Alphas who understand the power of their feet will always get better service. Notice how these Alphas use their feet to induce deeper subspace in their faggots.

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of an Asian God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

While rare, Alphas sometimes sexually conquer other Alphas. When it happens, it usually involves a God Alpha overpowering and breeding a brother Alpha lower in the hierarchical chain. God Alphas simply cannot stop themselves, because conquering and marking another Alpha is indicative of just how powerful they are.

Master Jase is a God Alpha – practically the definition of one – and his conquests are becoming legendary. But until now, Master Jase has been conquering and breeding faggots both aware and unaware.

But here’s a new wrinkle in Master Jase’s game:

I always enjoy showing a lesser alpha his place underneath a God alpha. Saturday night I was at a gay sex bar, and plowing a muscle pussy against the counter when another guy approached, took out his cock, tapped it against the head of the bodybuilder bitch I was fucking and looked at me questioningly.

No god alpha asks. We take. I never have to ask anyone to fuck and use their slut or fag. I would grab the head of the fag, spit on the pussy of one, and work my giant tool down its throat or split its pussy open on my cock. Without asking it’s previous owner’s permission. That’s my right to fuck open holes. So I already pegged this guy as inferior to me, despite his confident attitude and the experienced way he was holding the bitch’s head.

While we fucked the bitch together, he asks me if I was still up for fucking and plowing an eager cock sleeve of his own. As this bodybuilder bitch was only the third cunt of the night I was fucking, I asked him what made his toy worth it. He grinned and told me that it was his older jock brother, and I could breed him. That got me intrigued, so I told him we were going to tire out the current bitch first.

When the bitch tired out, he collapsed forward, freeing my cock from his sore gaped pussy. The ‘oh fuck’ when my giant cock came into view from the other guy made me smile, as did when I tore off the condom and fed the tired bitch my cock. The other guy just watched, unable to keep his eyes off the bitch eagerly cleaning and licking my cock, despite him clearly fucked out and eyes dilated. Told him to lead the way, and watched as his eyes finally stopped staring at my cock when I tucked it away. On the drive to his place, his confidence returned, he introduced himself as Daniel and began babbling about how he started using his older brother in high school after he found him fucking himself on a dildo. How he once respected his older jock brother for being masc and ‘an alpha’ until he turned out to be a dick-loving slut. How despite owning other fags and fucking girls, his jock brother was his favourite toy to use, especially now they were both in uni.

It was clear Daniel was an alpha. Able to reduce his older brother into a cock-serving faggot and owning other sluts who served him. But those small instances where he was captivated by my actions already told me he was an inferior. And I was interested in both dominating his jock fag, as well as making sure Daniel knew his proper place.

His older jock fag bro surprised me with how he greeted us. He was dressed in a tight corset, panties, fishnet, heels and make-up. Daniel said he borrowed one of his girls’ clothes and made his fag bro a sissy. It was not the first time I had used and dominated a sissy, but his muscles were exploding out. He was a fucking hot sight. He was confused when he saw me. I could see his doubt, as he started to ask Daniel. Way too familiar. Asian and short, why was I there. “Sir, who is this?” Daniel tried to answer, but I took control. I gripped the fag by his throat and forced his head to look at me, telling him, “I’m your God, and you’re now my pussy bitch. Got it?” I could feel how he weakened at that and just dropped to his knees. Too easy. I circled him, pinched and groped his muscles. Daniel was silent. He probably didn’t think I would control his fag bro so quickly.

I won’t bother to tell you the details, faggot Sam. You can fill in the gaps. You know how I fuck and how I cunt my bitches by now. I made the fag take our cocks out and lick. I laughed when he slobbered over my giant size way more than his own brother’s respectable cock. Daniel couldn’t even complain, at the sheer way I outsized him. I gripped his head and drove his cock onto both Daniel’s and my cock. Sputtering and gagging especially on mine. His make-up was running by the time I realised his head, and his face was completely smeared.

I made Daniel spread his fag bro’s cunt while I stretched it with my fingers with one hand, and fucked his throat with my other hand. Ordered Daniel to keep his cunt open as I stretched the fag’s ass over my cock. Daniel obviously used his brother well, with how easily he spread apart, but he definitely wasn’t ready for my girth or length. I didn’t care, I drove like a battering ram and jabbed at his second cunt. The fag gasped and cried. Arched his back. Shook and spasmed on my cock. Scratched at the floor he was on all fours on and panted. He was being cunted. I told Daniel to gag his bro on his cock as I worked my cock back and forth. His second cunt wasn’t going to deny me. I fucked through it, pumping right into his guts, and the way the fag completely arched his back but went still, I knew I was plugging him deeper than he ever felt, and he was loving it.

We spitroasted his fag bro for over two hours. Daniel said he had never felt his fag clench and suck his cock so hard, nor did his fag bro look so bitched out. He was going feral on his fag bro’s head, slapping away, gripping and ramming his cock in, and the fag only moaned harder, especially at how powerful I was railing him. I wish I counted how many times the fag had assgasmed, I could tell from how he would periodically spasm all over my cock. I knew Daniel was close. I told him to cum, and he did, roaring, no doubt flooding his fag’s mouth. I didn’t stop, I kept pounding my cock, watching as the fag bro’s hole tried to clench but couldn’t fight against my powerful cock hammering him.

