I read the question and answer about cunting and it made me wonder about femdom implications.  I know a local female domme who also does double with a male domme.  Her clients are not faggots per se but more so beta males, or beta sissys.  How does cunting apply in a situation like this that starts with a femdom theme and beta males?

Thanks for the question!

Cunting is a physical/emotional experience when a sub male is fucked by a Man, and is not exclusive to faggots. So beta males can be cunted as well if they are properly broken and fucked.

The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

To be quite honest, I do think I started a revolution in the understanding of faggot ownership when I first started discussing the cunting of faggots. I remember the reaction when I first described it and all that was involved with being cunted; some experienced faggots gasped with excitement that they weren’t alone, while others expressed curiosity and even doubt. I stuck to my guns, because I knew I couldn’t be the only one who experienced the power of such a moment.

Slowly but surely I received many experiences of cuntings from faggots, as well as some from Alphas who cunted faggots. And what it’s all added up to is irrefutable proof of what I originally described as “an internal orgasm triggered by being fucked just right by a powerful Alpha cock.” If you want a more detailed explanation (including a movie I made!) you can CLICK HERE!

Now, cunting isn’t some automatic thing. Just having an Alpha’s dick in your pussy doesn’t mean you instantly get cunted. Sometimes it may take a while, even many months, which also points to an emotional component to this poorly-understood phenomenon. My first true cunting came from being pounded by an awesome Master who’d owned me for many months before it happened. That’s part of the unpredictable nature of being cunted. Cunting is like a summer storm burst; appearing suddenly, quickly drenching everything, and then evaporating before you even have time to open an umbrella.

I know my little brother Kevin was always interested in being cunted by his straight Alpha Master Kenzo, and I think he was a little surprised that it hadn’t happened after so many months of being fucked by his big Alpha cock. From what I know about Master Kenzo’s personality, I doubt if he cared whether or not Kevin ever experienced that “internal orgasm” given that Kevin was just a faggot cumdump and personal slave.

But yesterday I began receiving a bunch of excited messages from Kevin. He could barely contain his elation and astonishment. So I’m going to present you with Kevin’s entire text chat with me about a momentous event: Master Kenzo finally cunted him!

SAM

Oh my dear brother sam

IT HAPPENED

MY GOD ALPHA CUNTED ME

I AM A CUNTED FAGGOT!

When I came back to Kenzo’s second home (formerly my home, and where I live), He texted and ordered me to wait for Him in His room, naked and kneeling

Of course I did

When He entered, oh my God, He fucked me SO HARD!

He first fucked my throat, deeper than ever! I had to swallow at least three loads of His delicious seed!

Then He went to fuck my ass. He fucked me in so many positions! He started with His favorite one, with His foot stomping my face, then His foot beside my face so I could kiss and lick His toes

Later He fucked me face to face! I could admire Him and I was overwhelmed with happiness! I saw Him even more powerful, more magnificent and more terrifying than I remembered!

He leaned over me, He even gently kissed my forehead!

He was talking to me. “The slave finally returns at the feet of his God, right? You’re happy to see your beloved Master again, you desperately craved seeing Me again, eh? I’m the reason you live for.”

All that came from my mouth was “I love You my God, I love You so much, please I beg You, I’m your bitch” and so on

AND THEN

I felt a rush of warm euphoria! All my body was shaking! I let out a deep, happy groan!

I think I almost passed out

Next thing I remember, I was resting on my Master chest. He was gently stroking my hair and cuddling me

He was whispering “You’re such a good boy… You’re my best boy… I love you… My favorite slave…”

I was crying, but these were tears of happiness!

I realized what happened

You warned me about it!

So I weakly said “my God, You cunted me”

He simply answered “Yeah. I wanted to.”

I kissed His powerful pecs and said “my life is dedicated to YOU, my God and Master”

“I know. You’re Mine.”

Sam, I’m still shaking with emotions as I’m writing to you

I think this is one of the most urgent and immediate descriptions of cunting I’ve ever read. Certainly one of the most passionate. I’m sure Master Kenzo will read this account from his faggot with great pride, basking in the glory of his accomplishment!

But notice what Kevin the cunted faggot said after this description:

To live a faggot life is SO GREAT! I love to be a faggot, I love to serve and worship a MAN, a GOD!

I AM A CUNTED FAGGOT

KENZO IS MY MASTER, MY OWNER, MY GOD, MY EVERYTHING

I will do everything in my ability to make His life the best it can possibly be! IT’S MY MEANING!

Can you hear the transformation that has occurred within Kevin because of the power of being cunted? Can you appreciate the complete shift in mindset and focus from that primal and powerful moment?

Cunting a faggot is something like a gift an Alpha gives to his faggot because it releases the faggot from any inhibitions and allows the faggot to fully become what it was born to be. No more questions, no more doubts. Kevin, like every other cunted faggot, cannot ever go back or deny the truth now. Cunting is that line you’re glad to cross, because the whole world now seems to shimmer like a drug-induced fantasy land where everything finally makes sense.

A world where you’re suddenly proud to say: “I am a faggot! A cunted faggot!”

I’m proud to say that Kevin is now not just my faggot brother, but also my cunted faggot brother! I thank him endlessly for gifting me with his excited first words about this most astounding event! I’m hoping to hear from Master Kenzo to see if he’s going to write about it from his perspective.

But there you have it. Yet another account of a good faggot reaching a nirvana of purpose through the power of Alpha cock!

Just as Nature intended!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of an Asian God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

While rare, Alphas sometimes sexually conquer other Alphas. When it happens, it usually involves a God Alpha overpowering and breeding a brother Alpha lower in the hierarchical chain. God Alphas simply cannot stop themselves, because conquering and marking another Alpha is indicative of just how powerful they are.

Master Jase is a God Alpha – practically the definition of one – and his conquests are becoming legendary. But until now, Master Jase has been conquering and breeding faggots both aware and unaware.

But here’s a new wrinkle in Master Jase’s game:

I always enjoy showing a lesser alpha his place underneath a God alpha. Saturday night I was at a gay sex bar, and plowing a muscle pussy against the counter when another guy approached, took out his cock, tapped it against the head of the bodybuilder bitch I was fucking and looked at me questioningly.

No god alpha asks. We take. I never have to ask anyone to fuck and use their slut or fag. I would grab the head of the fag, spit on the pussy of one, and work my giant tool down its throat or split its pussy open on my cock. Without asking it’s previous owner’s permission. That’s my right to fuck open holes. So I already pegged this guy as inferior to me, despite his confident attitude and the experienced way he was holding the bitch’s head.

While we fucked the bitch together, he asks me if I was still up for fucking and plowing an eager cock sleeve of his own. As this bodybuilder bitch was only the third cunt of the night I was fucking, I asked him what made his toy worth it. He grinned and told me that it was his older jock brother, and I could breed him. That got me intrigued, so I told him we were going to tire out the current bitch first.

When the bitch tired out, he collapsed forward, freeing my cock from his sore gaped pussy. The ‘oh fuck’ when my giant cock came into view from the other guy made me smile, as did when I tore off the condom and fed the tired bitch my cock. The other guy just watched, unable to keep his eyes off the bitch eagerly cleaning and licking my cock, despite him clearly fucked out and eyes dilated. Told him to lead the way, and watched as his eyes finally stopped staring at my cock when I tucked it away. On the drive to his place, his confidence returned, he introduced himself as Daniel and began babbling about how he started using his older brother in high school after he found him fucking himself on a dildo. How he once respected his older jock brother for being masc and ‘an alpha’ until he turned out to be a dick-loving slut. How despite owning other fags and fucking girls, his jock brother was his favourite toy to use, especially now they were both in uni.

It was clear Daniel was an alpha. Able to reduce his older brother into a cock-serving faggot and owning other sluts who served him. But those small instances where he was captivated by my actions already told me he was an inferior. And I was interested in both dominating his jock fag, as well as making sure Daniel knew his proper place.

His older jock fag bro surprised me with how he greeted us. He was dressed in a tight corset, panties, fishnet, heels and make-up. Daniel said he borrowed one of his girls’ clothes and made his fag bro a sissy. It was not the first time I had used and dominated a sissy, but his muscles were exploding out. He was a fucking hot sight. He was confused when he saw me. I could see his doubt, as he started to ask Daniel. Way too familiar. Asian and short, why was I there. “Sir, who is this?” Daniel tried to answer, but I took control. I gripped the fag by his throat and forced his head to look at me, telling him, “I’m your God, and you’re now my pussy bitch. Got it?” I could feel how he weakened at that and just dropped to his knees. Too easy. I circled him, pinched and groped his muscles. Daniel was silent. He probably didn’t think I would control his fag bro so quickly.

I won’t bother to tell you the details, faggot Sam. You can fill in the gaps. You know how I fuck and how I cunt my bitches by now. I made the fag take our cocks out and lick. I laughed when he slobbered over my giant size way more than his own brother’s respectable cock. Daniel couldn’t even complain, at the sheer way I outsized him. I gripped his head and drove his cock onto both Daniel’s and my cock. Sputtering and gagging especially on mine. His make-up was running by the time I realised his head, and his face was completely smeared.

I made Daniel spread his fag bro’s cunt while I stretched it with my fingers with one hand, and fucked his throat with my other hand. Ordered Daniel to keep his cunt open as I stretched the fag’s ass over my cock. Daniel obviously used his brother well, with how easily he spread apart, but he definitely wasn’t ready for my girth or length. I didn’t care, I drove like a battering ram and jabbed at his second cunt. The fag gasped and cried. Arched his back. Shook and spasmed on my cock. Scratched at the floor he was on all fours on and panted. He was being cunted. I told Daniel to gag his bro on his cock as I worked my cock back and forth. His second cunt wasn’t going to deny me. I fucked through it, pumping right into his guts, and the way the fag completely arched his back but went still, I knew I was plugging him deeper than he ever felt, and he was loving it.

We spitroasted his fag bro for over two hours. Daniel said he had never felt his fag clench and suck his cock so hard, nor did his fag bro look so bitched out. He was going feral on his fag bro’s head, slapping away, gripping and ramming his cock in, and the fag only moaned harder, especially at how powerful I was railing him. I wish I counted how many times the fag had assgasmed, I could tell from how he would periodically spasm all over my cock. I knew Daniel was close. I told him to cum, and he did, roaring, no doubt flooding his fag’s mouth. I didn’t stop, I kept pounding my cock, watching as the fag bro’s hole tried to clench but couldn’t fight against my powerful cock hammering him.

I took over. I told Daniel to watch as I would completely fag out his brother. I pinned his fag bro down, put my foot on his back, pulled his arms back, and made him look at Daniel as I pummel-punched his cunt. Threw him down, mating pressed him, stared at his cock-drunk face as I bent his muscled jock body so hard his outfit started to rip. Carry-fucked him and held him over Daniel, who at this point was kneeling, and rammed him so hard his whole body shook.

I watched Daniel the whole time. I knew he could not take his eyes on just how overwhelmingly strong I dominated and manhandled his jock fag bro. Especially since he must had outsized me twice as much in muscle. He started to jack off. I barked at him, told him that he was not allowed to touch his dick. He obeyed instantly, and just kept staring at me. I couldn’t but grin and laugh.

