The following post is part of a thread following the worship of a powerful straight Alpha named Andre by his woman, Angela, and a faggot named Alberto who serves them both. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Master Andre is even more intriguing as a figure primarily because I haven’t heard from him at all so far. That means I’m forced to understand him and his power through the descriptions of his actions from Angela, his faithful woman. I’m not complaining, though. I don’t need to talk to a tornado to understand its power, because I can see what it does and what effects it leaves in its wake.

Same with Master Andre. His adoring woman and his grateful faggot are ruled over with an uncompromising vision and precise expectations of service.

Angela wrote to me last night to tell me about an issue that is pretty common with straight Alphas: Master Andre wants his faggots to be hairless. I’ve known this about straight Alphas practically from the start of my faggot career. I had trouble in adolescence because I hated growing hair on my legs and armpits, and that hatred of body hair bled into my adult life and as I began serving straight Alphas. So when getting regularly bred became a feature of my service, I always made sure to get waxed professionally (and bleached enough for my asshole to qualify as a Chinese laundromat) so I was always smooth. From the comments I received from straight Alphas, they appreciated a nice clean fag hole like mine.

However, not every faggot has the weird hang-ups I have, so they must be taught through discipline to carefully craft their bodies into suitable sacrifices on the altar of straight Alpha lust.

That’s exactly what happened with Master Andre’s faggot Alberto. Here’s Angela with the story:

Hi Sam,

This is Angela again, King Andre’s girlfriend. We have been very happy with our faggot Alberto. I love the feeling of having a sub male for me use as much as I want as well.

I need to tell you what happened this past weekend so you can help me decide how to behave. I also shave my whole body regardless of what Andre wants because I don’t like to see my legs or ass with hair. Alberto, our sexy fag, has always had a very smooth skin as well. With time, I think he got a little less concerned about that, although he still serves us perfectly well. So last Saturday we were ready for one more amazing fuck when Andre opened Alberto’s ass and found some hair. Nothing too crazy, but enough to let him really upset. He got very mad at the boy and, without letting him explain what had happened, sent Alberto to the living room and said that he didn’t want to see him for the next hours. He literally rage fucked me after that. Andre fucked me twice and shot two big loads, making Alberto hear from the other room my moans as his huge dick destroyed my pussy. After he came twice, I asked him why he had been so rude with our faggot and Andre said that in his house no women should have body hair and if he was not strict about that Alberto would soon look like a bear.

Our fag is definitely what one would call a twink and some body hair is normal because after all he is still a man, but apparently this is non-negotiable for our sexy King. I told him to take it easy because the fag really loves him, but the most I could do was having Andre accepting some chest hair, but legs and ass must be smooth at all times, otherwise he refuses to fuck the fag.

Some hours later, when Alberto was already sleeping by himself in the couch, Andre went to the living room, took the fag in his arms and brought to our room. When the fag woke up, he said that he didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but that he was very disappointed to see that Alberto wasn’t taking care of his body as he should. The boy apologized and asked if he could give Andre some head and that was enough for the tough King to melt and put his big dick out. I was the lucky girl this time because I received two big loads in my pussy, the third one was much smaller, but it was enough for Alberto to swallow it and go to bed in a better mood.

When I was home alone with Alberto on Monday, I told him that I could help him to shave and make sure that he would always be ready. I noticed that keeping an eye on the fag’s legs and eye will be much easier than convincing my man to fuck a hairy ass.

To be honest, if he ever gets upset because I am not “perfect” as he wants, I will refuse to obey and will deprive him of pussy until he stops being picky. But Alberto immediately apologized and promised to behave better. Maybe that’s why he loved fucking this fag so much…

I’d like to know your opinion on this. Should I challenge Andre’s picky requirements of fucking smooth ass or is this just a normal reaction for a straight man?

First of all, Master Andre shows a keen understanding of how to properly discipline a faggot. Deprivation is the key to faggot discipline, not beating. It probably crushed Alberto to listen to his Master fucking Angela for hours and breeding her multiple times while he was alone on the couch in another room. And the discipline worked perfectly, as Master Andre returned to find a contrite and humbled faggot eager to serve properly once more!

I honestly find Angela’s letter to be quite revealing for a reason she did not intend. Near the end of the letter she mentions how she would punish Master Andre if he started complaining about her by depriving him of pussy. Oddly enough, it’s exactly this kind of gamesmanship played by women that lead Alphas to use faggots in the first place. I think it’s a mistake for any woman to think that her pussy is some unique and magic unicorn that only exists between her legs and nowhere else. Every female has a two-inch gash between her legs and is a potential target for Alpha cock. Then add in all of the cute faggots running around that are more than eager to kneel and serve an Alpha.

Hell, Men invented silicone pussies that vibrate and massage and don’t stink FOR A REASON.

So given the fact that Alphas can (and actually do) fuck anyone they please at any time, humility is of paramount importance. Females and faggots alike should be humbled to the core for any opportunity to serve a powerful Alpha like Master Andre, not play vindictive and disrespectful sex games with them!

But to answer your closing question directly, Angela, I don’t think you should do anything to Master Andre to change his stance because I believe that is pointless. He wants a hairless faggot to fuck, and he has no reason to change that stance. Alphas are accustomed to getting what they want without compromise, and I think Master Andre believes that implicitly.

Rather than trying to change an Alpha like Master Andre (who is by definition superior anyway), it’s better to simply become the humble and presentable worshipers he desires. That way you and Alberto will both get plenty of cock, cum, and affection from one of the great Kings of our world!

The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

You may remember the previous post about Master Kenzo utterly cucking and enslaving a former straight so-called Alpha bully he once knew in high school by banging his wife and then forcing him to swallow his cock and cum. If you haven’t read that devastating account, I highly recommend that you catch up by CLICKING HERE, because here comes the even wilder PART TWO!

So when we last left this cuck, he was having any last shred of masculinity surgically removed through his throat by Master Kenzo’s Alpha cock. Master Kenzo got this supposed “Alpha” who used to pick on weaker people in high school to admit that he was Master Kenzo’s slave. And then he swallowed Master Kenzo’s load. Mission accomplished, right?

Um, no. You don’t know Master Kenzo if you think that’s far enough. You see, Master Kenzo is a God Alpha, and like most gods he has a pitiless wrath that scorches the earth and leaves nothing alive that resists his will. The suggestion that he has devastated an inferior male enough is almost a challenge that pushes Master Kenzo to show he has greater power than that.

And that’s exactly what he did with his new cuck faggot. Read on:

It’s time I completed the story of this first couple’s enslavement.

As I told you, when I came in the mouth of My former school mate, I saw his male pride slipping away. But not yet totally, not yet definitively, in truth. He put up more resistance to Me, for the last time, shortly afterwards.

A few days later, I was watching TV while he was massaging My feet, after I’d fucked his wife who was resting in their bed. I was telling him how I made her shout with ecstasy, how she said I was a better lover than he was. He was red with shame and despair. Then, suddenly, I asked him: “Tell Me, I hope by now you have renounced your desire to sire children, haven’t you? You’ve accepted it will never happen?” He was taken aback. I said calmly “I mean, come on! You are no longer a real man. You are even lucky I still allow you to fuck your wife, if you can still manage to do so. But you will never father a child. It’s a privilege I reserve for an Alpha like myself. The only children your wife will bear, the only children you will raise, will be from My seed.”

This time, he got angry. He really did. I had to subdue him by force, as I’d done in high school to punish him for bullying the weaker kids. At the end, when I finished beating him up, he was lying on the floor, his nose bloody, My foot solidly on his face pinned to the ground. I told him: “You will never disobey me again. Do you understand?” “Yes, yes, sorry, I beg your pardon…” he whimpered. I made him swear. He swore. Then I explained to him: “Good. Therefore, you will undergo a vasectomy. Let your downfall be final.” He weakly protested, begged for My mercy. “Please, no… Please don’t do it…” I answered: “Count yourself lucky I’m not forcing you into a penis removal! I’m merciful, I’m only sterilizing you.” Of course, in the following days, he complied.

This former minor Alpha male, who planned to perpetuate his genes, is now seeing his lineage end forever. Because I have decided so.

After that, he never truly resisted again. He only whined and moaned when I fucked his ass, then when I pissed on him. He has fully accepted his defeat.

And you know the best part? His wife is now pregnant with My child. In autumn, My first child out of wedlock will be born. My cuck slave will have the privilege of raising him or her, but of course I’ll make sure he does it with all the respect and care due to the fruit of My seed.

So that’s how I acquired My first heterosexual couple as slaves to My desires. Since then, I’ve acquired a second one. It was much easier: a couple of young, cute, enthusiastic fantasizers. They were looking for a threesome with a dominant male to spice up their relationship, and heard about Me from one of My slaves. They contacted Me to offer themselves to Me, begging Me to fuck her and dominate him. I agreed, of course, and it was great fun. They were really sweet. They worshipped my cock together, face to face, on their knees. It was like they were mouth kissing each other, but with my cock between them. This experience really brought them closer as a couple.

They loved it so much they came back for more! I agreed on one condition: that the guy get a vasectomy. They hesitated for a while. But they eventually submitted. From now on, I’ll make it a condition for any straight couple to have the privilege of worshipping Me together: sterilization of the beta male. Only I get to create life. If they’re lucky, they’ll have the huge honor of raising a child born of Me.

I have more to tell you, faggot. But that’s more than enough for now, I think. We’ll see later.

See what I mean? It wasn’t nearly enough for Master Kenzo to throat fuck the guy and feed him his load. Instead, Master Kenzo decided to take away the cuck fag’s procreative powers altogether and force him to raise His children! DEVASTATING! To top it off, Master Kenzo fucked his load into the cuck fag’s ass, taking away anything the cuck fag might hang onto as a “Man”. That part of the cuck fag’s life is completely gone forever.

I’m so excited to hear that Master Kenzo has impregnated the cuck fag’s wife! This is what Alphas do with their superior cocks and superior cum! They lay claim to human property through breeding and feeding these conquered ones. That way they are transformed genetically by it, inexorably enslaved by the power of it. Just look at what Master Kenzo’s Alpha cock and Alpha jizz has accomplished in the establishment of righteous hierarchical principles!

Fortunately for the second couple that they were more accepting of Master Kenzo’s frontal assault! Their almost joyous celebration of Master Kenzo’s power and control is exactly what Alphas want and expect from their prey.

But don’t miss this point: Master Kenzo LOVES the fight of the cuck fag the same way a fisherman loves the fight of a prize-winning fish hooked on his line. In the end, they will all submit and obey every word of his every command and end up mounted on his trophy wall!

Master Kenzo is an ultimate hunter, a straight God Alpha of insurmountable power. This is only the beginning of what is coming!

Hey, it’s sam here. Master Declan contacted me and commanded that I publish this audience-participation game he’s playing with his faggot boyfriend Zack. Please read and play along if you want to!

BED OR BEHIND BARS, you decide!

Hey, it’s Declan.

Zack’s still sleeping in bed, so I figured I’d take a moment to introduce a new feature, one that puts even more control in your hands. How does this sound?

You get to decide if he earns a spot in our bed… or if he gets locked in his cold little jail cell for the night like the good caged slave he is. That means a strict curfew, no cuddles, no warmth and just me closing the cell door with a heavy click of the padlock before I crawl into the master bed alone. And he stays locked up until I’m ready to leave for work in the morning.

Let’s be honest, he looks better on the floor behind bars. And I sleep better knowing he’s exactly where he belongs.

Win-win, don’t you think?

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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!

There’s something special about black Alphas who truly embrace their Alphahood and the ownership of faggots. Far too many black Alphas just use them and lose them, preferring to remain DL and unattached. However, these black Alphas don’t grow in power because of this decision. They don’t grow into the Kings their genetics and dominance demand.

King Karter might be discreet, but he has built a small Kingdom of owned faggots worshiping him day and night. He understands his worth, and he expects only the very best service from the faggots he owns and those he uses. His nature demands it.

We’ve been blessed to follow young faggot Ethan into King Karter’s lair, to glimpse the world his faggots inhabit under his reign. It’s intimidating, but also fulfilling! And we’ve been able to watch Ethan learn new things about himself, and do things he never imagined he would experience!

As it turns out, King Karter was about to push Ethan’s boundaries again!

Apparently, Ethan is one of the very few faggots on the planet without a foot fetish. I know, right??? Makes NO sense to me, either.

But King Karter’s feet were about to change Ethan forever! READ:

Hi Sam,
I am sorry I haven’t emailed sooner, I have been very busy with finals and moving from Texas back to California. I have two amazing and crazy stories to tell you! I will have to put them in two emails. They will take too long to explain both in one.