I took over. I told Daniel to watch as I would completely fag out his brother. I pinned his fag bro down, put my foot on his back, pulled his arms back, and made him look at Daniel as I pummel-punched his cunt. Threw him down, mating pressed him, stared at his cock-drunk face as I bent his muscled jock body so hard his outfit started to rip. Carry-fucked him and held him over Daniel, who at this point was kneeling, and rammed him so hard his whole body shook.

I watched Daniel the whole time. I knew he could not take his eyes on just how overwhelmingly strong I dominated and manhandled his jock fag bro. Especially since he must had outsized me twice as much in muscle. He started to jack off. I barked at him, told him that he was not allowed to touch his dick. He obeyed instantly, and just kept staring at me. I couldn’t but grin and laugh.

It was going well into four hours of me solo fucking the fag. By this point I had lost point of how many times the fag had assgasmed. I had bred the fag twice and still going strong. I didn’t go soft, ever. His cunt was busted, I could feel the difference in his squishier ass ring. He had one last ass gasm and completely gave out in my arms as I carry fucked him. Rag-dolled on my cock and in my strong arms. I felt so fucking pumped and godlike.

The fun part came. I pulled the fag off my cock and threw him next to Daniel, making sure his wrecked cunt was exposed to Daniel. And Daniel could only watch as his older fag bro trembled in his unconscious state, his gaped cunt pouring out my two frothy loads. I stood over Daniel and flexed my cock over his face, letting the remnants of my pre and cum drip onto his face. I also flexed my arms over him, letting him see my powerful muscles. I told Daniel, that even if he was his bro’s Sir, that he knew deep down he was my inferior. That I took over his fag like it was mine to begin with. Told him if he agreed, to lick my cock. Which in all regards, was an order. Daniel did, hands shaking. Licked my cock, looked in my eyes as if for approval.

It was a training session for Daniel, one I intend to keep training him in. I kept his head pinned to the wall and slowly pressed more of my cock into his mouth. How his lips snapped around my thick cock head corona the first time, and he moaned as I pet his head in approval. I began to skull-fuck him, making his moan and drool as I forced my cock in and out. Started to get deeper and deeper into his mouth and throat as his throat opened up for my massive cock. His face was getting nicely bitched out, especially as spit and pre started splashing onto him. As he worked my cock, I told him that in the future, if I wanted him or his brother, his mouth would warm my cock up. That he would lube my cock with his mouth in front of his fag bro, before I let him fuck his own bitch. How I would do the same for any fag or girl be brought home and I wanted his holes. I gave him one heavy thrust that made him take half my cock before it got stuck going down his throat. He gagged, moaned, and came hands free, his cock shooting cum over the floor in front of him. Hah.

I grinned, but still pulled out and said we needed to work on him serving his own alpha better. How I would be training his throat and eventually his own ass. Daniel could only stare back at me, his stretched mouth puffed and layered in throat slime and my pre. “Kneel” I told him. He shakily did, and I jerked off my giant cock, pointing it at him and his passed out fag bro. I blasted a massive load over both of them, drenching their faces and bodies in my seed. Daniel only moaned and opened his mouth harder, his eyes crossing.

I pressed my cock against his lips and made him suck the tip clean. “You’re now marked as mine,” I growled. “Phone,” I then ordered. He handed it over. I got his number, saved it as “Bro alpha bitch”, and walked out for an uber pick up using his phone. Didn’t even look back at the fucked out pair. I had other fags that night to use, plenty of other muscled holes to cunt open.

Always thrilling. You will never know just how much excitement it is to be at the top like this, faggot Sam.

Master Jase is right, of course. I’ll never, ever know what it feels like to have this level of power over humanity the way a God Alpha like him experiences every day. Hell, I will never know the power of the Alpha he conquered last weekend!

I’m merely a faggot. I serve Kings like Master Jase. I surrender my body, my heart, my will to their power.

And God Alphas like Master Jase take that and build Kingdoms out of it. The Kingdoms glorify them forever.

I add my voice to the chorus of praise! Thank you, Master Jase, for your awe-inspiring power and your rulership!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

In the previous post, we learned of Master Jace’s brutal cunting of his latest faggot, a closeted fag who is technically still married to a woman. However, the faggot was still unable to handle the entire length and girth of Master Jace’s mammoth cock, so he refused to breed it.

In other words, in Master Jace’s eyes the faggot was still not fully cunted.

This weekend Master Jase decided that he’d given the faggot enough time to readjust its life and hole to accept its new purpose, so he was ready to cunt and fully breed it. Master Jase picks up the story from last time:

The cunting lasted well into Sunday, over many hours and sessions, but I can say that I have officially cunted and bred the fag. Saturday morning after feeding him a giant load both down his throat and over his face, I send my in house slut to pick up the fag, who I told to be available the whole weekend, no excuses. “Yes sir”. I hand one of my used musky jocks to my in house slut, instructing him that the fag should enter our place choking on it.

