This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Maybe once a generation a God Alpha appears who seems to not only overcome all challengers and obstacles, but who also alters our perception of reality and possibilities. This one effortlessly controls others as easily as a child plays with toys, and all of creation seems to bow to his will.
In the series DUNE, this one is called the “Kwisatz Haderach”, or universal super-being.
In our world today, he is called Master Anthony.
Ever since I first started featuring him on the site, there has been a growing contingent of my readers who have become obsessed with him. For Master Anthony, this is nothing new. Everywhere he goes people cater to him, submit to him, and serve his whims.
After I published yesterday’s update from Fabien, I received the following question:
“Could you ask Master Anthony if he still owns or uses Daniel his teacher?”
I felt a bit embarrassed that I’d forgotten about Daniel, so I asked Master Anthony. Here was his reply:
Good faggot! Yeah of course Daniel is still a slave of my stable! I gave him a break for the summer and I’m no longer his student now, but he begged me to keep using him after that! LOL I’ll check with him to see if he’s being compliant and obedient with the Alpha students he’ll have in his classes next year. Over time, I’ll see if I still require his services or if I’ll just leave him to the next generations of Alphas who will attend the university with him.
Taking a quick look at your site, it seems like Fabien didn’t tell you when Daniel begged me to fuck him in the ass? My boy forgot his homework! I’m going to have to punish him hard!
I thought that was an excellent answer by Master Anthony, but I wondered what he meant about a missing story regarding Daniel.
And wouldn’t you know, a couple of hours later I received an update from Fabien:
My beloved big brother, please forgive me again! It was back in May, I had even drafted an email to send you to tell you the new, but then I got caught up in other things and it slipped my mind…
One Saturday night, during an Alpha Pack party at the apartment with several slaves, Daniel was there to pour drinks and serve as a footrest. The Alphas raped several of us, and Anthony did me the honor of ass-fucking in front of his bros. Even though my master’s boot was pressing down on my head while he shoved his big cock deep into my ass, I could still see that Daniel was mesmerized. He was practically drooling!
The next Monday, after Daniel’s class, Anthony had throat-fucked him in his office and left him covered in cum, then went to hang out with his friends. Daniel texted me, and we exchanged several messages. Here’s a translation of them:
“Fabien, I have to tell you something. Ever since Saturday night, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I dream about Anthony taking me from behind, but at the same time, it scares me. Do you think I should talk to him about it?”
“YES! Tell him! No, better: BEG HIM to ass-fuck you! Believe me, brother, he will be thrilled and he will accept. You will reach new peak of slave happiness!”
“I fear it hurts…”
“Of course it will hurt. A lot. But what is more important? Your comfort or Anthony’s pleasure? You already know the right answer.”
After a moment without a reply, I sent him one last message. “You are a natural slave. You know it. Remember your place! Do your duty! I know you will make me proud, brother.”
I let Daniel mull it over. The next evening, while I was worshiping Anthony’s feet as he relaxed watching TV, Daniel came over to the apartment. He rushed over and knelt before the Master and mumbled “Master, forgive me to bother you, but I need to ask you a big favor. You have done me the honor of enslaving me and showing me my true nature. Would you be willing to sodomize me, Master? I beg you with all my inferior heart.” Then he fervently kissed Anthony’s feet. Anthony beamed and roared. He said “How far have you come, slave? Here you are, crawling at my feet, begging me to take your anal virginity. Boy, go get some lube!”
I rushed to obey as Anthony pulled out his cock. He grabbed Daniel roughly, threw him onto the couch, and pulled down his pants. I assisted my Master in sliding his wonderful cock into his teacher’s hole. Anthony didn’t go easy on him; I could see Daniel moaning in pain and shedding tears. I stayed close to him (Anthony was holding me down on the ground with his boot, too) and whispered words of encouragement to my brother, advising him to kiss his pendant engraved with Anthony’s name. I was very proud of him: after that, he thanked Anthony very emphatically!
Since that day, during parties with other Alpha students, Daniel has been fucked in the ass and spit-roasted several times. If you could have seen his eyes… You could tell just how much of his ego, every last shred of his masculinity, had vanished. All that remained was the realization that he had finally found his place as a slave and sex toy to his own students.
Here’s the story, my beloved bg brother! I hope it pleases you! Sorry for taking so long to share it with you!
Lots of love!
fab the fag
Now THAT is one hell of an update!
I love this update not only because it shows how methodically Master Anthony submitted and trained Daniel, but also because the story highlights Master Anthony’s overwhelming power to force others (including Alphas) to obey him!
God Alphahood fits Master Anthony like a superhero suit!
Flush with power because of Fabien’s adoring update, Master Anthony finished with this flourish:
Here you are, faggot, you have it! You can see why daniel is so desperate for me to keep him as a slave, hey? I’m sure you faggots are forever in love with the Alpha who ass-fucked first haha!
Bye, faggot!
And then Master Anthony added a message in French for Fabien:
Voilà un bon garçon obéissant ! Tu es pardonné, va ! Je suis un Maître miséricordieux. Mais je vais peut-être quand même te fesser, juste pour le fun !
Translated:
There’s a good, obedient boy! You’re forgiven—go on! I am a merciful Master. But I might spank you anyway, just for fun!
Fabien is the luckiest faggot on the planet to be owned and used by Master Anthony! He is the perfect faggot for a most perfect King!
Thank you to both my Master Anthony and my brother Fabien for this!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been an excruciatingly long time since I last heard from my faithful brother Fabien, the French faggot owned by straight, Tom Holland-lookalike Master Anthony (last update was APRIL!). However, I knew two things: (1) serving a straight God Alpha like Master Anthony will keep any faggot busy, and (2) Fabien was planning another wondrous, months-long summer break for his Master and his Alpha pack! I certainly didn’t want to interrupt any of that!
But you can imagine my joy when I opened my email last night to find a letter from my brother! Just listen to how Fabien starts it off:
My beloved big brother!
I am so so so sorry! As I was cleaning out my emails, I realized I failed to reply to your last email before summer! Brother, I beg your forgiveness on my knees! I’m an unworthy, ungrateful little brother!
