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

It’s been such a privilege working with straight Master David, the young French King who approached me a while back about his roommate Vincent. Despite being straight, Master David suspected that Vincent was a faggot who could be owned by him and enslaved.

And sure enough, Master David followed my suggestions and managed to easily submit Vincent. Ever since, Master David has experimented with various aspects of faggot ownership. He’s really grown into an impressive and NATURAL owner of faggots, and he’s truly enjoyed everything he’s experienced as this faggot’s Owner.

Master David’s journey has been chronicled completely here, and one thing I will say about Master David is: he’s honest. He openly discusses what he enjoys about owning a faggot, as well as concerns he might have. He’s completely transparent and open to suggestion.

So over the last couple of weeks I’ve been talking to Master David about using his new faggot sexually. While I don’t think it’s necessary for a straight Alpha to do that, I do think it’s an avenue of worship and service that can really enhance an Alpha’s dominance without altering his sexual preference. I discussed with with Master David, and he was quite honest about his skepticism while also promising to “think about it.”

Well apparently the thinking is over! Master David did it!

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I finally gave it a try. Today I came home, Vincent greeted me, kneeling and kissing my shoes. As always it turned me on very much. And this time, I just decided to give in. I unzipped my pants and I put my hard dick into his mouth. And it was amazing.

I instinctively grabbed his head force him on my dick, something I barely dare to do with girls. He did not complain, quite the contrary. He choked, but when I released him, he quickly got back to the blow job. He sucked me off like his life depended on it. I loudly moaned in delight and it seemed to make him even eager. When I looked down to him, he was looking at me with such adoration in his eyes.

I grabbed his head with both my hands when I came into his mouth. He swallowed everything. He seemed exhausted, and told me in a pleading tone: “How was I, Master?” I told him he was a pretty good cocksucker, probably the best one to have ever sucked my cock. He kissed my balls while muttering “Thank you Master, thank you, thank you so much”. I was already getting a new hard-on! So I grabbed his head and forced him again on my cock until I came for the second time. He swallowed, thanked me again and again and kissed my feet.

He is cooking my dinner right now. I have a hard on just thinking of his eagerness to please me. I think I’m gonna feed him my cum again tonight.

You were right to encourage me to try. It was really, really good. And I don’t feel less of a man after this. Quite the opposite, actually.

INCREDIBLE!

I have preached this intrinsic Hierarchical truth from the mountaintops and until I’m blue in the face: straight Alphas use faggots for sex all the time, and it never makes them gay or changes their sexual preference!

What it DOES do is exactly what Master David mentions here: It makes the straight Alpha MORE POWERFUL! Suddenly the Alpha realizes that ALL humans exist to provide him pleasure and worship! He suddenly begins to understand how a King deserves to live: by being worshiped by ALL of his subjects!

Master David began his ascension, that process an Alpha goes through as he makes advancement in the use of his natural power. Using Vincent as his cocksucker is a huge leap forward in that process. It completely reprograms an Alpha’s mind and changes his worldview. Nothing can ever be the same!

I’m so proud of my glorious Master David! He’s a good, wise, and POWERFUL King!

As you are aware, a couple days before Valentine’s Day, Declan took me to a very nice fancy restaurant. He really made me feel special.
We had decided not spend our day on February 14th and do it a couple days before. This would prevent the busy restaurants and the extra cost for going out on this day.

The next day, someone “bribed” my boyfriend and had me put in my place by kneeling and being used as a table for dinner. (The story can be found in a recent post on X.)

To summarize it, I was treated like a king one day, and then as his slave the next. He sure made me realize he loves me but then showed me that I’m also owned by him.

The following day, I woke up alone since he was gone to work. I woke up to roses by my pillow and rose pedals on the bed with a note:

“My dear Love,
Enjoy this day and know you are loved by me and that you belong to me forever!
You make my life better and I will be there for you.

Love D xxx”

I was excited and this made my morning!

Fast forward to me walking home from work, I had kept a gift bag at work and was walking home with it. I walked in and he greeted me with a great big hug and kiss. He was dressed up very nice.
I was still at the entrance of our home and after he kissed me he grabbed my hair and directed to my knees. He said:

“Smell! Does it smell good? Pull my cock out and put my cock in your mouth.”

I unzipped and I had to be gentle when taking his cock out since it was hard as a rock. I placed it in my mouth and he hit my hands away. I immediately placed my hands behind my back and sucked him for about 5 minutes until he pulled out and walked away.

I got up and was told to shower and get ready. In my head I was excited and thought he had planned a surprise night out for us and was instantly hard in my chastity.

Once I got out of the shower, he met me in the washroom and kissed me and grabbed my hand and walked me in the room.

I’m naked and only wearing a chain around my neck, ankle and my cock is locked in my chastity. He was dressed up to go out and I asked.

“What would you like me to wear tonight Declan?”

Declan: “Oh babe you are fine naked”

Seconds later I was thrown in the cage and the door was locked with a zip tag that had a serial number on it. Confused, I asked “What’s going on?”

Declan: “We still owe @BindMeTightly from X 12 hours of you in the cage and since we delayed it so much I thought he appreciate you being locked away on Valentine’s Day while I go out on a date.”

Me: “But it’s our day and who you going out with?”

As he is talking to me, he was opening my gift and saw that one of the gifts was a bottle of champagne. He got two glasses and pour each other some and handed me one through the bars of the cage.

Declan: “Cheers to you and me and our love!”

I drank my glass and he advised me that I would be locked in the cage for 12 hours and that he is going to meet a friend for dinner, drinks and a movie. He mentioned that his friend from Montreal arrived by train and wanted to spend the evening with him.

Declan: “I’m not locking the cage with a padlock for safety since I won’t be here. That means if the zip tag is tampered or broken I will be pissed and you will be punished because I will know since the tag has a serial number on it.”

He handed me a huge bottle of water, a McDonald’s bag of food that he hid from me earlier and a big jug to piss in if needed.

He made me kiss his cock through the bars and then spat on me and said “Have fun. I left a couple edibles in the McDonald’s bag for you to take if your bored.”

I spent the night watching movies on my phone. I believe I watched 3 movies on Netflix. I was so happy he left me food as I got the munchies later on from the weed edibles lol.
He would text me often and check up on me but wouldn’t say much.

The text he sent me while I was caged:

“Do you recognize this large cock? I doubt it. You once told me that you assumed he had a huge cock since his bulge looked so big while wearing jeans. Well I can confirm with you that it is large and very juicy and you would have loved to have tasted it!

I spent some time looking at chats and trying to investigate the cock he sent in the pic but I didn’t have any luck. it was a mystery cock.

I must of fell a sleep and woke up at 8am. I looked around and saw that he was sleeping in the bed. My cage door was still shut but I tried to open it. He must of added the pad lock when he got home and I didn’t wake up to it.

A note was placed by the cage door:

“I had a great time yesterday. I hope you did to! Haha

I know your 12 hours was done at 6am but I decided I wanted you to stay caged. Don’t wake me up and be a good little f@ggot/boyfriend prisoner and shut up until I wake up.

I emptied your piss jar since it was almost full.

Love D”

By 9:45am, he got up and walked to me and said: “Suck my cock and then I let you out”.

I sucked his cock through the bars and before he blew his load he pulled out of my mouth and shot all over me and the cage. He walked away and took a shower and left me locked in the cage. Half an hour after his shower, he unlocked the door and told me to get him a coffee.

Later that morning we went out for breakfast and once we got home he said “I took some cialis yesterday and I’m still hard. Get your ass in bed and have it available for me as I’m going to fuck a load in you.”

I can’t explain how excited and fulfilled once I get his DNA fucked in me. I love it! I live for it!

I love my Alpha boyfriend!

I don’t know what happened that night with him and that guy but all I know is that he is happy and that makes me happy! I’m sure the other guy is also happy to have worshipped and spent the evening with my boyfriend:

True story. The end.

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

In the previous post we learned that Master Anthony was moody and clearly upset with something, but he wasn’t confiding his troubles with anyone, not even his loyal faggot Fabien. This troubled Fabien to the point that he finally begged his Master for answers and ways he could help.

While Master Anthony didn’t reveal the issue, he was comforted by his faggot’s concern and deep love.

Well, after a few days Master Anthony finally told Fabien what was bothering him!

Here’s Fabien:

A little update about Anthony’s mood. I think he’s going to get better soon. Yesterday he told me that he had decided to confront the guy flirting with the same girl as him and challenge him to a fight in front of her. He beat the crap out of him and held him down, until he pleaded for mercy and conceded that Anthony was the stronger man. The silly girl tried to make amends with Anthony, but he dumped her. Serves her right.

This morning, Anthony was hanging around the apartment in his pajamas, looking relaxed. He came to see me while I was making his bed. He thanked me for boosting his ego. I answered: “If your ego isn’t the size of the planet, I’m doing a terrible job and I’m failing my life’s purpose. You don’t have to be grateful to me, I’m just doing my duty as best as I can!” He got his cocky grin and said “I like that. But I want you to know you’re doing great. I’m glad to have you. You see, I love my bros to bits, but I always have to fight to remind them who’s the boss. It’s nice to know I can count on you for a shot of self-confidence.”

I believe I almost passed out with emotion. The next thing I knew, I was on my belly licking his toes and thanking him. Then he had me worshipping his cock; we were looking into each other’s eyes while I had his dick in my mouth and he tenderly stroke my hair, smiling smugly. I sucked him off again in the shower after soaping him up, and then again before he left for the afternoon. This time, he ejaculated all over my face! He wished me a good afternoon and gave me his orders for dinner.

Secretly I was proud of myself; I told Fabien over email that I thought a scenario exactly like this was to blame, and sure enough, I was right!

Although, honestly, it’s hard to imagine a scenario like this happening. According to Fabien, Master Anthony looks exactly like Tom Holland (hence the post header image) and is just as athletic … so why on Earth would any girl cheat on him?? It’s incomprehensible to me.

But once again my brother Fabien was absolutely perfect, following his instincts and kneeling to worship Master Anthony’s feet. This worship led to three consecutive blowjobs filled with raw passion and desire.

