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

The last we heard from Ethan, he was preparing to serve King Karter and a bunch of his Alpha BNWO brothers over the Fourth of July holiday in America. When I didn’t hear back from him, I figured he was either in the hospital recovering, or had been split in half and buried in a shallow grave. Let’s face it: black Alphas are not gentle, especially with faggots.

But then I remembered how much King Karter, Ethan’s Owner, cherished his newest faggot. And King Karter would always make sure his favorite toys are well tended and cared for!

But now, more than a month later, Ethan returns to share the wild details of the greatest holiday he’s ever experienced! Buckle up:

Hi Sam,

I am very sorry for not emailing you after the cookout in July. But I have had a lot of dates since then, partially to make up for the time I had to take off for finals and the time I will take off for the first two weeks of school so I can get a schedule down. I also had to submit this email to King Karter 4 times until he finally approved it; he had me edit a lot out that I wanted to tell you.

I will get to what happened at the party first. (I will tell you what I can) First, the party started on Saturday, the 4th of July. #1, and another fag that was owned by another King, and I got there around 10:00. They rented out a large Airbnb with a pool, hot tub, and a BBQ, with a decent-sized bar inside that was part of the kitchen. I manned the bar and set it up while number 1 and the other fag got the food together and started setting up the rest of the house with lube, sex toys, and other items. They started marinating the meats and making the mac and cheese, pasta and potato salads, and a few other foods that were already prepared when the first group of Kings and a few other faggots started arriving. King Karter could not arrive until later in the evening because he had to work, and #3 also had to come later because of his work.

When we arrived, we were told we had to wear either a very small string jockstrap or a lace panty thong. I chose the jockstrap as I don’t really like wearing girly stuff. We had to wear them at all times unless a king pulled them off, but then we had to put them back on after they were done with us. We also still had to stay locked at all times, of course, so I was locked all 4th weekend, and we had to refer to all of the Kings as “Daddy.” A lot of them liked that, so the other Kings said it was a rule. It was a four-bedroom house, and one of the bedrooms had two twin beds where we faggots could sleep or take our break times. Even though we had break times, there were many times when I would be asleep because I was so exhausted, and then I would just wake up with a huge dick in my mouth or one sliding up my hole. We didn’t have time to really sleep because even if we were on our “break time,” we were still used. There were, in all, about 9 Kings that came and went; most stayed most of the weekend. With 6 of us faggots. The group was originally going to leave on Monday the 6th, but they were having such a good time that the King that got the place called the manager and had the stay extended until Wednesday the 8th. I had to go to work on Tuesday and Wednesday, but I would go back there to help in the evening and to help clean up on Wednesday afternoon.

I managed most of the bar, along with serving drinks and food, cleaning up after them, and giving massages, along with any other needs like laundry and anything else they needed. There was a huge walk-in shower in the main Master suite bedroom where, instead of having one degnated urinal fag for a given time like the last party, the Kings wanted to have like a huge piss bukkake times, so they would pick a faggot pull them into the walk-in shower, we would get on our knees and the Kings would all stand around us in like a circle and piss on us like a bukkake just with piss, we would then have to keep our mouth open and try to drink as much of it as we could. If there was only one King that needed to piss, he would ask around and try to get others to join in. They would pull whoever (faggot) they liked or who was the closest. But I noticed some would pull certain faggots more often. After they were all done, the fag would have to lick up the floor as much as he could, and after the kings all left, we could shower and rinse off so we didn’t smell of piss the whole weekend. They originally wanted to do it outside, but some of the Kings were concerned the neighbours might see or hear it and call the cops or the owner of the place.

We also each had to spend time in the Master suite with a huge King Bed, blindfolded for sometimes hours at a time, and let anyone that came in use us. We were not allowed to remove the sleeping mask until our owners came back into the room to tell us our time was up. That part was a little nerve-racking because I could not tell who was coming and going, who was fucking my mouth or ass. Well, I could tell sometimes by their voice and the way they handled me, like King Karter, of course, especially if I had been used by them before on dates, or at the party. For some, it was more difficult. It was harder, because if I could see and know who I was serving, I could do what I knew they liked. But when you’re just there on all fours on a bed and all of a sudden you have a dick in your mouth and just start sucking, it is hard to tell if they like what you are doing, if they like a lot of tongue or more lips, or more spit, if they like me licking their balls a lot, or strokes with my tongue, or long, deep throat. Sometimes they had me close my eyes under the sleeping mask; they would then pull it up, and then they would paint my face with a few loads of cum and put the mask back on. Then when I would open my eyes again under the sleeping mask, the cum would start to run in my eyes and burn my eyes. Also, they would like to get really rough during those times, with a lot of verbal humiliation, like name-calling and slapping. Which I didn’t mind.

But, there was this brand new faggot named Evan. He came with another King. Evan is just a 19y/o twink, dirty/blond, blue-eyed with a tan, tight body, and a huge flirt and fun guy. He had never been exposed to this kind of party before, so I think it kind of freaked him out a bit.  After his time in the Master suite, he spent a lot of time in the bathroom; I didn’t notice it until #1 came over to me and asked me to go talk to him because he might need someone to talk to. I wasn’t sure what I could do, but I said Yeah, sure. I knocked on the door and asked if he was good. I could hear he had been crying a bit. And I asked if I could come in. I didn’t know him well; we had just met like a day before. So I felt kind of uncomfortable because I didn’t know what to say. I just asked if he was good and what was wrong.  He said he didn’t think this kind of thing was what he was going to do. His King and he had just been fucking for about the last 4 months, and this was the first time he had been with more than one guy at the same time, even though he had been getting fucked since he was 14. I think the time in the Master suite was like an experience he wasn’t ready for; he was a bit scared and intimidated. I didn’t blame him; I was too, and I had been to another party like this before. He knew that he would get fucked by other men before he came, but he didn’t know he would be blindfolded and just used like that. I told him a little bit about my experiences and being shared (I left out the part where the men pay King Karter for it) He was in shook a bit of some of the things I told him, But I also told him it was possibly the greatest experience I have had in my life, that King Karter takes care of me, and watches over me to make sure no one hurts me, has helped me change my life, and helped me fulfill my purpose, the times I get to do chores for him or clean for him and I also get to please not only him but many of his friends, it was worth it, I asked him what he liked the best about surviving his King, Evan said, he obviously loved the sex, he also felt his King made him feel safe and wanted, he loved the force and strength his King had when using him. I told him to focus on those things and not let the other stuff bother him so much, so that he will get used to it soon. Not to freak out and abandon his new King because once he gets used to it, he will probably love everything about it too, like I do. He had a big smile and hugged me after. I think he felt a lot better. I told him if he wanted to talk after the cookout and hang out. Since then, we have hung out a few times, and we have talked on the phone and texted multiple times a week. He has been feeling better about everything. I also told him about your website and Discord. He was shocked because he had never heard of you before and didn’t think this kind of thing was so widespread. He is a cute guy, and I know he will serve many alphas well. I don’t know if he has joined the Discord yet, but he has read many of the stories and figured out which one was mine. He was shocked by the date thing at first, but he said he does not know if he would be able to do it if his King would ask him to. He is still serving him and does not regret any of it anymore, and it has since been shared a few more times, but he is not bothered by it anymore. I think the first time being blindfolded and having random dudes you don’t know use you was a hard intro to being a real faggot.

After King Karter read that part in my previous drafts, he said he was proud of me helping another faggot. He said from what Evan’s King told him, he was sure that we would see Evan again at another party. I think he will still need more time to get used to all of it, but I know he will get used to it.

Anyways, I will wrap it up. Other than the party, I have been going on a lot of other dates to make up for the time I can’t do it during school or when I have finals. I will be starting my last year here. Don’t know if I will stay to get a master’s in business; I think it’s kind of a waste of time. My job is going well, though, and King Karter said he might have big plans for us for next summer if everything goes well this year. But he doesn’t want to spoil the surprise. Now I want to know, but I might have to wait a whole year!

Ok, thanks, Sam! I hope you had a good Summer.

Love,

Ethan #5

As I’ve emphasized many times on this site, there are plenty of Alpha groups across America and around the world that host parties where they share their faggots. Some of these are gay Alphas, but more often they are straight or bisexual Alphas who own fags. Yes, I know it sounds like fantasy (or porn), but it 100% really happens. Alphas like the opportunity to bond sexually with each other, sharing power together, and they know the truest expression of that is by using faggots together. These Alphas like to hold court together and be treated like Emperors.

Or did you think King Karter used the title “King” just for effect?

I’m so proud of Ethan for maintaining his composure and service level throughout the entire extended party, through the mid-sleep rapes, etc. It’s not easy to stay in the moment when you’re constantly being hunted by that many giant black dicks!

Just ask poor Evan!

Again, I am so proud of Ethan for taking on that mentor faggot role in order to comfort his inexperienced brother! I knew Ethan was a mentor fag, and this was his moment to shine! It’s REALLY not easy to try to talk someone down in the middle of a high-stress function like this party, but Ethan did a good job getting Evan to talk and reason out about his purpose. It’s no wonder King Karter singled out that part for praise!

You know, I remember when King Karter first took ownership of Ethan, and how overwhelmed Ethan was by the experience. To see King Karter’s training and care yield such fine fruits is truly wonderful. It glorifies his Master, and demonstrates Ethan’s maturity and value! There aren’t many faggots as impressive as Ethan in the world! I’m glad he’s finding such blissful fulfillment in King Karter’s service!

Thank you, Ethan, for continuing to share your journey! And thank you King Karter for allowing him to share it!

Always,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order! 

One of the enduring legacies I wish for this site is that it teaches as many people as possible the truth about hierarchy, and that the truth they embrace fulfills them in the most important of ways. Of course, this site is mainly about how faggots unlock hierarchical power within straight and gay Men.

However women, although not a direct part of Male hierarchy, are also affected by it. If anything, women of the last 100 years have been actively resisting Male hierarchy in the pursuit of autonomy and equality, and this has led to a breakdown of natural Male/female roles and purposes. What a shame. I’ve preached it forever: if women just accepted their place beneath the natural reign of a Man, they would be so much happier and more fulfilled.

Of course, when I used to write that about women on Tumblr I received death threats.

You might remember Queen Sophie, the extraordinary mother of a young God Alpha named Master Lucas. She’s the one who originally contacted me about how her son owned faggots who were literally worshiping him and serving him.

What was most exciting about her letter was the fact that she didn’t write to me out of fear, but of PRIDE. Here was a woman who understood hierarchy in a primal way. SHE GOT IT. And even though Sophie is a strong woman, she admitted that she yearned to find an Alpha she could honor, love, and worship.

Well, I’m proud to say Queen Sophie has indeed found her King!

On July 20th I received the following message from her:

And maybe by then I’ll have another man in my life, and this one will be a partner and a lover… At least, if things turn out the way I hope they will with Raphael, the man I met through work and have started seeing. I’ll tell you all about it if it comes up, my good sam. For now, let me just say that the man seems to possess all the qualities of a true Alpha… and that he awakens a part of my womanhood that has remained latent for a long time. The part willing to submit to who deserves it.

Anyway, thank you again, sam the faggot. You are a good boy!

So I was pretty excited to hear that there was a new Alpha on the horizon for her. But nothing could prepare for what was to come!

Finally Queen Sophie returned with the following update:

My good boy sam,

Oh my dear! I’m almost shaking with emotion as I’m writing. I definitely need to tell you about my love life! I think it might be of interest for you, as it features a clear Alpha male. I’m sorry if what I’m about to write sounds like a long, sappy romance novel… but I can’t help but put down in writing what I’ve experienced over the past few weeks, leading up to a great moment last weekend!

A while back, my company worked on a joint project with another one. As a team leader, I worked with several colleagues from that other firm during various work meetings. Their own manager was Raphael, the new man in my life.

Raphael is a Black man. He is tall, bald, with a face of amazing virile beauty and a muscular body that shines even through his suit. He exudes charisma, confidence, and a natural authority. To be honest, when  first saw him, my womanhood kicked in right away like it hasn’t done in years! Even though I was doing my best to remain professional and look out for the best interests of my company and my team, I was overwhelmed by an instinctive respect and admiration for this man.