Such a little drama queen! LOL! That’s okay, though! A little groveling is good for us fags!
But here’s Fabien’s fabulous update:
This summer is AMAZING, and I’ve been super busy! We spent a good part of August in Spain, where we got to see a total solar eclipse. I can tell you that Anthony was very pleased with me. When he heard about the event, he told me to do everything necessary so he could see it. He then discovered that I’d already had everything planned for weeks just in case: a vacation there for him and his Alpha brothers and their own slaves, and special glasses for the Masters to watch the eclipse… He was over the moon! He fucked me in the ass all evening and let me sleep next to him, with my head near his cock. I love it when my Master is this happy with me! I’m so thrilled! On the day of the event, Anthony allowed me to watch the eclipse and lent me his glasses for a few minutes, while the other slaves had to remain on the ground at their masters’ feet and worship them for the entire time. They were only able to look during the total phase of the eclipse. That’s only natural: Alphas have privileges! After all they’re the sunshine in our lives and they light up our days all the time!
Before that, in July, we visited several beaches and vacation resorts in North Africa. It was a smaller group, with just Henri and his slave Clément. The four of us had a wonderful time together. Clément and I are now in complete symbiosis in serving our two Masters, just as they are with each other. We love to watch their manly friendship and being their servants and playthings when they’re enjoying themselves together. We massaged and licked their feet several times while they were sunbathing side by side by the pool in public! Some of the other tourists were surprised, but it became a habit, and we were thrilled to reveal the truth of Hierarchy! I can tell you that some beautiful young girls were turned on by the sight and ended up in the masters’ beds… I have to say, I love seeing this wonderful brotherhood between my Master and his best mate Henri. And I admit I feel a twinge of pride at all the little signs that show Anthony is the leader and Henri is one level below him in the hierarchy. He always gets first dibs on choices (girls, activities…), and even though they often have moments of rivalry (in physical challenges, games…), Anthony always wins, and Henri clearly respects his superiority. But of course, that doesn’t change the fact that Henri is light-years aove me in the Hierarchy and that I happily grovel at his feet!
Also, this summer was a lot of fun for Anthony at the movies, with two films starring Tom Holland! My Master jokingly asked me if I would leave him to serve Tom if I had the chance; I replied that I already had a God who welcomed me at his feet, and that this privilege was more than enough for one inferior. To me, Anthony is already Spider-Man, Telemachus, and all the heroes, kings, and gods of history!
Anthony and I are going to spend the rest of August in a villa by the sea with an older cousin of his, who’s about my age. My Master told me that his cousin is undoubtedly an Alpha, but has no experience owning slaves. I wonder how that’s going to turn out!
I apologize again and again for taking so long to reply to you! I’m often overwhelmed and exhausted, though I’m very happy to devote my life to making my beloved Master Anthony’s life even better. But I should never forget that I owe it all to you for opening my eyes to my true nature and my destiny as a faggot. I kiss your feet in shame and guilt! And I’ll kiss Anthony’s feet and suck his cock for you!
Lots of love!
fab the fag
Such a wonderful update!
One thing Fabien excels at is preparation and anticipation. He’s always ten steps ahead, planning ways to satisfy his Master’s needs long before his Master knows he needs it! This is not easy, but Fabien makes it seem easy because of his natural talents.
Another thing Fabien is especially good at is keeping his ego and jealousy in check. Many faggots struggle with this (I know I did), but Fabien knows his place and embraces it. In fact, I’d say Fabien enjoys the fact that he’s Master Anthony’s personal slave and plaything. He’s so humble that it makes my heart rejoice!
So I wrote back to Fabien with some of my thoughts, as well as a stern refusal on Fabien’s offer of foot worship. I wanted to know how he was able to afford all of these lavish vacations, as well as how he was handling hearing/warching Master Anthony fuck girls. He replied this way:
Haha! I don’t turn tricks on the side (no time for that!), but it’s true that my finances are tight! Fortunately, I manage to save up during the year, since I no longer treat myself to anything other than pleasing my Master (which is more than enough!) and other slaves of the Alpha pack contribute to the Masters’ lifestyle! Thanks to our combined efforts, we are able to provide them with a living standard that comes a little closer to what they are entitled to.
My Master sometimes does me the honor of letting me be there when he’s fucking girls! Not always, but sometimes I’m kneeling in a corner or at the foot of the bed. Once, I was licking his toes while the girl was riding him. I’d say I find him a little gentler and more considerate with the girls. Mind you, he’s obviously very dominant and expects them to respect and to worship him, to say so and to show it! But you can sense a desire to be a little more romantic and to care at least a little about their own pleasure. Whereas when he fucks me or one of our faggot brothers… Let’s just say we’re not much more than living sex toys! LOL I also get the impression that he growls and roars more when he’s fucking me, whereas he makes moans of pleasure with the girls… But maybe I’m just being overly interpretive!
I will be more than happy to worship Anthony’s feet and cock to make amend to you! Thank you for giving me such a punishment!
Lots of love,
fab the fag
I do wonder if Master Anthony is using these fuck sessions as a training method for Fabien, or if he just likes showing off (might be a combination of both). When used with affection, this method of allowing a fag to watch can be a bonding experience. But when it’s used to retrain a jealous fag, it becomes a more painful Nuclear Method of destroying/rebuilding a fag. Thankfully, there is genuine love between Master Anthony and Fabien!
I told Fabien to kiss Master Anthony’s feet and suck his dick for me if he really wanted to apologize for leaving me hanging.
So it was no surprise when I received something in the mail today:
Hey faggot!
My good boy fab sucked me off and told me it was from you haha! Nice of you to check in! fab told me he gave you the gist of our summer. It was great! We’re going to spend some time soon at a beautiful beach villa with my cousin Arthur. He’s a really cool guy I haven’t seen in two years. I’m pretty sure he’s an Alpha, but I don’t think he’s using faggots, haha we’ll see if he converts!
Bye, faggot!
Master Anthony simply oozes raw God Alpha energy, even in a letter. His power grows daily, and he’s becoming impenetrable and unassailable as a King. It’s such an honor to even know him!
