This faggot screams like it’s having babies, but instead it’s receiving millions of babies deep inside!
Back in January I resurrected a seminal post from FWA titled “Good Boy” that examined the power of the phrase over the minds and hearts of faggots (CLICK HERE to read that). Ask any Alpha who has used the phrase on their faggots, and they will attest to its dual-edged power not only as a demeaning term, but also as a way to express affection.
After all, it’s how a Man speaks to his dog, and good faggots are very much like faithful dogs.
Now it seems that this simple truth of the Hierarchical movement has gone mainstream! This article published on Parents magazine’s website discusses the rise of the use of the phrase “good boy” among teenage boys!
The article describes the trend this way:
The “good boy” trend boils down to this: a child instructs another to complete a task and when the child complies, the kid responds by calling him a “good boy.” Typically, kids will say “good boy” in a patronizing and dramatic tone, sometimes it’s even topped off with a fake smile or slow clap.
Teachers are posting videos like this one about the trend they’re seeing in their classrooms:
The post’s author gets the gist of the phrase correct, but of course misses the underlying forces causing these boys to say this. Even when the author makes this keen observation, they still get it wrong:
Some adults pointed out that the kids using the term likely don’t even fully understand all of the connotations behind it. For example, they might not fully grasp a potentially underlying sexual message that the phrase can carry. Instead, they mostly associate it with training animals.
Anyone remotely familiar with hierarchical concepts (or sees the world as I do, through that lens) immediately understands the mechanics happening under the surface with these teen boys. They are using the phrase as a way to assert dominance and control in order to lay claim to some level of Alphahood among their peers.
Furthermore, using the phrase and then seeing obedience and submission in others when it’s used FEELS GOOD to both the young Alpha and the sub he’s using. It’s an early, easy expression of dominance and power that feels right.
But I want to point this out: the article is mostly CONDEMNING the use of the phrase among young boys. Now, why would they condemn that? The answer is obvious: Alpha power scares everyday people because it cannot be controlled or labelled. Society prefers homogeneity and conformity because it makes everybody equally important and special.
But that isn’t life, and it’s certainly not hierarchy. Alphas are exceptional and powerful, and they will continue to uphold hierarchical standards not only because it feels right, but also because it IS right.
And faggots will continue to serve them, because it is ALSO right. What else should a GOOD BOY do, anyway?
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Master Anthony’s Slave Charter
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a little while since I’ve heard from my beloved brother Fabien. I’ve been mostly conversing with his Master, Anthony, so I’m never too far away from him, but still … I’ve been missing him.
Fabien wrote me two days ago with something he’d made for Master Anthony.
Just a small new update that might amuse you! Anthony really values my mentorship of the other slaves of his Alpha Pack. He instructed me to write a sort of “slave Charter” outlining the golden rules that slaves must follow with their alpha master, which he intends to give to all future inferiors in his flock. So after a bit of thought, I finally came up with a list that I’m pretty happy with! Here’s the result:
The Six Golden Rules of a slave towards his Master
1. Admiration. He is better than you. He is a superior being. It’s only fair your life is harder for his life to be easier, that you are poorer for him to be wealthier. Always keep in mind how vastly superior he is to you.
2. Obedience. Obey first, think second. Disobedience is the greatest sin for an inferior. Many flaws are forgivable, but a disobedient slave is unworthy and useless. His orders, his desires, his whims, even the slightest of them, are absolute laws for you.
3. Respect. Deference must be verbal and physical. Do not just tell him your admiration: show it to him! Bow, kneel, grovel. Worship. His feet, his hands, his armpits, his muscles and his cock are divine relics to be adored by your lips and your tongue.
4. Loyalty. It is obedience without orders. Do more than he demands of you. His needs and desires are more important than yours. Put him first. Always ask yourselves: what more can I do to make his life better and easier? Learn to know him and anticipate his wishes. His happiness is your life’s main goal.
5. Gratitude. You’re the one who has to be grateful, not him. Simply being in his presence is a privilege. Serving him is a blessing. Remember it. Thank him every time you can: when he takes from you, when he gives to you, when he congrats you, when he punishes you. Never expect praise or gift from him, treat any one you do receive as an undeserved reward from God.
6. Penitence. You’re not perfect. Far from it. Confess to him your failures. Apologize and mean it. And above all: improve. Learn from your mistakes and never repeat them.
I hope you’re proud of your little brother!
I love everything about little Fabien’s list. It really speaks to mindset, which is an overlooked aspect of being a great faggot. It’s something that Fabien exemplifies.
Master Anthony probably fucked the hell out of Fabien after seeing this wonderful gift. After all, it was his great power that freed Fabien and made it possible for Fabien to become the beautiful mentor faggot he is today!
So thank you Master Anthony and Fabien for all you do to inspire others!
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Entering The Kingdom Of King Karter
The following post is part of a thread following the development of a college football faggot named Ethan who finally found the circumstances to serve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
As soon as Ethan told me he had been invited to apply to serve a black Alpha, my internal alarm went off. Not that I think there’s anything wrong with that – quite the contrary! – but I know black Alphas can be incredibly demanding and rough. I worried this new situation might cause Ethan undue stress.
But Ethan’s new Master, King Karter, is no ordinary black Master.
Yes, he’s demanding … but there is a method to his manipulations.
Here’s Ethan’s description:
Sorry, I didn’t get back to you sooner, because I had to work yesterday morning and had to go to his place to do chores and I will give you more details in a second! Thank you!! I promise I will keep giving you and the readers a lot of updates! I did tell King Karter today, about finding your site again and having my thread, he was a little upset that I did not ok it with him first. He is out to most of his friends but DL with his Family, and he said he “dosn’t want his momma knowing about you fags!” But he was ok with it because he said he would read your site to see my thoughts and how am feeling about being a faggot. He also said it will help other faggots know their place. He said he would go back and visit your new site more often. And he also said I had to follow 2 major rules when I talk to you, First, ” Don’t Fucking embarrass him!” I can’t talk shit or say things that would embarrass him. and 2, I can not give you any personal details. Like where he lives and his name ( He said “since you already posted his name that is fine because his name is common not like other Niggers”) but not his last name or anything else.