But it’s more than just the sexual service that’s involved. Master Anthony’s words show a deepening appreciation for his faggot, his personal property, his slave Fabien. As he feels his power growing, he acknowledges the contributions of the faggot kneeling before him. That’s not just God Alpha behavior … that’s Protector Alpha behavior!

The effect on Fabien is also profound:

Right now, I’m taking care of his laundry. I inhaled the scent of his underwear. I still can’t believe how lucky I am. 

I was really born for this.

Indeed you were, baby brother!

This post is part of a thread about a faggot called Prath who bravely sought to serve a straight local Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Faggots need challenges. It’s good to push boundaries and shake up complacency in a faggot in order for it to feel slightly uneasy. This keeps a faggot alert and on its toes.

Prath’s Master continues to push boundaries with Prath, and Prath (being a good boy) rolls with it every time.

Prath recently came to me with this challenge:

Today master came in my cabin for asking me to do his work and also to inform me that tomorrow he invited his one friend and he needs me there. Should I go?

Of course I told him he should, which turned out pretty well:

As I asked you Master was asking my advice about invinting his friend so I said yes about that. I was surprised to see the Master’s friend because he was a guy working in my team in the past and I was discouraged but your words and Master’s encourage helped to overcome from that and I served them both.

Then Master decided to make another important change:

Master was asking my opinion to live with him in his rented apartment. I was nervous but he I can take a time to think about it. I asked him to shift in mine (mine is not rented) but he said he is happy here. Master said he wants me to be full time office plus domestic helper for him. Master said it is the time to break the barrier and move forward towards the hierarchy.

Couldn’t agree more!

But Prath’s Master then had another demand:

As I told you about master asked me to deepen my submission so he made me pick his rental bills and made me shifted in the same apartment with him.

Very good!

But now Master is asking something even more difficult of Prath. You see, Prath has a higher position in the company that employs both of them, so Prath could be key to getting his Master promoted.

What I wanted to know that, master was asking to put up the recommendation for his promotion, should I do it? As yet his promotion is not possible due to his less work experience.

Personally, I can’t see the downside to Prath recommending a promotion ahead of schedule. It’s really just a personal opinion, one that might be rejected and tossed aside.

I think Prath should do it. Ultimately, even if he tries and fails, he still tried on behalf of his Master.

Prath has been meticulously obedient in every little step he’s taken as he explores his own faghood. He takes it seriously, something every good faggot does. I’m extremely proud of my little brother!

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!

At this point straight Master Anthony has absolutely embraced the ownership of his first faggot, my brave little brother Fabien. Not only that, but Master Anthony has introduced faggot use to his Alpha Pack, with his close Alpha friend Henri making the choice to claim his own faggot, a timid little guy named Clement. These two Alpha Masters are young, hot, and more powerful than other Alphas at their age. They’re living the lives of young Kings who are spending their inheritance early.

It’s always interesting to see how Alphas move once they secure a faggot property. Much of what they do tells us how confident they are, how much they are integrating faggots into their daily life.

Judging by this latest update from Fabien, Master Anthony is absolutely and ecstatically proud of owning a faggot!

I would like to give you some news of my life with Anthony!

I have permanently settled in the kitchen to sleep. I decided to do it myself. I was feeling more and more uncomfortable sleeping in the guest room (my former room), feeling like I was intruding on an alpha’s space. The kitchen is big enough, so I managed to put my desk to work and a lot of my stuff in there. Now it’s clearly become the servant’s quarters. Anthony hardly ever has a reason to go there, after all.

I didn’t want to bother Anthony about it, but he brought it up late one night when he saw me heading for the kitchen after he’d sent me off to sleep.  When I explained, he had his delicious smug smile and said “Glad you’re understanding your place in life. Here, a gift to help you sleep!” He took off his dirty socks and threw them at me. I threw myself at his feet to kiss his toes with gratitude. Since then, I’ve slept with his socks on my pillow, kissing them passionately before sleeping. The smell of his feet makes me feel so safe and warm and comfy!

Some routines have evolved. Now, he often has me accompany him to the shower to soap him up, then towel him off from head to toe. And of course, when I’m lucky, he allows me to worship his cock or he even face-fucks me under the shower! Similarly, when he takes a bath, I keep him company by massaging his back and his feet and soaping him up, sometimes friendly chatting with him when he feels like it. 

Recently, Henri came to dinner at the flat, accompanied by sweet little Clément. We served them at the table and while they enjoyed themselves on the sofa. Henri dropped his full glass on the floor, and Anthony said, “Leave it, that’s what stooges are for.” Clément and I smiled at each other. We love it when the Men are arrogant and bossy! We had the privilege of sucking their cocks and licking their feet throughout the evening. Poor Clément still had to sleep on the hard floor in the kitchen and not on my futon, on Henri’s orders, but Henri also followed Anthony’s example and gave him his socks to sleep with.

Yesterday, Anthony took me with him to his gym. I followed him all morning, holding his towel, to wipe it off on cue, and his water bottle, which I would refill when necessary. He had his usual friends and acquaintances around, so I stayed quiet and in the background. Seeing him in his natural environment, taking care of his heroic body and receiving the attention and respect of the other men filled my heart with joy and gratitude. I felt truly privileged, as a mortal allowed to silently serve a god on Mount Olympus.

In the changing room before the shower, I couldn’t resist begging him to let me breathe his armpits. For a moment, I was afraid I’d overstepped my place (according to his rules, I’m allowed to beg him for favors, but I do it as little as possible, if at all, well aware that it’s all about him and his desires). But he looked at me smugly and revealed his armpit, saying “Enjoy, boy!” And of course, I went with him to the individual shower to soap him up, suck his cock and towel him off!

I’m living a dream. I am very busy and often exhausted, but every time my Master gives me a satisfied smile, a thumbs up or, better still, ruffles my hair or says ‘Good boy’, I know I’m living the life I was meant to live! As long as Anthony is happy, I am filling my purpose and I know my existence is justified!

And I owe all of this largely to YOU, my big brother Sam! I’ll never thank you enough!

Bravo!

The thing that really sets Master Anthony apart from other faggot owners at his age is his infectious joy when using Fabien. He seems to truly love owning this little faggot who does everything he commands. He’s not afraid to share this joy with his faggot like so many less-secure Alphas do, those Alphas who think Alphahood can only be expressed through brutality and hate.

Master Anthony already knows better than these other Alphas. He knows that he doesn’t need to scream and yell and get violent to be superior to Fabien or any faggot. He just IS SUPERIOR, and this knowledge fills him with a quiet strength and confidence that comes through even as transmitted by Fabien.

Can you see the difference?

I’m unbelievably proud of my little Fabien. He gave his heart and life to Master Anthony in the trust and belief that he would be safe kneeling at his feet, and that faith has led to an enviable and fulfilled life as the faggot of a great young Alpha!

Think about this: All that has happened here – Master Anthony’s acceptance of faggot worship, Master Henri’s discovery of faggots, and Clement’s fulfillment as Henri’s slave – happened because one little faggot named Fabien had the courage to submit and serve!

One faggot can make all the difference by being true to itself and serving with an honest, open heart!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a British faggot named Benjamin who successfully used my “Letter To An Alpha” to submit to his straight Alpha friend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

My fag brother Benjamin stunned me with his previous email that detailed his use of my “Letter To An Alpha” to come out as a faggot to his straight Alpha friend as they were on their way to a cabin for a getaway. The response of his Alpha friend to this new information was quite immediate and powerful, and it led to some interesting first few days together in that cabin.

Now Benjamin has written a follow-up email detailing the second-half of their cabin stay, and beyond. It gets wilder from here:

To pick up where I left off, the rest of our time in the cabin was a comfortable (for him especially) routine of service and submission. I cooked, cleaned and managed everything while Master relaxed, ate, drank and did whatever he wanted. There were only 2 other instances where our usual routine was broken.

The first came on the 6th night of 9. Master took an empty bottle out of the waste bin, and took it with him into the bathroom. As a fag, even my brain was able to process what he was doing, and I immediately got very excited that he was about to permit me to drink his Alpha piss, even as I was disappointed that I could not drink from the tap in service brother. He emerged about 5 mins later with what must have been around a litre (half a coke bottle!) which he proceeded to place into the freezer. I will admit I was confused brother, but I did not question Master and his infinite wisdom. Close to an hour (I think) later, he ordered me to retrieve the bottle and kneel in between his feet on the sofa. Master told me this was my first test. I had 1 minute to drink the entire bottle. Any spillage and I would be out. And left in the bottle and I would be out. Seeing as my only option to become his personal fag was to down it all, I went for it. Ice cold piss, even from an Alpha, is not easy to chug down Brother. This fag had to power through brain freeze, and suppress it’s gag reflex to such a bitter, strong taste, to take it all in. I managed with a few seconds left, but had to curl up on the floor at his feet for a minute afterwards until the brain freeze had subsided. In this time I vaguely remember the sound of Master laughing and the feel of his boots sole on my cheek. But I passed Brother, and that is what matters.

On the second to last night, the other test occurred. Master complained in the morning that his balls were full. This set off fireworks in my fag brain. Was I to be able to serve him sexually that night. No was the answer. But he did let me contribute. I was to spend time on Masters hookup apps finding a lady who met his criteria, and organising her coming to the cabin, fucking him, and leaving. I was to pretend to be Sir in this time and I was very successful. I found a 26yo who met Masters physical requirements and matched his kinks closely, and she was set to visit at 7pm. He was pleased, and told me he had made arrangements for me while he was busy. I was to curl up in Masters suitcase, which he then packed with a week and a half’s worth of his dirty washing, mainly underwear and t-shirts from his morning runs. It was fag heaven. I was told that he would be placing the suitcase under the bed. And sound, movement or anything which interrupted his fun, and I would fail my probation. And that is how I spent 3 hours in a suitcase under a bed hearing the ecstasy of a woman being fucked by an Alpha God. The combination of smells, sounds and the slight rhythmic pressure I could sometimes feel from above had me leaking the entire time. Eventually, he pulled the suitcase out and released me again. He did not say I had failed, or done well, only to pack his stuff ready to leave the next day. I will confess brother that in that moment, while packing his belongings, I had one moment of weakness. I searched Masters room high and low for any sign of a used condom, but I found nothing brother. In hindsight it was stupid to think a God would use one, and even if he had, I would not have deserved it, but his constant domination across the weak fried my fag brain.

