Straight Alphas don’t realize how convenient it is to own personal faggots, to have anything they want on command.

With a faggot, their wallets and their bellies are always full, and their balls are always empty.

In part 1 of my story, Declan surprised me with a trip to Paris. Go find that story and read it before this one. We spent days being a tourist in the great city of Paris.   Many hot boys carrying baguettes. lol  

One night after a long day checking out many sites, Declan decided that we would go to the gay area and have some drinks.

What we noticed is almost all bars were very small and crammed with so many men.

Once they heard our voice they all knew we were new meat in town. The American accent got many of the French boys hard and horny. We were being welcomed by many.  

Later in the evening at our last bar, Declan went to get a round of drinks and I was just standing by a table.  This young guy, I would say he was about 30 years old. He was wearing jeans and I white tshirt. You can see he was very built.  He came up to me and said: 

“You must be Zack correct?”

I was very confused and said yes.

“I been checking you out and my boyfriend and I had a quick chat with Declan.  We made an arrangement that all four of us will be hanging out for a while and that you will belong to me and he will have my man.  So here I am.”

I was shocked and looked for Declan and saw that he was making out with a guy.

Seconds later Brian (the guy with me) grabbed my head and started to make out with me.   His tongue was all in my mouth.

As we stopped kissing, he spat on my face and told me to follow him to his table.  I grabbed my drink, wiped my face and followed him to find both our boyfriends still making out.   We were in a corner where it was a bit private but no one cared if people watched.  Before we sat down, Brian said: 

“Put your hand in my jeans and check what you are doing to me.”

His cock was hard and wet of precum.  Now I was getting very horny.  He did the same and put his hand out and laughed his head off and told his boyfriend to quickly put his hand in my pants.  He did and also laughed.   

“Oh Declan, you weren’t lying about him being your bitch!”

Brian took my hand and dragged me into the washroom.  It was a private washroom and he shut the door.   

“Pull your pants down and kneel in front of me”

He unzipped and pulled his large uncut cock and placed it in my mouth.   

“I don’t want you to do anything. Just stay kneeling and mouth open”

He took a good grip at my hair and started to fuck my throat.  Deep and slow and then moments later deep and hard.  I was gagging at the beginning but then got used to his cock penetrating in and out of my throat.

His moaning was getting louder and he pulled out and shot a load on my beard and then shoved his cock back in my throat. He continued to shoot shots down my throat.

He zipped back up and rubbed the cum from my beard all over. 

“No cleaning, let’s go back to join our boys”

We walked back, embarrassed of having French semen on my beard.

Declan: “Is that cum on your beard Zack?”

Brian: “Yes I shot once on his face and then the rest is in his stomach. I think he looks good with my semen on his face don’t you boys?”

Declan: “Ya it suits him. Ok our turn but you’re getting it in your ass!” They walked away.

I was humiliated but at the same time Brian and Declan looked so proud of me which made me happy to have obeyed and serviced the guy.

Once again I was alone with Brian, chatted about life in Canada comparing from his life.

29 minutes later, Declan was back with that guy and we had some shots and another drink before we kissed them goodbye and went to our hotel. 

We stopped at a store and got ourselves a baguette and cheese and rushed to our room as it was very cold that night. 

We had a snack and then Declan said: “Ok, lay on your stomach, I need to shoot another load.  that guy was hot.”

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There are few Masters as rough with faggots as Master Niko (@sucknik0 on X). He summarizes his perspective clearly:

Some Alphas need to use faggots this way, and it’s our job as faggots to endure it and build appreciation for our role in this. It’s what we were born to do, just as he is doing what he was born to do!

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

This is a continuation of PART ONE of this story which you can read by CLICKING HERE!

After Fabien told me about the Alpha Pack party, I responded this way:

I’m honestly a little surprised you weren’t used sexually during that party or after by Master Anthony or one of his Alpha Pack. Of course they wouldn’t dare use his faggot without permission. But this sexual service is coming. Be ready.

Well Master Anthony moves about as fast as my mind can predict this stuff, but only a couple of hours after sending that email to Fabien, I received a startling (though not unexpected) reply:

Brother sam, are you a seer or something ? 

When I entered Anthony’s room to serve his breakfast, he was already half awake and was very pleased. I put the tray on his lap and massaged his feet while he ate. When he was done, he put the tray aside and told me out of the blue: “That was well done! I think you have earned your own breakfast now!” He took off his blanket, snapped his fingers and pointed his morning wood.

His cock was impressive! Of course I knew what to do, but I had never had a dick in my mouth before, so I’m afraid I was not very good at it. I choked a couple of time, but Anthony grabbed my head to press it and force my moves. He was moaning “Good, very good, that’s a good boy, that’s a good boy who likes to please me” and so on. After he came, he gave me a little slap and said “Swallow it all, boy. You’re gonna learn to love my cock”. I could barely speak, but after I swallowed his cum, I managed to say “Thank you, Sir”. With his smug face I love so much, he said: “Good boy. Now go serve breakfast to my bros in the guest room. The guys on the couch can have leftovers if there are any.”

