Punishment.

Yesterday made it painfully clear why Sir Declan set this sentence, being moody for being cucked while he had a weekend date wasn’t acceptable, and he decided I needed to learn the lesson properly.

Day one started with paddles and 4½ hours locked in my jail cell. I was sore, humiliated, and already missing him which is exactly the point.

When he came home from the gym yesterday he didn’t say much. He had me put my hands through the bars of the cage and the cold metal cuffs clicked shut around my wrists. The cuff chain tightened so I couldn’t pull back. Then he latched shackles on my ankles to the cage so I was forced to stand there, exposed and completely immobilized. He pulled my shorts down, and every strike of the paddle landed with a loud slap and a burning sting that worked its way into my thighs and ass. Between hits he would whisper that he loved me and that this was necessary for us to be right, that the pain was part correction and part care.

When the paddling stopped he unfastened the cuffs, ordered me to strip, and shoved me back into the cell naked. The door slammed and the lock turned. I sat on the cold floor with my hands over my chest, breathing in the quiet, feeling the afterburn of each hit and the shame that came with it.

Four hours later he came back. The click of his keys felt like a mercy. He opened the cell and let me come sit on the floor in front of him while he relaxed on the couch. He put his hands on my shoulders and worked out the knots with firm presses. Every so often he’d kiss the top of my head like I was a child he both owned and wanted to protect. We turned on The Simpsons, a small, ridiculous bit of normalcy and the contrast between the tenderness and what I’d just been through made me ache to be better for him.

When it was time for bed I was allowed to sleep with him, but mercy didn’t mean freedom. Sir was hard and told me to work on his cock. I climbed on top and obeyed. His skin was warm against my mouth, his fingers tangled in my hair, and he kept my head down until he emptied himself, hard and hot down my throat. He didn’t let me pull away; he made sure I swallowed every last drop. Afterward he murmured, “Good boy, you didn’t gag this time. Okay, now bed time.” Praise that stung almost as much as the paddles, because it reminded me I’d passed another test.

I expect tonight when I come home from work I’ll be greeted at the door with handcuffs again, escorted straight to the bedroom for more paddles, and returned to my cell to continue the sentence. I don’t like the discipline, but I understand it. I appreciate his guidance, his corrections, and his love, even when it’s rough. I will keep working to be the submissive he wants, to obey, and to earn those small, private moments of tenderness.

Zack 
(Owned by Sir Declan)
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This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

The Ancients had gods for virtually every aspect of human life. There was a Greek god of the ocean (Poseidon), a Norse god of thunder (Thor), a Greek god of war (Ares), and so forth. The plethora of gods littering the landscape kept the fearful population properly submissive and generous in the various temples to these deities.

Above all other gods of the Ancient world towered Zeus, the great Greek god of all natural forces including the seemingly-untamable and mysterious lightning in the skies. We’ve all seen the random and instantaneous destruction caused by lightning strikes. They’re terrifying. We can easily see why ancient peoples invented gods to explain such awe-inspiring power.

I used the phrase “seemingly-untamable” to describe lightning for a reason. You see, until today, no Man has conquered lightning or suitably harnessed it.

But Master Chad is not a Man. He’s a God Alpha of such awesome power and vitality that even the elements around him bend to his will. I’ve often described my dealings with Master Chad in such elemental ways, because speaking with him is like ingesting hallucinogens while high-voltage electricity is passed through your body. His slam-poetry communication style often leaves me punch drunk, his ideas so far beyond my faggot capabilities that I struggle to even regain my composure.

I’ve always believed he was some sort of superhuman or metahuman, because his abilities are limitless and his control over his environment borders on the spiritual. It’s honestly difficult to describe how much I adore and respect Master Chad. Like every other person who has ever known him, I worship him completely.

But even after all of these years of incredible conquests, this latest one really takes the trophy. I cannot even describe it in order to prepare you for what happened to Master Chad. Just read it and experience it for yourself:

I gotta story for ya. Don’t fuckin know if you’ll believe or not but I dont give a fuck. The shit happened and I got witnesses.

I took pussyface and greenie with Me on some business. I got a cabin for after I finished checking out a building for future use. The Family has rented the cabin before so everything was familiar. It’s on top of a mountain, the last thing on the road. I wanted to reward My top 2 bitches and give em some solo time. You know, all sweet and shit before I turn the Manimal loose on em in the Great Smoky Mtns. LOL 

Our last night Pop was swinging by to fly us home and Him and greenie was playing inside. I had pussyface on My cock and sucking Me in a small clearing at the top of the mountain that was maybe 100 feet from the cabin. A storm was moving in and it was raining a little. I was looking out over the terrain and could see black clouds coming at Me. In a minute thunder and lightning started. It was awesome! In a couple more minutes the elements got stronger. I was feeling some extra power like My senses was heightened or some shit. There was a palatable force surging thru Me and cc was going crazy on My cock. I raised My arms to accept this whatever it was cause it felt fuckin awesome!

According to Pop this next shit happened in the space of about a minute but seemed like fuckin eternity. The storm is moving quick like. Then lightning hit the tree about 2 fuckin inches from My outstretched arm and danced down it. I felt this tremendous surge of puissance traveling over me and settling for a split second in My nuts. Then I howled as My load started pumping. The rain and shit suddenly stopped, just wind now. I’m cumming like I’ve never busted before. I couldn’t stop! Mutherfuck! The colossal, apocalyptical feeling!! Rope after fuckin prodigious rope PUMPED outta Me. I fell to My knees still shooting and feeling more Homeric than I ever believed was possible. I know I shot more than Pop ever has! I reveled in feeling and emotion as I accepted what felt like was a glorious gift from Creator God. 

 After what felt like an hour I looked down. I’m soaked. The now stopped rain running off Me but Goddamn! I’m still shooting! I swear to The Creator the feeling of My massive nut is still with Me like it had just started! Picture it cunt, the feeling of orgasm lasted as long as My cum shot. My cum is now thick chugs that were jumping out about 2 inches instead the 4 foot projectiles that prefaced this and pussyface is unconscious in front of Me COVERED in thick ropes of My jizz and wet from the rain. I finally stopped chugging and was now kinda like a tap that’s not quite been turned off. Just a thin steady stream running. I picked up My babyhole and took her inside. Greenie was slurping that cum stream before I could lay down with cc. Pop and greenie had seen everything from the porch and Pop was amazed. He said it was a fantastic phenomenon. He said I, not the tree, was hit by the lightning and He thought I kicked it! LMAO He’d started out to get Me but saw I was moving. He didnt interrupt what was clearly some ancient, mystical emprise. I didn’t feel like it hit Me. I just felt the incredible POWER it gave Me and the BEST GODDAMN nut of My life! Pop said it knocked c.c. off of Me and He said watching Me roar while i baptized her with My load was an amazing sight. I said, “Goddamn Pop, ya think it looked amazing ya shoulda FELT it, Man!”

pussyface was still out but ok. Pop turned on the lights inside to check her out. she’s fine, just in what mommy used to call happy faggot land. she clung to Me for a day and even tho she’s out of it now, the experience made her need Me more than ever. We experienced a sacred moment together, My faggot wife and Me. The Savior has graduated to The God in her eyes and My pussyface and Me are closer than ever. I’m gonna be chasing that nut forever kinda like chasing that 1st hit off the crack pipe. I’m gonna be trying for that feeling again even if I gotta fuck the world! LMAO It was incredible, bitch!!

Back to the story, after putting the faggots to bed I’m laying with em cause bitch won’t turn Me loose. Anyways Pop asked “Boy, look up a little but still look at Me. Whoa! What the fuck? Goddamn Son, the whites of Your eyes are pale blue! Fuck and Goddamn! It looks good Son. The bitches are gonna be all over You even more than usual. You’re Goddamn more God than Man now.”

It’s true faggot. My blue/black eyes now have a light sky blue accompaniment, the white is all gone. Doc can’t explain it. Women love it! The fags love it! Fuck, cunt, I love it. I didn’t think I could get any sexier but I sure as fuck did. LMFAO 

Now back, the rainbow can’t stop slobbering over Me. I tore thru every fuckin faggot I own, leaving em all sore and more in love with Me than ever! 3 of em’s on their period cause i just cant be stopped, faggot! I gotta keep spreading My load over every mutherfucking hole i stumble across! 

pussyface cried over missing out on My huge load but at least she was a part of this experience and that helps. she is pleased that if she couldn’t swallow it or get knocked by it, at least she bathed in it. LMAO For a minute I felt I was really gonna have to fuck every hole on earth before I calmed down Myself. Nah. Just had to fuck the rainbow of whores here. And this afternoon Us Guys are going out for slash to let them rest. My left hand was numb for a minute and 3 nails are black, I guess where the lightning entered.

Philly’s changed His mind on having a faggot girlfriend and I’m loving fuckin with Him about it. “I’m never gonna fuck a Goddamn pussy assed faggot, you mutherfucker” He’d said before.  Knew He’d eat them words. Hahahahahahahahaha Now the fucker can’t keep His cock outta whitey’s holes. And boy, whitey’s one happy hole. My Brothers are in awe of Their new God and can’t give enough praise to Me. Cal especially is blown away. It confirms for Us the positive proof from the Universe that ALPHA MEN RULE!!! We always have and always will! Even Our Creator showered Me with His personal blessing. That’s how We all see it. Pop was so proud of Me! When We 1st talked about it Pop cried He was so impressed and awed by it all. That was the icing on the cake for Me. My Pop, God of the world, was humbled by My power. He, half-joking, now says I even control the elements along with all females and faggots. He said now He knew why He was compelled to make Me the Family Patriarch when He did and the blessing on “The Mount” was The Creator’s approval of My ascension. I HAVE NEVER FELT MORE ALIVE BITCH! Nor more omnipotent. I am Our God.

