I’ve been watching the fag descent of social media porn star @AlexxxGrant21 for a long time, and it’s clear he’s getting to a place of total acceptance of his faghood.
It can be hard descending into faghood in the public eye. People who followed you before for different reasons now must see you in a different light.
But there is no other choice now. Alex continues to expertly serve big-dicked Alphas like @boy9_xxx (pictured above) with expert skill and proper fag etiquette. He’s a terrific example for other faggots on how to properly and worshipfully serve.
I’d just love it if he’d get in chastity, though. He’s still semi-preoccupied by his little penis, and that sets a bad precedent. Even uber-faggot @JoeyMillsxxx has been in chastity.
I just think it would help Alex embrace his true purpose even more and in a personal way, in his life beyond the camera.
Hi I’m a 22 year old submissive chastity bottom, I’ve been a long time follower for few years now.
so my problem at the moment is that I can’t find the right master who lives close to me I live only an hour from Sydney Aus and live in a very popular area where the population is about half a million. I can’t find a dom who’s into chastity and wants to own a slave what should I do? I don’t want to lose my values of being a sub but I haven’t been with someone for about an year.
Brother, thank you for the question!
First of all, congratulations on your chastity! I’m glad you felt strongly enough to cage yourself in order to help deepen your journey into submission! That shows dedication that will surely impress a Master when you find Him!
I’m a little surprised that you’re having trouble finding a Master in Sydney. I was under the impression that Sydney and Melbourne were gay hot spots in Australia. I don’t know enough about the scene in Australia or what apps/sites work best in that part of the world.
However, I’m sure you know Alphas in your personal life (like work or the gym), and that’s where you should start. You can lead these Alphas by submitting to them subtly and doing things for them which should trigger their curiosity. Or, you can ask these Alphas something like, “Do you consider yourself to be Alpha?” which typically leads to a conversation about Hierarchy. That’s when you can lead the Alpha to consider his greater purpose, as well as your purpose as a faggot. Use the free materials I have here for you to use.
A second and last quick question for you. I recently saw a video of an alpha roughly fucking his fag and slapping him a bit- of course the fag was enjoying it. However, the fag was furiously jerking his cock the whole time. Is it just me, or does that seem extremely disrespectful? It just seems so selfish to touch your cock when your focus should be on the alpha dick. It annoyed me enough to write in about it, I would never do something like that.
Thanks for the second question!
Yes, it is extremely disrespectful for a faggot to be doing anything with its penis and balls other than holding them back and out of the way for Alpha penetration. This is one of multiple justifications for chastity cages for faggots. I’m a big proponent of them these days.
On a related side note: I’ve talked to Alphas who allow their faggots to jerk off while being used, and they said that they like the faggot to be pleased as well. I didn’t argue with them – they have the right to do whatever they want with their faggots – but I do think they’re inadvertently training bad habits into the fag that will eventually lead to more issues.
The following post is part of a thread detailing the admission and submission of a new faggot named Ben to a teen Destroyer Alpha named Grayson. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s rare that a faggot ever has a chance to decide which Alpha it should serve. Usually faggots bounce from one Alpha to the next like pinballs careening haphazardly across a pinball table. And too often, when faggots are given a choice between Alphas, they tend to choose the one that will damage them the most.
Ben is a relatively new faggot, and he finds himself at an emotional crossroads with two Alphas in his life. He is currently owned by a powerful and relatively scary Destroyer Alpha named Grayson. However, he recently started trying to serve a new Protector Alpha named Ethan. See the quandary?
In the last update, we heard how Master Grayson had fucked and bred (and took video of it) an Alpha that Ben was serving on the side. That Alpha was Master Ethan. But the entire experience has left Ben confused and worried.
I’ll let him tell it:
I have another update on my situation with Master Grayson as im unsure of everything I’m feeling. Since my last experience, I am now serving both Master Grayson and my friend (Ethan). I’ve felt different when serving them with Grayson it feels more natural how much cocky, confident, and stronger he is over me, while with Ethan is dominant I’ve felt more secure serving him as he looks out for me more. Despite this I’ve been actively seeking out gay bottoms to fuck on Grindr as well despite submitting for both alphas it’s like this big push and pull for me on both sides.
For master Ethan he has been so kind and rough and dominant but whenever I give him head he always tells me “you’re such a good fucking boy” and “god you give the best head”. It’s such a strange dynamic to me that he can balance both of his personalities so well to the point where I’ve developed feelings for him. Whenever I am with him I feel like I am fulfilling my purpose better and more cared for.
But for master Grayson though he’s ramped up his control of me even more lately. I’ve become an at home slave, chauffeur, and mouth to use and the apartment I moved into recently this month has become less my apartment and his place now with him taking my bed whenever he is over. I’ve been taking his loads almost daily now and recently he has instructed me to wear a buttplug to “train my faggot hole and make it useful for once”.
He also has forced me to download an app that lets him control my entire phone from what I can access and see who I talk to which has lead me to be careful in finding ways to serve Ethan. And just yesterday he told me he hated seeing me get hard from serving him and that I should “be prepared to have your tiny dick locked up fag but you would like that wouldn’t you.”