I had my first day on Sunday after work. I came over to his place. He texted me that #1 would be there. He was and as soon as I walked him he introduced himself, he’s a pretty chill guy. In his late 30s, I think. I had to put my clothes in a basket near the front door. Each of the baskets had numbers, like #1, and #3. I put it in the empty basket but it didn’t have a number on it (Yet), I think I am still like on probation, like at work.
In the basket, was a cock cage the same one I used in the interview. I was trying to put it on and #1 helped me. He said, he had a trick since I’m uncut, he had a trick to make it easier. He helped me put my balls in the ring. Then he went to the kitchen and got saran wrap. He put it around the dick and foreskin and then put the cage on and then he had me slowly pull the saran wrap out. It pulled my foreskin up and out so my head was still in my foreskin and it was a lot easier and felt better than last time and he did it so quickly. He said with practice I would do it fast too. #1 had one cage on that was like a flat plate on it. I said “Wow, how do you put that one on? and does that saran wrap trick work for those too? He also said he was Cut so he did not have the same problem as me. He said no, it wouldn’t work with his because his has small holes, not big holes like mine. He said mine was called a Cobra, it is a medium size. His was a flat cage. I asked him how long it took him to get that small he said a few years. He was over 8 before starting chastity and now it’s probably about 5. He said he hasn’t measured it hard in a long time. And wears it a lot, 24/7 now. And only takes it out to clean it a few times a week but has not jerked in years. I was shocked!
How much does the average dick get smaller in chastity? I can’t believe his shrunk is almost half its size.
Then we walked around the apartment he showed me where everything was. He asked me if I was any good at cooking. I said I liked to cook, I might be ok. #1 said, “good, 3 was terrible at it, and it will help me too.” He said he would show him eventually what to make for King. Then we got to work in the bedroom. We made the bed and cleaned the room. He told me about himself. How he was owned by 2 other alphas before, the first one, when he was a lot younger, like my age. The Alpha was a lot older, a white guy. but he wanted to retire and move to Florida. So he sold #1 to his second Alpha, Straight Alpha. I was in shock again! I asked him, “He sold you like property?” 1 said, “yes. But, if I didn’t want to go I guess I wouldn’t have.” But he said, “He felt it would be dishonoring his first alpha and he really liked him and taught him so much.” After, he was bought by the straight alpha, who served him for about 5 years. He got married and wanted to start a family and let 1 go. He found King, on Grinder, and at first it was just a sexual like top / bottom thing. Then after a while, he would come and pick up after King. Cook for him and showed him how he should be treated. He said, “At first when I was getting fucked by King, King would have me wear jocks, to cover myself.” Then he told King about chastity. King liked the idea, of a faggot willing to lock up his dick and devote all his sexual pleasure to his King (Alpha). That is why we all wear them now. And, even in Jocks we can get hard. and in cadges, we can not! I also told him about my past, and about writing to you. He said he would often read your site a lot before, He also didn’t know about the New one. He said he remembers reading my old post. He said he remembers it because he identified with it. He also played sports in High School, not Football, Baseball mostly and soccer. (this was before I knew about the thread)
He then showed me the bathroom. I had to clean the tub, toilet, and floor, put in the new towels and new toilet paper, and wipe it all down with Clorox wipes. It didn’t take too long and was not hard at all. I guess they clean it once / twice a week. So, it was not very dirty to begin with. I also had to put new toilet paper on if it was more than 3/4 empty, which it was. #1 came in to inspect, He said I did an overall good job, but he wiped around the bowl and behind. He said I have to look for the small details because He will see them. I told him thanks, and I went to the kitchen to finish helping him with meal prep. He does all of the cooking because 3 can’t cook worth-shit. Oh, I said he (#3) said he knows it! King eat something he cooked once and got sick, and King said he had other skills. Later, when I was talking to 3, he agreed, he hated cooking and sucked at it. And doesn’t want to make King sick again.
1 told me if I can cook pretty well, I can help him meal prep for a King for the week, and help cook his dinners. I asked 1, if he liked having other faggots around. I thought he would be like jealous or something, or would not want to share in the work or credit. 1 told me that “He is not a jealous Bitch, and neither should any faggot. The more faggots a king can have, the more power he has. The more happier he becomes. And that should make us all happy. I (him) should never be jealous if 3 gets fucked more or if I cook more or if You (me) might do a better job with cleaning, or get a lot more dates. We all work to serve. It don’t matter what chores or things we need to do, just that we are doing what is told of us, doing our best to serve, that is what we strive for.” It was like talking to you haha!! After we were done cooking, and packing the meals we talked a bit more, his phone got a text and he said King was about to come up, he was parking now. He told me how to kneel by the door and always look at the floor, as King came in. He petted us on our heads, and we always had to look down at the floor so I didn’t see him (or his face) at first he petted us like dogs and came in and sat down on the couch, we came over and he wanted a progress report, 1 told him everything we did. He said good and went to inspect the bathroom and bedroom. He said I did a pretty good job. I was like in Mile High! I had to hold in my smile. I was also getting hard in my cadge too. Just him in the room made me hard, and his voice. All I could think about was the last time, and I could smell him again too! 🙂
He came back and pulled off his shirt and pants. Pulled out his huge cock. This thing is Huge like 9-10″ Long (soft) and like 4″ Thick (Soft)! I was a little scared if I would be able to take it in my mouth and throat, much less my Cunt! He asked me if I was still doing my Homework. I said Yes, I have been trying to do it every day. He said that’s okay but I should now watch them 2 times a day if I can get the time, and find other trainers to watch. He said he understood it might be hard for me to do it at the dorm. So I can also do it here too if I am done with my chores. He petted me again on the head and rubbed his fingers in my hair. He also said I have to shave my face he doesn’t want me to have a full beard anymore. He said I could keep a little stumble or be fully clean shaven but not like I have it. I said Ok. He also said I had to trim my body hair too. I can keep most of it but I had to shave it down to no more than a few CMs, that included my pubs. But my pussy had to be clean, I said yes but I have never shaved back there, so I didn’t know how to. He said 1 and 3 would help me do it or help me wax it. I don’t have to be full body Waxed like 3, his whole body is supper smooth, but it needs to be shorter. I said I would be happy to clean it up for him.
