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!
If you’ve been following the true stories about Master Toople’s conquests, you know that he’s a voracious breeder of faggots. He has a giant dick and balls that produce overwhelming loads, and coupled with his massive musculature he becomes a Terminator robot of relentless breeding.
But Master Toople is a true Master, and he understands the art of faggot manipulation.
Ask any faggot, and they will say the same thing – they LOVE a Master that can get inside their head and manipulate them into discovering new depths of their own submission. That’s why hypno audio/video files are so popular, and why popper drains are practically begged for by faggots in findom.
Well, Master Toople shared an experience he recently had with a faggot that started out as a non-sexual encounter.
You would like how I hynoed and overloaded one of my fags senses through just smell and sight. Like all my trained fags, he was ready to serve and worship when I arrived at the gym, but why not test his impulse, I thought. I gave him my commands; he was not to touch, feel, lick, or talk, only to see and smell.
Through the two hours gym session, I teased him. Push his head between my legs so he could smell my musk and pre and remnants of earlier loads today. Spread my legs where he hovered just under my bulge, staring right at my cock bulged out and taking in deep breaths. Looking back at my eyes and back to my bulge. Halfway, I would take out my cock and let it hang over his face, and even when my pre dripped on him, he obeyed my command not to lick. His gaze turned more and more stupefied and his breathing got more erratic, just from staring and smelling my cock for two hours.
You might be thinking, how was I able to hold back my alpha aggressiveness and virile instinct to fuck him. The very act that my cocks presence was enough to overwhelm his senses was able to keep me from pinning him on a weight bench and pile driving his throat or pussy.
I drove home. And the whole time, I had my cock free bouncing against the steering wheel, while he sat fixated at my cock. His face was already of absolutely cock drunkenness, and his panting was telling me just how much he was craving to taste, to touch my cock. But I was far from done.
I made the fag watch me while I throat fucked my house slut into a choking, spitting mess, and then an hour long onslaught of pounding his muscled pussy. I didn’t acknowledge the fags presence, didn’t look in his direction, but I knew he could not shift his sight away from where he knelt. As I had basically edged myself for three hours, the load I unleashed in my house slut was monumental. The long soft moan my house slut made when I pulled my hard cock out and my cum followed out like a flow…but my fag still remained obedient and didn’t moan out either at the sight, although I could sense he was near breaking point.
I sat down on the sofa, put on the news, and told my house slut to plug the fag and bring it in front of me. The way my house slut limped, and my cum pouring down his legs, fuck I wanted to mount him again but the fag was my plaything first. My slut obeyed me to the T, I didn’t give the fag any recognition as he knelt on a huge dildo in front of me with my cummy, dripping cock rising like a mountain in front of him.
That went on for an hour. My house slut served me some snacks and drinks, at one point I forced his head back into my cock and gave him a sloppy skull fuck but released him and told him to rest. The fag in front of me got increasingly agitated, I could hear his wet pussy squelching against the dildo as he couldn’t resist riding back on it, his panting and heaving was getting more volatile and his breath was getting hotter against my balls and cock.
Finally I looked at him. His eyes were dilated like I had used him multiple rounds, his nose was flared, his cheeks flushed red, and his mouth agape, tongue loose and drooling. His face was streaked in my constant dripping of pre and the cum from my house sluts prior breeding. But he let it smear all over, his eyes were completely locked onto my cock. I had completely broken and overloaded his sensory limits through sheer sight, smell, and presence of my cock. And he had never looked more cock hungry.
All I did was tap my cock on his face, almost covering it with my size, and he went into shakes like he was being cunted. I finally talked to him, told him if he wanted my cock. I got an incoherent moan as a reply, which meant he was already in that fagged state of being half conscious.
I didn’t even get to his throat. I slammed his huge hunky body to the floor, whipped out the dildo, and drove my cock into his clenching, begging pussy. Oh how he spasmed and weakly tossed his head. His eyes became even more unfocused, and his body jumped even more as I bored through his second cunt. He had never been more ragdolled as I choked pounded him all over my living room. He had never looked more delirious and gaped out when I pulled out after breeding him. He was a heap in the floor, barely conscious, but the most satisfied look in his face as his eyes kept rolling white.
You know me as the adrenaline, powerful breeder, but sometimes I like to indulge myself with absolutely brain fucking a fag through nothing but my presence. I finished with the fag not even an hour ago. My house slut has been servicing my cock with his throat since, and once I’m done messaging you, his cunt is going to receive a second round of pounding.
It may seem odd that a prolific breeder like Master Toople would even bother with an hours-long mind fuck session.
But here’s the thing to remember about Alphas – they love to see how their POWER and their PRESENCE alone causes people to crumble and submit! That’s why you’ll see Alphas stare into an inferior’s eyes at a bar and smile at them … they’re observing the effect of their charisma in real time.
Master Toople already knows what his cock and balls do to faggots. But he was able to enjoy the sight of this faggot getting cock drunk on just his SCENT.
That kind of power that arises simply by existing goes beyond any other kind of power!
Hi Sam. I’m 24 years old, I live in Poland, and I’m a trans woman.
I’ve been listening to your podcast since 2021 and I’ve been into hierarchy since I was 15. I’ve always been very feminine and attracted dominant men. At some point, I decided to transition because I wanted to fit in and not be bullied for being a sissy faggot.
But these things still turn me on. I met my Master in 2023 and I’ve been serving him since then.
However, I feel like he was more sexually attracted to me when I was a more effeminate faggot. Now, I’m an attractive woman.
On one hand, I feel good about my femininity, but I miss the adrenaline and the sexual tension.
Sometimes I think about detransitioning so he would use me more intensely again, and so I could feel like a pathetic slut again. I miss that.
But he doesn’t want to be in a relationship with a man. Not even a trans woman. He’s forcing himself to look for a woman, even though he prefers men. He wants to be accepted by our intolerant society.
I’m not really sure what I’m asking you for. Maybe some advice.
Should I leave him, or should I adapt to his needs?
I don’t know what to do.
Thanks for the question!
Your situation is a little confusing, I must say, and I mostly blame your Master for this. Let’s see … your Master DOESN’T want to be in a relationship with a Man, nor a trans woman … but he’s now looking for a relationship with a woman??? Can you hear how ridiculous that sounds?
