The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a Portuguese faggot named Fernando who has submitted and is serving the straight Alpha husband of his sister! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Practically every faggot wants to serve and be owned by straight Alphas. It’s definitely something I’ve specialized in, and I’ve chronicled plenty of other faggots who do the same.

There is, of course, an obvious issue: straight Alphas have wives and girlfriends. Aside from the fact that a straight Alpha is likely to eventually dismiss you due to marital/family concerns, there is also the issue of questionable morality and the accompanying guilt. Contrary to what people think, faggots do have moral standards and are sometimes plagued by doubt about the “rightness” of their actions.

Fernando is dealing with that right now.

He successfully seduced his sister’s hot Alpha husband and gave him his first taste of faggot service, and he loves it. Fernando is giving his brother-in-law all of the sexual pleasure his sister isn’t giving him.

But despite serving his purpose perfectly, Fernando still struggles:

Sam, this is Fernando from Portugal again. I told you what happened between me and my brother-in-law. I’m back here to ask your opinion and advice because this whole situation is completely new for me.

Pedro plays soccer with his friends every Tuesday and Thursday. So we arranged a way to make things easier and not taking any risks. Instead of leaving soccer and going to his house with my sister, he comes to my place, uses me as much as he wants, and goes back home a little later without raising suspicions. He usually arrives him at 7pm, I immediately start sucking his dick, he makes me ride his cock, then bangs me doggy style, and breeds be. He usually leaves around 7:45pm to make sure he won’t be home too late.

I started feeling guilty last time he fucked me because he couldn’t stop talking about my sister and how much better I am. When I saw sucking him, he said “oh, that’s a real blowjob, so much bette than your sister”, then he took my clothes off and said “your ass is so hot, so much better than your sister” and during his rut, when he was getting close, he said “fuck, your pussy is so much tighter than your sister’s”. Apparently, he gets off by telling me how bad my sister is on satisfying him. I don’t understand that.

This morning everything got worse when I was having breakfast with my sister and him in their house and, when he left the table, she told me that his mood has gotten much better. Then she said that she wishes that he went to his soccer practice more often, because he always come home on Tuesdays and Thursdays sweaty, but with a smile on his face. Oh Sam, I felt horrible! My lovely and naive sister was pretty much telling me how happy she was because her husband was emptying his balls inside me. I pretended that nothing was happening and just answered that men love soccer and it’s good that he keeps this habit.

So Sam, I don’t know what to do… Pedro is really hot and an incredibly powerful Alpha. If I stop serving him, he might find another woman or faggot, which would be even more risky. He really loves this thing of talking about my sister while he fucks me, but I feel guilty when he does it… do you think I should just tell him to stop? Or it’ll be irrelevant to ask an Alpha to change what turns him on?

My sister got married as a virgin and gave her virginity to Pedro as a gift. She always says that will never get a divorce and, although they hardly ever have sex, in her mind she has a perfect marriage. On the one hand, she is happy and Pedro is happier than ever. On the other hand, if she ever finds out, I know her life will be destroyed.

Could you please give me your opinion on this Sam? If your audience could also comment on that, I would love to listen to other opinions. I can’t tell this story to absolutely anyone, so it’s been hard to cope with this in silence.

I really love your content and feel like I have a friend and a brother on you.

Honestly, I’m so very proud of my little brother Fernando. He’s serving his purpose so very well. This great straight Alpha has needs his wife is simply not providing (and seems to have no interest in providing), so he has turned to using Fernando to release that powerful sexual energy. That is primarily why we faggots exist! Fernando should not ever feel guilty for this.

In fact, he should be proud to receive word that this Alpha returns home from fucking Fernando with more joy than he’s had in a long time! Fernando’s service is actually making their marriage BETTER. What better endorsement is there than that??

Now, when it comes to the brother-in-law vocally comparing Fernando’s skills to the lack of skills of his sister, I can understand why that might be awkward and uncomfortable. So that’s what I suggest: respectfully and submissively approach this Alpha and request that he stop doing that because it’s making you uncomfortable. I’m sure he’ll understand. That’s a small price to pay to be able to keep pumping loads inside you!

I really love you, Fernando. You have a good heart, and I don’t want that to change. I certainly don’t want to advise you to do something that violates your conscience. I do think you should keep serving him right now. Because if you do stop, as you mention, he WILL find another faggot or female to use. The results of that could be catastrophic for your sister.

But right now, your brother-in-law needs to own and use you. Fulfill your purpose, Fernando, and be proud of yourself!

Love,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a 22-year-old Italian Alpha named Master Paolo who owns a muscle faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Unfortunate fact: most Alphas seem to prefer smooth, twinky fags. However I’ve encountered several Alphas who love (and prefer) big, burly, muscular faggots. Now, I have no data to back this up, but these Alphas who prefer to mount and breed bigger faggots seem to be more powerful, more aggressive, and more demanding than others.

Master Paolo definitely fits in that category. His descriptions of how much he loves to fuck and breed larger fags practically drip with lust. I can almost hear him grinding his teeth and licking his lips at just the thought!

His need to dominate larger faggots naturally led Master Paolo to another idea: CHASTITY!

Hey faggot, this is Master Paolo from Italy again. What’s up?

I wanna ask you about chastity cages. Bruno, my fag boyfriend, is a strong muscular man, 25 years old. I am also strong and muscular, 22 years old. We met at the gym and have been together for 6 months. Since our first night together, Bruno told me that he didn’t like to touch his dick during sex (which was a huge turn on for me). I felt like a real King when that powerful and strong dude got on his knees to suck my dick and my balls, licking and worshiping me. And the best part is that, unlike most of the guys I met in the past, he didn’t expect me to suck his dick in return. The first time I fucked him, I shot a nice load in his ass to make sure he wouldn’t forget me. And although he got hard he did not touch his dick at any time. It was awesome. I bought some jockstraps for him right after our first encounter and form then on I’ve been fucking him wearing those.

But I’ve been thinking about putting him on a cage. I don’t think his dick should be just hidden under a jockstrap. It should be locked as the fag he is. I have never fucked a fag wearing one of those but the idea really turns me on. As I told you a few days ago, femboys or women don’t turn me on. I like the feeling of breeding someone who everybody thinks is a powerful man, a strong leader, but in fact is serving me in the bedroom. Since I was a teenager, my thing has been taking the masculinity of strong men, turning them into my cumdumps no matter how much protein they eat or how many hours they work out. For this reason, I think that caging my fag bf will really turn me on. But his dick is quite big, ironically even bigger than mine. Thick, long, but useless.

How do you think I could approach that and how could I find a big cage for him? Thanks!

First of all, I love experiences like this because it highlights the fact that faggots can have large dicks, but that large dick is MEANINGLESS because it’s attached to a male that is not equipped to use it and lacks the desire/understanding to use it. Is there some sort of body dysmorphia going on here? Probably. But it’s real nonetheless.

Of course, I think chastity is a fantastic idea. Since being caged four years ago, I’ve become a huge proponent of faggots being put in chastity (I largely have Master Jin to thank for that!). It simply puts a faggot into a state of perpetual subspace and gives them a constant reminder of their place.

There are places that design chastity cages for larger penises. Here’s an example of one printed via 3D printing by a company called kink3d.com:

I’m sure there are other such places selling these kinds of products as well.

When an Alpha takes the step of locking his faggot in chastity, it’s an outward sign of ownership that is quite meaningful for both the Master and the faggot. It’s like a ring. It’s meant to be forever.

