The following post is part of a thread detailing the admission and submission of a new faggot named Ben to a teen Destroyer Alpha named Grayson. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Being a faggot can be a terrifying experience. We contend with so much in terms of ostracism and derision, not to mention what we go through physically while being used, as well as trying to perform our daily duties while also trying to please demanding Alphas and Masters.

And that’s just when dealing with Protector Alphas! Now multiply that by 100% when it involves Destroyer Alphas.

I will say that Destroyer Alphas are rarer as they age, because of course they mature and start to realize how awful Destroyer Alpha behavior really is. But in their teens and twenties many Alphas exhibit Destroyer tendencies simply due to the excess of everything: they have more testosterone, more energy, more unbridled aggression and arrogance … while simultaneously lacking experience and wisdom and thoughtfulness. Those years are toxic with immature bully attitudes.

My first Alpha Roger (when we were 17) could possibly be considered something of a Destroyer Alpha in that he forced me to be his cocksucker and was always degrading me (of course, I liked it). However, I’ve certainly heard of worse tales of faggots being enslaved and terrorized by Destroyer Alphas in that age range.

But few sink as low as Grayson, the 18-year-old straight Alpha who has recently taken ownership of a college faggot named Ben.

When I wrote about Ben’s first serious encounter with Master Grayson, I chastised Ben for being unwilling to admit he’s a faggot. I had hoped that Master Grayson’s rough treatment of Ben during that encounter might shake Ben loose and help him accept the truth.

But I may have misunderstood Master Grayson’s true machinations. Ben wrote to me tonight and told me what happened this weekend, and it really rattled me. Here’s what he wrote:

I wanted to clarify for the story that i am a college graduate but my friend who I am serving is not in college yet but will be next year as he is 18 and recently graduated high school which was a large part of why I struggled to submit to someone younger than me. Reading your reply Sam you’re right I do believe I am not an alpha but I never really considered myself anything above a pre alpha, but even in my submission to my friend (Grayson) I won’t lie I topped another guy before the incident. I’m unsure how that will change over time but even in my submission I do feel my sex drive is intact. 

But for the update I didn’t expect it to be done so early on Sunday I thought he would call me over in the afternoon but just after midnight he told me I had 30 minutes to be there or he would tell everyone who I really was. I rushed to get ready and head over to his place where I greeted him on my knees as usual and I asked about his parents and he slapped me so hard my cheek stung and said “they’re out of town but from now on you don’t talk unless I say so got it”. I replied by nodding my head and he asked if I knew why he told me to come today and I told him no, his response was “Today is the first day of your faggot ass Month, and I want you to remember today that there is no faggot Pride, everything is just serving me” and I can’t lie somehow his words and manipulation already made my dick throb. Before I could head in though, he forced my mouth open and ended up facefucking me on his doorstep where anyone could see and I was so scared someone would see but I managed to do a lot better this time after training a bit more and actually got him to finish albeit it took more time. 

I thought I had done my job and all I had left was to maybe worship him and help him out for the day, but dragged me inside and I saw two of our mutual friends standing there. I felt so ashamed in the moment Sam that they saw me just take his load and I could see the respect they had for me fading from their eyes. When I hesitated to move Grayson commanded me to suck both of their dicks and there I was sucking on two more of my friends dicks and Grayson encouraging them “to be brutal since I’m just a fag”. After I had sucked everyone off and took their loads, Grayson said “you’re not done yet fag, both of them are going to give you a rating out of 10 on your head game. However far away that rating is multiplied by each other is the amount of slaps you’re getting.” I ended up receiving two 5/10 scores and had to take 25 slaps and a spitballs to the face.

The rest of the day didn’t get better as I had to stay up the entire night serving them being their footrest, cleaning the dishes, making them food, and giving them head while they were playing video games all while they occasionally just pushed me around forcing me to do their bidding. The one time I fell slightly asleep resting for a second, I got woken up to Grayson kicking me in the gut telling me “Fucking fag you don’t go to sleep unless I say so”. By the morning/noon I thought I could go soon since my mutual friends were leaving, but after they left Grayson had this wicked grin and told me to strip to my underwear and start sniffing his feet and actually sucking his toes. When I hesitated he yelled at me “Every fucking time if you disobey me you get punished, so suck my toes right now or else.” His demeanor made me so obedient and when I further worshipped him he ended up telling me in a monologue I can’t really forget, “Listen faggot, I don’t know what happened in college or whatever friendship we had before, right now you’re just my faggot. Nothing else so you obey me there’s no disobedience, you aim to pleasure me whatever I tell you. Any time you think you’re anywhere close to being above the dirt on my feet remind yourself that you are not even worth that. So get this in your faggot mind, I own you, there is nothing else anymore.” 

I want to say that changed something in me his words really resonated with me, but I still have thoughts of topping other guys still. But while I was still at his house, he instructed me to only crawl and wear white briefs whenever serving him at home and I ended up doing that for a couple of hours while doing his chores. A little bit before when I am writing this, after I had finished everything he assigned to me, he told me to come into his room. When I entered he blindfolded me and tied me up! Before I could even ask anything, I felt him take off my briefs and slam his dick into my raw hole when I had to scream. He ended up yelling, “I don’t care how much it hurts you’re going to take it and I want to hear you say my name and beg for it after each thrust or else you’re getting belt to ass”. When I didn’t reply he ended up whipping my ass with a belt and I had to force myself to beg for his dick while my entire body was in pain. Now this is the kicker, when he “finished” and pulled out, he took off the blindfold and showed me a video. It was me getting fucked but the entire time I thought it was his dick, it was actually an eggplant with me clearly begging him to fuck me with his dick. I was in complete shock and wanted to cry when he told me “My parents are out of town for a while so you’re going to be my Uber driver, if I call you answer and drive me I don’t care what plans you have, cancel them or else everyone you know sees this video.” I had no choice but to relent and now I am currently waiting in my car at the mall while he is with his girlfriend. I have never felt so deeply humiliated as I have today and being so scared of him leaking the video and both what I am going into and what he plans to do with his aggression. I can’t even comprehend everything that has happened yet today as I thought last time was fast but now it seems he is fully pushing all my limits and I can’t tell if this is healthy or this is what I have to get used to.

I’m a little shaken by this experience. I can only imagine how Ben feels.

Destroyer Alphas who do this sort of stuff don’t realize that their actions belie a great insecurity. You see, truly powerful Alphas don’t need to blackmail faggots or hurt them or abuse them in order to get the faggot to serve them. Only insecure Men do these kinds of things.

