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!
There has been a lot of brouhaha over THIS QUESTIONS FROM READERS in which a reader complained about my longstanding belief that there is no appreciable difference between straight and gay Alphas. Like some other issues such as chastity or findom, my position on this issue has evolved over time as I’ve been exposed to other opinions. I certainly didn’t feel straight and gay Alphas were equal when I first started the site in 2015. I’ve just known too many powerful gay God Alpha to ignore the evidence.
One of those powerful gay God Alphas is Master Jase. In fact, he might be one of the most powerful Alphas on EARTH, straight or gay. And I knew as soon as I published that QFR that Master Jase would eventually have something to say.
I wasn’t wrong:
Jake sent this to me. Jake himself is bisexual, but he knows that I am a gay Alpha and asked how I feel about this reader’s post. I pity the reader’s ignorance, fag Sam. He believes that gay men are attracted to straight men because of submission. He doesn’t understand that powerful gay alphas, such as myself, are the opposite.
I am attracted to masculine men because I love to break them. To dominate them. To show that my power and strength is above theirs. My attraction is one fueled by the need to have all that masculine confidence under my control.
The reader doesn’t know how many straight Alphas have sunk their asses onto my cock. How many I have pinned and rutted inside. How many I have cunted wide and taken my seed. How many I have transformed and made into better versions of themselves. Their girlfriends and wives too, I have fucked and made into absolute wastes. It is no comparison to the passion I feel from dominating other men, however. If I wish, I could have knocked up and bred a legion of superior sons and daughters. As it is, I will always keep trying with my circle of sluts and fags. Constantly breeding them deep, hoping to catch seed with my potent cum.
The reader, I don’t doubt is an Alpha. But he needs to learn to not be so close-minded and understand that there are god Alphas of all types, sizes, ethnicities, strengths, and yes, sexualities.
There really is nobody quite like Master Jace. In fact, his perspective is almost too skewed to give a wholly-relatable answer because he is the prototypical example of what I’ve often called the omnivorous Alpha. There are simply some Alphas to whom rules descriptors cannot be applied. Master Jase consumes all flesh equally and at his whim.
So to Master Jase, this argument of straight Alphas vs. gay Alphas is the catty bitching of inferiors, white noise drowned out by wails of the cunted rabble he leaves in his wake.
In fact, it’s God Alphas like Master Jase that really convinced me that, at least at a certain power level, there is absolutely no difference between straight and gay Alphas. I’ve intimately known and met God Alphas (both straight and gay), and they all want the same thing: ultimate power. It’s expressed in different ways, but the end result is always the same.
I’ve heard a lot of differing opinions from people about that DFR the other day. It’s been a healthy conversation. But ultimately, I defer to Alphas like Master Jase, true leaders who see the clearest perched at the top of the hierarchy!
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!
During my update on Master Anthony’s current situation and how he spent his 23rd birthday with his faggot Fabien, Master Anthony tossed off a hint about how he was in the process pf enslaving a teacher in one of his college classes.
Now, to Master Anthony such an occurrence is no big deal. It’s literally what happens with him every day of his blessed life. This teacher is only a few years older than Master Anthony, but Master Anthony’s God Alpha power doesn’t recognize age or position. It only knows conquering and dominance and glory.
Here is Master Anthony’s latest conquest:
OK I’m going to tell you my story with that teaching assistant, cause it’s becoming really good 😉 The guy is named Daniel, he’s a new teacher in his late twenties who recently got his PhD and whom I see every Monday in a small advanced class.
To make everything clear, I should point out that in France (I don’t know how it is elsewhere), students address the teaching assistants formally, calling them Sir, while they call us by our first names, and both sides use the formal “vouvoiement” form of address (rather than the informal “tutoiement“).
From the beginning of the year with Daniel, we developed a special relationship because I am his best student (obviously) and he soon had a soft spot for me. He often praises me in front of everyone in class, speaks kindly to me and such. Often in class, I take off my shoes to be comfortable just wearing socks, or put my feet up on the empty chair in front of me. Daniel never said anything to me, and I even noticed him sometimes glancing interestedly at me and my feet.
One day, when he asked us to hand in an assignment by the following week, I interrupted him to say, “I’ll hand it in the week after that, it’s more convenient for me.” He smiled and replied, “Okay, fine, as a special exception, because it’s you!” When I gave him my homework two weeks later, he repeated, “I made an exception for you this once, okay?” I beamed and said “Yeah, cause I’m exceptional!” “Sure thing!” he friendly answered.
In December, as the holidays approached, I went to see him alone at the end of class. I said, “Well done on your classes, Daniel, you’re a very good teacher, we learn a lot with you.” I could see that he was a little surprised that I used his first name, but he didn’t mention it. He was obviously delighted by my praise. “Thank you, Anthony! It’s easier with a brilliant student like you!” I told him that I would like to explore a particular topic in more depth, that I wanted to send him an additional essay for him to evaluate and help me improve, and of course he agreed. The following week, at the beginning of class, I said to him “I will email you my essay today. I want your feedback before the weekend, without fail!” He chuckled and nodded. He emailed back the very next day: “Here it is as requested. No fail! ;)”
When classes resumed in January, I went to see him at the end of class to ask him if he wanted to go for a drink. But this time, not only did I call him by his first name, I also used the informal tutoiement. After a second of surprise, he replied, “If you want, with pleasure!”, using tutoiement to me too. So I said to him, kindly but firmly, “I didn’t give you permission to say “tu” to me.” Then, with an uneasy chuckle, he jokingly said “Well, sorry, Sir“. So we had a drink in a bar not far from the university, and this time we were both using our first names… but I was using the informal “tu” form with him, and he was using the formal “vous” form with me! I was already relishing this reversal of power. I praised him genuinely, as I praise my underlings when they do a good job and satisfy me. “You’re a very good teacher. You’re going to help me to succeed.” “I’m very glad of it! That’s my purpose. To help a promising young man like you.” He spontaneously paid for my drink.
The following week, in class, while he was going over instructions that I already knew, I was talking to my classmate next to me. Daniel called out to me, “Hey, keep quiet in class, boys!” I stopped talking, but I glared at him throughout the rest of the class, and I could see that he was uncomfortable. At the end of class, I took my time leaving, and when we were alone, he came over to me. He said “Hey Anthony, sorry about…” I interrupted him. “Don’t talk to me like that ever again. Understood?” I could see he was startled and uneasy, but he did not protest, he quietly nodded. I patted him on the shoulder. “No hard feeling. See you next time.” The week after, I talked over him in class several times, and he didn’t say anything. I asked him out for a drink after class again. He was clearly delighted and relieved to be back in my good graces. And once again, he paid for my drink.
The latest twist: yesterday, after class, we walked together for a bit. I discreetly managed to undo my boot laces by stepping on them. As we were about to ways, I said to him “Hey, my bootlaces are undone! Tie them back up.” He was very confused. “What?” “You heard me perfectly well.” I said coolly. He stared at me for a moment, while I stood motionless and stern, then he looked around, slowly knelt down, and re-tied my bootlaces. He stood up and didn’t dare look me in the eye again! I said to him, “Good boy. See you next Monday!”
Here’s the situation right now! 😀 I must say, that’s even funnier that dominating my classmates and other boys my age. I feel like a cat playing with his prey! I really look forward to see Daniel next week!
Can you see how brilliantly Master Anthony captured Daniel? He started with testing Daniel with his feet, and then ramping up the tease with increasingly more brazen power plays until Daniel is likely too confused to even respond.
This is how it happens when a God Alpha recognizes a faggot-in-hiding that he wants to use in some way. He flushes the faggot out of its hiding place and then hunts it down! This is pure animal instinct.
I followed up by asking Master Anthony if he knew Daniel was a faggot from the beginning, and if he planned to fuck and breed Daniel eventually. He answered this way:
I didn’t immediately identify him as a faggot, but his quick and obvious admiration for me and his willingness to bend over backwards for my convenience quickly aroused my dominant instinct 😀 I wanted to test him out, and each time, I felt the impulse to go a little further. I’m absolutely enjoying the play, it reminds me of how Fabien slowly realized he belonged at my feet! LOL I intend of course to go as far as I can and I definitely will cum into Daniel at the end!
That is what we faggots are to Alphas like Master Anthony: playthings.
But playthings in the hands of a developing God Alpha like Master Anthony are safe … and cherished.
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!
You can access PART ONE of this series by CLICKING HERE.
Master Jase is not simply a God Alpha with impressive physical attributes (huge dick, bodybuilder musculature, and raging dominance), but he also possesses the mind of a scientist or skilled surgeon. His depth of understanding of hierarchy is as deep and as studied as anyone I’ve ever known. My consultations with him on the subject are deep and rich and infinitely rewarding.
Master Jase recently gave me a rare first class opportunity to peer into his mind and thought process as he extensively mapped out and executed a plan to mentor a young bisexual Alpha named Jake on how to cunt and own faggots.
In the first part we were introduced to Alpha Jake and his older faggot brother Tyler. Master Jase set up some of what was to come, but here we start to see Master Jase’s masterplan really take shape.
Update on training Jake as an emerging alpha and Tyler to be a well-cunted and trained fag. There is a routine whenever I visit. Jake has been present every session. He greets me by kneeling down, pulling out my god cock, and kissing the tip before worshipping and making love to my cock and balls.
Make no mistake, fag. Jake is still an alpha, and has the build, confidence, and quiet, masculine power you couldn’t fathom. Yet he knows his place as he leans his face against the immense weight of my cock dwarfing his face. Looking up at me with admiration and awe.
I won’t lie, fag. I have a deep urge to take over, grip him as I would my submissives, and reshape him sexually, but I resist. I know that day won’t be far where he, an alpha confident in his own ways, recognises the need and yearning to submit to his superior alpha.
Tyler, the faggot brother, is always by the side. I see the mixture of envy, disbelief, but above all, desire as he watches his younger brother surrender himself to my domination. I see how he bounces and twitches and flexes his back and body, as if imagining that it was his pussy and his mouth my massive cock was pillaging. When I deem Jake’s worship to be satisfactory, I hold Jake’s head still. He knows and gives me cock one final lick or kiss before standing up, and he always looks beautiful with his untrained, sore lips smeared in my pre, his spit and tears. His service over, I allow him to pull out his own cock.
We sit where we want, and I ask Jake about his feelings, answer questions, teach more about domination and submission or discuss different aspects of alphahood. The fag is acknowledged for the first time, as I order and gesture him to serve. We talk, and the slut sucks my toes, kisses and massages my leg muscles, gags and chokes himself on my cock, breathes deep under my heavy balls.
As of now, Jake is still exploring his own alphahood. He has leanings towards findom that I do not, he admires my brutality but knows that he cannot match me. I assured him that every alpha is unique and that surely his current sluts love how he controls them. You should see how proud he gets as he describes how he sexually and emotionally rules over his fags.
Jake is not uncomfortable seeing his brother serve me as we talk. In fact, he seems to revel in it with each visit. I told him not to touch his cock, but with the way his cock bounces, leaks, and visibly gets harder, I can tell he is very much into seeing his slut bro being used.
