This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I dearly love my brother Giovanni, the personal faggot of God Alpha Master Lorenzo. He and Fabien are two of the greatest mentor faggots I’ve ever featured on this site, and it’s been a privilege of mine to call both of them my brothers. Giovanni is so special because he’s overcome so many obstacles in order to find fulfillment at the feet of the the most extraordinary Master Lorenzo, an Alpha who makes impossible things possible.
Through all of the changes that have occurred in their lives, Master Lorenzo has always protected sweet little Giovanni, caring for him in a way so tender that it sometimes surprises even me. It’s clear from Master Lorenzo’s example that God Alphas can be loving toward their faggots. It’s an example I refer to often in the face of the cruel brutality pretenders heap on faggots everywhere.
The latest example of Master Lorenzo’s tenderness toward Giovanni comes with this latest update from my brother:
Hello brother Sam!!!
How are you? This is your little brother Gio again. Our King Lorenzo did something very sweet again…
A few weeks ago I started to feel a lot of pain inside my pussy, I talked to my King and he opened my ass, looked at it, and said that nothing looked wrong, but he would do something about it. He scheduled an appointment with a doctor and went with me. The doctor examined my hole and she said that I had two anal fissures and omg Sam, I was soooo sad! I felt like a failure as a faggot and a boyfriend to my King. But as always, my King did all the talking with the doctor and she explained what I needed to do: drink a lot of water, eat a lot of fibers, use a healing ointment, and TWO WEEKS WITHOUT ANY SEXUAL ACTIVITY.
My King thanked the doctor, paid for the appointment, bought all the products I needed, and we went back home. As soon as he closed the door I started to cry A LOT, which now looks very silly but at that moment I felt like a failure. If I am a hole for my Master and King, what would I do without my pussy to please him? Lorenzo kissed me, put me in his arms, we had dinner together, took a shower together, and he put the healing ointment in my pussy with his own hands. I felt so loved and so calm in his arms, and of course gave him a great blowjob to show him how much I love him. I swallowed his precious load, and he told me that I was a special boy and that he was not upset at all. He repeated many times that it was all good and that he would take care of me.
On the following morning, Lorenzo texted our group chat with Mario and Rafa, told them to come to our place. Mario is the “official boyfriend”, while Rafa and I are the faggots, so Lorenzo explained what happened and told them that I would not be able to take his cock for a few weeks until I healed completely. He sent Rafa and I to the kitchen to cook for all of us, and then took Mario to his bedroom. He left the door open on purpose so while we were cooking I could hear Mario’s screams, moaning super loud while Lorenzo was banging him. When he finished inside his pussy, I entered the room, and told them that the food was almost ready. I wanted to be kind so I asked Mario if there was anything he wanted. But he said, “no, I’m alright, I guess I will never have the little problem you have”, meaning that he would not have an anal fissure because he had an actual pussy to please Lorenzo. I did not like his joke at all, but Master Lorenzo looked at Mario with an angry face and said “apologize now, Gio is dealing with a lot of things right now and I will not accept this kind of rude comments in my house”. Mario apologized, told me that he was just joking and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Then Lorenzo held my hand and said “you know what, baby? I was going to fuck just Mario’s pussy because it’s much easier that preparing his ass, but after this rude comment he made about you, I will fuck his ass tonight just to remind him of his place”
And he did it! After dinner, Rafael asked if my Master wanted a blowjob (my poor brother was craving Master’s cock!). Then Lorenzo brought all of us to the bedroom, told Rafael to suck his cock, and told Mario that he wanted his ass. Mario tried to convince Master to fuck his pussy, not his ass, but Lorenzo said that he really wanted to fuck some ass and Mario accepted his fate. Oh Sam, it was sooo amazing to see my Master putting Mario in his place! He put Mario with his ass up in bed, then put all his weight on Mario and went inside his ass. Then Lorenzo said the sexiest thing ever!! “you think you’re much better than my boys because you have an extra hole, right? but look at you now, you’re taking my cock just like they do” Mario didn’t even answer, he was just moaning louder and louder and after banging him like that for a while, Lorenzo announced that he would cum. He shot his load, looked Mario in his eyes and said “two holes full of my seed now”. Rafa needed to go back home, so he kissed our Master’s feet and left. Mario stayed with us, and the three of us slept together in the bed.
Mario has some weird attitudes with me sometimes, but he is a good person, we just need to understand each other and our roles in Lorenzo’s life.
That’s it Sam! I think next week I will be able to please my Master again and I can’t wait to feel him inside of me!! Love you, brother!
I mean, have you ever heard of such gentle and loving care shown to a faggot by an Alpha before? It’s too rare, honestly. It takes almost nothing for an Alpha to do it, but it means THE WORLD to the faggot!
It really broke my heart to hear that Giovanni was so upset over this diagnosis. His tears really show how badly Gio wants to please his Master at all times! Unfortunately, these kinds of things happen to faggots, particularly when dealing with extra large Alpha cocks like Master Lorenzo’s.
But Giovanni never needs to fear. Like a Man happily watching his beloved puppy play, Master Lorenzo watches over Gio with utter delight. Their bond could never be ruined by a temporary setback! Master Lorenzo cherishes Giovanni’s deep love, respect, and worship. It’s never going to change.
I’m so grateful that I have been able to be a part of their beautiful relationship. They both inspire me beyond words!
Thank you, Master Lorenzo, and my baby brother Gio!
This post is part of a thread about a faggot called Prath who bravely sought to serve a straight local Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I love hearing stories from faggots who discover their true purpose and immediately and fearlessly take action to offer themselves. It’s something I’ve always taught, and a mantra I’ve lived by throughout my own journey as a faggot.
It’s a fairly simple philosophy, but it’s sad how many faggots fail at it.
One faggot I can say has NOT failed to fulfill it is young fag Prath. In my dealing with him, Prath has proven himself to be a conscientious student, always seeking advice and acting immediately on it.
It’s no wonder he’s had such great success in his short life!
It’s been a while since I last heard from Prath, but he reached out to me to tell me about a new experience.:
You know what it’s not very common in our country but still many people are aware about hierarchy, dominant relationship etc about the lifestyle. I have joined a gym last month and its a big franchise kind where many elite people generally comes.
As been into lifestyle I feel turn on and submissive after watching such hot gym masters around me and there I came across guy(master). He is younger to me which is a big turn on and then with a great masculine body. If it would have been before I couldn’t approached him but now after serving doms I did approach him without waiting for days.
You know what I met him in the locker room and it was him and me alone at that time. And without telling him anything I bent down on my knees so that he will understand some dynamics
I was curious and scared but at the same time with hard urge i did that and he literally laughed at me and took me towards his car after gym for the talk.
No brother it was not just a talk but he asked me more about the dynamics what I was looking by getting on my knees right there and then he made me lick his sweaty armpits while talking. And took me to his home where he was staying alone and I was shocked after seeing such a luxurious lifestyle he is living in such an age.
Oh brother he said, I want to take a look how determined you are to become my “pet” so he gave me a task to clean his house in presence of his female maid just in the boxers. I was reluctant first but then I did it and his maid was laughing continuously while he was ordering me to do this and that. I cleaned all his house, I set his clothes, his weights and made him a break fast. Only then he took a notice and asked me to pay or renewed for his gym membership and I did instantly..
After then while he was eating the breakfast I made he let me lick his feet clean and then he took in the kitchen where he fucked my mouth wildly and I was shocked to see his package is really great so that his stamina.. he fucked me whole day and made me cry and pained..
From then he makes me serve and support him in the gym like helping him with weights, towels anything I can in the gym.. even the daily black coffee he drinks in the gym in the morning only after I pay for him.
Yes brother and it always feels good to serve this kind of humurous, happy and playful alphas.
He is rich, playful and wild. He listen me like a lover and teach me like he is elder and this contradictory when he is younger to me.
Prath’s success as a faggot is directly tied to his bravery. When he sees an Alpha, he does things like kneel submissively regardless of the circumstances. He’s not ashamed to be a faggot; it’s simply what he is.
But here’s the key: ALPHAS RECOGNIZE FAGGOT SUBMISSION! When they see a faggot submissively kneeling before them, a primordial switch is triggered within them that makes them want to take ownership of it.
Faggot submission does that, but only when it’s done with the qualities I listed above, something Prath has become quite good at fulfilling.
I’m proud of my brother. Fags like him are the reason I’m here at all!
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!
This site publishes a lot of very hot content everyday, but I never viewed its purpose as simply a porn site. I wanted a site that searches for the truths in hierarchy, the real-life applications of hierarchical principles, and the true stories of people seeking and finding fulfillment. Sometimes those stories are triumphant, while other times just hot, and still other times excruciatingly sad. I’ve never flinched from telling the truth, nor have I censored that truth even when under tremendous pressure to do so.
Censorship prevents us from finding the truth about our world, as well as the truth within ourselves.