As for Arthur, I have no doubt Master Anthony will convince him of the joys of faggot ownership! Master Anthony is one of the great mentors of lesser Alphas, and they always obey!
I’m so happy to have heard from both of them! Let’s see if I hear back from them again before Christmas! LOL
The Alpha’s cock pulses repeatedly, shooting his DNA deep inside his latest conquest. When he breeds a faggot, that DNA enters its bloodstream and begins the process of genetic ownership.
When a faggot pulls off an Alpha’s cock for a break, it’s important for the Alpha to redirect the fag’s head back on it as Master @ambroxios_back does here.
There’s no excuse for a unsatisfied Alpha.
A faggot gets a break once it has swallowed every drop.
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!
During my life I have been owned by multiple straight Alphas. Those many years of experience led me to create this site, which was originally titled “FagsWorshipStraights” on Tumblr. During those first few years I received plenty of flak for my relentless assertion that straight Alphas owned and used fags like me.
These days people no longer question it, because the evidence is piling up here and everywhere that yes, many straight Alphas do indeed own faggots … and always have!
I’m saying all of this because Queen Sophie (and I) received quite a shock a couple of days ago, one I should’ve seen coming.
READ ON:
Oh my good sam! I absolutely must tell you what happened!
As I mentioned last time, Raphael instructed me to come spend Sunday with him until he leaves on his trip. I arrived at his place late on Saturday night and quickly took in his beautiful apartment. We spent yet another wonderful night of love, during which he penetrated me through every hole.
That morning, after I’d taken care of his morning wood, I got up to make him breakfast, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back close to him. “No need, wait just a little.” We cuddled tenderly, and just a few minutes later, the door opened and a young pretty boy, in his twenties I think, walked into the room!
Seeing how surprised we both were, Raphael remained calm, with one arm behind his head. “Sweatheart, this is my home slave. Hi boy. Meet the woman I love, Sophie. You’re to serve her as well. No wake-up blowjob this morning, Sophie has already taken care of it. You’re going to bring breakfast for the both of us. Sophie, my love, tell the slave what you want for breakfast.” I quickly regained my composure and told the boy what I wanted, and he rushed outside saying “At once, Ma’am!”. I turned to my lover and master. “What’s his name?” He replied, nonchalantly. “I don’t remember, not even sure I ever asked him. I don’t care.”
As you can imagine, I was at once amazed, excited, and, deep down, not all that surprised to discover that Raphael was also dominating a boy serving him domestically! While we were having breakfast in bed, the boy was worshipping Raphael’s feet. At one point, the master motioned for him to kiss mine, too! Oh, what a strange pleasure I felt!
Raphael and I spent a wonderful day, snuggled up at his place, filled with tenderness, conversation, and fun. A minor incident occurred during the day, but it was no big deal. While his slave was serving us drinks as we sat on the couch, he almost knocked over a glass. Exasperated, Raphael grabbed him by the ear and ordered him to be more careful. I shyly tried to intervene. “Come on, Raphael my love, don’t be too harsh…” But he immediately silenced me, without even raising his voice. “Shut up, woman. The man’s talking.”
After the poor boy went off to do other tasks, Raphael made things crystal clear. “Don’t ever interrupt me again when I discipline my slaves, and never undermine my authority. I hope I have made myself clear.” I felt both guilty and aroused by his natural power. “Absolutely, my love. Sir. Fogive me. I shall behave.” I was relieved that he forgave me right away. “Good girl. I love you so much.” Then he passionately kissed me.
I had planned to help Raphael pack for his trip, but he quickly made it clear that I was there solely for companionship, affection and sex, while his slave handled all the logistics. On Monday morning, we said goodbye on his doorstep, while the young boy was waiting for him with his luggage to drive him to the airport. After a long, warm hug, Raphael said to me “My slave is at your disposal while I’m away. You can summon him at any time to serve you and your son Lucas, for whatever you need.” I replied “Thank you so much, my love! Lucas often has his own servants to help me around the house, but I’ll keep your slave in mind if needed!” “What an impressive young man. I can’t wait to meet him. Have a wonderful time together, sweetheart.”
I’m already looking forward to seeing him again! I almost feel a twinge of regret for not going with him as he had told me to, but I’m overjoyed at the thought of seeing my son again soon. These two weeks would be so long without him!
Master Raphael owns faggots!!!
It really doesn’t surprise me that much in the larger scheme of things. Apex and God Alphas like Master Raphael have tremendous needs for worship and service that far exceed what only one person can provide. Owning a private entourage of females and/or faggots gives a God Alpha a feeling of completeness about his life and a fulfillment of how he views his Kingdom.
I love the way he sprung that faggot on Sophie! I’ve heard of this being done before. I think Alphas do this with females to test their reaction to their ownership of faggots.
Of course, Queen Sophie already has extensive experience with straight Alphas owning faggots because of her son, Master Lucas. But still, how weird that Sophie has that in both her son and her lover! I’m not sure what those odds look like in Vegas, but they must be nearly impossible!
I’m just so delighted that Master Lucas will now have a God Alpha mentor who will understand his needs for power and worship! They’re elite Alphas whose needs are poorly understood even by other Alphas!
Master Raphael and Master Lucas will be able to speak freely to each other in a language only they’ll understand, and I know it will only make Master Lucas even that much more powerful and confident!
But finally, I must commend Queen Sophie. She has done everything correctly in submitting to Master Raphael’s power, and she’s shown resilience, strength, and flexibility while learning how to serve/satisfy her Master and boyfriend!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
In the history of this site, I’ve covered some Alphas so powerful that they feel dangerous even in writing. These are God Alphas who are less human and more like elemental forces of nature.
Among these, Master Chad reigns supreme.
Master Chad is the straight Alpha son of God Alpha Dino. I was there when Master Dino taught his prolifically-fertile firstborn about the purpose of faggots, and Master Chad responded by breeding fags with as much gusto as he bred females. The humans inhabiting his planet are merely toys with holes for him to fill with his prodigious cumshots.