Now, Master Grayson is clearly immature (he’s only 18 years old), but what he’s doing to Ben goes beyond immaturity and smacks of sadism. It’s the kind of casual hatred for others that fuels those awful slap-a-stranger videos we see on social media. It’s as if Master Grayson is still a little kid pulling wings off of flies, burning ants, and exploding frogs just to kill things.

I don’t know how to guide Ben through what’s ahead here. I don’t think this is going to get better. Master Grayson has a taste of power from Ben’s submission (and also flexing it for his Alpha pack), and I think he’s going to push it more.

And I don’t think that’s healthy for Ben and his progression, especially if he’s honestly still unsure about what he wants.

I think the options look like this:

1. Ben tells Master Grayson he will not serve him anymore regardless of his blackmail threats
2. Ben kicks Master Grayson’s ass and steals some of his authority

The first one involves Ben simply not caring what people might think if they see it. I think this is an important thing for Master Grayson to consider: Master Grayson’s PARENTS aren’t going to like finding out what he’s been doing in their house. And they’re certainly not going to like that their son is doing that in their house to BLACKMAIL FAGGOTS.

Maybe Master Grayson needs to be threatened with that!

Sadistic bullies typically need to be confronted. That’s especially true when the sadistic bully is as stupid and immature as Master Grayson.

As for Ben, this experience has clearly opened him up to his faghood. So, like my rapist, he should be grateful in a way to Master Grayson for opening up his eyes. But I don’t think serving someone as cruel and hateful as Master Grayson is going to help him right now.

Anyone else have any thoughts on this troubling episode?

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

It’s pretty clear that Master Steve, despite being just 31 years old, is quite advanced when it comes to faggot ownership. He seems like a proud owner of his faggot Mike, and that pride allows him to do things with faggots that most other Masters fail to do.

Like using faggots to mentor younger Alphas.

Mike recently received the following texts from his Master:

You can only imagine how terrified Mike was with this news. I mean, I’m sure Mike was also excited by the prospect of serving a young Alpha relative of his Master … but he clearly had to perform up to Master Steve’s unyielding standards! The pressure was on!

So I waited a little while before reaching back out to Mike for an update. But boy, it was a doozie!

What a weekend with Steve’s cousin, Alex. I left work a bit early on Friday since Alex’s plane was landing at 5:45. I circled the airport a few times waiting to see him come out. He texted me that he’d just grabbed his luggage and was heading out. When I saw him, he looked like a young god—6’2”, about 200 lbs, dark hair, and a mustache. Standing next to him was another guy, just as hot. I pulled up and waved, and Alex immediately started walking to the car, casually leaving their luggage on the sidewalk. I got out, said hello, and loaded everything in the trunk. We made small talk, and Alex introduced me to his friend AJ—who I later found out was only 19. About five miles down the road, nervous and unsure, I asked Alex if he needed to use the restroom or wanted me to get him or AJ something to drink. He said, “Yeah, pull over at the next exit,” so I did. I pulled into a gas station and sat there unsure of what to do. Finally, Alex looked at me and said, “You wanna drink my piss here or in the bathroom?” I said, “Wherever you want, Sir.” He replied, “Here. I don’t feel like walking.” I wasn’t sure what AJ was thinking, but after I was done with Alex, he told me to go drink AJ’s in the back seat. I did exactly as I was told, straining so much in my cage the entire time.

When we got back to Steve’s, they walked straight inside, leaving me to unload their luggage. Once I got it all in, Steve told me to unpack their clothes and get everything hung up or put away. When I finished, I went into the living room and Steve motioned for me to kneel. He stood up and pissed down my throat. By then, I was so full of piss and so hard in my cage I could barely think. Steve told me to get everyone a drink and start my weekend chores, reminding me I wouldn’t have much time on Saturday or Sunday to do them. I spent the rest of Friday night exhausted—cleaning, doing Steve’s laundry, being their urinal, and serving drinks while they played video games. At one point, Steve called me over while he was still gaming and made me suck him as he talked. He said, “Just to set expectations: Alex—and only Alex—for the next 10 days, has the same rights I do. You’ll do whatever he says, just like you do for me. Understand?” I stopped sucking just long enough to say, “Yes Sir.” He said, “Good. Now go finish the kitchen.”

They got tired around 11:30 and went to bed, leaving me to finish up. Steve came out to give me a kiss and reminded me that it was Alex’s birthday Saturday, so I needed to have his cake ready that night. I finally got to bed around 1am. Steve rolled over, fucked me, blew his load all over my cage, and said, “Get some sleep. Breakfast needs to be on the table by 7.” My cage was driving me crazy—I hadn’t cum in three weeks, and I was straining and frustrated. I knew it was selfish to focus on my own needs, but it was getting harder to ignore. Eventually, I passed out, only to be woken by my watch alarm at 5:45am.

I started cooking and had the table set by 6:50. I went to wake Steve, and while I was drinking his morning piss, I heard AJ come to the door. Steve told him we’d be ready in a minute. We walked to the kitchen and found Alex and AJ already at the table. Steve and I both wished Alex a happy birthday—he looked adorable with his messy bedhead. I poured everyone coffee and sat down, but Alex looked straight at me and said, “I need to piss. Get under the table and fully service me while I eat.” I looked at Steve—he didn’t even glance at me. I knew I had to follow Alex’s orders. I got under the table and drank Alex’s piss, sucking him the entire time he ate. At one point Alex said, “I can’t believe this is actually happening.” Steve replied, “Told you—when you have a faggot that’s yours, you can mold them into anything you need.” While I sucked Alex, Steve talked to him and AJ about the things he’d trained me to do and some ideas he had in mind. Alex stopped me several times—he didn’t want to cum yet. “I’ve got a better place for this load,” he said. When breakfast was over, Steve told me to eat light and get the kitchen cleaned up. He said he wanted to fuck.