Today I wanna talk about Jerome’s attitude with his faggots. While Mika’s experience is a wonderful example of how a good boy must behave, Jerome is as perfect inspiration for young Alphas starting their journey as superior men. I read his whole thread to better understand what he is coming from. To be honest, I wish I had been so thoughtful and mature when I was 19. This young man was born in 2006! Can you believe this? It does give me hope to think that, once I am not here anymore, men like Jerome will be here taking care of women and faggots.

But let me be more specific about some aspects of his experience:

1. instead of conquering, breeding, and throwing away the boys, Jerome is employing the strategies that, I imagine, he uses to find his girls as well. He most likely does not need to make so much effort to fuck these boys but by doing so he makes them even more loyal to them;
2. I also enjoyed very much to see how concerned he is about his sister’s work. Most straight men just fuck whatever hole they find, no matter what can happen. But Jerome is carefully dominating his sister’s friends without affecting her dance crew. The attitude of a real Alpha!
3. But the most important part of his story is by far the way he takes care of Fag C. I lived in the 1980s during the horrors of HIV and lost so many people. You, young folks, have no idea of how many brilliant and beautiful faggots died. Even I stopped using fags for a long time because nobody new what was that… at first, we thought that we would catch it in the air. Needless to say, homophobia skyrocket in the 1980s. So for me it is really nice to see a young man with such a open mind and a responsible attitude.
4. As I said a few days ago, I don’t believe fags must be protected like women, but they must be respected and, in this case, Jerome understood exactly what Fag C needs. But he did a very important thing in my opinion, and I agree with Sam on this: he made it clear that he will fuck and breed Fag C. I would’ve done the same. I’ve seen many good Alphas that lose their control over their women or fags because they want to be nice. We, superior men, can be very nice without losing our place in hierarchy. In other words, a man is a man and we have our needs. This is nature. We have two balls that are constantly producing cum and we must unload. So I really liked the way Jerome is fucking the other boy while Fag C gets ready for him. Fag C is young and he might be able to get fucked doggy style again, but if not, it’s great that Jerome already set his expectations, respecting the fag’s limitations, but establishing his needs as a man. Well done! A long time ago, in the early 1990s, I had a faggot who sucked my cock several times a week, but he didn’t want at all to take my dick in his ass. I told him that he had 2 weeks to prepare his hole, or I would stop feeding him my cum. And guess what? In 10 days the faggot was properly clean, lubed, and riding my cock. Sometimes we need to set our expectations to our faggots in a firm way to make sure we can make them perform as they can.

Last but not least, fag Mika said that he was turning 19 yesterday and I forgot to mention that in my last text. Happy birthday, sexy boy! I am really proud of you.

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I’m becoming more and more inspired by this newest generation of straight Alphas rising from among us. Perhaps it’s just the avalanche of them appearing here on this site and I’ve just been the most fortunate faggot in the world, but from my vantage point, young straight Alphas in every part of the world are discovering the larger possibilities of their dominance.

And much of that has to do with their accepting faggot ownership as part of their right as Alphas.

But the one aspect that has really floored me is how deep these young straight Alphas are, how much they care about and appreciate their faggots. They just really understand how to be good OWNERS of faggots. It just seems natural to them, and that is really exciting to me.

Leading the way for other straight Alphas is my beloved Master Jerome.

Even though Master Jerome could have any woman he wants, he decided that he wanted to own the three little fag friends of his sister. And one by one, Master Jerome conquered and took ownership of them. But the third one, “Fag C,” proved to be a much more intense challenge for the young Master. You see, Fag C had been raped by a Man who had HIV, and he caused poor Fag C to become HIV+ as well.

Back in the tragic 1980’s, people would’ve run in terror at such a revelation, and even today there are misconceptions and stupidity regarding the illness. Fortunately, the medications now available make HIV a completely manageable chronic condition.

Master Jerome’s compassionate reaction to the news of his new faggot’s condition will forever remain one of this site’s greatest moments. It touched me so deeply that I can cry on the spot when I think about it. I will always love this incomparable King.

Master Jerome has an update that furthers the story of his ownership of Fag C, and it shows even more of this wonderful Master’s gigantic heart.

Hey Sam, this is Master Jerome from France. I hope you’re doing well.

I thought I’d spend my summer playing soccer and only concerned about alternating between the holes of my 3 fags, but I ended up learning what it really means to be an Alpha. Shortly after we talked for the last time, I decided to fuck Fag C’s ass. I knew that doggy style was a trigger for him, so of course I wouldn’t force him into this position. We were cuddling in bed, I was the big spoon, and I got hard rubbing in his ass. We were both wearing underwear, so I put my hard dick out but didn’t take his off. As soon as he felt my dick touching on him, the fag freaked out and started begging for me not to force my cock in his hole. It was really unexpected and I noticed that his trauma was more serious than I thought. The mere idea of getting fucked without eye contact at all times made the boy go crazy. Not sure if I told you, but his ex would bring dozens of men to fuck him in doggy style, sometimes blindfolded, and that was how he got HIV. The guy would get off with his fag becoming a cumdump for other men. I really don’t get it. I hate the idea of other men touching my fags, let along breeding them.

Anyway, that night I calmed him down, told him that everything was okay and that I would never hurt him. After a few moments, he was back to normal, and I told him to relax and suck my cock. I didn’t force it in his throat, I let the fag suck on his own pace and he did a great job as always. He swallowed my load as the good boy he is, came back to my chest, and apologized for not having taken it in his hole. I told him that everything was fine and that he could trust me.

On the next morning, the first thing I did was looking for therapy to my boy. After a few hours, I found a therapist specialized in sexuality and traumatic experiences. I reached out to her, she’s a very sweet old lady. I gave her general information without exposing my boy too much. She said that it was really sweet that I wanted to help my boy, but he needed to reach out to her himself. Fag C agreed to see her and I told him that I’ll pay for the sessions. So far, he has been to 2 sessions with the therapist and seems to be enjoying. I told him that I will wait for him to feel safe and I won’t fuck him in doggy style. But I also made clear that I will fuck him in missionary and will make him ride my cock. I’m sure that it’s just a matter of time. I also found an online a group of men living with HIV and send it to Fag C. He will start going to weekly meeting with these guys to make new friends. It’ll be important to him to connect with other fags with HIV.

These are my main updates. Fag A is in Spain for the summer but we keep in touch every other day. Fag B has been great as always. Whenever I’m tired or worried about Fag C’s situation, I send a quick text to Fag B and in 20 minutes he’s in my room on his knees. In fact, I just dumped two loads in his ass. He’s sleeping in my bed right now. I will take good care of Fag C, but I still have my needs and can’t just wait for him.

That’s it’s for now, Sam. It’s been an exciting summer, but also an enlightening moment to learn the responsibilities of a real Alpha. Fag C needs the firm hands of a master to move on and I decided to be the one. Wish me luck.

How can I even express myself in the face of such open-hearted generosity, kindness, and yes, love? You can feel Master Jerome ascending, becoming greater than himself, more powerful while even more benevolent. How could any faggot not fall to their knees and weep while kissing the feet of this astounding young God Alpha?

Do you understand the maturity it takes for a young straight Alpha to take the lead as Master Jerome has here? Can you comprehend it? The complexity of both the medical and psychological damage to Fag C is staggering, yet Master Jerome hoists it upon his shoulders like it’s a sack of feathers. He has carefully and gently carried Fag C through a terrifying wasteland, and he’s giving purpose to his sweet-but-broken little pet.