He does, and he enters almost stumbling as he catches sight of me, his legs instantly going weak and his expression already high on the scent of my musk, pre, piss and dried cum soaked into my jock. I point in front of me, and he kneels, a giant muscled dilf fag staring up as I begin wiping and slapping my monster cock over his face. “Been thinking of my cock all night?” Muffled yes. “Even when you got home to your wife?” Another muffled moan. “And you dreamed about my body and cock, didn’t you?” More moans. “Which one, choking on my cock or your pussy stretched over it?” Another long moan. I slap his face with my cock, asking again, “Which one?” The fag moans louder and tries to spread his legs. It was clear, his cunt was hungry.

I whipped the jock out of his mouth and before he could catch a breath I buried my drooling cock right down his throat, making him instantly gag and heave, his lips stretched tight. I tell my in house slut to grab a dildo and to fuck just the tip against the fags hole at the same pace as I skull fuck him. I made his mouth squelch, his face smeared in endless layers of pre, throat slime, and his own tears and snot as I bully fucked his mouth for a good half hour, with my in house slut expectedly stretching out the fags cunt with the dildo.

Pulling out my cock at last, I lay it on the fags face, telling him, “You’ve taken fingers, you’ve taken the dildo, now you’re taking my whole cock today. Understood?” “Yes, sir.” His face was scrambled already from the skullfuck, but the apprehensive look in his eyes proved he wanted it. I made him face away and expose his hole, and that beautiful gaped and still swollen cunt was winking at me. How could I resist. I picked him up, held him above me, and slowly let the fag slide his massive weight down on my cock. How his body tensed as my thick cock bored through him. The stretching did little to prepare him for how my dick reshaped and pushed apart his ass tunnel with ease. I was claiming his insides. And I wanted it all. I pushed against his inner ring. The fag cries. I wrap one arm around his abs, grab the jock and gag him again. I don’t see his face but I can see his head already rolling back again and his back muscles tensing, his legs starting to flail and toes shaking.

I let gravity do the remaining work. Releasing my grip on his body, the only thing stopping him from being deeply cunted, his body fell. Pierced right through that second drum. The fags body went crazy. Spasming in my arms. His head swaying side to side, his feet twisting. His heaving audible even through the gag. For me, his cunt was so tight. A tight ring around my base, another tight ring around my shaft, and the clench of his inside tunnels just vibrating all along my cock.

I do not remember all I said. It was a long weekend of cunting him. I specially prepared and told my in house slut, making sure to reward him for his service of taking care of the fag. But I remember at this point, completely seated inside the trembling muscled dilf fag, telling him, “You like it all the way?” A weak, barely audible moan. “You want to be used like a real fag now?” A better moan. He tried to turn to look at me but I crushed his back against my front. I wanted his full attention to be in the sensation of my cock completely remolding his insides. I slowly begin fucking him, and each thrust he makes a soundless scream as I bury back balls deep inside him.

I begin to fuck him stupid. Picked up the pace, ramming it back in as he loosened, til he began to ragdoll in my arms from how intense the fucking began to get. He was starting to go completely limp in my arms, so I told him I was going to reward him, and shot a giant load in him. Oh he did feel it, with how a low whine came out, but when I pulled out and my cum poured out his used hole and I turned his body to face mine, he was already unconscious, clearly fucked out, yet his body still instinctively reacted, his shaking legs spreading further feeling my cum escape his pussy.

That began the weekend of cunting. I let my in house slut give him aftercare. Taking him to a bedroom where he laid bent out of shape and my cum still drooling out his open and swollen cunt lips. By the end of the weekend, I was going to turn them into a puffed wreck framing a gaped red cunt. While the fag rested under my house sluts care, I worked out, drilling a guy after the gym in his ute before heading home. The fag was still in bed, but now awake…and was fingering his own cunt, moaning. I jumped on him, pulled back his arms, put one foot on his back and mounted him, sliding my cock back in him. Told him how he was just a cunted fag now, who craved my cock. Made him shake and cry as I savagedly pounded him again. Kept him in the same stretched and pinned position as he began shaking and his head bounced back, where I could see his eyes rolling nonstop. Buried my cock in him and blasted another huge load and let him drop back down to the bed. Naked, covered in fluids and a completely mess, while I was still pumped, sweaty, with my cock out my workout shorts.

This carried in the whole weekend. I would fuck and breed him in multiple positions all over the house, while my house slut cared and prepped him. I would do my own thing, training, gaming, gyming, before finding the fag to break him down into an oblivious mess. His wife messages him, wishing him fun on his ‘work colleague trip’. I certainly took my new Dilf fag for many many long hard rides.

