I only want to serve and send money to rich men middle income men doesnt interest me even if theyre hottest and smartest .is this normal?
Thank you for your question.
You didn’t use any punctuation, so your question is a little hard to understand. I think you meant it to read this way:
I only want to serve and send money to rich men. Middle income men doesnt interest me, even if theyre hottest and smartest. Is this normal?
I’m sure there is a subset of cashfags who have this fetish. It seems a little foolish to me, because wealthy Men would think it’s hilarious and ignore it. Maybe that’s what excites you, but I’m not sure I get it.
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🔵What does control mean to you in one sentence?
Giving up control is finding my freedom in giving up my power/autonomy.
🔵Is chastity part of your dynamic?
Yeah, chastity is an intermittent part of our dynamic, it’s more about ownership for my Dom. He chooses when I wear it, especially in public, since I can get out of it at home, we use it less there. Part of the expectations are that I am not to touch my dick. If broken I end up in chastity with my hands restrained until further notice.
🔵What rule do you never break in your dynamic?
The one rule we never break is that once an alloted amount of time is agreed upon, we stick to it. Dom adds rules during T.P.E, but I break those from time to time, because part of what I enjoy is being punished. 😅
🔵What’s the most important non-sexual part of your power exchange?
The most important non-sexual part of our power exchange is the emotional fulfillment and satisfaction it brings him and I. For example I know it brings him satisfaction that I sleep on the floor, collared to the frame, waiting on him. It brings me satisfaction that I’m safe, cared for, loved, and that my desired lifestyle is accepted and embraced.
🔵What’s one thing outsiders never understand about TPE?
Outsiders think it’s a 24/7 constantly sexual dynamic, with constant sessions and scenes, but that’s just not the reality of it. It’s the good days and bad days, and having a Dom that can easily read and adjust to you and vice versa.
🔵What happens when a rule is broken?
If it’s a rule that set during our dynamic, then I’m punished accordingly. If its the rule of stepping out of the dynamic, we don’t, if during our weekly “debrief” we need to take a break for whatever reason, we can but seldom does that ever happen.
🔵One word your partner would use to describe you.
The word he would use is : Spicy (both sexually and personality wise 😅)
🔵How long could you stay locked if your Dom decided today?
I could stay locked w/o a milking for at least a week. Dom and I haven’t come to the decision to do so yet, but we have been considering that I get a PA for long-term chastity so it’s inescapable.
🔵What makes you feel most owned , control, denial, rules, or rituals?
What makes me feel the most owned is the lack of control that I have, and that I surrendered it to him, part of that is the denial. He decides what restrictions are placed on me, what I can and can’t do with my body and with my time.
🔵What does obedience feel like emotionally, not sexually?
Obedience feels rewarding, and fulfilling. It’s acts of servitude/and being of service that can bring the most emotional fulfillment.
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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a young Mexican Alpha named Master Jose. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Ever since I had the revelation about Alpha hierarchy, the preponderance of the evidence has pointed to exactly how right I was about it. Adding the upper levels of Alpha hierarchy (God and Apex) has given so much flexibility to describe what happens between Alphas naturally.
Now, I’ve never insisted that my Alpha hierarchy diagram was perfect or that it was too rigid to be altered. I simply think it provides the framework for organizing it and shaping it. Thus far, I haven’t seen anything that comes closer to the real truth, though.
This is especially borne out by Master Lorenzo’s breeding of lesser Alphas like Master Jose. He followed the pattern predicted by my model, growing more powerful when being bred by a truly more powerful Alphas. We’ve also seen this between Master Chad and some of the lesser Alphas on Master Dino’s island.
However, there has been a recent development that has proven to be a bit of a “fly in the ointment” when it comes to my Alpha hierarchy: Master Lorenzo’s recent acquisition of Mario, a FTM transsexual who claims (in word and deed) to be Master Lorenzo’s equal.
Of course, I scoffed at such a notion. Master Lorenzo simply doesn’t have an equal among Men, let alone genetic females who are remaking themselves into male facsimiles.
Now Master Jose has written to me about Mario and Master Lorenzo’s view of the matter:
Hola Sam, this is José from Mexico. Master Lorenzo’s Alpha brother. I want to thank you for recently sharing that post about Alphas who submit to other Alphas. I am so tired of having my Alphahood questioned for weak fags. I really don’t care about what they think but some of them stop serving me when they find out what Lorenzo has done (and will do many times) with me. It sucks. Most fags cannot understand that I am an Alpha but Lorenzk is a GOD ALPHA among Men, he is incredible in everything he does.
I have even tried bottoming for another guy here in Mexico and you know what? I hate it, it felt wrong and pathetic. For Lorenzo, however, I will always ride his cock because that’s the right thing to do.