It was going well into four hours of me solo fucking the fag. By this point I had lost point of how many times the fag had assgasmed. I had bred the fag twice and still going strong. I didn’t go soft, ever. His cunt was busted, I could feel the difference in his squishier ass ring. He had one last ass gasm and completely gave out in my arms as I carry fucked him. Rag-dolled on my cock and in my strong arms. I felt so fucking pumped and godlike.

The fun part came. I pulled the fag off my cock and threw him next to Daniel, making sure his wrecked cunt was exposed to Daniel. And Daniel could only watch as his older fag bro trembled in his unconscious state, his gaped cunt pouring out my two frothy loads. I stood over Daniel and flexed my cock over his face, letting the remnants of my pre and cum drip onto his face. I also flexed my arms over him, letting him see my powerful muscles. I told Daniel, that even if he was his bro’s Sir, that he knew deep down he was my inferior. That I took over his fag like it was mine to begin with. Told him if he agreed, to lick my cock. Which in all regards, was an order. Daniel did, hands shaking. Licked my cock, looked in my eyes as if for approval.

It was a training session for Daniel, one I intend to keep training him in. I kept his head pinned to the wall and slowly pressed more of my cock into his mouth. How his lips snapped around my thick cock head corona the first time, and he moaned as I pet his head in approval. I began to skull-fuck him, making his moan and drool as I forced my cock in and out. Started to get deeper and deeper into his mouth and throat as his throat opened up for my massive cock. His face was getting nicely bitched out, especially as spit and pre started splashing onto him. As he worked my cock, I told him that in the future, if I wanted him or his brother, his mouth would warm my cock up. That he would lube my cock with his mouth in front of his fag bro, before I let him fuck his own bitch. How I would do the same for any fag or girl be brought home and I wanted his holes. I gave him one heavy thrust that made him take half my cock before it got stuck going down his throat. He gagged, moaned, and came hands free, his cock shooting cum over the floor in front of him. Hah.

I grinned, but still pulled out and said we needed to work on him serving his own alpha better. How I would be training his throat and eventually his own ass. Daniel could only stare back at me, his stretched mouth puffed and layered in throat slime and my pre. “Kneel” I told him. He shakily did, and I jerked off my giant cock, pointing it at him and his passed out fag bro. I blasted a massive load over both of them, drenching their faces and bodies in my seed. Daniel only moaned and opened his mouth harder, his eyes crossing.

I pressed my cock against his lips and made him suck the tip clean. “You’re now marked as mine,” I growled. “Phone,” I then ordered. He handed it over. I got his number, saved it as “Bro alpha bitch”, and walked out for an uber pick up using his phone. Didn’t even look back at the fucked out pair. I had other fags that night to use, plenty of other muscled holes to cunt open.

Always thrilling. You will never know just how much excitement it is to be at the top like this, faggot Sam.

Master Jase is right, of course. I’ll never, ever know what it feels like to have this level of power over humanity the way a God Alpha like him experiences every day. Hell, I will never know the power of the Alpha he conquered last weekend!

I’m merely a faggot. I serve Kings like Master Jase. I surrender my body, my heart, my will to their power.

And God Alphas like Master Jase take that and build Kingdoms out of it. The Kingdoms glorify them forever.

I add my voice to the chorus of praise! Thank you, Master Jase, for your awe-inspiring power and your rulership!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

In the previous post, we learned of Master Jace’s brutal cunting of his latest faggot, a closeted fag who is technically still married to a woman. However, the faggot was still unable to handle the entire length and girth of Master Jace’s mammoth cock, so he refused to breed it.

In other words, in Master Jace’s eyes the faggot was still not fully cunted.

This weekend Master Jase decided that he’d given the faggot enough time to readjust its life and hole to accept its new purpose, so he was ready to cunt and fully breed it. Master Jase picks up the story from last time:

The cunting lasted well into Sunday, over many hours and sessions, but I can say that I have officially cunted and bred the fag. Saturday morning after feeding him a giant load both down his throat and over his face, I send my in house slut to pick up the fag, who I told to be available the whole weekend, no excuses. “Yes sir”. I hand one of my used musky jocks to my in house slut, instructing him that the fag should enter our place choking on it.

He does, and he enters almost stumbling as he catches sight of me, his legs instantly going weak and his expression already high on the scent of my musk, pre, piss and dried cum soaked into my jock. I point in front of me, and he kneels, a giant muscled dilf fag staring up as I begin wiping and slapping my monster cock over his face. “Been thinking of my cock all night?” Muffled yes. “Even when you got home to your wife?” Another muffled moan. “And you dreamed about my body and cock, didn’t you?” More moans. “Which one, choking on my cock or your pussy stretched over it?” Another long moan. I slap his face with my cock, asking again, “Which one?” The fag moans louder and tries to spread his legs. It was clear, his cunt was hungry.

I whipped the jock out of his mouth and before he could catch a breath I buried my drooling cock right down his throat, making him instantly gag and heave, his lips stretched tight. I tell my in house slut to grab a dildo and to fuck just the tip against the fags hole at the same pace as I skull fuck him. I made his mouth squelch, his face smeared in endless layers of pre, throat slime, and his own tears and snot as I bully fucked his mouth for a good half hour, with my in house slut expectedly stretching out the fags cunt with the dildo.

Pulling out my cock at last, I lay it on the fags face, telling him, “You’ve taken fingers, you’ve taken the dildo, now you’re taking my whole cock today. Understood?” “Yes, sir.” His face was scrambled already from the skullfuck, but the apprehensive look in his eyes proved he wanted it. I made him face away and expose his hole, and that beautiful gaped and still swollen cunt was winking at me. How could I resist. I picked him up, held him above me, and slowly let the fag slide his massive weight down on my cock. How his body tensed as my thick cock bored through him. The stretching did little to prepare him for how my dick reshaped and pushed apart his ass tunnel with ease. I was claiming his insides. And I wanted it all. I pushed against his inner ring. The fag cries. I wrap one arm around his abs, grab the jock and gag him again. I don’t see his face but I can see his head already rolling back again and his back muscles tensing, his legs starting to flail and toes shaking.

I let gravity do the remaining work. Releasing my grip on his body, the only thing stopping him from being deeply cunted, his body fell. Pierced right through that second drum. The fags body went crazy. Spasming in my arms. His head swaying side to side, his feet twisting. His heaving audible even through the gag. For me, his cunt was so tight. A tight ring around my base, another tight ring around my shaft, and the clench of his inside tunnels just vibrating all along my cock.

I do not remember all I said. It was a long weekend of cunting him. I specially prepared and told my in house slut, making sure to reward him for his service of taking care of the fag. But I remember at this point, completely seated inside the trembling muscled dilf fag, telling him, “You like it all the way?” A weak, barely audible moan. “You want to be used like a real fag now?” A better moan. He tried to turn to look at me but I crushed his back against my front. I wanted his full attention to be in the sensation of my cock completely remolding his insides. I slowly begin fucking him, and each thrust he makes a soundless scream as I bury back balls deep inside him.

I begin to fuck him stupid. Picked up the pace, ramming it back in as he loosened, til he began to ragdoll in my arms from how intense the fucking began to get. He was starting to go completely limp in my arms, so I told him I was going to reward him, and shot a giant load in him. Oh he did feel it, with how a low whine came out, but when I pulled out and my cum poured out his used hole and I turned his body to face mine, he was already unconscious, clearly fucked out, yet his body still instinctively reacted, his shaking legs spreading further feeling my cum escape his pussy.

That began the weekend of cunting. I let my in house slut give him aftercare. Taking him to a bedroom where he laid bent out of shape and my cum still drooling out his open and swollen cunt lips. By the end of the weekend, I was going to turn them into a puffed wreck framing a gaped red cunt. While the fag rested under my house sluts care, I worked out, drilling a guy after the gym in his ute before heading home. The fag was still in bed, but now awake…and was fingering his own cunt, moaning. I jumped on him, pulled back his arms, put one foot on his back and mounted him, sliding my cock back in him. Told him how he was just a cunted fag now, who craved my cock. Made him shake and cry as I savagedly pounded him again. Kept him in the same stretched and pinned position as he began shaking and his head bounced back, where I could see his eyes rolling nonstop. Buried my cock in him and blasted another huge load and let him drop back down to the bed. Naked, covered in fluids and a completely mess, while I was still pumped, sweaty, with my cock out my workout shorts.

This carried in the whole weekend. I would fuck and breed him in multiple positions all over the house, while my house slut cared and prepped him. I would do my own thing, training, gaming, gyming, before finding the fag to break him down into an oblivious mess. His wife messages him, wishing him fun on his ‘work colleague trip’. I certainly took my new Dilf fag for many many long hard rides.

I promised I would give him the most puffed of cunt lips, and I did. His legs couldn’t close at all by Sunday, he was barely able to limp. In house slut had cleaned him multiple times, but the fags cunt was still constantly leaking my cum. Everytime he even saw me, he would moan, buckle, and start panting. His eyes were completely gone, dilated, unfocused from the hours of non-stop merciless pounding I gave him. But as a reward, this last fuck, I slowly sank into him, wrapped my arms, and just rutted slow but forceful, letting him feel every inch of my cock pulling against his cunt. After giving him one last cunt soaking load, I got in house slut to drive him home plugged with my last load inside him. How he tells his wife about his “work weekend trip” will be interesting, but he now physically and mentally was well and truly cunted. I left a message saying he could rest Monday and Tuesday, but Wednesday, I expected his pussy to be ready for me again.

WHEW!

Experiencing Master Jace’s recaps of his conquests is almost a form of cunting in itself! I feel gaped and exhausted, but also exhilarated and alive and grateful to be a faggot!

After expressing my utter shock over this long-game, multi-day cunting he administered, I told him how shocked I was by the length, breadth, and depth of this cunting experience. After asking me if I had ever been cunted like that – which made me laugh, because I don’t know if I’d be coherent if every cunting I experienced too 2-3 weeks – Master Jase had more to say about his technique and his needs:

I love cunting fresh fags, Sam. Every once in awhile, I land a fag like this dilf fag who I know I will be keeping. And it’s worth the time and effort to cunt him over and over until his body, mind, and soul understands his place and purpose. Because for me, it’s almost like the thrill of a hunt to take my time preparing the fag for the finale.

It’s instinctual to me. It’s how I hunt my fags and sluts. It’s how I train them to take my merciless aggression and my giant cock without permanently ruining them. It’s how I transformed my current in house slut. Weeks even of university rooming slowly transforming him into a trained cock sleeve. Other alphas may cunt their fags in a day. Or less. But I like to take my time. Enjoy the thrill of the process. Revel in the final moments before the fag submits to the cunting in its entirety, their body and mind turned.

I mentioned to Master Jase that my cuntings happened without the knowledge or planning of me or any of my Masters. My Masters and Alphas who cunted me all thought they were hurting me and freaked out a bit; meanwhile, I was freaking out over the loss of control. None of us back then knew what it was, which is why I coined the term “cunting” to describe it, and I believe my work is the foremost authority on cunting anywhere on the internet.