The first was on Thursday two weeks ago, on the 29th. I had only one more final to go, and it was an easy one. King Karter asked to have me come by and help #1 out with some chores and cooking. I was excited because since he had fucked me the first time, that was all I could think about. I even texted 1 and 3 if there were any opportunities I could come and help, since I wasn’t going to be there for much longer.  I came to his Apt. and #1 was already there. He had me clean myself out for a good while, and then I worked on cleaning the living room, and helping #1 clean the kitchen, along with starting dinner. King came home a few hours later from the gym. As soon as he came in, I could smell his scent. We kneeled and greeted him. He sat on the couch and watched TV while 1 and I finished dinner.  When #1 and I were done, we went and got on our knees in front of him.

King reminded me of all the things I would have to do when I was gone. Like FaceTime him a few times a week, while cadged. Contribute to my fag tax every other week. Practice with my new dildos while caged. And he gave me two more rules. The first one was that he was going to give me 5 brand-new bottles of poppers. 2, 30 ml bottles and 3, 10 ml. He said by the time I come back in August, all of the bottles need to be empty. The second rule was that I am not ever allowed to jerk off again or watch porn without a cock cage on. That I am only allowed to watch Gay porn or any Porn in chastity. I am never allowed to watch it without it on! He said I don’t need to be in it all the time, like 24/7, but I am not allowed to watch porn or get off without being in chastity again. I was like WTF, What is the point of watching porn. I will be so sexually frustrated. Especially since I am not getting fucked. I don’t want to be a disrespectful faggot. But I did ask him if I could just do it maybe once a week, or a month. He said, “No. That If you want to get off you need to watch it in a cadge, and fuck yourself to get off. That is the only way to get off if you want to watch Porn.” I was depressed and wondered how am I going to go that long without Jerking my dick. I have been jerking off since I was 11, at least once – twice a day, every day.  

He said he needed a pedicure and a foot massage. I was a little shocked as I had never heard of a masculine man wanting a pedicure. #1 went to get some nail clippers. King told me to watch #1 and do exactly what he does as he does it.  1 came back and told me to “Watch, and do what I do.”

He began by sucking on King’s toes, and sliding his tongue in and through his toes. Ok, so I have never really been into feet. I know a lot of fags are, But I never really got it. Like, I don’t have a gross aversion to it. They don’t gross me out or anything. It is just not something I ever really been into. So this was kind of like a first for me. So I started looking and watching #1 and doing what he was doing, spending time on each toe. Sucking it rolling my tongue around it, making sure it was very wet. Then we licked up and down the sole of his foot. Like giving a massage with our tongues. 1 would also work them with his hands, and I would look over and try to match his hands the same way.

After a while of sucking his toes a good amount. #1 picked up the toenail clippers and told me to cup my hands. He then clipped all of King’s toenails and put them in my hands. When he was done, #1 told me to put them in his mouth! I was like WTF! I think I was in a bit of shock because he whispered it again to me, and I slowly put them in his mouth. He just chewed them up and swallowed them like chips or something! I was still in a bit of shock, but I could feel King Karter watching me as #1 handed me the toenail clippers, and he then cupped his hands. I then started to do the same, clipping them and putting them in his hands. When I did all 5 and put the last one in his hands, 1 told me to open my mouth. I had to make a fist on the ground as he put them in my mouth, and I tried hard to chew them to make them softer, but they didn’t really break up. I was trying to get as much spit to make them go down. I gag a bit since a few got caught a bit in my throat. When I was done, my eyes were watering, and I just kept swallowing, trying to not get sick.
I think 1 saw that it was a bit harder for me and said I did a good job, and then King Karter also said I did a good job! That did make it feel a bit better.

Then #1 started to lick and slide his tongue up and down King’s feet again. So I did the same. I followed everything that #1 was doing. He started licking up King Karter’s leg, calf, and shin. I did the same. Sliding our tongues up and down this whole leg. I could taste his sweat and salt on his skin. It did taste amazing. We did that up to his thigh, and his torso and back, on each side of him, he stood up. He had us lick and clean his hole! I watched 1 do it first, then King pushed my face in his big black ass. I sucked and licked hard he told me to stick my tongue in his hole. I was a little shocked because I had never done this before, and at first, I felt I should not be doing this to an alpha. I know 3 told me he likes us to eat his ass sometimes. But I think part of me felt like it was wrong, I guess, IDK, I did it anyways, 3 told me later he likes the fact that we are wiping his hole with our tongues like toilet paper. He kept saying things like kiss my black ass slut, or lick my hole faggot. I understood it later, a bit more after I talked to #3. Then we moved to his armpits and licked them and sucked them. They smelled and tasted even more manly. We licked up and down his arms and hands, and sucked on each of his fingers like his toes. And the sides of his neck.

Then we got back down on our knees. We would take turns sucking on his dick and balls, and his pubes.

He started to face fuck us then, going from one to the other.

Then he had me stand up and sniff some poppers, and 1 lubed his dick. He had me then sit down on it, facing away from him. He started to fuck me and bounce me up and down on his thick dick. This time it felt so good. Much easier than the first time he fucked me. It went in faster and was not uncomfortable at all. I loved it! He keeps saying things like “Ohh fuck Tight Pussy, Fuckign that Tight pussy, and Tight Pussy!” I moaned back and asked him to fuck my tight pussy. I could feel 1 under me. He was licking King’s balls, taint, and hole. After a while, he pulled out of me, and 1 immediately pulled it in his mouth, cleaned it off, and slid it back into me. I kept bouncing up and down on his cock so hard, my eyes were rolling in my head. It felt so amazing, even as I write this, I feel my hole twitch now, just thinking about it 🙂 I think it was one of the most amazing feelings I have ever had! (so far)

Then he pulled out again, and had my kneel and 1 sucked on it cleaned it off again, and then took the same position I was in almost squatting over his big dick. And King told me to put it in, but I was not allowed to use my hands. I maneuvered it with my mouth and face and put it at 1’s hole, and it slid in. He started fucking 1 harder than he had fucked me. Slapping him a little and kept shouting loose pussy, Fuckin Loose Pussy! #1 was moaning loud too. King told me to lick up and down his balls, on his shaft, when he would pull out. And on his taint and hole. So I did, He fucked 1 like this for a while, pulling out a few times so I could clean it off, lube it back up with my spit, and put it back in with my mouth.

This went on for about 40 minutes. King, passing us back and forth, repeating the same thing about 5-6 times. I was his tight pussy, and 1 was his loose pussy. It was one of the hottest experiences I have ever had, well up until then, I shoot a load the second time he was fucking me so hard, I shoot it even though I was cadged! It shot pretty big, but it landed all over 1’s back. (I have a second story to tell you that will be hotter 😉 ) After about 40 minutes, he pushed 1 down and had us both suck on him sliding our tongues back and forth taking turns on shoving the shaft down our throats. Then he had us open our mouths and stick our tongues out, and he jerked his massive dick in front of our faces. And shot a huge load all over our faces. He would shoot some on 1’s face, then shoot some on mine. Then 1’s, then mine. He shot 4 times, maybe a little the 5th time. King had us lick it off each other’s faces while he whipped his dick on our faces too, smearing it all around. He had us lick it off each other and start kissing, sliding his dick between our lips.  Then he sat on the couch and he told us to keep kissing he wanted to see us fags kiss and make out. We did. I haven’t made out much with guys, so I don’t think I was much good. I hope he liked watching it, though.

After a minute or so, he got up and pulled on my hair saying he needed to piss. He pulled me by my hair, and I followed on my knees, pulled me to the bathroom. He had me put my head on the side of the bowl and open my mouth. He started to piss in my mouth and I tried to lap it up as much as I could. But a lot went in the bowl or on the side. When he was done, he said he was going to take a shower. That I needed to clean up the mess I made, using my tongue, and even what was on the floor. Then I needed to get his towel and stay on my knees until he was done. After I cleared my mess as he told me to, I knelt with his towel in my hands and watched him finish his shower. My mouth was salivating watching him lather up his body. And my hole twitched a few times as he cleaned his cock and balls. I wished I could be in there with him, cleaning him. I could feel my dick get hard in my cadge again. It felt really uncomfortable.

Finally, he came out, I dried him off, and he said he liked my job today. While I was drying him off, he asked when I had to be moved out. I said by next Friday, but my flight is on Thursday (the  5th). He asked me if I had any plans this weekend, and I said, “No, not really just packing I guess.” He said he wanted me to be here at his apartment on Saturday around 11 in the morning, He had a going away party he was thinking about giving me with a few of his friends, that he would like to introduce me to. And that I should plan to stay until Sunday afternoon. I was a bit shook and nervous, and excited, at the same time. I didn’t think he would throw me a going-away party, and he said with some of his friends. He told me that he was going to his room to watch some YouTube. That 1 had more homework for me when I was gone.

I went back to the kitchen where 1 was finishing up dinner. He told me I did a great job today. And I should be proud. He said he also had homework for me to do while I was gone, in addition to Kings. He said since I was not his King that they are not orders that must be obeyed like Kings but he would like me to work on them to be a better faggot. 1) try to wear my cock cadge out and about once in a while. Like when I go to the movies or something. And get used to wearing it more often. I did tell him it will be hard to wear it every time I watch porn. He said this is very important that I do, so I am used to getting aroused only when I have it on, and don’t need to think about jerking my fag dick when I am with King Karter or with his friends. He also said I can also practice only cumming when I fuck myself too. I figured I better learn how, since I think it is the only way I will be able to cum anymore I guess.

The second homework was that I had to do the cooking and cleaning at home for my family. I was like What?? They are not Alphas, they are my mom and sister. Maybe my dad, when I see him over the summer, but it was not the same. He said it was not like service for them, it’s more like homework, like keeping up with what you learned. So your skills get better, so when you come back, you can do things like laundry faster. Or cook better, or clean better. Just to keep the skills I learned here, so I don’t slide back. I understood it then the way he explained it. He said you can think of it as a service to him, like you will be better when you return. 

The 3rd and last homework was that I needed to try to pack on 4-6 pounds of lean muscle by the time I came back. I have a little flab in my gut, and he wants me to get rid of that. He said King Karter would like me to be a huge muscle faggot next year. I used to be about 225-230 in high school when I was working out like every day for football. And I am about 240 -250 now (all the college food). He said He would like me to try to be about 240, but to lean up a bit. Go a few days a week fasting, or only eating like one meal of just protein. I also had to work on my flexibility. Something I did a lot in high school because of football, but I hadn’t done a lot since I stopped playing, and more just lifting. 1 said the flexibility will be key and help with King Karter, and when I go on a lot of dates, and men will want to put me in different positions.
That is my goal for this summer. I have already started going back to my local gym and the Gym in my apartment building almost every day now. My goal is to be a bit more shredded and leaner and pack on some muscle when I get back. Also, to be more flexible and practice my skills of service, when I am at home for the next few months. I also am going to try to convince my mom and dad that I can move out of the dorms. Not sure if that will work, though.

The hardest work will be, the masturbating to porn with a cock cage on though. I don’t know if I can do that! Go that long without jerking my dick. I have been trying so hard this last week since I have been home. It is so hard! I have been fucking myself like every day to get my sexual frustrations under control. That helps a bit. But I think I’m addicted to sex now, NGL, I think about it all the time now even more than before I met King Karter, I want him to fuck me all the time. And I think the next few months are going to be fuckin hard! I have a muscle measure gun that works pretty well on my cage, and sometimes I just pat it hard when I am fucking myself. I have my first FaceTime with him on Wednesday while my mom is at work, and my sister is at summer school. I think that will help too! Got any advice on how to masturbate with a cock cadge on, Sam? I have done ok the last week, but I really don’t know how I can do this for like two months!

BREATHTAKING!

You can already tell how King Karter’s massive cock (and his use of it) is transforming Ethan into a ravenous, cock-hungry faggot! Remember when King Karter took him the first time, the pain he felt? Now it’s pure pleasure to have his Master’s hard dick rammed up inside him! That’s the transformational power of Alpha cock!

But notice what King Karter’s feet did for Ethan’s mentality! The faggot went from a mild disgust to completely turned on within the space of one worship session. Of course, none of this is a surprise to experienced faggots. I have served the feet of countless Alphas, and I’m well aware of their power over us. Ask any Alpha in findom, and they’ll show you their bank accounts!

I love King Karter’s promise to introduce Ethan to his Alpha friends! This is a nod of approval for his new fag! I’m pretty excited at what King Karter has in mind!

As for Ethan’s plea for help regarding masturbation: all faggots should have the mindset that they shouldn’t masturbate. Jerking off is a privilege reserved for Men, not faggots.