We talk almost every day and his next goal for 2026 is having Mario, Gio, Rafa, and I together. He wants to fuck me while I fuck Mario. And by the way, we had a conversation about places in hierarchy. Of course I am below him, but when I told him that Mario is below me, he said “not necessarily”. When I said that Men without a cock are not in the same level as me, he said that he breeds both of us so Mario and I are all the same for him.
I think these labels are details at the end of the day, but am I a transphobic for seeing Mario closer to Gio then to me in the hierarchy? I’d love to know your thoughts about it
Anyway, I just want to thank you for emphasizing the truth about hierarchy among Alphas, and tell the fags that I will keep fucking them and Lorenzo will keep breeding me. And there’s nothing they can do to change this.
You can see the conundrum Mario’s presence causes, right?
First of all, I do understand Master Lorenzo’s perspective. Master Lorenzo is a God Alpha, so everyone seems the same to him from his vantage point. After all, there could be two different types of ants on the ground, but from the view of a Men, they look exactly the same.
But unfortunately I tend to agree with Master Jose on this. Genetic females will never equal the power and authority of a Man, let alone an Alpha. I view Mario as being below Master Jose for that reason as well.
To me, Mario sounds like a bossy bottom, a mouthy, self-righteous fuck-hole who needs an adjustment.
Of course, I’ve been described like that, too. 😜 Here’s the difference, though: I know I’m not a Man, nor do I pretend to be. And I am also more than willing to be corrected. I don’t see the same understanding in Mario.
Most aspects of our lives in the West have been affected in ways large and small by the transgender issue. It’s caused massive destruction to American political debate, although that’s more a product of Trump’s perpetual outrage machine.
But hierarchy is everlasting. Its rules aren’t meant to be bent simply because genetic women can now be called male.
So, in my opinion, Master Lorenzo is a God Alpha, Master Jose is an Apex Alpha, and Mario is AT BEST a pre-Alpha.
Bi-Alpha Ethan here. I have no exceptional updates, but do want to draw your attention to a figure I think is a maximal Alpha: Jack Smith. He just underwent an 8 hour deposition. Now public. Supremely controlled, wise, poised—a killer. I’m a master in my sphere, but he humbles me. Not everyone will get why I say so.
More to say at a later date.
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Sir, you’re not going to believe this, but earlier today I started a post about Jack Smith Alpha courage through that deposition! Just now when I opened up my site editor I saw this question and was astounded! Thank you for that crucial insight, Sir! I completely agree with you!
Sadly, there are far too many so-called Alphas (many of whom are actually worshiped by faggots – how fucked-up is that??) who support Trump’s criminal regime. They don’t have the first clue about what makes a true Alpha or a real Man.
I think it’s pretty well established that Alexander the Great enjoyed sex with faggots like his best friend Hephaestion. The Netflix series “Alexander: Making Of A God” explores it in frank detail.
As you all know, I had to sign a contract agreeing to 7 days of being 100% slave to my boyfriend in exchange for my birthday gift: a trip to Spain next year.
One of the conditions of that contract was simple and very clear: 47 paddles.
When he got home, I thought I had done everything right. The fridge was spotless. The stove was cleaned. The bed sheets were washed and changed.
But I made one mistake. I forgot the kitchen.
That was all it took.
He dragged me into the room, cuffed my hands to the cage, locked shackles around my ankles, and then cuffed my balls directly to the cage bars so I couldn’t move an inch.
And then it started.
The paddling.
Did he stop at 47 like the contract said? Or did my mistake cost me more?
You’ll have to watch the video to find out.
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Yesterday was Halloween, and I couldn’t wait to finally get out and have some fun. Declan had told me earlier that we’d hit Church Street and check out the bars, so the moment I got home from work, I rushed to get ready.
He’d already laid my outfit out on the couch ,a tight orange prisoner costume. I was about to change into it, but he told me to slow down, finish my drink first, and chill while he “handled something on his phone.”
If you know Sir Declan, you know this, when he’s quiet and focused, it usually means he’s plotting something. And he never warns me.
A few minutes later, he said, “Babe, come to the room.” The lights were set up already on bright like he was about to film a scene.
I asked, “What’s with the setup? Aren’t we going out?” Before I could even process it, he made me kneel in front of the jail cage, cuffed my hands above my head, and locked them to the top bars.
He leaned down and said calmly, “Honestly, I’m not sure if I want you going out tonight.”
Then, knock knock. Someone was at the door.
Declan smiled, grabbed a carved pumpkin, and shoved it over my head. My world went dark except for a hole where my mouth was. I could barely hear or breathe through the thick shell, only muffled sounds.
I heard the front door open. Then metal clicking. Another pair of cuffs.
When Declan came back, he said, “A buddy’s here, he’s handcuffed to the wall in the living room. You’ve been a good boy lately, Zack. So tonight, I’m gonna use you while I cuck him.”
That’s when he shoved his cock down my throat through the mouth hole of the pumpkin. His hips slammed against the pumpkin’s rim as I gagged and drooled, completely blind and restrained.