He is still banned from sexually using his brother. I know from our talks that he still admires his brother, but is now overlapping the fag imagery of his slut brother over that of the powerful built idol he remembers. At times, I turn Tyler so his pussy faces Jake, and I tell Jake to play with the plug that his fag bro uses to warm up his insides for my cock. One day, I will allow Jake to use and fuck his faggot brother. I am training Tyler for that day. But not yet.
I know it gives both Jake and the faggot a thrill when I end the discussion and haul up the fag’s massive muscled body with ease and carry him like a prize trophy into his room. One time, I directly thrust my giant cock into his pussy and carried him to his room, mounted and stuffed while he moaned and squirmed in my arms.
The cunting always last multiple hours. I am brutality, aggression, power, dominance. I do not muffle the fierce rutting, ensuring that Jake hears every second of the vigorous cunting. Recently I allowed to kneel at the doorway as I expertly fuck his once powerful brother. When I am done reducing the fag into a limp, ruined, gaping and seed-filled mess, before I leave, Jake again kisses and tastes my cock that had just dominated and savagely churned out his faggot brother.
Two days ago, Jake surprised me by having one of the guys he fucks at ready, next to his fag bro. Jake worships me nonetheless, but when we talk, he learns from me and has his own fag serving and worshiping his cock. He watches as we talk, mimicking me when I fuck his fag bro’s throat mercilessly, controlling the fag’s head to give him breath while making him breathe in my musk, smacking his fag’s face with his cock as I do, complimenting and commanding his fag when I call Tyler a ‘good boy’ or ‘suck harder bitch’, etc.
I could tell he had to ease off before he cums, when he would hold his fag’s head still and pant, but he had good control and lasted through our talk. I was impressed with how far he came, and with the look in his fag’s eyes and his noises, his fag was very appreciative of the more dominant nature of his master.
Cunting Tyler was even more virile, as I was pumped from witnessing the growth of Jake learning to use his fag. Slamming and crushing his body with my immense strength, jackhammering his reshaped pussy and breeding its gaped and ruined insides. As I use his dazed face to clean my cock, I hear from outside the distinct sounds of a cock rutting inside a pussy and the whimpering responses of a fag being well-fucked.
Jake doesn’t have my stamina or strength. I am incomparable in that regard. Nevertheless, he was able to continually fuck his own fag with breaks, no doubt spurred on by what he hears and knows happens in his brother’s room.
After I finish that session’s cunting and leave my fag blacked out, I exit and hear the squishing melody of lips servicing cock. Jake is spearing his fag’s throat, and as he sees me, still keeping his cock in his fag’s throat, bends down slightly and take my cock in his mouth. Just as routine.
I ruffle his hair, calling him my good boy. He moans around my cock in reply and thanks. I pulled his head up to meet my eyes with his and told him that next time, I’ll teach him how to cunt his fag. I’ve told him about it, but never demonstrated. I could see and sense Jake instantly relieving another load into his fag’s throat from the thought.
That will happen in two days time. I am eager to share with Jake the thrill and virility an alpha feels when he cunts a fag into that incomprehensible state of bliss all you faggots crave and desire.
This second phase of Master Jase’s plan to groom young Master Jake and teach him about the power of cunting is where things get really interesting. It’s a methodical approach, with each step used to help Master Jake accept and embrace the natural power he actually has!
I love that Master Jake was able to witness a true God Alpha at work. It helps him understand just how far he can really push fags in order to fulfill both himself and them. It reveals exactly what fags need in order to be obedient and centered.
But this is only the start. In the next part, Master Jase makes his next dramatic move with Master Jase that will teach Master Jake what cunting does within an Alpha hierarchy!
I wanted to express my opinion about the question you previously had about Gay VS Straight Alphas, and what type of Alphas was the more superior one.
In my humble opinion, the belief that Straight Alphas are superior to Gay Alphas is total utter bullshit, and quite frankly disrespectful to any Gay Alpha. To me, that belief stems from internalized homophobia about oneself, and eroticizes heterosexuality in a way that is completely separate from serving Alphas. Because someone thinks heterosexuality is “normal”, the homosexuality is deviant and abnormal, therefore inferior to heterosexual males. Which is again, bullshit.
I’ve seen comments saying Gay Alphas were inherently inferior because they had skin in the game, they had attraction to men, and could get attracted to Straight men too, meaning they were superior. The truth is, an Alpha sees getting served by a faggot completely separate from feelings or love. It has nothing to do with attraction, it is simply is innate right to be served and worshipped.
Faggots thinking Gay Alphas are inferior to Straight Alphas are simply bootlickers, and are disrespectful as a whole towards ALL alphas, just by questioning the alphahood of a certain subtype of Alphas.
Service isn’t about sexuality or attraction, it’s about DOMINANCE.
This topic has uncorked a torrent of responses since I published it a few days ago. I get all of the arguments, and I definitely understand yours.
I won’t add more to the fire right now, other than I’m more inclined toward your position (as I have been for many years), but the discussion will go on. I have more to publish on this, and will likely be my next podcast episode.
BTW: calling faggots “bootlickers” is almost redundant. LOL
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 23-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a long time since I’ve heard directly from Master Anthony, the French God Alpha and owner of my little brother Fabien. Over the last year or so Master Anthony has been enjoying his superior life in the best ways possible, traveling to various countries with his Alpha pack and stable of faggots in tow. He’s fucked countless females and bred fags too many times to track. It’s all a typical part of “Alpha ascension”.
Master Anthony just turned 23 years old the other day. Imagine being 23 years old and essentially worshiped everywhere you go! A faggot like me can’t even imagine it! Meanwhile, a 23rd birthday is just another day in a glorious like few Men can comprehend.
But my little brother Fabien wasn’t about to let Master’s special day pass without once more going above and beyond to please him!
Hey boy
A few news about my life, as I know you love it ! Last week was my 23th birthday. My slave had prepared a nice surprise for me. He had contacted several of my other stooges (from college or elsewhere) and of my bros’ servants (I think you know some of them, Clément and Basile). When I came out of my room, irritated that my house slave hadn’t brought me my breakfast, I found myself surrounded by fifteen boys kneeling in the living room! They all shouted, “GLORY AND HONOR TO MASTER ANTHONY, GOD AMONG MEN!” and bowed down! It was so funny! I walked past each of them to let them kiss my feet, and I distinguished some of them by putting my foot or hand on their heads. And Fabien sucked my cock in front of everyone! The envy on the faces of the others, OMG!
Of course, all those little whores were throat- and ass-fucked by me and my friends during our party all afternoon and evening! My best mate Henri wanted to throw my birthday party at his house (he lives in a house with his parents, who were away last weekend). It was super fun! There were a few beta boys from college, one of whom came with his girlfriend. He had to lick my feet while I kissed the girl and then while she sucked me off! I loved it! It feels so good to humiliate straight guys and make them accept my superiority! I can still see myself slumped in the chair, with Fabien massaging my back, the pretty girl’s mouth around my cock, and her “boyfriend” on the ground licking my toes! SO GOOD!
And Fabien is still as flawless as ever. He’s been bulking up lately, at my request. I decided to have him do workout and not just accompany me to the gym. He’s already good-looking, but I want a more muscular slave. I think it reflects well on me, and I feel powerful dominating a very masculine slave. Sometimes I randomly order him to do push-ups, and I count! I place my foot so that he kisses it with each push-up. I know it motivates him! LOL
Next time maybe I’ll tell you how I’m subduing a teaching assistant at the university! LOL Bye, fag!
I love how Fabien came up with the idea of surprising his Master by using a naturally-occurring resource within their circle: a stable of faggots! Having them all kneeling in submission to Master Anthony when he woke up was genius! How on earth can Master Anthony think of himself as anything other than a God Alpha given these kinds of displays of loyal worship?
Of course, I’ve long maintained that Alpha ascension really doesn’t happen without the assistance of a great faggot. This is especially true with straight Alphas like Master Anthony. A great faggot serves without issue, always loyal and forward-thinking, and cherishes even the smallest opportunities to please its Owner.
That describes Fabien perfectly. Unlike many selfish fags, Fabien gladly shares his Master with other faggots (even teaching them how to serve him!), or serving humbly as Master uses females for pleasure. Fabien does all of this work full of joy and appreciation, but also free of jealousy. That’s a huge trick few faggots pull off!
I love the detail Master Anthony added at the end about transforming Fabien’s body. That shows Master Anthony is taking a vested interest in creating a faggot that reflects his own superiority. After all, a God Alpha shouldn’t be served by unappealing faggots, right?
Master Anthony is one of my favorite Alphas because he approaches his superiority casually and seems to truly love owning faggots as part of his growing kingdom. It’s such a privilege to be a part of that kingdom!
As the title suggest, I think the Super Bowl is a good thing for faggots because during the show I was invited to the party and there were two stray guys that we knew and one that I didn’t and two other fellow fags and one thing we all notice was the guys were naked semi hard all the time we were told to stay between their legs all the time I got the new guy reason why is because I was told he was really rough and during the halftime shows we would be forced to slobber and serve those cocks. Of course, I made a mistake of looking at my master for once and he smacked me hard across the face and told me not to look in my eyes fag Now I see why I got stuck with the new guy
Anyway, his team started losing and he got pissed really pissed and instead of letting him yell yelling scream always said was when you’re pissed off come fuck the faggot He did and I won’t lie I kind of liked how he hit me how he made me feel like I was worthless and we both came pretty hard, hands-free orgasm. Imagine that.
Anyway, do you think the Super Bowl is a good thing for us fags because we get to be put to use Sam for a long time I used to think that you were wrong about us and now I’m trying to realize I was wrong. I enjoy getting used I enjoy being pissed on. I enjoy just almost all of it.
Thanks for the question!
Yes, of course the Super Bowl (or any other Alpha-oriented gathering) is great for faggots. Even if we aren’t used sexually, it’s still wonderful to be able to be useful in times like that.
Speaking of which, I was at a huge bar watching the game with a large group, and my black straight Alpha friend Matt actually let his wife and kids go home. When I asked him why, he said he didn’t need her there to serve him when I’m there to do it. So that’s what I did, getting his drinks and food, cleaning up after him, etc.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a gay marriage that has blossomed into a hierarchical union between a faggot named Dean and his husband. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I think Dean the faggot and his (now) husband/Master is the first time I’ve chronicled a former couple reorganize themselves into a proper Alpha/faggot dynamic in real time. Typically I enter at some point after it’s happened, or still needs to happen.
This is good because we can observe the shifting dynamics and see the adjustments happen “live” so we can learn what must occur to make a successful, healthy transition.
Dean has done an excellent job so far in surrendering to the released power of his Alpha husband. There was never any doubt about where this was eventually headed, but it happened quicker than I thought due to unexpected help from Master’s work mates.