That’s why I naturally called him “Sir”, even though the usual practice is to address one another by first names or, at most, “Mr/Mrs Surname”. Right after our first meeting, when we spoke privately afterwards, he said to me: “You can call me Raphael, beauty.” All I could answer was: “Thank you, Sir. I mean, Raphael.”

Our team meetings often turned into a conversation between the two of us, a mixture of verbal sparring and flirting… I made a point of demonstrating my authority and competence, and we’d banter back and forth. I sometimes found it hard to keep my composure in the face of his charming smile… 

I remember one time when, after a presentation I thought was flawless, Raphael congratulated me before pointing out a mistake I’d made, in a tone that was at once calm, firm, and seductive. I blushed and stammered “Oh well, yes… Thank you for fact-checking it, Raphael, Sir.” After the meeting, one of his assistants came over to tease me about what had happened, saying that his boss was always spot-on when it came to detecting mistakes. Raphaël overheard us and came to my defense: “Don’t be too cocky, boy. She’s smarter than you’ll ever be. You could be her lapdog.” The assistant left, looking quite sheepish, while I told “Thank you, Sir. Raphael, that is.” He said “You’re welcome, beauty. I meant it.” and I blushed.

Before long, we found ourselves meeting up for drinks after work (and he always refused to let me pay, no matter how much I insisted, so I let him treat me).. We chatted about everything, business, politics, culture… Every time, I was impressed by the depth of his intelligence and his knowledge, combined with his commanding charm. I did my best not to be outdone and to show him my own worth, even though I was completely captivated by his face. His gaze and his smile conveyed a mix of attention, respect, amusement, and something indefinable that gave me butterflies in my stomach.

After our professional partnership ended and we no longer had any reason to see each other at work, Raphael asked me for my personal contact information. “Give me your private number, so I can invite you out for dinner whenever I want to.” I did it while trying to act as nonchalant as I could, even though my heart was pounding in my chest.

And that’s how, last Saturday afternoon, out of nowhere, I received the following text message: “Cancel whatever you have planned for tonight. I’ll pick you up at your place. Dress nicely. Be ready without fail at 8 p.m. Raphael.” My first thought was “You entitled cocky man! What if I had plans? You expect me to just obey you?” And of course, I obeyed him. I got dressed up like I hadn’t in years and waited anxiously for him. 

When he arrived, Raphael sized me up with a knowing look and said, “Perfect. You did what I told you. You’re even more beautiful than ever.” I blushed and thanked him… I felt like a teenager again! He took me by taxi to a fancy restaurant where he had reserved the best table. What a magical evening! The most romantic one I’ve ever experienced. The chemistry between us is so natural, filled with sincere compliments and playful banter.

As dinner was coming to an end, Raphael leaned toward me and whispered to me. “Can I tell you how I really feel? You are an outstanding woman. You’re gorgeous, you’re proud, fierce, strong, smart.” I began to thank him and I was about to compliment him back, but then he interrupted me and added “But with me, you’re gonna be special. I’m going to turn you into my obedient slut.” As you can imagine, I was caught off guard! But I regained my composure and replied nonchalantly, “Well, I’m curious to see that. Challenge accepted.”

When he walked me home, I casually invited him up for one last drink. Without going into details, we started kissing right away and continued into the bedroom. And it turns out Raphael isn’t just as good a lover as I thought he was: he’s even better. How can I tell you how I felt when he entered me? Seven inches of pure raw virility inside of me… I have to say, I’m relieved that Lucas is at summer camp!  I’d be embarrassed if my son heard his mother’s screams of pleasure…

While he was having his way with me, I said to Raphael, “Keep going! Don’t you dare stop!” So he looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Watch your manners, my love. If you want more, you have to beg for it.” Without thinking, I yielded right away. “Please, I beg you! Keep going, don’t stop! I beg you, Sir, it feels so good! Please!” Then he smiled and obliged, saying “That’s better. Good girl.”

It was the most wonderful night of love I can remember. I fell asleep on his muscular chest while he stroked my hair. The next morning, he left early. As he was getting dressed, he kissed me in bed as I was waking up and whispered, “I’ll be waiting for you to contact me if you want to do this again. Looking forward to hearing from you. Don’t dsappoint me, love. Prove your loyalty to your new master.”

So now, my good sam, the ball is in my court. I’m taking my time, but I know I won’t be able to resist for long before I beg him to favour me once again. I also know that I must not blow this step. I feel the time has come to surrender. To give myself and to submit to him. I think this weekend I’ll invite him over for dinner, where I’ll cook for him and wait on him at the table. I’m also thinking of greeting him in a sexy outfit, possibly on my knees, and swearing obedience to him. Maybe even kissing his feet… I don’t know. I need to think it over.

Anyway, my dear servant sam, if you ever decide that this story is worth sharing on your site, I would greatly appreciate it if you could delay its publication until Saturday. You know, just in case. I also need to have a word with Lucas on the phone first, I’d rather he hear what he needs to know from me. He hasn’t met Raphael yet, even though I briefly mentioned our dates with him. Maybe one day he could become his stepdad… But let’s not get ahead of ourselves!

Here’s what I wanted to share with you, my good sam! Thank you for being such a trusted confidant for me, as well as a preceptor and worshipper for my son Lucas.

Warm regards,

Your Queen Sophie

As you might imagine, I was floored by this letter. It was clear that Sophie had come upon a true God Alpha who has completely embraced his role as a King among Men.

Even better, Sophie allowed herself to be taken by Master Raphael, easily submitting to his power. She did everything right, but now she was looking for advice from me to really make a powerful statement of submission for him. So I advised her on what to do for their next date.

Read what she wrote about her next date, and see if you can identify my teaching in her actions:

My good sam,

Please my good sam, do publish my story! I need to share with the world my awe for Raphael!

Last thursday, I sent him a message :

“Dear Raphael, Sir,

Would you grant me the honor to come and dine at my place tomorrow night?

Very respectfully,

Sophie”

He replied positively. Last night, he came into my apartment; the door was already open when he arrived. I came out of my room wearing an elegant but simple evening gown, my shoulders bare. I was glad to catch all his attention. He remains calm but was clearly very pleased and appreciative. He looked me up and down and said “You are so beautiful, my love.”

Then, I knelt down before him and I said the words I had been rehearsing for hours. “Raphael, my beloved Master, I must apologize. I didn’t treat you with all the respect I owe you. You are a king amongst men and I am so grateful you have chosen to honor me. My home is yours and I will cook whatever you want in the kitchen and do whatever you want in bed.” Then I bowed down until my forehead touched the ground at his feet.

I think I heard some kind of roar of delight! Raphael said “Such a good girl. Get up on your knees.” I sat up, kneeling facing him. “You know your duty” he said, and I understood. I carefully pulled his cock out of his pants. What a thrill to see this tremendous trophy of manhood! I did my best to worship it, even though it was difficult. His moans of pleasure made me vibrate with happiness! His cum was delicious!

I then took off his jacket and shoes and led him to the table, where I served him the meal I’d spent the whole day preparing. I took great care of him throughout his dinner. I then offered to give him a massage on the couch, which he accepted. I massaged his shoulders, his back, and then, at his request, his feet. He remained stoic and laconic for a long time, but then he said to me, “You’re the best woman I’ve ever met.” Flattered, I tenderly kissed his bare feet and thanked him.

Then he said “How badly do you want me to make love to you?” I answered: “With all my heart. I beg you, Sir! Please!” He leaned down and grabbed my chin “Good. My cock does want your pussy again” and then he kissed me.

I can’t tell you in detail about the wonderful night of sex we had and all the orgasms he gave me, my screams of pleasure, and his roars of triumph. This morning, I woke up nestled in his arms and resting my head on his chest. I kissed his pecs and thanked him profusely. “Thank you so, so much…” I kept saying. Raphael told me “You treated me like the king I am. I rewarded you accordingly.” My heart was leaping with joy.

As he was leaving, Raphael promised me that he would invite me over to his place soon to give me a glimpse into his own life. I can’t wait to see him again! My good sam, I finally feel like a woman again! I haven’t felt this happiness of being taken and dominated since Lucas’s father!

I talked to Lucas about Raphael and let him know that I’d be sharing details about my personal and sex life on your site. So it’s totally fine for you to publish this. I’m really looking forward for Lucas and Raphael to meet!

How thrilling is that???

I’m so proud of my Queen Sophie for submitting so profoundly to Master Raphael! There are revealing moments in this account that I think all submissives (female or faggot) should deeply ponder over. For instance, when Sophie knelt at his feet, Master Raphael “roared with delight”! That’s because Alphas have a natural need to be worshiped. This is not hyperbole. Once we recognize that and apply it, so many possibilities unlock! Faggots generally understand this, but women generally have no clue.

Also note that Master Raphael thanked her for “treating him like the King he is”. Real, fully-actualized Alphas know their place and accept nothing less. A true Alpha doesn’t need us to tell them they’re Alpha. He expects us to accept it and treat him accordingly!

This is such a powerful and important story because it proves that hierarchy isn’t a fetish for perverted gays, but rather, it’s a very real power dynamic that is predictable and impactful across all of humankind.

I told Queen Sophie that Master Raphael and Master Lucas will have some amazing conversations once they meet, as they both have ways to advise the other on how to grow even more powerful!

I thank and praise Queen Sophie for sharing her story! It’s my great honor to know her and Master Lucas, and their glorification continues to be part of my privilege as their faithful faggot!

Yours,

sam the faggot

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

There are some Alpha Masters who are super-serious about their superiority and they get very performative in their demands. It always feels insecure to me, but that’s probably because I was trained and owned by Alphas from the other end of the spectrum. Those Alphas relish their power, but they don’t worry at all about losing their position because they are secure enough to know they’ll never lose that power unless they shout and demand.

Master Joe is one of those secure Alphas.

I’ve had a “flirt affair” with Master Joe ever since he first wrote to me. We’re playful with each other in an affectionate way, but there’s always a respect for him beneath the playing. It’s that respect that causes me to sit up straight whenever Master Joe has some correction for me.

While discussing Alpha Matt’s curiosity for ass fucking, I mentioned that Alphas like to cause pain for fags when they fuck them because it strokes their egos. I didn’t really think of this as a controversial statement.

But Master Joe had a terrific perspective on this:

Hey, my sexy Sam
This is your Master Joe from Spain. Since we won the World Cup I’ve been breeding my boyfriend so often, that I neglected to give you some attention too lol but I took some time to check the site today and jerk off, and I just saw the story of my Alpha brother Matt and his fag Andres. I read his whole thread and he seems to be a really nice guy, quite similar to my world view tbh and I wish I could fuck Andres too lol

But I wanna say something about your post. When you were talking about Matt and his desire to fuck ass for the first time, you said “Frankly, he seemed so nice and confident that I thought he’d never want to hurt someone by fucking them in the ass.”

Come on, Sam!! There are some guys who don’t care at all about fags and girls, but Alphas like me and Matt don’t wanna fuck ass to harm, we don’t hurt the fags and the girls we breed. We know that a little bit of pain is just a REMINDER of who is the Man in bed. Your mindset is “he wants to fuck some ass, in spite of being nice and confident” but you should think “he wants to fuck some ass BECAUSE he is nice and confident” hahaha

You know I love you, my sexy Sam, don’t get me wrong
But there are many good Alphas like Matt and myself who want to protect and take care of weak fags, and in return we have the need to breed them. We fuck their ass to make them feel safe, not to hurt their holes, and when we do end up hurting their holes we give a lot of aftercare until they forget about their sore pussy.

You know, I wish we could have this conversation in person because while I explain my thoughts you’d have a nice cock down in your throat lol I miss you, my sexy fag

First of all, congratulations on the World Cup victory, Master Joe! I especially loved their win given Trump’s ignorant comments about Spain at the start of the World Cup. FUCK TRUMP!

I also love to learn that Master Joe is stroking his big dick to the site! It’s almost like I’m pleasing him in person (actually, it’s nowhere near as good as in-person!).

I think Master Joe is completely right to correct my language (or my over-generalization) about Alphas causing fags and females pain while fucking them. It’s an important point to remember that there is simply no way that an Alpha’s cock won’t cause some pain. Honestly, I think working through that pain is part of a faggot’s purpose. We endure pain in order to please our Kings.