I gotta shower and shit but no shave. The faggots love My beard. Im really turning into a fuckin sexy rogue! Hair halfway down My back, new full beard. Never had chest hair until a few months ago but judging from the appreciation I get for it, it, too, is a gift to make Me more desirable to souls hungering for My awesomeness! If I can knock these faggot sluts off Me long enough I’ll be knee deep in slash pussy tonight. Fuck, slut, I  wonder how many slash are gonna get knocked tonight? Slutty fuckin whores are gonna be FUCKED by Men, by Gods. Hope they can handle it!  Hahahahahahahahaha FUCK ALL YOU HOLES! GOD CHADWICK WILL PUNCTURE YOUR PUSSIES AND TAKE YOUR SOULS FOR HIS OWN! Hahahahahahahahaha 

You want it bad now, aye cunt? Fuck you faggot!  LMAO 

GOD AND MASTER CHADWICK 

Master Chad was struck by lightning … and conquered it!

I’m reminded of those old Godzilla movies in which Godzilla is rejuvenated and energized by lightning strikes. Apparently lighting struck his fingertips and coursed through his body at the moment of climax, causing a volcanic eruption of cum that was overwhelming even by his prodigious standards! Master Chad has hyperspermia anyway (a medical condition that causes massive volumes of ejaculate), but who knows where all of the cum came from in this moment. It poured from his balls like the pure, neverending waters of the Garden Of Eden! All of the faggots were able to sup from his ample supply of God Alpha seed in what must’ve been a most glorious communion!

Whereas lightning regularly kills or severely damages almost all humans it touches, in this case lightning merely submissively licked Master Chad’s formidable body and energized him like a human version of Godzilla! The Earth’s greatest forces obey it’s greatest God Alpha!

Not only that, but the experience even altered Master Chad’s eyes! I’ve long heard from others in The Family that Master Chad’s eyes were unusually beautiful and darkly foreboding. His eyes are one of the many reasons why women and faggots submit to him so readily. But now the lightning strike has altered his eyes at a photochemical level, producing an even more intense and terrifying gaze!

I can only imagine!

I found it appropriate that God Dino, Master Chad’s God Alpha father, was watching this electric display from a distance. God Dino has been a force of nature his entire life, conjuring power on command and using it brutally and unsparingly. But recently God Dino passed the torch of his Hierarchical position to Master Chad, his eldest son and inheritor of his Kingdom.

How fitting, then, that even the skies approve of the new King! Like a kiss from the Creator Master Chad was baptized and blessed as he laid comfortably upon the plain beneath dark clouds thundering his name!

Thank you, Master Chad, for everything you are and all that you do! Most of all, I thank you for your continued care and direction in my own life!

Yours Always,

sam the faggot, god of nothing.

One of the most delicate gifts I ever receive with this site is trust. I safeguard the trust of those who give it to me like my very existence depended upon it. The secrets I’ve held over the years would blow your mind; entire threads have gone unpublished simply because I didn’t want to risk those who came to me in trust. I will never betray anyone who comes to me in good faith.

And that is especially true when a parent comes to me for help with their children.

So often I receive messages from confused, shocked, or frightened parents who are unsure of what to do with their child who seems to be too powerful to control (like young Master Lucas) or too feminine to fit in with boys (the many young faggots I’ve counseled over the years). These parents (usually fathers) write me letters filled with fear and desperation, so eager to understand their suddenly-distant and struggling son. It truly wrenches my heart every time.

I wish some of these inspiring fathers could replace my own father, who knew I was a fucked-up kid and decided to largely turn his back on me. The fact that these glorious Men work so tirelessly to reach the hearts of their sons makes me hope for a time of better understanding ahead!

The latest example of such a great father is a Man named Alex. He lost his wife a few years ago, and he’s been raising his son Samuel (hey, great name!) by himself ever since.

The wrinkle is this: Samuel is fairly obviously a faggot.

Of course, as a straight Man, Sir Alex knows next-to-nothing about this or what might best benefit his son. But one thing is certain: Sir Alex wants whatever is best for him and will finally bring his son back to life since the death of his mother. And I can think of nothing more noble and beautiful in this broken world than that!

There is one interesting aspect to this story near the end, but I’ll let Sir Alex tell it:

Hello! My name is Alex, I am 39, talking from Mexico. I’d like to share my story with you, Sam. I have a 19-year-old son called Samuel just like you. I got married when I was his age, and he was born when I was 20. I wanted to spend my whole life with his mother as my loyal wife and raise Sam to be confident and successful man. But tragically my wife had cancer and passed away in 2021, when Sam was 15. Since then, I have committed my whole life to take care of my boy, night and day. My top priority in life is to see Sam happy, no matter who he is or what he feels.

Sam has always been very obedient and a really good boy at school and at home. When he was 5 or 6 he used to love Barbie movies and he spent most of his teenage years watching make-up tutorials online. So for me it is very obvious that he is gay, and this is totally fine for me. I love him no matter what. I am very young and always try to be a open-minded father for my son. But since my wife passed away Sam has been really depressed and I feel that I hardly ever see his beautiful smile nowadays. I talk a lot with him about the importance of moving forward, and that his mom wouldn’t want to see us suffering forever. But it’s been really hard to navigate this.

But the reason why I am telling you these things is because my best friend from school, whom I’ve been friends with for 25 years now, is gay and married to another guy. His name is Pablo and has known Sam since he was born, he was always the nice uncle (although not blood related) bringing presents to my son. When my wife passed away, he proved to be a real brother and gave a lot of support to Sam when I needed to work. I’ve asked Pablo many times if he thinks Sam is gay, and since my kid was 12 Pablo had no doubts that Sam was gay. More recently, I’ve tried anything to see my son happy again, you have no idea. There is nothing in the world that I want more than seeing my son moving forward and having a happy life. So a few weeks ago, since they are so close to each other, my friend Pablo asked me if I would allow Sam to spend some time at his place with his husband.

At first, I didn’t like the idea because I’ve protected Sam with my own hands since he was born. But Pablo was very honest to me and said that in his opinion my son is lost and he needs a male figure that I cannot be for him. He said that with his husband Sam would have a better environment to relax, open his mind, and explore his identity. We’ve been friends for 25 years and know everything about each other’s life, so I was very straightforward and asked him if he wanted to have sex with my son. Then he admitted that it wouldn’t be a bad idea because Sam is a virgin and needs to have a real Man guiding him. Pablo thinks that losing his virginity with someone he trusts will make Sam see other possibilities in life.

As I said, I’m very open-minded and would accept my son no matter what. But I don’t know how to react. Pablo said that he will not try to seduce my son without my consent, but he truly believes that it’s time for me to let it go. I asked Sam if he would like to spend a few weeks with Pablo and his husband, and my son opened a big smile and was really excited about the idea. I also should say that Sam loves social media and loves to put sexy pictures wearing his swim trunks for his close friends on Instagram stories. And do you know how I found it out? I am not on his close friends, but Pablo was, and I suspect that Sam only had Pablo in his close friends because my son is very shy and would not show sexy pictures to anyone.

So I have many hints that Sam is into Pablo, but at the same time I’m afraid that this is a bad idea. I wanted my son to find a boyfriend his age who would treat him well, and love him. I have never thought about my best friend to do so. He has a open relationship with his husband, but I don’t want my son to be just a little side fun for them. I trust Pablo more than anyone else on Earth, and he told me that he wants to “take care” of my son, not just have sex.

After some time discussing this, Pablo said that he has been following your work for many years on Twitter, and sent me this website. He told me to read some stories and learn about hierarchy. And I did it. I understand everything you say here, and I understand that some men are submissive, others are not. I can deal with all of that, and that’s fine. But in Sam’s case, I really need an outside opinion before deciding what to do with my son.

In any case, I would like to thank you for your time and I hope you could share your thoughts with me.

Hopefully this beautiful letter moved you the same way it did me! I’d love to give Sir Alex a hug for trusting me with this!

Given what I know, it’s clear that (a) Samuel is a natural-born faggot, and (b) Sir Alex’s best friend Pablo is an Alpha and Master who seems very much to be a Protector Alpha (certainly he would be for Samuel, anyway).

In theory I wholeheartedly agree with Master Pablo that Samuel needs to be given a chance to serve a Man as he was born to do. Fulfillment of purpose is something we all strive for in our own way. When we realize that purpose, it opens all of the locked doors in our hearts and minds. Samuel deserves to experience that just like anyone else. In fact, I suggest he might need it even more than most.

When a faggot loses a mother, the faggot loses his first true ally (most of the time). Men are frightening and distant to most young faggots, so a motherless faggot often withdraws. It’s something that simply can’t be avoided at this stage of development.

But Master Pablo seems to understand what I do, that Samuel would likely blossom with training, simple things like foot worship, and some sexual experience. The fact that Samuel opened up immediately to the idea of staying with Master Pablo tells me a lot about Samuel’s interests and desires.

To my dear Sir, Alex, I just want to say that Samuel will be okay in the care of your best friend. He’s not going to corrupt your son or ever hurt him. In fact, Master Pablo will be working to FREE your son. Your little boy has been Master Pablo’s little boy, too. He’s cared for Samuel as if he were his own son. Master Pablo will only ever seek the best for Samuel, just as you always will.

But there are simply some things a father generally cannot do for his son. This is one of them when that son is a faggot.

