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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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 was worried that it might be a while before his new Master, King Karter, used him sexually. The other house faggots of King Karter had pretty much told him to be patient.

But my experiences with black Alphas told me something else. I figured King Karter would want to try out his new property as soon as possible!

Guess who was right?

Ethan send me a breathless email detailing his first sexual experience with this hung, dominant God Alpha. Turns out, he was breathless for a reason!

Hi Sam!
I am sorry for not e-mailing sooner. I have been so busy with classes and getting ready for finals, working out at the gym, and now serving King. I have not had time to sit down and tell you what has happened! I didn’t even remember not emailing you until King asked if I had told you what happened because he had not seen a post from me on your site. (I think he is checking up on me 🙂 ) I went for my scheduled time to clean and help with the cooking. He was at his place last Thursday evening, he is not always there when I am, but he was this time. I got on my knees in front of him, looking at the floor, and asked for permission to speak with him. (Which is the way we need to ask if we need to speak in his presence.)

I took your advice, and you were, right of course! King Karter and his superior mind know exactly what to do. He even said he knew this would come up and had already had a plan for me. King said, “I know you would have to go home this summer but after next year I would like you to move here permanently, maybe even move in with #3.” I was so happy that he still wanted me to serve him, and be with my brother faggots. When I emailed you last, I was nervous he would not want me or would think I wanted to leave, which was not the case.  I would have to go home and talk to my family about moving in with some friends from school.  I think they would be ok with it, so I will have to talk to them about it, but right now, I will still be in the dorms next year.

King also had some ways to keep me in my faggot mind under his control. It will be some of the same ways he takes command of #2 and 4. I will have to check in with him 2-3 times a week. I must be naked and caged on while on FaceTime. I must keep doing Poppers trainings, and sometimes while facetiming with him. I must keep up my practice with my dildos, also while on FaceTime. And, I must still keep submiting my fag tax on a bi weekly basses. I did tell him I still did not want to be recorded, and he said he would honor that for now, and he would not record while I was Face-timing him. I also said I would have to find times when no one was home or maybe late at night, as my mom lives in a 3-bedroom apartment, and it will be hard to keep her and my sister from hearing me. He understood but told me if he requests a meeting, he will get one, and I replied, “Yes, sir, I understand.”

He will gave me two cock cadges to bring home and will have me buy 2 more specific dildos, ones closer to his massive cock. Which I found out then was about 7.5″ soft and 9″ long, hard, and about just under 4″thick.

He then started petting me on the head with one hand, like a pet dog, and told me that he valued my service and my commitment to him, and started rubbing his cock in his shorts with the other hand. He had me get a bottle of poppers from the shelf. And kneel in front of him. His big dark skined dick was already out when I returned and getting hard. I knelt back down and looked up at him. He took the bottle and had me take 4 big hits, 2 in each nostril. Then had had me sniff this pubs and balls and shaft again, all the time while his King dick was grown next to my face. He would have me repeat, me hitting and smelling him a few times. I could feel the heat and power from his massive dick. He asked if I wanted a taste this time, I said I would be so honored and I would love it more than anything, I begged him, “Please King, please can I taste your thick dark dick!” “Your Big Black Cock!” He likes race play, # 3, and #1 told me to really play into that, so I was!

After licking the sides of the shaft up and down about 10 times on each side. He had me just put the head in my mouth. I was to lick and nurse on it, like a baby on a tit. All the while, he had me keep looking up at him; he liked me looking up at him and keep eye contact, and he slowly slid it down my throat. And started to fuck my mouth. I was a bit nervuse he was going to be as hard on me as he was with #1 the last time I watch him throat fuck #1. But he was slow at first. I think he wanted me to get used to it.

At first, I was only getting about half in. He had me hit a lot more poppers as I was sucking him off. I would pull off, and he would hold the bottle under my nose. Then he would fuck my mouth harder and longer, each time pushing my head farther down. He would hold my head and make me gag hard on him. I have sucked about 15 dicks, before from Grinder, but his was longer and thicker then any I have sucked before. This was the first black cock I was also sucking, I have never sucked black cock before! It was thicker, stronger, and harder then any white cock I have sucked and serviced, before!  King kept pushing my head deeper down on his dick, it was in my throat and I was gagging a lot. All the while, he kept commanding me to look up at him and keep eye contact. My eyes were watering a lot, almost crying.

At this point, it was hard to breathe easily, and I was gasping for breath. He would take his dick out of my mouth or pull it out about half way to let me take a breath. He then would have me look up at him and make me say “I’m a White Faggot!” ” I am a Faggot cocksucker.”  ” I love Black Cock (in my mouth).”   over and over, with his cock in my mouth. He laughed and really got a kick out of that. Sometimes, it was so deep in my throat, it just sounded like gargling.

Now he was fucking me harder now and using my hair as like handles pulling me up and down on his cock! He was starting to get rougher, I have never had a alpha fuck me like this, this far down my throat. It was hard to breathe. He had me practice learning how to breath around his thick cock in my mouth and down my throat. At first, it was hard; I was almost hyperventilating and gasping for air. Then I got to understand his rhythm, and he would keep it so I could breathe. When I would suck air in, I could not just smell him and his cock, but it alomst felt like I was sucking in his Alphahood. Now that I had a rytham, he had me take it down so far I had to put my nose in his pubs. He kept me there for so long, I was trying to pull away, I think it was just my body. I tried desperately to fight it, but I felt like I was going to pass out! I tried so hard to breath around his thick dick in my air way but it was to hard, I was almost was puking at that point that he let me go. I was puking a lot of bile and saliva.

He was going harder now, almost how you discrbe Cunting but in my throat. He was cunting my throat for real. But now he would only let me off about half his dick, and kept the other half in my mouth and down my throat to breath. He kept fucking me like this, for about 5 minutes and hitting the back of my head a few times, slapping me on the face with his hand and cock.

Then he started to speed up. Keeping me down on his pubs longer and longer, I almost passed out a few times.  Then he pulled out and shouted,  ” Dink my Black seed Faggot!”  He then shot two huge ropes or cum all over my face and tongue, and then quickly shoved it deep down my throat again. So far down my nose was in his pubs again. He then proceeded to pump about 3 or 4 more hot loads in me. It felt like it was hitting the inside of my upper chest; I could not feel it in my mouth, just sliding down my esophagus. Then when he calmed down he pulled me off and wiped my cum covered face with his is thick black cock, wipping all the cum, saliva and sweat all over. He said “You have a good faggot face, with all that cum on it like that!” I felt so proud and wanted in that moment! His seed tasted so strong, I don’t know, is it because he is a black Alpha? Is that why it tastes so strong, or because he was a real alpha? He tasts diffrent from the other men I’ve sucked off, mostly stronger, more potent, better then the others.