Master Jase continued:

Hah, I always know what would hurt a fag or not. Breaking it’s cunt open will never hurt you or any fag. Your crying, your shaking, your involuntary movements, are all pleasure signs that you’ve experienced the peak of being fagged out. I do not know nor presume to know if you pioneered and coined the term cunting. But I do know that since I started to fuck and own my sluts in high school, that was how I broke them in. Not nearly with enough patience and marathon stamina as now, but I just knew that mounting them on my cock and their reactions meant that I had turned them into my willing cumdumps.

Fags are not as weak as straight alphas think they are. It takes a certain will to submit and release their control to an alpha. Myself, I demand my fags all keep themselves in the best of shapes to withstand my punishing rounds of breeding. The new Dilf fag is no exception. Point being, fags who are made to be used by alphas, will have the will and body to withstand some use from an alpha.

Master Jase is a rare Alpha, one that doesn’t fit easily into Protector or Destroyer labels. He’s probably both simultaneously. He’s like a sudden and violent storm that rises up and obliterates a town, but after it passes the sun is shining and the air is clean and fresh.

All I know is that Master Jase will mount a faggot with the expressed desire and intent to destroy it, but in the end he’s holding the limp, devastated body of a cunted faggot that has been transformed and set free. He’s not for the faint-hearted or half-hearted. Once he rams his huge dick all the way in a faggot, there’s simply no way it’s ever coming back.

And that, to me, is the whole point.

Thank you, Master Jase!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

A couple of days ago Master Jase shared a pretty astonishing developing story of his claiming of a new faggot at his gym. You can read that first part RIGHT HERE.

At the end of that, Master Jase hinted that he wasn’t done developing this married muscle fag. Indeed, right after I published my first account, he sent me this message:

Ordered the new dad fag to wait in the carpark of the gym after work, received an instant “Yes sir” as a reply. The fag must have been agonizingly waiting for my message, and I know he usually goes home to his family but today, he’s aching and ready for his sore pussy to be put in multiple positions by my giant cock.

So I knew the next day (yesterday) was going to be insane. Witness the insanity:

The cunting continued today. As ordered, the fag was in the carpark, waiting. He was flushed and already panting when he saw me. Made the muscled fag get on his knees, asked if he had been a hungry little slut. “Yes sir.” Daydreaming about my cock choking and stretching you out? “Yes sir”, the fag got more breathless. Pushed his face into my crotch and told him to sniff. The fag groaned and moaned.

Tossed him into my car and drove home. I ignored his breathless moans in the back. Once home, I made him pull out my cock while I pulled off my shirt. I stood like that over him, my thick cock sitting heavy on his face, and I knew he could see my powerful body ready to train him more. First his throat. Made him take more down his spasming throat than he did prior. Spit and pre covered his face. Told him to strip, and then lie back on the sofa. He trembled as he did, and his legs automatically spread as I approached. I fingered his still red and clenching hole, stretching it, told the fag to at all times keep his eyes on either my face or my body. I pushed my cock in, steady and powerful, watching his face as instinctively moaned and groaned from his stretched ass ring trying to accommodate my girth. Paused and told the fag again to look at me. He did, with his face still smeared in spit and pre, his eyes already dilating. I pressed firmer and as I broke through his second cunt again, he began shaking and crying as his eyes rolled back again. His ass ring clenching weakly and uncontrollable and the rest of his ass squeezing me as the fag lost himself again to the cunting.

When he calmed down, I leaned over him so even his dazed eyes could see me. Told the fag that this was what he was made for, and began to fuck him in slow, powerful strokes, and watched as he started to cry again with his eyes going white. His body trembling and back arching, his legs spasming and stretching even further out when I pushed an extra inch in that he couldn’t take the day before. I love watching the involuntary actions of a fag when he gets cunted deeper beyond his belief. He was already incoherent, and an hour more of just the steady slow pace, the fag was barely conscious and weakly whimpering. Muscled slow-fucked into a pile of cock drunk flesh. Another fine cunting training session.

Got my in-house slut to take care of the fag before he got to work on my cock, and having had to keep control of myself with the new fag, I went full primal rage in wrecking his muscled cunt with a brutal and hard rutting. Even after I unleashed a monster load in his ruined cunt, the new fag hadn’t yet moved. Told my in-house slut that once he recovered, to wait for the fag to come to and drive him back to his car at the gym parking lot.

I’ve never had an Alpha cunt me in stages, so I can’t really imagine the delirium this new faggot is going through. The fag probably feels like it’s wandering lost in a haunted house, terrified of what’s around the next corner. Every encounter Master Jase pushes it deeper into a subspace that can overwhelm anyone. I have no idea how this faggot is returning to its family, its aching pussy empty and yearning for Master Jase’s cock to fill it again.

It’s pretty clear that Master Jase is going to push it even farther in the next day or two. Master has refused to actually breed the faggot (thereby making this cunting “official”) until he is able to fit his entire cock into it and fuck it properly.

I’m not sure who’s more excited about this prospect, the faggot or Master Jase … or ME!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Have you ever watched films about lions? Ever notice how lions watch their prey carefully, stalk it, and then pounce, clamping their powerful jaws around its throat until it’s dead? In any of that, did it ever seem like the lion was thinking about anything other than satisfying its own hunger?

Of course not! The lion is an Apex Predator, and everything else serves its needs!

Like a lion, Master Jase is at the top of Hierarchy, a God Alpha. And like a lion, his urge to satisfy his need for domination and breeding come before the needs of inferiors beneath him. However, in the process of him using these inferiors for satisfaction, Master Jase occasionally transforms inferiors into their true form: a faggot. By splitting them open and deeply breeding them with his giant cock, he effectively forces them to accept their truth.

Like a lion feasting on a kill, what Master Jase does is an integral part of the Hierarchical circle of life.

Master Jase shared a pretty dramatic experience that occurred over the last few days involving a 40-year-old virgin faggot at his gym. It illustrates that primal function God Alphas play in the greater scheme of things.

Made a fag out of a 40-ish old father this last week. I will detail more later, but in summary. Broke him in on Sunday after the fag couldn’t resist my presence in the gym sauna after I had aggressively mounted another slut in the showers. Had him use his mouth over as much of my cock as he could, which was barely half my giant dick. Told him to clean his ass out and to meet me back at the gym on Monday at the same time in the morning.

Monday, I made him watch as I rutted inside a bodybuilder slut in a private room, then the new fag tried to take my cock in where it belongs. He could only take my cock head and a little bit more. Taking virgin holes like this is a thrill, especially when my cock looks like a bottle trying to fit itself in a fresh fags barely touched hole.

Tuesday he was able to take around four to five inches. He laid like a good boy after I told him to bend over a bench. How his body tried to take more, the fag begged at how he could always feel the slow stretch, how that bit of his pussy that I had loosens through was aching in soreness and need.

Today I cunted him. Back in the sauna. I sat and spread my legs, he knelt and sucked and licked. Told him to display for me, he bends and shows me his clean hole, still red from two days of training. Note that he is at least a head taller than me and more muscled. Didn’t stop me from picking him up by his waist, and positioning his hole over my raging monster cock. Inch by monstrously thick inch I sat him down on my cock. How he breathed hard, let out a few groans and even small yells. I told him that he could scream and whine, but I was unstoppable, and he was to remain in place. Half my cock was in, I turned him so he faced me. His arms were trembling, his back was arching and his mouth was already open and drooling.

I felt my tip pressing against his second hole. Too easy. I pushed him down, and felt his second cunt snap around my cock head. The reaction was instant. You have been cunted, fag Sam. You know what it’s like. The fag threw back his head, his eyes rolled back completely, his nostrils dilated and his tongue lolling out his drooling mouth. His hands were clawing weakly at my muscles. His legs were spasming and his toes curling nonstop. His whole body was flexing and twitching on my cock and in my arms. And I still had over a hand of cock left outside his taut stretched cunt lips. I rode his body back up and down, and each time I pushed passed his second cunt, the fags head would swing side to side, and his whole body would jerk. I love cunting fags like this. Slow and deliberate, so the fag can feel every thick veiny inch reshaping his cunt to the shape and size of my cock. How his thighs spread even further automatically, trying to expose his now important sex organ, his pussy.

I cunted the fag today for a solid half hour before I picked him off my cock and let him slide to the floor like a ragdoll. Until he takes my cock to the balls, my new fag doesn’t get rewarded with my seed.

He has plenty to learn. After all, I am a physical breeder, and the new fag has neither taken a real power fuck, nor a full breeding. Unlike my house slut that I just fucked into unconsciousness after I woke up at 4 am with a raging erection. Alpha needs hit at any time.

Indeed, I have been cunted multiple times before, and this is a pretty accurate depiction of it (from the Alpha perspective). I really connected with Master Jase’s detail about the new faggot involuntarily spreading its legs open to take more of his cock while being cunted. I experience this too, and I liken it to a deep relaxation that loosens the entire body. It’s mostly because the faggot brain is shut down during cunting, and they’re losing consciousness.

But like a lion, Master Jase could sense the faggot hiding behind the veil of normalcy. So he pounced, and then systematically devoured the faggot’s will and resistance over the course of a couple of days until the faggot was set free through cunting. Now there is no façade left, only a cunted faggot that will forever yearn for Master’s cock to fill The Void inside it!

Earlier I mentioned that Hierarchical circle of life, and I meant it. What Master Jase did with this faggot – indeed, what ALL Alphas do when they cunt their faggots – is part of a natural process that frees faggots to accept their place and purpose. If this didn’t happen, then there would be many more males wandering the earth in a confused, unfulfilled daze, unsure of their purpose.

Alphas forcefully taking, cunting, and owning faggots maintains the larger hierarchical balance … and it keeps the greater Alpha Pack well fed and satisfied!

Anyone who reads my stuff or listens to my podcast or follows any of my other social media knows that I have something of a controversial perspective on rape and forced sex.

There’s no doubt my opinions on the subject are heavily colored by my own rape at the age of 19/20 years old. Honestly, I feel my rape helped me to clarify a truer and deeper understanding of the hierarchical forces fueling rape. I better appreciate the way such experiences sculpt hierarchical dominance, as well as force acceptance of purpose into faggots and other inferiors.

I’m not justifying rape, mind you. I’m simply saying that it explains hierarchical mechanics in a raw, unfiltered way.

For every person who criticizes what I say about rape and forced sex, there are countless others like Mark who discover the truth of what I teach here and tell me their stories.

Listen to Mark’s eloquent words:

Dear Brother Sam,
As a devoted reader of your writings and a man who identifies with the submissive role you so eloquently describe, I feel compelled to share my personal journey of transformation and the profound impact it has had on my life. Your work has inspired me to reflect on my experiences with clarity and gratitude, and I hope my story honors the hierarchy you illuminate.

In my younger years, I was still exploring my identity and desires, uncertain of my place in the world. I sought out the company of older, dominant men, yearning to serve them in intimate ways. My focus was never on my own pleasure but on the fulfillment I found in submitting to their desires. I would often reflect on these encounters later, savoring the memories in private moments. During this time, I lived a double life—outwardly dominant in my professional and married life, yet inwardly craving the release of surrendering control. I pursued these encounters without protection, fully aware of the risks, driven by an urge to submit that I could not ignore.

