Despite the exhaustive efforts of sites like this one, the mainstream remains oblivious (even resistant) to the truth of hierarchy.

When I look at the clip above, I don’t see danger or harm. I see a young, budding Alpha walking his pet faggot in public, a showy display of youthful power.

People in general are frightened of what they don’t understand, but they’re even more frightened of what threatens their “safe” man-made order.

Sights like this ping an ancient memory of a time when “the law of the jungle” reigned supreme, a time when the strong could take from the weak without consequence while Nature smiled approvingly.

This frightens the masses, hence the hyperventilating response above.

Well, they’re going to have to get used to it. More and more young Alphas are discovering hierarchical truth online and fearlessly embracing their natural dominance.

Hierarchy is the truth. It is the First Law of Mankind. No amount of politically-correct whining will ever stop it!

Master @TopMonsterCock demonstrates what it means to own a live-in faggot.

It’s always there, day and night, worshiping its Master in every way possible.

And there’s no more powerful feeling for a Man than slave worship 24/7!

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

It’s been quite a while since I last heard from my brother Ethan, current owned faggot of a black God Alpha named King Karter (last update November 3, 2025). To catch up, Ethan is now one of three owned, “in-house” faggots of King Karter (and renamed #5). King Karter has been training Ethan to handle not only his giant dick, but also the dicks of his Alpha pack.

Part of the reason why King Karter loves owning white faggots is because his Alpha pack and other black friends love breeding white boys best. It’s all part of the BNWO mentality (although I don’t think King Karter is officially a part of that movement), subjugating one white faggot at a time as black Alphas assert their supremacy.

King Karter made it clear that Ethan was being groomed to become one of the fags he would whore out (literally for payments) to his friends and associates. I haven’t officially covered many of these kinds of scenarios before (I’ve talked to some), so what Ethan has to say about it is important.

And so over the last few months since I last heard from Ethan, he’s been whored out four times. Here’s what he had to say about it:

Happy New Year, Sam! I was going to email last week after you sent me this, but I have been very busy!

I am really sorry I haven’t emailed you back in a while. I was going ot email you after my first “date,” but I forgot, and then I got very busy with my classes last semester, my bar job, service to King Karter, the gym, and now dates.  Since I last wrote to you, I have been on 4 dates. I will tell you a little bit about each of them.

On the first date, I was very nervous. King told me not to be nervous but to remember I represent him and his Kingdom. The first one was back in November. He gave me an address and told me to go there on Friday afternoon, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and most of Tuesday. I left on Saturday night and Monday evening for work. It was Veterans Day weekend, so I didn’t have classes. King Karter didn’t tell me who my first date was with, so I went in kind of blind. He told me he won’t tell me most of the time, so I’d better get used to not knowing. I went up to an apartment, and King R opened the door. If you remember, King R is like best friends with King Karter from when they were kids. I was very relieved to see him and King L, there since I knew them. I walked in, and as soon as King R closed the door, I got on my knees and kissed his feet, thanking him for letting me into his house and letting me serve him and King L. He had me strip and first clean his apartment, even though it was already very clean to begin with. I think they just liked watching me work naked, at first I was a bit self-conscious with them just watching me, but after a while, when I saw their big dicks getting bigger and harder as I worked, I liked working around the apartment naked. I would bend over and show my ass to them a bit, almost like teasing them ; ) . Finally, he took me into his bedroom with King L. They had me do some dances for them, and then they got me on my knees, and I sucked them both off, going back and forth. We spent all Friday evening and night, me sucking and getting fucked by them. I offered to make them dinner, but King R wanted to have Pizza delivered. When the Door Dash guy came, King R had me go and get the pizza naked with my cadge on. I was freaking out when he gave me that order, I was scared the guy would like call the cops or something. To subdue me down, King L loaded me up with a ton, a ton of wed and poppers, so I would be ok with doing it. I could barely stand and walk straight, but I did it. The man (whom I was so relieved was not a female) was staring at me wide-eyed and didn’t say anything at first. I took the Pizzas and told him thank you, sir. and quickly closed the door.  While King R and King L sat on the couch eating their pizza, I sat on the floor eating it out of a dog dish with my hands behind my back. After that, they had me suck them, and they fucked me both in the living room. and then back in the bedroom. I slept on the floor of their bedroom all of the nights. I woke up early Saturday and didn’t really sleep well that night. I was thinking they would need me for something at night, so I was awake for most of it. In the morning, I went to make some breakfast for them before they got up. They didn’t really say to, but I did it anyway. I made some eggs, some turkey bacon, bagels and some fruit which they had in the fridge. Both were very impressed. I made it all before they woke up. I was happy they were pleased since they never asked me to do it. I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing in just assuming to make it. So it was basically like that for most of the days, a combination of me doing some tasks like laundry, cooking, and cleaning, and sex for all 4 days. The only time I left was when I had to go to work at the bar. King told them the hours I would be gone. I had to drive straight there and straight back with no detours, because I was new to the job and could not get the days off since it was a holiday week. It was very busy in the bar. They did want to DP me and did 4 times. They said they were looking forward to it. I know King R wanted to do it from the first time he saw me. The first time, Friday night, I could take it with a lot of poppers and weed, a bit longer than I did at the party. And by the 4th time that weekend, they could stay in as long as they wanted. I was so open by then, my pussy was like taking two at the same time, like just one cock. They told King Karter before I got back to his place, and he said he was proud I kept at it, and kept taking it even though it didn’t feel great at first. I was relieved my first date was with those Kings. I know it helped a lot to ease my anxiety.

