The following post is part of a thread chronicling the six year ownership of a 21-year-old faggot named Tim by his lifelong Asian friend and Alpha, Master Nick. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Most of us lose the friendships of our boyhood once we reach our teens and get into high school. Our circle of friends widens out, interests change, and we just move on. I’ve retained only one casual friend from my boyhood, whereas I still have many of my friends from high school close to me. It’s just the nature of things.

But every so often a boyhood friendship develops in such a way that the bond not only becomes stronger, but it even becomes vital. Such is the case with a faggot named Tim.

In youth, Tim was best friends with an Asian boy named Nick. They spent countless days together, playing and wrestling and making silly games and doing all of the crazy things boys do.

But then two critical events occurred that would change both of their lives forever. Here’s Tim with the story:

Hello brother Sam. I came across your website through browsing, and saw your posts about the Alpha Asians, and needed to share how I serve my Asian alpha god. I wanted to just share how happy I am to be not just his boyfriend, but his bitch, his slut, his faggot, and how excited I am for our next step in my life with my Sir. I really don’t have a question except whether it’s possible for me to fall in greater love and obsession with him.

My Sir and I are both 21 years old. My name is Tim, and my alpha is Nick. I submitted to him when we were 15, and it has been six of the best years of my life worshipping and serving his inexhaustible needs and his ever growing strength and power.

Right now I am typing while his afternoon load oozes around the thick butt plug put in my aching sore pussy, and I can’t wait until he finishes his evening home workout to fill me again. I have limited time to write as I will be there to serve, lick, suck, and present myself for his sweaty, pumped self after his workout, but I want to at least share the start of how everything fell into place for how I became Alpha Nick’s faggot boyfriend.

My family is white, Nick’s is Chinese/Japanese. We were childhood friends, neighbors and inseparable. Same school, same sports, same activities. I was always louder and bigger as a kid, but Nick, smaller and more quiet, was always able to control me from going overboard.

Nick was bullied in junior high for being Asian. I fought the bullies off, and thought that would be how it was. Me protecting Nick, no one messing with my best friend.

Everything changed when Nick had to move across the country for two years for his dad’s job. We were 13. I hated it. I didn’t want to lose Nick. We messaged for those two years, but I never saw him until he came back, and texted me to know he was home.

I rushed to see him, and I remember being absolutely floored. Gone was the lanky, scrawny Asian boy I protected. In his place when Nick opened the door was a defined muscled boy. When he hugged me hard, his bulging arms almost crushed everything out of me. My breath, my thoughts, my body. In place, I remember the hardness of his muscles, and above all, his rich smell.

We wrestled like we always did as kids, but things were different. He pinned me single-handedly and easily, put me in a chokehold and stared intensely at me as I struggled at his far superior strength until I tapped out. He flexed his big muscled arm above me, grinning down at me. I recall that moment so vividly as it was the first time I felt something inside me drop.

I didn’t know it then, but Nick had become a true Alpha in those two years. He had grown through so much. But all he told me was that he had to stand up to other people who were racist to him. Nick joined a gym and got into martial arts. He had gotten stronger and more confident. Only later would I know just how much stronger and confident.

We compared heights; before he left, I was over half a head taller. Back together, we were the same height, but he was so much more muscled and defined. Then came my first shock. We compared cocks. Over the two years, we had messaged about jerking off and what turned us on. But never any pictures.

I remember I was hard from our wrestling, the hardest I’ve ever been. Nick was hard too, from what I now know was from dominating me so easily and so powerfully. I remember trying to salvage my pride, saying I bet my cock was bigger. His silent grin said it all as we pulled down our shorts.

Brother Sam. I had never been so humbled. I measured myself, and I was proud of my 5 inches, knowing I had more to grow. What Nick revealed…when that dark, massive shaft came out. When Nick pointed that glistening giant head at me. When he laid his cock over my pathetic one, and it was almost twice my length, and more than twice my girth.

Nick didn’t say a word. He just grinned as I slowly jerked our cocks together. I couldn’t stop staring. Both down at his huge Asian cock dwarfing mine, then back at his smiling face. I don’t think we said anything for a good amount of time, that day was a blur.