I don’t see why you should be suffering just because your Master is buried deep in the closet and terrified of living his truth. You already have enough issues to handle just being a trans woman in today’s world!
So I’m guessing that you haven’t been surgically-altered during this transition (since you said you can detransition)? Since you said you would be happier as a faggot, why not just leave this Master, detransition into a faggot, and live more happily? Why go through all of this complication?
I’m not sure if that really helps. Yours is a complicated situation. I recommend you simply things.
“Fåggots crave subjugation” is a subtitle @CashAlphaHolden places at the beginning of this video.
But it’s always important to remember Newton’s Third Law Of Motion: ACTION = EQUAL/OPPOSITE REACTION.
So it is in Hierarchy: Alphas crave subjugating.
Why is this important to remember? Faggots are often conditioned to believe they have nothing to really offer Men. However, this is not true! Faggots offer Men an opportunity to feel absolute power in a way they cannot experience solely with females. This power is something Alphas deeply crave, especially once they’ve tasted it.
Alphas and faggots are the absolute opposite ends of the Hierarchical pendulum. They attract each other. They depend on each other.
So to all the faggots out there, do not shrink back. Submit yourselves bravely, and Alphas will know exactly how to use you!
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.
I wanted to write again because I feel more confused than ever. As of now I know I’m no longer an alpha, since I last wrote, I have served my frat friend and I can’t deny that an alpha would not do these things and it keeps playing on loop in my mind.
Earlier today we were supposed to hit the gym together but he invited me into his room and told me “How about you just rub and massage my soles, they’re so sore”. This was the first time I’ve ever worshipped feet so I was scared but for some reason I started growing hard feeling up his feet and smelling the stench coming off. Then he took off his shirt and said “God I’m so sweaty my pits and feet are drenched wish I had something to clean it all up” and looked at me in the eyes while I was rubbing his feet but I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact. He ended up telling me “You’re so obedient because you’re a faggot who wants to be used right” and forced me to look up at him. In that moment I felt so aroused I was fighting my cock from becoming too hard that he somehow read through my masculine facade but also how easy he manhandled me. But when he kept telling me “admit you’re a faggot” and “say yes sir I’m a faggot” and “come fucking faggot just admit who youre a faggot to me” I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I felt so bad for disobeying but even though I was so turned on submitting to him I dont know if I’m a faggot. I think I enjoy submitting to strong men like him but I don’t know if I want to be a faggot or if I am close to just being a beta instead. It feels to much is happening with my identity at once and while I want to keep serving him I don’t know if I can tell him all of this. I’m scared of telling him or admitting I’m a faggot because what if he tells other people and no one ever respects me anymore. I just dont know how to satisfy my cravings as i want ti say for him because I can’t deny I got so much harder in that session worshipping me him than ever without putting my image or myself at risk. If you have any advice Sam on how to proceed I would appreciate it.
Well, I must tell you that this isn’t as surprising to me as it is to you. You see, this frat Alpha friend of yours knows you’re a faggot (as I said in the previous post) and he’s interested in taking ownership of you. I know how Alphas operate, so this game he’s playing with you is a bit like a cat playing with a rabbit before it eats the rabbit.
Alphas are excellent hunters – the best on the planet, really – and you’re the most vulnerable prey imaginable … prey that refuses to acknowledge they’re prey.
This Alpha is BOLDLY confronting you about what you are, yet here you are defiantly trying to hold onto something you never had. He’s giving you an opportunity to free yourself – he’s practically BEGGING for you to do it – and you won’t take it.
I occasionally work with @MasterA_2022 on X-Spaces to help faggots openly admit that they’re faggots, some saying it for the very first time. The results are sometimes dramatic, with faggots WEEPING after they say it to the group!
I tell you that to let you know that I do understand your struggle. I know it’s not easy to accept. But I also know the freedom that awaits you on the other side of that admission. You’re desperately trying to maintain a façade that was never real.
Here’s the thing: this Alpha clearly wants to free you from this burden as well. He sees what you are, what your purpose is, and how you’ve trapped yourself in lies. He’s offering a way out, a way to safely become what you were born to be. That is RARE, my friend!
You mention that you’re afraid he might tell other people. You need to remember that he’s under the same social pressure you are (it’s just different because he’s Alpha). He likely doesn’t want it getting around that he seduced a faggot.
Look, if you’re ever going to experience true fulfillment in your life, you must eventually trust a Man with your truth. Otherwise, you’re going to spend your life bottled-up and increasingly petrified of trying.
You’re young now. You’re at your most energetic, vibrant, and beautiful. So is this Alpha. Now is the time to let go of stigmas and the judgments of others, and simply LIVE IN TRUTH!
This Alpha is banging on your door. It’s time to open that door, and let him in!
College Alphas need easy holes to dump loads into. It’s a proven fact.
Every generation of college Alphas try faggot holes and their minds are blown. Why? Because they had no idea sex could be that easy and so hot. The experience improves the rest of their lives.
If you don’t learn anything else in college, you’d at least learn this hierarchical truth that will supply you endless amounts of power!
I’ve always found it odd that Alphas will piss on faggots and then use them sexually. The Alphas who pissed on me always did it after they were finished using me. Of course, this fag mostly swallowed the piss, so I guess that’s a little different.
Here’s a collection of verbal Alphas enjoying the submission and oral service of their faggots! Always talk to your faggots! Your words trigger a part of their brain and it makes them even hungrier for your cock and your cum!
Hey brother sam, i recently started servicing an Alpha who is straight but he wants to suck on my faggot cock. Like you, i really don’t like the idea of my faggot cock being sucked by an Alpha but he insists. i forwarned Him, that having my cock sucked on gives me no pleasure, and that while i preferred He not suck it, He was free to do so as He is an Alpha and i am a lowly faggot. He asked me if i thought i could cum while He sucks me and i told him that i doubted it. He said He wants to suck my faggot cock anyway. i said that He should do as He pleases, but that i probably wouldn’t cum. His response was, “Then I won’t feel bad if you don’t cum.” i reassured him that it was my issue if i couldn’t cum and that He was in no way responsible for my not cumming. He said he was ok with that and said that He would suck on my faggot cock anyway.
my question brother sam, is whether i handled this correctly. i think that as an Alpha He can do what He pleases and so i decided to let Him suck me even though i wouldn’t be comfortable in letting Him do so. i’m thinking that while He sucks on my faggot cock i will try visualizing myself sucking on Him at the same time, so maybe, i can be erect at least.
