I wanted to write again because I feel more confused than ever. As of now I know I’m no longer an alpha, since I last wrote, I have served my frat friend and I can’t deny that an alpha would not do these things and it keeps playing on loop in my mind.
Earlier today we were supposed to hit the gym together but he invited me into his room and told me “How about you just rub and massage my soles, they’re so sore”. This was the first time I’ve ever worshipped feet so I was scared but for some reason I started growing hard feeling up his feet and smelling the stench coming off. Then he took off his shirt and said “God I’m so sweaty my pits and feet are drenched wish I had something to clean it all up” and looked at me in the eyes while I was rubbing his feet but I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact. He ended up telling me “You’re so obedient because you’re a faggot who wants to be used right” and forced me to look up at him. In that moment I felt so aroused I was fighting my cock from becoming too hard that he somehow read through my masculine facade but also how easy he manhandled me. But when he kept telling me “admit you’re a faggot” and “say yes sir I’m a faggot” and “come fucking faggot just admit who youre a faggot to me” I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I felt so bad for disobeying but even though I was so turned on submitting to him I dont know if I’m a faggot. I think I enjoy submitting to strong men like him but I don’t know if I want to be a faggot or if I am close to just being a beta instead. It feels to much is happening with my identity at once and while I want to keep serving him I don’t know if I can tell him all of this. I’m scared of telling him or admitting I’m a faggot because what if he tells other people and no one ever respects me anymore. I just dont know how to satisfy my cravings as i want ti say for him because I can’t deny I got so much harder in that session worshipping me him than ever without putting my image or myself at risk. If you have any advice Sam on how to proceed I would appreciate it.
Well, I must tell you that this isn’t as surprising to me as it is to you. You see, this frat Alpha friend of yours knows you’re a faggot (as I said in the previous post) and he’s interested in taking ownership of you. I know how Alphas operate, so this game he’s playing with you is a bit like a cat playing with a rabbit before it eats the rabbit.
Alphas are excellent hunters – the best on the planet, really – and you’re the most vulnerable prey imaginable … prey that refuses to acknowledge they’re prey.
This Alpha is BOLDLY confronting you about what you are, yet here you are defiantly trying to hold onto something you never had. He’s giving you an opportunity to free yourself – he’s practically BEGGING for you to do it – and you won’t take it.
I occasionally work with @MasterA_2022 on X-Spaces to help faggots openly admit that they’re faggots, some saying it for the very first time. The results are sometimes dramatic, with faggots WEEPING after they say it to the group!
I tell you that to let you know that I do understand your struggle. I know it’s not easy to accept. But I also know the freedom that awaits you on the other side of that admission. You’re desperately trying to maintain a façade that was never real.
Here’s the thing: this Alpha clearly wants to free you from this burden as well. He sees what you are, what your purpose is, and how you’ve trapped yourself in lies. He’s offering a way out, a way to safely become what you were born to be. That is RARE, my friend!
You mention that you’re afraid he might tell other people. You need to remember that he’s under the same social pressure you are (it’s just different because he’s Alpha). He likely doesn’t want it getting around that he seduced a faggot.
Look, if you’re ever going to experience true fulfillment in your life, you must eventually trust a Man with your truth. Otherwise, you’re going to spend your life bottled-up and increasingly petrified of trying.
You’re young now. You’re at your most energetic, vibrant, and beautiful. So is this Alpha. Now is the time to let go of stigmas and the judgments of others, and simply LIVE IN TRUTH!
This Alpha is banging on your door. It’s time to open that door, and let him in!
I’ve always found it odd that Alphas will piss on faggots and then use them sexually. The Alphas who pissed on me always did it after they were finished using me. Of course, this fag mostly swallowed the piss, so I guess that’s a little different.
Here’s a collection of verbal Alphas enjoying the submission and oral service of their faggots! Always talk to your faggots! Your words trigger a part of their brain and it makes them even hungrier for your cock and your cum!