It’s important to note that Master Jerome isn’t neglecting his own needs. He recognizes that his needs as an Alpha must be tended to regularly, and he’s fortunate to own two other faggots he can turn to in order to empty his balls and receive worship. I’m glad he clearly appreciates that, because he must have these things in order to retain the power necessary for his larger goals and challenges.

I think it’s also good that Master Jerome has laid out future expectations with Fag C. For instance, he’s already explained to Fag C that he will be fucking and breeding it missionary style at some point. Of course, Master is waiting until the faggot can handle it, but he’s made it very clear that will happen (not might happen) in the near future. Why is it good? Because (1) the faggot likely feels self-conscious about being HIV+ and incapable of being intimate again (which is nonsense), and (2) Master Jerome feels the need/desire to officially claim the faggot by breeding it.

Some might consider such honesty offensive or pushy, but I find it exhilarating. You must understand that Master Jerome is one of our world’s greatest young Alphas, and he deserves everything he wants. He will have everything he wants. He doesn’t need to pussyfoot around about it or be shy. He was born to take anything he chooses, so such honesty prepares inferiors for his future actions. It’s as simple as that.

I can only imagine being Fag C, lying in bed with this astounding young God Alpha and being allowed to suck his mighty cock and swallow one of his precious loads as a means to comfort myself when I’m sad or hurt! What a gift! What a privilege! All Alphas need to understand this power they have, how their bodies and minds and hearts can destroy or heal (or sometimes destroy THEN heal!) but always control weak inferior ones. It’s a power that should NEVER be underestimated or unappreciated by them!

Master Jerome fully understands his power more completely than he did even a few months ago. He’s become something much greater. A superhero. A King. A God Alpha.

Master Jerome asked me to wish him luck. He doesn’t need luck, because the energies of the universe flow through him. Instead, I give him my hope … and my heart.

Thank you, my Master Jerome!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the continuing ascension of a 21-year-old bisexual Alpha named Master Joe. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

When we last heard from Master Joe, he was just finishing with pumping three loads down the throat of a new faggot, the little whore brother of Master Joe’s best straight Alpha friend. Keep in mind that this straight Alpha friend recommended that Master Joe use his little brother, because the needs of superior Men come before inferiors born to be used. Alpha brothers come before blood brothers.

Now, Master Joe expressed trepidation about this faggot (despite its attractiveness) because of the faggot’s whorish, undisciplined behavior. Of course, many Masters would decide to invest time in training, but Master Joe seemed uninterested in that. Still, he enjoyed the blowjobs and the morning breakfast the fag made for him, so I thought Master Joe might go back and sample more of its skills.

And sure enough, he did!

Hey fag,

This is Master Joe again. I’ve been using my friend’s brother every single night since the last time I talked to you. We don’t live far away from each other, so my friend already knows the routine: I pick up his fag brother after work around 6pm, bring him home, and take him back at 7am the next day when I’m going to work. The boy really is a whore; I’ve never had a fag who could take dick 7 days a week, most of them complain that their asses are sore if I want to bang them two days in a role. But this one is always willing for cock, he’s so submissive and so smooth, it’s the perfect pussy for me. Because he’s such a whore, I decided to get more and more aggressive with him. The first few times I fucked him, I was gentle and went slowly into his hole. But now I just see his hole and my brain gives my dick the order to destroy it. I probably gave him around 20 loads in his ass and mouth since we last talked Sam, and the fag is behaving better and better.

Because he’s such a bitch, I’m always concerned that he’ll serve other dick, so I told my friend to keep an eye on him. They live together and my friend told me that no men has visited his little brother since I started seeing him, so I’m hopeful that my cock and cum will be enough for this little bitch. I don’t mind sharing fag pussy with friends, but I’d never accept a stranger fucking him. I’ll keep dumping as many loads as possible in my fag’s pussy and will try a 3some soon with another fag. I think it’ll fulfill his endless desire for new sexual adventures, while making sure he understands the fag he is. He is not caged but it’s really crazy to me how he NEVER gets hard, I’ve fucked him dozens of times and his little dick is always tiny and soft, no matter how much he’s moaning and begging for dick. And I love that.

But I have a question for you Sam, is it normal to enjoy more hanging out with my friend now that I’m fucking his little brother? We’ve been really good friends since we were 3, it’s a whole life together. He’s my best friend and my bro, I’d jump in front of a train for him without thinking twice. He’s straight, I’m bisexual, and we’re both very Alpha, so we’ve also had a healthy rivalry about our grades, the sports we play, the girls we fucked, etc. Since he’s brother was born in 2009 he has always been super protective. The boy was an obvious fag since kindergarten and my friend always protected him from the bullies. The fag is by far the most important person in my friend’s life. But now that his most precious thing in life is my cumdump I feel like  I finally won our teenage rivalry, you know? It feels really good to grab a beer with him or talk about sports knowing that a few a hours later his beloved brother will be with his ass up in my bed for me to bang his pussy all night long. His gf is really hot, but he has been fucking just one pussy for a long time now, while I can fuck whatever girl or fag I want, while also having his precious brother as my personal cocksucker. I don’t know, I feel more Alpha that him now.

If you want your readers to have a better idea of how my fag looks like, you can include a video of a bottom who looks just like him. In fact I put this video on my tv last week while I was fucking him and it was really hot: just look for “Ryan Russo Pounds Jack Waters Ass”

I’m so proud of Master Joe for going back with the intention to conquer this wild faggot! It’s so great to hear Alphas roar with excitement when they conquer a piece of pussy, isn’t it? Master Joe loves seeing how his powerful rut and his potent cum has totally subjugated this wayward faggot! It’s a point of immense pride for him, as it should be!

In fact, Master Joe has conquered this faggot so thoroughly that its little dick never even gets hard! The fag is in complete subspace, hypnotized by the massive amount of hard fucking and huge cumshots. And faggots, notice Master Joe’s reaction to this: “I love that.” It makes a difference when we show proper respect for an Alpha by not concentrating on our own genitalia!

As Master Joe is discovering, his Alpha cock and his Alpha cum have tremendous power to train and readjust even the most troubling faggots. I wish all Alphas could truly appreciate this about themselves, but sadly most of them pull back and never find out what’s really possible.

But that’s what is so special about Alphas who undergo “Alpha Ascension” through the use of faggots. Master Joe’s best Alpha friend will probably never know the ascension Master Joe is experiencing, the massive amount of power he’s feeling as he conquers this wild faggot, and countless other faggots and females. His friend will never know what it feels like to be WORSHIPED EVERY DAY.

I smiled slyly when Master Joe mentioned how he feels more powerful than his Alpha friend because he’s conquering his little brother. This is why I brought up this Alpha rivalry in my last post, because I know this exists among powerful Men. I found it awesome that Master Joe perceives this ascension when he acknowledges this leap ahead of his Alpha friend. That’s because he just did leap over him!

So that’s why Master Joe enjoys hanging with his Alpha best friend even more now that he’s conquered and now owns his friend’s little brother. He’s essentially claimed a piece of his Alpha brother’s “turf”, so to speak. It’s like that old “King of the hill” game boys like to play (an early and subconscious training device of hierarchy) … in this case, Master Joe has knocked his Alpha friend off his own hill and taken it. And notice that his Alpha friend has conceded the victory by silently accepting what Master Joe is doing to his younger brother!

Hierarchy unravels so much of the mystery of Male interpersonal relationships and what drives Men on every part of the hierarchical spectrum. The Ascension of Master Joe and its effect on everyone around him is just another spectacular example of this!