Personally I don’t know if I’m ready for chastity but I know it’s something I can’t control if Grayson requests it. And I know it seems stupid that I have a caring alpha in Ethan but Grayson’s dominance and cockiness turns something on in me that I can’t escape and it doesn’t help that his workouts this summer have made him more ripped and muscular that it feels impossible to not serve him. I guess I don’t know how to choose between them as it seems if I choose Grayson he has made it clear that I cannot serve anyone else. Any advice?
The differences between the two Alphas couldn’t be any more apparent. Master Ethan, still owning Ben even after that humiliation, shows his Protector Alpha side regularly and isn’t afraid of being kind to his fags. Meanwhile, Master Grayson seems like the villain of every Lifetime Movie Of The Week, He’s stalking, cruel, malicious, and almost hateful.
I can’t really advise Ben to stay with Master Grayson, because I honestly think he’s the wrong Alpha for a new (and struggling) faggot like Ben. Plus, I really kind of worry about Master Grayson’s hyper-possessive attitude.
I told Ben he should talk to Master Ethan about his concerns. There might be some way this intelligent young Alpha can help Ben get away from Master Grayson. But judging from Ben’s closing words – “it feels impossible to not serve him” – I think the toughest part of this battle will be fought inside Ben himself.
Hey, it’s sam here. Master Declan contacted me and commanded that I publish this audience-participation game he’s playing with his faggot boyfriend Zack. Please read and play along if you want to!
BED OR BEHIND BARS, you decide!
Hey, it’s Declan.
Zack’s still sleeping in bed, so I figured I’d take a moment to introduce a new feature, one that puts even more control in your hands. How does this sound?
You get to decide if he earns a spot in our bed… or if he gets locked in his cold little jail cell for the night like the good caged slave he is. That means a strict curfew, no cuddles, no warmth and just me closing the cell door with a heavy click of the padlock before I crawl into the master bed alone. And he stays locked up until I’m ready to leave for work in the morning.
Let’s be honest, he looks better on the floor behind bars. And I sleep better knowing he’s exactly where he belongs.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a young faggot named Asher by his actual uncle. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of the bigger surprises I’ve received from running a site like this and deeply covering so many stories is the number of faggots being enslaved into service to family members. I guess I always thought of that as taboo, but I’ve come to know that hierarchy runs deeper than I ever expected.
Asher is a young faggot who has been asking me questions in my “Questions From Readers” inbox about submitting and serving his uncle. I almost elevated Asher’s story to a proper blog thread with his last question about his uncle really claiming him as his faggot. Now I’m doing it because his uncle has really ramped things up.
But before I get to Asher’s update, I want to point out that, in my advice to his last question, I mentioned that chastity was the answer to his situation. With that in mind, listen to this:
I got in chastity but in a different way. You see, once my uncle accepted me as his faggot, he told me that I have to earn action with my dick. Right now, I am only allowed to give him handjob. He has also said me to always stay naked in the house and do chores. But my habit to touch my dick was still a problem. One day, after giving him handjob and cleaning him up with tissue (he has also said that I have to earn his cum), I went in other room and started tot touch my dick. I just wanted to feel my hand that just touched and jerked my God’s dick. But he just barged in and caught me touching my dick and got angry. He grabbed my hand , took me to the bedroom and then tied both my hands at one leg of the bed. “Do not try to untie while I am out.” he said. I nodded and he left. I had never seen him this angry. He has always loved me and cared for me, even after accepting me being a fag. After about 2 hours he came back. He had brought some items in a bag. He untied me and then sat on the bed and made me sit on my knees between his legs.
“Look, I had already told you that you should not touch your nub. That is not how a fag get pleasure. You can only get pleasure if your master fucks you. Your pleasure is dependent on me. And you have disappointed me. So I am gonna you in chastity. I gave you a chance and you failed.”
“I am sorry, I did not mean to do it, but ..”
“No if n buts, you have to wear chastity. Now thank me for making you wear chastity.”
“Thank you uncle for making me wear chastity. “
It was a nice pink chastity, small in size as my dick is already not that big, and he also bought a dog collar.
“You should wear this all the time in the house, no matter what. It will show you your position.”
I honestly felt more faggy when he put on the collar on me. I guess this is how may faggot journey is turning out to be.
It’s pretty amazing to me that Asher’s uncle (a straight Alpha) understands faggot ownership so well. It seems to come to him naturally.
Also, how do straight Men understand chastity and its ability to mold faggots? It’s crazy to me. I guess it’s just a matter of understanding how taking away a faggot’s penis reduces them and forces them to focus.
I really think Asher will benefit from chastity … but that means his uncle will be using him sexually very soon. I hope Asher is ready for that!
What’s up fag took your advice and it submitted to me in seconds it was like throwing a dog a bone. I expected that it was a fag already but I didn’t think it was that desperate. I had it kneel and kiss my shoes first and while it was reluctant at first a few slaps got it slobbering like a dog. It admitted that it was a faggot quickly and I had it yell it louder each time that I think my housemates heard it. Despite feeling amazing owning this fag and it being obedient, my issue is how hard it was getting. It took away from the pleasure of slapping it and forcing it below me when I saw how i could see its dick get hard from licking my feet and even more when I slapped it. I only have a short period of time with this faggot before summer so I want to train it better to break its habits so it can serve better while I can enjoy dominating it without seeing it be hard. I thought about threatening it or telling everyone but didn’t know if that would make the situation worse since I want to psychologically break it and make it completely subservient.