Ethan should feel great pride in wearing King Karter’s cage, not frustration. View it like a ring. It’s a commitment between an Alpha and his faggot. It should be humbling for a faggot, something sacred.

I know I conquered masturbation using my mind. I simply meditated on how shameful it was for me, a faggot, to be masturbating like other Men. How such an act denigrated and insulted Men. I simply couldn’t do it anymore. Chastity has become an everyday reminder of my “separate” status among Men.

Meditating on the great privilege of serving at the feet of a powerful God Alpha like King Karter should fill a faggot with such humble awe that masturbation would be insulting to his majesty!

I hope Ethan can make that adjustment!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a young faggot named Asher by his actual uncle. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

One of the bigger surprises I’ve received from running a site like this and deeply covering so many stories is the number of faggots being enslaved into service to family members. I guess I always thought of that as taboo, but I’ve come to know that hierarchy runs deeper than I ever expected.

Asher is a young faggot who has been asking me questions in my “Questions From Readers” inbox about submitting and serving his uncle. I almost elevated Asher’s story to a proper blog thread with his last question about his uncle really claiming him as his faggot. Now I’m doing it because his uncle has really ramped things up.

But before I get to Asher’s update, I want to point out that, in my advice to his last question, I mentioned that chastity was the answer to his situation. With that in mind, listen to this:

I got in chastity but in a different way. You see, once my uncle accepted me as his faggot, he  told me that I have to earn action with my dick. Right now, I am only allowed to give him handjob. He has also said me to always  stay naked in the house and do chores. But my habit to touch my dick was still a problem. One day, after giving him handjob and cleaning him up with tissue (he has also said that I have to earn his cum), I went in other room and started tot touch my dick. I just wanted to feel my hand that just touched and jerked my God’s  dick. But he just barged in and caught me touching my dick and got angry. He grabbed my hand , took me to the bedroom and then tied both my hands at one leg of the bed. “Do not try to untie while I am out.” he said. I nodded and he left. I had never seen him this angry. He has always loved me and cared for me, even after accepting me being a fag. After about 2 hours he came back. He had brought some items in a bag. He untied me and then sat on the bed and made me sit on my knees between his legs.

“Look, I had already told you that you should not touch your nub. That is not how a fag get pleasure. You can only get pleasure if your master fucks you. Your pleasure is dependent on me. And you have disappointed me. So I am gonna you in chastity. I gave you a chance and you failed.”

“I am sorry, I did not mean to do it, but ..”

“No if n buts, you have to wear chastity. Now thank me for making you wear chastity.”

“Thank you uncle for making me wear chastity. “

It was a nice pink chastity, small in size as my dick is already not that big, and he also bought a dog collar.

“You should wear this all the time in the house, no matter what. It will show you your position.”

I honestly felt more faggy when he put on the collar on me. I guess this is how may faggot journey is turning out to be.

It’s pretty amazing to me that Asher’s uncle (a straight Alpha) understands faggot ownership so well. It seems to come to him naturally.

Also, how do straight Men understand chastity and its ability to mold faggots? It’s crazy to me. I guess it’s just a matter of understanding how taking away a faggot’s penis reduces them and forces them to focus.

I really think Asher will benefit from chastity … but that means his uncle will be using him sexually very soon. I hope Asher is ready for that!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WHEW!

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

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

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

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

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

Master Jase continued:

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

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

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

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

And that, to me, is the whole point.

Thank you, Master Jase!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This site has been blessed to know and feature two overwhelming Asian God Alpha super-predators, Master Alex and Master Jase. They’re both very similar, and both seeming anomalies among their Asian brethren. They’re hugely muscular, well-hung (at least nine inches), and ferocious hunters and breeders of faggots.

After my first update about Master Alex, we talked and I asked for more detail about his life as a successful, muscular God Alpha who owns a vast stable of faggots. He replied this way:

I take great joy in making fags out of men who think they rule the world, only to realise that there is an alpha male who rules and controls over them. And I find them at all places I frequent. The high-end gym I frequent is free of charge, courtesy both of my PT fag and his boss, when they’re not keeping my body pumped and worshipping my muscles, scent and sweat on their floor, their bent over, cunt spread, aching for my cock to fuck them into that addictive daze they crave. Restaurants and bars where once a confident client is hidden under the table cloths choking on my cock while I enjoy a three course meal or a drink. Meeting with other agents at parties or functions and exchanging greetings with their wives, while they stare hungrily at my face and body, waiting for when I call on them and pound my thick ten inches deep up their pussies harder and better than they can ever pleasure their own women. Single fags, married fags, I have the lot; nothing changes the fact that I own them. That their pleasure they receive should only be from how much they can satisfy and please me. Their gratitude to be in service, their sore throbbing cunt lips a physical badge of honour that they’re mine. Their need to worship me only when I call them my obedient sluts.

You ask about my house fag when I arrive home in a mood. What he does is obey. To meet my needs. If I come home normally, he kneels and fishes out my cock and lets the heavy weight lie on his face while his hands work on my feet, massaging them. He doesn’t suck until I command him to. When I am done with the initial worship and skull fuck, he is to thank me before hanging my clothes or putting them in the laundry. If it is my workout or training clothes, I expect him to sniff and gag himself on my scented musky clothing. If I come home needing to breed, I pin him down, where he obediently opens his mouth for me to relentlessly drill his throat, deep and brutal, before flipping him like a toy and mercilessly whipping my ten inches in his oversized muscle pussy. Telling him how much he loves being my cock slut, desperate for my attention. How he whimpers in gratitude against my savage rhythm until I breed him and leave him slumped and gaped and cum drooling out his pussy against whatever surface I lasted railed him against. One would not expect him to be my house fag, with how gigantic and built he is with the stance and demeanor of a military trained veteran. Yet here he is, submissive and shaking and trembling in need under my Asian strength, craving my dark alpha cock to take his mind and body into orbit.

I have been in a rutting period here, faggot. You would only wish you were one of mine, with how ravenous and inexhaustible my need to fuck and breed has been in the past month or so. And it has not ended. It is not uncommon for my house to have two or more sluts on a daily basis, all of which end the night broken, dazed, red fleshed, limp piles of muscle with loads of my cum dripping out their mouth and cunts. And I am still cleaning my hard cock off on my house faggots swollen lips. Even right now, my cock head is being nursed on by a fag called up to keep my cock busy as I work.

This is like a “Day In The Life Of A God Alpha” diary entry. However, there’s clearly nothing ordinary about Master Alex’s life, especially right now as it’s mating season and he is breeding so furiously and so deeply that he seems intent on bending Nature itself into impregnating his fags, I’ve been “attacked” like this by aggressive God Alpha Masters before, and it can be quite overwhelming. But Master Alex feels like another animal entirely.

If there is a common thread in the lives of God Alphas like Master Alex, it’s this: they’re all wildly successful and accomplished professionally. This should not be surprising, since all good things flow upwards to Alphas. They get all of the high-paying jobs, all the respect, all of the attention, all of the money, and all of the pussy they can ever want.

I’m so happy that Master Alex embraced his God Alphahood early so that he may enjoy a long life of daily success and worship and Kingship!

Thank you, Master Alex, for continuing to share your jaw-dropping life!

This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I feel really blessed as a faggot in this position because I’ve been able to mentor so many faggots to find fulfillment, but also some powerful Alphas! Here on this site I have literally chronicled the ascensions of many straight Alphas, charted every new discovery about faggot ownership, and pointed them to even greater avenues of domination and power! It’s been an amazing ride for the last ten years!

One of my more recent favorites is Master David. This straight French Alpha had never owned a faggot (or even considered it) until he met me while searching for information about his submissive gay roommate Vincent. Now he owns not only Vincent, but a couple of other faggots he’s acquired at the gym. Through the complete use of these faggots, Master David has experienced so many incredible changes in his life.

Then, more recently, he claimed a couple, Charlene and her beta boyfriend Quentin. In the latest update, Master David forcefully took and fucked Charlene right in front of an awe-struck Quentin and basically took her as his girlfriend. All of these things are chronicled in the link above.

But now Master David has experienced something new in this latest update. Let’s see what it is:

Hey boy,

You remember when I took my bitch Charlène from my beta friend Quentin? Well, a lot have happened since then!

I have enjoyed having Charlène at my place (where I live with my roomate Vincent). I fucked her regularly and she enjoyed the perks of my superior life, with the service of my devoted servants! Her former boyfriend Quentin has often been there to provide me blowjobs and foot massages before and/or after I fucked her!

But of course, I kept on dating and fucking other women, as well as my serving boys. Charlène had a hard time to accept that. So much that she finally broke up with me. For lack of a better choice, she returned to Quentin, who was only too happy to get my leftovers. But obviously, it wasn’t long before she regretted it and begged me to fuck her again! 

I answered her I was no longer interested into having her as my official girlfriend, but that I was willing to fuck her once in a while as a side chick. But only at one condition: Quentin himself had to BEG me to fuck his girlfriend! Needless to say, Quentin went home, kneeled, kissed my feet and said “Please Sir, it would be my honor that you keep fucking my beloved girlfriend! I can’t please her as you do, Sir! I’m begging you! Please!” After cuming into his mouth, I accepted.

He gave me a key to their home. So now, when I feel like it, I go to their place, I burst into their bedroom and I fuck Charlène who screams with pleasure! Sometimes I dismiss Quentin, sometimes I make him stay and watch me what a real man do. He even had to lick my feet while I was fucking her! Usually, when I spend the night with her, Quentin bring us the breakfast in bed on the morning!

I think I like this arrangement even better than having Charlène as my girlfriend! Now, I have a cuck beta servant that I can humiliate when I want to and Charlène has finally been forced to accept her place as just a sexual slave for my pleasure.

Life is really fucking good when you’re an Alpha!

So long, sam the faggot!

King David

As you can see, Master David learned that he, as Alpha, has a need for SPACE and FREEDOM so he can use or enslave anyone he chooses. Alphas shouldn’t be tied down like that. To build a Kingdom, an Alpha like Master David must spend his days reveling in his power while allowing females and faggots to fulfill their place in service to him.

This is how Alphas grow!

When I told him that, Master David replied:

You nailed it, faggot! I want it all. I want to have my cake and it it too, and I know I can! Either you submit to my rules, or you fuck off out of my life! Fags and betas and chicks are lining up to kiss my feet and suck my dick. I will only pick the most obedient ones. Every inferior must remember that it is easily replaceable and it has to EARN its place at my feet! Not the other way around.

That’s something I had to say to Vincent, when I felt he was becoming a little possessive. I told him: “Keep in mind: I am everything for you, I am the center of your world, but you’re just a very, very small part of my life. If you piss me off, you will never serve me again! So you better remember your place!” He cried a lot, but since then he kept in line.

Gosh it feels so good to be the master! To be the one who matters!

Can you hear the overwhelming joy in Master David’s words? These exclamations might as well be the roar of a lion!

I wish more straight Alphas would do more experimentation, let go of their preconceived ideas, and allow greater circuits of power to flow through them! Faggots are a key that unlocks the vault containing unbelievable Alpha power! It’s there for the taking!

I’m so proud of Master David for being one of those smart straight Alphas, a true King who recognizes that males and females of all sorts must fall so that he may rise!

The following post is part of a thread detailing the admission and submission of a new faggot named Ben to a former classmate and college wrestler. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Like any other faggot, I know the difficulties of being young and having an idea about what I was that turned out to be false once the truth was revealed to me. It’s not easy. I thought I was going to be a gay bottom who would fall in love and maybe get married to a great Man. And then, at age 17, I met an Alpha named Roger who eventually forced me to become his cocksucker during our senior year in high school, and I learned I was actually a faggot. Everything I believed about myself prior to that shattered and blew away like chaff, and what was left on the threshing floor was me as a faggot with a new purpose.

As I’ve made pretty clear over the years, I never looked back.

As I’ve come to know many, many faggots and their stories of self-discovery, I now realize that my story was something of an anomaly. Most faggots struggled mightily with their identity, fought it for years and years, and suffered through many more humiliations before they were able to accept it about themselves. Part of the purpose of my (now) ten-year mission to teach Hierarchical truth was to keep faggots from suffering so much in their acceptance of this truth. I think I’ve helped some, but not all.

Ben is one such faggot. If you’ve been following my “Questions From Readers” posts, you’ve already seen two posts about Ben’s situation. I’ve now graduated his string of posts into a proper thread so they can be collected into one place, rather than trying to collect them manually. You can now read Ben’s previous questions by CLICKING HERE.