But Master Joe’s real point is that I shouldn’t generalize that all Alphas enjoy causing that pain like they’re sexual versions of Vlad the Impaler. There are certainly some Destroyer Alphas out there actively trying to cause faggots pain. And Master Joe is right.

Because the real truth is that there are incredible Protector Alphas like Alpha Matt and Master Joe who might cause pain when they fuck someone, but then provide genuine aftercare to calm and soothe their “victims”. It’s one of those many qualities that sets the truly powerful Alphas from the rest!

But now that Master Joe ahs publicly corrected me, I feel like I’m in need of some aftercare! Where’s that dick he promised me?? LOL

Thank you, Master Joe! I love you, my King!

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread chronicling an 18-year-old virgin French faggot named Loic who has been claimed my straight God Alpha Master Jerome. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I spent most of my life being anti-condom, and somehow I never got an STD. Seriously. I feel like I somehow tap-danced through the minefield of sexually transmitted diseases, and there’s definitely a sense of survivor’s guilt hanging over me today. I mean, shouldn’t I have at least gotten HERPES or something??

Writing this site has forced me to try to be cautious about my “no condoms” viewpoint, because I certainly don’t want to be the cause of someone getting something life-altering! However, with the advent of truly effective prophylactic meds like PrEP (soon to be a twice-yearly injectable!), the risks associated from being bred by an Alpha are drastically reduced. We should all be celebrating these advances, because they are making sexual pleasure much less scarier than a few decades ago.

Even though I don’t discuss condoms much here, yesterday’s post about Master Hulk and his disdain for condom use (like all powerful Alphas) was going to inevitably turn the discourse here toward that taboo. First up: Loic, the former virgin faggot of God Alpha Jerome in France:

Hi brother!! This is Loic from France, everything is good here and Jerome is breeding me multiple times a week now. My hole is more and more looking like a real pussy, and it feels great!

I have a quick question, brother… I just read Master Hulk’s text (so hot!!) and I can’t stop thinking about what he said about condoms. He said that Noah wants him to wear condoms when he fucks girls, but he doesn’t do it all the time. Well, I do the same thing with Jerome… I LOVE to know that he has other fags to fuck and other girls too, because he deserves it! But I asked him if I could be the only one he fucks bareback and he said that he would think about it. I asked my doctor what to do, I didn’t say I’m a fag, but I said that I had a boyfriend with a open relationship. He is a straight man, but he just chuckled and said “well, as your doctor, I must tell you that I don’t think your partner will wear condoms, but we can find ways to make it less risky to you”. He asked me if Jerome was a bottom too (can you imagine??) and I said that he does not bottom at all, so apparently the risks of bareback sex are lower. But my doctor recommended me to do the test every 3 months and take prep just in case.

I told to Jerome about this appointment, and his plan is: both of us going on prep, taking all the tests every 3 months, he breeds me bareback, he fucks other guys and girls bareback too, but I do not let other Men fuck me. I still asked him to wear a condom, but I don’t want to insist too much… he told me to talk to you, but now that I read this account by Hulk I decided to finally reach out to you.

What would you do if you had a sexy, generous, and gorgeous French Alpha willing to breed you multiple times a week, but reluctant to wear a condom when fucking other people?

Thank you Sam!! I love you 🙂

I’ll answer Loic’s question first: you know EXACTLY what I’d do: I’d let that French Alpha do whatever he wants!

Given that Master Jerome is a straight Alpha who would NEVER bottom (the idea is LAUGHABLE!), there is virtually no chance he’d ever contract HIV. Therefore, I’d never even ask him to use a condom on me or anyone else. There’s also virtually no chance that Master Jerome’s powerful need to conquer and breed faggots and females will ever be controlled. This was one of the primary reasons he exists! Petty fears and insecurities will never rein in his needs!

But, true to form, Master Jerome didn’t get upset when Loic brought up the subject of condoms and/or preventative care. Not at all! In fact, Master Jerome is willing to take PrEP along with his fag in order to keep breeding! That kind of deep understanding is such a rare quality anymore in Alphas! It reveals the depth of love and care Master Jerome has for his faithful little fag!

I really love the dynamic Master Jerome and Loic have built together. It’s essentially the perfect relationship for both! It’s not surprising that it works so well, because it’s built entirely on hierarchical truth!

Love you, Loic!

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread following the life and Kingdom of Master Hulk, a 26-year-old bisexual Alpha and owner of a faggot named Noah. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The thing I love about Marvel’s Hulk character is how it describes the raging Beast in the heart of every Alpha. However, it’s also useful in that it also reminds us that there’s also the heart of an Alpha inside every Beast.

When Noah first wrote to me about the muscular, extremely dominant Alpha who had claimed him, he was the one who named his new Master “Hulk” in reference to his beast-like tendencies. Now, I’ve known and served plenty of Alphas who might also fit that moniker as well, but I bestowed it upon Noah’s Master in writing here because I just liked it.

In subsequent letters from Noah, it certainly seemed like Master Hulk earned his name. He sounded like some of the legendarily beast-like Alphas on this site, like Master Chad or Master Duke (any long-term readers remember HIM?). Honestly, I’d get a wide-on listening to Noah talk about his Master. There’s nothing like serving this kind of Alpha, because they literally take away all of pressure of responsibility and force you as a faggot to simply be obedient.

I never expected to ever hear from Master Hulk. Beast Alphas are notoriously dismissive of efforts like this, and aren’t particularly expressive or self-reflective. None of my Beast Alpha owners in the past would’ve bothered, either. I’m not trying to generalize here, but I’ve just been doing this a VERY long time now and this has been my experience.

So imagine my pleasant surprise when I found a long, detailed message from Master Hulk! Also, there was an instantaneous flash of concern at first, like when a kid is caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

But how wrong I was:

You already know me quite well, Sam. But I don’t know you. I am 26, bisexual Alpha, and I have a really sweet boyfriend called Noah. You know me as the Hulk. He reached out to you before asking me about it, but a few days ago he decided to share this page with me and explained me everything about hierarchy. I read all of his messages to you, as well as many other letters from other Alphas and faggots. He apologized for not asking my permission and was afraid that I would be mad at him, but I actually loved to see the way he talks about me, and the way you reacted to his stories. To be honest, I got so hard reading it that I stopped halfway through to pump a load in his throat. Noah shared your site with me because he wants to submit more and more, and he follows your work every single day. He wants me to be part of it as well. Of course, he didn’t ask me to write to you, he simply asked for permission to stay in touch with you. But not only have I allowed him to keep sharing our intimacy with you, but I also wanted to talk to you by myself.

I have been fucking guys and girls since high school, but before meeting Noah, fucking submissive guys and femboys was just fun, I would never consider holding hands with another man. The idea of having a male boyfriend was unimaginable until I met him. But Noah is just different, he is sweet, gorgeous, smart, and really special. I know I could keep him as a personal cumdump, but he deserves more than that. He deserves to be loved, and there is nothing I want more right now than loving my Noah. Dating him, however, is very different from dating my ex-girlfriends. In many ways, it is much better, I really love the way he is constantly willing to see me happy and make sure my balls are empty. At the same time, he knows that I miss the feeling of a wet pussy from time to time. I could make an effort and stop thinking about pussy and be happy with his beautiful smooth ass, but my sweet Noah is so special that he himself encourages me to go around and hunt some pussy when I want something different. The only thing he asks me is to wear a condom, which to be completely honest I don’t always do, but I get his point and will carry one with me from now on.

It is absolutely fascinating to see how Noah doesn’t think that I love him less just because I fuck some random pussy. He knows that I love him more than I have loved any girl in my whole life and for that very reason he is happy to see me breeding random girls. The opposite would never happen. How many woman do you know who would gladly accept their husbands or boyfriends to breed some fags? I know very few. I know a lot of guys who fuck fags hidden from their wives, but very few wives who understand and accept it. Everything is really new to me, and sometimes I feel guilty when I’m coming back home after fucking a girl from Tinder knowing that Noah is sleeping like an angel just waiting for me. At the same time, I have never lied to him and he seems to enjoy the fact that I go around breeding pussy and always go back to him. We have an agreement that I will not fuck other fags because I already have him, but I have the right to fuck as many girls as I want.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I haven’t fully understood what you and Noah call male hierarchy. I know who I am, I know I am dominant, and I know I wanna take care of him. But having a relationship that is open for me and close for him seems unfair, even though he seems to be truly happy. You know Sam, I just wanna be a good man. Noah told me to write to you because, in his words, he was sure that you’d be happy to serve me in any way you could. So here I am. Nice to meet you.

My goodness! Master Hulk is anything but the typical Beast Alpha! And to think Noah initially asked me if Master Hulk was a Destroyer Alpha!

In terms of Alpha development, Master Hulk followed a pretty typical course. He viewed females and faggots as cumdumps and as ways to express his growing dominance. As Master Hulk says here, he never imagined having a faggot as a boyfriend (or having a boyfriend at all) as a young Alpha.

But here’s the thing a lot of straight and bisexual Alphas discover when they try fag ownership: they find out that a faggot is a much better fit than either a female or a regular guy. Faggots are extremely submissive, and only concerned with pleasing them. The Alpha can have anything he wants and the faggot will agree to it. Unlike Alphas who settle with a female or a typical boyfriend, an Alpha/faggot dynamic effectively makes the Alpha a KING. And believe me, nothing feels better for an Alpha than Kingship!

I loved how baffled Master Hulk sounded as he described Noah’s willingness (eagerness?) to see him fuck random pussy! That’s another huge difference between faggots and other types of partners an Alpha might take. Faggots CELEBRATE Alpha virility and power. Hell, we WORSHIP our Alphas because of this! We love imagining our Alphas dominating and breeding females! Some Alphas own faggots who love to clean their Alpha’s cock with their mouths, lapping up the pussy juice off of it because of this very reason! As Master Hulk correctly stated, NO female would EVER accept that!

Master Hulk said he felt it was “unfair” that he should enjoy the sexual freedom he has while Noah does not get that freedom. This is a mistake of not understanding a faggot’s true purpose. Faggots are essentially born to serve as the property of Men. We serve at their pleasure and for their pleasure. Noah is pleased emotionally by being Master Hulk’s owned faggot and serving his needs.

Noah is pleased by fulfilling his purpose just as much as Master Hulk is pleased by unloading in a pussy.

This is a hierarchical truth about faggots that Alphas rarely understand because it’s so foreign to their own natural perspective. They aren’t accustomed to being with someone who is practically encouraging them to conquer pussy and indulge their lusts and then come home to be celebrated and/or worshiped for it!

But that is exactly that Master Hulk has in Noah, and it seems to be a perfect fit!

I’m so grateful to be able to meet a young King like Master Hulk, and particularly thankful that he shared some deep perspectives on both his past experiences as well as owning Noah! I can only imagine what more we’ll learn from him if he chooses to return!

Thank you, Master Hulk!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a young straight Alpha named Matt who suspected his good friend Andres was not only gay, but also a faggot … and rose up to protect him. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s not exactly breaking news to say that Men love fucking ass. I can only guess why. First of all, an asshole is tighter. Also, fucking someone’s ass causes them great discomfort, which makes a Man feel powerful. And fucking an ass makes any Man feel like his cock is gigantic.

There’s just one problem: women almost universally refuse to be fucked in the ass.

This everlasting battle over the use of assholes has led many straight Men and Alphas to seek out faggots to fuck in the ass. And guess what happens when they try it? They end up loving the use of faggots!

Now, as I was learning about straight Alpha Matt and his loving protection of his faggot best friend Andres, I never considered that he would ever consider using a fag for anal sex. Frankly, he seemed so nice and confident that I thought he’d never want to hurt someone by fucking them in the ass.

But what I failed to notice was the power growing within Alpha Matt as he started learning about hierarchy. All of the things he never noticed about his own Alphahood have been crystallizing in his awareness, and as he’s embraced his Alphahood, his needs have grown as well. This is pretty typical for straight Alphas I’ve known.

