The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later!CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I was pretty startled a few weeks ago when I received this message in my Questions From Readers inbox from a faggot named Marcus. It seems that Marcus has been owned for a very long time by a young straight Alpha known as “Lion”, and their relationship seemed quite intense.
Marcus currently lives in young Master Lion’s house, a house paid for by his live-in faggot Marcus. In fact, Master Lion enjoys the life of a full-fledged cashmaster in findom, but findom wasn’t the primary motivator. Rather, Master Lion simply felt like it was natural that faggots should pay for everything.
Now Marcus writes more about this intriguing situation, how it began, and how it’s going today many years later!
Hi Sam, this is Fag Marcus—the one who sent you a message a few days ago:
I’m writing to back up the point you made recently on another faggot’s post: that a slave’s primary service to a straight master is non-sexual—specifically, domestic or financial. I say this from personal experience.
I work three jobs to ensure a comfortable life for my young master. By the way, I realized I haven’t introduced him yet: I’ll call him “Lion” (because of a phrase he once said to his fiancée: “There is only one lion in this jungle, and it’s me; therefore, I’m the one who makes the rules”). He is a 21-year-old white man with short, military-style hair and a height of 1.81 meters; he has a natural physique—neither overly muscular nor fat—and is currently studying Physical Education in college.
My Master has owned me for seven years—ever since he was 14, nearly 15 (don’t worry, 14 is a legal age in Brazil, provided it’s consensual, obviously)—when he started intimidating me over financial matters. For two years, that was all it was: he took money from me, then it escalated to domestic chores as well—I did tasks for him—and it wasn’t until three years in that I sucked his cock for the first time. In fact, he doesn’t even count that earlier period and says he has been my Master for only four years.
As I was saying, I have three jobs (the third one is more recent and for personal reasons rather than money, but I’ll tell you about that in another email). Thanks to this, my Master—despite his young age—now has a house in a good neighborhood not far from his college, which I bought and put in his name. He has a car that befits his “alpha” status. I gave him a small boat—something he’d always dreamed of owning—as a birthday gift when he came of age. On top of that, I cover his car insurance, health insurance, gym membership, college tuition, and the fees for the nautical club where the boat is kept. I also pay off his three credit cards, which he uses for clothes, snacks, movies, sports tickets, clubbing, motels, and anything else that interests him. That’s in addition, of course, to the household bills and groceries (I don’t know if you realize how much a young alpha eats, but it’s a *lot*—more than double what his fiancée and I consume… …together).
I still have tasks, such as maintenance and cleaning—inside and out—of his BMW, and washing all his clothes and shoes. (The Master had actually taken this task away from me when he brought his fiancée to live here and ordered her to do all the housework, but I missed it so much that I begged him to let me keep doing it, and he agreed, since she dislikes those chores and only does them because he orders her to. What is wrong with women??) …plus any other task he finds tedious or doesn’t want to do and orders me to handle. From the start, he made it clear he was super-straight and would never sleep with me; though occasionally, as a special treat, I’d get to suck him off. Of course, I love those moments, but I feel truly fulfilled when I’m washing his clothes or working to pay the bills. I often joke with him that his dirty, yellow-stained underwear is my “Netflix,” because if I could, I’d spend hours just looking at and touching them. At first, I’d even ejaculate involuntarily while doing it.
I know this might seem like abuse or a miserable life to many people—which is why I told you in my last message that I thought there was something wrong with me—but thanks to your site, I know I’m not abnormal, just different, and that my life *does* have a purpose: making my Master’s life better.
P.S.: I’m 36, not 35 (I made a typo in the previous message), and sorry about my English—it’s not my first language.
Keep up the excellent and essential work you do on this site.
Sincerely, Fag Marcus
It’s almost insane to think about how advanced Master Lion was at just 14 years old! He understood the natural order of things, but how? Was it simply his dominance guiding him, or did he learn about it online? We don’t know.
Regardless, Master Lion was absolutely correct in what he did. At 14 he saw Marcus, an older faggot, and decided that he would take ownership of him. Since he is straight, using Marcus sexually wasn’t his interest, but money and access definitely were on his mind!
But notice how owning Marcus in-house as a personal slave eventually led Master Lion to use Marcus sexually! This is something I have repeatedly emphasized: the power an Alpha receives from owning/using faggots allows him to ascend above the judgments of a close-minded world. Master Lion has ascended to God Alpha, and he is impervious to assault from inferiors and their expectations.
Why should Master Lion even care these little people? He has everything he could ever want thanks to his hard-working faggot, and he has a fiancé who will provide him love and kids. I would posit that Master Lion is literally living the kind of life that ordinary males can only imagine!
As for Marcus, he is working very hard, but you can hear the gratitude in his words. He’s at peace, fulfilled by his service to his young God Alpha Master! Every night Marcus goes to sleep tired, but contented in the knowledge that he’s fulfilling his purpose!
Faggot is a bit shocked to see the cocksucker in this video playing with its own dicklet, not only playing but spraying its own faggot slime while the real Man is having His cock served. Seems a bit disrespectful to me. I also notice that the Alpha’s seed is allowed to dribble out of its mouth as though the faggot has no respect for the precious gift it is being given. What are you thoughts, bother faggot?
Yes, this faggot definitely demonstrates bad behavior on multiple fronts just as you outlined. I’m glad you can appreciate that! It’s even worse in that it’s an older faggot who should know better and should appreciate the opportunity to suck a younger Alpha!
I complain about it all the time, but until Alphas themselves start laying down the law on this, probably nothing will improve.
The following post is part of a thread following the continuing service of a faggot named James who has been serving a young straight Alpha for TEN YEARS. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’m not going to sugarcoat it. Being the faggot of a straight Alpha is really difficult. Even under the best circumstances (and I’ve enjoyed some of the best circumstances), the straight Alpha will very likely fall in love with a woman and dismiss the fag. This of course leads to emotional devastation that many fags use random sex to ease. I can’t tell you how many nights I’ve spent crying after such dismissals, the ache inside me so palpable that I felt like I was losing myself.
Now, I did not do myself any favors during my earliest days of serving as a live-in faggot of a straight Alpha. Whenever he would bring home a female, I would get insanely jealous. I would sometimes pout, or devolve into hysterical crying. For instance, right before Master Roger dismissed me he started dating his future wife and as I was protesting this I blurted out “what about me?” and Master Roger looked at me and coldly said, “what about you?” I still feel the sting of that reply even today.
It was the first in a series of lessons I had to learn about my true place in the world and the lives of straight Alphas. Ultimately, a faggot is just a convenient slave that satisfies certain needs, not something a straight Alpha wants to build a life around. A straight Alpha eventually wants to have the wife and family, a situation that doesn’t usually require the services of a faggot.
But I’m telling you all this, not to dissuade anyone from serving straight Alphas, but to warn all faggots against allowing JEALOUSY to destroy those opportunities to serve them.
My brother James has been serving his straight Alpha for ten remarkable years, which might be close to a record. But now that dreaded jealousy is starting to rear its ugly head:
Sam;
James the Straight Man’s faggot here again …. As you may recall, I’ve been the same straight guy’s faggot for over ten years …. During that time, the Alpha male I serve has had a total of three girlfriends that I am aware of …. Although I’ve seen evidence of their existence, he has always made it a point that I never see them in person, or interact in any way with any of his women …. His reasoning has always been obvious to me since the reason for the existence of a faggot in his life has been to perform types of sexual service that is lacking in his straight relationships …. I’ve never experienced any adverse feelings up until now in that I fully understand my place as a man’s faggot …. However, recently something has occurred two times now that has evoked a powerful inner feeling of what may be a kind of jealousy within me …. The last two times he called upon me to come to his apartment for the purpose of providing my throat for his sexual release, he placed extremely tight time constraints on me as far as when I need to arrive and when I must leave so as not to be anywhere around when his woman is expected to come home …. Although I fully realize my actual place in this scenario, I’ve been experiencing a form of what feels like jealousy of a woman …. While I’ve served as a relief valve for his manly needs for over a decade, she has only been his sexual partner for a few months …. I understand full well my purpose as a faggot and that this jealousy of his woman is ludicrous on my part ….. But I must ask if perhaps this situation might not be unique …. Have other faggots serving straight Alphas experienced and verbalized this type of feeling to you in the past ? …And how would you deal with it ?