Here’s a brief summary: Ben used to think he was either an Alpha or a pre-Alpha when he was in college. He left college, but one day recently he was on Instagram and saw an old Alpha classmate (who was still in college, but they hadn’t seen each other in four years) and suddenly had feelings for him. He definitely wanted to submit to this Alpha friend, who had grown even more muscular and equipped with washboard abs.

So Ben contacted me and I encouraged Ben to reach out to this Alpha and see if the relationship could be rekindled. And sure enough, my plan worked, and this Alpha responded positively and even dominantly (because Ben was incorporating my advice), and Ben played it badly by trying to deny he was a faggot to this Alpha. I scolded Ben for this in my response to his second letter, and gave Ben a new game plan to really approach this Alpha submissively.

My advice was directed at getting Ben to admit the fact that he’s a faggot and finally embrace the truth. That was the point of this next stage (aside from getting this Alpha to use him, of course).

Well, Ben has returned with another update. And once again, there are wins and losses involved. Read on:

I took your advice and texted him again asking if he wanted to meet up again to talk. Unfortunately he was busy that day and when I asked why he surprisingly sent me pics from his football photo shoot saying “You wish you could see me up close in my uniform huh”. Even though he was clothed besides his biceps I spent so long thinking about that photo and it literally made me space out for a day.

He came over a few days later from football workout and Im trying to recall the details the best I can because it all moved so fast. I greeted him at my door by kissing his shoe and kneeling. When I looked up at him he didn’t seem shocked he just had this devoius smirk and said “about time you greet me the right way faggot”. I didn’t speak for a second and he immediately asked “so answer me are you a faggot?”. It took me a second but I nodded and said “yes I’m a faggot, your power made me realize it”. And he had this smirk again that was so narcistic but felt intoxicating to me.

What I didn’t expect was he immediately said “So are you gonna suck me off faggot or what?” I was foolish in the moment so I said “I’m gay but I’m mainly a top” and I still dk why I said that. He just replied “i don’t care what you are, you’re a faggot you’re going to suck my dick.” When I hesitated he unbuckled his belt and pants and just shoved my mouth onto his dick and said “nothing to talk about now huh and keep sucking or I’m putting belt to ass”.

Like I said I’m technically vers too so I don’t really give head often but he was the biggest guy I’ve ever seen. His cock soft was around the same length of some cocks hard I’ve seen. He was so brutal when fucking my throat that I gagged each time he thrust and I could taste the sweat from practice and I can’t stop thinking about the taste. Unfortunately he finished himself later by jerking off onto my floor and said “your head game needs work faggot”.

When he finished he told me “clean it up with your tongue nothing else” and I obeyed but it felt so humiliating getting his cum off the floor of my own house. I asked him why he did this now and you were right Sam he said “I just needed to make sure you were actually a faggot”. Afterwards he threw me his sweaty uniform and told me “Wash it and bring it on Sunday and keep your mouth ready”, which I’m currently smelling and can’t bring myself to wash yet.

Needless to say I’m currently in disbelief I do admit that I in no doubt want to serve him as an alpha but my cravings to top haven’t faded either and I do admit I’m a faggot. For advice I don’t know if you have any advice on becoming better at sucking dick because I felt ashamed when I couldn’t get him off and i know he plans to use my throat again.

Baffling outcome!

On one hand, there were some gains here. Ben DID submit, and Ben DID admit to this Alpha that he’s a faggot. And Ben DID attempt to suck his dick (like he had a choice), and Ben DID slurp this Alpha’s jizz off the floor. These are all HUGE victories for Ben’s growth! I’m proud of him for these things, which I know weren’t easy.

But he’s still defiantly clinging to the notion that he’s an Alpha. He even said he “wants to serve him as an Alpha”, which makes NO sense. Ben said he “still wants to Top”, which I guarantee is NEVER going to happen with this Alpha.

All we need to do it listen to Ben’s final few sentences to discover the truth.

Alphas or pre-Alphas don’t fret like that about wanting to become a better cocksucker, or feel disappointed that they weren’t good enough on their first time getting face fucked (nobody is!). In other words, Ben IS NOT AN ALPHA, he’s a FAGGOT. It just took a vastly more powerful Alpha to reveal this truth to Ben. He needs to accept this reality and quickly embrace it, because this Alpha is coming back SOON to claim his property!

There is little time to prepare, though. I’d get a carrot or a small cucumber from the store and start practicing lip/tongue techniques. Try to push past the gag reflex again and again … and try swallowing as it reaches the back of your throat to suppress that reflex.

Ben needs to get started NOW. This Alpha is likely turned on completely by the submission of a new faggot, and he’s not going to wait long to claim more!

I thank Ben for his honesty and courage! He’s going to be a good one!

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

A couple of days ago Master Jase shared a pretty astonishing developing story of his claiming of a new faggot at his gym. You can read that first part RIGHT HERE.

At the end of that, Master Jase hinted that he wasn’t done developing this married muscle fag. Indeed, right after I published my first account, he sent me this message:

Ordered the new dad fag to wait in the carpark of the gym after work, received an instant “Yes sir” as a reply. The fag must have been agonizingly waiting for my message, and I know he usually goes home to his family but today, he’s aching and ready for his sore pussy to be put in multiple positions by my giant cock.

So I knew the next day (yesterday) was going to be insane. Witness the insanity:

The cunting continued today. As ordered, the fag was in the carpark, waiting. He was flushed and already panting when he saw me. Made the muscled fag get on his knees, asked if he had been a hungry little slut. “Yes sir.” Daydreaming about my cock choking and stretching you out? “Yes sir”, the fag got more breathless. Pushed his face into my crotch and told him to sniff. The fag groaned and moaned.

Tossed him into my car and drove home. I ignored his breathless moans in the back. Once home, I made him pull out my cock while I pulled off my shirt. I stood like that over him, my thick cock sitting heavy on his face, and I knew he could see my powerful body ready to train him more. First his throat. Made him take more down his spasming throat than he did prior. Spit and pre covered his face. Told him to strip, and then lie back on the sofa. He trembled as he did, and his legs automatically spread as I approached. I fingered his still red and clenching hole, stretching it, told the fag to at all times keep his eyes on either my face or my body. I pushed my cock in, steady and powerful, watching his face as instinctively moaned and groaned from his stretched ass ring trying to accommodate my girth. Paused and told the fag again to look at me. He did, with his face still smeared in spit and pre, his eyes already dilating. I pressed firmer and as I broke through his second cunt again, he began shaking and crying as his eyes rolled back again. His ass ring clenching weakly and uncontrollable and the rest of his ass squeezing me as the fag lost himself again to the cunting.

When he calmed down, I leaned over him so even his dazed eyes could see me. Told the fag that this was what he was made for, and began to fuck him in slow, powerful strokes, and watched as he started to cry again with his eyes going white. His body trembling and back arching, his legs spasming and stretching even further out when I pushed an extra inch in that he couldn’t take the day before. I love watching the involuntary actions of a fag when he gets cunted deeper beyond his belief. He was already incoherent, and an hour more of just the steady slow pace, the fag was barely conscious and weakly whimpering. Muscled slow-fucked into a pile of cock drunk flesh. Another fine cunting training session.

Got my in-house slut to take care of the fag before he got to work on my cock, and having had to keep control of myself with the new fag, I went full primal rage in wrecking his muscled cunt with a brutal and hard rutting. Even after I unleashed a monster load in his ruined cunt, the new fag hadn’t yet moved. Told my in-house slut that once he recovered, to wait for the fag to come to and drive him back to his car at the gym parking lot.

I’ve never had an Alpha cunt me in stages, so I can’t really imagine the delirium this new faggot is going through. The fag probably feels like it’s wandering lost in a haunted house, terrified of what’s around the next corner. Every encounter Master Jase pushes it deeper into a subspace that can overwhelm anyone. I have no idea how this faggot is returning to its family, its aching pussy empty and yearning for Master Jase’s cock to fill it again.

It’s pretty clear that Master Jase is going to push it even farther in the next day or two. Master has refused to actually breed the faggot (thereby making this cunting “official”) until he is able to fit his entire cock into it and fuck it properly.

I’m not sure who’s more excited about this prospect, the faggot or Master Jase … or ME!

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

Have you ever watched films about lions? Ever notice how lions watch their prey carefully, stalk it, and then pounce, clamping their powerful jaws around its throat until it’s dead? In any of that, did it ever seem like the lion was thinking about anything other than satisfying its own hunger?

Of course not! The lion is an Apex Predator, and everything else serves its needs!

Like a lion, Master Jase is at the top of Hierarchy, a God Alpha. And like a lion, his urge to satisfy his need for domination and breeding come before the needs of inferiors beneath him. However, in the process of him using these inferiors for satisfaction, Master Jase occasionally transforms inferiors into their true form: a faggot. By splitting them open and deeply breeding them with his giant cock, he effectively forces them to accept their truth.

Like a lion feasting on a kill, what Master Jase does is an integral part of the Hierarchical circle of life.

Master Jase shared a pretty dramatic experience that occurred over the last few days involving a 40-year-old virgin faggot at his gym. It illustrates that primal function God Alphas play in the greater scheme of things.

Made a fag out of a 40-ish old father this last week. I will detail more later, but in summary. Broke him in on Sunday after the fag couldn’t resist my presence in the gym sauna after I had aggressively mounted another slut in the showers. Had him use his mouth over as much of my cock as he could, which was barely half my giant dick. Told him to clean his ass out and to meet me back at the gym on Monday at the same time in the morning.

Monday, I made him watch as I rutted inside a bodybuilder slut in a private room, then the new fag tried to take my cock in where it belongs. He could only take my cock head and a little bit more. Taking virgin holes like this is a thrill, especially when my cock looks like a bottle trying to fit itself in a fresh fags barely touched hole.

Tuesday he was able to take around four to five inches. He laid like a good boy after I told him to bend over a bench. How his body tried to take more, the fag begged at how he could always feel the slow stretch, how that bit of his pussy that I had loosens through was aching in soreness and need.

Today I cunted him. Back in the sauna. I sat and spread my legs, he knelt and sucked and licked. Told him to display for me, he bends and shows me his clean hole, still red from two days of training. Note that he is at least a head taller than me and more muscled. Didn’t stop me from picking him up by his waist, and positioning his hole over my raging monster cock. Inch by monstrously thick inch I sat him down on my cock. How he breathed hard, let out a few groans and even small yells. I told him that he could scream and whine, but I was unstoppable, and he was to remain in place. Half my cock was in, I turned him so he faced me. His arms were trembling, his back was arching and his mouth was already open and drooling.

I felt my tip pressing against his second hole. Too easy. I pushed him down, and felt his second cunt snap around my cock head. The reaction was instant. You have been cunted, fag Sam. You know what it’s like. The fag threw back his head, his eyes rolled back completely, his nostrils dilated and his tongue lolling out his drooling mouth. His hands were clawing weakly at my muscles. His legs were spasming and his toes curling nonstop. His whole body was flexing and twitching on my cock and in my arms. And I still had over a hand of cock left outside his taut stretched cunt lips. I rode his body back up and down, and each time I pushed passed his second cunt, the fags head would swing side to side, and his whole body would jerk. I love cunting fags like this. Slow and deliberate, so the fag can feel every thick veiny inch reshaping his cunt to the shape and size of my cock. How his thighs spread even further automatically, trying to expose his now important sex organ, his pussy.

I cunted the fag today for a solid half hour before I picked him off my cock and let him slide to the floor like a ragdoll. Until he takes my cock to the balls, my new fag doesn’t get rewarded with my seed.

He has plenty to learn. After all, I am a physical breeder, and the new fag has neither taken a real power fuck, nor a full breeding. Unlike my house slut that I just fucked into unconsciousness after I woke up at 4 am with a raging erection. Alpha needs hit at any time.

Indeed, I have been cunted multiple times before, and this is a pretty accurate depiction of it (from the Alpha perspective). I really connected with Master Jase’s detail about the new faggot involuntarily spreading its legs open to take more of his cock while being cunted. I experience this too, and I liken it to a deep relaxation that loosens the entire body. It’s mostly because the faggot brain is shut down during cunting, and they’re losing consciousness.

But like a lion, Master Jase could sense the faggot hiding behind the veil of normalcy. So he pounced, and then systematically devoured the faggot’s will and resistance over the course of a couple of days until the faggot was set free through cunting. Now there is no façade left, only a cunted faggot that will forever yearn for Master’s cock to fill The Void inside it!