On the other dates, on the 2nd was I went to a house, which was for a black King. It was for that same black King who kept commenting on my PWA at the party, on how “King would make a lot of money on it.” This one was a bit harder because I didn’t really know him. He had me wear long white and black socks that went almost up to my knees, and my cadge and a backwards ball cap, on the socks, one said “White”, the other sock said “Bitch” up the legs, and the hat said “FAG” in big black letters. in the front and the back. and a cut off shirt, it was cut off just above my nipples, and on that it said “White Faggot” that was white with black letters. He sat naked, stroking his huge black dick, I mean it was probably about 8- 9 inchs and pretty thick, almost like a beer can thick. I was on my knees, had to huff poppers and kiss his balls, looking up to him under his balls and thick dick, and he had me repeat a few mantras. like “I am faggot”, “I need black cock to survive,” “I am an inferior to black Kings,” a few others, he had me worship and sniff his balls and crotch as I kept saying things like that. He spat in my face and slapped my face with his hand and with his cock. It was pretty thick and heavy. I kept thanking him for letting me serve him. It was an honour to be at his dick. He face fucked my mouth for a while, and then he had me lie on the floor while he walked all over me, and stood on my face with his huge feet. He had huge feet with long, thin toes. He liked to walk on me like a doormat, wiping his feet on my body and face. King Karter later told me he was really big into feet worship. He stood on my face and batted it around like a ball, while I lay flat on my back looking up at him. He made me suck his toes and fucked my mouth with his big toe mostly and with the rest of his foot for some time. I lay on the floor while he sat on his chair, my face under his feet. He had me give him a pedicure as I do with King Karter, but he wanted me to do more massaging with my hands and my tongue on the soles of his feet. He also loved it when he had me eat his toenails (that still really grosses me out). He fed them to me, and I had to thank him for every nail, thanking him for the great opportunity it was to eat them. Unlike King Karter, that watchs us just eat them on our own. I know I didn’t like the foot thing at first, and I still don’t think I love it like most Faggots, like you Sam, (I know you like you some good Feet) But I think I am liking them more, I do like the degrading part, the part that I am under them, and below them, like when he was walking on my body and face, and using me to whipe his feet off that part I’m liking more, then the actual part of the man’s body. (Still don’t like eating the toenails though) He was so hard, he then fucked my face hard, slapping it on my face, gagging me a lot, and slapping his hand on my face too. He shot a huge, thick load and painted my face and made me lick it up, scoping it all back in my mouth.  After that, he had me get between his thighs and had me tell him that I was so thirsty, I had to beg him to take a leak in my mouth, to be his urinal. So he took me to the bathroom. I sat in the tub, and he soaked me with his (Endless) stream of piss. I mean, he must have been saving it up all day. He was like the Niagara Falls, just kept coming and coming. I drank a lot of it, and he “washed me” in the rest.  After he was finally done, he slapped my face a bunch of times, telling me I’m a piece of shit, I made a mess, and now I had to clean it up. He had me take off the piss-wet shirt, hat, and socks and suck all the piss I could out of them, put the socks and hat back on, and took me to the bedroom to fuck me for hours. He came like 3 more times. one more in my mouth and face, and two in my fag pussy. I wore the piss-stained socks and hat the whole time I was there. He pissed on me two more times, but it was not as much as the first one. The next day, he had me wear all of it and the shirt back to King Karter’s house, and King Karter (after the debrief) had me wear the socks all day, even when I went to a class. I don’t think people noticed it smelled of piss, but I tried to avoid most people, like sitting in the back of the room. I am just glad he didn’t have me wear the hat and shirt, too. After each date, I go back to King Karter’s place and give him a debriefing on how it went, what I did to serve the Kings, and how I was feeling about it all. Most of the time, this turns him on, and he makes me suck him off, or he fucks me after or while I’m telling him.

Oh, I did forget to tell you I did move into the 1 bedroom Apartment with #3. My parents are “kind of” Ok with it. My mom kind of thinks #3, and I are like a “thing”, because I told her I was gay, and it was a 1-bedroom. My dad doesn’t really know it’s a one-bedroom. But he won’t come down and see it anyway, so it’s not a big deal. We trade off, I get the bedroom on Mon, Wed, Sat. He gets it Tues, Thurs, Sunday, and we switch up on Fridays. Unless we have dates, we will switch days.  Like I had a date two Sundays ago, and so I gave him my Saturday. It is working out pretty well; he is so used to sleeping on the floor or King Karters’ place, and on other dates, he is fine with the big, comfortable couch. I am still getting used to it.

The other 2 dates were in the apartment; those dates are pretty much just Suck and Fuck. Sometimes they will spend the night. #3 hadn’t had an apartment of his own without roommates before, so it was hard for them to come over; now they come over and stay the night a lot more often. He is getting a lot more dates than I am because my schedule is so wrecked right now.  The third date was just me in the bedroom with this king, and #3 serviced another King in the living room; they did not come together. The 4th was supposed to be just me at first, but at the last minute asked King Karter to have both me and 3 at the same time since we were in the same apartment, and he used us both.

I will try to give you some more updates more regularly. Sorry, I had planned on emailing you in December over the break, but I was busy with my family going back and forth from Texas to California, where my mom is, to Indiana, where my dad is, and then back here to Texas.

Also, I wanted to ask you some advice on serving Black Alphas. I know you have a lot of experience serving them. How are they different than white alphas, and some pioneers or Ideas on how I can make my dates better, like things I can say or do? Since I have not really serviced White men a lot, other than on Grinder, and that was not really service, like I have been doing, those were just more like BJs. I have noticed Black Alphas are much, much more verbal, and they like to degrade faggots a lot more. Is that true? Is there anything else you would advise? Thanks, Sam!

Happy New Year!

Love,

Ethan, #5

Wow, that’s a huge and thrilling update! Those experiences pack a lot of unusual faggot service into just a couple of months!

I wasn’t really surprised that King R and King L were the first to take Ethan for a spin. From the previous updates it was clear that King R in particular loved using Ethan (with King Karter’s supervision) and would be back for more. I was quite surprised that they got Ethan for an entire weekend, and at first my heart kinda dropped because I know well the intensity of serving black Alphas. It can be exhausting for ONE day, let alone three! And on top of that, there were TWO BLACK ALPHAS at the same time! I’m surprised Ethan was able to remain conscious!

Also, huge props to Ethan for getting up (despite no sleep on the floor) and making both Kings a hearty breakfast! It sounds like they were quite impressed by this (which reflects well on King Karter), and is a move often overlooked by faggots!

The second black Alpha was really intriguing to me. He went really far with faggot humiliation techniques (like the clothing, and the repeated demands for verbal admissions) as well as rigorous physical use. The piss play was especially intense (more so than what is typical), and the foot worship was also next-level. I’ve eaten toenails before (it’s not something I’ve talked about much here), so Ethan’s experience brought that back to my mind. From a faggot perspective, I think it’s pretty hot (I only did it with one of my Masters), but it’s not something high on my list of interests. I was glad Ethan was made to do it, though. Honestly, that’s the first time I’ve ever heard of a black Alpha enjoying that much foot service/worship. In my experience, black Alphas have a weird love/hate relationship with their feet. However, they all know what their feet do to faggots.

I’m glad Ethan has a place with King Karter’s faggot #3. It’s important when being used this roughly to have a faggot serving beside you that can help you cope! I just wish they would get a bit bigger place!

Ethan asked for my advice on black Alphas. Yes, brother, black Alphas are much more aggressive and dominant. They simply fear nothing and are almost entirely composed of animal instinct. You can always count on a black Alpha to rearrange you or force you into the position he wants without asking, and they will always push you beyond what you think can handle. This comes with the territory of having huge dicks, I suppose. I’ve never been OWNED by a black Alpha (black Alphas in my part of the world don’t seem interested in having that much responsibility, unfortunately), but in serving so many I’ve learned that they switch things up instinctively, so a faggot always needs to be ready to shift gears on the fly. Black Alphas love to see faggots choke and slobber on their cocks; the messier, the better. And black Alphas love nasty buttfucking. They love seeing faggots creaming on their dicks (which is actually a bacterial coating from inside the faggot generated from being fucked so deeply). I’ve always used less eye contact while serving black Alphas (unless they order me to look at them) because, like any great predatorial animal you might encounter, the less you look them in the eyes the less they will want to attack.

I’m so proud of my brother Ethan for submitting so deeply to the commands of his Master, King Karter! He’s doing any amazing job! Many faggots would’ve probably run from such an overwhelming challenge, but Ethan stepped up in an incredible way!

Thank you, Ethan!

Sam I’m a newer fag still but think it’s fag slave property and an object. Feel like it identifies with no rights no freedom no life not let outside of house property. I’m still struggling to want to accept this level of myself. I want no other life that to be a slave 24/7 completely surrendered no speech unless spoken tpe

any advice for it and why it strongly resonates with being an object ?

it wants all its existence controlled decides by its Master owner and to be enslaved once collared owned.

Feel like it’s not the typical slave mindset it has compared to others. Any advice ? Can you even speak about this type of slave. .   I don’t know how to navigate this level of intensity. I’m also thinking need to learn how to gage around the dynamics of even wanting to go this far. Not sure why have intense feeling to be drawn to this level

Thank you for the question!

