The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Straight Alphas today are redefining Alphahaood … well, it might be more accurate to call it RESTORING Alphahood. You see, Alphas of ancient times (societies like Greece and Rome, among many others) owned and used faggots alongside women. These Alphas were venerated as gods; hell, Greek society was practically governed by a plethora of god/human demigods like Perseus or Achilles)!
In other words, Alphas who used and owned females and faggots were considered the most virile, the most powerful, the most desirable.
Young straight Alphas today, driven by their natural power but bolstered by the truth they’ve been able to learn about Hierarchy, have been tapping into infinite veins of power and glory through the use of faggots as part of their Kingship.
This site and my previous site, Fags Worship Alphas, have been teaching the truth about Hierarchy for 10 years now, and their pages are bursting with real-life examples of straight Alphas being blown away by the god-like power they feel when a faggot submits to them, swallows their cock/cum, kneels and worships their feet, and submits itself for intense breeding. They discover deep truths about their Alphahood and what it really means to be a straight God Alpha.
The latest straight Alpha to tap into this power is Master Jerome. This French Alpha is only 19 years old, and even though he has plenty of women to fuck, his cock and balls tell him he needs more. He needs complete submission to his power, complete worship, and complete service.
He discovered faggots can give him that.
It just so happened that Master Jerome’s sister has three faggot friends who are part of her dance troupe, and Master Jerome was keen on claiming all three as his personal fags. If you’ve read previous installments, you’ll know that he’s already taken ownership of Fag A.
The last time I posted, Master Jerome had gotten Fag B to submit to him and suck/swallow several loads out of his balls. But Master Jerome knew his ownership wouldn’t be complete until he mounted and bred Fag B, and nothing could stop this powerful young Alpha from getting what he wants!
And so this happened:
Hi Sam, this is Master Jerome again from France.
I finally managed to fuck and breed Fag B and I want to follow-up.
After 3 weeks preparing his fresh meet, he took my dick balls deep like a pro. I first tried just with lube and fingering his pussy, but the boy begged me to stop when the head of my dick got inside him. The second time I tried I rimmed his for a few minutes, his ass is smooth and his hole is virgin and pink, so although I didn’t want to eat fag’s ass, I just did it as if it were a female pussy. It was better but I couldn’t put more than half in his tight hole. Finally, I got a butt plug for him, told him to wear it everyday for at least 6 hours. He followed my instructions like the good boy he is and, after a week doing this, his hole was nice and ready.
Because I knew I wouldn’t hurt him that time, I put his ass up, lube on my dick and inside his hole, I hugged him from behind and just whispered in his ear “there is no way I’ll let you leave this room today without my cum deep inside of your pussy”
I banged that sexy fag like he was the last hole on Earth. He made me so proud because I didn’t even need to tell him I was getting close. He started to beg me to cum inside of him and with a few more deep thrusts I felt my dick destroying his hole and shooting all my cum in that pink pussy.
He slept in my arms and gave me a nice blowjob in the following morning. After feeding him another load, I sent the boy home with my cum in his belly, throat, and ass, as it should always be: a submissive fag with the seed of a real man in all his holes.
Next step: approaching and conquering Fag C. By the end of this summer, I will have 3 fags for my personal use.
MAGNIFIQUE!
One thing that’s already very apparent is Master Jerome’s tenderness when caring for his faggots. He grooms them and compliments them and takes his time with them. The way a Man cares for a frightened puppy is the way Master Jerome handles his faggots.
Why does he do that? Because he’s a Protector Alpha, yes, but also because he’s aiming for an ownership that goes deeper than the back of a throat or pussy. Master Jerome wants to own the HEARTS of his faggots. His faggots will yearn for his cum and domination anyway, but he wants their hearts desperate to serve him. He wants his faggots to CHERISH him as both their God Alpha as well as their protective Owner.
As Men and Alphas grow, most develop a hardness around their hearts. A brutality replaces affection, and pride/ego prevents them from caring about details that don’t concern their immediate needs.
But Master Jerome is still just 19 years old. His heart is not hardened, and his vision is bright and clear. He has that invincible Alpha bravado, knowing he was born superior and worthy of worship. But, unlike older Alphas, he is still innocent enough to recognize that the weak who serve are giving everything they have to glorify him, and he cares for that.
He sees a fragile, budding flower being trampled on by careless feet, so he takes a moment to tend to it so that it can flourish. This is what Master Jerome is doing with his faggots.
It’s beautiful.
And it makes 19-year-old Master Jerome much wiser than Alphas three-times his age.
Very soon Master Jerome will own all three of these faggots, and what a glorious summer of worship he will enjoy! All three fags kneeling before him, kissing his feet and begging to be of service! This summer begins the reign of a new King in France, Master Jerome!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
In the previous post, we learned of Master Jace’s brutal cunting of his latest faggot, a closeted fag who is technically still married to a woman. However, the faggot was still unable to handle the entire length and girth of Master Jace’s mammoth cock, so he refused to breed it.
In other words, in Master Jace’s eyes the faggot was still not fully cunted.
This weekend Master Jase decided that he’d given the faggot enough time to readjust its life and hole to accept its new purpose, so he was ready to cunt and fully breed it. Master Jase picks up the story from last time:
The cunting lasted well into Sunday, over many hours and sessions, but I can say that I have officially cunted and bred the fag. Saturday morning after feeding him a giant load both down his throat and over his face, I send my in house slut to pick up the fag, who I told to be available the whole weekend, no excuses. “Yes sir”. I hand one of my used musky jocks to my in house slut, instructing him that the fag should enter our place choking on it.
He does, and he enters almost stumbling as he catches sight of me, his legs instantly going weak and his expression already high on the scent of my musk, pre, piss and dried cum soaked into my jock. I point in front of me, and he kneels, a giant muscled dilf fag staring up as I begin wiping and slapping my monster cock over his face. “Been thinking of my cock all night?” Muffled yes. “Even when you got home to your wife?” Another muffled moan. “And you dreamed about my body and cock, didn’t you?” More moans. “Which one, choking on my cock or your pussy stretched over it?” Another long moan. I slap his face with my cock, asking again, “Which one?” The fag moans louder and tries to spread his legs. It was clear, his cunt was hungry.
I whipped the jock out of his mouth and before he could catch a breath I buried my drooling cock right down his throat, making him instantly gag and heave, his lips stretched tight. I tell my in house slut to grab a dildo and to fuck just the tip against the fags hole at the same pace as I skull fuck him. I made his mouth squelch, his face smeared in endless layers of pre, throat slime, and his own tears and snot as I bully fucked his mouth for a good half hour, with my in house slut expectedly stretching out the fags cunt with the dildo.