Thank you, Master Joe!

Here’s that video Master Joe alluded to, in case anyone wanted to know what his faggot looked like!

The following post is part of a thread following the life and teachings of a 30-year-old God Alpha named Master Maurice as he takes ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Hierarchy is very rarely about empathy, and sympathy almost never guides the actions of Alphas in their Kingdoms. Even the greatest Protector Alphas sometimes overlook the value of these supposedly-weaker traits. After all, Hierarchy is primarily a system based on the principle “survival of the fittest”. Evolution favors the strong, and discards the weak (once it has been used). It’s just the plain truth of the world today.

Which is why I was so startled by an incredible ask in my “Questions From Readers” inbox from a powerful new (to me) Alpha named Master Maurice about how he wanted to claim a 22-year-old disabled faggot. It seemed impossible to read, and I was deeply moved by Master Maurice’s honesty and clear desire for this poor young fag.

Of course, I’ve always been overwhelmed whenever I’ve encountered examples of Protector Alpha kindness and generosity. We all know they don’t have to do these things for inferiors, yet they do because they are intrinsically good Men. When you meet such a powerful Protector Alpha, it’s like meeting a mighty hurricane face-to-face and having that hurricane gently brush your hair out of your eyes instead of pulverizing you. It’s breathtaking.

So I told Master Maurice what I thought his approach should be in order to help this faggot accept ownership and find fulfillment under his care. I knew Master Maurice was going to finally claim this faggot, but whether or not he would write me back was another story.

Well, he did!

This is Maurice from Switzerland again, I sent you a message last week about a faggot in a wheelchair, probably the only message about disabilities you’ve ever received hahaha I’d like to Follow-up with you because I am seriously committed to hierarchical truth and my case might help other Alpha brothers and faggots alike.

Anyway, that being said, let me tell you what it really matters about my first time with the disabled faggot. His name is Édouard, 22, a perfect European twink. Do you remember those Kinky Angels from Belami? This is Édouard, except for the fact that he can’t move his legs. I approached him at work and tried to see how open he would be to serve me. I invited him to have some wine, he accepted but said that was embarrassed to go the bar next to where we work because they didn’t have good accessibility. So I told him to come to my place and he accepted.

After a few glasses, he asked me why I was treating him so well. And I was very straightforward: I told him that he was really sweet and deserved to have a Man in his life. Then the boy told me that he had sex only twice and both times were with guys he found in specific communities of Tops with fetish for fucking disabled faggots (did you even know that such a thing existed? Hahaha)

This is why he was frustrated with men in general. The guys would use him as an easy fetish, and just leave him alone as soon as they came. This is quite common for Alphas in general, and I’ve done that millions of times with other fags I fucked. But that’s the thing (and this why Murilo’s attitude called my attention), some faggots require a different treatment. Most of them are happy to be easy cumdumps, but the more fragile and scared boys need to be prepared with some love before becoming our cumdumps (because eventually every fag in the world will be happy to be a cumdump of a superior Man).

I told him that he shouldn’t look for Men in a website like that, otherwise they would only see their fetish and never treat him like he wanted to be treated. I told him that he needed a real Man, with the protection and care that only a Man can provide. Then he asked if I had a fetish on wheelchair too, I said I do not have it at all, but I do have the urge to take care of boys like him. He chuckled and said I was saying those things just to fuck him. Then I chuckled too and said that of course I wanted to fuck him, but because he was hot, not because of his wheelchair.

The boy was getting more comfortable so I took him to my bedroom. Your advice was valuable Sam, and I also looked online for good positions to fuck disabled women/fags. I asked him how he would feel more comfortable and he said that he would prefer to keep eye contact with me all the time, which changed my plans completely, as I had decided to fuck him in a spoon. So I took the fag to my bathroom on my arms and we showered together to make him comfortable with his own naked body being touched by me. I had prepared a chair for him to sit in the shower and he was laughing and enjoying all the time. He was sitting I front of me, I was standing with my hard dick pointing to his face, so I held his head and told him to suck.

I could tell he didn’t have a lot of experience but he is a natural born cock sucker. So it didn’t take long for him to get the right pace. Honestly, I could easily use him just as my cocksucker and unload my balls without using his hole. But I was decided to breed him. He asked me to leave him alone for 20 minutes because he wanted privacy to prepare him pussy. My bathroom is not adapted for his needs, but the fag managed to clean his pussy very well, and just asked me to get his wheelchair so he could leave the shower.

Once we were back to my room, I kissed him for a long time and fed him some more cock, fucking his throat nice and deep. Then I said “you are gorgeous and you are not worth any less because of your condition, but I want you to behave me right now, I’m the only man in this house, do you understand?” I wanted to make sure that he understood his place under my feet but at the same time not sound ableist. That is, I am indeed superior but is has nothing to be with disability. If I were the one on the wheelchair, I’d still be the superior Alpha. That was the tricky part, but I found a good balance because he started sucking my dick again as soon as I said this, like a really good boy.

I made sure to call him good boy and good fag all the time while I fucked his throat. Then I told him to stop because I was getting close and I wanted my first load inside his ass. The fag was still a little scared but, since he wanted eye contact, I put him on the edge of my bed in missionary position, held his legs up. At first he was afraid I would not hold his legs firms enough, and he said “please be careful, ok? I’m not like the other bottoms you fuck” then I said “I know, they’re not as hot as you” hahaha

The boy chuckled and relaxed. I put a lot of lube in his hole, fingered a little bit, then I lubed my cock and entered his pussy. It was so fucking tight, I could tell nobody had touched his hole for at least an year. I fucked him very gently at first and got a little more rough after a few minutes. The fag didn’t blink and kept his eyes locked on mine all the time. While I was thrusting, I told him to repeat that he was mine and that his pussy had a new owner. He repeated every single word, but when I got balls deep, he asked me to stop because it was too much for him.

I know many Alphas who would’ve ignored and just bred the boy and maybe I should’ve done that, but as I said before, he was fragile and required some love. I took my dick out, put him in his original position sitting on the edge of my bed and shot a nice load all over his face and chest. The fag is smooth and it was really hot to see my cum running down his pretty face, sexy neck, and smooth chest. But I believe that the best place for an Alpha’s seed is inside women or fags. So I cleaned all the cum with a towel, but told him that the next one would be in his mouth. He blushed and said that he had never tasted cum before.

I put him on my chest and gave him lots of love, then a hour later I just said “time to swallow your first load”. The boy was shy but clearly excited. So I put him back in a comfortable position and fucked his throat with my firm hand holding his head at all times. I didn’t let him speak for my cock was shoved in his throat but I kept repeating that he was mine and only mine. After a good intense fuck, I just said “get ready” and he knew what was about to happen. I flooded his mouth with another thick load. He swallowed every single drop. I looked at his eyes and said “I hope you enjoyed the taste of real man’s cum because I’ll feed you multiple loads from now on.”

My first attempt to fuck Édouard was a huge success and I will now keep feeding and breeding him. I look forward to listening to your thoughts about my strategy to conquer this fag, as it was also a first time for me. As I said i the beginning in regard to Murilo’s experience, fags must be always put in their places but a little bit of affection can be helpful.

What a magnificent and sensitive way to claim this faggot! I loved that Master Maurice had a chair in the shower specifically for the fag so it can feel comfortable, and the tender way they bathed together, the faggot wrapped in Master Maurice’s strong arms.