Have you ever encountered a straight Alpha that wanted to taste a faggot’s cum? How would you handle this situation?
Thanks in advance brother sam!
Thanks for the question!
My first question is this: why do you think this guy is a true Alpha? There are a lot of gays out there pretending to be Alpha (or are confused into thinking they’re Alpha) whose true colors come out once they get a faggot alone.
Even gay Alphas that I know don’t suck dick, get fucked, or do much ass play. Think about that. And even more telling is this “Alpha’s” insistence on sucking your dick. Very strange.
As you mention, I HATE when anyone does anything with my penis. That’s why it’s so nice being caged. I think most faggots agree with us about this, too. We are simply not wired to want that or enjoy it.
If I were you, I’d lose this guy. I think he’s a fake, and he’s also inconsiderate. There are true Alphas out there to serve. I wouldn’t waste time on this one.
The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Ethan’s last update detailed his first day of sexual service to his new Owner, a black God Alpha named King Karter. That first day found him doing a lot of domestic service, capped by a lengthy, brutal throat fuck and copious feeding of his new Master’s load.
And King Karter set a timetable of a week to allow Ethan (now named #5, the fifth in-house faggot owned by him) to prepare himself to be fucked. Even as someone who has been fucked many times by huge black Alphas, this promise by King Karter sounded ominous.
All week I fielded questions from a slightly-panicked Ethan, and I tried my best to keep Ethan emotionally on-track and focused on going through with this ceremonial breeding. I feel every faggot needs to be bred by Alpha cock at least once in their life in order to actually know what it’s like to surrender that most personal gift to a superior Man. Ethan wouldn’t be complete until King Karter definitively cemented his claim on his latest faggot.
But this wasn’t to be just a fuck. King Karter set out to cunt Ethan in the most dramatic way imaginable!
Prepare yourself!
I am sorry I didn’t email you last night! I meant to email you as soon as I got back to my dorm, but I felt so tired and sore, I needed to just crash! It started yesterday morning (Saturday), I went to #3’s apartment. He said he would help me prep. # 3 helped me clean shave my faggot hole, and helped me trim everything else, and clean me out and had me fuck myself with a few medium and larger dildos, to get me ready before I came to our King’s place. Then I took some time to clean out a bit more of my pussy when I got there. He also gave me some good advice, similar to yours, “Just let him take control, and submit to him, let him do what ever he wants to your body and, just submit and be the faggot you were born to be.” I thanked him for everything he has done to help me and for introducing me to King Karter.
I got to King Karter’s place around 11 am. After I got changed into my cage, I went to the bathroom and cleaned out one more time. I was so nervous at this point. I took my place kneeling at his chair. He was watching TV, a movie, I think. He instructed me to do a few chores, but I had to put a large plug into myself while working. He had me do it in front of him. Fucking myself a little with it, and lick it clean and sliding it back in. After cleaning and folding some of his laundry that was left by #1 from the previous day, as well as watering the plants. I was on my knees in front of him again.
He told me that after today, I will belong to him, my body and soul. That no mater where I go, who fucked my pussy, and or if he lets me go or sells me off, he will always own me. That when I comeback from the summer break I will be whored out, like the others. That he is free to sell my pussy to any alpha that wants it. I no longer have any sex rights. Whatever sex I will ever have will be at his choice and for his benefit, and that is all.
Even though I knew all this from day one and going into becoming a faggot to an Alpha like King Karter. It almost felt more real, like there was no turning back.
I kept my eyes to the floor and said, “Yes, sir, I understand.” He pullled out his already hard cock, and I helped pull his shorts down. He had me sniff his balls and pubes for a long while. All the while he was saying degrading things like “This is the smell of a real man. A faggot like me always gets high on n*ger ball sweat.” He was right, of course. It was like a High. Higher than any drug. The more I smelled and breathed in, the more I needed him, the more submissive I got. The more I needed more of it.
He had me lick his balls and his pubes. Giving him a good tongue bath. At this point, he had the bottle under my nose periodically. Taking a few hits, then hitting his pubes and licking his balls. Then a few more hits of poppers, smelling his balls, and licking and cleaning his pubic hair. As before, he liked me to look up at him. Making eye contact, and he was talking down at me. Making sure I knew my place as his pubic hair and ball cleaner. He would slap and hit the back of my head a few times, but not very hard.
Then he had me look up at him, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue. And he hit the head of his massive dick on my tongue and slid it into my mouth. I sucked on the head for a few moments then he started fucking my mouth just like the previous time, makeing me breath around his dick. Making me choke and gag on it, this time, I could tell he was a bit rougher. Hitting my head harder and putting his hands on my throat. Asking ” Do you want this N*ger Dick?” “You want me to rape you with his fat fucking Dick don’t you FAGGOT?!” and then came another slap on the face or on the back of my head. Even though he was not starting slowly like last time. I was enjoying it. I think I enjoy the rough stuff and the degradation. I can see why you, Sam, have aways said Faggots thrive on this and crave it unlike females. We faggots are born to take the aggressive alpha male instinct and for them to use us as an outlet of their sexual aggression.
I prceeed to let him throat fuck me much like the previous week. He took me to his bedroom. He had me lie on the bed with my head hanging upside down. He throat fucked me more, this time I was gagging and choking, saliva all over my face. He called me a dirty faggot, a throat pussy, and also then started punching me in my chest, abs and balls. When he would punch my in my chest and abs, it would take the breath out of me, he would often do it as he shoved his thick dick back down my throat as deep as he could go. He then pulled out and looked at me for a moment, and got his phone and took a few pics of my face upside down, sliva all over it, and a few with his thick black dick on the side of my face looking up at the phone. I wanted to object, thinking he might post them, but I remembered #3’s and your words about just submitting. I lied there, as he took a few pictures and told me I looked like such a good cock sucking faggot, he wanted to make sure we both rembered this day. Then he took his dick and put it back in my mouth about half way I could tell he was taking a few more pictures but at this point I didn’t care much. I just sucked him in more until his balls were back on my noise and feeling his head so deep down in my gulet.
