Bit of a messy situation. I’ve been with my straight alpha for 4 years. We met on Instagram, but I fly out to see him a few times a year.
For the first 2 years, we messaged pretty much every day and I became something of an emotional pillar for him. We agreed on exclusivity, and I’ve been his fag ever since. I’m only allowed to serve and talk to him. It’s VERY intense, but being long-distance comes with challenges.
In recent years, his career has taken off and he only messages me maybe 3 times a week. I’ve brought this up, and he says he cares about me, but he’s busy and this is just how things are.
Truth is, I’m having a very difficult time. Ownership has made me dependent on him. I feel like my emotional needs aren’t being met, and most of my time is spent isolated and alone. Any tips on how to resolve this? Or should I ask to end exclusivity?
I REALLY like him, and he’s even indicated he wants to keep me after he marries his girl. I just with things could go back to how they used to be.
Thanks.
Thank you for writing to me, brother!
Congratulations for serving a straight Master for four years, especially given that it’s been almost an entirely remote relationship. It’s commendable, and it certainly speaks well of both you and your Master that you’re both loyal, genuine people!
I’m afraid you’ll need to accept the situation as it is unless there is a radical shift in the life of one of you. He’s a straight Alpha who is now focusing on his new career, and likely doing a fair amount of fucking and partying as well. Meanwhile, you are far away. Friends online don’t last for four years, let alone a straight Alpha and a faggot.
You seem very loyal, brother, and I feel for you. Most fags (including me in my younger days) would’ve just found someone else to serve by now and just lie to their Masters. However, I’ve seen straight Alphas become very attached and even choose their fags over females simply because of their fag’s loyalty and self-sacrifice. Which one is your Master? I have no idea.
I think it might be beneficial to talk to your Master in the most humble and submissive way about how you need training and guidance that he doesn’t have the time for, and ask him if he thinks you should find a local Alpha to serve and train you. Emphasize that you want to do this so you might be a better faggot in the future for him.
By doing that, you’re showcasing two things I’m sure he’s not considering (or even understanding):
1. Faggots need constant training and use to improve
2. Faggots want this training. It’s like water to a plant.
I’m sure at this point your Master just looks at this like a fetish, but by telling him these things he might understand that faggots are real and valuable and, like any other valuable thing in an Alpha’s life a faggot needs to be tended to.
I’m curious why you don’t recommend random cocksucking for younger unowned faggots. Isn’t that part of a faggot’s purpose? I feel like it’s great practice for the faggot, and also a great way for men to get used to the ease and pleasure of using a faggot. Kneeling for a man, or a group of men, can be such a wonderful experience too.
Thank you for writing!
I’ve never discouraged faggots from having their slutty periods during which they suck everything they can. After all, I did that for a few years myself. I definitely learned a lot about my purpose from indiscriminately sucking dick randomly week after week, but in my heart I eventually yearned to be owned. Fortunately that happened, and I received deep personal training to make me a better faggot. Random cocksuckers don’t receive this. I think that’s why I always want to recommend true service to a Master, because the training I received was invaluable.
After dinner, I was left cuffed in my jail cell for a while. Eventually Declan came over and asked if I wanted out, but only if I agreed to be tied to the chair and he will unlock my cock.
“FUCK YES SIR, PLEASE SIR!!!” I immediately replied.
My handcuffs were removed, I was let out of the cell, stripped naked, and sat down on the chair. He blindfolded me, tied me securely to the chair, and left me there.
After some time, I felt movement around my chastity cage. He unlocked the Prince Albert piercing lock, then removed the cage entirely. For the first time in a long while, my cock was completely free. I asked if I was going to be allowed to jerk off or get any kind of release, but noise-canceling headphones had already been placed over my ears, so I couldn’t hear if he answered.
A few moments later, I felt the cage being locked back on, without any sexual touch at all. Just clinical. Cold. Done.
My hands were freed, the headphones were removed, and I was led (still blindfolded) into the bedroom. He had me lie down on the bed and cuffed my hands together above my head. A blanket was pulled over me, and I felt him climb into bed beside me.
All he said was, “Goodnight.”
All night long, I couldn’t stop thinking about how my cock felt strangely cramped, constantly swelling and straining, like it was too big for the cage. It kept trying to break free but couldn’t. Obviously. In the morning, Declan left for work. Before he went, he unlocked the handcuffs. I stayed in bed for a while longer.
Later, while having my coffee, I finally looked down… and realized the chastity cage on my cock wasn’t the same one. It was much smaller.
He had switched my cage yesterday and downsized me from a size S to a size N+. 🥺
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I have no idea why he did it. I have no idea how long he plans to keep me in the smaller one.
I do know a lot of you are loving this, my messages have been flooded with people telling me I should be downsized.
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I hope you are doing well! After being a cocksucker for an alpha throughout my Senior Year, I’ve accepted I’m a faggot now at 18. However, I’m really sad. My alpha, Adam, has basically thrown me away after getting a new girlfriend. He was the first guy I ever sent to, and the only guy I ever sucked too. I’m really depressed now cause I really liked him, and none of the other guys at my high school know I’m a faggot. I’m wondering should I try to convince him to let me his faggot again, or should look for a new guy to serve? I don’t want to be disloyal to him, but I don’t think he wants me anymore. I really don’t know what to do anymore.
Sincerely, Mark
Brother, thank you for writing!
I’m so sorry to hear about what happened with you and your first Alpha! I know exactly what you’re going through, because your story is EXACTLY what happened between me and my first Alpha, Roger. He turned me into his cocksucker for our final year of high school, but then he fell in love with the girl he would eventually marry, so he dismissed me.
I didn’t handle it well at all. I embarrassed myself a couple of times after my dismissal. I remember one humiliating night when I tracked him down at his girlfriend’s family’s BBQ to confront him and tearfully begged to speak with him, completely confusing everyone except Master Roger, who was enraged.
I’m sure that kind of behavior sounds unbelievable from me now given what you know about me and my principled approach to my faghood these days, but I was just a fresh new faggot suddenly alone with a fresh new purpose that I didn’t know how to apply in my life. I was scared, deeply sad, and hopelessly adrift.
You might recognize your own feelings in what I wrote above, baby brother. If so, then you’re on the right track.
It’s okay to feel panicked, run over, and crumpled up like trash. As faggots, we have those kinds of moments as we fulfill our purpose. The sad emptiness you’re experiencing now steels you and trains your heart so you can become stronger and more purposeful.
I resented Master Roger for years after it happened, but I was wrong. As a straight Alpha, he was merely following instinct. Owning a faggot was simply too much to handle while trying to navigate a serious other relationship with his future wife. It’s the same with your former Master, too.
My lowest point in this entire episode of my life came when I tearfully confronted him outside his house late one night. He was trying to explain that he loved her and wanted to be with her. “But what about ME??” I cried.
Then came a response I didn’t expect from him: “What about you?”
In that moment, my entire purpose as a faggot crystallized. I realized that faggots are ultimately expendable and replaceable. We don’t fit neatly or cleanly into the lives of straight Alphas. And if we are going to serve them, then we must be prepared to have our hearts torn apart, too.
In other words, the pain you feel is justified and real, but it’s serving a purpose within your heart.
After my dismissal, I went on a wild 3/4 year tear of hard partying and lots and lots of random cocksucking. I don’t recommend that path, brother, but I understand it if you do. We all react to pain in different ways. I chose to numb it with alcohol/drugs/casual sex. I hope you choose a different, kinder path for yourself, because you deserve it, sweetheart.
In the end, everybody gets their heart broken at some point. Eventually, we get back up and go find new adventures. As a faggot, you get to have wilder adventures than others, a life enriched by living entirely with purpose as a guiding light!
Don’t be afraid. Be excited by what can happen now!
But most of all, be grateful to your first Master, Adam. He taught you about your purpose … and by saying goodbye he’s giving you a chance to live it.
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!
When I created the “faggot hierarchy” model (CLICK HERE), I named the top class of fag “mentor faggot” with several fags in mind because this site has attracted a truly inspirational group of young mentor faggots. These are fags who teach their brothers, move their brothers to action, and correct them when they’re wrong.
Chief among these mentor faggots is little Fabien, my sweet baby brother from France. Fabien helped straight Master Anthony discover the world of faggot worship and ownership. And, as Master Anthony’s Alpha Pack began to take faggots of their own, Fabien was able to shepherd these new fags and teach them how to properly serve. What he has done with all of the straight Alphas and eager faggots surrounding Master Anthony has been nothing short of extraordinary.
Fabien shared a recent mentorship experience with me. I thought it was beautiful, so I’m sharing it with you:
My dear big brother,
I know you rather like my tories involving my mentoring of the Alpha Pack’s other faggots, so maybe you’ll find this one interesting even if it covers something we have already explored before: how to deal with the Alpha Men’s moodiness.
You see, my baby brother Clément, the young slave of my Master’s best bro, Henri, has reached me lately by mail to ask for my advice. The sweet boy noticed that his Owner had been in a sour mood lately and was often more aggressive and impatient with him.