After I finished cleaning, I went into the living room where they were playing video games and sat beside Steve. He asked if everything was cleaned. I told him it was. He said, “Good. Why don’t you take your clothes off and go suck AJ for a bit? I want to watch.” AJ smirked, pulled his cock out of his gym shorts, and I started sucking. I must have touched my cage a few times without realizing it—just a natural reaction from the pressure and frustration—and Steve snapped, “What did I tell you about touching your cage?” I apologized and focused back on AJ. Moments later, I felt someone come behind me—it was Alex. He spit on my ass a few times, and I knew what was coming. As he started sliding into me, I lifted my head from AJ and moaned. Steve laughed. It was my first time ever being spit-roasted in front of Steve, and it was overwhelming. Alex’s cock felt incredible, and sucking AJ while being used made me feel completely owned. Steve said, “Happy birthday, buddy. You’re going to be a mini-me.” I could hear the pride in his voice. AJ said he was about to cum, and Steve told me to stop. “All loads today go in his ass—not his mouth.” Alex pulled out and sat on the couch so AJ could fuck me. He didn’t last long before filling me up. Steve stood and said, “I want to cum now, but I want Alex to have the last load for his birthday.” Steve took his time, fucking me rough and deep while Alex and AJ watched. “When you fuck a fag, you don’t have to be gentle,” he said. I was on the edge of tears by the time he finished and blew inside me. Then Alex stepped up to take the final round. He wasn’t as rough, but he still made sure I was bred properly. I was left exhausted, dripping with all their loads. Alex said, “Don’t move. I want to try something.” He came back with the butt plugs Steve had recently bought. “I’m going to plug you, fag. You’ll stay plugged the rest of the day.” He asked Steve which one to use, and Steve said, “Go light—he’s never used them.” Even the smallest one was thick, around seven inches. When Alex slid it in, it took my breath away. Steve said, “Rest a second, then get us drinks. After that, make Alex’s cake, then you can take a short nap.” I was beyond exhausted, but I gathered the strength and did exactly what they asked.

That night, all three of Steve’s alpha friends came over, along with Alex and AJ. I was expected to be nude, plugged, and locked all night—serving drinks and snacks. About an hour in, Steve pulled me aside and gave me one of his signature “choices” to test me. “You’ve got two options,” he said. “Go get the piss gag and come back to ask—out loud, in front of everyone—if you can please be our urinal tonight and stay locked for two more weeks. Or, you can just drink mine and Alex’s piss the rest of the night and unlock Sunday afternoon. The choice is yours. Choose wisely.” I was so horny I could barely think. Unlocking Sunday was tempting, but I knew choosing that would be selfish. I didn’t want to let Steve or Alex down.

I walked to the bedroom, mind racing, and picked up the piss gag. When I returned to the living room, I knelt and said, “Excuse me, Master Steve. Sorry to interrupt, but may I please wear the piss gag and be the party urinal tonight?” The room erupted in laughter. Alex said, “Damn—he really is a true fag.” Steve smiled and said, “Absolutely, fag. Just don’t waste a single drop—or there will be hell to pay.” I stayed kneeling as Steve strapped the gag in. One by one, all six of them used me. I thought I was going to drown. I was soaked, plugged, locked, and completely lost in submission. I’d never felt such a high—emotionally, mentally, physically. It was an overwhelming and transformational moment. And Steve just smiled. He knew exactly what he’d done to me.

That night, after everyone left, Steve, Alex, and AJ each took turns fucking me again. We all ended up crashing in the same bed.  Before we fell asleep Steve kissed me and said how proud of me he was and thanks for making Alex Birthday Special.  I knew then I had made the right choice.

Sunday was a bit more relaxed. I had breakfast ready by 7am, and by 10, we were back at the gym. After the workout, we went into the sauna. It was hot, wet, and foggy, and Alex looked at me and said, “Start sucking.” I got on my knees and took him in my mouth. Just then, a guy walked in. I paused, but Steve popped my ass and said, “Don’t stop.” The guy just sat across from us and started jerking off while I kept sucking. After Alex came, I sucked Steve, then AJ. The guy finished on the floor, cleaned himself up, and walked out without a word.

Locked for two more weeks now. That’ll make six total. And I’ve never felt more owned in my life.

These kinds of true stories always astound me. The things powerful straight Alphas do are so fearless and perception-altering that I can’t keep up with them – and I’m a faggot who knows this truth and expects it!

I love that Master Steve clearly mentored his straight cousin Alex on the use of faggots, and was using Alex’s birthday as a pretext to further train Alex’s understanding of Alpha power through faggot use. I understand that there are straight Men reading this who are thinking, “I don’t need to use a faggot sexually in order to feel powerful,” but until you’ve actually stood over a faggot and pissed down its throat or face fucked a faggot until you pumped every drop of cum into it … you don’t really understand that level of power.

I’m so proud of my brother Mike for being eager and willing to do whatever he could to serve his Master and his fellow Alphas. It’s such a privilege to be used this way! So many faggots balk at opportunities of this sort given the dehumanization and the pressure these situations place on a faggot. But if you’re not willing to give up yourself when called upon by an Alpha, then you don’t deserve to serve these Kings!

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!

As a faggot, I know little-to-nothing about the dynamics of an Alpha Pack except what I’ve observed from the outside or what I’ve been taught over the years I’ve been writing here by insightful and generous Alphas.

By all accounts, an Alpha Pack is a true brotherhood of elite Alphas who recognize in each other a shared power and superiority. With that, they also recognize that they collectively share responsibility to guide the world and shape it to their advantage and for the fulfillment of the inferior people who serve those needs. To that end, they share the spoils of conquest with each other, support each other when one is falling, and seek out each other for times of intense collaboration.

But just like any true brotherhood, there are flashes of competitive anger and fights for dominance.

Straight Master Mike leads his own Alpha Pack, some of whom play beside him on his rugby team. And while they’ve undoubtedly clashed over competition or girls before, Master Mike has recently added a fascinating new ingredient to the mix: he’s taken ownership of a faggot named Benjamin.

The funny thing about straight Alphas is this: they claim to be disgusted by faggots, until they discover they can OWN them and make them do whatever they want. Then suddenly they’re no longer disgusted, but intrigued. Even envious.

Recently Master Mike introduced his faggot to members of his Alpha Pack, who then enjoyed a day being served by Benjamin. Many of the Alphas wanted to find their own faggots, but one member of the Pack has decided that he should try to take Benjamin away from his rightful Master.

As you might imagine, a God Alpha doesn’t take that kind of disrespect lightly!

The Alpha pack is going well though. The first member to find a possible faggot this week. He is one of the married team members so he is having to move slowly and carefully. I was hoping to host a few of the guys, Benji and the newbie so we could test the waters and Benji could lead by example. But now Benji is out of town at a funeral so that plan is fucked. And with Benji out of town I am having to do my own cooking, cleaning and chores which is bullshit. Haven’t had to do any of this in 2 months.

I have had more issues with the fucker on the team who has been acting all entitled. Two days before he left down south Benji came to me. Apparently the little moron thought he could go behind my back and message Benji about how much better he could be as a master for Benji. Naturally Benji told me immediately. Based on the timestamps it was 8 minutes between delivery and Benji showing me which is roughly the time it would have taken him to finish the job he was doing and then read the text. I am still not sure what to do in response but Benji says he has received 2 more messages since. I told him not to block them as I want as much evidence as possible.