Hey brother sam, i recently started servicing an Alpha who is straight but he wants to suck on my faggot cock. Like you, i really don’t like the idea of my faggot cock being sucked by an Alpha but he insists. i forwarned Him, that having my cock sucked on gives me no pleasure, and that while i preferred He not suck it, He was free to do so as He is an Alpha and i am a lowly faggot. He asked me if i thought i could cum while He sucks me and i told him that i doubted it. He said He wants to suck my faggot cock anyway. i said that He should do as He pleases, but that i probably wouldn’t cum. His response was, “Then I won’t feel bad if you don’t cum.” i reassured him that it was my issue if i couldn’t cum and that He was in no way responsible for my not cumming. He said he was ok with that and said that He would suck on my faggot cock anyway.
my question brother sam, is whether i handled this correctly. i think that as an Alpha He can do what He pleases and so i decided to let Him suck me even though i wouldn’t be comfortable in letting Him do so. i’m thinking that while He sucks on my faggot cock i will try visualizing myself sucking on Him at the same time, so maybe, i can be erect at least.
Have you ever encountered a straight Alpha that wanted to taste a faggot’s cum? How would you handle this situation?
Thanks in advance brother sam!
Thanks for the question!
My first question is this: why do you think this guy is a true Alpha? There are a lot of gays out there pretending to be Alpha (or are confused into thinking they’re Alpha) whose true colors come out once they get a faggot alone.
Even gay Alphas that I know don’t suck dick, get fucked, or do much ass play. Think about that. And even more telling is this “Alpha’s” insistence on sucking your dick. Very strange.
As you mention, I HATE when anyone does anything with my penis. That’s why it’s so nice being caged. I think most faggots agree with us about this, too. We are simply not wired to want that or enjoy it.
If I were you, I’d lose this guy. I think he’s a fake, and he’s also inconsiderate. There are true Alphas out there to serve. I wouldn’t waste time on this one.
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!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Master Anthony is one of the most extraordinary finds since this site has been rebuilt. A straight Alpha with movie star good looks and an effervescent joy of Alphahood radiating from him, Master Anthony has no problem pulling women and fucking them.
But his life took a radical turn when his friend Fabien unexpectedly submitted to him and offered himself as his personal faggot. Since that moment, an entire new world of absolute power opened up to him and he has ascended to levels of glory and pleasure that he ever imagined was possible.
All because he took ownership of a great faggot like Fabien!
Like any growing God Alpha, Master Anthony has been training his lieutenant Alphas of his Alpha Pack how to own and use their own faggots, and some of them have taken to ownership with just as much eagerness as Master Anthony! Two of his best Alpha friends, Henri and Charles, have taken faggots of their own and are also growing powerful under Master Anthony’s guidance. It’s been incredible to witness!
Master Anthony recently went on vacation with these two Alphas, and they were accompanied by their three faggots (Fabien, Clement, and Basile). Fabien already wrote about this trip RIGHT HERE, but Master Anthony wanted to add some Alpha perspective about the trip.
As always, it’s invaluable insight into the Alpha psyche:
Hey boy!
I saw that Fabien told you about our wonderful last vacation! My bros and I have had such a great time, playing, swimming, surfing, flirting and fucking girls, and ordering around three slaves at our beck and call!
You know, I can’t believe I’m saying that, but I think I truly love my house slave. He and I are a perfect symbiosis. He obeys my every wish, every gesture, every glance. Often, he even knows what I want before I say it, even before I know it myself! I love being bossy and pushy with him, but I can’t help showing him affection now and then. Hey, a superior man like me has also some tenderness in him! It’s only right that I care for my devoted, hard working serving boy!
Yesterday, as I was fucking him hard, face to face, I leaned over his face and gave him a true French kiss. The poor boy was in complete shock! I laughed so hard seeing him completely in ecstasy, all he could say was “Oh God, God, God…” So fucking adorable!
Oh and by the way, some days ago, as I was having breakfast in bed, Fabien gave a big loving kiss to my toe and said “That’s from my big brother Sam who sends his adoration for you, Master”. You inferior males are so funny! You wish so hard you could be serving me and worshipping me hey, sam? Well, keep praising my glory, I like that. You’re a good boy!