Little Clément is worried that Henri is going through a rough patch and asked me what he could do to help him. Of course, I replied to his email right away. Below is a translation of my reply.
“Dearest Clem,
Thank you very much for reaching me! I’m touched you ask my advice to help your Master. You know I care a lot about you and I care a lot about Henri, my Master’s best friend. I’ll try to give you some guidance based on my experience and the advice and lessons I’ve learned myself.
Dealing with our Masters’ emotional turmoil and inner wounds is always complicated. Alphas are in control of their emotions, they force themselves to stay strong no matter what and they avoid showing vulnerability at all costs, except in very rare circumstances and when they feel completely at ease. But they carry burdens we cannot imagine: as superior beings, they bear the weight of many expectations. Girls, families, teachers or colleagues, and their alpha peers and competitors… Their worries can stem from many things.
At times like these, a slave boy’s loyalty is invaluable. The greatest support you can give him is, of course, your unwavering devotion. Keep obeing and serving and worshipping him no matter what and it will help him greatly. I know it can sometimes be hard to deal with his harshness and feel like your service no longer pleases him. But don’t forget: as long as he keeps you by his side, gives you orders, and expects your servility, it means he’s still counting on you. Don’t let him down. Endure it, for his sake. Don’t forget: he comes first. It’s all about him, not you.
Now, if you want to encourage him to talk to you about his worries (which can do him a world of good!), you need to approach the situation with great tact. Above all, he must not feel belittled in front of you.
The best thing to do is to wait for a quiet moment, when he’s relaxing on the couch, for example. Crawl over to him and kiss his feet. Speak to him while keeping your face close to his feet. Remind him how superior he is, how much you crave to serve him, and tell him that if he wants to share his problems with you, he can do so knowing that you will listen to him with respect and adoration. Then, just keep worshipping him and do not push him, let him decide what he wants to do.
If you do things this way, I’m sure he’ll start opening up to you sooner or later. When he does, don’t forget to reassure him and praise him! You can give him your thoughts if he asks for them, but more importantly, remind him that no matter what, he’s a Superior Man and entitled to the best of life! Remind him that you’re here for him, always.
Love you, Clem! Be sure to keep me posted!
Your brother,
Fabien”
Clément thanked me profusely and committed to follow my lead. I feel so good knowing that I am helping my faggot brothers and, more importantly, improving the lives of some Alphas by doing so!
Isn’t that lovely? It’s the perfect advice, tender yet full of useful tips! But that’s Fabien’s nature at work. His joy and wisdom are infectious, and his daily hard work is the finest example to all of his fag brothers!
Well a bit later Fabien followed up with me to report how Clément was doing in following his advice:
My very dear sam,
Just a quick note to let you know that Clément sent me a very sweet message to inform me that things got better with his Master Henri. He had the opportunity to follow my advice to the letter and did it! Clément quietly worshipped Henri’s feet while the young Man was moody alone on his bed. Then he praised him like the Superior Alpha he is and reminded him that he was there for him, no matter what, even if only to listen to his troubles. Henri told him to come closer, stroked his hair and told him he was a good boy and that he liked him, even if he didn’t say so very often.
I can tell you that Clément is overwhelmed with emotion and sheer bliss! I am so happy for my baby brother that he can experience the indescribable blessing of being approved by his beloved Master!
My dear sam, do you think my last mails about all this could be used for a publication on your wonderful website? I’m sure it could help and comfort a lot of faggots and benefit to their Masters!
Lots of love!
fab the fag
Isn’t that great? I’m so proud of Clément for not giving up or falling into a depression himself over Henri’s moodiness! As faggots, our own emotional states are tied closely to that of our Owners! However, we must be the ones to anticipate their needs and serve through those dark moments all Alphas have!
When I was their age, I often misread my Master’s moods or took them personally. I often had to redirect my own thinking in order to maintain my focus on my Master’s needs. After all, there was no Hierarchy University out there to guide me!
I think Clément’s experience shows how little it takes from an Alpha to make us feel overwhelmed with joy. Henri barely had to do anything except stroke Clément’s hair and tell him “good boy” in order to send Clément into spasms of happiness!
Faggots are truly human versions of Labrador retrievers! All we want is to be at our Master’s feet and make him happy all day long!
Fabien did such a glorious job gently training Clément, and the rewards are boundless. Notice how Fabien selflessly rejoices with Clément! We are truly a brotherhood when we support each other this way!
I’m practically exploding with pride over Fabien! He’s a light in my heart, absolute living proof of hierarchical truth, and a dear, dear brother. Fabien glorifies Master Anthony with every thought, word, and deed!
I can only imagine Master Anthony’s pride! He owns one of the greatest mentor faggots on Earth, which is fitting given that he is one of the greatest God Alphas on Earth!
Yesterday I found myself in an unexpectedly-wonderful DM conversation with an intelligent young King named “Master V” (@damnbros51), a college Alpha who owns his faggot cousin. During this conversation the subject of faggot foot worship came up, and Master V told me he wanted my to write an essay about my own deep love and need to worship the feet of our greatest Men.
This is like a dog owner asking a Labrador retriever if it wants to jump in a lake.
I should’ve known I was a faggot from the age of 10 when I had a crush on an adorable playground leader named George Collins. I remember being fascinated by George’s big feet in his Buster Brown’s. I had vague yearnings to want to touch them, but playtime with him was distracting enough to prevent any such experimentation.
Then in freshman year of high school there was this sexy pre-Alpha named Bob that I crushed on for a couple of years. To be honest, I was more fascinated by Bob’s divine ass and bulge perfectly defined by the gray corduroy jeans than Bob’s feet, but I had this odd desire to kiss his feet in the hallway while he was joking with other football players.
Then came Roger.
I met Roger when I got a job at a shitty Italian restaurant. Roger was my age, but from another high school. It took about 2.3 seconds after I met Roger to completely fall in love with him; he was the most stunning Alpha I’d ever met. A golden tan blessed his slender, muscular frame and delectable six-pack abs. Roger had a face that was a combination of Richard Gere and Morten Harket of the band a-ha. Then Roger spoke to me, and his confidence and brash sexuality completely submitted me.
Roger saw my submissiveness instantly. We became close friends immediately, and Roger definitely defined our days together. I spent a lot of time hanging out alone with Roger at his single mother’s house, where our opposing roles came into sharp relief.
His eventual claiming of me started with his feet. Roger didn’t have huge feet, but they were beautiful to me anyway. They were the feet of an athlete, “muscular” in a way that average feet are not (if you understand what I mean). I naturally took a place at his feet when we were together, and it clearly made a subconscious impression on him. He would put his feet on my face and rub them into my nose, which I loved. He would clip his toenails, and when he wasn’t looking I would steal some of the clippings and eat them. Occasionally Roger would spray a deodorant on his feet, claiming he didn’t want his feet to stink. To that, I replied that his feet never stunk and I would grab his shoes and take a deep huff. Whenever I did that, he would give me a disgusted look and mutter, “nasty faggot!”
That was the first time an Alpha specifically called me a “faggot”, and the cold electric shock of that word was intoxicating.
After Roger became my first Owner when he forced me to become his cocksucker, I would sometimes follow my instinct and kiss his feet to induce him to feed me his cock. It was then that I discovered the link between foot worship and Alpha dominance/aggression. I took lessons in pedicure techniques and foot massage to learn how to improve, because I knew foot worship was a link that I would continue to exploit throughout my fag career.
Two of my greatest straight Masters helped me to perfect my foot worshiping technique. First was Master Aaron. He was probably the most perfect physical specimen I’d ever seen; absolutely jacked, tanned body, with the world’s greatest ass (my apologies to Chris Evans) and thighs/calves as thick and sturdy as tree trunks. Master Aaron, also had a huge heart, and I think he decided to own me in part because he saw me as a lost, wild faggot who needed an Alpha’s guidance.
I spoiled Master Aaron constantly. One of his favorite things was ordering me to draw him a nice hot bath where he would soak in scented oil water while I served him drinks. After his bath, I would specifically soak his feet and then give him a full pedicure while he relaxed on the couch. After the pedicures, I would deeply massage his muscular feet with oil and moisturizers, tenderly kissing them and praising his perfection.
As you might imagine, those sessions always ended up with me swallowing his loads.
A few years later I was owned my Master Chris. He was another physically-perfect Alpha with HUGE hands and HUGE feet to match his HUGE dick. Master Chris looked a lot like a young Jake Gyllenhaal (this was often remarked upon by his female admirers … and me), with the same square jaw and big, expressive eyes.
I fell hard for Master Chris. I consider the times I spent worshiping his feet to be among the most memorable of my life. Master Chris loved my adoration of his hands and feet, and I spent long sessions just kissing them and smelling them. When he said “good faggot” to me during these times, I felt more complete than at any time up to that point.