I wanted to update you about everything that happened this month. Since my Master-Husband caged me I have been very obedient and respectful of the rules he set for me. Having only my pussy as a sexual organ has improved our sex, as I am not concerned anymore with touching my dicklet and I can fully focus on his needs.
My Master-Husband has also became more confident in acknowledging his role in public. He was out for some drinks with some of his straight work colleagues, and when talking about their partners, he shared that I started serving him. He told me that they were all drunk but that he was surprised how none of the other guys were shocked. One of them actually said: “I never understood how it worked without a woman, happy to hear that you lost a husband but gained a wife”. Some days later, another of the straight colleagues that were in that conversation told him that he wanted to talk in private and revealed that he is a straight Alpha owning several faggots. My Master-Husband was delighted to have someone to share knowledge with and asked him if he could send one of his most experienced faggots to our home to teach me how to be the perfect slave.
This is how I met Ryan, a faggot in his thirties with a mullet, plumpy lips and a very feminine body. He came home one weekend to teach me some tricks: positions to practice my arch, resting poses that show my submission while keeping my pussy accessible, ways to greet alphas…
Ryan was incredibly patient with me and his advice was very helpful but at the same time it also made me feel a bit insecure. I could see that my Master-Husband was eating him with his eyes. He often stepped in during the training so that both Ryan and me could practice our positions in front of him and licked his mouth several times looking at Ryan.
It was such an obvious situation that we talked about it immediately after Ryan left. He said that we were no longer in a traditional marriage and that although I would always be his husband, it’s in his nature to have more than one faggot and it would happen eventually. I agreed. He added that Ryan was owned by his friend but that he had said that he could use it sometimes to get a taste of the full hierarchy experience.
From reading the experiences of other faggots on your website I knew that this moment would come sooner or later but now that it’s happening I can’t help feeling scared… Although I know that in the long term it will be beneficial for our relationship.
Love,
Dean
First of all, how awesome is it that Dean’s Master-husband found Alphas at work who were totally supportive of his move with Dean? Even better, he found a straight Alpha who also owned faggots! That helps!
(And let this be yet another reminder that straight Alphas own/use faggots much more than anyone realizes!)
As far as this uncomfortable situation with the faggot Ryan, I’m sure Dean might’ve preferred something a little different (especially the way Ryan seemed to be leering). However, I look at it as the equivalent of tearing off a Band-Aid. We all know it’s coming, so just get it over with.
I applaud Dean’s Master for being so bluntly honest about everything. That’s how I know (and Dean should know) everything’s going to be alright. This expansion of Master’s power is natural and necessary, and as his faggot Dean should be thankful. Every faggot wants to see their Master grow stronger.
Honestly, adding more faggots only makes Dean’s position better. I know that sounds counter-intuitive, but it’s true. The more fags there are, the more the Master appreciates his first fag. You can ask Fabien about that, for example.
I’m so grateful to Dean for sharing this development! I hope his Master gets to read this and appreciate what a good boy he owns!
Hi Sam, Recently I came across some of your posts on X where you claimed that Straight Alphas say gay Alphas are below them in the hierarchy. I’ll start by saying that I agree with them. I truly believe that Straight Men are superior and that gay Alphas are below any Straight Man, but that’s not the main point. Even if we want to indulge the idea that gay Alphas could be equal to Straight Men, or even Straight Alphas, because of how they treat others and how they act, it’s clear as day that they don’t get respected by Straight Men simply because they are gay. The hierarchy is a social pyramid based mainly on sexual power, and the fact that gay Alphas, as gay males, could potentially be attracted to a Straight Man gives them a natural weakness and makes them inferior to a Straight Man, let alone a Straight Alpha, because the Straight Man holds power over the gay Alpha. To me, that doesn’t mean gay Alphas don’t exist, but rather that they are below Straight Men. We can see this everywhere, the number of dominant “Alpha” tops who have confessed that they would submit to real men, meaning Straight Men, is astounding. I’m not judging them, actually, I support this. I just don’t understand how you can believe they are equal to Straight Men or even Straight Alphas. Part of me wants to understand you and believe you, but I just can’t see that.
Thank you for the question/observation!
I’m not going to argue, because you make a salient point here. I would be inclined to agree with you based on that reasoning.
I remember back in the very early days of this site my pyramid looked significantly different. In that version I split the triangle down the middle, with one side a shade darker than the other to denote the gay versions of each level. After a significant amount of pressure from many including gay Alphas (for homophobia, no less!), I altered it. So you can see from my past stances that I’m not traditionally far off from your conclusion within myself.
I do think procreation itself is an argument for a lowered status for gay Alphas, but your additional reasoning makes a good case even stronger. However, I do think it’s more of a case of adjustment within Alpha hierarchy as opposed to an adjustment to the entire pyramid.
I’m happy to entertain more thoughts on this! Thanks again!
Continuing our ongoing series of investigative reports titled “DUH!” is this video by Dr. Joe Kort about the reasons why straight Men have sex with other males.
Dr. Kort is correct, although I think his conclusions are skewed by those he sees as patients because those are the ones seeking help from him about past abuse. That’s why he starts discussing straight Men who seek to be topped (in my chart, they’d be classed as “beta-sub”) rather than straight Men who want to fuck and get sucked.
This kind of research bias is why hierarchical truth flies under the radar of most scientific studies. They’re biased and looking in the wrong places.
This site contains more than ten years of in-depth data and personal testimony from straight Men on the uses of faggots, as does X and other places. This foundational hierarchical truth about straight Men and Alphas is irrefutable, but sadly still overlooked even by someone as well-versed in the subject as Dr. Kort.
Straight Alphas have always used faggots, and always will as long as this world continues. I don’t need science to tell me what I’ve experienced my whole life!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This is the second part of this story. CLICK HERE to read the first part!
In the previous post we learned that straight Master Vinicius finally decided to use his long-term friend and faggot Felipe sexually. When he first found out the truth about Felipe being a fag, he swore he wouldn’t use Felipe sexually because, as he said, he’s not interested in that. Frankly, this is justifiably the position more straight Alphas have regarding sex with males. After all, there is no natural attraction to another male.
But something this site has consistently taught and documented over the years is this fundamental truth: straight Alphas are turned on by POWER and WORSHIP, and that overrides any other concern they might have about gay sex.
That’s because sex between a straight Alpha and a faggot isn’t about sexual attraction, but rather, it’s about pure domination. That kind of power is its own aphrodisiac.
Needless to say, Master Vinicius was literally and figuratively blown away by the worshipful blowjobs Felipe gave him, and the surge of unconquerable power he felt charged through him like a lightning strike. He knew he needed to actually claim Felipe completely.
He decided to finally fuck and breed his first faggot!
I prepped Master Vinicius beforehand on the fruits of complete faggot ownership, as well as how to cunt a faggot and the importance of it. I had to act quickly, because it was clear a tsunami of lust was surging in Master Vinicius, and this was going to happen sooner than later!
Then it happened. Here are Master Vinicius’s account of what transpired physically, metaphysically, and, most importantly, hierarchically:
As I told you I had my fag Felipe coming over to be my bitch for the evening as I watched the game. When he got to my place I told him to pour me a beer, put the rest in the fridge and set the snacks on a tray and bring me everything as I laid on the couch, in the boxers I had on the whole day. He brought everything and I told him to take off his clothes and kneel… But I wasn’t very fond of that sight. I don’t know, I didn’t feel comfortable seeing his little baby dick out in the wild. So I told him to go to the master bedroom and pick up a pair of panties from my wife’s drawer. He’s such a slut he picked a pair of red lace panties, a little see through on the front. His “dick” is SO SMALL it barely made a bulge. He actually looked like a girl from the waist down (he was fully shaved… I was impressed by that)
So picture this: me wearing a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers already hard standing up in front of him, wearing nothing but my wife panties facing down to the ground as I was drinking a nice cold beer HE paid for. Life’s good, Sam.
I wish I knew that before.
I told him to worship me and beg me to make him my whore and he went on and on about how he dreamed about it since he met me, that he wanted to be a good boy for daddy and make me proud for giving him this opportunity to serve me. I made him put his hands on the ground, behind his back as he was kneeling to give him some support, because I wanted to use his throat as a fleshlight. So I bent his head a bit, put both of my legs behind his back with his head between my legs – as if I was sitting on his chest – and I started fucking that throat. This bitch doesn’t seem to know what a gag reflex is, and I love this about him! I was forcing his head up and down on my cock and he was taking it like a pro! I have a big cock, around 20cm (you do the conversion to inches) and the only times he gagged were when I got his nose pressed against my crotch and I blocked it to prevent him from breathing… He got my cock so slobbered that I don’t think I would had needed to use lube to fuck him. But I told him to lube anyway and to lay on his back on the ground.
You see… When I decided to fuck him I had pictured him on all fours or riding me. But I wanted to see the look on his face as he finally got the meat he’s yearned for years. And I wanted him to look me in the eyes as I entered his pussy to make a statement in his little head: that from now on the only cock that matters is mine. And Sam, what a trip that was! As soon as the tip of my cock entered his hole my fag started crying. I asked if I was hurting him, but he said those were tears of joy. I don’t know if it was the sight of that grown up man wearing my wife panties with his tiny little dick hard and crying of joy for having my cock inside him or just the rush of power that struck me – maybe a mix of both – but I was DETERMINED to turn that hole into a huge gape.
I was fucking him HARD. Taking it all out and shoving it back inside, aiming for different parts of his hole and get it as stretched as possible – his hole was surprisingly tight for someone who’s been getting fucked for 25 years. I was slapping his face, punching him on the side of his ribs, spitting on his mouth… I even rubbed his small ball sack like we do with a woman’s clit. My fag was going nuts, trembling/shaking uncontrollably, saying things that didn’t even make any sense while begging me to get him pregnant. I LOST MY MIND WHEN I HEARD THAT! I strangled his neck with one hand and told him to beg me louder to impregnate his pussy. I read that link you sent me about cunting. I’m sure that’s what was happening. I’ve never seen someone so given to me like that. I increased the speed and I told him I was about to cum and demanded him to say he’s my bitch and I bred him. It was something else… Un-fucking-believable! I’ve had women losing their mind over me in bed, but I never seen someone getting so senseless like he got.
I took my cock out, had him kneeled again and told him to clean it up with his tongue while thanking me for breeding him. And he did it with the biggest smile on his face!
I laid back on the couch, turned the TV on because the game was about to start and had him bringing me another beer, the tray with the snacks and a broom. He brought everything to me and I told him to lay on his back on the ground.