However, Alpha Matt has a bisexual God Alpha friend named Diego who has been training Andres and breeding him in Alpha Matt’s place. So Alpha Matt has been able to witness the power of ass fucking, and he’s also been able to ask probing questions about it as well.

In other words, even more changes are coming. Listen to this:

Hey Sam, this is Matt again

I think you’re reading my mind, man. I just had a conversation about anal sex with Diego last night, and today I see a post about it here. We were talking about women since he has vast experience on both sides, and he said that he has fucked dozens of fags in the ass, but only one girl. Then I said that I have never tried anal sex for this very reason, and oh boy, I shouldn’t have said that. He loves mocking me (in a friendly way) about how limited my sexual life is because I don’t bang and breed fags, but when he learned that I’ve never fucked an ass in my life, he basically started to treat me like a virgin. I love my friend and I know he does it because he loves me, but it is really crazy how easy it is for bisexual guys to get some ass, while I’ve been sexually active for seven years and I never had the opportunity to feel a nice asshole around my cock.

Diego truly thinks I should try a trans guy with a pussy to start exploring new things, but I honestly think that it would be easier for me to get hard with a very feminine trans woman wearing something to cover her front than to a masculine trans guy with a pussy. Maybe that’s a good way to finally try some ass, I don’t know. I’m not afraid of trying, but wanted to share this with you before.

I also wanted to tell you that Andres asked Diego to take him to the movies, but Diego told me to join them because, according to him, “the fag is falling in love”. I really don’t want my little Andres to have his heart broken, so I’m trying to approach it with him and show him that Diego does not want to marry him, not even to become boyfriends right now, but my little bro is really romantic and think he is a Disney princess, so I’m working on it. We went together to watch Spider-man and people probably thought that either we were gay-friendly straight guys taking care of our femboy, or we were a throuple haha but I don’t care, what matters is that Andres has never been happier, right now he has taken buckets of cum, and I’m happy he’s happy.

You can hear the gears coming to life and turning in Alpha Matt’s head! Master Diego is doing something all Alphas have always done with each other: Alpha teasing. It’s a form of mentorship closely related to the way a personal trainer pushes a student for his own good. Master Diego knows what Alpha Matt lacks in the growth of his Alphahood, and is using mockery and teasing to help push Alpha Matt out of his comfort zone.

But I think that Alpha Matt experiencing the breeding and training of Andres is also helping a great deal, too. He’s able to see the positive changes in Andres simply because Master Diego has taken the time to train him and deeply breed him with Alpha cum. Most straight Alphas never consider the power of their cocks and cum until they use faggots and see it firsthand. It’s hierarchical.

As for Andres, yeah it’s easy to fall in love with your first Master. And yeah, he’ll probably get his heart broken at some point. That’s unavoidable. But at least the little faggot will always have another Master in his life, one who will never fail him.

His Superman, Alpha Matt!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of Master Jin, a straight Korean Alpha who first learned about the ownership of faggots when he learned his college roommate Chin was a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There are a couple of milestone moments that transformed this humble Tumblr sex blog into a mammoth site of hierarchical truth. One was the discovery of Master Jase (California Alpha). Another was the story of Frat Fag (which will be returning soon to the paid threads portion of the site).

But the story of straight Master Jin and his college roommate Chin mushroomed into a saga so gigantic that I almost lost fingers trying to type fast enough. Through countless hours of messaging, emails, counseling, and recording every word for posterity, Master Jin’s story nearly broke me … but it also built the foundation for this monstrosity you’re reading today.

Master Jin’s story started in 2019, and here we are still talking in 2026. A lot has changed with Master Jin since then. He’s now a successful doctor who bravely and tirelessly fought the COVID epidemic in Canada. He has a steady girlfriend.

But some things remained the same. He still owns Chin and Lee as his live-in faggots. They’re both still caged. He still milks them a couple of times a week. And he makes sure they’re constantly filled with his potent seed.

I recently had a conversation with Master Jin that started with Master Jin asking this: “Do you think Lee is happy being my fag?”

So I shared this beautiful thought Lee had sent to me:

Needless to say, Master Jin was really happy to hear that … so happy that he went home that night and cunted Lee!

Lee is in a bit of a mess because I managed to cunt him again this evening. Faggot I did it because you showed me the message he sent I knew he was in need of a good fuck. Lee is a very good fuck. I do enjoy my faggots.

Then came a couple of surprises regarding Master Jin’s girlfriend:

okay but she has a hard time about my fags. When I showed her that they were caged that did not help. She is still processing it I think. Feels so normal to me.

Then, another doozie:

Well it was bad. She came back and I was fucking Lee. She was upset. She went back to her mums.

Wow! That’s crazy! However, it’s an Alpha’s right to use whatever he wants. A female can just leave if she can’t handle the fact that very dominant Alphas must exercise their power over everyone, both females and faggots. It’s simply nature.

But then something happened that demonstrates the absolute power Alphas have to really change those they own:

I called Lee a good girl as I was milking her the other day. I think things are changing for the best.

Lee told me about this incident, and how it affected him:

Since Jin cunted me twice in only two weeks I feel very strange. I am not a man I understand that. I think I am more a girl than a faggot. When he said that I’m a “good girl” on the weekend it triggered something deep inside me. I really am a girl trapped in a man’s body. I have not even talk to Jin about it yet.

Think about that: a Master’s words to his faggot can change its entire perception of itself or trigger deeper needs within it!

Master Jin thinks the prolonged chastity and being cunted repeatedly is responsible for Lee’s desire to have a sex change operation. I don’t necessarily agree. But we did see a similar course with Master Matt’s faggot Yul many years ago. I don’t think transsexualism is understood well enough to make any definitive statement.

Every time I talk to Master Jin and his beautiful, obedient faggots Chin and Lee, I’m filled with joy and pride. We’ve been through so much together, and yet every day I learn more and more from them!

I love you all!

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread following a faggot named Caio who wants to serve his two straight Alpha friends Felipe and Marcello, but they both have different issues with it. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s a scientific fact that all straight Alphas want to fuck assholes. Why? Because it’s tighter, it’s taboo, and it’s painful for the receiver. Men have deep sadistic streaks running through them, and they can barely hide it even when they’re trying.

There’s just one huge problem for these straight Men and Alphas: women almost entirely hate being fucked in the ass and will do whatever they can to refuse it.

This does, of course, provide a huge opening (no pun intended) for faggots to offer their own holes for use. That’s one reason why we’ve seen an increasing number of straight Alphas owning faggots. Not only will a faggot never tell an Alpha “no”, but it will practically beg for even more dick and cum! Straight Alphas are getting wise to this.

But so are the girlfriends of these straight Alphas. They don’t want to be repeatedly fucked in the ass by their Alphas, so why not arrange for the boyfriend to fuck a faggot instead? It takes the burden off of the girlfriend, while also making use of a fag’s natural function.

It’s one of those few situations where a faggot is a perfect solution to a persistent problem!

Notice how that situation is happening to Caio:

Hi brother Sam! This is Caio again, I sent you two messages about my complicated life with Marcelo and Felipe. Do you remember me?

I told you that Felipe was too politically correct and Marcelo just makes jokes about me being a fag. And I was trying to serve them.

I have been serving Marcelo by making his girlfriend’s hair, make-up, and nails for three weeks now. She is really nice and really sweet with me. She always says how much she loves the gays and how her best friends are all feminine guys. We got really close to each other and it didn’t take too long for us to start talking about Marcelo. After a few days talking about superficial stuff, she said “you know Caio, I’m gonna tell you something because you’re my girly friend, but Marcelo has a huge dick, he gives me too much work”. I was so horny that I needed to make a huge effort not to show her how much I desire her boyfriend’s cock. But I just said “girl, you should enjoy it, I wish I had a pussy like you, that would make my life so much easier” and she laughed and went a bit deeper, and said “you know, I admire you gay bottoms because I would never let a man touch my ass, it hurts to take him in my pussy, I’m sure he’ll never convince a girl to take him in the ass, no matter how much he tries”. I told her that Marcelo is a really great guy and she should at least try, but she just chuckled and said that “she lets anal sex for the gays because she already has a pussy”. I didn’t want to insist, so I just changed the topic and went back to preparing her beautiful hair.

My first thought was to serve Marcelo by convincing his girl to give him her virgin ass, but I don’t think this is gonna happen at all. And I have a a virgin ass too! I have already make out with other fags, and I have sucked the cock of two Alphas, but my ass is completely virgin and perfectly tight. That day when I arrived home I texted Marcelo and said “Sir, your girl is nice and ready for you, I hope you’ll have fun tonight”, then he send a clapping emoji and called me a really good boy. I told him that it is always a pleasure to serve him and that I’d always do anything that I could to make sure he’ll have a beautiful lady to satisfy him. I tested the waters and asked him if his girl was submissive and he just said “not even close”, but I was afraid of saying too much, so I didn’t say anything else.

I’m so horny and confused! I now know that Marcelo wants to fuck some ass, but his girl doesn’t accept it. I have a virgin ass and I’d be really happy to take him in my hole. At the same time, I am virgin and apparently he has a huge cock, so I don’t know if I can do it… please Sam, can you help me? What would you do in my place?

Regarding Felipe, I don’t actually have an update, but we are still in touch and I’m trying to see how it goes.

Thank you my lovely brother!

I’ve suggested in the past that I believe Alpha Marcelo’s “jokes” are not really jokes (I believe all such jokes have a seed of intentional suggestion in them). I do think Marcelo would do something with Caio if the situation was right.

Well, that situation might be right NOW. As Alpha Marcelo keeps joking around with Caio, his girlfriend is putting out vibes that she wants Marcelo to fuck Caio!

Caio asked me what I would do if I were in that situation. I would probably get Alpha Marcelo alone, kneel before him (or at least get physically lower than him) and ask him if I’ve been serving him well. Then emphasize to Alpha Marcelo that pleasing him pleases me (this concept is absolutely foreign to straight Men/Alphas). Then I would tell him about the conversation with his girlfriend, and then make it clear that my body belongs to him if he needs it.

Now, Alpha Marcelo might not immediately react positively to the suggestion, but the seed will have been planted. He’ll go away and think about that offer. Then watch what happens later!

That’s probably not the only way to handle it, it that’s how I would do it. Maybe tailor the approach to your own taste and style.

However, I think Alpha Marcelo is definitely attainable. He’s a ripe fruit waiting to be picked, so go get him, Caio!

The following post is part of a thread following Kamal, a faggot who has a desire to serve his Alpha professor uncle Farid. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When Kamal first wrote to me a couple of days ago, his expressed desire to serve his Alpha uncle Farid seemed difficult. Yes, his uncle is a professor of gender studies, and yes, his uncle has been talking to Kamal about hierarchy. It still seemed to be a difficult conversation. I answered him honestly, and gave him my advice. You can read that first QFR by CLICKING HERE.

Now, very often I advise people and they don’t take action. Of course, I can’t make anybody do what they’re unable to or unwilling to do. But there is only one thing is true: anyone who is unwilling to play the game will never, ever have a chance to win.

That is why I rejoiced when I received this inspirational update from Kamal:

Dear Sam,

Your words have been a quiet compass for me. I planned to write explaining why taking on household chores isn’t straightforward—his wife would notice the shift, and she already doesn’t like me much. Besides, between classes and varsity practice, I’m rarely home when she does them—but I’ve offered to help her  and maybe i can slowly take over the tasks that relate to my uncle. I want to serve him. I want to be the one who meets his needs. But that’s not why I’m writing tonight.

Masculinity has always been a quiet puzzle for me. Outwardly, I fit the part: my posture, my voice, the way people read me. But inwardly, something else stirs. It’s when I imagine being taken by a man like my uncle that everything clarifies. More than anything, I want to serve someone I deeply respect and admire. Someone whose strength—steady, unyielding, effortless—makes me want to kneel. To show him how much I want him. To let him know, without doubt, that he owns me. That his pleasure is my purpose, and being used exactly as he desires is my calling. And because it’s my uncle who has awakened this in me, he’s the only one who can fill the hollow ache inside me. The one who can finally make me who i am.