He just sat there, in his chair, while I knelt between his legs, smelling his pubes and crotch. He smelled like heaven, the best smell I could smell in my life!

After a while, He said he needed to take a piss, and told me I was thrursty. I was a bit nervous knowing what would come next, what he wanted. But I did not fail him, I said with a smile, “Yes, sir.” I wanted to show him how gratful I was that I got to suck him off. Even though I was not looking forward to it, I know it was one of my duties.

He took me into the bathroom where I was to sit in the tub and look up at him. He pointed the head of his dick at my face and told me to open my mouth and drink as much as I can, he would stop a few times to let me swallow, and I did. He put out a long, heavy stream, and I flinched at first, trying to fight that instinct to pull away. I had to fight hard as it filled my mouth. It was a very strong flavor, I struggled at first to swallow it down when he stopped the stream. I gagged and almost puked a few times, He slapped the back of my head, and shouted at me that I better not puke up his cum, or I will get a beating for wasting it. It was very hard not to, but I held it in as best as I could. He told me to open back up and hit me with another hot stream. I don’t like hot or warm drinks much, but I tried to imagine in my head that it was like tea. That I think helped a bit. And by the third time, my mouth was full, I didn’t mind it at all, I started to like it even. I think I liked it, not for the taste. But for the fact that it was a humiliating aspect, that it made me feel like I was a subhuman. Like a thing like a urinal under him. Getting the privilege to drink what was coming out of his dick. I think that mindset helped me like it a lot. The 5th mouthful was not much, and some went over my face and in my hair. I liked it, and I almost felt sad it was ending. Is this a common reaction that faggots have to things like piss or other things that they might not want to do at first? In some way, I am kinda looking forward to drinking it again, and in some ways, I wouldn’t mind if he didn’t. It’s weird.

He told me I could not wash him off (my body) until I got back to my dorm. Which was super scary because I was afraid someone would see me, talk to me and smell his piss and cum on me. But I made it back and ran into the shower. Even though part of me didn’t want to wash it off. I could still smell him and his piss and cum on my body. However, I was too scared that someone would smell it too.

This happened on Thursday. He texted me today, asking if I had told you yet, and telling me to come to his place Saturday afternoon. I am not allowed to eat anything about 12 hours before, and I must clean myself out as best as I can before coming. But I will have time to clean out there. I also must fuck myself everyday this week for at least 1-2 hours a day. I am pretty sure he’s is going to cunt me. I am very scared and also so excited at the same time. (probably a little more scared though, as I don’t want to disappoint him, because it’s my first time. And I know he will be very rough the first time.) I did ask him if he liked my service on Thursday. He said, “Yes, Not bad!” He could tell I had sucked cock before and I was a natural cock sucking faggot, but he said my technique will get better when you suck more black cocks. “But not bad for a good cocksucking faggot!”  Even though I was not the best cock sucking faggot he had, I felt good with his answer, it makes me feel like a good faggot! Even thought my throat was very sore for a few days and it was hard to talk.

This is practically a textbook example of how to claim and train a faggot cocksucker. King Karter’s control is quite obvious from Ethan’s words above. It’s great that he took firm control of Ethan’s head and forced his giant dick down Ethan’s throat! Far too many faggots, when confronted by huge dicks, rely on hand manipulation of the shaft while focusing their mouth on the head. While certainly easier, it doesn’t teach the faggot any advanced skills. King Karter was doing Ethan a huge favor by training him to open his throat and hunger for the entire length of his black meat inside him.

I wanted to take a moment to answer a couple of Ethan’s questions.

In the body of the story above Ethan asked why black Alpha cum tastes stronger than the cum of other Men. This is something I’ve experienced as well, and I can’t say that I’ve ever found a definitive answer on it. I’m probably biased when I say that I do think black Alphas are superior to other Men, and their sexual prowess/fertility is probably tied to stronger, more nutrient-rich sperm/semen. But that’s just a guess.

Ethan also asked: Sam, why do Alphas always want us to look up at them while we suck them? Why do they like the eye contact?

This one is easier to answer. There are two primary reasons why they want us to look into their eyes when we’re sucking them. (1) They want to see the level of desire in their cocksucker’s eyes, and (2) they want to see the amount of struggle in the faggot’s eyes. Either way, it’s a power move.

I’m so impressed not only by my brother Ethan, but also by King Karter! I wish we had more actual black Masters who understand how to take ownership of faggots and dedicate time to training!

I think Ethan is about to be cunted by King Karter! Can’t wait to hear how that goes!!!

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!

Much like the previous version of this site (FagsWorshipAlphas), there are God Alphas always hovering over HierarchyUniversity.com. They watch carefully, studying what I say here and thoughtfully consider the comments and experiences left here by others. When necessary, they make their opinions known to me if they think I need adjustment or encouragement. It’s a presence I’ve always felt and appreciated, even if it caused me some level of anxiety. As a faggot, I desperately want to please these greatest Men and make them proud.

One of my favorite God Alpha mentors is the glorious Asian Alpha Master Toople. He always has an opinion about Hierarchy given the fact that he’s been a leader and breeder in it for so many years now. He and I have had many productive and enlightening conversations about aspects of hierarchy and the ownership of faggots since my return last year, and I consider him to be one of my most cherished and vital voices.

He read THIS POST about the experience of a faggot named Tyler and two very different Alphas, and it definitely triggered him to write about it. Here’s what Master Toople had to say:

I saw your post about Steve and Tyler and wanted to comment. Adam is no Alpha. Or if he is, he is a pre-alpha, with much to learn. As much as I enjoy the service of my fags and sluts, and revel in the physically and aggressively overpowering them into limp ragdolls, they are never worthless to me.

My sluts and fags have placed their trust in me to control, own, and master them. That is not just merely my right, but also my responsibility. As much as I have the alpha need to dominate and demand worship, there is also the masculine drive to protect what is mine. To ensure that there is no doubt or regret in their body or mind that they are MINE to be used. Each brutal takedown. Each powerful rutting. Each ruthless breeding. I know my own monstrous strength and libido, and how brutishly demanding it is on my fags to take my colossal cock and aggressive physical pounding of their bodies and holes. I take pride in overwhelming them, and rewarding their service with satisfying my alpha ardor inside of them.

I was born to rule. To be worshipped. To subjugate and own through my intensity and power. But with that power comes responsibilities. Cunting out my fags means I have accepted their service, and with that, guiding them to my aspect of god alphahood.