I have sometimes struggled with body issues in my life, but I was helped through those by some of the Masters who owned me. I cannot imagine how it would feel for Edouard to be disabled and in the presence of a hot Swiss God Alpha who wants to fuck him! Fortunately, Edouard seems like an earnest, trusting faggot who has a certain inner strength I often find in the best faggots.

I thought Master Maurice’s style of dominance struck the right tone between empathy/kindness to a resolute firmness, keeping Edouard focused on the reality of the situation and his purpose in it. It was also wonderful how Master Maurice changed his plan to fuck the faggot when Edouardo made the innocent, heartfelt request to be able to looking into his Master’s eyes as he took him. It’s like a deer asking to look into the eyes of the hunter that is about to kill it.

I was a little bummed that Master Maurice chose to shoot his load on Edouard rather than breed him (maybe that’s because Edouard said he couldn’t take the entire length of Master’s cock), but I’m sure breeding (and then cunting) will happen soon enough. But just the fact that Master gave him dick in his pussy and mouth and also multiple loads should surely help to build up Edouard’s self-esteem and his drive to further experience the richness of serving a God Alpha like Master Maurice!

As for me, I’m just dumbfounded at the privilege I have to know God Alpha Protectors like Master Maurice! Such a great example for all of his Alpha brothers, and a beacon of hope for faggots everywhere! This is why I run this site, why I push and push hierarchical truth out into the world, so that emptiness can be replaced by purpose! Every time I encounter one of our greatest Alphas, I sing his praises far and wide so that those cowering in darkness or confused by lies can find their way to fulfillment.

Master Maurice represents hierarchical truth in its finest form. I’m so grateful to know him at all! Thank you Master!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise and reign of a gay God Alpha named Master Alejandro who, along with his straight Alpha brother, enslaved Maria and her faggot husband! CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I had several mission statements that preceded the creation of fagsworshipalphas.com (the predecessor of this site) in 2015. One of them was deceptively simple: teach faggots the truth about themselves and equip them to be honest so they don’t get involved in heterosexual relationships. You see, when I was 15-years-old I was dating girls and having sex with them, and even though it was humiliating to me, I still managed to deceive them enough to break their hearts.

Once my truth was revealed to me at age 17, I vowed I would never live a life telling lies to myself or others … especially straight females. I resigned myself to the role I was born to play in life, a life without a wife or children or any of the trappings enjoyed by my straight friends. While it sometimes got lonely and I occasionally yearned to have their lives, I was happy that could live with a clean conscience knowing that I served as my authentic self.

And this site was intended to help faggots find that peace and contentment as well.

Sadly, I continue to run across examples of faggots who lie to women, trick them into marriage (and heaven forbid, KIDS) and then finally break up the family because they can’t keep living a lie. I wish it never happened to these people. I’m especially sorry for the women, since they didn’t volunteer to be humiliated like that.

This long preamble is meant to properly introduce you to Maria, a straight female who wrote this honest, open-hearted letter in my “Questions From Readers” inbox about how she discovered that her husband Miguel was actually a faggot, and then she verified this by introducing Miguel to her friend, a gay God Alpha and Master named Alejandro.

It was Master Alejandro who directed Maria to write to me (so many powerful Alphas hovering over this site unbeknownst to me!) about the situation, and ask my advice. I tried to be empathetic to her plight, but I’m also blunt and honest. Ultimately, I told Maria something she likely didn’t want to hear: break up with Miguel and go find the life you deserve.

I didn’t think I’d hear back from Maria, but, as always, I was wrong.

Hola Sam, this is María again. I talked with you some days ago about my husband and my friend. I started crying when I read your answer, then I sent it to my friend for him to see what you said. He told me to calm down and said that I should listen to you because you know very well how to deal with my problem. I calmed down and realized that you really said what I needed to hear. So thank you.

If it’s okay for you and not a problem, I wanna keep in touch with you. My friend said you’d probably enjoy following my “case”. I wanna give you more details, ok? My husband is Miguel and my friend is Alejandro. Last night, Alejandro came to our house again for the first time after what I told you before. Miguel was super excited, cleaning the whole house, taking a long shower, and cooking dinner waiting for his visit.

Alejandro entered my house and immediately said hey people, I’m hungry and horny. My husband set the table, we had dinner together, and I felt so weird at first because Alejandro was eating pasta with meat, while my husband was eating a salad. So I was there at the table literally seeing my friend getting ready to fuck my husband, while my husband was eating a salad to be ready for his dick!

I don’t know if I’m too conservative or not open-minded but I couldn’t feel comfortable while they were there hanging out as if nothing was happening. Miguel told Alejandro that we were very happy to have him again in our house and got 3 bottles of wine for us to drink. Alejandro was feeling like a King in my house and my husband was walking around serving him. When Miguel walked away from us to get the wine, Alejandro approached me and said hey beautiful girl, you’re not very comfortable with this, right? I told him that I could leave the house and let them alone, but he said no, you must be here tonight, baby. I want you to be part of this.

We went to our bedroom after drinking some wine, and Miguel literally ignored my existence. It was supposed to be a 3some but my own husband didn’t even look at me, just went straight to Alejandro’s dick, put it out and started sucking his dick. Alejandro was the one to try to include me seeing how upset I was. He said come here, baby. I know it’s new for you but relax, you will like.

I didn’t know what to do, so Alejandro held my hand, took my shirt off, while Miguel was hungry sucking his dick as if I was not there. I was a little disgusted to see the man who I chose to be the father of my kids so desperate for cock and cum. I have been sucking dick for many years and I have never worshipped a cock like he was doing and it was just his second sucking a dick in his life. Then Alejandro started kissing my boobs, holding my neck with a hand while holding my husband with the other hand.

I said what’s happening, you always say you’re gay. And he said I am gay, but I like pleasure baby, just relax now. And he started kissing my boobs with his dick deep down in my husband’s throat. I relaxed more and more and started to enjoy much more than the first time when I basically just watched. Alejandro told Miguel to put his ass up and forced his face to my pussy, so my husband was licking my pussy while Alejandro was banging his ass. Alejandro said this hole is so tight, I love this hole, give it to me. And the more he fucked the more Miguel sucked my pussy.

Alejandro said that’s what I wanna see, suck his pussy, come one. He fucked Miguel doggy style for a long time, and came inside of him, my husband was so happy, and so relaxed with the cum inside his ass, and only stopped sucking my pussy when Alejandro told him to stop. Alejandro took his dick out of my husband’s ass, and told us to talk about what happened because he would take a shower.

Miguel was in heaven, told me that we should be a throuple and invite Alejandro at least once a week. I talked to Alejandro the next day and he said that I had two options: divorce or accept a throuple, I told him that I could accept it, but I wanna have kids and I can’t wait too much time to get pregnant. Alejandro thinks that my husband can be the a good father, but he doesn’t think he will ever stop taking dick in his ass.

My husband is happier than ever and I’m willing to be flexible, but I’m so lost and confused… sorry to share my dilemma with you but I would feel much better knowing your opinion too, Sam. Thank you.

It’s a hot encounter, to be sure, but I almost read it while recoiling in horror. This second encounter surely made everything much, much worse.

First of all, Miguel no longer belongs to Maria. Miguel is now the property of Master Alejandro first and foremost. Master Alejandro’s seed is now coursing through Miguel’s veins, and the empty tunnel bored out through the center of Miguel’s body by Master Alejandro’s Alpha cock now constantly yearns to be filled with his cock and cum again. Being truly married to a woman – even a woman as genuinely good as Maria – is now an impossibility. The human law of marriage Maria shares with Miguel has been superseded by a higher law – Hierarchical Law – that now exists between a Master and a faggot.