(I left the ellipses as written, but it’s just too weird looking to not comment on. Do people really use an ellipse instead of a period these days??)
My first comment to James about the “uniqueness” of his situation is this: the situation itself (a faggot serving a straight Alpha for over ten years) is definitely unique, but jealousy is definitely not. Everyone feels jealousy to some degree, even straight Alphas with the world at their feet.
As for how to deal with it, I had to learn the hard way that jealousy only robs you of the happiness and fulfillment of serving these great Alphas. So how do you stop (or at least quiet) that jealousy? For faggots, it’s important to remain humble. Jealousy is borne from a type of arrogance or self-importance. At the root of it is the “reasoning” of “I DESERVE THAT TREATMENT RATHER THAN THE OTHER PERSON” that develops in the “slighted” person.
But here’s the problem with that thinking: faggots DON’T DESERVE ANYTHING.
Every act of service and every day we are allowed to serve an Alpha (especially a straight Alpha) is a GIFT, not a RIGHT. To straight Alphas in particular, faggots are two holes to unload in, an ATM that dispenses money on command, or a domestic robot that kisses feet. It’s important to keep that in mind every single day you are blessed to serve a straight Alpha.
It’s also important to simply focus on the act of service itself and cherish it as the gift it is, whether that’s swallowing their cocks or doing the laundry or licking the toilet clean with your tongue. Focus keeps your eyes where they belong: on service.
Think about it this way: a tightrope walker must keep his eyes focused on the immediate horizon to be successful. When doing that, he enters a kind of hypnotic state in which the body can perform automatically without thought. But what happens when the tightrope walker looks down, looks up, or looks around?
DISASTER!
My brother James is looking around rather than focusing on the horizon. He’s starting to notice the preferential treatment of his Master’s females, noticing the way he’s being shunted aside for the sake of pussy. He’s tallying up his years of faithful service, and becoming frustrated that they don’t seem to count.
But I’m telling you that jealousy is a fast, one-way ticket to dismissal by a straight Alpha. A faggot has no leverage in that situation, so what is jealousy going to do except make the straight Alpha reassess whether the faggot’s service is worth the headache.
I assure you, his final answer will be NO.
So all faggots out there, I implore you: refocus your mind, concentrate on service, and be grateful every day that you are gifted an opportunity to be of service to our greatest Men! It’s probably not forever, but fond memories will be forever if you remain submissive and jealousy-free!
I had a daily, intense relationship via WhatsApp with a master in a mid eastern country and I miss it.
I am chubby uncle in my mid 70s he said he was 35…
There used to be a website for exactly this process, older slaves for younger top,masters.
Is it possible to do this now?
Thank you for writing, brother!
I’m not familiar with the site you’re talking about. Hopefully someone can leave an answer in the comments section. However, I’m inspired by your resilience and your focus to keep serving even in your 70s! Very good!
So I am an older Bi man that enjoys sucking off straight single, married, divorced men closer to my age around 50-65 or so. I am not looking for love or a relationship with men other than maybe friends or be their regular cock sucker. I am not into the BDSM bondage or real rough sexual aspect of being a faggot cock sucker. Yes, I consider myself a faggot cock sucker because I enjoy sucking cock and I do not seek anything in return from the men I suck off. So my question is for a faggot cock sucker like myself that is not seeking the Master/Slave type scenario, but more the bottom cock sucking cum slut regular mouth for men to use. Are their men here looking for that or is it just all the alpha men wanting slaves. I am seeking the straight men that just need and want that willing faggot mouth that enjoys providing men what they need.
Thanks for writing!
I would say the vast majority of straight Men and Alphas just want a convenient, discreet faggot cocksucker, and they aren’t looking for ownership or a Master/servant situation. And those straight Men are everywhere.
So here’s the solution: go to TheBlowers.com and sign up for an account. You’ll have a dick down your throat within an hour. Problem solved!
Do you have info on the faggot. I first saw this 28 minute video about 7 years ago, at around the 15 to 16 minute mark there suddenly appears a second and white alpha. I was told the gray haired white alpha is the father of the faggot who was raised to serve black cock. It is incredible how COMPLETELY he takes a cock into his neck and stays there ! Do you have any information on the faggot?
Thank you for writing!
I don’t have any info on anyone in the video you mentioned (CLICK HERE to watch). It’s just a long, hot video I saw on X and shared it. I completely agree with you about the faggot’s cocksucking abilities, though! I’m a bit disgusted to think that the (very) old white guy is the fag’s father, but who knows if that’s true?
I’m 19, gay, and I’ve been thinking about this more and more lately and wanted to hear from people who might understand.
I grew up with my single dad who is in his mid 40s and older brother who is 21. My dad played college football back in the day and even now he still has that presence. Tall, broad shoulders, built, confident without trying. My brother took after him almost exactly. Same height, same frame, same way people just seem drawn to him.
Growing up I always idolized them and tried to emulate them, but it wasn’t really until I was in highschool that I realized we weren’t really the same. I held out for a growth spurt and some excess confidence that never came.
They are both very supportive of me even when I came out as gay (my dad even told me he fooled around in college), but I just realized even without the gay part people would never see me the way that they see them.
It seemed like girls and guys always orbited my brother, he was the quarter back on the football team. My dad never seemed to chase attention but somehow always had women chasing after him, even cause a minor scandal when he was caught with my friends mom who was married. My brother’s the same. He doesn’t really try and still people want to be around him. Even other guys seem to naturally defer to him.
Then there’s me.
I’m short. Skinny. Never athletic. I’m gay, which I don’t think caused it, but it made me notice dynamics differently. I’m not intimidating, not dominant, not the guy people look at when he walks into a room. I’ve always felt more comfortable observing than leading. I think if it weren’t for my brother I probably would have been fucked with a lot more in school. The football team kind of acted like a squad of bully’s but they wouldn’t do anything if it was against him.
For a long time I thought I’d eventually grow into being like them. But lately I’ve accepted I’m just not built for that role. I found your website looking to alpha males and honestly I think I’m a faggot.
Not in a self-hating way. More like realizing some people seem naturally suited to being the center of gravity and others aren’t.
I look at my dad and brother and think, these are alphas. Since the house was just guys, it was always pretty bro-y. We’d hang out in just in our underwear, rough house, talk in rude and gross ways.
Honestly, a big part of my gay awakening was when I was in middleschool and I guess all my dad’s underwear was dirty because he wasn’t in his usual underwear, he was just hanging out naked. I hadn’t grown pubes yet, and had never seen a grown man’s dick. I was in awe at the hair, his size, and even the smell that filled the room. I asked him why mine wasn’t like that and he said when I became a man, mine would grow to be like his (not even close).
Ever since then I have since around then loved smelling their underwear whenever I get the chance.
Anyways, this leads up to the main reason I am writing in. My brother went to school out of state 3 years ago, but I started going to a local community college so for the past few years it’s just been me and dad.