I only remember that when we finally put our cocks away and sat down to play on his console, I couldn’t stop looking back at his heavy bulge pushing at the seams of his shorts. How his strong legs framed his groin, the way he sat, the way he stood and walked. That day is burned deep in my memory as the starting point of my faghood to my alpha friend and my master.

It was obvious the change in Nick back at school. I was still the louder one and outgoing, but I was the one following Nick around. I let him chose our lunch spot, and how he seemed to just be in charge of where he was, even when he was silent. That intense calm of his…everyone was visibly attracted to him. I was no exception. But I was happy he stuck with me.

Nick took me to work out, and before I fully submitted to him as my Alpha, they were the most intense and high times I had. My workout was nothing, I watched him pump weights, running, stretching. When he spotted me, my eyes could not leave his muscles. Nick knew. I knew. But I wasn’t ready to admit it that we were different now.

That changed one week where he was absent from school twice. I wanted to see if he was ok. I arrived at his house and heard low moaning and the sounds of heavy hard sex. I had watched porn before, not with Nick, but I could tell that there was fucking happening in his house.

I remember my head emptying. Only hearing the sounds of intense fucking. The high-pitched moans and someone else’s familiar voice growling deep and low.

I had used my spare key to let myself in, and the first thing I remember hitting me was the smell of male body and sweat. Smells I started to associate with working out with Nick. The next thing to hit me was the intense fucking sounds. Nick didn’t even bother taking it to his bedroom, he was in the living room.

Nick saw me, but he barely paused. He just told me to wait, and I watched, transfixed, as he railed hard and deep with such long strokes. I caught a glimpse of his slut, and recognized it as a star athlete from the senior high school we would attend the next year.

I only kept watching as he finished, pumping with deep powerful thrusts, and I realized, I wished it was me. As he pulled out and a massive, cum covered cock revealed itself, I remember wishing, I want that.

I don’t remember what I asked him, my mind was blanked and turning. But I remember him grinning at me, palming his still hard, monster cock, and saying, “All day.” I remember him telling me to come back later, and he went back to mounting his prey, who barely moved except moaning out. I wondered, and was jealous, of just how long he had been fucking him. By my 15 year old best friend.

Nick told me everything that night when I went over. How even when we were kids, he knew he was different. How moving away let him explore. How he started to fuck other people at the gym in the school he was at over there. How he even fucked his dad’s construction foreman when he visited. How the foreman became his muscled bitch for the last year he was over there.

Nick made me stroke him as he recounted the high number of guys he had fucked and used when he moved. I never had to use two hands before, but I did for his cock. He talked. I stroked. His pre dripped all over my hands. I remember I was kneeling in front of him as he sat, his huge body and cock towering over me.

When he finished talking, ending with who I learnt was the baseball captain of the high school I saw him fucking earlier, I held his cock in my hands like a trophy. I knew that we had changed. He wasn’t just my childhood friend. I asked him why didn’t he claim me like he did the others. That I knew.

He just said that unlike his other fags, I was special. And he wanted me to submit completely and without hesitation. Honestly he could have taken me that first day he came back and I would be his faithful fag forever, but he, in his own alpha way, loved and valued me.

I wish to share more, brother Sam. I want to tell you of the day he truly cunted me. How he truly transformed me into his. I want to tell you just how much stronger he’s gotten. How big he’s gotten. How his giant Asian cock has gotten even bigger, thicker, more monstrous. How I love every inch of it. How he now towers over me, an absolute beast of a hunk, how his defined, muscled Asian body commands attention, and how beautiful he looks as an Alpha god no matter what he is doing. How over the next six years, he grew into the amazing strong Alpha he is, owning multiple faggots with his powerful demeanor.

And how through all he has ascended, no matter who he uses or controls, he still always makes time and space for me. Claiming me like he did six years ago. And every time he does, every time he buries his mammoth cock inside me, laying his enormous body on top of me, calls me his boyfriend fag, how when he slam fucks me til I’m seeing black, I can still hear his low, deep voice saying how he could stay inside me forever.