So when Queen Sophie wrote to me about her dominant 15-year-old Alpha son Lucas, I didn’t turn away from the deeper truths the story revealed. Instead, I worked with Sophie (and later on, Master Lucas) as we explored the origins of his need to dominate females and inferior males.
In the long run, Sophie rejoiced in the revelation that her growing son was truly born to be a King, and she felt blessed beyond words that she was privileged to bear him. She knew there was something uncommonly special about Master Lucas, but it wasn’t until she came here that she found the complete answer.
Again, the knowledge of truth breeds purpose and fulfillment!
To that end, I received a nice long letter from Queen Sophie the other night. In it, she expressed a desire to tell me the story of her life that was groomed and shaped by the multiple powerful Alphas around her. I think you will see why such a story is important in our overall understanding of hierarchy.
My good sam the faggot,
I’ve been pondering lately about telling you a little bit about my own story. I hesitated to do so, because I figured you were mainly interested in Lucas’s progress and might not really care about a woman’s feelings and points of view. But I would like to confide in someone who understands hierarchy and alpha males. I don’t really have any questions to ask or advice to seek, but it would do me good to talk about it.
First of all, I must say that my respect for men – real men, the rare ones who combine the qualities of leader, protector, and provider – comes first and foremost from my father and my older brother, the first two men in my life. I saw my mother take care of them with great devotion and love. And they deserved it. They were great gentlemen, with quiet authority, strong, smart, brave and powerful but also kind and generous, true knights. They always were very protective and very supportive of me, they encouraged me to excel in my studies and in everything I did. Their joint deaths in an accident ten years ago is the great tragedy of my life.
I must admit, most of the males I have known in my life have always paled in comparison to these two manly role models whom I adored and whose memory I cherish. You’ll probably be exasperated to read this, my good sam, but I’ve always felt comfortable confronting or even dominating most of the boys around me, still to this day at work where I have male subordinates. And I have no trouble considering myself a powerful and confident woman. But when I meet a man in whom I recognise the qualities of a true alpha male, both physical and moral, I know to show him respect.
Lucas’s father was one of those men. I met him when I was still a young student. He exuded confidence, authority, charisma and strength; all the girls were crazy about him. I was lucky enough that he took an interest in me out of all of the others and actively pursued me. For good form, I resisted his advances… for a very short time. He was both romantic and macho. I gave myself to him completely. I was obedient and deferential, especially in bed. And he rewarded me a hundredfold! All those orgasms… You can be sure that I took great care to thank him properly! I loved nothing more than his growls of pleasure when I would treat him.
But because contraception is not foolproof, I became pregnant with his child. And that’s where we diverged. He wanted us to stick to what we had decided, to not have children just yet. But I couldn’t bring myself to renounce this child. Long story short, he gave me an ultimatum and I decided to keep the baby, accepting that it meant the end of our relationship and that I would have to take on this choice on my own, without him. He moved away shortly before Lucas was born and we never saw each other again.
As you can imagine, I thought long and hard about the choice I made. I disobeyed an alpha male, a man I knew was my superior, whom I loved and adored. Out of feminine selfishness, perhaps, because my love for the child I was carrying already surpassed everything else. And I know what that choice cost me in terms of my love life. For a long time, I simply didn’t have the time or the headspace to look for a partner. And as time goes by, a single mother in her thirties has less and less chance of starting a new relationship. My punishment for defying hierarchy?
But I have never, ever regretted my choice. Lucas has been the sunshine in my life since he was born, and my family helped me a lot in the early years. Thanks to them, motherhood did not prevent me from successfully completing my education and starting my career. And you can imagine, my good sam, how quickly I was overwhelmed with pride and joy to detect in Lucas qualities similar to those of his father, his uncle and his grandfather. That’s when I mentioned it to a friend of mine, who directed me to your website. I would always love my son infinitely, no matter what, even if he were destined to serve better men, as you are, Sam, but knowing that he is on the path to the pinnacle of the hierarchy fills me with great happiness.
There you have it, that’s all I can tell you about myself, my good sam. I don’t know if it will interest you at all, but putting this part of my life into words made me feel better. I hope it won’t lower your opinion of me. I will check with Lucas if he has any interesting news he’d want to share with his loyal servant from the internet.
Warm regards,
Your Queen Sophie
Daughter, sister and mother of real men
I can’t really describe how my heart soared while reading this letter. It reads like an old Western in some ways, during a time when women were submissive and innately understood to obey the dominant Men in their lives. It was certainly a different time back then. Of course, Sophie is a modern woman with a good job and lots of responsibilities. So what makes her outlook so different from the women around her?
The important influence of true Alphas throughout her life! But not just that … it was also Sophie’s deep, natural respect for hierarchy that was honed through years of witnessing it in her life!
Those forces shaped Sophie into the perfect vessel to bring Master Lucas into the world!
It’s truly a tragedy that Sophie’s Alpha ex (notice how respectfully Sophie still addresses him!) will never see what his Alpha genes created when combined with the Alpha genetics Sophie carries! And how horrifying that he wanted Master Lucas destroyed before his birth! How infinitely senseless that would’ve been! It’s like the ultimate disrespect for Alpha heritage!
Yet Sophie thought only of her hierarchical duties (even though she wasn’t conscious of them!) to carry Master Lucas to term, and then raise him with hierarchical values taught to her by her Alpha father and brother! Driven purely by instinct, she unwittingly shaped a truly powerful young King who increases in power every day!
I chuckled adoringly to myself when I read Sophie’s humble question: “My punishment for defying hierarchy?” No, Queen Sophie … there is no punishment for what you’ve done. Instead, there are only blessings and praise for your choices. A new generation will be led by your radiant Alpha son. He will be a light to all … but especially for the dutiful, faithful mother who saved him and raised him to be a King!
Thank you for your quick and very prompt response Brother Sam, It truly means the world to me to have you offering me advice and guiding me, your website has really helped shape my life and identity and help me (and so many others) find purpose, I cannot thank you enough. I just wanted to write quickly to update you that I will do exactly as you said, I will have dinner ready by 5pm, over by 7 at the latest, a conversation during the movie about alphahood and serving him and I will offer to massage his feet -that was such a great idea, thank you for offering that , what a brilliant idea. I was also wondering do you think I should print out your letter to an Alpha and leave it on the couch before the movie or give it to him after or before dinner to open the conversation? would love to get your advice, also I know its my duty as a fag to serve straight Alpha men but part of me feels guilty submitting to my moms boyfriend, I want to submit to him wholly, fully and make his life better no matter what it’s my purpose as a fag but the guilt is inside me, I dont want to hurt my mom or betray her, do you have any advice on how best to deal with this guilt or reframing my view point? would dearly love any and all advice you can offer brother, I know I am destined to serve him but how do I keep the guilt away, what would you do, thank you brother, light and love -Ethan xo
I’m excited for you, and I’m so proud of your courage and attention to detail! Be determined to serve him, but allow the evening to dictate how you approach it. Don’t force it. Just relax, let the rhythms guide you, and just be eager to please him.
If you want to print out the “Letter To An Alpha”, that might be a good idea, but I wouldn’t lead with that, Like I said in my previous response, I firmly believe he wants to use you. So I would try the seduction techniques I outlined, and then use the letter as a way to force a conversation or to clarify a point if he (somehow) doesn’t understand. However, I KNOW HE DOES.
As far as your Mom, I understand. However, Alphas has needs, and we faggots are born to serve those specialized needs. Your Mom isn’t going to let him fuck her ass, for instance. I’m also sure you can suck dick better than her. And most importantly, you’re submissive to him in ways she will never be. You’re providing services to him to keep him with her. The likelihood of your Mom ever finding out about this is less than zero, I’m sure. Just bear in mind that this is exactly why you exist. It’s your purpose.
My thoughts are with you little brother! Be brave, and submit!
Master @HashtagRaymondW is one of my favorite Alphas in findom because he truly loves being worshiped by faggots. He’s a beautiful Asian Alpha with perfect feet that deserve to be in a museum.
I’m a 38 year old born faggot. I’ve always been submissive and always known my purpose was to serve alpha men. Gods that were put on this off for me to serve.
I’ve severed men all my life. I have been wearing Chastity since I was a teen and I have been owned by some of the most superior alpha gods – man and boys. However over the last couple of years things have slowed down. I am still very eager to serve and although I’m an experienced faggot I always believe each alpha owner can teach you something new. So why are alphas no longer interest in me? Do faggots like me have a shelf life?
I have so much service left in me and am keen to obey as I always have. What can I do to keep alpha men interested in an experienced faggot.
Thank you for the question!
You’ve hit on one of the most frustrating truths about being a faggot. Sadly, it’s true: faggots DO have a shelf life.
Now, when I say that, I’m only referring to sexually. Obviously, as a faggot ages it becomes less attractive sexually to Alphas, especially given that Men and Alpha are notorious hunters of young, fresh meat. However, how soon that expiration date arrives is entirely within the faggot’s control. Obviously, a paunchy (or fat), balding faggot with bad teeth and eye bags (or other physical defects of aging) can be mitigated if the faggot takes care of itself, right?