Then he started just waving his cock, and asked me if I wanted to suck it. I said, “Yes please!” He pulled out 2 bottles of poppers. Gave me one and 1 the other. He told me to sniff it when he said, Hit! So I did and so did 1, at the same time. He then began by slapping 1 in the face a few times with his cock and hands, and then proceeded to fuck his throat so hard! King would slap him a few more times on his face and the back of his head and then make us both hit at the same time and then fuck his mouth, then make us hit. He would also hit 1 in the back of the head a few more times. My heart was racing. I wanted so, sooo badly to be in 1s place. All the time King and 1 would look at me and King would smile. He would make me say, “I was a faggot, I want to suck that N*ger cock,” over and over again. He would have 1 say that I (me) was a faggot, a white Jack of spades, that all I want to do is to suck Big Black Cock while they both looked at me with King’s Dick in his mouth. King would shove his dick down so deep in 1’s throat it would budge and 1’s eyes would water and his nose would be in Kings Pubs. And then 1 would pull off, sucking in air and almost puking. And then he would make us both hit poppers. Like you described Rutting, this was like that, but in 1’s throat! I have sucked quite a few dicks but nothing was ever this rough. My mouth was drooling all over the place!
After he got a bit rougher, the whole time he and 1 were staring at me, he shouted he was going to cum in 1’s pussy mouth. He made us hit poppers again, then pulled 1’s mouth in and down to his pubs. For what felt like a whole minute 1 wasn’t even struggling, I had no clue how he didn’t. Then King came so hard, hitting 1 in the back of his head a few times with his fist, and pulled out and shot the other half on 1’s face! After he was able to calm down for a sec, I realized I had not sucked him yet! I wasn’t even thinking about it until he was finishing off on 1’s face. Then I felt disappointed again. I was So hard in my cadge I could feel my fag dick pressing into my insides again. He looked at me and asked if I wanted this, and he scooped up two fingers of his seed off 1’s face. And walked over to me, my mouth was open and I said,” Yes Please! Yes, Please King can I have your Alpha seed!! Please!” He smiled, “You did go today. #5!” He put it under my nose to make me smell it, and pulled away a bit when I went to go lick it. “Wait,” He said. “You want to be my Faggot? You want to be in my Kingdom, and servue The Black Kingdom?” I said, “Yes, please!” I sounded more like a begging dog at this point. He said, “Good! Your no longer Ethan, He is dead now, from now on if you walk in to this house, If you go on Dates, You are Number 5, Your old life is over, you are a faggot now, Drink my Black Seed, Faggot #5.” He then shoved his fingers in my mouth and down my throat. His seed tasted so good. I had tasted cum before. But this tasted stronger somehow, like it was a much stranger taste and more potent. He shoved his fingers down my throat and I gagged some. Then he smeared his fingers all over my face.
He gave me a few not-so-hard slaps on the face and said, “Good Faggot!” I almost shot in my cadge if that is possible, and felt like I was jumping up and down. He told me 3 will send you 1’s contact information and 1 will contact you about what times I can come and work. Also, how much money I will be contributing from my paycheck? King said he would consider my living expenses as well as my schooling. King said he wanted me to do well in school. So I can make a lot of money for him after I get out. I am going to study to be a financial adviser after my Gen Ed is done.
He then said to get dressed and get out. I said, “Yes Sir, Thank you for letting me serve you today sir!” He smiled and petted me on the head again like a dog, I was so happy as to what he said. It didn’t occur to me until I was driving home that I still hadn’t sucked him yet!!!!
Huh… Sam, How long is this does this denial part take to end? I know you said it is a good way to train faggots, but how long does it last??? How long will I have to wait? It is soo Hard and I feel like it is driving me so crazy!!! I read in one of your other threads (I forgot who it was) that it took a few weeks for the faggot to be Cunted, How long does the denial time usually take? It is so hard waiting especially since it is right in front of me. And I can actually taste it (his seed) in my mouth.
This is a pretty astounding introduction! If I were Ethan, I’d be vibrating with excitement and a bit a terror!
I love hearing about the different ways Alphas control and organize their stable of faggots. King Karter is highly organized, and his number system for naming his fags is efficient and dehumanizing. His program for initiating his faggots reminds me very much of how legendary FWA Alphas Master Nick and Master Matt approached the process, with scent training and domestic chores coming first before accepting the faggot into the fold for feeding/breeding. It’s an outstanding way to focus the faggot, not on the reward of cock/cum, but the privilege of service an exclusive God Alpha like King Karter.
The fag mentorship and cooperation was also inspiring. I love when fags do what fag #1 did with Ethan, helping him to put on his new chastity cage with a handy trick I’ve heard about but have never tried nor seen done. It’s such a blessing for a Master when his faggots cooperate in order to keep a house focused and organized.
The most intriguing detail in Ethan’s account is the mention of buying/selling faggots between King Karter and his Alpha brothers. King Karter is part of BNWO (Black New World Order), a secretive cabal of black Alphas across the country who are organized and whose charter is focused on the systematic overtaking of the white race through the subjugation and faggotization of white males. I’ve been approached a couple of times recently about becoming part of it, which tells me it’s growing in strength and power. It’s my wish to be able to interview one of the black Alphas involved in it on the podcast. I’m still mulling over my involvement personally … it could happen.
My little brother Ethan has an extraordinary opportunity to become the property of a truly powerful God Alpha, a Man whose power comes from within and much as it does from his genetically-superior body. I hope Ethan can be patient and focus on serving King Karter’s needs! This is the time (pre-sex) when faggots either succeed or fail. Hopefully he makes it through initiation!
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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’m always fascinated by Alphas who embrace their Alphahood very young (like in the 11-15-year-old range). It certainly tracks with my belief that Alphas are born that way. However, the insecurities that plague all adolescents seem to be missing from these Alphas. It’s almost as if they emerged from the womb already understanding that they’re different than others … superior. By the time their superior bodies start puberty, they seem to be ready for it, eager for it, like prize-winning racehorses agitated in the starting gate. There’s no awkwardness, no hesitation. Only an anticipation of even greater glory to come.
They’re like princes eager to receive their inheritance and become Kings.
Alpha Lucas certainly fits that description. His wonderful mother Sophie recognized her son is different from other boys his age, and when I found out that he was subjugating other boys and forcing them to worship his feet, I recognized it, too!