I promised I would give him the most puffed of cunt lips, and I did. His legs couldn’t close at all by Sunday, he was barely able to limp. In house slut had cleaned him multiple times, but the fags cunt was still constantly leaking my cum. Everytime he even saw me, he would moan, buckle, and start panting. His eyes were completely gone, dilated, unfocused from the hours of non-stop merciless pounding I gave him. But as a reward, this last fuck, I slowly sank into him, wrapped my arms, and just rutted slow but forceful, letting him feel every inch of my cock pulling against his cunt. After giving him one last cunt soaking load, I got in house slut to drive him home plugged with my last load inside him. How he tells his wife about his “work weekend trip” will be interesting, but he now physically and mentally was well and truly cunted. I left a message saying he could rest Monday and Tuesday, but Wednesday, I expected his pussy to be ready for me again.

WHEW!

Experiencing Master Jace’s recaps of his conquests is almost a form of cunting in itself! I feel gaped and exhausted, but also exhilarated and alive and grateful to be a faggot!

After expressing my utter shock over this long-game, multi-day cunting he administered, I told him how shocked I was by the length, breadth, and depth of this cunting experience. After asking me if I had ever been cunted like that – which made me laugh, because I don’t know if I’d be coherent if every cunting I experienced too 2-3 weeks – Master Jase had more to say about his technique and his needs:

I love cunting fresh fags, Sam. Every once in awhile, I land a fag like this dilf fag who I know I will be keeping. And it’s worth the time and effort to cunt him over and over until his body, mind, and soul understands his place and purpose. Because for me, it’s almost like the thrill of a hunt to take my time preparing the fag for the finale.

It’s instinctual to me. It’s how I hunt my fags and sluts. It’s how I train them to take my merciless aggression and my giant cock without permanently ruining them. It’s how I transformed my current in house slut. Weeks even of university rooming slowly transforming him into a trained cock sleeve. Other alphas may cunt their fags in a day. Or less. But I like to take my time. Enjoy the thrill of the process. Revel in the final moments before the fag submits to the cunting in its entirety, their body and mind turned.

I mentioned to Master Jase that my cuntings happened without the knowledge or planning of me or any of my Masters. My Masters and Alphas who cunted me all thought they were hurting me and freaked out a bit; meanwhile, I was freaking out over the loss of control. None of us back then knew what it was, which is why I coined the term “cunting” to describe it, and I believe my work is the foremost authority on cunting anywhere on the internet.

Master Jase continued:

Hah, I always know what would hurt a fag or not. Breaking it’s cunt open will never hurt you or any fag. Your crying, your shaking, your involuntary movements, are all pleasure signs that you’ve experienced the peak of being fagged out. I do not know nor presume to know if you pioneered and coined the term cunting. But I do know that since I started to fuck and own my sluts in high school, that was how I broke them in. Not nearly with enough patience and marathon stamina as now, but I just knew that mounting them on my cock and their reactions meant that I had turned them into my willing cumdumps.

Fags are not as weak as straight alphas think they are. It takes a certain will to submit and release their control to an alpha. Myself, I demand my fags all keep themselves in the best of shapes to withstand my punishing rounds of breeding. The new Dilf fag is no exception. Point being, fags who are made to be used by alphas, will have the will and body to withstand some use from an alpha.

Master Jase is a rare Alpha, one that doesn’t fit easily into Protector or Destroyer labels. He’s probably both simultaneously. He’s like a sudden and violent storm that rises up and obliterates a town, but after it passes the sun is shining and the air is clean and fresh.

All I know is that Master Jase will mount a faggot with the expressed desire and intent to destroy it, but in the end he’s holding the limp, devastated body of a cunted faggot that has been transformed and set free. He’s not for the faint-hearted or half-hearted. Once he rams his huge dick all the way in a faggot, there’s simply no way it’s ever coming back.

And that, to me, is the whole point.

Thank you, Master Jase!

I have a serious question and its hard to ask and get into without explaining a lot of stuff.

I guess my question is – can a fag be in service to a female?

It might sound like a weird question but I guess I’ve been trying to figure out how I identify and exactly what I am.

My situation will probably seem pretty strange and idk maybe it is. I have a girlfriend. We’ve been together for about four years. We both identify as being mostly straight, but both had some same-sex experience when we got together.

We knew we were both open minded and liked to experiment and that’s always been part of our sex life. Even in the first few months we explored other kinks and things, and she started to explore being dominant with me. It was something I enjoyed so was more than happy to do it.

We also involved other people. We went to swinger parties. We found girls and guys online.

She found that she really liked seeing me do stuff with other men, especially taking a submissive role, and I found that I really liked being watched by her when I was in that sort of situation.

We’ve leaned into that more and more heavily. And we now have three regular alphas (two are gay/bi, one is straight) who use me on a pretty regular basis. They use me exclusively, they don’t do anything with her. She usually watches, but not always. But in my head, I’m doing it for her.

It hasn’t become what we do exclusively, but I’d say more than 90% of the sex I have is submitting to alpha men.

You might be thinking that this is some kind of cuck situation, but I really don’t feel like that’s what it is. It’s not like these men are ‘replacing’ me. She just really enjoys the dominance of being totally in control of what happens with my body, and I love serving her – and by extension submitting to men.

I just wondered if you’d come across this before, or if our situation is unique in any way.

Thanks for the unusual question! Tonight I’ve hit a trifecta of peculiar situations! 