In my heart I believe this confusion only ends when he takes me for his own. When he pushes deep enough that I stop being the man I thought I was—the one who hides behind a hard shell—and finally become what I’m meant to be. I need him to split my core open, peel away the disguise I’ve worn for years, and set who I truly am free for him to see. Buoyed by your words, today I decided to stop hiding. To “man up” one last time and tell him everything and be done hiding.

It went… I don’t really know how. I found him in his study, lost in a book. When I asked to speak with him seriously, he set it down and gestured to the couch. But instead of sitting across from him, I stepped close, dropped to my knees between his spread legs, and looked up into his eyes. He blinked, surprised. I told him everything—how long I’d waited, how deeply I wanted him, how his strength pulled at something in me I couldn’t name. I held his gaze the whole time, even as my voice trembled. When I finished, the weight of it hit me all at once. My chest shook. I looked down, and tears spilled over before I could stop them.

His hand found my head and he tilted it up until i was facing him. But I couldn’t look at him so I don’t know what he saw. He spoke in that low, steady voice I know means business: “This is true?” I actually don’t remember if it was a question or a statement. All I could do was say yes and that I’d never lie to him.

There was a long enough silence that I risked a glance at his face. His eyes locked onto mine, and something in them shifted—darkened, softened, or maybe both. He exhaled slowly. “I need some time alone with this, Kamal. I’m glad you told me. Don’t cry.” His thumb brushed away a tear, and I stood and left him there. 

Now I’m waiting. My pulse won’t settle and I jump at every door opening, phone chiming. I can’t wait till he gets home tonight and it’s the thing I’m most afraid of at the same time. I don’t know what will happen, but I’ll tell you when I know. 

Thank you for helping me.

HOORAY!!!

Kamal took action almost immediately, and was able to FINALLY express the feelings that had been tormenting him! And Sir Farid’s response was quite positive (others may read it differently), showing tenderness and empathy to his faggot nephew while also metering his response so as to not over-react! That is what true leaders do! I’m incredibly impressed by Sir Farid’s powerful example!

But I’m beyond proud of my brother Kamal! What he did took a lot of courage, strength, and humility! He opened his heart and offered himself with trust to the one Alpha in his life!

Why can’t more faggots do this? What stops them from trusting that superior Men would react in superior ways??

I can’t wait to find out the resolution to this situation!

Good job, my brother!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The other day I published a pretty alarming story of fag Marcus being used abusively by his 21-year-old Master, Alpha Lion, and Master Lion’s 18-year-old Alpha cousin. Some of the details on that weekend were grim enough to be dangerous.

But more interesting than that was what we learned about Master Lion. Despite his young age, he seemed to effortlessly command people older than him without a second thought. He proved to be bold and decisive, and everyone around him obeyed without question.

I thought the account Marcos sent was quite enough, but there’s a second part to the story that’s even wilder than the first! Read it:

Hi, Sam.

Thanks for the valuable advice you gave me. I confess I was already doing exactly what you said (staying silent and waiting) even before reading your post, because the events of that first night—which I described in my last post—and what followed (which I’m sharing today; I wrote it all at once but it got too long, so I split it up) made me realize something different was going on with my Master.

Picking up where I left off: after the girls stated they were at Yuri’s (a pseudonym) disposal, he and the Master sat down. One of the girls put on some stripper music and they began to undress. From where I was standing, I could see the two Alphas looking relaxed; one girl danced on the table while the others waited, sitting on the floor nearby. When they finished undressing, they’d sit next to the men, who would casually drape their arms around them and grab their breasts. Only when they were all naked did the cousin ask how they would split the girls up. The Master replied, “Why split them up?” noting that they were all at the cousin’s disposal—he should just pick the two he wanted and rotate between them throughout the night. The cousin asked which one was the best, and the Master replied that he had chosen his best-behaved girls and they were all good enough, though each had a specific strength. He pointed them out: “This one gives the best blowjob, this one has a super-wet pussy, this one has a tight, gripping ass, and this one can handle really rough fucking.” The cousin then said he wanted the one with the best ass, since his girlfriend is religious and won’t do anal. The Master told him not to worry about that, as they had all been instructed to do *everything* he ordered, so he’d have four tight little asses to have fun with. The Master stripped off his clothes, took the his girls to his armchair, and had them suck him off while he watched his cousin. The cousin ordered them to undress him, and one of the girls made the mistake of dropping his belt buckle on the floor. He gave her a sharp slap on the head and told her to show more respect for his buckle (in the days that followed, I saw that he was really into the whole cowboy thing). He pulled the other girl onto his lap to kiss her and left the one who had messed up on the floor, having her take off his clothes and fold them. When she removed his underwear, what stood out most wasn’t his penis—which was the same size as the Master’s, just a bit thinner—but the massive amount of body hair. Because of the heat here in Rio, the Master would sometimes trim his hair a little, but the cousin clearly had never done anything of the sort; he was *incredibly* hairy. If his penis had been small, it might have gotten lost in there. Once he was completely naked, he sat down and ordered the two girls to lick him. They approached but then hesitated and pulled back; looking at the Master, he said:

“Didn’t you say they’d do whatever I wanted?”

The Master looked at the girls and said:

“They will.”

He looked at the girls and shouted, “Get to it, goddammit!”

It actually startled me, since the Master doesn’t usually shout. The girls did too; they quickly obeyed the order, though they didn’t look too happy about it (that’s when I remembered cousin saying he hadn’t had a decent shower in four days—and with that much body hair, he probably didn’t smell too pleasant, at least not to women).

The two men then put their arms behind their heads and started chatting about past hookups, parties, and personal memories, while the four girls sucked their huge cocks.

After a while, the Master ordered me to get some beers, and I rushed to do it as subserviently as possible to please him. When I handed over the beers, the cousin asked if I was just going to stand there watching them fuck. The Master then ordered me back to the corner to face the wall. I could only hear everyone moaning, unless I was called to fetch cigarettes (for the cousin) or beer, at which point I could catch a quick glimpse of what they were doing. I realized then that an alpha competition was playing out: whenever the Master stepped on a girl’s head, the cousin did the same; when one fucked their throats, the other did too; and even when the Master fucked one girl while having another lick his ass, the cousin followed suit.

At one point, when I brought several sandwiches for the two of them, I realized I hadn’t eaten since waking up—having had to prepare the Master’s coffee and the banquet before heading to the airport. I asked the Master if I could step away to eat something, but, fueled by that competitive adrenaline, he just looked at the cousin, told me to shut my mouth, and ordered me back to the corner. It wasn’t until the fourth or fifth time after that that he asked if my stomach was still empty; he smiled arrogantly at the cousin and said to me:

“Come fill it up, then, faggot.”

He made me kneel and pissed liters of beer into my mouth.

I went back to the corner, facing the wall, and could… feeling my stomach heavy and letting out small burps that smelled like piss, which I quickly swallowed so as not to making noise and disturbing the Master.

After about two hours, the Master called me over again and asked if my stomach had emptied. Afraid he might order me to drink the cousin’s piss, I said no; however, he told me that his bladder was full of piss again regardless. So, obediently, I bent down to drink a second cascade of urine. All the while he was pissing into my mouth, he kept looking at the cousin with a smug expression.

Afterward, he dismissed me, telling me to go eat and also feed his fiancée in her room. Then, I was to fold and put away the cousin’s things and go to sleep.

It wasn’t until morning that I was woken by a blow to the face; when I looked up, it was the cousin who had struck me with the sole of his foot. He asked if I thought it was right for him to sleep on the same level as a slave and hauled me onto the floor. The Master stood in the doorway watching as the cousin shoved me under his bed—alongside boxes, his shoes, and a blue suitcase full of dirty laundry—and ordered one of the girls to spread some blankets from the bed down to the floor.

And so, I slept for a while longer, “trapped” in a makeshift, stinking hovel.

It might seem like a miserable life and that the two of them are terrible people, but today—while I was waiting for them outside a party to act as their driver and take them to some lucky girl’s house—I was writing this message to you. The Master appeared and asked what I was doing. I showed it to him; at first, he was quite angry that I was writing about him without permission and started scolding me, saying he would punish me. But after reading how I write about him with such reverence, and seeing how respectful you were, he decided I could keep messaging you. He also explained to me that neither you nor I—since we aren’t “real men”—know anything about cars, and that I was never in serious danger because his car (a BMW X3) has an air passage between the cabin and the trunk, which he made sure to keep open. He would never allow anyone to cause me fatal harm (bearing in mind that he literally saved my life) or permanent injury, as I am one of his most prized possessions (I took that as a declaration of love).

He told me that he and his cousin have competed since childhood over who plays better, who climbs the highest tree, who crosses the river first, and so on. He said I might have to suffer a bit more than the usual faggot while he’s here, but that whenever I suffer in silence and keep obeying, it shows his cousin just what a powerful man the Master is. So, I have to get used to it and view it as a form of devotion to him.

I don’t know when I’ll be able to write to you again, as the coming days will be tough, but I’ll be back soon to talk more with my friend and mentor, faggot Sam.

Fag Marcus.

Marcus does such a great job serving Master Lion. I’m so impressed by how well he handles every twisted and sadistic turn his young Master throws at him! I mean, he drank piss on command twice without being anywhere near prepared for it! He worked hard during a long night of being used! It’s not always easy to be an owned faggot!

I was overjoyed when Marcus told me about being discovered writing to me, and that Master Lion read and approved of my documenting this situation! I always like for the Masters of the faggots who write to me to know their faggots are doing it, because this can lead to greater education in hierarchical truth.

I loved the detail that Master Lion and his cousin have always competitively fought all of their lives. Marcus correctly identified it as Alpha dominance battles. Alphas always play “King of the hill” games because that dominance born within them drives them to conquer from an early age. Yet Master Lion was fighting for dominance even then … and winning!

Master Lion is clearly an unstoppable force, a God Alpha who probably deserves to own a mansion with ten faggots worshiping and serving as in-house slaves. He’s that type of Alpha, the legendary ones who inspire legions of faggots to instantly submit and countless women to beg for breeding. His is a blessed life, and we are fortunate to be getting a first glimpse of his glory rising over the land. His land.

Thank you, Marcus, for sharing your experiences of service to this once-in-a-generation King!

Love,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a married beta-sub named Pete who was raised hierarchically by his Alpha father and grandfather, and is submissive to this three sons. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The story of beta-sub/faggot Pete and his relationships with his God Alpha father and his three Alpha sons continues to get crazier and more complex with every update. There are so many intricate co-minglings (literally) within the family’s emotional architecture that I occasionally stop and ponder over how it got this way.

My answer typically comes down to this: Master Doug, Pete’s God Alpha father, enforced a joyful celebration of masculine hierarchy all of their lives, and this is the end result of it. Pete’s family loves Manhood and the power that imbues in them. It’s just a great thing that Pete’s three sons have all turned out to be Alpha and can benefit from the teachings of Master Doug while also practicing on their faggot father!

Pete wrote a bit more about the family after my last post and my commentary possibly rattled him. I didn’t mean to sound critical or concerned about the situation. It’s simply not something I’ve seen a lot of in my time with this site (God Alpha Dino’s family notwithstanding).

Here’s Pete’s update:

A few thoughts and updates.

Danny, the youngest just turned 14. The other two have birthdays in August.

Danny is still a little horn dog, but he is learning control, leadership, responsibility. The summer has been full of baseball and football camps.

All three are team leaders.

One of Danny’s coaches told me what a fine man Danny is. A real leader (let again a great player.)

The older two were always going to do great. Danny was looking to be a wild boy and a difficult teen – but he’s learned to know his place, how to channel his energy, how to treat others. He does it as an alpha male. The same coach said that it was so great allowing Danny to grow into his dominance. Coach is a friend of my dad’s.

Sex around the house is not all that often really. The two oldest boys are driving, middle boy only has his permit and will get his license in a couple of weeks. They spend time with their friends and various girlfriends. Good guys.

Danny spends more time naked than anyone. His friends come over and strip down, too. Playing in the pool, gaming. Their folks, especially their fathers are fine with it. Boys, guys, men will be naked.

Danny jacks off more than anything else sexual. 