He pulled me legs up and started pulling in and out my plug, while I still was lying there getting fucked down my throat. He told me to sit up. I sat up and looked at him. he had me clean my face and lick up all the saliva. He then had my legs in the air. While he pulled the plug in and out of my pussy. Then he would stick it in my mouth to suck on it, make sure it was all clean and then put it back into my hole, he did this about 5 or so times.
He had me take 2 bottles of poppers and hit both nostrils a 4 times and lie on my back my legs up and he lubed my pussy and his thick dick up. I put the poppers down, but he told me to keep them close. Then said, “Here we go Faggot!” and then put his dick head against my pussy hole. At first, it was not bad at all. He slid the head in fairly easily. Then it started to be harder after the first few inches. Then it started hurting. I moaned and groaned, he just said. “Take it faggot, Take that N*iger cock.” and just kept pushing into me. I did not mean to, but I think I was fighting it a bit, and he slapped me hard on my face and even punched me in the eye. I think that snapped me out of it into fighting back, and then he pushed harder. He told me to breathe hard. Breath in while he slid out. And give hard breaths out while he is pushing in my pussy. I tried very hard to do as he was instructing, and it did get a bit better, but I still didn’t know how I can take it all, I felt like it was splitting me open, like I was as wide as I can be but he kept pushing, and it kept getting deeper and wider. I looked up at him my eyes watering and he smiled and asked me if I liked being a pussy. Even though I was in pain and didn’t know if I could finish the only words that came out of me were “Yes, Yes I love being a pussy.” and I begged him to fuck me harder. I could hardly believe I said it, it was almost not even me that said it, it was almost subconscious since almost every fiber of my being was screaming get it out of me. It felt like my mind and body were at war. When he was so deep inside of me, it felt as if he hit a wall inside of me, then he kept fucking harder and harder, and then I felt this big POP inside my guts. I felt my eyes roll in the back of my head, and it almost felt as if I was outside my body, then with a few more slaps and pounding, I was back in but almost an out-of-body experience, like I could feel what was happening but almost like it was also to someone else. It is very hard to explain but I think you have described it like that when a fag is cunted, I have never felt anything like that it was almost spiritual in a sense.
He started picking up the pace, fucking me harder and deeper. He told me, to say to him to fuck me, to rape me. Which I repeated louder each time. Then he said with a ferm voice ” Now say, Hit me King, Hit me hard, Hurt me, Hurt this white faggot!” I was a bit scared he slowed down, and He looked like this was a test, like I had to beg him to hurt me. My hands were shaking, and I grabbed the sheets, and I said it. I think it was too soft for him, and he told me he couldn’t hear me, so I said it louder. “Say it like You mean it Faggot, so that the world could hear it, hear what you are.” I repeated it much louder over and over again, “Hit me, King Karter,” then he back-handed me so hard it stunned me. He said “Say it again faggot!” I said it again. He back-handed me again on the other cheek. I asked him to hurt me. Then he puched me in the ribs on both sides and started fucking me so hard, it was hard to breath. He grabbed my hair and kept hitting my face with his open hand. And asked me if I want this, “Is this what you want faggot? Do you want this really?!” I kept saying, “yes, yes, please, please hurt me. Hurt this white faggot!” He kept getting harder a few times, punching with his fist in my face. All the while, I just let it happen. Even though it was hurting, it was almost like I was absorbing him into me. It is hard to say, like normally, one would think you would want to fight it off or try to run. But every blow he gave me, every time his dick slid deeper in me, it was like I was obserbing a part of him. IDK,,,, I don’t know how to explain it. I mean, I guess playing football since I was like 9, so I was very accustomed to getting hit. Maybe on some level, that helped train me or help me like it or something. idk.
He pulled out of me and told me to suck him clean and with out hesitation my mouth sucked in his dick. Sucking it and loving the taste. I could defantly taste my pussy on him. I was suprised because I thought there would be blood the way he was fucking me so hard, but there wasn’t. He had me then get in doggy position my ass almost off the bed and he slide back in this time it was not hard at all, he said my pussy was gapping now. I could only imagine what it looked like, haha. He countinued to fuck me hard, pullin my hair. And hitting my sides. I kept asking him “to fuck my pussy.” “I needed his huge black dick” “His huge N*ger meat.” now I was opening saying it without him coaching me. He hit me in the back of the head a few times with his fist while holding my hair. And then I was only asking for him to hit me again. I think he liked that becuse he hit me harder, and picked up the fucking pace. After a few minutes, he poped his hard dick out of my cunt and told me to get it back into my mouth, It was like somthing took over me, somthing down deep, and it was shouting begging for him to hurt me, and fuck me! He had me suck him clean again. He fucked my throat hard, then had me get back on my back with my legs up.
He was fucking me like before my legs on his sholders, or as wide as I could spread them. He was fucking me now with out any discomfort or restaince he was sliding into my pussy easly, and it felt so good I could feel my dick so hard in my small cage it was uncomfortable but felt so good in there at the sametime. He slapped me a few times more and punched me. He just took it and I could tell he wanted me to ask for it more so I begged for it again, for him to hurt me, and he smiles and says good faggot, and hit me harder. By now, I can feel my face starting to swell up, feel all hot, and hurt a bit, but honestly, I didn’t care at all!
He asked me if I wanted his babies inside my pussy. I said, “yes” I beggeed and begged for him to fill my pussy with his black babies. He put his hand around my neck and started choking me. Not really on my wind pipe, but more on the sides of my neck, I think I might have passed out a few times, because everything would start to get black and fuzzy, and then I would notice my body shaking and spaming all of a sudden. Then he shouted, “Ohh fuck Ohh FUCK HERE IT COMES, IM GOING TO NUT IN YOUR PUSSY FAGGOT, OOhh Fuckkk!!!” and then I could feel him pumping inside of me. I could feel it hitting my insides and filling me up. I felt my eyes roll in my head again. I don’t know if it was from the lack of blood to my brain, because he was grabbing my neck hard again, or what, but again it felt as if god himself had come into my. I guess you can say he did lol!