I’ve encountered just one or two situations like yours over these ten years of answering questions. In all situations, the male partner is a “beta-sub” (see graphic) whose extreme heterosexual submissiveness actually ranks him below females in dominance hierarchy.

However, unlike the title you chose for your question (“Female Alpha?”), I do not recognize females as Alphas since leadership and power are not natural female attributes. It just so happens that your female partner enjoys watching you get used and humiliated by Alphas … but that doesn’t make her an Alpha. She just happens to have a kink compatible with yours.

I do wonder where this leads, though. How long before one of these Alphas claims you and motions to take you away from her? Are you prepared for that? How much longer before you’re craving the Alpha cum that has been impregnating you, body and mind?

Personally, I think this is a dead-end in the long run. What started out as experimentation has mushroomed into something slightly out-of-control. Be careful what you wish for!

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

i just watched your new video “Brainwashed By Technique,” and it was awesome! As a faggot i regularly watch brainwashing vids to get my faggot mind in tune to worship cock. Do you have any particular brainwashing or hypnosis videos that you particularly like or find more effective to tune a faggot’s mind?

I’m glad you liked that video, brother! 

I know those brainwashing videos and audio files are very popular (I’ve been tempted to produce some myself), but I’ve never had the desire or interest in using them. I’ve found my mind and imagination are all I need to put myself into a sub-state. 

But I’ll try to add more of such videos as I encounter them for those like you who do love them! 

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

The following post is part of a thread following the continuing service of a faggot named James who has been serving a young straight Alpha for TEN YEARS. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Ever since I first began to write about and define the experience of cunting (which was virtually undescribed anywhere until then), the phenomena has remained shrouded in tantalizing mystery. Some faggots recognized what I described immediately, while others had never experienced it and doubted it was real. And let’s not even talk about all of the Alphas who wrote to me thanking me for either explaining what they witnessed or curious about how to do it.

My brother James has a lot of experience, and he’s already surprising me with his thoughtful and articulated memories of past service or his intriguing current situation. I’m sure his Master is very proud of him as I am. My constant advocacy for cunting triggered James to ask a couple of fellow faggots about cunting and get their opinions about it.

He wrote this:

Straight man’s faggot James here… I only know two individuals who are faggots such as myself…I’ve discussed the dynamic of being cunted with both and I got two different interpretations of the faggot’s experience of being cunted… With the addition of my own, I now have three … One of these faggots is of the opinion that, in reality, the faggot only experiences being truly cunted once by the same Alpha and this occurs within the first few times an Alpha fucks it, although the sensation can be repeated with a different Alpha… The second individual insists that the Alpha controls if , when and how often his faggot is cunted as well as to what degree of intensity purely through anal pounding… As for myself, I tend to lean toward the second theory… I’ve been cunted more times than I can say and definitely to different degrees in my 10 years as the same straight man’s faggot… For me, my first full intensity cunting happened right after he had been throat fucking me for a good while…. I recall how I quivered profusely and felt as if I were fainting… I’ve been fortunate to relive that thrill of being cunted a goodly number of times in the past ten years… I feel myself quivering deep inside every time….However, I only achieve that faint helpless state after being throat fucked as was the case in my first cunting… Am I correct in my assumption that I indeed am experiencing two actual degrees or levels or is true cunting only taking place for me when both the quivering as well as that faint disoriented feeling occur ?

Interesting perspectives! I cannot tell you how much I love when clever faggots like James take material they read either here or elsewhere and explore how it fits with their experiences or desires. The perspectives of these other faggots is quite welcome!

I can’t explain what James describes here because my cuntings weren’t in stages like this. However, I do think he is experiencing distinct stages of cunting, which is interesting to me. I do also think cunting involves an emotional element (or possibly a depth of subspace) for it to be truly triggered. James mentions being aggressively throat fucked before being cunted, which is one way that mental/emotional state can be achieved. Thinking back, that was certainly part of my own cuntings.

I’d love to hear from more faggots on this!

The following post is part of a thread involving a faggot named Oliver whose Alpha boyfriend refused to take a more dominant role and use him as a faggot. But after some coaching from me, he has seen some positive results. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

You may remember two “Questions From Readers” posts from March (HERE and HERE) involving a faggot named Oliver who was in a longterm relationship with an Alpha who didn’t seem to really embrace Oliver’s faggot nature. These can be tricky to overcome sometimes, because occasionally an Alpha finds it offensive to think of his partner as a faggot.

But I didn’t think Oliver’s unnamed Alpha boyfriend was such an Alpha. He just needed the right stimulus.

Now Oliver has sent me a third and most dramatic update, so I’m elevating his series of questions to a site-wide thread in order to track this developing story in a cleaner way.

Oliver wrote:

Hi brother Sam,

I thought that you would like to know how my process of submitting to my boyfriend is going. After all, it was thanks to your advice that I managed to awaken the Alpha that he had in him as I told you last month: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/questions-from-readers-267/

In my last message, I mentioned that I thought that his work trip would slow down the journey to his alphahood, but I couldn’t have been more wrong! If anything, the long distance made him extremely controlling.