But I can hear his workout ending. He always finishes his home workout by aggressively smashing the heavy bag around, and even through multiple walls, I can hear just how punishing the thuds are. And after every workout, I worship his sweat, muscles, and cock before he claims me brutally and overwhelmingly. I live for it, brother Sam. I live for Sir Nick, all of him, for every thought of mine to be fucked full of Him.

So much in this startling and detailed story to unpack!

First of all, I think it’s fair to say we can dispel any doubts about the genetic nature of Alphahood. Master Nick was born Alpha, but it wasn’t unleashed until circumstances forced it to the surface (I suppose much like Bruce Banner and The Hulk). But how did Master Nick return at age 15 after two years with so much dominance and so much power and control over faggots? Did he go away to Alpha School?

No, of course he didn’t. He knew these things because Alphahood is a programming gifted to our greatest Men. The genetic secrets and wisdom of Alphahood are sacred mysteries shared and protected among only the members of this elite fraternity. Master Nick was born with these secrets and codes baked into his very psyche.

Kudos to my brother Tim for instantly recognizing the overwhelming and undeniable Alphahood of his old friend, and having the sense to submit completely! It might’ve been easy to fall into jealous rages or competitions with a friend who once seemed like an equal. However, Tim instantly realized they were no longer even close to being equal. That takes proper humility!

I really hope Tim continues to share more illuminating stories about the six years he’s been blessed to serve as Master Nick’s primary faggot!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This site has been blessed to know and feature two overwhelming Asian God Alpha super-predators, Master Alex and Master Jase. They’re both very similar, and both seeming anomalies among their Asian brethren. They’re hugely muscular, well-hung (at least nine inches), and ferocious hunters and breeders of faggots.

After my first update about Master Alex, we talked and I asked for more detail about his life as a successful, muscular God Alpha who owns a vast stable of faggots. He replied this way:

I take great joy in making fags out of men who think they rule the world, only to realise that there is an alpha male who rules and controls over them. And I find them at all places I frequent. The high-end gym I frequent is free of charge, courtesy both of my PT fag and his boss, when they’re not keeping my body pumped and worshipping my muscles, scent and sweat on their floor, their bent over, cunt spread, aching for my cock to fuck them into that addictive daze they crave. Restaurants and bars where once a confident client is hidden under the table cloths choking on my cock while I enjoy a three course meal or a drink. Meeting with other agents at parties or functions and exchanging greetings with their wives, while they stare hungrily at my face and body, waiting for when I call on them and pound my thick ten inches deep up their pussies harder and better than they can ever pleasure their own women. Single fags, married fags, I have the lot; nothing changes the fact that I own them. That their pleasure they receive should only be from how much they can satisfy and please me. Their gratitude to be in service, their sore throbbing cunt lips a physical badge of honour that they’re mine. Their need to worship me only when I call them my obedient sluts.

You ask about my house fag when I arrive home in a mood. What he does is obey. To meet my needs. If I come home normally, he kneels and fishes out my cock and lets the heavy weight lie on his face while his hands work on my feet, massaging them. He doesn’t suck until I command him to. When I am done with the initial worship and skull fuck, he is to thank me before hanging my clothes or putting them in the laundry. If it is my workout or training clothes, I expect him to sniff and gag himself on my scented musky clothing. If I come home needing to breed, I pin him down, where he obediently opens his mouth for me to relentlessly drill his throat, deep and brutal, before flipping him like a toy and mercilessly whipping my ten inches in his oversized muscle pussy. Telling him how much he loves being my cock slut, desperate for my attention. How he whimpers in gratitude against my savage rhythm until I breed him and leave him slumped and gaped and cum drooling out his pussy against whatever surface I lasted railed him against. One would not expect him to be my house fag, with how gigantic and built he is with the stance and demeanor of a military trained veteran. Yet here he is, submissive and shaking and trembling in need under my Asian strength, craving my dark alpha cock to take his mind and body into orbit.