I’m sure there will be a time when Samuel understands this moment in time, a moment when Sir Alex made a brave and wise decision to give him freedom and a chance to find purpose. At that time he will hug his father tightly, tears in his eyes, and thank him for such a blessing!

But until then, Sir Alex, you have my utmost respect and everlasting thanks! Please keep me informed when possible, Sir!

Months ago I was being tormented on X by a crazy findom person who claimed to be an Alpha cashmaster named @DebtMaster.

At the time I had a large account (90K+ followers) devoted to the podcast, and this guy was obsessed with me reposting his content. Eventually I caught on that he was not really Alpha (true Alphas don’t whine that much) and I stopped reposting. So then he started paying me $50-150 through my Throne account, and I happily took his money.

But then darker things began to emerge. His messages to me were becoming threatening. Then I saw his public feuding with Master @IAMFINDOMSAM, a cashmaster I deeply respect. So I blocked DebtMaster. Then he wrote to me from another account, taking credit for having my podcast account banned. I just blocked him again.

I say all of this to preface what happened today. Master @AlphaInked2 and some of his faggots revealed the jaw-dropping evidence they’d accumulated against DebtMaster, revealing him to be a deeply sick, psychotic faggot who pretended to be Alpha so he could take tributes from faggots and pay Alphas with it. Even worse, he’s actually a fat gay prostitute with TERRIBLE reviews.

All of this was revealed through an account called @exposedebtmastr. And the evidence is beyond damning.

Ready?

I agree with Master @IAMFINDOMSAM – this is the most shocking exposure in my ten years around the findom scene.

And it serves as a warning to all faggots, something I’ve been saying since the beginning of this site: DO NOT GIVE STRANGE MEN YOUR MONEY ONLINE unless they can be VERIFIED!

The findom scene is full of fakers and scammers. And now we know there are ACTUAL PSYCHOS in this scene as well.

So PROTECT YOURSELVES, FAGGOTS!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Nightingale (n) – 1. a small bird known for its melodious chirp that was in ancient times considered to be a symbol of mercy and good fortune. 2. The surname of Florence Nightingale, a caretaker known as the inventor of modern nursing.

Do you know what separates truly great Alphas from the rest? Their HEARTS. God Alphas aren’t just extremely powerful Alphas who are revered by other Alphas. No, they’re also Alphas so respectable and lead with such heart and integrity that they alter the world around them.

Straight Master Jerome is just 19 years old, but he is leading in ways that lesser Alphas cannot comprehend! Keep reading to find out why!

You see, Master Jerome has been on a mission to claim the three faggot friends of his sister this summer. They are his first faggots! So far he has claimed Fags A and B perfectly, and now he had his sights set on claiming the last prize: Fag C!

But then a most unexpected thing happened. Here’s Master Jerome:

This is Master Jerome again. I wanna update you about my attempt to conquer Fag C.

As I did with Fag A and B, I approached him subtly. I texted him asking for advise on how to start practicing yoga. Besides being a dancer, he’s also a yoga instructor, so he was very open from the beginning, and I noticed that I could use this topic to approach him. After a few days, I told him that I’d love to see him practicing yoga and he sent some videos of him in very sexy positions. That was the moment to conquer my sweet Fag.

I told him that I wanted to have some individual sections with him. I started genuinely trying to learn yoga, but it didn’t take long for him to notice how hard I was. I was more than ready to put him on his knees and feed him a load. But when I touched him and we started kissing I felt he wasn’t very comfortable, then I stopped, and we just kissed. Later that day, I texted him asking how he was feeling. I didn’t want to scare the Fag. He said he was fine, but opened his heart about what was going on.

He told me that his first boyfriend, when he was 18 y.o., loved to breed him, but one day invited other guys to breed him to. He was not very comfortable with that, but he obeyed his bf’s wish because he didn’t want to disappoint him. Apparently, this guy enjoyed to see armys of Alphas breeding the sweet fag and the boy couldn’t stop him from inviting more and more men. After serving as a cumdump for dozens of men, his former Alpha one day told him that one of the other guys had hiv and it was too late for him to do anything because the breeding had happened a month before.

The boy was devastated and, to make things worse, his horrible bf broke up with him because he didn’t want a fag with hiv. Fag C was 18, couldn’t talk about it with his homophobic family, and had no information about hiv at all. His world fell apart. Thanks to his passion for ballet and yoga, he could manage to find purpose in life. But since he found out about his hiv status, he hasn’t let any man touch him.

I felt so bad that I immediately went to his house and asked if we could talk in person. He cried a lot telling me the whole story again in person. I followed my instincts and hugged him. The only think I said was “nobody will hurt you again” and “please, let me take care of you.” We spent the night together, I promised him to support him to overcome this trauma, and he explained to me all the medicine he takes to control the virus. After some hours, I kissed him again and he asked if I wasn’t disgusted by him. And I said that I would never be disgusted by such a perfect boy like him.

After all this time without a man, the fag was desperately in need of some good dick and cum. Once he felt comfortable in my arms, I didn’t need to do anything else. He asked me with a sexy timid smile if he could suck my dick. I told him that he didn’t need to do it if he wasn’t comfortable, but he said something that showed to me that I was born to take care lonely fags like him: “you’re the only man that made me want to suck a dick in such a long time, I wanna serve you”

I put my dick out and I could feel how hungry he was. He licked my balls, kissed my crotch and my legs, and gave me such an amazing head. I don’t know if it sounds crazy, but although his blowjob skills were as good as Fag A and B, I could feel that it was different for him. It was a moment of liberation, serving a man without any fear or pressure. I knew how traumatized he was of being a cumdump for multiple men, so I was ready to cum on the floor. But when I told him I was getting close, he held my cock, and put his tongue out, taking my thick load, which he swallowed without any complaints. He looked up, with a beautiful smile, still licking some cum from his lips, and just said “thank you for this”

I was born to conquer fags. But most importantly I was born to rescue and protect fags. Fag C was devastated and crying when I arrived in his house. After I used him, he had a mouth full of cum and a beautiful smile in his face. That’s the true purpose of an Alpha. I hate his ex-bf and I hate the was he was used before, but now I will make sure that he will have what any Fag deserves: protection, safety, and purpose.

I have not bred him yet. I will need to be very careful to fuck and breed him without triggering anything bad. He confessed to me that doggy style is very traumatic for him because that’s the position his Alpha would put him for dozens of men to fuck, often without even seeing their faces. I told him that we won’t rush and, when he feels ready, he will ride my dick to feel completely comfortable. My plan is to start fucking him like that, and breed him in missionary position, while kissing his face to see if he’s okay.

From now on, my moral duty will be taking care of him and my other boys. I won’t let any men traumatize my fags again.

When I read this I started crying. I was so horrified that an Alpha would do that to a faggot who trusted him, but also by Master Jerome’s incredible response! This is the response of a God Alpha who is in complete control of all things and totally confident in himself! The depth of his compassion and comprehension floored me!

And before anybody starts any nonsense, let me clear the air: what Master Jerome is doing is perfectly safe. We know from 45 years of HIV research that it is nearly impossible for HIV to be transmitted to the insertive partner during sex. That’s why straight Men who do not do intravenous drugs/blood transfusions do not get HIV regardless of how many HIV+ females they fuck unprotected. It takes an enormous amount of viral particles entering the bloodstream to seroconvert someone, and there’s simply no way for that to happen to a Man fucking someone or kissing them (saliva largely destroys HIV). And I’m sure Fag C is on a common HIV drug like Biktarvy and likely is nondetectable anyway.

In other words, Master Jerome is in NO DANGER AT ALL.

I’m so glad that Master Jerome had the compassion and composure in the moment to give Fag C his dick and cum! From Master Jerome’s description, it sounds like the faggot was STARVING for it like a baby bird! This gives Fag C the opportunity to feel NORMAL again after its world was turned upside-down by its cruel previous owner, as well as a chance to emotionally heal!

Again, I’m floored that Master Jerome understood this and granted the faggot that fulfillment!

I also love how Master Jerome is planning to fuck and breed Fag C in a special way that will claim the faggot appropriately while also considering the fag’s needs. Clearly, the faggot is suffering from post-traumatic stress, and Master Jerome is treating it kindly and thoughtfully! So incredibly beautiful!

But most of all, I love that Master Jerome views all three of these faggots as HIS PROPERTY TO PROTECT AND CARE FOR! They are his pets, his special possessions. They belong to HIM now. Beneath his great wings these faggots will be safe and cherished and trained and fulfilled through use!

Not only is Master Jerome ascending to God Alpha status, but he’s also revealing himself to be the epitome of a Protector Alpha as well. Oh how I wish other Alphas had even a sliver of the power and compassion of Master Jerome, a Man in the very greatest sense of that most awe-inspiring word!

I thank and praise you, Master Jerome, for everything you are and everything you will become! All faggots belong to you, and all Alphas should learn from you! Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your journey to God Alphahood, Master!

Yours,

sam the faggot

P.S. The title of this post is “Nightingale” for another reason. When I was rescuing Baby Boy from Syria and things look bleak, one day I received a text from Baby Boy with a link to a video by Demi Lovato called “Nightingale”. I immediately opened it in my car. The song is about someone broken begging for help and comfort from someone strong to save them.

It was Baby Boy’s cry for help from me. And believe me, I immediately began crying, too!

As any longtime readers know, I successfully rescued Baby Boy and he’s safe. That song “Nightingale” carried me the whole way, and continues to touch me.

And I leave it here for those like Fag C who feel lost and broken, and begging for a great God Alpha like Master Jerome to rescue them!