Alpha Lucas has been in constant communication with the glorious Master Dean, and he has been mentoring Alpha Lucas on faggot ownership and how best to lead inferiors. It’s quite clear that Alpha Lucas is a quick learner, too. Here’s a letter Alpha Lucas sent to Master Dean, which he also sent to me to update me on his progress:
I wanted to give You some news! Things are still going great for Me! I must say My Mother is quite reassured. I’m developing My power without it interfering with other aspects of My life!
Over the past few weeks, I’ve often spent several days with My servants (I have a dozen now!), one in turn, to deepen their submission. And I really love training them to worship My feet! I’ve instituted a ritual with each of them: when I sit on the sofa and put my feet on the coffee table, they must remove My shoes and socks only with their teeth, then kiss and lick My feet. When I sleep at their place, I obviously take their bed, and they sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. I give them My socks to sleep with, so they can kiss them and inhale My scents during the night.
Also, something pretty crazy happened to Me! Some time ago, I gave a beating to a guy in My class who was getting on My nerves. The whiner went to complain to his big brother. So that dude came up to Me after class. He’s a pretty muscular, manly-looking guy. I thought I was going to have to fight him off and get My ass kicked, but I stood up to him proudly and explained why I’d knocked his little brother to the ground. Then the guy grinned and said, “You’re a real Alpha, aren’t You? Don’t worry, I’ll tell my brother to show you some respect.” The next day, the little brother came to see me, head down, and he begged Me to forgive him, told me that his big brother had scolded him and told him to start submitting to his betters instead of complaining behind their backs, and that from now on he would be obedient and respectful with Me.
Later, I saw the big brother again, looking all joyful, and he asked Me if he could do something for Me, said I could call him if I wanted anything. I invited him home once, and he cooked for Me and massaged My feet while I watched TV. The guy’s almost 18! And he recognizes My superiority! He likes to obey Me! That’s just great! Damn, I love it! I think he’s going to be My favorite inferior!
Breathtaking!
First and foremost, it’s not proper for me to refer to Lucas simply as an Alpha … because he’s now a MASTER and OWNER of a dozen faggots! That’s a huge stable of faggots at just 15 years old!
But even more impressive (and significant) was his encounter with the two brothers. Between the two brothers there is a natural age-based hierarchy, with the 18-year-old brother acting as the “Alpha”. But when they dared to confront a natural Alpha like Master Lucas, they were both forced (by nature itself) into submitting to him!
Master Lucas has been claiming the status of God Alpha for a little while now, but I was hesitant to admit that about him because of his youth. But now that lower-level Alphas are submitting to him, it might be fitting to start that conversation! His status as a God Alpha will be further clarified as he builds out an Alpha Pack and leads it, but I do think Master Lucas is very likely a God Alpha in the making!
I feel so blessed to be able to chronicle Master Lucas’s ascension! His power, intellect, intuition, and ambition is enthralling to witness!
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Straight Master Mike’s Advice To Other Straight Alphas
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Master Mike is a straight Alpha. He’s athletic, muscular, and he’s been fucking women his entire life. When Benjamin submitted to him, he took ownership of his first faggot because it excited him to be so powerful that even males wanted to serve his needs. It was nice to own a faggot that would clean and cook and do laundry, etc., while he focused on enjoying his life and fucking random women every weekend.
But the more Master Mike watched Benji’s obedience, the more powerful he became. He wanted to see how submissive he could make this little faggot under his control. He knew the big cock between his legs would be life-changing for his faggot, and the cum inside his balls would alter its genetics forever. That POWER Alphas have, it’s intoxicating … both for the faggot as well as the Alpha.
So Master Mike finally decided to use Benji’s throat, and he discovered two truths: (1) using a faggot sexually doesn’t make a straight Alpha gay, and (2) faggots serve Men the way Men deserve to be served. He was WORSHIPED in ways no female could ever imagine, and Benji provided pleasure that Master Mike didn’t know was possible. But underlying all of that pleasure was the rush of POWER he felt, like an undertow, pulling Master Mike to go deeper.
Soon, Master Mike was forcing his dick into Benji’s pussy. And that really changed the game. After pumping his first load into his faggot, he realized that he OWNED that hole – it belonged to HIM ALONE. Once again, the POWER of breeding a faggot, having his Alpha DNA enter his faggot’s bloodstream and reprogram it from the inside, was intoxicating!
Now Master Mike fucks females, but he confidently knows he always has his loyal, obedient faggot waiting him case he needs anything at all. That is the way Kings live. And Master Mike is certainly a King.
From my perspective, Master Mike is also extremely intelligent and articulate, so I asked him to write some thoughts to his straight Alpha brethren about owning and using faggots.
What he wrote was, as always, beautifully worded:
I am still not over the rush of totally dominating him. Been putting at least 2 loads a day into his holes and I dont plan on letting up. His pussy is just too good to pass up. And so convenient too. I literally dont need to move from where I am. Just whistle and he will crawl to me. A snap of the fingers and he will suck me off for as long as I want and take me all the way down. A look and he climbs on and rides me in reverse until I cream his cunt. Such a good arrangement. And I always thought ass-to-mouth was a porn thing but damn the little fag just did it to clean me off. So attentive.
He is a good fag. Very hard working and very very good at his job. Can you believe a faggot like that is in management? Seems kind of ridiculous to me honestly. I have put so much cum in him he might actually get pregnant. Not that I need any more children. Barely a good enough dad for my two boys already. There has been a pretty big change in him. I don’t know how to describe it. First there is a bit of desperation about him. Big puppy dog eyes whenever he doesn’t have an immediate task to do. And my god he seems desperate for an invite into the bed whenever I am heading to sleep. Then there is the glazed over look he gets when I enter his cunt. It’s like his brain just short circuits. He loses all thought and just whimpers. His dicklet is as hard as it can get in his cage which isn’t much lol. And then there is the post fuck behaviors. I assumed it was just normal for faggots but he has taken to resting his forehead on me until I tell him to fuck off. It is always my shoulder (so his nose is in one of my pits) or the middle of my chest or once just below my belly button so his nose was in my pubes. I left him once to see what happens and he just falls asleep. I dont know what it is particularly but honestly it makes me feel very powerful so I dont really give a fuck. Chicks tend to catch feelings and want a relationship where we are equals and they get treated like a princess. That ain’t me. What I say goes and if they dont like it they can fuck off. But Benji takes what I give and thanks me for it. Usually with much more enthusiasm than any bitch has ever mustered. God Alphas like me deserve good head as well as holes to plough. And good head requires enthusiasm and gratitude for the cock in their mouth as much as technique and a lack of dignity. Benji is firmly the best head I have had. He hits all 4 of those criteria perfectly. So to answer that question yes I have seen my faggot embrace every smell and taste and sensation and internalize it. Make it a part of himself and give it a higher value than he gives to his own thoughts or desires. And I have never met a female capable of anything near that on a long term basis like Benji has done.
