Hierarchy 311 – Proper Fag Mentality
A proper faqqot mentality is developed before it’s needed!
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The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When Felipe first contacted me last year, I was excited for him find a straight Alpha to serve. This straight Alpha, a husband named Vinicius, seemed like he loved owning a faggot and was developing Felipe nicely. I was pretty astounded how insightful Master Vinicius seemed to be with his training of Felipe.
Then I got to talk to Master Vinicius personally, and my respect went off the charts.
In speaking with him, it was clear that Master Vinicius had great natural insights into the basic nature of hierarchy and the truth of faggots. It almost seemed impossible that a straight Alpha would understand and accept the worship and service of a faggot, let alone understand how to train an inexperienced fag like Felipe. It was a wonderful surprise!
It’s been a little while since I last heard from Master Vinicius, and there have been some major changes since then!
Hey, it’s master Vinicius here. How’s my adorable fag been doing lately? Long time no see… Lots to catch up to.
I’ve been very busy lately… I had a vasectomy and spent some time training my wife into becoming more submissive to me. So far it’s been working great!
I haven’t used Felipe sexually anymore. But I hear he’s been a very good boy to Flavio, though his older son (a 20 yo guy) didn’t care too much about Felipe because of his figure. But Flavio told me all about it and asked me if I could get him into a better shape… And I think it’s fair, specially for my former friend’s health, you know? Now he’s paying me to train him and, gotta say… The fag is improving by the day. I’m very proud of him. Don’t know if the two of you have been talking lately.
As you might imagine, I was instantly concerned both about the welfare of my baby brother Felipe going to another straight Master (and his son??) AND the state of Master Vinicius’s balls after having a vasectomy (I’m as much of a cum-hungry faggot as the rest of you!). So I followed up on both of these things, and Mastere Vinicius kindly replied:
Let me answer you point by point.
No, the vasectomy doesn’t affect my cum. The juice is still the same only without my little boys swimming on it lol. When I had my kid I decided I didn’t wanna have another child. I didn’t have it done right away for the same concern you had, but once I learned it doesn’t change a thing, I decided it was the best thing to do. My wife suffers a lot with the pills and stuff. It’s a hormonal bomb that gets her moody and stressed… As a matter of fact she’s becoming more and more submissive since she stopped taking them. So it’s a win-win for me.
It’s weird you haven’t heard from Felipe. I’m having him reach out to you. By which means did you two used to talk? Was it email, Twitter…? Please, let me know.
The reason why I’m training Felipe if because I’m a personal trainer. Even if Flavio had told me he was gonna train him I wouldn’t let him do it… He knows nothing about physical training and I don’t want Felipe to get injured by a bad training routine. Plus, I’m having Felipe pay me for it, so it’s good for me anyway. And he’s not paying the same fee my other clients pay lol. Oh, and he’s not my former faggot. He’s still mine. He’s only being used by Flavio because I said it was ok for him to use his holes.
I don’t think I’m gonna use him sexually anytime soon. I mean… He took it like a champ, I told you all about it. But my wife is getting better and better. I feel more satisfied by being serviced by her in general (maybe because we live together and it’s like having someone ready to serve from the time I wake up to the time I go to sleep? Idk), but I won’t rule him out completely. If one day I feel like it, when my wife goes out of town on business for exemple… Why not? I know he’s there and won’t question. He’ll be more than happy, actually. I know all I have to do is snap my fingers. But I’ve been using him in other ways actually. All of my errands and mundane tasks are done by him and he’s a great boy in this regard!
As of master Flavio’s older son… I don’t know him very well. Flavio had him with a girlfriend in highschool before he met his wife, the boy lives with his mother and comes by occasionally. I think we’ve met like 2 or 3 times. But it looks like he might be an alpha. I really can’t tell. All I know is that he went on to fuck Felipe as recommended by his dad but came back complaining that Felipe is too fat and that it turns him off. I kinda get it. Though I don’t think it should matter. Maybe he’s too young to appreciate VERY GOOD service and is too much into looks. He’s 20 yo after all.
I’m so glad that Master Vinicius’s balls and semen output turned out okay! I know how much Alphas cherish their power to cum, and as a faggot I never want to see an Alpha lose any part of that!
It’s a very interesting situation for Felipe. He’s being trained and used by Master Flavio, but also being developed physically by Master Vinicius! Felipe is sure to succeed under the care and guidance of these two straight Brazilian Alphas!
Even more interesting is how Master Flavio offered his faggot for use by his 20-year-old Alpha son! Sadly, the son found Flavio unappealing in his current condition, but bodies can be quickly improved! This idea of Alpha fathers sharing their faggots with their Alpha sons is a common behavior I’ve covered multiple times here. I find it fascinating that Alpha fathers like to share faggots with their sons this way. I liken it to a lion teaching its offspring how to hunt. Felipe is very lucky to be used this way by these powerful Men!
Master Vinicius has continued to do the right thing with his good faggot, and I cherish him for it. Protector Alphas like him are rare, especially straight Alphas who don’t need to treat a faggot as worth any investment.
But Master Vinicius is gloriously different from the rest, and I’m grateful!