How can I even begin to describe the wonders of Master Chris’s feet? They were size 13, and wide. They had long toes, but not long in a creepy way like some. Master Chris could easily pick things up with them, and he gave more more than a few bruises by pinching me with them. I imprinted on his feet completely, from the sweet smell to every powerfully-constructed curve. One time Master Chris told me to try and trim his nails with my teeth, but they were too tough to bite through (I didn’t want to ruin them, either). I can still feel the weight of them between my hands! Even after so many years, I know every detail on his incredible feet!
So what is it about Alpha feet that motivates faggots to worship them so intensely?
The primary motivator for faggots is the humiliation factor. Fags live off of humiliation. It induces subspace in us, and that subspace feels like a warm, cozy blanket. Women probably know the feeling, although they’re generally not in-touch with the concept of subspace. But we faggots definitely do!
So it’s only natural that faggots are drawn to foot worship. For whatever reason, feet are considered disgusting. That’s primarily why kissing feet is considered an ultimate act of submission. Foot kissing is a universally-recognized act of honor, respect, and submission in the presence of royalty, for example. Teen Alphas often make faggots and other inferior males kiss their feet without knowing anything about hierarchy (see: Master Lucas).
For me, it goes beyond the feeling of subspace, though. When offering obeisance to an Alpha through foot worship, I feel almost forgiven. In fact, I approach this extraordinary privilege of touching an Alpha’s feet and worshiping them the way a penitent person approaches a superior for forgiveness.
It is such an honor to be allowed to touch an Alpha’s feett, let alone kiss and massage them! After all, those feet are powerful enough to carry the weight of an extraordinary Man. Beneath those feet are the remains of the lands he’s conquered and the enemies he’s vanquished. They are the foundation of his rulership! Faggots should be grateful to kiss the dirt upon which those feet have trod, let alone worship them directly!
As a faggot who has spent most of my fag career worshiping Alpha feet, I can say that few acts more fully define the Alpha/fag dynamic. It’s largely a non-sexual act in and of itself, yet it stirs great passion in most Alphas. It gives Alphas power, and reaffirms their rightful place above all other males.
So what I’m saying, in essence, is that worshiping an Alpha’s feet is a holy sacrament, a godly duty. I take it very seriously, and in order to get the most out of our commission as faggots, I recommend that all faggots approach that privilege the same way!
I don’t feature older Alphas enough on this site, and that’s unfair. Older Alphas are a vital part of a healthy hierarchical culture. Most importantly, older Alphas know how to be very direct in training faggots. There’s no fumbling uncertainties in the way they handle faggots.
My Alpha has requested for me to build myself a shrine of Him in my room and I’m not sure how to, what would be the best advice for building it just pictures? Or is there anything special I can do to show my devotion to Him with this shrine?
Thank you for writing!
First of all, I doubt he “requested” it … more like commanded it.
A shrine dedicated to an Alpha would of course have pictures, maybe personal effects if they’re available, etc. It might also include a mantra or a poem or some other writing/drawning dedicated to him. A shrine should be something from the heart that encompasses the feelings of worship the faggot has for its Owner.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a young Mexican Alpha named Master Jose. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The last time Master Jose appeared on this site, his revelation was so startling that a number of Alphas (and some faggots) wrote to me to express their opinion. The subject of the uproar? Well, Master Lorenzo wanted to give Master Jose a facial on his next visit to Brazil.
I was immediately offended by such a suggestion, and several other Alphas said the same. Others took a more cautious stance. I would say that most people felt it was wrong for Master Lorenzo to want to humiliate Master Jose, and that no “true” Alpha would ever accept that treatment.
But ultimately the only thing that matters is how it affects Master Jose.
Well, Master Jose has returned to Mexico, and he’s ready to share his experience and how it affected him:
Hey Sam,
I’m back home and I wanna share you how life-changing this previous weeks were. Perhaps you will not respect me anymore after saying this, but I won’t lie about anything. Lorenzo is a King and a God, I am his Alpha brother, and I couldn’t be happier.
I’ll try to be brief. Lorenzo and Mario picked me up at the airport and as soon as I hugged both of them I felt lucky to be in their presence. Mario is a really good looking guy and Lorenzo, of course, doesn’t even need to be described. We went back to his place and Gio had stayed home cooking for all of us. There was a delicious meal and some fancy wine waiting for us when I arrived. We ate, laughed, and drank, we all had a very nice time.
When we were relaxed and comfortable with each other, Lorenzo told us to join him in his bedroom. He closed the door and said, “brother, ready to fuck pussy for the first time?” Mario chuckled, came to me, kissed me in my lips, and said “Lorenzo told great things about you. Let’s have some fun?” And then it all started, Mario on his knees sucking my cock and I was fingering his pussy, touching pussy for the very first time, and it felt amazing. He was getting nice and wet for me, while deepthroating my cock. Then Lorenzo did something that really turned us on. He stood up right next to me, positioned Gio on his knees right next to Mario, and Gio started sucking him just like Mario was doing on my cock. But then Lorenzo grabbed my ass, kissed my neck, touched my hole with his fingers and said “enjoy it brother, but don’t forget who is the King here”. Fuck, I almost came in Mario’s mouth listening to Lorenzo’s deep voice while he touched my hole and his boyfriend gave me such a nice head. And I am not embarrassed to admit it. I wonder what it might mean from a hierarchical standpoint… but you’re the specialist here.
When our cocks were hard and wet, Lorenzo but Gio on all fours, lubed his hole up and started banging him favorite fag as he does everyday. Mario, however, doesn’t behave like a fag at all, he is very assertive in what he wants, so he laid down next to Gio and said “come on and fuck me missionary”. And so I did. It felt so nice and warm, fucking amazing. It’s not as tight as fucking an ass, but it’s really wet and warm, I fucking loved it. Gio took his Master’s cock like the good boy he is, just following Lorenzo’s orders. With me it was different, Mario gave all the orders and Lorenzo looked at us with a smile on his face while Gio was moaning and taking his thick cock. Mario told me to fuck him doggy, and finish with him riding me, so Lorenzo intervened and said “Mario doesn’t love cum as my boy Gio, so let’s finish on Gio’s body, I bet you’ve been holding a big load”. So after banging them for a while, Gio laid down, with his mouth open and we both came all over his face, two really big loads to our gorgeous fag. He swallowed every single drop. The four of us were sweaty and out of breath. What an amazing welcome party.
The following days were awesome with our King leading us. But you know that he’s much more than a big dick, so he took us to museums, restaurants, and to the beach, we had a really great time. To keep it short, I’ll tell you about the two most remarkable sexual experiences we had while I was there.
A few days after I had arrived, Rafael joined us. I was hungry for his ass after all these months without seeing him. Mario was not with us that day, so Gio did the cooking and the cleaning while Rafa was our cumdump. We didn’t dp him because he’s too tight but we alternated between his ass and mouth, Lorenzo bred him first and I bred him right after him. Mario arrived at night and we did it again. But Lorenzo said that Mario’s ass is his territory, nobody else could go there. And of course I didn’t answer back, Mario’s pussy was everything I needed. We fucked Mario together and it was impressive to see how submissive Mario was when Lorenzo gave the rules. He went all the way balls deep into Mario’s ass and he was taking it just like a fag, very different from the attitude he had had with me. But I’m not complaining, his pussy was there nice and wet for me, so I went inside and we filled his two holes up with our Alpha cum. Two hungry holes for two alpha cocks.
On my last day in his house, when we had already fucked the boys countless times, Lorenzo asked me how I felt when he told me on the phone that he wanted to give me a facial. I told him I was scared at first but that I don’t feel bad about the idea, as long as he doesn’t start treating me like one of his fags. And then it happened. Lorenzo told Gio to spend the day with his mom, Rafa and Mario were at work. It was just me and the King, and I knew he was hungry to devour me.
I don’t know exactly how to put in words what happened that day. I can just say that it felt amazing. I sucked his cock for a long time and, since his the only person who touches my ass, I was really tight after months away from him. He lubed my hole and his cock, and he started fucking me in a very romantic way, hugging me from behind while I was laying down in bed. Then I rode his cock and I could feel how deep he was going, his balls were heavy and I could feel them touching my ass. He said that he wanted to finish in missionary, so I opened my legs for him. And he banged me while we kissed, his sweat was falling from his forehead to mine. And he went deeper than he had ever gone opening me in a way that I didn’t know was possible. He came inside of me and I was bred by Alpha brother. But I shaking and kissing him, licking his neck and his chest. Can an Alpha be cunted, Sam? And if an Alpha is cunted, can he still call himself an Alpha?
We cuddled for a few hours and he did not say anything else about the facial. But I wanted to show him my admiration, so I sucked his cock again until he came. It was a small load after all he had come before, but still I had some of his seed on my cheeks and asked him what to do. He rubbed his fingers on my face and told me to relax. When Gio was back, Lorenzo told me “before you leave this house, show me that you’re my Alpha brother, pump your last load inside Gio”
That was the scene, Sam: my hole was sore and dripping Lorenzo’s cum, I had dry cum on my face, and Gio was all open in missionary for me. I fucked him with all the strength I had and made the boy moan loud. I bred him while holding his shoulders pressing against him to make sure my cum would go as deep as possible.
