actually liked the smell of a man.
I went back to the car to wait another two hours or so until they decided to head home.
You often talk here about alpha competition, and I confess I had never witnessed it before—since the Master’s friends I know are clearly beneath him in status—but with his cousin, it seemed he felt the need to assert dominance. When they returned to the car, the Master opened the trunk and told me that, for his cousin’s comfort, I would be riding back home in there (something that had never happened before and which I also found unpleasant). To make room alongside the Master’s gear and my cousin’s suitcases, he ordered me into the airplane “brace position” (head between my knees, hands behind my head), placed those foul, sour-smelling combat boots right beneath my head, locked the trunk, and they drove off. The smell inside the trunk was horrible, as the shoes had been baking in the Rio sun; As the car moved, I felt the suitcases bumping gently against me and felt tears streaming from my eyes, which were burning intensely. I thought about screaming or at least kicking off the shoes, but I remembered the Master saying he demanded total obedience—and that he would even banish his girls—so I stifled my anger and stayed quiet; after all, it’s only about a forty-minute drive from the airport to the Master’s house. But time dragged on, and only after a long while did the car stop—yet the door didn’t open. I thought he had gone inside and forgotten me in the car, and I began to panic as the air grew stifling. Just as I started gasping for breath and was about to scream, the door opened. Once I caught my breath, I saw we were at the beach.
Both men were shirtless—the cousin was even obscenely displaying his a huge amount of pubic hair in public—and they were eating *açaí* (a type of Brazilian frozen treat).
The Master said arrogantly, “My cousin wanted to see the beach, so we made a detour. You don’t mind, do you?” They stepped a short distance away from the car because of the smell, and when they finished eating, the Master whispered something to his cousin, who walked over and asked if I wanted a treat too. I looked at the Master and realized I had to say yes, so I replied, “Yes, sir.”
The cousin pulled his two wet socks out of his combat boots and said, “Open up.” I gave him a pleading look, but saw the Master approaching, saying, “He told you to open up.” Then the cousin shoved the socks into my mouth and said, “There—a snack for the faggot.” The Master ordered me to chew and asked if it was good. I tried to answer between gags, but only grunts came out; they shut the door again, laughing. After a long time—hours, perhaps—the car started up again.
When we got home it was already getting dark, I noticed they were wet and smelling of beer. And I realized that while I was suffering in the trunk and the women were spending the afternoon cooking a feast, the two of them had simply spent the afternoon enjoying the beach—just as life intended: alpha males having a good time while being waited on by everyone. <span;>The Master ordered me to step outside, bring the suitcases in, and let the girls know that they had arrived. The fiancée was to go to her room and stay there, while the other girls were to take their positions (I don’t know exactly what that meant, but it must have been part of the rules he’d laid out when he summoned them). When I walked in with the first bag, I saw the four of them dressed in racy outfits—an angel, a policewoman, a nurse, and a bunny girl—but all of them had their breasts exposed. As I came in with the second bag, the two men were standing in the living room right by the door, so I had to wait; I watched the Master say, “Welcome to the welcome party for the best vacation of your life.” Then, one by one, the girls approached, gave the cousin a quick peck on the lips, knelt down to plant a small kiss on his massive bulge, and said, “Welcome, Mr. Yuri [pseudonym]; I am entirely at your disposal.” As you can imagine, a lot has happened since yesterday. And after a wild party and a huge orgy that lasted until this morning, the Master ordered me to wake him up tonight so he could go to the gym. I’ll tell you about it in the next message.
PS: As I mentioned, some things happened that I didn’t like—being trapped in the car trunk like an object and having to serve in public (even if it was just something basic like taking off a man’s shoes)—but I’m afraid of being used in other ways in public, or that things might escalate into something worse during this “alpha competition.”
So, I’d like to hear from my more experienced Fag brother (I don’t know i …your age, but you’ve been serving for over seven years, so you’re much more experienced). Should I somehow complain to my owner about what I didn’t like? Should I wait until the cousin leaves to do so—so as not to embarrass him, since I don’t know when they’ll be apart again? Or should I swallow my pride and personal preferences, or please my master as he desires—trusting that I’ll eventually get used to it, just like with other things (like drinking the master’s piss—I hated it at first, but now I simply love it)?
I’m pretty stunned by the way Master Lion controls males older than he is. It sounds effortless. He’s commanding groups of whores, his faggot, and even his older Alpha cousin!
But the concern I had while reading this account is the danger they Marcos in. They seemed to not care at all, or they didn’t have the comprehension and foresight to realize that danger (and shows their age, honestly). I guess they didn’t leave Marcos in that trunk long enough to really get hurt, but what happens that one time they do?
But what should Marcos do? I definitely don’t think he should complain while his cousin is around. I’m not even sure Marcos should ask for an audience with Master Lion about it after he leaves. Personally, I think it would be good for Marcos to just try to endure it and look at the long game with his Master. As he grows, Master Lion is going to see Marcos’s loyalty and obedience much differently.