(Story written by a tourist visiting Toronto: @precioushimbo)

I’d been in Toronto for a few days, soaking in the city’s vibe but there was one thing I couldn’t get out of my mind. A fantasy I never thought would actually happen! I took a shot and reached out to one of the most well-known chastity subs and TPE relationships around — Zack & Declan! 

I’ve fantasized about this since I got X.  Zack is on X and his owner is on 🦋 with the same profile handle: @jktoronto11 (If you don’t follow them, then do it!)

I had to message Declan for final approval, I Flirted, teased, maybe begged a little… and to my surprise, he replied.

We chatted. Fast. Filthy. 

An hour or so later, Zack actually showed up at my Airbnb by Declan’s orders. I was shocked!

And yes – he was locked tight 🔒

Fckk, the second I saw him, all I wanted was to bend him over and claim that ass. But I was locked too. Two caged boys, desperate and denied—what could we even do? Still, I tried to play alpha, tested my dominance on him… but he laughed. Turns out being owned in a full-on, no-limits Total Power Exchange made my little power plays seem like child’s games. He didn’t belong to me, I didn’t belong to him our bodies and desires were already owned by others. 

And boy, that made it hotter.

The more we talked, the more I felt myself slipping. I was now in the same room asking questions about his life. My head spinning, cock aching, precum dripping constantly. I wanted to be his, even if he was the sub. I craved his control. It didn’t make sense—but I needed it.

Before I knew it, I was cuffed to a chair. Helpless. Horny. Hooked.

We kept talking, teasing, testing limits while I squirmed in my restraints. I felt exposed, vulnerable—and then there was a knock at the door.

My heart stopped. I wasn’t expecting anyone.

My hands were cuffed behind the chair, ankles bound, and a hood over my head left me blind to the world. Vulnerable. Exposed. The tension in the room was thick, and then a knock on the door.

Zack paused. “You expecting someone?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

He checked the peephole and opened the door. I couldn’t see, but I could feel the shift in the air immediately. A new presence entered.

Then a voice: smooth, amused. “Well, well… look at you, babe, playing boss with the tourist. He looks good.”

My heart jumped. I knew that voice wasn’t just anyone. That had to be him—Zack’s Dom. I was stunned. What were the odds? How did I end up in this position?

There was kissing. Intimate. Intense. I could hear everything. Then, the hood was lifted.

And there he was. Declan.

He looked down at me with a calm authority that made me sit a little straighter, despite the cuffs. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t dare.

“Untie him,” he told Zack.

No argument. No hesitation. I was free.

“Hand me the cuffs,” Declan said next. “Both of you—stand in front of each other. Hands on your heads.”

We obeyed. Still silent, still charged with energy.

With skilled hands, Declan clipped a single cuff that locked us together in a very intimate way. He tucked the key into his pocket and said casually, “I’m heading out for lunch—and I need to stop at the store. Talk. Connect. You’re not going anywhere.”

Then he left.

We waited. We talked. We laughed a bit at the absurdity of it all, but underneath that was something real—a spark. We ended up lying on the bed, close, lips brushing. Not fully free, but not trapped either. Just… connected.

Two hours passed before another knock broke the stillness. It was Declan, back.

“Living room,” he ordered. We followed—awkwardly, given our joined state.

“Zack, on your knees.”

As he dropped, I had to drop too, still bound to him.

“Show your friend what devotion looks like.”

As he said that, Zack pulled his cock from his jeans and started to suck.  I was then told to place my hands behind my back and watch and not say a word.  He sucked him for about 10 minutes and then the moaning started and Zack started to swallow. 

Declan turned to me next. “Your turn. Show your respect., clean my cock!”

I did.

When it was over, he tossed the key between us.

“Unlock yourselves. We’re heading out. Nice to meet you, boy. Enjoy Toronto. Zack may keep in touch—I’ll allow it.”

And then they left. I remained on my knees for a moment, breathless, overwhelmed. Alone, but changed.

The End.

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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 must tell you it has been a real treasure to get to know Master Jason, the incredible straight college Alpha who recently reached out to me about his latest faggot Mason. Right from the start I recognized that, even though he’s only owned faggots for a couple of years, the ownership and training of them was almost second-nature to him. We always talk about how faggots are born to serve Men, but we rarely discuss how some straight Alphas are born to own faggots.

But Master Jason was born to own faggots.

To illustrate that I have a terrific story about Master Jason’s first faggot John (this faggot, still owned long distance by Master Jason, wrote to me about coming to be owned by him. I’ll share that in a separate post.

Now back to Mason. If you’ll recall, Mason thought he might not be a faggot, but Master Jason (utilizing his natural instincts) managed to break Mason and get Mason to admit he’s a faggot. There was even some light scent training as reinforcement.

I advised Master Jason to continue ramping up scent training and intensifying it in the hopes of cementing Mason’s resolve. That was, of course, exactly what Master Jason planned to do. He has incredible patience with faggots (part of his Protector Alpha personality); he understands that faggots are broken males in many ways and are vulnerable and scared. Master Jason’s training focuses on getting the faggot to embrace this purpose and then find fulfillment in becoming an owned faggot.

So Master Jason updated me on another little setback:

So far training Mason has been a process just slower yk since he is adapting to additional tasks I’ve assigned him, but ngl he’s done a good job of worshipping me and has been such an obedient fag now and the scent training has paid dividends. He’s even volunteered to do all my laundry without me asking, and I know he’s just been sniffing at my sweat-stained clothes. But I was surprised he didn’t write either and asked him about it but he doesn’t feel humiliated, just shocked bout the whole thing yk just a lot of things for him to handle at once.  I encouraged him to write to you about his perspective though, as he admitted not thinking his perspective was more important than mine. As for chastity, I’ll definitely look into making a ceremony for sure, def think it would create a closer alpha-faggot bond between us, but taking my time with it for now.

For scent training, it’s been kinda easy just bc I mentioned when we first talked I noticed how he took some of my gym clothes before, so his resistance isn’t as high. But to make him more addicted when we go to the gym I instruct him to smell my towel everytime I wipe sweat off to get him addicted to the scent and tell him I know he wants it and if he wants to continue serving me he needs to smell them. When we get back though I throw my gym socks at him and simply tell him that I know he wants to smell them and he has until I’m finished showering to smell them. I’ve been using this to train him to my scent but one time he was still sniffing my socks when I returned disobeying me so I didn’t let him worship or sniff my pits or clothes for 24 hours.  He ended up begging me if he could just use one of my gym shirts, which I flat out refused since he was disobedient.

This has made him so obedient that he knows when he can sniff and when he has to stop and he hasn’t made the mistake since then and scent training him has been almost a daily occurrence. I also reward him everytime he finishes my homework, cooks, or does the laundry by letting Mason sniff my pits and feet for around a couple minutes to really let him know that worshipping me is a reward. I’m planning to begin scent training him to my crotch soon by giving him my sweaty underwear to break him in and get him addicted, but tryna figure it still since my experience with John was different from other stories I’ve met since he never asked to worship my cock and he seemed happy just being my slave yk. So if ya have any tips feel free to lmk but that’s how its going so far.

Most of this sounded pretty good to me, and I complimented Master Jason for his patient approach and how it seemed to be paying off.

But then Master Jason sent me this troubling update:

For Mason though I took your advice man and tried to force his face into my crotch, but even tho he admitted he was a fag, he resisted a bit and couldn’t do so. For me I don’t find it weird, I am just selective on who actually gets to see and touch my cock. He apologized about being not ready and ended up tearing up a bit about being straight before to not being a fag and I did my best to comfort him, but I had to punish him and ended up tying him up in my room for a couple hours gagged with my sock. I encouraged him to write to you because although he’s obedient and everything, he still has these moments where I have to comfort him quite often. It’s definitely been a delicate balance yk with him more than any fag I’ve used just because I still see him as a brother of sorts, but I hope he does get better.

I do plan on moving forward in training him still over a longer period of time and I still haven’t really thought about placing my seed in him seeing as he hasn’t deserved it but a hole is a hole and if proves himself worthy I may consider it. 

How disappointing!

I have no idea how a guy can actively and repeatedly steal an Alpha’s underwear and still consider himself to be straight and not a faggot. I understand that Mason at first even told me that he felt like a Top and that he was “vers”, which was ridiculous to me given what he was doing with Master Jason’s underwear.

It honestly breaks my heart that Mason cannot let go of the delusions he clings to about being straight or anything other than a faggot. Even more tragic, he’s screwing up the opportunity to serve and be owned by a truly magnificent straight Alpha like Master Jason. Unlike most of his Alpha brothers, Master Jason shows patience and, even wilder, LOYALTY to his faggots. These are qualities that are very rare, and should NEVER be taken for granted.

While there are probably tens of thousands of faggots who would love to serve Master Jason, Mason is crying and begging off of it. It’s mind-boggling.

I can only praise Master Jason for attempting to comfort this faggot that resists his ownership and guidance. Most Alphas would’ve tossed it away by now, probably, especially straight ones who could be fucking pussy instead.

Thank you Master Jason for being a great Protector Alpha, a true example of Hierarchy at its finest!

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

The title to this post is a pretty well-known saying among Alphas. I know, because I’ve heard them say it plenty of times. And while it’s clearly meant to be a joke, there is an underlying belief that I feel Alphas accept about “consent” versus “consent in the moment”, which are two wildly different concepts.

I can tell you that Alphas in the moment take any hesitation in resistance to mean consent. In other words, if the faggot or female doesn’t fight back vigorously and emphatically when being taken by an Alpha, the Alpha considers that to be half-hearted and essentially just a suggestion of resistance. Like a playful game, let’s say.