Becoming a true object is something I don’t consider to be a realistic goal. There’s simply no way to be a table or a coat rack for the rest of your life, right?

So I think we should just focus on a more realistic goal, like becoming a slave for an Alpha. Over the years I’ve met a few fags that have been transformed into very real slaves. They seemed to all have the same stoic surrender in their personalities. One I covered extensively on the previous version of this site was a slave named Tim. He served a strict straight Master. He was always locked in chains and left alone naked with jugs of piss to drink. It seemed heartless to me, especially since Tim was a good faggot. But Tim always dismissed my concerns, and eventually stopped writing.

I currently feature the story of Master Declan and his faggot slave Zack. While Zack is loved more than most slaves, there is no doubt that Zack’s journey is that of a slave. You can read their story in the right sidebar.

I have only theories as to why some fags want to be devolved into slave objects. My prevailing theory involves the same mechanisms that attracts some sub males to the ABDL/infantilization fetish. The sub male in those cases want to be “protected” through complete helplessness and dependency.

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Hey Sam! Hope you’re doing well in these crazy times.
I’ve been following your page for a pretty long tome now, discovered it in my early teens while I was still trying to figure myself out. It’s been a weird journey of identity crises and questioning but I think I have come to a pretty nice conclusion, at least for now.
at 17 I met my boyfriend, we dated until I was 18 and I broke up with him. I was unsure of what I wanted and how I wanted to live my life and I didn’t want to lead him on only to break his heart down the line after years of relationship. Only a few months after the breakup we started seeing eachother as friends with benefits, as I still wanted to be of service to him, and one thing lead to another, we’re back together and honestly stronger than ever. In the time spent apart I had a little slutty moment but quickly learned that I did in fact want to be in a monogamous relationship with one man, and that turns out to be him. He is perfect, deeply caring and in love with me but also quite dominant with a sadistic streak. Slowly we’ve been working on power dynamic in which he is the leader. I have been locked for two months after which he has decided to make me cum, but I am back in my cage now. We have had some serious conversations about our relationship and the way we want to move forward. We want to work on me becoming his slave and him my master. I feel a deep need to give up all control to him and become his property.

Now, we know that doesn’t happen overnight and we want to take small but steady steps in the direction of total power exchange. My question would be how to do that. I would be really happy if you could give me some sources, books or just general advice.

I have read the posts here and I’ve found that most of them focus on something a bit different, but I am not sure where to look for something more specific to our situation. We are still boyfriends and in a very loving relationship, but we do not wish to be equals. I want him to be my absolute leader and he wants me to be completely obedient to him.
I honestly just need some serious advice, that goes beyond just sexy role playing and encompasses power exchange as a life style.

Thank you for the great work you’ve been doing helping boys and men like us find our true place in the male hierarchy. I’m really looking forward to your response!

Brother, thank you for writing!

Congratulations on finding a complementary Master who has compatible interests with you in the TPE (Total Power Exchange) subgenre! That’s often the hardest part!

While it’s true that this site doesn’t deal with extreme versions of TPE, there have certainly been examples featured here. Most notably, the column fag Zack writes about his enslavement to Master Declan (who definitely love each other). You can read that by following the link in the right sidebar. Occasionally I’ll come across an extreme case of deep slavery, like the faggot slave Tim from the days of FWA.

TPE is featured here on occasion. You just need to know where to look!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a long time since we’ve heard from Master Mike (last update in May 2025). When we last heard from him, Master Mike had rescued his first faggot, a former friend named Benji, from a bad situation and truly cemented his ownership of him.

Even from the beginning of my involvement with Master Mike’s story, I could sense truly limitless power in him. The real test going forward would be whether Master Mike would remain satisfied and complacent with Benji’s service, or if he would use this new power he unlocked to build a Kingdom worthy of a God Alpha.

Well I’m glad to tell you he chose the latter!

Right faggot,

Good to hear from you. I know I stopped sending too many updates but it has progressed well. Benji is now my full time housefag and pet. It moved in middle of last year and since then has gone from a room to a cupboard to selling most of its belongings and sleeping in a cage built into my bed. It asks permission to do anything from going to the toilet to worshipping my feet and everything in between. It takes care of all the chores and is fully trained in sexual service how I like it. It is still working and actually earned a promotion. Its wages go into a bank account I set up. I put 25% into an account for it which I don’t have access to in case our situation changes but it does have to ask permission to use the card for this account. The rest goes into my account and I can give it money to use for groceries etc. It is great having a fag do everything for me domestically and sexually and pay me £45k a year for the privilege. 

I have had some customisations done on my fag as is my right with my property. A couple of tattoos labelling it as a fag and my property are now shown on his ass and above his fagclit. Laser removal means no hair blow the neck will be found which makes its cage stand out and its cunt much smoother and enjoyable to fuck. I have also had its tongue and nipples pierced. I like the feeling of the tongue piercing when it is worshipping my godcock and the nipple piercings really amplify its already very sensitive fagtits which make the great for controlling your fags. Punishment and reward can both be linked to these although to its credit Benji gets more reward than actual punishment outside of the weekly maintenance disciplines and the occasional use for catharsis on my part.

It has been enrolled on an evening course alongside the other pack fags to learn proper sports massage techniques to better serve me and the other Alphas. We have 3 more fags now and 5 members of my team regularly make use of them. 3 of these guys (Callum, Ewan and Ian) are around my age of 30 and are all straight with girlfriends at home but love getting free unlimited access to blowjobs and anal as well as an outlet for some of their rough fantasies. Alan is 42 and recently divorced. He is bi and is a bit of a sadist but he keeps his hands off Benji so that is fine. Last up is Colin who is 50. He doesnt play with the team anymore but is still always around. He is straight and single. He is a gentler hand with the fags and is protective but still enjoys using them frequently.

Fag tommy is 18 and a full twink. I found it a week after its 18th birthday looking to try out dom/sub and invited it over. It left with a cage on its cock and has made good progress over the last 6 months. I cunted it myself and it is now a free use fag for the pack. We have decided to make it a gaped fag and are slowly increasing the size we stretch its hole to. It is getting used to being fisted at our whims and over Christmas I spent an evening and 2 bottles of lube getting my whole right foot in its cunt while it licked my other foot. About 2 months into its service tommy moved out from his parents and into Colins house as its mother didn’t approve and I gave it the choice of her or the pack.

Fag sean is 35 with a dadbod who we added to the stable about 4 months ago. It was in an unhappy relationship and when offered it jumped at the chance to leave its boyfriend serve an alpha pack. It primarily serves as our gym fag. It accompanies us to the gym and holds our bottles or loads weights or anything else we want. It tried to get out of sucking cock initially as it doesn’t enjoy the act but we corrected its behaviour quickly. We are also correcting a major physical defect with this fag where its fagclit was around 7 inches when excited. So far it is in a 2 inch cage and shrinkage is noticeable which is good. We enjoy making sure to check this regularly in the gym showers and saunas.

Last is footstool. It is unemployed so we moved it into fag sean’s flat where we have access to it at any time. Footstool is a disgusting little faggot. It is about 5 ft 2 when standing like a person and weighs somewhere around 250lbs with no muscle. Callum is the one who found it at the gym trying to get rid of the fat. He managed to convince footstool to give up as he would never have a body like Callums or mine. We now make sure to feed footstool up nicely and its fat is a very comfortable place to rest your feet while watching TV.