I agree with Master Alejandro that there are only two choices left now because of this powerful breeding – get divorced, or accept living as a throuple.

But here’s where I might diverge from Master Alejandro. Miguel might be a decent male who would treat kids well, but he is not a male who should be bringing children into this world because he is not a Man. How can kids be raised in a household where their father is out getting buttfucked by his Master every night?? It’s ugly, it’s not fair to the children, and it’s not fair to Maria.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I still think I’m right. This marriage needs to end. For the sake of my new friend Maria, it needs to end. Maria deserves to find a Man who can love her and give her children and be a father to them.

And it’s time Miguel started learning to live an honest life … as a faggot.

The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a Portuguese faggot named Fernando who has submitted and is serving the straight Alpha husband of his sister! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I love finding faggots who are brave and creative and will follow my direction in order to achieve the service arrangement of their dreams! At this point I have such a track record of success in this area that I’m almost like The Fag Whisperer. Alphas on Tumblr used to call me “Lord Of The Fags”, which embarrassed me to no end … but they might’ve been right.

My latest case involves a faggot named Fernando. He lives in Portugal and is close to his sister Sofia and her Alpha husband Pedro. A few weeks ago Fernando approached me about a pretty strange encounter he had with Pedro that set off all of the alarm bells for me. I encourage you to read that first letter by CLICKING HERE. To summarize it, Fernando and Pedro were playing video games alone when Pedro started complaining about not being satisfied by Sofia the way he wants, and telling Fernando how cute he was. Fernando, obviously unsure about what to do with his SISTER’S HUSBAND, didn’t make a move.

So I advised Fernando to try and get back into that situation again, only this time reciprocate Pedro’s interest. Honestly, I felt like Pedro only needed a little push in order to trigger his Alpha instinct to conquer his faggot brother-in-law.

Fernando decided to take my advise, and look what happened:

Hi Sam…

I sent you a message 2 weeks ago about my sister’s husband. I don’t know if you will remember. Your advice was really good to me and I think you should know more about my situation.

My name is Fernando, 23, from Portugal. I have always seen myself as submissive to other men. My sister (Sofia) is 25 and has been with her husband (Pedro), who is also 25, since they were 15.

Last time I reached out to you I was in doubt about what to do because he was clearly hitting on me and I thought that it would be a mistake to obey him. After reading your opinion to this matter, I had the guts to do what I should’ve done before. I invited Pedro to my apartment when my sister was at work for us to play video games together.  It is summer in Portugal and I do not have an a.c. at home, so after a few hours playing I took my shirt off and my shorts, for him to see my ass inside a very sexy underwear with a pride flag right on my ass that I was wearing on purpose.

He took the clue and said that the guys I meet would probably go crazy looking at this rainbow flag right on my ass. Then I said that I haven’t seen a dick for months because every top that I meet dump his load inside of me and disappear. So I told him that I would love to have a man who actually took care of me. Looking at his eyes, I said that, if I ever found a man willing to take care of me, he would have my boy pussy 24/7 to fill with cum as many time as he wants. He had confessed to me how sexually frustrated he was with my sister and want of the reasons was that she is completely against anal sex, she doesn’t even want to try. So offering my hole like that was enough to tease him.

He was already getting into it, but I wanted to make it as clear as possible, so I finished by saying “and you know what, I haven’t been fucked for so long that my hole feels like a virgin pussy right now.” As soon as I said that, he paused the video game, looked at me, and asked with a sexy smile why I was saying these things to him.

Oh Sam, I was sooo afraid of regretting my actions. I was panicking that he would tell everything to my sister, stick to his unhappy marriage, and I would become the horrible fag of the family. I froze for a second, he approached me, hugged me, and said “that’s okay, you can tell me anything you want. And I do think you need a Man to take care of you.” I felt so comfortable and protected in his arms, I just said “yeah, my sister was the lucky one and found the best Man ever before me.”

I think he was getting tired of walking in circles, so he held be by my shoulders and just said “ok, let’s be honest with each other. I can take care of you, as long as you keep quiet. If you ever tell anyone else what will happen between us, I will deny forever and you will be seen as the homewrecker fag who is jealous of his sister. If you are willing to stay quiet, I will be the Man you need and the Man your sister needs. Do you understand?”

I thought for one second that I was dreaming… so I just said “can I please suck your cock?” He didn’t say anything, just put his dick out and directed my head to his crotch. I started by kissing his balls, and licking his whole dick. It was so incredibly hard and it didn’t take long to start leaking precum. The smell of his sweaty balls was making me crazy, so I took a long time just worshipping his balls. But he wanted to fuck my throat so, he held my head, put his hard dick in my mouth started fucking me. It wasn’t rough or aggressive, but with a firm hand holding my head and intense thrusts right in my throat. He fucked my mouth in the couch for a while, just giving me quick breaks to breathe. After a long time, he held me back by arms and put me in the couch again. He asked if I was feeling alright and if I wanted to go further. I said that I would do anything to please him. He chuckled and said “wow, in 10 years, your sister has never said this to me”

Sam, I was in heaven… he literally took me in his arms, like a honey moon, take me to my bedroom, took off my underwear and started kissing my ass, which I had obviously shaved, washed, and prepared for him. It was his first time touching an ass other than my sister’s. I could tell how turned on he was with my submission to him. I started shaking my ass very slowly to him while he kissed my ass and my legs.

“Is that okay for you if I don’t suck your dick?”, he asked.
I said “of course, you’re the only man in this room. Do whatever you want with me. For 10 years, you’ve been frustrated and now you have the woman you deserve”

I noticed that using words like “gay”, “bottom”, or “fag” would not be a good idea because he is very traditional, born and raised in the Catholic Church. So the only way for him to relax would be convincing him that I am in fact a girl. And I think that was a smart idea, because he kissed my whole body, except for my dick and my legs. I opened the drawer, got some lube, and he said that he has never seen a bottle of lube before in his life. I told him to relax, put some on his dick while jerking off, put some in my hole, and asked him how he would like to fuck his new girl.

He said “I don’t really know, your sister and I only do one position.” Can you believe this, Sam? An Alpha God, with a hot body, hairy chest, and nice dick who has only had the chance to try ONE sexual position for 10 years. I realized that it wasn’t a good time for asking why, but at the same time I noticed how frustrated he was. That man was not just an Alpha desperate to feast in more fresh meat, he was a strong lion in a cage, and I had opened the cage.

I told him that it was now the time to try everything he had missed before… so I started riding his dick moaning, calling his name, calling him my Man and my master, then I open my lags in missionary position for him to fuck me as deep as he wanted, and we finished in doggy style. While he was fucking my doggy style I begged him to spank me as much as he wanted and so he did it. He unleashed the 10 years of sexual frustration on my ass, fucking me balls deep and spanking me much harder than I was expecting.

When he was getting close, I said “if you cum inside my pussy, I will be your girl forever”, and he shot the biggest load that I have ever felt in my hole… so warm, so thick, omg
I could feel so much cum inside of me that I kept my ass up for a while to make sure I wouldn’t lose anything.

He laid down, sweaty, and out of breath, looked at me and said that nobody could ever know what happened. But he was so fucking happy. We found a way for him to fuck me at least once a week without my sister suspecting anything… but we’ll probably find a way for him to come here after work or something like that because this Alpha deserves a nice pussy whenever he wants.