Everything changed through an experience orchestrated by a trusted dominant friend, a real estate salesman who had guided me in similar encounters before. Without my prior knowledge or consent, he arranged for me to meet another man, a real estate broker, at a property listed for sale. Such arrangements were not unfamiliar, as my friend and I had shared intimate moments in empty homes before. I arrived at the back door of the house as instructed, and the broker welcomed me inside, leading me to an upstairs bedroom where a bed remained.

As we entered the room, the broker’s demeanor shifted. He seized me with intensity, kissing me with a commanding force that left me breathless. I offered no resistance, my body responding instinctively to his dominance. He began to undress me with urgency, tearing my clothing in a way that left it unusable. Overwhelmed, I surrendered completely, unable to resist his authority.
He was a tall, slender man, and though I was accustomed to larger partners, his approach was unlike anything I had experienced. He entered me with a fierce determination, each movement accompanied by a powerful declaration of his intent. For a fleeting moment, I felt a pang of resistance, but it quickly dissolved into overwhelming pleasure. I was consumed by the experience, my body and mind yielding entirely to him. Tears welled up as waves of ecstasy and surrender washed over me—it felt natural, profound, and deeply fulfilling.

Afterward, to my surprise, he held me gently, offering words that resonated deeply: “It’s alright, you’ve been claimed as you needed to be. Now you know your place.” His tenderness contrasted with his earlier intensity, leaving me both comforted and transformed. He left abruptly, and I never saw him again, yet his words and actions marked a turning point in my life.

In the aftermath, I noticed a profound shift within myself. My desires realigned entirely, and I no longer found fulfillment in the intimate moments I once shared with women, including my wife. My thoughts and dreams became consumed with serving men, embracing my true nature. This experience—what I now understand as a moment of profound submission—freed me to live authentically, to embrace my identity as a submissive man with pride and clarity.

I am forever grateful for this transformation, which allowed me to understand and accept my deepest desires. Brother Sam, your writings have given me the language and courage to celebrate this journey and to honor the hierarchy that guides us. Thank you for your wisdom and for creating a space where men like me can feel whole and understood.

With utmost respect and gratitude,
brother mark,

Isn’t this experience amazing?? This Alpha literally forced Mark to take his cock and his load, cunting him in the process and reducing him to tears, and then actually vocalizes his intent by saying, “now you’ve been claimed as you needed to be. Now you know your place”!!

You see, ALPHAS UNDERSTAND THIS INSTINCTIVELY. They know that subs and faggots need to be broken, by force if necessary. They need to impose their will in order to help the sub or faggot embrace their deeper hierarchical needs.

That’s what happened to Mark, and that’s why Mark broke down and cried after it happened. He wasn’t crying from being traumatized … he was crying because of the exhilaration of being set free!

We faggots should thank Alphas who take us this way, who force us to take their ruts and their nuts in aggressive, dominant ways. We should be grateful when they cunt us through violation.

It might be terrifying in the moment, but in the end we are overjoyed with a richer understanding of our place in hierarchy. It’s like someone born colorblind trying out Enchroma glasses for the first time and breaking down in tears at the wonder of true vision!

The Alphas who cunt you through rape and force are the hierarchical version of those Enchroma glasses. They force you to see yourself through hierarchical lenses, and the world will never look the same!

Thank you, Mark!

The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Ethan’s last update detailed his first day of sexual service to his new Owner, a black God Alpha named King Karter. That first day found him doing a lot of domestic service, capped by a lengthy, brutal throat fuck and copious feeding of his new Master’s load.

And King Karter set a timetable of a week to allow Ethan (now named #5, the fifth in-house faggot owned by him) to prepare himself to be fucked. Even as someone who has been fucked many times by huge black Alphas, this promise by King Karter sounded ominous.

All week I fielded questions from a slightly-panicked Ethan, and I tried my best to keep Ethan emotionally on-track and focused on going through with this ceremonial breeding. I feel every faggot needs to be bred by Alpha cock at least once in their life in order to actually know what it’s like to surrender that most personal gift to a superior Man. Ethan wouldn’t be complete until King Karter definitively cemented his claim on his latest faggot.

But this wasn’t to be just a fuck. King Karter set out to cunt Ethan in the most dramatic way imaginable!

Prepare yourself!

I am sorry I didn’t email you last night! I meant to email you as soon as I got back to my dorm, but I felt so tired and sore, I needed to just crash! It started yesterday morning (Saturday), I went to #3’s apartment. He said he would help me prep. # 3 helped me clean shave my faggot hole, and helped me trim everything else, and clean me out and had me fuck myself with a few medium and larger dildos, to get me ready before I came to our King’s place. Then I took some time to clean out a bit more of my pussy when I got there. He also gave me some good advice, similar to yours, “Just let him take control, and submit to him, let him do what ever he wants to your body and, just submit and be the faggot you were born to be.” I thanked him for everything he has done to help me and for introducing me to King Karter.  

I got to King Karter’s place around 11 am.  After I got changed into my cage, I went to the bathroom and cleaned out one more time. I was so nervous at this point. I took my place kneeling at his chair. He was watching TV, a movie, I think. He instructed me to do a few chores, but I had to put a large plug into myself while working. He had me do it in front of him. Fucking myself a little with it, and lick it clean and sliding it back in. After cleaning and folding some of his laundry that was left by #1 from the previous day, as well as watering the plants. I was on my knees in front of him again.

He told me that after today, I will belong to him, my body and soul. That no mater where I go, who fucked my pussy, and or if he lets me go or sells me off, he will always own me. That when I comeback from the summer break I will be whored out, like the others. That he is free to sell my pussy to any alpha that wants it. I no longer have any sex rights. Whatever sex I will ever have will be at his choice and for his benefit, and that is all.

Even though I knew all this from day one and going into becoming a faggot to an Alpha like King Karter. It almost felt more real, like there was no turning back.

I kept my eyes to the floor and said, “Yes, sir, I understand.” He pullled out his already hard cock, and I helped pull his shorts down. He had me sniff his balls and pubes for a long while. All the while he was saying degrading things like “This is the smell of a real man. A faggot like me always gets high on n*ger ball sweat.” He was right, of course. It was like a High. Higher than any drug. The more I smelled and breathed in, the more I needed him, the more submissive I got. The more I needed more of it.

He had me lick his balls and his pubes. Giving him a good tongue bath. At this point, he had the bottle under my nose periodically. Taking a few hits, then hitting his pubes and licking his balls. Then a few more hits of poppers, smelling his balls, and licking and cleaning his pubic hair. As before, he liked me to look up at him. Making eye contact, and he was talking down at me. Making sure I knew my place as his pubic hair and ball cleaner. He would slap and hit the back of my head a few times, but not very hard.

Then he had me look up at him, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue. And he hit the head of his massive dick on my tongue and slid it into my mouth. I sucked on the head for a few moments then he started fucking my mouth just like the previous time, makeing me breath around his dick. Making me choke and gag on it, this time, I could tell he was a bit rougher. Hitting my head harder and putting his hands on my throat. Asking ” Do you want this N*ger Dick?” “You want me to rape you with his fat fucking Dick don’t you FAGGOT?!” and then came another slap on the face or on the back of my head. Even though he was not starting slowly like last time. I was enjoying it. I think I enjoy the rough stuff and the degradation. I can see why you, Sam, have aways said Faggots thrive on this and crave it unlike females. We faggots are born to take the aggressive alpha male instinct and for them to use us as an outlet of their sexual aggression.

I prceeed to let him throat fuck me much like the previous week. He took me to his bedroom. He had me lie on the bed with my head hanging upside down. He throat fucked me more, this time I was gagging and choking, saliva all over my face. He called me a dirty faggot, a throat pussy, and also then started punching me in my chest, abs and balls. When he would punch my in my chest and abs, it would take the breath out of me, he would often do it as he shoved his thick dick back down my throat as deep as he could go. He then pulled out and looked at me for a moment, and got his phone and took a few pics of my face upside down, sliva all over it, and a few with his thick black dick on the side of my face looking up at the phone. I wanted to object, thinking he might post them, but I remembered #3’s and your words about just submitting. I lied there, as he took a few pictures and told me I looked like such a good cock sucking faggot, he wanted to make sure we both rembered this day. Then he took his dick and put it back in my mouth about half way I could tell he was taking a few more pictures but at this point I didn’t care much. I just sucked him in more until his balls were back on my noise and feeling his head so deep down in my gulet.

He pulled me legs up and started pulling in and out my plug, while I still was lying there getting fucked down my throat.  He told me to sit up. I sat up and looked at him. he had me clean my face and lick up all the saliva. He then had my legs in the air. While he pulled the plug in and out of my pussy. Then he would stick it in my mouth to suck on it, make sure it was all clean and then put it back into my hole, he did this about 5 or so times.

He had me take 2 bottles of poppers and hit both nostrils a 4 times and lie on my back my legs up and he lubed my pussy and his thick dick up. I put the poppers down, but he told me to keep them close. Then said, “Here we go Faggot!” and then put his dick head against my pussy hole. At first, it was not bad at all. He slid the head in fairly easily. Then it started to be harder after the first few inches. Then it started hurting. I moaned and groaned, he just said. “Take it faggot, Take that N*iger cock.” and just kept pushing into me. I did not mean to, but I think I was fighting it a bit, and he slapped me hard on my face and even punched me in the eye. I think that snapped me out of it into fighting back, and then he pushed harder. He told me to breathe hard. Breath in while he slid out. And give hard breaths out while he is pushing in my pussy.  I tried very hard to do as he was instructing, and it did get a bit better, but I still didn’t know how I can take it all, I felt like it was splitting me open, like I was as wide as I can be but he kept pushing, and it kept getting deeper and wider. I looked up at him my eyes watering and he smiled and asked me if I liked being a pussy. Even though I was in pain and didn’t know if I could finish the only words that came out of me were “Yes, Yes I love being a pussy.” and I begged him to fuck me harder.  I could hardly believe I said it, it was almost not even me that said it, it was almost subconscious since almost every fiber of my being was screaming get it out of me. It felt like my mind and body were at war. When he was so deep inside of me, it felt as if he hit a wall inside of me, then he kept fucking harder and harder, and then I felt this big POP inside my guts. I felt my eyes roll in the back of my head, and it almost felt as if I was outside my body, then with a few more slaps and pounding, I was back in but almost an out-of-body experience, like I could feel what was happening but almost like it was also to someone else. It is very hard to explain but I think you have described it like that when a fag is cunted, I have never felt anything like that it was almost spiritual in a sense.  