That’s what I wanted to say. These are things I didn’t think needed to be put into words. It is as natural to me as breathing, as natural as my cock belongs inside a warm snug hole, as natural as depositing my seed in inferior fags. Natural born alphas and those of us who sit at the top instinctively understand it.

I love the fact that Master Toople appreciates the responsibility Alphas (particularly God Alphas) have for their faggots. Whether the Alpha is gay or straight is immaterial. Any Alpha who owns and uses faggots has a responsibility to train, guide, discipline, and comfort them.

It’s easy for an irresponsible Man to use an inferior and toss it away. But it takes something more for a Man to consider the needs of the weak inferiors they’re using, to make them better, to comfort them if they’re hurt through use, to make them feel like valued property.

Master Toople is a foremost user of faggots. He fucks and breeds faggots the way hurricanes crush cities, and nobody would ever dispute that he has the right to do so given his God Alpha status.

But he personally places responsibility upon himself to care for his faggots, to train them and comfort them. He recognizes that he is strong where they are weak, and like any superhero would do, he steps in to right wrongs and lift up the broken.

I really wish more Alphas understood this concept as well as Master Toople does! Taking responsibility as the leader and owner of faggots (or females) should always be the most important aspect of being both an Alpha and a Man!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of an Alpha named Moby who has slowly ascended to become the Master of Johnny, his submissive boyfriend of two years. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

As someone who has been teaching Hierarchy online day and night for most of ten years, I’ve been frustrated by the persistent emphasis on the fetishistic and the aggressiveness of the movement. Yes, I know it’s hot … but so much more is possible. I know, because I’ve been fortunate to experience those deeper levels, and I’ve always endeavored to feature true stories that go beyond the surface hierarchical power dynamics.

My brother Johnny has been in a relationship with his boyfriend Moby for two years, and over that time Moby has become more dominant while Johnny has likewise developed submissively. Master Moby has been methodical in his claiming of Johnny, leading him step by step down the inevitable path to his final purpose as Master Moby’s prized and beloved faggot.

I know little about the full extent of this process, but what I’ve seen has been glorious.

Here’s Johnny’s beautiful new update:

Hi Sam,

It’s been a few weeks since I last wrote, and so much has changed—in the best, kinkiest ways possible. I really appreciate your response and feedback. You encouraged me to accept Moby’s offer and explore things further.

Moby and I have been diving deeper into our dynamic. He’s taken a more guiding hand in shaping how I see myself and my body—and honestly? I’ve never felt more seen. Now all of my focus is on His cock. Although I’m still as horny as I ever was before (if not more so), I think I’m slowly finding other outlets to express my pent-up horniness. One of the newest things He introduced was laser hair removal. He thought it would help me feel even more like the soft, submissive boy I’m becoming for Him. So, with my full excitement (and nerves), we started the process. Legs, stomach, butt, pubes—everything below the eyebrows and above the neck—it’s all smooth now. After the third session, I caught myself admiring the mirror. I looked… owned. And I loved it. There’s no hair left. It almost makes me look prepubescent now.

The chastity cage has become a constant now. We’ve made it a little ritual: every couple of days when we shower together, Moby unlocks me, takes His time washing me with these slow, deliberate strokes, calling my locked-up penis my “nub”—a word that’s strangely grown on me. At first, it made me blush with embarrassment. But now, when He looks me in the eyes and says, “My sweet little nub doesn’t need attention,” I melt. It’s not degrading—it’s affirming. He knows how I want to be seen even when I don’t.

I’ve even started using numbing cream sometimes before locking back up—at Moby’s suggestion. It takes the edge off the ache, dulls the need a little. Makes me forget my dick entirely. And when I forget it, all I think about is Him. His pleasure. His body. His control. The few times when Moby unlocks me for a cleaning now, it almost feels uncomfortable. My…nub…has started to feel so sensitive, especially when the streams of water hit it from the shower head. I almost start begging Moby to put the cage back on right away so that things feel “normal” again.

There was one morning, after showering together, that Moby decided to leave the cage off to 1) let my nub breathe a bit, and 2) He had ordered a new, smaller cage which was going to arrive later that evening. He noticed a few days prior that I wasn’t completely filling in my previous cage which would cause my nub to grow semi-hard and cause me pain. He decided a smaller chastity cage would do me better. I remember feeling SO uncomfortable that entire day until the new cage arrived. It was extremely overstimulating feeling my dick rub against the inside of my briefs underwear—something I haven’t felt in a long time. I took a sigh of relief when Moby finally slipped the new cage on. I was at home again,

Moby also surprised me with something wild—a make-a-willy replica of Himself. An exact silicone version of His dick, down to every curve and vein. He handed it to me with a smirk and said, “Now you have something of Me to keep you company when I’m busy and gone.” It’s become my new favorite thing. When I’m desperate and horny, I’ll lie down on the bed, put my legs up, lube up my hole, and slide it in—imagining Him on top of me, whispering all the filthy things He’d say. And yeah… sometimes I get so wound up, my body will tremble and leak a bit, like it’s trying to cum without permission. It’s never quite satisfying, but that edge? That ache? It keeps me hungry for Him.

We’ve grown more comfortable leaning into the fantasy—roles, rituals, expectations. Moby has encouraged me to sit down when I pee now. That’s the only way I’m allowed to pee at home and out in public. It felt strange at first, but now it feels right. Intimate, even. He’ll sometimes come into the bathroom while I’m sitting there, kiss my neck, or murmur something teasing in my ear. And sometimes—this part is so hot—he’ll stand right in front of me, unzip, pull out His plump, flaccid cock and pee into the toilet between my spread legs. Never on me, never without my consent. Just a quiet display of dominance, this unspoken moment where I sit and submit while He stands and releases, and I look up at Him and feel… so perfectly beneath Him in the best way as I listen to his pee hit the pool of water in the bowl—something I can no longer do.

I have to confess something that happened one of the last times that Moby did that. After He was done pissing, and before He put His cock away, Moby stood there for a bit with His penis dangling in front of my mouth. Almost teasing me. There was a drop of urine still hanging onto the tip of His dick. It made me feel…some sort of way. Moby must have noticed me staring because He looked me in the eye, nodded His head as if to say, “It’s alright, go ahead,” and I leaned forward and gently wrapped my mouth around the glands of His penis and sucked that last drop of pee off. I felt a tingle go down my spine. It tasted slightly salty but surprisingly better than I had imagined. He zipped up, gave me a smirk, a pat on the head and walked off.