To other straight Alphas I would say take it at your own pace. Find a faggot you like. One who understands your desired service. Make them work for rewards. Test them. Push them to the highest standard. Feel out their comforts and get to know them. Build their trust in you and make them feel safe around you. Then once you know them make a big move. One which challenges their limits. Remove their control beyond one decision. Full submission to you or leaving. If you have done the first part right they will choose you. After that you have control. Keep pushing and dont let up. Don’t let them have time to second guess you or their choice to submit. And dont give them your cock until you have fully broken any and all resistance. It is a faggot. It wants your cock. Your cock is a goal. Only give it once you want to and they have earned it. This will reinforce good behavior and your power. But do not be scared to use a faggot sexually. A disposable faggot or one who has earned your cock is possibly the best fuck. Women have rules and limits and want to cum before you do. A faggot knows it is there for your use. It will take whatever pounding you give in whatever position you put it in. It will not ask you to wear a condom and cannot get pregnant. It will clean you off afterwards and thank you for the fucking privilege. It knows it doesn’t deserve to cum and if trained right will not even touch itself around you.
Every man should have a fag. Every man deserves that service.
I am enthralled by Master Mike. He’s challenging, but such a pleasure to serve. Benjamin is among the most fortunate fags on Earth to be owned by this great straight Alpha!
And to all of the straight Alphas out there reading this, please listen to what your God Alpha brother is teaching you. It’s the truth, and it will truly set you free!
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The following post is part of a thread following James, a sub male who came to understand that he’s really a faggot based on his life experiences and by applying what he’s learned at Hierarchy University! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Faggots are expert liars. They spend most of their lives lying to family and friends about who they really are. They lie to bullies to prevent harassment.
But most of all, they lie to themselves. They desperately try to avoid accepting the truth about their purpose as a faggot. They constantly stop and start their journey of acceptance in the futile hope it will somehow just go away.
But it never does, does it ? That’s why this site exists, why the podcast exists, and why I wrote a book titled “Are You A Faggot?”. All of these tools I’ve created are designed to help a faggot accept itself and embrace truth.
One faggot who is currently in a Dom/sub relationship, James, stumbled onto this site and the podcast and decided he needed to find out answers to his lifelong desires. He bought my book and read it, finally coming to the conclusion that he is, indeed, a faggot.
Here’s what he wrote:
I recently came across your podcast on Spotify. I had been looking for content about the kink/gay lifestyle, and after a few misfires, I found Fags Worship Alphas.
Growing up in a small town in Canada, the term “fag” or “faggot” carried so much weight, turmoil, and fear. I was terrified of being found out, bullied for being gay. Living in a town full of churches—and an even larger number of rednecks—I was often targeted for not fitting in.
So hearing you calmly and confidently refer to yourself and others like you as fags and faggots… I have to admit, the first few times were jarring, to say the least. But as I learned about the basic outlines of hierarchy, I realized: we all have a space, we all have a role to fill, and it’s almost as if these roles were pre-chosen for us. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before I was singing along to the intro of the podcast and hearing the word without feeling fear.
The more I listened, the more I came to the realization that my true role in life is that of a faggot. I haven’t fully unpacked what this means yet, but I know, deep down, that I am one.
I’ve had three long-term relationships in my life, and I’ve always been drawn to men I felt were Alphas—knowing I enjoyed serving them. The last two didn’t turn out great. The first was what you would call a Destroyer Alpha—low-level and greedy. The second was a sheep in wolf’s clothing, just putting on an act. But the man I currently find myself with oozes sex, pride, courage, and strength. He is someone I would truly serve for life.
Relationship dynamics aside, even in my daily life I’ve always chosen to provide service to others—in work, in friendships, in everything. I’ve developed the ability to pick up on cues, to know who needs service and how I can please them.
Looking back, I think every sexual encounter I’ve had has involved me serving Alphas.
Now, just a few days in (about 30 episodes), I find myself understanding hierarchy as the truth we all live. The other day I looked at myself in the mirror, smiling, and said out loud, “James, you are a faggot. I AM A FAGGOT.”
Even as I write this, I know I want to live the life of the faggots you speak of. I want to serve my Alpha. I want to be put in chastity. I want to help my Alpha ascend to higher levels of Alpha-hood. I want to feel what it’s like to truly be cunted…
I want to embrace my truth.
That’s a powerful endorsement of Hierarchical truth and a beautiful description of his acceptance!
But what often happens when a faggot accepts its purpose is a meditative examination of its life and experiences. A faggot will connect the dots and start to see how it was always a faggot, verifying to itself that it is actually a faggot.
That’s what James did, too. He recalled a few adolescent incidents that clearly indicated what he was meant to be, and he wrote about them as well:
I recently purchased a copy of Sam the Faggot’s Book “Are You a Faggot” thought the Hierarchy University Website. I wanted to confirm some things you could say…
For a 27 page read I can say I took the time and read it thoroughly cover to cover then again… and again. Only to come to the question am I a Faggot or just a submissive horny bottom? So I have taken a few days and thought things thoroughly and came to one simple conclusion.
I looked back at my first ever sexual encounter. I was younger than I should have been but consent was in the air. I was camping out in the neighbors backyard with their son Tommy, he was a couple years older than me but in the block radius of our houses we were the only kids. We were excited to stay up and watch the stars and eat as much candy as possible. Tommy had a newspaper delivery route so he had been saving up for weeks for the camp out candy feast. The night up I walked over to his house sleeping bag in hand and ready for fun. We had a campfire hotdog dinner with his parents and they let us feed the fire for a few hours then sent us to the tent for the night. They had a pool so we were told to stay in or around the tent for the night. As the moon rose that night we feast on gummy worms, skittles and peanut m&ms it was a blast. We looked at the stars Tommy pointed out as many constellations as stars in the sky. Then we got in our sleeping bags. Being the heat of the summer I was planning sleeping in my underwear and as Tommy got in his he stripped everything off. A few moments later he was pitching his own tent. I noticed and probably stared a little too long. He grabbed it from outside the sleeping bag and said “what it’s natural”.
