The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a young Mexican Alpha named Master Jose. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Alphas always have a battle within themselves regarding the overwhelming power they possess. That power entices them, sometimes overwhelms them, and often leads to terrible choices (which is why we often see many Alphas in trouble with the law). Now imagine the issues GOD Alphas have with their even more potent levels of power! It’s a heavy burden to manage!
It’s so important that Alphas learn to focus and channel their power with purpose and intention so they avoid hurting others or damaging key relationships.
Now, I’ve never made a secret of my love and admiration for my wonderful Master Lorenzo. He’s truly an extremely powerful God Alpha who is capable of awe-inspiring action that almost resembles supernatural miracles than the acts of a Man. He’s stunned me more than once over the blessed four or five years I’ve known him.
But unlike God Himself, God Alphas are still human and still fall victim to the trappings of power their station in life offers them.
Please read this letter from Master Jose with that in mind:
Hola Sam, this is Master Jose from Mexico, how have you been?
My brother Lorenzo and I had a long conversation this morning and I want to share it with you and your community.
I am an Alpha, I have no doubt I am an Alpha, and I have been fucking dozens of sweet fags. Life is great. But as you know, I don’t think twice before submitting to Lorenzo as we all understand that we are both Alphas but he is a greater Alpha. Mario also accepted to take Lorenzo’s cock both in his pussy and ass, so we are all in peace and respecting our roles.
Here comes the issue we discussed: Lorenzo has fucked me several times and he always cums inside of me. We have agreed that his seed inside of me makes me feel good and even more powerful, and I have no shame to admit that the warm feeling of his cum inside of me makes me really horny and wanting to fuck all the world’s faggots. Today, however, we were planning my next trip to his house and he said that he wants to cum on my face and see me sleeping the whole night with his dry cum on my face and neck, only washing when I wake up.
Why is it such an issue to take him cum on my face if I’ve taken it inside of my ass many times? And I don’t know, but I am reluctant. My brother is an amazing Man and God Alpha and of course he’ll be okay if I don’t wanna do it. However, he has been an amazing Mentor for me and he deserves everything he needs and wants. We had a long conversation trying to understand why he wants that so bad and why I don’t feel fully comfortable about it yet.
What are your thoughts on this, fag Sam? Of course it has to with his desire to fuck, breed, and conquer everything. But your experience with hierarchy would be really helpful for me. I don’t want Gio and Rafa to lose some of the respect they have for me as an Alpha. I know you are a fag and I am sure you would love to take Lorenzo’s facial. But if you were an Alpha in my condition, what would you do?
I will admit that I was mortified and even a little angry when I read this from Master Jose. There is no way to spin this suggestion by Master Lorenzo as just some fun experiment. Let’s call it accurately: Master Lorenzo wants to humiliate Master Jose.
When an Alpha cums on someone’s face, it’s a humiliating statement of OWNERSHIP. For faggots, it’s a fulfilling baptism, a marking as an Alpha’s possession. We love it. It’s fulfilling for us. In the larger scheme of things, I think almost everybody views a Man cumming on someone’s face as a humiliation for the person receiving the load.
Now Master Lorenzo wants to cum on Master Jose’s face. He wants to humiliate Master Jose – his Alpha brother – the way he humiliates his faggots.
That’s unacceptable.
I’m profoundly disappointed in this irresponsible use of his authority as a God Alpha and teacher of Master Jose. It threatens to destroy the brotherly affection and the deep respect Master Jose has for Master Lorenzo. It’s so thoughtless and careless that I barely recognize it as something my wise Master would ever consider.
Master Jose has come a long way to embrace his Alphahood and his proper place in hierarchy, and this ignorant power grab would only destroy that important personal work. Master Jose is absolutely right to be offended and aghast at even the suggestion of something like that happening to him. In fact, Master Jose’s repulsed reaction to it shows that he’s in touch with his Alphahood.
Master Lorenzo owes Master Jose an apology immediately for offending him with this disgusting suggestion. I can’t believe I even have to say that to my superiors, especially someone I’ve held in the highest regard. It actually upsets me to the point of nausea.
https://cockbunny.bdsmlr.com/post/860091866 This is a link to my bdsmlr blogpost but i will copy my experience here. I dont wanna take your time dear Sam but I always think of you in these moments because you helped me a lot with understanding how I am. This is nothing new for you but it still fascinates me how nature works and what we know now about it.
So i met this alpha guy on Romeo. He doesnt live in my town but 2.5h drive. He was sexy muscular blonde bully type with a thick cock. And i dont have sex often ,I pick my guys I need to be attracted to the in order to have sex and this is my type. So when he offered to come ,i said yes to this happening with appreciation . Usually for these type of guys that I consider straight ,I always cross dress and lock up in chastity for them . I dont mind the contrast between us and they love it and most of the time demand it. So because Im picky I dont have sex very often and I am a lazy fagboi ,and I dont train my pussy ever with a dildo just due to laziness of needing to douche before toyplay. I did prep for this guy with a smaller dildo before he came. And here is what happened – he fucked me 3 times in 1h ,i cleaned his dick after every anal penetration and he was expecting me to ,but he treated my ass as any girls pussy . He just sticked it in and start fucking like he would fuck a girls pussy. And the pain wasnt too crazy even though it was a lot and I just let him use me as he wants. I had one ibuprofen to take the pain edge off but it hurt so bad ,at the beginning especially and after a bit of fucking i got used it. The thing is – this happened 1.2 2026. and now is 3.5.2026 that im writing this post and it STILL HURTS. He obviously did some damage but nothing too serious ,no infections ,even though periodically I had a bit of blood on the toilet paper and there would be some lingering pain after bowel movements. Its getting better and healing slowly because of the nature of that area being used for bowel movements. I cant fuck anyone else until it passes and this is the part that is interesting to me ,each time my ass hurts I think of him ,and I somewhat enjoy it and I would do it all again. Fag brains fascinate me ! We let men abuse and damage our bodies and we thank them and crave more. I am proud that I took that like a champ that being I let another male use and degrade me for his own pleasure. How crazy is that?? And it seems like no amount of post nut clarity or psychological workarounds can cure me from wanting more. I dont like pain ,i dont crave being destroyed by an alpha but the fact I am willing to put up with my body being damaged to a certain degree for just a bit of HIS temporary pleasure fascinates me. He doesnt give a shit about me ,maybe we will never meet up again ,god knows he hasnt called me and yet I would let him do it all over again. Arent we so cute as fags hehe . It really makes sense to me that we are a special kind of being,created my nature to serve these alpha kings. It just resonates and it feels like truth not some acquired fetish taste. And i know this because I sucked a boy when I was 6 years old and he didnt want to suck me back (i didnt mind even back then) and later on he had only girlfriends and I remained a fag. Nature is so fascinating ,cant wait to have more revelations about this subject . Thank you for reading .
Thank you for writing!
I think a lot of faggots will relate to your feelings, brother. I know I still have “phantom pain” from my rape many years ago. I think back to bleeding for days afterward with a mixture of horror, pride, and, morbidly, some excitement. That pain was excruciating, as were some of the larger black Alphas who’ve fucked me. My pussy still tingles at just the memories!
But you’re right: faggots are a special type of creation. We are very much like dogs in that, no matter how badly one might treat a dog, it’ll still come back, trying to please. We derive so much pleasure emotionally from serving that it glosses over the pain we endure (or makes it more bearable).
In your experience, what’s it been like when you’re serving a straight alpha and he takes a woman? My alpha recently met a girl, and they’ve been all over each other (constant hugs, etc). I always knew this would happen someday, but I didn’t realize it’d be this difficult to watch.
I’ve really sacrificed for this guy in the past, and every piece of his affection was something I fought to earn. This girl just shows up, jiggles her tits, and in 2 weeks he’s drowning her in attention. I understand my place, but it still hurts. Should I talk to him about it? What should I say?
Thank you for the question!
Serving straight Alphas is one of the most difficult situations a faggot will ever encounter. Heartache and heartbreak are baked into it from the moment he takes ownership until the moment he dismisses you because he’s getting married.
And I know this because I’ve had it happen to me multiple times.
The best solution to this situation is to become even more submissive and appreciative.
Yes, I know that’s not what your heart wants right now. You want to have some dramatic “me or her” ultimatum showdown, or some teary-eyed “what about me?” moment that you think will move the needle.
It won’t. That’s what I did, and every time it only made things worse. In the case of my greatest Master, Aaron, he looked at me and calmly said, “Sam, I know what you want, but I can’t give that to you.” It still hurts me after all these years later.