The next day I drove us home, which was pleasant. Master was behaving almost as he had before, but still calling me fag. He said he had enjoyed the holiday and was already talking about doing it again. I dropped him home and he ordered me to be there again the next morning for his housework. That has become a weekly thing now. I do a week of work, and my Sundays are now spent cleaning Masters entire house, doing his meal prep for the week and if I am lucky a full foot clean and massage while he watches the game. I enjoy spending time with him, and he is very complimentary about the job I do on his house and his feet when I am privileged to do so.

Lastly, we are already planning another trip. As of this week he has found a different cabin, 2 bedroom, with a hottub that he would like. It would cost me about £2000, which is worth it for Master. And I can’t help but hope, given the timescale, that it is meant to be around the time when I pass my probation and become his full fledged personal faggot.

Can you believe this?? I find this experience to be truly amazing!

First and foremost, it never fails to shock me how rapidly purely straight Men adapt to faggot ownership. Years ago when I started the site that eventually became this monster I was constantly harassed by people who mistakenly insisted that straight Men would never do anything with a faggot. Clearly I (and others) have collected so much proof that they do that it’s irrefutable.

Benjamin’s story also serves to remind us to stop projecting our own needs and hopes onto our Alpha, but rather we should serve regardless of how he demands. There were multiple moments where Benjamin hoped for something (like drinking Master’s fresh piss, or sucking his dick) that didn’t happen. Disappointment in that can lead us to resentment or anger, but Benjamin rolled with it nicely!

And finally, Benjamin’s story reinforces something I’ve said forever, namely, that you cannot retain a friendship with an Alpha once you become his faggot. Before this trip, Benjamin was a close friend of this Alpha, close enough to be someone he’d want to hang with on a cabin vacation. But in just the space of a few minutes, really, Benjamin became this Alpha’s faggot, his toy, his slave … and not his friend.

And that friendship is gone for good.

Instead of being his friend, Benjamin became the faggot stuffed in a suitcase under the bed who was forced to listen to his Master do what he cannot: fuck and breed a woman! It’s something like what my second straight Master did to me that I call The Nuclear Option in that it totally realigns a faggot’s brain and makes it more obedient. I honestly always thought my Master made that up and I was the only faggot who ever suffered through it, but I’ve encountered it so many times now I’m starting to believe there is some kind of straight Alpha playbook floating around!

Or, perhaps, it’s just simply Hierarchical truth!

I thank Benjamin for sharing his thrilling experience of submission and service to this powerful Alpha Master! I have no doubt more is coming!

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

Every straight Alpha who discovers the truth about Hierarchy and the purpose of faggots is faced with a dilemma. Will he reject/ignore the services of the faggot, or will he explore/embrace the services of the faggot?

There are a variety of factors that determine which way a straight Alpha will lean, but the most important one is this: how confident/powerful is the Alpha?

Truly powerful straight Alphas find the use and ownership of faggots to be irresistible. Faggots give these Men the kind of worship and slavish devotion they cannot receive from their females or really anywhere else, and it’s this kind of worship that grows power within the Alpha. He starts to see himself as something more than a mere Man, but rather a King, a god.

Like I said, it’s an irresistible opportunity.

Master David discovered that his roommate Vincent is actually a faggot and he recently took ownership of him. One thing that really stood out to me from that initial experience was Master David’s rock hard cock that resulted from having his feet worshiped by Vincent. It got Master David so worked up that he later masturbated. Keep in mind this has nothing to do with Master David’s sexual orientation, but rather it has everything to do with his need for POWER as a young Alpha.

When I concluded my recap of Master David’s first experience, I encouraged him to explore the sexual use of faggots. While I didn’t really expect him to do anything right away, I knew it would open his mind to all of the possibilities now ahead of him.

Possibilities like this:

It has been two days since Vincent submitted to me as my slave and I must say you’re right: I just fucking LOVE the feeling of power! I had Vincent sniff my armpits after gym and he was so desperately thankful, he couldn’t stop saying “thank you master, thank you so much, thank you, my master…” I have made him lie on his back and I cleaned my feet on his face, he was in ecstasy! And when I was lying on the couch, he licked my feet all evening, it was incredible! I had no idea my feet were such an erogenous zone, it was delicious, I loved it!

Also, I told Vincent that from now on, I was not going to lift a finger to clean the house or to run errands. He replied cheerfully, “Of course, master! Your time is too precious to waste on such menial tasks! I’ll take care of everything for you, master, just tell me what you want, your desires are my commands!”

It feels just unreal and magical. That boy is willing to endure any humiliation and do any chore just for my pleasure and my comfort! And just because he thinks I’m hot and strong and smart! That’s crazy! I love to be a king!

I absolutely love the fact that Master David took my advice to scent train his faggot! Alphas often fail to appreciate the power of their scent. They think they stink, but to inferiors with the genetic receptors (like faggots), their scent is almost sweet and highly addictive. Once a faggot has fully imprinted on its Alpha’s scent, that imprinting lasts a lifetime.

I also think it’s great that Master David is enjoying the foot worship of his faggot. Feet ARE an erogenous zone, but it’s more than just physical sensation that makes it so hot. It’s a submissive act to kiss and lick another person’s feet, so when a faggot does this to a straight Alpha he suddenly feels like royalty!

Master David added a little something at the end of his message to me that makes me feel like he’s eager to try more with his new slave:

I’m reflecting on what you say about using him sexually. It is true that all that power is arousing me so very much. I have a hard on just thinking of it. I guess it doesn’t make me gay if I’m the one who penetrates but isn’t being penetrated… I’ll think about it.

Very revealing! I love Master David’s honesty and transparency as he grows and expands his power! If he decides to fuck his faggot’s throat or ass, I cannot wait to hear how he feels then!

Regardless, faggot ownership is improving Master David’s life daily, and it’s helping him become what he was born to be: A KING!

Hi Sam ,this is not a question but a thank you . Yes your methods work ,i took the caurage to fb message my bully which has a gf and never did dudes . You can read the whole story on my blog if interested but lss. he drove 5h by buss and i sucked him 3 times and once he fucked my brains out and it was beyond awesome ,he was super cool in every way and it just felt right. Thank you Sam ,you raised a generation . Btw im 28 now ,he is 30 and he used to bully me ,kick me and call me fag when i was 12. Life is crazy

https://noelwyatt.bdsmlr.com/post/789004069

Brother, thank you for writing! 

That’s an incredibly thrilling story! I think most faggots have high school bullies (I know I do!) who we fantasized about, but I also believe a lot of those bullies were trying conceal an Hierarchical urge to dominate and use faggots through violence. 

Reconnecting with those bullies and opening them up to the possibility of still using faggots is another level of fag skill, and I commend you for accomplishing this! Like I always say: JUST TRY. Be bold, submit, and offer service. Yeah, you might get rejected. However, more often than anybody (but me) admits, they might say YES. 

Thank you for the link to the full write-up. I want to reproduce it here (with links to you, of course) so that people can easily access it. 

I’m really proud of you! Hopefully it leads to more service opportunities! 

Here is this brother’s post in its entirety:

Today was the best day of my faggot life. My elementary school bully visited me and fucked my SISSY BRAINS OUT.

I was encouraged one day after smoking a lot to send him a facebook message and i did. I said i wanted to see how he is and he told me that he doesn’t remember ,that i send a pic. So i send him the cutes pic of me and he asked for more. After a while he kept asking me what do i want from him. I said only to check in because i liked him in school and thought he was mighty hot. He said i have balls to admit this but said he has a GF and doesn’t do gay stuff. I said i am not gay im a fag and i feel like a gurl and dress up as one for guys like him. I offered for him to come to my place (which is a 5h drive by bus for him) and told him i will serve him dressed as a anime girl. He admitted

 he already fucked a trans dude once but didnt want to cheat on his GF. I said ,its not cheating ,because its like masturbating. You are using me to masturbate. He laughed it off and said hes coming now and he might fuck me. I payed for his expenses of course as i ve been taught a good fag must do and gave him extra cash which he took almost as a thing was expected.

ANYWAY ,he came ,real cool ,no difference when he was in school ,he is kind but he is aggressive in every way of his being ,real real hot.
We chatted a bit ,me dressed all sissy slut ,he ignored that completely and kept talking to me as if i was a normal boy. at one point he just took down his pants real chill and commanded with finger to kneel and suck so i did.

HE was very rough and came into my mouth. After that he used my PC to play some Dota and i just sucked him of under the table/ Again more cum in my mouth.

And believe it or not after that he told suck again and this time after a short while to get him a condom. So i did. He rough pushed inside me it hurt so bad. I asked for him to give me 20 sec ,he was getting agitated and asked if i want it or not . I said i do ,and let him mercilessly fuck my brains out. it was so good but unfortunately he had a condom. he left maybe i never see him again ,but god i want his cock all the time.

Moral of the story is . Be a faggot ,be yourself ,please your alpha ,do what he wants and you get an awesome time. And it was ,one of the happiest days of my life and also a major fag score ,getting your bully to fuck you.

Thank you for reading ,be inspired ,you can do it also ,sorry for grammar.

I have been successful as a faggot in serving straight Alphas. Almost all of the Alphas I’ve ever served were straight or bisexual, and all of the Masters I had were straight. I was motivated to start my online teaching because of this success; my first iteration of this effort was FagsWorshipStraights.Tumblr.com, which then quickly morphed into FagsWorshipAlphas.com.

Due to my years running FWA, I became quite well known precisely because of my skills in mentoring other faggots to approach and serve the straight Alphas in their lives. I did it again and again with such predictable results that either I’m incredibly lucky, or I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I’M TALKING ABOUT.