I make use of them all domestically and reward them with my feet occasionally. Other than the initial cunting of tommy I exclusively use Benji though, and Benji is only mine to use. The other Alphas are very respectful of this and Benji is very comfortable serving them in non-sexual ways however. The other Alphas do seem happy to share the other fags too without getting too territorial which surprised me. I would rip a man to shreds if he went after Benji. I suppose this is what separates an Alpha from a God Alpha?

Breathtaking, isn’t it???

The dramatic expansion of both his fag stable and his Alpha pack indicate something has changed deep within Master Mike. This is an unchecked, unchallenged flex of God Alpha power unlike anything I’ve witnessed since the legendary days of Master Jase.

The cage bed was (of course) particularly interesting to me, as well as the financial arrangement Master Mike has in place with Benji (puny cashmasters on X have no idea about power at this level).

Master Mike asked me about what makes a God Alpha. Well, the way his Alpha pack obeys his rules and respects his wishes is one sure sign of God Alpha power!

But after I asked a few follow-up questions, Master Mike generously provided more information.

The holiday we returned from today was a trip to the cabin we went to last year where benji confessed its feelings (with your help. A little way to celebrate the 1 year “fagaversary”.

It feels great to be the King. And the lads in the pack are all great Alphas in their own right. Fags and females are all helpless against us especially when we are all together.

Benji is perfect. It improves my life more than I can tell you. My kids love having benji around and there is definitely a connection I feel. Somewhere between pet and spouse honestly. I will care for and protect benji and he will serve and worship me.

I saw the beds online or rather benji showed me as a hint. For its birthday last year I paid for the laser hair removal, nipple piercings and I built a version of the bed myself. Custom beds are pretty expensive and I am very good with my hands although it isnt usually wood as I am an electrician. It has a 3 ft wide, 6 ft long and 2 ft tall cage built into the base which is about half the bed but runs up the center. The edges on either side are used for storage so are solid. Means it is plenty of space for benji but it feels very tightly enclosed in their. One gate at the foot of the bed which latches closed and can be locked but isnt currently as it is such a good faggot. I have permitted benji 2 pillows for good behaviour and it has used some of its money to buy a very nice blanket. I did benji a favour of using that blanket to wipe up all my sweat during gym sessions for 2 weeks before putting it in benjis cage. I wanted the cage to feel like a comforting fag nest.

I think a fully self aware faggot like you would enjoy the experience of being kept in one. Especially after a long day of serving a pack of horny power-hungry Alphas.

Benji does stay in the cage while women are over. It is under strict instructions to stay quiet while Master is playing. That said I suspect benji is playing with its pussy while I am fucking women although I have no proof. I have given it a few precautionary punishments for this but might have to keep it plugged when not in use.

You are right about the women coming and going. I managed to fuck 12 women in December and that is with trips to see family and a busy work load too. But benji gets the majority of my loads. For every one I pump into some bitch’s loose cunt I put at least 3 into either of benjis holes. Honestly it is less stressful not having to worry about pregnancies. 

This second update is really special because it highlights the true and loving bond that can develop between a straight Alpha and his loyal faggot. I love how Master Mike described his feelings for Benji as “somewhere between a pet and a spouse”! As former friends, they had a natural affection. But now that they’ve both embraced their true roles, their bond is deeper and more honest!

And what a special gift Master Mike gave Benji by soaking Benji’s blanket with two weeks of his sweat! No doubt Benji felt so safe while wrapped in his Master’s pheromones!

I figured Master Mike allowed Benji the privilege of being in the cage under the bed while he fucked females. From experience I can tell you that faggots experience a sense of awe and euphoria listening to (or watching) their Masters fuck women or faggots. Straight Alphas are so magnificent when they’re following their instinct to breed, something a faggot cannot ever do. Allowing Benji to experience that only reinforces their Hierarchical difference.

But still, Master Mike demonstrates his care for Benji by pumping more loads into him than these females. Master Mike knows faggots like Benji need the powerful Alpha cum sloshing around in his balls in order to maintain their perpetual subspace.

It’s shocking to me how much more powerful Master Mike has become since the last time we talked! It’s like someone unplugged the dam holding back the infinite hierarchical power within him, and now that dam has broken wide open!

I knew Master Mike was ascending, but now he has fully transformed into the God Alpha he was born to be!

Thank you, Master Mike!

I really don’t understand why there are Alphas out there who don’t own some form of faggot servant.

As Sir @KaneFoxxx illustrates, the life of a live-in faggot is busy and requires focus, but it can also be the most fulfilling life.

HierarchyIsTruth

Declan came home and saw my chores weren’t done.
That was all it took.

No yelling. No discussion. Just calm, firm control.
I was corrected, and when I came back in, he detained me.

Hooded. Shackled. Lifted and locked helpless inside the cage while he went about his night like nothing was wrong. Total power. Total calm. Total ownership.

What happened next and how the night ended shows the real total power exchange.

Our lives are often completely normal at times, just a real boyfriend relationship.
But that can change quickly, and I’m reminded exactly where I belong.

We film as much as we can, but this isn’t pretend or role-play.
This is real life for us.

What you’re seeing is genuinely how we live.

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Hi Sam

Faggot hopes you can help it with a bit of a problem but first of all it needs to give a bit of context.  Faggot is very lucky to have irregular but relatively frequent meetings with a Master who is significantly younger than it is.  Faggot feels very privileged to be able to serve and does so to the best of its ability.  Master likes to administer pain and to humiliate faggot (both in private and occasionally with other men present).  He also uses faggot for sexual relief.  Faggot craves the lash, thrills to the humiliation and longs for Master’s seed – a precious gift which He bestows when He sees fit.

The problem for faggot is that very occasionally Master likes to take a cock in His arse and He has instructed faggot to uses its dicklet to fuck Him.  It embarrasses faggot even to write these words, so unfitted does it feel  to perform this function.  Master generally refers to its penis as a dicklet or a clit and faggot has learned to consider it to be of no importance in any sexual encounter.   Over the years, however, faggot has developed its own mantra ‘Master, if it pleases You it must please me.’ This is a mantra it uses whenever Master instructs it to perform a new task and He has the grace to ask if faggot likes it.  On the two occasions it has been told to fuck Master (how shocking those words sound!) it has been unable to perform. Faggot has lost its hard-on and has feebly fumbled around trying to insert its inadequate and rapidly softening dicklet into His most private place.  Master has tried to convince faggot that this is not a situation of faggot ‘taking charge‘ because by fucking Him (again it pains faggot to write those words!) it is merely obeying an order, just like any other command.  Faggot hates to be disobedient (obedience is its favourite word in the whole English language) but it has come up against a block in its journey of submission and feels itself to have let Master down.  Master, in His wisdom and kindness, does not dwell on the point but it is clear that He is disappointed and for faggot this is almost too much to bear!

Faggot would love to hear your comments on this, please.

Fag charlie

My dear brother Charlie, thank you for the question!

Believe me, I absolutely feel your pain and frustration! I’ll admit this: every time you mentioned being forced to perform this with your Master, I literally flinched in horror. I felt like I was reading about gruesome torture.

Frankly, I do think this is a form of faggot abuse. Of course, since we are faggots we don’t have “rights” per se, but neither does a dog … but normal people don’t abuse dogs, do they? Why would a Master torment a faggot like this? I understand that some Masters like to play games with their faggots as an amusement, but this is clearly upsetting you. It would upset me, too.