But I don’t know whether to call him in front of the team. I could just beat the shit out of him but then he could press charges. Last option is I fuck his sister. She has a reputation as a bit of a slut but he has always been very clear that the team isn’t to go near her. I am thinking a few photos/videos of her begging for it on my cock might shut him up. Only downside is she is a bit psycho and might think I want more than to pump my load into her once as revenge.

What I wouldn’t give to turn him into the pack’s fag. The fucker needs to learn he can’t compete and if he tries it won’t go well for him. There needs to be consequences. Until then I will just carry on tackling him extra hard in practice. Maybe he will snap and swing at me. Would love the excuse to have him booted or to “defend myself”.

Do you have any content on Alpha pack dynamics? I am not the best with explaining stuff myself and I think there was some confusion to begin with when explaining the rules to the guys. I eventually got there but it was tough explaining to them things like why they still had to ask about using Benji. And I can expect more confusion when I clearly go against the rule and expect service from any fag in my Alpha pack. Either way I am hoping that the pack can all go to the cabin together next year. A week and a bit of primal enforcement of the natural hierarchy with a faggot each would be a very good bonding time.

You can hear Master Mike working out how to adjust this errant Alpha member of his Pack. Some of his plans (like simply beating up the Alpha) might work well (certainly Alphas have been doing that forever), while others (like fucking his sister) might lead to other, unwanted issues.

Regardless of what Master Mike decides, I must commend Benji for going straight to his Master with the offensive texts. Honesty is always the best policy when a faggot serves a Master. In this case, Benji’s transparency removes any blame from himself, while allowing the Men to make decisions and work out issues that have nothing to do with a faggot.

I told Master Mike that I felt like involving other people would be a bad idea, and that he should probably deal with the Alpha directly.

You might be right about the other Alpha. Probably best to put him in his place rather than involving someone else. Especially seeing as she would probably want more and end up causing trouble. Tomorrow we have training. I will sort it out then. But one more fucking message and he is dead.

Then Master Mike gave a ringing endorsement of his special faggot Benjamin:

Honestly I was planning on maybe using his throat for the first time this weekend. Instead I am here cooking my own fucking chicken and rice. And the worst bit is he is a better cook than I am. When he gets back I will make sure he is well aware of how good his service is. I would like for him to move in full time before the end of summer. This week is just proving to me how little a God Alpha like me should be doing around the house. It would be a big change as there is no room in my house for his stuff. But his rent would be lower and would be paid to me rather than some landlord he doesn’t know. And if his rent is lower he will have more money to spend on me or equipment for his submission. On a more grounded note I will pass on your message to Benji. He is having to deal with his family for the first time since they kicked him out 10 years ago when he came out to them. I am worried about him but he seems to be OK so far. It will mean a lot to him to know you were thinking of him. And only until next Thursday. Then he will be back under my feet and in my care again.

I just love how enthusiastically Master Mike is embracing his role as God Alpha and straight owner of a good boy like Benjamin! This is the kind of Alpha development that can only come from owning faggots, and Master Mike is discovering this for himself and passing it along to his Pack! That’s the mark of a true and natural leader!

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!

Easily one of the most magnetic Alphas I’ve ever met on this site, Master Mike dramatically revealed himself after his faggot Benjamin had written several effusive letters about him. Since then, I’ve had the distinct pleasure of conversing with him and coming to comprehend the true power and depth of understanding he has. It’s awe-inspiring.

God Alphas like Master Mike invest time in the mentorship of their Alpha Packs as much as they do in the development and training of their faggots. Having spent his life playing sports, Master Mike is keenly aware of the Alpha Pack dynamic and how it helps develop each Alpha into elite competitors.

In my last post about Master Mike showing off his faggot to his Alpha brothers, I mused that his Alpha brothers would probably want faggots of their own. Well, guess what …

You were right about the other team mates wanting in on owning faggots. The whole team has been talking about it in the locker rooms this last week. A lot of questions about how it happened and what I have Benji do for me. Two of the guys have asked for advice on how they might get their own. You were also right about the one who was a bit of a problem at mine. He was trying to spread the rumour that I was a gay pervert and Benji was my bf. Noone believed him of course but I had to have a word with him in private. He has stopped running his mouth and his lip has already healed up. So it looks like I might end up with a pack of Alphas after all. I have also expanded Benji’s duties a little more. Until now it has been a rota with each of us doing team laundry in turn. Worked out about 2 or 3 times a year with each person. That usually meant their girlfriend/wife or the boyfriend of the one gay guy on the team. 24 guys, each having 2 jerseys 2 pairs of shorts and 2 pairs of socks a week plus towels. I thought I would be considerate. Noone ever wants to do them and the women tend to moan and whine and definitely don’t put out when it is their turn. So I have made a deal with everyone. £5 a week each and Benji will sort it all. Every single one of them has signed up. Benji will wash the clothes and dry them. He is also ironing every item including the socks. He is thanking me for the privilege. And I am getting paid £120 a week for him to do so. That is £480 a month which is almost half my child support payment! If I had known just how good life could be with Benji as my fagpet I would have forced him into submission years ago.

I have been thinking about marks of ownership and customization and I think I have settled on a couple I might get over the next year. The first is a necklace like the one you sent in that post. Next is a tattoo. I think on his shoulder blade/back of my bite mark and have “Property of Master Mike” underneath. The last is a tongue piercing though I am not completely sold on it. Think it might be nice to feel while he worships my feet. The only thing I am certain on is he will be customized and it will be my choice what he gets. He has spent every night of the last week voluntarily at mine. He must be fully addicted to my power and desperate to serve.

So awesome to hear!

However, there was a rugby party featuring Master Mike and his Alpha Pack being served steaks by Benjamin. So I inquired about it, and found out a lot more.

The party was part of the rugby day. It went very well actually. Perfect medium rare on each steak. I can definitely understand wanting in after that. Especially for the single guy who attended. Not that he will be single for long knowing him. Benji is thrilled with his new job as team laundry maid. We have already begun scent training with my workout jocks. My plan is to get him to a point where he can pick out my smell from a lineup blindfolded. To help with this I have told the team not to worry too much if their workout/training/match underwear ends up in the laundry bags. Some of the bitches used to complain if it happened as if it was deliberate. But for Benji it will be a teaching tool. All Alphas have a smell but some are far stronger better and more intoxicating. As with everything else Benji has been very quick to please. Fastest turnaround on team uniforms I can remember and he fucking thanked me for it. He doesn’t even care that I am keeping all the money for his services. He is just happy doing any job I give him. The gay guy smis definitely not in an Alpha/faggot thing. Matt and Joel have been married 2 years and are a great couple. That said he was very unsurprised about Benji. They knew each other and apparently it is quite common for “sub gay bottoms”? I think Matt is the top (is that the right word?) and Joel handles most of the household stuff. But it is not the same as Benji. Come to think of it I might ask Matt about using guys for sex. He probably has the best insight for me and tips on how not to injure someone. Of course I thought of you.