Pulling out my cock at last, I lay it on the fags face, telling him, “You’ve taken fingers, you’ve taken the dildo, now you’re taking my whole cock today. Understood?” “Yes, sir.” His face was scrambled already from the skullfuck, but the apprehensive look in his eyes proved he wanted it. I made him face away and expose his hole, and that beautiful gaped and still swollen cunt was winking at me. How could I resist. I picked him up, held him above me, and slowly let the fag slide his massive weight down on my cock. How his body tensed as my thick cock bored through him. The stretching did little to prepare him for how my dick reshaped and pushed apart his ass tunnel with ease. I was claiming his insides. And I wanted it all. I pushed against his inner ring. The fag cries. I wrap one arm around his abs, grab the jock and gag him again. I don’t see his face but I can see his head already rolling back again and his back muscles tensing, his legs starting to flail and toes shaking.
I let gravity do the remaining work. Releasing my grip on his body, the only thing stopping him from being deeply cunted, his body fell. Pierced right through that second drum. The fags body went crazy. Spasming in my arms. His head swaying side to side, his feet twisting. His heaving audible even through the gag. For me, his cunt was so tight. A tight ring around my base, another tight ring around my shaft, and the clench of his inside tunnels just vibrating all along my cock.
I do not remember all I said. It was a long weekend of cunting him. I specially prepared and told my in house slut, making sure to reward him for his service of taking care of the fag. But I remember at this point, completely seated inside the trembling muscled dilf fag, telling him, “You like it all the way?” A weak, barely audible moan. “You want to be used like a real fag now?” A better moan. He tried to turn to look at me but I crushed his back against my front. I wanted his full attention to be in the sensation of my cock completely remolding his insides. I slowly begin fucking him, and each thrust he makes a soundless scream as I bury back balls deep inside him.
I begin to fuck him stupid. Picked up the pace, ramming it back in as he loosened, til he began to ragdoll in my arms from how intense the fucking began to get. He was starting to go completely limp in my arms, so I told him I was going to reward him, and shot a giant load in him. Oh he did feel it, with how a low whine came out, but when I pulled out and my cum poured out his used hole and I turned his body to face mine, he was already unconscious, clearly fucked out, yet his body still instinctively reacted, his shaking legs spreading further feeling my cum escape his pussy.
That began the weekend of cunting. I let my in house slut give him aftercare. Taking him to a bedroom where he laid bent out of shape and my cum still drooling out his open and swollen cunt lips. By the end of the weekend, I was going to turn them into a puffed wreck framing a gaped red cunt. While the fag rested under my house sluts care, I worked out, drilling a guy after the gym in his ute before heading home. The fag was still in bed, but now awake…and was fingering his own cunt, moaning. I jumped on him, pulled back his arms, put one foot on his back and mounted him, sliding my cock back in him. Told him how he was just a cunted fag now, who craved my cock. Made him shake and cry as I savagedly pounded him again. Kept him in the same stretched and pinned position as he began shaking and his head bounced back, where I could see his eyes rolling nonstop. Buried my cock in him and blasted another huge load and let him drop back down to the bed. Naked, covered in fluids and a completely mess, while I was still pumped, sweaty, with my cock out my workout shorts.
This carried in the whole weekend. I would fuck and breed him in multiple positions all over the house, while my house slut cared and prepped him. I would do my own thing, training, gaming, gyming, before finding the fag to break him down into an oblivious mess. His wife messages him, wishing him fun on his ‘work colleague trip’. I certainly took my new Dilf fag for many many long hard rides.
I promised I would give him the most puffed of cunt lips, and I did. His legs couldn’t close at all by Sunday, he was barely able to limp. In house slut had cleaned him multiple times, but the fags cunt was still constantly leaking my cum. Everytime he even saw me, he would moan, buckle, and start panting. His eyes were completely gone, dilated, unfocused from the hours of non-stop merciless pounding I gave him. But as a reward, this last fuck, I slowly sank into him, wrapped my arms, and just rutted slow but forceful, letting him feel every inch of my cock pulling against his cunt. After giving him one last cunt soaking load, I got in house slut to drive him home plugged with my last load inside him. How he tells his wife about his “work weekend trip” will be interesting, but he now physically and mentally was well and truly cunted. I left a message saying he could rest Monday and Tuesday, but Wednesday, I expected his pussy to be ready for me again.
WHEW!
Experiencing Master Jace’s recaps of his conquests is almost a form of cunting in itself! I feel gaped and exhausted, but also exhilarated and alive and grateful to be a faggot!
After expressing my utter shock over this long-game, multi-day cunting he administered, I told him how shocked I was by the length, breadth, and depth of this cunting experience. After asking me if I had ever been cunted like that – which made me laugh, because I don’t know if I’d be coherent if every cunting I experienced too 2-3 weeks – Master Jase had more to say about his technique and his needs:
I love cunting fresh fags, Sam. Every once in awhile, I land a fag like this dilf fag who I know I will be keeping. And it’s worth the time and effort to cunt him over and over until his body, mind, and soul understands his place and purpose. Because for me, it’s almost like the thrill of a hunt to take my time preparing the fag for the finale.
It’s instinctual to me. It’s how I hunt my fags and sluts. It’s how I train them to take my merciless aggression and my giant cock without permanently ruining them. It’s how I transformed my current in house slut. Weeks even of university rooming slowly transforming him into a trained cock sleeve. Other alphas may cunt their fags in a day. Or less. But I like to take my time. Enjoy the thrill of the process. Revel in the final moments before the fag submits to the cunting in its entirety, their body and mind turned.
I mentioned to Master Jase that my cuntings happened without the knowledge or planning of me or any of my Masters. My Masters and Alphas who cunted me all thought they were hurting me and freaked out a bit; meanwhile, I was freaking out over the loss of control. None of us back then knew what it was, which is why I coined the term “cunting” to describe it, and I believe my work is the foremost authority on cunting anywhere on the internet.
Master Jase continued:
Hah, I always know what would hurt a fag or not. Breaking it’s cunt open will never hurt you or any fag. Your crying, your shaking, your involuntary movements, are all pleasure signs that you’ve experienced the peak of being fagged out. I do not know nor presume to know if you pioneered and coined the term cunting. But I do know that since I started to fuck and own my sluts in high school, that was how I broke them in. Not nearly with enough patience and marathon stamina as now, but I just knew that mounting them on my cock and their reactions meant that I had turned them into my willing cumdumps.