Today Master Chad lives in his perfect place, leading Hierarchy Island, killing game, and being served by an army of faggots and females while ruling alongside a handful of Alphas. It’s an idyllic existence for sure.
At Master Chad’s feet are 13 biological sons, gathered to him on the island from the various female incubators he’s impregnated. Statistically-speaking, not all of his boys would be Alpha. But what if some of them were actually faggots?
Listen to what Master Chad is discovering:
Sup cockjockey,
Dino mentioned rappin with ya this morning and it got Me thinking. Maybe ya heard about this kind of situation I got on My hands cause even Pop is uncertain how to deal.
For sure 2 of My boys are fags. Gavin and Justin display all the signs but Gavin is different. Tough as an Alpha but definitely not one. For instance, he goes up against any of his brothers but steals My fuckin dirty socks for God knows what. He sneaks around at night to watch Me fuck. I catch him sleeping with My boxers covering his face. I sleep like im dead so who knows if the little fuck is licking My nuts and shit while I’m sawin logs. LMFAO I am his focus. It’s a lot like bunny’s need for Pop growing up so I know I got another bunny in him. But here’s the deal, say c.c. brings Me a beer. Gavin will go get another can, set it beside Me and take the one his mother brought and throw it away. Then the fucker will just beam a smile at Me. Once Cal got My jacket for Me and Gavin punched Him in the nuts and snatched the jacket away and brought it to Me. He’s on Me every second and fights his brothers if they dare to interrupt his playtime with Me. He’ll sneak in bed with Me and c.c. at night and I find him with his face in My crotch or My pit. Little fucker wants his Daddy all to himself and will fight anybody, even adults who try to horn in on his scene. Goddamn faggot, He’s so into Me I already know what’s gonna go down one day, right cumhole? The looks he gives Me sometimes are fuckin pure unadulterated lust. A fuckin 8 year old is slobbering for My cock without even knowing what his feelings mean. All he knows is he wants Daddy’s attention and does his best to outdo everyone else to please Daddy, and to be near Me. Fucker can hold his own against his superior Brother, the Prince. Mommy is the only tough faggot I know of but I don’t know how she balanced all that. I miss her badly. I wish I could talk to her about this shit. She’d know exactly how to handle this. Poor c.c., she understands Gavin’s desires but it still hurts her a bit that the child she loves and raises gets pissed like it’s a competition for Me. She’s managed to make a game of some shit she does for Me by including him and it’s helped. But I still got the rough stuff to deal with. What do I do with a baby faggot in love with Me and willing to fight everybody to capture My sole attention? Fatherhood is, at one and the same time, fun as fuck and harder than My cock after a week of no sex. Pop has told Me how He’d handled bunny but she’s a pussy. Gavin is not.
Well cumhole, what’s your ideas on the subject. Ever met a subservient faggot who could beat ya up? Ever heard of anything like this before? Get back to Me when ya can.
It’s crazy to imagine Master Chad being lusted over by one of his faggot sons. Of course, Gavin is too young to even understand what he’s doing. It’s pure instinct driving Gavin’s actions, a primordial faghood working itself out.
I’m sure most fathers (Alpha or not) would react in horror if their sons acted like this. I know mine did. However, Master Chad is accustomed to his overwhelming presence forcing subs into deep submission to him. Gavin’s actions are less surprising and more about revelation.
This type of situation, one that so often results in broken relationships, can be handled effectively because Master Chad knows hierarchy so well. Hell, he DEFINES hierarchy! This is why I’m so adamant that people learn hierarchical mechanics. It gives insight where was once only fear.
In terms of what to do, I don’t think there really is anything to do. Gavin is too young to know what he’s doing. Scolding him will only confuse him more.
Just let him grow into whatever nature intends. If Gavin truly is a faggot, then there is no better place for him to embrace his purpose!
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 initially asked for me help to approach his Alpha uncle Farid, I was almost as nervous as Kamal for multiple reasons. First of all, I’m always uncomfortable about service arrangements among members of a family given the risk of fallout. I was also nervous about the potential culture issues involved with this arrangement. All of that anxiety was piled on top of the typical concerns we fags have about offering ourselves to straight Alphas.
Kamal followed my recommendations, and quite frankly his uncle Farid responded in such a surprising way that even I was taken aback (it takes a lot to shock me).
Ever since I published that last post, I’ve been waiting anxiously for a follow-up. Last night that response arrived, and it couldn’t be any better!
READ THIS:
Sam,
You thought me insane for not surrendering immediately, but you misunderstand—I was ready to collapse at his feet that very night. It was Farid who imposed the delay. He wanted me to sit with his offer, to be certain I understood the weight of what I was choosing. He would not let me rush into his possession until he was satisfied I had truly considered the cost.
I waited. I thought. And when I knew—when I was certain—I went to him.
I knocked timidly on his study door. He called for me to enter, and when I stepped inside, he did not gesture toward the couch where we have had so many proper conversations. Instead, he turned in his chair to face me fully, and he spread his legs wide, and he gestured to the floor between his sinfully inviting thighs.
I went to him. I knelt there, looking down at the carpet, but he said, “Put your hands on my thighs and look at me.”
I moved further in between his legs, close enough that the air I breathed off his crotch was not only scented but warm. I placed my trembling hands on his thighs and looked up into his eyes. I held his gaze for a few seconds, but the intensity of it—of him looking down at me from that position, of what I was agreeing to become—overwhelmed me, and I placed my head on his left thigh, my nose almost touching the middle seam of his trousers, and I breathed deep.
I heard my uncle’s breath hitch in response. His hand came to rest on my forehead, but instead of the paternal love that gesture usually signifies, his hand crushed my face into his crotch, and I was grateful—so grateful—that the choice was taken from me, that I did not have to act on the desire to do just that but that he made me, and that made it somehow more beautiful.
But just as quickly as his hand had crushed my face into his body, it left, and his voice said, “Kamal, I want you to know that whatever you say to me tonight, all we will do is speak. I will not take you even if you have come to tell me you want it. I will not have you look back on this night and think I guided your responses somehow because I wanted you. Don’t mistake me; I want you. I want you desperately. But tonight I will hear your answer, nothing more. My darling boy, don’t be afraid. Whatever you have to say to me, I will love you like I always have. My love is not on the table. It is not part of any deal. It is there for you always.”