The best course is the one Alberto chose when dealing with Master Andre’s straight love life. Rather than complain and cry and demand “rights”, Alberto just made himself even more useful and submissive. This won over Master Andre’s heart, and he chose to keep Alberto over the females.
And that’s because faggots don’t really have any bargaining power with a straight Alpha. Jiggling tits will always be more attractive to straight Alphas than a fag’s ass. So we need to become an even more submissive stress reliever for our straight Masters, not a source for more.
I hope you get this and start applying it immediately.
One of the truest aspects of hierarchy is also one of its most baffling: why do faggots sacrifice themselves and their lives to serve superior Men?
Again and again throughout history faggots faggots have always lurked straight Alphas from the shadows, desperate for any chance to embrace their scorn while giving them everything they want.
The findom scene in particular is a place that really demonstrates the disparity between what faggots will do vs. what they should do. To every single rational, non-faggot person, giving away four-and-five figure amounts to Men who barely care if the faggot can survive seems to be self-flagellating at best, if not completely insane.
And yet, even as I type this, I’m keenly aware of fag money being shoved into Alpha bank accounts.
This confusing, self-destructive nature of faggots was on the mind of a French faggot who wrote me this:
Hi, my name is Jordan and I live in France. Not a question, but I wanted to share a personal story that shows the power of hierarchy, which I learned the hard way.
When I was in high school, I was a bit of a nerd, a very good student, but quite isolated and largely ignored by the others. There was a guy in my class named Cedric. He was very popular, very much adored by the girls, friends with everyone, well-liked by the teachers. He was very tall, very athletic, with a deep voice and very, very handsome. He wasn’t really bullying me, but he was pretty rude and scornful because I was a loner. I resented him, and I reassured myself by telling myself that I was much smarter than him, that I would have a much more successful career and life than him, that the tables would turn. Fifteen years later, we are in our thirties. I live pretty well, but my career has never really been as successful as I had hoped. I am a fairly ordinary middle manager with a rather monotonous working life. I have never been able to find a girlfriend and am still very lonely, with few acquaintances and none of them very meaningful. In short, I’m a bit of a loser.
One day, I decided to stalk Cedric to see what had become of him. He is quite active and popular on social media. I discovered that he had a very lucrative career as a professional soccer player. Not in the top division, not a big national soccer star, but talented and appreciated enough to earn significantly more than me. He married a very, very beautiful woman. They have two children, a very cute four-year-old son, and they just had a daughter.
Judging by their photos, they lead a life full of parties with friends and trips to paradise destinations. And judging by his beach photos, Cedric is always extremely well-built, with a huge cock judging by the bulge in his swim trunks.
Seeing this, I felt very bitter and resentful. I realized that he had still won in life, much more than I had. There had been no revenge since high school, quite the contrary. I felt deeply humiliated, inferior, and pathetic. But also, to my surprise, something aroused me. I started jerking off to Cedric’s photos, especially the ones where he was barefoot and I could fantasize about crawling at his feet and debase myself.
One day, I learned about these practices called “findom” and an obsession began to grow inside me. I fantasized about giving Cedric part of my income, in fact all my savings, everything I keep aside to treat myself but that I hardly ever use and always save for later. One day, while jerking off to his photos, I plucked up my courage and wrote to him.
I told him I was a former classmate, that I had fond memories of him, and that I would like to give him money, without anything in return, just as a thank you for what he had done for me. He was suspicious at first, thinking it was a scam, of course. He didn’t remember me at all. But he finally agreed to give me his bank details. For the past year, I’ve been sending him a transfer once a month. At first, I sent 10% of my salary, but very quickly I exceeded that amount. Now I dip into my savings and cut my expenses to the bare minimum so I can send more.
Cedric was very surprised at first, and the first few times he thanked me profusely, but I told him it was only natural and that I expected nothing in return. Since then, he often sends me a smiley face to confirm that he has received the money. Two months ago, he suggested we meet up, but I declined. I don’t feel ready to face him.
However, I must admit that ruining myself for him makes me feel really good. I do my job a little more happily when I know that my hard work will benefit Cedric. The fact that this man already has everything in life, much more than I do, and yet I work hard and make sacrifices and live a modest life to make his life even easier and wealthier really turns me on. When I see his happy family photos with his beautiful wife and handsome little boy, or his pictures from luxury vacations, I feel both humiliated and pleased to know that I am contributing a little to his lifestyle.
So here I am, an inferior beta male (at best) who works hard and deprives himself for the benefit of an alpha male who already has everything going for him. I guess I couldn’t escape the truth of the natural hierarchy.
Ordinarily when I receive these kinds of letters, the faggot wants advice on how to win the straight Alpha over, but my brother Jordan has accepted his place and his fate in the life of straight Alpha Cedric. He seems to be at peace with the reality that he missed any chance years ago, and has found peace in serving as his anonymous cash faggot.
Mind you, I think it is a TERRIBLE idea to refuse the meet-up he’s offering. After all, what’s really the worst that could happen? On the other hand, Alpha Cedric would gain a valuable lesson about hierarchy and the purpose of faggots.
But as it is, this kind of story makes me a little sad. A chance was missed years ago that might never be completely re-engaged. So ultimately Jordan is now paying some sort of penance now for being a faggot.
I don’t think any faggot should feel so ashamed of themselves.
The following post is part of a thread following the development of a deep Master/faggot relationship between a faggot named Alberto and his straight childhood friend and Master Andre. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of my favorite threads of the last two years involved the startling lifelong friendship between a straight Alpha (now) named Master Andre and a faggot named Alberto. When I first met them, Master Andre had taken ownership of Alberto as a third part of his relationship with an evil shrew of a girlfriend. I didn’t have a lot of faith that Master Andre was going to keep Alberto for very long, mainly because I’ve seen so many such arrangements fail in favor of the girlfriend.
But then Master Andre did the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. He actually told his bitch of a girlfriend to get lost, and he kept his faithful faggot instead! Even recounting it all of these months later, it still feels startling and impossible, but that’s exactly what happened!
Now after a long silence, Master Andre returns with even more stunning news!
Hey Sam, this is Andre – do you remember me? We haven’t talked since October and I hope you are doing well.
I am living a dream and you deserve to know it. I was afraid that I would never find a girlfriend who accepted Alberto in my life, but I started to look for bisexual women on purpose, who tend to be much more open-minded. That was a great strategy, because last December Alberto and I met a really hot girl called Sofia. She is 30 and she was married for many years with a conservative asshole. After the divorce, she started exploring her bisexuality and wants to break free. We met her online and since the first moment I told her that I wanted a woman in my life who respected how important Alberto is. We went out for dinner and we had an instant connection. She said that she wanted to meet Alberto, so I brought her back home and on our first night together she went to bed with me, and I fucked her twice while Alberto heard her moaning from the other room. She is really hot and really wants a Man who allows her to explore her sexuality, so this whole thing of Alpha and fag is turning her on a lot.
We are dating for 2 months now and my life couldn’t be better. She fully accepts Alberto and Alberto loves her, they became truly close friends. They go to the mall together, buy nice clothes, they do make-up on each other, I feel like a King with a Queen ready to serve me and a loyal fag with a tight pussy. They are both amazing. When I want pussy, I fuck Sofia and when I want ass, I fuck Alberto. We just came back from our first trip together: a romantic trip to Chile for a week. Lots of wine, beautiful landscapes, and my balls were constantly empty thanks to my two loyal lovers. I love both of them and I do hope that this throuple will last a long time, they fulfill all my needs.
Now an interesting thing for you to tell me your opinion: I really enjoy threesomes with a fag and a woman, so of course we do it very often. However, Sofia does not like to suck Alberto’s ass, she is still working on getting more comfortable with it, so when I told them to suck each other’s pussies, Alberto was staring to her pussy not knowing what to do and she was looking at his ass not knowing what to do. It took some effort to convince Alberto to shove his tongue into her pussy, put he finally did it. Sofia however started to suck and kiss Alberto’s balls and asked if he wanted to take the cage off so she could suck his dick. Needless to say, my boy was quite offended with this idea, and told her that he had no interest in having a woman sucking his little dick. So I ended up putting Alberto to suck her pussy while she sucked my cock, then I fucked both of them. I wish I had two cocks and four balls to fuck them even more, but I can’t complain, I am living the life of a King.
I’m floored by Master Andre’s latest update. Rather than give up after the previous experience of trying to mix a girlfriend and a faggot, Master Andre instead chose to be tactical in his approach to a new girlfriend! It’s such an ingenious idea, but one inspired by Master Andre’s belief that Alphas should always get what they want (which is true)!