When he came, his load sprayed inside the pumpkin, hitting my beard, my lips, and even my eye through the cutout. I was left there dripping, unable to wipe it off, while he went back to the other room.
About 30 minutes later, he returned, laughing when he saw my eye swollen and red. “You got cum-eye, bitch. Looks like pink eye now.”
He wrapped a chain around my waist, pad locked it, zip-tied my hands to it, and shoved me into the cage. The cell door closed with a click, and then I heard the distinct snap of a serial tag zip-lock, no escape. He uses ziptags when he leaves the house while I’m locked away, so that if any emergency happens, I can get away but he will know that the serial number ziptag was tampered with.
“You’re in for the night,” he said. “I’m heading out with the guy for Halloween.” He turned on the Blue Jays game, shut the bedroom door, and left.
When he came home around 2 a.m., I felt his lips press through the bars, kissing me before cutting the zip ties. Then he replaced the zip lock with a padlock on the door, smirked, and went to bed.
This morning, before leaving for work, he unlocked the padlock and said only: “Have dinner ready tonight. Clean the house. I left the guy’s underwear on the couch, full of cum. Guess who’s cum! Enjoy.”
So yeah, Halloween ended, Locktober ended, but my chastity didn’t.
It’s November 1st, and I’ve officially entered No Nut November. My next bail hearing for release is set for December 1st.
Hope your Halloween was wild, just maybe not as locked-up as mine. 🎃
Locktober Day 21 (October 21) Day 482 locked in chastity
It’s Hump Day… and I’m still locked, still obeying, still owned and controlled by Declan.
Last night, Declan and I decided to unwind a little, just the two of us, a few edibles, and Mamma Mia 2. Yeah, I know… but trust me, watching that while high was next level. The colours, the music, the warmth of his body beside me, everything felt amplified.
I was curled up next to him, wearing nothing but my collar and boxers. Declan was lounging back, one arm resting behind his head, the other idly tracing the outline of his cock through his shorts. His way of reminding me that even when we’re relaxed… he’s still in control.
Just after midnight, he suddenly said,
“Hand me your iPad.”
I didn’t even think twice. I passed it over, eyes still glued to the movie. About twenty minutes later, there’s a knock at the door. It startled me a little, it was late, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. Declan didn’t move, just smirked.
“Go get that.”
So I got up, bare chest, collared, messy hair, and opened the door. A delivery guy stood there holding a massive McDonald’s bag. He looked me up and down slowly and smiled.
“Here you go, sexy.”
I froze. My face went hot.
Before I could even respond, my iPad buzzed with a message:
“My number in case you ever want it 😉”
Then the order closed out.
I turned back to Declan, still standing in the doorway in nothing but my boxers, and asked,
“Did you order this?”
He nodded, grinning.
“Yeah. Go plate it for me.”
I carried everything to the kitchen, the smell of fries and burgers filling the air and started arranging the food on plates. Declan always eats like a king, and I love making it perfect for him.
When I brought it over, I instinctively sat down next to him to eat, but he shook his head slowly and tapped the floor.
“No, babe. On your knees. I want you cockwarming me while I eat.”
I felt that familiar rush of heat shoot through my body, half fear, half desire.
If you’ve never experienced it… cockwarming is when you hold your partner’s cock in your mouth or hole, completely still. No sucking, no movement, no pleasure for yourself. Just serving. Just being there, his.
I knelt in front of him, hands behind my back, opened my mouth, and he guided his soft cock between my lips. No motion, just stillness. His scent. The weight. The quiet control.
He ate in total silence while I knelt there, drooling around his cock, staying perfectly still. His cock would grow and shrink and I continuously gagged from the movements. The movie kept playing, music, laughter, colours dancing on the screen but all I could hear was his chewing, the occasional swallow, and my own heartbeat in my ears.
When he finished eating, he placed his plate aside and leaned back. His hand slid to the back of my head and his cock started to thicken, pulsing between my lips.
Without warning, he pushed deeper, down my throat. My reflexes kicked in and my hands moved forward, trying to balance.
“DID I SAY TO MOVE?!?”
I froze instantly. Hands went back behind my back, posture straightened, and I let him take full control.
He began to thrust deep, hard, slow strokes that made my eyes water. He watched the movie while using my throat, keeping that same calm expression, like I was just another part of his night. And then, with a low groan, he came hard, shot after shot flooding down my throat while I swallowed every drop.
When he finished, he let go of my head, leaned back, and said quietly:
“Go get me a drink. Then you may eat.”
I stood, wiped my mouth, brought him his drink, and only then did I grab my plate of cold fries and burger with no ketchup or anything on it.
That’s life as his. No complaints. Just service. Love my man. Love his cock. Wish I could use mine. 🍌💦
There’s something different about living as property. Not everyone will get it, most people wake up every day making choices. What to wear, what to eat, when to jerk off. Freedom feels like air to them.