That whole day He didn’t fuck me, and it drove me crazy. That night when I sat down to pee again, Moby walked into the bathroom and just looked at me and my locked nub. It was a kind of look that I hadn’t seen on His face before. I felt exposed. It made my stomach churn in the best way possible. He got closer, slowly began unbuckling His pants—still staring at me. He slid His pants down to His feet, then His boxers, and His cock flopped out. His dick was soft but looking somewhat plump. He bent down to my ear and whispered, “I chugged a ton of water and have been needing to piss so bad for the past 3 hours, baby. Do you wanna be my good boy and be my urinal?” I froze for a second not knowing how to respond. He had never asked that before. I filled with confusion and excitement. All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.”

He gently put His hand on the back of my head and pulled me in. He first slid the tip of His cock into my mouth and then slowly began filling my throat with the rest of His shaft. He held my head firm against His pubes. Once He was all the way in, I felt Him twitch inside me as He said, “Get ready, baby.” I felt a warm stream of liquid hit the back of my throat. It started slow at first and then got stronger. It was so warm. My instincts kicked in and I just began swallowing. I didn’t taste much because He was so far in. I felt His dick twitch some more in my mouth as His steady stream of piss turned into a slow trickle before dying off completely. He slowly pulled out of my mouth and kissed me as He said, “Now that’s my good boy.” I melted. Now I was really horny. Moby could tell.

Without either one of us saying a word, I opened my mouth again and Moby slid inside me. I felt His cock grow bigger and harder in my mouth. Soon He got hard all the way and filled up the back of my throat. He gripped the back of my head and started sliding in and out all the way. I let Moby face fuck me until He got close to cumming. Once He got close, He shoved my head all the way onto His cock and started deep thrusting. I couldn’t breathe as his pubes tickled my nose. I felt His penis tense up right before it began to pulse violently. He let out a deep moan. Thick, warm ropes of semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it all.

The other night, something happened that still lingers in my mind—in the warmest, most blissed-out way.

After Moby finished fucking me…again, like He does every night—deep, steady thrusts that left me panting and full—we curled up on the couch to watch some TV. I was still stretched open and aching in the best way, feeling the warmth of Him inside me even as we settled in to cuddle. His load still inside me. He must’ve still felt it. That pulse of hunger. Because out of nowhere, He leaned in, nuzzled behind my ear, and slid His hand under the waistband of my shorts.

Without a word, He tugged them down. Then my underwear. I just lifted my hips, like it was instinct. He ran a single finger over my hole—slow, circling, teasing. I shivered. My body still felt raw, sensitive, but open. Inviting.

He slid His finger in slowly. Then another. And another. His movements were deep, purposeful, and unhurried—like He knew exactly where to press. And when He found my sweet spot—God, Sam—he stayed there. My nub was untouched, but I felt everything radiate from the inside out. My legs shook. My breath hitched. And I came. Hard. Just from His fingers.

But He wasn’t done.

I barely had time to catch my breath before He pulled me onto my knees, bent me over the couch cushions, and lined Himself up behind me. The way He slid inside—deep, slow, claiming—it made me whimper. I was already wrecked, but I needed more. He gave it to me. He took His time, then picked up pace—long, firm strokes that filled me completely. I pushed back into Him, desperate, matching His rhythm. Every thrust sent little shockwaves through me. I lost track of time, lost track of everything except the sound of Him groaning behind me and the feeling of Him gripping my waist like I was His to take. And I am.

He finished again—harder this time, with a low growl and a body-shaking shudder. I felt His penis pulse as He dumped a second load of cum inside me.

We collapsed together, tangled and spent, the TV still playing in the background. He held me against His chest, His arms wrapped around me like He never wanted to let go. And I fell asleep like that, still full of Him. Still warm. Still glowing.

I think I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. And more mine—in the way that means belonging to someone who sees all of you and loves what they see.

More soon,

Johnny

Can you see how Master Moby is slowly, almost seductively leading Johnny to embrace his place and purpose more and more every day. Some of the things mentioned here are small (like Master Moby giving Johnny permission to lick off the droplet of piss from his dick), but then they turn into major acts of dominance and submission that deepen their bonds as Master and faggot.

I love the way Master Moby cherishes his faggot enough to unlock him and wash him, all the while diminishing Johnny’s status by calling it a “nub” and then locking it in a smaller cage. And Johnny’s description of being out of chastity is very familiar to me; I experienced that same feeling when I was imprisoned!

But one thing this experience should reinforce in Johnny’s heart is this: his Master loves and cherishes him. That final breeding, full of passion and warmth, is something an Alpha gives only to those who deeply please him!

I’m so happy for both of them for experiencing these deeper levels of hierarchy!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Easily one of the most intriguing developments on this site in recent months has been the revelation and rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas. I’ve been put in the enviable position of helping him understand his growing power and develop his first stable of faggot worshipers.

To assist me in this, I recruited Master Dean (a God Alpha raised by God Alphas) to guide Master Lucas in ways a faggot like me is ill-equipped to do. So far Master Dean has nothing but the highest praise for his young peer.

Under Master Dean’s tutelage Master Lucas is learning to expand the kinds of worship he receives:

Just to give you some little news. I know how much you love hearing from Me. I must say, I really enjoy the company of My older 18-yo submissive. It’s great to have a boy who is clearly mature and clever and strong but who still feels the urge to submit to Me. Also, the other day, I was with one of My other servant, My earliest childhood friend. He accompanied Me while I worked out in a park sports area. He would carry a towel and come to wipe Me off at the slightest gesture from Me. I could clearly see that he was completely mesmerized when he looked at Me in full effort. At the end, when I was out of breath, I could see that he had his eyes fixed on My armpits (I was in a tank top). So I said, “Would you like a closer look?” He nodded eagerly. I put my hand on his head and stuck his nose in My armpit. He sniffed so hard! Then he put out his tongue to lick. I was surprised, but I loved this way of worshipping My body. I wasn’t expecting it, but it was cool. He also kissed My biceps. I think I’ve discovered some new acts of worship that I’m going to love! LOL

You can imagine the pleasant surprise Master Lucas experienced when his faggot sniffed and licked his sweaty armpit and kissed his bicep. At age 15 every new sensation is like touching a live electric wire, and that’s doubly true when it comes to domination.

So Master Lucas wanted more, of course:

I find out I really love the power of My armpits! I had two others of My inferiors sniff and lick My armpits and they loved that!