When I messaged him during his trip he often left me on read or just replied “I’m busy”, but when he texted he expected me to answer immediately and send him nudes on command. His messages were things like: “legs up, now”, or “show me your bussy”. He also asked me not to masturbate or finger myself while he was away, as he wanted me to prove that I cared about him and told me that he would know if I had done it: “when I come back I will put my finger up your ass and it better be tight like a virgin”. He had never talked like that but I have to admit that it made me leak!

And sure enough, this is what he did as soon as he came back for the trip. I made sure to have dinner ready for him, but he did not pay much attention to the meal. As he told me he would do, he threw me to the sofa, pulled down my pants and pushed his fingers inside my hole. He soon realized that I had followed his orders, as my hole was very tight and my balls were full. I was expecting a sweet kiss or some sort of appreciation, but instead it felt like a beast awakened inside of him. He pushed his dick inside me without any lube or preparation and started to fuck me while I screamed. He did not stop sailing me until he finished inside of me, and whispered in my ear: “this is what you were asking for”.

After this, he acted like nothing happened, we chatted normally during dinner and we cuddled in bed before falling asleep. It wasn’t until the next morning that I realized that I had not come the night before. While normally I would masturbate and make myself finish after sex while he was scrolling on his phone or asleep, that night I did not feel the need to. Even though I did not feel the pleasure from the release, it somehow made me feel more complete and accomplished.

I feel very happy with the new dynamic that we achieved: he expects me to get most of the housework done while he plays videogames, and he then rewards me with hard sex. Although we haven’t talked about it, he also looks pleased that I have not been masturbating after sex, as he often grabs my balls and laughs at how big they have become!

Oliver x

Wow, that IS a huge shift in attitude! It’s shocking what a few adjustments can do to ignite an Alpha’s need for power and control!

But Oliver has been executing my advice perfectly, and I’m so glad to see that it’s bearing fruit!

But, more importantly, this shift in dynamics is helping Oliver appreciate what it really means be to be a devoted faggot. That last bit at the end about how Oliver didn’t masturbate after being roughly used by his Master/boyfriend is significant. This is the effect of perpetual subspace. It’s how I stopped masturbating eight years ago. Once you’re in perpetual subspace, masturbation becomes an offensive afterthought.

So I congratulate my brother Oliver on a job well done! GOOD BOY!

I’ve never been a huge proponent of online findom for a variety of reasons, but my main objection is this: it weakens Hierarchy by encouraging lazy, selfish faggot behavior while elevating unworthy dumbfucks to the rank of Alpha simply for being attractive or cartoonishly “dominant”.

Now, the faggot nonsense I can brush aside (after all, life will be a harsh Master in the long run), but these fake “Masters” of findom really offended me. You see, I’ve been fortunate in my faggot career to have been owned in real life by some of the greatest straight Alphas I’ve ever known. I know true Alphahood when I see it not only I’ve served them, but also because I have a deep appreciation for Hierarchical truth. And lemme tell you, Alphas aren’t defined by the number of feet pics they post online.

Having said that, I can confidently tell you that Master Virgo (@KingVir919404 on X) is one of the purest straight God Alphas in all of online findom.

I met him around 2021 and was instantly captivated by his chilly, casual demeanor. I was also excited to find out he owned live-in faggots despite being resolutely heterosexual. His early interactions with me were curt and dismissive, as if he was a movie star who couldn’t be bothered. Then one evening I was speaking with one of his live-in faggots in a Twitter Space when Master Virgo arrived home and began barking orders to his faggots, and I could sense his gigantic presence over the phone!

Another thing you quickly come to understand about Master Virgo is that he’s an Alpha who lives a high-class lifestyle bedazzled with luxury items and experiences. He associates with the wealthy and well-connected. You might catch him in exclusive clubs, or on a private beach at an expensive resort, or making a splash at The Met Ball. He smokes the best cigars, fucks supermodels, and drinks from the top shelf. He uses cash to light his smokes. Here are a few pics to give you a taste of his everyday life:

All of this lavish lifestyle is provided by Master Virgo’s large, solvent stable of owned faggots.

In fact, it’s the quality of Master Virgo’s faggots that best defines his actual power. His faggots are loyal and extremely submissive in their service to him despite the fact that Master Virgo will never give them anything sexual or romantic.

I had the distinct pleasure of speaking with one of Master Virgo’s favorite possessions, a faggot named Tyrell (@joyofsubmission on X). I asked this faggot if he might write about his experience as one of Master Virgo’s favorite owned faggots, and he wrote this:

I would like to start out by saying I’m not some self-hating, low-hanging fruit that would’ve
served just any pair feet with a middle finger. I’m an educated professional. Decent looking, sociable,
with friends and family that love and respect me. I say this not to elevate myself in anyway from any of
my brothers in servitude (I am absolutely, an owned, domesticated and completely subjugated faggot to
a real man after all), but to highlight just how powerful my Master is. He is my King, my Daddy, my
owner, my guiding light, and my purpose. I am happy to share how He came to claim what was always
His.