Collaring faggots isn’t something that comes up often here on the site. I remember covering straight Masters Nick and Matt when they collared their faggots back in the days of FWA. More recently, Master Anthony collared his special faggot Fabien with a pendant that read “Anthony” to clearly mark Fabien as his property. It’s simply not something that is done as often as you’d think.
Whenever a Master asks me about presenting a faggot with either a chastity cage or a collar, I always advise them to turn it into a ceremony. Make it a special, solemn moment between a Man and his faggot. These are, after all, the “wedding rings” of hierarchy. Masters Nick and Matt loved to make caging and collaring their faggots into a day-long event that led up to the moment when they were locked in place. I loved that so much, and so did their faggots!
The subject of collaring came up on the Hierarchy University Discord (JOIN NOW) recently, and one of the older Alphas on the server, a wise, no-nonsense Alpha named Master V, chimed in with some terrific information that I wanted to share.
To set it up, a faggot named @joshfaglondon asked: “Just wondering if anyone has had, or been to, a formalized collaring ceremony? As a worshipful faggot who dreams about being a full-time boy wife, I fantasize a lot about professing my love and loyalty, making lasting promises, and handing over my rights to Sir in front of a supportive congregation. Do these events really happen? Do any Alphas share this fantasy, or is it just wannabe fagbrides like me?”
Here’s what Master V said in response:
Yes, they happen. They are a semi-formal affair, considering the topic. It’s not really a wedding ceremony thing where you declare vows and some Entity standing between you now declares you connected. It’s more intimate, or inter-personal, where the dominant and the submissive acknowledge the collar and commitment between themselves in front of a couple witnesses.
There can also be the confusing situation where this same process is split in to two or three parts/stages and goes deeper into the formalities and protocols. (Think of “the old days” when you started with the courtship, then ask dad for permission followed by the engagement, and finally the wedding.)
To make it even more confusing the order they happen can be reversed.
Basically you have the ‘collaring’ ceremony, and a ‘signing’ ceremony. (Usually in that order. And if 3 staged, the middle one a mix of the two.)
The collar represents the bonding ring .. In the first, more common usage, it is the wedding ring. Once it’s on , you’re part and parcel with the owner’s household.
In the split format, you get the probationary collar. (Or household collar or temp…or whatever collar. [It comes with an adjective.]) Think of that like an engagement ring. And to make matters even more confusing, this might be the promissory ring if you live in separate towns for example. Until one moves to the other’s town, then it might work up to be an engagement.
Then there’s the signing ceremony — this is that indenture contract, the BDSM or Slave contract you hear about. This ceremony is the one with the more formal pomp and circumstance, for good reason. That document is the prenup, the wedding vows, the license and certificate all rolled into one. Treat it with that respect and be serious with the terms.
And for the collars themselves… Each ceremony may come with a new collar… or maybe the first is the one you’ll always wear….. with adjustments.
Ever noticed how some are small thin things with one ring, while others are heavy things with rings all around and usually come with some specialized locking mechanism? There’s your different levels of the collaring ceremony on full display.
** for some of you, you’re not going to be able to see your elders in the same light here…
That small thin, no rings collar used to be called a choker. A tight leather ribbon necklace. Back before the 70s that was free and unowned, but looking to settle down. In the late 60s it became a fashion statement, much like how the leather jacket went from something you earned to something you bought at Walmart.
Then you have the more sturdy, buckled collar – usually with a single D-ring on the front. There’s that promissory collar. Sometimes you’ll even here of a Notice of Intent being put out by the dominant, which is basically a formal notice to other dominants you’re looking at – or courting – this submissive, so hands off. (Just remember, it also lets those others know to report issues they may see or know of to him as well.)
This is followed by the more heavy leather collar versions, with an odd number of rings. Still buckled, but maybe able to take a paddle lock to show more permanence, to represent that engagement. If the dominant puts out a Letter of Intent here, it may come with terms for the submissive like a “starter” contract which would require the submissive to agree and sign. At this point, whether living in the dominant’s home or not, you are to be his and his alone.
And finally comes the signing ceremony. That pseudo-formal contract protocol. The wedding, where your collar stops being symbolic. The buckles might be removed and it riveted on. Or maybe the leather band is replaced for a solid metal one. Or the chain collar went from a small key lock, to a medium combo lock, to now welded closed.
I must admit there was a lot here I’d never heard expressed in such linear terms before, but much of it makes sense. These sequential steps Master V outlines here really highlights the layers of depth that exists in the Master/faggot dynamic!
I do wonder why Alphas have gotten away from collaring their faggots. Part of me thinks it has to do with the new freedom gays enjoy in the Western world, where many feel collaring faggots “dehumanizes” them.
But every faggot I’ve ever known who has been collared was deeply moved by the experience and cherish their collar. So the act and ceremony of collaring isn’t dehumanizing, but rather empowering. Wearing it honors both the faggot and its Owner. It’s something deserving of ceremony and celebration!
I thank Master V for describing these traditional collaring ceremonies, acts that deepen the commitment between Masters and their faggots and emphasize the purpose of each!
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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.
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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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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!
Thank you, Fabien! I love you!
sam the faggot
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!
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!
Yours,
sam the faggot
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!
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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!
Thank you, Master!
Yours Always,
sam the faggot
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!
Yours,
sam the faggot
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!
yours always,
sam the faggot