It’s impossible to not love Master Anthony. He’s so confident in everything that he does that he can do something like French kiss his faggot while he’s fucking him and it’s just play. He’s still the same straight Alpha he was before he took ownership of Fabien. This is simply a natural extension of his growing power, which he shrugs off with an affability that is almost confounding. He’s something absolutely unique!
I questioned Master Anthony about his development of fellow Alphas Henri and Charles. He responded beautifully:
Henri and Charles are LOVING having slaves as much I as do! And yeah I like to encourage them to try new things. Thank to me they tested the position of stomping on the head of a submissive while fucking it! That’s one of my favorites!
I also introduced Charles to double penetration with his slave. It was cool, especially as his (faggot) needs to be put in line a bit LOL
My favorite moment was with two chicks brought back from the beach. One kissed my mouth, another worshipped my cock, while two stooges (faggots) licked my feet! I felt crazy! In such moments, I realize I’m really a God!
I LOVE TO BE A MAN !
I cannot tell you how blessed I feel as both a student and teacher of Hierarchy to know a young God Alpha like Master Anthony. He’s so open and honest and full of life and power. He’s just a breathtaking example of how hierarchy transforms straight Alphas into more than they could ever know otherwise!
The following post is part of a thread following Master Simon, a divorced Alpha father raising three teen Alpha sons and teaching them about Hierarchy! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Over the years I’ve covered multiple stories of Alpha fathers raising Alpha and faggot sons. I’ve always maintained that, because hierarchy is a natural process, it’s only natural for fathers who have experienced hierarchy in their lives to be keen to pass that knowledge onto their sons. This type of hierarchical grooming gives these sons a huge advantage over other boys their age.
Yet I keep getting shit for covering this phenomenon, even though the preponderance of the evidence shows I’m right! So to those judgmental critics out there, I kindly say: GO FUCK YOURSELVES. I’m going to keep teaching the truth, and leave your sorry asses in darkness!
The latest example of familial hierarchical grooming comes from an Alpha father named Master Simon. He was reading about the recent stories here regarding the rise of teen Alphas like Master Lucas, and felt compelled to share his story as well.
Let’s read what he wrote, and then we’ll discuss:
Hey I am an alpha and a father i have three wonderful sons but i have left my wife after she cheated on me.
I used to use faggots before i met my wife and after a while she told me she was pregnant and i decided to stop using them for a while to focus on being a father. Flash forward 15 years and my wife cheats. I kicked her out the house. Flash forward another two years my sons are now ages 17 and 15 (the 17-year-olds are twins) and all are alphas like their father. I started using faggots again shortly after my wife left me and I have been open about it with my sons and encouraged them to pursue faggots to use in school. I now have found a fag (age 25) who is able to come in and live as a live in fag for me.
But my question: is it okay for me to share a fag with my sons or is that too immoral and weird?
So the first question really involves WHY Alpha fathers are so adamant in sharing the truth about faggots with their Alpha sons? It really comes down to a father wanting the best for his sons. He wants his sons to be predators, to be Kings, to have the inner permission to take whatever they want. An Alpha father who has benefitted from the use and service of faggots naturally wants that benefit for any of his sons.
That’s the motivation behind Master Simon’s mentorship of his sons. Personally, I just think it’s healthy that he’s honest with his sons about his own use of faggots. If nothing else, he’ll be leading an honest life that by itself serves as a good example.
As far as allowing his sons to use his new live-in faggot, of course there’s nothing wrong with that. Faggots exist to serve, and these three teen Alphas exist to conquer and breed just like their father.
But Master Simon was about to find out some shocking information about his sons:
The 25 year old I found at the gym. I noticed he staring a lot at me and after I went to take a shower he followed me and kept eyeing me in the shower. That’s how i knew what to do, so I told him know I what he is and said that we should go out for lunch after the gym (he paid ofc) and then I invited him home while the boys were at school and I think you know the rest.