Feel free to disagree, Sam. I will respect your opinion no matter what. But now I see that this beautiful family is the perfect illustration of hierarchy: Gio and Rafa are our fags, Mario is our sexy beta, I am the Alpha, and all of us admire and respect our glorious King Alpha. If I’m wrong, I don’t wanna be right.
That truly does sound like a life-changing experience!
I’m so proud of Master Jose for being so open-minded and experimental as he explores what his Alphahood means for him! This is exactly how some of us must approach our hierarchical place in order to truly know it and embrace it. Master Jose is fortunate to have a God Alpha like Master Lorenzo to kindly and lovingly guide him in this process!
I was curious how Master Jose was going to like fucking a real female pussy (which Mario still retains as a FTM transsexual). It’s not surprising that it felt great to him. But it’s significant that Master Jose still loves (and prefers) faggot pussy.
However, the real story here is Master Lorenzo’s fucking and breeding of Master Jose, and how it injected Master Jose with even more power. This is becoming a proven phenomenon among Alphas (I have another story coming up about something similar). As a faggot, I can only theorize about why this happens, but it does. As best as I can understand, Higher-level Alphas fucking lower-level Alphas breeds more confidence in both Alphas because it reinforces a deep hierarchical truth about purpose.
The Alpha fraternity continues to amaze me!
I’m glad that Master Lorenzo slightly cumming on Master Jose’s face proved to be a non-issue. Needless to say I was quite nervous about the effect such an even might have on Master Jose, but he seems to be quite proud of it! I couldn’t be happier!
Master Jose is beloved to me. He’s such an honest and open King, a Man who doesn’t claim to have all the answers, but he gives his best shot to seek truth. I find that quality endearing.
Thank you, Master Jose, for sharing your experiences and your heart!
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!
I love that King Karter is so intimately involved with the lives of his fag slaves. I wasn’t sure if Ethan was going to be safe as the possession of a God Alpha like King Karter, a Man so powerful and so intent on whoring out all of his faggots. Seemed sketchy to me when it began, but I’ve since learned how wrong I was about this black King.
Another question I’ve been wondering: was King Karter even aware of this site and my chronicling of him and his fags? I got that answer first in the latest update:
Hi Sam,
I hope you are doing well. I apologize for not emailing or updating in a while. I wanted to give you a quick update and ask you a few questions.
One of the reasons I haven’t emailed you in a while is that a few weeks after my last update, some of King Kater’s friends were upset with me because I had been talking to you. Two that I know of, but it might have been three or so, came to King and told him that they did not want their shit all over the internet, they said (in their words) “Faggots talk too much” to King Karter. King said to me that a few of his other friends were probably thinking the same, but never said anything to him. But King Karter came to my defence and told them all that I never spilled any personal information, like names, city, or anything. He also told them that he had ordered me not to give any of that out. But they were pissed. I was already on my knees when he told me, but I aggressively apologized for everything and told him I never said anything that would lead back to him or them. He believed me and said, it was all good. He talked to the king I served (from the last post), and King Karter said he didn’t mind, and after reading it, he thought it was Hot, and he wanted to use me again, and he wanted to read it on your site, after. King Karter has ordered that I can not tell you any personal information (again). He also said that from now on, I can only tell you about dates or parties that he’s given the ok with. Anything with him is ok to post. I will also let you know from on, if it is ok to post it on the site. I must also forward my emails to him to read prior to sending them to you, so he can read them through and see if he wants to edit it. I am sorry that I can not tell you about everything from now on. I will continue to try to update you as often as I can. Since I last updated you, I have been on quite a few dates with other Kings at my apartment and out at other meet-ups.
Uh oh … King Karter IS watching this site and reading what I write! That certainly puts me under some pressure! However, I would like to reiterate to King Karter, his Alpha Pack, and anyone else reading this site: I’m a vault when it comes to personal information. King Karter could give me his social security number and the information on all of his bank cards, and I would do no harm, nor would anyone ever know about it. You wouldn’t believe the secrets I’ve held about people featured on this site over the years! Nobody will ever know, either!
Next, Ethan goes on to update life under King Karter:
The other reason I had not emailed you is cause I was sick with the flu for about 2.5 weeks in February. (Most of February) I had to skip almost 2 weeks of school. It was bad! King Karter had not let me have any dates at that time. I was also not allowed to serve him at his place. He also limited how many dates came into our apartment to be with #3 until I was fully better. I also did not train my hole at all then, and just stayed on the couch, so other Kings could use the bedroom with #3 if they did come over. Something came up, and I wanted to ask you about it. Before this, I had been getting fucked at least 3-4 times a week. Also, I had been exercising my pussy with dildos and plugs like almost every day, unless I had been fucked, already that day or was too busy with classes, work, or service. I think I could even start to feel my ass pussy changing shape like you said it would! Like longer and more female pussy shaped. But, after I had not been fucked for about 3 weeks and not even fucking myself with dildos, the first time I went back to King Karter to work at his apartment, he got home from the gym while I was cleaning the bathroom. He took a leak in my mouth, and then skull fucked me. After that, he pulled me to the bedroom and raped me HARD! It hurt my pussy badly, almost like the 2nd time he had fucked me (not as bad as the first, though). I begged him a few times to slow down, and if we could take a break, he would not let me. He told me that if I didn’t want it to hurt so much, I needed to work out my pussy every day, like I was doing before. I wanted to ask you, did my ass revert back tighter before I was sick? After that first time he fucked me when I was back, it was fine, and after that he fucked me again, and I went out on a few dates, and it feels looser like it did before I got sick. How do I keep it loose when I’m sick or can’t fuck myself or get fucked for a while? Like, is there a set amount of time that the pussy muscles go backwards? I figure it’s like every other muscle, like since I had not been to the gym in a while, I had a lot of delayed muscle soreness, and it just takes me a day or so working out again to get back into it before the muscles are back up.
Also, after he fucked me very hard that first time back, I could almost feel his thick dick inside of me for like almost a day after. Like you know, when some people have their arm or leg cut off, they have what is called phantom limb syndrome. Is there such a thing as phantom dick syndrome? Like I could literally feel his BBC inside me for a while, I think I had this like the first few times he fucked me too. I kept trying to fuck myself at home to fill myself up again. Thanks, just was wondering if that was really a thing!
Thanks, Sam. I hope you are doing well. I will email you later, but I don’t know if I will be allowed to post them.
I was really happy that King Karter thought to protect the health of his faggot and the others by taking it easy on Ethan when he got sick. Some Masters would force their best faggot to keep serving despite being ill, but King Karter didn’t do that! Of course, it probably helped that King Karter had other faggots to use while Ethan was down!
Ethan asks about his gaped, reshaped pussy hole returning to normal. Certainly, the pussy hole (mostly) returns to its original shape over time when not in use. The entire area is protected by muscles that do recall how it’s supposed to look. Call it muscle memory, whatever. That’s why any active faggot needs to maintain a schedule of stretching so their pussies can be used at any time and penetration not be overly painful.
Ethan asked about that “phantom limb” feeling in a fag’s pussy when it doesn’t have dick in it. Yes, that’s a thing! I call it “The Void” (CLICK HERE). It’s that yearning deep within us where Alpha cock cored out our insides.
But Ethan had more to say:
Oh, Sam, I forgot to include this question!
As you know, we had a state election here in Texas recently. Now that I am a state resident, I have been technically a state resident since last year. I was able to vote in the primaries. I was going to vote for James Talarico, the one who ultimately won the primary, for a few reasons. The biggest was that I thought he spoke to a lot more of the core Texas voter base, and would be able to maybe turn the state purple or even blue. If they saw what he was all about, they might be able to vote the same way later on. But King Karter told me to vote for Jasmine Crockett, because she could do a lot more for the community. I did end up voting for her. I did like that she was a fighter and spoke up a lot more than most Democrats, so I did also like her. Even though Talarico won, King was ok with it and said we need to all vote for him anyway.
My question is, do Alphas and Kings have the power to tell their faggots who and what to vote for? I didn’t mind it at all this time because I liked both. But like, what if an Alpha or King wanted a faggot to vote for something that they didn’t really agree with? Like voting for someone like Trump? Like I would not serve an Alpha that would have me do it, like I know that would be definitely be the same answer you would give. But I was woundering do they have the right and power to do it is all?
Thanks,
#5 Ethan
(Also, King read this and said it was ok, even though I thought he would be offended, he wasn’t.)
This is one of those questions that has always bothered me. Why would an Alpha need to take away his faggot’s vote? Voting is a very personal privilege and right of every citizen, and forcing a faggot to vote a certain way dehumanizes the fag in an uncomfortable way.