I have been in a rutting period here, faggot. You would only wish you were one of mine, with how ravenous and inexhaustible my need to fuck and breed has been in the past month or so. And it has not ended. It is not uncommon for my house to have two or more sluts on a daily basis, all of which end the night broken, dazed, red fleshed, limp piles of muscle with loads of my cum dripping out their mouth and cunts. And I am still cleaning my hard cock off on my house faggots swollen lips. Even right now, my cock head is being nursed on by a fag called up to keep my cock busy as I work.

This is like a “Day In The Life Of A God Alpha” diary entry. However, there’s clearly nothing ordinary about Master Alex’s life, especially right now as it’s mating season and he is breeding so furiously and so deeply that he seems intent on bending Nature itself into impregnating his fags, I’ve been “attacked” like this by aggressive God Alpha Masters before, and it can be quite overwhelming. But Master Alex feels like another animal entirely.

If there is a common thread in the lives of God Alphas like Master Alex, it’s this: they’re all wildly successful and accomplished professionally. This should not be surprising, since all good things flow upwards to Alphas. They get all of the high-paying jobs, all the respect, all of the attention, all of the money, and all of the pussy they can ever want.

I’m so happy that Master Alex embraced his God Alphahood early so that he may enjoy a long life of daily success and worship and Kingship!

Thank you, Master Alex, for continuing to share your jaw-dropping life!

I never thought I would write back so quick but I haven’t been too honest with myself. What I didn’t mention about me thinking I might be a beta/fag instead of an alpha is lately I’ve found myself enjoying the smell of the gym. At first I thought it was just because I’ve loved being at the gym to work out but my friend in my frat left his workout shirt on my bed and I had to stop myself from going up and smelling it. When I first wrote to you I think I knew a bit that I might not be an alpha like I thought, but I guess I was holding out hope you would tell me I just lost my way. After reading a bit though I have to say I don’t think I’m an alpha and it might have been just the hometown I grew up in.

I never gave you any background but I’m Asian, around 5’11 with a six pack and a six inch dick. In my hometown which was more Asians I stood out and I think that’s why I thought I was an alpha but being here now with other guys I feel my confidence of standing out slipping away. The reason I’m writing so soon was today my frat friend asked me to give him a massage because he was sore and called me a “good boy for being obedient.” I tried to ignore it but that phrase has been echoing in my head since then and I can’t lie I’ve been thinking about his bulge all day.
I think just being a more masculine jock is making be hesitant of accepting being inferior that I have to be a top at least. Do you have any tips of overcoming my dignity because my heart is telling me I should try serving to see if I enjoy it but my head is too proud to submit? Or how I could approach my friend ir if you think he already knows? I apologize for the lengthy excerpt but I feel this is a subject I can’t talk to anyone else about.

This is a follow-up to THIS QUESTION.

Thank you for following up on your previous question! Yes, a change in location can often give us a fresh perspective on hierarchy at large, and the wider view of Men and how they interact in other places. Suddenly we see that Men don’t always act the same way in other cultures and environments. 

But let’s get to your pressing issue. Yes, your Alpha frat friend is absolutely pushing buttons with you because he either (a) wants you to be his faggot, or (b) suspects you might be a faggot he can break.

He tried two very effective tests to determine this. First, he commanded that you give him a massage (and you complied). Then, he said, “You’re a good boy for being obedient”, which is a demeaning phrase to an Alpha (but you accepted it).

In other words, you failed both of his tests. Right now he is probably thinking about how to take ownership of you. You already gave him the information he needed through those simple tests, and as far as he’s concerned he has the green light to take whatever he wants.

Let’s get this out of the way: you’re not going to be a Top.

The feelings you’re describing are fundamental aspects of being a faggot. Your true position in hierarchy has been revealed, and you cannot escape it no matter what you try to do. Forget about your so-called dignity as a Man. Your PURPOSE is on the line! 

So the remaining question is this: how do you deal with this Alpha friend who is clearly targeting you? You have two choices, really: (1) wait until he finally forces you into submission, or (2) greet him by kneeling before him and telling him the truth. 