(HINT: It’s the latter answer)

Not only have my websites and my Questions From Readers been incredible teaching resources, but I’ve also created products to assist faggots to make this approach to straight Alphas. One was “May I Serve You, Sir?”, a small book that could be given to a potential target (available here). Another resource was “Letter To An Alpha” (link in the sidebar) that was intended to be a faster and more direct way to introduce a straight Alpha to the idea of owning faggots.

To date, both the book and the letter have yielded positive results (the letter moreso). Ultimately, it’s up to each faggot to (a) admit they need help, and (b) follow the advice I give. But I say this with complete confidence: There is NOBODY who is able to do what I do with my consistency. NOBODY.

My latest success story once again comes from a Question From Readers ask from a few weeks ago. CLICK HERE if you want to read it in its entirety. In summary, the reader (a faggot named Benjamin) was going on a cabin trip alone with his straight Alpha friend of eight years, and the faggot was desperate for any way to make an approach. I gave him some tips, and I suggested that Benjamin utilize the “Letter To An Alpha” approach.

Then Benjamin disappeared. However, he has returned with an incredible PART ONE of his experience with this (former) straight friend/now Master!

READ ON:

Hello Brother. As promised, here is the update about my time in a cabin with my Straight Alpha friend (I will be calling him Sir or Master from now on).

As you may have guessed from the last line there  things went well. In preparation of the holiday I shaved everything below the eyebrows, locked myself in my new 4 mm chastity cage, and printed out a copy of your prewritten letter to give him as there was not reliable wifi at the cabin.

We travelled there pretty normally, but I think he could tell there was something up. Just before we arrived we stopped at a supermarket for the weeks food and he asked what was up. I didn’t know what to say, so I just gave him the letter, took the shopping lists and went in to get what we needed while he read. Once I was back to the car he was done (probably multiple times I guess) and he said nothing. He also just gave me a look when I tried to speak, and I didn’t press the matter.

I drove the last 10 mins in silence, until we arrived at the cabin. Master got out and told me to bring everything in which I happily did, beginning with the food which needed to go in a fridge, then Sir’s bags, and finally my own property. As I was handling the bags, Master was going through the shopping I had brought. Once all his bags were in, Master decided he wanted a shower and called me over to where he was sat on the sofa. He assured me that he had read and understood the letter, and that we would be discussing it after his shower but for now I was to remove his boots and socks, then I was to move all his bags into the Master bedroom. I was to put mine in the cupboard of the smallest room and I was to be waiting naked and on my knees outside his EnSuite bathroom for him to be done, with a towel ready to dry his feet. In addition to my orders, I also had my chastity keys on hand to offer him at this point.

He showered for what felt like 30 mins, 20 of which I was kneeling outside the door. Eventually he came out with a towel around his waist. I didn’t see his face as I was looking at the ground, but I could see that he was still soaking wet below the knee. He walked past me and sat on the bed, and snapped his fingers. I moved quickly to his new position and went to begin drying his feet, but suddenly felt a pretty hard slap to the side of my face. Master told me one of the rules this week was that I was to kiss any part of him I was about to serve before and after I served. I apologised, kissed the top of his feet (must be around size 12 for my fellow fags who want those details) and began drying. With his foot in my lap this is when he saw the steel of my cage. Master asked about it and when I explained what it was, that I had been wearing it voluntarily for 4 months and that I currently had the keys, he ordered me to hand them over. He sounded very eager to have any form of control over another person at that point. Only once both feet were fully dry did he speak again, and he told me to look him in the eye. At this point, Master explained the new dynamic he had decided on, and rules:

1) He is the Master and to be obeyed. I am the faggot who obeys.

2) I am to call him Master or Sir in private, and carry on as normal in front of mutual friends. He may decide to let individual friends know, at which point I am to call him Master even in their presence.

3) I am to respond to any name he uses for me.

4) I am to never ask for access to my keys outside of a medical emergency.

5) In private I am to be naked in his presence.

6) In private I am not permitted to use furniture in his presence.

7) In private, I am to crawl in his presence unless I am required to stand for some form of service.

8) I am to kiss any part of his Godly body before service, and after service.

9) Master reserves the right to take, keep and store any photos he takes of the faggot in service. These cannot be shared publicly without the faggots consent, but the faggot cannot request or demand deletion.

10) The keys to the chastity cage are the application fee, and will not be returned should the faggot fail the probationary period.

He then discussed that I am not permitted to call myself His faggot just yet. Like with all jobs there will be a probation period where he is going to assess if I make his life better, or if it is nothing he should put any effort into. I do not have a fixed time scale for this period, but I am sure Master knows what he is doing and it would probably confuse my little faggot brain so I didn’t ask.

From that point I did everything I was asked to the best of my ability. I lived as his faggot puppy for the next week and a bit. I cooked every meal bar one, I slept on the floor in the corridor just outside his bedroom so I could answer Masters call instantly. I ate my meals from a bowl on the floor only once Sirs plates and the pots used to cook were clean and tidied away. I paid for all the food, got his shower to temperature before he got in.

After three days I earned the right to clean his feet. He has already had me putting on his shoes and socks, as well as taking them off and drying them after his showers. But that night (and every night after) he had me prepare a bucket of warm soapy water. I was to kneel (as always) and gently wash his feet while he played video games. I spent half an hour washing each foot, getting between the toes and really exfoliating (I used a scrubber from my wash bag which I also use for my face), then another 20 mins massaging each foot after drying it. Overall, an hour to wash his feet. Master did not criticise so faggot was extremely proud.

There were other tests of loyalty and challenges across the week, which I won’t write out in this post, maybe others if people want to hear it. But those were the first three days. I am back home now, straining against my cage writing this out and hoping I did a good enough job.

THIS IS HOW IT’S DONE!

Yes, I provided the tools to Benjamin, but Benjamin was the one who had to use them bravely and with integrity. And that’s exactly what he did, and it worked (again)!!

This experience illustrates something I’ve always insisted: most straight Alphas are open to being worshiped and served by faggots nonsexually. Sometimes it becomes sexual service, but nonsexual service feels less intrusive to them while also giving them the power trip their ego craves.

It simply takes technique combined with courage. I’m so proud of Benjamin for applying my advice with faith and bravery.

I can’t wait to hear the rest of this!

My Master Aaron was one of my first serious Masters, and during the three years he owned me something special happened – I imprinted on his scent. While he did have me sniff his armpits a couple of times, the imprinting largely happened through foot worship and, even more impactfully, when he allowed me to sleep next to him in bed.

I remember the sweetness of his scent. Master Aaron didn’t believe in wearing deodorant, but he didn’t need it. He was a bodybuilder who had a very clean diet, and everything about him – piss, cum, and sweat – was as pure as a newborn. I remember nuzzling next his eternally-warm body, his heated scent swirling around me like a gauze of diffused salted caramel.

I knew Master Aaron’s scent was affecting me then (he knew it , too), but it wasn’t until years later just how much I had imprinted on it. I was at a bar and I was passing through a group of Alphas when I smelled that scent – Master Aaron’s scent – drifting in the air.

I froze and glanced around, looking like someone verging on a panic attack. WAS HE HERE? Sadly he wasn’t, but more importantly, neither was I anymore. Suddenly in my mind I was on my knees kissing his feet once again. His scent markers, sampled randomly in the air, caused me to flash back to those moments with him from many years earlier!

That’s the power of scent imprinting and training!

In the nine years I’ve been teaching Hierarchical concepts online, I’ve spoken at length about the power of scent training. Whenever I do, I have people come at me and claim that scent plays almost no role in Hierarchical power dynamics and attraction. Their doubt is often based on old studies that were inconclusive regarding the impact of scent on human relations.

But better, more focused research has been conducted that seems to be much more conclusive.

First there is THIS STUDY that goes into a general study of human pheromones and their effects on behavior. Notice how it defines pheromones:

Pheromones are “airborne chemical signals released by an individual into the environment, and affecting the physiology and behavior of other members of the same species.” Pheromones have traditionally been defined as either releasers, compounds triggering immediate short-term behavioral responses, or primers, compounds triggering medium- to long-term changes in behavior or physiology. 

The same study also concluded that the “perception of a particular pheromone may be related to the genetic composite of the receiver” and “allows pheromones to play a major role in the sexual behavior and the choice of sexual partner in animals.” Humans are animals, and subsequent studies verified that there are “growing arguments for an influence by pheromone-like compounds on human physiology and behavior, and it is also possible that pheromone signals in humans, like in several other mammals (pigs, ferrets) may be transduced via the olfactory mucosa.”

Notice the depth and range of these pheromones:

“The natural human body odor consists of about 120 individual chemicals (Labows et al. 1979), of which some have pheromone properties. In general, body odors carry informational cues of great importance for individuals across a wide range of species, and signals hidden within the body odor cocktail are known to regulate several key behaviors in animals. For a long time, the notion that humans may be among these species has been dismissed. Psychophysical studies suggest, however, that humans, like many other animals, may be able to identify the emotional state of an individual belonging to the same species based solely on the body odor.”

Unsurprisingly, Men have much more intense and powerful pheromones higher in steroidal compounds that affect the moods of those receiving them: “Furthermore, smelling of two steroids, the 4,16-androstadien-3-one (AND), and estra-1,3,5(10),16-tetraen-3-ol (EST), have in several consecutive experiments shown to affect mood and arousal (Bensafi et al. 2003; Jacob et al. 2001; Lundstrom and Olsson 2005).”

Notice where the study isolates these mood-altering pheromones in Men:

“Androstadien-3-one (AND) is a derivative of gonadal progesterone and has been identified in urine, plasma, apocrine sweat, as well as semen and axillary hair (public hair).”

So we are not imagining things – Alpha scent is very powerful and impactful on those with receptors (females and faggots)!

There was also a fairly interesting (but in my mind, incomplete) study of “gaydar” when it comes to scent. I won’t dive into much of it because I feel like it’s missing some control experiments, but here’s what the study found:

“Gay men strongly preferred the odor of other gay men, lesbians gravitated toward the smell of other lesbians, and straight women rated the odor of straight men higher than that of gay men. Each group, in short, preferred the smell of their first-choice mates, indicating a scent-based ability to assess sexual orientation. Another study confirmed that gay men and lesbians can recognize and identify the odor of others who share their sexual preference. This kind of scent-based gaydar enables gays to pinpoint potential partners instantly.”

