The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
It’s sometimes a bit terrifying to hear some of Master Jase’s stories of utter faggot destruction. It’s like watching a spooky documentary about Bigfoot, and you’re suddenly mortified by the idea of actual monsters roaming the earth.
Well, Master Jase is proof that there are, indeed, monsters walking among us. More like STALKING among us.
His latest true account is no less spinetingling:
It’s our Alpha nature to own, control and dominate in any situation. It’s your fag nature to submit, obey, and worship my Alpha power and stength. Be it conscious or unconscious.
Perfect example today. I power-fucked and cunted a hunked up fag for near over 5 constant hours yesterday evening. By the end he was nothing more than a weakly convulsing muscle ragdoll, wasted and delirious from the number of assgasms his cunt received. My house slut washed and carried the fag into a spare bed, before returning to worship and service my body and take my cock throughout the night.
At this point I made the observation that his house faggot is almost like a triage nurse there to care for the fag bodies broken and bruised by Master Jase’s animal lust.
Sometimes I sleep with him, spooning against him with my cock tucked up against his ass for easy access. Woke up this morning to my house slut sliding his cunt up and down my cock, cunting himself deep. Rolled and pinned him back down and flooded his used cunt with my morning load. I left him there in bed to recover, after having his dazed mouth clean my cock.
First thing I see in the corridor was yesterday’s hunk fag kneeling outside. Upon seeing me, the fag tried to stand but instantly collapsed, because his legs were still completely fucked out. He crawls towards me, moaning at the sight of me towering over him, and presses his head and mouth under my hard cock while his arms and hands gripe and worship my strong legs.
It was no question that the muscled fag was still cock drunk. His eyes were still dilated, his face was one of incoherent bliss, and he was barely able to talk. Yet the fag’s first instincts were to serve and pleasure me. Even when he couldn’t walk, his natural place was at my feet, worshipping and grovelling.
I dragged him to the sofa and allowed him to worship my body and cock. The fag made such satisfied moans as he touched my legs, sniffed and suckled on my balls, kissed and licked my abs and pecs, and sucked and nursed on my cock tip. I would pet and stroke his head and he would moan back in response. I pulled him back and asked him what he says, and his hoarse, barely coherent voice replies, “Thank you, sir.”
I decided to reward such good service by lifting up his hunky, wasted body, and bounce him up and down my cock. Completely at my mercy, his muscles just a grip hold for me to power him up and down. Had him swinging like a toy, moaning higher and higher, and having yet more assgasms on my cock. The fag’s cunt was still raw, pulpy and destroyed from last night but that didn’t stop me from slamming him up and down hard.
Pounded a massive load into him, his cunt lips were so battered it couldn’t contain my seed and much of it leaked out while I hammered my orgasm into him. Pulled him off and forced his gaping, drooling mouth back onto my cock for cleaning, and left him to my house slut, who at that point had come back to and was waiting to the side for my orders.
I can never get tired of seeing my seed seep out between an open pair of swollen cunt lips.
If you ever had a doubt about the reality of hierarchy being the truth, the life and conquests of Master Jase will dispel them immediately. He’s living proof of its truth.
He’s also living proof of what true Alphas need and expect from the inferiors in their lives. Sure, not every Alpha is as blunt an instrument as he is, but they all require the same worship and service.
And in return, Alphas like Master Jase reward these obedient faggots with training and experiences that will shape the rest of their lives.
So yes, the world has monsters in it. Necessary monsters!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’m often shocked by how disrespectful some faggots are with their Masters. I remember being particularly incensed with Chin when he would repeatedly disrespect and disobey Master Jin (especially considering the life Master Jin provided for him). It simply makes no sense. If an ALPHA chooses a faggot to be his personal property, that faggot should be endlessly grateful, not self-righteous.
That deep respect we faggots should have for Alphas also extends to an Alpha’s Pack as well. Typically an Alpha Pack is made up of an Alpha’s close Alpha friends, but it can also be simply those close to an Alpha. An Alpha considers these people to be an extension of himself, so a faggot should do the same.
Like I said, I find it hard to imagine any faggot showing disrespect to an Alpha, but I really find it hard to understand a faggot showing Master Jase such disrespect. Seriously? He regularly (like, daily?) destroys males twice his size. He has unparalleled aggression and gym-honed strength. Even if a faggot could match his physical strength, it lacks the internal components Master Jase was born with that makes him one of the most fearsome predators on Earth.