This Saturday, we were watching a movie and he was drinking a bit. Shooting the shit like usual. Out of no where he asked me if I was bottom? I took a second to process that he’d ask me something like that. I told him that I haven’t had an experiences other than oral, but that I think so. He said he figured and grinned a little bit while he sipped his beer. That offended me a little bit and he asked him why. He asked if I thought I was always sneaky grabbing his dirty underwear out of the hamper. I was probably as red as a tomato I was so embarrassed. “You could always just ask, bud” and he chuckled a bit and grabbed his bulge. He was just wearing tighty whities. I was so flustered I couldn’t think of how to respond, I was embarrassed that I knew what I was doing, embarrassed that he could tell I was a bottom. I just turned my head toward the movie but honestly could not take in any of the information.
I don’t know how many he had, but he was definitely feeling it. He pulled out his giant veiny dick and said “You can always come straight to the source”. I had never seen it hard and it was like a pornstar’s. I was in shock but then he was even clearer “You can suck on it if you want”. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I got on my knees in front of him. He kept chuckling. I put his tip in my mouth and start sucking. I knew the scent and taste so well from his underwear but it was stronger and triggered something it me. Tried to get my lips to the base but I couldn’t so I just sucked on the top half and worked the base with my hands. He must have been needed it because he came in my mouth after about 2 minutes. I swallowed. It was amazing. But suddenly the reality that I just sucked my dad’s dick. He patted me on the head and said I was a good boy, while he put it back in his underwear.
I was full of excitement, and horror, and his cum. It was my ultimate fantasy but now I wondered what this meant for our family. He just turned back to the movie but I ran to my room. Furiously masturbated and then went to sleep.
When I woke up I could still taste his musk. And at first I savored it before getting in my head again and hoping he was too drunk and wouldn’t remember it.
When I went downstairs he was already up and had made coffee. So I was pretty sure he wasn’t so drunk he wouldn’t remember. My fear was confirmed when he asked why I ran off so quick last night. I was horrified but we had a good and incredibly embarrassing conversation. He said he had used lots of boys like me in college. I shouldn’t be ashamed of who I am. That we were in this together and that we could both help each other out. He said it was completely up to me but that he could tell by how quickly I got on my knees that I’d want more. We had a pretty normal lazy Sunday after that but my mind keeps racing.
Do you have any advice? Have you heard of other alpha fathers using their faggot sons? Is this natural?
My little brother, thank you for writing to me!
I must admit, I’m a little disappointed in myself. I’ve been at this so long and have had so many really crazy true stories that I feel like I should’ve seen that wild plot twist in your experience coming a mile away! I can only imagine how you felt and how confused you must be right now!
Let me answer this in “reverse”. Yes, I’ve covered multiple “Alpha Father sexually uses his faggot son” scenarios over the 11-year lifespan of this site. I’ve never seen any turn out negatively; in fact, quite the opposite! In possibly the most remarkable example, God Alpha Dino used (and occasionally still does use) his faggot son Jimmy. Their stories can be found in the right sidebar or by following the links I’ve provided.
The world condemns such relations between fathers and sons, of course, but hierarchy doesn’t operate within the narrow parameters of “moral values”. Hierarchy distills relationships (especially male relationships) into the pure animal instincts found within the power and dominance. At that level, your Dad ceases to be your father and simply transforms into a feral and dominant Alpha with needs that supersedes yours as the faggot programmed to satisfy them.
It’s that instinctive wiring we all have that caused your Dad to understand what you are and pull out his dick, and the instinctive wiring in you that caused you to immediately kneel and service him. Can you see that, feel that, understand that? I bet you can, and I bet your Dad can, too.
That’s why I don’t consider this situation to be “wrong”. You and your Dad are simply two males fulfilling roles you were born to play hierarchically.
It’s not surprising that your Dad used faggots in school. Many straight Alphas do. I’ve been the “first faggot” to multiple straight Alphas, so I can say it with confidence that straight Alphas possibly understand best how to use and train faggots because they are typically more in-touch with pure, unfettered masculinity. Your Dad has likely known what you are for a long time, but like any great Alpha he watched over your development and acted only when he felt it was the right time to teach you these important hierarchical lessons.
In some ways, having a Dad who is also a Master is the best situation for young faggots. Your Dad can train you with love and care, something that isn’t always guaranteed out in the world. Your Dad can strengthen your self-esteem, something lacking in many faggots. This will help you make better choices so that your precious gift of submissive service isn’t wasted on unworthy pretenders.
There is no better example of this than Jimmy. Master Dino’s use of his faggot son and the training he’s provided him has made Jimmy into one of the strongest faggots I know, and Jimmy is constantly overjoyed by the privilege he has serving both his God Alpha father and his two Alpha brothers (again, I strongly encourage you to read those threads).
I hope my answer covers your initial concerns, little brother. I know you’re reeling from all of this, but sharing these feelings with your Dad will help him understand how to guide you. I would really like you to share this post with him so he can read what you wrote and how I responded. You are, after all, his faggot … so he should be involved in any influences on you.
I’m always here if you need me. Please feel free to write to me anytime!
The following post is part of a thread following a 26-year-old straight Alpha engineer who has discovered his new, younger roommate named Samuel is a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
A couple of days ago I received an experience from a 26-year-old straight Alpha in my Questions From Readers inbox. You can read it by CLICKING HERE. In it, the Alpha (later naming himself Master Stretch) told me about a younger male from his company who was staying at his place temporarily. This younger male, another engineer named Samuel, was voluntarily doing domestic chores around the house, and this alerted Master Stretch to the fact that Samuel might be a faggot.
So he asked me for advice on the situation. I was sure Samuel was a faggot, but I didn’t know how he might react if Master Stretch suddenly or aggressively made a move to use him. So I advised Master Stretch to take the course I once advised straight Master Jin to take with his faggot roommate Chin years ago.
Well, what do you know? It worked like a charm!
Follow up on the fag: When he finished his cleaning after work today, I asked him to grab me a Modelo from the fridge. He did it without hesitation.
That led to a conversation. I asked whether he’d enjoyed being my domestic faggot for the past couple of weeks. He immediately pushed back on the label, but admitted that he genuinely likes the living situation and likes feeling useful around the house.
I pointed out that he’d basically been acting like a housewife without ever being asked. We ended up talking for quite a while about why he had taken on so many household responsibilities voluntarily.
What surprised me was that, even though he still hated the word, he admitted that he enjoys having clear expectations and a defined role. He said he likes knowing what’s expected of him and likes feeling useful when he takes care of things.
At one point he told me he’d stop looking for an apartment if he could keep staying in the basement under the same arrangement. He said he likes living here, likes being useful, and likes the routine we’ve settled into. He still rolled his eyes every time I called him a faggot, but he didn’t seem nearly as interested in arguing about it as he was at the start of the conversation.
I should also be clear that while we work for the same company, I am not his supervisor.
Awesome!
I must admit I was a little bit annoyed that Samuel resisted being referred to as a “faggot”. I have no doubt that Samuel loved being called that, but it’s just part of a silly defensive system faggots put up in order to get through everyday life.
However, any successful faggot needs to overcome such reflexive defense mechanisms. Instead, we must embrace that term and its meaning. I’m not saying that ever faggot needs to be militant or “out and proud” about being a faggot as I and others are, but there must be at least an internal acceptance of that purpose. Otherwise, how will one be ready when an opportunity like this one arrives??
Fortunately, Master Stretch has had dealings with faggots in the past when he was a wrestler in school, so he knew to keep up the pressure on Samuel.
And that worked!
I was speaking with Master Stretch late tonight on the Discord and he added this:
He’s already more of a faggot that I realized. When I came back from my lift he was cleaning in a jockstrap. I had him keep his face in my crotch while I was drinking, smoking my cigar, and watching tv. Since he’s involved with my work I wanted to make sure I really got control before doing anything explicitly sexual but I’m going to start using his throat. Wasn’t resisting it when I called him a faggot today lmao. He just needs a strong hand.