Earlier I mentioned that Hierarchical circle of life, and I meant it. What Master Jase did with this faggot – indeed, what ALL Alphas do when they cunt their faggots – is part of a natural process that frees faggots to accept their place and purpose. If this didn’t happen, then there would be many more males wandering the earth in a confused, unfulfilled daze, unsure of their purpose.

Alphas forcefully taking, cunting, and owning faggots maintains the larger hierarchical balance … and it keeps the greater Alpha Pack well fed and satisfied!

What’s up fag took your advice and it submitted to me in seconds it was like throwing a dog a bone. I expected that it was a fag already but I didn’t think it was that desperate. I had it kneel and kiss my shoes first and while it was reluctant at first a few slaps got it slobbering like a dog. It admitted that it was a faggot quickly and I had it yell it louder each time that I think my housemates heard it. Despite feeling amazing owning this fag and it being obedient, my issue is how hard it was getting. It took away from the pleasure of slapping it and forcing it below me when I saw how i could see its dick get hard from licking my feet and even more when I slapped it. I only have a short period of time with this faggot before summer so I want to train it better to break its habits so it can serve better while I can enjoy dominating it without seeing it be hard. I thought about threatening it or telling everyone but didn’t know if that would make the situation worse since I want to psychologically break it and make it completely subservient.

This is a follow-up to THIS QUESTION.

Thank you very much for following up on this situation, Sir! 

First of all, congratulations on taking ownership of your first faggot! It sounds like you were exactly right about it, and I’m glad my suggestions worked! I think what you did to get it to loudly admit that it’s a faggot was quite effective; it’s almost like how drill sergeants use loud call/response commands in the armed services to get into the minds of their soldiers! 

Now, let’s talk about your complaint, Sir. You’ll remember that I WARNED YOU about using harsh discipline on faggots because they often get excited by it. But you didn’t heed my warning, Sir, and so you ended up with something you didn’t want. It became a vicious cycle of increased violence and increased arousal. 

Here’s the other thing: no male can really control their erections naturally. They just happen. I’m sure when you were younger you had erections at inopportune times. They just happen, Sir.

If you don’t want to see your faggot aroused, you must try to resist beating the faggot, Sir. I understand that beating it might be your natural urge, but to get what you want from the faggot, you’ll need to try a different approach … much like the one I outlined for you in my first response. 

I might also add this suggestion now that you’ve taken ownership of it: chastity. Lock up your faggot’s skin flap in a chastity cage so that (a) it’ll be prevented from getting a full erection, and (b) it’ll be concealed from your view.

I do suggest that you be the one to lock the faggot in chastity, Sir. This is more official in the mind of the faggot and becomes almost a sacred ceremony for the fag. However, if you’re squeamish about touching the fag there, then you can oversee the faggot locking itself into chastity. Just make sure it’s secured on the faggot properly. 

Overall, I’m pleased to hear this news, Sir! I’m glad you now can experience deeper and more resonant power, and the kind of like an Alpha deserves! 

Please keep me posted, Sir! 

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

Master @fpunishers has come a long way since I interviewed him on the Hierarchy Podcast. He’s a black Alpha who has owned faggots for a long time and is quite experienced with them.

He’s now started a professional porn career, but that doesn’t change how he carries his personal life.

Here he is training his loyal faggot @vegasfaggot to drink his piss … that’s been steeped with a jock covered in a year’s worth of cum.

FUN FACT: the faggot is wearing my original “FAGGOT” tee-shirt design!

What’s up fag, name’s Caden and I had a question for you. I transferred colleges this year and saw this fag I knew since elementary school. Since 8th grade, he was always lingering in the locker room and when we did basketball dares he always would “dare” me to flex or take my shirt off and was a pussy who threatened to report me when I threatened to beat him up once. I haven’t seen him in two and a half years prior to this year since we went to separate colleges til now but he’s in the same club as me and has been making advances on me even though I told him I have a gf and I’m not a fag. At this point I’m just over it and wanna punish and own him for just being a fag hitting on me so much and force him to submit to me, any brutal methods you got to humiliate him?

Thank you for the question, Sir! 

Younger faggots can be a problem for straight Alphas because they are untrained and generally have not accepted their proper place in Hierarchy. They often make the mistake of thinking that they are equal-but-submissive, and lack the respectful behavior that Alphas deserve.

I want to forewarn you, Sir: physical/violent punishment doesn’t work well on faggots because they often get off on it. That’s the opposite of what you want, I’m sure. It’s better if an Alpha gets into the faggot’s head first before administering physical punishment, because then the Alpha’s violence has an emotional component and not one of pure hate. Do you see what I mean, Sir?

I propose this: the next time you’re with the faggot and it starts its nonsense, tell it to stop, get on its knees, and kiss your feet. If it doesn’t obey, then either slap its face or spit in its face and repeat the command. If it still doesn’t comply, then use force to get it on its knees and make it kiss your feet. 

Once it does this, have it look up at you. Then ask it: “what are you?” The only acceptable answer is: “I’m a faggot, Sir.” If it does not answer correctly, slap it and ask it again. Once it does this, repeat the process again and again until you are satisfied. Then, tell it “good boy” or “good faggot” to reinforce the training (like giving a dog a treat). 

Then dismiss it, but not before making it clear to the faggot that it is to refer to you as “Sir” or “Master” and that it now belongs to you exclusively. 

After that session, the next sessions should involve tasks you want the faggot to perform to your satisfaction, followed by additional reinforcements like foot worship or scent training on your pits or your crotch. 

This training I’ve outlined is pretty standard, and is designed to break a faggot of bad habits and start a reprogramming based on faggot fetishes/addictions. As Alpha, you can make adjustments on the fly as you see fit, Sir. I’m just outlining a scenario. I hope it pleases you.

I can already tell you’re quite a dominant Alpha. I have no doubt you’ll own this faggot quickly! Please keep in touch, Sir! 

Thank you, Sir! 

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a straight college Alpha named Jason who has taken ownership of a faggot classmate named Mason! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I’ve been blessed with some truly wild circumstances during my ten years of teaching Hierarchy online. I tutored multiple straight Alphas in Canada on how to own personal, live-in faggots. I’ve covered dramatic rapes almost live via email. I’ve helped fathers and sons navigate hierarchical roles with compassion and care. I’ve witnessed a fag brother having his entire company taken over by a young God Alpha. I’ve had my podcast cause a straight Alpha to take ownership of the faggot he caught listening to it. And on and on. Longtime readers know of my track record.

Many times these stories seemed unbelievable to ME, let alone my readership, and I was often accused of making things up. But these stories are all true.

However, few stories have blown my mind quite as much as the following story that has been developing here over the last couple of weeks. I’m not even sure what the chances are of this situation happening randomly – they must be infinitesimal – but that’s exactly what happened!

I’ll try to walk you through it.

Readers may remember a recent series of “Questions From Readers” asks from a faggot named Mason who thought he was an Alpha but found himself fantasizing about a more powerful Alpha at his school. I’ve assembled those asks HERE.

There were three such asks from Mason, and I was advising him on how to tempt this Alpha into using him. This mostly involved asking leading questions or even kneeling before this Alpha to trigger his dominance. Mason would cautiously try these suggestions, and they did seem to be producing the desired result.

Meanwhile, I received a nondescript ask from an anonymous Alpha about a friend he wanted to force into submission. You can read that HERE.

Then, out of the blue, I received the following email from that anonymous Alpha:

Yo I wanted to keep you updated on my story. But I’m writing as an email instead of a question because I think my friend, Mason, who I’m making my fag is the guy who’s asking questions about thinking he was an alpha until being in college. I say this for a couple reasons, one we both are in a frat together like his story, two his physical descriptions in the story are similar to my friend, and three the day I did part of what you told me, he sent you his story about being called a good boy.  I find this so amusing because I did only part of what you said because despite being an alpha I care deeply for my friends and wanted to truly confirm before making a decisive move. But now I know he’s already a fag so no need in holding back LMAO. I just saw his story today and plan on giving him one more day to admit who is to me before making my move. For now though I’ve just had him mainly massage my feet, do my laundry for me, head locked him under my pits, and just small triggers before going further. Crazy small world that we both messaged you for advice haha. 

CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?? Both the college Alpha and his latest faggot prey were unwittingly writing to me for advice from both sides of this situation!!!

This Alpha introduced himself as Master Jason. He is a straight college frat guy who discovered the use of faggots two years ago thanks to a faggot named John. Master Jason kindly shared his experience with that first faggot:

Yo Sam of course, regarding John, ownership with him was easy because he approached me wanting to serve me and already knowing he was a fag. When I took ownership, I followed a similar process to what I’m trying to do with Mason, having him worship my muscles, feet, and body, and making him cook, do my laundry, and wash the dishes, he was my little live at home slave. The process was slower because I was new to the alpha scene, but when I saw how animalistic and desperate he was for me, I felt right asserting my will over him since he clearly would do anything for me. Right now, I still own John, but unfortunately he no longer lives nearby but across the country with his family right now, as he had issues to take care of. He still comes to visit occasionally where he always serves me, but I understand and despite him being my fag, I respect that he is taking care of his family right now, since I was in that situation before. I’ve owned a couple more fags since then, but I’ve haven’t found one that has taken care of my needs to own them for the long term because worshipping me is a privilege that not every fag should have.

You see how natural this is? Master Jason is perfectly straight, but it just takes a good, honest-hearted faggot to help trigger the inborn dominance of an Alpha to want to own and use inferiors! It sounds like my brother John was the right faggot to open Master Jason’s eyes!

But Master Jason’s journey to his acceptance of his Alphahood wasn’t quite the straight line that many experience. He continued:

In terms of your question about alpha hood I think I had a different growth curve. I didn’t realize I was superior to other males until two years ago when I was first introduced to hierarchy. In high school I liked to stay out of the spotlight which might be different from most alphas but my reasoning was I had to work to help take care of my mother and younger brother. Given that I never had much time to notice my superiority from fags but everyone I knew respected me and never messed around me. On the basketball team I was the “unofficial captain,” I never tried to become captain because that wasn’t my priority. But every time we had practice or a game everyone would listen to me instead of the “actual captain”. I’ve always been a very action oriented person I never commanded or yelled at people I just led by example and it seemed everyone just fell in line. In high school thought, one of my close friends always told me he knew girls who would want to get with me if I wanted, but I turned them down because I had other priorities. I think it’s how I was raised to be more of a protector alpha which is also why I wanted to be careful when first approaching Mason. In terms of fags though in high school I never noticed it but looking back there was one guy on the basketball team who always lingered behind in the locker room whenever I was changing and I realize he was probably a silent fag. I noticed more fag attention in college when I would first get hit on by guys all the time at frat parties and bars, but it wasn’t until my first fag, John, showed me your page did I realize how many more guys wanted to serve me.

For my alpha hood now I think I’m still navigating how everything is and which fags I decide to just use or which to truly own. I don’t find myself concerned with the labeling of what alpha I am but what I see is I’m a protector alpha. I look out for people I care about and always have been the person everyone turns to in group settings whether I am officially deemed the “leader” or not I know people look up to me and in college I’ve been able to better appreciate and revel in my power. 

Can you hear the calm, level-headed nature of Master Jason’s answers? He’s a true Protector Alpha in the sense that he naturally leads and instinctively protects/uses/fulfills inferiors!

So I realized I was now in service to a truly all-natural Alpha Master who understands and really embraces the ownership of faggots as part of his purpose as a developing King. Even more urgently, I was simultaneously assisting Master Jason and Mason to finally break through the hierarchical dance they were doing by advising both separately.

Now that façade was done! I could finally help guide it in a meaningful, less blind way! However, Master Jason forbade me to inform Mason of the fact that we were talking, at least not until Master Jason could actually break Mason’s will himself!

And that finally happened a couple of days ago! And very dramatically:

But back to my update I finally broke Mason a bit this morning. We usually hit the gym in the morning but today I told him I was sore so I wanted to have a rest day. He asked if there was anything he could do for me and I told him my feet were sore and asked him to massage my soles. His eyes widened when I said that and I found it amusing but I could see the desire in his eyes. He started massaging my feet and I told him to take off my socks and he obeyed and began rubbing my bare feet while I took my shirt off because of the heat and talked about how sweaty and smelly my pits and feet are in this heat. At this time his eyes looked the same as fags I’ve had who begged to worship my feet and I knew he couldn’t control himself. So I asked him why are you so obedient to me? He stuttered before I cut him off and said no it’s because you’re a faggot who wants to be used right? He started blushing and didn’t look up so I had to force him to look up at me and told him to say yes sir I’m a faggot. He struggled with his words again but ended up saying yes sir I’m your slave. When I prodded him again to say faggot instead he couldn’t so I just told him good boy and to just smell my feet and pits instead. I could tell he was obsessed though he ended up sniffing my pits for 15 min before one of my frat bros knocked on my door and he jumped back. Before he left I told him he would address me as Sir from now on and he said yes sir before he left.