I think this would be one of the rare instances when I would vote my conscience and then lie to my Master.
I’m glad to hear that King Karter votes his conscience and has the intelligence and social morality to vote for the Democrats this round. The Republicans are trying to turn America into a criminal Christo-fascist dictatorship, and they must be removed and prosecuted. I’m glad to hear King Karter is the right kind of God Alpha!
The following post is part of a thread following the life and teachings of a 30-year-old God Alpha named Master Maurice as he takes ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a painfully long time since I’ve heard from Master Maurice, one of the truly impressive and inspirational God Alphas ever featured on this site. You might remember that Master Maurice claimed a young, disabled faggot named Édouard in the most touching way imaginable. Whereas most Alphas would’ve refused to even consider a fag in a wheelchair, Master Maurice saw only possibilities of growth, training, and deep, resounding pleasure.
I will forever sing his praises for being the greatest kind of Protector Alpha!
But here’s the rub: most Alphas need more than one person (female or faggot) to really satisfy their needs. Very often, they need A LOT more than one. They simply don’t feel complete in monogamous relationships.
I get that, but I’m a seasoned faggot with few complications. Édouard, on the other hand, is a new faggot, and one bound to a wheelchair that causes a host of insecurities. Still, none of that has deterred Master Maurice from thoroughly owning, using, and even loving Édouard!
But what happens when a God Alpha’s sex drive and need to breed other faggots comes bubbling up once again? Well, that’s what Master Maurice is experiencing right now:
Hello Sam, this is Master Maurice from Switzerland. Long time no see. How are you?
I have been breeding Édouard at least twice a week and thing are going well here. He is my official boyfriend now, so I introduced him to friends and family, and everybody reacted well. I don’t remember if I told you about Jean, the sexy nurse I hired to check on Édouard once a week. We have a very solid affair right now, but Édouard doesn’t know yet. I would have put them together before if I were in regular conditions, but I know very well my boy and he will feel really insecure if he finds out that I am breeding another fag with no disabilities. I told Jean not to say anything and he has no reason to do so because he would lose an Alpha cock and a good job.
I fucked and bred Édouard this morning, then I took them to my bathroom and bathed him, including washing his hole with my hands. We are in a great moment of our relationship and I don’t want to hurt his feelings. I do love him and I love his tight hole, but it’s been difficult to show him that fucking Jean is not cheating on him, it’s just a little bit of variety lol
I am 31, I am not a teenager anymore, so I don’t wanna act like an asshole. What do you think, Sam? I currently have three options: 1) Should I stop seeing Jean and just accept the castration of monogamy? 2) Should I keep fucking Jean and never tell Édouard 3) Should I tell Édouard that this is my condition and there is nothing he can do to stop me from breeding his lovely nurse?
This is quite the conundrum, but it’s also quite common among Alphas with multiple faggots. Honestly, it really becomes a test of the type of Man an Alpha is … is he one who uses what he wants in secret and deceit, or one who is honest and forthright in what he does?
Let’s tackle Master Maurice’s situation through the process of elimination.
Of the three choices, #1 is completely unacceptable and must be discarded. First of all, monogamy runs counter to Master Maurice’s natural instinct and programming. It would effectively put Master Maurice in a form of chastity. Master Maurice should never need to go without fulfilling his own purpose simply because he chose to own a faggot, disabled or not.
#2 is probably what many Alphas would choose (and often do, especially the straight, married ones). However, this course implies that Master Maurice is doing something wrong or shameful, and he is absolutely NOT doing that. He is simply following the natural order and fulfilling his purpose. Also, behaving this way shows a level of disrespect toward the owned faggot that is not warranted or earned. I see Master Maurice as a beacon of honesty and truth, so I’d personally eliminate this “choice” as well.
So that leaves only #3 as the true choice.
Now “true” isn’t the same as “easy”. This will be a difficult conversation given the layers of emotional issues here. But it CAN be done. Master Lorenzo had to have a similar conversation with his dearest faggot Giovanni when he took ownership of a transsexual named Mario and made him a boyfriend. Giovanni was hurt, of course, but Master Lorenzo gently explained that nothing will ever take Giovanni’s place at his feet. Eventually they got to a place where they could even serve Master Lorenzo together! I’ve featured multiple examples of Masters having these types of firm-but-loving conversations with their faggots.
I have nothing but the utmost confidence in Master Maurice. Everything about him exudes warmth, caring, tenderness, and compassion. He’s a King in the vein of many spiritual leaders, lifting the broken so they might stand emotionally if not physically.
I know he will make the right decision, and I know my sweet brother Édouard will understand. We faggots are not meant to keep our Masters to ourselves forever. In fact, when we let them go off to rape and pillage, we endear ourselves to them even more when they return to see us humbly offering ourselves in service. It’s one of the great secrets of successful faghood, and I hope Édouard learns that through this difficult training!
I love my Master Maurice, and I count it a great privilege to be able to even offer my opinion to a God Alpha like him!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a young Mexican Alpha named Master Jose. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Master Lorenzo kicked off a firestorm on this site over the last month when he stated that he wanted to give Master Jose a facial on his next visit to Master Lorenzo’s home in Brazil. An incredible number of Alphas responded to this post, all with varying opinions. The most valuable to me were those opinions that contradicted my initial response, because it helped me develop a more lenient, less dogmatic stance on the issue.
I’m just very protective of both Masters, and my emotions run hot when I feel there is an imminent threat to them.
Now as Master Jose travels to Brazil, he wrote me this thoughtful note:
Hey Sam, this is Jose from Mexico. I am boarding to Brazil in a few minutes to spend a week with Lorenzo, Gio, Rafael, and Mario. As always, I am really excited to see my good friend and brother, but I can’t stop thinking about his desire to give me a facial. But I do want to highlight what a wonderful Man and Alpha God he is. Yesterday we were making the last plans for my arrival and I asked him again about the facial and he said “brother, you are an Alpha, you do whatever you want, it’s your body, your face. I would never get upset or like you less because of that. Everything is up to you” Well, I knew that he would respect me no matter what. But the problem is that deep down in my heart I haven’t made up my mind yet, Sam…
I think you’ll lose all the respect you have for me after saying this, but I must me honest and say that I am seriously considering to accept my brother’s seed on my face. I know how happy he would be and how powerful he would feel. And I do think he deserves that after everything he has done for me. I always fuck Gio and Rafa when I am there, but yesterday I asked him about Mario, since I have never fucked a pussy. He told me that Mario’s ass is his territory because it took him a long time to conquer Mario’s second hole, but he said that if I can convince Mario to take my cock in his pussy, he might allow me to fuck and breed his trans boyfriend.
I haven’t cum since Tuesday so my balls are heavy and I am desperate to unload them. I hope Gio and Rafa are ready for a rough fuck. Lorenzo told me to keep a plug in my ass for hours before I came to the airport, which might sound pathetic, but I am proud to prepare my hole to my Alpha brother. I have never bottomed to another Man and I don’t intend to, but Lorenzo has shown me that being bred by him only gives me benefits.
That’s it, Sam. Let’s see how it goes… these past few months have been intense for me to understand hierarchy and my place in it.
I’m excited for this trip! I think Master Jose has just the right attitude for it, dominant-yet-humble and eager to learn more about hierarchy and himself!
It should also be really nice for Master Jose to discover female pussy! I wonder what he’ll think about that? I know I didn’t like it, but I’m a faggot!
I can’t wait to hear an update from my beloved Master Jose! Safe travels, Master!
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!
I’ve long maintained that “owning” faggots online or the ones found on apps is EASY, and isn’t necessarily evidence of Alpha power. Any good-looking Man can do that.
But when a Man can spot faggots in his everyday life, walk up, and then claim them … that’s TRUE Alpha power at work. That’s the kind of confidence that almost certainly defines Alpha power!
Master Anthony is the very definition of that kind of Alpha.
Recently we learned about how Master Anthony seduced and submitted a teacher at his school. He saw his teacher, Daniel, through the insight of his hierarchical “third eye”, saw every nervous twitch and bead of sweat, and perceived the true nature of his teacher – he was a faggot in need of a Master. And now Master Anthony owns Daniel, an older male that society considers “superior” to Master Anthony.
Can you see how fucked-up society is when it comes to hierarchy? People try to conform to society’s lie rather than accept the pure truth of hierarchy that actually governs our lives.
Fortunately we have God Alphas like Master Anthony taking action to claim and train lost faggots!
Master Anthony sent me a latest story of conquest that really highlights why he’s one of the greatest God Alphas on the planet!
Hey faggot I have a quick story for you! A few days ago, I was at the pool doing some lap swimming. When I was out of the water, I noticed a guy, the twink type, who couldn’t stop gawking at me.
Amused, I finally went over to him, said, “Hey,” and gestured for him to follow me. He obediently followed me all the way to the showers, where no one else was. I turned around, crossed my arms, looked scornfully at him, and said, “On your knees.” He knelt down. “Kiss my feet.” He bent down and kissed my feet.