Then Master Stretch, apparently too horny to resist, decided to take action:
Think I messaged you about using some faggots in school when I was in wrestling. Mostly got head but I did fuck one of the more submissive ones a few times. In retrospect I definitely cunted him. He started driving me around everywhere and buying me food and shit, and I want to control Sam on the same. I have always taken advantage of weaker guys around me. And in a wrestling environment that was really already about dominating other men, it did just feel natural to use weaker guys. And it’s easy to suss out who is who in that environment.
Was planning to ease him into it a bit, but I’m getting pent up thinking about it again, I’m going to go down there and use his throat!
A little while later I received this message:
Lighting up another cigar, he definitely struggled on it but I guess not too much, because he said “thank you sir” after I unloaded down his throat lmao. I don’t think he knew what was going on at first because he was sleeping and I woke him up with my cock in his face and told him him open his faggot mouth.
That’s how it’s done!
Alphas don’t ever need permission or even the suggestion of such before they take what they want from a faggot. In fact, Alphas taking charge in this manner strengthens hierarchy by forcing its application and teaching inferiors their place. Deep down, every faggot knows that they exist to serve the needs of Men, but too many faggots have mental and emotional blocks preventing them from submitting entirely.
Those blocks must be kicked in.
Master Stretch went downstairs and fed his new faggot the first of many loads. There’s no doubt that the faggot slept much better now that it has its purpose and a belly full of Alpha cum!
Yoo sam, could you tell us about your highschool years as a faggot?
I’m straight, but I imagine that, being a faggot, your experience was probably quite different. I guess you wouldn’t have joined in on the conversations about rating the best girls’ asses in class hahaha. Also you could create a section about your own life experiences
Thank you for writing, Sir!
Well, this should be fun! I don’t write a lot of autobiographical stuff on here aside from specific examples of my past as a faggot, but I’m definitely willing to share, Sir!
I grew up in the Midwest of suburban America in the 80s and 90s, the firstborn son of religious, middle-class parents. My high school was straight out of a John Hughes film, and I was a near-carbon copy of the nerdy kid played by Anthony Michael Hall in those films (particularly in SIXTEEN CANDLES). Skinny, gangly, goofy, and cute. I had a thick brown mop of feathered hair, big, brown cow eyes with long eyelashes, and embarrassing dimples. I was well-known in school for bizarrely wearing an electric-blue bomber jacket every single day for all four years of high school (we symbolically burned it at a post-graduation bonfire).
I had a very tight group of misfit friends all four years that we called “The Group”. We’d known each other since kindergarten (and I’m still friends with some of them today!), and we knew each other very well. In the social hierarchy of our high school, we were somewhere between The Burnouts on the lower levels and The Jocks on the main levels.
I was very much then like I am today; intelligent, creative, sweethearted, but also armed with a blistering streak of sarcasm that earned me the title of “King Of The Put-Downs”. This combination of qualities served me well during my Freshman year when I found myself in an elective recreational sports class with a bunch of Seniors. They found me hilarious, and I became their funny little brother … so they served as my “protector Alphas” in dangerous areas like the lunchroom. The only time they didn’t protect me was in my history class, where a bully named Matt Sprenger tormented me every day.
My friends were all typically straight white guys, and I managed to blend in perfectly with them even though I was nothing like them inside. Ever since fifth or sixth grade I knew I felt something for boys. My first “crush” happened then with a boy named George Collins. Then in junior high I sort of fell in love with a guy named Bob who looked a little like a blonde version of Albert from “Little House on the Prairie”, and that continued into high school. Ugh … Bob used to wear this form-hugging gray corduroy pants that showed off his bulge and his perfect ass. While my friends were busy talking about cheerleader tits and asses, I was chasing Bob and this cute guy named Matt.
These crushes helped me understand that I was gay, and I knew I felt submissive (as a little kid I was already manifesting an interest in macrophilia), but I didn’t know what to do with those feelings. I certainly never told my friends, nor my parents. So instead I began to date and attempt to fuck girls like my friends were doing. This started between the ages of 15-16. I lost my virginity to a white girl named Rachelle, my second girlfriend. I had a threesome with two girls one night at a party.
And I hated it. Entering a vagina with my little pee-pee felt wrong, and my body didn’t seem to even understand thrusting and other mechanical aspects of straight male fucking. I tried eating vagina, and it was absolutely revolting. All-in-all it was an embarrassing disaster. I started to think I was doomed.
Then I got a job at an Italian restaurant, and there I met a straight Alpha named Roger. He was my age and same grade, but he went to a competing high school. He was everything I wasn’t: hot, sexy, confident, muscular, and extremely popular. I fell instantly in love with him. I wanted to be with him all the time, smell his scent, and hear his laughter. He’d playfully call me “faggot” – the first time anyone ever called me that, and it was like an electric charge raced through my body every time he said it. The word felt like a siren song leading me into deeper waters.
This was, of course, the same Roger who forced me to my knees and throat fucked me with his 8+ inch cock a few months after meeting me (we had been watching some schlocky “girls in prison” movie in his mother’s basement). After that, I was his personal cocksucker for our final year of high school, and I never looked back.
So yeah, those were my years of discovery as a faggot in high school, Sir! I’m not sure my development was typical of most faggots, and I certainly handled those years with a sense of wide-eyed wonder and excitement that definitely seems atypical now that I’ve spoken to so many other fags.
EPILOGUE: Before I get the inevitable follow-up question, yes my high school friends all know I’m a faggot these days. After I disappeared from them for several years (being owned by multiple Masters), I returned and told them the truth. Then, at a class reunion, I made sure everyone in the class knew I was a faggot. Needless to say, none of them were shocked! We all had a great laugh over it!
One more thing, Sir: There is a category specifically for me and my stories. It’s all in the category “Me”.
I cannot tell you how overjoyed I was today when I FINALLY found the video above! I used to have it bookmarked somewhere and lost it, and I’ve been hunting for it ever since!
On the surface, it’s simply a straight black Alpha (Jamaican?) getting his huge, fat dick professionally serviced by a talented faggot.
But the VERBAL in it as the Alpha starts enjoying himself is hypnotic, and when he cums … woooo boy it it volcanic! He shakes and cusses and and doesn’t hold back! I also love how focused the faggot is on simply providing expert head for his superior!
I’ve been doing a little bit of housekeeping on the site proper as well as the backend. During my search through the archives, I came across this post from 2019 that references a long-dead Tumblr blog similar to my old one there about hierarchy.
That blog published a letter they received from a straight ex-Marine officer about the use of faggot cocksuckers that still holds true today as has throughout history.
I’ve had gay guys blow me before, and there’s a certain “underground” movement here in my unit where Marines get head from gay guys. It’s not a huge movement, but it does happen.
The reason this happens a little is because a horny straight guy can walk down the hall a couple doors, get head at midnight, and turn in. It’s simple, it’s easy.
Some of the guys I know have girlfriends that either don’t want to do it or aren’t good at it, and some are just single.
To them, it’s not so much that they like guys, it’s that they like blowjobs.
To tell you the flat-out truth, yes it was the best head I’ve ever had. I don’t particularly go looking for it. It’s something that has happened.
Will it happen again? I don’t know, maybe. Maybe not. I don’t dwell on it.
A lot of guys can’t divorce the sex act from sexuality, or can’t get past it being a dude. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Some can, and there’s nothing wrong with that.
In my experience, I’ve never heard of a gay guy hoping to convert a straight man. It’s just that they like sucking dick. My only advice I guess to you is since you’re not interested in it, just make sure you put the kibosh on it right away, in a nice way. Be firm and just really tell him that you aren’t interested in cheating on your girlfriend.