Here’s the other thing I don’t understand: a Master who is occasionally demanding that his faggot fucks him is (in my opinion) degrading himself and surrendering some of his power and respectability. To effectively submit to a Master, a faggot needs to respect him. I don’t understand why any superior and dominant Man would degrade himself in this way. It would make me question whether or not he’s really the Man for me.

You seem like a much meeker sort of faggot than I am, Charlie. I don’t want to give you advice that isn’t going to help you. I’ll tell you what I would do: I would respectfully ask my Master to stop demanding this of me, mainly because it makes me lose respect for him. Couching it in those terms puts the onus on the Master’s reputation as a Man, rather than my personal preference.

But I will tell you that I am so very proud of you for your cultivation of a perfect faggot outlook and personality. You’re humble, service-oriented, and gentle. You’re the type of faggot any Alpha should be proud to own, and the type of faggot I’m proud to call my brother! I love you, Charlie! Thank you for writing!

The following post is part of a thread testifying to the life of complete service of a faggot named John who lived as the property of a gay Alpha named Master Norman. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I get a lot of questions about life as an owned faggot, life as a faggot object, and life as a faggot slave. Every so often I’ve been able to feature a really intense, all-encompassing view of the life of a faggot slave. For example, longtime readers will remember by old thread about Tim, a live-in faggot slave of an abusive straight Alpha. These more intense examples are hard to find, because most of these fag brothers are too immersed in their responsibilities to ever have the time to communicate with me.

I was recently contacted by a faggot named John who spent more than twenty years as the in-home faggot property and cash fag to a gay Alpha named Master Norman. I received John’s testimony in a few pieces, so I’m assembling them here as one full account. However, it paints a vivid picture of a life spent in completely immersive service to a very powerful Man!

At the age of 26, it became the property of Master Norman.  As Master explained years later, He took control of it because it impressed Him as a hard worker with plenty of income potential.

THE NEW ARRANGEMENT

It met Master Norman at a party.  He asked for its phone number and later arranged to meet it for coffee. After several such meetings and long discussions, He proposed the arrangement described in the account and accepted it for a trial period of three months. There was a contract specifying its duties in detail and giving Master Norman the option of extending the contract for as long as He wished. it did not have the right to an opinion. At the end of that trial period, He claimed ownership.

Master took charge of its finances. He confiscated its credit and debit cards and its checkbook and let it use them only with permission and only for a single purchase or use at a time. It was required to explain why it needed to spend the money and beg Master to be allowed to do so.  Master allowed it a weekly allowance that it was permitted to use only to buy small things such as coffee or snacks at work necessary to maintain the minimal interactions with coworkers. It had to keep a record of all such expenditures and present it to Master on Sunday for review. Any unused money had to be returned to Master.

Master required it to live as frugally as possible and reduce personal expenses to a minimum. It ate cheap food so that Master could have better food. It wore cheaper clothes so that Master could wear higher quality clothes. It took public transportation so that Master could afford a car worthy of His status. It socialized with others only at work

In addition, it paid Master a monthly rent.  Master once explained to a friend of His that the rent covered His mortgage payments and utility bills. Master had an old house that had a small maid’s apartment off the kitchen.  This provided a fiction for tax purposes that it was just a renter.

It also paid for all groceries and minor household items like cleaning products and gardening supplies (at the major weekly grocery shopping, it asked for  cash back—this was how it got the weekly  allowance mentioned above, paid for out of the money in “its” bank account)  Master paid for all major items such as furniture and appliances but then assessed it an additional “gift” each month to help pay for them. On the rare occasions when Master took it along with Him when he went to a restaurant, Master allowed it to pay for the meal.

In return for Master’s acceptance of it into His household, it did all household chores (cooking, cleaning, minor repairs and general upkeep) and yardwork, thus saving Master the need to pay others to do these chores. If the repairs or yardwork were beyond its abilities, it paid for the workmen hired to do them.  For major repairs such as reroofing the house or painting the outside of the house, it gave Master a series of monthly “gifts” until the cost was paid off.

(For anyone contemplating such an arrangement, note that rent counts as income and is hence taxable. “Gifts” and purchases such as groceries do not, Since Master was renting part of His home, it could deduct all or part of the major expenses that He paid directly as expenses on the rental property.)

Master also managed the investment of its income and controlled the amounts deducted from its salary for pensions and insurance.  His control of its finances extended into all areas. 

THE SEXUAL SIDE OF BEING OWNED

Master Norman was a gay Alpha, although He did not use that term. He acknowledged that He was a Master, but He didn’t like to be called that, preferring “Sir” or “Esquire.”   He was a lawyer and wore suits and ties for work and dressed in rather upscale casual wear otherwise. He eschewed leather, saying that “wearing the hide of a dead cow was a form of drag” and that “it was an attempt on the part of the insecure to borrow the supposed masculinity of a bull.”

Master did not use it for sexual purposes, explaining that His interest in it was purely financial. He did not find it to His taste. He used others for His sexual needs. Occasionally if He had a partner who needed sexual relief, He might require iI to suck the man off. If Master had had a stressful day, He might use it as a whipping boy if no one else was available. Master did not permit it to engage in sex.  On the first day of each month, when it presented the rent check to Master, Master sometimes permitted it to kneel and masturbate before Him. If it didn’t ejaculate within a minute or so, Master would withdraw the permission.

He did use others for sexual purposes. On your hierarchy, they would probably be classed as betas or subs.  Some of them were long-term. 

Almost every Wednesday a man it dubbed “the professor” because of the way he dressed and behaved would visit the house.  As part of its duties, it would escort him to the playroom in the basement, ask if he wanted anything (the answer was always “no, thank you”), and then leave him. Master would join him later.  Their sessions always began with Master spanking him. What else went on between them, it does not know. It could hear the spanking but then there would be no noise audible upstairs for a half-hour or so after the spanking stopped. It had to clean up the playroom afterwards and put away the paddles and belts and floggers, etc., Master had used.  Very occasionally, Master would call it to the basement and have it suck the professor’s dick for a while.  On those occasions, the professor still wore his suitcoat, white shirt, and tie, but his trousers and underpants were pushed down around his ankles. The Master did not make it suck the professor until he came. After a few minutes, the Master would order it to leave. After it closed the door to the basement stairs, the spanking would resume.

Master also had men He fucked.  They followed a pattern—all in their early to mid-twenties, all well-built and good-looking, and all well-dressed. Those who came to the house were always dressed in high-end casual—trousers rather than jeans, well-polished shoes rather than sneakers, long-sleeve shirts rather than tees. Master would see an individual once or twice a week for half a year or so and then move on to a new person. He seemed to like them to be very verbal. Even upstairs it could hear them begging Him to fuck them and then telling Him what a great fuck He was.  Again, when they arrived, it would show them to the basement playroom, ask them if they needed anything (on the first few visits they often asked for something to drink, but they soon stopped doing that), and then leave them to wait by themselves.  To judge from the noises coming from the basement and the toys it had to clean and put away afterwards, Master abused some of them sadistically. But for the most part, He appeared only to fuck them.  They always left looking very disheveled and dizzy.

Master also saw other men outside the house, but it doesn’t know what He did with them.  As far as it knows, it was Master’s only cashfag, but there could have been others.  It was His only domestic servant.