Notice how the study oddly seems to leave out straight Men? However, this study strongly suggests something I’ve been saying all along: straight Men (and of course, straight Alphas) can tell someone is a faggot even before the faggot knows. How? BY SCENT!

I would be willing to bet that if there was a study of males who self-identified as faggots, there would be the same reactivity to male pheromones as straight females. As the study above showed, there are specific pheromone receptors built into the ones meant to respond to them, and faggots respond just the same way as females to the scent of Alphas.

This was a lot of information, and I tried my best to walk you through the easiest path. Ultimately, scent is just as powerful as we’ve believed all along, so you’re not crazy for wanting to sniff your Alpha’s underwear or socks. You’re following your natural instinct to imprint on his scent the same way animals do.

And deep down, we are all animals.

I just want to add this weird little interview with Shawn Mendes where the interviewer asks to smell Shawn’s armpit and he let’s him do it! WE ALL UNDERSTAND THIS! It’s in our NATURE!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When we last heard from Mike, the older faggot of a powerful younger Alpha named Steve, Mike had made a disastrous choice that caused Master Steve to lock him in chastity for two weeks. Mike was devastated, but resigned to his fate since he was given a choice and he chose wrong.

But just because Master Steve is punishing Mike, that doesn’t mean Mike doesn’t still need to continue to serve. And that’s exactly what Mike has been doing:

After sending you the message yesterday,  as I was cleaning his house and laundry, I started to do a lot of thinking about his and I relationship and how it’s evolved into this.

But Saturday, I cleaned his house washed and folded his laundry.  This was actually the first time I ever did his laundry.  I assume this will be part of my new chores. I even went to the store and made his favorite, my chicken salad, which he always says is the best.  He normally likes it in refrigerator to snack on.  I guess this was my way of saying I’m sorry, because he always says words mean nothing but actions mean everything.  

He got home late as he said he would.  When he finally came to bed.  He did put his arm around me and I could smell the chicken salad on his breath.  That made me happy.

But to be honest, I didn’t sleep very well, I kept straining all night in my cage.  I don’t know how I’m going to get adjusted to this.   And pissing is almost impossible without making a mess.

Sunday was overall a good day,  everything was almost normal.  Except for I was constantly thinking about my cage.  Just before I was leaving at 3 o’clock he asked me to come into the living room.   He asked me to hand him my phone and unlock it, I did.  He opened up my Grindr app, and kinda scroll through it a second.  He asked me do I think it was appropriate for me to have this app on the phone talking to other guys since I had him.  I knew immediately what he wanted.  I said no it wasn’t and I’m very sorry I have it.  He handed me the phone back and said well you know what to do.  He watched as I deleted my account, data and app.  He said let’s make this clear, going forward he’s the only that can play with whoever and whenever.  And I will never have sex with anyone else but him, unless he approves or asks.  He said are we clear on this?  I said yes, sir.

What he did next actually kind of shocked me.  He took the keys to the chastity device and hung them the same place we keep our car keys.  He said remember what I told you always have free will to do what you want.  

We live about an hour and a half apart, that afternoon when I was leaving to go back home, he gave me a hug and kiss and said thanks for the chicken salad by the way.  I just smiled.

On the way home, I was thinking of how I could make up to him for choosing this option.

That really shows the kindness within Master Steve, a god-like quality of benevolence toward an inferior.

However, Master Steve then changed the stakes the next day:

WOW!!! That’s an incredible assignment! It’s also a tough one, a variation of The Nuclear Option method of punishment I’m always talking about!

Will Mike be able to find a faggot friend to service Master Steve? And how will it impact their relationship? Stay tuned!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend Giovanni. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

2024 was a phenomenal year for God Alpha Master Lorenzo. He finished critical studies and began work as a scientist and a lecturer. He managed an incredible acquisition of his first truly owned faggot Giovanni by moving Gio and his mother from Europe to Brazil, where he takes care of both of them.

But God Alphas aren’t content to remain stagnant, especially not young ones with the kind of dominance and intelligence Master Lorenzo possesses!

Late in 2024 Master Lorenzo added a second faggot to his rotation, another cute young faggot named Rafael. This was critical, because Master’s huge dick was too much for little Gio’s tight pussy to handle for daily use. The addition of Rafael provided days in between fucks to recuperate.

Households with multiple faggots can be challenging for both the Master and the faggots. Its success hinges on whether the faggots can lose their egos and remember that they are united in focus on the needs and pleasure of their Owner. Fortunately it seems that Gio and Rafael are managing to do just that, leading to a great amount of personal satisfaction for Master Lorenzo.

I was so glad to receive this update from Master Lorenzo:

Things here are going well. Gio`s mother wanted to spend Christmas with him, which is understandable, so I invited her to my house and Gio cooked a wonderful meal for the three of us. Rafael (my second fag) also wanted to be with his family, so I told him to spend the 24th and the 25th with his parents. On New Year’s Eve, however, I decided that I want both boys with me, so I talked to Gio’s mother that he would spend Jan 1st with her and the 31st with me. It was a very important bonding moments for my two faggots. 

I had been concerned about them because, although both were serving me very well, they would hardly ever interact with each other. For me it is not enough to have two sexy faggots on my feet I want them to get along well and learn from each other how to improve their service. My idea was to make them prepare a little New Year’s party for the three of us together. I knew that Gio or Rafael would be happy to do anything for me, but I specifically told them to do the groceries, prepare the house, cook a nice meal, make the drinks, and get new clothes together. The boys spent the whole day on Dec 30th running errands while I was at work and my plan worked perfectly well. When I arrived home at night, they were chatting in the living room, laughing together, and hanging out and all the things I asked were done. 

I held both of them together, Gio in my right arm and Rafael in my left arm, and we cuddled for a long time. I told them that I wanted them to see each other as brothers whose goal in life is serving me. Gio was more reluctant at first because he was used to having my full attention, but it didn’t take long for him to understand that I still love him. I also made it very clear that we are not a throuple. I am the only man in the house and they are two faggots who must obey me. They agreed and said that they would do their best to make me proud. I told them that I was already very proud to see that they had completed all the tasks, so I kissed both of them in their mouths and told them to give me a double blowjob. 

Both Rafael and Gio had sucked my dick hundreds of times before, but doing it together was a new thing for all of us. They didn’t know exactly how to react, so I told them to relax and just follow my orders. I trained them to alternate between my dick and my balls, so Gio starts sucking my dick while Rafael worships my balls, then I snap my fingers and they change. It was a wonderful exercise for my boys. Needless to say, I also trained them to get fucked together. I put Gio in missionary position on the edge of the bed and Rafael goes on top of him so their bellies can touch. They start making out while I put some lube in their holes and while they kiss each other, I alternate my dick fucking Gio’s hole and Rafael’s hole in this position. They also learned how to get on all fours side by side shaking their asses to me. 

See how marvelous it is when an Alpha can relax in his Kingdom in peace while he is served by obedient faggot slaves? It gives the Alpha even more confidence and energy to accomplish even bigger things!

Master Lorenzo now has this first part of his Kingdom in place and serving harmoniously. He’s set up an orderly arrangement to control this:

2025 started better than any other year I’ve ever had, Sam. The boys are very obedient and get along well. Rafael doesn’t live with me yet because he’s too connected to his parents, but he comes to my place every Friday night and serves me until Monday morning, when he goes to work. In fact, Gio is a lucky boy because he has much less work now, for Rafael cleans the whole house on the weekends. I also refrain from fucking Gio’s pussy when Rafael is here so he can rest his hole. For me, it’s perfect because I have two warm mouths and two tight holes to use. I will eventually own other faggots but for now I prefer to focus on these two and train them as much as possible. 

The new Fag Schedule looks like this now:

Monday: Romantic Night with Gio

Tuesday: Good Boy’s Night with Gio

Wednesday: Puppy’s Night with Gio

Thursday: Femboy’s Night with Gio

Friday: Femboy’s Night with Gio and Rafael 

Saturday: Romantic Night with Gio and Rafael

Sunday: Total Submission with Gio and Rafael

I think that schedule is pretty amazing! It’s so well balanced, making allowances for his faggots’ need to feel affection and safety with his own need to dominate and be worshiped.

As Master Lorenzo expands his Kingdom to include more faggots, this will become the template by which he can rule them all effectively. I’m so proud of Master Lorenzo, and I’m proud to be called his faggot as well!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the conversion and ownership of former Master Bruno into a faggot by powerful Master Juan. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It has been a little while since I last heard from Master Juan and his faggot Bruno. I assumed everything was going well since I hadn’t heard from either of them, and Master Juan is a God Alpha who seems to have supreme control over all aspects of his life.

His message to me contained information I wasn’t expecting, and it simultaneously thrilled me and alarmed me.

This your Master Juan. Bruno and I traveled to Italy for the holidays and I was too busy to check this email in January. Everything is going well here. You have my consent to publish my story with Bruno on your website, go ahead. 

The only big update I have for you is that I have a girlfriend now. It was difficult to navigate that at first with Bruno, but after a long conversation, he agreed to be mine while I have an official relationship with a woman. Although I am bisexual, I need a woman by my side to form a family and have my children. And so, I decided to keep Bruno in my house, while she still lives with her parents. My gf doesn’t know that I use Bruno but our deal is he pretends to be my roommate and doesn’t tell anyone that I fuck him and, in return, I allow him to serve me 24/7 and have my full attention and protection. 

In fact, I wanted to hear from you about that. I think Bruno will eventually want to find a man who actually loves him and get married. But for now, he seems to be happy living with me under my rules. 

Now, I knew Master Juan was bisexual. I just wasn’t aware of the extent of his lust for pussy.

Alphas at the level of a Master Juan want and expect the world. It’s only natural that they want all of the power and glory they’re entitled to, and every womb (female and faggot) should be filled with their seed. But when it comes to glorification, there’s no better way for an Alpha to be glorified than by the children he creates. The power to create life is something God bestowed upon Man (who was created in the likeness of God, not women), and with that power comes a deep-rooted desire to exercise that power. I mean, do you think Men have that constant drive to fuck and breed just because they’re bored? No – they’re born with that desire to procreate, impregnate, raise children.