I’m sure there are faggots out there (like this one questioning Master Lorenzo recently) who are wondering why Master Andre needs a female when he owns Alberto. Of course, these faggots fail to understand that straight (like Master Andre) and bisexual (like Master Lorenzo) Alphas WANT FEMALE PUSSY. Like it or not, they’re drawn to it biologically.
I’m so glad to hear that Master Andre found Sofia, and she seems to love having such a powerful Alpha as a partner! She sounds pretty submissive, which is great! I couldn’t help but chuckle when Master Andre said she tried to perform oral on Alberto. This is really a non-starter for true faggots, and I’m proud of Master Andre for understanding that about Alberto’s feelings. He’s always protecting his good little faggot!
As far as Master Andre’s request for comment about the threesomes, all I can say is Alberto is simply not capable of really doing a great job with Sofia’s pussy or ass, most likely. A faggot gladly licks the ass of its Master because it adores everything about him, but Alberto rightly sees Sofia as an inferior less worthy of such worshipful actions. It might be better to assign Alberto tasks better suited to his nature, like worshiping Master Andre’s feet while he’s being sucked by her or he’s fucking her. Just something to direct all of the worship where it belongs: on Master Andre.
I’ve said it many times before: straight Alphas who also own and use faggots ascend to levels of power unknown by ordinary Alphas. Master Andre is experiencing that ascension now more than ever! He’s truly a King who has literally built a Kingdom around himself!
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Mika, a teenage faggot in Peru who bravely and successfully seduced a straight Alpha named Gael. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The very hardest thing a faggot ever has to do when serving a straight Alpha is let them go when they fall in love and get married. It’s happened to me four times, and I still feel that hollow ache for each one inside. The first time it happened (at age 18 with my first Alpha, Roger), it took three years of serious slutting to work out the pain I felt.
Unfortunately, a faggot has no power or influence over an Alpha’s desire to settle down with a female and build a family. It’s a biological need for straight Men. Once I learned to accept this reality, I handled the transition much better.
Little Mika is going through this right now with his beloved Master Gael, but with a pleasant twist:
Hello Sam!! This is Mika again 🙂
Bad news: Gael got married and I begged to attend the wedding, but Luna didn’t want me there. Gael called me, we talked on the phone for hours, and he said “Mika, why would you want to come to this boring wedding? You don’t deserve it. People there will not respect you.” I was sad because I wanted to see my Master in this important moment, but I understood and stayed home. But then Gael told me that from now on Cesar would “take care of me”.
Now the good news: can you believe that Gael literally told Cesar about me and even the positions I like to be fucked? Cesar does not live by himself so we can’t meet very often, but he openly told me that he wanted to be with me. He had never fucked a faggot before, but he was curious to try. I gave him the best blowjob I could and he went crazy, brother Sam!! He shot soooo much cum, it was delicious. He has already fucked me 4 times! His dick is smaller than Gael’s dick, but in a certain way it is good because he can fuck me harder and rougher.
But I have a question, Sam… unlike Gael, Cesar does not like to fuck me doggy style. Gael would always tell me to put my ass up, face down, he banged for a long time and bred me. Always like that. But Cesar only fucks me in one same position: cowgirl looking at his feet. He does not let me look at his eyes while I am riding. So the 4 times he sat down on his couch, put his underwear down, I get on my knees, suck his balls and dick, then I sit down on his lap, with my back to his face, I go all the way down and ride until he comes. I understand that both Gael and Cesar do not like my face and don’t want to look at my eyes, but why do you think they chose these specific positions?
Thank you, Sam!!! I love you!
First of all, you can tell how much real affection Master Gael has for Mika. After all, they were friends before Master Gael took ownership of him. And given the fact that Master Gael’s new wife seems like a bitch, I wouldn’t be surprised if Master Gael returns to use Mika on the side. Once you have a devoted faggot serving you, it’s difficult to forget the pure pleasure and worship. So stay tuned in for more on that!
But Master Gael also did something that none of my Masters ever did: he made sure Mika had a new Master to serve. That’s a pretty keen insight on Master Gael’s part, because not many straight Alphas understand a faggot’s need to serve. Master Mika chose an Alpha he knew, someone trusted through whom he could keep tabs on Mika’s progress. That’s also significant.
Master Cesar seems like a good Alpha from the little I’ve learned about him, so I’m confident this new arrangement will work out well.
But Mika asks a good question: why are these straight Alphas positioning Mika so they don’t need to look at his face. Well, it doesn’t have anything to do with Mika’s attractiveness. Instead, they don’t want to look at his face because they don’t want to be reminded that they’re fucking a MALE. In those positions Mika described, his face and his boy penis can’t be seen. It’s easier to trick the mind when they don’t have to look at those things!
I wouldn’t take it personally, sweet Mika. Straight Alphas will do whatever they can to get what they want and feel good about it!
I’m so proud of how Mika seems to be handling this situation. I’m sure there were tears, and I know the ache he’s feeling. However, Mika is putting service first, and that’s always the best remedy!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Straight God Alpha Master Anthony has been pulling off staggering acts of dominance recently, most notably with his recent conquering of his college teacher Daniel. I encourage you to read back through the recent updates on this story, because it really is astounding.
All the while Master Anthony’s precious faggot Fabien has been faithfully assisting his Master in claiming this faggot teacher, and demonstrating tremendous instincts as a “mentor faggot”, a designation I designed as the top position in the faggot hierarchy. I’ve really been proud of Fabien’s brilliant work with Daniel, even doing subspace training to help Daniel accept his destiny. It worked beautifully.
The last time Master Anthony updated this story, he finally got Daniel to admit that he’s a faggot, and then Master Anthony throat fucked Daniel and marked him with his cum. It was just as dramatic as it sounds!
But if you thought Master Anthony was now finished with Daniel, you must not be paying attention to one of the greatest young God Alphas on the planet!
Fabien picks up the story from here:
Brother, I’m just dropping you a quick note to let you know that Daniel had his first experience of an Alpha Pack party yesterday ! 😉 Actually, it was a pretty chill evening. Anthony had invited three friends, Henri and Charles and Jean. I believe I haven’t mentioned the latter before, but he is an Alpha bro of Anthony’s who happens to be attending the same tutorial class taught by Daniel. I can tell you that at first, Daniel was very distressed to see him! But I comforted him, and he quickly resigned himself to being humiliated in front of another one of his students.
During the evening, Daniel served for a long time as a rug for the feet of the Men who were chatting and laughing, sitting on the sofa, while Clément and Basile and I served them food and drink or entertained them by acting like dogs. Anthony felt it was important to continue destroying his ego a little more. I could see Daniel shedding a few tears, but he remained well-behaved. Once or twice, Anthony addressed him smugly and mockingly: “Everything okay down there? Enjoying your evening?” Daniel replied appropriately: “Perfectly, Sir. Thank you for using me, Master, that’s an honor.” I was proud of him! Anthony spared him from ass-fucking for now, but Daniel had to lick their feet and suck Anthony and Jean’s dicks.
When the Masters went to sleep, I stayed alone with Daniel while Clement and Basile cleaned up, and I had him study and repeat the Six Golden Rules of a slave towards his Master: admiration, obedience, respect, loyalty, gratitude, penitence. Daniel is still a little nervous, but I think he is beginning to move past his previous dreams of life and to accept his servile nature and his destiny of servitude at the feet of Men.
I must tell you, brother, I really enjoy my mentoring role! I feel so good knowing that I am doing my best to make the world a little better for the Alpha Men, and so, for all of us! I’m glad to follow your lead in that regard!
Lots of love!
Fab the (mentor) fag
Master Anthony must be the proudest Alpha on Earth to own such an amazing, hard-working, and selfless faggot like Fabien. Truly, Fabien is everything a faggot is supposed to be and everything an Alpha could want.
As for what Master Anthony did to Daniel to train him, it is a rough assignment. Here Daniel is, an older male teacher being forced to submit to his college students and suck their dicks. It’s yet another humiliation as Daniel continues to descend into his true identity as Master Anthony’s faggot plaything. I can almost see Master Anthony’s proud and gleaming smile at the achievement!
But Fabien should be just as proud of himself! What a wonderful thing to do to have Daniel recite the Golden Rules of a Faggot! It’s the kind of hypnosis that Alphas ordinarily handle, but Fabien took it upon himself instead!
Truly, Fabien is the most precious jewel in Master Anthony’s crown, a smart, thoughtful “mentor faggot” who decorates the palace of Kings and brings light to the darkness for his faggot brothers!