It was never kept locked in chastity. As explained before, it was allowed only one ejaculation a month, when it presented the rent check to Master.  Incidentally Master made it wear a condom when it knelt before HIm and jerked off. None of its cum was to sully the floor of Master’s office.  It was difficult at first not to cum spontaneously at other times, especially when Master was disciplining it for its failures to observe the rules or keep His house and property as He wished.  But it eventually learned that fags experience sexual pleasure only with their Master’s permission.

THE END EVENTUALLY COMES

Master was 43 at the time He took charge of it.  He retired 22 years later and moved away, dismissing it from His service. Thanks to Master’s control, its finances were is excellent shape.

Master gave it two month’s warning of His intention to move to Hawaii after He retired.  He explained that it no longer interested Him and that He had made other arrangements. He helped it find a condo to buy (with its own money) and let it keep the bed and other furniture in its quarters as well as much of the kitchen equipment. It continued to work for Master until the last day, oversaw the movers, and prepped the house for sale.  After Master left, it never heard from Him again. It had no way of contacting Him

Of course, when Master left, it was bereft. Master had provided structure and order and purpose in its life, and those security  blankets were suddenly gone.  It took some time for it to learn to function on its own.  It still doesn’t feel right for it to be unowned.

I thank John for his honesty!

My heart does break for John because he clearly adored Master Norman, and now Master Norman is gone for good and John is all alone after a couple of decades of faithful service. I’d be curious to hear from faggots who claim to be ready for such a life – what do you think after hearing about John’s life of service? Is it for you?

I really admire the lengths John went in order to fulfill his purpose! I love how, even through his heartbreak from losing his Master, he still yearns to return to that life! That’s because serving superior Men is its own form of deep satisfaction!

Thank you, my dear brother! Your example of faithfulness will stay here and cherished for a lifetime!

This is a pretty beautiful video of @pup_mut being worshiped by his faggot out in public.

People don’t care because ultimately they all understand. Hierarchy is natural.

Some males are born to be worshiped,
Other males are born to submit.

Hi Sam,

I had a confusion regarding the terms slave and fag and other related things,

like what is the difference between a fag and a slave

how is a master different from an alpha

and what is difference between alpha-fag and master-slave relationship?

Thank you for the question!

The terms “faggot” and “slave” are nearly interchangeable. A slave might be even a bit more restricted than a faggot (possibly tortured/abused or turned into an object), but generally speaking both faggots and slaves are simply property owned by Men and serve them.

The difference between an Alpha and a Master is more apparent. An Alpha is a superior Man, a Man with great charisma and leadership and power. A Master is an Alpha who actually owns inferiors (faggots, slaves, females) to serve him.

There’s generally little difference between those relationships.

Hopefully that helps!

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I get a little dismayed when I look at findom. Faggots throw tens of thousands of dollars a month at each of these young straight Alphas in the desperate hope of feeling owned by them. Unfortunately, these Alphas have no interest in owning faggots, and worse, wouldn’t have the first clue on how to do that.

These findom Alphas are almost entirely hot social media Alphas, the kind you see flexing for the cameras at your local Planet Fitness gym. They’re opportunists, sliding into the DMs of faggots like storm-chasing roofers looking for a quick payday.

I find it sad that, for most of these cash faggots, they’ll never know the peace and sense of purpose that comes from being owned by true Alpha Masters. Oh, the things they could learn if they were!

For instance, there’s Master @theOMGboss. I’ve known him for a long time (ever since my earliest days on Tumblr), and he owns personal, in-home fags as well as a huge stable of cash fags.

But he’s different than the rest:

This is the attitude of a true Alpha Master who understands how to cultivate submissive faggots and turn them into valuable possessions that he knows completely.

Another great example of a true Alpha Master and Owner of faggots is @the247Master. He actually owns and develops what are essentially faggot beasts of burden.

This Masters perspective is clear:

These are incredible Alphas who have accepted hierarchy completely and have bravely forged lives so they can experience everything that is possible.

And by embracing their natural role as Master, they have also taken the responsibility of caring for and training their faggots. They give their faggots the chance they’d otherwise never have, to fully experience what being a faggot means.

There’s no way a faggot can receive that kind of true fulfillment from some arrogant 20-year-old InstaDom/ cashmaster.

To the Alphas reading this: take seriously the commission nature gave you. You were meant to lead, teach, train, and discipline. You were born to OWN inferiors and shape them into useful possessions. Take that seriously.

To the faggots reading this: your commission as a faggot is deeper and more important than sending a couple of $20 bills to a kid on Twitter with nice feet. It means something to be truly owned and trained by an Alpha Master. Don’t give away something as precious as your loyal submission to Men who have no clue or desire to own and train you!

Hierarchy is important to me. It’s important to society. We have roles we’ve been given in that greater scheme, but far too often those gifts are wasted.

And when those gifts are wasted, human potential is wasted.

So embrace your purpose, embrace the truth, and set your mind on greater possibilities!

Being collared would terrify and embarrass many people. To most, it’s just a piece of metal around your neck. But for me, when Declan locks that collar on, it’s everything. It’s proof that I’m owned, that I belong to him completely, and that my only purpose is to worship him like the god he is.

And it doesn’t stop at the collar. He locks my cock too. I can’t touch myself, I can’t cum when I want, because my body doesn’t belong to me, it belongs to him. He decides when I get release, if I ever get it at all. Most of the time he just laughs and reminds me:

“Loads go in you, not out of you. You’re my personal cum dump, and you should be grateful for that.”

That’s my reality. While other boyfriends might give kisses and cuddles, mine makes me swallow his cum, takes me raw and dumps loads deep in my ass, and uses my body as his urinal when he wants. Humiliating? Absolutely. Degrading? Of course. But it’s also the deepest act of care and control, because every time he does it, I’m reminded that I’m his, fully and permanently.

Being owned by Declan means I don’t just serve him, I live for him. I exist to make him happy, to take whatever he wants to give me, whether it’s affection or punishment, spit or piss, cock or hand across my ass. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.

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One of the better porn Alphas on X is a God Alpha named @TheRealKingCock. He likes to write in some courtly (i.e. stilted) Middle English manner that is quite pretentious, but whatever.

He posted this proclamation on his account in support of bottoms/faggots and calling on an end of shaming faggots.

Here’s what he wrote:

A matter most grave hath long plagued our fellowship, and the hour hath come to speak plainly. Too oft hath the realm treated the noble steeds, the bottoms, as lesser creatures, as though yielding were weakness and pleasure were a sin. This folly springeth from the same poisoned well as the old scorn for women, a curse of ages past where softness was mistaken for frailty, and dominance for worth.

But mark this decree: there is no shame in, nor honor in coldness. To ride or to be ridden, both are acts of trust, of fire, of glorious abandon. Yet the whispers of our realm speak with cruelty, mocking those who offer the throne as though they be unworthy. ‘Tis ignorance, and worse, ‘tis theft, for what soul among us hath not dreamt of such bliss? What knight hath not wondered how it must feel to yield with grace, to be cherished, not conquered?

We dwell now in a golden age undreamt of by those before us. The plagues that haunted our forebears have been driven back by science and courage; laws have risen to shield our lives and loves; the banners of our people fly upon screens and stages across the realm. Where once there was only fear, now standeth freedom. Where once we hid in shadows, now we build temples of joy, of dance, of flesh, of laughter.