Fags are not as weak as straight alphas think they are. It takes a certain will to submit and release their control to an alpha. Myself, I demand my fags all keep themselves in the best of shapes to withstand my punishing rounds of breeding. The new Dilf fag is no exception. Point being, fags who are made to be used by alphas, will have the will and body to withstand some use from an alpha.
Master Jase is a rare Alpha, one that doesn’t fit easily into Protector or Destroyer labels. He’s probably both simultaneously. He’s like a sudden and violent storm that rises up and obliterates a town, but after it passes the sun is shining and the air is clean and fresh.
All I know is that Master Jase will mount a faggot with the expressed desire and intent to destroy it, but in the end he’s holding the limp, devastated body of a cunted faggot that has been transformed and set free. He’s not for the faint-hearted or half-hearted. Once he rams his huge dick all the way in a faggot, there’s simply no way it’s ever coming back.
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!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
A couple of days ago Master Jase shared a pretty astonishing developing story of his claiming of a new faggot at his gym. You can read that first part RIGHT HERE.
At the end of that, Master Jase hinted that he wasn’t done developing this married muscle fag. Indeed, right after I published my first account, he sent me this message:
Ordered the new dad fag to wait in the carpark of the gym after work, received an instant “Yes sir” as a reply. The fag must have been agonizingly waiting for my message, and I know he usually goes home to his family but today, he’s aching and ready for his sore pussy to be put in multiple positions by my giant cock.
So I knew the next day (yesterday) was going to be insane. Witness the insanity:
The cunting continued today. As ordered, the fag was in the carpark, waiting. He was flushed and already panting when he saw me. Made the muscled fag get on his knees, asked if he had been a hungry little slut. “Yes sir.” Daydreaming about my cock choking and stretching you out? “Yes sir”, the fag got more breathless. Pushed his face into my crotch and told him to sniff. The fag groaned and moaned.
Tossed him into my car and drove home. I ignored his breathless moans in the back. Once home, I made him pull out my cock while I pulled off my shirt. I stood like that over him, my thick cock sitting heavy on his face, and I knew he could see my powerful body ready to train him more. First his throat. Made him take more down his spasming throat than he did prior. Spit and pre covered his face. Told him to strip, and then lie back on the sofa. He trembled as he did, and his legs automatically spread as I approached. I fingered his still red and clenching hole, stretching it, told the fag to at all times keep his eyes on either my face or my body. I pushed my cock in, steady and powerful, watching his face as instinctively moaned and groaned from his stretched ass ring trying to accommodate my girth. Paused and told the fag again to look at me. He did, with his face still smeared in spit and pre, his eyes already dilating. I pressed firmer and as I broke through his second cunt again, he began shaking and crying as his eyes rolled back again. His ass ring clenching weakly and uncontrollable and the rest of his ass squeezing me as the fag lost himself again to the cunting.
When he calmed down, I leaned over him so even his dazed eyes could see me. Told the fag that this was what he was made for, and began to fuck him in slow, powerful strokes, and watched as he started to cry again with his eyes going white. His body trembling and back arching, his legs spasming and stretching even further out when I pushed an extra inch in that he couldn’t take the day before. I love watching the involuntary actions of a fag when he gets cunted deeper beyond his belief. He was already incoherent, and an hour more of just the steady slow pace, the fag was barely conscious and weakly whimpering. Muscled slow-fucked into a pile of cock drunk flesh. Another fine cunting training session.
Got my in-house slut to take care of the fag before he got to work on my cock, and having had to keep control of myself with the new fag, I went full primal rage in wrecking his muscled cunt with a brutal and hard rutting. Even after I unleashed a monster load in his ruined cunt, the new fag hadn’t yet moved. Told my in-house slut that once he recovered, to wait for the fag to come to and drive him back to his car at the gym parking lot.
I’ve never had an Alpha cunt me in stages, so I can’t really imagine the delirium this new faggot is going through. The fag probably feels like it’s wandering lost in a haunted house, terrified of what’s around the next corner. Every encounter Master Jase pushes it deeper into a subspace that can overwhelm anyone. I have no idea how this faggot is returning to its family, its aching pussy empty and yearning for Master Jase’s cock to fill it again.
It’s pretty clear that Master Jase is going to push it even farther in the next day or two. Master has refused to actually breed the faggot (thereby making this cunting “official”) until he is able to fit his entire cock into it and fuck it properly.
I’m not sure who’s more excited about this prospect, the faggot or Master Jase … or ME!
Here’s a young Alpha named @MasterNoirX visiting the room of a faggot owned by his Alpha brother, Master @danmasterboy. Master Noir needed to dump a load, so Master Dan had his faggot post up in a hotel room and wait ass-up for Master Noir to enter and then ENTER (if you know what I mean!).
Alphas typically never go without pussy to fuck. That’s because they not only can get someone to service them, but also they have Alpha brothers who look out for their needs, too.
The Alpha fraternity is a very real thing. When Kings recognize other Kings, a powerful bond develops that cannot be broken. They make elite plans together, share power and glory together, and rule kingdoms together.
Between each other, they laugh at how easy it is to own inferiors, to make these born-slave obey their every command. They marvel at the simplicity and majesty of their lives together at the top of Hierarchy.
This is the way of the world. Just as Nature intended!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
If you’ve been following the true stories about Master Toople’s conquests, you know that he’s a voracious breeder of faggots. He has a giant dick and balls that produce overwhelming loads, and coupled with his massive musculature he becomes a Terminator robot of relentless breeding.
But Master Toople is a true Master, and he understands the art of faggot manipulation.
Ask any faggot, and they will say the same thing – they LOVE a Master that can get inside their head and manipulate them into discovering new depths of their own submission. That’s why hypno audio/video files are so popular, and why popper drains are practically begged for by faggots in findom.
Well, Master Toople shared an experience he recently had with a faggot that started out as a non-sexual encounter.
You would like how I hynoed and overloaded one of my fags senses through just smell and sight. Like all my trained fags, he was ready to serve and worship when I arrived at the gym, but why not test his impulse, I thought. I gave him my commands; he was not to touch, feel, lick, or talk, only to see and smell.