You’d have a better chance of survival while disrespecting a bull … or a T-Rex.
Nevertheless, some fags have a death wish, and Master Jase has provided us with a great example. Listen to his account:
I think you’d be interested in this past weekend’s punishment-training of a fag who doesn’t know his place. I mentioned a few days ago that I had a roided up fag choking on my cock as I messaged you. While his weekend-long punishment may have ended, breaking his will and his submission is only starting. His name for now is mutt. You know I attach importance to titles. Sluts are above fags, fags are above mutts.
To keep a long story short, the now roided fag disrespected not only one of my social circle friends, but also chose to insult me. I had a night out with my social circle, and he confronted one of my social circle friends in such an arrogant, demeaning, cocky and entitled way that he had all my instincts pulsing to be released.
I had him grabbed by his collar and pinning him against a wall, ordering him to apologise. He does so, but then sealed his fate by demanding I let him go, referring to me as “this kung fu chink”.
You can imagine how it ended for him. I had his face slammed into the carpet and pinned, grinding it with a barely leashed alpha fury. I easily dragged him down to a car where one of my friends, who has served me before, drove me home. I had him, a man twice my size ripped with my muscle, meekly kneeling on the back-seat while I had a hand fisted in his hair the whole time.
I told him to cancel all his plans. I took his phone and slapped and punched his face around for good measure. As we got closer to my place, I told the fag that I was going to teach it good manners and behaviours, and I was going to beat it into him. “You’re about to learn your place as dirt barely worthy to touch my feet.”
He learnt swiftly that despite the size difference, I outpowered him. I choked and punched him til he almost lost breath. I kicked him as he weakly rolled underneath me. I pressed his head down into the floor with my foot as I tore his expensive clothes off. I punched him more. I took pleasure in inflicting hard, brutal, alpha violence on his hard, muscled body.
The thrill of manhandling and subdueing a strong built man into a overpowered muscle fag never gets old. Nothing gets my blood pumping and my cock harder than physically dominating a larger hunk. Nothing says owned and conquered like the now naked fag weakly crawling on the ground towards my feet, beaten and red, and I’m standing over him, dressed to impress, my muscles pumped from overpowering him.
I let my in-house slut watch as both entertainment and reward. He knelt nearby, captivated by my every move, and I knew he was hungry and waiting to serve and obey my next command for him. But I was far from done with the pathetic mutt.
I planted my boots against his face and made him kiss and lick them. I freed my giant straining cock from my pants, and let it bounce out and loom over the mutt like a battering ram. I could barely see the pathetic fag worshipping my boots under my massively pumped and thick cock.
My pre pooled on the back of his head, but when he tried to look up, I stamped on his head, pinning it to the ground. He obediently went back to worshiping my boots. When I finally gave him permission to look up…well. Fag, you of all people will no doubt have understood the absolute look of awe, fear, terror and wonder washed over his face upon seeing my monster cock looming over him.
I let my cock sway over the fag’s face for some time, before commanding him to tell me what he sees. “It’s so fucking big. You have such glorious balls and dick,” the fag began babbled, and I could hear him instinctively sniff in my scent. I could see his eyes transfixed on the slight flexing of my cock above him.
I gripped him again by his hair and slapped my cock across his face, letting him feel its immense weight and heat. I told him that my god cock will break him. I will use him. I will own him. “But you’re worthless right now, FAG. You need to earn the right to beg to serve me and my cock.”
I kicked him away, and he still was spellbound to my cock swinging out of my pants as he collapsed. I beckoned to my in-house slut and told him to make me comfortable. Being the good trained slut bitch he was, he began to undress and worship me at the same time.
The fag stayed on the ground and watched as my slut slowly pulled my boots and pants off, kissed my feet and snuggled against my legs. He continually thanked me as he made love to my pumped and strong muscles as he got my shirt off and kissed my pecs. Not once did he touch my cock or balls. He knew he didn’t get permission, so he worshipped everything else he could, including my pits. He put on a good show for the mutt.