Another more insidious effect of aging is a loss of confidence on the part of a faggot. Every successful faggot I’ve ever known has a bit of confidence and self-worth attached to themselves, which in turn attracts high-quality Alphas eager for servants to reflect well on them. But if a faggot loses that confidence (due to insecurities from aging), Alphas can sense that and be less interested.
Now brother, I don’t anything about your situation, but I can tell you that 38 is too young to be experiencing this issue. So be honest with yourself: how do you really look? Have you let yourself go? Have there been other physical issues?
The good news is that older, aging faggots can still be quite useful domestically and for worship sessions. You might remember an inspirational story about a wonderful older faggot in his sixties named Chadwick who recognized his diminished physical appeal and turned himself into a popular nation-wide domestic faggot. You can read that thread by CLICKING HERE. That is the ultimate answer for aging faggots.
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 23-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a long time since I’ve heard directly from Master Anthony, the French God Alpha and owner of my little brother Fabien. Over the last year or so Master Anthony has been enjoying his superior life in the best ways possible, traveling to various countries with his Alpha pack and stable of faggots in tow. He’s fucked countless females and bred fags too many times to track. It’s all a typical part of “Alpha ascension”.
Master Anthony just turned 23 years old the other day. Imagine being 23 years old and essentially worshiped everywhere you go! A faggot like me can’t even imagine it! Meanwhile, a 23rd birthday is just another day in a glorious like few Men can comprehend.
But my little brother Fabien wasn’t about to let Master’s special day pass without once more going above and beyond to please him!
Hey boy
A few news about my life, as I know you love it ! Last week was my 23th birthday. My slave had prepared a nice surprise for me. He had contacted several of my other stooges (from college or elsewhere) and of my bros’ servants (I think you know some of them, Clément and Basile). When I came out of my room, irritated that my house slave hadn’t brought me my breakfast, I found myself surrounded by fifteen boys kneeling in the living room! They all shouted, “GLORY AND HONOR TO MASTER ANTHONY, GOD AMONG MEN!” and bowed down! It was so funny! I walked past each of them to let them kiss my feet, and I distinguished some of them by putting my foot or hand on their heads. And Fabien sucked my cock in front of everyone! The envy on the faces of the others, OMG!
Of course, all those little whores were throat- and ass-fucked by me and my friends during our party all afternoon and evening! My best mate Henri wanted to throw my birthday party at his house (he lives in a house with his parents, who were away last weekend). It was super fun! There were a few beta boys from college, one of whom came with his girlfriend. He had to lick my feet while I kissed the girl and then while she sucked me off! I loved it! It feels so good to humiliate straight guys and make them accept my superiority! I can still see myself slumped in the chair, with Fabien massaging my back, the pretty girl’s mouth around my cock, and her “boyfriend” on the ground licking my toes! SO GOOD!
And Fabien is still as flawless as ever. He’s been bulking up lately, at my request. I decided to have him do workout and not just accompany me to the gym. He’s already good-looking, but I want a more muscular slave. I think it reflects well on me, and I feel powerful dominating a very masculine slave. Sometimes I randomly order him to do push-ups, and I count! I place my foot so that he kisses it with each push-up. I know it motivates him! LOL
Next time maybe I’ll tell you how I’m subduing a teaching assistant at the university! LOL Bye, fag!
I love how Fabien came up with the idea of surprising his Master by using a naturally-occurring resource within their circle: a stable of faggots! Having them all kneeling in submission to Master Anthony when he woke up was genius! How on earth can Master Anthony think of himself as anything other than a God Alpha given these kinds of displays of loyal worship?
Of course, I’ve long maintained that Alpha ascension really doesn’t happen without the assistance of a great faggot. This is especially true with straight Alphas like Master Anthony. A great faggot serves without issue, always loyal and forward-thinking, and cherishes even the smallest opportunities to please its Owner.
That describes Fabien perfectly. Unlike many selfish fags, Fabien gladly shares his Master with other faggots (even teaching them how to serve him!), or serving humbly as Master uses females for pleasure. Fabien does all of this work full of joy and appreciation, but also free of jealousy. That’s a huge trick few faggots pull off!
I love the detail Master Anthony added at the end about transforming Fabien’s body. That shows Master Anthony is taking a vested interest in creating a faggot that reflects his own superiority. After all, a God Alpha shouldn’t be served by unappealing faggots, right?
Master Anthony is one of my favorite Alphas because he approaches his superiority casually and seems to truly love owning faggots as part of his growing kingdom. It’s such a privilege to be a part of that kingdom!
As the title suggest, I think the Super Bowl is a good thing for faggots because during the show I was invited to the party and there were two stray guys that we knew and one that I didn’t and two other fellow fags and one thing we all notice was the guys were naked semi hard all the time we were told to stay between their legs all the time I got the new guy reason why is because I was told he was really rough and during the halftime shows we would be forced to slobber and serve those cocks. Of course, I made a mistake of looking at my master for once and he smacked me hard across the face and told me not to look in my eyes fag Now I see why I got stuck with the new guy
Anyway, his team started losing and he got pissed really pissed and instead of letting him yell yelling scream always said was when you’re pissed off come fuck the faggot He did and I won’t lie I kind of liked how he hit me how he made me feel like I was worthless and we both came pretty hard, hands-free orgasm. Imagine that.
Anyway, do you think the Super Bowl is a good thing for us fags because we get to be put to use Sam for a long time I used to think that you were wrong about us and now I’m trying to realize I was wrong. I enjoy getting used I enjoy being pissed on. I enjoy just almost all of it.
Thanks for the question!
Yes, of course the Super Bowl (or any other Alpha-oriented gathering) is great for faggots. Even if we aren’t used sexually, it’s still wonderful to be able to be useful in times like that.
Speaking of which, I was at a huge bar watching the game with a large group, and my black straight Alpha friend Matt actually let his wife and kids go home. When I asked him why, he said he didn’t need her there to serve him when I’m there to do it. So that’s what I did, getting his drinks and food, cleaning up after him, etc.
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This is the second part of this story. CLICK HERE to read the first part!
In the previous post we learned that straight Master Vinicius finally decided to use his long-term friend and faggot Felipe sexually. When he first found out the truth about Felipe being a fag, he swore he wouldn’t use Felipe sexually because, as he said, he’s not interested in that. Frankly, this is justifiably the position more straight Alphas have regarding sex with males. After all, there is no natural attraction to another male.
But something this site has consistently taught and documented over the years is this fundamental truth: straight Alphas are turned on by POWER and WORSHIP, and that overrides any other concern they might have about gay sex.
That’s because sex between a straight Alpha and a faggot isn’t about sexual attraction, but rather, it’s about pure domination. That kind of power is its own aphrodisiac.
Needless to say, Master Vinicius was literally and figuratively blown away by the worshipful blowjobs Felipe gave him, and the surge of unconquerable power he felt charged through him like a lightning strike. He knew he needed to actually claim Felipe completely.
He decided to finally fuck and breed his first faggot!
I prepped Master Vinicius beforehand on the fruits of complete faggot ownership, as well as how to cunt a faggot and the importance of it. I had to act quickly, because it was clear a tsunami of lust was surging in Master Vinicius, and this was going to happen sooner than later!
Then it happened. Here are Master Vinicius’s account of what transpired physically, metaphysically, and, most importantly, hierarchically:
As I told you I had my fag Felipe coming over to be my bitch for the evening as I watched the game. When he got to my place I told him to pour me a beer, put the rest in the fridge and set the snacks on a tray and bring me everything as I laid on the couch, in the boxers I had on the whole day. He brought everything and I told him to take off his clothes and kneel… But I wasn’t very fond of that sight. I don’t know, I didn’t feel comfortable seeing his little baby dick out in the wild. So I told him to go to the master bedroom and pick up a pair of panties from my wife’s drawer. He’s such a slut he picked a pair of red lace panties, a little see through on the front. His “dick” is SO SMALL it barely made a bulge. He actually looked like a girl from the waist down (he was fully shaved… I was impressed by that)
So picture this: me wearing a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers already hard standing up in front of him, wearing nothing but my wife panties facing down to the ground as I was drinking a nice cold beer HE paid for. Life’s good, Sam.
I wish I knew that before.
I told him to worship me and beg me to make him my whore and he went on and on about how he dreamed about it since he met me, that he wanted to be a good boy for daddy and make me proud for giving him this opportunity to serve me. I made him put his hands on the ground, behind his back as he was kneeling to give him some support, because I wanted to use his throat as a fleshlight. So I bent his head a bit, put both of my legs behind his back with his head between my legs – as if I was sitting on his chest – and I started fucking that throat. This bitch doesn’t seem to know what a gag reflex is, and I love this about him! I was forcing his head up and down on my cock and he was taking it like a pro! I have a big cock, around 20cm (you do the conversion to inches) and the only times he gagged were when I got his nose pressed against my crotch and I blocked it to prevent him from breathing… He got my cock so slobbered that I don’t think I would had needed to use lube to fuck him. But I told him to lube anyway and to lay on his back on the ground.