I’m curious why you don’t recommend random cocksucking for younger unowned faggots. Isn’t that part of a faggot’s purpose? I feel like it’s great practice for the faggot, and also a great way for men to get used to the ease and pleasure of using a faggot. Kneeling for a man, or a group of men, can be such a wonderful experience too.
Thank you for writing!
I’ve never discouraged faggots from having their slutty periods during which they suck everything they can. After all, I did that for a few years myself. I definitely learned a lot about my purpose from indiscriminately sucking dick randomly week after week, but in my heart I eventually yearned to be owned. Fortunately that happened, and I received deep personal training to make me a better faggot. Random cocksuckers don’t receive this. I think that’s why I always want to recommend true service to a Master, because the training I received was invaluable.
I don’t know if Henry Ford anticipated how his invention of the car was going to help faggots around the world suck off massive numbers of straight Men and Alphas, but it definitely did!
This straight Alpha has only one interest: getting this faggot to swallow his load. And guess what? He succeeded!
Hi, I recently started serving an 18 year old alpha who’s really hot and i want to talk to him more and learn more about his likes etc to better service him but he literally only sees me as an on call cum dump / ass Rimmer. I’ve met up with him twice and both times he just puts me under his desk and makes me suck him off while he works and ignores me. i find it hot but also sad that thats the only thing he wants from me. He never messages apart from the are you free now i need my cock sucked messages. Any ideas on how i can increase my service or should i just be happy he’s choosing me to drain his balls in even tho its kinda depressing.
Thank you for writing!
Well, you’re currently living every faggot’s dream, brother. I don’t know how else to put it. I guess I understand why you feel depressed? But on the other hand, I don’t understand AT ALL.
This Alpha is only 18 years old. He’s not interested in developing a relationship with a faggot. He’s using you to discover his own power and what he likes or wants. You get that, right?
If you want to do more for him, try this: “Sir, I was wondering if there are other ways I might be of service.” I mean, you get on your knees and suck his dick … surely you can end such an encounter with a simple question like that, right? He’s not going to get upset, trust me.
In the meantime, don’t overthink this. He’s young, horny, and naturally thoughtless. You’re a convenient hole for a young King that every faggot on planet Earth would love to service. Be grateful, not greedy.
Orders hit hard the second I walked in: groceries dropped, slammed against the wall, wrists cuffed tight behind my back. Dragged to my knees.
Declan: “Heading out for drinks with the boys. First, edge me slow and sloppy, deep throat, no mercy, stop right before I blow. No load for you tonight… maybe I’ll save the rest for someone else.”
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I opened wide. He used my mouth like his personal toy, thick, throbbing, leaking pre while my caged cock strained uselessly. Pulled out at the edge, left me drooling, denied and wanting more.
Patted my cheek: “Stay ready. I might come back hornier.”
Door shut. I’m still here on my knees, throat open, repeating the only words allowed.
Yes, Sir.
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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Straight God Alpha Master Anthony has been pulling off staggering acts of dominance recently, most notably with his recent conquering of his college teacher Daniel. I encourage you to read back through the recent updates on this story, because it really is astounding.
All the while Master Anthony’s precious faggot Fabien has been faithfully assisting his Master in claiming this faggot teacher, and demonstrating tremendous instincts as a “mentor faggot”, a designation I designed as the top position in the faggot hierarchy. I’ve really been proud of Fabien’s brilliant work with Daniel, even doing subspace training to help Daniel accept his destiny. It worked beautifully.
The last time Master Anthony updated this story, he finally got Daniel to admit that he’s a faggot, and then Master Anthony throat fucked Daniel and marked him with his cum. It was just as dramatic as it sounds!
But if you thought Master Anthony was now finished with Daniel, you must not be paying attention to one of the greatest young God Alphas on the planet!
Fabien picks up the story from here:
Brother, I’m just dropping you a quick note to let you know that Daniel had his first experience of an Alpha Pack party yesterday ! 😉 Actually, it was a pretty chill evening. Anthony had invited three friends, Henri and Charles and Jean. I believe I haven’t mentioned the latter before, but he is an Alpha bro of Anthony’s who happens to be attending the same tutorial class taught by Daniel. I can tell you that at first, Daniel was very distressed to see him! But I comforted him, and he quickly resigned himself to being humiliated in front of another one of his students.
During the evening, Daniel served for a long time as a rug for the feet of the Men who were chatting and laughing, sitting on the sofa, while Clément and Basile and I served them food and drink or entertained them by acting like dogs. Anthony felt it was important to continue destroying his ego a little more. I could see Daniel shedding a few tears, but he remained well-behaved. Once or twice, Anthony addressed him smugly and mockingly: “Everything okay down there? Enjoying your evening?” Daniel replied appropriately: “Perfectly, Sir. Thank you for using me, Master, that’s an honor.” I was proud of him! Anthony spared him from ass-fucking for now, but Daniel had to lick their feet and suck Anthony and Jean’s dicks.
When the Masters went to sleep, I stayed alone with Daniel while Clement and Basile cleaned up, and I had him study and repeat the Six Golden Rules of a slave towards his Master: admiration, obedience, respect, loyalty, gratitude, penitence. Daniel is still a little nervous, but I think he is beginning to move past his previous dreams of life and to accept his servile nature and his destiny of servitude at the feet of Men.
I must tell you, brother, I really enjoy my mentoring role! I feel so good knowing that I am doing my best to make the world a little better for the Alpha Men, and so, for all of us! I’m glad to follow your lead in that regard!
Lots of love!
Fab the (mentor) fag
Master Anthony must be the proudest Alpha on Earth to own such an amazing, hard-working, and selfless faggot like Fabien. Truly, Fabien is everything a faggot is supposed to be and everything an Alpha could want.
As for what Master Anthony did to Daniel to train him, it is a rough assignment. Here Daniel is, an older male teacher being forced to submit to his college students and suck their dicks. It’s yet another humiliation as Daniel continues to descend into his true identity as Master Anthony’s faggot plaything. I can almost see Master Anthony’s proud and gleaming smile at the achievement!
But Fabien should be just as proud of himself! What a wonderful thing to do to have Daniel recite the Golden Rules of a Faggot! It’s the kind of hypnosis that Alphas ordinarily handle, but Fabien took it upon himself instead!
Truly, Fabien is the most precious jewel in Master Anthony’s crown, a smart, thoughtful “mentor faggot” who decorates the palace of Kings and brings light to the darkness for his faggot brothers!
I couldn’t be prouder to have him as my little brother!
Hello, I have this one guy who I’ve had sex with, he says he is straight but like the way guys give blowjobs and are okay with being fucked, his entire attitude and demeanor reminds of alpha men, but he seems to not fully realize it, j as a faggot sent him this page and asked him to go through it, is there any ways I can help him realize it faster?
Thank you for the question!
Sometimes despite all of the obvious evidence some Alphas don’t fully understand or accept what they are. Some are disproportionately modest, too. Through your submission and worship, many will generally start to embrace their truth.
If you want to help the process along, you might send him my “Letter To An Alpha” (or link him to it). There I spell out the basics of hierarchy, including his role as an Alpha. This might cause him to view you in a different light, as well as his own motivations.
Just keep serving him and worshiping him. Kiss his feet. Call him “Sir”. Thank him for using you. He’ll get the point.
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This is the second part of this story. CLICK HERE to read the first part!
In the previous post we learned that straight Master Vinicius finally decided to use his long-term friend and faggot Felipe sexually. When he first found out the truth about Felipe being a fag, he swore he wouldn’t use Felipe sexually because, as he said, he’s not interested in that. Frankly, this is justifiably the position more straight Alphas have regarding sex with males. After all, there is no natural attraction to another male.