My faggot brother James (who is still serving his straight Master after ten years!) had a thought about this issue, which he sent to me through my Questions From Readers inbox. Here’s what he had to say:

Although quite rare, I have read and even personally heard a faggot’s account of what they consider being raped by an Alpha after submitting to his control… The most common instance of this would be forceful anal penetration after discussing only oral service beforehand… It seems that these faggots consider themselves on a par with a woman, reserving the right to curtail the man’s sexual release at any time prior to culmination.

Although I have been one straight Alpha’s personal faggot for 10 years to date, just prior to this I experience the same situation on two separate occasions with two different Alpha males. In each case, I had previously consented to meet for the purpose of providing oral service to completion and swallowing the load. In both situations the Alpha made the decision that oral service would not be sufficient to fulfill his masculine needs. So, prior to arriving at climax, these Alphas provided me with anal sex as an option. I had not prepared or allotted time for this so I declined. This answer was not acceptable and I was physically forced into assuming the position and being fucked until his satisfaction had been achieved. Although a certain amount of force was used to bring me into compliance, I recall that my resistance was halfhearted at best. Something inside of me seemed to urge compliance. I would outwardly exhibit resistance, but total submission would be the end result.

Once penetrated, my ultimate purpose as a faggot was realized and the Alpha’s satisfaction was achieved. I never felt that I had been raped or anything akin to it. After all, these men had identified me as a faggot beforehand and that meant they would have a certain mindset as to my purpose.

I knew they had only acted as nature intended… And my final compliance was true to nature as well.

Here James draws a distinction between a female and a faggot in terms of “rights”, and I agree with that. Women are meant to be complements of a Man, not a slave (like faggots are). That’s not to say that Alphas don’t roll through the stop signs women put up, but the dynamic is definitely different. As far as Alphas are concerned, there are no stop signs with a faggot, given that a faggot’s entire existence is to serve and service Alpha needs. So right off the bat, we can see that an Alpha’s perspective going into a meet-up with a faggot is radically different than that of their approach to females.

So given an Alpha’s original perspective on a faggot – that it exists to be used – once an Alpha is in the act of using a faggot and it starts to “fight back”, it’s only natural that the Alpha would force the faggot to take his dick and load (or give up money, or whatever else an Alpha is using a faggot for).

But the real meat of what James says involves the end result within the faggot when it is forcibly entered against its will and bred (or, in the vernacular of some, raped). As he correctly points out, the faggot learns its place in a more meaningful way. It becomes more submissive, more obedient, and more grateful for a deeper understanding of Hierarchy.

That is certainly what happened to me in my rape (I do call it a rape because I was actually fighting back and had a knife put to my throat). Even in a more violent scenario like mine, once the bleeding stopped and I could process what happened I definitely understood Alpha rage and authority from a much deeper perspective. And, in a weird way, I developed gratitude for my rapist for teaching me a fundamental lesson about Hierarchical truth.

That’s sick to some. But those faggots out there who have been forcibly taken and used by aggressive Alphas know of the truths about which I speak. I guarantee that my brother James knows.

Ultimately, faggots are “the willing”. We are born with a willingness to be used by Alphas, to serve them even in their darkest moments. We NEED to be used this way.

So it isn’t rape … not really. Our faggot hearts were willing to be taken long before we ever protested, and before they ever even penetrated us.

Alphas teach us this every time they hold us down and force us to learn that lesson.

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!

It’s a holiday today, and I’m home alone, tidying up before Declan gets back from work. Honestly, it sucks that he had to go in today—I was hoping we’d get to spend the day together. I didn’t expect him to come home on his lunch break, but he did. I had the music playing loud while I vacuumed and didn’t hear the door open.

Next thing I knew, he was behind me—his surprise made me yelp so loud I nearly dropped the vacuum. He just laughed and said with a smirk, “Good housewife, cleaning up while I’m out making money.”

Still catching my breath, I asked, “What are you doing home, babe?”

He leaned in close and replied, “There’s a new guy at work. Hot as hell. I’ve been hard all morning just looking at him. I came home to put on some tighter underwear—don’t need everyone noticing.”

Before I could reply, he took my hand and said, “Come with me.” There was a glint in his eye I knew all too well.

He led me to the room where he keeps the jail cell —our little shared secret. “Shhh,” he whispered. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he locked one end of a hinged cuff around my balls and the other to the cold iron bar. My hands followed, restrained together in front of me to the bars. I was now kneeling, unable to move without a very noticeable consequence. He took my phone and placed it near by and turned my camera on and said: “Use your watch and turn your camera on to film yourself if you want or don’t. I don’t care”

Declan stepped back smiling. “Move too much, and you’ll feel it,” he warned, brushing his hand down my cheek. “I’m going to the living room to watch some porn and blow a load. I might make a bit of a mess—something for you to deal with after I leave.”

I heard him walk off, and then the unmistakable sounds of moans and motion coming from the other room. I couldn’t move, couldn’t touch—only listen. Time slowed to a crawl. Ten minutes later, he returned, casually unfastened the cuffs, and with a satisfied tone said, “Clean the carpet before I get back,” he said, licking his thumb and brushing it across my bottom lip. “I left you something to remember me by.”

Seconds later, the door shut behind him.

I wish I could say I was strong enough to resist, but I didn’t even think to take a picture for all of you. I just cleaned it up… maybe a little more intimately than I should have as I admit I took a few licks.

Does that make me pathetic licking his cum from the carpet?

All I know is… I’m still aching for him.

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Anyone who reads my stuff or listens to my podcast or follows any of my other social media knows that I have something of a controversial perspective on rape and forced sex.

There’s no doubt my opinions on the subject are heavily colored by my own rape at the age of 19/20 years old. Honestly, I feel my rape helped me to clarify a truer and deeper understanding of the hierarchical forces fueling rape. I better appreciate the way such experiences sculpt hierarchical dominance, as well as force acceptance of purpose into faggots and other inferiors.

I’m not justifying rape, mind you. I’m simply saying that it explains hierarchical mechanics in a raw, unfiltered way.

For every person who criticizes what I say about rape and forced sex, there are countless others like Mark who discover the truth of what I teach here and tell me their stories.

Listen to Mark’s eloquent words:

Dear Brother Sam,
As a devoted reader of your writings and a man who identifies with the submissive role you so eloquently describe, I feel compelled to share my personal journey of transformation and the profound impact it has had on my life. Your work has inspired me to reflect on my experiences with clarity and gratitude, and I hope my story honors the hierarchy you illuminate.

In my younger years, I was still exploring my identity and desires, uncertain of my place in the world. I sought out the company of older, dominant men, yearning to serve them in intimate ways. My focus was never on my own pleasure but on the fulfillment I found in submitting to their desires. I would often reflect on these encounters later, savoring the memories in private moments. During this time, I lived a double life—outwardly dominant in my professional and married life, yet inwardly craving the release of surrendering control. I pursued these encounters without protection, fully aware of the risks, driven by an urge to submit that I could not ignore.

Everything changed through an experience orchestrated by a trusted dominant friend, a real estate salesman who had guided me in similar encounters before. Without my prior knowledge or consent, he arranged for me to meet another man, a real estate broker, at a property listed for sale. Such arrangements were not unfamiliar, as my friend and I had shared intimate moments in empty homes before. I arrived at the back door of the house as instructed, and the broker welcomed me inside, leading me to an upstairs bedroom where a bed remained.

As we entered the room, the broker’s demeanor shifted. He seized me with intensity, kissing me with a commanding force that left me breathless. I offered no resistance, my body responding instinctively to his dominance. He began to undress me with urgency, tearing my clothing in a way that left it unusable. Overwhelmed, I surrendered completely, unable to resist his authority.
He was a tall, slender man, and though I was accustomed to larger partners, his approach was unlike anything I had experienced. He entered me with a fierce determination, each movement accompanied by a powerful declaration of his intent. For a fleeting moment, I felt a pang of resistance, but it quickly dissolved into overwhelming pleasure. I was consumed by the experience, my body and mind yielding entirely to him. Tears welled up as waves of ecstasy and surrender washed over me—it felt natural, profound, and deeply fulfilling.

Afterward, to my surprise, he held me gently, offering words that resonated deeply: “It’s alright, you’ve been claimed as you needed to be. Now you know your place.” His tenderness contrasted with his earlier intensity, leaving me both comforted and transformed. He left abruptly, and I never saw him again, yet his words and actions marked a turning point in my life.

In the aftermath, I noticed a profound shift within myself. My desires realigned entirely, and I no longer found fulfillment in the intimate moments I once shared with women, including my wife. My thoughts and dreams became consumed with serving men, embracing my true nature. This experience—what I now understand as a moment of profound submission—freed me to live authentically, to embrace my identity as a submissive man with pride and clarity.

I am forever grateful for this transformation, which allowed me to understand and accept my deepest desires. Brother Sam, your writings have given me the language and courage to celebrate this journey and to honor the hierarchy that guides us. Thank you for your wisdom and for creating a space where men like me can feel whole and understood.

With utmost respect and gratitude,
brother mark,

Isn’t this experience amazing?? This Alpha literally forced Mark to take his cock and his load, cunting him in the process and reducing him to tears, and then actually vocalizes his intent by saying, “now you’ve been claimed as you needed to be. Now you know your place”!!

You see, ALPHAS UNDERSTAND THIS INSTINCTIVELY. They know that subs and faggots need to be broken, by force if necessary. They need to impose their will in order to help the sub or faggot embrace their deeper hierarchical needs.