I was feeling my tent pole rise at the same time and was trying to hide it. I obviously wasn’t doing it that well cause the next words out of Tommy’s mouth was “Have you ever masturbated before?” At this point I thought that’s what fingering was…. So we got out of our sleeping bags and Tommy guided me through the process of jerking off. Told me it felt so good and it was natural. I stumbled on my next words and said “Tommy can I try masturbating you?” He smiled and replied “Yes Jake you should feel what a real cock feels like.” Then laid down and I shyly moved towards he cock which was pretty well double the size of mine, hairy, and stuff as a rock. Using both hands I worked his cock. He gently guided me on what rhythm to use, how tight to hold it, and it wasn’t long before I got the hang of it.
At the moment I remember feeling so proud that I was making him feel good. When his body started to twitch I just kept going at this point I felt like the pioneers I had learnt about in school churning butter. He let out a quick moan and in that moment my hands my face and his cock was covered in this thick substance that was strange to me. I wasn’t producing at this point yet so I had no idea what was happening, I thought I hurt him. I quickly withdrew and apologized. He quickly corrected me and told me about what cum was and how it felt amazing, and told me I should taste it.
The little bit that had hit my face was running down and close to my lips so I lapped it up with my tongue and it’s true faggot fashion my eyes widen and I smiled. “It does taste good Tommy” I whispered. Raising my hands to my mouth to taste more.
After that we fell asleep and I kept wanting to have another camp out in the summers that followed by Tommy moved and I didn’t get to.
Looking back on the camp out I loved the fact that I was able to get someone like Tommy off he was this built sports player that all the kids at school loved. I wanted to be like him so bad, when I was his age.
Sadly when I get to his age I was more interested in art, drama and music then how to throw the perfect curve ball, perform the best slap shot or shoot the biggest buck. The morning classes were filled with guys hitting me with rulers call me a faggot. Me feeling ashamed because I knew I was gay but didn’t want the world to know it.
We had a semi pro junior hockey team in our town and they would play most Friday nights. Sometimes I’d go just to people watch and try to fit in. One night after the game I was chased into the men’s washroom by my school tormentors and they chased me into a stall and I hid in the whole the banged on the door just trying to bully me and make me feel like nothing. I stayed in there till the game was over and the crowds emptied out.
When I thought the coast was clear I would leave me stall of shame. Slowly unlocking the door and stepping out I saw the 1 right wing position player entering the washroom I instantly thought fuck I’m in for a beating. He was the fighter if the team. The inforcer. They lost that game and I figured he’d be upset. He dropped the hockey bag when we locked eyes and he looked at me with a crooked smile and said “Hey Jake just who I wanted to see” fuck I’m in for it. “They told me you were hiding in here” I looked to ground in shame. “How about I take you home” I looked up in shock.
“Ugh what” I sheeply replied.
“I’ve had a rough night you have had a rough night my parents gave me the car I’ll drive you home”
I scratched my head and with that I was sitting in his car. I didn’t say much just the words “I live at …” And he cut me off and said “we are going to my place first” I figured he wanted to change or something, the guys usually get together for pizza and drinks after games so I just silently sat and waited.
When we arrived at his place he asked if I was coming in or was just going to wait in the car. I said sure and offered to grab his hockey bag for him. As I grabbed it a pocket of air seeped through the slightly open zipper. It was a smell I’d never forget, sweat, testosterone and his natural musk. My body quivered a bit but I was trying to hide it.
He unlocked the door told me to put the bag down. And he walked down the hall and left me by the door. I few moments later he said hey Jake come here and bring the bag. I dragged his enormous hockey bag down the hall to his laundry room. He pointed at the rack and said “Hang up the equipment Jake” I grabbed the bag and emptied it on the rack to dry out. When I got to his jock my hands were shaking. It was soaked covered in scent and all I wanted to do was nuzzle my face into it.
He watched as I placed the final pieces on the rack and unzipped his pants as I turned to face him. His cock was semi erect, nipples erect and hard his shirt pulled up and over his head making it look like he had one of those leather daddy harnesses on.
He said “Come suck my cock” pulling his now almost erect cock out of his jeans. I was shocked again with the sheer size, weight, girth and hair on his body and cock. I stepped towards him and knelt in my knees and went to town on his cock. Enjoying every inch.
Within a few minutes he had me against the wall and was face fucking me. And moment later as he held my head against his cock he was emptying his load down my throat.
I had flash backs of Tommy’s cum Robs was salty yet sweet and I swallowed every drop.
He looked down at me and said good boy. With his crooked smile.
He told me I should stay the night
That night I lost my virginity to Rob the right wing. He fucked me twice taking breaks to enjoy beers that I would get him from his dad’s fridge in the garage. And in the morning he dropped me off telling me he would need to use me again soon.
It became a semi regular thing till we both graduated. I’d go over help with his chores and he would feed me his loads or breed me. We never told a soul Rob had a girlfriend I guess this my first foray into being domestic faggot owned by a straight Alpha. It did stick up for me a few times in hallways at school when the bullies would start there shit up again.
When college hot I met my first boyfriend who is later describe and controlling in the worst way possible. Much like my husband they were both sheep’s in lions clothing or I guess you could say betas in Alphas clothes. Pretending to be alphas only to be betas who wanted to destroy and control me in the worst of ways.
Yet I stayed because the options were limited and I thought I could serve them. Maybe I wasn’t serving them well enough… In the end those each left me destroyed and not healthy in the slightest.
These previous actions are the faggot traits or just submissive bottom characteristics?
I spent more time pondering and started looking back at my life outside of sex. I’d say the bedroom but that was rarely we I had sex. . . My jobs the ones I had were I was serving people and working under powerful leaders were the jobs I loved the best. I thrived in those positions serving the public making my managers and supervisors happy and proud to have me on the team. I was in love. I felt pride in providing service.
When I came to family /friends functions I was always in the kitchen preparing the feast serving the apps refilling drinks. I wasn’t happy till everyone was happy.