Through the two hours gym session, I teased him. Push his head between my legs so he could smell my musk and pre and remnants of earlier loads today. Spread my legs where he hovered just under my bulge, staring right at my cock bulged out and taking in deep breaths. Looking back at my eyes and back to my bulge. Halfway, I would take out my cock and let it hang over his face, and even when my pre dripped on him, he obeyed my command not to lick. His gaze turned more and more stupefied and his breathing got more erratic, just from staring and smelling my cock for two hours.
You might be thinking, how was I able to hold back my alpha aggressiveness and virile instinct to fuck him. The very act that my cocks presence was enough to overwhelm his senses was able to keep me from pinning him on a weight bench and pile driving his throat or pussy.
I drove home. And the whole time, I had my cock free bouncing against the steering wheel, while he sat fixated at my cock. His face was already of absolutely cock drunkenness, and his panting was telling me just how much he was craving to taste, to touch my cock. But I was far from done.
I made the fag watch me while I throat fucked my house slut into a choking, spitting mess, and then an hour long onslaught of pounding his muscled pussy. I didn’t acknowledge the fags presence, didn’t look in his direction, but I knew he could not shift his sight away from where he knelt. As I had basically edged myself for three hours, the load I unleashed in my house slut was monumental. The long soft moan my house slut made when I pulled my hard cock out and my cum followed out like a flow…but my fag still remained obedient and didn’t moan out either at the sight, although I could sense he was near breaking point.
I sat down on the sofa, put on the news, and told my house slut to plug the fag and bring it in front of me. The way my house slut limped, and my cum pouring down his legs, fuck I wanted to mount him again but the fag was my plaything first. My slut obeyed me to the T, I didn’t give the fag any recognition as he knelt on a huge dildo in front of me with my cummy, dripping cock rising like a mountain in front of him.
That went on for an hour. My house slut served me some snacks and drinks, at one point I forced his head back into my cock and gave him a sloppy skull fuck but released him and told him to rest. The fag in front of me got increasingly agitated, I could hear his wet pussy squelching against the dildo as he couldn’t resist riding back on it, his panting and heaving was getting more volatile and his breath was getting hotter against my balls and cock.
Finally I looked at him. His eyes were dilated like I had used him multiple rounds, his nose was flared, his cheeks flushed red, and his mouth agape, tongue loose and drooling. His face was streaked in my constant dripping of pre and the cum from my house sluts prior breeding. But he let it smear all over, his eyes were completely locked onto my cock. I had completely broken and overloaded his sensory limits through sheer sight, smell, and presence of my cock. And he had never looked more cock hungry.
All I did was tap my cock on his face, almost covering it with my size, and he went into shakes like he was being cunted. I finally talked to him, told him if he wanted my cock. I got an incoherent moan as a reply, which meant he was already in that fagged state of being half conscious.
I didn’t even get to his throat. I slammed his huge hunky body to the floor, whipped out the dildo, and drove my cock into his clenching, begging pussy. Oh how he spasmed and weakly tossed his head. His eyes became even more unfocused, and his body jumped even more as I bored through his second cunt. He had never been more ragdolled as I choked pounded him all over my living room. He had never looked more delirious and gaped out when I pulled out after breeding him. He was a heap in the floor, barely conscious, but the most satisfied look in his face as his eyes kept rolling white.
You know me as the adrenaline, powerful breeder, but sometimes I like to indulge myself with absolutely brain fucking a fag through nothing but my presence. I finished with the fag not even an hour ago. My house slut has been servicing my cock with his throat since, and once I’m done messaging you, his cunt is going to receive a second round of pounding.
It may seem odd that a prolific breeder like Master Toople would even bother with an hours-long mind fuck session.
But here’s the thing to remember about Alphas – they love to see how their POWER and their PRESENCE alone causes people to crumble and submit! That’s why you’ll see Alphas stare into an inferior’s eyes at a bar and smile at them … they’re observing the effect of their charisma in real time.
Master Toople already knows what his cock and balls do to faggots. But he was able to enjoy the sight of this faggot getting cock drunk on just his SCENT.
That kind of power that arises simply by existing goes beyond any other kind of power!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of an Alpha named Moby who has slowly ascended to become the Master of Johnny, his submissive boyfriend of two years. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
As someone who has been teaching Hierarchy online day and night for most of ten years, I’ve been frustrated by the persistent emphasis on the fetishistic and the aggressiveness of the movement. Yes, I know it’s hot … but so much more is possible. I know, because I’ve been fortunate to experience those deeper levels, and I’ve always endeavored to feature true stories that go beyond the surface hierarchical power dynamics.
My brother Johnny has been in a relationship with his boyfriend Moby for two years, and over that time Moby has become more dominant while Johnny has likewise developed submissively. Master Moby has been methodical in his claiming of Johnny, leading him step by step down the inevitable path to his final purpose as Master Moby’s prized and beloved faggot.
I know little about the full extent of this process, but what I’ve seen has been glorious.
Here’s Johnny’s beautiful new update:
Hi Sam,
It’s been a few weeks since I last wrote, and so much has changed—in the best, kinkiest ways possible. I really appreciate your response and feedback. You encouraged me to accept Moby’s offer and explore things further.
Moby and I have been diving deeper into our dynamic. He’s taken a more guiding hand in shaping how I see myself and my body—and honestly? I’ve never felt more seen. Now all of my focus is on His cock. Although I’m still as horny as I ever was before (if not more so), I think I’m slowly finding other outlets to express my pent-up horniness. One of the newest things He introduced was laser hair removal. He thought it would help me feel even more like the soft, submissive boy I’m becoming for Him. So, with my full excitement (and nerves), we started the process. Legs, stomach, butt, pubes—everything below the eyebrows and above the neck—it’s all smooth now. After the third session, I caught myself admiring the mirror. I looked… owned. And I loved it. There’s no hair left. It almost makes me look prepubescent now.
The chastity cage has become a constant now. We’ve made it a little ritual: every couple of days when we shower together, Moby unlocks me, takes His time washing me with these slow, deliberate strokes, calling my locked-up penis my “nub”—a word that’s strangely grown on me. At first, it made me blush with embarrassment. But now, when He looks me in the eyes and says, “My sweet little nub doesn’t need attention,” I melt. It’s not degrading—it’s affirming. He knows how I want to be seen even when I don’t.
I’ve even started using numbing cream sometimes before locking back up—at Moby’s suggestion. It takes the edge off the ache, dulls the need a little. Makes me forget my dick entirely. And when I forget it, all I think about is Him. His pleasure. His body. His control. The few times when Moby unlocks me for a cleaning now, it almost feels uncomfortable. My…nub…has started to feel so sensitive, especially when the streams of water hit it from the shower head. I almost start begging Moby to put the cage back on right away so that things feel “normal” again.