I took the broomstick, a roll of silver tape that was inside the tv rack drawer and I taped both of his feet to the broomstick in a way he couldn’t move his legs to the sides. I told him to raise his legs as far as he could and I placed one edge of the snack tray on the broomstick and told him to grab the other edge of the tray. He was supposed to be the support for it as I watched the game. I didn’t wanna hear a word, that he should try his hardest not to let anything fall for as long as I wanted him to stay that way and that, if he behaved like a good fag, I might let him cum at the end of the evening. In case he couldn’t handle it anymore I’d let him off this duty if he said “Fogo”. (My team’s nickname)
He was SO SCARED it was actually funny, but also adorable in a way. I could see he didn’t want to let me down. And Sam… He tried! And he earned my respect. It took him roughly 20 minutes to tap out. Way more than I was expecting. Luckily, for him, my team had already scored a goal and we were winning a tough away game. I let him off the restraints but he had to stay on the ground, massaging/sucking my feet as I watched the game. When we scored the second goal I smashed his little dick so hard he let out a moan that reminded me of a girl. I never heard his voice so high pitched! But he screamed like a pig when the other team scored a goal and I decided to aim my frustration on his balls. I never knew that kicking someone in the nuts could be THAT relaxing… at least for me! LoL
Half-time came and I told him he could ride my cock as I answered some messages from my clients on my phone, but he was supposed to keep saying he’s my little girl and how much she loves my cock inside of her. Yes, I was referring to my fag in the feminine at this point. So, for around 20 minutes I had my fag riding my cock with my wife’s panties on, telling me how much my cock means to her as I had my phone in one hand answering my clients and playing with her tits with the other hand. And boy, she was perfect at it! I shot my second load by the time the second half was about to start.
I needed to piss, so I took my fag to the toilet with me, told her to hold my cock with her teeth and lips as I pissed. I cleaned my cock on her face, ordered to pick me another beer and I was back on the couch – and my fag back on the floor.
I don’t know what the fuck happened, but the other team scored 3 goals on the first 20 minutes of the second half and my team was behind the score by 2. I wasn’t happy at all about it, but I squeezed my fag’s small nuts so bad after the second goal that I felt bad for her when the 3rd came. I went to the master bedroom and picked up my wife’s vibrator, told my fag to lay on the couch on her back over my lap, legs wide open, and I used the vibrator in her ass like a stress relief tool… For me. I was aiming at my fag’s prostate the whole time. My neighbors might have heard the moaning. The human body is incredible, isn’t it? How can the stimulation on a specific spot make someone lose the sense of space and time?
I kept telling my fag I was pissed but it was because of the game. But she made me really proud. And that I wanted to start treating him like a girl, since his dick looks like an oversized clitoris and he has titties that could easily fill up a bra. My fag said she’s going to be my girl and as slutty as daddy wanted her to be. She even started talking with a different voice. She was such a good girl I told her she could cum… But only if she managed to do it hands free, because daddy was already stimulating her pussy and that’s how girls should cum. But she asked me to cum riding my cock instead of the vibrator. She had those needy puppy eyes and such a soft voice asking to cum riding her daddy that I couldn’t say no.
I got her riding my cock facing me. The other team had scored yet another goal so I was done with the match… The moment I was having with my fag girl felt much better. I got her to ride me and tell me how much she loved to serve me that evening, how much my cock meant to her and my fag girl gave me an Oscar winning speech of how amazing and life changing my cock is. That I wasn’t only her master, but her king, her god. That from now on my cock is her religion and that getting my cum is her sacred communion, that every drop of anything produced by my body is holy to her: my cum, my sweat, my spit, my piss… She was saying all of that while looking me in the eyes, hands behind my neck, my heavy breathing against hers. I ordered her to cum. I gave her a 60-second count down. I didn’t even got to the 40s and she squirted all over my stomach while thanking me for being so kind to let her cum.
I had her cleaning the mess she made with her tongue then I shot my 3rd load on her face. I used my foot to spread my cum all over it and told her to clean my foot too.
And just like that other night I told my fag to clean everything while I took a shower, to wash my wife’s panties and get the fuck out of my place before I was done showering because my boy could be back home any minute then and I didn’t want them to run into each other.
Sam… I’m really playing with the idea of turning my fag into a girl when I want to get worshipped and serviced.
It was my first time fucking someone who isn’t a woman and, Sam… I stand corrected. You were right all along.
Absolutely astounding!
I love the analytical side of Master Vinicius’s brain being blown apart by the overwhelming experience of fucking and breeding his first faggot. His entire being was transformed into a raging beast of pure power and dominance, a point beyond the usefulness of words and rational thought. This makes sense, because all ascended Alphas can tap into that pure animal id because they’ve come to accept the natural use of faggots!
Once again, I commend Felipe for being such a good faggot and performing admirably as Master Vinicius thoroughly (and roughly) used him! So proud of my brother!
But I wanted to touch on the fact that Master Vinicius did, in fact, cunt Felipe on his very first try! For a straight Alpha, cunting their first faggot is almost as wondrous as what the faggot experiences. As Master Vinicius mentioned, he watched his faggot’s body shudder and his faggot’s face go slack and delirious, and it was something so intensely powerful that it made him need to pump his load deep into Felipe’s new pussy.
No matter how well Master Vinicius fucks his wife, he’s never going to experience TRANSFORMATION like that because of the power of his cock! Master Vinicius’s cock RULED this encounter, striking like a weapon and penetrating even the psyche of his new faggot. This is what Alpha cock does! It’s more than just a tool to fuck and breed things. It alters people, forcing them to submit and surrender to true Alpha power!
There is nothing stopping Master Vinicius now. He’s moved beyond the cares of unenlightened Men, ascending above them and clothed with glory. He can own anyone he wants now. If he wants a harem of female and faggot slaves worshiping him day and night, it’s all possible.
His God Alphahood is assured. He’s picked the lock and opened the gates to a Kingdom made just for him!
Thank you, Master Vinicius and his faggot, Felipe!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
For more than ten years I’ve been consistently preaching one fairly controversial message: straight Alphas use faggots sexually and remain straight. In fact, the original name of this site as registered in 2015 was FagsWorshipStraights.Tumblr.com. I had served so many straight Alphas in my life that I wanted to teach people this fundamental hierarchical truth.
I received a lot of pushback for a lot of years (I’m still getting it), but again and again through this site I have instead raised an irrefutable mountain of evidence proving this truth. I’m unassailable in this regard. Do you have any idea how many straight Alphas tried using faggots because of this site and discovered I was right?? I don’t even know, but it’s A LOT of them.
Master Vinicius is the latest straight Alpha to become exposed to this site’s message after his longtime friend Felipe admitted that he was a faggot and directed him to this site. And Master Vinicius warned me in one of our earliest conversations that he would never use a faggot sexually no matter what I said to him.
And I just smiled. You see, I know the power of hierarchy better than any straight Alpha. They can protest all they want, but in the end I know the POWER will move them more than their fears and paranoia.
So the other day Master Vinicius started asking me questions about how in theory he might approach Felipe in order to in theory try using him as a cocksucker.
But I didn’t give Master Vinicius theories. I gave him facts.
I gave him the truth … and the truth set him free:
So Sam… Here’s what happened.
I went over to my fag’s place using my emergency key, he was lying on the couch and I immediately told him to get up and get close to me. I gave him the first slap of the evening in his face. “Do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he said he didn’t. Slap number 2. I ordered him to take off his shorts and be only in his undies and with his shirt on. He did it. Slap number 3. “I’m gonna ask again: do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he asked if I was there to use him and… Slap number 4. “Only idiots answer a question with another question. What’s the correct answer?” And he said “You’re here to use me, Sir.” I said good boy and gave him the slap number 5. Then I gave him a wedgie and told him to get me a glass of cold water, a bowl I could put my feet in filled with warm water, a towel and nail clippers.
As he ran to get all of that I sat on his couch and started looking for something interesting to watch on the tv.
He got back, gave me the glass of water, put the bowl in front of me with the towel around his neck while the water was heating on the stove. I ordered him to kneel.
I told him to get my underwear I gave him this morning, he picked it up and I put it over his head, with the bulge part against his nose. By that time the water was already warm enough to pour into the bowl and I ordered him to get it.
When he came back and the bowl was filled I said “You’re starting tonight by washing my feet and massaging it. Then you’ll clip my nails. You’re not allowed to say a word unless spoken to. I have a lot to talk to you. Understood?” – “Yes, sir”
Then I went on and on about how I got very pissed and disappointed at him for talking about me to strangers online and having it published. But I said his luck was that he did that with you, and that I’ve been chatting with you lately. I told him you’re a VERY intelligent person, very eloquent and well versed in this hierarchy matter. So much that I got a boner reading one of your emails. That chatting with you made me realize that my cock does deserve to be worshipped. I told him we’re not friends anymore. But I decided to still keep him in my life because you, Sam, opened my eyes to the things I can get from him that no other women is capable to provide me. And that I got that boner because of the rush of power I had. And that I decided to give him one chance to finally prove himself he can be completely useful under our new dynamic – and one chance only.
By that time he had already finished washing and clipping my nails and he was just massaging my feet. I was already only with my underwear on. It was a fun sight, since he had my dirty underwear covering his face and he didn’t even notice I was barely clothed.
“Do you want to take this chance you’ve been waiting for 20 years, fag” – “Yes, Sir. I’ll do anything” – good.
I told him to dry my feet and approach. Got him kneeled between my legs and shoved his head on my crotch (with two pairs of underwears between his nose and my junk – the one on his face and the one I was wearing) and I told him to tell me his case, and it should be a very convincing speech.
He said something to the lines of “I’ve always knew I was a faggot and you’re an alpha. I was afraid the day you realized this would never gonna come. Out of all the men in the world you’re the one who deserves to enjoy this power the most. You changed so many peoples lives, you always guided people around you, you literally saved my life a few times and I’ve always been grateful to be around you, because you make feel safe being what I’m meant to be… Even if you didn’t know about it before. And now that you do I would be honored to show you new heights to your power and make you feel like the God you are.”
That “God” part REALLY got me hard right there, Sam.
I told him to take my underwear off his face and stare at my hard rock bulge. His eyes were shinning like a kid on Xmas day. I asked him “What are you?”, he said “I’m your faggot, Sir!”, I asked “And what am I?” He said “The greatest man I’ve ever seen. You’re my God, sir!”
Sam, my cock was throbbing already. Not in a million years I’d imagine something like this would happen. And you were spot on when you said that I got that erection from your email because of the feeling of power I had.
I told him to get some lube. He ran to his bedroom and brought it to the living room, handed to me and went back on his knees. I told him to turn around and put his head on the floor and his ass up. I pulled his undies back to normal, ripped the back just enough to get access to his hole, put some lube on it and told him to turn around facing me. He was losing his mind. He was shaking, dripping sweat. I could see he was nervous. I told him to calm down, that I wouldn’t do anything to harm him not anything he didn’t want me to do anyway. “Ok, boy?” – “Yes, sir!”
Then I gave him another slap and asked how many times have I slapped him already. He’s such a good boy that he immediately said “Six times, Sir! One on each cheeck, Sir!” – I smiled, said he’s a good boy and told him to try and ride my right foot. He didn’t hesite. Though he didn’t manage to get all my toes in, I’m proud of him anyway. You see… My feet are size 14. And my big toe if probably bigger than his little baby dick.