He looked up at me with wide-eyed astonishment. I said to him, “From now on, you’re my slave. Understood?” He nodded frantically. “Good boy. Come on, you’re going to give me your number.”
I gave Fabien a few days off to visit some relatives. So today, I called the pool boy and told him to come over to my flat ASAP. He cleaned the place, did the dishes and the laundry, the ironing and cooked dinner while I played video games, studied, or talked on the phone with my friends. At the end of the day, before dismissing him, I fucked his throat. He left filled with my cum.
I don’t even know his name, but I don’t care. He’s just another fag at my disposal to fill in the gaps or spice things up whenever I feel like it.
Oh, and by the way, things are going really well with Daniel. I put a silver necklace with my name on it around his neck too, to mark him as my dog. He has to wear it all the time, even during class, but I let him keep it under his clothes in public. I can tell he gets nervous when he’s teaching and I smile or wink at him. He’s so cute.
Now, a bunch of us from the class, that is, my homies and a few of our lackeys, know that he’s a little slut for the students who are real men. But I promised him we wouldn’t do anything to hurt his career, as long as he’s a good boy. I am a merciful God to my slaves; I want them to be the best they can be.
Damn, I’m such a great man. I love myself, I love my life. The world is mine to command.
Bye, fag!
Can you see the effortlessness in Master Anthony’s actions? His claiming of females and faggots is like a golden King strolling through his orchard, picking whatever ripe fruit he chooses and sinking his teeth into its juicy flesh!
This nameless faggot’s life was forever changed when Master Anthony spotted it and introduced it to its true purpose: as his faggot, his property!
And I guess that’s what I really want to emphasize here: God Alphas like Master Anthony take these faggots because they want service and worship, but what they’re really doing is the cultivating and harvesting of the fields of hierarchy! I’m sure Master Anthony hasn’t really thought about his actions in those terms, but what powerful Alphas like him are doing is giving faggots direction and purpose! It’s extremely important!
I also really loved that Master Anthony also collared Daniel the teacher with the same collar he gave to Fabien! You might recall what that looked like:
Could you imagine being the fortunate faggot blessed to wear such an ornament, bearing the name of an Alpha King like Master Anthony??
Meanwhile, I’ve been blessed to praise this young God Alpha, one of the true treasures of this site and a light to all faggots everywhere! He’s definitive proof that Men are NOT created equal!
Just as Nature intended!
Thank you, Master Anthony, for your wisdom, insight, and power!
Hey Sam, I really want your opinion about something
I’m a bisexual Alpha, I spent 18 years in a wonderful marriage with a lovely woman, we had 2 children who I love We got a divorce a few years ago, but everything eas very peaceful and we are still friends. She has a new boyfriend who treats my childre very well and I have nothing to complain about it.
I have a new boyfriend, a sweet and submissive 19-year-old faggot who loves calling me his Daddy. I introduced him to my children and, although it was a little awkward at first, they get along really well.
As you can see, everything seems to be great in my life, except for one detail: my fag boyfriend is the hungriest cocksucker slut you can imagine. I am 42, he is 19, so I get it, we have different levels of libido. But this has become an actual problem for our relationship. He is at college, I am a lawyer with a really stressful routine. While I deal with dozens of demanding clients everyday, he only needs to worry about looking sexy, going to the gym, and getting good grades. And so, sometimes I am too tired or stressed to fuck him, and he doesn’t accept it easily.
To be more clear: I would be happy fucking him every other day, maybe twice or three times a week. But he wants cum in his mouth every morning and hard cock in his ass every night. It’s simply impossible for me and I don’t intend to take pills just to get hard for him every night.
My wife and I used to have sex once a week. It’s been impossible to follow his pace and please him. Last night, when I told I wouldn’t fuck him, he got mad and said that if I keep refusing to fuck him he will need to “find a random jock at college and ride his cock”. It really hurt my feelings and he ended up apologizing, but I can’t stop thinking about it now.
I already fuck him good at least twice a week and I know I have a nice body and a good cock. I can make him moan very loud when I am banging him doggy or missionary, so it’s not like I refuse to fuck him, I just can’t keep up to his pace.
For two decades I felt like a King fucking my wife, protecting her, providing for her and my children. But now tis whole situation is affecting my masculinity a lot. It’s not easy to take a faggot as a boyfriend after 20 years in heterosexual relationships, but I do love him and want to have a good life by his side. I thought about opening our relationship and letting other younger guys fuck him, but I really don’t like the idea of other Men touching my boy.
I know very little about gay relationships or hierarchy, it’s a whole new world for me. Am I a pathetic Man for having this issue? I’d really appreciate your opinion.
Thank you,
Jacob
Sir, thank you very much for writing to me!
Welcome to the wonderful world of faggot ownership! It’s much different from any other type of relationship you might have had before, Sir, but I think you will find that it will satisfy certain primal needs almost all Alphas like you have.
One huge problem I see most straight Alphas encounter is the issue of reciprocity/equality with a faggot. Straight Alphas are conditioned by females and society to believe that inferiors (females or faggots) are on an equal footing with a Man. But THEY ARE NOT EQUAL. A Man (especially an Alpha) is superior, and is born to lead and be served/pleased/obeyed.
This is especially true with faggots. A faggot cannot be allowed to throw hissy fits or toss out insulting threats (like yours did), because once it gets away with that behavior it loses respect for the Alpha. That is catastrophic, because then the faggot mistakenly believes it has power over its Alpha, and the entire hierarchical foundation crumbles.
As a straight Alpha, you’re likely familiar with the term “pussy whipped”. Men invented that bullying term to mock Men who are led around (through emotional manipulation) by their females. No true Alpha should ever be pussy whipped, because pussy is always available to them. They don’t need to compromise their core being as an Alpha just to be pleased by one female.
Now replace the female in that scenario with a FAGGOT. There’s no way an Alpha should ever take orders from a faggot or spend his time worrying about the pleasure/needs of a faggot.
A faggot is a possession of an Alpha, not a partner, Sir. It’s not a boyfriend, it’s a faggot.
A large part of the issue here is you chose a much younger faggot. Young fags need to be trained, and it doesn’t seem like you have the time or stomach to train it. Young fags need to understand that their pussies aren’t magic, they don’t shit Skittles, and theirs isn’t the only fuckable asshole on the planet.
How can the tables be turned on your faggot? I strongly suggest putting a chastity cage on it, Sir. Make it into a ceremony if you’d like. But one thing must be emphasized: your faggot will start learning the power of DENIAL. It needs to learn that it exists for YOUR pleasure, not the other way around.
If it refuses this, then it needs to be dismissed.
Your faggot should be kneeling and kissing your feet when you return home. It should be doing domestic service, including cooking, etc. (I’m guessing it’s not currently doing these things). It needs to find fulfillment in SERVICE, since that is how true faggots are truly fulfilled.
Again, if it refuses, it needs to be dismissed.
If you dismiss the fag, seek an older replacement (in their 30s) who more deeply embraces its purpose. You could take ownership of a couple of fags, with a younger one to satisfy your Alpha “sweet tooth”.
You didn’t start using faggots because you wanted to replace your wife with a male version of your wife, Sir. You started owning faggots because you know you were born a King, and you wanted your life to reflect that. Until now, you’ve allowed this faggot to act like a wife.
But you’re a lawyer, Sir … so start laying down the law! Reclaim your rightful place at the top of hierarchy, and enjoy the fruits of Alphahood as nature intended for you!
Thank you again for writing, Sir! Please keep in touch!
This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The firestorm I inadvertently ignited when I responded to Master Jose’s frustrated question about Master Lorenzo’s desire to give him a facial (CLICK HERE for that) resulted in quite a few opinions from very powerful Alphas, superior Men I deeply admire.
But nobody will ever be closer to my heart than Master Lorenzo and his beautiful faggot Giovanni.
I’ve been so blessed to even know a God Alpha so undeniably powerful that it almost seems like time and space bend around his will. He has changed lives, rescuing people from uncertain futures and giving them purpose in his long, protective shadow. There’s simply nobody like him.
I reacted to Master Jose’s letter to me in such a pointed fashion because I became protective of Master Jose, who sounded hurt and confused over Master Lorenzo’s suggestion. I had put my heart into helping Master Jose embrace his very real Alphahood, so I thought Master Lorenzo was threatening that.
I’m still unnerved by the conversation, but I must admit that Master Lorenzo’s beloved faggot Giovanni’s impassioned plea in defense of his Master really broke my heart. Here’s what he wrote:
omg brother Sam!!! I spent a few days serving Lorenzo and not checking the website here and out of a sudden everybody is talking about his desire to cum on Jose’s face!! Even a podcast episode about that! omg, I wasn’t expecting this
You know how much I love you, brother Sam!! But what happened with you this time to talk these things about our King?? 🙁
The way you are talking about it sounds like Lorenzo is forcing something and he would never do that, brother Sam!!! He is such a perfect King, he just said that he wants to give Jose a facial and that’s true, but even in Jose’s message he said that it was not forced!! Lorenzo just wanted to see his reaction and, to be honest, I don’t see any problems on just saying this on the phone. Jose has seen all the reactions about this whole thing here but I talked to him this morning and he hasn’t made his mind yet. So let’s see… at the end of the day, it’s a decision between two powerful and gorgeous Alphas. But please my beloved brother, do not thing that Lorenzo would force anything into anyone. He loves me, Rafa, Mario, and his brother Jose!! And we are veeeery happy together!