The boys reaction to me talking about it with them was mixed. The twins told me they have been using fags at school already, but they did not know about hierarchy … they just did what came naturally to them. The 15 year old told me he felt better and bigger than most guys in his class.
I then did something shameful must confess. I don’t know why I did it, but I asked my sons to show me their dicks and compare them in front of me. I guess I wanted to get some sort of dick hierarchy in the house. I know it’s dumb and childish.
And for why I think he would be a live in fag is because I need one since I left my wife the house work has been left for me and I feel that is not the work for an alpha so I asked him about it and he said yes.
That was pretty surprising about the twins already using faggots together, just spurred on by instinct. But Master Simon’s dick-measuring contest with his Alpha sons really took me aback. I’m not a huge advocate of making dick size a really important topic for Alphas to worry about, but I realize among Alphas this is a big deal.
So I asked Master Simon for more detail on this.
Yes the twins used faggots together. They said they use one guy for blow jobs and to do their homework. They said it came naturally but they hid it from me out of fear of me being mad. Little did they know they made me proud!
And for the 15 year old, I don’t know how his mind works. I just know he told me he felt he was just better, but I think he just doesn’t fully understand how he feels yet but idk.
And I was very impressed by their sizes, but I was also taken aback by how my 15 year old son was bigger than me. But I also had a conversation about how size is not everything and to not think much about it.
The twins face fucking a faggot together sounds like straight-up porn stuff, doesn’t it? Of course, kids these days have easy access to any kind of porn they want, so they’re naturally more advanced in terms of fantasy fulfillment!
And I guess Master Simon’s dick-check exposed why the 15-year-old felt like he was “bigger and better” than other males!
So it should be obvious to anyone lurking here that Alphahood is a real condition, one that moves Alpha fathers to make choices for their sons that inferior people cannot understand or accept. But it isn’t anyone’s place to judge these superior Men. They are simply trying to feed their powerful sons all of the knowledge they can so that their sons can go out and conquer the world!
So I applaud Master Simon for being so open and honest with his Alpha sons!
I’m a 22 years old college student and quite new to the overall hierarchy and alpha scene I just found it this past couple months and was something I found hot to think about. Personally, I’ve never felt labeled anywhere somewhere between alpha/prealpha and maybe beta-dom as I’m a vers top were I mainly enjoy topping but I have bottomed a few times before.
My interest in hierarchy spiked again around 5 days ago when I saw one of my neighbors from my hometown posed a shirtless pic of himself at the gym. I had not seen him in over 4 years and now he was 18 and he had strong biceps, a wide chest, and what drew me the most was a strong set of 6pack abs.
Seeing his photo reminded me of something that happened a couple years back that I kind of forgot but realized was big to who I am. When I was a junior in high school we used to hang out afterschool because we grew up close to each other since elementary school. That year he got into football and especially wrestling. So he would often ask me to grapple with him which I did and I won just because I was older. However, in my senior year he ended up beating me multiple times despite being 4 years younger than me and the pinnacle moment was when he won and duct taped my hands behind my back and stood on top of my back. We never talked about it much because it was all friendly but after that we never wrestled as he trained with actual wrestlers.
Now looking back at it I’m realizing he was somewhat an alpha or I might not be as unlabeled as I thought. In the days after seeing his gym photo all I’ve been thinking about is his physique to the point where I canceled a hookup to jerk off. I’m starting to realize I definitely fall into the beta to even fag tier now as I’ve constantly thought about and even dreamt about him dominating me. I wanted to share this story because I think that so many moments like this happen to show people their place but I was just oblivious to it. Now I’m not sure how to even proceed with my newfound info especially considering how he’s much younger than me and I want to respect his boundaries. I don’t know if you have any advice on how to go about it especially if we don’t talk anymore?
As a note I am fine with the posting of the story but I’ve left the fields blank just because I don’t feel comfortable revealing my info just for my personal comfort.
Hi, thank you for writing!