You see… When I decided to fuck him I had pictured him on all fours or riding me. But I wanted to see the look on his face as he finally got the meat he’s yearned for years. And I wanted him to look me in the eyes as I entered his pussy to make a statement in his little head: that from now on the only cock that matters is mine. And Sam, what a trip that was! As soon as the tip of my cock entered his hole my fag started crying. I asked if I was hurting him, but he said those were tears of joy. I don’t know if it was the sight of that grown up man wearing my wife panties with his tiny little dick hard and crying of joy for having my cock inside him or just the rush of power that struck me – maybe a mix of both – but I was DETERMINED to turn that hole into a huge gape.
I was fucking him HARD. Taking it all out and shoving it back inside, aiming for different parts of his hole and get it as stretched as possible – his hole was surprisingly tight for someone who’s been getting fucked for 25 years. I was slapping his face, punching him on the side of his ribs, spitting on his mouth… I even rubbed his small ball sack like we do with a woman’s clit. My fag was going nuts, trembling/shaking uncontrollably, saying things that didn’t even make any sense while begging me to get him pregnant. I LOST MY MIND WHEN I HEARD THAT! I strangled his neck with one hand and told him to beg me louder to impregnate his pussy. I read that link you sent me about cunting. I’m sure that’s what was happening. I’ve never seen someone so given to me like that. I increased the speed and I told him I was about to cum and demanded him to say he’s my bitch and I bred him. It was something else… Un-fucking-believable! I’ve had women losing their mind over me in bed, but I never seen someone getting so senseless like he got.
I took my cock out, had him kneeled again and told him to clean it up with his tongue while thanking me for breeding him. And he did it with the biggest smile on his face!
I laid back on the couch, turned the TV on because the game was about to start and had him bringing me another beer, the tray with the snacks and a broom. He brought everything to me and I told him to lay on his back on the ground.
I took the broomstick, a roll of silver tape that was inside the tv rack drawer and I taped both of his feet to the broomstick in a way he couldn’t move his legs to the sides. I told him to raise his legs as far as he could and I placed one edge of the snack tray on the broomstick and told him to grab the other edge of the tray. He was supposed to be the support for it as I watched the game. I didn’t wanna hear a word, that he should try his hardest not to let anything fall for as long as I wanted him to stay that way and that, if he behaved like a good fag, I might let him cum at the end of the evening. In case he couldn’t handle it anymore I’d let him off this duty if he said “Fogo”. (My team’s nickname)
He was SO SCARED it was actually funny, but also adorable in a way. I could see he didn’t want to let me down. And Sam… He tried! And he earned my respect. It took him roughly 20 minutes to tap out. Way more than I was expecting. Luckily, for him, my team had already scored a goal and we were winning a tough away game. I let him off the restraints but he had to stay on the ground, massaging/sucking my feet as I watched the game. When we scored the second goal I smashed his little dick so hard he let out a moan that reminded me of a girl. I never heard his voice so high pitched! But he screamed like a pig when the other team scored a goal and I decided to aim my frustration on his balls. I never knew that kicking someone in the nuts could be THAT relaxing… at least for me! LoL
Half-time came and I told him he could ride my cock as I answered some messages from my clients on my phone, but he was supposed to keep saying he’s my little girl and how much she loves my cock inside of her. Yes, I was referring to my fag in the feminine at this point. So, for around 20 minutes I had my fag riding my cock with my wife’s panties on, telling me how much my cock means to her as I had my phone in one hand answering my clients and playing with her tits with the other hand. And boy, she was perfect at it! I shot my second load by the time the second half was about to start.
I needed to piss, so I took my fag to the toilet with me, told her to hold my cock with her teeth and lips as I pissed. I cleaned my cock on her face, ordered to pick me another beer and I was back on the couch – and my fag back on the floor.
I don’t know what the fuck happened, but the other team scored 3 goals on the first 20 minutes of the second half and my team was behind the score by 2. I wasn’t happy at all about it, but I squeezed my fag’s small nuts so bad after the second goal that I felt bad for her when the 3rd came. I went to the master bedroom and picked up my wife’s vibrator, told my fag to lay on the couch on her back over my lap, legs wide open, and I used the vibrator in her ass like a stress relief tool… For me. I was aiming at my fag’s prostate the whole time. My neighbors might have heard the moaning. The human body is incredible, isn’t it? How can the stimulation on a specific spot make someone lose the sense of space and time?
I kept telling my fag I was pissed but it was because of the game. But she made me really proud. And that I wanted to start treating him like a girl, since his dick looks like an oversized clitoris and he has titties that could easily fill up a bra. My fag said she’s going to be my girl and as slutty as daddy wanted her to be. She even started talking with a different voice. She was such a good girl I told her she could cum… But only if she managed to do it hands free, because daddy was already stimulating her pussy and that’s how girls should cum. But she asked me to cum riding my cock instead of the vibrator. She had those needy puppy eyes and such a soft voice asking to cum riding her daddy that I couldn’t say no.
I got her riding my cock facing me. The other team had scored yet another goal so I was done with the match… The moment I was having with my fag girl felt much better. I got her to ride me and tell me how much she loved to serve me that evening, how much my cock meant to her and my fag girl gave me an Oscar winning speech of how amazing and life changing my cock is. That I wasn’t only her master, but her king, her god. That from now on my cock is her religion and that getting my cum is her sacred communion, that every drop of anything produced by my body is holy to her: my cum, my sweat, my spit, my piss… She was saying all of that while looking me in the eyes, hands behind my neck, my heavy breathing against hers. I ordered her to cum. I gave her a 60-second count down. I didn’t even got to the 40s and she squirted all over my stomach while thanking me for being so kind to let her cum.
I had her cleaning the mess she made with her tongue then I shot my 3rd load on her face. I used my foot to spread my cum all over it and told her to clean my foot too.
And just like that other night I told my fag to clean everything while I took a shower, to wash my wife’s panties and get the fuck out of my place before I was done showering because my boy could be back home any minute then and I didn’t want them to run into each other.
Sam… I’m really playing with the idea of turning my fag into a girl when I want to get worshipped and serviced.
It was my first time fucking someone who isn’t a woman and, Sam… I stand corrected. You were right all along.
Absolutely astounding!
I love the analytical side of Master Vinicius’s brain being blown apart by the overwhelming experience of fucking and breeding his first faggot. His entire being was transformed into a raging beast of pure power and dominance, a point beyond the usefulness of words and rational thought. This makes sense, because all ascended Alphas can tap into that pure animal id because they’ve come to accept the natural use of faggots!
Once again, I commend Felipe for being such a good faggot and performing admirably as Master Vinicius thoroughly (and roughly) used him! So proud of my brother!
But I wanted to touch on the fact that Master Vinicius did, in fact, cunt Felipe on his very first try! For a straight Alpha, cunting their first faggot is almost as wondrous as what the faggot experiences. As Master Vinicius mentioned, he watched his faggot’s body shudder and his faggot’s face go slack and delirious, and it was something so intensely powerful that it made him need to pump his load deep into Felipe’s new pussy.
No matter how well Master Vinicius fucks his wife, he’s never going to experience TRANSFORMATION like that because of the power of his cock! Master Vinicius’s cock RULED this encounter, striking like a weapon and penetrating even the psyche of his new faggot. This is what Alpha cock does! It’s more than just a tool to fuck and breed things. It alters people, forcing them to submit and surrender to true Alpha power!
There is nothing stopping Master Vinicius now. He’s moved beyond the cares of unenlightened Men, ascending above them and clothed with glory. He can own anyone he wants now. If he wants a harem of female and faggot slaves worshiping him day and night, it’s all possible.
His God Alphahood is assured. He’s picked the lock and opened the gates to a Kingdom made just for him!
Thank you, Master Vinicius and his faggot, Felipe!
I’m reaching out for advice on how to handle conversations about being a fag, especially in contexts where I usually keep my kink life private, like with family.
Context: My boyfriend and I are in a long-term, consensual Dom/sub relationship. As part of our dynamic, I wear a chastity cage almost all the time. While we’re open about our relationship with trusted friends, we generally keep the kinkier details private from family and work.
What happened: We were at my boyfriend’s parents’ place with his family. I accidentally left my chastity cage lying around after cleaning it—my fault entirely. My boyfriend’s brother found it and made some remarks. My boyfriend wanted to address it honestly to prevent teasing, so we talked to his siblings. They were supportive, but their attitude caught me off guard.
Instead of surprise or curiosity, they treated it as completely normal—almost dismissively so. Their reactions were along the lines of “Of course you’re the submissive one,”“It makes sense our brother would lock you up,” and “Glad he finally found someone who consents to it.” It wasn’t malicious, but their absolute self-confidence made me feel uncomfortable. I found myself reacting emotionally, apologizing later, but their responses only reinforced that feeling of being objectified.