There was one morning, after showering together, that Moby decided to leave the cage off to 1) let my nub breathe a bit, and 2) He had ordered a new, smaller cage which was going to arrive later that evening. He noticed a few days prior that I wasn’t completely filling in my previous cage which would cause my nub to grow semi-hard and cause me pain. He decided a smaller chastity cage would do me better. I remember feeling SO uncomfortable that entire day until the new cage arrived. It was extremely overstimulating feeling my dick rub against the inside of my briefs underwear—something I haven’t felt in a long time. I took a sigh of relief when Moby finally slipped the new cage on. I was at home again,
Moby also surprised me with something wild—a make-a-willy replica of Himself. An exact silicone version of His dick, down to every curve and vein. He handed it to me with a smirk and said, “Now you have something of Me to keep you company when I’m busy and gone.” It’s become my new favorite thing. When I’m desperate and horny, I’ll lie down on the bed, put my legs up, lube up my hole, and slide it in—imagining Him on top of me, whispering all the filthy things He’d say. And yeah… sometimes I get so wound up, my body will tremble and leak a bit, like it’s trying to cum without permission. It’s never quite satisfying, but that edge? That ache? It keeps me hungry for Him.
We’ve grown more comfortable leaning into the fantasy—roles, rituals, expectations. Moby has encouraged me to sit down when I pee now. That’s the only way I’m allowed to pee at home and out in public. It felt strange at first, but now it feels right. Intimate, even. He’ll sometimes come into the bathroom while I’m sitting there, kiss my neck, or murmur something teasing in my ear. And sometimes—this part is so hot—he’ll stand right in front of me, unzip, pull out His plump, flaccid cock and pee into the toilet between my spread legs. Never on me, never without my consent. Just a quiet display of dominance, this unspoken moment where I sit and submit while He stands and releases, and I look up at Him and feel… so perfectly beneath Him in the best way as I listen to his pee hit the pool of water in the bowl—something I can no longer do.
I have to confess something that happened one of the last times that Moby did that. After He was done pissing, and before He put His cock away, Moby stood there for a bit with His penis dangling in front of my mouth. Almost teasing me. There was a drop of urine still hanging onto the tip of His dick. It made me feel…some sort of way. Moby must have noticed me staring because He looked me in the eye, nodded His head as if to say, “It’s alright, go ahead,” and I leaned forward and gently wrapped my mouth around the glands of His penis and sucked that last drop of pee off. I felt a tingle go down my spine. It tasted slightly salty but surprisingly better than I had imagined. He zipped up, gave me a smirk, a pat on the head and walked off.
That whole day He didn’t fuck me, and it drove me crazy. That night when I sat down to pee again, Moby walked into the bathroom and just looked at me and my locked nub. It was a kind of look that I hadn’t seen on His face before. I felt exposed. It made my stomach churn in the best way possible. He got closer, slowly began unbuckling His pants—still staring at me. He slid His pants down to His feet, then His boxers, and His cock flopped out. His dick was soft but looking somewhat plump. He bent down to my ear and whispered, “I chugged a ton of water and have been needing to piss so bad for the past 3 hours, baby. Do you wanna be my good boy and be my urinal?” I froze for a second not knowing how to respond. He had never asked that before. I filled with confusion and excitement. All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.”
He gently put His hand on the back of my head and pulled me in. He first slid the tip of His cock into my mouth and then slowly began filling my throat with the rest of His shaft. He held my head firm against His pubes. Once He was all the way in, I felt Him twitch inside me as He said, “Get ready, baby.” I felt a warm stream of liquid hit the back of my throat. It started slow at first and then got stronger. It was so warm. My instincts kicked in and I just began swallowing. I didn’t taste much because He was so far in. I felt His dick twitch some more in my mouth as His steady stream of piss turned into a slow trickle before dying off completely. He slowly pulled out of my mouth and kissed me as He said, “Now that’s my good boy.” I melted. Now I was really horny. Moby could tell.
Without either one of us saying a word, I opened my mouth again and Moby slid inside me. I felt His cock grow bigger and harder in my mouth. Soon He got hard all the way and filled up the back of my throat. He gripped the back of my head and started sliding in and out all the way. I let Moby face fuck me until He got close to cumming. Once He got close, He shoved my head all the way onto His cock and started deep thrusting. I couldn’t breathe as his pubes tickled my nose. I felt His penis tense up right before it began to pulse violently. He let out a deep moan. Thick, warm ropes of semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it all.
The other night, something happened that still lingers in my mind—in the warmest, most blissed-out way.
After Moby finished fucking me…again, like He does every night—deep, steady thrusts that left me panting and full—we curled up on the couch to watch some TV. I was still stretched open and aching in the best way, feeling the warmth of Him inside me even as we settled in to cuddle. His load still inside me. He must’ve still felt it. That pulse of hunger. Because out of nowhere, He leaned in, nuzzled behind my ear, and slid His hand under the waistband of my shorts.
Without a word, He tugged them down. Then my underwear. I just lifted my hips, like it was instinct. He ran a single finger over my hole—slow, circling, teasing. I shivered. My body still felt raw, sensitive, but open. Inviting.
He slid His finger in slowly. Then another. And another. His movements were deep, purposeful, and unhurried—like He knew exactly where to press. And when He found my sweet spot—God, Sam—he stayed there. My nub was untouched, but I felt everything radiate from the inside out. My legs shook. My breath hitched. And I came. Hard. Just from His fingers.
But He wasn’t done.
I barely had time to catch my breath before He pulled me onto my knees, bent me over the couch cushions, and lined Himself up behind me. The way He slid inside—deep, slow, claiming—it made me whimper. I was already wrecked, but I needed more. He gave it to me. He took His time, then picked up pace—long, firm strokes that filled me completely. I pushed back into Him, desperate, matching His rhythm. Every thrust sent little shockwaves through me. I lost track of time, lost track of everything except the sound of Him groaning behind me and the feeling of Him gripping my waist like I was His to take. And I am.
He finished again—harder this time, with a low growl and a body-shaking shudder. I felt His penis pulse as He dumped a second load of cum inside me.
We collapsed together, tangled and spent, the TV still playing in the background. He held me against His chest, His arms wrapped around me like He never wanted to let go. And I fell asleep like that, still full of Him. Still warm. Still glowing.
I think I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. And more mine—in the way that means belonging to someone who sees all of you and loves what they see.