I let him ride my feet as I put my cock out and told him to jerk and admire it. If a meteor hit us at that moment I don’t think he would notice. He was COMPLETELY hypnotized. He was playing with its head, my pubes, my heavy balls… Drooling in lust to put it inside his mouth. And I’m not saying that figuratively , he was ACTUALLY drooling without noticing. It was the first time in my life I’ve seen someone so mesmerized by my hard cock. Not even my wife was ever like this.
I told him he could start worshipping my cock with his mouth.
He started on the head, playing with his tongue. Then started sucking it and without me even ask him he put the whole thing down his throat and started fucking it. It took a while until he started having gag reflexes. At one point he did something I’ve only seen in porn… My cock was down his throat, his nose was on my pubes and he managed to put part of his tongue out to lick my balls at the same time. I didn’t know it was possible! It felt AMAZING.
It was already the best blowjob I ever gotten! And he even forgot he had my toes inside his ass! Hahaha
Then he asked me permission to talk. I said yes. He asked permission to give me a surprise, but to do that he needed to get up for a second. I was so caught up in the moment that I said sure.
He got up, went to the kitchen and I heard him saying “Sir, do you mind if I ask you to close your eyes for just a sec?” To which I said ok, but hurry.
He came back, started riding my foot again and started sucking my cock again… But I felt his mouth icy and warm and wet at the same time. It was a weird but AMAZING feeling and I asked him if he had an ice cube in his mouth and he put his tongue out to show me 3 black halls drops.
DISCLAIMER: I know in the us you guys buy Halls drops for cough/throat. Here in Brazil that’s a Candy. And I’ve heard a lot about people using it to give oral sex.
That little motherfucker got me NUTS swallowing my cock with those halls drops inside his mouth. He was deepthroating, putting both of my balls in his mouth, sucking my head like a baby on a pacifier… But it was when he started licking my frenulum with that hot/icy/wet tongue while rubbing my head with one hand and massaging my balls that I admit I lost control. While he was doing that he kept saying that my body is a shrine and my cock is the God he worships. That my cock rules his life from now on if he is considered worthy of it. That he was in heaven being able to do what he had dreamed of for years and years and kept asking me if he was being a good boy. He had tears of happiness scrolling down his eyes.
Sam… All I could do was grunt, moan and breathe heavily. Nobody EVER got me like that only for giving me head. Actually… “Giving head” is not a good enough definition for what that faggot did.
I told him I was close to shoot my load… And he didn’t change his pace one bit. He started licking my frenulum with what he had left from one of the drops on his tongue and trying to say “please, daddy… Give me your God load!” and when he felt my cock was swelling up and about to cum he deep throated himself again, nose on my pubes, tip of his tongue on my balls and my juice exploded direct into his throat. He hold it there for, idk, 20 second. Then started to slurp it out.
Honestly, Sam. I think I haven’t came THAT HARD since I got my wife pregnant.
He sat more firmly on my foot and just looked at me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. My face was probably of disbelief, I ain’t lying. I’ve NEVER experienced something like this before. Then he said 5 magic words: “I love your cock, Sir!”
I told him to get up and bring me another glass of water as I was trying to recompose myself. He came back with the water and kneeled and put his head down.
Sam. I had to take a few moments to admire that sight and make sense of what just happened.
You were completely right on every word you said. I could NEVER have a woman giving a treatment like that. Not treatment… Worship.
I told him to look at me and got close to him. As I reach for his face he threatened to flinch for a millisecond but I said “Don’t worry. I’m not giving you the 7th slap” instead I rubbed his head and told him I was really proud of him. And that he aced the one chance he had. I was so proud that I don’t think I’m letting Flavio getting near him again. He can’t appreciate a worship like that. This faggot is mine. As he always been.
Full disclosure: I warned Felipe that I thought Master Vinicius might be ready to use his throat, so he was able to have those Halls cough drops ready. LOL
Brothers, this is how we win every time. We submit completely to the awe and majesty of our straight Alphas and we worship them in ways that never ever occur to females. We blow their minds in addition to their cocks until there is no doubt in their minds that they need to keep using us.
Felipe went above and beyond in order to thoroughly satisfy Master Vinicius, leaving him with a feeling he’d never quite experienced so acutely before: God Alphahood.
And the most revelatory part: Master Vinicius was still STRAIGHT, but changed in the most extraordinary way. You see, his sexuality didn’t change … but he began his ascent to levels of power other straight Alpha deny themselves. What a shame!
But Master Vinicius wasn’t done! Just like any powerful Man who has achieved some intoxicating level of wealth and glory, Master Vinicius wanted to drink more from the wellspring of hierarchical power!
He ordered his faggot to write of their second encounter:
I got to serve Master Vinicius again! He called me saying he was almost done at the gym we have here, that he wanted me to go downstairs with a fresh towel for him. I immediately went down and he was leaving the gym, I gave him the towel and he told me to follow him to the elevator. When we got there he gave me back the towel and told me to sniff it as we were going up. He said his wife will be out for a couple of days and asked if I thought was fair that he had to release his stress by himself. I said of course not. And we got into his place.
He told me to make him his protein shake and load the washing machine with the laundry on the baskets from the master bathroom and the second bathroom. So I did. When I finished all of that he said I had the machine’s cycle time to suck him dry. He was still smelling from the gym. I CAN’T PUT INTO WORDS HOW GREAT HE SMELLED!!! I started sucking him and he kept telling me to say how great his cock is and how much I love it – like I needed an excuse to do that… He said he’s gonna use me all these days his wife is not around. Not to get my hopes up about him fucking… Yet. He said he does want to fuck me and is going to do it eventually, but I’ll know when he’s ready. I teared up a bit, not gonna lie. I felt very emotional. Then he shoved his cock way down my throat and gave me a head lock on my neck, I couldn’t move and barely breathe. And he got me like that as he finished his protein shake.
I got to suck his dick, lick his balls, his armpits, his chest… It was like I was given the gift of cleaning his sweat with my tongue. It felt AMAZING!
When he was just about to cum he told me to stop sucking and just stare at his cock and balls to see how a real man cums… And he came on his foot and made me to lick it clean. Sam… I’m not into feet AT ALL. But it felt A-MA-ZING!
By then the machine was done and he told me to hang up the clothes and do the dishes in sink while he had a shower. And that I was supposed to leave as soon as I finished it because he didn’t wanna see me when he left the shower. So I ran to do that and came back home.
Btw: as I was sucking him he prohibited me from jerking off (he knows I’m a gooner) and that I’m gonna know when I’m allowed to cum – but gave me no details about it, so I’m kind of in the dark. But I won’t question it. He knows what’s best for me.
Incredible!
We see so many elements in these encounters that I’ve discussed for years, natural laws straight Alphas understand and utilize when using a faggot (like denying Felipe masturbation while serving, or making Felipe lick his cum off his feet) because they come from the very heart of all straight Alphas. They all want the same worship, the same service, the same honor, respect, and awe.
And only faggots give straight Alphas exactly what they crave!
So once again, the hierarchical truth contained on this site has changed a life, this time a powerful straight God Alpha named Master Vinicius. And our world is better for it!
BUT WAIT: This is only PART ONE! Just wait until you hear what happened NEXT!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of Felipe, a faggot from Brazil who is helping an Alpha friend Vinicius raise his young Alpha son. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The last time we had an update on the developing story of Felipe and his longtime friend and now Master Vinicius, Felipe had finally revealed his true identity as a faggot, and Master Vinicius dramatically took ownership of his former friend. As you might recall, Master Vinicius was willing to take ownership of Felipe as a domestic/worship faggot, but he had no interest in using Felipe sexually given that he’s a very straight, married Alpha with a young Alpha son.
So he had the idea to use Felipe that way, but turn over the sexual stuff to Master Flavio, the experienced straight Alpha who lives in his apartment complex.
I didn’t know much about Master Flavio, but incidental stuff I heard made me think he might be extreme. So when Master Vinicius told me of his plan, I got a little anxious for my brother Felipe. I also worried about what Master Vinicius might do if Master Flavio went too far.
So it wasn’t too long before Master Flavio decided to take advantage of Master Vinicius’s generosity.
Hi Sam. My head is melting…
I was on the couch watching TV and my front door opened… It was Master Flavio. He entered in a rush, told me Vinicius lent him the emergency key to my apartment because he wanted to celebrate their team’s win. He didn’t waste time, got me on all fours on the couch, shoved my head on the pillows, pulled down my pants, spat in my hole and he just started fucking me. I didn’t even have time to understand what the fuck was going on, my hole was hurting like crazy, I started crying a bit but he didn’t care. Luckily it was a quickie… Guess he had to come back home soon. Anyway. The fucking must had lasted about 10 minutes. At least he wasn’t taking it all out and shoving it back in one thrust like the last time. He was grunting, biting the back of my neck, he smelled like beers and sweat.
He said he was gonna breed me and I just kept asking him to breed me (it was hurting A LOT, I just wanted it to end, not gonna lie) and he started to say “Hold it! Hold it!” as he bred me… But kept saying “Hold it! Hold it!” even after he came. His dick was still inside me and as he told me to “Hold it” I felt my ass filling up – he was pissing inside my hole! I was trying HARD to hold it in… When he finished pissing he took his cock out, told me to keep my ass up and keep holding it. He went to the bathroom, washed his dick on the sink and came back to the living room. He put on his shorts and threw me 2 jerseys to wash – one of his and one from Vinicius. And then he left.
I ran to the toilet to let his piss and cum out of my hole. I don’t know how I found the strength to clinch my hole for that long in order not to make a mess and ruin my couch. I finished washing their jerseys and they’re drying out now.
Do I officially have two straight alphas to serve now? Because it was Vinicius who gave Flavio the key, so they both must have had an agreement. I’m still trying to make sense of what just happened today…
What happened was Master Flavio just tried to stake his claim on Felipe!
Master Flavio was just as I feared he might be, rapey and almost hateful. Of course, he went after Felipe with the intent to help Master Vinicius teach Felipe a lesson, but that didn’t make it any more comfortable.
I was somewhat mortified by Master Flavio pissing into Felipe’s ass. I’m so glad an Alpha has never decided to do that to me. Even though I really enjoy piss play quite a bit, there’s something distinctly uncomfortable and borderline messy about it. I really commend Felipe for yielding and handling it like a professional faggot.
Judging by Felipe’s response to the attack, I guess you could say he learned a lesson! I was just worried that was how Master Flavio would always use Felipe.
For faggots, the chance to find a Master that truly loves and cherishes us is rare, indeed. I have lost at least two such Masters in the past, relationships shattered by my own jealousy and pride. What a fool I was to lose such powerful straight Alphas over a simple failure to be obedient and treasure the rare gift they offered me!
Faggots fail this simple test far too often. It’s one of the many reasons why I started this site, to teach faggots the truth so they might learn to appreciate the opportunity to serve these greatest Men in whatever capacity and remain humble and grateful every day.
Little Loic was recently tempted by some female friends to rebel against his straight Master Jerome, but he eventually listened to me and gave up his virginity to his Master.
But Loic’s good outcome moved a faggot to write a mournful account of a time when he made the wrong choice. There is a lot of wisdom in this beautifully-written ode to a long-lost Master.