I’m still Dad, and if anything the boys are more affectionate. It is an affection that a guy has with a friend lower on the pecking order. There hands are always on my shoulders, often with their hands on my head, often fingering my hair. I’m Dad that drives them around, doles out cash. But my oldest will tell me to wash his car, and I do. Often they will tell me strip down and stay naked, e.g. when I’m home from work, errands, shopping, gym. Dick and ass get pats. Hair gets ruffled. Very affectionate and very much comfortably exerting their dominance and the pecking order.

I don’t mind. I enjoy it. A lot.

Fag. Faggot. I guess I am, though I am not sure what it means in my circumstances. I’m definitely male and generally a guy. Easy going, but that does lead into submissiveness with other men, such as at the gym, etc.

My dad was telling me how he didn’t get the whole chastity thing, or guys being covered with jocks when being fucked. He said that a part of being a strong man is dominating and controlling and fucking other men – and he wants to see that it is a man that he is topping and bettering. He also said how he likes looking at the men he’s fucking having their dicks go soft and get smaller. He doesn’t allow his fuckboys to touch their dicks. He likes to see handsfree orgasms and ejaculations.

Also, my fuckbuddies, my friends, all comment how when fucking with other guys that they have no problem with e.d. or getting wiped out until they cum a few times. None have much sex with their wives. We all like the sweaty, physical, athletic man with man sex. We’ve also started making-out when we’re together. We didn’t use to, at all. Men kiss and make-out completely differently than we do with women. Rougher, more fun. (Never done it with my boys!  Ugh. Gross.) My dad wants to make-out when he is building up to pounding.

I love the details about how Pete’s sons treat him! It’s affection, certainly, but tinged with unmistakable dominance. The boys are lion cubs learning to kill, and using their father as the prey.

I’m really curious about Master Doug’s strong dislike of chastity or jockstraps for his faggots. I guess some Alphas love to see the difference between a Man (him) and a failed male. Humiliation is one of an Alpha’s favorite weapons, and I’m sure Master Doug wields it well!

Also, the idea of making out with my Dad turns my stomach!

Pete’s final paragraph is a ringing endorsement of Man-on-Man sex. It’s an interesting point. Men love to be with other Men, and they’re often invigorated by the experience of bonding. Sex between Men is definitely rougher and more adrenaline-fueled. I know I’ve only ever felt more alive after being fucked.

In all, I think Pete cleared up some of my misconceptions and helped me appreciate that the boys are growing up more naturally than I initially believed. It’ll be interesting to see if all or any of them claim faggots of their own as they grow!

They probably won’t find one as good as their Dad!

Hi sam

im 18 years old from the uk. I have a friend Sam same age as me. A few weeks ago I was pretty drunk after a night out and had failed to pull a girl. I complained about it and he suggested that he could help. I was freaked out by it and just went to bed. In the morning I woke up with my usual morning wood and could stop think about his offer. I texted him and said if he was that desperate to suck my cock he should come over and do it. I was shocked when he responded telling me he was on his way. I let him suck my cock and he swallowed my cum.

we have both had girlfriends in the past. I have been looking up about fags and alphas and kind of like the idea if he is a fag of having someone who I can get a blowjob from when ever I want. Do you think he’s a fag and how do I find out if he is?

Thank you very much for writing to me, Sir!

Well, this is pretty exciting! I’m so proud of you for taking action so swiftly once it occurred to you that your friend might be a faggot! This quality is very much typical for Alphas (in case you were wondering if you are Alpha).

I think it’s kind of funny that you’re asking me if there is some way to find out if your friend is a faggot when it ran to your house to suck you off and swallow your cum ON COMMAND, Sir! Do you really need more proof than THAT? I’m not sure I can even come up with a better test than that!

So I think it’s safe to say that your friend IS a faggot, Sir. Now the question becomes: what more do you want with this faggot? Just blowjobs on command? Do you want to take ownership of him and make him your personal fag? Ownership involves training the fag, getting inside its mind and helping it accept itself and its purpose.

Here’s what I suggest, Sir: order the faggot to come over and suck you off. But when it arrives, have it kneel before you and kiss your feet. Then put its face in your crotch and deeply inhale your scent. Then talk to it, and tell it that you know it’s a faggot, and that you want to own it. See how it responds. Then as it: “What are you?” Make it say “I’m a faggot, Sir.” Repeat it until you’re happy. Then make it admit that it is YOUR faggot. Again, repeat until satisfied. Then feed it your dick and force it to swallow your cum.

These are typical brainwashing exercises to get the faggot to embrace its purpose as your property, Sir.

I really hope you decide to take ownership of it. This faggot has awakened your Alpha senses to the greater hierarchical purpose of your life as a leader, Sir. You’re taking a bold new step toward the vast power promised to you from the moment of your conception! Take it all!

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Hi im a 16 year old and im a faggot and i need your help because i dont know how to approach this part of myself ( sorry if my english is bad im from italy) and also how do i find a alpha my age? I been realy intrigued by tue story of master lucas and hope to find one like him what should i do?

Hi little brother! Thank you for writing! By the way, your English is just fine!

I wouldn’t pin my hopes on finding an Alpha like Master Lucas, because he’s a rare type of Alpha. However, I am sure there are Alphas in your school who could use a faggot. In school, you just start by being useful or looking for ways to serve nonsexually. Identify one or two Alphas you’d like to serve (hopefully you already know them) and start offering to buy things for them or do homework for them. Be genuinely complimentary about how they look (young Alphas love flattery and are triggered by it). Maybe even start calling them “Sir” (in Italian, of course) to see if that gets their attention.

The Alphas you seek are in your school. Go get them!

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Dear Sam,
I hope you’re doing great. My name is Kamal, and I’m an 18-year-old college student living with my uncle, Farid, who’s a professor of gender studies on campus. I’m writing to you because I think I’ve finally figured out who I am—a faggot, and I’m really excited to learn how I can help my alpha male uncle in the way he wants.
Over the time we’ve been living together, Farid has introduced me to some interesting readings about gender and we’ve even discussed male hierarchy. The more I talk with him, the more convinced I get that I am a faggot and he is clearly an alpha male.
Farid is incredibly dominant and masculine, with a beautiful muscular body that I can’t help but stare at. His pecs are luscious, his thighs are strong, his biceps look like safety to me, and his nipples are impossible to ignore. But what really gets my heart racing is his magnificent cock—8 inches long and so thick it makes me crave the pain of taking it for the first time. Just thinking about it makes me weak in the knees.
I know that as a faggot, my main role is to serve and please my alpha male uncle. I’m eager to do whatever it takes to fulfill this role and become the ultimate sex slave for him. More than anything, I am ready to be cunted, relieved of the burden of false masculinity and transformed into a faggot by and for my uncle. I want to hurt for him, be caged by him, used by him, controlled and protected by him. It’s a physical need like hunger that I can’t stop thinking about. 

How can I make him see past his affection for me and as the fag I want him to make me into? How can I make him be the one to cunt me, make me feel the void, make me cum from being fucked by him while my cock is trapped in the cage he puts me in? Please Sam, help me. 

Kamal.

Kamal, thanks for writing!

Congratulations on discovering your true purpose! It’s an important step that is so vital for all faggots to embrace so they can live their best lives! I’m glad you’ve found the truth!

I’m pretty sure your uncle is Alpha as well. More importantly, based on his conversations with you, I believe he knows you’re a faggot. Because of the family connection, I’m sure that’s why he hasn’t forced you into submission already. However, all of those types of concerns fall away in the face of pure hierarchical truth. It doesn’t matter that he’s your uncle … he’s Alpha, and you were born to serve Alphas like him.

I know you’re all hot and bothered about getting fucked, but part of being a faggot is succeeding in the small details as well. Are you doing all of the domestic chores? Are you ironing his clothes, etc.? Are you serving him meals? Offering to provide other forms of domestic-like service? These should be happening, or you should start doing them. This will trigger in his mind that you are accepting your role as his faggot.

To break the ice even more, you might have him read my “Letter To An Alpha” (link in right sidebar). He’s a scholarly Alpha who understands hierarchy on some level, so I imagine that letter would ring true to him. I have little doubt that he would have a positive response after reading that (combined with your exemplary service around the house).

Try those things and see what happens, brother!

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a young straight Alpha named Matt who suspected his good friend Andres was not only gay, but also a faggot … and rose up to protect him. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I honestly feel like a silly fangirl whenever I write or speak about Alpha Matt, the straight, 25-year-old Protector Alpha who has shepherded his faggot best friend Andres to safety and into the service of his Alpha friend Diego. There’s something about his steady confidence and inherent masculine goodness that gives me a WIDE-ON (if you know, you know) whenever he contacts me. With him I’m like a female who gets hot and bothered when she sees a hot guy holding a baby or playing with a puppy … The contrast between the power of a Man carefully handling the weakest of creatures always makes them wet.

I wish Alpha Matt would’ve been my best friend when I was a confused faggot in high school. I would’ve been so grateful to him for his benevolence and tenderness toward me that I would’ve never stopped kissing his feet in gratitude! I just wish with my whole fag heart that straight Men everywhere could come to know Alpha Matt and learn from his magnanimous masculinity!

What he has done to rally around his frightened faggot friend Andres and lead him to a fulfillment Alpha Matt might not even fully understand is already the stuff of legends here. He just knew he needed to act to save his beloved friend! But Alpha Matt has gone several steps beyond what an ordinary straight Man would do, including finding a Master for Andres named Diego and allowing Master Diego to breed Andres in his apartment! Words really fail me when I contemplate it.

Now Alpha Matt returns with an update. I can’t wait for you to read it!

Hey, this is Matt again!

I just listened to your podcast about me, and it was really nice to see all your respect and devotion. I do hope that one day a girl will talk about me just like you.

I’ve been a bit busy, but I wanted to give you an update. Diego had a lot of work this summer-that is, he basically spent the whole month of July fucking Andres multiple times under my roof. At first he would wait for me to leave the apartment, but I told him that I don’t care, so now what happens very often is that I’m watching TV while I hear the bed frame literally banging the wall in the other room. Diego told me that he covers Andres’ mouth because he doesn’t wanna disturb me with the noise lol what a thoughtful friend I have. I think many other guys would be upset or offended with his bisexual friend fucking his fag friend in his own bed, but to be honest, I’m glad to see that my apartment became a safe place for my little Andres to be himself. I did tell him to wash the bed sheets though, it would be too much to sleep on his sweat and cum lol but joking aside, I am truly happy, Sam. Andres wakes up with a beautiful smile on his face every single day, he hasn’t cried for two weeks now, which is a big achievement considering how depressed he was living with his family. And I officially brought him to live with me, he feels much safer here than with his parents. And so, our dynamic now is that my apartment has just 1 bedroom, 1 kitchen, 1 bathroom, and 1 tiny living room, so Andres sleeps on the couch in the living room, I sleep in the bedroom, and when Diego is around I let them have fun in my bedroom.

Andres does not tell me the details, I guess he feels embarrassed, he just thanks me for being a good friend and says that “things are going well”. Diego, however, loves to give all the details, many more than I would ask to be honest lol he told me that Andres was waiting for him with his hole already lubed and wearing the butt plug I gave him, so he just needed to take if off, put some lube on his cock, and go for it. He also said that after three weeks Andres’ blowjob is “better than a woman would get in 10 years” – Diego likes to rub on my face how lucky he is to be bisexual and fuck both guys and girls.

By the way, you said in the podcast that you don’t know if I would watch the porn on the website, and I’m very open-minded, I have nothing against it, but it just doesn’t turn me on. I wish it did, because Diego has a wonderful life fucking all the holes he wants, but I just like the female body so much, the boobs, the forms, the shape, the pussy, it’s all so visually appealing, I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Nothing against fags, please don’t take it personally, I recognize that some guys are really handsome, but I just don’t get hard watching gay porn. I have considered trying it with a very feminine guy, or maybe a femboy wearing a cage and some make-up, but I don’t know, I don’t think I’d get hard. Diego and I got much closer this summer now that he is with Andres, and Diego thinks that I should try a transgender guy with a pussy just to see how it feels. I don’t know, I have zero fragile masculinity about it, but I don’t wanna try it and then not getting hard and having a weird moment for both me and the guy.