More soon,
Johnny
Can you see how Master Moby is slowly, almost seductively leading Johnny to embrace his place and purpose more and more every day. Some of the things mentioned here are small (like Master Moby giving Johnny permission to lick off the droplet of piss from his dick), but then they turn into major acts of dominance and submission that deepen their bonds as Master and faggot.
I love the way Master Moby cherishes his faggot enough to unlock him and wash him, all the while diminishing Johnny’s status by calling it a “nub” and then locking it in a smaller cage. And Johnny’s description of being out of chastity is very familiar to me; I experienced that same feeling when I was imprisoned!
But one thing this experience should reinforce in Johnny’s heart is this: his Master loves and cherishes him. That final breeding, full of passion and warmth, is something an Alpha gives only to those who deeply please him!
I’m so happy for both of them for experiencing these deeper levels of hierarchy!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’m lifting the story of Master Jerome, a 19-year-old straight French Alpha, to its own thread because it has been developing dramatically.
I think it’s pretty clear that young straight Alphas are getting the message: that faggot ownership elevates them in often dramatic ways. Combine that knowledge with a young Alpha’s hetero-flexibility, and you have the perfect recipe for fast and unorthodox activities once considered impossible from straight Men.
Enter: Master Jerome.
The very first time Master Jerome wrote to me, I could hear confused, excited lust in his words. A 19-year-old Alpha is already drenched with testosterone, but there was something more with him. It was almost as if he had just peeked into the wardrobe and glimpsed Narnia, and now he was eager to charge through the wardrobe and conquer every kingdom there.
In his case, those “kingdoms” ripe for conquering were three twink boy ballerinas, pals of his sister. Seeing those flexible, lithe boys made Master Jerome hungry for fag pussy for the first time in his life, but those feelings didn’t scare him. Instead, his superior Alpha hunting instinct turned on, and he relentlessly pursued his first victim until he finally managed to get it away from the herd so he could sink his Alpha cock into it.
That’s all it took.
Now Master Jerome has written with an update on the hunt:
This is Jerome from France. I sent you a message last month about me, my sister, and her fag friends.
I wanna thank you for your advice and let you know that I’ve been very successful so far. To make things easier, let’s call the boys Fag A, Fag B, and Fag C.
As you know I was fucking Fag A twice a week and I wanted to fuck the other two as well. One day, after using Fag A and giving him some love to recover from a destroyed hole, he told me that Fag B and C were hooking up after their rehearsals. I asked him how that was possible if both were bottoms, but fag A told that they probably just make out and suck each other dicks. And so, I thought to myself “what a waste, two gorgeous fags in need of some dick sucking each other instead of being fucked by a real Man like me”
I didn’t mention anything to Fag A, but I decided at that moment that I would fuck and breed the other boys as well. My first step was approaching Fag B. I told him that I wanted to buy a nice birthday present to my sister, but I knew nothing about ballet, so I needed his help. He was really kind and sweet, so we went together to the store and bought a few things. I started to compliment him and say that he looked really good in his ballet costumes, then to see his reaction I said “but I won’t compliment you too much because I don’t wanna have trouble with your boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?,” he asked. Then I said that I thought that Fag C and him were a couple because they are always together. He got embarrassed, and said that they were just friends. It was around 6pm, so I invited him to have some dinner with wine as a retribution for his generous help. He accepted, and after 3 glasses of wine, I asked him again why Fag C and him were not together, if they were such a pretty couple with so many common interests. I used this strategy to make him verbalize the reason why two faggots could not be together.
I had already gotten in his mind and he was much more outgoing after the wine, so he just said “well, we were not very compatible.” I pretended that I didn’t understand what he meant and just said “oh, I would never imagine that, you guys are both ballet dancers, I thought you had a lot of compatibility.” Then the sexy femboy chuckled and said “well, you’re straight, you don’t understand, but when to guys are together one needs to be the Man, and in the bedroom we are two girls.” I laughed along with him and just said “well, you’re really talented and attractive, I’m sure you’ll find someone soon.” I paid the bill for us, we left the restaurant, and the faggot asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told him that I did not but I was hoping to find a girls as sweet and cute as he is.
That was all it took for him to let me get closer and we started kissing (a literal French kiss between two French people in France lol). The boy was surprised and said that he didn’t know that I liked guys too. So I said “well, I like you, and that’s what matters now.” I took him back to my house and squeezed in my room because my sister was there. Then I told him “well, if your problem was having two girls in the bedroom, now I guarantee that you’re the only girl here, and I’ll treat you as my girl from now on.” He sucked my dick as if I were the last Man on Earth, what a wonderful blowjob.
Sadly, I did not have lube in my room, and he was a virgin with a super tight hole. So I kept him in my room for several hours, and pumped three loads in his mouth. He swallowed all of them and did not complain at any moment. I put him on my chest after all these blowjobs and kept saying how gorgeous he is. The boy was really happy to be in my arms.
So Sam, I need you to give your insights on my strategy to conquer these fags. Do you think I did well in not fucking his hole? I would’ve probably hurt him, but at the same time I acknowledge the importance of putting my cum inside his ass as soon as possible. For now, I will keep fucking Fag A around twice a week, and I told Fag B that I will take his virginity soon. But his hole is much tighter than Fag A, so I’ll be extra careful to do it without hurting my new boy.
If you can tell me what you think and, most importantly, give me any advice on how to finally conquer the third Fag, I would really appreciate it. I like your idea of putting all of then on their knees, but I think that before getting to this point I need to be more romantic and conquer one by one.
Your work is invaluable, and I hope it is okay to keep in touch with you while I explore Hierarchy.
I was breathless reading Master Jerome’s update! Just a shocking amount of power, understanding, and control for a straight Alpha his age!
To answer Master Jerome’s questions first:
I absolutely think the conquering of Fag B was expertly handled. Throat-fucking aside, it was surprisingly romantic. I might caution against getting too romantic at this stage, simply because the stable of fags is being built, so keeping the romance to a minimum might be better in order to prevent any of the faggots from becoming too attached or jealous. In a perfect scenario, all three faggots will be able to serve Master Jerome together in harmony and cooperation. It’s what every straight Alpha deserves.
I completely agree with Master Jerome that it is imperative that he try to breed Fag B as soon as possible. His cum is already working on Fag B’s mind and addicting the faggot to its new Owner. Now is the time to strike.