Now naked, I made the mutt crawl towards me and sniff and lick my bare feet. Gripped him by the hair and made him look and smell at my cock. The fag made a mistake of trying to lick my cock from the overwhelming musk coming from it. I threw him down and punished his face and body, and told him to do it again. One more mistake and I would throw him out.
I held him under my cock for a long time until his face was smeared and dripping in my pre, and his eyes were completely dilated and dazed. I let go of him and the mutt collapsed to the ground, breathless and barely conscious. So fucking pathetic.
I pulled him back up and crushed his face under my huge cock. Made him stroke my cock with both of his hands. Made him cup and grope my balls. Made him sniff the overpowering scent of my manhood. Had him slowly go to kissing, and then made him hold his tongue out as I dragged my cock up and down, letting him taste my full length.
Finally I stuck my cockhead in his mouth. Told him to open wider, and bent his head back as I let the immense weight of my giant cock push its way in the fag’s mouth. I watched as his lips got taut, and his eyes began to tear up, and his jaws to widen even more. The faggot mutt could barely take in just my cockhead. Yet like all fags when they taste an alpha’s cock, he was instinctively adjusting to take more. His tongue was working, his throat was clenching, and I kept pushing.
By the end of the first couple hours, he had taken an additional couple inches of my cock and I felt my cockhead press against the back of his throat. More than half my cock was still outside his mouth. I made him stroke the remaining of my cock. Told him to taste. Told him to swallow my pre. I would pull out and slap his face around with both my hand and cock while he gasped for air before I pushed my cock back into his mouth. Force him until he was almost breathless before repeating it all again.
I hadn’t cum at all. You can imagine how throbbingly angry my cock was. My in-house slut had waited all this time, obedient and ready. I told the mutt to lower his head, all the way until his head touched the ground, and made him stay that way while I picked up my slut, slipped out his butt-plug and I pumped my cock into his ready muscled cunt. I made sure to fuck him loud and hard, so the mutt could hear every thrust and every slap. My slut cried and moaned and thanked me as I fucked him all over the room while the mutt remained kneeling and head to the ground. My slut had five assgasms in the one and a half hours I power-fucked him for.
I made the mutt look up as I got closer to breeding my slut. The fag watched as I suspended my slut above him and slammed him up and down my massive cock. I told him to watch what he craved, but needed to earn. I bred my slut so deep and so full that he was overfilling; I felt my cum spurting out his tight abused cunt ring around my cock and freely running down my thighs.
I pulled out my cock and the mutt moaned so loudly at the sight. I didn’t care, I flipped my slut so I could slide my cock in and out of his open mouth to clean it off cum and pre. Put him down and advanced on the mutt still kneeling. “Look at my cock,” I told the mutt. “You don’t deserve to clean it. You don’t deserve to receive my seed.” I walked and shoved my cockhead into the mutt’s head, making him choke. “You only deserve to taste it.”
This repeated throughout that night and the next day. I would command the mutt constantly. I would wrestle him, pin him, beat his body, then make him worship my pumped muscles. I left for a workout and commanded my in-house slut to wash the mutt. I came home to a clean and kneeling fag, and I shoved his face into my sweaty crotch to lick and sniff. I would tell him to glove up and fight in my home-gym ring, and when he inevitably lost to my overwhelming strength, I would use his body as a living heavy bag and between rounds, drill his mouth wide open.
I gave my in-house slut permission to use the mutt as well. My slut is a pre-alpha in training, so on occasion, I allow him to use what he’s learnt from me. While I pounded another fag in my room, I could hear him instructing the mutt on how to suck his cock. He would report back while worshiping my body and cock about the mutt’s progress. My slut has gotten very good at using his own dominance against inferior fags, using many of my techniques that I have used on him.
On Sunday morning, I painted the mutt’s face with pre, streaking his hair and cheeks in it, and made it tell me if it remembers what it did wrong on Friday. He began crying and pleading, saying he was so sorry for his rudeness, that knew his place now. “Please let me be your fag,” he begged hoarsely. His throat must have been so sore and rough, but he still begged. I pushed my cock against his lips, asked him to show me how much he wanted to be owned. He worshiped my cock and balls like his last meal.
As a final reward, I gripped his head and skull-fucked him for the first time. Letting him feel the same power in my thrusting cock as my punches. All the time, I told him that he will always be nothing but a fag to serve my needs. That he would serve me, but be broken and used how I wanted him to. He could still barely take half my cock in his mouth and throat. He gagged and flailed and cried and drooled, but he had never looked better.