What I’m struggling with: How can I discuss my submissive side in these contexts without becoming flustered or reactive? I want to be able to calmly express that I am a faggot, that I serve my Man, our kinks and so on, without feeling like I’m losing control or being pushed into a role I didn’t agree to in that moment.
I’d really appreciate any advice on how to stay composed and communicate clearly in these situations, while staying true to myself and my dynamic with my boyfriend.
Thank you in advance for your support.
Best, Dave
Thank you for writing in, Dave!
This is an interesting dynamic. Firstly, I congratulate you for maintaining such a long-lasting and healthy Alpha/fag relationship! It’s hard to make the transition from role play to long-term embracing of mutual purpose. You and your Master should be proud of yourselves!
I think I understand the real problem here. You don’t want to be objectified or spoken to/of like a thing without any sense of self.
But here’s the problem: you’re a faggot, so in some ways you ARE an object. You need to embrace that reality and actually relish it. For me, talking about being a faggot in everyday situations is full of joy because I’m actually pretty proud to be a faggot.
So what’s bothering you about what happened with the family? Did you want them to be shocked? Disgusted? Disappointed? Bullying? What reaction do you think would’ve been better for you?
Honestly, I think your Master’s family’s reaction is nothing short of revelatory. You should be so grateful to be part of a family that embraces whatever truth you have so openly and warmly. Your Master was brought up to be inclusive and open, and that upbringing (coupled with his Alpha dominance) makes him comfortable in his own skin.
I wish the same for you, brother. As a completely owned and cherished faggot, you should be proud to wear your Master’s cage and represent him and glorify him in all you do. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about or ashamed of. Your Master’s family wanted you to feel good about being owned by him, which is why (I think) they had that reaction.
There are soooo many worse reactions that happen every day to faggots everywhere. Be grateful, be thankful, and be proud!
I’ve often discussed what I call the “Hierarchical Third Eye”, that ability Alphas in particular have to see the outward projection of a male and assess his true hierarchical standing hiding beneath. They see faggots almost at will once they develop this, and the true predators among Alphas know how to both spot them, but also capture them.
The reason why I know about this is because Alphas have been spotting me and taking me since I turned 17 and my first Alpha Roger claimed me. After Alpha Roger dismissed me for his future wife, I spent my college years (my “slut years” I sometimes mention) getting spotted and used constantly by campus Alphas. I’ve never had much of a poker face (yeah, there’s a joke to be made here, but I decline), so I’m easy to read. It didn’t matter anyway. I was never going to escape that Third Eye always scanning, always assessing.
I received a letter in my inbox from a brother who has had a similar trajectory to me in regards to this. Here’s what he said:
Hi Sam,
A fag reader here. I’m in my forties, and for most of my life—despite appearances—alphas have recognized me. Not through conversation or signaling, but instinctively. There has rarely been a need to talk. They seem to know before I do.
I’ve been stopped while walking—on ordinary streets, in cities far from anything resembling a scene. An alpha steps into my path, looks at me, gives a simple instruction. Once, he told me to come with him to his place. I did. There was no debate, no hesitation. I followed because it felt correct, settled, already decided. This has happened more than once, in different countries, across different years, and I’ve never been able to explain it—only experience it.
I’ve come to understand that alphas carry power that is recognized through bearing, not display. An alpha shows authority by being settled in himself: unhurried movement, direct but unforced eye contact, economy of speech, and a refusal to over-explain. He sets expectations without theatrics and follows through without escalation. That calm authority tells me he does not need submission to prove dominance; my submission is something he allows.
A fag like me recognizes this immediately because the dynamic is not about fear or pressure, but about gravity—the way an alpha’s presence organizes the space around him and gives it direction. I experience my role as attentiveness and readiness: restraint, awareness, and intentional yielding rather than performance or neediness. The alpha reads this not as weakness, but as fluency in submission.
I have never begged for an alpha. I have never chased one. And yet they seem to recognize, without being told, how deeply I understand—and how much I appreciate—their power.
Respectfully, A fag reader
This is a masterpiece of fag insight from someone who has clearly experienced it many times!
The most impactful part of this testimony is this paragraph here (and I’ll highlight the sentence that really grabbed me):
A fag like me recognizes this immediately because the dynamic is not about fear or pressure, but about gravity—the way an alpha’s presence organizes the space around him and gives it direction. I experience my role as attentiveness and readiness: restraint, awareness, and intentional yielding rather than performance or neediness. The alpha reads this not as weakness, but as fluency in submission.
I absolutely believe this underscores why I’ve been so successful with straight Alphas during my fag career. Rather than seeming needy or desperate, I carry myself as someone who is proud of being a faggot, not ashamed. This acknowledgement on my part tells the Alpha that it’s okay for him to take what he wants from me, because I have embraced my purpose.
Honestly, one of the biggest frustrations for straight Alphas is the fact that women refuse to accept their place. So when an Alpha sees a faggot so comfortable in submitting, this is much more of a turn-on than they ever expect.
Honestly, this is an incredible letter from my anonymous brother. If you’re out there, thank you!
Over my ten years teaching Hierarchy online, I’ve seen evidence of a dramatic shift (particularly in the Western world) in the acceptance of hierarchical truths. Men now appreciate aspects of masculinity that were formerly never considered. The rise of social media has disseminated these formerly “secret” and unstated power dynamics that Men have always understood on a deeper level and turned them into more acceptable “jokes” that help Men accept the existence of them. Thanks to the proliferation of such material, today’s younger generations of Men now understand the power of feet, pheromone scenting, or armpit worship, just to name a few.
I’m proud to say that sites like this one have been unstoppable engines of hierarchical truth, relentlessly pushing it into the mainstream. I remember stating that as one of the goals of this site back in 2015! And it seems to be coming true!
One of the more dramatic ways mainstream audiences have come to understand hierarchy is through online financial domination (findom). Even though I have never been a huge fan of findom as a practice, I recognized early on that it was an addictive vehicle that perfectly illustrated very real hierarchical truths. It was only inevitable that more and more straight Alphas would become ensnared by the ridiculously-easy money, and through that they would discover the joys of faggots ownership in a larger context. It’s hard to quantify the power of that simple lure, which is inadvertently spreading the truth of hierarchy across the globe.
This truth has been appearing more and more in mainstream media, like this interview with a young cashmaster:
And now it’s even being researched by scientists!
A sharp-eyed brother named Finn alerted me to this research paper from January 2025 that looked into online findom and the roles of Alphas and faggots in that scene. It focuses primarily on straight cashmasters, both the true sexuality of these ones as well as the nature of their acts within the scene.
The researcher used X as the primary platform to study these straight cashmasters. After a lot of game-playing (straight cashmasters play around almost as much as faggots!), she narrowed it down to six subjects who were interviewed via Skype:
The responses of these six straight cashmasters are interesting, and typical of what we hear all the time in the space:
Today, my feet make money for me, and, actually not in a bad way at all. Would I stop doing this if I had enough money? I don’t know. (Participant 4)
I would not stop even if I had enough money. Because the enjoyment doesn’t only come from money. It is the domination part, from the feeling of being superior. (Participant 5)
If I would get to a certain figure, I would potentially consider slowing things, however, that would not necessarily mean that I would stop or do anything different. (Participant 6)
Given those responses, the researcher comes to an unusual conclusion, namely, that these straight cashmasters are essentially queering their straightness. He writes:
As shown above, the identity of a cash master is not solely about financial domination but also involves negotiating the complexities of desire, gender, and sexual identity. I argue that while cash masters may identify as straight, they may be unaware of how these negotiations can expand their understanding of gender and sexuality, including attractions and behaviors they previously considered beyond straight orientation. By engaging in cash master dynamics on social media, they inadvertently expose not only the performative nature of their role but also the broader performativity of their gender and sexual identity, revealing the fluidity of both and the queer potential within straightness.
These platforms transform the straight cash master’s unconscious queer desires or fantasies into activities (Johanssen, 2023). While financial domination serves as a convenient facade, social media allows cash masters to deviate from the straight line without losing “the illusion that this straight line exists” (Huysamen, 2018, p. 527). Thus, social media becomes both a catalyst and a conduit for queering their “straightness” in unexpected ways: It not only facilitates the exploration of such desires but also allows them to experiment with queer aspects of their identity in ways that traditional, offline environments may not support.
I’ve been in communication with this researcher to discuss this a bit further (they are agreeable to coming onto the podcast for an interview!), and we fundamentally disagree with this conclusion. The researcher looks at the data from a straight person’s perspective and concludes that any straight cashmaster isn’t really straight if they actually engage with the male slaves they own online, or that the entire enterprise is purely performative. Of course, this researcher is at a disadvantage, because Men lie all the time about their true feelings and intentions.