King then collapsed on top of me, it was hard to breathe again with all his weight on me until he was able to calm down. And lay on the bed, and pulled out of me. It felt as if I was missing something, as if he pulled my soul out of my body, and I was such an empty husk. He told me to clean him off while waving his semi hard dick. I went down immediately and pulled it in my mouth and sucked and nuserd on it. Licking it clean, sucking and licking the cunt slime and sweat and seed off his pubs. I licked and cleaned every centimeter. It tasted so good. I almost forgot the emptiness inside of me. Then he pulled me back up to his pit and had me lick and smell his left armpit. He had me suck the hair, lick it and smell it. All the same time, he would run his right hand and his fingers through my hair. And pushing my head deeper into his armpit.
He stroked my head and hair while I sucked and sniffed while he talked to me. He said I was no longer a man. He said, “What man would let another man do that to him?” He went on while stroking my head, “No man, No Real Man, would let another man rape him like that, would let him hurt them like that, Would suck his own cunt slime off another man’s dick like that!” “That isn’t a real man, is it?” That’s when something hit me, it felt like a train hitting me. I started thinking about my life, like my family, my friends, playing football, how I act around everyone else, my future, maybe getting married, having a “normal gay family, kids,” knowing it was all a lie, that I would never have that life any more, like everyone else. And knowing what they would think if they saw what just happened. Then it felt as if a dam broke, and I started crying. I mean, I never cry! Like, I think the last time I cried like hard like this was when I was like 8 and my dog died. But since then, I never cried. Maybe teared up a bit now and then, but never really, really cried. And to be honest, it felt just like that, like someone died. King went on. “Yes Faggot, let it out! Let your fake manhood out. You were never really a real man. Just a fake one. Think how they would all look at you now, your mom, dad, and sister. Family, friends, your teammates. They wouldn’t understand the real you. This is the Real you. The real you is just a Faggot, It’s only need is to service cock, and men!” I cried harder under his armpit, “I own you now faggot, where ever you go in life, I’m in your bloodstream, I own your faggot body and you faggot soul!, What ever man or alpha ever fucks you or breeds you or owns you, it won’t matter, this faggot will always be owned by me, will belong to me, you understand that faggot!” Now I was balling at this point. His words felt so true, but also felt like a hot knife stabbing my soul. I know what he was saying was so true! I cried and cried, his pit hair soaked in my tears. Like on cue he knew what I was thinking becuse after that he said, “That part of you that thought you were a real man, is dead now, he never really exsted he was a lie, a dead lie now, because, a real man would not let another man hit him, fuck his throat, his pussy, put a cage on his dick and dink his piss… No only faggots do that don’t they. And that is what you are, aren’t you! A Real Faggot!” I did not answer him, just nodded under his arm, and cried. He kept stroking my hair. I felt like I had a hole in my heart, in my soul, and I wanted him to fill it. All I could do was smell his scent, which almost filled that missing piece. As I calmed down he pulled me to his left peck and I sucked on it almost like nursing on it like a new born baby would to his mother. Then I could feel it, it was almost a second birth. I shuddered and spasmed. He was rubbing my back and my chest, pinching my nipples, and my face, and he had me look up at him. My eyes were almost swollen shut, well, my left side felt like it. I looked up, he wiped some of my tears on his fingers and started to lick them off, like drinking my tears, and I felt so close to him, I lay there for a few moments.
Then he got up, he told me almost coldly, like we did not share that moment, like it was all business again. He said he was going to take a shower. That I was to clean myself up, wash my body, and then strip the bed, and put it in the clothes hamper. That #1 would be there tonight to clean it. I felt so hurt like I didn’t want him to leave, like he was ripping out of my cunt again, and agian I felt so empty. He went into the shower and closed the door. I felt the empty part again, and I looked down. There was cum all over my stomach and chest. I was in such shock! I knew he came inside of me, in my pussy and at first I could not understand whos cum that was. Then I realized it must have been mine! I did not even reamber cumming. I don’t know when I did it, was it while he was fucking me, or when I was in his armpit? I was confused. But licked it up! Which got me the idea, I wanted to tast his cum so u fingered myself pushing deep inside of me and pulling as much out as I could, I put it to my mouth and sucked and sucked it tasted so good!
I did as he commanded and pulled the sheets off and cleaned up, and I uncadged myself, and got dressed. As I was finished dressing, I could hear the shower stop. Part of me wanted to stay there to see if he wanted anything else, but I thought my orders were clear and I had better go.
It takes me about 45 minutes to an hour to drive back to the dorm. I never even turned on my phone to listen to music. I just sat there in silence. When I was about 3/4 of the way there, I was thinking about everything that happened. Then all of a sudden it felt like I was back in his bed, under his armpit, and it felt like a big rush. I started crying again. Like a hit in the gut! Maybe not as hard as before, but still hard. I could not stop and hold it in again. I had to drive to a Target parking lot. I parked on the outside, far away from other cars. I sat there crying hard, all the feelings came back, that feeling of loss. That I will never have the life that I thought I would have, that my family wanted me to have, like having a family, being in a normal relationship (even though they thought it would be a heterosexual one) How would my family, my mom, dad, my cousins would look at me, my freinds they would never understand. What I really was. I felt like I lied all my life, and I know I guess I did. It just felt like this huge, huge, tremendous loss, like a part of my heart died that day, that afternoon.
Then, when I was starting to calm down again, after about 20 minutes, I realized my fag dick was so Rock hard in my sweats. Like my dick was harder then it ever had been, almost hurting hard. Straining, it felt so hard! I quickly pulled it out and started betting off! I shoved my fingers under me, up my hole and just imagined Kings dick inside of me again, fucking me again. I did not even think about anyone seeing me, good thing I parked away from every other cars, because I had no other thoughts at the time. I was fingering my cunt so deep, 3 fingers in and deep, and jerking! All I could do was think of him on top of me. fucking the shit out of me hitting me, Using me and calling me names saying the most awful things about me. I even pressed my hand on my face, and slapped myself a bit, even though it hurt because it was swollen. But it didn’t matter, it just all took me back to him, and I shot a huge! HUGE! Shoot of cum all over the steering wheel and dashboard, and some even hit the whindsheild. I calmed down again, I felt so fulfilled, like this was who and what I was truly meant to be. I was so content. After a minute, I pulled up my pants and cleaned up, and started to drive off out of the parking lot. At the light, just as you leave, I sat there. I debated whether or not I should go back to King Karters’ place. I wanted to go back so badly. It was like a magnetic pull, pulling me to him. But at the last minute, I remembered that he said to clean up and go. He did not need my services anymore. I had to fight myself on turning right instead of left. And went back to the dorm. Do you think I made the right decision? Or should I have gone back? I just felt so much that I should be back there. But I followed his orders.