Thank you very much for following up on this situation, Sir!
First of all, congratulations on taking ownership of your first faggot! It sounds like you were exactly right about it, and I’m glad my suggestions worked! I think what you did to get it to loudly admit that it’s a faggot was quite effective; it’s almost like how drill sergeants use loud call/response commands in the armed services to get into the minds of their soldiers!
Now, let’s talk about your complaint, Sir. You’ll remember that I WARNED YOU about using harsh discipline on faggots because they often get excited by it. But you didn’t heed my warning, Sir, and so you ended up with something you didn’t want. It became a vicious cycle of increased violence and increased arousal.
Here’s the other thing: no male can really control their erections naturally. They just happen. I’m sure when you were younger you had erections at inopportune times. They just happen, Sir.
If you don’t want to see your faggot aroused, you must try to resist beating the faggot, Sir. I understand that beating it might be your natural urge, but to get what you want from the faggot, you’ll need to try a different approach … much like the one I outlined for you in my first response.
I might also add this suggestion now that you’ve taken ownership of it: chastity. Lock up your faggot’s skin flap in a chastity cage so that (a) it’ll be prevented from getting a full erection, and (b) it’ll be concealed from your view.
I do suggest that you be the one to lock the faggot in chastity, Sir. This is more official in the mind of the faggot and becomes almost a sacred ceremony for the fag. However, if you’re squeamish about touching the fag there, then you can oversee the faggot locking itself into chastity. Just make sure it’s secured on the faggot properly.
Overall, I’m pleased to hear this news, Sir! I’m glad you now can experience deeper and more resonant power, and the kind of like an Alpha deserves!
A chastity cage is essentially a green light for any Man (Alpha or otherwise) that the guy wearing it can be used however they want.
This is why faggots proudly displaying their cages in gyms often get used in gyms. Alphas pumped with testosterone know they won’t hear “no” when they need to use it.
It’s a holiday today, and I’m home alone, tidying up before Declan gets back from work. Honestly, it sucks that he had to go in today—I was hoping we’d get to spend the day together. I didn’t expect him to come home on his lunch break, but he did. I had the music playing loud while I vacuumed and didn’t hear the door open.
Next thing I knew, he was behind me—his surprise made me yelp so loud I nearly dropped the vacuum. He just laughed and said with a smirk, “Good housewife, cleaning up while I’m out making money.”
Still catching my breath, I asked, “What are you doing home, babe?”
He leaned in close and replied, “There’s a new guy at work. Hot as hell. I’ve been hard all morning just looking at him. I came home to put on some tighter underwear—don’t need everyone noticing.”
Before I could reply, he took my hand and said, “Come with me.” There was a glint in his eye I knew all too well.
He led me to the room where he keeps the jail cell —our little shared secret. “Shhh,” he whispered. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he locked one end of a hinged cuff around my balls and the other to the cold iron bar. My hands followed, restrained together in front of me to the bars. I was now kneeling, unable to move without a very noticeable consequence. He took my phone and placed it near by and turned my camera on and said: “Use your watch and turn your camera on to film yourself if you want or don’t. I don’t care”
Declan stepped back smiling. “Move too much, and you’ll feel it,” he warned, brushing his hand down my cheek. “I’m going to the living room to watch some porn and blow a load. I might make a bit of a mess—something for you to deal with after I leave.”
I heard him walk off, and then the unmistakable sounds of moans and motion coming from the other room. I couldn’t move, couldn’t touch—only listen. Time slowed to a crawl. Ten minutes later, he returned, casually unfastened the cuffs, and with a satisfied tone said, “Clean the carpet before I get back,” he said, licking his thumb and brushing it across my bottom lip. “I left you something to remember me by.”
Seconds later, the door shut behind him.
I wish I could say I was strong enough to resist, but I didn’t even think to take a picture for all of you. I just cleaned it up… maybe a little more intimately than I should have as I admit I took a few licks.
Does that make me pathetic licking his cum from the carpet?
All I know is… I’m still aching for him.
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I’ve been coming to terms recently with the fact that I am a faggot. Because of your website, you’ve inspired me and now I’m interested in locking my penis up in a chastity cage to start my fag journey, but I don’t know where to start.
Do you have any recommendations for where I can start looking for a good quality cage? Or do you have any yourself that you personally prefer and would recommend to other fellow fags? Any other tips or tricks for a good- fitting cage?
Thanks so much!
Hi brother! Thank you for the question!
Congratulations on accepting your faghood and for considering chastity! I think you’re on the verge of something wonderful and fulfilling!
My very best advice for newbies to chastity is that you should find a cheap silicone cage (Amazon has several) in order to find the right size for you (sizing isn’t as easy as it seems) without spending a bunch of money. Theoretically at that price point you could buy a couple of sizes and find the best fit.
Once you get accustomed to wearing it and you’ve found a good size, you can invest in something sturdier and cleaner, like stainless steel.
I recommend that you shave the entire area and keep it free of hair; that will make it more comfortable. And you can use talc or something like that to prevent chaffing.