However, unlike this researcher, my site has ten years of in-depth, detailed experiences from straight Men of all types who are discovering a real truth not captured by clinical research or theories: straight Men want worship and service, and those wants transcend labels of “straight” or “gay”. The POWER of this dynamic between Alphas and faggots is itself intoxicating. My site has captured the reality of that in a way no clinical observation ever has.
I also disagree with this researcher’s vaguely-worded conclusion that a cashmaster is almost a separate type of sexuality, not entirely straight, but not gay either.
In this respect, I argue that the straight cash master’s intentional and insistent choice of boys and same-sex slaves as can be seen in the Figures 14, 15, and 16 is not only because these individuals are placed at specific locations and are more available, but it is also due to the straight cash master’s tendency towards them more than opposite-sex slaves, which contradicts his claim to be straight.
This sort of rigid classification of “proper” straight Male behavior flies in the face of historical fact. Countless societies featured submissive gay males and eunuchs serving straight Men both domestically and sexually. Straight gladiators were serviced in pre-dawn rituals by sub males before gladiatorial contests in Rome. There are simply too many precedents to ignore.
Again and again sites like this one have borne out this fundamental truth of Male sexuality: POWER governs Male sexuality even more than gender, especially in Alpha sexuality.
Which is why we see the phenomenon of straight cashmasters enjoying their faggot slaves. It has nothing to do with straight cashmasters being secretly gay. It simply proves that more dominant Men love the power that comes from faggot worship and their monetary tributes (which is also an aphrodisiacal power trip).
I think researchers will always miss the fundamentals of this dynamic until they acknowledge the existence of hierarchy itself. All humans are governed by it, even at a subconscious level. There is simply no way to graph its effects because it requires honest researchers and honest subjects.
The truth is, as always, in living testimonials. The true stories of straight Alphas catalogued here on this site over the last ten years tell a collective story more compelling than any research paper ever could.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The dynamic between a straight Alpha and his owned faggot is one of the most complicated-yet-natural relationships in all of human nature. This dynamic is powered by the purity and clarity of hierarchical roles from both the Alpha and his faggot; the straight Alpha has no interest in anything except being serviced, and the faggot having no interest except serving. It’s an hierarchical dynamic built of perfect balance and focus.
In every service relationship I’ve had with a straight Alpha, this balance was always naturally there. It was never forced or planned. My straight Masters expected worship, and I wanted nothing more than every opportunity to worship them.
For straight Alphas, that balance is the literal eye of the hurricane of their lives. They’re dealing with life pressures, work pressures, and pressures from females. But when they’re with their owned faggot, life is simple, pure, and satisfying in a way he can’t understand.
He just knows it’s true … and reliable.
One of the best examples of this is the relationship between Master Anthony and his former friend/dearest faggot Fabien. It seems like forever since I helped Fabien properly submit to Master Anthony. Now, Fabien’s life has been one fulfilling adventure after another as he serves Master Anthony – a burgeoning God Alpha – and his Alpha pack.
Fabien rightly adores his Master and serves him with deep reverence and awe. Fabien never flinches when Master Anthony is seducing and fucking another girl. In the end, Fabien knows he is Master Anthony’s prized possession because Master Anthony never hides his heart. He values what he owns.
Then again, it’s easy to value a faggot like Fabien. He does what most faggots fail to do: anticipate the needs of his Owner. Alphas don’t always verbalize what they need, so a faggot that understands its Master’s moods and body language becomes much more valuable to its Owner!
Keep that in mind when you read what Fabien wrote this morning:
My dear brother,
My Master gave me permission to tell you a moment we had lately. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to mention it, because it shows a bit of vulnerability, but he said he was totally OK with it.
You see, these past few months, college has also brought its share of difficulties for Anthony. He is, of course, always a brilliant student, the best in his class, but sometimes he has felt the weight of expectations and the work required. It’s quite typical: for someone for whom everything has always come easily, succeeding with minimal effort, it can be unsettling when the bar is raised a little higher. I do my best to help him, but he now refuses to let me do all his academic work for him; he wants to prove to himself that he is the best. My infinite respect and admiration for him is even stronger, if that is possible.Sometimes, however, it affectes his morale. One evening, he was brooding on the sofa.. Seeing him in this state always breaks my heart. I would love to keep him permanently happy and joyful. Alas, even the most devoted servants cannot perform miracles and protect their Masters from all misfortunes.
I did what I know I have to do in these situations: I put him at ease and made him feel comfortable by placing my head at his feet to speak to him. I tenderly kissed his feet and I tried to offer words of comfort. I can’t recall everything I said, but I emphasized that being a Superior Man didn’t mean he didn’t have to put a little effort in, but that his efforts would always yield much, much greater results than those of the average man.
And I concluded by saying, “I beg you, my beloved Master, never, ever forget how exceptional and incredible you are. You’re even more than a superior being. You are a gift to humanity. I am insanely proud to serve you and devote my life to your happiness and success.” And I resumed my worship of his feet, allowing myself to lick and kiss up to his ankles.
What happened next was incredible. Anthony asked me to stand up, took my face in his hands, and looked at me with a friendly smile. He said: “You are right. Thank you.” I tried to answer that he didn’t have to thank me. But then he said: “I know. I deserve your service and devotion. I’m entitled to your complete submission. But still, you could be shit, and you’re exactly the slave a God like me must have. And I want you to know you are appreciated. You’re such a good boy to me, for your brain, your hard work and your selfess devotion.”
Then he hugged me. A manly but tender embrace. I cannot tell you how incredibly happy I felt. Pure bliss. I almost cried. “Thank you Master. Thank you for existing. And for allowing me to serve you.” He kissed my forefront and said “You’re welcome, my boy. Now, go to sleep. You have a lot of work ahead of you.”
Moments like these are rare, but so precious. To have a God in my life and to live at Anthony’s feet is an incredible privilege I will never take for granted.
Lots of love to you, brother!
Fab the fag
Can you sense the perfect balance here I spoke of at the outset?
First of all, Fabien’s actions were pure instinct meant, not to arouse, but to comfort. Everything Fabien does in Master Anthony’s service is entirely focused on making this stunning young God Alpha happier and more fulfilled. Kneeling and kissing Master Anthony’s feet was merely to remind him that, no matter what problems he faces, he’s still an immensely powerful Alpha who is worshiped by many.
And clearly, Master Anthony got that message!
Master Anthony’s deeply emotional words and his intentionally-impactful embrace were simple gifts that were like literal rains in the desert. I’m sure Master Anthony felt righteous in doing that for Fabien, but it’s also a testament to his generous and benevolent spirit as well.
Think about how many loads Master Anthony has pumped into Fabien. Indeed, Master Anthony’s DNA swims inside Fabien! And still, a simple acknowledgement and hug from this monumental young Alpha impacted Fabien just as much!
So what is Fabien’s greatest gift to Master Anthony? After all, Fabien has surrendered himself completely to his Master.
And that’s the gift: Fabien’s complete submission.
That complete submission fuels Master Anthony’s daily life, giving him the adrenaline to conquer and subdue. That complete submission gives Master Anthony the confidence he needs to build a Kingdom and lead both Alphas, females, and faggots to their purpose.
And that complete submission gives Master Anthony a peace that only comes from pure, unselfish love!
I’m so thankful that my brother Fabien shared such a beautiful moment with me!
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!
It’s been quite a while since I last heard from my brother Ethan, current owned faggot of a black God Alpha named King Karter (last update November 3, 2025). To catch up, Ethan is now one of three owned, “in-house” faggots of King Karter (and renamed #5). King Karter has been training Ethan to handle not only his giant dick, but also the dicks of his Alpha pack.
Part of the reason why King Karter loves owning white faggots is because his Alpha pack and other black friends love breeding white boys best. It’s all part of the BNWO mentality (although I don’t think King Karter is officially a part of that movement), subjugating one white faggot at a time as black Alphas assert their supremacy.
King Karter made it clear that Ethan was being groomed to become one of the fags he would whore out (literally for payments) to his friends and associates. I haven’t officially covered many of these kinds of scenarios before (I’ve talked to some), so what Ethan has to say about it is important.
And so over the last few months since I last heard from Ethan, he’s been whored out four times. Here’s what he had to say about it:
Happy New Year, Sam! I was going to email last week after you sent me this, but I have been very busy!
I am really sorry I haven’t emailed you back in a while. I was going ot email you after my first “date,” but I forgot, and then I got very busy with my classes last semester, my bar job, service to King Karter, the gym, and now dates. Since I last wrote to you, I have been on 4 dates. I will tell you a little bit about each of them.