When Jose was still trying to understand if he was an Alpha or not, my King Lorenzo let him fuck me and Rafael! He bred us many times and literally learned how to fuck on my pussy!! Thanks to Lorenzo! So do you really think that Lorenzo doesn’t want to get closer to his wonderful brother? I don’t know what happens in the mind of a God Alpha, but I trust Lorenzo my life and I am sure that he just wants to see Jose happy. Maybe Jose gave you the wrong impression but I think you are much more offended than him, brother Sam! Jose is just in doubt and trying to decide what to do.
I really hope that your reaction doesn’t mean that you don’t like us anymore 🙁 I really love you and I love all these years that we have been together here, brother <3 <3 <3 <3 and all of us like you!! Including Master Lorenzo!! I don’t know if he’s mad at you, we haven’t talked about that yet, but I will tell you what happened once Jose decides.
Let me say up front: NOTHING will EVER change my feelings for either Master Lorenzo or Giovanni. EVER EVER EVER. They are as dear to me as my own heartbeat. Cutting them out of my life would be like carving off an arm or gouging out an eye. They both have my undying love, respect, and admiration.
I think that’s why I reacted so badly to Master Jose’s plea. I felt let down by what I considered to be selfishness and poor judgement by Master Lorenzo against an Alpha brother. Master Jose sounded so alarmed and hurt that I couldn’t stop myself from being horrified.
But Giovanni points to the correct path: Trust in Master Lorenzo and submission to his unquestioned leadership is supposed to be my place and the example I leave here.
So I failed that.
I’m so sorry if I hurt my beloved Master Lorenzo, or frightened my dear little Giovanni. It was wrong to overreact, and wrong to allow my feelings to to overwhelm my good sense.
I thank my brother Giovanni for teaching me a lesson with love and defending his Master in such admirable style. Yes, mentor faggots can still learn even after decades of service, but only if they have humility!
Hey brother, I wanna start by saying that I love and admire your work. Thus, I hope you don’t mind me respectfully disagreeing with you for the first time.
I am a 40-year-old faggot and have been following your work for years. I am in love with the powerful young Alphas whose stories I can learn about thanks to you. That being said, did you seriously use words like “unacceptable” and “disappointing” to describe the glorious and powerful King Lorenzo? He saved the life of a fag and his mother, he takes care of two boys and one trans boyfriend, he is a successful Man and a powerful big dick Alpha, he mentored his brother Jose and made him embrace his Alphahood… but now you are disappointed because he wants to cum on his brother’s face? We both know that our opinions and thoughts don’t actually change the life of a King like him, but I truly think that most fags on Earth would not react as you did. Again, I profoundly respect you and your work here, but don’t you think you are overreacting a little bit this time? To me, it seems to me just two Alphas in a healthy and very natural competition of Alphahood since they both know that Lorenzo has the big dick (literally and figuratively).
And it also makes me think about the effect of cum: I understand your point about the humiliation of taking a facial. But Jose has been bred several times before. Is it really that worse to take his brother’s cum on his face?
Since the young and wonderful Master Jose felt comfortable to share this issue with you, I would like to say something about it to.
I love you, my brother Sam! And I love your work! Please don’t get me wrong, ok? I am disagreeing with you here out of the deep respect I have for you.
I can definitely understand why you might feel that way. After all, I’m a faggot, and technically don’t have much of a right to criticize Master Lorenzo.
On the other hand, I’m sort of in a peculiar position in that I’m a mentor faggot who has advised both Master Lorenzo and Master Jose. In fact, they met through he (and this site), and my advice was instrumental in Master Jose’s embracing his Alphahood. So this situation is very personal to me.
I think I see this situation the way a lot of people do.
Master Lorenzo breeding Master Jose is NOT a humiliation for Master Jose. It was a sharing of power and intimacy. As Master Jose said, he felt incredibly powerful after being bred by his superior. This effect between Alphas has been confirmed multiple times on this site when Master Chad bred Master Cal and others. I can’t explain the phenomenon entirely since I’m a fag, but something quite powerful occurs hierarchically when a superior Alpha breeds an inferior Alpha.
But there is no way to see having an Alpha cum on another Alpha’s face as anything except humiliation. Alphas cum on our faces to humiliate us, don’t they? How could it be anything except humiliating for an Alpha to receive a facial? In fact, it would be VASTLY MORE HUMILIATING for an Alpha to receive a facial!
I think the most important piece of evidence to support my position is Master Jose’s gut reaction to that idea. He’s humiliated by even the suggestion from an Alpha he deeply admires! That ALONE should be the reason why Master Lorenzo should never do such a thing. Master Lorenzo has helped Master Jose become the very real Alpha he is today. Why would he want to cum on Master Jose’s face, humiliate him, and destroy Master Jose’s confidence that way??
So I do hear what you’re saying, but I’m still firmly against this and I’m still profoundly disappointed in Master Lorenzo’s selfish insistence on such a course without even considering his brother’s very real feelings.
I care about both of these powerful and superior Men. I’m trying to shepherd them from my vantage point as a faggot devoted to both of them and their respective Kingdoms (of which I’ve been blessed to be a part). Despite being a faggot, I cannot stand idly by while one of my Masters ruins the confidence of another.
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When you’re a young, straight, hyper-intelligent God Alpha who looks exactly like Tom Holland of Spider-Man fame, life becomes ridiculously easy. Just ask Master Anthony, because he is exactly everything I just described. Money flows to him like tribute. Females flock to him just to smell his pheromones and offer him every hole on their bodies. Males jockey with each other just to gain his favor and approval.
Master Anthony knew all of that before the day he truly understood that nature also made faggots to serve him like the God Alpha he is. Then the seemingly-endless possibilities of his superior life became impossibly infinite. He realized, in an instant, that literally everything belonged to him.
With that realization came the deep understanding that he could take anyone he wanted at any time, shape them into whatever he desired, and completely own them. That’s a tectonic shift in a young Alpha’s thinking, one that few males will ever know. Only him.
To that end, you might remember the most recent update from Master Anthony involving his seduction of his college teacher Daniel (CLICK HERE for that). I knew that wouldn’t be the end of it, of course, but what eventually transpired went far beyond what I imagined.
Here’s Master Anthony’s update:
I’m sure you’d like to know how things went with Daniel lately, eh faggot? 😉 That’s a good moment, for there has been a huge development today! 😀
On Monday last week, Daniel arrived late to class when we were all there. Throughout the lesson, I could see that he was a little nervous and was carefully avoiding looking at me. Well, he couldn’t help but glance at my feet in white socks resting on the chair in front of me! But I could tell he was still embarrassed about the last time when I made him lace up my boots in the street. At the end of class, he quickly packed up his things and left right away, before I could go and say a word to him.
The prey was trying to escape me. So I sent an email to lure him back. I decided to invite him to my place: my instinct told me that he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to be alone with me at home! I wrote him:
“Hey Daniel,
Well done on today’s class, once again it was very interesting! I would have loved to speak with you in more depth about this week’s text and the rest of the syllabus. But you left very quickly. I hope everything is okay? If you have a problem, let me know!
Are you free in the next few days, like this Thursday evening? I’d like to invite you over to my place to chat! I live not far from the uni! My roommate is coming home late that day, so we’ll have the place to ourselves. Let me know!
Keep the good work!
Your favorite and best student
Anthony Dolivet”
He answered the next morning.
“Mr Dolivet,
Thank you very much for your kind comments and your concern. I’m fine, sorry for leaving so quickly, i was just in a hurry!
And thank you for the invite! I’d be glad to visit my best student this Thursday evening. Just let me know exactly where and when you’d like me to come and I’ll be there.
Respectfully,
Daniel”
I smiled when I read this. I guessed that he must have spent the evening and night worrying and wondering what to do, but his servile instinct and desire to please me won out! And two days later, he rang my doorbell right on time, just as I had told him to!
I opened the door, sweaty in my black tank top, because I had been doing some working out. I immediately noticed his flustered state, the look of wonder that flashed across his eyes. I scratched my neck and saw his gaze drawn to my hairy, sweaty armpit.
“You’re here just in time! I need to rest! Let’s hang out and relax! Hey, I’m not stinking too bad, am I?” I moved my armpit closer to him, but he didn’t move and stammered, “No, no, it’s okay.” I giggled and went to slump down in my cozy armchair. I said, “Do you want anything? I’d like a beer and a foot massage! There are beers in the fridge,” and I gestured toward the kitchen. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do, then understood the implicit order. He rushed into the kitchen, came back with a bottle of beer, which he respectfully handed to me, and sat down on the sofa opposite me, where I had indicated.