Like everything else, God Alphas like Master Juan have that desire much more powerfully than other males.

I was sad to think that poor Bruno might end up being out of a job as a faggot eventually, a victim of Master Juan’s most primal desires. As Master Juan mentioned, Bruno will be able to find another Master to own him and care for him. It’s just a shame that Master Juan was the one who broke Bruno, taught him about his faghood and how to properly serve an Alpha. That kind of experience is not forgotten … nor replaceable.

I expressed this is a letter to Master Juan, and he responded with this:

I wish I could just keep Bruno with me because he is getting better day by day. However, no matter how much I love fucking his tight hole, after a few weeks I really miss fucking pussy. Sadly, Bruno cannot give me children, so I want to get married with a woman. But I don’t think it’s fair to get her pregnant before telling her the whole truth. So I decided to keep her for now to see how things go. When the time arrives, I will explain to her that I don’t mind having her as my only Queen and woman, but I will eventually need to fuck faggots too. If she doesn’t accept it, we’ll break up. Time will tell.

As always, Master Juan is noble and righteous in his dealings with the inferiors serving his needs. I’m glad to hear that he intends to explain his situation to her before it progresses too far. Not only does that respect her, but it also respects Bruno by giving him a place in that conversation that involves him.

I’m keenly aware that God Alphas don’t need to do these kinds of things, and many don’t. That’s why I feel so blessed to know and serve a great King like Master Juan. Even if, as a faggot, I cannot see everything he’s planning, I can trust that when he acts, it will be for the good of everyone!

Thank you, Master Juan!

P.S. Yes, you have my permission to name your first son or daughter “sam”!

Hi brother Sam ! I hope you’re doing well ,first I wanted to thank you for all the work you do for the community and bringing awareness to fags everywhere and helping them embrace their faghood and serve masters and alpha men as intended ,you’ve spoken before about your time in jail but I was wondering if you could tell us more and elaborate on your time in there and how you served your fellow alpha in mates -what did you do for them ,how did you serve them and how did you approach the topic ? I would love to know and be inspired by your devotion to being a good fag and slave even while in Jail , thank you brother 

Thanks for the question, I guess! LOL

First of all, I was in FEDERAL PRISON, not jail. There is a big difference.

It took me a little while to get acclimated to being in a place like that, a place where I definitely did not fit in. People move differently when incarcerated, and there are all sorts of petty rules and signals one has to learn. For example, I was almost beaten up by one inmate because I couldn’t stop whistling songs in my head (whistling was used to signal when a guard was coming).

But I’m a friendly person and I make friends easily, so I quickly assembled a few allies. None of them were faggots or gay, but they were more playful about it with me.

As far as what I did Hierarchically, well, I cleaned the bathroom for my floor every day. This was something I did voluntarily, and I did such a good job that several of the black Apex Alphas and God Alphas on the floor rallied around me whenever someone threatened me.

There was an Apex Alpha who ran his own little commissary store from his cubicle, and he relied on me to purchase items for him to replenish his store when he was low. I bought items for other Alphas when they were low on funds.

My two biggest faggot-related accomplishments were:

1. I sucked off two straight Alphas, one black and one white. DeAndre (not his real name) was a 40-year-old black Alpha who looked 25 who I sucked off three times before he left. But my proudest accomplishment was my Master Jack, a jacked 32-year-old white Alpha who was totally depressed when I first met him. Then I began to talk to him about his Alphahood, and he brightened up, began furiously working out, and eventually had me suck his dick in the unused band room with the lights off.
2. I started formally interviewing Alphas about their Alphahood and their thoughts on what made them Alpha and why Alphas are important. I talked about Hierarchy so much that I became known for it, and some people started using the language of Hierarchy with each other. It was quite inspiring to see how quickly they embraced the truth of it. In one case, I used Hierarchical principles to help a young black Apex Alpha named “D” understand why he needed to cheat on his longterm girlfriend, and he was so impressed that he told everybody that I solved his issue!

While I never want to be in that situation ever again (obviously), I learned so much from a Hierarchical perspective that it seemed almost inevitable.

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

The last I heard from my faggot brother Fabien was last Thursday after Master Anthony had enjoyed his 22nd birthday with his faggot and was heading out that night to celebrate with his Alpha Pack.

Now, I know Alphas about as well as I know faggots; this comes when you’ve served them and been owned by them as many times as I have. And I warned Fabien: BE READY FOR THEIR RETURN. I knew Master Anthony wasn’t going to miss a chance to show off his power over his faggot with his larger group of friends.

And sure enough, I was right again.

This is a pretty jaw-dropping installment from Fabien, so I’ll minimize interruptions:

Anyway, as you know, Anthony’s Pack was back to his home (I feel more and more like I’m living in his place rather than the reverse! ^^). But there were some surprises: Anthony arrived with Henri, five other friends (including two I didn’t know) but also a gorgeous young girl and another boy their age, named Clément, who happened to be… another faggot!

When they arrived, they were loudly chatting and they hardly paid any attention to me, except to give me their coats. But Anthony, who was speaking with the girl, snapped in my direction and said to the shy boy: “Clément, go with Fabien here to the kitchen, he’ll explain you your duties:”.

So I met the boy Clément in the kitchen. “Are you Anthony’s roommate” he asked me. “More like his live-in servant”, I answered. Then, he explained to me. Clément is a shy classmate of Anthony and Henri’s gang who often tried to befriend them. Some days ago, Anthony had him lick his boots. Henri and him had a good laugh and Anthony told his best bro “I’ve already have a better one, you can get this one!”. So now, Clément is considered to be Henri’s slave boy!

(Also, it means that either Anthony already has another college fag I don’t know of, or I am the “better one”! Either one, it makes my day!)

Anyway, to sum up, Clément and I served the Pack all evening, bringing them drinks and food, while they laughed and chatted loudly over background music, sometimes danced and played video games. I had secretly baked a chocolate cake for Anthony, and Clément and I lit the 22 candles in the kitchen. When I brought it into the living room, all his friends started singing “Happy Birthday” and clapping!

Clément and I were also used and humiliated during the evening. When I served a drink to Anthony, who was talking with the pretty girl sitting on his lap, he said to her, pointing at me, “You see the grown-up guy who lives here with me? He’s my stooge. He idolizes me so much that he does anything I tell him to do.” She was very intrigued and interested. “Look!” he said, snapping his fingers at his boot.

I knew what I had to do. And I was delighted to show this young girl all Anthony’s power, to make her understand how lucky she was to be in his lap. I licked the sole and all of Anthony’s boot very carefully, to the admiring cheers and chuckles of the girl and the Alpha Bros. Afterwards, with Anthony’s approval, I had to lick several shoes and bare feet. My tongue was tired by the end!

Later that evening, I was on my knees in front of them, trying to catch with my mouth any food they threw at me, laughing. I also had to bark and perform like a dog for their entertainment. The boy Clément, meanwhile, was used as a footrest for long moments by several of them, and had to deal with socks in his mouth and spit in his face.

How can I explain what I felt like, as an accomplished, respectable thirty-something, humiliated and mocked by these young college student bros laughing together? I felt perfectly in my place. It seemed so natural to me, as a lesser boy, to debase myself for the pleasure of these young, better men.

Late in the evening, Anthony got up with the beautiful girl who was glued to him and said to his brothers “Fellas, I’ve got more festivities ahead of me!” and they both went to his room while the others raised their glasses or bottles of beer to his health and jokingly wished him a happy birthday. Afterwards, we could clearly hear the girl’s exclamations of delight coming from the bedroom, provoking admiring and appreciative laughs from the alphas.

“Anthony, that lucky bastard!” one of them said with obvious admiration, “always gets the prettiest ones!” “Yeah” laughed another “no wonder he’s the boss!” I felt such a burst of pride!

One of them called out to me: “All of this makes me horny. Hey, bitch, I hear you give blow jobs? Come over here”. I was about to comply, but Henri intervened: “No, Anthony isn’t here and didn’t allow it. You can have mine, though” and he turned to Clément, who was then groveling in the back of the room “You little shit! Come over here to have a taste of our dicks!” Clément had to suck several cocks, while I was massaging Henri’s feet.

When they went to bed (Henri and two others in the guest room, three others on the sofa bed), Clément and I were sent to the kitchen. Since the first party, with Anthony’s agreement, I’ve bought a futon to sleep on. I wanted to lend it to Clément, but Henri stopped by and forbade it, requiring Clément to sleep directly on the floor. I said I didn’t mind letting him sleep on it, but Henri curtly replied, “I don’t care what you mind or not. I decide to educate my slave boy and to learn to sleep in his place!” So Clément had to accommodate himself to the kitchen floor.

I tried to comfort him as much as I could. “Don’t worry! You’re going to love serving superior men. Sometimes, it may be hard and exhausting, but it’s really worth it! I wish I knew that when I was your age. Always be thankful and obedient and attentive, always put his well-being first. And I promise you, it will be very fulfilling!” I saw him give a shy little smile and murmur “they actually are super awesome!” and I was relieved.

The next day, I was the first person in the apartment to wake up. I wondered if Anthony would want me to come and bring him breakfast in his room while he was with his lover, but I felt it was better to take the risk of making a mistake by bringing something to him than by failing to do so. I put a hearty breakfast for him and his girl on a tray, and added a flower from a vase in a small glass vial, for the lady.

I set the tray down beside his bed as they both slept, her head resting on his chest. Anthony slowly opened his eyes at this moment, glanced at the breakfast and gave me a thumbs-up, then a hand signal to clear off. I was so relieved I did right!

Back in the kitchen, I kindly woke up Clément and suggested that he brings Henri and his two friends breakfast in the guest room. His new master would surely be pleased. He did so and only came out later, looking delighted, with a little cum still on his face. As for the others three in the living room, I knew they were only entitled to leftover breakfast, in accordance with the hierarchy between Alphas, but I always take care to make generous portions so that they get respectable shares.