I looked up at him and said, “Uncle, everything you say to me, every memory I have of loving you and you loving me, convinces me that this is the right thing for me. To belong to you. I have come to tell you that I accept your terms. You fill me with joy, uncle. You always have. And I can’t wait for you to fill me with a more selfish love. With your need and your desire. I am made for you. I am the luckiest faggot in the world that you not only want me but refuse to stop loving me. I have thought this through like you commanded, and I am yours.”
My uncle smiled at me and said, “Kamal…”. His voice broke a little as he said my name. “Kamal, go to your room and sleep. You have made your choice and I respect that. Go and sleep your last night as your own man. Tomorrow when you wake you will be mine.”
I came to my room, and wrote this email.
And I am going to sleep now to dream of what tomorrow’s Sun will look like.
Kamal.
ASTOUNDING!!
I cannot express my joy and pride properly in the face of Kamal’s open-hearted courage! Just speechless!
This is what can happen when a faggot’s need to be useful in service to an Alpha overcomes fear! A faggot must want the fulfillment more than it fears punishment or anger!
Now, I didn’t think Master Farid was going to hurt Kamal. However, there could’ve been emotional rejection that in many ways is much worse than being beaten or punished!
I just cannot believe that Master Farid admitted that he’s wanted to own his faggot nephew for a long time! Once again, you do not know what it going through the minds of Alphas around us, regardless of whether they’re straight or not!
So now Kamal gets to wake up to a new existence as the property of Master Farid! He’s an OWNED 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!
Alphas are pretty irresistible. They typically have the charisma, confidence, and authority to demand whatever they want and lesser ones usually comply. And when they don’t comply … well, Alphas have the strength to take it anyway.
Let’s just say they don’t meet with resistance from inferiors very often.
But Queen Sophie isn’t a typical woman. She’s a proud Spartan woman, mother of a developing God Alpha named Master Lucas. She reveres hierarchy, and doesn’t allow anything to interfere with her purpose within it.
See what I mean:
My good sam,
Raphael and I just went through our first hurdle, but I think we overcame it just fine.
Yesterday, Raphel invited me to dinner. Actually, I should say that he summoned me, as it was clearly meant as a order I would better not disobey to. We had a wonderful evening, and I invited him up to my place for one last drink. Then he told me that on Monday he was leaving on a two-week business trip to a beautiful place by the sea, and that he wanted me to come with him to keep him company.
I had to answer him that: “My love, thank you so much for this honor. But I have to decline the offer. My son is coming home from summer camp next week. I’ll be able to spend the end of August with him. I absolutely can’t miss that.” Raphael seemed a little surprised and calmly replied. “I must have been unclear. I’m telling you to come with me to support me and to spend a lot of quality time together. Surely you realize what a privilege it is.”His calm authority gave me chills, but the Spartan Mother in me couldn’t back down. I stood up and firmly reiterated my position. “Raphael, you are my superior and we both know it. I love you and I respect you very deeply. I truly long to be yours and to wholeheartedly serve you. But never ask me to chose between you and my son, because you will never win. I’ve already renounced a man I worshipped with all my heart for my Lucas. I would do it again without a moment of hesitation.”
For a short moment, I thought I was going to lose my chance with this Alpha Man who had chosen me. I was ready for it. I would gladly give up a lifetime at the feet and in the arms of a God Alpha just for one hour spent with my Lucas.
But Raphael stood in front of me and grabbed my chin and said. “Such a fierce mother. I love that. I will never stand between you and your son. You’ll always be a mother. But as a woman, you will be all mine.” Immediately, I felt my anger fade away and I thanked him.
He said “I allow you to spend the last weeks of August with your beloved son. But you’re gonna have to make it up to me.” Then I was weak and submissive once again. “Yes of course, Sir, I will make it up to you, I promise. I beg you, tell me what I can do for your pleasure? Anything, Raphael, Sir.” He hugged me tight and grabbed my bottom. “Let’s go to bed. I want to explore your body. And try out another hole.”
I think you can guess what happened. While we were making love last night, Raphael sodomized me. It was the very first time a man had penetrated me anally. Even Lucas’s father never did. And despite the pain, I enjoyed it much more than I expected… Because I knew it was making him happy and boosting his power.
This morning, I woke him up with a passionate blowjob. I was thrilled to hear him moaning of pleasure. I swallowed his semen with delight… He then asked for his own breakfast, saying that now that he’d given me mine, it was his turn! I brought it to him in bed on a tray, and I massaged and kissed his feet while he ate, under his delighted gaze.
Before leaving, as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, he whispered, “Don’t worry, I won’t always fuck you in the ass. I love your pussy too much. And anyway, one day or another, I’ll put my child in you. You’re such a great mother.” I felt overjoyed. But let’s not rush things!
Raphael is busy until late today, but he’s asked me to come over to his place tonight to stay with him until he leaves on Monday. Of course, I’m looking forward to obeying him and finally getting to see his place! I’ll pack his things like a good submissive woman, and I’ll give him something to remember me and make him want to come back!
There was a brief moment of panic when I read how she respectfully stood up to Master Raphael’s demand, but Master Raphael passed this test perfectly by honoring her courage and her devotion to Master Lucas! This truly reveals the great depth of Master Raphael’s power! Really breathtaking King!
Now, let me ask: does anyone understand why Master Raphael fucked Sophie in the ass that night?
Here’s why: psychologically-speaking Alphas will always seek the more dominant position. This happens instinctively, subconsciously. So when he conceded “power” to Sophie’s demands, Master Raphael’s innate need to dominate demanded a power exchange.
The demand to take her in the ass was that power exchange. Master Raphael was demonstrating that he still rules, that his cock still reigns supreme. It’s a classic power move by a straight God Alpha like Master Raphael!
I’m very proud of my Queen Sophie for her impassioned defense of her relationship with Master Lucas! That was the right thing to do! And ultimately that stance will resonate with Master Raphael for a long time. He will be proud to own a woman with the backbone and the pride to defend her children and her legacy.