He started picking up the pace, fucking me harder and deeper. He told me, to say to him to fuck me, to rape me. Which I repeated louder each time. Then he said with a ferm voice ” Now say, Hit me King, Hit me hard, Hurt me, Hurt this white faggot!” I was a bit scared he slowed down, and He looked like this was a test, like I had to beg him to hurt me. My hands were shaking, and I grabbed the sheets, and I said it. I think it was too soft for him, and he told me he couldn’t hear me, so I said it louder. “Say it like You mean it Faggot, so that the world could hear it, hear what you are.” I repeated it much louder over and over again, “Hit me, King Karter,” then he back-handed me so hard it stunned me. He said “Say it again faggot!” I said it again. He back-handed me again on the other cheek. I asked him to hurt me. Then he puched me in the ribs on both sides and started fucking me so hard, it was hard to breath. He grabbed my hair and kept hitting my face with his open hand. And asked me if I want this, “Is this what you want faggot? Do you want this really?!” I kept saying, “yes, yes, please, please hurt me. Hurt this white faggot!” He kept getting harder a few times, punching with his fist in my face. All the while, I just let it happen. Even though it was hurting, it was almost like I was absorbing him into me. It is hard to say, like normally, one would think you would want to fight it off or try to run. But every blow he gave me, every time his dick slid deeper in me, it was like I was obserbing a part of him. IDK,,,, I don’t know how to explain it. I mean, I guess playing football since I was like 9, so I was very accustomed to getting hit. Maybe on some level, that helped train me or help me like it or something. idk.

He pulled out of me and told me to suck him clean and with out hesitation my mouth sucked in his dick. Sucking it and loving the taste. I could defantly taste my pussy on him. I was suprised because I thought there would be blood the way he was fucking me so hard, but there wasn’t. He had me then get in doggy position my ass almost off the bed and he slide back in this time it was not hard at all, he said my pussy was gapping now. I could only imagine what it looked like, haha. He countinued to fuck me hard, pullin my hair. And hitting my sides. I kept asking him “to fuck my pussy.”  “I needed his huge black dick” “His huge N*ger meat.” now I was opening saying it without him coaching me.  He hit me in the back of the head a few times with his fist while holding my hair. And then I was only asking for him to hit me again. I think he liked that becuse he hit me harder, and picked up the fucking pace. After a few minutes, he poped his hard dick out of my cunt and told me to get it back into my mouth,  It was like somthing took over me, somthing down deep, and it was shouting begging for him to hurt me, and fuck me!  He had me suck him clean again. He fucked my throat hard, then had me get back on my back with my legs up.

He was fucking me like before my legs on his sholders, or as wide as I could spread them. He was fucking me now with out any discomfort or restaince he was sliding into my pussy easly, and it felt so good I could feel my dick so hard in my small cage it was uncomfortable but felt so good in there at the sametime. He slapped me a few times more and punched me. He just took it and I could tell he wanted me to ask for it more so I begged for it again, for him to hurt me, and he smiles and says good faggot, and hit me harder. By now, I can feel my face starting to swell up, feel all hot, and hurt a bit, but honestly, I didn’t care at all!

He asked me if I wanted his babies inside my pussy. I said, “yes” I beggeed and begged for him to fill my pussy with his black babies. He put his hand around my neck and started choking me. Not really on my wind pipe, but more on the sides of my neck, I think I might have passed out a few times, because everything would start to get black and fuzzy, and then I would notice my body shaking and spaming all of a sudden. Then he shouted, “Ohh fuck Ohh FUCK HERE IT COMES, IM GOING TO NUT IN YOUR PUSSY FAGGOT, OOhh Fuckkk!!!” and then I could feel him pumping inside of me. I could feel it hitting my insides and filling me up. I felt my eyes roll in my head again. I don’t know if it was from the lack of blood to my brain, because he was grabbing my neck hard again, or what, but again it felt as if god himself had come into my. I guess you can say he did lol!

King then collapsed on top of me, it was hard to breathe again with all his weight on me until he was able to calm down. And lay on the bed, and pulled out of me. It felt as if I was missing something, as if he pulled my soul out of my body, and I was such an empty husk. He told me to clean him off while waving his semi hard dick. I went down immediately and pulled it in my mouth and sucked and nuserd on it. Licking it clean, sucking and licking the cunt slime and sweat and seed off his pubs. I licked and cleaned every centimeter. It tasted so good. I almost forgot the emptiness inside of me. Then he pulled me back up to his pit and had me lick and smell his left armpit. He had me suck the hair, lick it and smell it.
All the same time, he would run his right hand and his fingers through my hair. And pushing my head deeper into his armpit.

He stroked my head and hair while I sucked and sniffed while he talked to me. He said I was no longer a man. He said,  “What man would let another man do that to him?” He went on while stroking my head, “No man, No Real Man, would let another man rape him like that, would let him hurt them like that, Would suck his own cunt slime off another man’s dick like that!” “That isn’t a real man, is it?” That’s when something hit me, it felt like a train hitting me. I started thinking about my life, like my family, my friends, playing football, how I act around everyone else, my future, maybe getting married, having a “normal gay family, kids,” knowing it was all a lie, that I would never have that life any more, like everyone else. And knowing what they would think if they saw what just happened. Then it felt as if a dam broke, and I started crying. I mean, I never cry! Like, I think the last time I cried like hard like this was when I was like 8 and my dog died. But since then, I never cried. Maybe teared up a bit now and then, but never really, really cried. And to be honest, it felt just like that, like someone died. King went on. “Yes Faggot, let it out! Let your fake manhood out. You were never really a real man. Just a fake one. Think how they would all look at you now, your mom, dad, and sister. Family, friends, your teammates. They wouldn’t understand the real you. This is the Real you. The real you is just a Faggot, It’s only need is to service cock, and men!” I cried harder under his armpit, “I own you now faggot, where ever you go in life, I’m in your bloodstream, I own your faggot body and you faggot soul!, What ever man or alpha ever fucks you or breeds you or owns you, it won’t matter, this faggot will always be owned by me, will belong to me, you understand that faggot!” Now  I was balling at this point. His words felt so true, but also felt like a hot knife stabbing my soul. I know what he was saying was so true! I cried and cried, his pit hair soaked in my tears. Like on cue he knew what I was thinking becuse after that he said, “That part of you that thought you were a real man, is dead now, he never really exsted he was a lie, a dead lie now, because, a real man would not let another man hit him, fuck his throat, his pussy, put a cage on his dick and dink his piss… No only faggots do that don’t they. And that is what you are, aren’t you! A Real Faggot!” I did not answer him, just nodded under his arm, and cried. He kept stroking my hair. I felt like I had a hole in my heart, in my soul, and I wanted him to fill it. All I could do was smell his scent, which almost filled that missing piece. As I calmed down he pulled me to his left peck and I sucked on it almost like nursing on it like a new born baby would to his mother. Then I could feel it, it was almost a second birth. I shuddered and spasmed. He was rubbing my back and my chest, pinching my nipples, and my face, and he had me look up at him. My eyes were almost swollen shut, well, my left side felt like it. I looked up, he wiped some of my tears on his fingers and started to lick them off, like drinking my tears, and I felt so close to him, I lay there for a few moments.

Then he got up, he told me almost coldly, like we did not share that moment, like it was all business again. He said he was going to take a shower. That I was to clean myself up, wash my body, and then strip the bed, and put it in the clothes hamper. That #1 would be there tonight to clean it. I felt so hurt like I didn’t want him to leave, like he was ripping out of my cunt again, and agian I felt so empty. He went into the shower and closed the door. I felt the empty part again, and I looked down. There was cum all over my stomach and chest. I was in such shock! I knew he came inside of me, in my pussy and at first I could not understand whos cum that was. Then I realized it must have been mine! I did not even reamber cumming. I don’t know when I did it, was it while he was fucking me, or when I was in his armpit? I was confused. But licked it up! Which got me the idea, I wanted to tast his cum so u fingered myself pushing deep inside of me and pulling as much out as I could, I put it to my mouth and sucked and sucked it tasted so good!

I did as he commanded and pulled the sheets off and cleaned up, and I uncadged myself, and got dressed. As I was finished dressing, I could hear the shower stop. Part of me wanted to stay there to see if he wanted anything else, but I thought my orders were clear and I had better go.

It takes me about 45 minutes to an hour to drive back to the dorm.  I never even turned on my phone to listen to music. I just sat there in silence.  When I was about 3/4 of the way there, I was thinking about everything that happened. Then all of a sudden it felt like I was back in his bed, under his armpit, and it felt like a big rush. I started crying again. Like a hit in the gut! Maybe not as hard as before, but still hard. I could not stop and hold it in again. I had to drive to a Target parking lot. I parked on the outside, far away from other cars. I sat there crying hard, all the feelings came back, that feeling of loss. That I will never have the life that I thought I would have, that my family wanted me to have, like having a family, being in a normal relationship (even though they thought it would be a heterosexual one) How would my family, my mom, dad, my cousins would look at me, my freinds they would never understand. What I really was. I felt like I lied all my life, and I know I guess I did. It just felt like this huge, huge, tremendous loss, like a part of my heart died that day, that afternoon.

Then, when I was starting to calm down again, after about 20 minutes, I realized my fag dick was so Rock hard in my sweats. Like my dick was harder then it ever had been, almost hurting hard. Straining, it felt so hard! I quickly pulled it out and started betting off! I shoved my fingers under me, up my hole and just imagined Kings dick inside of me again, fucking me again. I did not even think about anyone seeing me, good thing I parked away from every other cars, because I had no other thoughts at the time. I was fingering my cunt so deep, 3 fingers in and deep, and jerking!  All I could do was think of him on top of me. fucking the shit out of me hitting me, Using me and calling me names saying the most awful things about me. I even pressed my hand on my face, and slapped myself a bit, even though it hurt because it was swollen. But it didn’t matter, it just all took me back to him, and I shot a huge! HUGE! Shoot of cum all over the steering wheel and dashboard, and some even hit the whindsheild. I calmed down again, I felt so fulfilled, like this was who and what I was truly meant to be. I was so content. After a minute, I pulled up my pants and cleaned up, and started to drive off out of the parking lot.  At the light, just as you leave, I sat there. I debated whether or not I should go back to King Karters’ place. I wanted to go back so badly. It was like a magnetic pull, pulling me to him. But at the last minute, I remembered that he said to clean up and go. He did not need my services anymore. I had to fight myself on turning right instead of left. And went back to the dorm. Do you think I made the right decision? Or should I have gone back? I just felt so much that I should be back there. But I followed his orders.

I got back. I texted # 3 as soon as I got back, but he was working, so I had to wait until this morning to talk to him. I also had intended to email you as soon as I got home, but I was so tired and sore, I needed to go to bed, and didn’t have a chance until this afternoon.

This is about as extraordinary of an account of cunting as I’ve ever read (and maybe anyone has ever experienced!). It’s pretty clear that King Karter knows EXACTLY what he’s doing when he fucks faggots!

I must say that King Karter has his faggots trained very well. I loved that #3 took the time to help Ethan prep for his cunting session! Faggot cooperation in a house doesn’t always happen naturally. It’s clear that all of the faggots belonging to King Karter obey him to the letter!

As described by Ethan, King Karter has expert technique when it comes to manipulating the faggot into a position (physically and mentally) to be penetrated and used. It was perfect the way King Karter kept talking to Ethan and keeping him distracted while at the same time getting his giant dick lubed up for fucking.

Like many black Alphas, King Karter predictably loves lots of verbal (and race play). Race play is good to use on a faggot because it shocks them and makes them off-balance. We are naturally scared to call a black Alpha a “nigger”, so it’s hard to do. But this tremolo of fear makes the fuck even more intense.