But when you belong to someone, your air changes. You breathe what they allow. You move how they decide. You learn that obedience isn’t weakness, it’s purpose.
For most couples, “love” means equality. For us, it means surrender and control. It means one man gives up everything, and the other takes responsibility for that gift. It means knowing your collar doesn’t just decorate you, it defines you.
You stop comparing yourself to “normal” people, because normal doesn’t feel real anymore. You start measuring your days not by time, but by service. By how well you obeyed. By how proud your owner looked when you said, “Yes, sir.”
It’s not about pain. It’s about peace, the kind that comes when you no longer have to think about who you are. You just are what he wants you to be.
Zack
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The following post is part of a thread following the life and teachings of a 30-year-old God Alpha named Master Maurice as he takes ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Since my return I’ve been blessed with some truly extraordinary stories that really touched me and inspired me, but none have had quite the emotional impact of the story of Master Maurice and his ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard.
As a God Alpha, Master Maurice can have anyone and anything he chooses. Yet he chose to own a disabled faggot. Let’s be honest: most Alphas would’ve said “no” to Édouard simply because of the degree of difficulty involved in owning him.
But Master Maurice is not like “most Alphas”. He’s a superlative of a superlative, a kind of real-life superhero who sees the lowly and afflicted and uses his great power and wisdom to effect positive change. Suffice it to say that I wish we had 10,000 more just like him!
I’m always so grateful when I hear back from this greatest of Kings, because he teaches by example and through his impactful words. He targets his messages, rather than simply using his voice to brag about his power and accomplishments.
He was inspired to write again from a recent post about Alpha scent, and from that comes another lesson:
Hey fag Sam, This Master Maurice, remember me? I haven’t shared my experiences with my fag for a while, but I came to your page to see what was going on and just saw this sexy post about Alpha scent. My fag is literally what you described. When he is upset, I literally shove his face on my sweaty balls and it’s a kind of magic for the fag. He literally changes his mood in 5 minutes on my balls or armpits. I wonder what the biological process is his fag brain for such a change of mood to happen so quickly.
I am also training him to ride my cock now. I usually fuck him missionary because, as you know, he can’t move his legs, missionary is usually the easier way to have full access to his hole while he hugs me, but I really like when fags ride my cock, so I decided to train him. At first he was not very confident because he doesn’t feel anything from his hips down, so he can’t use his knees to ride it. But I held his skinny body in my arms, reassuring that everything was okay, then I told him to open his hands on my chest and instead of using his legs, use his hands to go up and down.
His pussy is quite used to my cock, I literally molded his hole pounding him hard, so it wasn’t hard to go balls deep inside of him, but he didn’t want to move, he stayed still just feeling my hard cock in his ass. I wanted him to do sort of a push-up on my chest to move up and down, but he wasn’t even trying.
You know, I am very patient and I love my boy, I take care of him everyday in my life. But it’s not very smart to disobey a Man when his hard cock is shoved deep in your ass. I wasn’t fully rational, so I just said “come here, boy”, held his hips on both sides with my hands and pounded him to make sure that he would never forget who is the man and who is the faggot in my house. But I know very well how to be firm without hurting a fag, he never told me stop while I was banging his pussy. He just kept moaning and repeating “oh baby, it’s so deep, omg, it’s so deep”, I was literally teaching him how to serve my cock in cowgirl style without making him move a muscle, I was doing all the work, he was just a sextoy getting fucked on top of me. I was using all my strength to make him ride me, sliding his body up and down like a fleshjack.
Then I gave him a break, we were both sweaty, he was already out of breath. I hugged him, putting him on my chest, his head next to mine on my shoulder, without taking my cock from his hole, then I whispered in his ear “I love you boy, but when I tell you to do something in this bed, you do it” I didn’t want to be too hard on my fag, but I had asked him to serve me and he let his fear speak louder than his obedience. He just said sorry, still grasping for air, then I added “this is my house, my bed, and you are my faggot, now go back to what I told you to do” and it worked like magic. He put his both hands on my chest and started fucking himself using his arms to go up and down. I said “good boy” while he was moaning and stretching his pussy, I came after a few minutes and pumped a thick load in his ass.
He apologized again when I was giving him aftercare, but I told him that it was okay, kissed him tenderly and called him a good boy again. Then he fell asleep with my cum in his ass and his face on my armpit.
You may not remember, but I’m still fucking that nurse I hired. Another good boy with soft lips and a great nurse. My goal is moving him in as well, so I’d have two perfect fags and a full-time nurse to look after my boy.
I love that Master Maurice doesn’t allow sentimentality cloud his judgement or his training of his faggots. His expectations and commands still stand regardless of any physical limitations.
Why is this good? Because Master Maurice is pushing Édouard to become stronger and more resilient, not to give up when something is difficult!