Ah, those high school years are really something else, aren’t they? Before we even know what’s happening to our own bodies we are thrown into a daily petri dish of hormones, awkwardness, impulsiveness, and wild guesswork. The forces at work on us in high school run the gamut, from physical to mental to emotional to social. It’s amazing any of us survive it all.
If we are paying attention to the clues we receive in high school, we can really find out deep truths about ourselves. For instance, when I was 17 (before senior year) I was forced into submission by my straight Alpha friend to become his cocksucker. From there I figured out about my true calling as a faggot, and I never looked back.
For you, there was apparently a lot of information guiding you to believe in your Alphahood. But this one friend showed you something by overtaking you and eventually dominating you. It’s interesting to me that you apparently pushed that memory down and forgot about it … until that pic forced it back into your psyche.
This tells me that memory meant something more than just a passing feeling, but rather it was something your mind was fighting to suppress. So we shouldn’t try to ignore it.
I had a question like this before, and I advised the faggot to reach out to what was a former bully in high school, and it turned out well enough (they were geographically too far apart). Given that you parted as friends just a few years ago, there’s a great chance he’ll be glad to hear from you.
More importantly, I’ll bet that incident you mentioned had a tremendous effect on his life as well. That’s a pretty ringing endorsement for his Alphahood, and I’m sure it was a pivotal moment in his development.
So i recommend that you write to him (you could call too, possibly) and feel him out. Be complimentary about his physique, and toss in some commentary about that incident. Be complimentary about his power, and hint that it was a major turning point in your life. Chances are, he’ll pick up that hint and want to know why.
At this point, you’ll need to be a little brave and admit that the incident awakened submissive feelings in you. If he’s Alpha (as I suspect), he will pick that up and run with it.
Just try it. At worst, you’ll lose a friend you already don’t have. But I don’t think that’s what is going to happen.
I’ve never seen an Inversion Technique done like this before! Pretty fascinating!
I love the way that special cage locks the sissy’s clit inside the body! Almost perfectly flat!
I think I might be interested in trying that!
What about you??
Whether you’re owned or unowned, I think chastity is something all faggots need to consider. It will deepen your appreciation of both your own submission, as well as the value of true Men!
The following post is part of a thread following the long-term relationship between a 33-year-old faggot named Felipe (Phil) and his Master Klaus. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I think the idea of being in a long-term service relationship is a great one for most faggots, and a solid learning experience for Alphas. Faggots need structure, discipline, and guidance, and this is best delivered in a live-in situation where an Alpha can monitor the fag’s progress. On the other hand, Alphas learn a lot about ownership and planning and teaching by taking on the responsibility of owning personal faggots.
Felipe is an early-thirties faggot living in Chile. He recently wrote to me to tell me about his relationship with his long-term boyfriend/Master Klaus.
My name is Phil, I’m from Chile. I’ve been reading your website and listening to your podcasts for some time now, and they’ve helped me open my mind and realize certain things about myself.
To give you some context, I’m a 33-year-old gay man. I’m slim and short in stature. I’ve been in a relationship with Klaus for 10 years, where I’m the bottom and he’s the top.
Klaus is caring and affectionate, and he has a kind and sociable personality that makes it easy for him to connect with others. He’s taller than me—he could be described as a bear, which I find very attractive. Sexually, Klaus becomes quite dominant, often telling me what to do during most of our encounters, though he also gives me some space to take initiative at times.
Over time, his dominance has increased—but only in the sexual realm. As our relationship has evolved, he started spanking and slapping me, and having me wear lingerie and other feminine clothing. He always cums inside my pussy or in my mouth (this has been the case for all 10 years), and he has my consent to fuck me even while I’m asleep. Recently, he has started asking me to worship his feet—without sucking them—and he has also urinated on me while I’m in the shower. I enjoy all of these activities, and they’ve helped me realize that I’m happy being submissive and dominated by him, which makes me feel like his f4g.