I got back. I texted # 3 as soon as I got back, but he was working, so I had to wait until this morning to talk to him. I also had intended to email you as soon as I got home, but I was so tired and sore, I needed to go to bed, and didn’t have a chance until this afternoon.
This is about as extraordinary of an account of cunting as I’ve ever read (and maybe anyone has ever experienced!). It’s pretty clear that King Karter knows EXACTLY what he’s doing when he fucks faggots!
I must say that King Karter has his faggots trained very well. I loved that #3 took the time to help Ethan prep for his cunting session! Faggot cooperation in a house doesn’t always happen naturally. It’s clear that all of the faggots belonging to King Karter obey him to the letter!
As described by Ethan, King Karter has expert technique when it comes to manipulating the faggot into a position (physically and mentally) to be penetrated and used. It was perfect the way King Karter kept talking to Ethan and keeping him distracted while at the same time getting his giant dick lubed up for fucking.
Like many black Alphas, King Karter predictably loves lots of verbal (and race play). Race play is good to use on a faggot because it shocks them and makes them off-balance. We are naturally scared to call a black Alpha a “nigger”, so it’s hard to do. But this tremolo of fear makes the fuck even more intense.
I was quite upset at how badly King Karter beat Ethan during the fuck. I’m sure I understand why Ethan needs to be punched in the eyes to the point of nearly being swollen shut, especially when he’s severely vulnerable. But of course, I’m not a Man nor an Alpha, and I’m not violent in any way. How could I understand? I just wish it didn’t need to happen.
The cunting itself was almost textbook: Ethan’s shaking, the inner convulsions, the spontaneous orgasm, the delirium, and the dramatic bursting into tears.
What was most beautiful was the aftercare King Karter provided Ethan in those moments after the cunting. He anticipated it! By allowing his newly-cunted faggot to comfort itself in the scent of his armpit, King Karter proved what a skilled and intelligent Master he truly is!
Ethan had a few post-cunting questions for me:
My first question: Why didn’t I feel it when I came? This was the first time I came in chastity, so I don’t know if that is what made it feel different or when a faggot is cunted does cumming feel different then just jerking off?
The answer to this question involves the involuntary clenching of muscles while having the internal orgasm common during cunting. In that moment, a faggot is only half-present/conscious, so an orgasm is the last thing on the faggot’s mind. When there is such profound sensory overload, the ruined ejaculate of a faggot’s cock is the last thing anybody’s thinking about!
Sam, the other question is about aftercare. Is it normal for faggots to cry like that and so hard. Also, why did I need to cry again when I was driving home? Did I not let it all out while I was with my King? Was I holding back from him? Do you think I got it all out now? I think I got it all out, especially the second time. But I thought so the first time, too. Was there something I was missing or lacking? Do you think I will act like that all the time or at least the first few times? I do not want to seem like an even weaker faggot then I already am in front of my King?
Thank you, Sam! -#5
Ethan’s sudden outburst of tears is a common side-effect of cunting. King Karter anticipated it, and provided aftercare. In other words, I don’t think it offends King Karter at all.
The theories around why faggots cry once they’re cunted are many and varied. I felt like crying after it happened to me the first time mainly because it scared me so much that I felt a breathless exhilaration. Other faggots have expressed feeling overwhelming gratitude for the gift of being cunted and that feeling made them cry. Some have said that they cried over the fact that they can never go back and be a Man ever again.
Like I said, every faggot comes away with a different perspective!
As I was writing this, Ethan wrote to me and said the following:
I have also been thinking about it all today. I think another reason I was emotional was that I finally felt like I belonged somewhere and to someone, like I don’t have to worry about anything anymore. Like, he will take the responsibility off my hands. Help me make choices such as making sure I am on Prep and to stay in school and get the best education. Even though most people would say they would not want someone to tell them what to do or who and when to have sex with, like I don’t have to worry about it. About getting turned down. or having to date someone that I always fight with. And I feel like he will take care of me. #3 told me since meeting King, his life is so much clearer, and he has a lot less stress because he leaves most big decisions in his life to King Karter, and #3 says he always knows the best answers to solve a problem. King Karter will make the distinctions for me, and I think that makes it life a bit easier. I know some people would not understand. In a way, it also helps take some pressure off me, you know. I think that was another part of it, too.
Is it normal for someone to cry twice like I did? Why do you think I had that reaction so much later on? And do you think that part is over? I won’t be emotional like that every time, right? I think I am still processing it, even though it was a few days ago. Every time I do, I have this strong need to go back there and get on my knees for him, but I am not scheduled to do it. until this weekend.
Thanks, Sam, I didn’t think it was such mind mind-blowing account. I thought you would have heard almost everything by now.
I think Ethan makes a great point here. Faggots are not really designed to be autonomous and thinking for themselves. There is a lot of pressure on a free-range faggot, pressure it is not capable of handling well. Having a Master as capable as King Karter provides a faggot like Ethan security and direction.
Ethan asks if this kind of crying is “normal”. When it comes to cunting, one must toss “normal” aside! The most important aspect of being cunted is that the faggot loses itself and surrenders to the “normal” sensations of its body in that moment.
Cunting is something deeply intimate that a Master shares with his faggot, and a faggot shares with its Master. An Alpha that cunts his faggot reaches the deepest part of his faggot and plucks a string inside it, setting off a chain reaction of wondrously harmonious music that cascades through the faggot’s body and mind and releases all of the treasures hidden within.
Like a musical lock, picked by an Alpha’s cock.