That’s what happened to Mark, and that’s why Mark broke down and cried after it happened. He wasn’t crying from being traumatized … he was crying because of the exhilaration of being set free!

We faggots should thank Alphas who take us this way, who force us to take their ruts and their nuts in aggressive, dominant ways. We should be grateful when they cunt us through violation.

It might be terrifying in the moment, but in the end we are overjoyed with a richer understanding of our place in hierarchy. It’s like someone born colorblind trying out Enchroma glasses for the first time and breaking down in tears at the wonder of true vision!

The Alphas who cunt you through rape and force are the hierarchical version of those Enchroma glasses. They force you to see yourself through hierarchical lenses, and the world will never look the same!

Thank you, Mark!

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!

Master Anthony is one of the most extraordinary finds since this site has been rebuilt. A straight Alpha with movie star good looks and an effervescent joy of Alphahood radiating from him, Master Anthony has no problem pulling women and fucking them.

But his life took a radical turn when his friend Fabien unexpectedly submitted to him and offered himself as his personal faggot. Since that moment, an entire new world of absolute power opened up to him and he has ascended to levels of glory and pleasure that he ever imagined was possible.

All because he took ownership of a great faggot like Fabien!

Like any growing God Alpha, Master Anthony has been training his lieutenant Alphas of his Alpha Pack how to own and use their own faggots, and some of them have taken to ownership with just as much eagerness as Master Anthony! Two of his best Alpha friends, Henri and Charles, have taken faggots of their own and are also growing powerful under Master Anthony’s guidance. It’s been incredible to witness!

Master Anthony recently went on vacation with these two Alphas, and they were accompanied by their three faggots (Fabien, Clement, and Basile). Fabien already wrote about this trip RIGHT HERE, but Master Anthony wanted to add some Alpha perspective about the trip.

As always, it’s invaluable insight into the Alpha psyche:

Hey boy!

I saw that Fabien told you about our wonderful last vacation! My bros and I have had such a great time, playing, swimming, surfing, flirting and fucking girls, and ordering around three slaves at our beck and call! 

You know, I can’t believe I’m saying that, but I think I truly love my house slave. He and I are a perfect symbiosis. He obeys my every wish, every gesture, every glance. Often, he even knows what I want before I say it, even before I know it myself! I love being bossy and pushy with him, but I can’t help showing him affection now and then. Hey, a superior man like me has also some tenderness in him! It’s only right that I care for my devoted, hard working serving boy!

Yesterday, as I was fucking him hard, face to face, I leaned over his face and gave him a true French kiss. The poor boy was in complete shock! I laughed so hard seeing him completely in ecstasy, all he could say was “Oh God, God, God…”  So fucking adorable!

Oh and by the way, some days ago, as I was having breakfast in bed, Fabien gave a big loving kiss to my toe and said “That’s from my big brother Sam who sends his adoration for you, Master”. You inferior males are so funny! You wish so hard you could be serving me and worshipping me hey, sam? Well, keep praising my glory, I like that. You’re a good boy!

It’s impossible to not love Master Anthony. He’s so confident in everything that he does that he can do something like French kiss his faggot while he’s fucking him and it’s just play. He’s still the same straight Alpha he was before he took ownership of Fabien. This is simply a natural extension of his growing power, which he shrugs off with an affability that is almost confounding. He’s something absolutely unique!

I questioned Master Anthony about his development of fellow Alphas Henri and Charles. He responded beautifully:

Henri and Charles are LOVING having slaves as much I as do! And yeah I like to encourage them to try new things. Thank to me they tested the position of stomping on the head of a submissive while fucking it! That’s one of my favorites! 

I also introduced Charles to double penetration with his slave. It was cool, especially as his (faggot) needs to be put in line a bit LOL

My favorite moment was with two chicks brought back from the beach. One kissed my mouth, another worshipped my cock, while two stooges (faggots) licked my feet! I felt crazy! In such moments, I realize I’m really a God!

I LOVE TO BE A MAN ! 

I cannot tell you how blessed I feel as both a student and teacher of Hierarchy to know a young God Alpha like Master Anthony. He’s so open and honest and full of life and power. He’s just a breathtaking example of how hierarchy transforms straight Alphas into more than they could ever know otherwise!

I’m so proud of him, and also to be his!

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!

This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I get many questions from faggots about the service of straight Alphas. I always warn them – you can definitely serve straight Alphas, but don’t expect it to last forever and definitely do not fall in love. It’s almost guaranteed that the straight Alpha will eventually fall in love with a female and leave the faggot behind.

But occasionally love has erupted between an Alpha and his faggot. In the five years of this blog, I’ve witnessed two marriages between Alphas and their faggots. So ultimately, it’s possible that love can occur.

But the letter I received from a faggot brother named Jamie really blew me away and destroyed any preconceptions I had about the potential of the straight Alpha/faggot dynamic. You see, Jamie met and began to serve a straight Alpha named Dino, and now 15 years later they are married!

The letter Jamie wrote to me is so breathlessly adoring of Alpha Dino (even after all of these years) that I had to re-read it a second time to absorb it all. It is one the greatest love letters I think I’ve ever read.

I’ll get out of the way and let James tell the story:

I first saw Alpha Dino at a friend’s home. He was staying with them while separated from his wife. He emerged from a shower and walked through the room on his way out. He had dark hair, blue eyes, dozens of tattoos, and a body to die for. He only had on jeans, tiny streams of water still adorning his body. Our eyes met and I immediately cast my gaze down, said hello, and tried not to orgasm. He was AWESOME. He grinned a tiny bit and went to his room. I told my friend, “I’m having that “. He said, “No, He’ll KILL you. He’s just out of jail and I’ve seen him beat men bigger than you down for just looking at Him.” I said, ” then I’ll die happy.”.

I stayed the night KNOWING that something would happen and sure enough at 6 AM there’s a knock on my door. It’s the Master. We started to talk and I was just honest about who I am and what I could be for him. We talked for 7 hours without stopping, discussing our past and present. At that time I just thought I could be his side piece and that He’d go back to the wife. I had yet to realize my true calling of faggot. He still had the attitude of Alpha Male but had been beaten down by so many women that He lacked confidence. His wife constantly undermined things like His dick size ( 9 x 5 wasn’t big enough for her) his looks ( He’s the most handsome Alpha I have ever seen) sex takes too long (when Daddy gets horned up he goes for hours and fills his bitch with several juicy loads) etc… so even though He hadn’t realized His Alpha potential, I did. Just as immediately He saw I was a faggot when I didn’t yet know my destiny.

So He decided to give a fag a try, only because I was a faggot who immediately worshiped him and because I was good for his self-esteem. He said we’d have a date. We rented a hotel room for after dinner but we never left that night. He was showering and commanded me to get in with him. He made me wash his Holy body. He got out, barked at me to hurry and wash and get the fuck in bed. I did. We got high and I worshiped his body for 4 hours. He refused to cum. I thought I might die. After lying awake at His feet watching Him sleep for 2 hours I put His dirty boxers up to my nose and mouth and went to sleep. In a while, I was awakened by His foot gently kicking my head. It was obvious I had cried myself to sleep. He grinned and told me to come to Him. He asked what the problem was and when I told him that I realized after our session that I knew I belonged to Him, that I was created for Him. I told Him His cum was all that I needed to be whole, to become everything that I needed to be, that His cum was sacred, it gave life, and how blessed I would be if He chose to gift me with it. He grinned and punched me in the chest. I came INSTANTLY and He became very serious. He told me He hadn’t cum because He hadn’t fucked me. He never came in a mouth because He came so much nobody ever wanted it. Girls had thrown up trying to take his cum, the few who even wanted to try. Never a cum freak I nonetheless told Him it was my destiny to be His and that meant swallowing every precious drop of His sacred cum. As a matter of fact, I had, overnight, developed an overwhelming NEED for every liquid from His omnipotent body. He ordered me to ” go get my fucking cum then cunt.” This Alpha Man/God shot a load like I never had before and I totally became his. I choked and swallowed, He growled and cursed and held me on it, forcing me to take it all.

Then the REAL sex and dominance began. He spent the next 19 hours fucking my face, cunting me for the first time, and showing me that I now belonged to him. That was 15 years ago and I still worship my Alpha God daily. I could count on 2 hands the days He hasn’t gifted me, blessed me with his gigantic load. I am proud to say I know what every inch of my Master’s body looks like, smells like, and tastes like. I am a lucky faggot. It was a VERY rough road for us. The situation fucked with Daddy’s head for years but we both finally found our path as Alpha Male and faggot (now I’m a faggot wife) I have His name, his seed, and His domineering love. Whether He makes love to me, fucks me, rapes and beats me, or just allows me to worship Him until He has no more cum to spray into me, I am truly blessed. He owns my soul. I am His…

I am truly blessed.  One of the best things about my Daddy is his ability to shoot a load and just keep on going. I am such a happy faggot. I am sure we’re not the typical Alpha and fag because of our different life experiences. He truly is a straight Alpha Male who just happens to love a submissive faggot. Not many people understand that He’s still straight. I did get permission to say this. When He decided that I could be one of His holes He was still fucking women, as a Stud should be doing.