Anthony and his bros left in the late morning that day. My master informed me that he wouldn’t be coming back to the flat before they left for the weekend, and said I’d see him on Monday, while reminding me with a hand gesture to clean and tidy the apartment before he comes back.

Clément kindly stayed with me a little longer to help me start cleaning. Before he left, I did my best again to help him. “I may be older than you, but you and I are the same, inferior boys born to serve and obey incredible men like Anthony, Henri and their bros. So we’ve got to stick together brotherly! If you need anything, don’t hesitate to contact me, little brother!” I wish to be as helpful to him as I know you would be, Sam!

What a stunning display of natural Hierarchy, both Alpha and faggot! I wasn’t there, and yet I feel almost as giddy as little Fabien!

First of all, let me sing Fabien’s praises. Keep in mind that this is Fabien’s FIRST TIME serving an Alpha, and he’s exquisitely perfect right out of the box! Whenever anyone asks if faggots are born that way, just point to Fabien. He was BORN for this role, and it’s one he accepts with responsibility and joy.

For instance, notice how Fabien had no jealousy over his Master Anthony’s female, or the other faggot the Pack brought to the apartment! Not only did he not have any jealousy, but he also began helping Clement – mentoring him – to be the best faggot possible and making things as comfortable for his faggot brother as he could under pressure! I haven’t seen this level of selfless faggot cooperation since the legendary faggots of Masters Jin, Nick, and Matt in Toronto, Canada! It’s beautiful beyond belief! Any Alpha on the planet would want to own and cherish faggots like Fabien and Clement!

And from the Alphas we see typical Pack behavior, with each one teaching the next how to own and use the available faggots. I love that Master Anthony (the God Alpha of the Pack) taught Master Henri about faggot ownership and “gifted” him a faggot of his own. This is not over. The other Alphas in the Pack will soon be getting faggots of their own as well, just watch!

When Master Anthony returns home to his loyal faggot, he is going to give him a return to remember. I have no doubt that Master Anthony is beaming with pride over the way his faggot served him. If he feels even half of what I feel for Fabien’s performance, he’s going to breed Fabien until cum is seeping from his tearducts!

Ultimately, I’m left speechless and moved almost to tears by Fabien’s closing words:

It’s been over two days since Anthony left and I can hardly think of anything else but him. I feel so much loyalty and admiration for him; how can a young man be so perfect? I am obsessed with making him happy, I really want him to enjoy his life as much as he can. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do just to please him. I can’t wait to see him again tomorrow!

That’s how complete and devoted service to a worthy Alpha should leave a faggot – spent, but eager to be spent again. We are renewed by being used by our Owners!

I love you, sweet Fabien! May you always be so inspired!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the story of a professional office faggot named Sean who desired to serve (and eventually served) a hot new God Alpha subordinate in the office. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a long, long time since I’ve heard much more than a peep out of my dear brother Sean. A trickle of info here and there, but he’s been so busy serving his God Alpha brothers and dealing with his both his house duties and whatever’s left of his place at the company he founded (now taken over by God Alpha Eric).

I’ve been deluged with questions about this story, one of the most incredible true stories of Hierarchical dominance I’ve ever encountered. Sean seems perplexed by the interest, but I think Sean is so far inside the bubble that he can’t get any perspective. What has happened in his life is literally every faggot’s dream (and, frankly, the dream of most Alphas, too!). It’s been an extraordinary privilege to carry Sean’s story and share it with the world, where it has changed minds and lives with its simple, undeniable truth about Hierarchy.

So, after months of pestering Sean, he finally found some time on a slow Sunday to update me on how things have been.

i love my life of service to two incredible Masters.  Master Jake is now attending a local college and i am helping Him with His school work so that He gets excellent grades and can maintain His eligibility to play intercollegiate baseball.  Over Christmas my Masters enjoyed skiing in the Rockies and that took a lot of arranging on my part. None of this is a burden.  Indeed the more ways i am able to serve Them, to make Their lives more enjoyable, the more fulfilled my life is and the happier i am with my life.  sam, i am sure you understand.

I wanted more clarification on this little blurb of tantalizing information, like did he go with them on this ski trip, or how Master Eric was doing in his position as one of the co-owners of the company.

i accompanied them on the trip, but of course, i didn’t ski.  i took care of the equipment, cooked Their meals, made Their beds, did the laundry, etc.  A lot of cocksucking which  is always a wonderful reward.

Master Eric is kicking ass at the company  He effectively runs the place.  i have virtually no role there –sometimes i am consulted about stuff that i am particularly expert on.

This amazing situation has been going for more than three years now, and it shows no signs of slowing down at all. Masters Eric and Jake are now wealthy, pampered, and worshiped young GOD ALPHAS fully experiencing their natural birthright.

And Sean is experiencing the bliss only absolute submission can provide. Even in all of my years of service I have never been completely emptied and thoroughly used the way my brother Sean has been. Of course, as much credit goes to the absolute power of Master Eric as it does to Sean.

But it just goes to prove yet again: Hierarchy IS Truth!

The following post is part of a thread about Master Simon, a 17-year-old Apex Alpha in Sweden who has taken ownership of his faggot father, Algot. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Society will push back against natural Alphas who exert too much power too soon. This is almost inevitable, I suppose. It’s frightening to see such boldness, such confidence, such brazen power. It seems uncontrollable and all-consuming, and society will always try to put up roadblocks and barriers to limit Alpha excesses.

Here’s the problem: Alphas might be slowed, but they will never stop. They will never relinquish the power they have or bend their knee to the fears of inferiors. It will never happen.

Master Simon recently faced some unfortunate backlash for his ownership of his faggot father Algot. I’ll let Master Simon tell it:

Long time no see 

I have not really gave you any updated as of late I am so sorry but it is because it has all crashed and burned. 

It got out that I was using my father and lets just say people were not happy me and my dad have been ridiculed publicly in our city and has decided to stop our master slave relationship we both also realized that even though it was hierarchy correct for me to use him like that it was not ethical in anyway so we both have decided to move to a new city to start a new life we have also decided to move to different cities and go low contact for a while be both still love each other and need to realize we are father and son and nothing more 

I just wanted to update you on the situation I will also add that I will still carry on being and alpha and using faggots in the my new place and my father will still be a faggot and get used at his new place. 

My question for you is how I’m I supposed to go back to normal whit my dad when I know he is under me in the hierarchy and when I know I have had him as a slave

I was heartbroken for Master Simon AND his faggot father! They were both experiencing fulfillment in their (admittedly) unusual circumstances. But no matter how unseemly the entire affair felt, there is no doubt Hierarchical power dynamics were at play.

So I replied to Master Simon this way:

I’m so sorry to hear about this, Master! The truth about Hierarchy scares a lot of people because it forces them to confront their own inadequacies and weaknesses. When we talk about people like you being BORN with tremendous power, that shakes the foundations of their false beliefs.

That said, what was happening between you and your father was fairly shocking, Master. You can see that, right? It doesn’t shock me, because as a teacher of Hierarchy I’ve seen similar stories before. But most people struggle to understand/accept an Alpha owing a faggot, let alone an Alpha son owning his father.

Master, I don’t think it’s possible for you to have a “normal” relationship with your father. You learned the truth about yourself by owning him, and you taught him the truth about himself by using him. How can it ever go back? Your father will always crave you. In fact, you’ve submitted him so deeply and so thoroughly that I hesitate to call him your father. He will ALWAYS be your faggot.

But I do think it will be healthier for both of you to stop the blatant display of power dynamics that was happening between you, and for you to move on to owning other faggots. Through the ownership of other faggots you will be able to continue growing in power and your understanding in a safer, less volatile way.

Master, you’re one of the most naturally powerful young Alphas I’ve ever met. I’m sorry this episode occurred, but it’ll pass. The only thing that will never change is what you were born to be: a KING. Relentlessly pursue your goals, and build a life that reflects that truth.

Master Simon replied to the above message this way:

What you said about my father/faggot is true he will always crave me it was me who had to put a stop to me using him he protested but I just think its unhealthy for us both his last act of service was buying my new apartment and moving me in I really hope he finds an alpha who treat him well and I will update you when I find a new faggot in the city.

I was glad to hear the defiance and hope in Master Simon’s words. He’s young and powerful and he knows that eventually his will shall be accomplished in his life. He will have whatever he wants, society be damned.

Yes, this was a setback … a temporary one. Nothing can stop an Alpha once he tastes victory!

Hi Sam,

Quick question. I’ve been fucking a very nice fag for 6 months now. He is always available to cook, clean, do the chores and, of course, suck and ride my dick. But he is really obsessed with my feet and armpits, even more than my dick, so sometimes after I cum in his mouth or ass, I let him worship my feet for hours just because he is a good boy.

The thing is, I don’t really care about him kissing my feet or armpits. After I cum, I just want to send him home. However, I feel that if I started doing that, he’ll be less and less obedient with time. Based on your experience as a faggot and mentoring many other fags, do you think my rationale makes sense? If I start just sending him home after I cum (which would be ideal for me), do you think he’ll eventually stop serving me? I’m asking this because right now he is constantly begging to serve me because he knows he’ll get some feet and armpit afterward. While I understand that faggots exist to serve us, I don’t want to take the risk because finding a warm mouth and a tight hole is not always easy.

Master, thank you for writing such an honest letter, one to which I think many Alphas can relate.

First of all, congratulations on finding yourself a true faggot deeply devoted to worship and service! You mention it’s rare to find such a faggot, and I agree! I wish more faggots embraced their truth so completely! 

I kinda chuckled when I read your issue. Men are notorious for wanting to be alone or go to sleep after they cum. The faggot doesn’t mean to be pushy or selfish when it starts worshiping your pits and feet, of course. I think the faggot is just turned on by the loads (and the hormones in the cum) you just pumped into it, and this is a form of thanks. It’s like a cat incessantly rubbing up against an Owner it loves. It’s almost like the faggot is making its own kind of aftercare, which is weird.

But no matter how talented or beloved your faggot is, it has no right to infringe on your needs or wants. After all, you own it. 