So why cling to this poison, this shaming of the steed? Let us instead craft a kingdom where all may ride, may be ridden, may polish and be polished without scorn nor whisper. Let our pleasures be free of cruelty, our beds free of judgment. For in such a court, methinks, lies the truest debauchery, the kind where hearts are unguarded, bodies unashamed, and all may feast without fear.

The King hath spoken. Will thou heed these words, or shall the old cruelties chain us yet?

Way too many “haths” in that drivel!

Here’s my take: I do disagree to some extent. Hierarchy is immutable truth, and it governs our lives. In that framework, there are those naturally superior. There’s no shame in it.

Let’s face it: some are born winners, and some are born losers. Some are born Kings and some are born slaves. In his awkward vernacular, some are HATHS and others are HATH NOTS.

There’s no shame in being born a faggot if you understand that is your purpose. I have found great peace through submitting to and serving Men.

What this Master seems to be trying to do is elevate faggots to the level of “Princess” or some other precious companion. Certainly faggots can be made into that, but generally that is not our natural function.

This Master can get romantic with his faggots, but by taking this stance in general robs faggots of the kind of conditioning they need to feel fulfilled.

I’d love to get some opinions on this subtle-but-significant difference.

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a faggot named Liam to a younger black co-worker named Master Thabo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The live-in relationships between a Master and his faggot can vary wildly from Master to Master, or even between multiple faggots of the same Master. Every situation is different, as are the preferred approaches of each Master.

In the times when I’ve been owned long-term, each Master emphasized different expectations. As the house faggot, it was my job to simply forget about any previous programming I’d received and fulfill my current Master’s preferences. Given how mouthy and opinionated I was in my early life, you can imagine the difficulties I had!

I wonder how I would’ve reacted if any of my Masters had done what Master Thabo has done with his live-in faggot Liam.

You see, Master Thabo has created a printed list of house rules for Liam to follow and obey. This list is posted in the main hallway upon entering their home, and is plainly visible to all visitors.

Visitors like Liam’s family, who live not far from them and visit regularly.

Liam shared the list with me:

Rules Of the house.

Liam is a faggot for the use of any black men

Liam will always be naked at home unless given permission otherwise by Thabo or another black man.

Liam will give up his ass and his mouth to any black man on demand.

Liam will never attempt to conceal any part of his body.

Liam will allow his body to be inspected whenever demanded.

Liam will not close any doors.

Liam’s willy will always remain locked in a cage unless otherwise directed by Thabo

I think it’s interesting that the list focuses almost exclusively on sexual service and bodily preparedness. There’s no mention of domestic duties or expectations of such.

I can only imagine what goes through the minds of Liam’s parents when they see that list mounted proudly in the home of their faggot son!

Sam,

Where can I find some good TPE or master slave content on twitter or just for fans? I feel like a lot of people out there just talk to the camera or aren’t really that rough and degrading and it’s hard to search on the sites. Any recommendation of a master or fag I should follow?

Thanks for the question!

TPE stands for “total power exchange”, and typically refers to true Master/slave relationships. On FWA, I featured a real-life slave named Tim who served a straight Master, but I lost touch with him. Personally, my favorite relationship of this type is Master Declan and his faggot Zack, which has been featured here and is updated regularly on X at @jktorono11. 

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Alphahood is a divine gift. Yes, some of it arises from the haphazard and random assemblage of chromosomes at conception, but there is another, more spiritual element to the truest Alphas that’s much harder to define.

We might refer to this mystical element as a “calling”.

Why certain Men are called to fulfill a birthright as an Alpha remains a mystery, but there is no doubt these Alphas feel the weight and responsibility as superior Men. They recognize the legacy they’ve inherited as part of an unbroken fraternal line of Alpha rulers throughout history.

These Alphas distinguish themselves in youth, and really begin to experience their power in their teens and early twenties. During this time, Alpha hierarchy is established, with the most gifted and powerful Alphas ascending to the highest-heights known to Man: The God Alpha.

Why they are chosen, we don’t know. But when a called Alpha embraces that calling, he fully becomes that God Alpha nature intended.

And then magic is possible.

Master Ben’s story (which started on FWA and continues here) is one that stuck with so many readers because they recognized what I also saw: Master Ben is a natural-born Alpha called to God Alphahood.

Master Ben’s first update in three years confirms the realization of that calling. He has ascended to God Alphahood!

Read:

Hello Faggot,

Thought I’d bless you with an update, it’s been a while.

My life has never been better, as the years have gone by my power has only increased and I’m more comfortable with it than ever. Every aspect of my life, and those of my fags, is under my full control – no matter where I go, be it home, work or in public, my every word becomes law. I’ve come to realise with even more certainty than I had the last time we spoke just how powerful Alphas like me are. That fire and undeniable need I spoke of back when I was discovering my true alpha status is still there and just as strong as ever, I feel it burning inside me always. It is clear to me now there are no limits to what I can achieve, it’s not just faggots or beta males – everyone is inferior to me. The people I work with, those I pass on the street or the people at the bar, even my inner circle. Sure – they aren’t all fags, but they sure as hell aren’t my equals. Life becomes so much easier and more pleasurable when you realise you really are the King. Some fall in line right away, some resist and push back or become indignant but they all break eventually. 

At home things have only improved since we last spoke – as I’d mentioned to you back then, I was beginning to realise not all faggots are equal and I decided there’s no point wasting something as precious as my time and attention on those who are simply not worthy and so I’ve introduced a strict faggot hierarchy amongst those who serve me. More details later. 

At work, I’ve been promoted – I’m quite literally the Boss. I have 3 departments that report to me, all the staff that work under me love and fear me in equal measure and the teams I manage have never been so efficient and successful. You might remember Joe – my cock-sucking former ‘boss’ – well, he no longer works with me. On my instruction he took early retirement, along with a fat payout, and has devoted his life and savings to me and I’ve found a much younger and sexier fag intern at work to take over his cock-sucking duties. 

I now have a total of six live-in fags and countless others who serve me on an ongoing, if irregular, basis. I’m in full control of all the live-in fags’ finances – they keep the house immaculate, do all the menial shit that I’m too good for and take care of my every need and want. There’s not a moment that goes by where I don’t have multiple faggots doing something in service of me – whether they’re in my presence or not. I have to travel around the country quite a lot in my new role, ideally with my faggot intern. When I’m travelling I either take over a local fag’s house or apartment, assuming it’s up to my standards, or get put up in a hotel on company funds with fag cash to top myself up if I hit my company spending limit. Either way there’s never any shortage of fags nearby who are only too happy to get a taste of me.

I’ve become who I was always meant to be – I won’t be labelled as a ‘destroyer’ or ‘protector’ alpha or anything else. I do what I want, when I want with whichever fag, beta or slave I choose. I don’t limit myself any longer – I can be the gentlest, most caring Alpha you’ve ever had or I can let that primal rage take over and become a beast. I love to see fags trembling in fear and awe of me just as much as I love seeing faggots’ adoring faces staring up at me feeling safe, protected and cared for. Depends on the faggot, depends on my mood. Why box myself into a label or ‘role’ when I can have it all? The Power is intoxicating.