We started chatting, first about classes, then I asked him about his life and background. He didn’t seem to have realized yet that he had implicitly agreed to massage my feet by going to fetch me a beer, because he didn’t react immediately when I placed my left foot, in a white sock, on his lap. But all it took was a snap of my fingers and a nod from me for him to start rubbing it absentmindedly while continuing to talk. We went on like this for quite a while, and when I switched feet, he resumed massaging the other one without hesitation!
Later, Fabien came back to the apartment. I sat up and said, “It’s already so late! Fabien, say hello to Daniel. Daniel, this is my roommate Fabien.” Daniel jumped up, grabbed his things, and mumbled, “I have to go, I’m expected elsewhere…” I replied, “Are you sure? No problem! It was great having you here! See you soon, OK?” He left a little hastily.
Flashforward to today. I couldn’t wait to see Daniel again and to increase my dominance. I was thinking of what I should do next. During class, I found him very unsettled, but he didn’t avoid my gaze; quite the contrary, he often glanced at me, looking a little anxious. At the end of class, he came up to me while I was gathering my things. “Mr. Dolivet, can I talk to you, er … in private?” “Of course, Dan!”
I followed him as he led me to his small office. Very nervous, he closed the door after checking that no one was around. We were face to face and alone. He was clearly very nervous. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze evasive and his hands shaking. I smiled at him and nodded encouragingly. Then he knelt down. Looking me in the eyes, he said, “Thank you, Master, for opening my eyes to my place and my destiny. You are a Superior Man, and I owe you respect, obedience, and loyalty. I ask your forgiveness for taking so long to understand this, and I am yours to command for whatever you wish.”
I was BEAMING! I said “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I glanced down at my feet. He muttered, “Sorry” and rushed to kiss the tips of each of my boots. “Such a good boy!” I grinned and I said “I knew I would break you. You were fun to chase, you will be fun to dominate. What finally made you see the truth?”
“I get in touch with with your roomate, Master, er … your house slave Fabien. He helped me to understand.” I shook my head, delighted. “Of course. My dear Fab. I was sure of it. Such a good boy. I see a lot of him in you. You’re going to be a great slave.” So I took out my cock and fucked his throat, deep and hard. He had a tough time, choking once or twice. I left him with his face and hair covered in cum, saying, “I’ve got to go! See you next time, slave! Keep ready to obey!”
This is gonna be so fun! 😀 I love to be a GOD! When my good boy Fabien comes home tonight, I’ll have him tell me what he did with Daniel, I’d love to know!
What a masterpiece of mental and physical domination! For instance, notice how Master Anthony calls his teacher “Daniel” while the teacher calls him “Mr. Dolivet”. That is very subtle signaling that only the subconscious might recognize. I also love how Master Anthony allows faggots to come to the inevitable conclusion that they are born to serve. He allows them time to accept the inevitability of their fate as his eventual property. He’s like a lion leisurely stalking an elk, knowing that eventually he’s going to feast!
However, as Master Anthony suggests at the end of his letter, his personal faggot Fabien had something to do with Daniel’s sudden acceptance of his faghood (unsurprising, really!).
So a day later I received this giddy update from my brother Fabien. Just listen to his behind-the-scenes shenanigans:
My dear beloved brother !
My Master Anthony wants me to explain to you (and him) how it went between me and his newest slave Daniel. When Daniel was home last Thursday, he left when I arrived to the flat. But when I opened the door for him, while Anthony was checking some stuff in his room, Daniel whispered something to me. Looking quite nervous, he asked me how long I had been Anthony’s roommate. I told him a year and a half, and he asked if he could contact me to talk. I said yes, of course, gave him my number, and he left in a hurry. Last Saturday, at Daniel’s invitation I went to see him at his own apartment, which is not very far from where we live (I mean, from Anthony’s place, where I live). Anthony was spending the week-end with his bros and I had some time.
Of course by then I knew what was going on. My Master had given me a few glimpses of what was happening with his teacher, and I read your wonderful article on the subject. I had a pretty good idea what Daniel wanted to talk to me about. He thanked me for giving him my time, told me he had noticed that I was about his age (actually even a little older) and that he would like to talk about his young student, with whom I was living, to get to know him better if possible, because certain things were troubling him.
As you can guess, I gave him a straight answer. “What you must understand is that Anthony is not my roommate. He is my Master and I am his slave. Because he’s a superior Alpha Man and I’m an inferior male who’s destined to serve and worship him. And I think you are, too. And I think you know it.”
Not surprisingly, he was flabbergasted by my frankness. He stammered some protests and I tried to calm him down. I placed my hand on his and explained to him the truth of Hierarchy as best as I could. I told him that everything he had been feeling and doing for weeks, his burning desire to obey Anthony and please him, was revealing his true nature as a slave. I pointed out to him that he was already debasing himself and bending over backwards just to be in Anthony’s good graces. And I went on. “Listen, I know it’s hard to accept your inferiority. You and I, we are both smart and brave and talented. And at some point, we certainly dreamed of another life. But we have to accept who we are: we are natural-born slaves. Our destiny is to grovel and worship and obey our betters. To serve a Man like Anthony. And believe me, we are lucky to have find a superior like him!”
He was still shocked and very nervous. I could see him looking around, even shaking. But I remained as calm and firm as I could. “Some Men are just better. That is an obvious fact. Anthony is one of them. These Alpha Men will get everything they want in life, they will get all the success, wealth, glory, fun and sex. You and I, we are programmed by nature to serve them. To make sure they enjoy their life at the fullest. We must be at their beck and call. That is your destiny, whether you want it or not. You can either embrace who you are and be as happy as possible, or deny yourself any chance of fulfillment..”
He was starting to cry. I carried on with what I was saying. “I want you to think about your life ahead of you. You will never marry, you will never father a child, you will never lead. But you will teach young adults and, among them, young Alpha Men and you will help them reach their greatest potential. And if you’re lucky, some of them will command you other services and you’ll have opportunities to worship them. Right now, Anthony wants you to serve him. And that’s a blessing! You have the opportunity and the privilege to be a part of the life of a wonderful young God Alpha Master!
Daniel was still shaking and crying. He muttered “Are you really sure?” I told him: “Repeat after me, OK? I am a slave.” He said it. “I exist to serve Superior Men.” He said it. “Good. Once again. Go on.” After the tenth time, he spoke with a strong and confident voice, despite his trembling and tears. “I AM A SLAVE. I EXIST TO SERVE SUPERIOR MEN.” Then I gave him a big hug. “From now on, you are my brother. You can always count on me. We inferiors must stick together to survive in this world run by Alphas. We must support each other to please them if we want to survive at their feet!”
Daniel muttered: “What must I do, now?” I explained to him what he should do next time he sees Anthony. I told him he should submit to his Master, kneel down, kiss his feet, then thank him for opening his eyes and apologize for not submitting sooner. “I can’t do that” he said weakly. “Yes you can. I’m sure you can, brother. Be brave!”
I could see he was still struggling with the idea. I put my hand on his shoulder and said to him: “My brother, search your heart and seek the truth. You know you want to submit to Anthony. You want it with all your slave soul. Do it, and I promise you will be fulfilled.”
You can only imagine how happy I was this Monday, when Daniel texted me to inform me of what happened in his office with my Master. I replied to him with this message: “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! Welcome at Anthony’s feet! Love you, brother! Let’ stay in touch and serve our Master to the best! I’m here for you if you need any help, OK?” Next thing, I’m gonna introduce him to the slave Charter I wrote. And see with him and other faggots of the Alpha Pack how to make Anthony’s life always better and better!
My Master Anthony, since you are reading this : THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING THE AMAZING GOD YOU ARE! THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY INFERIOR SLAVE HEART! I AM YOURS FOREVER! I ADORE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS!
And thank YOU my brother for your constant help and support!
Lots of love,
Fab the fag
I’m not even sure which is more extraordinary, Master Anthony’s command of Daniel or Fabien’s magnificent, on-the-spot training of Daniel!
Fabien’s logical reasoning of hierarchical truth forced Daniel to confront his own purpose with a clarity that rivals the greatest “mentor faggots” within the faggot hierarchy!
In fact, that’s what I really want to emphasize here: Fabien is now, in my eyes, a true mentor faggot! It’s the highest honor any faggot can hope to achieve, but Fabien has earned it through his faithfulness, his honesty, his willingness to share, and his enthusiasm in helping other faggots who are struggling or out of line. He teaches others in word and deed. He gives of himself to the point of exhaustion.
I’m so utterly proud of both Master Anthony and his treasured faggot, Fabien! They are the quintessential example of how the Alpha/faggot dynamic is meant to work. I feel so blessed to know them both and share their extraordinary story with the world!