He will own not just a woman, but a Spartan woman! And she will be his Queen!
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Ever since I first met Titouan, there has always been one consistent aspect of his life: he lives to fulfill his purpose as a servant of Men. He craves it like breathing. Unlike many other fags I’ve featured here over the years, Titouan serves ALL MEN of practically any age. He just recognizes and accepts his purpose that deeply.
The summer of 2026 is turning out to be Titouan’s most prolific one to date. In addition to serving his married Master, Titouan has gone on holiday and served some younger Alphas, too.
Now this happened:
Hello, i thought i could give some news, it soon will be the end of holiday in south Fr. i spent a few afternoons at beach, some moments had to be with my family, some with a group of other young guys and girls. So hot to see the other boys, some already real young Alphas in their bulging swimwear, but most seem mainly attracted by the tiny bikinis that french highschool girls love to wear to excite boys.
i feel very jealous of these other boys and their inferior, increasing my envy of serving one Alpha.
After a frustrating week, I became a lucky young faggot last Tuesday. i had left the beach alone to buy icecream and was sitting in the above promenade when a man sat next to me and began to ask questions. I had previously seen him on beach and thought that’s a sexy mature man but just a family straight daddy. Yes that’s what he is, but also an Alpha very interested in a boy like me. When he said “j’adore te voir lécher ta glace, minet” (“I love to see you licking your ice cream, twink”) and seemed very excited, no more doubt. I said ok to go with him on Wednesday afternoon, we went with his car to a very discreet place a few km far from seaside. Same sort of Alpha as the one I serve in Paris, mature, hairy, dominant, thinking only of his pleasure. He said I’m quite the sort of twink he loves. He laughed “ridicule ton slip et ta bite de gamin” (“your briefs and dick of little boy”) then ordered “à genoux,pédale” (“on your knees, faggot”). He made me respect the fair hierarchy, he spanked my butt, then i had to lick his big balls, to lick his ass, to suck his big dick, he made it last, got the huge pleasure he deserves, i was only there for that. Don’t know if opportunity to do it again before end of this holiday (not easy with my family and his own), i hope, anyway in my opinion nothing better than a Daddy boy relationship and for me being the young faggot of a real man.
See what I mean?
Titouan is always on the hunt for an Alpha in need, and he’s always prepared to submit long before an Alpha makes a move on him. It’s this kind of mental preparation that has led to Titouan’s success.
But if a faggot wants to successfully serve straight Alphas, it needs to be discreet and humble. Titouan has both of those qualities.
Notice what happened a few days later:
this Sat. morning I had to go with my mother and sisters to an outside market (as there are many here in Provence). We were leaving when twenty meters from us i see the mature Alpha I “met” three days ago (previous message…) with his teen daughters. He saw me too. Of course not a word and my family didn’t realise anything. But I felt so excited, thinking he’s there as a normal straight Dad, but on wednesday he was saying to me “(translated from fr) “I want to see your twink face kissing my briefs”… then “keep moving your sweet tongue in my ass, little faggot”, and later had loved so much to “force” me to swallow with respect. To see him as normal man at this market and think of these moments made my dick hard in my tighty whities under my shorts (but tiny dick meaning no big bulge as other boys would have shown, so my sisters didn’t notice). I wonder whether i’ll be lucky enough to see him another time.
If any fags want lessons in precisely how to train their minds to be service-oriented and valuable, they need only read Titouan’s thread here. He’s exactly what every faggot should strive to be!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a faggot named Chris who met and submitted to a 75-year-old straight Alpha named Mark. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I need to start this post off with a (likely) unpopular declaration: ageism has no place in hierarchy. I can’t tell you the number of FAGS who tell me they want nothing to do with older Men and Alphas. I just want to shake them and scream in their faces: “You’re judging this powerful older Man while you’re just a FAGGOT?!?”
It makes no sense at all.
I bring this up because so many fags complain to me that they have no Alphas to serve, yet will walk right past these older Alphas. They are passing over veritable goldmines of experienced power and earned confidence!
But some faggots get it. Take this incredible experience from a mid-twenties faggot named Chris. He encountered a straight, 75-year-old muscle Daddy named Mark and bravely submitted to him!
Read on:
Hello my fellow fag Sam! I hope you are well and thank you for always sharing your wisdom and guidance with us-I truly appreciate it and you have helped me accept my faghood and place within HIERARCHY. I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Chris and I am a 25 year old faggot in Florida . I work as a teacher to 3rd grade elementary school students, school has recently started back after Summer last Friday and I have had an intense , hot and charged meetings with one of my students Alpha Grandfather. His name is Mark he’s 75 years old (but doesn’t look a day over 49/50 max) and the dude is JACKED! I’m talking bulging bronzed muscles which he always shows off in low cut tank tops and shorts when he picks and drops his grandson who is in my class off every day (as the kids parents are working before school starts and when school ends his grandfather is on school run duty which is how I’ve gotten to know him this past few weeks). he’s got these dark deep blue eyes and silver hair and sexy mustache, the guy is a real silver fox bronzed muscle God!