I don’t remember all the details but I the fact that this guy that everyone would think could pull bitches and was an alpha was nothing but just a fag under my feet made me feel so good. I will say I was disappointed he didn’t submit to me first nor did he admit he was a faggot. But I try not to judge because I don’t know what he’s going through. I do want to break him in further but it seems he’s still scared of admitting he isn’t an alpha so I don’t know if you have any advice to get him more comfortable. It feels different than other fags I’ve broken in since I know he wants to serve me but I can see there’s resistance.  I’ll keep you updated with anything that happens man and I appreciate your advice here. 

I was just as disappointed in Mason’s resistance as Master James was, but unlike Master Jason, I DO know what Mason’s going through. It’s hard to accept a truth when it so deeply contradicts what you’ve believed about yourself for so long. This is especially true when it means accepting an inferior position with other Men and in life.

However, notice Master Jason’s insightful stance: “But I try not to judge because I don’t know what he’s going through.” Spoken like a true Protector Alpha!

I think Master Jason is one of the finest examples of young straight Alphahood I’ve ever encountered. He’s totally in control at all times, and he sees everything. He’s blessed with that preternatural Alpha hunting instinct, and he has the dominant intelligence to manipulate the weak into fulfilling their purpose!

Mason doesn’t yet appreciate the astounding privilege he has standing over him right now! Mason has been chosen as the personal property of a very special straight Alpha! I hope Mason comes to accept his true purpose soon and submits to the will of Master Jason!

It’s a story too good to be true that is about to get even better!

Thank you, Master Jason, for your honesty, benevolence, and kindness!

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

If you’ve been following the true stories about Master Toople’s conquests, you know that he’s a voracious breeder of faggots. He has a giant dick and balls that produce overwhelming loads, and coupled with his massive musculature he becomes a Terminator robot of relentless breeding.

But Master Toople is a true Master, and he understands the art of faggot manipulation.

Ask any faggot, and they will say the same thing – they LOVE a Master that can get inside their head and manipulate them into discovering new depths of their own submission. That’s why hypno audio/video files are so popular, and why popper drains are practically begged for by faggots in findom.

Well, Master Toople shared an experience he recently had with a faggot that started out as a non-sexual encounter.

You would like how I hynoed and overloaded one of my fags senses through just smell and sight. Like all my trained fags, he was ready to serve and worship when I arrived at the gym, but why not test his impulse, I thought. I gave him my commands; he was not to touch, feel, lick, or talk, only to see and smell.

Through the two hours gym session, I teased him. Push his head between my legs so he could smell my musk and pre and remnants of earlier loads today. Spread my legs where he hovered just under my bulge, staring right at my cock bulged out and taking in deep breaths. Looking back at my eyes and back to my bulge. Halfway, I would take out my cock and let it hang over his face, and even when my pre dripped on him, he obeyed my command not to lick. His gaze turned more and more stupefied and his breathing got more erratic, just from staring and smelling my cock for two hours.

You might be thinking, how was I able to hold back my alpha aggressiveness and virile instinct to fuck him. The very act that my cocks presence was enough to overwhelm his senses was able to keep me from pinning him on a weight bench and pile driving his throat or pussy.

I drove home. And the whole time, I had my cock free bouncing against the steering wheel, while he sat fixated at my cock. His face was already of absolutely cock drunkenness, and his panting was telling me just how much he was craving to taste, to touch my cock. But I was far from done.

I made the fag watch me while I throat fucked my house slut into a choking, spitting mess, and then an hour long onslaught of pounding his muscled pussy. I didn’t acknowledge the fags presence, didn’t look in his direction, but I knew he could not shift his sight away from where he knelt. As I had basically edged myself for three hours, the load I unleashed in my house slut was monumental. The long soft moan my house slut made when I pulled my hard cock out and my cum followed out like a flow…but my fag still remained obedient and didn’t moan out either at the sight, although I could sense he was near breaking point.

I sat down on the sofa, put on the news, and told my house slut to plug the fag and bring it in front of me. The way my house slut limped, and my cum pouring down his legs, fuck I wanted to mount him again but the fag was my plaything first. My slut obeyed me to the T, I didn’t give the fag any recognition as he knelt on a huge dildo in front of me with my cummy, dripping cock rising like a mountain in front of him.

That went on for an hour. My house slut served me some snacks and drinks, at one point I forced his head back into my cock and gave him a sloppy skull fuck but released him and told him to rest. The fag in front of me got increasingly agitated, I could hear his wet pussy squelching against the dildo as he couldn’t resist riding back on it, his panting and heaving was getting more volatile and his breath was getting hotter against my balls and cock.

Finally I looked at him. His eyes were dilated like I had used him multiple rounds, his nose was flared, his cheeks flushed red, and his mouth agape, tongue loose and drooling. His face was streaked in my constant dripping of pre and the cum from my house sluts prior breeding. But he let it smear all over, his eyes were completely locked onto my cock. I had completely broken and overloaded his sensory limits through sheer sight, smell, and presence of my cock. And he had never looked more cock hungry.

All I did was tap my cock on his face, almost covering it with my size, and he went into shakes like he was being cunted. I finally talked to him, told him if he wanted my cock. I got an incoherent moan as a reply, which meant he was already in that fagged state of being half conscious.

I didn’t even get to his throat. I slammed his huge hunky body to the floor, whipped out the dildo, and drove my cock into his clenching, begging pussy. Oh how he spasmed and weakly tossed his head. His eyes became even more unfocused, and his body jumped even more as I bored through his second cunt. He had never been more ragdolled as I choked pounded him all over my living room. He had never looked more delirious and gaped out when I pulled out after breeding him. He was a heap in the floor, barely conscious, but the most satisfied look in his face as his eyes kept rolling white.

You know me as the adrenaline, powerful breeder, but sometimes I like to indulge myself with absolutely brain fucking a fag through nothing but my presence. I finished with the fag not even an hour ago. My house slut has been servicing my cock with his throat since, and once I’m done messaging you, his cunt is going to receive a second round of pounding.

It may seem odd that a prolific breeder like Master Toople would even bother with an hours-long mind fuck session.

But here’s the thing to remember about Alphas – they love to see how their POWER and their PRESENCE alone causes people to crumble and submit! That’s why you’ll see Alphas stare into an inferior’s eyes at a bar and smile at them … they’re observing the effect of their charisma in real time.

Master Toople already knows what his cock and balls do to faggots. But he was able to enjoy the sight of this faggot getting cock drunk on just his SCENT.

That kind of power that arises simply by existing goes beyond any other kind of power!

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!

Ethan’s last update detailed his first day of sexual service to his new Owner, a black God Alpha named King Karter. That first day found him doing a lot of domestic service, capped by a lengthy, brutal throat fuck and copious feeding of his new Master’s load.

And King Karter set a timetable of a week to allow Ethan (now named #5, the fifth in-house faggot owned by him) to prepare himself to be fucked. Even as someone who has been fucked many times by huge black Alphas, this promise by King Karter sounded ominous.

All week I fielded questions from a slightly-panicked Ethan, and I tried my best to keep Ethan emotionally on-track and focused on going through with this ceremonial breeding. I feel every faggot needs to be bred by Alpha cock at least once in their life in order to actually know what it’s like to surrender that most personal gift to a superior Man. Ethan wouldn’t be complete until King Karter definitively cemented his claim on his latest faggot.

But this wasn’t to be just a fuck. King Karter set out to cunt Ethan in the most dramatic way imaginable!

Prepare yourself!

I am sorry I didn’t email you last night! I meant to email you as soon as I got back to my dorm, but I felt so tired and sore, I needed to just crash! It started yesterday morning (Saturday), I went to #3’s apartment. He said he would help me prep. # 3 helped me clean shave my faggot hole, and helped me trim everything else, and clean me out and had me fuck myself with a few medium and larger dildos, to get me ready before I came to our King’s place. Then I took some time to clean out a bit more of my pussy when I got there. He also gave me some good advice, similar to yours, “Just let him take control, and submit to him, let him do what ever he wants to your body and, just submit and be the faggot you were born to be.” I thanked him for everything he has done to help me and for introducing me to King Karter.  

I got to King Karter’s place around 11 am.  After I got changed into my cage, I went to the bathroom and cleaned out one more time. I was so nervous at this point. I took my place kneeling at his chair. He was watching TV, a movie, I think. He instructed me to do a few chores, but I had to put a large plug into myself while working. He had me do it in front of him. Fucking myself a little with it, and lick it clean and sliding it back in. After cleaning and folding some of his laundry that was left by #1 from the previous day, as well as watering the plants. I was on my knees in front of him again.

He told me that after today, I will belong to him, my body and soul. That no mater where I go, who fucked my pussy, and or if he lets me go or sells me off, he will always own me. That when I comeback from the summer break I will be whored out, like the others. That he is free to sell my pussy to any alpha that wants it. I no longer have any sex rights. Whatever sex I will ever have will be at his choice and for his benefit, and that is all.

Even though I knew all this from day one and going into becoming a faggot to an Alpha like King Karter. It almost felt more real, like there was no turning back.

I kept my eyes to the floor and said, “Yes, sir, I understand.” He pullled out his already hard cock, and I helped pull his shorts down. He had me sniff his balls and pubes for a long while. All the while he was saying degrading things like “This is the smell of a real man. A faggot like me always gets high on n*ger ball sweat.” He was right, of course. It was like a High. Higher than any drug. The more I smelled and breathed in, the more I needed him, the more submissive I got. The more I needed more of it.

He had me lick his balls and his pubes. Giving him a good tongue bath. At this point, he had the bottle under my nose periodically. Taking a few hits, then hitting his pubes and licking his balls. Then a few more hits of poppers, smelling his balls, and licking and cleaning his pubic hair. As before, he liked me to look up at him. Making eye contact, and he was talking down at me. Making sure I knew my place as his pubic hair and ball cleaner. He would slap and hit the back of my head a few times, but not very hard.

Then he had me look up at him, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue. And he hit the head of his massive dick on my tongue and slid it into my mouth. I sucked on the head for a few moments then he started fucking my mouth just like the previous time, makeing me breath around his dick. Making me choke and gag on it, this time, I could tell he was a bit rougher. Hitting my head harder and putting his hands on my throat. Asking ” Do you want this N*ger Dick?” “You want me to rape you with his fat fucking Dick don’t you FAGGOT?!” and then came another slap on the face or on the back of my head. Even though he was not starting slowly like last time. I was enjoying it. I think I enjoy the rough stuff and the degradation. I can see why you, Sam, have aways said Faggots thrive on this and crave it unlike females. We faggots are born to take the aggressive alpha male instinct and for them to use us as an outlet of their sexual aggression.

I prceeed to let him throat fuck me much like the previous week. He took me to his bedroom. He had me lie on the bed with my head hanging upside down. He throat fucked me more, this time I was gagging and choking, saliva all over my face. He called me a dirty faggot, a throat pussy, and also then started punching me in my chest, abs and balls. When he would punch my in my chest and abs, it would take the breath out of me, he would often do it as he shoved his thick dick back down my throat as deep as he could go. He then pulled out and looked at me for a moment, and got his phone and took a few pics of my face upside down, sliva all over it, and a few with his thick black dick on the side of my face looking up at the phone. I wanted to object, thinking he might post them, but I remembered #3’s and your words about just submitting. I lied there, as he took a few pictures and told me I looked like such a good cock sucking faggot, he wanted to make sure we both rembered this day. Then he took his dick and put it back in my mouth about half way I could tell he was taking a few more pictures but at this point I didn’t care much. I just sucked him in more until his balls were back on my noise and feeling his head so deep down in my gulet.

He pulled me legs up and started pulling in and out my plug, while I still was lying there getting fucked down my throat.  He told me to sit up. I sat up and looked at him. he had me clean my face and lick up all the saliva. He then had my legs in the air. While he pulled the plug in and out of my pussy. Then he would stick it in my mouth to suck on it, make sure it was all clean and then put it back into my hole, he did this about 5 or so times.