In my opinion, the second option is better because that way you maintain some dignity and agency over your own faghood. That way you’re not a “victim” of Alpha manipulation, but are instead honestly offering yourself him for use and service. 

The clock is ticking now. He’s on to you and he’s pretty sure what you are. Either way, it won’t be long before you’re serving him. All that remains is how YOU want it to happen. 

Good luck, brother. If you need help, you can always write to me at hi*****************@***il.com!  

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The concept of Asian Alphas is something that too many people within the hierarchical movement have mocked and dismissed too easily. Why? The biggest reason involves the stereotype that Asian Men have small-ish penises.

As a rare faggot that is truly not a size queen, I’ve always fought against such a stereotype. I’ve served some truly powerful Alphas who have average-sized dicks, so I know that cock size does not directly correlate to Alpha status.

Similarly, Asian Men are often thought of as tiny-dicked sub males, but painting all Asian Men with the same brush is borderline racist, isn’t it? It’s also NOT TRUE. The few Asian Men I’ve been with were well hung (certainly much bigger than me) and not submissive in any way. So I’m confident when I say something shocking, like the fact that Asian Men are Men and therefore vary wildly in their physical or hierarchical attributes.

Unfortunately, during my (now) nearly-ten years teaching hierarchy online I met very few Asian Alphas to help me combat this racist stereotype. Almost all of the Asians I’ve met were subs and faggots.

But recently that has changed. I’ve met powerful Asian bodybuilding breeders like Master Toople or Master Jin who have flipped the script on that stereotype.

Add Alpha Alex to that new breed of Asian Alpha.

Like Master Toople, Alpha Alex was a natural-born Alpha whose impulses led him early in life to seek bodybuilding and dominance. His experience demonstrates both the reality of Asian Alphas and the need these Kings have to dominate and own faggots.

I was linked to your site by one of my fags, and I must say, I’m intrigued. To introduce myself, I am Alpha Alex, and I knew I was different since I was 13 or 14. I was born to take over. I’m 24 now, but at 14 I owned my first slave who did anything I wanted. His goal was to worship my body and cock. At 15 I ruled the football and wrestling club; I still remember each day when I had each captain under my mercy. their eyes glazed and dazed from gaping their muscled pussies. To this day all three are still part of my fags I regularly fuck and breed, amongst countless others whose man pussies I have ruined and reshaped to the size of my cock. 

Having my own business (housing) means I regularly have calls and meetings while a fag swallows my ten thick inches as deep as it can go. Right now as I type this email, I have one attached and nursing on my cock under the table. He knows if he does a good job he gets rewarded with my alpha cock mercilessly railing him on my table until I fill him full with my superior loads. Owning and training good fags for ten years has put me in a comfortable place where I have fags on hand wherever I go. And I’m experienced in knowing when to dominate potential fags. I have fucked other realtors, competitors, sponsors, clients, and even CEOs. Nothing more thrilling than gripping a once powerful man by his head still in his suit, driving my cock into his mouth after having bred his ass. 

I take pride in being Asian. While I am not as tall, my Asian genetics come strong and hard with my natural strength and aggression. I love to make a fag watch me in my workout sessions or kickboxing practice, knowing it seeing body in confident action makes it’s pussy wet and drip. Then taking it into the changerooms and drilling its open mouth and ready cunt, all while I talk with other men. I do not take any bullying or disrepect; from high school I learnt to fight back and win. 

That was only a brief introduction. I take pride in knowing intuitively your system of hierarchy among men, as well as the very real action of cunting men and turning them into fags. Men love to try and take my ten inches, as much as it pains them, and once they do, they’re transformed into fags.

There are several astounding aspects to Alpha Alex’s testimony. First of all, that he started breeding and owning faggots at just 14 years old. What were you doing at 14 years old? How aware were you at that age? I know I knew nothing at that age, but Alpha Alex already understood his Hierarchical place and was exercising power over inferiors.