I hope it goes well with you on your new journey! Chastity will change everything for you, I promise!
It’s been a couple of days since we arrived at the cottage.
I had settled into a routine, one that revolved around taking care of the men.
The men:
My boyfriend: Declan & his buddy: Rick
My daily routine included:
Waking up earlier than them and doing Rick’s morning chores, which included: Watering the grass, flowers, and plants, setting up the beach chairs, gathering fresh towels and cleaning the outdoor shower, preparing the coffee, picking up the beer cans and bottles around the firepit
Declan usually slept in, but Rick was up early, sitting quietly on the deck. When I saw him, I’d bring him his coffee and sit with him briefly before getting back to my chores. He’d sip his coffee, smoke his cigarettes, and watch me.
On the second morning, Rick said, “Declan is a lucky guy to have such an obedient boyfriend. You should be proud of yourself.”
I blushed. I was proud of myself.
Once Declan woke up, he’d join Rick on the deck. I made sure his coffee was ready and kept both their mugs topped up.
One of my additional tasks was applying suntanning oil to both of them. It was always a struggle doing Rick—his toned body made my chastity cage strain uncomfortably.
That day, Rick gave me a few extra tasks:
Carrying firewood to the pit, setting up a cooler full of beer and ice by the beach and laying out towels for tanning
I laid out three towels, but later noticed one had been removed and folded away. I guess that meant I wasn’t tanning with them today.
By 2 PM, the men were well into their drinks. I was allowed to join in and had a couple beers myself. While watering the grass, I saw them both approach. Declan kissed me gently—and while I was distracted, Rick grabbed my arm from behind.
Before I knew what was happening, they had me on the ground. I was lying on my stomach, confused, as they handcuffed my wrists behind my back.
Me: “What’s going on, guys? You know I’d comply willingly.”
Declan: “Be quiet, Zack.”
They lifted me to my feet and escorted me to a bushy area near the trees. One cuff was released only to reattach my arms—this time around the trunk of a tree. I was now kneeling, helpless, my hands secured around the bark.
Declan walked away. Rick crouched in front of me, looked me in the eye, then spat on my face.
Rick: “Your boyfriend and I want to enjoy some drinks and a book by the lake. If we hear a peep from you, I’ll stuff one of my dirty socks in your mouth and duct tape it shut.
Just relax. Enjoy nature. We’ll be watching from the lake.”
It was the first time Rick had ever asserted such dominance. I was stunned. Humiliated. And I couldn’t do a thing—just kneel there, his spit drying on my face.
What I didn’t know was that Declan had logged into my X account and posted:
“At a buddy’s cottage. Who wants me to cuff Zack, drag him into the woods, tie him fully naked to a tree and piss all over him while we drink in the sun? Maybe Rick adds his too. 😈
Hit up my throne if you want to make it happen. Just added: Cottage Soaking While Stored.”
@keyofkink—someone I regularly chat with—saw it. And apparently, he helped make Declan’s “wish” come true. (He requested I stay clothed)
An hour passed before Declan returned. He kissed me and said he loved me. Then he unzipped his shorts, pulled out his cock, and let loose.
He pissed all over me—face, shirt, shorts—everything soaked in his golden spray. Then, without a word, he walked away.
Thirty minutes later, still drenched and stinking of piss, Rick strolled over.
Me: “Any chance I could get something to drink? It’s hot. Maybe a water? Or beer?”
Rick smirked, then without a word, pulled out his cock.
It was thick, uncut, and glistening with pre-cum. He must have seen my jaw drop, because he laughed.
Rick: “Sure. Open up, urinal.”
I knew I wasn’t getting water. I opened my mouth. His sun-warmed cock slid in, and he held my head.
Rick: “Drink up.”
He pissed. I swallowed. As much as I could. Some of it spilled out, but I didn’t resist. He eventually stepped back and walked away.
And I stayed there, tied up, watching them lounge by the lake—laughing, drinking, being men.
This went on for hours. Occasionally, one would come piss on me again, or in me. At one point Rick came by and said:
Rick: “Declan’s napping. I told him I’d take care of you. Open up.”
I expected more piss. But once his cock slid into my mouth, it got hard—and stayed hard.
He didn’t say much. He just started thrusting. Slowly at first, then more forcefully.
He used my throat like a toy. I gagged at first, but eventually my body adjusted. He fucked my face for about twenty minutes, until he came hard down my throat.
He pulled out and looked at me.
Rick: “Here’s a towel. I’m removing the cuffs. Strip—get naked.”
I obeyed. Standing naked in front of him, he looked down and burst out laughing.
Rick: “What the fuck is that? Declan never told me your cock’s locked.”
Me: “He didn’t do it for this trip. I’ve been locked for over 330 days. I haven’t seen or touched my cock in almost a year.”
He cuffed my hands in front and pointed to the shower.
Rick: “Go clean up. You’re barbecuing after.”
As I turned to leave, towel in hand, he called after me:
Rick: “Excuse me?! Aren’t you going to thank me for my load?”
I turned, dropped to my knees, kissed his feet.
Me: “Thank you. Your seed was amazing—it’ll give me energy to serve you both later.”