He had me take 2 bottles of poppers and hit both nostrils a 4 times and lie on my back my legs up and he lubed my pussy and his thick dick up. I put the poppers down, but he told me to keep them close. Then said, “Here we go Faggot!” and then put his dick head against my pussy hole. At first, it was not bad at all. He slid the head in fairly easily. Then it started to be harder after the first few inches. Then it started hurting. I moaned and groaned, he just said. “Take it faggot, Take that N*iger cock.” and just kept pushing into me. I did not mean to, but I think I was fighting it a bit, and he slapped me hard on my face and even punched me in the eye. I think that snapped me out of it into fighting back, and then he pushed harder. He told me to breathe hard. Breath in while he slid out. And give hard breaths out while he is pushing in my pussy.  I tried very hard to do as he was instructing, and it did get a bit better, but I still didn’t know how I can take it all, I felt like it was splitting me open, like I was as wide as I can be but he kept pushing, and it kept getting deeper and wider. I looked up at him my eyes watering and he smiled and asked me if I liked being a pussy. Even though I was in pain and didn’t know if I could finish the only words that came out of me were “Yes, Yes I love being a pussy.” and I begged him to fuck me harder.  I could hardly believe I said it, it was almost not even me that said it, it was almost subconscious since almost every fiber of my being was screaming get it out of me. It felt like my mind and body were at war. When he was so deep inside of me, it felt as if he hit a wall inside of me, then he kept fucking harder and harder, and then I felt this big POP inside my guts. I felt my eyes roll in the back of my head, and it almost felt as if I was outside my body, then with a few more slaps and pounding, I was back in but almost an out-of-body experience, like I could feel what was happening but almost like it was also to someone else. It is very hard to explain but I think you have described it like that when a fag is cunted, I have never felt anything like that it was almost spiritual in a sense.  

He started picking up the pace, fucking me harder and deeper. He told me, to say to him to fuck me, to rape me. Which I repeated louder each time. Then he said with a ferm voice ” Now say, Hit me King, Hit me hard, Hurt me, Hurt this white faggot!” I was a bit scared he slowed down, and He looked like this was a test, like I had to beg him to hurt me. My hands were shaking, and I grabbed the sheets, and I said it. I think it was too soft for him, and he told me he couldn’t hear me, so I said it louder. “Say it like You mean it Faggot, so that the world could hear it, hear what you are.” I repeated it much louder over and over again, “Hit me, King Karter,” then he back-handed me so hard it stunned me. He said “Say it again faggot!” I said it again. He back-handed me again on the other cheek. I asked him to hurt me. Then he puched me in the ribs on both sides and started fucking me so hard, it was hard to breath. He grabbed my hair and kept hitting my face with his open hand. And asked me if I want this, “Is this what you want faggot? Do you want this really?!” I kept saying, “yes, yes, please, please hurt me. Hurt this white faggot!” He kept getting harder a few times, punching with his fist in my face. All the while, I just let it happen. Even though it was hurting, it was almost like I was absorbing him into me. It is hard to say, like normally, one would think you would want to fight it off or try to run. But every blow he gave me, every time his dick slid deeper in me, it was like I was obserbing a part of him. IDK,,,, I don’t know how to explain it. I mean, I guess playing football since I was like 9, so I was very accustomed to getting hit. Maybe on some level, that helped train me or help me like it or something. idk.

He pulled out of me and told me to suck him clean and with out hesitation my mouth sucked in his dick. Sucking it and loving the taste. I could defantly taste my pussy on him. I was suprised because I thought there would be blood the way he was fucking me so hard, but there wasn’t. He had me then get in doggy position my ass almost off the bed and he slide back in this time it was not hard at all, he said my pussy was gapping now. I could only imagine what it looked like, haha. He countinued to fuck me hard, pullin my hair. And hitting my sides. I kept asking him “to fuck my pussy.”  “I needed his huge black dick” “His huge N*ger meat.” now I was opening saying it without him coaching me.  He hit me in the back of the head a few times with his fist while holding my hair. And then I was only asking for him to hit me again. I think he liked that becuse he hit me harder, and picked up the fucking pace. After a few minutes, he poped his hard dick out of my cunt and told me to get it back into my mouth,  It was like somthing took over me, somthing down deep, and it was shouting begging for him to hurt me, and fuck me!  He had me suck him clean again. He fucked my throat hard, then had me get back on my back with my legs up.

He was fucking me like before my legs on his sholders, or as wide as I could spread them. He was fucking me now with out any discomfort or restaince he was sliding into my pussy easly, and it felt so good I could feel my dick so hard in my small cage it was uncomfortable but felt so good in there at the sametime. He slapped me a few times more and punched me. He just took it and I could tell he wanted me to ask for it more so I begged for it again, for him to hurt me, and he smiles and says good faggot, and hit me harder. By now, I can feel my face starting to swell up, feel all hot, and hurt a bit, but honestly, I didn’t care at all!

He asked me if I wanted his babies inside my pussy. I said, “yes” I beggeed and begged for him to fill my pussy with his black babies. He put his hand around my neck and started choking me. Not really on my wind pipe, but more on the sides of my neck, I think I might have passed out a few times, because everything would start to get black and fuzzy, and then I would notice my body shaking and spaming all of a sudden. Then he shouted, “Ohh fuck Ohh FUCK HERE IT COMES, IM GOING TO NUT IN YOUR PUSSY FAGGOT, OOhh Fuckkk!!!” and then I could feel him pumping inside of me. I could feel it hitting my insides and filling me up. I felt my eyes roll in my head again. I don’t know if it was from the lack of blood to my brain, because he was grabbing my neck hard again, or what, but again it felt as if god himself had come into my. I guess you can say he did lol!

King then collapsed on top of me, it was hard to breathe again with all his weight on me until he was able to calm down. And lay on the bed, and pulled out of me. It felt as if I was missing something, as if he pulled my soul out of my body, and I was such an empty husk. He told me to clean him off while waving his semi hard dick. I went down immediately and pulled it in my mouth and sucked and nuserd on it. Licking it clean, sucking and licking the cunt slime and sweat and seed off his pubs. I licked and cleaned every centimeter. It tasted so good. I almost forgot the emptiness inside of me. Then he pulled me back up to his pit and had me lick and smell his left armpit. He had me suck the hair, lick it and smell it.
All the same time, he would run his right hand and his fingers through my hair. And pushing my head deeper into his armpit.

He stroked my head and hair while I sucked and sniffed while he talked to me. He said I was no longer a man. He said,  “What man would let another man do that to him?” He went on while stroking my head, “No man, No Real Man, would let another man rape him like that, would let him hurt them like that, Would suck his own cunt slime off another man’s dick like that!” “That isn’t a real man, is it?” That’s when something hit me, it felt like a train hitting me. I started thinking about my life, like my family, my friends, playing football, how I act around everyone else, my future, maybe getting married, having a “normal gay family, kids,” knowing it was all a lie, that I would never have that life any more, like everyone else. And knowing what they would think if they saw what just happened. Then it felt as if a dam broke, and I started crying. I mean, I never cry! Like, I think the last time I cried like hard like this was when I was like 8 and my dog died. But since then, I never cried. Maybe teared up a bit now and then, but never really, really cried. And to be honest, it felt just like that, like someone died. King went on. “Yes Faggot, let it out! Let your fake manhood out. You were never really a real man. Just a fake one. Think how they would all look at you now, your mom, dad, and sister. Family, friends, your teammates. They wouldn’t understand the real you. This is the Real you. The real you is just a Faggot, It’s only need is to service cock, and men!” I cried harder under his armpit, “I own you now faggot, where ever you go in life, I’m in your bloodstream, I own your faggot body and you faggot soul!, What ever man or alpha ever fucks you or breeds you or owns you, it won’t matter, this faggot will always be owned by me, will belong to me, you understand that faggot!” Now  I was balling at this point. His words felt so true, but also felt like a hot knife stabbing my soul. I know what he was saying was so true! I cried and cried, his pit hair soaked in my tears. Like on cue he knew what I was thinking becuse after that he said, “That part of you that thought you were a real man, is dead now, he never really exsted he was a lie, a dead lie now, because, a real man would not let another man hit him, fuck his throat, his pussy, put a cage on his dick and dink his piss… No only faggots do that don’t they. And that is what you are, aren’t you! A Real Faggot!” I did not answer him, just nodded under his arm, and cried. He kept stroking my hair. I felt like I had a hole in my heart, in my soul, and I wanted him to fill it. All I could do was smell his scent, which almost filled that missing piece. As I calmed down he pulled me to his left peck and I sucked on it almost like nursing on it like a new born baby would to his mother. Then I could feel it, it was almost a second birth. I shuddered and spasmed. He was rubbing my back and my chest, pinching my nipples, and my face, and he had me look up at him. My eyes were almost swollen shut, well, my left side felt like it. I looked up, he wiped some of my tears on his fingers and started to lick them off, like drinking my tears, and I felt so close to him, I lay there for a few moments.

Then he got up, he told me almost coldly, like we did not share that moment, like it was all business again. He said he was going to take a shower. That I was to clean myself up, wash my body, and then strip the bed, and put it in the clothes hamper. That #1 would be there tonight to clean it. I felt so hurt like I didn’t want him to leave, like he was ripping out of my cunt again, and agian I felt so empty. He went into the shower and closed the door. I felt the empty part again, and I looked down. There was cum all over my stomach and chest. I was in such shock! I knew he came inside of me, in my pussy and at first I could not understand whos cum that was. Then I realized it must have been mine! I did not even reamber cumming. I don’t know when I did it, was it while he was fucking me, or when I was in his armpit? I was confused. But licked it up! Which got me the idea, I wanted to tast his cum so u fingered myself pushing deep inside of me and pulling as much out as I could, I put it to my mouth and sucked and sucked it tasted so good!

I did as he commanded and pulled the sheets off and cleaned up, and I uncadged myself, and got dressed. As I was finished dressing, I could hear the shower stop. Part of me wanted to stay there to see if he wanted anything else, but I thought my orders were clear and I had better go.

It takes me about 45 minutes to an hour to drive back to the dorm.  I never even turned on my phone to listen to music. I just sat there in silence.  When I was about 3/4 of the way there, I was thinking about everything that happened. Then all of a sudden it felt like I was back in his bed, under his armpit, and it felt like a big rush. I started crying again. Like a hit in the gut! Maybe not as hard as before, but still hard. I could not stop and hold it in again. I had to drive to a Target parking lot. I parked on the outside, far away from other cars. I sat there crying hard, all the feelings came back, that feeling of loss. That I will never have the life that I thought I would have, that my family wanted me to have, like having a family, being in a normal relationship (even though they thought it would be a heterosexual one) How would my family, my mom, dad, my cousins would look at me, my freinds they would never understand. What I really was. I felt like I lied all my life, and I know I guess I did. It just felt like this huge, huge, tremendous loss, like a part of my heart died that day, that afternoon.

Then, when I was starting to calm down again, after about 20 minutes, I realized my fag dick was so Rock hard in my sweats. Like my dick was harder then it ever had been, almost hurting hard. Straining, it felt so hard! I quickly pulled it out and started betting off! I shoved my fingers under me, up my hole and just imagined Kings dick inside of me again, fucking me again. I did not even think about anyone seeing me, good thing I parked away from every other cars, because I had no other thoughts at the time. I was fingering my cunt so deep, 3 fingers in and deep, and jerking!  All I could do was think of him on top of me. fucking the shit out of me hitting me, Using me and calling me names saying the most awful things about me. I even pressed my hand on my face, and slapped myself a bit, even though it hurt because it was swollen. But it didn’t matter, it just all took me back to him, and I shot a huge! HUGE! Shoot of cum all over the steering wheel and dashboard, and some even hit the whindsheild. I calmed down again, I felt so fulfilled, like this was who and what I was truly meant to be. I was so content. After a minute, I pulled up my pants and cleaned up, and started to drive off out of the parking lot.  At the light, just as you leave, I sat there. I debated whether or not I should go back to King Karters’ place. I wanted to go back so badly. It was like a magnetic pull, pulling me to him. But at the last minute, I remembered that he said to clean up and go. He did not need my services anymore. I had to fight myself on turning right instead of left. And went back to the dorm. Do you think I made the right decision? Or should I have gone back? I just felt so much that I should be back there. But I followed his orders.

I got back. I texted # 3 as soon as I got back, but he was working, so I had to wait until this morning to talk to him. I also had intended to email you as soon as I got home, but I was so tired and sore, I needed to go to bed, and didn’t have a chance until this afternoon.

This is about as extraordinary of an account of cunting as I’ve ever read (and maybe anyone has ever experienced!). It’s pretty clear that King Karter knows EXACTLY what he’s doing when he fucks faggots!

I must say that King Karter has his faggots trained very well. I loved that #3 took the time to help Ethan prep for his cunting session! Faggot cooperation in a house doesn’t always happen naturally. It’s clear that all of the faggots belonging to King Karter obey him to the letter!