Your work has massively changed my life for the better. It even has me reclassifying my sexuality. I am definitely physically attracted to women and not men. But the thing which turns me on more than any strip show or porn is completely dominating someone. I get chubbed up when I tackle someone in rugby and pin them to the ground. I am fucking rock hard when I give Benji an order and hear that automatic response of “Yes Master” and watch him do whatever task I have set. I was leaking the entire time Benji was exposing and humiliating himself infront of my teammates. I an sexually aroused by control and it doesn’t matter who of. I will dominate everyone around me. I will fuck anyone around me. And I will get off doing it. And thanks to you I have a fag who is front and centre to catch every last inch and drop. I also want to have a voice on your website who is advocating for a less abusive form of ownership. A lot of your straight Alphas seem unnecessarily harsh. And honestly I think they don’t realise that a faggot who feels more secure in ownership and more like a pet will provide much better service.

I was very touched by Master Mike’s gracious compliment about my influence on his rapidly-improving life. But more fascinating to me was Master Mike’s thoughtful insights into his own sexual needs. Personally, I don’t think he needs to reclassify his sexuality just because he enjoys pumping Benjamin full of cum. He will always be beyond the labels of common males.

But then Master Mike opened up an intriguing training exercise that really excited me:

I am very happy to weed out certain individuals. Definitely regret giving one of them a chance but that’s in the past. I am sure Benji will do well with my scent. The last week has seen him revising using the socks from our training session. I am going to build up so that he is able to identify me no matter how many people are around. It is going to be a bit of a party trick for him. I did also wake up a couple of days ago and found him curled up on his bed in the kitchen with a pair of boxers I wore to work. His little fag clit was straining so hard in it’s cage but he was sleeping so peacefully. It is odd to imagine being willing to lock away your cock but I guess that is one of the things which separates Men and fags. The next time he cums will be from me fucking my fags holes. I definitely can imagine how the gagging and drooling will put me in a full rutting mood. I mainly want to know from Matt how to avoid damage. Benji is less use to me if I have to take him to the vets or he has some form of injury. I know for a fact he is going to enjoy whatever I do to him. He has never been very promiscuous and I think it has been over a year since he was fucked. I will ready your post at some point. Got a date tonight I need to prepare for. You think I should take her back to mine and fuck her where Benji can hear? Or go to hers and slip out once I’m done?

I love this scent training exercise Master Mike has devised! Straight Alphas are often quite surprised by the ability of faggots to be trained so accurately on their Alpha’s scent, and I have no doubt Benji will pass this test even with the scents of the entire rugby team in this nose.

I think it’s clear just how clever and playful Master Mike is. He reminds me of some of my best Masters and some of the more powerful Alphas that have graced this site. It’s such a joy to be able to be used by him as a sounding board and advisor, even though he needs nothing from me.

But that is the measure of a God Alpha: how he builds his Alpha Pack and how he treats inferiors!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

You might remember the last update from Master Anthony and Fabien in which Master Anthony said that he wanted to reward his faggot for his excellent service during the intense orgies of the previous two weeks. I was curious about this (also impressed), but he didn’t give me any further details.

Then I received a breathless update from Fabien that provided more details:

I’m writing you a very quick little e-mail. This morning Anthony congratulated me on the orgies and told me we had a special bond. We shared a wonderful close moment while I sucked him on my knees. He promised to let me sleep on his bed at his feet tonight. I’m trembling with joy as I write to you. 

I am exhausted, but my God and Master is very satisfied with me. All is perfectly well in my world!

I was quite surprised that Master Anthony wanted Fabien to sleep with him. Most straight Alphas don’t allow their faggots to sleep with them, and I can understand it to some degree.

But Master Anthony is no ordinary straight Alpha. He’s a powerful God Alpha who is also blessed with an emotional depth that allows him to lift up and comfort inferiors around him. So I wasn’t terribly surprised to read Master Anthony’s summary of what happened:

Yes, I indeed finally rewarded Fabien. This morning, I woke up much earlier than usual. I was thinking back with delight to the two orgies. When I walked out of my room, Fabien was in the living room, doing some domestic chore. He panicked and immediately threw himself at my feet. “Sorry, Master! I’m late for your breakfast! Forgive me!” I reassured him as he kissed and licked my toes fervently. “Don’t worry, I woke up early. I was thinking about the orgies. I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. Your loyalty and your devotion to me are matched only by your talent and your intelligence. Get up on your knees”. He obeyed, and looked at me with adoration. I stroked his head. “You’re a very, very good boy to me. I appreciate you.” He had tears in his eyes. He said in a trembling voice “Thank you, Master. You can’t know what it means to me. It’s so good to be your slave.”

He took care of my morning wood. This time, I did not aggressively face-fucked him like I usually do. I tenderly stroked his hair and looked him straight in the eyes the whole time as he sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. While he had my cock in his mouth and stared at me with his pleading and worshipful eyes, I talked to him. That’s when I told him: “You and I have a special bond. You make me happy. You’re a good boy. My good boy.” When I ejaculated in his mouth, my eyes in his, I really felt connected to him. I can’t really explain. It was as if our souls were bound together. The Superior Man and the inferior boy. The God and the slave. 

So I had this impulse. “Tonight, you will sleep in my room. On my bed. At my feet. That will be your reward.” “Serving you is its own reward, my God!”. “I know that. But from now on, every time you deserve it, you’ll have extra time with your God, sleeping with me.” He burst into tears and got down on the floor, licked my feet and moaned “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” I felt so powerful, seeing this rather good-looking and masculine adult male, worshipping me so wholeheartedly. And I know that this is the life that awaits me.

I just love hearing Master Anthony wax poetic about his beloved faggot and the joys of faggot ownership! Straight Alphas should experience that kind of joy!

Then Master Anthony added more information:

I’ve allowed my house slave to sleep curled up at my feet for the last two nights. I saw how ecstatic he was about it! And I loved it myself. Having an inferior literally at my feet all night is an incredibly empowering feeling. And having him available to fuck in the middle of the night in case of trouble sleeping isn’t bad either! 