Also, I kind of like those displays of power and domination in public space. You see, recently, I had My girflriend massaging My socked feet in the schoolyard. I was sitting on a bench, hands behind My head, and she was sitting in front of Me on a stool, gently massaging My feet. And the funny thing was, I saw boys, including boys older than Me, whom I didn’t know, giving Me thumbs-up and admiring glances. I loved that! I think boys really do instinctively recognize their superiors.

I feel like I’ve always new urges about how to use My inferiors and make them humiliate themselves for My pleasure. I’m disciplining Myself to keep a cool head and remain patient, but I know I’ll get everything I want, sooner or later.

This bold display of Alpha power accomplished two things: (1) it forced his girlfriend to submit to him and remain under his control, and more importantly (2) established Master Lucas’s presence at the top of the school’s hierarchical order and served notice to his Alpha brothers that he is King.

Master Lucas has been tight-lipped about his romantic life to the point that I figured he didn’t have time for a love life with the line of faggots begging to kiss his feet.

But it turns out that yes, he does have a girlfriend, and he’s teaching her to accept his desire to own and use faggots.

I have been using some of My servants with her to watch, two of them had been massaging My feet while My girl and I were chilling on the sofa. She’s a nice pretty girl and she’s crazy about Me. I know she brags about dating Me to the girls at school. But she can be a bit possessive. I may have to take care of that. She doesn’t know everything about my inferiors serving Me, but she has seen Me ordering around some of My servants and she has served Me too, like the time two of them were rubbing My feet and she was massaging My back. She knows I have a dominant personality and I think it turns her on, when I dominate boys it reminds her how lucky she is and that she hit the big prize LOL. I think I will introduce her even more to my inferiors. I want her to get used to the idea that I am to be served and worshiped by everyone I choose, including her.

It’s magnificent to see the rapid ascension of Master Lucas, isn’t it? Males are NOT all born equal, and the story of this young God Alpha’s rise should put away any lingering doubts.

How did Master Lucas become aware of this destiny, this purpose? He told me his first memory:

You know, this whole using inferiors in public thing reminded me of one of the first times I consciously realized I was superior to others. I don’t remember if I told you about that. When I was 11 or 12, dont know, I was hanging out with a school mate in the streets. Then, I noticed My shoe laces were untied. So, as a joke, I said “hey” to My mate, snapping my fingers and pointing at My shoes. But then he knelt down and laced them up. I remember that I felt great. Before long, he would often carry my schoolbag. When I would simply hand it to him, without saying anything, he would know what to do. I loved that. I think those were my first practical, conscious experiences of domination.

A simple taste of power has placed Master Lucas on a path leading inexorably toward a Kingdom of his own design! There’s nothing that can stand in his way or resist his will!

HIERARCHY IS LAW!

HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

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!

The concept of Asian Alphas is something that too many people within the hierarchical movement have mocked and dismissed too easily. Why? The biggest reason involves the stereotype that Asian Men have small-ish penises.

As a rare faggot that is truly not a size queen, I’ve always fought against such a stereotype. I’ve served some truly powerful Alphas who have average-sized dicks, so I know that cock size does not directly correlate to Alpha status.

Similarly, Asian Men are often thought of as tiny-dicked sub males, but painting all Asian Men with the same brush is borderline racist, isn’t it? It’s also NOT TRUE. The few Asian Men I’ve been with were well hung (certainly much bigger than me) and not submissive in any way. So I’m confident when I say something shocking, like the fact that Asian Men are Men and therefore vary wildly in their physical or hierarchical attributes.

Unfortunately, during my (now) nearly-ten years teaching hierarchy online I met very few Asian Alphas to help me combat this racist stereotype. Almost all of the Asians I’ve met were subs and faggots.

But recently that has changed. I’ve met powerful Asian bodybuilding breeders like Master Toople or Master Jin who have flipped the script on that stereotype.

Add Alpha Alex to that new breed of Asian Alpha.

Like Master Toople, Alpha Alex was a natural-born Alpha whose impulses led him early in life to seek bodybuilding and dominance. His experience demonstrates both the reality of Asian Alphas and the need these Kings have to dominate and own faggots.

I was linked to your site by one of my fags, and I must say, I’m intrigued. To introduce myself, I am Alpha Alex, and I knew I was different since I was 13 or 14. I was born to take over. I’m 24 now, but at 14 I owned my first slave who did anything I wanted. His goal was to worship my body and cock. At 15 I ruled the football and wrestling club; I still remember each day when I had each captain under my mercy. their eyes glazed and dazed from gaping their muscled pussies. To this day all three are still part of my fags I regularly fuck and breed, amongst countless others whose man pussies I have ruined and reshaped to the size of my cock. 

Having my own business (housing) means I regularly have calls and meetings while a fag swallows my ten thick inches as deep as it can go. Right now as I type this email, I have one attached and nursing on my cock under the table. He knows if he does a good job he gets rewarded with my alpha cock mercilessly railing him on my table until I fill him full with my superior loads. Owning and training good fags for ten years has put me in a comfortable place where I have fags on hand wherever I go. And I’m experienced in knowing when to dominate potential fags. I have fucked other realtors, competitors, sponsors, clients, and even CEOs. Nothing more thrilling than gripping a once powerful man by his head still in his suit, driving my cock into his mouth after having bred his ass. 

I take pride in being Asian. While I am not as tall, my Asian genetics come strong and hard with my natural strength and aggression. I love to make a fag watch me in my workout sessions or kickboxing practice, knowing it seeing body in confident action makes it’s pussy wet and drip. Then taking it into the changerooms and drilling its open mouth and ready cunt, all while I talk with other men. I do not take any bullying or disrepect; from high school I learnt to fight back and win. 

That was only a brief introduction. I take pride in knowing intuitively your system of hierarchy among men, as well as the very real action of cunting men and turning them into fags. Men love to try and take my ten inches, as much as it pains them, and once they do, they’re transformed into fags.

There are several astounding aspects to Alpha Alex’s testimony. First of all, that he started breeding and owning faggots at just 14 years old. What were you doing at 14 years old? How aware were you at that age? I know I knew nothing at that age, but Alpha Alex already understood his Hierarchical place and was exercising power over inferiors.

But not just inferiors. Some of the ones he subjugated were fellow Alphas (although lower hierarchically than Alpha Alex), thereby establishing Hierarchical order very much in line with my Hierarchy chart.

Most significant is the fact that Alpha Alex still owns those high school faggots to this day! They never recovered from the breedings they received as young adults, and remain hypnotized/addicted by the cum Alpha Alex pumps into them! That’s true power!

You can tell just from what Alpha Alex says about his training that he takes great pride in molding his fags and shaping them into obedient slaves. He clearly has a program he follows as he takes on new faggots, and I hope to learn more about that as I come to know him better.