As described by Ethan, King Karter has expert technique when it comes to manipulating the faggot into a position (physically and mentally) to be penetrated and used. It was perfect the way King Karter kept talking to Ethan and keeping him distracted while at the same time getting his giant dick lubed up for fucking.

Like many black Alphas, King Karter predictably loves lots of verbal (and race play). Race play is good to use on a faggot because it shocks them and makes them off-balance. We are naturally scared to call a black Alpha a “nigger”, so it’s hard to do. But this tremolo of fear makes the fuck even more intense.

I was quite upset at how badly King Karter beat Ethan during the fuck. I’m sure I understand why Ethan needs to be punched in the eyes to the point of nearly being swollen shut, especially when he’s severely vulnerable. But of course, I’m not a Man nor an Alpha, and I’m not violent in any way. How could I understand? I just wish it didn’t need to happen.

The cunting itself was almost textbook: Ethan’s shaking, the inner convulsions, the spontaneous orgasm, the delirium, and the dramatic bursting into tears.

What was most beautiful was the aftercare King Karter provided Ethan in those moments after the cunting. He anticipated it! By allowing his newly-cunted faggot to comfort itself in the scent of his armpit, King Karter proved what a skilled and intelligent Master he truly is!

Ethan had a few post-cunting questions for me:

My first question: Why didn’t I feel it when I came? This was the first time I came in chastity, so I don’t know if that is what made it feel different or when a faggot is cunted does cumming feel different then just jerking off?

The answer to this question involves the involuntary clenching of muscles while having the internal orgasm common during cunting. In that moment, a faggot is only half-present/conscious, so an orgasm is the last thing on the faggot’s mind. When there is such profound sensory overload, the ruined ejaculate of a faggot’s cock is the last thing anybody’s thinking about!

Sam, the other question is about aftercare. Is it normal for faggots to cry like that and so hard. Also, why did I need to cry again when I was driving home? Did I not let it all out while I was with my King? Was I holding back from him? Do you think I got it all out now? I think I got it all out, especially the second time. But I thought so the first time, too. Was there something I was missing or lacking? Do you think I will act like that all the time or at least the first few times? I do not want to seem like an even weaker faggot then I already am in front of my King?

Thank you, Sam!
-#5

Ethan’s sudden outburst of tears is a common side-effect of cunting. King Karter anticipated it, and provided aftercare. In other words, I don’t think it offends King Karter at all.

The theories around why faggots cry once they’re cunted are many and varied. I felt like crying after it happened to me the first time mainly because it scared me so much that I felt a breathless exhilaration. Other faggots have expressed feeling overwhelming gratitude for the gift of being cunted and that feeling made them cry. Some have said that they cried over the fact that they can never go back and be a Man ever again.

Like I said, every faggot comes away with a different perspective!

As I was writing this, Ethan wrote to me and said the following:

I have also been thinking about it all today. I think another reason I was emotional was that I finally felt like I belonged somewhere and to someone, like I don’t have to worry about anything anymore. Like, he will take the responsibility off my hands. Help me make choices such as making sure I am on Prep and to stay in school and get the best education. Even though most people would say they would not want someone to tell them what to do or who and when to have sex with, like I don’t have to worry about it.  About getting turned down. or having to date someone that I always fight with. And I feel like he will take care of me. #3 told me since meeting King, his life is so much clearer, and he has a lot less stress because he leaves most big decisions in his life to King Karter, and #3 says he always knows the best answers to solve a problem. King Karter will make the distinctions for me, and I think that makes it life a bit easier. I know some people would not understand. In a way, it also helps take some pressure off me, you know. I think that was another part of it, too. 

Is it normal for someone to cry twice like I did? Why do you think I had that reaction so much later on? And do you think that part is over? I won’t be emotional like that every time, right? I think  I am still processing it, even though it was a few days ago. Every time I do, I have this strong need to go back there and get on my knees for him, but  I am not scheduled to do it. until this weekend.  

Thanks, Sam, I didn’t think it was such mind mind-blowing account. I thought you would have heard almost everything by now. 

I think Ethan makes a great point here. Faggots are not really designed to be autonomous and thinking for themselves. There is a lot of pressure on a free-range faggot, pressure it is not capable of handling well. Having a Master as capable as King Karter provides a faggot like Ethan security and direction.

Ethan asks if this kind of crying is “normal”. When it comes to cunting, one must toss “normal” aside! The most important aspect of being cunted is that the faggot loses itself and surrenders to the “normal” sensations of its body in that moment.

Cunting is something deeply intimate that a Master shares with his faggot, and a faggot shares with its Master. An Alpha that cunts his faggot reaches the deepest part of his faggot and plucks a string inside it, setting off a chain reaction of wondrously harmonious music that cascades through the faggot’s body and mind and releases all of the treasures hidden within.

Like a musical lock, picked by an Alpha’s cock.

Last Saturday, King Karter emptied Ethan’s vault in the most dramatic of ways!

The following post is part of a thread following Master Simon, a divorced Alpha father raising three teen Alpha sons and teaching them about Hierarchy! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Over the years I’ve covered multiple stories of Alpha fathers raising Alpha and faggot sons. I’ve always maintained that, because hierarchy is a natural process, it’s only natural for fathers who have experienced hierarchy in their lives to be keen to pass that knowledge onto their sons. This type of hierarchical grooming gives these sons a huge advantage over other boys their age.

Yet I keep getting shit for covering this phenomenon, even though the preponderance of the evidence shows I’m right! So to those judgmental critics out there, I kindly say: GO FUCK YOURSELVES. I’m going to keep teaching the truth, and leave your sorry asses in darkness!

The latest example of familial hierarchical grooming comes from an Alpha father named Master Simon. He was reading about the recent stories here regarding the rise of teen Alphas like Master Lucas, and felt compelled to share his story as well.

Let’s read what he wrote, and then we’ll discuss:

Hey I am an alpha and a father i have three wonderful sons but i have left my wife after she cheated on me.

I used to use faggots before i met my wife and after a while she told me she was pregnant and i decided to stop using them for a while to focus on being a father. Flash forward 15 years and my wife cheats. I kicked her out the house. Flash forward another two years my sons are now ages 17 and 15 (the 17-year-olds are twins) and all are alphas like their father. I started using faggots again shortly after my wife left me and I have been open about it with my sons and encouraged them to pursue faggots to use in school. I now have found a fag (age 25) who is able to come in and live as a live in fag for me.

But my question: is it okay for me to share a fag with my sons or is that too immoral and weird?

So the first question really involves WHY Alpha fathers are so adamant in sharing the truth about faggots with their Alpha sons? It really comes down to a father wanting the best for his sons. He wants his sons to be predators, to be Kings, to have the inner permission to take whatever they want. An Alpha father who has benefitted from the use and service of faggots naturally wants that benefit for any of his sons.

That’s the motivation behind Master Simon’s mentorship of his sons. Personally, I just think it’s healthy that he’s honest with his sons about his own use of faggots. If nothing else, he’ll be leading an honest life that by itself serves as a good example.

As far as allowing his sons to use his new live-in faggot, of course there’s nothing wrong with that. Faggots exist to serve, and these three teen Alphas exist to conquer and breed just like their father.

But Master Simon was about to find out some shocking information about his sons:

The 25 year old I found at the gym. I noticed he staring a lot at me and after I went to take a shower he followed me and kept eyeing me in the shower. That’s how i knew what to do, so I told him know I what he is and said that we should go out for lunch after the gym (he paid ofc) and then I invited him home while the boys were at school and I think you know the rest.

The boys reaction to me talking about it with them was mixed. The twins told me they have been using fags at school already, but they did not know about hierarchy … they just did what came naturally to them. The 15 year old told me he felt better and bigger than most guys in his class.

I then did something shameful must confess. I don’t know why I did it, but I asked my sons to show me their dicks and compare them in front of me. I guess I wanted to get some sort of dick hierarchy in the house. I know it’s dumb and childish.

And for why I think he would be a live in fag is because I need one since I left my wife the house work has been left for me and I feel that is not the work for an alpha so I asked him about it and he said yes.

That was pretty surprising about the twins already using faggots together, just spurred on by instinct. But Master Simon’s dick-measuring contest with his Alpha sons really took me aback. I’m not a huge advocate of making dick size a really important topic for Alphas to worry about, but I realize among Alphas this is a big deal.

So I asked Master Simon for more detail on this.

Yes the twins used faggots together. They said they use one guy for blow jobs and to do their homework. They said it came naturally but they hid it from me out of fear of me being mad. Little did they know they made me proud!

And for the 15 year old, I don’t know how his mind works. I just know he told me he felt he was just better, but I think he just doesn’t fully understand how he feels yet but idk.

And I was very impressed by their sizes, but I was also taken aback by how my 15 year old son was bigger than me. But I also had a conversation about how size is not everything and to not think much about it.

The twins face fucking a faggot together sounds like straight-up porn stuff, doesn’t it? Of course, kids these days have easy access to any kind of porn they want, so they’re naturally more advanced in terms of fantasy fulfillment!

And I guess Master Simon’s dick-check exposed why the 15-year-old felt like he was “bigger and better” than other males!

So it should be obvious to anyone lurking here that Alphahood is a real condition, one that moves Alpha fathers to make choices for their sons that inferior people cannot understand or accept. But it isn’t anyone’s place to judge these superior Men. They are simply trying to feed their powerful sons all of the knowledge they can so that their sons can go out and conquer the world!

So I applaud Master Simon for being so open and honest with his Alpha sons!

Yo I’ve been in the alpha scene for around 2 years and was thinking about making one of my friends serve me. First I wanna say thanks for the page, when the first guy showed me it I was skeptical but since then owning subs has made my college life so much easier. I’ve made a couple guys serve me since then but never tried on a friend. Was wondering if you had any advice to make it chill since he’s my friend but I’ve noticed he always stares at my bulge, grabs my muscles jokingly, and I swear I saw him take one of my used gym tanks before so I feel like I’m correct. I don’t wanna offend him but I think it would be hot to have an athletic looking guy serving me any advice?

Sir, thank you so much for writing to me! Once again, I’m blown away by the long-term effects of my work here! I’m glad to see that you’re experiencing the very real power of hierarchical truth, and all the blessings it holds for Alphas like yourself! 

Congratulations on being able to apply those principles to actually claim a couple of faggots on your own! I love that! It tells me you’re an Alpha who likes to confidently take action, and doesn’t care what others might think about how you conduct your business! Those are all terrific (and vital) qualities for any true Alpha, Sir! 

I’m telling you right now, Sir – if you’re seeing those signs from this friend, he is definitely a faggot. It’s especially true if he did indeed steal articles of soiled clothing from you; faggots are notoriously-compulsive thieves of such items! That’s the sign of a faggot in heat, when its raging hormones are overriding its brain. 

I’ll give you two ways you can get this faggot to submit to you, Sir. One is more direct that the other, but both will involve you getting him to admit he’s a faggot and you telling him that you want to own him. 

SUBTLE APPROACH: Next time you’re with him, take your shoes off and ask him to rub your feet. He might try to playfully object; if he does, then revert to the direct method below. However, I think the faggot won’t be able to resist this offer. Once he is massaging your feet, compliment him and also give him some direction in order to see how he responds. Then say something like, “You like making me feel good, don’t you?” (you’re trying to draw out his ability to express his desire). Then ask: “Why is that?” (No matter what bullshit answer he gives you) you say: “No, it’s because you’re a faggot, right?” Then make him look you in the eye and say: “Yes Sir, I’m a faggot.” Tell him “good boy”, then have him worship your feet before going through the scent training I outline in the direct approach below. 

DIRECT APPROACH: When you’re together, tell him to stand in the middle of the room with you. Then order him to kneel and kiss your feet. He might balk at that, but remain firm. When he does this, tell him “good boy” and talk to him while you take off your shirt. Tell him you knew he was a faggot for a while, and then ask him, “So what are you?” and make him say it loudly “I am a faggot.” Tell him “good boy” when he obeys. Repeat this several times. Then tell him to stand. Lift up an armpit and make him start sniffing and licking your armpit. Repeat this with the other armpit. Tell him “good boy” and even talk dirty and degradingly to him. Then have him kneel so he can be scent trained on your cock/balls as well. Same techniques here. Start by scent training through your underwear, and if you choose, you can pull your underwear down and make him service you directly. By the time you get the faggot to this point, he will do literally anything you command, Sir.

Hopefully you can see how either of these techniques combine verbal commands designed to get into the faggot’s mind while also using the powers of your Alpha body to force the faggot to accept its proper place. 

I’m looking forward to hearing more about how this progresses, Sir! You are welcome to write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com if you’d like! Thank you, Sir! 

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