But not just inferiors. Some of the ones he subjugated were fellow Alphas (although lower hierarchically than Alpha Alex), thereby establishing Hierarchical order very much in line with my Hierarchy chart.

Most significant is the fact that Alpha Alex still owns those high school faggots to this day! They never recovered from the breedings they received as young adults, and remain hypnotized/addicted by the cum Alpha Alex pumps into them! That’s true power!

You can tell just from what Alpha Alex says about his training that he takes great pride in molding his fags and shaping them into obedient slaves. He clearly has a program he follows as he takes on new faggots, and I hope to learn more about that as I come to know him better.

Alpha Alex also takes great pride in his hunting and subjugation instincts. He mentions a couple of times about his his faggots often come from high-level and high-functioning males who are overcome by his power and his glorious cock. It must be tremendous to have such natural power!

By publishing this I want to introduce Alpha Alex to the world, but also to break down stereotypes. There are many Asian Alphas out there, and they deserve the submission and dedicated service of all faggots.

Hey, I’m an Asian alpha dom—ripped, commanding, and used to dominating guys left and right. I’ve always loved the power, the control, pinning weaker dudes down and making them beg under my strength. But then I stumbled across your post about Asian fags being weak little pussies, getting owned and used by superior white guys, and fuck—it hit me like a freight train. Something deep inside me stirred, a twisted heat I can’t shake. I’ve started fantasizing about it: those chiseled white studs with their huge cocks—way bigger than my modest Asian dick—towering over me, humiliating me, forcing me to my knees. I can’t stop thinking about how hot they are, how their rugged masculinity makes me feel small, inferior, like I’m meant to serve them. I’m confused as hell—I’m supposed to be the alpha, but now I’m jerking off to the idea of being their pathetic Asian bitch, degraded and used. The raceplay shit gets me so hard—imagining them laughing at my tiny cock, calling me a worthless yellow slut while they stretch me out. What the fuck should I do with this? Should I fight it or just give in and let white men own me like the submissive fag I might actually be?

Sir, thank you so much for writing to me! 

Well, this was certainly not what I intended to happen when I wrote that tweet, Sir! If I knew my words had that kind of power, maybe I should tweet about more money! LOL

The path through Hierarchy isn’t always clear-cut and obvious (like in my case). I’ve seen quite a few Doms who have later discovered (usually thanks to a true Alpha) that they really aren’t Dom at all. The most famous instance on this site was the case of Bruno, who originally came to me as a Master and he owned a live-in faggot named Gio. But one night Bruno met a God Alpha named Juan, and he was forced into accepting his true place as a faggot (he’s still owned by Master Juan today). 

I tell you that to assure you that you are far from the first or only Dom facing this. There simply is no way to maneuver around or avoid the truth Hierarchy presents each one of us. We can tell ourselves lies and they might stick for a while, but eventually something will collapse those lies and force us to face reality.

In your case, it was a tweet.

I do think you need to experience submitting to a true Alpha. That’s the only way to be sure about your newfound feelings. I know that’s scary, but I promise you’ll survive. In fact, it’s very possible you’ll not only survive, but THRIVE.

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Hi Sam! I wanted to ask a question about race play when it comes to faggots and alphas, and how you feel about it. I’m an asian faggot and I just recently came in contact with a white alpha that likes to use raceplay to enforce the hierarchy between us, talking about how he’s superior because of it and uses it to emasculate me. He does it in a way that’s not truly racist but just in a way that ramifies the status difference between us. However I wanted to get your perspective on this and your opinion on raceplay, as well as if there’s any examples you’ve heard of? Thanks Sam, keep up the good work!

Unfortunately race play is part of Hierarchy. I say “unfortunately” despite the fact that I was forced to participate in race play by a couple of black Alphas who demanded that I call them “nigger” while they used me … and I found it hot. 

I can’t stand racism, and on an intellectual level I’m disgusted to see racism and race play in the Hierarchical scene. Racism doesn’t accurately reflect the power dynamic going on in actual Hierarchy. 

That said, race play can be quite hot. However, I also think it’s just another sad commentary on our fallen nature in general.

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