It all started with photo on twitter. They say a picture’s worth a thousand words, but in a true-to-this
Alpha male’s case, worth $o much more. I’ve always felt that aching need to submit to a real man and
like so many faggots before me, chased that feeling into Findom. However, I had grown bored with the
temporary, transactional sensations and had deleted my Findom twitter and resigned myself to move
on, unsatisfied. That is until the hand of fate brought a photo of who would become my Master across
my vanilla twitter timeline through a mutual’s displayed likes no less.

I was completely entranced! The style, the poise, the confidence. I had to know more, and
proceeded to do a deep dive down his timeline, greedily absorbing all I could. Before I knew it, I found
myself creating another account. Sending a message, and of course out of respect, including a
screenshot of my first tribute in over a year. He took his time responding which was a response in and of
itself. I waited on pins and needles, and was thrilled to be acknowledged by this Man. I continued to
send more tributes, and eagerly answered any and all questions He had for me over time.
In his wisdom and prescience, knowing what I had only yet begun to learn, he eventually invited
me to treat him to lunch as I had recently moved to His city. He set a date and chose a location. I was
unquestionably excited, but like many faggots in denial I thought to myself – “sure, I’ll meet him. Most
of these doms aren’t the real deal and I’m sure I’ll see that up close and personal. I’ll just get it out of my system and dispel the illusion.”

The day finally came and I couldn’t have been more wrong. From jump he provided instruction- telling
me how to dress for the occasion. Where to park and await his arrival, opening his door (I’ve since been
trained to always open every door for him when in His presence). I didn’t realize it but I was already
being trained for the role he had prepared for me. As He stepped out of His vehicle and I looked up at
Him, every question I had about His authenticity was obliterated. My knees buckled, and the only thing
keeping me standing was that He had not yet given me permission to kneel. When He finally did it was a relief and a confirmation all in one.

Throughout the course of the meal and the conversation I was so taken aback by how multi-dimensional He was. He was charming, charismatic and smooth. He was witty, thoughtful, even courteous, but always in control. He spoke to me with a familiarity that I grew increasingly desperate to earn. By the time He asked me what I wanted (already knowing the answer) I could hardly recognize myself as my lips parted and the most honest thing I had ever said escaped them – “I want to be Your bitch.” I repeated myself as he looked on expectantly and grew practically hysterical. I had lost all composure. There was no more playing it cool. My statement turned into a plea. There I was in a public restaurant, palms open and begging Him to make me His bitch. I had never been so vulnerable in my entire life.

“We’ll see”. Was His response with a cocky, self-sure smile. I knew He had already seen, but would make
me earn it nonetheless.

The rest is history. I would continue to drive to Him on my days off when requested. He quickly
established that my time was His and I offered no resistance. Each task a lesson. Each instruction a line
of code in my programming as He continued to shape me in the ways He saw fit. He broke me in good
and thorough with physical discipline of course. Took me to the pet store to pick out my own collar and
leash. A dog bowl to eat and drink out of when instructed. He made sure to instill respect and obedience
in me as second nature, but also stimulated me intellectually, and spiritually. We’d have conversations
about music, and politics and life. He’d teach me things and listen acutely as I shared my passions as
well.

From picking up His drycleaning to chaperoning His dates with women as chauffer and wallet, being a
sounding board for His business, he continued to find uses for me and grant me opportunities to serve.
My love, admiration, and respect for King Virgo only continued to bloom and I have not stopped sinking
since. He has taught me the most valuable trait for any faggot, perhaps any person, to have – Gratitude.
Three years later and it has seen me through every stage of his total domination. When I am given a foot to kiss or massage after long day, I am grateful. When I am given soiled clothes to wash, I am grateful. When I am given an opportunity to prepare breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert, I am grateful. When I am given His piss to drink, I am grateful. When I am given a meal to cover, a bill to pay, an item to order, I am grateful.

I am grateful because I am HIS. And with that, comes a deep commitment to being the best version of
myself because that is what He deserves. I strive to advance my career, my skills, and my aptitude all to
protect his investment in me as his property and make good on the potential He sees in me. He’s the
greatest man I have ever known. He has my complete and unconditional surrender. There’s little doubt
in my mind that I will belong to Him for the rest of my life. And for that certainty, that clarity of purpose so few in this world achieve, I am grateful.

INCREDIBLE!

Speaking as a faggot who has some adjunct, distant-orbit history with Master Virgo, there is so much in this faggot’s adoring testimonial that rings absolutely true. For example, in this we experience His exacting dominance and precise expectations. You see, Master Virgo operates at a very high level, and he expects everyone he allows into his orbit – his women, his associations, his faggots – to elevate and perform at his elite expectations. You can hear that is this faggot’s words.

Now, many faggots fail and fall away under Master Virgo’s withering and relentless demands, but that’s okay. They simply shouldn’t be serving him. He will always have faggots desiring a place kneeling on the ground at his feet. What Master Virgo is doing is training his faggots, shaping them and disciplining them so that they become the best version of themselves.

I think of Master Virgo like a drill sergeant in the military. Nobody likes the drill sergeant at first as he screams in their face and abuses them, forcing them to push their bodies and minds past the breaking point. But what happens after that? The soldiers improve, becoming focused and sharpened to a fine point. By the end of it, they are grateful to the drill sergeant for making them an elite fighting force.