Hi Sam, I have just read the beautiful story of Loic surrendering to Jerome and would like to share my story as well. My English is not great, so my apologies if this letter is hard to read.
I am 32. When I was 23, I met a guy at college. He was also 23 and treated me really well. He had a dominant presence and was a natural leader. It took a few weeks for him to hit on me and ask me out for dinner. He treated me like his little princess, took me to the movies, then we went to a beautiful restaurant. He paid for my tickets, the restaurant, the wine, and everything else. He gave me a ride home and kissed my cheek, and didn’t even try to kiss my lips because at that point I was still confused about my sexuality. We went out for the movies two more times and in our third date I let him kiss me. He held my neck, touched my face very gently, but with a firm hand and we made out in his car. His hands were gentle but so firm that his kiss was telling me that there was only one Man in that car. I felt safe in his arms and at that moment I understood that I am a faggot, even though I knew nothing about hierarchy back then, and would never use a word like faggot to describe myself.
He was bisexual and had already fucked many girls, but had never been with a guy or faggot. I was a virgin, and he told me that he wanted me to be his first time with another man. I was very much influenced by my female friends, I did not have any friends with other faggots or straight Men, so all my references were female. Just like Loic, I had a WhatsApp group with them where we shared all our sexual experiences. When I talked about him to my friends, they said “don’t you let him fuck you before he asks you to be your boyfriend! Be difficult!” I followed what they said and told him that I would only suck his cock or let him fuck my virgin ass if we were boyfriends. He agreed, bought me flowers, and asked me to be his boyfriend. It was all very romantic and felt like a dream.
His dick was nice and thick but not too big to hurt me. He was very patient, used a lot of lube and even wore a condom when I asked him. Later I learned how rare it is to find an Alpha who agrees to wear a condom. He took my virginity as King takin ownership of what is his, and he came all over my belly, it felt amazing. But then I made a big mistake: after he came, I asked him if he was going to suck my dick for me to cum. He said no, but he spat on my dick and gave me a handjob while kissing me. I came on my belly and my cum mixed with his dry cum. I was covered in cum and tried to hug him. He said that he wanted to take a shower because he was not comfortable with all that cum touching his skin. We took a shower together, came back to his bedroom, I sucked his cock again and when he was getting close and asked me to take his load in my mouth, I said no and when he was getting close, I just jerked off his dick and he came on his own belly, his cum made a mess on his crotch, belly, and even on his balls. He said “come on baby, clean my cock now”. But instead of licking off his precious cum, I just took a tissue and cleaned him, and he went to take another shower while I waited in bed.
My first reaction was to text my friends. I said “girls, he fucked me!!” and they wanted to know everything about it. I said he was respectful and gentle, but then I said that he refused to suck me and he wanted me to clean his cum with my tongue. My three best friends said that he was toxic and that if he didn’t suck my dick I should not stay with him because he was no treating me the was I deserved. One of my friends had broken up with her boyfriend a month before because her ex wanted to fuck her ass and she broke up with him just because he wanted to! She said that it was “too much” and that her pussy deserved a man who knew how to enjoy it.
Anyway, I dated this wonderful Man for 6 months and he firmly stated that he loved me but would not suck my dick. It was a big no for him. And he was really sweet, he would say things like “baby, if you really want a blowjob, we can have a threesome, maybe find someone who will bottom for us at the same time, I want to see you happy” But I was so convinced that a man must suck my little clit that I broke up with the most amazing Alpha I have ever met after 6 months. And the worst part is that I felt really sad when I did it, but in my mind I was thinking that I was so powerful and empowered, while my friends reinforced how wonderful I was for breaking up with him.
He fucked me for 6 months, almost 10 years ago, but I can still feel the taste of his beautiful cock in my mouth. Last week, I was alone at a shopping mall and saw him after all these years. He was holding hands with a gorgeous boy, probably ten years younger than me. He is now 32 like me, and the sexy boy is probably in his early twenties. The boy had a beautiful smile on his face and my eternal Alpha was also laughing, having a good time. I felt happy for him, he deserves to be happy and be worshipped as the King he is. I am also happy for the boy, who seems to be a good submissive boy for him and now is owned by this extraordinary Man.
I know that I will be happy again one day. There are other great Men in the world and now I have the proper mindset to please an Alpha. However, the 10 years I lost will never come back again. I could have had a decade of happiness under the feet and in the arms of a King, but I lost him and I feel so embarrassed that the reason why I lost him is just because he did not want to put my pathetic little clit in his mouth. Even worse: he rimmed me really well, he used his tongue in my hole with all the experience he had with girls, so it felt amazing. But I was a stupid fag, now I need to deal with the consequence of my actions.
This is all to say that Loic is a beautiful young boy and deserves to be happy. So PLEASE BABY BROTHER, DO NOT LISTEN TO YOUR FEMALE FRIENDS! They do not say these things to ruin our lives, they are trying to help us. Talk to other faggots, talk to Alphas, talk to straight Men who do not use fags, but DO NOT ask women for sexual advise.
I am sure I will be happy again, but you can be happy right now, Loic.
We experienced faggots speak like ghosts, warning faggots of the future to avoid the mistakes we made. in the past. We share the scars on our hearts, scars made of regret and stupidity. And in those lonely moments, we remember the gentle power of the Men who once owned us.
And we cry.
Just like this unknown fag brother, I want nothing more than to spare my younger fag brothers the pain that we suffer. Trust me, the only way to avoid it is to be submissive, be grateful, and be humble. Serve your Masters with all of your hearts, because any deviation from that path could lead to catastrophic loss.
So cling to your Master the way a baby koala clings to its parent. Obey him, and thank him every day for his benevolent power. Only then can you have a life filled with hope and wonder at his feet, rather than looking up in desolation!
My glorious Masters Lorenzo, Vinicius, and Flavio (among others) are all Brazilian Kings, and they love using their big dicks to submit females and faggots!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It saddens me that so many straight Alphas go through life without any proper knowledge of hierarchical truth. I mean, they might naturally understand some of it – we all do instinctively – but they refuse to fully embrace hierarchical truth because of one stupid reason: parts of it seem too gay. It feels too much like a gay fetish (and, in fact, gays have fetishized it) to seem important or even relevant to their lives.
But here’s the truth: no straight Alpha will ever ascend to greater power (or even know there is greater power) until they accept the truth of hierarchy and accept their purpose and the purpose of faggots as property to own and use. Why is this so important? Because the submission and obedience of faggots teaches straight Alphas that they are more than merely MEN, but they are, in fact, KINGS. How can any Alpha ascend if he is not a ruler of men? Seeing other males kneel and obey their commands sends a charge through a straight Alpha that is quite unlike anything they’ve ever felt before.
A power they’ve never felt before. A power that appeals to their dominance and their need for worship. They don’t get that worship from their females, not the way a faggot freely offers it. And once a straight Alpha understands that, an entire world of power opens up to him. It’s almost as if cataracts are removed from his eyes, and he sees the world properly, as HIS world. It’s a beautiful (and important) moment of realization.
I’ve recently been involved in a developing story of a faggot named Felipe who was best friends with a straight Alpha named Vinicius. Over the twenty years of their friendship, Felipe has been hiding his true nature as a faggot while helping Master Vinicius raise his son. I became involved with them after Master Vinicius’s son confided in Felipe that he was fucking girls and faggots. You can catch up by referring to this thread right HERE.
Suffice it to say that Felipe went to Master Vinicius about this issue, and at that point Master Vinicius discovered me and this site. And that’s when his whole worldview changed.
He was initially enraged about what Felipe had done, as you can tell by reading this first message from him. But I wrote a long reply trying to reason with him while teaching him a few aspects about hierarchy that he simply never considered.
And listen to his next response:
Hello, Sam. It’s Vinicius again.
I was set on putting a pin in this whole thing, but your answer deserves some feedback. Thank you for your respectful words and for understanding how it all hit me. I accept your apologies. I understand it isn’t your fault, though I still struggle to grasp why it was published in the first place. But I can see now that you were trying to give Felipe some guidance… I also understand that this situation was weird for him too. I know he reached out to me out of respect and concern. I’m not mad at him for telling me all about what happened. What makes me mad is the story becoming public without my consent and, most of all, that he even considered I would do any harm to my son—and displaying that perspective publicly really pissed me off.
Yes, I’ve always said that if you’re the top, it doesn’t make you “less gay.” And I still feel that way. Speaking on my behalf, it doesn’t make sense to me that a man who gets a hard-on for another man’s ass isn’t gay as well. I don’t think I could do it with all the pills in the world. I do understand that there are bisexuals, and I think that maybe that’s what my son is discovering he is—and I’m fine with it. I don’t get this whole “faggot” dynamic and how a man can still be considered straight if they have sex with men. As I said, they’re bisexuals in my book. But I digress.
What I did understand about the “faggot” dynamic so far is that, indeed, I can’t handle it the same way I’ve always handled gays in general. You see… I’ve always known Felipe was gay. It was never a problem. I treated him like an equal. Like a buddy. But he made it very clear to me that he doesn’t see it that way—that I’m built differently… And this last part rings true. I am built differently. It makes sense, somehow.
I’m still pissed at him. I don’t want to deal with him right now. I said some very rough stuff in the last email, and I see now that some of it came out of the anger I felt at the moment. But deep down, I don’t want to cut him out of my life completely. But if I’m sure of one thing, it’s that our friendship will never go back to the place it was before all of this. I need to teach him a lesson. I don’t mean a punishment or a beating, but a lesson that makes it clear that I deserve a greater deal of respect.
I’m not going to lie or pretend I have it all figured out. I’m humble enough to know when I can’t step firmly on ground I’m not familiar with. This whole “Alpha/faggot” stuff is still very foreign to me. I used to think it was a “gay version” of the red pill movement… But some of it makes sense. I just can’t fully make sense of these new dynamics as clearly as I need to in order to do something about it. And you seem like an intelligent person who has it way more figured out than I do. I’d like some pieces of advice on how to:
a) clean up the mess my friendship has become under this new Alpha/faggot light;
b) properly teach him a lesson; and
c) figure out how things are going to be from now on—because, as I said, I don’t want to cut him off completely, but I get it now that I can’t give him the “equals” treatment anymore.
I hope to stay in touch with you. I liked how you addressed yourself to me throughout this whole thing. You were very humble and respectful.
So I told Master Vinicius what I thought he should try in order to discipline Felipe while also rebuilding the relationship.
Then Master Vinicius responded with this curious anecdote:
What you said about power and realizing others have always submitted to me is VERY true. If I can take anything good from this whole situation is understanding that. A lot of things that happened in my life now started to make sense. It’s not that I was bothered by them, but it’s like “oh, that’s why that thing happened when I was in high school. Oh, maybe that’s the reason I got some of my high profile clients” it just explains a lot since I have friends who are as qualified and focused on improving themselves as I am but, for whatever reason, never reached the same heights as I have. Probably that’s the reason. I’m grateful for Felipe for making me see that. And now you too. And, yes, it’s giving me a whole different perspective to guide my son to a righteous path.