But something this site has consistently taught and documented over the years is this fundamental truth: straight Alphas are turned on by POWER and WORSHIP, and that overrides any other concern they might have about gay sex.
That’s because sex between a straight Alpha and a faggot isn’t about sexual attraction, but rather, it’s about pure domination. That kind of power is its own aphrodisiac.
Needless to say, Master Vinicius was literally and figuratively blown away by the worshipful blowjobs Felipe gave him, and the surge of unconquerable power he felt charged through him like a lightning strike. He knew he needed to actually claim Felipe completely.
He decided to finally fuck and breed his first faggot!
I prepped Master Vinicius beforehand on the fruits of complete faggot ownership, as well as how to cunt a faggot and the importance of it. I had to act quickly, because it was clear a tsunami of lust was surging in Master Vinicius, and this was going to happen sooner than later!
Then it happened. Here are Master Vinicius’s account of what transpired physically, metaphysically, and, most importantly, hierarchically:
As I told you I had my fag Felipe coming over to be my bitch for the evening as I watched the game. When he got to my place I told him to pour me a beer, put the rest in the fridge and set the snacks on a tray and bring me everything as I laid on the couch, in the boxers I had on the whole day. He brought everything and I told him to take off his clothes and kneel… But I wasn’t very fond of that sight. I don’t know, I didn’t feel comfortable seeing his little baby dick out in the wild. So I told him to go to the master bedroom and pick up a pair of panties from my wife’s drawer. He’s such a slut he picked a pair of red lace panties, a little see through on the front. His “dick” is SO SMALL it barely made a bulge. He actually looked like a girl from the waist down (he was fully shaved… I was impressed by that)
So picture this: me wearing a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers already hard standing up in front of him, wearing nothing but my wife panties facing down to the ground as I was drinking a nice cold beer HE paid for. Life’s good, Sam.
I wish I knew that before.
I told him to worship me and beg me to make him my whore and he went on and on about how he dreamed about it since he met me, that he wanted to be a good boy for daddy and make me proud for giving him this opportunity to serve me. I made him put his hands on the ground, behind his back as he was kneeling to give him some support, because I wanted to use his throat as a fleshlight. So I bent his head a bit, put both of my legs behind his back with his head between my legs – as if I was sitting on his chest – and I started fucking that throat. This bitch doesn’t seem to know what a gag reflex is, and I love this about him! I was forcing his head up and down on my cock and he was taking it like a pro! I have a big cock, around 20cm (you do the conversion to inches) and the only times he gagged were when I got his nose pressed against my crotch and I blocked it to prevent him from breathing… He got my cock so slobbered that I don’t think I would had needed to use lube to fuck him. But I told him to lube anyway and to lay on his back on the ground.
You see… When I decided to fuck him I had pictured him on all fours or riding me. But I wanted to see the look on his face as he finally got the meat he’s yearned for years. And I wanted him to look me in the eyes as I entered his pussy to make a statement in his little head: that from now on the only cock that matters is mine. And Sam, what a trip that was! As soon as the tip of my cock entered his hole my fag started crying. I asked if I was hurting him, but he said those were tears of joy. I don’t know if it was the sight of that grown up man wearing my wife panties with his tiny little dick hard and crying of joy for having my cock inside him or just the rush of power that struck me – maybe a mix of both – but I was DETERMINED to turn that hole into a huge gape.
I was fucking him HARD. Taking it all out and shoving it back inside, aiming for different parts of his hole and get it as stretched as possible – his hole was surprisingly tight for someone who’s been getting fucked for 25 years. I was slapping his face, punching him on the side of his ribs, spitting on his mouth… I even rubbed his small ball sack like we do with a woman’s clit. My fag was going nuts, trembling/shaking uncontrollably, saying things that didn’t even make any sense while begging me to get him pregnant. I LOST MY MIND WHEN I HEARD THAT! I strangled his neck with one hand and told him to beg me louder to impregnate his pussy. I read that link you sent me about cunting. I’m sure that’s what was happening. I’ve never seen someone so given to me like that. I increased the speed and I told him I was about to cum and demanded him to say he’s my bitch and I bred him. It was something else… Un-fucking-believable! I’ve had women losing their mind over me in bed, but I never seen someone getting so senseless like he got.
I took my cock out, had him kneeled again and told him to clean it up with his tongue while thanking me for breeding him. And he did it with the biggest smile on his face!
I laid back on the couch, turned the TV on because the game was about to start and had him bringing me another beer, the tray with the snacks and a broom. He brought everything to me and I told him to lay on his back on the ground.
I took the broomstick, a roll of silver tape that was inside the tv rack drawer and I taped both of his feet to the broomstick in a way he couldn’t move his legs to the sides. I told him to raise his legs as far as he could and I placed one edge of the snack tray on the broomstick and told him to grab the other edge of the tray. He was supposed to be the support for it as I watched the game. I didn’t wanna hear a word, that he should try his hardest not to let anything fall for as long as I wanted him to stay that way and that, if he behaved like a good fag, I might let him cum at the end of the evening. In case he couldn’t handle it anymore I’d let him off this duty if he said “Fogo”. (My team’s nickname)
He was SO SCARED it was actually funny, but also adorable in a way. I could see he didn’t want to let me down. And Sam… He tried! And he earned my respect. It took him roughly 20 minutes to tap out. Way more than I was expecting. Luckily, for him, my team had already scored a goal and we were winning a tough away game. I let him off the restraints but he had to stay on the ground, massaging/sucking my feet as I watched the game. When we scored the second goal I smashed his little dick so hard he let out a moan that reminded me of a girl. I never heard his voice so high pitched! But he screamed like a pig when the other team scored a goal and I decided to aim my frustration on his balls. I never knew that kicking someone in the nuts could be THAT relaxing… at least for me! LoL
Half-time came and I told him he could ride my cock as I answered some messages from my clients on my phone, but he was supposed to keep saying he’s my little girl and how much she loves my cock inside of her. Yes, I was referring to my fag in the feminine at this point. So, for around 20 minutes I had my fag riding my cock with my wife’s panties on, telling me how much my cock means to her as I had my phone in one hand answering my clients and playing with her tits with the other hand. And boy, she was perfect at it! I shot my second load by the time the second half was about to start.
I needed to piss, so I took my fag to the toilet with me, told her to hold my cock with her teeth and lips as I pissed. I cleaned my cock on her face, ordered to pick me another beer and I was back on the couch – and my fag back on the floor.
I don’t know what the fuck happened, but the other team scored 3 goals on the first 20 minutes of the second half and my team was behind the score by 2. I wasn’t happy at all about it, but I squeezed my fag’s small nuts so bad after the second goal that I felt bad for her when the 3rd came. I went to the master bedroom and picked up my wife’s vibrator, told my fag to lay on the couch on her back over my lap, legs wide open, and I used the vibrator in her ass like a stress relief tool… For me. I was aiming at my fag’s prostate the whole time. My neighbors might have heard the moaning. The human body is incredible, isn’t it? How can the stimulation on a specific spot make someone lose the sense of space and time?
I kept telling my fag I was pissed but it was because of the game. But she made me really proud. And that I wanted to start treating him like a girl, since his dick looks like an oversized clitoris and he has titties that could easily fill up a bra. My fag said she’s going to be my girl and as slutty as daddy wanted her to be. She even started talking with a different voice. She was such a good girl I told her she could cum… But only if she managed to do it hands free, because daddy was already stimulating her pussy and that’s how girls should cum. But she asked me to cum riding my cock instead of the vibrator. She had those needy puppy eyes and such a soft voice asking to cum riding her daddy that I couldn’t say no.