I couldn’t be prouder to have him as my little brother!
Hello, I have this one guy who I’ve had sex with, he says he is straight but like the way guys give blowjobs and are okay with being fucked, his entire attitude and demeanor reminds of alpha men, but he seems to not fully realize it, j as a faggot sent him this page and asked him to go through it, is there any ways I can help him realize it faster?
Thank you for the question!
Sometimes despite all of the obvious evidence some Alphas don’t fully understand or accept what they are. Some are disproportionately modest, too. Through your submission and worship, many will generally start to embrace their truth.
If you want to help the process along, you might send him my “Letter To An Alpha” (or link him to it). There I spell out the basics of hierarchy, including his role as an Alpha. This might cause him to view you in a different light, as well as his own motivations.
Just keep serving him and worshiping him. Kiss his feet. Call him “Sir”. Thank him for using you. He’ll get the point.
Hi Sam, 23 year old muscular jock here who loves to wrestle. But I’m a bitch to big Asian cock, especially my Sir Grant’s. Whoever says Asians can’t be kings are lying. Sir Grant is 20 years old and has been using me as his personal fuck toy for the past five years. He’s so unbelievably dominant that I sometimes am just awestruck at how he commands and controls, during fucks and outside of fucks.
I used to bully him when he joined the high school wrestling team at 14, I was 17. I teased him, kicked him around, even called him pathetic. But the next year, Sir Grant’s skinny body was gone, he was a jacked hunk. He absolutely destroyed me, pinned me, slammed me around, made me tap out.
I never felt so useless, but I was also so hard. Sir Grant made me strip, and laughed at my little nub, when he pulled out an 8″ monster cock, even at 15 years old. He made me suck him, destroyed my throat, and made it my pleasure to worship his big Asian cock from a superior real male.
I learnt how good his thick cock felt choking me of all breath. He fucked my head repeatedly, and drowned me in his seed. The next time we wrestled, and after owning me like the superior he was, Sir Grant made me suck his cock wet, then turned me around and began forcing his cock into my white pussy. He didn’t stop as his massive cock plunged in and out of me, and I was transformed. I loved the pain and pleasure from his cock, so thick and so commanding and so good in me, especially when he finally came inside my ruined pussy.
Sir Grant has only gotten stronger and bigger. He’s shorter, but so much more built, and feels ten times stronger than I am. His cock, last we measured, was almost 11 inches. Huge and uncut, and he likes to slap my face around with it.
Just yesterday, Sir Grant fucked me hard in front of some of his friends. Wrestled me and threw me around, picked me up like a feather, and slam me down before fucking me. Stretched my jaw around his cockhead, tasting his sweat and scent, before he flipped me, stuffed my face with his jock, and pounded me for hours.
I still struggle to take all 11 massive thick inches of Sir Grant, but he keeps training me to be his perfect cock sleeve. He talks down to me, calling me his “pathetic white cumdump”, how I use his “superior Asian cum to bulk up”. I passed out from cumming so much from his cock in me and woke up to him still fucking me. Sir Grant has fucked me for a whole day without showing tiredness. And his loads are so massive.
Today, I’m so sore, but I can still feel my pussy muscles trying to clench around his phantom cock inside me. He’s fucking a girl so loud in his room, and I wish it was me taking his powerful cock and vigorous fucking.
I’m addicted to him, Sam. You can probably tell how much I love Sir Grant and his big Asian cock. He fucks me crazy, but my white pussy always needs days of rest after he fucks and breeds me. He constantly fucks other guys and girls, but I’m his longest serving bitch. I’m his roommate officially, but his house bitch in reality, so I am always open for him.
Wrestling is our shared hobby, we have a whole set-up in our basement, and he loves to dominate me hard before he destroys my pussy for hours in our home gym. I’ve become his domestic servant and bitch, such as letting him use me as a footstool, sniffing his pits, cleaning his room, even Sir Grant asking me to wash his hair. He seems to like it, and pets me and compliments me before fucking me stupid.
My question to you, Sam, is that is it normal of me to want more? A fantasy I have is for him to bully-fuck me, like I used to bully him. Kicking me around. Treat me like dirt. Bash my body. Sir Grant is brutal, but he has never completely let loose on me, I can feel it. I can feel my Sir is far stronger than he shows. How can I get him to unleash that power on me? I want him to humiliate me even more. I want him to degrade me harder. Use me on his large cock even more brutally. Amplify the difference between his Asian supremacy over my white wrestler bitch body. I’m building my body up for Sir Grant alone so he can use me even harder. Fuck me longer and rougher, even after I’ve passed out. What can I do to devote myself to Sir Grant and show him that I’m ready for more?
Thank you for the question!
Actually, it’s not really much of a question. After all, what else can you possibly do to devote yourself more to the needs of your Master, Sir Grant?? You’re essentially doing everything and anything he demands of you without question. He’s clearly at least an Apex Alpha, if not fully a God Alpha. He’s not holding back from using you at all.
Things seem perfect, honestly.
If you want him to beat you up more, then I suggest you kneel before him and make that request. I’m sure he won’t have any problem getting revenge on the way you treated him when you were younger.
But I will say this to everybody out there: stop stereotyping Asian Men. Many of them do not fit that stereotype at all, and your prejudice is likely to end up with you pulverized and left for dead. Sir Grant is yet another example this site has recently published of the phenomenon of powerful God-level Asian Alphas with big dicks totally ravaging faggots and females. Don’t sleep on Asian Alphas!
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 was so stunned when I first met Master Jerome, the young straight Alpha from France who had decided to take ownership of three faggot friends of his sister. Then I was floored when Fag C admitted that he was raped and infected with HIV, a revelation that barely rattled Master Jerome, who patiently helped Fag C feel accepted and loved again. It showed a maturity words simply cannot capture.
Recently Master Jerome took ownership of another faggot named Loic and officially claimed him by breeding him. The news made me curious, but I kept quiet because I’m certainly not going to question such a powerful young Alpha.
But my question was answered in this new update:
Hey Sam, this is your Master Jerome
It’s been a month since I fucked Loic for the first time and today I fucked him for the 8th time (yes, I am counting). He is a wonderful fag and is getting better and better at it. I want to thank you for the good guidance you gave him when I told him to reach out to you. You really know how to shape a fag into the best version of himself.
Loic and I were talking about cunting after I fucked him this morning. I do want to cunt him but I am not 100% sure if I have done it already. I read quite a few stories about cunting here and watched the videos as well, but I wonder if you could say a little more about it. There are not a lot of people on the Internet talking about this, so you’re basically my only source about cunting fags. Should I just fuck him extra hard? I do want to make him feel this overwhelming pleasure and submission of cunting but at the same time my cock is thick and I don’t wanna hurt my sexy boy.
By the way, Fag C left me. He found another Alpha who is HIV+ and opened his heart to me saying that he would feel more comfortable serving someone who lives with the virus as well. I was a little disappointed to lose his pussy after all the effort I made to help him. But I respected his personal space and preferences. I just hope that this new guy will treat him as well as I was doing because I didn’t shape a perfect fag for a destroyer alpha to cause him harm, so let’s hope. In any case, Loic is my precious fag right now and he’ll be my cumdump for the spring and the summer, and I get really horny in the summer! So I want your thought to make him a perfect boy.
I was so sad to have my suspicions confirmed: that Fag C had left Master Jerome’s protective embrace. After everything Master Jerome has done for him, it’s so disappointing to find out that the faggot left him for another Alpha. That said, I can understand the desire to find an HIV+ Alpha in order to avoid exposing Master Jerome to the virus. On the other hand, modern therapies quickly make the virus undetectable and untransmissible. Sadly, HIV is still a complicated issue medically and emotionally 45 years later.
Still, I’m just so impressed by Master Jerome’s warmth and love for Fag C despite his departure! The greatest Alphas are generally above the pettiness and selfishness of lesser Men, and instead know that they can replace a female or a faggot almost at will. I’m not sure if Fag A and Fag B are still in the picture (the three were close friends), but I’m assuming they are.
In any event, Master Jerome now owns Loic, too. Master Jerome is eight breedings in and understandably wants to cunt his newest fag. And it’s true: I am just about the only one who has really catalogued the incredible phenomenon of cunting on the internet, so I’ll be glad to serve Master Jerome by helping him with it!
Mechanically-speaking, cunting involves an Alpha’s cock roughly stimulating the faggot’s prostate. So fucking in the missionary position with the fag’s legs over the Alpha’s shoulders is the best position for this (although I have been cunted in other positions). The Alpha really needs to rut the faggot hard in this position in order to cause cunting to happen. Yes, it might hurt the faggot AT FIRST, but what happens after that makes the faggot completely forget about the pain, trust me. I suggest using extra lube before rutting like that in order to minimize the pain if that’s a concern.