On the first date, I was very nervous. King told me not to be nervous but to remember I represent him and his Kingdom. The first one was back in November. He gave me an address and told me to go there on Friday afternoon, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and most of Tuesday. I left on Saturday night and Monday evening for work. It was Veterans Day weekend, so I didn’t have classes. King Karter didn’t tell me who my first date was with, so I went in kind of blind. He told me he won’t tell me most of the time, so I’d better get used to not knowing. I went up to an apartment, and King R opened the door. If you remember, King R is like best friends with King Karter from when they were kids. I was very relieved to see him and King L, there since I knew them. I walked in, and as soon as King R closed the door, I got on my knees and kissed his feet, thanking him for letting me into his house and letting me serve him and King L. He had me strip and first clean his apartment, even though it was already very clean to begin with. I think they just liked watching me work naked, at first I was a bit self-conscious with them just watching me, but after a while, when I saw their big dicks getting bigger and harder as I worked, I liked working around the apartment naked. I would bend over and show my ass to them a bit, almost like teasing them ; ) . Finally, he took me into his bedroom with King L. They had me do some dances for them, and then they got me on my knees, and I sucked them both off, going back and forth. We spent all Friday evening and night, me sucking and getting fucked by them. I offered to make them dinner, but King R wanted to have Pizza delivered. When the Door Dash guy came, King R had me go and get the pizza naked with my cadge on. I was freaking out when he gave me that order, I was scared the guy would like call the cops or something. To subdue me down, King L loaded me up with a ton, a ton of wed and poppers, so I would be ok with doing it. I could barely stand and walk straight, but I did it. The man (whom I was so relieved was not a female) was staring at me wide-eyed and didn’t say anything at first. I took the Pizzas and told him thank you, sir. and quickly closed the door. While King R and King L sat on the couch eating their pizza, I sat on the floor eating it out of a dog dish with my hands behind my back. After that, they had me suck them, and they fucked me both in the living room. and then back in the bedroom. I slept on the floor of their bedroom all of the nights. I woke up early Saturday and didn’t really sleep well that night. I was thinking they would need me for something at night, so I was awake for most of it. In the morning, I went to make some breakfast for them before they got up. They didn’t really say to, but I did it anyway. I made some eggs, some turkey bacon, bagels and some fruit which they had in the fridge. Both were very impressed. I made it all before they woke up. I was happy they were pleased since they never asked me to do it. I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing in just assuming to make it. So it was basically like that for most of the days, a combination of me doing some tasks like laundry, cooking, and cleaning, and sex for all 4 days. The only time I left was when I had to go to work at the bar. King told them the hours I would be gone. I had to drive straight there and straight back with no detours, because I was new to the job and could not get the days off since it was a holiday week. It was very busy in the bar. They did want to DP me and did 4 times. They said they were looking forward to it. I know King R wanted to do it from the first time he saw me. The first time, Friday night, I could take it with a lot of poppers and weed, a bit longer than I did at the party. And by the 4th time that weekend, they could stay in as long as they wanted. I was so open by then, my pussy was like taking two at the same time, like just one cock. They told King Karter before I got back to his place, and he said he was proud I kept at it, and kept taking it even though it didn’t feel great at first. I was relieved my first date was with those Kings. I know it helped a lot to ease my anxiety.
On the other dates, on the 2nd was I went to a house, which was for a black King. It was for that same black King who kept commenting on my PWA at the party, on how “King would make a lot of money on it.” This one was a bit harder because I didn’t really know him. He had me wear long white and black socks that went almost up to my knees, and my cadge and a backwards ball cap, on the socks, one said “White”, the other sock said “Bitch” up the legs, and the hat said “FAG” in big black letters. in the front and the back. and a cut off shirt, it was cut off just above my nipples, and on that it said “White Faggot” that was white with black letters. He sat naked, stroking his huge black dick, I mean it was probably about 8- 9 inchs and pretty thick, almost like a beer can thick. I was on my knees, had to huff poppers and kiss his balls, looking up to him under his balls and thick dick, and he had me repeat a few mantras. like “I am faggot”, “I need black cock to survive,” “I am an inferior to black Kings,” a few others, he had me worship and sniff his balls and crotch as I kept saying things like that. He spat in my face and slapped my face with his hand and with his cock. It was pretty thick and heavy. I kept thanking him for letting me serve him. It was an honour to be at his dick. He face fucked my mouth for a while, and then he had me lie on the floor while he walked all over me, and stood on my face with his huge feet. He had huge feet with long, thin toes. He liked to walk on me like a doormat, wiping his feet on my body and face. King Karter later told me he was really big into feet worship. He stood on my face and batted it around like a ball, while I lay flat on my back looking up at him. He made me suck his toes and fucked my mouth with his big toe mostly and with the rest of his foot for some time. I lay on the floor while he sat on his chair, my face under his feet. He had me give him a pedicure as I do with King Karter, but he wanted me to do more massaging with my hands and my tongue on the soles of his feet. He also loved it when he had me eat his toenails (that still really grosses me out). He fed them to me, and I had to thank him for every nail, thanking him for the great opportunity it was to eat them. Unlike King Karter, that watchs us just eat them on our own. I know I didn’t like the foot thing at first, and I still don’t think I love it like most Faggots, like you Sam, (I know you like you some good Feet) But I think I am liking them more, I do like the degrading part, the part that I am under them, and below them, like when he was walking on my body and face, and using me to whipe his feet off that part I’m liking more, then the actual part of the man’s body. (Still don’t like eating the toenails though) He was so hard, he then fucked my face hard, slapping it on my face, gagging me a lot, and slapping his hand on my face too. He shot a huge, thick load and painted my face and made me lick it up, scoping it all back in my mouth. After that, he had me get between his thighs and had me tell him that I was so thirsty, I had to beg him to take a leak in my mouth, to be his urinal. So he took me to the bathroom. I sat in the tub, and he soaked me with his (Endless) stream of piss. I mean, he must have been saving it up all day. He was like the Niagara Falls, just kept coming and coming. I drank a lot of it, and he “washed me” in the rest. After he was finally done, he slapped my face a bunch of times, telling me I’m a piece of shit, I made a mess, and now I had to clean it up. He had me take off the piss-wet shirt, hat, and socks and suck all the piss I could out of them, put the socks and hat back on, and took me to the bedroom to fuck me for hours. He came like 3 more times. one more in my mouth and face, and two in my fag pussy. I wore the piss-stained socks and hat the whole time I was there. He pissed on me two more times, but it was not as much as the first one. The next day, he had me wear all of it and the shirt back to King Karter’s house, and King Karter (after the debrief) had me wear the socks all day, even when I went to a class. I don’t think people noticed it smelled of piss, but I tried to avoid most people, like sitting in the back of the room. I am just glad he didn’t have me wear the hat and shirt, too. After each date, I go back to King Karter’s place and give him a debriefing on how it went, what I did to serve the Kings, and how I was feeling about it all. Most of the time, this turns him on, and he makes me suck him off, or he fucks me after or while I’m telling him.
Oh, I did forget to tell you I did move into the 1 bedroom Apartment with #3. My parents are “kind of” Ok with it. My mom kind of thinks #3, and I are like a “thing”, because I told her I was gay, and it was a 1-bedroom. My dad doesn’t really know it’s a one-bedroom. But he won’t come down and see it anyway, so it’s not a big deal. We trade off, I get the bedroom on Mon, Wed, Sat. He gets it Tues, Thurs, Sunday, and we switch up on Fridays. Unless we have dates, we will switch days. Like I had a date two Sundays ago, and so I gave him my Saturday. It is working out pretty well; he is so used to sleeping on the floor or King Karters’ place, and on other dates, he is fine with the big, comfortable couch. I am still getting used to it.
The other 2 dates were in the apartment; those dates are pretty much just Suck and Fuck. Sometimes they will spend the night. #3 hadn’t had an apartment of his own without roommates before, so it was hard for them to come over; now they come over and stay the night a lot more often. He is getting a lot more dates than I am because my schedule is so wrecked right now. The third date was just me in the bedroom with this king, and #3 serviced another King in the living room; they did not come together. The 4th was supposed to be just me at first, but at the last minute asked King Karter to have both me and 3 at the same time since we were in the same apartment, and he used us both.
I will try to give you some more updates more regularly. Sorry, I had planned on emailing you in December over the break, but I was busy with my family going back and forth from Texas to California, where my mom is, to Indiana, where my dad is, and then back here to Texas.
Also, I wanted to ask you some advice on serving Black Alphas. I know you have a lot of experience serving them. How are they different than white alphas, and some pioneers or Ideas on how I can make my dates better, like things I can say or do? Since I have not really serviced White men a lot, other than on Grinder, and that was not really service, like I have been doing, those were just more like BJs. I have noticed Black Alphas are much, much more verbal, and they like to degrade faggots a lot more. Is that true? Is there anything else you would advise? Thanks, Sam!
Happy New Year!
Love,
Ethan, #5
Wow, that’s a huge and thrilling update! Those experiences pack a lot of unusual faggot service into just a couple of months!
I wasn’t really surprised that King R and King L were the first to take Ethan for a spin. From the previous updates it was clear that King R in particular loved using Ethan (with King Karter’s supervision) and would be back for more. I was quite surprised that they got Ethan for an entire weekend, and at first my heart kinda dropped because I know well the intensity of serving black Alphas. It can be exhausting for ONE day, let alone three! And on top of that, there were TWO BLACK ALPHAS at the same time! I’m surprised Ethan was able to remain conscious!