But after about 5 years He decided no cunt but me would be allowed to have His cum because it so SO Sacred so He started keeping His used rubbers, tied up and tucked under His nuts for warmth, and bringing them home to lucky me. While I hate to admit I wished that He’d stop seeing women I knew an Alpha deserved to fuck ANY cunt that He wanted. The fact He was gifting me with His cum instead of them told me lots about His feelings for me. I tell you the 1st time he did that I worshiped Him until He had no more cum. We found out that when cum is depleted, then blood oozes out. I had my Alpha God’s sweat, cum, piss, spit, AND blood that night. That was also after the first night He allowed His fucktard cumhole to sleep wrapped in His hard, Macho arms. Now I am allowed to sleep in bed with Him most of the time. Sometimes I sleep at His feet which is very satisfying.  I belong at His feet  and sit on the floor between His legs unless i am busy caring for Him. Sometimes He allows me to sleep with my face in His junk when I have been a good bitchboy.  When I have been stupid or bad I might get smacked or punched or kicked. If I am VERY bad He will make me stand on my knees in the bathroom and watch him piss into the empty tub where I would usually sit and then rub out one one his huge loads and wash it down the sink instead of feeding me.

After 15 years I am His in every way. Thanks to our marriage He now LEGALLY owns me, I have his name, and I have worked my way up His relationship chart. That means from our 1st meeting I was his hole to cum in. That is the bottom rung. Next reward is being His cunt, then His bitch, then His boy, then His baby, and at last His wife. But as He says almost daily, just because I have made it to wife I should never forget that, at my base I am nothing but his hole to cum in. Nothing in this world could make me feel so complete, so at peace as knowing I am my ManGod’s hole to cum in. my life’s purpose is fulfilled.  I am His fag.

P.S. Don’t think it’s been an easy life. Our 1st year or 2 were VERY dark ones. It’s a wonder I am still alive to tell my story. Daddy was, and is, a REAL Man. He’s a thug, He’s been in prison, He’s beaten 5 men at one time with me watching. He’s beaten me badly, there have been separations, misunderstandings, and lots of drugs and sex and bodily fluids PUMPED into me–all of it His–but it was all worth my reward, Him. I only pray that I have been the best cumwhore and perverted dirty bitch that I could possibly be because that’s what my God deserves–the BEST!   

It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?

I absolutely loved the eruption of passion between these two from the start. Sometimes it overtakes us, doesn’t it? This awesomely-powerful straight Apex Alpha saw the worship he wanted in the eyes of this helpless faggot, and simply took it.

I also loved the bit where Alpha Dino would fuck a female and tuck the used condom under his balls to keep it warm so he could feed it to his faggot when he got home. So powerful!

Jamie has hinted that Alpha Dino might be willing to talk to me (apparently he is the strong, silent type) which thrills me to no end. I adore talking to straight Alphas about their road to faggot ownership, but this case is extra special because of the long marriage. I really hope he manages to give me some time!

I don’t know if this example helps or hurts the multitude of faggots hoping for something like this for themselves. I guess the lesson is that you never know what might happen whenever you meet an Alpha, but nothing will ever happen if you don’t submit and offer yourself. Jamie offered himself, and now he lives a dream with a God!

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 hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I’m lifting the story of Master Jerome, a 19-year-old straight French Alpha, to its own thread because it has been developing dramatically.

I think it’s pretty clear that young straight Alphas are getting the message: that faggot ownership elevates them in often dramatic ways. Combine that knowledge with a young Alpha’s hetero-flexibility, and you have the perfect recipe for fast and unorthodox activities once considered impossible from straight Men.

Enter: Master Jerome.

The very first time Master Jerome wrote to me, I could hear confused, excited lust in his words. A 19-year-old Alpha is already drenched with testosterone, but there was something more with him. It was almost as if he had just peeked into the wardrobe and glimpsed Narnia, and now he was eager to charge through the wardrobe and conquer every kingdom there.

In his case, those “kingdoms” ripe for conquering were three twink boy ballerinas, pals of his sister. Seeing those flexible, lithe boys made Master Jerome hungry for fag pussy for the first time in his life, but those feelings didn’t scare him. Instead, his superior Alpha hunting instinct turned on, and he relentlessly pursued his first victim until he finally managed to get it away from the herd so he could sink his Alpha cock into it.

That’s all it took.

Now Master Jerome has written with an update on the hunt:

This is Jerome from France. I sent you a message last month about me, my sister, and her fag friends.

I wanna thank you for your advice and let you know that I’ve been very successful so far. To make things easier, let’s call the boys Fag A, Fag B, and Fag C.

As you know I was fucking Fag A twice a week and I wanted to fuck the other two as well. One day, after using Fag A and giving him some love to recover from a destroyed hole, he told me that Fag B and C were hooking up after their rehearsals. I asked him how that was possible if both were bottoms, but fag A told that they probably just make out and suck each other dicks. And so, I thought to myself “what a waste, two gorgeous fags in need of some dick sucking each other instead of being fucked by a real Man like me”

I didn’t mention anything to Fag A, but I decided at that moment that I would fuck and breed the other boys as well. My first step was approaching Fag B. I told him that I wanted to buy a nice birthday present to my sister, but I knew nothing about ballet, so I needed his help. He was really kind and sweet, so we went together to the store and bought a few things. I started to compliment him and say that he looked really good in his ballet costumes, then to see his reaction I said “but I won’t compliment you too much because I don’t wanna have trouble with your boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?,” he asked. Then I said that I thought that Fag C and him were a couple because they are always together. He got embarrassed, and said that they were just friends. It was around 6pm, so I invited him to have some dinner with wine as a retribution for his generous help. He accepted, and after 3 glasses of wine, I asked him again why Fag C and him were not together, if they were such a pretty couple with so many common interests. I used this strategy to make him verbalize the reason why two faggots could not be together.

I had already gotten in his mind and he was much more outgoing after the wine, so he just said “well, we were not very compatible.” I pretended that I didn’t understand what he meant and just said “oh, I would never imagine that, you guys are both ballet dancers, I thought you had a lot of compatibility.” Then the sexy femboy chuckled and said “well, you’re straight, you don’t understand, but when to guys are together one needs to be the Man, and in the bedroom we are two girls.” I laughed along with him and just said “well, you’re really talented and attractive, I’m sure you’ll find someone soon.” I paid the bill for us, we left the restaurant, and the faggot asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told him that I did not but I was hoping to find a girls as sweet and cute as he is.

That was all it took for him to let me get closer and we started kissing (a literal French kiss between two French people in France lol). The boy was surprised and said that he didn’t know that I liked guys too. So I said “well, I like you, and that’s what matters now.” I took him back to my house and squeezed in my room because my sister was there. Then I told him “well, if your problem was having two girls in the bedroom, now I guarantee that you’re the only girl here, and I’ll treat you as my girl from now on.” He sucked my dick as if I were the last Man on Earth, what a wonderful blowjob.

Sadly, I did not have lube in my room, and he was a virgin with a super tight hole. So I kept him in my room for several hours, and pumped three loads in his mouth. He swallowed all of them and did not complain at any moment. I put him on my chest after all these blowjobs and kept saying how gorgeous he is. The boy was really happy to be in my arms.

So Sam, I need you to give your insights on my strategy to conquer these fags. Do you think I did well in not fucking his hole? I would’ve probably hurt him, but at the same time I acknowledge the importance of putting my cum inside his ass as soon as possible. For now, I will keep fucking Fag A around twice a week, and I told Fag B that I will take his virginity soon. But his hole is much tighter than Fag A, so I’ll be extra careful to do it without hurting my new boy.

If you can tell me what you think and, most importantly, give me any advice on how to finally conquer the third Fag, I would really appreciate it. I like your idea of putting all of then on their knees, but I think that before getting to this point I need to be more romantic and conquer one by one.

Your work is invaluable, and I hope it is okay to keep in touch with you while I explore Hierarchy.

I was breathless reading Master Jerome’s update! Just a shocking amount of power, understanding, and control for a straight Alpha his age!

To answer Master Jerome’s questions first:

I absolutely think the conquering of Fag B was expertly handled. Throat-fucking aside, it was surprisingly romantic. I might caution against getting too romantic at this stage, simply because the stable of fags is being built, so keeping the romance to a minimum might be better in order to prevent any of the faggots from becoming too attached or jealous. In a perfect scenario, all three faggots will be able to serve Master Jerome together in harmony and cooperation. It’s what every straight Alpha deserves.

I completely agree with Master Jerome that it is imperative that he try to breed Fag B as soon as possible. His cum is already working on Fag B’s mind and addicting the faggot to its new Owner. Now is the time to strike.

And yes, Master Jerome’s cock and rut will hurt the faggot (even with lube), but here’s the point Master Jerome might not appreciate yet: faggots are meant to suffer for the pleasure of Alphas like him. It’s simply our lot in life. Faggots are born to be pierced, fucked, and bred by cock. It hurts, but faggots receive pleasure from that pain because through it we find fulfillment.

Fag B will likely scream and cry while Master Jerome takes its virginity, but it will forever thank him for it afterward!

As for the taking of Fag C, I think I will just repeat what I said before: I’m sure these fags are talking to each other about what’s happening and probably anticipating more. I don’t think it’d be necessary for Master Jerome to go to great lengths to capture this third faggot. He could most likely just walk up to it and demand that it get on its knees to service him. But I think Master Jerome likes to play with his food before he eats it, so I’d just follow the path that worked so well with Fag B. It won’t take long, I promise.

So now straight Master Jerome stands poised to take ownership of his first three faggots. Soon he will have day-long worship sessions, with all three faggots servicing and worshiping every part of his body and giving him unending pleasure … all on command!

It’s simply the way Alphas were meant to live!

Master Jerome, you’re more than welcome to continue to use the site’s “Questions From Readers” inbox, but you can also write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com for more specialized, immediate advice!

Thank you, Master!