I’m willing to continue exploring these practices, and thanks to what I’ve read on your blog, I’ve realized that I want to be more service-oriented in every way. I now try to take care of household chores, especially cleaning (I’m terrible at cooking). But I’m not sure what else I can do to be his f4g at all times.
Well, I just wanted to share this with you so you could know my story, and how you’ve inspired me to keep learning and improving to become the best version of myself and i hope you can give me some advise to increase Klaus’ dominance.
I think it’s pretty common for Alphas to slowly turn up the heat of dominance with their faggot partner over time. It’s the “safer” route, I suppose.
Felipe wanted tips on how to increase Master Klaus’s dominance, but frankly, I think Felipe is doing a great job already. The issue here isn’t Felipe’s effort, but Master Klaus’s needs. Not every Alpha wants/needs to be overly dominant. I think Master Klaus is largely exploring more and expressing more as it develops within himself, and that’s healthy.
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!
I love having God Alphas hovering over this site like mighty eagles. It makes me feel safe, but also constantly on high alert. I’m already a pretty conscientious, hard-working faggot, but these great Alphas keep me on my toes and force me to elevate my standards!
Of these, Master Toople is unparalleled. His vast level of real-world experience as an Alpha Master, coupled with an expressive, precise intellect, make him the perfect counterpoint to my own insights.
I knew the recent “Question From Readers” post from Master Aiden regarding his hierarchical struggles with a college Alpha named Master Ray (CLICK HERE) was something Master Toople would understand.
And sure enough, he appeared with this:
Aiden has already replied, but I do want to give my comments. Aiden has fallen into the complacency trap. An alpha presence turns inferior males on, it’s instinctual for both alphas and fags. We are admired and served and worshipped. However, that doesn’t mean alphas should sit back and expect fags to fall into our laps and onto our cocks. Aiden seems to have lapsed in that. He owned Jack and Leo, but seemed to not have done enough to keep them as his own.
I guarantee that any god alpha, any apex alpha, doesn’t wait. We TAKE and we ACT. We control, we persuade, we care, we break. Verbal and non-verbal commands are our tool and weapon, and if we don’t use it, fags won’t respond. My presence is overwhelmingly constant on my fag’s will, mind and body, at all times even when I am not physically there. They should crave, anticipate, want, and always still have some measure of disbelief at my sheer dominance.
Some alphas are unaware of the dominance sleeping inside of them until they are introduced to it. Ray clearly never experienced the heat of owning and exerting power of other males until now. He was awakened. And quickly rose to what he was entitled to. And Aiden, who introduced him to it, is now both confused and wary of Ray’s sudden rise.
Alphas are naturally competitive. We are territorial. We share, but we own. When two alphas meet who do not mesh well or respect each other, there is always a power struggle until one settles under the other. I cannot count how many alphas, proud and virile, have submitted after such a struggle. How having holes of their own to use didn’t stop them shaking as my cock filled their holes to breaking point. How many of their own fags I have returned, worn out and gratified beyond their capabilities.
If Aiden wishes to reclaim his masterhood, he needs to work on his intent, be demanding, and make his brand of alphahood something his fags would tremble for. Clearly Ray possesses something he doesn’t. But hierarchy cares not for feelings, only qualities. Aiden needs to choose. Should he feel proud of awakening another alpha, feeling proud of ‘raising’ another powerful male who has grown past himself? Should he feel jealous and concerned of his own alphahood being swallowed up? That is up to him. Some of my alphas who I have broken have rebuilt themselves and learnt from how I use and control them. They return to their own fags full of vigour and will, in full knowledge that they themselves will be on their knees in front of me.
Aiden has that chance to show he is still an alpha, but to also find his place amongst the hierarchy of alphas.
This post above by Master Toople should be taught in a class for Alphas. It strikes at the central power struggle always occurring within the Alpha hierarchy. It also underlines certain values and emotions that Alphas feel that the rest of us (including me) are not privy to know. Re-read it carefully, and you will have a deeper understanding of the glory as well as the burden Alphas carry with them.