Imagine Édouard’s pride after Master Maurice pushed him to actually do this difficult sexual position and then please Master so much he pumped a precious load into him! The next time there is some difficult task to please Master, what do you think Édouard’s attitude will be regarding that task?
That’s the beauty of TRAINING your faggots!
At Hebrews 12:11 The Bible states the following:
“True, no discipline seems for the present to be joyous, but it is painful; yet afterward, it yields the peaceable fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.”
God Alphas like Master Maurice see the end result of discipline and training: a better, more confident faggot!
He also sees an endgame with this nurse faggot he’s been breeding, biding his time until he can move that nurse fag into his home to complete part of his growing Kingdom.
It’s God Alphas like Master Maurice who keep me smiling in confidence. He’s the living embodiment of everything this site teaches and is meant to amplify.
And I’m the proudest faggot to be trusted by this most incredible Alpha to share his inspirational story with you!
(Story written by a tourist visiting Toronto: @precioushimbo)
I’d been in Toronto for a few days, soaking in the city’s vibe but there was one thing I couldn’t get out of my mind. A fantasy I never thought would actually happen! I took a shot and reached out to one of the most well-known chastity subs and TPE relationships around — Zack & Declan!
I’ve fantasized about this since I got X. Zack is on X and his owner is on 🦋 with the same profile handle: @jktoronto11 (If you don’t follow them, then do it!)
I had to message Declan for final approval, I Flirted, teased, maybe begged a little… and to my surprise, he replied.
We chatted. Fast. Filthy.
An hour or so later, Zack actually showed up at my Airbnb by Declan’s orders. I was shocked!
And yes – he was locked tight 🔒
Fckk, the second I saw him, all I wanted was to bend him over and claim that ass. But I was locked too. Two caged boys, desperate and denied—what could we even do? Still, I tried to play alpha, tested my dominance on him… but he laughed. Turns out being owned in a full-on, no-limits Total Power Exchange made my little power plays seem like child’s games. He didn’t belong to me, I didn’t belong to him our bodies and desires were already owned by others.
And boy, that made it hotter.
The more we talked, the more I felt myself slipping. I was now in the same room asking questions about his life. My head spinning, cock aching, precum dripping constantly. I wanted to be his, even if he was the sub. I craved his control. It didn’t make sense—but I needed it.
Before I knew it, I was cuffed to a chair. Helpless. Horny. Hooked.
We kept talking, teasing, testing limits while I squirmed in my restraints. I felt exposed, vulnerable—and then there was a knock at the door.
My heart stopped. I wasn’t expecting anyone.
My hands were cuffed behind the chair, ankles bound, and a hood over my head left me blind to the world. Vulnerable. Exposed. The tension in the room was thick, and then a knock on the door.
Zack paused. “You expecting someone?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No.”
He checked the peephole and opened the door. I couldn’t see, but I could feel the shift in the air immediately. A new presence entered.
Then a voice: smooth, amused. “Well, well… look at you, babe, playing boss with the tourist. He looks good.”
My heart jumped. I knew that voice wasn’t just anyone. That had to be him—Zack’s Dom. I was stunned. What were the odds? How did I end up in this position?
There was kissing. Intimate. Intense. I could hear everything. Then, the hood was lifted.
And there he was. Declan.
He looked down at me with a calm authority that made me sit a little straighter, despite the cuffs. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t dare.
“Untie him,” he told Zack.
No argument. No hesitation. I was free.
“Hand me the cuffs,” Declan said next. “Both of you—stand in front of each other. Hands on your heads.”
We obeyed. Still silent, still charged with energy.
With skilled hands, Declan clipped a single cuff that locked us together in a very intimate way. He tucked the key into his pocket and said casually, “I’m heading out for lunch—and I need to stop at the store. Talk. Connect. You’re not going anywhere.”
Then he left.
We waited. We talked. We laughed a bit at the absurdity of it all, but underneath that was something real—a spark. We ended up lying on the bed, close, lips brushing. Not fully free, but not trapped either. Just… connected.
Two hours passed before another knock broke the stillness. It was Declan, back.
“Living room,” he ordered. We followed—awkwardly, given our joined state.
“Zack, on your knees.”
As he dropped, I had to drop too, still bound to him.
“Show your friend what devotion looks like.”
As he said that, Zack pulled his cock from his jeans and started to suck. I was then told to place my hands behind my back and watch and not say a word. He sucked him for about 10 minutes and then the moaning started and Zack started to swallow.
Declan turned to me next. “Your turn. Show your respect., clean my cock!”
I did.
When it was over, he tossed the key between us.
“Unlock yourselves. We’re heading out. Nice to meet you, boy. Enjoy Toronto. Zack may keep in touch—I’ll allow it.”
And then they left. I remained on my knees for a moment, breathless, overwhelmed. Alone, but changed.
The End.
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This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Next month will mark my tenth anniversary teaching Hierarchy online. It all started with fagsworshipstraights.tumblr.com, morphed into fagsworshipalphas.com, and now it has reached its final incarnation as hierarchyuniversity.com.