As I mentioned before – given how successful I’ve been both as an Alpha and in my career, my time and attention has become increasingly valuable. As such not all faggots deserve an equal share of me and I’ve put them into a sort of faggot hierarchy of my own which not only dictates how much, and what kind of, attention they get from me but also what duties and tasks they’re responsible for that make my life easier and better. At the bottom of the pile we have fag Dean and a new faggot, Sammy. Then we have Calum, Connor and Joe who are all live in fags (plus Matt and Lew – the fags that were involved in the cuckolding). Finally, and most importantly, we have my beautiful and most loyal boy Jack who sits at the top of the hierarchy of my faggots. The various fags who live around the country that I use on/off when travelling aren’t really worth mentioning in detail for the most part – though naturally, any outstanding acts of service may be highlighted if and when they occur. 

Dean and Sammy are both the kinds of fag that are naturally limited. No matter how much effort, training or guidance they receive from me they are fundamentally broken people. They see themselves as worthless and thrive on humiliation and degradation – I’m don’t see why I should continue to waste my time trying to improve and better faggots that fundamentally have nothing more to offer than completion of the most basic of tasks. You might remember I was considering refurbishing the basement level of my house and creating rooms to house some of my faggots. Both Dean and Sammy live down there – they have a small living area and two small single bedrooms, they get fed and watered at meal times when one of my other fags takes their meals down to them after we’ve finished eating. Their responsibilities are largely limited to cleaning, laundry and taking out the bins etc… They get the occasional face fuck from me and are sometimes treated by being allowed to serve as my human urinal or footstool. They have no extra privileges as my other faggots do, their nubs are permanently locked, they have no control over their money, they get no allowance other than basic money to travel to and from work and they are not permitted to move freely around the house unless they’re carrying out their daily duties or have specifically been ordered to do something by me. It might sound like harsh treatment but continuing to try and raise them up was a waste of my time – fundamentally, they have found where they belong. I do still ensure they’re cared for and check in with them regularly to ensure that they are not struggling and to re-assess how they’re getting on but honestly, they seem happier than ever. It’s like I’ve taken away their need to think about how they serve me and dumbed it down to the simplest tasks which, ironically, seems to have given them a level of freedom and satisfaction they’d never fully experienced before. 

Calum, Connor and Joe are all what I’d describe as your average fag. They’re good, loyal and obedient – they take instruction and guidance well and always want to prove themselves. They live on the second floor, Calum and Connor share a nice double room and Joe has a smaller single to himself. Joe is quite a bit older than the other two and to be honest I think they’re best off sleeping in separate rooms. It would be a bit cramped to have all three in one room, especially with Connor’s size, and more generally I don’t think Joe could keep up with the two younger guys.  They are generally responsible for running errands such as grocery shopping, collecting/dropping off parcels, preparing our food and just general service around the house (fetching me drinks and snacks, answering the doors etc…). They eat at the same time as I do but they eat together in the kitchen, separate from myself and Jack. I use all three regularly, mostly to worship my feet, pits and ass or give me massages.They usually get to share a taste of my load at least once a day either direct from the source or I let them lick the cum off each others bodies or holes after I’ve finished breeding one of them. They get a few privileges – they can for the most part move around the house freely, except for my private office and the top floor master suite which are both off limits, they all have surrendered control of their finances to me but I give them a modest allowance back for them to spend as they wish. I keep them locked most of the time but do occasionally allow them to be uncaged and play with their man clits. 

Finally my most prized faggot – Jack. There are no words to adequately describe how valuable Jack is to me – a more perfect fag never existed. It’s like he was born into this world custom made to be owned and used by me – he knows me so well I barely ever need to prompt or train him. I’ve never needed to correct him or discipline him and he trusts me with his life. There is nobody more committed or loyal to me in this world than Jack and I make sure he is rewarded well for his service. Jack sleeps with me each night on the top floor in my master suite, we eat together and relax together – he is always by my side, ready and waiting for his next chance to serve. He’s far too good to be wasted cooking, cleaning the whole house and running errands and doesn’t have set day-to-day duties like the others. Mainly I ask him to do things that require higher levels of trust – he does all the admin around the household bills once I’ve decided how money should be allocated and spent for example, places online orders on my accounts, helps keep my office and our top floor orderly. Mainly though his time is taken up by being with me – he treats me like the King I am and I make sure he’s treated like my Queen. He has free reign in the house, can choose when if/when he’s caged, gets a generous allowance to spend how he wants and also gets funds on top to buy things to keep the house looking nice etc… and has a limited amount of control over the other fags, they know how important he is to me so by keeping him happy they keep me happy. There are no limits to how I use Jack – one day we can have the gentlest, most loving sex imaginable and the next I can be brutal and unforgiving but Jack never wavers, he trusts me completely and afterwards I make sure he’s well looked after.

I think I may have discussed previously that the lines are blurred for me when it comes to Jack – I see him as more than just my faggot and intend to marry him at some point. Despite the fact I feel this way about him and the fact he has considerable privileges compared with the other fags the one thing that proves to me above all else that he is the perfect faggot for me is that I could wake up tomorrow and tell him all his privileges have been revoked and that he’ll spend the rest of his life scrubbing floors and cleaning toilets and it wouldn’t make the slightest difference. He’d still be just as devoted and loving, thank me for the honour and get straight to work. No matter how well I treat him or how much I raise him up, he never forgets his place and never imagines us as equals – he knows his place in this life is by my side and at my service and that is all he needs. 

Much more to share but you and your faggot readers will have to wait – can’t spoil you all too much.

Your Alpha,

Master Ben

I’m not sure if God Alphahood has ever been so skillfully articulated before! It’s breathtaking to hear Master Ben describe the astounding breadth and power of his Kingdom so nonchalantly, as if he was describing the weather.

But that’s precisely the point: it IS nonchalant for him, because he’s simply becoming what he was called to fulfill.

I love the line “the power is intoxicating” to describe what he’s going through. It’s as if Master Ben plugged into a universal power source and all of the power of our natural world is now coursing through him!

And you can tell how comfortable Master Ben is with such awesome power. Everything is effortless for God Alphas like him. His power attracts money, position, pussy, worship, and obedience. The entire world bends to his will now that he’s embraced the truth of his calling.

I’ve often advocated for Alphas to own multiple in-house faggots/females to constantly worship and serve them. I just think that certain Alphas (particularly God Alphas) need the abundance of worship and the simulation of Kingship to grow their power more deeply.

That’s why I was thrilled to hear that Master Ben owns SIX live-in faggots! It sounds like Master Ben owns a mansion-sized house, so it can use six fags to tend to it, but it’s more than that. Master Ben is powerful enough to effortlessly own and direct six in-house faggots and receive nothing but absolute worship and service. That’s how he shows himself respect!

I love that Master Ben respects hierarchy enough to utilize hierarchical positions with his fags. The truth of hierarchy is so deep and ingrained that it can be used subconsciously to control others. That’s exactly what Master Ben is doing with his faggots, and I suspect he does the same at work.

But most of all, Master Ben has ascended so high that he’s beyond labels, beyond judgment, and beyond the comprehension of inferiors. He’s truly free, unencumbered by the concerns burdening lesser males.

Master Ben was called to God Alphahood, and he resoundingly answered! My little faggot heart rejoices for him and everyone blessed to serve him!

Thank you Master Ben!

Yours,

sam the faggot

You wanted an Alpha to mount you, but just as he starts rutting you, you want to stop?

Nah.

If there was ever anything born to be raped, it’s a faggot.

Because Alphas won’t accept “no” from something born to be used.

HierarchyIsLaw #HierarchyIsTruth

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!