And yes, Master Jerome’s cock and rut will hurt the faggot (even with lube), but here’s the point Master Jerome might not appreciate yet: faggots are meant to suffer for the pleasure of Alphas like him. It’s simply our lot in life. Faggots are born to be pierced, fucked, and bred by cock. It hurts, but faggots receive pleasure from that pain because through it we find fulfillment.
Fag B will likely scream and cry while Master Jerome takes its virginity, but it will forever thank him for it afterward!
As for the taking of Fag C, I think I will just repeat what I said before: I’m sure these fags are talking to each other about what’s happening and probably anticipating more. I don’t think it’d be necessary for Master Jerome to go to great lengths to capture this third faggot. He could most likely just walk up to it and demand that it get on its knees to service him. But I think Master Jerome likes to play with his food before he eats it, so I’d just follow the path that worked so well with Fag B. It won’t take long, I promise.
So now straight Master Jerome stands poised to take ownership of his first three faggots. Soon he will have day-long worship sessions, with all three faggots servicing and worshiping every part of his body and giving him unending pleasure … all on command!
It’s simply the way Alphas were meant to live!
Master Jerome, you’re more than welcome to continue to use the site’s “Questions From Readers” inbox, but you can also write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com for more specialized, immediate advice!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Part of the thrill of knowing a God Alpha like Master Toople is the unexpected. For instance, his name waits in my X DMs like a sleeping Godzilla, only to appear every so often with an experience so jarring that I can barely get anything done the rest of the day.
Of course, I hear from a lot of powerful Alphas, with each powerful in their own way. Master Toople is powerful through the brutal application of raw physical power, unsympathetic aggression, and relentless stamina. He’s almost terrifying for a faggot like me. I liken knowing him to standing on the edge of a dark, yawning, bottomless chasm where one false move could lead to death.
Master Toople sent me a message a couple of days ago with yet another experience, but he added some perspective as well.
Always fun having multiple fags around. Brought home a gym slut, and my live-in slut is sucking on my toes and sniffing my feet while the gym slut chokes and gags himself on my cock. Both bred and plugged to keep my seed inside them.
For the fags and sluts I own and fuck on a regular basis, I use their names, usually a nickname. Example, my two live-in sluts, one is called Lil Josh, ironic because he’s the biggest of us, and the other is Matt Bag because I use him like a heavy bag. If I’m fucking and dominating someone new, they get called boy, fag, slut, bitch, etc. “Suck my cock with your pussy lips, muscle bitch” as an example.
Master Toople’s naming system seems appropriate given the vast number of faggots and betas he has subjugated, mounted, and bred. I imagine they are a vast, faceless horde of faggots with hollowed-out eyes craving Master’s huge, cum-spurting cock inside them again.
It’s just funny to me how Alphas tend to fall easily into similar mannerisms and conventions when owning and using faggots. I don’t know how that can be genetic, but it sure seems to be!
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!
Even I don’t know the percentage of straight Alphas who use faggots as cocksuckers and then don’t fuck them, but it seems pretty low to me. I mean, my first Alpha Roger didn’t fuck my ass, but he seems to be an outlier.
What I’m getting at is this: if a straight Alpha uses a faggot for blowjobs consistently for a period of time, he’s more than likely going to end up mounting and breeding it as well. After all, he’s now getting head from a faggot and realizing it doesn’t change his sexual preference, so why not go farther and fuck it as well?
The probability goes even higher if the straight Alpha keeps the faggot in-house as a personal slave. Day after day the Alpha comes home frustrated and in need of a hole to relentlessly pound, and there’s an eager, obedient hole to use! How convenient!
I knew Master Mike would eventually fuck his faggot Benjamin after a couple of weeks of constant oral service. Master Mike is a truly powerful straight Alpha who is used to getting his way, and he seems to have little concern about the opinions of the inferiors all around him. After hearing the way Master Mike practically growled while describing Benji’s insatiable throat, I figured Master Mike would be breeding Benji in short order.
Then the other day, it happened:
Benji would like to pass on his thanks. He seemed to enjoy his pussy getting smashed yesterday. I know I enjoyed it. Most girls don’t give up their assholes but Benji gritted his teeth and took it. Because he had sucked me off so many times it was quite a marathon fuck too. Just under 2 hours. And I will admit I get pretty rough with it towards the end. Shot my load deep in his pussy. Fuck was I tired once done. I woke up this morning with Benji trapped under me still. I had him fully pinned for 10 hours and the fucking fag was SMILING in his sleep. So I took my morning wood and went balls deep again. That pussy will never provide resistance to me again. Shot my second load in his cunt and plugged it to let it fully enter his bloodstream. I then had him clean up the 2 fucks worth of crusted lube and ass slime and cum. The breakfast of fags. Going to need him to change my sheets too as his pussy leaked overnight. The one issue I have is the little bit of hair stubble he has on his hole. I want it perfectly smooth which can’t be done with shaving. Time to book him in for some laser treatment.
I love how nonchalantly Master Mike relates this huge moment in his life. After all, this was the first time he’s ever bred a faggot!
Also, take note of Master Mike’s sudden attentiveness to Benjamin’s grooming. He wants to reshape his faggot into the perfect toy worthy of taking his cock and his kids. That indicates a POSSESSIVE MINDSET, something often seen in truly powerful Alpha Masters who want to OWN THEIR FAGGOTS COMPLETELY.
Then Master Mike added more:
There was some resistance but he was very eager and I used plenty of lube. I know that probably makes me a soft touch of a Master. Spoiling him with lube and letting him sleep in my bed. I honestly felt so powerful in that moment. Hearing his whimpers and whines. And then his begging for more. I was slow and firm getting into him. Got balls deep and held for a minute while I made him recite over and over that he was my faggot. My property. Then I started. I can only describe it as a rut. I dont remember much of the next few hours. I woke up this morning with my arms in a tackle hold around his neck and shoulders. My legs spreading and pinning his. Fuck it felt good. No chick would ever let you fuck her that hard. Or physically restrain he like that. He struggled a little bit but I don’t think he wanted to break free. He knows I like to physically overpower so I think he was showing how helpless he was. Benji was not a virgin but it has been about a year and a half since he was fucked and he has never been fucked like that. Such a good faggot though. Definitely worth it.
It’s so awesome that Master Mike is deep enough and thoughtful enough to really take the time to ponder the glories of faggot ownership compared to the use of females. And it’s clear that Benjamin’s faithful and devoted service is making a believer out of Master Mike!
A couple of months ago Master Mike probably never imagined that his life could be like this. He already knew he was born a King, but he couldn’t really grasp the full extent of his Kingdom.