I served the young hunks in my bedroom a substantial breakfast to make sure the other two in the living room had some left over.

They all left for the afternoon, Anthony instructed me to clean the flat. I can’t help but notice he referred to my bedroom as the “guest room”. I wonder if this augurs anything.

First of all, I applaud Fabien for sleeping on the kitchen floor all night and then thinking, not of his own discomfort, but rather to make breakfast for the four Kings sleeping in his place! He also did right to serve Master Anthony first after correctly identifying that he’s the leader of the Pack.

But it’s Master Anthony who is the real surprise. As far as I know he’s a straight Alpha, but he’s so turned on by the fact that his power has claimed a faggot that he couldn’t help but feed Fabien his cock!

Already we see in Master Anthony a great power arising. He’s already an incredible Owner, better at it than most Alphas 2-3 times his age. Notice the commendation and encouragement Master Anthony gave Fabien while he sucked his cock! Also notice how Master Anthony gave firm but affectionate guidance when Fabien was struggling!

I was just as blown away by Master Anthony’s control of the situation after being pleased, giving direct orders to Fabien about the distribution of food to the other Alphas and the cleaning later. Again, Master Anthony is just 21 years old! Do you think they teach Alpha classes in school in France, or do you think maybe it’s something natural to truly powerful Alphas?

A bit later I received this incredible update:

Anthony came back alone at the end of the afternoon. I went to take and hang up his coat and then I knelt and kissed his shoes. He said “Nice one. Stay on your knees” and began to unzip his pants, then grabbed my head. He face-fucked me and had me swallow his cum, while we stared in each other’s eyes.

After swallowing, I said “Thank you, Master”. It was the first time I called him Master and it clearly turned him on. He gently slapped my face with his dick and said “Very good boy. And if I am your Master, what are you?” I bowed my head and said “I am your slave, Master.” He ran his hand through my hair and went to sit on the sofa. “Nice boy. Go fetch me a beer and massage my feet, slave.”

I’m sending you this mail before going to do the dishes while he’s playing video games. I feel so happy when he enjoys his time while I work for him.

This episode is a masterpiece of Hierarchical truth and fulfillment. I don’t know enough about Master Anthony (yet) to know if he’s ever owned/used fags before, but even if he has he has incredible instincts at such a young age!

But my brother Fabien is just as impressive to me. He thought he was getting a roommate to share expenses, but instead he has found a younger Master who will change everything about his life and finally give him true purpose! And here’s the thing: Fabien is running toward it, not away from it! He knows he was born to be at the feet of a gorgeous young Alpha like Master Anthony!

If you didn’t believe it before, believe it now: HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

Machines are typically torture devices without true benefit, but this one is quite useful as a training device.

As any face-fucked cocksucker will tell you, a Man is like a machine when rutting, without sympathy.

This machine replicates that nicely!

No choice. Faggots don’t have a choice when it comes to an Alpha’s basic need to breed and dump loads. We faggots exist primarily for this purpose, and in general we respond better than any female. We need Alpha cum almost as much as Alphas need to pump it into us.

I love this how this big, muscular Alpha almost thoughtlessly face-fucks his faggot before finally telling it “good boy” when it obeys a command.

Faggots are nothing to great Men except holes to fuck and breed. But we can still be “good boys” even then!

It never ceases to amaze me how quickly young Alphas learn and accept the natural order. As soon as they learn about their power, they start forcing older faggots to submit to them. I have no doubt it’s thrilling for them to have such easy power over their “elders”.

Most of the time it isn’t the service that causes a fåggot to submit to an Alpha, but rather it’s the mind-fuck prior to that.

Listen to the way this Master talks to his fåg, priming it to give him everything he wants from it.

As I’ve said elsewhere, I was basically gay from birth. By the sixth grade, I had developed a crush on a boy named George (although I didn’t know what it meant at the time), and middle school/high school attractions to boys in class (Bob, I still miss you and your bulge in those tight pants!) further refined my obvious sexual orientation.

However, like most closeted gay youths, I was compelled to date girls in order to fit in with the budding heterosexual attractions of my closest friends. So, like a coward, I started dating girls.

My first few relationships were fulfilling in some way. Despite a general lack of attraction to their bodies, I was more than capable of performing sexually. Some of that probably had to do with the newness of sex in general, as well as the virulent hormones coursing through me at that age. Around that time I also discovered – much to my surprise – that I really loved boobs. For that period of time I was just like every other guy, dating a girl for a while in order to get some pussy before moving to the next one.