These power struggles between Alphas are part of the “sharpening” process the Bible hinted at long ago. “As iron sharpens iron, so one Man sharpens his friend.” (Proverbs 27: 17) Alphas might clash like two mighty hippopotamuses, jaws wide and roaring, their power and rage apparent to all, but finish side-by-side, panting and laughing like warrior brothers.
Because that is what they are: warrior brothers.
In the end, the small skirmishes between Alphas pale in comparison to the greater glory of ruling the world together, shoulder-to-shoulder. Of being worshiped together by the same flock of inferiors, females, betas, and faggots, all at their feet.
And above these warrior brothers are even mightier God Alphas like Master Toople, who keeps watch over the entirety of his domain, shepherding them by the light of his own vision.
I never thought I would write back so quick but I haven’t been too honest with myself. What I didn’t mention about me thinking I might be a beta/fag instead of an alpha is lately I’ve found myself enjoying the smell of the gym. At first I thought it was just because I’ve loved being at the gym to work out but my friend in my frat left his workout shirt on my bed and I had to stop myself from going up and smelling it. When I first wrote to you I think I knew a bit that I might not be an alpha like I thought, but I guess I was holding out hope you would tell me I just lost my way. After reading a bit though I have to say I don’t think I’m an alpha and it might have been just the hometown I grew up in.
I never gave you any background but I’m Asian, around 5’11 with a six pack and a six inch dick. In my hometown which was more Asians I stood out and I think that’s why I thought I was an alpha but being here now with other guys I feel my confidence of standing out slipping away. The reason I’m writing so soon was today my frat friend asked me to give him a massage because he was sore and called me a “good boy for being obedient.” I tried to ignore it but that phrase has been echoing in my head since then and I can’t lie I’ve been thinking about his bulge all day. I think just being a more masculine jock is making be hesitant of accepting being inferior that I have to be a top at least. Do you have any tips of overcoming my dignity because my heart is telling me I should try serving to see if I enjoy it but my head is too proud to submit? Or how I could approach my friend ir if you think he already knows? I apologize for the lengthy excerpt but I feel this is a subject I can’t talk to anyone else about.
Thank you for following up on your previous question! Yes, a change in location can often give us a fresh perspective on hierarchy at large, and the wider view of Men and how they interact in other places. Suddenly we see that Men don’t always act the same way in other cultures and environments.
But let’s get to your pressing issue. Yes, your Alpha frat friend is absolutely pushing buttons with you because he either (a) wants you to be his faggot, or (b) suspects you might be a faggot he can break.
He tried two very effective tests to determine this. First, he commanded that you give him a massage (and you complied). Then, he said, “You’re a good boy for being obedient”, which is a demeaning phrase to an Alpha (but you accepted it).
In other words, you failed both of his tests. Right now he is probably thinking about how to take ownership of you. You already gave him the information he needed through those simple tests, and as far as he’s concerned he has the green light to take whatever he wants.
Let’s get this out of the way: you’re not going to be a Top.
The feelings you’re describing are fundamental aspects of being a faggot. Your true position in hierarchy has been revealed, and you cannot escape it no matter what you try to do. Forget about your so-called dignity as a Man. Your PURPOSE is on the line!
So the remaining question is this: how do you deal with this Alpha friend who is clearly targeting you? You have two choices, really: (1) wait until he finally forces you into submission, or (2) greet him by kneeling before him and telling him the truth.
In my opinion, the second option is better because that way you maintain some dignity and agency over your own faghood. That way you’re not a “victim” of Alpha manipulation, but are instead honestly offering yourself him for use and service.
The clock is ticking now. He’s on to you and he’s pretty sure what you are. Either way, it won’t be long before you’re serving him. All that remains is how YOU want it to happen.
Good luck, brother. If you need help, you can always write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com!
I’m a 26yo guy who has a very appealing body and attractive face however I’m very underdeveloped down there.
for me I see it as a non issue but when I try to pick up fags they tend to ignore me due to my small dick. I have never thought about serving a man myself and always have seen myself as an alpha.
so does my small 3.5’ dick make me a faggot and I should accept it?