During those ten years, I’ve encountered virtually every type of Alpha and faggot imaginable. I’ve heard (and been a part of) some wild true stories. My efforts have directly led to at least five marriages (that I’m aware of). Most of all, I’ve been blessed to meet many courageous faggots and powerful Alphas, some of whom have changed me as much as I’ve changed them.
But nobody I’ve met here has affected me like Jamie Dischiavi, the fag-wife of God Alpha Dino.
Jamie first wrote to me in 2020. That first message from Jamie (and the subsequent post I wrote) I recently restored to this site (you can read that by CLICKING HERE). The wild story Jamie told me about how he first met God Dino, a straight Alpha shrouded with a violent malevolence who was fresh out of prison, seemed almost impossible to be true. But as I investigated it further, I discovered that Jamie was not just telling me the truth, but he was setting me up to learn even crazier things about God Dino and the family of Alphas and faggots he was assembling in his mountain fortress.
What followed from there was an almost-daily torrent of stories about God Dino, his incomparably-powerful God Alpha son Master Chad, his twin sons Master Dean and Jimmy the faggot, and an ever-expanding roster of faggots, more Alphas, and Master Chad’s army of sons he’d fathered. I faithfully clung to Jamie’s example of submitting entirely to service this great hierarchical family.
Like any true, service-oriented faggot, Jamie slowly stepped back from communicating with me about the family, preferring that I communicate with the God Alphas directly. But every once in a while Jamie would sneak some free time and peel off a letter to me to update me on developments.
But these private letters were also missives of joy and fulfillment. Jamie LOVED serving Alphas to a degree that was obsessive. Jamie gladly savored every fluid, every nail clipping, and every bit of grime and gunk a Man can produce … and begged for more. Even when God Dino and his Alpha sons became violently passionate, Jamie absorbed the blows with deep gratitude.
Jamie brought me along for new discoveries. For instance, when God Dino decided to let his God Alpha sons Master Chad and Master Dean use Jamie for the first time (when they were teenagers), Jamie shared every intimate detail and thought with me. When God Dino proposed to Jamie and they married, Jamie shared the love and joy with me.
Through the darkness and the light of the last five years I’ve known Jamie and the Family, Jamie showed me the riches at the end of the rainbow that can only be accessed by digging into the dirt with bleeding hands and an open heart. Whatever I thought I knew about being a faggot dimmed into transparency in the pure, radiant light of Jamie’s love of service.
Sometime in 2022 Jamie became ill, and it turned out to be cancer. God Dino spared no expense to save Jamie’s life, even hiring a full-time nurse and medical staff in-house. And it seemed to work for a while. God Dino and Jamie took several months-long vacations to exotic places around the world, making memories and cementing their bond even more. I thought Jamie might be one of the fortunate ones.
But Jamie’s cancer returned with a vengeance last year, and he quickly deteriorated. So God Dino took Jamie, his sons, and several faggots to a faraway island retreat where they remained for the last few months. The Family huddled together, had orgies together, and shared the most intimate expressions of love and appreciation while they could. Through it all, Jamie continued to serve even when there was no strength left to do so.
But now that service has come to an end. My precious Jamie – my teacher, my exemplar, my brother, and my friend – died in the loving arms of God Dino and surrounded by the Family on a paradisaical island.
There has never been a faggot like Jamie, nor will there ever be again. Faggots like Jamie are the reason why I rail against Alphas who call faggots “worthless”. A faggot like Jamie changed so many lives, inspired the passions and power of our world’s greatest Men, and provided a peerless record of submission and service that will stand forever. That is not “worthless” … it’s WORTHY of praise and emulation. Jamie literally and completely spent a life in service to Alphas, and found a fulfillment that most people cannot comprehend, let alone know.
Jamie’s life shone bright like a massive star, but like all stars, Jamie’s now gone supernova. The light of that life might be gone, but its colorful remnants will echo in the cosmos forever.
Thank you for sharing your light with me, my dear brother.
Love Always,
sam the faggot
Once Jamie died, Master Dean sent Jamie’s final letter to me. This was unexpected, but now something I will always cherish. Here it is:
my dearest brother sam,
Since you are reading this my fate has been sealed. Please brother, no sadness. i had everything a properly humble, lowly faggot could dream of. my Boys, my Grandsons, my rainbow, my flowers, and my amazing Master/Husband/ Owner/Lover/Stud/God, S.D. Dischiavi. i was nothing until Creator God blessed me by allowing me this charmed life with Daddy. i am beyond lucky, even in death i have His Name, His ring, and His possession of me is the triumph of my little existence. If He honors my request, i shall also have His seed inside me. NOTHING COULD EVER MAKE me MORE CONTENT! my life has been honoring Alpha Men. In turn, They have blessed me ninety trillion ways and times. No faggot deserves all the blessings i received DAILY. my presence as a human being and proud faggot would’ve proven infinitesimal had my beloved Master not claimed me.