Of course, it was all a lie. I knew every kiss was a lie. I knew every thrust of my penis into a vagina was a lie. I knew every “I love you” was a lie. In the moment, it felt real to me; wet lips, warm bodies tangled, heavy sighs, and powerful, head-spinning orgasms. But in my quiet moments alone, a gnawing guilt remained.

When I met my first Alpha Roger at age 17 I was dating a sweet, petite brunette named Lori. Unlike my previous girlfriends, Lori was a virgin. Lori spent months trying to convince me to take her virginity, but I kept resisting. We would lie in the grass of my backyard on breezy summer nights, Lori’s hips gyrating her tight pussy on my finger as if she wanted me to insert my entire arm. I would always stop these heavy petting sessions, leaving Lori breathless and confused. It was a frustrating time for both of us.

Once Roger entered my life, though, my inner truth became crystal clear. I suddenly became Lori, desperately trying to get Roger to deflower me. I knew right then that I needed to break it off with Lori; I couldn’t concentrate on anything else but Roger anymore. The end came a few months later when I didn’t give Lori anything for Valentine’s Day. Rightfully upset, Lori tearfully begged for a reason why I didn’t love her the way she loved me.

“I … just don’t,” I replied. The response was cold and cruel in that special way only selfish teenaged boys can master. And that mercifully ended my last relationship with a female.

Not long after that, Roger slid his enormous, granite-hard cock into my throat. I remember the feeling of his solid, swollen cock-head on my tongue, the salty taste of his foreskin, the firmness of his hands in my hair, and the look of disgusted lust in his eyes as he looked down on me. That first taste of a Man’s cock erased everything I imagined about my life before and reshaped it into something new.

However, I still hadn’t accepted the complete truth about myself. Even then, as Roger was using me as a human tube sock, I still believed that I could be loved. I would construct elaborate fantasies about being Roger’s lover, perhaps getting married somehow and building a life together. Every time he would throat fuck me I would try to make it terrific for him in the hope that he might finally leave his girlfriend for me.

It never happened. I found myself in love with him, flying into jealous, tearful rages and begging for a love that would never come. Eventually, my love-fueled hysterics ended our friendship.

All of these tragic, emotionally-devastating situations occurred only because I couldn’t be honest. I couldn’t accept the truth about myself. I once truly believed that I could be a straight Man, husband, and father. Then I believed I could be a gay Man, a partner, an equal in a committed relationship.

But, as time has passed, I’ve slowly accepted the truth: I am a faggot. I was not born to honor a wife or help raise children. I was not born to be the partner to a Man, the one who makes him smile every morning. I was not born to be loved or cherished or appreciated the way a spouse yearns for their mate or a child might look at a parent.

Instead, I was born to serve. I was born to serve Men. My holes are theirs to use. The works of my hands are theirs to take. My mind is theirs to plunder. My body, mind, and heart exist only to glorify their Masculine superiority.

Men have instinctively known this truth about me my entire life. Ever since Roger first pushed me to my knees in order to receive service, Men have been using me to get what they want. Deep down, they know that I’m nothing but a faggot born to serve them.

I just needed to understand it about myself before I could actually be free.

Black Alphas just innately know how to use fåggots sexually, and I’ve never been able to figure out why (even though I’ve swallowed enough black DNA to change my account status on Ancestry.com).

They just have a natural aggression that controls us.

This is known as Alpha bonding.

Between Alphas, all behaviors are acceptable. These elite bros keep each other’s secrets and know their superior fraternity will always rule regardless of what they do.

Being Alpha means you have a VIP pass to life!

These are all excellent tips for taking more than just the tips. I would add just two additional tips:

1. Keep swallowing while you have the cock in your throat. This will reduce/eliminate your gag reflex.

2. ALWAYS SWALLOW CUM!

I love this clip from Master @thedanalpha. First of all, he’s just kicked-back and enjoying some aggressive but normal oral service (rather than throat raping his faggots as he usually does).

But the faggot gets overwhelmed, and stops. But Master uses a simple hand gesture to resume service.

That’s power!

Master Brandt (@BrandtsBoys) was a college Alpha who parlayed his experiences using faggots into a hugely successful porn franchise. It’s currently one of the most-trafficked porn sites in all of gay porn.

Master Brandt himself has taught multiple Alphas how to use faggots over the years, teaching them how to dominate and use them properly.

Master Jordan is one such Alpha protege of Master Brandt’s teaching. Over the years, Master Jordan has become quite enthusiastic about faggot worship and service.

This scene here is something more Alphas would do if the use of faggots was more widespread. Faggots would be the servants and cum/piss dumps for the Alphas enjoying a football game.

If Master Brandt has his way, that’ll be reality sooner than later!

The big-dicked Alpha has no problem getting caught by somebody while he has a faggot suck him off in a car. He barely even flinches or tries to hide his cock.