Also, huge props to Ethan for getting up (despite no sleep on the floor) and making both Kings a hearty breakfast! It sounds like they were quite impressed by this (which reflects well on King Karter), and is a move often overlooked by faggots!
The second black Alpha was really intriguing to me. He went really far with faggot humiliation techniques (like the clothing, and the repeated demands for verbal admissions) as well as rigorous physical use. The piss play was especially intense (more so than what is typical), and the foot worship was also next-level. I’ve eaten toenails before (it’s not something I’ve talked about much here), so Ethan’s experience brought that back to my mind. From a faggot perspective, I think it’s pretty hot (I only did it with one of my Masters), but it’s not something high on my list of interests. I was glad Ethan was made to do it, though. Honestly, that’s the first time I’ve ever heard of a black Alpha enjoying that much foot service/worship. In my experience, black Alphas have a weird love/hate relationship with their feet. However, they all know what their feet do to faggots.
I’m glad Ethan has a place with King Karter’s faggot #3. It’s important when being used this roughly to have a faggot serving beside you that can help you cope! I just wish they would get a bit bigger place!
Ethan asked for my advice on black Alphas. Yes, brother, black Alphas are much more aggressive and dominant. They simply fear nothing and are almost entirely composed of animal instinct. You can always count on a black Alpha to rearrange you or force you into the position he wants without asking, and they will always push you beyond what you think can handle. This comes with the territory of having huge dicks, I suppose. I’ve never been OWNED by a black Alpha (black Alphas in my part of the world don’t seem interested in having that much responsibility, unfortunately), but in serving so many I’ve learned that they switch things up instinctively, so a faggot always needs to be ready to shift gears on the fly. Black Alphas love to see faggots choke and slobber on their cocks; the messier, the better. And black Alphas love nasty buttfucking. They love seeing faggots creaming on their dicks (which is actually a bacterial coating from inside the faggot generated from being fucked so deeply). I’ve always used less eye contact while serving black Alphas (unless they order me to look at them) because, like any great predatorial animal you might encounter, the less you look them in the eyes the less they will want to attack.
I’m so proud of my brother Ethan for submitting so deeply to the commands of his Master, King Karter! He’s doing any amazing job! Many faggots would’ve probably run from such an overwhelming challenge, but Ethan stepped up in an incredible way!
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Mika, a teenage faggot in Peru who bravely and successfully seduced a straight Alpha named Gael. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The last post involving Mika and his straight Master Gael involved a party with his Alpha pack. And even though Mika got his feelings hurt at one point (and was comforted by Master Gael’s Alpha friend Cesar), it turned out to be a tremendous success for Mika.
At the end of the post, I cryptically wrote the following: “I’m just saying this without much proof: I wouldn’t be surprised if Master Gael allows Cesar to try out Mika’s service at some point. This is something that Alphas do with each other. Sharing faggots is a way of showing each other affection as well as displaying power. I just have a feeling about it!”
I’m going to use the following update from Mika as definitive proof that I AM PSYCHIC.
Hola Sam! This is Mika again, sorry to send you so many messages but I am living a very intense moment of my life as a fag boy!
Gael asked me to go to his house yesterday and when I arrived there Cesar was there too. Cesar is his Alpha friend who was very sweet with me in that barbecue… Gael didn’t fuck me or did anything with me because Cesar was there, but the guys were playing video games and Cesar kept looking me in a weird way, like a hungry lion looking at meat, and then here is what happened: it was hot and Gael does not have ac in his room, so they were playing video games and I was there hanging out with them, and Cesar said “fuck man, it’s too hot here” and he took of his shirt and omg, his so sexy, but here comes the weird part, instead of putting the shirt on the bed or on the floor, he threw it on me! And he said “can you hold it for me, bro?” and it was soooo sweaty I got hard holding his shirt and made an effort not to shove my face on it and sniffed, I think he noticed it because he smiled in a very sexy way, but didn’t say anything. I came back home and he texted me saying that he want to hang out again and then he said “you are welcome to hold my shirt again jajaja”
Am I being too optimistic to thing that he might be interested in me?? I am thinking on a way to approach him and offer my service (I would let him fuck all my holes all night!) can you please help me Sam? Maybe what happened means nothing and I’m just a dreamer, but I’d love to hear from you
I have no idea why dear Mika isn’t trusting me on this, but I’m going to say this directly to him: MIKA, CESAR IS GOING TO USE YOU.
I can 1000% guarantee that Master Gael talked to Cesar about Mika and how good Mika is as a faggot. I can also guarantee that Cesar’s presence when Mika arrived was not an accident. Master Gael likely told Cesar about a faggot’s love of Alpha sweat (or Cesar just knows it instinctively), but the whole point was to get Cesar and Mika more acquainted with each other.
Why? Because Alphas share good faggots. It’s a sign of respect and loyalty to share a faggot with an Alpha brother. Cesar is the Alpha brother closest to Master Gael, so it makes sense that Cesar will be the first of the pack to sample him.
Now a word of advice: this all must happen under Master Gael’s supervision and with his approval. Cesar should not try to convince Mika to do something behind Master Gael’s back, nor should Mika consent to anything like that. I’m not sure how it will happen, but I know those are the ground rules.
But yes … Mika’s about to experience what it’s like to be the sex toy of an Alpha pack!
The following post is part of a thread detailing the struggles of an innocent faggot named Noah who is being fucked roughly by a big-dicked Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Big-dicked Alphas are almost a separate category of Alpha. These Alphas have an extra swagger. They love ramming their giant dicks into people and making them choke and scream. They love seeing how their giant dicks re-shape holes, give purpose to the lost and satisfaction to the greedy.
It sounds a lot like Master Hulk that currently owns Noah.
Noah’s journey so far has been a little rough, but now that Master Hulk has fully taken control of Noah, there’s another issue cropping up:
Hello Sam! This is Noah again
After what my ex-friend did, my Master is much better with me, he is bisexual and I am the first boy he is dating, so I think he is just getting used to it. He struggles a little bit to get romantic with me, which is totally fine and understandable because I am not a girl. Last night I was in my apartment with my big and gorgeous Hulk and I cooked for him, cleaned his house, and after all the chores, I offered my hole to him, as a good boy should do. He kissed me, undressed me, and for the first time he rimmed my pussy, I wasn’t expecting at all, he had never touched my hole with his tongue before, but he prepared me with his tongue, put a lot of lube, and he started to fuck and kiss me, it felt really good. He was rough as always but for the first time he called me baby and beautiful boy, he usually just says slut or bitch while he fucks me
So when he finished inside of me, I said thank you as always, and he said that he loves when I thank him after fucking me, and that no girl has ever done such a thing. I told him that he is a King and deserves to be treated like that because he could be fucking any pussy or fag but he chose me. So he hugged me and put me on his chest, and I said “I think that for the first time you were making love with my hole and not just fucking” He chuckled and said “I am always fucking, but today I fucked you with some love” I felt so good, Sam!! Then he said that he loves to see that I am struggling to take his fat cock but he doesn’t want to hurt me, and that’s what I want to ask you, brother… now his cock fits much better in my hole, he has trained me to take his big dick, but I don’t want him to think that I am too loose, you know?
I am trying to take his cock in my throat as rough as I can because he gets really crazy when he makes me cry with his dick, but do you have any suggestions of how to turn him on showing him that I am really struggling to take his dick? Something I should say or maybe react. So sorry if this is a stupid question, but I really want to please my Man!
I’m so proud of Noah for wanting to do anything he can to satisfy his Master! Being a good faggot involves more than just having a hot body or even a submissive attitude. We must be a neverending worship machine that provides the Alpha ego with all of the fuel it needs to stay red-hot!
I don’t think Noah needs to worry about his pussy getting too loose for Master Hulk’s heavy dick. However, if that is a concern Noah can always do Kegel exercises or the “anal breathing” exercises I recently posted HERE. That’s what I’ve always done, and my pussy has remained pretty tight.
Noah also wanted to know what else he can say to Master Hulk to please him. This is a particular skill of mine. Here’s a little trick that is a sure-fire winner: when he’s fucking you, start saying things like “please get me pregnant” or “please give me your babies” or “I want to have your baby Master”. This always triggers something inside the primal center of their Alpha brains, and they always have an explosive, extremely-satisfying orgasm that they remember for a long time!
While I think it would be awesome if Noah incorporated some of those tips to please Master Hulk, I don’t know if Noah needs much more to please his Master. It’s pretty clear Master Hulk really loves owning Noah. Like Master Hulk said after breeding Noah: “he said that he loves when I thank him after fucking me, and that no girl has ever done such a thing.”
You can clearly see from Noah’s experience that faggots give Alphas something they do not get from women: WORSHIP.
And worship will go much farther than Kegel exercises or special techniques. Surrender to these superior Men and submit. Such gifts are rare, especially in today’s world, and are very valuable in the eyes of Alphas!