So it is with Master Virgo and his tight stable of elite faggots. He has fashioned and honed his faggots into the best possible versions of themselves, because they represent him and reflect on his great name.

And that view to purposeful training leads to something absolutely wonderful in his personal faggots: self-respect. You can hear that self-respect in the testimony above. Master Virgo values his faggot properties just the way he values the expensive watches, cigars, homes, cars, etc., that decorate and enrich his life. His faggots are buffed to a high shine and made to sparkle in every effort they expend in serving him. Every door opening becomes a chance to experience elite purpose, elevating the faggot and giving it meaning.

To that end, look at the collage Master Virgo created of pics he’s taken with his faggot. How many Masters would take the time to craft a loving emblem of his faithful faggot’s service?

The end result of such rigorous training and elevating is something Tyrell focuses on heavily at the end of his letter: GRATITUDE. He rightly recognizes that, as a faggot, he would’ve been nothing without Master Virgo. He would’ve been lost amongst the rabble, being used and tossed aside or worse, abused and damaged beyond repair.

But Master Virgo looked down upon him and his stable mates and saw potential in them. He gave them purpose in his service, and gave them meaning. And, like any withered plant that is watered and cultivated by a skilled gardener, his faggots have come to life and flourished under his care.

I love this video clip. Watch it first:

Some might see Master Virgo casually dribbling spit on his faggot and recoil. However, I see a faggot at peace, allowed to rest its head on its Master’s leg and watch him adoringly the way a faithful dog stares at its Owner. It’s beautiful.

I am so grateful to Master Virgo for allowing his faggot to write up this very personal tribute, as well as allowing me to publish it for the world to experience. It is my hope that all of the faggots who read this can understand that their purpose as faggots can have meaning in the hands of a straight and truly powerful Alpha King. I also hope that any Alphas reading this will also appreciate that abuse and humiliation isn’t true dominance or power.

Thanks again to Master Virgo for this unprecedented peek into his elite world!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There is a point in an owned faggot’s life when a moment of clarity occurs, a self-actualization that crystallizes the faggot’s purpose. It’s the result of a potent cocktail of dopamine, perpetual subspace, and the chemical composition of cum flowing in the faggot’s veins.

Regardless, the faggot can see its life in simple-yet-meaningful terms for the first time. Everything is finally clear.

That’s where my little brother Fabien is today. He wrote this astounding declaration to me this morning after a whirlwind weekend of use by his Master Anthony and his Alpha Pack. I’ll stop talking and share what he wrote:

You know, there is one truth that is becoming ever more deeply ingrained in me: I am a natural-born slave for God Alphas. I have a slave’s soul, a slave’s heart, a slave’s brain, a slave’s body. I feel it in every single fiber of my being. My existence is meant to serve a God Alpha. To serve Anthony. It’s so warming and liberating to realize it and reflect on it! Anthony is my One True God. I won’t rest until I’ve done absolutely all I can to make his life the most perfect paradise it can be!

So beautiful, and so perfectly said!

Hello Sam!

I’m writing with an issue probably everyone had struggled with at some point, however I feel like for me it’s too much, and I need help.

Thing is, I always feel like am two different people, the horny and the regretful. I seek out men all the time,  and every time I get on my knees I already feel deep shame, so bad it even causes apathy, where I space out while in the act.
I totally disconnect from my body, and focus on the cock. That’s a good thing right?
Except I feel no real sensations during that time. It’s like I’m blocking it all out. I barely moan, squeal and then mechanically cum.
During and after the act I feel terrible. I become numb for a couple hours, sometimes even days.
Yet I always come back crawling for more. I really can’t get enough of cock and cum and spit and piss and pits and musk. It’s always the same. The before is always amazing, I fire up grindr and arrange a meet up, I head there when the time comes and again shows up my numbness.
I am infuriated that I cannot find my own pleasure in serving. Isn’t it that my pleasure is supposed to be derived from the man’s pleasure? I feel a deep sense of purpose within it, I really love men and love cock, so I push through the stupid feelings and still accept the cock and cum with my whole heart, mouth and hole.

But still, I feel like a failure.
While I do recognise the deep interplay of shame and desire, and how much it drives me to wanting more and more cock, I feel like it is excessive.

Dear Sam, what would you advise me to do?

– vitale

Thanks for the question, brother!

Here’s the problem: there isn’t really much you can do about this.

You’re experiencing two things I’ve written about quite a bit on the site. The first is SUBSPACE, which causes that empty, mindless feeling you describe. The second is THE VOID, which is that numbed ache that you describe after you’ve served that eventually drives you back for more. 

These are both quite natural occurrences for a faggot who does experience subspace easily (as it sounds like you do). This many not be a matter of doing anything to avoid it (because I largely think it’s unavoidable) as it is a matter of understanding what is happening within yourself and paying attention to how these feelings effect you. By doing this, you can take yourself out of a “victim” stance and become more active in how you process it. 

I hope this makes some sense to you. Just know that what you’re feeling is normal, brother.  

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