I was quite upset at how badly King Karter beat Ethan during the fuck. I’m sure I understand why Ethan needs to be punched in the eyes to the point of nearly being swollen shut, especially when he’s severely vulnerable. But of course, I’m not a Man nor an Alpha, and I’m not violent in any way. How could I understand? I just wish it didn’t need to happen.

The cunting itself was almost textbook: Ethan’s shaking, the inner convulsions, the spontaneous orgasm, the delirium, and the dramatic bursting into tears.

What was most beautiful was the aftercare King Karter provided Ethan in those moments after the cunting. He anticipated it! By allowing his newly-cunted faggot to comfort itself in the scent of his armpit, King Karter proved what a skilled and intelligent Master he truly is!

Ethan had a few post-cunting questions for me:

My first question: Why didn’t I feel it when I came? This was the first time I came in chastity, so I don’t know if that is what made it feel different or when a faggot is cunted does cumming feel different then just jerking off?

The answer to this question involves the involuntary clenching of muscles while having the internal orgasm common during cunting. In that moment, a faggot is only half-present/conscious, so an orgasm is the last thing on the faggot’s mind. When there is such profound sensory overload, the ruined ejaculate of a faggot’s cock is the last thing anybody’s thinking about!

Sam, the other question is about aftercare. Is it normal for faggots to cry like that and so hard. Also, why did I need to cry again when I was driving home? Did I not let it all out while I was with my King? Was I holding back from him? Do you think I got it all out now? I think I got it all out, especially the second time. But I thought so the first time, too. Was there something I was missing or lacking? Do you think I will act like that all the time or at least the first few times? I do not want to seem like an even weaker faggot then I already am in front of my King?

Thank you, Sam!
-#5

Ethan’s sudden outburst of tears is a common side-effect of cunting. King Karter anticipated it, and provided aftercare. In other words, I don’t think it offends King Karter at all.

The theories around why faggots cry once they’re cunted are many and varied. I felt like crying after it happened to me the first time mainly because it scared me so much that I felt a breathless exhilaration. Other faggots have expressed feeling overwhelming gratitude for the gift of being cunted and that feeling made them cry. Some have said that they cried over the fact that they can never go back and be a Man ever again.

Like I said, every faggot comes away with a different perspective!

As I was writing this, Ethan wrote to me and said the following:

I have also been thinking about it all today. I think another reason I was emotional was that I finally felt like I belonged somewhere and to someone, like I don’t have to worry about anything anymore. Like, he will take the responsibility off my hands. Help me make choices such as making sure I am on Prep and to stay in school and get the best education. Even though most people would say they would not want someone to tell them what to do or who and when to have sex with, like I don’t have to worry about it.  About getting turned down. or having to date someone that I always fight with. And I feel like he will take care of me. #3 told me since meeting King, his life is so much clearer, and he has a lot less stress because he leaves most big decisions in his life to King Karter, and #3 says he always knows the best answers to solve a problem. King Karter will make the distinctions for me, and I think that makes it life a bit easier. I know some people would not understand. In a way, it also helps take some pressure off me, you know. I think that was another part of it, too. 

Is it normal for someone to cry twice like I did? Why do you think I had that reaction so much later on? And do you think that part is over? I won’t be emotional like that every time, right? I think  I am still processing it, even though it was a few days ago. Every time I do, I have this strong need to go back there and get on my knees for him, but  I am not scheduled to do it. until this weekend.  

Thanks, Sam, I didn’t think it was such mind mind-blowing account. I thought you would have heard almost everything by now. 

I think Ethan makes a great point here. Faggots are not really designed to be autonomous and thinking for themselves. There is a lot of pressure on a free-range faggot, pressure it is not capable of handling well. Having a Master as capable as King Karter provides a faggot like Ethan security and direction.

Ethan asks if this kind of crying is “normal”. When it comes to cunting, one must toss “normal” aside! The most important aspect of being cunted is that the faggot loses itself and surrenders to the “normal” sensations of its body in that moment.

Cunting is something deeply intimate that a Master shares with his faggot, and a faggot shares with its Master. An Alpha that cunts his faggot reaches the deepest part of his faggot and plucks a string inside it, setting off a chain reaction of wondrously harmonious music that cascades through the faggot’s body and mind and releases all of the treasures hidden within.

Like a musical lock, picked by an Alpha’s cock.

Last Saturday, King Karter emptied Ethan’s vault in the most dramatic of ways!

So I decided to reach out to him finally after years of watching him from afar as he lived out his dreams as a college hockey player… it was the best decision I ever made. He remembered me instantly. He laughed when he saw me and I told him about everything that had happened. He didn’t blame me at all actually for being so stuck up on him these last few years and explained that he did something called “cunting” me? Apparently he said he did that on purpose? Though when I asked him to explain it he just said “you don’t get to ask questions fag”.

This is another follow-up from THIS QUESTION. 

Brother, thank you for writing!!! 

First of all, I’m very proud of you for finally working up the courage to contact him! I thought it was kind of pathetic that you were stalking him in the shadows! You needed to do this, even if only for your own self-respect! 

But his response was most extraordinary! Don’t you realize what he told you??? He said he “cunted” you – that means he was a reader of mine at some point! He probably read it on fagsworshipalphas.com back in the day! I’m BY FAR the most prolific writer on the subject of cunting. Here’s my primer on it: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/being-cunted/

Please tell this King “thank you” for me! 

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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!

Ever since I first began to write about and define the experience of cunting (which was virtually undescribed anywhere until then), the phenomena has remained shrouded in tantalizing mystery. Some faggots recognized what I described immediately, while others had never experienced it and doubted it was real. And let’s not even talk about all of the Alphas who wrote to me thanking me for either explaining what they witnessed or curious about how to do it.

My brother James has a lot of experience, and he’s already surprising me with his thoughtful and articulated memories of past service or his intriguing current situation. I’m sure his Master is very proud of him as I am. My constant advocacy for cunting triggered James to ask a couple of fellow faggots about cunting and get their opinions about it.

He wrote this:

Straight man’s faggot James here… I only know two individuals who are faggots such as myself…I’ve discussed the dynamic of being cunted with both and I got two different interpretations of the faggot’s experience of being cunted… With the addition of my own, I now have three … One of these faggots is of the opinion that, in reality, the faggot only experiences being truly cunted once by the same Alpha and this occurs within the first few times an Alpha fucks it, although the sensation can be repeated with a different Alpha… The second individual insists that the Alpha controls if , when and how often his faggot is cunted as well as to what degree of intensity purely through anal pounding… As for myself, I tend to lean toward the second theory… I’ve been cunted more times than I can say and definitely to different degrees in my 10 years as the same straight man’s faggot… For me, my first full intensity cunting happened right after he had been throat fucking me for a good while…. I recall how I quivered profusely and felt as if I were fainting… I’ve been fortunate to relive that thrill of being cunted a goodly number of times in the past ten years… I feel myself quivering deep inside every time….However, I only achieve that faint helpless state after being throat fucked as was the case in my first cunting… Am I correct in my assumption that I indeed am experiencing two actual degrees or levels or is true cunting only taking place for me when both the quivering as well as that faint disoriented feeling occur ?

Interesting perspectives! I cannot tell you how much I love when clever faggots like James take material they read either here or elsewhere and explore how it fits with their experiences or desires. The perspectives of these other faggots is quite welcome!

I can’t explain what James describes here because my cuntings weren’t in stages like this. However, I do think he is experiencing distinct stages of cunting, which is interesting to me. I do also think cunting involves an emotional element (or possibly a depth of subspace) for it to be truly triggered. James mentions being aggressively throat fucked before being cunted, which is one way that mental/emotional state can be achieved. Thinking back, that was certainly part of my own cuntings.

I’d love to hear from more faggots on this!

How to turn a male into a desperate whore … ALPHA COCK!

It just takes that one Alpha to cunt a faggot, and its purpose becomes absolutely clear for the rest of its life.

Its cunted hole will always yearn for his cock alone.

This faggot’s screams sound like the screaming of the spring lambs that haunted Clarice Starling. That, and the involuntary, hands-free orgasm point to one obvious conclusion: it was cunted.

You can hear the fear in its screams. Cunting involves fear because in that moment you’re literally out of your head and beyond control. It’s like being on a terrifying roller coaster.

Good day Sam.

I go by Suboi online mostly as it feels right to me. I am sitting with a bit of self conflict in my life right now as to my place in the Hierarchy right now. I do know for sure nothing about me says Beta-Dom or higher for sure.

The problem I have is that I have started to see someone and we get along well and connect on many levels which is great really. This thing we have is good but very young as in not even a month together – so it is very new.

The one time we had a little four play he had me moaning in ways I never knew I could and I loved it really and so did he. After that I was recalling the evening events the next day and realized that as much as I enjoyed it and got pleasure for it, I never once got hard – which help me realize that I can not be not never be Dom. I am absolutely okay with that completely really, I have discovered that the only way I get hard is in a very voyeristic way, when I see Alphas and Dom being verbose with their fags on X/Twitter.
I also used to have a married Daddy that would collar me and cage me and use my mouth as his pocket pussy which I enjoyed doing. I started to slowly buy things like nipple clamp, cockring, chastity cages and even poppers (which with the use of chastity help me open up and be a better cock hungry Slut.)

So I have a small little cash of toys and poppers which I keep hidden away, because it start to become a distraction from day to day life sadly.

Know that I have given you a bit of context to my life Sam, here is my Question?

How do I ask the guy I have just started to see if he would be wanting to cage and cunt me to make me his and show him what I want and more out of it really. He does not even know that I have a chastity cage or a “Slave” choker yet?

I am conflicted as well because I love the work I do in the world outside the house and I don’t want to sacrifice my work ambitions as well?

I am highly conflicted here Sam?

He would be the first man to cunt me ever and I dream of him whispering in my ear when the cunting is done, “You are mine now.”

please Sam any advice would be great.

The way you describe this new Man, it sounds like he’s very inexperienced. Or, should I say, inexperienced in the needs of a faggot. He can learn, of course, but this isn’t something that happens overnight.

You shouldn’t expect him to understand cunting you or more advanced things when he knows nothing about caging you, etc. Baby steps. Just try to introduce him to various aspects of your submission and see how he reacts. Then you might be able to lead him further. There are plenty of resources on this site to help instruct him if you need it. 

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This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of Master Jin, a straight Korean Alpha who first learned about the ownership of faggots when he learned his college roommate Chin was a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a while since I’ve been able to feature Master Jin on the site. He’s been busy working long hours at the hospital while battling the ongoing COVID pandemic in Montreal and handling his faggots Chin and Alex when he has the chance. In between all of that Master Jin has been able to start dating a new girl as well. He’s busy, but like all great Alphas, he’s able to handle the load.

But of course, even gods need a break. So Master Jin very recently had the idea to rent a large cottage in Montreal for a week of well-earned vacation, and he invited Masters Nick and Matt and all of their faggots to come there to stay with him and his fags for the week!

Can you imagine these three insatiable Masters spending a week with their seven faggots? Imagine the incredible amounts of service and worship these gods will receive, so many nights filled with the screams of cunted faggots, heavy sighs of pleasure, and gallons of cum!