Last Saturday, King Karter emptied Ethan’s vault in the most dramatic of ways!
One of the red-hot trends on social media right now is what I like to call The Alpha Aesthetic. It’s a very hierarchical elevation of Alphahood to its rightful place in society.
Possibly the leader of this new spotlight on Alphahood is the incomparable black Alpha Ashton Hall. Incredibly muscular, extremely successful, and disciplined beyond belief, Hall has taken social media by storm with his iconic, well-edited clips.
Here’s one example:
A lot of attention goes to young Alpha leaders in business. For instance, Hudson Cosper is an Alpha who works in brand scaling and is a multi-millionaire by age 20.
The absolute GOAT among young Alpha entrepreneurs is the incomparable Iman Gadzhi. I’ve been following his rise to God Alpha of e-commerce for years, and it has been stunning. He is worshiped everywhere he goes.
Everywhere you look, in every space, there are Alphas being followed and extolled for their extraordinary qualities. Even the cooking space has an Alpha like Wolf leading in it:
It’s just funny to me how so many people deny Alphahood, dismissing it as “lame” or a “joke”, but then they follow these Alphas obsessively without making the mental connection.
Meanwhile, these high-profile Alphas are setting an aesthetic standard of excellence for their Alpha brethren.
And the world celebrates it.
Why? Because subconsciously everyone knows that such exquisite and elite living belongs to them, because HIERARCHY (programmed into all of us) demands it.
And Alphas will always achieve it while we, at their feet, cheer them on!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Master Anthony is one of the most extraordinary finds since this site has been rebuilt. A straight Alpha with movie star good looks and an effervescent joy of Alphahood radiating from him, Master Anthony has no problem pulling women and fucking them.
But his life took a radical turn when his friend Fabien unexpectedly submitted to him and offered himself as his personal faggot. Since that moment, an entire new world of absolute power opened up to him and he has ascended to levels of glory and pleasure that he ever imagined was possible.
All because he took ownership of a great faggot like Fabien!
Like any growing God Alpha, Master Anthony has been training his lieutenant Alphas of his Alpha Pack how to own and use their own faggots, and some of them have taken to ownership with just as much eagerness as Master Anthony! Two of his best Alpha friends, Henri and Charles, have taken faggots of their own and are also growing powerful under Master Anthony’s guidance. It’s been incredible to witness!
Master Anthony recently went on vacation with these two Alphas, and they were accompanied by their three faggots (Fabien, Clement, and Basile). Fabien already wrote about this trip RIGHT HERE, but Master Anthony wanted to add some Alpha perspective about the trip.
As always, it’s invaluable insight into the Alpha psyche:
Hey boy!
I saw that Fabien told you about our wonderful last vacation! My bros and I have had such a great time, playing, swimming, surfing, flirting and fucking girls, and ordering around three slaves at our beck and call!
You know, I can’t believe I’m saying that, but I think I truly love my house slave. He and I are a perfect symbiosis. He obeys my every wish, every gesture, every glance. Often, he even knows what I want before I say it, even before I know it myself! I love being bossy and pushy with him, but I can’t help showing him affection now and then. Hey, a superior man like me has also some tenderness in him! It’s only right that I care for my devoted, hard working serving boy!
Yesterday, as I was fucking him hard, face to face, I leaned over his face and gave him a true French kiss. The poor boy was in complete shock! I laughed so hard seeing him completely in ecstasy, all he could say was “Oh God, God, God…” So fucking adorable!
Oh and by the way, some days ago, as I was having breakfast in bed, Fabien gave a big loving kiss to my toe and said “That’s from my big brother Sam who sends his adoration for you, Master”. You inferior males are so funny! You wish so hard you could be serving me and worshipping me hey, sam? Well, keep praising my glory, I like that. You’re a good boy!
It’s impossible to not love Master Anthony. He’s so confident in everything that he does that he can do something like French kiss his faggot while he’s fucking him and it’s just play. He’s still the same straight Alpha he was before he took ownership of Fabien. This is simply a natural extension of his growing power, which he shrugs off with an affability that is almost confounding. He’s something absolutely unique!
I questioned Master Anthony about his development of fellow Alphas Henri and Charles. He responded beautifully:
Henri and Charles are LOVING having slaves as much I as do! And yeah I like to encourage them to try new things. Thank to me they tested the position of stomping on the head of a submissive while fucking it! That’s one of my favorites!
I also introduced Charles to double penetration with his slave. It was cool, especially as his (faggot) needs to be put in line a bit LOL
My favorite moment was with two chicks brought back from the beach. One kissed my mouth, another worshipped my cock, while two stooges (faggots) licked my feet! I felt crazy! In such moments, I realize I’m really a God!
I LOVE TO BE A MAN !
I cannot tell you how blessed I feel as both a student and teacher of Hierarchy to know a young God Alpha like Master Anthony. He’s so open and honest and full of life and power. He’s just a breathtaking example of how hierarchy transforms straight Alphas into more than they could ever know otherwise!
The following post is part of a thread following the development of 25-year-old Master Chris, a natural-born Alpha raised hierarchically by his mother. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’m constantly amazed at the number of stories I receive about parents who recognized and respected hierarchical roles in the development of their sons. They see Alphahood or faghood in them and encourage their development along those lines, guided by innate understanding of the unchangeableness of these roles. It’s truly incredible, and I’m always eager for more proof of this.
I recently heard from an Alpha named Master Chris. I’ve had some conversations with him in the past, but it has been a little while since we’d talked. However, he felt compelled to write to me when he read the extraordinary account of Master Lucas and his mother Sophie. That story has rattled a lot of cages since it debuted, but Master Chris’s story directly parallels it.
we briefly chatted on Discord shortly before the discord server went offline and I’m just now finding out that your podcast + website is back online.