Alpha Alex also takes great pride in his hunting and subjugation instincts. He mentions a couple of times about his his faggots often come from high-level and high-functioning males who are overcome by his power and his glorious cock. It must be tremendous to have such natural power!

By publishing this I want to introduce Alpha Alex to the world, but also to break down stereotypes. There are many Asian Alphas out there, and they deserve the submission and dedicated service of all faggots.

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

It’s been a little while since I’ve heard from my beloved brother Fabien. I’ve been mostly conversing with his Master, Anthony, so I’m never too far away from him, but still … I’ve been missing him.

Fabien wrote me two days ago with something he’d made for Master Anthony.

Just a small new update that might amuse you! Anthony really values my mentorship of the other slaves of his Alpha Pack. He instructed me to write a sort of “slave Charter” outlining the golden rules that slaves must follow with their alpha master, which he intends to give to all future inferiors in his flock. So after a bit of thought, I finally came up with a list that I’m pretty happy with! Here’s the result:

The Six Golden Rules of a slave towards his Master

1. Admiration. He is better than you. He is a superior being. It’s only fair your life is harder for his life to be easier, that you are poorer for him to be wealthier. Always keep in mind how vastly superior he is to you.

2. Obedience. Obey first, think second. Disobedience is the greatest sin for an inferior. Many flaws are forgivable, but a disobedient slave is unworthy and useless. His orders, his desires, his whims, even the slightest of them, are absolute laws for you.

3. Respect. Deference must be verbal and physical. Do not just tell him your admiration: show it to him! Bow, kneel, grovel. Worship. His feet, his hands, his armpits, his muscles and his cock are divine relics to be adored by your lips and your tongue.

4. Loyalty. It is obedience without orders. Do more than he demands of you. His needs and desires are more important than yours. Put him first. Always ask yourselves: what more can I do to make his life better and easier? Learn to know him and anticipate his wishes. His happiness is your life’s main goal.

5. Gratitude. You’re the one who has to be grateful, not him. Simply being in his presence is a privilege. Serving him is a blessing. Remember it. Thank him every time you can: when he takes from you, when he gives to you, when he congrats you, when he punishes you. Never expect praise or gift from him, treat any one you do receive as an undeserved reward from God.

6. Penitence. You’re not perfect. Far from it. Confess to him your failures. Apologize and mean it. And above all: improve. Learn from your mistakes and never repeat them.

I hope you’re proud of your little brother!

I love everything about little Fabien’s list. It really speaks to mindset, which is an overlooked aspect of being a great faggot. It’s something that Fabien exemplifies.

Master Anthony probably fucked the hell out of Fabien after seeing this wonderful gift. After all, it was his great power that freed Fabien and made it possible for Fabien to become the beautiful mentor faggot he is today!

So thank you Master Anthony and Fabien for all you do to inspire others!

The following post is part of a thread following the development of a college football faggot named Ethan who finally found the circumstances to serve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

As soon as Ethan told me he had been invited to apply to serve a black Alpha, my internal alarm went off. Not that I think there’s anything wrong with that – quite the contrary! – but I know black Alphas can be incredibly demanding and rough. I worried this new situation might cause Ethan undue stress.

But Ethan’s new Master, King Karter, is no ordinary black Master.

Yes, he’s demanding … but there is a method to his manipulations.

Here’s Ethan’s description:

Sorry, I didn’t get back to you sooner, because I had to work yesterday morning and had to go to his place to do chores and I will give you more details in a second! Thank you!! I promise I will keep giving you and the readers a lot of updates! I did tell King Karter today, about finding your site again and having my thread, he was a little upset that I did not ok it with him first. He is out to most of his friends but DL with his Family, and he said he “dosn’t want his momma knowing about you fags!” But he was ok with it because he said he would read your site to see my thoughts and how am feeling about being a faggot. He also said it will help other faggots know their place. He said he would go back and visit your new site more often. And he also said I had to follow 2 major rules when I talk to you, First, ” Don’t Fucking embarrass him!” I can’t talk shit or say things that would embarrass him. and 2, I can not give you any personal details. Like where he lives and his name ( He said “since you already posted his name that is fine because his name is common not like other Niggers”) but not his last name or anything else.

I had my first day on Sunday after work. I came over to his place. He texted me that #1 would be there. He was and as soon as I walked him he introduced himself, he’s a pretty chill guy. In his late 30s, I think.  I had to put my clothes in a basket near the front door. Each of the baskets had numbers, like #1, and #3. I put it in the empty basket but it didn’t have a number on it (Yet), I think I am still like on probation, like at work. 

In the basket, was a cock cage the same one I used in the interview. I was trying to put it on and #1 helped me. He said, he had a trick since I’m uncut, he had a trick to make it easier.  He helped me put my balls in the ring. Then he went to the kitchen and got saran wrap.  He put it around the dick and foreskin and then put the cage on and then he had me slowly pull the saran wrap out. It pulled my foreskin up and out so my head was still in my foreskin and it was a lot easier and felt better than last time and he did it so quickly. He said with practice I would do it fast too. #1 had one cage on that was like a flat plate on it. I said “Wow, how do you put that one on? and does that saran wrap trick work for those too? He also said he was Cut so he did not have the same problem as me. He said no, it wouldn’t work with his because his has small holes, not big holes like mine. He said mine was called a Cobra, it is a medium size. His was a flat cage. I asked him how long it took him to get that small he said a few years. He was over 8 before starting chastity and now it’s probably about 5. He said he hasn’t measured it hard in a long time. And wears it a lot,  24/7 now. And only takes it out to clean it a few times a week but has not jerked in years. I was shocked!

How much does the average dick get smaller in chastity? I can’t believe his shrunk is almost half its size.