Yesterday morning, I woke up to the familiar sensation of his tongue on my toes. This morning, he woke me up by sucking my cock.

Tonight, he’ll return to the kitchen. I don’t want to spoil him too much!  I want to keep him motivated to excel in order to deserve my small favors. But I trust him to convince me to let him sleep with me again. Maybe sometimes, instead of letting him sleep on my bed, I’ll let him sleep on the floor in my room. Maybe in a dog bed!

Isn’t that great?

One terrific side effect of faggot ownership for Master Anthony is he’s been able to become a mentor for other Alphas in his Alpha Pack, particularly his best friend Master Henri. All of the things Master Anthony learns through the use of his faggot Fabien he passes on to Master Henri and his faggot Clement.

Henri and I are closer than ever now that we’re enjoying the slaves together. Our brotherly friendship is truly strengthened by this shared experience of domination! He has the highest respect for my leadership and I’m very grateful for his loyalty. We have precisely discussed the importance of being firm but gentle with our stooges. I advised him to know how to reward Clément with some praise and appreciation signs when he deserves it, to motivate him to excel and serve his master well. I told him “Remember: Clément is just a nice part of your life, but you are everything to him. A little from you means a hell of a lot to him!” Henri agreed to follow me advice. “You always knew better,” he said. I like to know that my brothers acknowledge my worth! I love to be me!

There have been many Protector Alphas who have graced my life, but nobody is quite like Master Anthony. I worship and honor his great natural power, but I adore his joyful enthusiasm and gracious benevolence.

He is all things; a lover of women, a King of faggots, and a God Alpha over all!

Nice and long (almost 17 minutes) clip of a gangbang featuring two faggøts and a couple of low-level Alphas.

Alphas need training like this alongside other Men to sharpen that killer sexual instinct that makes an Alpha so sexually overpowering!

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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!

It’s really sad to me that, after almost 10 years teaching Hierarchical truth online (alongside many others), more straight Alphas don’t know about the growth and power available to them through the use and ownership of faggots. Granted, straight Alphas have always used faggots to some degree or another, but through ownership straight Alphas make a leap that other, lesser males cannot ever experience. On the other side of that leap is exponential growth and limitless power.

The possibility of that kind of power was something a smart Alpha like Master Mike couldn’t pass up.

My first encounter with Master Mike occurred when he reprimanded me for not instructing his first faggot Benjamin properly. When I complied, he wrote to me and fully introduced himself to me, and we’ve been discussing his ownership of Benjamin and his plans for further training.

Here’s what Master Mike wrote to me last Thursday after I impressed him:

I am impressed by the fact you posted my reprimand. Very humble even for a faggot. Makes me wish you could join Benji on his reward this weekend. It is the six nations (European rugby contest) final matches on Saturday and I have 3 guys from my rugby team coming to watch at mine. Benji does not know they are coming but he will be attending in his full capacity as my faggot. I have bought a nice thick leather collar for the occasion. He will be serving us snacks and beers as well as a full steak dinner he prepared in the evening. All of it bought with his credit card. They have already been told what to expect and what they can ask of him. It does include a foot cleaning as I have trained him. They have also been told no photographs or getting rough with him. All of then have met Benji before so they will know him by face. They are staying the night and getting breakfast in the morning so Benji should have a full 24 hours of serving 4 straight men simultaneously. I know your pussy will be twitching imagining being in his place, but you will restrain yourself from posting this update until Sunday morning. Benji will not know until they arrive that they are coming. And he will not know until after they leave that they knew before that he was my faggot and would be serving them. 

Well, I didn’t hear anything until after the weekend was finished, but it was one hell of an update:

Got a proper account for you about Benjis submission. What a weekend it has been. It started Thursday when I messaged Benji to come over on Friday and happened to mention I was having a shit day. I finish work and head to Thursday rugby practice then head home after. Benji is sat on my doorstep waiting for me. At first I was pissed at him imposing but he said he had messaged offering to come over and cook. I check my phone and what do you know there was a unread message from him. I let him in and he cooked and got on with housework. I was torn whether to punish him for imposing or be happy that he is predicting my wants and needs like a top tier fag.i decided on not punishing him. I did make him phone in sick on Friday though. I had the day off and there were things to do. I was going to be hosting a Six Nations rugby party on Saturday and needed to pick up some snacks. I took Benji’s phone and wallet so he would have no distractions and left him to fully clean my house. He did a satisfactory job of cleaning and once my shopping was unpacked, I took him for a fully supervised clean and reshape of the cage area so he was fully presentable. I had 3 friends coming the next day which Benji didn’t know about. But no fag of mine was going to embarrass me in front of my mates. Then Saturday rolled around. Benji knew I would probably be watching the rugby so he was ready to be serving drinks. He was fully dressed up as a faggot. His chastity cage was polished, he was wearing a leather collar I picked up for him and nothing else.

What he wasn’t expecting was a knock on the door at 10:30. He looked very confused. I told him firmly to get the door. As always he obeyed. I could tell he was terrified. My mates had all been told what to expect and just laughed when he opened the door for them. They walked in like it was nothing and sat around my lounge as I had instructed them. Judging by how red Benji went he humiliated but I was just getting started. He was instructed to get each of us a beer and then to remove their shoes and socks so they could get comfortable. He laid out the snacks for us all and then the matches started. I had him washing my feet during the whole Ireland vs Italy match. And every time my team Ireland scored he was to kiss my feet. For the other matches, I passed him to the others to clean their feet. Only 2 of them accepted, but that is the loss of the third. I think he was worried it was too gay. But it isn’t gay to be served by a faggot.

Benji then made us dinner and we settled in for the final match of the day. Benji’s service had been perfect even though he was humiliated as hell. So I decided to reward him. I called him over and put him directly in front of me. And I offered him my feet. He went to massage them with his hands as usual but I stopped him. Mouth and tongue faggot. He obeyed faster than I thought was possible. I think the little faggot was so excited to finally serve its Master with more then it’s hands. He just kept going and fucking hell did it feel good. His tongue was getting right in between my toes. He seriously has me considering where else that mouth would be of use. He will have to earn that privilege though.

I must have looked like I was loving the treatment as one of the others asked for a turn but I told him absolutely not. My faggot obeys me and will serve as I tell him to. But he will only worship me. I own him and I do not share worship or ownership.

After the last match we just stayed up drinking. Benji was either getting us drinks or kissing and licking my toes. It was very telling that he would not come off my toes unless I told him to get their drinks. He outright ignored their orders if they were counter to mine. I guess that is the hierarchy at work. Two of them stayed the night after drinking that much. Benji was brought into my room where I could keep an eye on him. I allowed him to sleep on my bed at my feet as he did such an incredible job.