Rick: “That’s hot. Okay—go.”
True story… the end
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I’ve never seen an Inversion Technique done like this before! Pretty fascinating!
I love the way that special cage locks the sissy’s clit inside the body! Almost perfectly flat!
I think I might be interested in trying that!
What about you??
Whether you’re owned or unowned, I think chastity is something all faggots need to consider. It will deepen your appreciation of both your own submission, as well as the value of true Men!
I’m reaching out because I’m really struggling and could use your guidance. I’m a faggot with a micropenis, barely 2 inches hard, and I’m honestly so ashamed of it. I love serving straight alpha guys who probably dont care about my size, which should feel like a relief, but my shame keeps holding me back from fully embracing my submissive side. I’m terrified they’ll notice my tiny dick during play and judge me, even if they’re focused on their own pleasure. It makes me second-guess my worth as a sub, and I end up holding back instead of being the devoted, slutty faggot I want to be. I also want to try things like chastity cages to lean into my role, but I’m too embarrassed to even look for gear that fits because it means facing my size head-on. Worst of all, I don’t know how to come clean about my micropenis to new doms. I feel like I need to warn them upfront, but I’m scared it’ll ruin the vibe or make me seem less desirable, even if they’re not focused on my cock. How do you get past this kind of shame to feel confident as a sub? Any advice on how to be honest with straight doms about my size in a way that’s upfront but keeps the dynamic hot and doesn’t make it a big deal? I’d love to hear how you’d handle this or any tips to own my role despite feeling so insecure. Please help!
Thank you for the question, brother! Although, I must admit it’s an extremely odd one …
I was born with a baby boy penis, too (not technically a micropenis, but close enough), and I guess there was some embarrassment in years 15-17 of my life. I knew I was tiny compared to my straight friends I’d seen naked or the other guys in the locker room at school, but my friends never picked on me about it (we had a mutual friend, a fat guy named Nuge, who had a micropenis and he was always walking around naked – so he asked for the razzing from us).
When I say there was some embarrassment, it was because I was living a lie during those years and having unsatisfying sex with females.
Of course, at age 17 my world was turned upside down when my Alpha best friend forced me into service, and I never used my penis sexually again. No Alpha I’ve ever been with has ever seriously cared about my penis. I’ve never gotten hard while servicing an Alpha. It’s simply been a NON-ISSUE.
But you’re making an issue out of that non-issue, which is definitely weird. If you’re embarrassed about your micropenis, get a flat-front chastity cage and eliminate it altogether. In fact, doing this will actually attract Alphas to you, because I’ve definitely proven that Men (especially straight Alphas) are fascinated and turned-on in some way at the sight of a sub male who has accepted its truth.
In other words, your psychological issue is getting in the way of actually serving, which then creates a negative-feedback loop. You need to break that loop, brother. Lock up whatever you have, dress it up as nicely as possible, and embrace it!
I’m a 24 year old faggot, and I have a slight dilemma.
So I’ve been servicing this Alpha for nearly 2 years now. He likes to take charge both in bed and in just our daily lives. He keeps the key to my chastity cage and only lets me out every so often for the occasional cleaning while in the shower. I cook for Him, clean for Him and service His needs whenever he wants. He lets me drink His piss, swallow His cum, and He usually will dump a load or two in my ass on the regular in return. He made me get a PA piercing a while back to keep the cage more secure (after a few escape attempts). He doesn’t like it when I ejaculate. He prefers I stay locked and horny so that I can better service Him and make sure He gets to cum a couple times a day. I’ve gotten used to having a constant, underlying feeling of horniness.
The other day He told me that he wants to pay for me to get a vasectomy. He said that the idea of knowing that I’ve lost the ability to reproduce (even though I never would have, otherwise) really turns Him on. He wants me to get a permanent vasectomy so that it can’t be reversed. He says that my libido wouldn’t be affected and that I would still stay as horny as I always do because I would still have my balls producing enough testosterone hormones, but that I simply would not be able to ejaculate sperm. I would become an even more non-man than I already am and would simply reinforce the power dynamics even further. He’s right that I don’t need the ability to reproduce anyway. I guess I’m conflicted. Do I go through with it and let them snip me? Apparently, the procedure is pretty quick and painless and recovery isn’t too difficult. Should I do it, Sam?
Thanks for writing to me, brother!
Hmmm … I didn’t know there even was such a thing as an irreversible vasectomy. That’s interesting.
You sound resigned to the fact that you were not born to create and father children, so I don’t really see why you couldn’t go through with the vasectomy. It really just depends on how firmly you believe that truth about yourself.
i’m an older faggot that has written you a few times. i’m recently divorced and girlfriend-free and ready to live my real life as a freed faggot. i’ve recently hooked up with a dominant top man, who is bi-sexual, and i like His style of verbal agressiveness when He tells me to suck His cock. He’s got a large cock, and shoots lots of cum…so i like servicing His penis. my question to you, is that i have a chastity cage, currently no key holder, and i’m wondering if i should offer it to Him. i long to be an owned faggot and love the idea of keeping Him stasified, especially since He shoots a large load. He’s got a submissive transsexual m to f who presently serves Him, but she doesn’t like degradation or urine. What are your thoughts about me giving this Alpha Man my chastity? He likes his unclean ass licked and loves to have His piss swallowed, which i will gladly do.