Sounds like a dream come true for any Alpha or faggot!

It’s a gorgeous place, too. Check out the pics:

THE CUNTING BEFORE THE STORM

Once Master Matt found out the trip would be coming up so quickly, he stepped up his initiation program with his new faggot Tommy, cunting him last night about 1-2 weeks sooner than normal. Why? Because he wanted to get his new faggot cunted so that it could be used by his brother Alphas during the vacation, of course!

Said Master Matt:

Got Tommy cunted last night. Yes it went very well. Was a 15 min rut and I could see it happen before my eyes. It was good but he is a screamer. I am quite experienced at cunting faggots now. I plan on getting my PHD in faggot cunting.

Very cute! If only they did give out such degrees! Master Matt would be a Nobel Laureate!

Little Tommy was apoplectic:

OMG YES! It was out of this world! It felt like Matt’s big cock was touching my heart! Sam being cunted is emotional roller coaster! I really am a faggot … I wish I could have Matt’s babies!

As Master Matt was cunting Tommy he was telling him, “You’re my faggot now.” The perfect mind-control!

PUSSY WHIPPED

When Master Jin first came up with the plan to rent the cottage for the week, Master Nick asked Master Jin if he could bring his girlfriend along on the trip.

Let that sink in for a second.

Over the last couple of months things have been bad between Master Nick and I, primarily due to the stress of this unnamed girlfriend has been causing in his life. I’ve only had a couple of terse, very brief conversations with him over the last four months. I tried to give him space to figure things out even though it was killing me inside to not be able to speak to the Alpha for whom I went into chastity.

But when I heard about this, I blew a gasket. I didn’t realize Master Nick’s brain had short-circuited over this girlfriend to such a serious degree. You don’t need to be a brain surgeon to understand that you don’t bring a girlfriend to a cottage vacation designed for faggot-fucking. Hell, a guy flipping hamburgers at fucking McDonald’s could tell you that!

So I had this conversation with Master Nick:

Master, I must ask – are you okay?

Yes all is okay thanks

Well I was asking because I was told you asked Master Jin if you could bring your girlfriend to the cottage vacation. I thought maybe you had fallen down and hit your head or had a stroke or something, because that sounds like the single dumbest question of all time.

Yes looking back now it was a stupid question

Yes it really was. I’m not accustomed to you being that far out of it. No pussy is that good that you should lose your common sense to that degree.

Yes I got it

You can hear the hypnotized, robotic nature of his responses. I’ve had more impactful conversations with people in comas.

Anyway, I thought that the crisis was averted, but now Master Nick said he is not going to the cottage on Friday with Master Matt, instead remaining home to be with the girlfriend over the weekend and joining everybody at the cottage next Tuesday.

Let me just say this: I am really saddened and disgusted by Master Nick’s response here. This is EMBARRASSING. What APEX ALPHA tucks tail and cowers to the will of a female??

Master Jin was angry and hurt by Master Nick’s cuck-like choice. Here Master Jin rented this entire place with his own money in order to provide a post-COVID vacation for their Hierarchical family, and Master Nick can’t tear himself away from a slippery two-inch gash between the legs of his bitch.

Or maybe I should call her his Master.

I am humiliated to be wearing the chastity cage of a “Master” like this. He should be wearing a chastity cage if he’s going to act like this. Let me put it this way: his faggots have showed more courage and bravery than he is here. They submitted to him and allowed themselves to be caged by him, giving up their freedoms forever, and he can’t stand up to a girl for even one week.

It turns my stomach.

MASTER MATT TO THE RESCUE

Rather than allow Master Nick’s two faggots (Yul and Ollie) to be abandoned for days alone before being able to join their brothers and other Masters, Master Matt stood up LIKE THE GREAT PROTECTOR ALPHA HE HAS BECOME and decided to rent a bus to take the entire gang to the cottage together!

That’s what a fucking MAN does!

In my mind, this is nothing more than insult to injury for Master Nick. This is like a drunkard needing another Man to take care of his own kids. Pathetic.

I’m so grateful to my beloved Master Matt for standing up for what is right!

CONCLUSION

Where do things go from here? I don’t know if Master Nick can pull out of this free-fall tailspin. His brain isn’t working and his will seems broken.

But how can his faggots respect an Alpha who no longer takes his responsibilities as a Man seriously? How can the Apex Alpha to whom they submitted be squared with the shrinking, weak, and confused figure they see today?

All I know is this: Master Nick began to create the kind of life that most Alphas would trade anything to have, and he’s throwing it away because of a piece of pussy.

Meanwhile Masters Jin and Matt forge ahead courageously, not allowing any distraction to subvert the greater plans for their lives.

And they are the ones who deserve a vacation of glory.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of Master Jin, a straight Korean Alpha who first learned about the ownership of faggots when he learned his college roommate Chin was a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In Episode #61 of the Hierarchy Podcast I discussed Master Jin cunting his faggot Chin so powerfully that it fundamentally changed both of them.

Of course, this is not the first time that Master Jin has cunted Chin, nor is he the only Alpha who has cunted Chin. But the cunting Saturday night between Master Jin and Chin will have a ripple effect on both of them for the rest of their lives.

Master Jin spent a frustrating Saturday trying to get some pussy from his girlfriend, but she wasn’t putting out. For an ordinary straight Alpha, a day like that would probably end up in anger. But Master Jin always has an outlet for his sexual needs – his faggot Chin.

So imagine Master Jin’s relief when he walked in the door to find Chin kneeling there, waiting to kiss his feet. Imagine the power welling up inside him as his hungry, adoring faggot undid his pants and expertly sucked his dick dry.

Suddenly Master Jin forgot about the irritating girlfriend and all of his tension. All that mattered was the faggot at his feet eagerly worshiping him. His faggot. His property. His slave.

So Master Jin, flush with rejuvenated energy, grabbed Chin and took him into the bedroom. And there Master Jin fucked Chin very hard for two hours in practically every position imaginable. Master Jin pumped three loads into Chin’s pussy during this monumental fuck, never losing momentum in the slightest.

At the end, Master Jin had Chin on his back with his legs thrown over his shoulder. He pounded Chin as hard as he’s ever fucked before. And that’s when he cunted Chin, causing the faggot to black out and spasm violently.

When it was over, Chin was devastated physically and emotionally. All of the resistance Chin had been carrying around inside of him had finally been fucked out. He had nothing left inside him except a bright light of reverential awe for the god who just healed him.

But for Master Jin, there was a newfound understanding of exactly what gifts he has and the power he truly wields. Chin’s transformation was so total and complete that Master Jin could barely describe what he’d witnessed. Chin was already a great faggot, but this cunting made Chin into something greater. And that, in turn, made Master Jin greater as well.

It’s a peculiar thing. A straight Alpha can fuck a thousand women and make each one of them cum, but when he cunts a faggot there is something deeper and more primal triggered in his soul. What is it?

The cunting of a faggot involves more than simply a physical orgasm. It also represents a fundamental change in a faggot caused by the rut of a Man. It is the moment a faggot is altered forever, and it happens through the power of the Man who owns it. I think it is that exercise of sheer power that elevates the Alpha in a way that sex with a female cannot.

Master Jin said something along those lines yesterday, a few days after the fact.

It feels so good to have my faggot properly cunted. I have to say it is fantastic. I think Chin is working a lot harder to please me. I feel so powerful to own Chin. It is good to see the changes we can make happen.

As for Chin, he’s never been more complete.

I feel like service to (Master Jin) is the most important thing in my life. I literally melt inside when I look at him. He is my god.

A cunting like this is the culmination of the Alpha/fag dynamic. It is when both the Alpha and the faggot become the most complete versions of themselves.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of Master Jin, a straight Korean Alpha who first learned about the ownership of faggots when he learned his college roommate Chin was a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

After straight Alpha Jin had deflowered his first faggot Chin, he couldn’t get enough of fag pussy. As I mentioned in the post about the day of deflowering, Alpha Jin fucked Chin six times that day, and every day after that involved multiple feedings and breedings. Alpha Jin filled his faggot with every drop of cum his Alpha balls could produce. 

The net effect of so much potent Alpha cum on a faggot is profound. The cocktail of potent substances in semen (particularly in large amounts) produce a narcotic effect on a faggot’s willpower, making it “cum drunk” and open to suggestion. Mostly those suggestions involve servicing cock again and again, and the cycle continues.

So Chin the faggot was in that swirl of cum drunkenness, constantly craving Alpha Jin’s cock. The chastity cage that had been causing so much distraction and consternation for the faggot was lessening as Chin slid further into subspace. I knew it wouldn’t be long until Chin would let go enough to experience a true cunting.

It happened last night.

Alpha Jin called his faggot from soccer practice, warning it that he would be coming home early and that his balls were full. When he returned to the apartment, Alpha Jin did something truly remarkable to seal the coming deal – he didn’t shower. I had recently talked to Alpha Jin about the power of his natural male scent and its effect on faggots, and so he decided the test out my advice.

So Alpha Jin, covered in his potent sweat, lit some candles in his bedroom and pulled Chin into his room. Chin dropped to his knees and pulled down Alpha Jin’s shorts; his cock was rock hard. Chin sucked it, the scent of Alpha Jin’s musky crotch filling his nostrils and causing him to leak uncontrollably. 

Then Alpha Jin bent the faggot over and started fucking it.

Unlike previous breedings, they tried a couple of positions. Alpha Jin put the faggot on his back and fucked it missionary style. Then they rolled over and Chin began riding his Master’s stiff cock.

All it once, it came over Chin like a powerful wave. His body began shuddering, and his pussy started involuntarily gripping and stroking Alpha Jin’s dick. Later, Alpha Jin’s described Chin’s face as one of shock, as if “his eyes were going to pop out of his head.” Then Chin experienced a full hands-free orgasm (while still caged, of course) that almost made the faggot dizzy with excitement. All of this convulsive stimulation led Alpha Jin to squirt his load deep in his faggot’s pussy, sealing the deal.

Chin woke up this morning to a special gift Alpha Jin had left for him – his dirty soccer clothes waiting to be laundered by the faggot. Alpha Jin did this on purpose, of course, now understanding the power of his scent on his faggot. Chin spent some time inhaling those clothes before cleaning them, further imprinting on his Master.

In talking to a breathless Chin early this morning, it was clear the faggot had been cunted. He spoke of feeling The Void in his pussy, that yearning to have his Master back inside of him. Chin also mentioned that the cage no longer bothers him at all (a feeling echoed by Simon after his cunting). 

Now, I just want to reinforce the fact that Alpha Jin was a completely straight Alpha Male who had never had any contact with (or knowledge of) faggot worship until a couple of weeks ago. And now he completely owns a faggot and loves it! 

“This will not be the last faggot that gets a cunting from me,” said Alpha Jin ominously. 

Look out, faggots! The world has a new Supreme straight Alpha on the prowl and looking for prey!