I changed our names for obvious reasons, but every single detail of this story is exactly what happened. I would be lying if told you that I feel 100% comfortable to kiss my sister’s cheeks with the mouth that sucks her husband’s dick. But at the same time I do not regret anything. For a long time I wanted a man to actually own me instead of just using me as a cumdump and he has been frustrated for a long time. I am now keeping everything in the family… my sister is happy, his balls are empty, and my hole is full of cum.

If you have anything to tell me about how to navigate this new life I embraced, I would really appreciate it, Sam. Other than that, I just want to thank you. Your words really helped me to take this initiative.

I love you! 

INCREDIBLE!!!

I cannot tell you how many straight Alphas are trapped in frustrating marriages and are desperate for the worship they don’t even know they need! They know they’re missing something important, but they don’t know what that is or how to find it even if they knew!

My slutty little fag brother Fernando, now fully armed, decided to become Pedro’s foul-mouthed whore. Notice how Fernando prepared himself for action (the panties were a nice touch!) and then guided Pedro’s dominant takeover with smooth, slutty words of encouragement! I love it!

Pedro’s hesitant question about having to suck Fernando’s “penis” points to another thing straight Alphas worry about when using a faggot. They’re so accustomed to sex needing to be reciprocal (which is why it’s unfulfilling for them) that they’re in unfamiliar territory when confronted by a faggot. They ask themselves: “will this faggot really service me and expect nothing in return??”

YES, that’s EXACTLY RIGHT!

So because Fernando listened to advice and then TOOK ACTION, he is now the personal faggot to a new Master, Pedro. And believe me, Master Pedro’s mind is swimming with ways to use and more deeply own his little faggot brother-in-law. Alphas never just settle for a little of anything.

I’m so proud of Fernando! He used every trick in the book to seduce his straight brother-in-law, and it worked!

Could you say something about fags with disabilities?

My name is Maurice. I am an Alpha, 30 y.o, from Switzerland, have been fucking and breeding fags since high school. I thought I knew everything about them after my dick has been into hundreds of boy pussies. But I recently met at work a very sweet faggot who is in a wheelchair and have been trying to approach him the right way. He’s 22, very obviously a submissive boy, but has this disability, so I don’t want him to think that I’m just fetishizing his body, you know? I wanna take him home, get him out of that chair and pump 2 or 3 loads in his pussy. But he posted on his stories that every man who approaches him only sees a fetish, not a human being with feelings, so I wanna be careful. I don’t know if there are Alphas out there with specific fetish for fucking disabled faggots. But in my case, I’m just attracted to him, no matter if he walks or not.

What do you think, Sam? How to put him in his place as my faggot without being emotionally irresponsible with a already fragile boy?

Thanks for your attention and for this great website. Your contribution to hierarchy is impressive.

Sir, thank you with all of my heart for your incredibly touching and inspiring message! 

Alphas like you are the reason why I worship and serve Alphas, why this site exists, why I continue to champion true Alpha behavior. Alphas like you change the world for the better, lift up the broken and the weak, and stand up for righteousness. I’ve often called Alphas like you the real superheroes of our world.

I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable, Sir. But I just feel inspired to really hammer home this point about what it means to be a “superior Man”. The term “Alpha” gets thrown around and slapped on guys who are just muscular or just good-looking. But a true Alpha is so much more, and they effect real change.

You are a true Alpha, Sir. 

I think about how so many stupid Instagram Alphas would’ve looked at this crippled faggot of your letter. They might’ve plotted to take money from the faggot, or take advantage of it in some morally-questionable manner. The world is cruel enough without fake Alphas hurting people who cannot defend themselves.

Instead, you looked at that crippled faggot and saw its need and desire to serve and worship, and you wanted to give it that opportunity! That’s the very definition of chivalry, Sir. When other Alphas think of faggots, their attitude is basically “who cares? They’re disposable.” That you value faggots to such a degree is truly breathtaking, Sir! 

Your situation does pose some challenges, Sir, and you rightly brought out some of them in your question. The faggot will likely be very insecure about being fucked and fearful that it might have an accident during your ruts. Also, certain positions might be more advantageous (like spoon fucking from the side) and be less embarrassing or awkward for the faggot. I do think eye contact will be very important, though, because looking into your eyes as you take it will help reassure the faggot and comfort it. 

One of the key challenges will be your approach before anything happens. I do think you need to have the faggot before you and look into its eyes and explain to it that you want to own it. That you want it to be your property. Remind it that, as its Master, you expect it to trust you with its feelings and insecurities. Ask it questions, and try to draw it out long before you use it sexually. 

I think this kind of groundwork will help smooth a path to ownership, Sir. Additionally, scent training will be of paramount importance because scent training is an easy way for a faggot to experience the thrill of being personally owned without much exertion. Give the faggot your used underwear or socks so it can take them home and scent train when it’s alone.

All I know is that this faggot will be unlike any of the many faggots you have already conquered, Sir. This faggot presents challenges that lesser Alphas cannot handle maturely or sensitively. 

However, I feel confident that you are not only able to do it, but you will succeed at it, Sir. And frankly, this faggot is about to have an opportunity to serve one of the most powerful Protector Alphas in the world. It’s a privilege not enough faggots get to experience. But this poor crippled faggot with the good heart and deep yearning to be useful will be one of the most fortunate ones! 

And I count myself fortunate because you chose to bless me and this site with your profound example of benevolence and mercy. Thank you again for this generosity, Sir! 

I hope you will keep me informed of the progress with this brother of mine. If you’d like, you can write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com. Thank you, Sir! 

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

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

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

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

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

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

Here is grayfaggot:

Dear sam,

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

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

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

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

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

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

grayfaggot 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you grayfaggot for sharing your story and your heart!

Love,

sam the faggot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your Friend,

sam the faggot 

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

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

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

And what a party!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a follow-up to THIS QUESTION.

OH SIR, THIS IS AMAZING NEWS!! CONGRATULATIONS!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you, Sir! 

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The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a straight college Alpha named Jason who has taken ownership of a faggot classmate named Mason! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So much in this startling and detailed story to unpack!

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you for the question! 

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

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

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

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

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

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The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a straight college Alpha named Jason who has taken ownership of a faggot classmate named Mason! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I’ve been blessed with some truly wild circumstances during my ten years of teaching Hierarchy online. I tutored multiple straight Alphas in Canada on how to own personal, live-in faggots. I’ve covered dramatic rapes almost live via email. I’ve helped fathers and sons navigate hierarchical roles with compassion and care. I’ve witnessed a fag brother having his entire company taken over by a young God Alpha. I’ve had my podcast cause a straight Alpha to take ownership of the faggot he caught listening to it. And on and on. Longtime readers know of my track record.

Many times these stories seemed unbelievable to ME, let alone my readership, and I was often accused of making things up. But these stories are all true.

However, few stories have blown my mind quite as much as the following story that has been developing here over the last couple of weeks. I’m not even sure what the chances are of this situation happening randomly – they must be infinitesimal – but that’s exactly what happened!

I’ll try to walk you through it.

Readers may remember a recent series of “Questions From Readers” asks from a faggot named Mason who thought he was an Alpha but found himself fantasizing about a more powerful Alpha at his school. I’ve assembled those asks HERE.

There were three such asks from Mason, and I was advising him on how to tempt this Alpha into using him. This mostly involved asking leading questions or even kneeling before this Alpha to trigger his dominance. Mason would cautiously try these suggestions, and they did seem to be producing the desired result.