Hi brother! Thanks for the questions!
First of all, congratulations on finally getting free of your mistaken previous life and embracing the truth! I know it must be liberating for you!
As far as your question about your Master, OF COURSE you should offer your key to him! I mean, he controls it right now anyway, so why wouldn’t you do that? By giving him the key, your chastity will be more meaningful even if it is only symbolic.
my straight Findom (MasterJon15) has asked me to stay chaste and never cum again. I understand that he does not mean involuntary ejaculations f.e. wet dreams.
I know that by controlling my orgasms, my Findom controls my mind. He knows I will beg him to be drained, the hornier I get. He himself has restraint. He will not drain me past a certain limit he sees fit, but he finds it funny when I start sending money against his wishes. When I myself excede my monetary limits, I feel like he starts ignoring me.
Other things apart from Findom he wants me to do, are regular habbits such as Sport, Cleaning, Fasting on Saturdays etc.
I can normaly manage 2weeks without cumming, but after that… My mental restraint isn’t strong enough. I will run to my Findom, he will drain and tease me for hours… he will have me fuck myself the entire time with a dildo… and then send me to bed. He has told me not to cum, while I am fucking myself infront of him. If I manage to fall asleep, the days after that are pure agony. All I can think about is being used. When he ignores me, I send money.
So I end up playing with my cage and cumming.
I want to be a realistic Sub. If my bankaccount ends up in the minus, Im not fit to serve. Thats on me, I need to show more controll.
When I cum inside my cage, I am embarassed and feel shame.
My question is: Should I stay in chasity, but cum inside my cage? Or should I ask my Findom to specify when I am aloud to cum?
Hi brother. Thanks for writing.
I follow MasterJon15 on X, and he’s a pretty abusive straight Master. And from your description of how he’s manipulating you, it sounds like he’s a very clever and talented findom Master.
My concern is you’ve already disobeyed your Master multiple times, leading to your intense feelings of worthlessness and shame. This becomes a cycle that gets reinforced by masturbation.
Honestly, you need to stop masturbating and stay in chastity. I know that’s not what you want to hear, and I’m sure Master doesn’t want it to change because your addictions mean money for him.
If I’m answering your direct questions, then I think you should remain caged and cum in the cage.
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 following the development of a college football faggot named Ethan who finally found the circumstances to serve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
As soon as Ethan told me he had been invited to apply to serve a black Alpha, my internal alarm went off. Not that I think there’s anything wrong with that – quite the contrary! – but I know black Alphas can be incredibly demanding and rough. I worried this new situation might cause Ethan undue stress.
But Ethan’s new Master, King Karter, is no ordinary black Master.
Yes, he’s demanding … but there is a method to his manipulations.
Here’s Ethan’s description:
Sorry, I didn’t get back to you sooner, because I had to work yesterday morning and had to go to his place to do chores and I will give you more details in a second! Thank you!! I promise I will keep giving you and the readers a lot of updates! I did tell King Karter today, about finding your site again and having my thread, he was a little upset that I did not ok it with him first. He is out to most of his friends but DL with his Family, and he said he “dosn’t want his momma knowing about you fags!” But he was ok with it because he said he would read your site to see my thoughts and how am feeling about being a faggot. He also said it will help other faggots know their place. He said he would go back and visit your new site more often. And he also said I had to follow 2 major rules when I talk to you, First, ” Don’t Fucking embarrass him!” I can’t talk shit or say things that would embarrass him. and 2, I can not give you any personal details. Like where he lives and his name ( He said “since you already posted his name that is fine because his name is common not like other Niggers”) but not his last name or anything else.
I had my first day on Sunday after work. I came over to his place. He texted me that #1 would be there. He was and as soon as I walked him he introduced himself, he’s a pretty chill guy. In his late 30s, I think. I had to put my clothes in a basket near the front door. Each of the baskets had numbers, like #1, and #3. I put it in the empty basket but it didn’t have a number on it (Yet), I think I am still like on probation, like at work.
In the basket, was a cock cage the same one I used in the interview. I was trying to put it on and #1 helped me. He said, he had a trick since I’m uncut, he had a trick to make it easier. He helped me put my balls in the ring. Then he went to the kitchen and got saran wrap. He put it around the dick and foreskin and then put the cage on and then he had me slowly pull the saran wrap out. It pulled my foreskin up and out so my head was still in my foreskin and it was a lot easier and felt better than last time and he did it so quickly. He said with practice I would do it fast too. #1 had one cage on that was like a flat plate on it. I said “Wow, how do you put that one on? and does that saran wrap trick work for those too? He also said he was Cut so he did not have the same problem as me. He said no, it wouldn’t work with his because his has small holes, not big holes like mine. He said mine was called a Cobra, it is a medium size. His was a flat cage. I asked him how long it took him to get that small he said a few years. He was over 8 before starting chastity and now it’s probably about 5. He said he hasn’t measured it hard in a long time. And wears it a lot, 24/7 now. And only takes it out to clean it a few times a week but has not jerked in years. I was shocked!
How much does the average dick get smaller in chastity? I can’t believe his shrunk is almost half its size.