This morning he made breakfast for them and then they left. As I am writing this to you he is at my feet giving them another worship session.

Once I have sent this I will be making three things clear to him. One is that he has passed probation. He has proven that he improved my quality of life in his service as a faggot. I will be permanently keeping him as a personal faggot and from here on he is MINE. Two is that as MY faggot he is a member of this household. That means he will get a key and be allowed to live here if he so wishes. The rules are to be obeyed whether he is here or not. He is no longer to treat his flat as somewhere he can behave like a man. No clothes. No furniture. He just has to choose where to obey the rules and I think he will choose my house. Third is that I will do nothing to stop the rugby team from knowing I have a pet faggot. Three of them already saw first hand. All of them come by semi frequently. None of them know Benji’s friends or work colleagues. So I have no interest in hiding it.

So there we are. I am now the official and very proud owner of a faggot. He did a great job this weekend. I think Benji wanted to tell you all this himself but who cares what a faggot wants. He got to start serving my feet this weekend.

Truly a magnificent and glorious display of raw Alpha power by Master Mike! Not only was it an effective way to break Benjamin’s walls of resistance and train obedience into him, but it also taught his Alpha Pack the value of faggot ownership! How can anyone deny the Hierarchical truth powering Master Mike’s decision to take ownership of a personal faggot?

And Master Mike’s blunt statement – “It isn’t gay to be served by a faggot” – is absolutely true, and that truth is explicitly understood only by those straight Alphas powerful enough to own one.

I am taken aback every time I find another straight Alpha who is willing to display such power this openly. In Master Mike’s mind, any member of his Alpha Pack who disagrees with faggot ownership is wrong and not Alpha, essentially. He understands it’s an Alpha’s RIGHT to own and use faggots.

Thank you, Master Mike, for sharing the beginning of your ascension to true power!

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

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

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

And sure enough, I was right again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Last week I received a Questions From Readers from a former Top-turned-faggot named Mike who had been serving a powerful young Master named Steve. You can read that original question by clicking here. In it, Master Steve had loaned Mike to one of his Alpha buddies for use, which triggered Mike’s residual dominance.

But Mike wrote back with a conundrum, and I decided it deserved to graduate to a full-blown thread here on the site. After nine years of doing this, I usually have a pretty good feel for stories that seem to be intensifying, and this one certainly seems to be.

First, let me present you with the story-length question Mike left in my inbox:

Thanks for your response below on me sharing me with his best friend on his friends birthday.

I’m kind of in a new predicament and not sure what decision I want to make.  Last night Alpha Steve and I went to dinner of course I paid.  After dinner, we went back to his house and he said he wanted to talk with me about something.  He said that before I leave, we would be ordering a Chasity cage for me.  I was a little shocked. It’s kind of something, I heard him joke about in the past.  He said the main reason he was wanting to do this was because he knew I was jerking off on the days we were not together and I needed to learn that cumming was a privilege he controlled.  I ended up giving him my credit card so he could order the one he wanted.

Afterwards, he said he was going to allow me to make a decision, so I had the ultimate control of how it went down.    He said the first option was he would cage me in private. I would remain locked for two weeks, but during those two weeks he would not have sex with me. I would only be allowed to watch him have sex with other fags.  The second option would be we would have a caging party, he would invite his three closest friends, I could make it public knowledge to them that I was his fag, and I was wanting to be locked.  He would lock me in front of them.  And then I could serve them drinks that night.  After they left, he said he would allow me to drink his piss and fuck and breed me every time we were together over the next two weeks.

He said the choice is yours. We can keep it private or you can begin showing your true self.  Then he said it’s getting late you better go.  He said I will text you within the next few days and you need to give me an answer.

For me, this is a tough decision.  Because I never expected it to go this far.

First of all, let me just congratulate Master Steve for creating this Jigsaw-like domination puzzle for his fag Mike! What’s so brilliant about the choice he presented to Mike is the fact that both options have positive and negative aspects to them, but they’re both designed to reveal to Master Steve exactly where his faggot is in the process of full submission. I love it.

I can also see why Mike is struggling in this trap, because he’s smart enough to realize that he must tip his hand one way or the other.

Of course, I feel like the second option is better, both in a general sense as well as in Mike’s specific case. I just feel like Mike has been serving Master Steve for 1.5 years now and needs to come out as his Master’s property. Sure, it might be humiliating to be caged in front of a couple of Alphas, but they’re Alphas like Master Steve … they’d probably be just as proud as Master Steve will be.

In addition, Mike would be spared the indignity of watching Master Steve breed other faggots for two weeks, a form of punishment far worse than a silly cage.

Mike’s lonely little admission at the end is telling: “I never expected it to go this far”. Faggots often think they’re playing on the same field and in the same game as an Alpha, but they aren’t even playing the game at all – instead, they’re the BALL. All faggots need to grasp that truth and humble themselves in service. Alphas are our greatest Men (at least, they’re supposed to be), and they are typically many steps ahead of a faggot. They’re expert hunters, and they love to play with their catches. Rather than trying to outwit an Alpha, a faggot needs to submit and surrender to the desires of its Owner. By doing this, we allow ourselves to be molded by our Alpha into something better than we could ever hope to become ourselves.

So if Mike is asking me, I recommend that he take the second option. Believe me, being caged personally by his Master will do wonders for him, as will the commendation the onlookers will give him.

Submission to a Master and being locked in a chastity cage are ways for a faggot to truly become what it was born to be, and I want that for every faggot. I particularly want it for Mike, who has come so far and is now at the brink of something quite special.

I’ll let you know what happens (if he tells me)!

Alpha Pack gangbangs are no joke. The expressions of power come fast and furious, and each Alpha spurs the next to be even rougher. Notice here how the one Alpha puts a huge foot on the fggot’s head while it’s getting fucked. Another Alpha calls out, “Breed him!”

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

The story of my little French fag brother Fabien has truly been such a blessing. I love seeing young straight Alphas like his Master Anthony find a good, obedient faggot like Fabien and take ownership of it. This is exactly the kind of Hierarchical interaction that occurs almost daily (I can only cover so many of them – I’m just one faggot!) and strengthens the Natural Order.

I wonder if Master Anthony realizes what a treasure he has in owning Fabien. I’m sure he doesn’t yet – Alphas his age rarely see past the end of their cocks – but there are signs it’s becoming clearer to him. The following experience Fabien told me reveals why I say that.