Now present day I live with my partner an incredibly gentle protector Alpha who treats me as close to equal as possible. I feel a sense of ownership and pride serving him. Being at his side facing the world, it’s what I think most Faggot Alpha relationships should be.
Faggot or submissive is the question that continues to run through my brain.
But it wasn’t until I read and took the quiz in the book Are you a Faggot that I got my answer. Aside from the foot/findom questions every single one rang true. I was a faggot. Not just a horny bottom.
Given his early-life experiences, it’s easy to see why James thought he was just a regular sub. But looking at it hierarchically, it’s clear that the Alphas he encountered saw James as something other than a submissive. They saw him as a faggot, something to use and own.
And that’s really the point, isn’t it? One way or another, we are all taught by hierarchy what we truly are. Now James has encountered me and my little operation here, and the truth is crystal clear.
It will never be the same again!
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Master Connor Expands His Control
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a faggot named Matt who is owned by an intense 35-year-old Alpha named Master Connor. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I first met my brother Matt and the learned of the brutality of his new Master Connor, I warned against continuing to serve him because I feared something bad might happen to Matt. And while the jury is still out on that eventuality, I’m delighted to be able to say that my initial feeling about Master Connor was dead wrong.
He’s not a Destroyer Alpha in the traditional sense, He’s a Destroyer Alpha the way a controlled explosion effectively tears down useless structures.
Matt shared a lengthy recent experience so profoundly thrilling that I’m tempted to break it into a couple of parts. However, I think I’ll keep it all together so you can really ingest and appreciate the full power on display here.
Over text, I let Master Connor know that I expedited the shipping for my new cage and it would arrive before I see him next on Saturday right before his kickboxing lesson. He seems to really be enjoying and benefiting from the sessions! His new underwear arrives later today!
He told me the keys to my current cage are in his locker at the gym. News to me! But I also thought he’d bring them back after his workout. No! He said I’ll need to be there. And that I should arrive to the gym before his session, watch him and then he’d retrieve the keys afterwards.
Wow. What an opportunity to watch him in all his Alpha glory while I wait on the bench with my clit about to be downsized!
He told me not to wear panties because he plans to have me change cages in the locker room. Yikes! I thought he’d at least wait until after we were back to his place. He said to instead wear “some lame excuse for male underwear. Don’t overdo it fag. You’re not a Man. You’re a fucking loser.”
I wasn’t sure what to wear when he said that… I’m so used to being in lacy panties when I show up and he uses me. I only have a couple pair of “regular” underwear but they seem almost too masculine?
So without any filter, I suggested “like tighty whities Sir?”
His response was complete laughter. I’ve never seen so many emojis and “Hahahahaha” reactions in a row. He clearly thought it was entertaining. He finally said “Yeah.” with a devil horns emoji. He also told me to bring a pink skirt I’ve worn before so I’m not sure how that fits into the equation.
Tomorrow will be an interesting day. I’m excited to downsize for him and serve him fully. Yet I don’t know what this new venue and set of directions will entail. Not for my faggot brain to solve!
Either way, I’m sniffing his underwear as I write knowing it will all be for the better and tomorrow will be an incredible day.
When Matt sent me this message, I replied that I was curious about what he was planning with the underwear business. But of course, I’m just a faggot, and I had no way of seeing exactly what astounding things Master Connor had in mind:
Well my mind is blown! You said he may have a purpose with all of his violence and tactics. Not sure if this is it but wow has my dynamic of service to Master Connor changed as of last night! Here is an update to what I shared with below( the day before meeting him this weekend).
I arrived at his gym early so Master Connor would be sure to see me as he walked in. Pure butterflies in my stomach.
When he walked in he slightly nodded at me but continued on to the locker room to get his equipment.
He was chatting it up with the other Men there and the trainer started giving them some warm up exercises to do. I was so mesmerized by Master. He was confident, intense and focused. Soon the smell of sweat and testosterone filled the air. The sounds of the bags being kicked and punched, the primal grunts, the sound of feet quickly shuffling on the hardwood floor.
I’m sure my mouth was just gaping open the entire time as I watched on in an almost hypnotic like trance.
During a break, he came over and simply said “go get me some water and a towel faggot.” It wasn’t loud enough for others to hear but it also wasn’t a whisper. I jumped to my feet and hurriedly got what he demanded. After chugging the water and wiping his face, arms and torso with the towel he threw it toward me and I caught it right as it hit my face. It was magical. I kept trying to discreetly bury my face into it throughout the back half of his workout not knowing if I’d ever get such a pleasure again.
When it came time to end the session, the other Men went to the locker room while Master Connor chatted with the trainer. Eventually he motioned for me to follow him to the locker room. By that time, some of the Men were already heading out. There were probably only one or two still finishing up with one headed to the shower in just his towel. It was such a dream to be in their presence!
After we were alone in the area, Master Connor told me to strip down to my underwear which I did without hesitation. He told me how pathetic I was to be in my tighty whities with my clit caged in a Men’s locker room. He tossed me the keys and told me to turn away and swap the cages. And to hurry up “so none of these guys have to see a faggot be so disgusting in their space.”
It didn’t take long to get the cage unlocked and get the new one out of my bag. But then it happened. My clit began to expand and get slightly chubby – weak but still larger. I was panicking because I knew I needed to hurry up. Master Connor had finished putting away his gear and turned to see me still fidgeting. “What’s taking so long faggot? You forget how to lock that nub away?”
I embarrassingly told him what was happening. He nodded. Told me to pull up my underwear. I did so, not knowing how that would help. Then, without warning, he turned me around and directly kneed me in my fag nuts. Hard. I immediately fell to my knees and gasped. He let me writhe in pain for a few seconds before simply saying “hurry up you stupid slut.” Then I realized that my clit had almost full retracted and so I scrambled in my agony to get the tiny cage secured. Once I did, I thanked him for helping me. It felt weird to impulsively say that – it hurt a bunch and probably wasn’t the only solution but he provided a solution… HIS solution. He just shook his head half smiling like he was just embarrassed for me as a human being and I could understand why. We couldn’t be more different in our places in the hierarchy.