Then we walked around the apartment he showed me where everything was. He asked me if I was any good at cooking. I said I liked to cook, I might be ok. #1 said, “good, 3 was terrible at it, and it will help me too.” He said he would show him eventually what to make for King. Then we got to work in the bedroom. We made the bed and cleaned the room. He told me about himself. How he was owned by 2 other alphas before, the first one, when he was a lot younger, like my age. The Alpha was a lot older, a white guy. but he wanted to retire and move to Florida. So he sold #1 to his second Alpha, Straight Alpha. I was in shock again! I asked him, “He sold you like property?”  1 said, “yes. But, if I didn’t want to go I guess I wouldn’t have.” But he said, “He felt it would be dishonoring his first alpha and he really liked him and taught him so much.”  After, he was bought by the straight alpha, who served him for about 5 years. He got married and wanted to start a family and let 1 go. He found King, on Grinder, and at first it was just a sexual like top / bottom thing.  Then after a while, he would come and pick up after King. Cook for him and showed him how he should be treated.  He said,  “At first when I was getting fucked by King, King would have me wear jocks, to cover myself.” Then he told King about chastity. King liked the idea, of a faggot willing to lock up his dick and devote all his sexual pleasure to his King (Alpha). That is why we all wear them now. And, even in Jocks we can get hard. and in cadges, we can not! I also told him about my past, and about writing to you. He said he would often read your site a lot before, He also didn’t know about the New one. He said he remembers reading my old post. He said he remembers it because he identified with it. He also played sports in High School, not Football, Baseball mostly and soccer. (this was before I knew about the thread)

He then showed me the bathroom. I had to clean the tub, toilet, and floor, put in the new towels and new toilet paper, and wipe it all down with Clorox wipes. It didn’t take too long and was not hard at all. I guess they clean it once / twice a week. So, it was not very dirty to begin with. I also had to put new toilet paper on if it was more than 3/4 empty, which it was. #1 came in to inspect, He said I did an overall good job, but he wiped around the bowl and behind. He said I have to look for the small details because He will see them. I told him thanks, and I went to the kitchen to finish helping him with meal prep. He does all of the cooking because 3 can’t cook worth-shit. Oh, I said he (#3) said he knows it! King eat something he cooked once and got sick, and King said he had other skills. Later, when I was talking to 3, he agreed, he hated cooking and sucked at it. And doesn’t want to make King sick again.

 1 told me if I can cook pretty well, I can help him meal prep for a King for the week, and help cook his dinners.  I asked 1, if he liked having other faggots around. I thought he would be like jealous or something, or would not want to share in the work or credit. 1 told me that “He is not a jealous Bitch, and neither should any faggot. The more faggots a king can have, the more power he has. The more happier he becomes. And that should make us all happy. I (him) should never be jealous if 3 gets fucked more or if I cook more or if You (me) might do a better job with cleaning, or get a lot more dates. We all work to serve. It don’t matter what chores or things we need to do, just that we are doing what is told of us, doing our best to serve, that is what we strive for.” It was like talking to you haha!! After we were done cooking, and packing the meals we talked a bit more, his phone got a text and he said King was about to come up, he was parking now. He told me how to kneel by the door and always look at the floor, as King came in. He petted us on our heads, and we always had to look down at the floor so I didn’t see him (or his face) at first he petted us like dogs and came in and sat down on the couch, we came over and he wanted a progress report, 1 told him everything we did. He said good and went to inspect the bathroom and bedroom. He said I did a pretty good job. I was like in Mile High! I had to hold in my smile. I was also getting hard in my cadge too. Just him in the room made me hard, and his voice. All I could think about was the last time, and I could smell him again too!  🙂  

He came back and pulled off his shirt and pants. Pulled out his huge cock. This thing is Huge like 9-10″ Long (soft) and like 4″ Thick (Soft)! I was a little scared if I would be able to take it in my mouth and throat, much less my Cunt!  He asked me if I was still doing my Homework. I said Yes, I have been trying to do it every day. He said that’s okay but I should now watch them 2 times a day if I can get the time, and find other trainers to watch. He said he understood it might be hard for me to do it at the dorm. So I can also do it here too if I am done with my chores. He petted me again on the head and rubbed his fingers in my hair. He also said I have to shave my face he doesn’t want me to have a full beard anymore. He said I could keep a little stumble or be fully clean shaven but not like I have it. I said Ok. He also said I had to trim my body hair too. I can keep most of it but I had to shave it down to no more than a few CMs, that included my pubs. But my pussy had to be clean, I said yes but I have never shaved back there, so I didn’t know how to. He said 1 and 3 would help me do it or help me wax it.  I don’t have to be full body Waxed like 3, his whole body is supper smooth, but it needs to be shorter. I said I would be happy to clean it up for him. 

Then he started just waving his cock, and asked me if I wanted to suck it. I said, “Yes please!” He pulled out 2 bottles of poppers. Gave me one and 1 the other. He told me to sniff it when he said, Hit! So I did and so did 1, at the same time. He then began by slapping 1 in the face a few times with his cock and hands, and then proceeded to fuck his throat so hard! King would slap him a few more times on his face and the back of his head and then make us both hit at the same time and then fuck his mouth, then make us hit. He would also hit 1 in the back of the head a few more times. My heart was racing. I wanted so, sooo badly to be in 1s place. All the time King and 1 would look at me and King would smile. He would make me say, “I was a faggot, I want to suck that N*ger cock,” over and over again. He would have 1 say that I (me) was a faggot, a white Jack of spades, that all I want to do is to suck Big Black Cock while they both looked at me with King’s Dick in his mouth. King would shove his dick down so deep in 1’s throat it would budge and 1’s eyes would water and his nose would be in Kings Pubs. And then 1 would pull off, sucking in air and almost puking. And then he would make us both hit poppers.  Like you described Rutting, this was like that, but in 1’s throat! I have sucked quite a few dicks but nothing was ever this rough. My mouth was drooling all over the place!

After he got a bit rougher, the whole time he and 1 were staring at me, he shouted he was going to cum in 1’s pussy mouth. He made us hit poppers again, then pulled 1’s mouth in and down to his pubs. For what felt like a whole minute 1 wasn’t even struggling, I had no clue how he didn’t. Then King came so hard, hitting 1 in the back of his head a few times with his fist, and pulled out and shot the other half on 1’s face! After he was able to calm down for a sec, I realized I had not sucked him yet! I wasn’t even thinking about it until he was finishing off on 1’s face. Then I felt disappointed again. I was So hard in my cadge I could feel my fag dick pressing into my insides again. He looked at me and asked if I wanted this, and he scooped up two fingers of his seed off 1’s face. And walked over to me, my mouth was open and I said,” Yes Please! Yes, Please King can I have your Alpha seed!! Please!” He smiled,  “You did go today. #5!”  He put it under my nose to make me smell it, and pulled away a bit when I went to go lick it. “Wait,” He said. “You want to be my Faggot? You want to be in my Kingdom, and servue The Black Kingdom?” I said, “Yes, please!” I sounded more like a begging dog at this point. He said, “Good! Your no longer Ethan, He is dead now, from now on if you walk in to this house, If you go on Dates, You are Number 5, Your old life is over, you are a faggot now, Drink my Black Seed, Faggot #5.” He then shoved his fingers in my mouth and down my throat. His seed tasted so good. I had tasted cum before. But this tasted stronger somehow, like it was a much stranger taste and more potent. He shoved his fingers down my throat and I gagged some. Then he smeared his fingers all over my face.