As of making him kneel before me and kiss my feet… I don’t know if I’m into that. Flavio told me everything he did to Felipe. Not gonna lie, I’ve done some of that stuff before and I understand that rush of power. But I’ve only done that with women. And yes, it’s very arousing. But I don’t want anything physical with him, I don’t feel comfortable with that idea. At least for now.
And it’s a good thing he feels crushed. He should! I’m gonna think of a way to make him make up for it.
You’re a good faggot, Sam. Thank you.
Do you hear it? That’s the sound of a straight Alpha connecting the dots of his life and realizing that nature has been teaching him about his true purpose and power all along! He suddenly realized that my message and this website isn’t just some gay fetish site, but instead it’s a site that leads people to accept and embrace their purpose.
As an Alpha, Master Vinicius started to realize the greater responsibility he has to not only his world, his family, his Alpha son, but also to guide and protect the weak, to own inferior males and give them purpose, and to collaborate/lead with other Alphas in a much more impactful way. He suddenly realized that he’s greater than the average Man, that his power is more potent and impactful than the average Man. He’s not a soldier or a slave … he’s the General. The commander. He’s the King.
That’s a heady purpose, but Master Vinicius was not only starting to see it, but also embrace it!
So Master Vinicius decided to give his new faggot Felipe a task to complete: he wanted his car detailed and some repairs done by 5pm the following day in preparation for a night out with his Alpha son and Master Flavio (the other Alpha in this story … see link above). Well, Felipe was a good boy and accomplished even more than what Master Vinicius demanded.
Notice how this affected Master Vinicius:
Hi Sam, it’s Master Vinicius again. (I’m starting to like the sound of that.)
As you already know, I had Felipe take my car in for maintenance and cleaning today, and I took his car to go to work instead. I thought a lot about the things you said I could get out of this new dynamic, and I figured that having him do tedious work for me, and having him pay for it, was a good start.
I was very impressed by how far beyond expectations he went to finish the tasks I gave him (by now he’s probably already given you the report, so I won’t go through all of that again). He had a 5pm deadline to get the car back to me, and he managed to do it with a couple of hours to spare. When I inspected the car, I was very pleased with what I saw – and that new-car smell, too. It was such a power trip seeing my car like that, knowing HE ran all the errands and that it all came out of HIS pocket, that I just couldn’t help but make him explain to me why I was doing this. At the same time, I had this HUGE urge to slap him right in the face, and I didn’t think twice when that thought crossed my mind, I just let it rip right there at the parking lot. I never in my life would have imagined I’d do that to him. Ever. But the funny thing is, I don’t feel guilty AT ALL. Fuck, if anything, I feel better after doing that. You should have heard how loud the slap was. It reminded me of Barney and Marshall’s slap bet from How I Met Your Mother. It was FUN like that. lol
This isn’t going to be the last task. I’m thinking I might take some inspiration from Eurystheus’ Twelve Labors of Hercules from Greek mythology. You see, Eurystheus was the king of Tiryns and gave Hercules those twelve labors as punishment for killing his family in a fit of madness. And Felipe went a little mad when he exposed me and my family without my consent. Though the story of Hercules and his labors forms the Hero’s Journey, this is going to be this faggot’s journey of redemption. I still haven’t decided whether I’m actually going to give him twelve tasks. For now, I’m just drawing from that story. I know I’m going to do more than just make him pay for what he did with his money, I’m hitting his vanity too. I’ll tell you what I have in mind, but it needs to remain a secret, so don’t publish what I’m about to tell you later in this email. I want Felipe to be surprised and to act on whatever I throw at him in the moment, without time to think.
Tonight, I’m going to watch my team’s first game of the national league. My son and Flavio are going with me. I’m telling Flavio all about the recent events and show him my letter you published. I’m not going to use Felipe sexually, but Flavio seems to enjoy it. I might as well give Felipe a taste of what he’s always wanted from me, but with Flavio doing the dirty work in my place. I think that by doing this I’m actually rewarding Felipe, because he’ll get to serve Flavio sexually (and ONLY sexually) and serve me as he’s always wanted without ever getting anywhere close to me in a way I don’t feel comfortable. I think it’s a fair and benevolent deal on my part.
Once again, I’d like to commend you, Sam. You’ve been VERY helpful throughout all this, and I’m sure you’ll find some time in your schedule to help your fag friend, right? You’re a great faggot, and I’m learning a lot about myself from you, even though it’s been a very short time since all of this has started. I hope I’m not putting the cart before the horse here. But I think I’m doing just fine.
Master Vinicius.
WOW!!!
I’ve never understood the Alpha urge to slap us in the face. It always seemed performative to me, a silly way to express dominance. But Master Vinicius perfectly explains this as a primal urge rooted in the need to express wordless dominance. It’s almost as if he couldn’t stop himself.
I must admit that Master Vinicius quoting a lesser-known story from Greek mythology as part of his future plans for his new faggot practically gave me a WIDE-ON. To me, there’s nothing sexier than an intelligent Alpha, and he’s definitely that. But I also think it’s amazing that Master Vinicius is utilizing historical narratives (from the very hierarchical Greeks, no less!) to build out a framework of how to own inferiors and train them. Very impressive!
But that framework Master Vinicius is building also includes how he might assert his dominance over other Alphas. Notice his reply the following day after his team won their game:
Hello, Sam. As promised, I’m answering your email from yesterday. I have a very small window during my day when I can sit down to write to you with no distractions – I get home from work before my wife, and that’s usually the window I have. Once she gets home she’s the one who I focus on. I believe you can understand that.
Yes, you can call me Sir! Hahaha
I don’t know what it is, but I’m getting more comfortable with those words as each day goes by. Even the word “faggot” is getting more and more natural to use. I know it’s a big slur in English speaking countries, and we don’t actually have one in Portuguese that is as specifically used to designate someone like you and also can be seen as a slur. We have the word “viado” (a variation of “veado”, with an /e/, which translates to “deer”) but the gays have taken pride to this word. Also, living in Rio is a fun thing: we curse A LOT and “viado” is used almost like a comma in a sentence. I mean… It’s common to call your buddies “viado” instead of “hey, bro!” – I don’t know if that makes sense to you, it’s just how it is here. But when we put it in the diminutive form, adding the suffix “-inho”, THEN it’s considered derogatory. That’s the word I use with Felipe now. “Viadinho.”
I listened to your podcast in the car on my way home. Good job on following my orders regarding the approach. And yes, it’s a fun theme song. Lol
It’s funny that you said that I’m also teaching other faggots, because I’m learning a lot about all of this from you. I guess the power exchange is also an exchange of knowledge in a way. Because you said you often fail at being a good faggot, but, from my experience talking to you, you’re doing an amazing job. You make me feel comfortable talking about all of this, I’m learning a lot about myself with the things you say and Felipe has been a different person since the two of you started talking about my situation. Give yourself more credit! Sure, everybody fails sometimes, I know I do! But you’re a very good boy, Sam. (See? That’s another thing I learned from reading your articles)
As of Felipe… I saw it in his face he was grateful that I’m letting him back into my life again. At first I honestly thought it was over and I was upset with the thought of losing a friend that I came to know and love for the past two decades. We’ve been through A LOT and I didn’t want it to go to waste. That is what would have happened if it wasn’t for you telling me about hierarchy so humbly as you did. I figured there’s a way to keep him in my life, because when it’s all said and done, he’s a good person to have around. He’s trustful, loyal… Yeah, he can be a pain in the ass too, but so can I. Sure we’re not buddies anymore, the way I look at him took a 180° spin, but the trust and loyalty are still there. If anything I think it can become even stronger from now on. And that’s also because of you, Sam. And to be completely honest with you, I don’t feel mad at him anymore. I see it now the perspective of which he came from. Maybe I wasn’t mad AT HIM, necessarily; instead what drove me mad was not knowing this truth that I am now grasping… I can see that he acted on it having our best interest at heart, even if that meant he would have to sacrifice himself on the way. I can respect that.
Nice to know I didn’t go too crazy with my plans. Last night, after the game, I gave my jersey to Flavio for him to give it to Felipe to wash it, since he was going there to fuck him anyway. I told Flavio he could have his jersey washed by Felipe too. I went there to pick it up (plus the emergency key back) and I very calmly told him that the jerseys are a responsibility of his from now on. That’s he’s free to wash Flavio’s stuff too AS LONG AS his stuff is among mine, that Felipe shouldn’t expect me to give authorization to do laundry for him because I expect him to know what’s mine and what’s not. How is he going to differentiate the two of us, it’s not my problem. But I’m sure he’ll find a way. So the first permanent task is already officially established.
I also told him that since I’m not using him sexually, Flavio is free to use him however he pleases, no questions asked. He’s gonna be my tedious work “viadinho” and Flavio’s sexual one. The only restriction I’m putting at this, for now, is that Flavio should fuck him wearing a condom – at least until Felipe goes to a doctor to run all the tests to make sure he’s clean and start taking prep… Flavio should run a blood test too, but no prep. Then the condoms can go. I already told Flavio about that. He wasn’t very keen on this, but it’s better for the both of them. I know Felipe hasn’t fuck with anyone for months before Flavio and he’s probably clean, but Flavio fucks around a lot – with viadinhos and women – and he rarely wears protection. It’s just a safety issue, that’s all.
I don’t know much about chastity, Sam. I know what it is, though. Felipe used to have a device – he once told me about it, I thought it was just a kink, like a toy a lot of us use in the bedroom, so I shrugged and never thought about it again. I don’t know if he still has it. Why should I have him in chastity?
Good talking to you, faggot. You’re a very, VERY, good boy. I’m proud of you.
Do you see what I mean? Master Vinicius is now giving Master Flavio strict orders in order to protect his faggot from harm! Not only are those the defining characteristics of a Protector Alpha, but it also demonstrates Master Vinicius claiming Apex Alpha status over his Alpha brother! Already Master Vinicius is grabbing hold of his purpose with both hands!
But let me share with you one last message from this powerful Alpha that made my heart leap! After I responded to the message above, I wrote a lengthy email putting things in perspective for him.
And he wrote back:
Can I be brutality honest with you? Reading this got my cock hard. Specially this part:
“Master, it has been truly my privilege to serve you and offer help as you navigate this new world of power, glory, and Kingship. It was yours all along, but you simply didn’t know it. It has been such a smooth transition for you because you are a natural-born Alpha, and as you’re discovering, hierarchy is as naturally-fundamental as anything in a Man’s life. You were born to own faggots just as much as you were born to bed women, raise children, or rule the world. Many straight Men and some Alphas don’t believe it’s true until they try it … and everything clicks together. “
What the fuck just happened? That’s brand new territory for me Hahahaha
IMAGINE THAT!!! It’s MINDBLOWING and such a privilege to give Master Vinicius his first hierarchically-based erection!
That’s because hierarchy is the ultimate power play, and power makes Alphas horny!