The following post is part of a thread following the story of Mika, a teenage faggot in Peru who bravely and successfully seduced a straight Alpha named Gael. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There’s nothing terribly difficult about what I teach here regarding either submitting to a straight Alpha or taking ownership of a faggot. That’s not to say it’s easy – it’s not – but the mechanics of it have been in place since the beginning of human interaction. Hierarchy is so fundamental to everything we are that everyone responds in a primal way if those triggers are manipulated.

For faggots wishing to serve a straight Alpha, the first thing that must happen is a mind-shift. A faggot must recognize that it was born to serve superior Men, but also that superior Men were born to own them. Men have a definite need and desire to be worshiped and served, and once they understand that faggots offer that in abundance, they let go of the sexual stigma associated with faggots and instead embrace the glory of being worshiped.

It just takes bravery on the part of a faggot to begin that chain reaction.

Recently I’ve been answering questions and coaching a young faggot named Mika. He’s from Peru, he’s in school, and he wanted to serve a hot straight Alpha named Gael. You can read all of Mika’s questions by following the link above.

But now Mika has had an incredible breakthrough, so I’ve elevated his story to a proper thread on the site!

Listen to his incredible update:

Hi Sam!!! This is Mika from Peru and I’m so so happy

Remember what I told you about the trainee that work in my school? His name is Gael, by the way. This morning, thanks to our conversations here, I finally had courage enough to do what I need to do.

I was super nervous when I arrived at school to my class, but as soon as I saw him, I opened a big smile and asked how was his weekend. He said that he had a lot of work and didn’t have time to relax, then I don’t know what happened to me but I just said “well, I would love to help you relax, a Man like you deserve to relax” Of course he understood what I wanted, because he already asked a blowjob 3 times… 2 times as a joke, but the third time more serious. So he just told me that he would give me a ride after my classes were over.

As soon as I entered his car, he started to say that his girlfriend was really pretty, but she refused to cook for him, so he always needed to cook lunch and dinner after a long day at work. Then he went into sexual stuff and said that she doesn’t want to have sex before they get married. After complaining about his girlfriend for a while, he stopped at an empty parking lot a few blocks from my house and said “I really don’t understand why she does that with me. If you were my girl, would you treat me like that?”

Omg Sam, that moment was so crazy. I was so afraid of saying something stupid!! But I just said “if I was your girl, your stomach would be always full of good food, and your balls would be always empty, because that’s what you really deserve” I think that was a good thing to say because he smiled to me, then I asked if he was just joking when he asked for a blowjob. He said that he really respected me and didn’t want to hurt my feelings, but that since we have basically the same age he never saw me as a student, but as a sexy girl. Then he admitted that he was a virgin and never received a blowjob because his girlfriend only kisses him and nothing more.

I was still a little scared but I said that I never sucked a dick too and would love to learn sucking his. He looked around in the parking lot, and put his dick out and it was soooo hard. I was really confused at first because everything was so new, but I did what felt more right, and started to suck his dick while holding his balls and jerking him off. I was so nervous but so happy to be the first one suck his dick and he was the first dick that I put in my mouth. My mouth and jaw started to hurt but I wanted to make him proud and didn’t stop sucking. After some time, he just holded my hair and jerked off with the other hand. He was very sweet and told me that he could cum on the floor outside the car if I wasn’t ready to take it. But I just said “in my mouth please” and swallowed everything.

Omg Sam, this is so crazy… this morning I was just a virgin faggot now I sucked a big dick and swallowed my first load. I hope I did it well!! But he told me that he want to see me again, so I think I was a good boy for him. I would be so happy if he wanted to be with me as his boyfriend, but I don’t think he will leave his girl…

Thank you, Sam!! <3 I really love your site and am happy now

AMAZING!!!

This is literally all it takes! Just make yourself available and be eager to submit! Go in with the proper mindset – positive, joyful, and eager to serve in whatever way they need – and a straight Alpha will understand your purpose and use you!

I’m so proud of Mika for accomplishing this!

Now, I’m not sure if Alpha Gael will want to take on Mika as a “boyfriend” given the fact that he’s straight, but I’m sure he’d love to own Mika as his personal faggot! Especially if his girlfriend is that frigid and unloving!

I hope this post inspires other faggots out there to bravely submit to the Alphas in their lives!

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 ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Master Mike is a straight Alpha. He’s athletic, muscular, and he’s been fucking women his entire life. When Benjamin submitted to him, he took ownership of his first faggot because it excited him to be so powerful that even males wanted to serve his needs. It was nice to own a faggot that would clean and cook and do laundry, etc., while he focused on enjoying his life and fucking random women every weekend.

But the more Master Mike watched Benji’s obedience, the more powerful he became. He wanted to see how submissive he could make this little faggot under his control. He knew the big cock between his legs would be life-changing for his faggot, and the cum inside his balls would alter its genetics forever. That POWER Alphas have, it’s intoxicating … both for the faggot as well as the Alpha.

So Master Mike finally decided to use Benji’s throat, and he discovered two truths: (1) using a faggot sexually doesn’t make a straight Alpha gay, and (2) faggots serve Men the way Men deserve to be served. He was WORSHIPED in ways no female could ever imagine, and Benji provided pleasure that Master Mike didn’t know was possible. But underlying all of that pleasure was the rush of POWER he felt, like an undertow, pulling Master Mike to go deeper.

Soon, Master Mike was forcing his dick into Benji’s pussy. And that really changed the game. After pumping his first load into his faggot, he realized that he OWNED that hole – it belonged to HIM ALONE. Once again, the POWER of breeding a faggot, having his Alpha DNA enter his faggot’s bloodstream and reprogram it from the inside, was intoxicating!

Now Master Mike fucks females, but he confidently knows he always has his loyal, obedient faggot waiting him case he needs anything at all. That is the way Kings live. And Master Mike is certainly a King.

From my perspective, Master Mike is also extremely intelligent and articulate, so I asked him to write some thoughts to his straight Alpha brethren about owning and using faggots.

What he wrote was, as always, beautifully worded:

I am still not over the rush of totally dominating him. Been putting at least 2 loads a day into his holes and I dont plan on letting up. His pussy is just too good to pass up. And so convenient too. I literally dont need to move from where I am. Just whistle and he will crawl to me. A snap of the fingers and he will suck me off for as long as I want and take me all the way down. A look and he climbs on and rides me in reverse until I cream his cunt. Such a good arrangement. And I always thought ass-to-mouth was a porn thing but damn the little fag just did it to clean me off. So attentive.

He is a good fag. Very hard working and very very good at his job. Can you believe a faggot like that is in management? Seems kind of ridiculous to me honestly. I have put so much cum in him he might actually get pregnant. Not that I need any more children. Barely a good enough dad for my two boys already. There has been a pretty big change in him. I don’t know how to describe it. First there is a bit of desperation about him. Big puppy dog eyes whenever he doesn’t have an immediate task to do. And my god he seems desperate for an invite into the bed whenever I am heading to sleep. Then there is the glazed over look he gets when I enter his cunt. It’s like his brain just short circuits. He loses all thought and just whimpers. His dicklet is as hard as it can get in his cage which isn’t much lol. And then there is the post fuck behaviors. I assumed it was just normal for faggots but he has taken to resting his forehead on me until I tell him to fuck off. It is always my shoulder (so his nose is in one of my pits) or the middle of my chest or once just below my belly button so his nose was in my pubes. I left him once to see what happens and he just falls asleep. I dont know what it is particularly but honestly it makes me feel very powerful so I dont really give a fuck. Chicks tend to catch feelings and want a relationship where we are equals and they get treated like a princess. That ain’t me. What I say goes and if they dont like it they can fuck off. But Benji takes what I give and thanks me for it. Usually with much more enthusiasm than any bitch has ever mustered. God Alphas like me deserve good head as well as holes to plough. And good head requires enthusiasm and gratitude for the cock in their mouth as much as technique and a lack of dignity. Benji is firmly the best head I have had. He hits all 4 of those criteria perfectly. So to answer that question yes I have seen my faggot embrace every smell and taste and sensation and internalize it. Make it a part of himself and give it a higher value than he gives to his own thoughts or desires. And I have never met a female capable of anything near that on a long term basis like Benji has done.

To other straight Alphas I would say take it at your own pace. Find a faggot you like. One who understands your desired service. Make them work for rewards. Test them. Push them to the highest standard. Feel out their comforts and get to know them. Build their trust in you and make them feel safe around you. Then once you know them make a big move. One which challenges their limits. Remove their control beyond one decision. Full submission to you or leaving. If you have done the first part right they will choose you. After that you have control. Keep pushing and dont let up. Don’t let them have time to second guess you or their choice to submit. And dont give them your cock until you have fully broken any and all resistance. It is a faggot. It wants your cock. Your cock is a goal. Only give it once you want to and they have earned it. This will reinforce good behavior and your power. But do not be scared to use a faggot sexually. A disposable faggot or one who has earned your cock is possibly the best fuck. Women have rules and limits and want to cum before you do. A faggot knows it is there for your use. It will take whatever pounding you give in whatever position you put it in. It will not ask you to wear a condom and cannot get pregnant. It will clean you off afterwards and thank you for the fucking privilege. It knows it doesn’t deserve to cum and if trained right will not even touch itself around you.

Every man should have a fag. Every man deserves that service.

I am enthralled by Master Mike. He’s challenging, but such a pleasure to serve. Benjamin is among the most fortunate fags on Earth to be owned by this great straight Alpha!

And to all of the straight Alphas out there reading this, please listen to what your God Alpha brother is teaching you. It’s the truth, and it will truly set you free!