It might take a few of these rough, powerful fucks to cunt the faggot, but I have no doubt it will happen.
I can’t wait for Master Jerome to cunt Loic, because cunting changes both the faggot AND the Alpha. It’s an event so profound that it cements ownership for life. I can still feel the Alphas who cunted me, my pussy aching for them all the time. So it will be for the faggots Master Jerome cunts!
Thank you, Master Jerome, for being such a bright and joyous light to faggots everywhere!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When you’re a young, straight, hyper-intelligent God Alpha who looks exactly like Tom Holland of Spider-Man fame, life becomes ridiculously easy. Just ask Master Anthony, because he is exactly everything I just described. Money flows to him like tribute. Females flock to him just to smell his pheromones and offer him every hole on their bodies. Males jockey with each other just to gain his favor and approval.
Master Anthony knew all of that before the day he truly understood that nature also made faggots to serve him like the God Alpha he is. Then the seemingly-endless possibilities of his superior life became impossibly infinite. He realized, in an instant, that literally everything belonged to him.
With that realization came the deep understanding that he could take anyone he wanted at any time, shape them into whatever he desired, and completely own them. That’s a tectonic shift in a young Alpha’s thinking, one that few males will ever know. Only him.
To that end, you might remember the most recent update from Master Anthony involving his seduction of his college teacher Daniel (CLICK HERE for that). I knew that wouldn’t be the end of it, of course, but what eventually transpired went far beyond what I imagined.
Here’s Master Anthony’s update:
I’m sure you’d like to know how things went with Daniel lately, eh faggot? 😉 That’s a good moment, for there has been a huge development today! 😀
On Monday last week, Daniel arrived late to class when we were all there. Throughout the lesson, I could see that he was a little nervous and was carefully avoiding looking at me. Well, he couldn’t help but glance at my feet in white socks resting on the chair in front of me! But I could tell he was still embarrassed about the last time when I made him lace up my boots in the street. At the end of class, he quickly packed up his things and left right away, before I could go and say a word to him.
The prey was trying to escape me. So I sent an email to lure him back. I decided to invite him to my place: my instinct told me that he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to be alone with me at home! I wrote him:
“Hey Daniel,
Well done on today’s class, once again it was very interesting! I would have loved to speak with you in more depth about this week’s text and the rest of the syllabus. But you left very quickly. I hope everything is okay? If you have a problem, let me know!
Are you free in the next few days, like this Thursday evening? I’d like to invite you over to my place to chat! I live not far from the uni! My roommate is coming home late that day, so we’ll have the place to ourselves. Let me know!
Keep the good work!
Your favorite and best student
Anthony Dolivet”
He answered the next morning.
“Mr Dolivet,
Thank you very much for your kind comments and your concern. I’m fine, sorry for leaving so quickly, i was just in a hurry!
And thank you for the invite! I’d be glad to visit my best student this Thursday evening. Just let me know exactly where and when you’d like me to come and I’ll be there.
Respectfully,
Daniel”
I smiled when I read this. I guessed that he must have spent the evening and night worrying and wondering what to do, but his servile instinct and desire to please me won out! And two days later, he rang my doorbell right on time, just as I had told him to!
I opened the door, sweaty in my black tank top, because I had been doing some working out. I immediately noticed his flustered state, the look of wonder that flashed across his eyes. I scratched my neck and saw his gaze drawn to my hairy, sweaty armpit.
“You’re here just in time! I need to rest! Let’s hang out and relax! Hey, I’m not stinking too bad, am I?” I moved my armpit closer to him, but he didn’t move and stammered, “No, no, it’s okay.” I giggled and went to slump down in my cozy armchair. I said, “Do you want anything? I’d like a beer and a foot massage! There are beers in the fridge,” and I gestured toward the kitchen. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do, then understood the implicit order. He rushed into the kitchen, came back with a bottle of beer, which he respectfully handed to me, and sat down on the sofa opposite me, where I had indicated.
We started chatting, first about classes, then I asked him about his life and background. He didn’t seem to have realized yet that he had implicitly agreed to massage my feet by going to fetch me a beer, because he didn’t react immediately when I placed my left foot, in a white sock, on his lap. But all it took was a snap of my fingers and a nod from me for him to start rubbing it absentmindedly while continuing to talk. We went on like this for quite a while, and when I switched feet, he resumed massaging the other one without hesitation!
Later, Fabien came back to the apartment. I sat up and said, “It’s already so late! Fabien, say hello to Daniel. Daniel, this is my roommate Fabien.” Daniel jumped up, grabbed his things, and mumbled, “I have to go, I’m expected elsewhere…” I replied, “Are you sure? No problem! It was great having you here! See you soon, OK?” He left a little hastily.
Flashforward to today. I couldn’t wait to see Daniel again and to increase my dominance. I was thinking of what I should do next. During class, I found him very unsettled, but he didn’t avoid my gaze; quite the contrary, he often glanced at me, looking a little anxious. At the end of class, he came up to me while I was gathering my things. “Mr. Dolivet, can I talk to you, er … in private?” “Of course, Dan!”
I followed him as he led me to his small office. Very nervous, he closed the door after checking that no one was around. We were face to face and alone. He was clearly very nervous. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze evasive and his hands shaking. I smiled at him and nodded encouragingly. Then he knelt down. Looking me in the eyes, he said, “Thank you, Master, for opening my eyes to my place and my destiny. You are a Superior Man, and I owe you respect, obedience, and loyalty. I ask your forgiveness for taking so long to understand this, and I am yours to command for whatever you wish.”
I was BEAMING! I said “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I glanced down at my feet. He muttered, “Sorry” and rushed to kiss the tips of each of my boots. “Such a good boy!” I grinned and I said “I knew I would break you. You were fun to chase, you will be fun to dominate. What finally made you see the truth?”
“I get in touch with with your roomate, Master, er … your house slave Fabien. He helped me to understand.” I shook my head, delighted. “Of course. My dear Fab. I was sure of it. Such a good boy. I see a lot of him in you. You’re going to be a great slave.” So I took out my cock and fucked his throat, deep and hard. He had a tough time, choking once or twice. I left him with his face and hair covered in cum, saying, “I’ve got to go! See you next time, slave! Keep ready to obey!”
This is gonna be so fun! 😀 I love to be a GOD! When my good boy Fabien comes home tonight, I’ll have him tell me what he did with Daniel, I’d love to know!
What a masterpiece of mental and physical domination! For instance, notice how Master Anthony calls his teacher “Daniel” while the teacher calls him “Mr. Dolivet”. That is very subtle signaling that only the subconscious might recognize. I also love how Master Anthony allows faggots to come to the inevitable conclusion that they are born to serve. He allows them time to accept the inevitability of their fate as his eventual property. He’s like a lion leisurely stalking an elk, knowing that eventually he’s going to feast!
However, as Master Anthony suggests at the end of his letter, his personal faggot Fabien had something to do with Daniel’s sudden acceptance of his faghood (unsurprising, really!).
So a day later I received this giddy update from my brother Fabien. Just listen to his behind-the-scenes shenanigans:
My dear beloved brother !
My Master Anthony wants me to explain to you (and him) how it went between me and his newest slave Daniel. When Daniel was home last Thursday, he left when I arrived to the flat. But when I opened the door for him, while Anthony was checking some stuff in his room, Daniel whispered something to me. Looking quite nervous, he asked me how long I had been Anthony’s roommate. I told him a year and a half, and he asked if he could contact me to talk. I said yes, of course, gave him my number, and he left in a hurry. Last Saturday, at Daniel’s invitation I went to see him at his own apartment, which is not very far from where we live (I mean, from Anthony’s place, where I live). Anthony was spending the week-end with his bros and I had some time.
Of course by then I knew what was going on. My Master had given me a few glimpses of what was happening with his teacher, and I read your wonderful article on the subject. I had a pretty good idea what Daniel wanted to talk to me about. He thanked me for giving him my time, told me he had noticed that I was about his age (actually even a little older) and that he would like to talk about his young student, with whom I was living, to get to know him better if possible, because certain things were troubling him.
As you can guess, I gave him a straight answer. “What you must understand is that Anthony is not my roommate. He is my Master and I am his slave. Because he’s a superior Alpha Man and I’m an inferior male who’s destined to serve and worship him. And I think you are, too. And I think you know it.”