I got her riding my cock facing me. The other team had scored yet another goal so I was done with the match… The moment I was having with my fag girl felt much better. I got her to ride me and tell me how much she loved to serve me that evening, how much my cock meant to her and my fag girl gave me an Oscar winning speech of how amazing and life changing my cock is. That I wasn’t only her master, but her king, her god. That from now on my cock is her religion and that getting my cum is her sacred communion, that every drop of anything produced by my body is holy to her: my cum, my sweat, my spit, my piss… She was saying all of that while looking me in the eyes, hands behind my neck, my heavy breathing against hers. I ordered her to cum. I gave her a 60-second count down. I didn’t even got to the 40s and she squirted all over my stomach while thanking me for being so kind to let her cum.
I had her cleaning the mess she made with her tongue then I shot my 3rd load on her face. I used my foot to spread my cum all over it and told her to clean my foot too.
And just like that other night I told my fag to clean everything while I took a shower, to wash my wife’s panties and get the fuck out of my place before I was done showering because my boy could be back home any minute then and I didn’t want them to run into each other.
Sam… I’m really playing with the idea of turning my fag into a girl when I want to get worshipped and serviced.
It was my first time fucking someone who isn’t a woman and, Sam… I stand corrected. You were right all along.
Absolutely astounding!
I love the analytical side of Master Vinicius’s brain being blown apart by the overwhelming experience of fucking and breeding his first faggot. His entire being was transformed into a raging beast of pure power and dominance, a point beyond the usefulness of words and rational thought. This makes sense, because all ascended Alphas can tap into that pure animal id because they’ve come to accept the natural use of faggots!
Once again, I commend Felipe for being such a good faggot and performing admirably as Master Vinicius thoroughly (and roughly) used him! So proud of my brother!
But I wanted to touch on the fact that Master Vinicius did, in fact, cunt Felipe on his very first try! For a straight Alpha, cunting their first faggot is almost as wondrous as what the faggot experiences. As Master Vinicius mentioned, he watched his faggot’s body shudder and his faggot’s face go slack and delirious, and it was something so intensely powerful that it made him need to pump his load deep into Felipe’s new pussy.
No matter how well Master Vinicius fucks his wife, he’s never going to experience TRANSFORMATION like that because of the power of his cock! Master Vinicius’s cock RULED this encounter, striking like a weapon and penetrating even the psyche of his new faggot. This is what Alpha cock does! It’s more than just a tool to fuck and breed things. It alters people, forcing them to submit and surrender to true Alpha power!
There is nothing stopping Master Vinicius now. He’s moved beyond the cares of unenlightened Men, ascending above them and clothed with glory. He can own anyone he wants now. If he wants a harem of female and faggot slaves worshiping him day and night, it’s all possible.
His God Alphahood is assured. He’s picked the lock and opened the gates to a Kingdom made just for him!
Thank you, Master Vinicius and his faggot, Felipe!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
For more than ten years I’ve been consistently preaching one fairly controversial message: straight Alphas use faggots sexually and remain straight. In fact, the original name of this site as registered in 2015 was FagsWorshipStraights.Tumblr.com. I had served so many straight Alphas in my life that I wanted to teach people this fundamental hierarchical truth.
I received a lot of pushback for a lot of years (I’m still getting it), but again and again through this site I have instead raised an irrefutable mountain of evidence proving this truth. I’m unassailable in this regard. Do you have any idea how many straight Alphas tried using faggots because of this site and discovered I was right?? I don’t even know, but it’s A LOT of them.
Master Vinicius is the latest straight Alpha to become exposed to this site’s message after his longtime friend Felipe admitted that he was a faggot and directed him to this site. And Master Vinicius warned me in one of our earliest conversations that he would never use a faggot sexually no matter what I said to him.
And I just smiled. You see, I know the power of hierarchy better than any straight Alpha. They can protest all they want, but in the end I know the POWER will move them more than their fears and paranoia.
So the other day Master Vinicius started asking me questions about how in theory he might approach Felipe in order to in theory try using him as a cocksucker.
But I didn’t give Master Vinicius theories. I gave him facts.
I gave him the truth … and the truth set him free:
So Sam… Here’s what happened.
I went over to my fag’s place using my emergency key, he was lying on the couch and I immediately told him to get up and get close to me. I gave him the first slap of the evening in his face. “Do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he said he didn’t. Slap number 2. I ordered him to take off his shorts and be only in his undies and with his shirt on. He did it. Slap number 3. “I’m gonna ask again: do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he asked if I was there to use him and… Slap number 4. “Only idiots answer a question with another question. What’s the correct answer?” And he said “You’re here to use me, Sir.” I said good boy and gave him the slap number 5. Then I gave him a wedgie and told him to get me a glass of cold water, a bowl I could put my feet in filled with warm water, a towel and nail clippers.
As he ran to get all of that I sat on his couch and started looking for something interesting to watch on the tv.
He got back, gave me the glass of water, put the bowl in front of me with the towel around his neck while the water was heating on the stove. I ordered him to kneel.
I told him to get my underwear I gave him this morning, he picked it up and I put it over his head, with the bulge part against his nose. By that time the water was already warm enough to pour into the bowl and I ordered him to get it.
When he came back and the bowl was filled I said “You’re starting tonight by washing my feet and massaging it. Then you’ll clip my nails. You’re not allowed to say a word unless spoken to. I have a lot to talk to you. Understood?” – “Yes, sir”
Then I went on and on about how I got very pissed and disappointed at him for talking about me to strangers online and having it published. But I said his luck was that he did that with you, and that I’ve been chatting with you lately. I told him you’re a VERY intelligent person, very eloquent and well versed in this hierarchy matter. So much that I got a boner reading one of your emails. That chatting with you made me realize that my cock does deserve to be worshipped. I told him we’re not friends anymore. But I decided to still keep him in my life because you, Sam, opened my eyes to the things I can get from him that no other women is capable to provide me. And that I got that boner because of the rush of power I had. And that I decided to give him one chance to finally prove himself he can be completely useful under our new dynamic – and one chance only.
By that time he had already finished washing and clipping my nails and he was just massaging my feet. I was already only with my underwear on. It was a fun sight, since he had my dirty underwear covering his face and he didn’t even notice I was barely clothed.
“Do you want to take this chance you’ve been waiting for 20 years, fag” – “Yes, Sir. I’ll do anything” – good.
I told him to dry my feet and approach. Got him kneeled between my legs and shoved his head on my crotch (with two pairs of underwears between his nose and my junk – the one on his face and the one I was wearing) and I told him to tell me his case, and it should be a very convincing speech.
He said something to the lines of “I’ve always knew I was a faggot and you’re an alpha. I was afraid the day you realized this would never gonna come. Out of all the men in the world you’re the one who deserves to enjoy this power the most. You changed so many peoples lives, you always guided people around you, you literally saved my life a few times and I’ve always been grateful to be around you, because you make feel safe being what I’m meant to be… Even if you didn’t know about it before. And now that you do I would be honored to show you new heights to your power and make you feel like the God you are.”
That “God” part REALLY got me hard right there, Sam.
I told him to take my underwear off his face and stare at my hard rock bulge. His eyes were shinning like a kid on Xmas day. I asked him “What are you?”, he said “I’m your faggot, Sir!”, I asked “And what am I?” He said “The greatest man I’ve ever seen. You’re my God, sir!”
Sam, my cock was throbbing already. Not in a million years I’d imagine something like this would happen. And you were spot on when you said that I got that erection from your email because of the feeling of power I had.
I told him to get some lube. He ran to his bedroom and brought it to the living room, handed to me and went back on his knees. I told him to turn around and put his head on the floor and his ass up. I pulled his undies back to normal, ripped the back just enough to get access to his hole, put some lube on it and told him to turn around facing me. He was losing his mind. He was shaking, dripping sweat. I could see he was nervous. I told him to calm down, that I wouldn’t do anything to harm him not anything he didn’t want me to do anyway. “Ok, boy?” – “Yes, sir!”