I pulled out and just looked down at him as he heaved and panted. His built body red from days of hard punishment, his lips swollen and some splits, his eyes puffed, his chin soaked in spit and pre and his eyes disfocused. His face was utterly ruined. I turned away and told my slut to take him home, but told the faggot mutt that I would train his cunt the next time.
The dirty-talk was ongoing, fag. Very early on, I told the mutt, “Your only response from now is ‘Yes, Sir’.” He obeyed. While he worshipped my feet and cock, I gave a lot of one-word commands. They are powerful. “Crawl.” “Yes, Sir.” He crawled towards me, his eyes still locked onto me. I raised a foot and pressed it into his face. “Sniff.” “Yes, Sir.” He took deep inhales, taking in the strong scent of my feet. “Lick.” “Yes, Sir.” He slurped and licked over the base and even began to suck on my toes. I then shoved my foot on the back of his head and pinned his face to the ground. “Thank me.” “Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,” was his muffled groaning reply. When it came to my cock laying on top of his face. “Sniff”. “Kiss.” “Look.” “Keep your tongue out.” Such simple commands yet so powerful when I say it. When I started to put my cock in his mouth. “Open.” “Wider.” “Taste.” I can’t remember all that I said or commanded, but that is just a taster.
It’s been a very long time since I’ve had to punish-train a mutt like this, faggot Sam. It’s a thrill, a reminder that I rule over other men, especially ones so cocky and entitled. That a huge muscled man twice my size and weight is but another demolished ragdoll in front of my superior strength and dominance.
Can you even believe this faggot called Master Jase a “kung-fu chink” to his face?? When I read that, I felt my blood pressure rise. I’m surprised Master Jase didn’t just end the fag’s life right then!
I think it goes without saying that this faggot deserved every bit of the punishment it received.
I’m on record as advocating that Alphas should not physically punish a fag when it misbehaves (because many faggots get off on the abuse). Of course, I would never presume to tell Master Jase how he should train his faggots. He definitely knows what he’s doing!
The extended weekend torture sequence Master Jase described above might not have been as effective without the call/response part when Master Jase was retraining its mind with his boot on its face. I can’t emphasize this enough. Alpha Masters must get inside the MINDS of their faggots through effective training, not violence. A faggot can handle a lot of physical abuse, but it’s the possible loss of access and privileges that really drive it.
But Master Jase is an exceptional Owner of faggots, so he knew exactly how to break this faggot of its disrespect.
Once more I implore my faggot brothers to humble yourselves and treat every aspect of your Master’s life – including his Pack – with the utmost respect and care!
Structured Analysis through the Lens of Hierarchical Sexual Ontology, Violent Truth, and Ritual Use
note: in this review, the author of the reviewed article is referred to as consistent with his self-prescribed place in the hierarchy, without capitalization of his role or name. However, the term “his” at the beginning of sentences has retained the capital H simply to preserve some grammatical consistency, but not to confer on the author any undeserved rank.
I. Introduction: Articulation vs. Integration
boy ben hartman’s A Theory of Faggotry is an elegant and deeply personal articulation of the Submissive and Masochistic Gay Beta Male (SMGB) identity. It blends lived experience with psychological theory, cultural insight, and spiritual framing. The result is a rare attempt to dignify the faggot role — or its softer synonym, SMGB — with language that avoids pathologizing or trivializing the subject.
However, while the text succeeds in defining and affirming the identity it explores, it falls short of fully integrating that identity into a comprehensive ontology of sexual hierarchy. It speaks movingly to the experience of individual faggots, but does not complete the arc: it does not address how the truth of faggotry functions within larger social, metaphysical, or civilizational structures.
More specifically, the text largely avoids the foundational roles that hierarchical violence, ritualized public degradation, and visible, violent sex play in maintaining and transforming sexual orders. Without these elements, the vision remains personal rather than ontological; explanatory rather than structural; therapeutic rather than civilizational.
The critique that follows is structured around five major domains:
The strength of the book’s core definitions
The limitations of its consent-and-respect framing
The absence of ritual violence as a constructive principle
The underdeveloped role of public degradation and exposure
The need for a vertically stratified metaphysics of faggotry