He’s proud of it!

And after getting caught, he gets his faggot’s mouth back on his cock to finish the job!

#AlphaLife!

You can hear it in Master @throatitbxxxy’s voice; The deep satisfaction of having an expert cocksucker serving his big dick. He can’t wait to cum down this fåggot’s throat!

We should always strive for that level of service!

I’m a free range faggot that primary sucks cocks. Often several cocks in a session. I love swallowing loads but I’m less enthusiastic about drinking piss. How important is this? Usually when a man wants to piss he holds my head tight and doesn’t move. I play dumb. like I don’t know what’s happening and try to suck his cock as best I can to take things in another direction. Is that okay? It feels a little dishonest. But it usually works.

Welcome brother! It’s rare to find proud free-range faggots out here on this farm!

Your move to avoid drinking piss is a clever one (as a prolific cocksucker myself, I’m a little disappointed in myself that I didn’t think of trying that!), and yes, it’s of course a little dishonest. However, if the Alpha falls for it, then I guess it wasn’t that important to begin with!

Since I didn’t have your slick moves, I ended up swallowing piss. In fact, I became pretty good at it! Piss doesn’t always taste/smell that great, but it’s sterile and relatively harmless. And once you get past the shock of it, the practice can be really hot. So maybe stop being so dishonest one or two times and try it, brother!

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There’s nothing better for an Alpha than finding a good, hungry, obedient faggot. The same is true of a faggot finding a powerful Alpha.

Alphas and faggots belong together like chocolate and peanut butter!

Declan and I are pretty much an open book on here but he likes to keep it discreet when out with friends. What happened yesterday shocked me.

We were out with 3 of our close friends and one guy who we never met that now lives here but originally from Alabama.

We were having a few beers, shots of tequila and enjoying each other’s company on a heated patio.  The conversation turned into fucking bottoms. Most were going around telling some of their recent stories.  All were going in details of how they would fuck a slut but the new guy John confessed being a total bottom and he kept looking at me while telling some stories.  I can tell that he had the hots for me and my boyfriend also noticed it.

It was now my turn and Declan interrupted me before I spoke and looked at John and said: “I’m assuming you think Zack is a top?”

John: “Yes and probably a dom top”

Declan laughed and said: “He has been my bottom for many years and would do anything to top but I don’t allow it. I made sure of that”

John: “What do you mean?”

Everyone now paid close 

attention to Declan’s every word. 

Declan: “Let’s just say I keep his cock secure and under lock and key”

The group started to laugh as I just got outed by my boyfriend and my face turned so red of embarrassment and humiliation. That’s when John stopped looking at me and was paying more attention to Declan.

This guy was so hot and my bf cock blocked me!!!  Not only did he steal John’s attention from me but now all my friends know that my cock is locked in chastity.

Later on I went for a smoke and the guy followed me: “Zack you are fucking hot but I can’t do anything with you since you don’t even have access to your own pathetic cock. Your boyfriend’s dominance over you in front of your friends got me so hard. Hope that’s ok to say.  I love how he owns your cock and controls you.

You mind if I sit by him when we go back to the table?”

Me: “Sure”

We continued socializing at the table, the conversation switched to work and living in the big city. I was no longer under the spot light which was nice.  

Later I went for another smoke (vape) and came back to find Declan and John missing from the table. I asked my friends if they knew where they were and one of my buddies said “Probably gone to the washroom together to take care of some business.” as he laughed.

15 minutes later, they walked back together and both had a huge smile on their face.  That’s when Declan said I needed to pay our bill and call an Uber as we should head out and go home.

At home I asked what happened and he said: 

“I was hard watching John admiring you and I decided to let him suck me before I fucked my load in his ass in the washroom stall. If you weren’t locked, I would have let you get a blow job from him but you are locked.   Thought I lend my bone to him and be nice to the new guy 😜”

Me: “I’m happy you got serviced by the Hotty!”

Declan: “I’m going to bed, come suck my cock for a bit until I fall asleep and you probably get to taste him”

So I sucked his cock for a few minutes while he was on his phone. I made sure it was nice and clean and he eventually fell asleep. 

I went back to the living room to have a beer and think about everything that happened tonight.

Shortly after, I received a text from a number I didn’t recognize: “Hey it’s John, thanks for letting me spend time with your boyfriend.  I hear you got to taste my ass a while ago.  See you on Tuesday!”

I found out today that on Tuesday he is coming over and they are going out to have dinner and see a movie. I will be told if I can join or not that day.

If anyone would like to chip in with their night out, then you can help out by going to Declan’s PayPal: https://www.paypal.me/JkToronto?locale.x=en_CA

As I am writing this I am straining in my cock that has been locked for 156 days.

I journal everyday on X/Twitter & Bluesky:

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