He then grabbed my head and pushed it into his crotch where I stayed inhaling his natural power for a minute. He said he needed to piss and I followed him to a stall still just in my underwear. He quickly sat down and pulled his thick dick out and let his stream go right into my open mouth and down my willing throat. Before long he was face fucking me and I tried not to verbally gag too much knowing there was still one Man just finishing his shower nearby. Instead of cumming down my throat, he painted my face with a very thick, large load. He left the stall and told me to stay. There I was, nearly naked in the smallest cage possible and covered in his Alpha seed with piss and dick on my faggot breath. I’m sure I was quite the sight to see.
He came back a few minutes later with my bag. Told me to get dressed but to leave his load on my face. We left the gym and only the trainer was still there but on the far side of the space – just waving to Master Connor from a distance as we left. I was feeling both anxious to be in public wearing such an obvious cumshot on my face but also proud and calm as I walked a few steps behind the Alpha that had given me this incredible gift. HIS gift.
As we made it to his place, he told me to get properly dressed – which I assume meant putting on the short pink skirt. When I opened my bag I noticed my old cage wasn’t there. Did he keep it? Did he throw it away? No time to think about it and I wouldn’t dare ask. I suppose that older, larger cage is in my past anyway. So I move on, pulling up the skirt over my underwear and taking off the rest of my clothes. I start preparing dinner while he’s on his phone as I’m not sure what to do next. I then feel a very firm slap to my ass and I could feel his breath on my ear. I think dinner was about to wait.
I don’t remember verbatim but he said something like: “Such a dirty slut. Prancing around my house just asking for it and already wearing a load on your face. What a fucking whore you’ve become.”
This was new! I didn’t know what was happening. Was it role play? How should I respond?
He was cupping my ass and I whimpered saying “I’m your slut Sir.”
Another hard smack to my ass. Then I heard it for the first time: “Good girl.”
My head was spinning. I’d always been willing to feminize myself to some extent – I mean, I’m definitely not a Man – but really only to further myself from the concept of masculinity. So panties or the like. Now my Alpha was telling me I was a “good girl”?!
Before I could think much more about it, he let loose a barrage of slaps to my ass and then yanked down the back of my underwear. I heard him spit on his dick and then it was buried inside me almost instantly. I was leaning over the counter as he took me hard, fast and without any consideration for my pussy. His finger fish-hooked my open mouth as I blubbered gibberish during his assault on my cunt. The way he pulled on my mouth made my head turn back enough towards him that I watched as he methodically and powerfully drove his dick deep into my guts.
He was completely lost in his rut. I was a hole and he was fucking it relentlessly. A Man on a mission. Then as I could feel him get closer, the affirmation-based questions started as his fingers were still deep in my mouth.
“Who is my dirty little slut?”
- I am Sir
“Who owns you?”
- You do Sir
“What are you?”
- I’m a faggot Sir. Your faggot Sir.
“Good girl.”
Then a few more thrusts and his load was coating my insides. He stayed inside my battered, swollen hole for a moment. I tried to gain my composure but I was still trembling from the breeding. He finally pulled out and I dropped to my knees to clean his incredible cock.
He eventually pulled me off his dick and pulled me up and my underwear up too. He took off his shirt and told me to order dinner for both of us and join him on the couch. He wanted me to stay?! To eat together?!
I cuddled up next to him as he watched TV and scrolled on his phone. Occasionally grazing my head across his still sweaty chest. Then I did something I’ve never really done before with him. But this was a day of firsts! I began to kiss his chest and his arms. Only a little at first. I looked up at him and he was staring back. He didn’t say anything which I felt gave me permission to continue. So I did and then I got bolder. Nuzzling my face into his pits and licking around his chest. In that moment I felt his fingers go down the back of my skirt and underwear and find my very-tender pussy. He pushed in and I groaned into his pit. It hurt but it was so amazing I didn’t care.
Soon his fingers were deep in my mouth as he fed me part of the load he’d just shot into my cunt. I was in a state of pure ecstasy.
Around that time the food arrived and luckily they left it at the door – I couldn’t imagine someone seeing me in my current state. Not much was said as we ate and he mostly watched TV. I just kept staring at him with absolute lust and admiration. As I put away the dishes and cleaned up, I started to grab my bag assuming he was ready for me to leave.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He said from the couch. “Did I say you could leave faggot? You got somewhere more important to be?”
I quickly put down the bag and said “No Sir. Sorry Sir, I just didn’t want to be in your way.” He had already shot two loads today (at least) and finished dinner. I assumed he was done with me. Not the case!
He had me get the shower started and then got in. I just watched from a distance. What an incredible Man. Every aspect of him was pure power and superiority. He had me dry him off and then he fell onto the bed. I stood there for a moment unsure of what to do.
“If you’re going to stay the night, you better get to work on my feet because they are sore from all of this kickboxing. That’s on you faggot.”
Stay the night?! I was speechless. I must have waited too long because he snapped.
“Jesus. Nevermind. Just get the fuck out you stupid bitch.”
I immediately came back to reality and within no time I was massaging and worshiping his feet with passion that I didn’t know I had. Occasionally saying “thank you Sir”. And, after a few minutes, eventually hearing back “good girl.”
I know this has been a long update so I’ll give you the second (shorter part) very soon! Spoiler: I did stay the night and was of service this morning. I’m just now trying to fully work through all that has happened in the past 24 hours and I’m set to see Master Connor again following his session Tuesday. Praying that my pussy will be recovered enough by then to take another round of assault.
I don’t know where this is all headed but I’m constantly surprised by the journey and just how much more obsessed I can become in my faggot servitude to such a deserving and strong Alpha Man.
I cannot really even process this experience! I almost feel like I was also taken and bred by Master Connor through my brother Matt!
Master Connor’s manipulation of Matt in the locker room is a master class in keeping a faggot off-balance and begging for more. Matt is already starving for every aspect of Master Connor’s body and mind, but training like this significantly ramps up that desperation.
Even more dramatic was the bathroom stall mouth fuck and facial! Dumping a massive load on Matt’s face and then forcing him to walk through that gym with it plainly visible to everyone is HUGE! You can actually hear the effect in Matt’s words. He’s delirious and deliriously fulfilled!
I don’t know what kind of experience Master Connor has had in his life as an owner of faggots, but it’s pretty clear he knows exactly what he’s doing. Yes, he’s aggressive, but it’s used in targeted ways that forces Matt into perpetual subspace.
I’m looking forward to finding out what happened the next morning!
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