Then I gave him another slap and asked how many times have I slapped him already. He’s such a good boy that he immediately said “Six times, Sir! One on each cheeck, Sir!” – I smiled, said he’s a good boy and told him to try and ride my right foot. He didn’t hesite. Though he didn’t manage to get all my toes in, I’m proud of him anyway. You see… My feet are size 14. And my big toe if probably bigger than his little baby dick.
I let him ride my feet as I put my cock out and told him to jerk and admire it. If a meteor hit us at that moment I don’t think he would notice. He was COMPLETELY hypnotized. He was playing with its head, my pubes, my heavy balls… Drooling in lust to put it inside his mouth. And I’m not saying that figuratively , he was ACTUALLY drooling without noticing. It was the first time in my life I’ve seen someone so mesmerized by my hard cock. Not even my wife was ever like this.
I told him he could start worshipping my cock with his mouth.
He started on the head, playing with his tongue. Then started sucking it and without me even ask him he put the whole thing down his throat and started fucking it. It took a while until he started having gag reflexes. At one point he did something I’ve only seen in porn… My cock was down his throat, his nose was on my pubes and he managed to put part of his tongue out to lick my balls at the same time. I didn’t know it was possible! It felt AMAZING.
It was already the best blowjob I ever gotten! And he even forgot he had my toes inside his ass! Hahaha
Then he asked me permission to talk. I said yes. He asked permission to give me a surprise, but to do that he needed to get up for a second. I was so caught up in the moment that I said sure.
He got up, went to the kitchen and I heard him saying “Sir, do you mind if I ask you to close your eyes for just a sec?” To which I said ok, but hurry.
He came back, started riding my foot again and started sucking my cock again… But I felt his mouth icy and warm and wet at the same time. It was a weird but AMAZING feeling and I asked him if he had an ice cube in his mouth and he put his tongue out to show me 3 black halls drops.
DISCLAIMER: I know in the us you guys buy Halls drops for cough/throat. Here in Brazil that’s a Candy. And I’ve heard a lot about people using it to give oral sex.
That little motherfucker got me NUTS swallowing my cock with those halls drops inside his mouth. He was deepthroating, putting both of my balls in his mouth, sucking my head like a baby on a pacifier… But it was when he started licking my frenulum with that hot/icy/wet tongue while rubbing my head with one hand and massaging my balls that I admit I lost control. While he was doing that he kept saying that my body is a shrine and my cock is the God he worships. That my cock rules his life from now on if he is considered worthy of it. That he was in heaven being able to do what he had dreamed of for years and years and kept asking me if he was being a good boy. He had tears of happiness scrolling down his eyes.
Sam… All I could do was grunt, moan and breathe heavily. Nobody EVER got me like that only for giving me head. Actually… “Giving head” is not a good enough definition for what that faggot did.
I told him I was close to shoot my load… And he didn’t change his pace one bit. He started licking my frenulum with what he had left from one of the drops on his tongue and trying to say “please, daddy… Give me your God load!” and when he felt my cock was swelling up and about to cum he deep throated himself again, nose on my pubes, tip of his tongue on my balls and my juice exploded direct into his throat. He hold it there for, idk, 20 second. Then started to slurp it out.
Honestly, Sam. I think I haven’t came THAT HARD since I got my wife pregnant.
He sat more firmly on my foot and just looked at me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. My face was probably of disbelief, I ain’t lying. I’ve NEVER experienced something like this before. Then he said 5 magic words: “I love your cock, Sir!”
I told him to get up and bring me another glass of water as I was trying to recompose myself. He came back with the water and kneeled and put his head down.
Sam. I had to take a few moments to admire that sight and make sense of what just happened.
You were completely right on every word you said. I could NEVER have a woman giving a treatment like that. Not treatment… Worship.
I told him to look at me and got close to him. As I reach for his face he threatened to flinch for a millisecond but I said “Don’t worry. I’m not giving you the 7th slap” instead I rubbed his head and told him I was really proud of him. And that he aced the one chance he had. I was so proud that I don’t think I’m letting Flavio getting near him again. He can’t appreciate a worship like that. This faggot is mine. As he always been.
Full disclosure: I warned Felipe that I thought Master Vinicius might be ready to use his throat, so he was able to have those Halls cough drops ready. LOL
Brothers, this is how we win every time. We submit completely to the awe and majesty of our straight Alphas and we worship them in ways that never ever occur to females. We blow their minds in addition to their cocks until there is no doubt in their minds that they need to keep using us.
Felipe went above and beyond in order to thoroughly satisfy Master Vinicius, leaving him with a feeling he’d never quite experienced so acutely before: God Alphahood.
And the most revelatory part: Master Vinicius was still STRAIGHT, but changed in the most extraordinary way. You see, his sexuality didn’t change … but he began his ascent to levels of power other straight Alpha deny themselves. What a shame!
But Master Vinicius wasn’t done! Just like any powerful Man who has achieved some intoxicating level of wealth and glory, Master Vinicius wanted to drink more from the wellspring of hierarchical power!
He ordered his faggot to write of their second encounter:
I got to serve Master Vinicius again! He called me saying he was almost done at the gym we have here, that he wanted me to go downstairs with a fresh towel for him. I immediately went down and he was leaving the gym, I gave him the towel and he told me to follow him to the elevator. When we got there he gave me back the towel and told me to sniff it as we were going up. He said his wife will be out for a couple of days and asked if I thought was fair that he had to release his stress by himself. I said of course not. And we got into his place.
He told me to make him his protein shake and load the washing machine with the laundry on the baskets from the master bathroom and the second bathroom. So I did. When I finished all of that he said I had the machine’s cycle time to suck him dry. He was still smelling from the gym. I CAN’T PUT INTO WORDS HOW GREAT HE SMELLED!!! I started sucking him and he kept telling me to say how great his cock is and how much I love it – like I needed an excuse to do that… He said he’s gonna use me all these days his wife is not around. Not to get my hopes up about him fucking… Yet. He said he does want to fuck me and is going to do it eventually, but I’ll know when he’s ready. I teared up a bit, not gonna lie. I felt very emotional. Then he shoved his cock way down my throat and gave me a head lock on my neck, I couldn’t move and barely breathe. And he got me like that as he finished his protein shake.
I got to suck his dick, lick his balls, his armpits, his chest… It was like I was given the gift of cleaning his sweat with my tongue. It felt AMAZING!
When he was just about to cum he told me to stop sucking and just stare at his cock and balls to see how a real man cums… And he came on his foot and made me to lick it clean. Sam… I’m not into feet AT ALL. But it felt A-MA-ZING!
By then the machine was done and he told me to hang up the clothes and do the dishes in sink while he had a shower. And that I was supposed to leave as soon as I finished it because he didn’t wanna see me when he left the shower. So I ran to do that and came back home.
Btw: as I was sucking him he prohibited me from jerking off (he knows I’m a gooner) and that I’m gonna know when I’m allowed to cum – but gave me no details about it, so I’m kind of in the dark. But I won’t question it. He knows what’s best for me.
Incredible!
We see so many elements in these encounters that I’ve discussed for years, natural laws straight Alphas understand and utilize when using a faggot (like denying Felipe masturbation while serving, or making Felipe lick his cum off his feet) because they come from the very heart of all straight Alphas. They all want the same worship, the same service, the same honor, respect, and awe.
And only faggots give straight Alphas exactly what they crave!
So once again, the hierarchical truth contained on this site has changed a life, this time a powerful straight God Alpha named Master Vinicius. And our world is better for it!
BUT WAIT: This is only PART ONE! Just wait until you hear what happened NEXT!