Meanwhile, I received a nondescript ask from an anonymous Alpha about a friend he wanted to force into submission. You can read that HERE.

Then, out of the blue, I received the following email from that anonymous Alpha:

Yo I wanted to keep you updated on my story. But I’m writing as an email instead of a question because I think my friend, Mason, who I’m making my fag is the guy who’s asking questions about thinking he was an alpha until being in college. I say this for a couple reasons, one we both are in a frat together like his story, two his physical descriptions in the story are similar to my friend, and three the day I did part of what you told me, he sent you his story about being called a good boy.  I find this so amusing because I did only part of what you said because despite being an alpha I care deeply for my friends and wanted to truly confirm before making a decisive move. But now I know he’s already a fag so no need in holding back LMAO. I just saw his story today and plan on giving him one more day to admit who is to me before making my move. For now though I’ve just had him mainly massage my feet, do my laundry for me, head locked him under my pits, and just small triggers before going further. Crazy small world that we both messaged you for advice haha. 

CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?? Both the college Alpha and his latest faggot prey were unwittingly writing to me for advice from both sides of this situation!!!

This Alpha introduced himself as Master Jason. He is a straight college frat guy who discovered the use of faggots two years ago thanks to a faggot named John. Master Jason kindly shared his experience with that first faggot:

Yo Sam of course, regarding John, ownership with him was easy because he approached me wanting to serve me and already knowing he was a fag. When I took ownership, I followed a similar process to what I’m trying to do with Mason, having him worship my muscles, feet, and body, and making him cook, do my laundry, and wash the dishes, he was my little live at home slave. The process was slower because I was new to the alpha scene, but when I saw how animalistic and desperate he was for me, I felt right asserting my will over him since he clearly would do anything for me. Right now, I still own John, but unfortunately he no longer lives nearby but across the country with his family right now, as he had issues to take care of. He still comes to visit occasionally where he always serves me, but I understand and despite him being my fag, I respect that he is taking care of his family right now, since I was in that situation before. I’ve owned a couple more fags since then, but I’ve haven’t found one that has taken care of my needs to own them for the long term because worshipping me is a privilege that not every fag should have.

You see how natural this is? Master Jason is perfectly straight, but it just takes a good, honest-hearted faggot to help trigger the inborn dominance of an Alpha to want to own and use inferiors! It sounds like my brother John was the right faggot to open Master Jason’s eyes!

But Master Jason’s journey to his acceptance of his Alphahood wasn’t quite the straight line that many experience. He continued:

In terms of your question about alpha hood I think I had a different growth curve. I didn’t realize I was superior to other males until two years ago when I was first introduced to hierarchy. In high school I liked to stay out of the spotlight which might be different from most alphas but my reasoning was I had to work to help take care of my mother and younger brother. Given that I never had much time to notice my superiority from fags but everyone I knew respected me and never messed around me. On the basketball team I was the “unofficial captain,” I never tried to become captain because that wasn’t my priority. But every time we had practice or a game everyone would listen to me instead of the “actual captain”. I’ve always been a very action oriented person I never commanded or yelled at people I just led by example and it seemed everyone just fell in line. In high school thought, one of my close friends always told me he knew girls who would want to get with me if I wanted, but I turned them down because I had other priorities. I think it’s how I was raised to be more of a protector alpha which is also why I wanted to be careful when first approaching Mason. In terms of fags though in high school I never noticed it but looking back there was one guy on the basketball team who always lingered behind in the locker room whenever I was changing and I realize he was probably a silent fag. I noticed more fag attention in college when I would first get hit on by guys all the time at frat parties and bars, but it wasn’t until my first fag, John, showed me your page did I realize how many more guys wanted to serve me.

For my alpha hood now I think I’m still navigating how everything is and which fags I decide to just use or which to truly own. I don’t find myself concerned with the labeling of what alpha I am but what I see is I’m a protector alpha. I look out for people I care about and always have been the person everyone turns to in group settings whether I am officially deemed the “leader” or not I know people look up to me and in college I’ve been able to better appreciate and revel in my power. 

Can you hear the calm, level-headed nature of Master Jason’s answers? He’s a true Protector Alpha in the sense that he naturally leads and instinctively protects/uses/fulfills inferiors!

So I realized I was now in service to a truly all-natural Alpha Master who understands and really embraces the ownership of faggots as part of his purpose as a developing King. Even more urgently, I was simultaneously assisting Master Jason and Mason to finally break through the hierarchical dance they were doing by advising both separately.

Now that façade was done! I could finally help guide it in a meaningful, less blind way! However, Master Jason forbade me to inform Mason of the fact that we were talking, at least not until Master Jason could actually break Mason’s will himself!

And that finally happened a couple of days ago! And very dramatically:

But back to my update I finally broke Mason a bit this morning. We usually hit the gym in the morning but today I told him I was sore so I wanted to have a rest day. He asked if there was anything he could do for me and I told him my feet were sore and asked him to massage my soles. His eyes widened when I said that and I found it amusing but I could see the desire in his eyes. He started massaging my feet and I told him to take off my socks and he obeyed and began rubbing my bare feet while I took my shirt off because of the heat and talked about how sweaty and smelly my pits and feet are in this heat. At this time his eyes looked the same as fags I’ve had who begged to worship my feet and I knew he couldn’t control himself. So I asked him why are you so obedient to me? He stuttered before I cut him off and said no it’s because you’re a faggot who wants to be used right? He started blushing and didn’t look up so I had to force him to look up at me and told him to say yes sir I’m a faggot. He struggled with his words again but ended up saying yes sir I’m your slave. When I prodded him again to say faggot instead he couldn’t so I just told him good boy and to just smell my feet and pits instead. I could tell he was obsessed though he ended up sniffing my pits for 15 min before one of my frat bros knocked on my door and he jumped back. Before he left I told him he would address me as Sir from now on and he said yes sir before he left.

I don’t remember all the details but I the fact that this guy that everyone would think could pull bitches and was an alpha was nothing but just a fag under my feet made me feel so good. I will say I was disappointed he didn’t submit to me first nor did he admit he was a faggot. But I try not to judge because I don’t know what he’s going through. I do want to break him in further but it seems he’s still scared of admitting he isn’t an alpha so I don’t know if you have any advice to get him more comfortable. It feels different than other fags I’ve broken in since I know he wants to serve me but I can see there’s resistance.  I’ll keep you updated with anything that happens man and I appreciate your advice here. 

I was just as disappointed in Mason’s resistance as Master James was, but unlike Master Jason, I DO know what Mason’s going through. It’s hard to accept a truth when it so deeply contradicts what you’ve believed about yourself for so long. This is especially true when it means accepting an inferior position with other Men and in life.

However, notice Master Jason’s insightful stance: “But I try not to judge because I don’t know what he’s going through.” Spoken like a true Protector Alpha!

I think Master Jason is one of the finest examples of young straight Alphahood I’ve ever encountered. He’s totally in control at all times, and he sees everything. He’s blessed with that preternatural Alpha hunting instinct, and he has the dominant intelligence to manipulate the weak into fulfilling their purpose!

Mason doesn’t yet appreciate the astounding privilege he has standing over him right now! Mason has been chosen as the personal property of a very special straight Alpha! I hope Mason comes to accept his true purpose soon and submits to the will of Master Jason!

It’s a story too good to be true that is about to get even better!

Thank you, Master Jason, for your honesty, benevolence, and kindness!

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

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

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

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

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

Prepare yourself!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ethan had a few post-cunting questions for me:

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

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

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

Thank you, Sam!
-#5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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