Then we walked around the apartment he showed me where everything was. He asked me if I was any good at cooking. I said I liked to cook, I might be ok. #1 said, “good, 3 was terrible at it, and it will help me too.” He said he would show him eventually what to make for King. Then we got to work in the bedroom. We made the bed and cleaned the room. He told me about himself. How he was owned by 2 other alphas before, the first one, when he was a lot younger, like my age. The Alpha was a lot older, a white guy. but he wanted to retire and move to Florida. So he sold #1 to his second Alpha, Straight Alpha. I was in shock again! I asked him, “He sold you like property?” 1 said, “yes. But, if I didn’t want to go I guess I wouldn’t have.” But he said, “He felt it would be dishonoring his first alpha and he really liked him and taught him so much.” After, he was bought by the straight alpha, who served him for about 5 years. He got married and wanted to start a family and let 1 go. He found King, on Grinder, and at first it was just a sexual like top / bottom thing. Then after a while, he would come and pick up after King. Cook for him and showed him how he should be treated. He said, “At first when I was getting fucked by King, King would have me wear jocks, to cover myself.” Then he told King about chastity. King liked the idea, of a faggot willing to lock up his dick and devote all his sexual pleasure to his King (Alpha). That is why we all wear them now. And, even in Jocks we can get hard. and in cadges, we can not! I also told him about my past, and about writing to you. He said he would often read your site a lot before, He also didn’t know about the New one. He said he remembers reading my old post. He said he remembers it because he identified with it. He also played sports in High School, not Football, Baseball mostly and soccer. (this was before I knew about the thread)
He then showed me the bathroom. I had to clean the tub, toilet, and floor, put in the new towels and new toilet paper, and wipe it all down with Clorox wipes. It didn’t take too long and was not hard at all. I guess they clean it once / twice a week. So, it was not very dirty to begin with. I also had to put new toilet paper on if it was more than 3/4 empty, which it was. #1 came in to inspect, He said I did an overall good job, but he wiped around the bowl and behind. He said I have to look for the small details because He will see them. I told him thanks, and I went to the kitchen to finish helping him with meal prep. He does all of the cooking because 3 can’t cook worth-shit. Oh, I said he (#3) said he knows it! King eat something he cooked once and got sick, and King said he had other skills. Later, when I was talking to 3, he agreed, he hated cooking and sucked at it. And doesn’t want to make King sick again.
1 told me if I can cook pretty well, I can help him meal prep for a King for the week, and help cook his dinners. I asked 1, if he liked having other faggots around. I thought he would be like jealous or something, or would not want to share in the work or credit. 1 told me that “He is not a jealous Bitch, and neither should any faggot. The more faggots a king can have, the more power he has. The more happier he becomes. And that should make us all happy. I (him) should never be jealous if 3 gets fucked more or if I cook more or if You (me) might do a better job with cleaning, or get a lot more dates. We all work to serve. It don’t matter what chores or things we need to do, just that we are doing what is told of us, doing our best to serve, that is what we strive for.” It was like talking to you haha!! After we were done cooking, and packing the meals we talked a bit more, his phone got a text and he said King was about to come up, he was parking now. He told me how to kneel by the door and always look at the floor, as King came in. He petted us on our heads, and we always had to look down at the floor so I didn’t see him (or his face) at first he petted us like dogs and came in and sat down on the couch, we came over and he wanted a progress report, 1 told him everything we did. He said good and went to inspect the bathroom and bedroom. He said I did a pretty good job. I was like in Mile High! I had to hold in my smile. I was also getting hard in my cadge too. Just him in the room made me hard, and his voice. All I could think about was the last time, and I could smell him again too! 🙂
He came back and pulled off his shirt and pants. Pulled out his huge cock. This thing is Huge like 9-10″ Long (soft) and like 4″ Thick (Soft)! I was a little scared if I would be able to take it in my mouth and throat, much less my Cunt! He asked me if I was still doing my Homework. I said Yes, I have been trying to do it every day. He said that’s okay but I should now watch them 2 times a day if I can get the time, and find other trainers to watch. He said he understood it might be hard for me to do it at the dorm. So I can also do it here too if I am done with my chores. He petted me again on the head and rubbed his fingers in my hair. He also said I have to shave my face he doesn’t want me to have a full beard anymore. He said I could keep a little stumble or be fully clean shaven but not like I have it. I said Ok. He also said I had to trim my body hair too. I can keep most of it but I had to shave it down to no more than a few CMs, that included my pubs. But my pussy had to be clean, I said yes but I have never shaved back there, so I didn’t know how to. He said 1 and 3 would help me do it or help me wax it. I don’t have to be full body Waxed like 3, his whole body is supper smooth, but it needs to be shorter. I said I would be happy to clean it up for him.