safe to say the first time I met him I was speechless and instantly getting a hard on in my pants and trying to hide it, I greeted him and welcomed his grandson to school after introducing myself to him, after his grandson went inside and before the other kids arrived we got chatting, he had on dark brown aviators and he just stared right through me and my knees were weak and he has this alpha voice that just travels right through me, loud, assertive and dominant, after introducing myself he told me his name was Mark and he was the kids grandfather and would be doing pick up all year long, we got talking and I complimented his physique and muscles and told him he looked incredible like a true alpha, he smirked and flexed for me and thanked me for noticing, he said I could feel his bicep if I wanted to, Oh Sam I nearly keeled over with excitment,I thought for sure my boner was gonna bust from my bxers right then and there, I Felt up his biceps and loved every second of it, I told him how big he was and that they felt amazing and once again said he was a total Alpha and putting all the other dads in the school to shame. he asked me what I meant by Alpha and I explained that he was the living personification of an Alpha – dominant, confident, masculine and godly, he smirked and nodded along with me and agreed, he said ”Kid I’m the mother fucking Original Alpha, ain’t nobody got anything on me” I said 100% Sir, you are THE Alpha male God, he nodded and said thats fucking right and seemed to notice my growing bulge and asked if i was okay. I tried to cover it up with my hands but ended up making it worse and flat out said to him that my fag tendancies had got the better of me and I Couldn’t control myself, he burst out laughing so loud we got a few stares from other parents nearby and he said deep and rough in his voice, I thought you were a fucking faggot all right, you have that look about you and you cant keep your eyes off my fucking cock” I turned bright red and nodded and apologised , he said dont apologise boy I dont give a fuck, I know I look good and I’ like to be admired, I ‘m not a fag but I like attention. I then told him he deserves to be admired and worshipped every day like the god he is and that as a fag I Would happily do anything for him and said its my role as a fag to serve Alpha men like him and make their lives better, he nodded along intrigued and agreed, time was running out and the next parent was approaching with her daughter, I gave him my number and said it was in case I needed to contact him about his grandson or he needed to contact me about his grandson on it, he thanked me and said he’d talk to me later and he left. I barely got through the school day he was on my mind non stop and I just wanted to jerk off to him, suck him and found myself fantasing about him breeding my fag hole, around 1:50 I got a text and I sneaked a peek at it thinking it was my boss or some parent talking about a food allergy or some such basic shit but it was Marc he said he wanted to talk to me after school while picking up his grandson and to make sure I stayed after his son got in the car. I was so excited. eventually the school day was over, it was agonising waiting for Mark, he was one of the last guaridans toarrive to pick u p his grandson/
Finally he arrrived, he buckled his grandson in the car and we got talking again. he asked me If I was serious about making his life better and that being my duty as a fag, I said 100% sir, it;s my duty as a fag and I would be honoured to serve you, he said he wanted me to do his grocery shopping for him (he sent me a list) and drop it off at his an dhis wifes house that weekend and he also told me he wants me to meet him for a drink this saturday after dropping off his shopping so we can discuss terms of service and that he wants me to give him a foot rub, I said absolutley Sir no problem at all, he said good fag and walked away, we exchanged details about when and where and in 24 hours I am meeting Alpha Mark to discuss the terms of my service and worship his feet, Sam I feel like I’m living on cloud 9 this is insane and I cant believe this is my life, Ive been dreaming fof worshiping a beefy dominant alpha all my life and now one has randomley fallen in to my lap at work no less WTF! I’m so excited, I want to make a good impression on Mark tomorrow, doyou have any tips or advice about what to wear or what to say to make him go all in on this, I want to eventully be his fag to breed and human urinal and I want him to cage my cock but I dont want to overwhelm him, I want this to work, so any and all tips would be appreciated Sam, I’d love any and all advice and tips and tricks you may have to help me land the plane with this alpha, I wanna be his fag so bad and have m y ass breed by him eventually, I dream of having my cock locked up by him, thank you sam! x
I’m so impressed by Chris’s spontaneous bravery in the moment! How was he able to do that? Obviously, he’s been preparing himself by practicing ways to approach Alphas and/or introduce hierarchy. You must understand that the subject of hierarchy is almost like catnip for Alphas. It makes them feel special and powerful. When they hear hierarchy explained, it’s almost like they’re hearing ancient truths (which they are) and it fascinates them.
I loved the way Chris approached Master Mark and made him feel powerful once more! Master Mark might be 75, but he’s still a vibrant and virile Alpha. Chris’s submission gives that back to him!
Chris asked for tips to impress Master Mark. Right now it’s pretty simple, because we aren’t exactly sure what Master Mark wants. However, he clearly loved seeing Chris kneel. I think that should be how Master Mark is always greeted, as well as kissing his feet.
Aside from that, Chris needs to pay close attention to every command (or hint of one). Being respectful and responsive shows Alphas that their every wish is a command to a faggot.
I’m so proud to get to know my brother Chris! His real-life example shows just how easy this can be if we just try!
Hi fag, some time ago there was a question about lucas bergvall, footballer. You said you think he’s a fag and team you, and you were going to ask some football master for opinion. Have you heard anything?
Thank you for writing to me Sir!
I did ask straight Master Jin about it. Of course, as you might remember, Master Jin is an avid footballer/soccer player and has been for most of his adult life.
Master Jin said he’s almost 100% certain that Bervall is a faggot. He also addressed the whole Alpha/fag dynamic in football/soccer, and he said that it’s very common for straight Alphas to own and use faggots around the world.
Not sure about WHY that sport lends itself to hierarchical dynamics, but according to him it’s almost expected.
The other day I mentioned my experience picking up an Alpha Lyft driver, and I figured I would receive at least one question about it. Sure enough, it arrived like clockwork:
Hi Brother Sam, Thank you for running this site as a just turned 18 year old fag I have found it very helpful and informative, I was scrolling through your page about to ask a question myself when a recent reply caught my attention from one of your stories, you mentioned you approached a Lyft driver and Managed to serve him in 2021, could you please share the story with me and inspire me? I only ask as I use an Uber to and from work every day the last month and it’s always this stunning married mid 40’s muscle gym bro who drives me to work and home, we have built up a relationship since the start of July (when I first started using him) and he is very Alpha. masculine, confident and gives off incredible energy, I find myself with the urge to serve him as a fag and was writing to you today for advice/how to approach it as I’m still so new to this world and want to serve him and embrace my duty as a fag and then I saw you mention a lyft driver which is so similar to my story, could you please provide tips/advice and share your story of how you convinced your lyft driver to let you serve him ? thank you brother Sam! much love and respect – Ryan the Fag xo
I wrote about the experience on the previous version of this site, but for some reason I couldn’t find it in my archives (I did find my post about the Alpha I drove home and serviced him after, which I might repost). So I’ll tell the story again, because it really illustrates the power of fearlessly speaking hierarchical truth!