Not surprisingly, he was flabbergasted by my frankness. He stammered some protests and I tried to calm him down. I placed my hand on his and explained to him the truth of Hierarchy as best as I could. I told him that everything he had been feeling and doing for weeks, his burning desire to obey Anthony and please him, was revealing his true nature as a slave. I pointed out to him that he was already debasing himself and bending over backwards just to be in Anthony’s good graces. And I went on. “Listen, I know it’s hard to accept your inferiority. You and I, we are both smart and brave and talented. And at some point, we certainly dreamed of another life. But we have to accept who we are: we are natural-born slaves. Our destiny is to grovel and worship and obey our betters. To serve a Man like Anthony. And believe me, we are lucky to have find a superior like him!”
He was still shocked and very nervous. I could see him looking around, even shaking. But I remained as calm and firm as I could. “Some Men are just better. That is an obvious fact. Anthony is one of them. These Alpha Men will get everything they want in life, they will get all the success, wealth, glory, fun and sex. You and I, we are programmed by nature to serve them. To make sure they enjoy their life at the fullest. We must be at their beck and call. That is your destiny, whether you want it or not. You can either embrace who you are and be as happy as possible, or deny yourself any chance of fulfillment..”
He was starting to cry. I carried on with what I was saying. “I want you to think about your life ahead of you. You will never marry, you will never father a child, you will never lead. But you will teach young adults and, among them, young Alpha Men and you will help them reach their greatest potential. And if you’re lucky, some of them will command you other services and you’ll have opportunities to worship them. Right now, Anthony wants you to serve him. And that’s a blessing! You have the opportunity and the privilege to be a part of the life of a wonderful young God Alpha Master!
Daniel was still shaking and crying. He muttered “Are you really sure?” I told him: “Repeat after me, OK? I am a slave.” He said it. “I exist to serve Superior Men.” He said it. “Good. Once again. Go on.” After the tenth time, he spoke with a strong and confident voice, despite his trembling and tears. “I AM A SLAVE. I EXIST TO SERVE SUPERIOR MEN.” Then I gave him a big hug. “From now on, you are my brother. You can always count on me. We inferiors must stick together to survive in this world run by Alphas. We must support each other to please them if we want to survive at their feet!”
Daniel muttered: “What must I do, now?” I explained to him what he should do next time he sees Anthony. I told him he should submit to his Master, kneel down, kiss his feet, then thank him for opening his eyes and apologize for not submitting sooner. “I can’t do that” he said weakly. “Yes you can. I’m sure you can, brother. Be brave!”
I could see he was still struggling with the idea. I put my hand on his shoulder and said to him: “My brother, search your heart and seek the truth. You know you want to submit to Anthony. You want it with all your slave soul. Do it, and I promise you will be fulfilled.”
You can only imagine how happy I was this Monday, when Daniel texted me to inform me of what happened in his office with my Master. I replied to him with this message: “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! Welcome at Anthony’s feet! Love you, brother! Let’ stay in touch and serve our Master to the best! I’m here for you if you need any help, OK?” Next thing, I’m gonna introduce him to the slave Charter I wrote. And see with him and other faggots of the Alpha Pack how to make Anthony’s life always better and better!
My Master Anthony, since you are reading this : THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING THE AMAZING GOD YOU ARE! THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY INFERIOR SLAVE HEART! I AM YOURS FOREVER! I ADORE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS!
And thank YOU my brother for your constant help and support!
Lots of love,
Fab the fag
I’m not even sure which is more extraordinary, Master Anthony’s command of Daniel or Fabien’s magnificent, on-the-spot training of Daniel!
Fabien’s logical reasoning of hierarchical truth forced Daniel to confront his own purpose with a clarity that rivals the greatest “mentor faggots” within the faggot hierarchy!
In fact, that’s what I really want to emphasize here: Fabien is now, in my eyes, a true mentor faggot! It’s the highest honor any faggot can hope to achieve, but Fabien has earned it through his faithfulness, his honesty, his willingness to share, and his enthusiasm in helping other faggots who are struggling or out of line. He teaches others in word and deed. He gives of himself to the point of exhaustion.
I’m so utterly proud of both Master Anthony and his treasured faggot, Fabien! They are the quintessential example of how the Alpha/faggot dynamic is meant to work. I feel so blessed to know them both and share their extraordinary story with the world!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a very long time (April, 2025) since we last heard from Master Alex, an Asian God Alpha who, like Master Jase, destroys the stupid stereotype of Asian Men being tiny-dicked fags. Like Master Jase, Master Alex is armed with a very big dick, short, muscular physique, and an Alpha rage inferno burning inside him.
Like any true, natural-born God Alpha, Master Alex owns a large stable of on-call faggots and one live-in fag to serve as his daily cumdump and domestic. He runs his own housing business, and he’s successful in every aspect of his blessed life.
It’s always critical to listen and learn when a God Alpha like him chooses to tell the story of how he discovered and developed this great power within himself. Interestingly, Master Alex’s story hinges on a critical mentorship with an older, straight Alpha:
Fag,
Much time has passed since my last message to you. I have been busy working, training, gyming, rutting and breeding. Always getting stronger, always getting more dominant. I will split my reply to you into two parts, you will see why. And no, it is not because I love to also split muscle glutes in half.
I work in housing investment and sales. I only just returned from a five day conference. Within twenty minutes of checking in at the resort, I had a hotel guest on his back, legs on my shoulders, ripping into his muscle ass.There was an endless amount of men I met at the resort gym, bar, sauna, pools, and lounges. All those men whose pussies I gaped and reshaped. A hulking closeted married man also attended the conference, and I made him my regular bitch fag for the whole week. It was so easy to mark him from the first greeting. Took nothing more than a gym and massage session before I had his tree-trunk legs on my shoulders. I fucked and bred him no less than five times a day; you should have seen the fag’s face of bliss when I was finally ten inches balls deep in his ruined cunt. In meetings I deliberately sat next to him, fingering his sore, cum filled cunt, and he would moan and even assgasm from just being fingered. I spent an extra day mercilessly cunting him nonstop. When he was blacked out and wasted, I would fuck and fag out other men until he recovered. The married fag now knows his place, and guaranteed he can’t stop craving being fucked, dominated, and bred by a smaller muscled man.
My favored circle of faggots are twelve powerful, virile, studly men. No one would expect such commanding masculine jocked up males to be owned and conquered faggots in service to an even more powerful Asian male. All of them would be ready at a moment’s notice, a jacked up bitch presenting his holes or crawling to me, ready to serve and to be used. They come from all walks of life; of some of the twelve fags are a CEO, a popular athlete, a construction foreman, a bouncer, a tax agent, a boxing coach, high school captains, the list goes on. I was always aware I was different. I was stronger, faster, smarter, and superior to my peers. I was not bigger, but I felt bigger. My cock dwarfed other boys when we cock-pared. I taunted those boys and used their awe and disbelief to fuck and use their mouths and holes. I caught the attention of girls, even those already with boyfriends, and fucked them far better than their useless boys could. You could say I was cocky and arrogant and a rough, unpolished gem of an Alpha. My father and older brother were not the role models I needed; I was dominating out of pure instinct.
My friend’s father at a parent-supervised pool party saw how I interacted with an older fag jock of mine. Especially when I took the older fag away and fucked him for an hour before coming back to the pool party. He took me aside and spoke to me as an alpha to alpha, telling me how I would be destroying all the good will of my fags if I was an abusive dominant. He maintained he was straight and used faggots only to control. I have no doubt my friend knew something was up when his dad and I would go on trips just by ourselves for him to guide me, but he wasn’t an alpha and didn’t need to know. I was 17 when he and I both sensed I had outgrew him in dominance. He was the one that taught me that brutality is not the same as being abusive. When he saw me use a graduated senior stud slut, I saw how his eyes started to focus on me more than the action. How his mouth started to go agape and how he squirmed watching me. When we locked eyes, there was no doubt he knew too that I would eventually fuck and own him.
And I did. I took his mouth. Gagged and choked him. Made him pant and breathless. Smeared his face in layers of pre, spit, tears and cum. I took his ass. Transformed it into my pussy. Reshaped it inch by inch to form around my superior cock. He tells me he found his place the day he finally took my whole cock, punching through his second hole, cunting him anew, my foot on his face. I still regularly fuck him when I’m in the area. He would flail uselessly on my cock like a ragdoll from my ever growing strength as I fuck and breed and cunt him for hours. Lie barely conscious as he weakly laps at my cock on his face. Then leaves limping and bow-legged, my massive potent loads plugged inside him with the custom butt-plug he ordered just to keep my seed inside him. Says he always feels so much better, feeling his ruined cunt faintly squeezing around the plug, feeling my warmth deep inside him. He wasn’t the first adult male to submit to me, nor was he the last while I was a teen. And that only got even better as I got into higher education and opened up a whole new world of faggots and man cunts that I could rightfully take and own.