Then he started just waving his cock, and asked me if I wanted to suck it. I said, “Yes please!” He pulled out 2 bottles of poppers. Gave me one and 1 the other. He told me to sniff it when he said, Hit! So I did and so did 1, at the same time. He then began by slapping 1 in the face a few times with his cock and hands, and then proceeded to fuck his throat so hard! King would slap him a few more times on his face and the back of his head and then make us both hit at the same time and then fuck his mouth, then make us hit. He would also hit 1 in the back of the head a few more times. My heart was racing. I wanted so, sooo badly to be in 1s place. All the time King and 1 would look at me and King would smile. He would make me say, “I was a faggot, I want to suck that N*ger cock,” over and over again. He would have 1 say that I (me) was a faggot, a white Jack of spades, that all I want to do is to suck Big Black Cock while they both looked at me with King’s Dick in his mouth. King would shove his dick down so deep in 1’s throat it would budge and 1’s eyes would water and his nose would be in Kings Pubs. And then 1 would pull off, sucking in air and almost puking. And then he would make us both hit poppers. Like you described Rutting, this was like that, but in 1’s throat! I have sucked quite a few dicks but nothing was ever this rough. My mouth was drooling all over the place!
After he got a bit rougher, the whole time he and 1 were staring at me, he shouted he was going to cum in 1’s pussy mouth. He made us hit poppers again, then pulled 1’s mouth in and down to his pubs. For what felt like a whole minute 1 wasn’t even struggling, I had no clue how he didn’t. Then King came so hard, hitting 1 in the back of his head a few times with his fist, and pulled out and shot the other half on 1’s face! After he was able to calm down for a sec, I realized I had not sucked him yet! I wasn’t even thinking about it until he was finishing off on 1’s face. Then I felt disappointed again. I was So hard in my cadge I could feel my fag dick pressing into my insides again. He looked at me and asked if I wanted this, and he scooped up two fingers of his seed off 1’s face. And walked over to me, my mouth was open and I said,” Yes Please! Yes, Please King can I have your Alpha seed!! Please!” He smiled, “You did go today. #5!” He put it under my nose to make me smell it, and pulled away a bit when I went to go lick it. “Wait,” He said. “You want to be my Faggot? You want to be in my Kingdom, and servue The Black Kingdom?” I said, “Yes, please!” I sounded more like a begging dog at this point. He said, “Good! Your no longer Ethan, He is dead now, from now on if you walk in to this house, If you go on Dates, You are Number 5, Your old life is over, you are a faggot now, Drink my Black Seed, Faggot #5.” He then shoved his fingers in my mouth and down my throat. His seed tasted so good. I had tasted cum before. But this tasted stronger somehow, like it was a much stranger taste and more potent. He shoved his fingers down my throat and I gagged some. Then he smeared his fingers all over my face.
He gave me a few not-so-hard slaps on the face and said, “Good Faggot!” I almost shot in my cadge if that is possible, and felt like I was jumping up and down. He told me 3 will send you 1’s contact information and 1 will contact you about what times I can come and work. Also, how much money I will be contributing from my paycheck? King said he would consider my living expenses as well as my schooling. King said he wanted me to do well in school. So I can make a lot of money for him after I get out. I am going to study to be a financial adviser after my Gen Ed is done.
He then said to get dressed and get out. I said, “Yes Sir, Thank you for letting me serve you today sir!” He smiled and petted me on the head again like a dog, I was so happy as to what he said. It didn’t occur to me until I was driving home that I still hadn’t sucked him yet!!!!
Huh… Sam, How long is this does this denial part take to end? I know you said it is a good way to train faggots, but how long does it last??? How long will I have to wait? It is soo Hard and I feel like it is driving me so crazy!!! I read in one of your other threads (I forgot who it was) that it took a few weeks for the faggot to be Cunted, How long does the denial time usually take? It is so hard waiting especially since it is right in front of me. And I can actually taste it (his seed) in my mouth.
This is a pretty astounding introduction! If I were Ethan, I’d be vibrating with excitement and a bit a terror!
I love hearing about the different ways Alphas control and organize their stable of faggots. King Karter is highly organized, and his number system for naming his fags is efficient and dehumanizing. His program for initiating his faggots reminds me very much of how legendary FWA Alphas Master Nick and Master Matt approached the process, with scent training and domestic chores coming first before accepting the faggot into the fold for feeding/breeding. It’s an outstanding way to focus the faggot, not on the reward of cock/cum, but the privilege of service an exclusive God Alpha like King Karter.
The fag mentorship and cooperation was also inspiring. I love when fags do what fag #1 did with Ethan, helping him to put on his new chastity cage with a handy trick I’ve heard about but have never tried nor seen done. It’s such a blessing for a Master when his faggots cooperate in order to keep a house focused and organized.
The most intriguing detail in Ethan’s account is the mention of buying/selling faggots between King Karter and his Alpha brothers. King Karter is part of BNWO (Black New World Order), a secretive cabal of black Alphas across the country who are organized and whose charter is focused on the systematic overtaking of the white race through the subjugation and faggotization of white males. I’ve been approached a couple of times recently about becoming part of it, which tells me it’s growing in strength and power. It’s my wish to be able to interview one of the black Alphas involved in it on the podcast. I’m still mulling over my involvement personally … it could happen.
My little brother Ethan has an extraordinary opportunity to become the property of a truly powerful God Alpha, a Man whose power comes from within and much as it does from his genetically-superior body. I hope Ethan can be patient and focus on serving King Karter’s needs! This is the time (pre-sex) when faggots either succeed or fail. Hopefully he makes it through initiation!