Some faggots and maybe some Alphas will attempt to make Me sound like super faggot but i only did my duty. i worshipped, honored, loved, and obeyed my Master as any faggot must do. The thing i am most proud of is i had the courage to approach Daddy. sam, you KNOW how much i love Him. The hardest part of all this is i must leave the God who owns me and move into frightening territory without His guidance, protection, and cum. Whatever happens now, i face it as my Daddy’s happy whore. If am punished for that, so be it. It is worth the tortures of hell to belong to Daddy. you know we didn’t have a perfect life, just a Hierarchically perfect one. i know I pleased my Master and that is my lasting legacy.
i won’t go on much longer but I do want to say personally to you brother, THANK YOU! you made this faggot know there were others like she. i no longer felt i was living in a vacuum but other faggots were out there, just as hungry as i. There were other Real MEN out there needing and commanding worship from faggots when They realized no female would want, care about or could withstand Alpha desires. Please sam, never forsake the unspoken faggot dream. Keep you website and your instruction of fagotry moving forward. Shout from every avenue that faggots need Alpha Men as they need oxygen, food, domination, and Alpha semen. Please keep praising Men for They are our total existence. i know your work keeps you from total faggot fulfillment because you must remain unowned. Such a sacrifice would be unbearable if not for the fact that you enrich faggot souls and guide young and new faggot minds. It is one of the most honorable positions a faggot may hold. i admire you. i love you, my brother.
Please assist pinkfaggot with maneuvering the darker corridors of Daddy’s hyper-intelligent mind if she asks. my precious bunny–lead her, love her. she will need you now. I have tried to impress upon her how she needs strength now, to serve. i warned her not to shirk her duties to the Gods for it is for Them that we exist, They are our focus. Do not allow sadness for me to interfere with our faggot purpose. NOTHING is more important that They and Their wishes. c.c. and my sweet baby faggots, my GrandSons, I will miss them all.
As for my Men, i know Dean loves you as does Chad, although He’s too Masculine to say it. If you are ever alone with Chad you will see just how beautifully He enriches a faggot’s life and understand why females and faggots alike would cut off an arm to belong to Him. Dean’s intelligence, Masculine warmth, and sexual prowess make Him one of God’s two blessings given this earth.Treat both with the devotion and respect They are entitled to have. i know you love and worship Them as i do.
Now, the hardest thing i have ever done is leave My Daddy. sam you know He is my reason for existence. i am sure the Men who have used me for pleasure numbers in the hundreds, maybe more. Serving Daddy’s friends was a duty and pleasure, for it pleased Daddy. Of those many Men, not one could make me feel love and terror like Daddy. No Man was capable of being a better deity and sexual stallion. He is the only Man who EVER made me orgasm by simply LOOKING at me! Oh the things my Daddy can do for a faggot’s ecstacy! i will miss Him with my entire being and whatever lies in store for me, wherever i go, every being there will know there has never been a GREATER MANGOD, nor one with more power or love than Daddy. He has loved, fucked, provided, protected, raped, fed, abused, entertained, and made love to me better than I imagined possible and more than i ever deserved. Proudly i state His love, sweat, spit, rage, cum, piss, snot, blood, tears, earwax, and blackheads have been placed inside me on numerous occasions. HE makes me special. If any praise is given my name, make sure ALL are aware that praise is only because Daddy made me worthwhile, any gift i have shared with humanity is because of my God’s love and benevolence. i was nothing until God the Father lowered His standards and took Me for His “hole to cum in”. The first time He said those words i blossomed into my true self. (and i drenched my panties! Hehe) As i have said many times, nothing makes me happier or more complete than being His hole to cum in. What an honor, what a THRILL! Please sam, if Daddy needs you, be there. i know my Master is more than capable of continuing in my absence but He has had so much on His mind and shoulders. i feel as if i am deserting Him when He so needs my love and body. That’s the worst thing of all the negativity surrounding my departure, Daddy will miss me. He does not deserve yet another heartbreaking occurrence. He has been very convincing in His positivity but i know my husband and His mighty heart is in torment. He has been my rock and my sustenance. He is my joy, my life. His breath saved my life once when i stopped breathing. i promised i would wait for Him wherever death takes me. i will belong to Him for infinity.
So thank you sam for your friendship, love, support, and belief in Alphahood. you are a queen among faggots, a lofty position well-deserved by you my sweet brother. i believe we will meet again somewhere, no matter where that is. And i know wherever that place is, my Daddy will find me and claim me all over again. I cling to that occurrence.
It’s been a couple of days since we arrived at the cottage.
I had settled into a routine, one that revolved around taking care of the men.