This straight Alpha father probably didn’t know the kind of power he was unleashing into the world when he took Master Alex under his wing! Isn’t it curious how so many straight Alphas own (or have owned) faggots during their lives? Once again, true straight Alphas see only power, not sexuality. But this father saw the complete power forming in young Master Alex and reached out to guide that power away from Destroyer Alpha tendencies and toward a more productive and beneficial course.
And I’m so glad he did! Master Alex has become a formidable force for good in the training and breeding of so many faggots! The mentorship he received at a critical inflection point of his youth helped to shape him into the God Alpha he is today!
As Master Alex indicated above, his message was split into two parts. The second half of his update will be published tomorrow!
Hi Sam! I’m a fag in my late 30s living in the northeast US, and the straight alpha I’m longing to serve lives in the Midwest. I had a crush on the guy in college, but I moved on from wanting a romantic connection with him by the time we were done with school (almost 20 years ago). I found out after college that he’d been fucking guys all through college, but he was keeping it on the DL because he was concerned about hurting my feelings. I’m pretty sure he and another one of our close friends were also banging on the regular, and in retrospect, there were a few opportunities for the three of us to play that I was too chicken to pursue.
A few years ago, I brought it up, and he said, “Yeah, everyone needs a big cock up their ass sometimes.” It wasn’t what I was expecting, but I was glad that bringing it up didn’t mess with our friendship. In 2022, I visited him for a week, and he flirted with me the whole time! In front of his girlfriend (now wife), he suggested that I might want to suck a load out of his cock—she looked mildly scandalized, but I got the impression he found a woman who lets him fly his freak flag. At another point in the visit, we were in the back patio of a bar and he was telling me a story about going to a strip club with friends, and he grabbed my crotch playfully at one point to make a point. My partner (male) and I went to his wedding last year, and though we didn’t make out (like we did at a mutual friend’s wedding a few years prior), we danced together and I felt the charge still there. I also met a friend of his during that visit, who he does a naked bike ride with every year; I also felt a charge with that guy.
It’s obvious he was testing and provoking me when I visited, but at the time, I was too scared to jump on the opportunities he presented. We catch up on the phone occasionally, and the guy is still my best friend, but we don’t see each other in person very often.
I fantasize constantly about serving him and his friend, giving them my holes and my hands and my mouth, letting them dominate me and in all ways treat me like the fag I am. He and his wife might be heading my way at some point this year—do you have any suggestions about how I can find and engineer opportunities, both now and when he’s here, to communicate my eagerness to please without going overboard? I feel confident that our friendship can withstand some stretching of the boundaries that have been there for close to two decades, but I get the feeling the onus is on me to make the next move. What do you think?
Thank you for the question!
Your situation is incredibly disappointing, You’ve had TWO DECADES of this straight Alpha signaling that he wants to use you, and you’ve pushed him back or stalled out of fear. What else needs to happen? Does he need to hire a sky-writer to write “SUCK MY DICK” in the air? Maybe take out a full-page ad in a newspaper?? It makes no sense.
Now here we are and you’re asking me what to do to encourage him to use you. It’s crazy. I literally think you just need to get up enough courage to kneel before him and apologize for not being brave enough to submit to him. Better yet, copy my “Letter To An Alpha” (link in the right sidebar) and send it to him. See what he says.
Look, I’m not trying to hurt you … but you need to understand how insane it is that you’ve been this constipated all of these years while this Alpha has been practically demanding service from you. There are so many faggots who would KILL to have such an opportunity handed over to them on a platter.
You’ve done the exact wrong things with this Alpha to this point. Time to start doing the right things before it’s too late. Shit or get off the pot!
This post is part of a thread about a faggot called Prath who bravely sought to serve a straight local Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I love hearing stories from faggots who discover their true purpose and immediately and fearlessly take action to offer themselves. It’s something I’ve always taught, and a mantra I’ve lived by throughout my own journey as a faggot.
It’s a fairly simple philosophy, but it’s sad how many faggots fail at it.
One faggot I can say has NOT failed to fulfill it is young fag Prath. In my dealing with him, Prath has proven himself to be a conscientious student, always seeking advice and acting immediately on it.
It’s no wonder he’s had such great success in his short life!
It’s been a while since I last heard from Prath, but he reached out to me to tell me about a new experience.:
You know what it’s not very common in our country but still many people are aware about hierarchy, dominant relationship etc about the lifestyle. I have joined a gym last month and its a big franchise kind where many elite people generally comes.
As been into lifestyle I feel turn on and submissive after watching such hot gym masters around me and there I came across guy(master). He is younger to me which is a big turn on and then with a great masculine body. If it would have been before I couldn’t approached him but now after serving doms I did approach him without waiting for days.
You know what I met him in the locker room and it was him and me alone at that time. And without telling him anything I bent down on my knees so that he will understand some dynamics
I was curious and scared but at the same time with hard urge i did that and he literally laughed at me and took me towards his car after gym for the talk.
No brother it was not just a talk but he asked me more about the dynamics what I was looking by getting on my knees right there and then he made me lick his sweaty armpits while talking. And took me to his home where he was staying alone and I was shocked after seeing such a luxurious lifestyle he is living in such an age.
Oh brother he said, I want to take a look how determined you are to become my “pet” so he gave me a task to clean his house in presence of his female maid just in the boxers. I was reluctant first but then I did it and his maid was laughing continuously while he was ordering me to do this and that. I cleaned all his house, I set his clothes, his weights and made him a break fast. Only then he took a notice and asked me to pay or renewed for his gym membership and I did instantly..
After then while he was eating the breakfast I made he let me lick his feet clean and then he took in the kitchen where he fucked my mouth wildly and I was shocked to see his package is really great so that his stamina.. he fucked me whole day and made me cry and pained..
From then he makes me serve and support him in the gym like helping him with weights, towels anything I can in the gym.. even the daily black coffee he drinks in the gym in the morning only after I pay for him.
Yes brother and it always feels good to serve this kind of humurous, happy and playful alphas.
He is rich, playful and wild. He listen me like a lover and teach me like he is elder and this contradictory when he is younger to me.
Prath’s success as a faggot is directly tied to his bravery. When he sees an Alpha, he does things like kneel submissively regardless of the circumstances. He’s not ashamed to be a faggot; it’s simply what he is.
But here’s the key: ALPHAS RECOGNIZE FAGGOT SUBMISSION! When they see a faggot submissively kneeling before them, a primordial switch is triggered within them that makes them want to take ownership of it.
Faggot submission does that, but only when it’s done with the qualities I listed above, something Prath has become quite good at fulfilling.
I’m proud of my brother. Fags like him are the reason I’m here at all!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
We’ve been hearing a lot from Master Jase recently, which is fine by me. His unparalleled, clear-eyed view from the very top of hierarchy gives him the perfect pulpit from which to gift inferiors (including most Alphas) with his knowledge and experience.
In the midst of his training session with Master Jake, Master Jase decided he needed to blow off steam. You know what that means … raping a pillaging! It seems there was a “muscle orgy” arranged specifically for Master Jase by his lieutenants:
One of my alphas organised it for me to enjoy Valentine’s. He’s one of my favourites, definitely an apex alpha with the way his presence oozes masculinity in both his body and attitude. He has his own share of fags and sluts that he uses. Yet this hunky alpha loves and craves nothing more than to have his oversized muscled body folded in a pretzel while my god cock ravages his innards. There were around 4 other muscle alphas, and 20 muscle fags and sluts there. By now most of my fags and sluts and alphas have come to know one another. They all share the same addiction to my utter dominance and my cock inside them.
So that gathering sounded pretty good, certainly brimming with lots of possibilities for Master Jase to vent his always-prodigious power!
But, oddly enough, Master Jase had a deeper realization while mounting and breeding all of the muscled sex toys there with him … and it involved my latest podcast episode!
Read:
Fag. There is no update on Jake and his fag brother. I spent this weekend and Friday at a muscle orgy. Ceaseless mounting and cunting. Holes and pussies all surrendered to my powerful cock and dominance and strength for multiple hours. When I rested, I had fags at my feet sucking and worshipping up to my cock, keeping it warm, and others with their noses buried in my pits, or offering drinks and snacks. I cannot count how many fags and sluts I fucked and bred. Which rooms I fucked them in. Only that when I deemed it the end, I stood and looked over brutally cunted fags and sluts lying everywhere, their gaped ruined pussies and mouths running and leaking out my potent seed. And my god cock and body was still hard and pumped and ready for more. It is a thrill to at times lose myself to that endless feral rut of merciless mounting and breeding.