This is only the beginning for Master Vinicius. Quite literally, there are no limits to his power, and nothing he can’t accomplish! He owns the world and everyone he sees on a daily basis. They are his for the taking. This is the kind of power that ordinary Men cannot know because they’re ill-informed and live inside the restrictions of a society that actively fights against hierarchy.
Don’t let society fool you: Men are not created equal.
The transformation of Master Vinicius is living proof that some Men are born to rule, and the rest are born to kneel and serve.
I proudly kneel beside my brother Felipe at the feet of Master Vinicius, Earth’s newest King!
Thank you for your honesty and trust, Master Vinicius!
I was raped at knifepoint when I was 19/20 just like this guy, and what he says about the instinct of “comply or die” is very real.
Of course, I also went to prison, but I didn’t see or experience this there. I did hear stories of it happening in higher-security prisons, however.
What he describes here (and his solution to it) is pure hierarchy, which is how I also processed my own rape. It’s why I have repeatedly said (despite some controversy) that male rape is a natural function of hierarchy.
I say that while not condoning it.
Men and Alphas use rape to reinforce hierarchical status, to subjugate those resistant to their hierarchical place, to reassert dominance. It’s a tool, albeit a clumsy and sometimes inaccurate one.
To those who have been raped, I hear you. And to those who have raped, I understand you.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When we look for evidence of hierarchical truth, some of the most compelling stories come from young people (or recalled stories of youthful experiences). When we are young, our perspectives are mostly uncolored by sexual urges or sexuality. These youthful experiences demonstrate how our hierarchical roles are naturally expressed and with us from birth.
That was why I was so excited when a mother named Sophie wrote to me about her 15-year-old son Lucas. Sophie was concerned and fascinated by the behaviors she noticed in her son, like seeing Lucas’s classmates massaging and kissing his feet and serving him. She searched for answers for this, and it led her to find this site.
And believe me, she found answers!
Sophie is one of those throwback parents, a woman who respects ancient wisdom and appreciates the true role of Alphas in our society. And she recognized those same qualities in her son Lucas. I can tell you, when I confirmed her suspicions, there was no Mom prouder than her.
I’ve been privileged to continue communicating with Sophie, and every so often Master Lucas jumps onto her email account to update me about his progress. Yesterday, he decided to write to me from his new boarding school, excited about his new situation:
Hey servant!
My Mom told me you two chatted about Me so I thought why not give the faggot some news! I’m doing great at the boarding high school and I’m having so much fun! Absolutly everyone want to be friend with Me which of course is not surprising haha I’m the best after all! There are a few other Alphas in the boys’ dormitory but I’ve eventually established that I AM the Alpha of the Alphas! I’ve set up some rules to deal with bullying. I made it clear that weaker boys are of course here to serve the Alphas like Me but as long as they’re obedient and respectful and doing their best they’re to be treated nicely. That’s the Protector Alpha I want to be!
There was just this spoiled boy whom I had to give a good beating last month because he kept forgetting his place, so I show him who was the boss until he begged for mercy and promised to never disrespect Me again! He’s been nicer since then lol! Otherwise when I need to pick a fight, I go for brotherly brawls with My bros, I love to force them to admit I’m stronger and to call Me their Master, that’s so cool, even if it’s exhausting! lol The weak guys are mostly good, they know their place below us and they are eager to please Me. I never have to make My bed or clean the rooms or tidy up My stuff and clothes or do any chores, there’s always someone ready to jump in and do it for Me, so I can relax and have fun! Three of them started to give Me money to let them massage and lick My feet! Then each of them took a part-time job for pocket money (in the school cafeteria or a nearby bar) and they give Me all their earnings! So great to be a Superior! I love to know that they’re working and sacrificing their free time just for My happiness!
I don’t to tell you to much about the girls cause my Mom can read that LOL but I can tell you that there are some pretty girls and they love what they see! 😉 I had dumped My girlfriend but she’s begging Me to take her back so I’ll think about it.
Bye faggot!
Your MASTER and KING LUCAS THE GREAT
I knew that Master Lucas’s move to a boarding school would have profound effects on his development as an Alpha. Boarding schools (much like college dormitories) are focused hierarchical communities in which the truly powerful rise to the top naturally. This is boot camp for Master Lucas, and it sounds like his dominance continues to grow!
It’s important that Master Lucas sees the widening gap between himself and his classmates, the difference between him and his Alpha brothers and the rest of the boys in school. Even among his Alpha class, Master Lucas is reigning supreme! It’s the development of Alpha hierarchy in real time!
Although he doesn’t explicitly mention it here, I’m sure that Master Lucas using faggots and beta males for service and worship is having a profound effect on his Alpha brothers. They see this, and they’ll want it for themselves. Of course, that’ll only be with Master Lucas’s approval!
And as girls become more important to Master Lucas, I’m sure the flexing of sexual power superiority among his peers will only elevate his standing even more!
This is how it develops among Alphas. Thanks to Sophie and her son, we can witness the rise of a natural-born Alpha to the place he was born to inherit: God Alpha!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of Felipe, a faggot from Brazil who is helping an Alpha friend Vinicius raise his young Alpha son. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
[Since there is some unwarranted controversy surrounding this thread, I’m leaving this editorial warning. This post mentions 14-year-olds having sex, which is legal in the country of Brazil (the place of origin of the events). That said, this post is NOT about kids, but rather the adults in charge of the kids. There is NOTHING illegal or exploitative about this post. But if you’re too delicate to handle it, I suggest you STOP READING IT NOW and move on. ~ sam the faggot]
I dearly loved hearing from my brother Felipe of Brazil and learning of his cherished friendship with his straight Alpha best friend Vinicius. Felipe initially wrote to me out of his genuine love of this friend and his 14-year-old Alpha son Marcos. If you recall, this Alpha son confided in Felipe (who is essentially his uncle) that he was fucking both females and faggots. Felipe, concerned that this young Alpha might get himself in trouble, came to ask for my opinion on how to handle it.
I felt it was potentially explosive, mainly because I wasn’t sure how Alpha Vinicius might react to the news about his son. Regardless, I felt like Felipe needed to talk to his friend and give him the truth so he can help Alpha Vinicius approach it calmly and rationally.
But then another unexpected wrinkle developed. It was discovered that young Marcos learned about the use of faggots by a slightly-older Alpha in their shared apartment complex. So Alpha Vinicius confronted the father of this other young Alpha. That father’s name is Master Flavio, a straight Alpha who has owned and used faggots all his life and taught his son to use them, too.
Rather than an angry conversation, these two Alpha fathers became friendly. In fact, they were so friendly that Alpha Vinicius encouraged Master Flavio to use his best friend Felipe! And that’s exactly what happened!
Still with me?
So the entire situation seemed to be nicely resolved, and I hoped that Alpha Mario’s development could now be shaped by his Alpha father as it should.
But yesterday I received this startling and angry letter from Alpha Vinicius:
Hi. This is “Vinicius.” I made this fake email to address something that was done behind my back. I read the story my so-called friend told you about me and my son — I’ll talk about that son of a bitch later; at least he had the decency not to share our real names. But it puzzles me why he felt the need to share this on a public forum.
I will not get into details about my son here. I’ll just say this: I understand that his sexuality hasn’t changed because of the things he’s done. And no, I would NEVER lose my temper and do anything to harm my boy. Even if he came to me as a full-on gay who farts rainbows and unicorns, he would still be MY SON, and the only disappointment I’d have would be seeing him bullied or threatened by society. But IN MY HOUSE he will always be protected and taken care of, no matter what. Sure, I would much rather it be that he hadn’t started fucking other boys… But we talked about it, and we came to an agreement on how he should behave regarding this matter in order not to raise any questions, while still keeping it real regarding what he feels and what he wants to build for his life. As for my “friend,” I’m very disappointed. I could pin him to the ground and give him a piece of my mind, but since he likes sharing these intimate subjects so publicly, I might as well give him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe a surprise public humiliation will set his stupid mind back on track. I’ve always known he was gay. I knew it even before he came out of the closet to me. I protected that motherfucker so many times I lost count. I know he always had a crush on me, but I never actively acted on it. When I mentioned to him that I would open an OF account to get some easy money if this platform had been available when I was single, he nagged me and nagged me to sell him some pictures anyway. He didn’t respect my decision not to do it because I have a son and very personal tattoos, and most of all, he didn’t respect my dear wife’s wish for me not to do it. I was VERY direct about it when he asked me what she thought about this idea, and he still tried to get around her back to convince me to get him some content anyway; and EVEN SO, I still kept it cool with him, even though he had no shame in visiting MY HOUSE and continuing to talk with MY WIFE as if none of this had ever happened, or as if he didn’t know a thing about how she felt. But him sharing that story here was the last drop. I feel beyond betrayed.
I don’t give a fuck about what Flavio did to him. Not anymore. I knew Flavio was going to fuck him. I was worried he might hurt my then-friend when I told him I didn’t want to know a thing unless he felt threatened. But now that I know he shared something about me and my son so bluntly and publicly, giving out fake names as if I were dumb enough not to notice it… now I don’t care anymore. Flavio can do whatever the fuck he wants to do with him. If he suffers at his hands, it’s not my problem. My protection is something he lost forever. I don’t even think I want to talk to him again.
I was so heartbroken when I read this!
This was certainly not the outcome I wanted, and I know it wasn’t what Felipe wanted. He loves his friend Alpha Vinicius and his son Alpha Marcos. He’s poured his heart into both relationships for many years, and he never meant to do either of them harm. He just wanted a sounding board when he reached out to me, and I have a lot of experience helping people in these situations.
Now, I’m not trying to minimize Alpha Vinicius’s anger and feeling of betrayal. I get it. I’d be pretty shocked if I were in his position, too. Nobody likes to see a personal portion of their lives (even though the names have been changed) broadcast publicly without their knowledge.
So I want to write the following directly to Alpha Vinicius:
Sir, I humbly apologize to you for upsetting you or embarrassing you. You were dragged into this situation against your will. You deserve better.
I say that you deserve better not only for the Man and obvious Alpha you are, but also because of the way you’ve conducted yourself in handling the startling news about your son. Your reaction was absolutely perfect, done with love and wisdom, and you kept your focus on the well-being and development of your precious Alpha son. That is to be commended, Sir. Young Marcos has a great example in his life as his power continues to grow!
I just hope you can use that same wisdom in dealing with your friend Felipe. He didn’t mean any harm. Felipe just wanted to find a way to handle the information your son shared with him. Felipe’s a faggot, and faggots aren’t meant to make important decisions like this. But he did whatever he thought he could, and he did it out of love alone. I hope you will be able to see that and feel that once your anger subsides.
Sir, your son reached out to Felipe because he loves and trusts Felipe. Please don’t drive Felipe away from Marcos, not at this critical stage in his development. Surely you have the power to realign this friendship, correct what needs correcting but still direct it toward a loving forgiveness.
I hope my words reach your heart, Sir. Please accept my own apologies and my heartfelt gratitude for your benevolence.