So here’s what I propose, Master: allow the faggot to worship your feet and armpits BEFORE it services you. That way the ritual will serve as a kind of foreplay for the fag, which might vastly improve its service for your cock. And who knows, while you’re horny you might like your feet and armpits worshiped more. 

I think it would be good to inform the faggot of the switch AND WHY, so that the faggot understands you want it to go home once it’s finished. 

I’m so grateful you wrote to me about this issue, Master, and I sincerely hope this helps! I want you to have all the pleasure you desire, as well as maintain solid, caring control over your faggot! 

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Hey Sam

I really like your content here and I have a important question

I am 23 and I am straight. Some years ago I really wanted to have a threesome with my gf and another woman. She said that we could do it as long a we had a threesome with another guy too. Of course I said no, I would never let my woman touch another dick. But, surprisingly, she just wanted to see me fucking a faggot.

It took her 8 months to convince me that fucking faggots is not gay at all. She is a ballet dancer and one day she brought home one of her friends from ballet. The guy was really smooth, was wearing some make-up and had amazing legs and ass. At first I thought it wouldn’t work and I almost gave up, but the guy got on his knees and starting calling me Sir.

I am very dominant with women in bed but it’s very rare to find a woman who actually wants to submit to me (nothing against feminists lol). The faggot was smart and felt that I was not attracted to his body but I was attracted to the feeling of POWER that I had with him. They started to give me a double blowjob, and shortly after I was fucking my gf’s pussy and the fag’s ass at the same time. I felt like a king.

We were all 19 when that started to happen and we’ve been fucking from time to time for 4 years now. My gf loves Man-fag porn (she showed me your website), so she’s perfectly happy with this situation and her pussy gets really wet when I fuck the faggot. For me, it’s good to have a nice blowjob a and a tight ass available 24/7.

However, the faggot often refers to us a  throuple and I really don’t want to hurt his feelings. I told him one million times that I AM NOT BISEXUAL. I will not have a boyfriend, I do not have any interest in having a relationship with a man or a faggot. I just want my woman who will be my wife one day, and he’s just a nice cumdump. I like using him and I understand that he’s inferior, but he is still a human being and I respect him a lot. I know very little of fag’s hearts, so I wanna know your opinion.  In my mind, I am a King with a Queen by my side and he’s nothing more than a useful servant. How to keep the fag next to me but convince him that we’re not a throuple? I respect him, I protect him, I take care of him, I like how he’s friends with my girl, but I do not love him as I love my gf.

Master, thank you for writing!  What an amazing testimony to the truth of Hierarchy! 

You really should be quite grateful to your girlfriend, Master. She recognized what you are – at least an Apex Alpha – and knew that you deserved the kind of worship only faggots can truly provide. As you mention, very few females understand how to WORSHIP Men, but faggots are completely devoted servants/slaves of Men like you. She took a big risk introducing you to faggots, but the experience seems to have made a powerful impression on you.

I’m sure you always felt the truth of Hierarchy in your life before you ever discovered the true nature of it, this fact that you, a superior Alpha, deserves to be served and serviced by all inferiors you choose. Tragically, many Alphas refuse this part of their Hierarchical heritage, and they fail to advance in power and standing among Men. What you wrote above shows you’ve peeked through the looking glass and you now see the vast Kingdom and endless possibilities available to you. I cannot tell you how happy I am to hear that! 

It’s also clear that your faggot doesn’t quite understand its purpose yet. It’s still under the mistaken impression that it’s like a second girlfriend or something, and that’s wrong. A faggot is a slave, a loyal dog, a possession. It is to humbly serve as commanded by its Owner. 

So here’s where you (as its Master) must take the faggot and retrain it into a proper servant. First and foremost, I think it would be beneficial to put a chastity cage on the faggot, if not permanently then whenever it’s serving you. This will help the faggot understand it is not the same as you. 

I also recommend that you employ targeted scent training with the faggot, but combined with a call/response exercise to get into the faggot’s head that it is not in a relationship with you, but rather it is your property. Put the faggot on its knees and make it kiss your feet. Then tell it to repeat after you as you tell it to repeat back “I am a faggot” “I am not a Man” “My Master cannot love me” “I exist to serve my Master” etc. As the faggot completes each call/response, have it deeply inhale your crotch or armpits (you can be clothed or naked), and then kiss your feet again. 

I know you mentioned that you don’t want to hurt the faggot, Master, but this is not hurting the faggot. We faggots need to be trained to accept reality through this kind of targeted training. A dog might not like its Master using a choke collar on it during obedience training, but in the end the dog is grateful for its Master’s attention and care. So will your faggot. 

As you mentioned, owning your faggot has made you feel more like a King. That’s good, because that’s exactly what you were born to be. You have every right to have a Kingdom that reflects you, your glory and your standards, Master. If you end up owning 100 faggots, every one of them must be trained by you, and obediently loyal to you. 

I believe you have the power and the insight already within you to become a great Owner and Master of faggots, and you are blessed to have a Queen who is excited to see you exercising such power. Try my suggestions and see if they don’t improve the situation. If they don’t, adjustments can be made or the faggot can be replaced. 

I hope you will be willing to keep in touch with me as this situation develops, Master. I would be humbled and grateful to carry your story and continue a dialogue if possible. my email is HierarchyUniversity@gmail.com. THANK YOU, MASTER! 

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

For an Alpha, a birthday is never a sign of getting older, only a sign of getting BETTER. As they age, their power increases, their confidence increases, and their Kingdom increases. Of course, that increase is directly tied to how much they embrace their Alphahood and their place in Hierarchy.

For Master Anthony, turning 22 years old today means he’s still just at the start of his reign. But how glorious he already is! Most significantly, in the last year Master Anthony has formally enslaved his first faggot, my dear Fabien. Why is it significant? Well, Master Anthony has broken out of the mold the world wants to put him in, one that constrains his power. He now understands that owning and using a faggot (a) doesn’t make him suddenly gay, and (b) makes him vastly more powerful than his Alpha peers.

That’s a lot of growth in one year, wouldn’t you say?

Needless to say, Master Anthony and his Alpha Pack intend to party it up for his 22nd birthday. But Master Anthony’s faggot Fabien has some other ideas …

Today is Anthony’s 22nd birthday! I know he plans to go for a festive birthday weekend with his bros tomorrow evening, but I wanted to mark the occasion today!

I bought him several gifts: black leather military boots, a rather expansive men’s fragrance and a luxury watch! I wrapped these presents in a single gift box and wrote him a note on a birthday card. Here is what I wrote, translated as well as I can:

Master Anthony,

You are arrogant, you are a show-off and you think you’re entitled to everything. And you know what? You’re completely right. Because you’re young, handsome, muscular, brilliant and you’re a natural leader. How can you have it all? That’s how it is. You’re just better.

Thank you for coming into my life and putting me in my place, that is, at your feet. Keeping you happy and satisfied is the most fulfilling thing I’ve ever done. You knew you were entitled to my submission and you gave me no choice. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Here are some gifts for you. I fervently hope they please you. If not, please punish me hard, and I’ll do better. I wish you a very, very Happy Birthday!

Your grateful slave,
Fabien

This morning, after I’d served him breakfast in bed and worshipped his cock, I went to discreetly take out my present to wait for him to take a shower. When he came out of his room, he was in his boxers. Like he often does, he stopped in front of the mirror, flexing and stretching, and ordered me to come massage his back. I once again put my hands on his toned shoulders and massaged his muscular back with my thumbs as I know he likes, making him close his eyes and moan in delight. While doing it, I was looking at him in the mirror, gawking at his abs, his pecs, his biceps, his face… Shaking my head, I murmured, almost unconsciously: “You’re just so gorgeous.” Opening his eyes and smiling smugly, he said “Yeah, I really am. Nice job!”. “Thank you for the honor”, I answered.

While he was in the shower, I put the gift box and birthday card in his room and prepared his clothes for the day. When he came out of the bathroom, I kissed his feet and said, “Maybe you’ll find a surprise in your room, Master.” “What are you up to, boy?” he said with a smile.

I waited in the living room with so much anxiety! I was hoping so hard that he would appreciate my card and my gifts! I was afraid I’d done something wrong, wondering if the word on the card was too “ bold ” and inappropriate… But when he came out, fully dressed, he was beaming, obviously delighted! “The gifts are great! Nice job, minion! And the birthday card was fun. Getting sentimental, huh? Kidding, that was cool!”

Looking down, he laughed and said “Admit it, you wanted new boots to lick, didn’t you? Come on and do your job, slave! Your tongue’s gonna meet these beauties a lot!”

I eagerly rushed over to lick his new boots for the first time. While I was on the second one, he felt like crushing my head against the floor. “How do you feel here under my boot, slave?” he laughed. “Where I belong, Sir! I’m in heaven!” I replied. “I’m sure you are!”

When I stood up, he said, “You haven’t done anything wrong for a long time, I don’t get many occasions to put your head under my boot!”  I replied, “If you feel like doing it, you don’t need any justification to do what you want to do, Sir! You’re the boss!” “That’s right,” he said, patting my cheek.

Before leaving, he told me he was going to receive some of his bros here tonight for a first party, before their weekend. Looks like I’m going to serve the Alpha Pack again!

Dear brother Sam, I don’t want to over-interpret nor overstep beyond my place, but I do believe there’s a form of complicity between us. I know I am not his friend and will never be, for only his Alpha Bros are worthy of his friendship, but I feel like we share a special bond, even if that’s hard to explain. Do you think I’m delusional? Anyway, I’m so, so happy!

I’m really proud of my brother Fabien for how deeply he has submitted to Master Anthony! Straight Alphas can be more difficult to serve, because they tend to push harder on our limitations. Ultimately this is for our betterment, of course, but working through that is the tough part.

But Fabien is a natural. The boot test was interesting and a little surprising, but Fabien didn’t flinch and responded to it beautifully. You can hear the deep satisfaction in the words of Master Anthony. He clearly loves owning Fabien.

Right now I imagine Fabien is being used by Master Anthony’s Alpha Pack somewhere in France, and I hope it’s going well. I have no doubt I’ll be hearing a breathless update from my little French brother before long!

Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MASTER ANTHONY!