I’m going out with that submissive girl I told you about. She just let me fuck her twice in a month, unlike Andres who let Diego fuck him around 20 times lol but she’s a nice girl and quite submissive in bed. In all other things she’s not submissive at all, but she made me cum twice in the past few weeks, so I think I’ll have a great time with her.

Thanks for the very kind words on the podcast, Sam! I appreciate it. Now that I’m 25 I wanna explore my Alphahood more and more, and your posts have been very helpful. I hope you like to know that our little Andres is living his best life, I take care of his feelings and safety now that he lives with me, and Diego takes care of his holes… he’s a lucky boy, isn’t he?

First of all, it’s so beautiful that Alpha Matt has moved Andres into his apartment! It sounds a bit short on room, and I get a feeling this arrangement cannot last too long with only one room. After all I’m sure Alpha Matt will want to bring a girl home to empty his balls, too! But they seem to be getting by okay.

I do think that it would be a good idea for Alpha Matt to set out some domestic chores for Andres to handle. I say it would be good for Andres because Andres needs to learn that owned faggots should honor and respect their Alphas in this way, but it would also be good for Alpha Matt to get a taste of what faggot ownership feels like. Not that he wants to own a faggot himself, but he might come to understand the advantages of owning them.

I’m really glad that Andres has made significant improvement since his awkward first time serving Master Diego! Apparently Master Diego is quite skilled at training faggots! It hasn’t been that long, and Andres is already better than most women! That’s quite a compliment!

Then Alpha Matt starts discussing his attraction toward women and his lack of attraction toward males. I get it – he’s straight. But a lot of straight Men and Alphas use faggots sexually despite not being attracted to them physically. So what is the reason? SUBMISSION and WORSHIP. Women do not properly worship or respect the vast, world-conquering power of Men despite the fact that MEN WANT AND NEED THIS WORSHIP! They’re made to be worshiped! So when straight Alphas have a faggot kneeling at their feet, kissing their feet, respectfully calling them “Sir” or “Master”, and glorifying them in general, something other than sexual attraction kicks in.

What is that? It’s an Alpha’s need to conquer and ascend into a position of ultimate glory where women and Men submit to his power. That need, that desire exists in the mighty hearts of all Alphas, and a faggot unlocks that better than anything else!

I’m not suggesting Alpha Matt should even try a faggot’s worship, but I’m pretty sure he would get hard if a faggot worships him and then wraps its skilled mouth around his growing cock!

To that end, I was so disappointed that Alpha Matt’s girlfriend only “allowed” him to use her sexually twice in a month. Alpha Matt is a growing King, and any subs in his Kingdom should be on-call and ready/willing to service him on command! In the world of faggots the word “NO” doesn’t exist. It wasn’t Andres “letting” Master Diego use him 20 times … but rather, Master Diego decided to use Andres 20 times. Again, Alphas make the rules, not faggots!

Overall, this is an amazing update. I love how happy Alpha Matt is from seeing his faggot friend Andres happy, safe, and fulfilled! But even more important than that is the fact that, in the course of trying to help Andres, Alpha Matt has awakened a deeper sense of purpose within himself! He’s embracing his natural role as an Alpha and realizing the truth of hierarchy in his own life!

And why is that important? Because our broken world needs more good Kings, righteous leaders, and God Alphas in it! Alphas like my beloved Alpha Matt!

Thank you, Sir!

Always,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

While I generally agree that minors should not be engaging in sex with adults, the arbitrary age of 18 to be an adult in the United States (14 years old in Brazil) seems like such a silly line to draw, especially given the the serious consequences involved. Seriously: what is the real difference between a 17-year-old and an 18-year-old? Do you realize how many adults have gone to prison over that numerical difference??

I say that because I firmly believe true Alphas cannot be restricted by such idiotic laws. How can the ascension of a natural-born God Alpha be contained or inhibited by the stupid laws of inferiors? It’s impossible.

Master Lion is clearly a God Alpha in the making, but he’s only 14 years old. He’s doing absolutely everything he wants, fucking any females he wants, and he owns a personal faggot – our dear friend Marcus. So far, Master Lion has used Marcus in relatively typical ways. But things recently and dramatically escalated, as Marcus told me here:

Hello, Sam, how are you?

I was planning to talk in this email about how I started out with my young Master—since you mentioned that in your last post—but events from this week made me change my plans. For the first time, I need advice from my brother experienced fag.

I don’t know if you’re aware, but the winter break in Brazil happens mid-year, meaning schools and universities go weeks—sometimes up to a month—without classes. Usually, during this time, the Master travels to his home state (he was born in Paraná), so I have to book first-class tickets, rent a car in his hometown, buy concert tickets, pack his bags and belongings, and so on. In short, I ensure that, even while away, he doesn’t have to worry about tedious details. But this year, in the middle of a blowjob he was getting from his fiancée, the Master gathered her and me on the living room floor because he had matters to discuss. He announced that he wouldn’t be traveling this year because he was hosting a younger cousin who was coming to visit Rio de Janeiro. The cousin would be staying here for a week and had to be treated exceptionally well, as he was the cousin the Master liked best. He expected total obedience from both his fiancée and me; if  embarrassed him, the punishment would be severe. His fiancée would be relocated to a spot in the Master’s bedroom, as the cousin would be taking her bed in the small room we shared. All her belongings and mine—whether in the room or the wardrobe—had to be packed into boxes and stored under the beds or out on the balcony so the cousin could unpack his things without issue. I could continue sharing the room with him, but I had to remain silent and discreet; after all, while he was here, the room was his territory. The Master ordered me to take time off work as well, so I could be at the cousin’s beck and call 24 hours a day; the Master couldn’t put his own life on hold to look after him, so that task fell to me. I would have to fetch whatever he wanted and take him wherever he wished, ensuring he faced no issues during the trip and enjoyed the best vacation of his life.

To ensure the cousin felt comfortable around the house—Paraná is a colder state, and he wasn’t used to Rio’s heat—he might prefer to lounge around freely (in swim trunks or even naked). Consequently, all household chores became my responsibility, as the Master is *very* possessive of his fiancée (insisting that the only penis she should ever admire is his own). She was to remain confined to the Master’s bedroom the entire time, only allowed out when the men were away.

Until Sunday, I had assumed the cousin was a child or, at most, a teenager, since the Master had mentioned he was a minor. However, on Sunday, the Master returned from a party at 3 a.m. and announced that the fiancée and I had to be up by 7 a.m. to prepare a feast of the cousin’s favorite foods and sweets. He had also summoned four of his regular girls, who were due to arrive at that same time to get ready. He ordered that he be woken up at 9 a.m. with breakfast already prepared, as the plane was due to land at 10 o’clock and the Master wanted to go to the airport.

When I woke him up, the Master came into the living room, sat in his recliner, and ordered me to bend over. He placed the breakfast tray we had prepared on my back, and while he ate, he told the four kneeling girls they had to follow his rules and look their absolute hottest; any complaint from the cousin at the end of the day would be enough to get them banned. …once ready, were supposed to help the bride in the kitchen until they returned.

The master was still sleepy when we left, so he lay down across the back seat with his legs resting on the front passenger seat—which had been reclined—while I drove. I was supposed to go into the airport, wait (in case of a delay), and only return to the car to call him once the plane had landed. I waited for nearly an hour.

When the cousin appeared, the master called him “kid” simply because he was younger—he had just turned eighteen—but he was clearly a man and had been fulfilling his mandatory military service for a few weeks. he was wearing green military clothing but sported a cowboy-style belt buckle and hat. Amidst everyone, the master hugged him and said pointed at me “This is my servant.” Then he looked at me and said, “Take the bags to the car and wait there with the A/C running fag. My cousin and I are going to have some juice and catch up.” I went back to the car and waited for an hour until my phone pinged with a message from the master.I ran to the airport restaurant, where he told me his cousin was feeling hot and sent me to buy a pair of flip-flops for him.

I started walking away but then realized I didn’t know the size (I know the master measurements by heart, so I usually handle that automatically). I went back and said, “I’m sorry, master, but I don’t know the size,” to which the cousin replied 45 —casually adding—”Hurry up, faggot.” I ran off while the my master laughed. I bought the best pair in the shop and returned to hand them over, but the master ordered me to put them on him.
<span;>So, for the first time in my life, I had to serve someone in public, and I confess I felt …awkward about it.

But, under the Master’s stern gaze, I knelt down, removed cousin’s combat boots and wet socks, and put his slippers on him while they chatted casually. The smell was sour and quite unpleasant—so bad that I gagged on the stench, and even the Master, sitting at the head of the table, coughed. The cousin apologized, explaining that he hadn’t bathed properly for four days because they had been on a mission in the forest, and he had come straight from the barracks to the airport. The Master told him there was no need to apologize, as this was my job and I actually liked the smell of a man.

I went back to the car to wait another two hours or so until they decided to head home.

You often talk here about alpha competition, and I confess I had never witnessed it before—since the Master’s friends I know are clearly beneath him in status—but with his cousin, it seemed he felt the need to assert dominance. When they returned to the car, the Master opened the trunk and told me that, for his cousin’s comfort, I would be riding back home in there (something that had never happened before and which I also found unpleasant). To make room alongside the Master’s gear and my cousin’s suitcases, he ordered me into the airplane “brace position” (head between my knees, hands behind my head), placed those foul, sour-smelling combat boots right beneath my head, locked the trunk, and they drove off. The smell inside the trunk was horrible, as the shoes had been baking in the Rio sun; As the car moved, I felt the suitcases bumping gently against me and felt tears streaming from my eyes, which were burning intensely. I thought about screaming or at least kicking off the shoes, but I remembered the Master saying he demanded total obedience—and that he would even banish his girls—so I stifled my anger and stayed quiet; after all, it’s only about a forty-minute drive from the airport to the Master’s house. But time dragged on, and only after a long while did the car stop—yet the door didn’t open. I thought he had gone inside and forgotten me in the car, and I began to panic as the air grew stifling. Just as I started gasping for breath and was about to scream, the door opened. Once I caught my breath, I saw we were at the beach.

Both men were shirtless—the cousin was even obscenely displaying his a huge amount of pubic hair in public—and they were eating *açaí* (a type of Brazilian frozen treat).

The Master said arrogantly, “My cousin wanted to see the beach, so we made a detour. You don’t mind, do you?” They stepped a short distance away from the car because of the smell, and when they finished eating, the Master whispered something to his cousin, who walked over and asked if I wanted a treat too. I looked at the Master and realized I had to say yes, so I replied, “Yes, sir.”

The cousin pulled his two wet socks out of his combat boots and said, “Open up.” I gave him a pleading look, but saw the Master approaching, saying, “He told you to open up.” Then the cousin shoved the socks into my mouth and said, “There—a snack for the faggot.” The Master ordered me to chew and asked if it was good. I tried to answer between gags, but only grunts came out; they shut the door again, laughing. After a long time—hours, perhaps—the car started up again.

When we got home it was already getting dark, I noticed they were wet and smelling of beer. And I realized that while I was suffering in the trunk and the women were spending the afternoon cooking a feast, the two of them had simply spent the afternoon enjoying the beach—just as life intended: alpha males having a good time while being waited on by everyone.
<span;>The Master ordered me to step outside, bring the suitcases in, and let the girls know that they had arrived. The fiancée was to go to her room and stay there, while the other girls were to take their positions (I don’t know exactly what that meant, but it must have been part of the rules he’d laid out when he summoned them). When I walked in with the first bag, I saw the four of them dressed in racy outfits—an angel, a policewoman, a nurse, and a bunny girl—but all of them had their breasts exposed. As I came in with the second bag, the two men were standing in the living room right by the door, so I had to wait; I watched the Master say, “Welcome to the welcome party for the best vacation of your life.” Then, one by one, the girls approached, gave the cousin a quick peck on the lips, knelt down to plant a small kiss on his massive bulge, and said, “Welcome, Mr. Yuri [pseudonym]; I am entirely at your disposal.” As you can imagine, a lot has happened since yesterday. And after a wild party and a huge orgy that lasted until this morning, the Master ordered me to wake him up tonight so he could go to the gym. I’ll tell you about it in the next message.

PS: As I mentioned, some things happened that I didn’t like—being trapped in the car trunk like an object and having to serve in public (even if it was just something basic like taking off a man’s shoes)—but I’m afraid of being used in other ways in public, or that things might escalate into something worse during this “alpha competition.”