But, true to humble form, Fabien starts off with a confession:

My relationship with Anthony has had its ups and downs over the last couple of days.

I disappointed him for the first time. Tuesday night, he wanted to spend some time at the gym and he searched for his favorite black tank top. But I had failed to notice that he had left it lying around his room and to pick it up to clean it, so it was still pretty dirty and sweaty. Anthony was very pissed off, and rightly so. I really blame myself. He made me kneel to apologize and to beg for mercy, while he crushed my head to the ground with his boot. He said “I shouldn’t have to tell you to do my laundry when needed!” and he’s completely right.

I promised him I would never fail him again, and I intend to keep that promise. I will be very vigilant to pick up his dirty laundry wherever he leaves it and wash it as soon as possible. And also to always have his favorite food and drink ready in the fridge, making sure to have some in advance. I hope to learn from my failure. I want everything to go smoothly and easy for him.

I swear, if all faggots were as dedicated, submissive, and yielding as Fabien, Alphas would be in heaven and every Alpha would want to own one! I love Fabien’s attitude and his determination to get it right!

But Master Anthony was about to throw Fabien a curveball:

Yesterday, at lunch, he passed by the flat with one of his bros, Henri. I’m pretty sure Henri is something like second-in-command in the Alpha Pack (he’s the one who rested his feet on me with Anthony, and one of the two sleeping in the guest room, formerly my room). I served them lunch, and while they were eating and chatting, Anthony snapped his fingers towards his boots. I understood I had to clean them with my tongue. (I must notice, I love how he gives me order, he often doesn’t even say a word, he just snaps his fingers or nods, up to me to figure it out!)

I thoroughly licked and cleaned his boots and then, I wondered whether it would be good form to clean his bro’s sneakers too. So I did just that, quietly. They didn’t say a word, ignoring me as they chatted, but when they left for the afternoon, Anthony gave me a thumbs-up! It lifted my heart so much, after he scolded me the day before!

And the evening, they both came back. When I was serving them drinks, Anthony said to Henri: “You know, my boy gives me blowjobs.” Henri was very excited to hear that. “Can I try it?” “Sure” Anthony said, snapping his fingers for me to comply. Henri pulled out his cock and I did as my master commanded, making Henri moans. It was Anthony who grabbed my hairs, to force my moves on his bro’s dick, saying “Don’t hesitate to be rough. It’s not a pretty girl.” He pulled my head back before Henri came, but I had his juice over my face. Then Anthony told me to clean myself up and to be ready to swallow his own cum, while he unzipped his pants.

Henri stayed at home for the night. According to Anthony’s rules, I have been allowed to sleep in the sofa while Henri was in the guest room. This morning, after I served Anthony’s breakfast and sucked his cock, he told me to bring Henri breakfast but not to give him head. “Only when I’m here and I say it’s okay” he said.

AWESOME!

So, do you see what I mean about Master Anthony starting to realize the value of his little faggot? He’s sharing with his Alpha brother Henri! He proudly presented Fabien to his fraternal brother, offering Fabien as a gift to be shared among superiors!

Just keep in mind that Masters Anthony and Henri are straight Alphas, but they used Fabien sexually for the shared dominance of the experience. They were Alpha lions feasting on a kill together. They used Fabien because it’s pleasing and it makes them more powerful.

As for Master Anthony, his abilities as an Owner of a faggot have dramatically grown. He was born to own faggots. His instincts are nearly perfect, and you can see how he is methodically training Fabien through a series of tests and chores in order to make him a better fag. I love to see that in young straight Alphas!

The effect Master Anthony’s training is having on Fabien is clear from his closing words:

I’m still learning my place and my duties as the slave of the Alpha Pack and the Apex Alpha Anthony! There’s a lot to learn every day! Anyway, I can tell you I’m really enjoying my new life very much. I never thought I would be this happy being a “faggot” as you call it, but now I just feel so good whenever I do anything for Anthony, it’s a pure bliss. Just this very morning, before leaving, when he called me a good boy, I was over the moon. 

Such a perfect Master/faggot combination! I’m so proud of Fabien, who is proving to be a wonderful first faggot to powerful straight Alphas!

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!

Like I said in my previous post in this thread, Alpha behavior is largely predictable if you know what you’re looking at. Their needs are relatively simple and insatiable. Younger Alphas are almost entirely led by these basic needs. It’s much like watching cold/warm fronts and predicting the general movement of the weather. I’ve become a master meteorologist through personal experience, which has lead to my bewildering success rate.

But even I didn’t see what Master Anthony decided to do two days ago.

Out of the clear blue sky Master Anthony decided to have four of his Alpha brothers over to the apartment he shares with Fabien the faggot. In retrospect, this move seems obvious. The day before Master Anthony had broken Fabien and got Fabien to submit. So OF COURSE he would want to invite his Alpha Pack over to see his faggot in action!

And that’s exactly what happened:

Yesterday evening, as we saw it coming, he received four of his bros at home for a buddy night and I waited on them as a flunkey all the time. They were pretty comfortable following Anthony’s lead ordering me around and they addressed me as “boy!” or “servant!” or “bitch” while they were loudly chatting and laughing and playing together. I once again had to lick Anthony’s boots for all to see. And I also served as a footrest for Anthony and one of his pals.

I must admit sam, I was truly amazed to see these young hunks like a pack of wolves playing with their prey, with Anthony as their obvious leader.

I recently woke up today but they are still sleeping after staying up most of the night. I have been sent to sleep on the kitchen floor while two guests sleep in my bedroom and two on the sofabed in the living room. I think I’m going to prepare breakfast and serve it to Anthony in his bed and offer him a foot massage if he wakes up. Then I’ll serve them all breakfast (starting with those in my room, for I have a sense there is some hierarchy of sort between the four of them as well, reflected in where they’ve slept).

WOW!

This was a bold move by Master Anthony, especially given the fact that he is relatively new to living in Fabien’s place! But notice how the other Alphas around Master Anthony absolutely followed his lead and enjoyed using his faggot – clear Apex Alpha behavior! Master Anthony was teaching his straight Alpha brothers how to own and use faggots! Alpha mentorship at its fundamental level!

But also notice how much Fabien is learning about his new Master and the behaviors that drive him and his Alpha Pack! He’s a good student, and he’s picking up quickly! Fabien was absolutely right to identify the hierarchy among the four Alphas based on where Master Anthony placed them in the house! I love clever, genuine faggots like Fabien!

There’s more to this event, but I’m going to separate the second part from this one to isolate what happened next! Stay tuned!