The men:
My boyfriend: Declan & his buddy: Rick
My daily routine included:
Waking up earlier than them and doing Rick’s morning chores, which included: Watering the grass, flowers, and plants, setting up the beach chairs, gathering fresh towels and cleaning the outdoor shower, preparing the coffee, picking up the beer cans and bottles around the firepit
Declan usually slept in, but Rick was up early, sitting quietly on the deck. When I saw him, I’d bring him his coffee and sit with him briefly before getting back to my chores. He’d sip his coffee, smoke his cigarettes, and watch me.
On the second morning, Rick said, “Declan is a lucky guy to have such an obedient boyfriend. You should be proud of yourself.”
I blushed. I was proud of myself.
Once Declan woke up, he’d join Rick on the deck. I made sure his coffee was ready and kept both their mugs topped up.
One of my additional tasks was applying suntanning oil to both of them. It was always a struggle doing Rick—his toned body made my chastity cage strain uncomfortably.
That day, Rick gave me a few extra tasks:
Carrying firewood to the pit, setting up a cooler full of beer and ice by the beach and laying out towels for tanning
I laid out three towels, but later noticed one had been removed and folded away. I guess that meant I wasn’t tanning with them today.
By 2 PM, the men were well into their drinks. I was allowed to join in and had a couple beers myself. While watering the grass, I saw them both approach. Declan kissed me gently—and while I was distracted, Rick grabbed my arm from behind.
Before I knew what was happening, they had me on the ground. I was lying on my stomach, confused, as they handcuffed my wrists behind my back.
Me: “What’s going on, guys? You know I’d comply willingly.”
Declan: “Be quiet, Zack.”
They lifted me to my feet and escorted me to a bushy area near the trees. One cuff was released only to reattach my arms—this time around the trunk of a tree. I was now kneeling, helpless, my hands secured around the bark.
Declan walked away. Rick crouched in front of me, looked me in the eye, then spat on my face.
Rick: “Your boyfriend and I want to enjoy some drinks and a book by the lake. If we hear a peep from you, I’ll stuff one of my dirty socks in your mouth and duct tape it shut.
Just relax. Enjoy nature. We’ll be watching from the lake.”
It was the first time Rick had ever asserted such dominance. I was stunned. Humiliated. And I couldn’t do a thing—just kneel there, his spit drying on my face.
What I didn’t know was that Declan had logged into my X account and posted:
“At a buddy’s cottage. Who wants me to cuff Zack, drag him into the woods, tie him fully naked to a tree and piss all over him while we drink in the sun? Maybe Rick adds his too. 😈
Hit up my throne if you want to make it happen. Just added: Cottage Soaking While Stored.”
@keyofkink—someone I regularly chat with—saw it. And apparently, he helped make Declan’s “wish” come true. (He requested I stay clothed)
An hour passed before Declan returned. He kissed me and said he loved me. Then he unzipped his shorts, pulled out his cock, and let loose.
He pissed all over me—face, shirt, shorts—everything soaked in his golden spray. Then, without a word, he walked away.
Thirty minutes later, still drenched and stinking of piss, Rick strolled over.
Me: “Any chance I could get something to drink? It’s hot. Maybe a water? Or beer?”
Rick smirked, then without a word, pulled out his cock.
It was thick, uncut, and glistening with pre-cum. He must have seen my jaw drop, because he laughed.
Rick: “Sure. Open up, urinal.”
I knew I wasn’t getting water. I opened my mouth. His sun-warmed cock slid in, and he held my head.
Rick: “Drink up.”
He pissed. I swallowed. As much as I could. Some of it spilled out, but I didn’t resist. He eventually stepped back and walked away.
And I stayed there, tied up, watching them lounge by the lake—laughing, drinking, being men.
This went on for hours. Occasionally, one would come piss on me again, or in me. At one point Rick came by and said:
Rick: “Declan’s napping. I told him I’d take care of you. Open up.”
I expected more piss. But once his cock slid into my mouth, it got hard—and stayed hard.
He didn’t say much. He just started thrusting. Slowly at first, then more forcefully.
He used my throat like a toy. I gagged at first, but eventually my body adjusted. He fucked my face for about twenty minutes, until he came hard down my throat.
He pulled out and looked at me.
Rick: “Here’s a towel. I’m removing the cuffs. Strip—get naked.”
I obeyed. Standing naked in front of him, he looked down and burst out laughing.
Rick: “What the fuck is that? Declan never told me your cock’s locked.”
Me: “He didn’t do it for this trip. I’ve been locked for over 330 days. I haven’t seen or touched my cock in almost a year.”
He cuffed my hands in front and pointed to the shower.
Rick: “Go clean up. You’re barbecuing after.”
As I turned to leave, towel in hand, he called after me:
Rick: “Excuse me?! Aren’t you going to thank me for my load?”
I turned, dropped to my knees, kissed his feet.
Me: “Thank you. Your seed was amazing—it’ll give me energy to serve you both later.”
Rick: “That’s hot. Okay—go.”
True story… the end
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