He gave me a few not-so-hard slaps on the face and said, “Good Faggot!” I almost shot in my cadge if that is possible, and felt like I was jumping up and down. He told me 3 will send you 1’s contact information and 1 will contact you about what times I can come and work. Also, how much money I will be contributing from my paycheck? King said he would consider my living expenses as well as my schooling. King said he wanted me to do well in school. So I can make a lot of money for him after I get out. I am going to study to be a financial adviser after my Gen Ed is done.

He then said to get dressed and get out. I said, “Yes Sir, Thank you for letting me serve you today sir!” He smiled and petted me on the head again like a dog, I was so happy as to what he said. It didn’t occur to me until I was driving home that I still hadn’t sucked him yet!!!!  

Huh… Sam, How long is this does this denial part take to end? I know you said it is a good way to train faggots, but how long does it last??? How long will I have to wait? It is soo Hard and I feel like it is driving me so crazy!!! I read in one of your other threads (I forgot who it was) that it took a few weeks for the faggot to be Cunted, How long does the denial time usually take? It is so hard waiting especially since it is right in front of me. And I can actually taste it (his seed) in my mouth.

This is a pretty astounding introduction! If I were Ethan, I’d be vibrating with excitement and a bit a terror!

I love hearing about the different ways Alphas control and organize their stable of faggots. King Karter is highly organized, and his number system for naming his fags is efficient and dehumanizing. His program for initiating his faggots reminds me very much of how legendary FWA Alphas Master Nick and Master Matt approached the process, with scent training and domestic chores coming first before accepting the faggot into the fold for feeding/breeding. It’s an outstanding way to focus the faggot, not on the reward of cock/cum, but the privilege of service an exclusive God Alpha like King Karter.

The fag mentorship and cooperation was also inspiring. I love when fags do what fag #1 did with Ethan, helping him to put on his new chastity cage with a handy trick I’ve heard about but have never tried nor seen done. It’s such a blessing for a Master when his faggots cooperate in order to keep a house focused and organized.

The most intriguing detail in Ethan’s account is the mention of buying/selling faggots between King Karter and his Alpha brothers. King Karter is part of BNWO (Black New World Order), a secretive cabal of black Alphas across the country who are organized and whose charter is focused on the systematic overtaking of the white race through the subjugation and faggotization of white males. I’ve been approached a couple of times recently about becoming part of it, which tells me it’s growing in strength and power. It’s my wish to be able to interview one of the black Alphas involved in it on the podcast. I’m still mulling over my involvement personally … it could happen.

My little brother Ethan has an extraordinary opportunity to become the property of a truly powerful God Alpha, a Man whose power comes from within and much as it does from his genetically-superior body. I hope Ethan can be patient and focus on serving King Karter’s needs! This is the time (pre-sex) when faggots either succeed or fail. Hopefully he makes it through initiation!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I’m always fascinated by Alphas who embrace their Alphahood very young (like in the 11-15-year-old range). It certainly tracks with my belief that Alphas are born that way. However, the insecurities that plague all adolescents seem to be missing from these Alphas. It’s almost as if they emerged from the womb already understanding that they’re different than others … superior. By the time their superior bodies start puberty, they seem to be ready for it, eager for it, like prize-winning racehorses agitated in the starting gate. There’s no awkwardness, no hesitation. Only an anticipation of even greater glory to come.

They’re like princes eager to receive their inheritance and become Kings.

Alpha Lucas certainly fits that description. His wonderful mother Sophie recognized her son is different from other boys his age, and when I found out that he was subjugating other boys and forcing them to worship his feet, I recognized it, too!

Alpha Lucas has been in constant communication with the glorious Master Dean, and he has been mentoring Alpha Lucas on faggot ownership and how best to lead inferiors. It’s quite clear that Alpha Lucas is a quick learner, too. Here’s a letter Alpha Lucas sent to Master Dean, which he also sent to me to update me on his progress:

I wanted to give You some news! Things are still going great for Me! I must say My Mother is quite reassured. I’m developing My power without it interfering with other aspects of My life!

Over the past few weeks, I’ve often spent several days with My servants (I have a dozen now!), one in turn, to deepen their submission. And I really love training them to worship My feet! I’ve instituted a ritual with each of them: when I sit on the sofa and put my feet on the coffee table, they must remove My shoes and socks only with their teeth, then kiss and lick My feet. When I sleep at their place, I obviously take their bed, and they sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. I give them My socks to sleep with, so they can kiss them and inhale My scents during the night.

Also, something pretty crazy happened to Me! Some time ago, I gave a beating to a guy in My class who was getting on My nerves. The whiner went to complain to his big brother. So that dude came up to Me after class. He’s a pretty muscular, manly-looking guy. I thought I was going to have to fight him off and get My ass kicked, but I stood up to him proudly and explained why I’d knocked his little brother to the ground. Then the guy grinned and said, “You’re a real Alpha, aren’t You? Don’t worry, I’ll tell my brother to show you some respect.” The next day, the little brother came to see me, head down, and he begged Me to forgive him, told me that his big brother had scolded him and told him to start submitting to his betters instead of complaining behind their backs, and that from now on he would be obedient and respectful with Me.

Later, I saw the big brother again, looking all joyful, and he asked Me if he could do something for Me, said I could call him if I wanted anything. I invited him home once, and he cooked for Me and massaged My feet while I watched TV. The guy’s almost 18! And he recognizes My superiority! He likes to obey Me! That’s just great! Damn, I love it! I think he’s going to be My favorite inferior!

Breathtaking!

First and foremost, it’s not proper for me to refer to Lucas simply as an Alpha … because he’s now a MASTER and OWNER of a dozen faggots! That’s a huge stable of faggots at just 15 years old!

But even more impressive (and significant) was his encounter with the two brothers. Between the two brothers there is a natural age-based hierarchy, with the 18-year-old brother acting as the “Alpha”. But when they dared to confront a natural Alpha like Master Lucas, they were both forced (by nature itself) into submitting to him!

Master Lucas has been claiming the status of God Alpha for a little while now, but I was hesitant to admit that about him because of his youth. But now that lower-level Alphas are submitting to him, it might be fitting to start that conversation! His status as a God Alpha will be further clarified as he builds out an Alpha Pack and leads it, but I do think Master Lucas is very likely a God Alpha in the making!

I feel so blessed to be able to chronicle Master Lucas’s ascension! His power, intellect, intuition, and ambition is enthralling to witness!