I’m writing you because the story of Lucas deeply resonates with my past. I’m 25 now, but I was a teenager who tried navigating through life as an alpha just like he is. Very much reminded of my thoughts and circumstances back then: My mother didn’t have the knowledge about hierarchy or any resources to gain then (12 years ago, the online kink community was just getting started). But she used to call herself a “lioness”, especially when it came to defending me. She was a great role model, taught me to find a way to get what I want. On one hand, she wanted me to treat everyone with respect, but on the other hand, she disrespected “males” that quote-unquote “rest on having a dick in their pants”. I like to think that I would’ve gotten much more shit for being forceful if it wasn’t for my queer identity. I kissed boys and girls alike in the school yard and that took that “testosterone monster” narrative off of me. I could essentially do whatever I pleased, no one wanted to tell classmates or teachers that the “queer kid” teaches them a lesson or two. Not that adults would’ve believed it: I never gave a fuck about what society thought was suitable for me based on my gender or not. My mom knew I would make the rules, not follow them. She embraced that. I would’ve figured certain things out much easier (without that much trial and error) if I had a role model, a resource to turn to.
That’s why I applaud Lucas and his mom for realizing that there’s no need to panic or rush things… but being understood as a teenager is THE thing everyone wishes for. My mom thought I was a pay-back type of lad and assumed they deserved harsh treatment because I was just “defending” myself. I went along with it. It was alright, but it would’ve been even better if everyone knew that I was just assuming my rightful position in life, that it didn’t have anything to do with being petty or cruel.
My advice to young alphas? “Focus on one thing at a time. It’s the hardest part if the entire world is at your mercy.”
Like Sophie, Master Chris’s mother was a “lioness” who fiercely (though unconsciously) enforced hierarchical values in Master Chris. Even though he identified as “queer”, that didn’t diminish his power over inferiors straight or gay.
It just really demonstrates that these things are baked into our DNA, and therefore an adjustment needs to be made in how these ones are raised in order to account for that!
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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The following post is part of a thread following Master Simon, a divorced Alpha father raising three teen Alpha sons and teaching them about Hierarchy! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Over the years I’ve covered multiple stories of Alpha fathers raising Alpha and faggot sons. I’ve always maintained that, because hierarchy is a natural process, it’s only natural for fathers who have experienced hierarchy in their lives to be keen to pass that knowledge onto their sons. This type of hierarchical grooming gives these sons a huge advantage over other boys their age.
Yet I keep getting shit for covering this phenomenon, even though the preponderance of the evidence shows I’m right! So to those judgmental critics out there, I kindly say: GO FUCK YOURSELVES. I’m going to keep teaching the truth, and leave your sorry asses in darkness!
The latest example of familial hierarchical grooming comes from an Alpha father named Master Simon. He was reading about the recent stories here regarding the rise of teen Alphas like Master Lucas, and felt compelled to share his story as well.
Let’s read what he wrote, and then we’ll discuss:
Hey I am an alpha and a father i have three wonderful sons but i have left my wife after she cheated on me.
I used to use faggots before i met my wife and after a while she told me she was pregnant and i decided to stop using them for a while to focus on being a father. Flash forward 15 years and my wife cheats. I kicked her out the house. Flash forward another two years my sons are now ages 17 and 15 (the 17-year-olds are twins) and all are alphas like their father. I started using faggots again shortly after my wife left me and I have been open about it with my sons and encouraged them to pursue faggots to use in school. I now have found a fag (age 25) who is able to come in and live as a live in fag for me.
But my question: is it okay for me to share a fag with my sons or is that too immoral and weird?
So the first question really involves WHY Alpha fathers are so adamant in sharing the truth about faggots with their Alpha sons? It really comes down to a father wanting the best for his sons. He wants his sons to be predators, to be Kings, to have the inner permission to take whatever they want. An Alpha father who has benefitted from the use and service of faggots naturally wants that benefit for any of his sons.
That’s the motivation behind Master Simon’s mentorship of his sons. Personally, I just think it’s healthy that he’s honest with his sons about his own use of faggots. If nothing else, he’ll be leading an honest life that by itself serves as a good example.
As far as allowing his sons to use his new live-in faggot, of course there’s nothing wrong with that. Faggots exist to serve, and these three teen Alphas exist to conquer and breed just like their father.
But Master Simon was about to find out some shocking information about his sons:
The 25 year old I found at the gym. I noticed he staring a lot at me and after I went to take a shower he followed me and kept eyeing me in the shower. That’s how i knew what to do, so I told him know I what he is and said that we should go out for lunch after the gym (he paid ofc) and then I invited him home while the boys were at school and I think you know the rest.
The boys reaction to me talking about it with them was mixed. The twins told me they have been using fags at school already, but they did not know about hierarchy … they just did what came naturally to them. The 15 year old told me he felt better and bigger than most guys in his class.
I then did something shameful must confess. I don’t know why I did it, but I asked my sons to show me their dicks and compare them in front of me. I guess I wanted to get some sort of dick hierarchy in the house. I know it’s dumb and childish.
And for why I think he would be a live in fag is because I need one since I left my wife the house work has been left for me and I feel that is not the work for an alpha so I asked him about it and he said yes.
That was pretty surprising about the twins already using faggots together, just spurred on by instinct. But Master Simon’s dick-measuring contest with his Alpha sons really took me aback. I’m not a huge advocate of making dick size a really important topic for Alphas to worry about, but I realize among Alphas this is a big deal.
So I asked Master Simon for more detail on this.
Yes the twins used faggots together. They said they use one guy for blow jobs and to do their homework. They said it came naturally but they hid it from me out of fear of me being mad. Little did they know they made me proud!
And for the 15 year old, I don’t know how his mind works. I just know he told me he felt he was just better, but I think he just doesn’t fully understand how he feels yet but idk.
And I was very impressed by their sizes, but I was also taken aback by how my 15 year old son was bigger than me. But I also had a conversation about how size is not everything and to not think much about it.
The twins face fucking a faggot together sounds like straight-up porn stuff, doesn’t it? Of course, kids these days have easy access to any kind of porn they want, so they’re naturally more advanced in terms of fantasy fulfillment!
And I guess Master Simon’s dick-check exposed why the 15-year-old felt like he was “bigger and better” than other males!
So it should be obvious to anyone lurking here that Alphahood is a real condition, one that moves Alpha fathers to make choices for their sons that inferior people cannot understand or accept. But it isn’t anyone’s place to judge these superior Men. They are simply trying to feed their powerful sons all of the knowledge they can so that their sons can go out and conquer the world!
So I applaud Master Simon for being so open and honest with his Alpha sons!
