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In Ancient Greece and Rome, Alphas were truly celebrated for their superiority in the most extraordinary ways. Monuments were carved in marble and stone, epic stories and poems were written of their exploits, and stadiums would be filled just to get a glimpse of their greatest in action.
Grecian Alphas were tended to by faithful slave boys (the faggots of their time) even into old age. The slave boys would bathe them, feed them, and service them sexually.
The Romans were even more blatant. Roman gladiators were worshiped as gods in that culture. Before battle in the Coliseum, the gladiators would be sucked off by their faggots before the sun rose (if the fag failed, it would be killed and replaced). The Roman bathhouses were legendary palaces where Alphas could be worshiped and serviced by any kind of pleasure available.
All of that history flooded into my mind when I saw this little clip of an Alpha enjoying a bath while his faggot sucks his dick.
THIS IS THE LIFE EVERY ALPHA DESERVES!
Take the gay aspect out of it and look at it for what it is: the worship of a superior Man.
If you’re an Alpha, YOU deserve this!
Here’s a terrific look at the homosexual sexcapades of Roman gladiators!
Hello, thanks for offering this forum for us faggots to learn and grow.
I am a 53 year old faggot, I am a former top, not alpha, but typical attractive daddy bear. My young Alpha, 31 years old, Alpha Steve , that I have been serving for a year and a half, had me completely wrapped around his finger. I was trained that on Saturday and Sunday mornings when we were together, I was to always wake up before him, go make his favorite breakfast and put breakfast on the small table beside his bed. I would kiss him on cheek and tell him Good Morning Sir and kneel on the floor. Once he was ready to get up he would always stand and pick up the orange juice and drink some, not even focusing on me. He would clear his throat, and I was to open my mouth and receive. I would always say thank you Sir. He would finish his glass, put it down and pull out his dick. I was let him rest his cock head in my mouth, not to close and drink his piss. He would sometimes clear his throat and spit again. And of course I would say thank you Sir. He would eat his breakfast while I kneeled looking at floor. Once he was done he would tell me to clean up his mess. Yes Sir. I was never reminded of this this was simply a standard.
One weekend he had his best friend from college stay with us for his Birthday. They had went out that night drinking, came home late. I made sure I went ahead and serve breakfast at the normal time, knowing I could always remake if it got cold. As I came in the bedroom, I put the food on the table, gave him his kiss and said good morning Sir. I kneel probably an extra five minutes longer than normal and he finally woke up. He Took a sip of his orange juice, cleared his throat, spit in my mouth and finished drinking his juice. Open my mouth and the latest cock on my tongue, He warned me that his bladder was extra full, so be prepared. As he started pissing, he said something to me that caught me off guard. He said don’t forget today’s Randall‘s birthday, And since you didn’t buy him Anything, After you’re done drinking my piss, I want you to go in his room kiss him on the cheek and tell him happy birthday. I want you then to tell him you want to be his urinal And then you wanna suck his dick. I didn’t know what to say because all this was being said while he was pissing down my throat. Has he finished pissing down my throat he said go take care of Randall while I eat. Once you’re done, come clean up this mess. I simply said Yes Sir and left.
Part of me wanted to say no, But I felt like I needed to do what he said. I ended up drinking Randall’s piss as well, giving him a blow job and swallowing his cum. I told him Thank You Sir when I left.
My question is, did my Alpha have the right to ask me to do this, or was this unfair?
Thank you for the experience and the question, brother!
I see that you still have some resistance left over from your time as a Top! You had a reaction to being pushed deeper into submission that I find interesting. Does it say anything in particular … I’m not sure. I think it’s natural for males like you (and a past like yours) to have residual male pride.
But you’re now owned by an Alpha who has broken you down and clearly sees you for what you are. He also seems to have a plan for your development as a faggot. This is important. There is nothing better for any faggot than to be owned by an Alpha who knows what he’s doing and is capable of guiding the process of sculpting a faggot into a perfect servant. Far too many faggots rebel at this stage, mainly because they fail to appreciate the strong, guiding hand of a true Master.
I must commend you, brother. Even though you chafed at your Master’s orders, you still obeyed. And that’s really the key thing your Master was trying to train into you. You must understand that he’s improving you, refining you. GO WITH IT. When you see what he’s doing, your awe and worship of him will increase.
But to answer your question directly: yes, your Alpha and Master had every right to order you to tell you to do that. He owns you … and you are his property. But I think you’re learning that already.
I think a lot of these “bait and switch” porn clips are pretty stupid (and possibly illegal, if real). They feel fake/staged to me, and I cannot stand professional porn anymore in general.
But the Alpha in this long clip is pretty hot, so I’ll bend my standards a little. He’s also pretty stupid if he really thinks that a woman is kneeling behind that wall to suck his dick. Women barely suck the dicks of the Men they love, let alone a perfect stranger behind a wall who won’t be able to buy them a ring for the service.
A more experienced Alpha would know he doesn’t need to ask permission before doing something with the faggot servicing him, but this young buck still has some of that youthful unsteadiness. He’s afraid he’s going to upset or insult the faggot by using it the way it was always intended to be used.
An Alpha shouldn’t need to say anything to a faggot, just direct it and use it. A faggot shouldn’t need to be degraded to serve properly, because nature programmed it to be used.
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.
As I write this, today is day 208 locked in chastity.
“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.”
Check out our social sites as we post daily: X/Twitter: JKTORONTO11 (Zack – me) & Bluesky: JKTORONTO11 (Declan)
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!
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.
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”.
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.
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.