What I wanted to message you about, is that while I was relaxing and enjoying a cock servicing from, ironically, a married slut, I was listening to your podcast about your response to the discussion of straight and gay alphas.
I know that you wanted the discussion to mostly end, faggot. I want to add one caveat of mine, a thought that you might appreciate.
It was interesting to hear about how you view straight alphas who willingly use faggots sexually as ascending to godhood. That they have gone beyond their sexuality and know their calling is to receive the worship and service of anyone below them, male or female, fag or bitch.
I want to express that I feel the same way. I have preferences towards males. Masculine, strong, confident males at that.
However, I have also fucked and cunted numerous females. Transformed and broken them into delirious cock sleeves. In front of their husbands and boyfriends. They willingly spread their legs for me. The ladies understand that they are also there to serve me and my needs.
While I do not take as great pleasure with females, nor the same physical level of brutal dominating aggression I can take on a faggot as I can a female, it nonetheless is the counterpart to when straight alphas sexually use faggots. It is a sign of control. Of dominance. Of power.
I know I am a god alpha. Perhaps that is why I never thought to put these musings into words. As it comes naturally to me that any hole presented to me is mine to take.
That is my last curious note and thought that emerged as I laid back, my cock nursed and suckled on, and listening to your podcast, fag. The topic should be done and dusted as you said.
I’m not sure how to react to the idea that Master Jase is listening to the podcast while getting his dick worshiped by multiple fags. I’m humbled! That seems like an awful lot of multitasking, but Master Jase is more than capable enough to walk, chew gum, rub his belly, and rule the world!
I’m glad that Master Jase and I agree on this issue of straight Alpha owners of faggots. True, he and I tend to agree on most things because we have both experienced the truth of hierarchy for ourselves.
I thought it was revealing to hear Master Jase admit that he’s never really thought about these issues before. Honestly, why would he? He’s so busy conquering and commanding legions of inferiors that little extra time exists for such meditations. But once he was able to stop and consider it, he drew similar conclusions!
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!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This site publishes a lot of very hot content everyday, but I never viewed its purpose as simply a porn site. I wanted a site that searches for the truths in hierarchy, the real-life applications of hierarchical principles, and the true stories of people seeking and finding fulfillment. Sometimes those stories are triumphant, while other times just hot, and still other times excruciatingly sad. I’ve never flinched from telling the truth, nor have I censored that truth even when under tremendous pressure to do so.
Censorship prevents us from finding the truth about our world, as well as the truth within ourselves.
So when Queen Sophie wrote to me about her dominant 15-year-old Alpha son Lucas, I didn’t turn away from the deeper truths the story revealed. Instead, I worked with Sophie (and later on, Master Lucas) as we explored the origins of his need to dominate females and inferior males.
In the long run, Sophie rejoiced in the revelation that her growing son was truly born to be a King, and she felt blessed beyond words that she was privileged to bear him. She knew there was something uncommonly special about Master Lucas, but it wasn’t until she came here that she found the complete answer.
Again, the knowledge of truth breeds purpose and fulfillment!
To that end, I received a nice long letter from Queen Sophie the other night. In it, she expressed a desire to tell me the story of her life that was groomed and shaped by the multiple powerful Alphas around her. I think you will see why such a story is important in our overall understanding of hierarchy.
My good sam the faggot,
I’ve been pondering lately about telling you a little bit about my own story. I hesitated to do so, because I figured you were mainly interested in Lucas’s progress and might not really care about a woman’s feelings and points of view. But I would like to confide in someone who understands hierarchy and alpha males. I don’t really have any questions to ask or advice to seek, but it would do me good to talk about it.
First of all, I must say that my respect for men – real men, the rare ones who combine the qualities of leader, protector, and provider – comes first and foremost from my father and my older brother, the first two men in my life. I saw my mother take care of them with great devotion and love. And they deserved it. They were great gentlemen, with quiet authority, strong, smart, brave and powerful but also kind and generous, true knights. They always were very protective and very supportive of me, they encouraged me to excel in my studies and in everything I did. Their joint deaths in an accident ten years ago is the great tragedy of my life.
I must admit, most of the males I have known in my life have always paled in comparison to these two manly role models whom I adored and whose memory I cherish. You’ll probably be exasperated to read this, my good sam, but I’ve always felt comfortable confronting or even dominating most of the boys around me, still to this day at work where I have male subordinates. And I have no trouble considering myself a powerful and confident woman. But when I meet a man in whom I recognise the qualities of a true alpha male, both physical and moral, I know to show him respect.
Lucas’s father was one of those men. I met him when I was still a young student. He exuded confidence, authority, charisma and strength; all the girls were crazy about him. I was lucky enough that he took an interest in me out of all of the others and actively pursued me. For good form, I resisted his advances… for a very short time. He was both romantic and macho. I gave myself to him completely. I was obedient and deferential, especially in bed. And he rewarded me a hundredfold! All those orgasms… You can be sure that I took great care to thank him properly! I loved nothing more than his growls of pleasure when I would treat him.
But because contraception is not foolproof, I became pregnant with his child. And that’s where we diverged. He wanted us to stick to what we had decided, to not have children just yet. But I couldn’t bring myself to renounce this child. Long story short, he gave me an ultimatum and I decided to keep the baby, accepting that it meant the end of our relationship and that I would have to take on this choice on my own, without him. He moved away shortly before Lucas was born and we never saw each other again.
As you can imagine, I thought long and hard about the choice I made. I disobeyed an alpha male, a man I knew was my superior, whom I loved and adored. Out of feminine selfishness, perhaps, because my love for the child I was carrying already surpassed everything else. And I know what that choice cost me in terms of my love life. For a long time, I simply didn’t have the time or the headspace to look for a partner. And as time goes by, a single mother in her thirties has less and less chance of starting a new relationship. My punishment for defying hierarchy?
But I have never, ever regretted my choice. Lucas has been the sunshine in my life since he was born, and my family helped me a lot in the early years. Thanks to them, motherhood did not prevent me from successfully completing my education and starting my career. And you can imagine, my good sam, how quickly I was overwhelmed with pride and joy to detect in Lucas qualities similar to those of his father, his uncle and his grandfather. That’s when I mentioned it to a friend of mine, who directed me to your website. I would always love my son infinitely, no matter what, even if he were destined to serve better men, as you are, Sam, but knowing that he is on the path to the pinnacle of the hierarchy fills me with great happiness.
There you have it, that’s all I can tell you about myself, my good sam. I don’t know if it will interest you at all, but putting this part of my life into words made me feel better. I hope it won’t lower your opinion of me. I will check with Lucas if he has any interesting news he’d want to share with his loyal servant from the internet.
Warm regards,
Your Queen Sophie
Daughter, sister and mother of real men
I can’t really describe how my heart soared while reading this letter. It reads like an old Western in some ways, during a time when women were submissive and innately understood to obey the dominant Men in their lives. It was certainly a different time back then. Of course, Sophie is a modern woman with a good job and lots of responsibilities. So what makes her outlook so different from the women around her?
The important influence of true Alphas throughout her life! But not just that … it was also Sophie’s deep, natural respect for hierarchy that was honed through years of witnessing it in her life!
Those forces shaped Sophie into the perfect vessel to bring Master Lucas into the world!
It’s truly a tragedy that Sophie’s Alpha ex (notice how respectfully Sophie still addresses him!) will never see what his Alpha genes created when combined with the Alpha genetics Sophie carries! And how horrifying that he wanted Master Lucas destroyed before his birth! How infinitely senseless that would’ve been! It’s like the ultimate disrespect for Alpha heritage!
Yet Sophie thought only of her hierarchical duties (even though she wasn’t conscious of them!) to carry Master Lucas to term, and then raise him with hierarchical values taught to her by her Alpha father and brother! Driven purely by instinct, she unwittingly shaped a truly powerful young King who increases in power every day!
I chuckled adoringly to myself when I read Sophie’s humble question: “My punishment for defying hierarchy?” No, Queen Sophie … there is no punishment for what you’ve done. Instead, there are only blessings and praise for your choices. A new generation will be led by your radiant Alpha son. He will be a light to all … but especially for the dutiful, faithful mother who saved him and raised him to be a King!