But his eyes are wide open now, and the possibilities are endless!
This faggot has been well trained over a number of years in a part time relationship with Master, W/e have separate vanilla relationships but come together whenever W/we can so faggot can be its true self and so Master can express His own true commanding nature. Over the last 18 months faggot has also very occasionally been seeing a much younger man (many decades younger) who likes to play at being dominant. Master is aware of this and has given His approval. Last week this young man took total charge during a meet up, ripped off faggot’s underwear and gave it a magnificent fucking. Faggot felt his seed deep inside and for the next few days felt a great sense of exhilaration and renewed vigour, almost as though this young would-be alpha had transformed it through the gift of his jism. So faggot has a couple of questions: should it feel especially humiliated and uncomfortable with taking seed from so young a man? Or should faggot encourage this young top, in his very early 20s, to develop and grow into what may be his true nature through further meet ups. He is rather gauche and needs to work on a hesitant, tentative attitude which sometimes lessens the mood. However, faggot believes that given time and encouragement he could become a true master. If faggot continues to meet him it wonders how exactly would be the best way to help him develop. Master will probably be requesting a joint meet-up although coordinating such a session might prove difficult. Faggot would be very grateful for any thoughts and comments.
Brother, thanks for the experience and the question!
Congratulations on being owned by such a caring and thoughtful Master, but also for the opportunity to serve this younger Alpha! There is something to be said for being an experienced and trained faggot (as opposed to young, cute, untrained ones) because we know how to give proper service to these greatest Men!
It’s hardly surprising that you felt rejuvenation after your breeding from this young Alpha. Alpha cum is potent, and combined with the psychological lift provided from his aggressive breeding of you, would definitely boost your serotonin levels.
And it is absolutely right for you to have offered yourself to this young Alpha and allowed him to take you and breed you. How is that even a question? You were born for that very purpose.
I don’t think this young Alpha is “playing at being dominant”. I think he is very dominant (based on your testimony), but he’s YOUNG and LEARNING ABOUT HIS POWER. The hesitation exists because he’s a young lion learning how to hunt and subdue and kill. That’s why it’s absolutely critical that you keep serving him. Your experience will help to draw out that hungry power from within him through your deep respect and worship of him. You know what I mean and what to do.
If your Master is willing, I think it would be great if he mentored this young Alpha, perhaps even using you together. The young Alpha might be intimidated by your Master at first, but Alphahood trumps all other concerns.
Whatever you do, keep serving this young Alpha to the best of your abilities. You’re already proving valuable in bringing out his true dominance. Don’t stop!
Hi brother!! I am 19 and I know I am a faggot since I was very very young. My father left my mom when I was 4 and he was a really bad guy for her. My mom is my hero and my best friend. She raised me and has always protected me. She is super liberal and we talk about everything with no fear or embarrassment. I came out to her when I was 15 and she has been super supportive, she knows everything about my sexual life and always gives me great advice.
We have never talked about faggots and alphas using these terms, but she is aware that I am a femboy who loves big man and needs a true Alpha. I have a friend from school who really likes me and treats me really well. My mom knows him and likes him too. He wants to take me as his boyfriend and was very clear to me that he wants to be the dominant part of the relationship. I am a virgin and so far I have only given him blowjobs. He always says that really likes me and he is ready to be part of my life but, before making it official, he demands two things: I need to swallow his cum and he wants to breed me.
Of course he will eventually take my virginity if we become boyfriends and I am okay with him breeding my hole. But I am still a little concerned about taking his cum in my mouth. I don’t know… I suck his dick several times a week and he always shoots his load on the floor. He told me that it is okay that I feel uncomfortable now, but he will only take me as his sub boyfriend if I accept his load on my face, on my chest, in my mouth, and deep inside my ass.
I had a very honest conversation about that with my mom and she said that Men love spreading their seed and, if he is healthy and responsible, there is no reason to be afraid of swallowing his load. She literally told me that he is a great guy and I should take his load in my mouth and in my ass before he finds somebody else who is willing to take it. Then she said, “he’s a gentleman and very hot, trust me, he will find somebody else if you don’t want it.”
So what do you think brother?? Am I being stupid with this fear of taking his load? Do you think that it is realistic to convince him to keep shooting his load on the floor or inside the condom? Could you please talk a little about the importance of cum in a fag-Alpha relationship?
Thank you! I love you Sam!! I love your work!
Hi brother! Thank you for writing to me!
First of all, your mother is incredible. I love everything about her! What an amazing response she had about swallowing Alpha cum!
Here’s the other thing: she’s absolutely right. You have nothing to worry about with diseases. First of all, he’s your age and likely extremely clean. And also, your saliva kills most pathogens and your stomach acid definitely does.
You need to get into the mindset that swallowing Alpha cum is a PRIVILEGE. It is a GIFT an Alpha gives to his faggot. I realize it’s a little weird at first, but you’ll feel more complete as a faggot if you do.
Breeding is a simpler thing, of course, and should be a no-brainer.
Simply put, you need to get over this resistance to give honor and respect to Alpha cum. It is the most valuable substance on Earth, the essence of an Alpha, and it belongs inside of you rather than on the floor/ground.
His cum will change you for the better, brother! So listen to your brilliant mother, and serve this powerful Alpha properly!
Here’s a hot clip of sexy Master @hollywoodpwrtop talking on the podcast about the power of breeding. Nobody does it or understands it better than he does!
Straight Master @PeteyDickens co-owns a faggøt with his friend, straight Master @jacejamesonxx. They’ve both begun to fuck this faggøt, and they’ve learned a lot about their Alphahood because of it.
Here’s what Master Pete wrote today:
“One thing I have discovered since starting to fuck a f@g in the ass is the feminine noises it creates from them. Women are loud & I wonder insincere as sex is a chore for them. Once I get pounding out my f@g buddy the moans it generates are more authentic.
When I hear these real feminine moans after fucking them out of my f@g & the pleasure on my cock from it being pleasured, I find myself being able to fuck harder. I get so into it growling, verbally, & physically dominating him.
My friend who I co-own our f@g with explained this to me. He calls it “beast mode.” Very few women can produce this level of beast mode in an alpha male. The completion of this mode is cumming into my f@g as I am pumping my cum into another human and it’s not just for reproductive purposes.
Lastly it amazes me how much my f@g is still pleasured after I pull out. The intense penetration of my cock & my cum in his body continues to physically & mentally please him after.”
⭐️ That after effect Master Pete mentions is likely the result of cunting!