Sir, thank you for writing!
I’m sorry you’re feeling insecure about this, Sir. I’m always frustrated by this issue of penis size, because it really doesn’t matter. You’re Alpha based on the qualities you have inside, not outside.
In other words, you’re not a faggot unless you have a need to serve Men. To submit to them, be owned by them, etc. You clearly don’t have that need at all, so you’re not a faggot.
Sadly, many faggots are shallow size queens who think way too highly of themselves. They forget that their entire purpose on Earth is to serve superior Men like yourself. So try to keep that mental attitude and remember your actual place in Hierarchy.
I’ll tell you this: I casually served a straight Alpha named Eric for about two years. His dick was not much bigger than mine, and mine is small (he also had a Prince Albert piercing that was incredibly annoying while sucking him off). But there was never any doubt that he was the Alpha and he expected me to serve him. When he fucked me, he’d wrap his muscular arm around my throat and press his massive, muscular body on top of me and hammer me like there was no tomorrow. I loved how animalistic he sounded when he bred me.
He was the living embodiment of this joke a friend said once when someone was mocking his dick size: “Hey, even three inches hurts when it’s going 100 MPH!”
If this is bothering you too much, focus on other forms of worship like pits, feet, domestic, etc. Get into findom and make faggots worship you with their treasure. Become rich and honored by faggots the world over. I promise, your dick size won’t bother you so much anymore, Sir!
You were born a King, Sir! So fulfill that destiny!
Hey man I wrote to you a couple days ago about trying to figure out the hierarchy with my struggles with my friend I introduced to being an alpha. I appreciate the insights and after reading more I realized that I was questioning my status because I was Asian and physically less appealing than my friend, but now I know that being an alpha often is beyond simple physical traits, but rather a mentality that I lost for a second but regained. Things have reverted back to normal since I talked with Ray and Leo has come back to serving me. While I still need to look through alpha hierarchy I was wondering what role does an alpha/apex alpha play for a god alpha and is it possible to become a good alpha from an alpha? Overall, I know I’m an alpha for sure I’m just struggling how an alpha hierarchy would work if I’m below a bigger alpha.
Master Aiden, welcome back! Thank you so much for writing again!
I felt bad about my response to your first question, because I thought I was too blunt with you. However, I was concerned because I hate to see Alphas struggling with their place or their worthiness. You’re in the prime of your life and you’re ALPHA! This is the time when you can shine brightest and use your overwhelming power to live your best life!
I’m so glad to hear that you had a talk with Master Ray! This is what needed to happen. You’re both Alpha, so there needs to be mutual respect between Alpha brothers. Ultimately, you both are part of an earthwide Alpha fraternity that rules our world together, so there needs to be harmony and agreement amongst those rulers!
Also, I’m sure Leo feels much better back in your service, Master! I would probably reprimand him for his unfaithfulness (although faggots are notorious for this). I’m sure you’ve already dealt with that in your own way.
To your question: I’ll answer in militaristic terms, if I may, for the purpose of illustration. God Alphas are like Generals, Apex Alphas are like Lieutenant-Generals, and Alphas are like Major-Generals. One tier “serves” or obeys/follows the tier above it. You can see this behavior in action when there are a group of Alphas working together (like a sports team, for example).
God Alphas are the ones all Alphas follow, look to for advice, and receive instruction. The Alphas closest to the God Alpha are typically Apex Alphas, and they keep a pretty tight social circle devoid of even other Alphas because that is how direction is plotted and disseminated to the rest of the pack.
I generally tend to think God Alphas are born that way, but certainly an Alpha or Apex Alpha can try to assert themselves as a God Alpha. Other Alphas will either accept this assertion of power, or reject it … that’s the true test of God Alphahood.
Hierarchy is a natural process. We can’t usually bend it to our will. It will always tell us what we truly are.
I hope that helped, Master! I’m so happy to hear that you’re reclaiming your Alphahood and approaching it with a clear, focused vision! Go forth and conquer, Master!