So, I’d like to hear from my more experienced Fag brother (I don’t know i …your age, but you’ve been serving for over seven years, so you’re much more experienced). Should I somehow complain to my owner about what I didn’t like? Should I wait until the cousin leaves to do so—so as not to embarrass him, since I don’t know when they’ll be apart again? Or should I swallow my pride and personal preferences, or please my master as he desires—trusting that I’ll eventually get used to it, just like with other things (like drinking the master’s piss—I hated it at first, but now I simply love it)?

I’m pretty stunned by the way Master Lion controls males older than he is. It sounds effortless. He’s commanding groups of whores, his faggot, and even his older Alpha cousin!

But the concern I had while reading this account is the danger they Marcos in. They seemed to not care at all, or they didn’t have the comprehension and foresight to realize that danger (and shows their age, honestly). I guess they didn’t leave Marcos in that trunk long enough to really get hurt, but what happens that one time they do?

But what should Marcos do? I definitely don’t think he should complain while his cousin is around. I’m not even sure Marcos should ask for an audience with Master Lion about it after he leaves. Personally, I think it would be good for Marcos to just try to endure it and look at the long game with his Master. As he grows, Master Lion is going to see Marcos’s loyalty and obedience much differently.

And then, Marcos will win.

Hi Sam!

My name is Rulfo, and I am pretty sure I’m a faggot, but I’m 23 and no man has ever touched me. I’m not really attractive, I’m hairy, and a bit chubby. I think my life would be so much easier if I were cute, but it is what it is, and that’s okay. I have a co-worker who is openly bisexual and loves to brag about the girls and guys he fucks. Yesterday, we were talking (in Spanish) and in the middle of the sentence he said in English that our new intern, a 19-year-old guy, was “a good boy”. I didn’t understand what he meant, so I just smiled and then he said “do you know the difference between a bad boy and a good boy?”. I thought he was still talking about the college students we receive as interns, so I just said “well, good boys are more committed to their work.” He laughed and said “no, good boys deserve to be kissed, and bad boys deserve to be spanked, but at the end of the day both deserve to be bred”. I blushed immediately, it was so embarrassing, and at the same time so arousing, he kept laughing at my embarrassment. I arrived home and jerked off thinking about him. He is so Alpha and so confident in everything he does, I feel really safe when he’s around. At the same time, I am fully aware that I’m not as attractive as the cute intern or any other college twink he can find… what do you think? what would you do in my place? do you think comments/jokes like this one is just him being funny or maybe I should try to serve him?

I’ve been reading your work for 3 years, but that’s my first message to you. I hope you’ll be able to read it! I love you and your work, brother!

My brother, thank you for writing for the first time!

Let me just address the first part of your letter for a second. You say you’re “not attractive” because you’re hairy and chubby. I always encourage faggots who are serious about serving to try and get into the best shape they can, even if it’s just dieting and simple exercises. Do it for you and your self-confidence! The hair part might be more difficult to deal with, but even that can be solved. Even if you don’t, consider this: I have a fag friend who is obese and REALLY hairy, yet he serves all the time. Why? Because he knows what he wants and he isn’t shy. Being confident in yourself and your place as a faggot will overcome a lot of other, superficial issues.

This Alpha co-worker is very interesting to me. He’s quite confident and self-assured. I do think he was testing you with that statement. He was testing your reaction in order to see what it revealed about you possibly being a faggot. I thought you gave him an EXCELLENT response, and he played along! I’m proud of you for that!

So what did we learn? He fucks faggots, and he’s not too terribly picky (he breeds good boy and bad!) as long as they’re faggots (boys). He’s playful and he’s easy to talk to. And, most importantly, he understands the basics of hierarchy and recognizes it.

Here’s what I think you should do: since he’s already brought it up to you, ask him if you could ask a question and then ask him if he ever trains virgin faggots (maricons). Let him figure out that you’re talking about yourself. See where that conversation leads. Don’t be afraid of doing this, because he’s the one who introduced the subject. He did that for a reason!

If you just can’t get yourself to say that to him, let him read my “Letter To An Alpha” (in the right sidebar) and that will definitely break the ice!

I’m excited for you, Rulfo! This could be the break you need!

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling a caged faggot named Houston who struggled to take a straight Alpha without lube, but is now serving a mid-twenties Alpha from his gym. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Alphas live on the hair-trigger edge between their Protector and Destroyer Alpha sides. You can be owned by the most incredibly nurturing Alpha, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can set him off in ways you’d never expect.

I’m not saying this to scare any faggots, just to serve as a warning. So my advice is to obey at all times, even when you think he isn’t looking. That’s the only way you as a faggot can hope to safely survive.

Relatively-new faggot Houston discovered this fact about his new Master Mason the other day after a fairly hair-raising episode that involved a near-rape:

Hi sam,

Things had been going really well with my new Alpha (Mason) at the gym. He’d really gotten me on quite the routine across all forms of service over the past few weeks until a major incident happened.

There’s a guy – Tony – who is a large, built Black Man that comes by the gym towards closing to deliver supplies about once a week. I was in the laundry area when he arrived last weekend (normally on Mondays) and my 3” inseam shorts and cage bulge weren’t leaving much to the imagination. Mason likes me dressed like an inferior slut when it is less likely to be an issue after hours.

Well Tony took notice. He started teasing me and asking if I was a cocksucker/faggot. I, of course, confirmed right away as I don’t find it respectful to lie to a Superior Man like him.

He went about his delivery but I could tell he was constantly eyeing me. That’s when instinctively, I started sticking my ass out and arching my back more than needed to get some laundry out of the dryer. That was all it took. The next time he came in, I got a solid few slaps to my ass and then it was just Tony commanding me to “get on this dick faggot.”

It didn’t take me long to have it mostly down my throat – choking on it like a debased, sloppy whore. But his cock is massive. Probably 10+ inches. So it was a struggle. He worked up to quite a brutal face fucking from there before spinning me around so quickly I nearly lost my balance. Before I knew it, my shorts were down around my ankles and my caged clit exposed.

This is where I got a bit scared. I hadn’t taken a dick that big before and I had a feeling he wasn’t going to ask if I wanted to try it out. Without a second to process it, he thrust his dick to the balls and totally rearrange my guts without any mercy. It was so painful and unrelenting. I screamed out and tears began flowing freely down my face as he slammed the full length of his thick dick in and out. I have no idea how long it went on for but suddenly the door flung open and there was Mason – furious and seeing red. He ripped Tony off me and punched him square in the jaw.

I don’t recall all that happened in the moment. Just that Mason said “No one fucks MY faggot without my permission. Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.”

“MY faggot.” That phrase of ownership and protection swept over me even in my post assault head spin. Tony was gone as soon as he stumbled back from the hit to the face.

Mason inspected my pussy and saw that it was pretty torn up/bleeding. After all his assertiveness and getting Tony off of me, I thought he would be nurturing in the moment. But I was dead wrong. He said he saw the whole thing on the security camera and that he’d even reversed the video after hearing my yelps and seeing me on the screen. And he wasn’t happy about what he saw leading up to it.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you flaunting yourself like a desperate whore in front of him. You practically begged for it. Now look – I’m down a delivery guy and I have a disloyal faggot with a useless pussy.”

I began crying all over again begging for his forgiveness and that I’d do whatever he wanted to get another chance.

He immediately threw me over his knee and gave me the hardest hand spanking I’ve ever received. It somehow hurt worse than a paddle or belt. And I think it was my guilt that stung the most. As his hand kept swatting full force he asked a series of questions that required me to affirm my owned status as his faggot.

“Whose faggot are you?!” – yours Sir!

“Whose cockwhore are you?!” – yours Sir!

“Whose cum and piss guzzling loser are you?!” – yours Sir!

The onslaught of questions didn’t stop for the entire spanking. He shoved a dirty pair of underwear from one of the Men’s laundry in my mouth as he left me sobbing on the floor. He came back a few minutes later and had something in his hand.

“If you’re going to have pussy that’s dripping like a bitch on the rag, then you’re going to be treated like one. Put it in.”

It was a tampon. He had gotten it from the women’s locker room. I have no experience with that but was not going to upset him further. So I fiddled with it and, with a lot of discomfort, buried it in my still raw pussy.

He just walked out saying “fucking pathetic” without even making eye contact.

I was so relieved that he still did use me some the rest of the weekend but only for face fucking, as a urinal and then even started having me eat his ass – especially after a long workout session or day at the gym. He really got into calling me “asswipe” at that point.

It was just today that he decided it was time to use my pussy properly but once he began his rut, it started bleeding again. And it was painful! That didn’t stop him breeding me but he let me know what a mess I was making on his dick.

Now I’m so worried about what to do, sam! I was mad at Tony but then just mad at myself for letting the situation become so disrespectful to my Alpha (and destructive to my cunt).

I’m not sure what to offer or say to Mason. I’m trying to think of new ways to worship him while hoping my pussy can heal. I’m worried about satisfying his needs while recovering and even have considered finding some willing twinks that might be of better service to him in the meantime – but I of course am worried he may prefer one of them over me after that and just dismiss me outright.

Any advice would be greatly appreciated! Don’t know where to go from here 🙁

houston

My initial reaction to Master Mason arriving and beating up Sir Tony the black Alpha who tried to rape Houston was to practically jump up and down for joy. That is pure Protector Alpha behavior, and it really spoke to me that Master Mason’s appreciation for his personal faggot was growing stronger.

But then came Master Mason’s real feelings.

I wasn’t prepared for the way Master Mason reacted to the way Houston responded to Sir Tony’s aggressive flirting. I think it’s hard for Alphas to understand the reactions of faggots in situations in which they feel vulnerable. It’s a natural defense mechanism we have. I think Master Mason mistook some of that.

I’m so sorry that Houston was injured, and that his Master didn’t see that damage as something of a crime against his property. He seemed to view it as something Houston asked for rather than what it was – an assault – and that Houston should be shamed for it. What an unpleasant way to handle that!

I can definitely imagine how awful Houston feels, first from messing up and getting assaulted, and then being shamed and slightly abandoned by his Master! I do think Master Mason looks bad here, but like I said at the outset, Alphas straddle a line temperamentally and it’s often hard to predict.

Personally, I think Houston should continue to serve Master Mason and try to do his best to smooth-over the situation with faithful and sorrowful service. Hopefully it softens Master Mason’s heart, and he realizes he reacted too harshly. Being a dominant Alpha doesn’t mean you can hurt people unjustly and expect others to accept it.

My heart is with you, Houston! You’re doing a good job, brother, so don’t give up. These are all just all part of learning about yourself, your abilities, and your purpose!

Love,

sam the faggot

What do i do if I think someone in my family is an alpha or someone not 18+ is an alpha? Is it allowed to serve them?

Thank you for writing!

Well, you’ve mentioned two of the scenarios that are quite tricky, obviously. I’m not going to advise anyone to break the law (when it involves minors), but Alphas are much hardier and insistent and things happen.

I think the thing to do in this situation is to submit to them informally and allow their own dominance to reveal itself. Nature will dictate the rest.

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Sam   How do you handle when you are more intelligent than a ALPHA?

Thank you for the question!

It’s a common misconception that faggots are “stupid” because they are inferior to Men and submit to them. We hear it a lot in the findom space especially, with straight cashmasters calling their faggots “stupid” and “worthless” simply because they were born to submit.

I can tell you right now that many faggots are NOT stupid at all, and are in some cases vastly more intelligent than the Alphas they serve. I can think of many faggots I’ve featured here who are extremely intelligent, and most likely have intelligences superior to their Masters (out of respect, I will not name names). I am definitely not a stupid fag, and I have quite often served Alphas who were not as intelligent.

But here’s the key: I don’t let my intelligence cause me to become prideful. In the end, I submit and serve Alphas (even dumb ones) because they represent other aspects of Manhood that I completely lack. Qualities like strength, power, courage, dominance, and leadership count far more than intelligence when it comes to hierarchy. So I yield, choosing instead to use my intelligence as an offering to better my Master’s life rather than use it to belittle him.

Hopefully that makes sense!

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