Can you talk more about aftercare? I’ve been fucking sub bottoms for 15 years, but just recently I started to give them more attention when I finish. I used to cum and send them home or just turn my back and fall asleep, but I now got them in my arms, say how sexy, tight, and hot they are. I feel such a treatment makes them 100x hornier for getting fucked again. As a faggot, how do you feel when an Alpha treats you well after fucking your hole? I feel that most faggots like to be humiliated but at the same time they like aftercare when their holes are full of my cum. What do you think?

Master, thank you so much for this wonderful and thoughtful question!

Aftercare is one of my favorite topics. I wrote extensively about it on FWA, and I’ll be reviving those posts here. In fact, I devoted an entire episode of my Hierarchy Podcast (Episode #67) to aftercare! You can access that episode on either the Spotify or Amazon feeds, or you can stream it directly from the podcast website by CLICKING HERE!

I’ve been a fortunate during my faggot career in that I was owned by some incredible Masters who expertly used aftercare with me. Honestly, I feel spoiled by it. I just know that no matter how hard or violently they used me or how much they degraded me during sex, the aftercare melted away all of the negative effects of it.  

Aftercare is especially important (really necessary) if a faggot has been cunted by its Master. Cunting can be quite traumatic; some faggots will break down and cry because of it. I used to be terribly frightened when I was cunted, because I fear the feeling of lost control. Being held and and reassured helped me realize that I’m under the control and protection of my powerful Owner.

I agree with you Master that aftercare following a breeding/feeding is very powerful. Just as you are thinking about your cum inside your faggot, your faggot is not only thinking about it, but it’s also FEELING its effects on its mood. In fact, the sedating effects of cum become more pronounced during an aftercare session.  

I think aftercare is as effective as scent training or cunting as a method of bonding a faggot to its Master. It might even be more effective, because it allows the faggot to see their Master as more than a cruel or selfish taskmaster. They see their Alpha’s true inner greatness – his heart – and that will make any faggot loyal and obedient forever.   

I hope this help, Master! Thank you!

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hello,

I read « be cunted » and I saw the video on. My questions are :

Should the alpha’s cock necessarily be long enough to penetrate the second sphincter and if so, what size should it be?

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Cunting occurs when the prostate is pounded during sex, and that really only requires a cock that’s around five inches. Penetration of the second ring requires a slightly larger cock, but penetration of the second ring isn’t necessary for cunting. 

The second time I was cunted was by an Alpha with a cock that was probably around six inches, and it worked, so … 

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This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Did you know: 1.6 million young people in the United States find themselves homeless every year, and 40% of those identify as LGBTQ. Of that 640,000 LGBTQ homeless youths, 43% of them were forced out of their homes by their parents who reject their sexuality.

Those are disgusting figures It’s absolutely horrifying to imagine a parent having that lack of love and appreciation for the welfare of a child. Such a betrayal of that most natural of bonds, the one between a parent and a child, based solely on prejudice and/or religious bigotry. It unconscionable.

And even Apex Alphas are not immune to such cruelty.

Master Lorenzo discovered this awful reality a few days ago, and my heart has been broken for him ever since.

Something terrible happened. I was fucking Rick in my bedroom on Monday and we were alone at home. It was one more amazing fuck, it sucked my balls and cock like a pro and took it all the way down on his back. I was about to cunt my bitch again when I heard steps on the hall. 

My father arrived home earlier and it was impossible to pretend we weren’t fucking. My faggot was very loud. When I opened the door, he was outside, ready to punch us both in the face. I told Rick to go back home. I would never let my fag get hurt. My father called me “faggot” and all other homophobic names you can imagine. We started a terrible fight and, if it weren’t for my mom who begged us to stop, one would have killed the other. We’re both strong and tall, so we could cause actual harm to each other.
My parents have always been very conservative, religious and homophobic. But I am not effeminate at all so I had never had any problems before. All of my friends know I have been fucking bottoms for 5 years now but my parents had no idea about it. I’m not a coward and I learned from my Alpha brothers that we should take care of our property. So I went right to Rick’s house to check if he was okay. He cried a lot but I told him everything is gonna be alright.

Well, I don’t have a house to live in anymore since my father expelled me as soon as I said “I am gay” in his face. But he’s not going to destroy me. He’s just a stupid Bolsonaro supporter (Brazilian version of Trump). Thankfully, I work a lot and have been saving money since I’m 15, so I could handle this shit. I asked a friend to sleep at his place for a couple of days while I find an apartment to rent. On Monday, I admit I was feeling miserable, but I’m much better now.

I’m going to be okay and will keep Rick under my wing because he needs someone to take care of him. But I wanted to tell you that because this is what Pride Month will always mean for me from now on: I AM FUCKING PROUD. I AM GAY, I AM AN APEX ALPHA, AND I AM PROUD. I dare many of these straight men out there that claim to be an Alpha to get expelled from home at the age of 19 and stand for their faggots.

I was so distressed to hear this news! My dear Master Lorenzo has just started his journey into faggot ownership, and suddenly he finds himself thrown out of the house simply for fulfilling himself. What an unforgivable betrayal by Master Lorenzo’s father!

Here’s the sadly hilarious part: the father calls Master Lorenzo a “faggot” when in reality he’s an Apex Alpha with far more power than his father will ever know!

Fortunately, Master Lorenzo’s defiant positivity proved to be prescient. Two days later I received a joyous update from my young King!

I won’t lie to you. On Monday, I was really bad, feeling miserable and hopeless. I felt everything was falling apart around me. But on Tuesday morning I woke up early, went to my bank to see the money I had saved and started to solve all these issues. I go to school in a public university so I don’t need to pay tuition or any fee. I will keep focused until I graduate to get a better job. I already found an apartment and tomorrow morning I will move in. It has been a crazy few days but I feel much better now. I just want to let you know that I have found a nice place and moved in. While I send you this message, Rick is taking a shower and he’ll cook something for me. It was quite traumatic what happened but I think it was the best thing that could’ve happened to me. Now I have my place and no need to tell my fag to be quiet. I want to tell you not to worry because I’m fine and feeling great actually. I felt like a teenager living under my parents’ roof and not being who I am, now I feel like a Man, a big strong powerful Man with a loyal faggot ready to serve.

I’m happy, excited and thankful.

Of course, there is no way speed bumps like this will ever stop an Alpha freight train like Master Lorenzo! Apex Alphas always conquer their surroundings, and nature blesses them with strength and good fortune!

Master Lorenzo would probably like to own cash faggots now that he’s on his own, so if that’s you then this is your chance to shine! Master Lorenzo is an incredible presence, and he exerts complete control and care for all of the faggots in his stable! You will be safe with him! You can write to me if you’re interested in serving!

Thank you, Master Lorenzo, for continuing to provide an incredible example of Hierarchy in action!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

All cuntings are intense in varying degrees for both the Alpha and his faggot. But some cuntings rise to the level of what I refer to as “transformational cuntings.” These are cuntings that profoundly alter reality and purpose for both Alpha and faggot. Transformational cuntings form a line of demarcation in the lives of both, a moment of undeniable and unforgettable change. After a transformational cunting, neither can ever go back to their previous concepts of their lives.

We’ve been following the development of Master Lorenzo as he discovered his Alphahood through this site and subsequently broke down his former boyfriend Rick and turned it into his first owned faggot. Master Lorenzo has used his natural passion and desire to fully express his Alphahood to really take firm control of his faggot and explore the depths of his power. It’s been magnificent to work with him to achieve that!

But nothing prepared us for what happened to Master Lorenzo the other day. It was a transformational cunting of overwhelming and sustained significance!

I spent the last 10 days fucking my faggot everyday, literally everyday. You probably remember that it didn’t want to take cock more than twice a week but little by little I convinced it to be what it is supposed to be. Now it’s craving for my cock every night. But last night it was different. The only word I could use to describe it is INSANE.

I fucked my faggot on all fours and then I changed for missionary. When it was on its back, I put its legs on my shoulders and went deep inside its hole. I trained my faggot to say “thank you” while I fuck it but that time something happened. I was rutting very hard and suddenly my faggot stopped saying “thank you” and just opened its eyes wide open, without saying any word. It was totally speechless, trying to catch some air but unable to speak.

I felt my balls hitting its ass harder and harder and the head of my cock was about to break something. Thanks to FWA, I knew it was the second ring. It suddenly said “oh my god” feeling that something different was going on but it knows that it cannot make noise because I fuck it in my bedroom and my parents would hear. So I covered its mouth with my right hand while holding  its neck with my left hand and did the hardest rut I have ever done in my life. 

At that very moment, I wasn’t thinking about the noise, the house or even breaking my bed. I just  needed to conquer that pussy forever. And I did it. I felt that something was opening for my cock to enter deeper and, to be honest, I was afraid of hurting my property but I needed to unload. I shot a thick load very deep in its hole. When I finished, my faggot was still speechless and did something I wasn’t expecting. It held my neck, kissed my face and said that my cock was getting bigger day by day.

I now understand the importance of aftercare. My fag started to cry and I held him strong in my arms. It said that it loved me and I answered “you’re mine and only mine”. So I let it rest on my bed and kissed his forehead and mouth several times. I didn’t care about the stains of cum on my sheets with all the cum leaking out from its ass. We fell asleep together and some hours later it woke me up sucking my cock and balls. 

I shot another load. Master Lorenzo’s seed in his pussy, mouth and throat. That’s how it is supposed to be.

The next step will be caging my bitch.

We can easily see the transformation of Master Lorenzo’s faggot after this experience. Not only did it break down into weeping uncontrollably after the experience, but note that hours later the faggot woke its Master by sucking his cock and balls! Remember how this faggot once wanted sex only a couple of times a week and didn’t want to serve? That attitude was obliterated during this transformational cunting and replaced by the viewpoint and submissive needs of a true faggot.

But the cunting was transformational for Master Lorenzo as well.

I am now feeling so good, I have never felt better, faggot. I feel like I could go all the way up the Everest or become the president lmao I’m feeling powerful and like a King. I even texted two super hot guys that I have been willing to fuck for a long time and after I cunted my faggot Rick I finally felt confident to reach out to them.

During the cunting, I was feeling amazing, literally as the owner of that tight hole. The only thing I could think about was about going deeper and deeper in its pussy. I wanted to fill all its body with my seed and I did it!! When it started to cry, I was afraid I had hurt his pussy because my cock is quite thick but no, it was perfectly fine, but I think the cunting was too much for it to handle. I have Rick a long aftercare section and now it is more submissive than ever.

My two next goals will be caging him and claiming a second faggot. I can’t even think about the feeling of having two faggots on my feet.

How can Master Lorenzo or Rick ever go back to their former lives after this intense cunting? Those past lives no longer apply to them the same way a caterpillar’s life no longer applies to a butterfly.

I love how Master Lorenzo in particular has been changed. His confidence is rightfully soaring, and he now understands that he can take anything he wants. He realizes that even the hottest faggot is still nothing more than a faggot in comparison to him. It’s as if the cunting unlocked for him a secret code to the treasures of the world.

But this is really the point. A transformational cunting isn’t just about conquering a faggot and rewiring its brain and will. It’s also about opening the eyes of the Alpha to the power he carries between his legs and in his heart. It’s about how an Alpha comes to learn the truth about himself through the triumph of cunting.

It’s Hierarchical truth personified!