As many of you know, I was arrested in late August of 2020 when a friend of mine asked me to drive a car to him in another state, and that car had meth inside the doors (of which fact I was naively unaware). I spent three weeks in jail before being released on my own recognizance. Three days after my release I came down with a paralyzing staph infection of the blood and pneumonia arising from the chemo port still in my chest from my bout with cancer two years prior. I nearly died from that while laboring in the COVID wing of the hospital, but I eventually overcame it after two months of antibiotics.
I was in rough shape!
I had sold my car to pay bills, so I was immobile for the first time since I was 16 years old. One day I needed to go to an Office Max store for some supplies, so I called a Lyft ride to drive me 15 minutes away. My driver was “Antoine”. I would later find out everybody called him “Twan”.
I was pleasantly surprised when I saw Twan in the driver’s seat. He looked young (turned out he was 24 years old) and wearing a Cardinals jersey. He had a neatly trimmed goatee and his short hair was twisted in little braids. He grunted at me when I greeted him with that indifferent black Alpha attitude I learned to overcome long ago. And so we started off.
I started by asking him how long he had been driving Lyft. “A coupla months,” was the blunt reply. So I quickly pivoted to my own previous experience driving Uber and Lyft for a year, and I mentioned how weird some of the rides had been. No real response. Then I said, “I’m sure you get a lot of people flirting with you since you’re Alpha.” He chuckled a little bit and agreed. “My girl don’t like that part.”
So then I said, “Do you consider yourself to be Alpha?” He quickly agreed that he was. So then I said, “Some people don’t think Alphas are real, but I know they are.” I began to describe some of the qualities of Alphas and what sets them apart. I had his attention.
Then I said, “I’m a firm believer in hierarchy.” He replied, “What do you mean?” So I explained how males are different, and how Alphas like him are at the top of the hierarchy pyramid and other males are below and serve the Alphas on top.
Then came the magic question: “So what are you?” I smiled, and without hesitation said, “I’m a faggot, Sir.”
Twan laughed in knowing surprise. “Yeah, I thought you were.”
By this point we were almost there. Time to wrap it up: “I’ve accepted that my role is to serve superior Men and Alphas like you. It’s just the way the world is.” Twan pulled his SUV up in front of the store.
Before getting out, I ended this way: “Sir, if you want to take my number, you can call if you ever need anything.” He took my number. “Thank you, Sir,” I said respectfully as I left his vehicle.
I went inside the store and, after looking around unsuccessfully for a bit, asked a clerk to help me. Suddenly, my phone dings. I have a message from Twan:
“Come out to the truck now.”
I immediately excused myself and left the store. In front of the store was Twan’s SUV. I climbed into the back seat, asking coyly, “Are you in need, Sir?”
“Yeah.”
We drove around until we found a bank that was closed (it was COVID, and many places were closed during the weekdays). He pulled to a discreet back corner of the lot, parked, and then hurried into the back seat with me. He pulled down his sweat pants and underwear in one smooth motion and said, “suck my dick, fag!”
One thing I love about black Alphas is the length and weight of their limp dicks. Even when they’re not hard, they’re still impressive when you manipulate them or suck them. Twan was not totally hard when I started, so I got to enjoy the pleasure of it rapidly growing in my mouth. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth for a bit, and he barked commands like “moan more!” when he wanted some vibration.
When he was getting close, I was starving for his load, but Twan loves shooting his loads on his cocksucker’s mouths/faces. He did that to me, and I pushed what I could into my mouth and swallowed it after.
Then he drive me home.
Since he had a girlfriend, he couldn’t use me all the time, but I was one of his regular cocksuckers for about a year or so until I was finally sentenced and sent to prison in July of 2022. When I was released two years later Twan had changed his phone number and mine was different, too. So that was the end of that!
As you can see, this isn’t particularly difficult. It really just requires a faggot to be fearlessly honest about hierarchy and purpose. You have truth and the insatiable Alpha sex drive on your side! Use those things to your advantage just like I did then!
I recently met an Alpha (I believe) out having coffee. I have seen him a few times He just moved to Pittsburgh and he told me he is a little down on his luck< just broke up with a girlfriend he lived with. We have had a few words and today as he was leaving I said to him, ” If you need anything, let me know” and he said OK thanks” and walked out
2 minuets later he walked back in and said to me. “If your serious. This may seem odd, But I do need a pair of Steel toe work boots, even if they are used. The last place I was staying at, mine disapreed and im starting a new union job on Monday and I need them and I am a little short
I told him that I would see what I could do and I got his # and that I’d text him if I came up with anything
I got home and looked online and found some. I texted him I asked him when he needed them by He texted back next Monday and I said ” great don’t worry. You will have your boots He was very greatful Then I askedd him “What color. Bkack or Tan? He typed back exactly,” “Lol, lets go with Tan” and I gave a thumbs up
So I ordered him his new boots, i also orded hin a new pack of work socks and work gloves. He doesn’t know I have done this. The stuff will be here in 2 days.
When I give it to him I am going to act like its no big deal Which it is not.. It will leave me a little short on cash this week and I am nervous of where this may go. I have never been this forward, Ill let you know what happens.
Feedback?
Thank you for sharing your experience, brother!
I’m so proud of you for taking such initiative, brother! The opportunity presented itself, and you took action when so many other fags would hesitate and then live with regrets! It reminds me almost exactly of my situation with my straight Lyft driver in 2021 when I made him an offer over a 15-minute car ride, and that led to a year of service as his DL cocksucker! You just never know! It also reminds me of the experience years ago of Home Depot Fag, the brother who bought an Alpha’s purchases while in line at Home Depot that also led to months of service. Fags need to take action!
I guarantee you this Alpha has been thinking about you and your actions since you last spoke. He’s wondering about why you’re offering this, and I’m sure he’s reaching the correct conclusion. You should be ready to make a case for hierarchy when you give the shoes to him, because I’m sure he’ll ask. Be as blunt as you possibly can. Lay it out on the line, and allow him to think on it.
But even if nothing comes of it, you have just made a huge breakthrough personally. It’s not easy, but it’s not as bad as it seems, right? So don’t give up, because you’re on the right track!
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!
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!
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
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!
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!
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.
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!
