Hello Brother Sam, I’m curious. Have you heard any updates regarding fag Kamal and his Alpha? It’s somewhat surprising how unique fag Kamal’s circumstances are and how fortunate he is that he’s able to serve an alpha who chooses to remain compassionate and loving after his confession to him.
Thank you for the question!
Sadly no, I haven’t heard an update from Kamal since he bravely submitted to his Alpha uncle Master Farid (CLICK HERE for all of his posts). I do publish everything when I receive it, so I assure you I’m not leaving anything out!
I do hope it’s going well! Thank you for checking in!
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Well, Titouan had an exciting summer servicing random straight Alphas on the beach and whatnot (as all young fags tend to do!), but the summer is winding down now and routine returns to everyone’s lives. For Titouan, that means returning to his straight, married Master and the secret apartment used to service him.
Not a bad trade-off, particularly given that his Master is taking time to train Titouan and mold his mind into a more obedient servant (although Titouan is already an excellent faggot). Every Alpha has his own plans for his fags, and this Master is no exception.
Here’s Titouan’s update about his Master:
My Paris Alpha made me go with him yesterday to a discreet Paris sex club, there were other mature men and sexy girls, he wanted a girl to lick and suck me, she did it, and did it so well. When we went back to the place where he sees me and presumably other boys (not in same part of Paris as his family apartment), he asked me how it was. i answered truth, that it made me realize the huge pleasure it can be. i know why he did this (after i had told him another daddy had same idea when i was even younger). Knowing really what it is maximizes frustration when after it’s forbidden and you have to wear chastity. And i understand for the Alpha his pleasure is maximized by knowing it’s reserved for him, and by his faggot’s frustration. i already feel so jealous of other boys who can freely have their dicks sucked, but it makes me feel even more the fairness of hierarchy, and makes me even more eager to serve Alphas and to give them maximum pleasure.
Now it’s what we call “courses de rentrée” = back to (high)school (or university) shopping.
For my Alpha I offer him sexy underwear (pic 1), expensive but as a real male deserves, so exciting to see it on him, very soft fabric and big bulge, and to know he’s going to wear it as well in front of others either girls or other guys.
My Alpha also ordered me to buy (pic 2) chastity cage I’ll have to wear two weeks as punishment for going with another Daddy during my holiday. i know He has right to punish me and i deserve it, as the fair rule is He can see other boys, but i as twink faggot must have sex only with Him & the ones He decides and chooses ( told me something about this last point, i wonder who it could be). Must buy small size because of my little dick. And still the other rule that i must wear only boyish tighty whities, other way of making me humiliated when seen and laughed at by other boys or girls, and reminding the superiority of Alphas of any age, and my place as jeune pédale (young faggot).
My Alpha added third thing i must buy, after boyish whities & chastity cage
sent me these pics (tu achètes aussi = you buy also this)
after seeing some videos on gayboystube, he’s very excited at idea of spanking me his young faggot before i must lick and suck him , i know it is his right as Alpha Daddy
Looks like Master is intending to have some creative fun with his little faggot Titouan! Can’t wait to hear how it goes!
The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I spent a semester abroad in Italy the summer I finally understood what I was.
I was twenty-something, soft, eager, and quietly starving for something I didn’t have a name for yet. Near the end of term a very handsome 41-year-old man—recently divorced, taking a month in a little villa in the countryside—invited me to stay with him for a week. I said yes without hesitation.
When I stepped off the train and saw him waiting, the first thought that hit me was how beautiful he looked in the late-afternoon light. Handsome as the sun. I wasn’t scared. I was excited.
The second we were alone in the car he told me to get on my knees. He needed to cum. I did it right there, like a good fag, and swallowed every drop. That was only the appetizer.
After dinner and a shower the real week began. Every time his cock got hard—which was often—he used me. He’d be watching television and I’d lean over, get him hard with my mouth, then climb into his lap so he could push inside me. He decided early on that all of his cum belonged in my ass. No waste. No exceptions. By the end of each day I was carrying at least five of his loads inside me, sometimes more. Thick, heavy, leaking out of me whenever I stood or sat.
He was powerful—not cruel, not mean, just overflowing with power. He knew exactly what he wanted and he took it. Spit ran down my chin while I sucked him. Cum filled my hole until it was overflowing. Once a day he would stand over me in the bathroom or the garden and piss on me, warm and deliberate, marking me. I trusted him completely. I never flinched. I opened my mouth when he told me to, tilted my head back, and let it run down my chest and stomach. Spit, piss, and cum—every single day. And I enjoyed every single moment of it.
A couple of days in, something shifted. He had me on my back on the couch, legs folded open, driving into me with slow, heavy thrusts while the television murmured in the background. My little soft dick was bouncing uselessly against my stomach. Then the pressure inside me built past the point I could control. My whole body started shaking. My hole clenched hard around him. And without a single touch to my cock I began to cum—clear, helpless spurts pulsing out of my limp dick while he kept fucking me through it.
I looked up at him, dazed, still shaking. He looked down at me and something changed in his eyes.
It wasn’t just arousal. It was recognition. Pure, sudden alpha epiphany. He saw my body betraying itself for him—saw that his cock alone was enough to make a fag cum without permission—and the knowledge hit him like a drug. His thrusts got deeper, more possessive. He growled under his breath, almost laughing, and kept pounding me while I twitched and leaked, completely undone. From that moment on he knew exactly what he was. He started calling himself my alpha out loud, and I felt how true it was.
The rest of the week was the same pattern: his cock in my hole whenever he wanted it, load after load left inside me, the daily shower of his piss, the constant taste of his spit and cum. Every night after he’d finished he’d hold me, stroke my hair, tell me I’d done well. He was sweet about it. He took care of me because he knew I had given myself completely to his power.
Sunday came and I had to leave. He said a friend would drive me to the station. On the way the friend asked if I’d had a good time. I said yes, then admitted I was uncomfortable sitting.
“How so?”
I told him the truth about the week—the five loads a day, the piss, the way my hole stayed open and full, the way I came hands-free just from being used. He laughed, soft and knowing, and said, “Ti ha rotto il culo.” (“He broke your ass.”) Then he pulled over, parked on the side of the road, and told me to lean over. “That’s your job,” he said. I knew he was right. I opened my mouth and did it.
After he finished he didn’t let me sit back up right away. He kept one hand on the back of my neck, looking down at me while I wiped my mouth.
“You’re really a faggot,” he said, almost gently. “Look at you. With that culo rotto you’ll never go back. You’re a fag for the rest of your life now. You better get used to serving real men like us.”
He said it again when he started the engine, quieter this time, like he was simply confirming something obvious. And once more when he dropped me at the station, leaning out the window:
“Remember what I told you. You’re done pretending. Serve real men.”
I didn’t argue. I just nodded, still tasting him, still leaking the week’s worth of cum, and felt how true every word was.
When the summer ended and I was back home I understood something permanent: how right it felt to be a fag, and how much certain men enjoy the power of using one. That week in the Italian countryside became my private reference point. The secret I carry. And whenever I meet a man who recognizes what I am, it still works the same way.
I was cunted that summer. There was spit and piss and cum, and I loved every second of it. And it was fantastic.
Yours, Mr. Fag
One of my proudest achievements with this site has been the description, naming, and categorization of CUNTING. When it happened to me the first time, I didn’t have any resources to fall back on to help me understand it. Once I finally did on this site, I was deluged by faggots asking me questions and sharing their experiences with it. Today, there simply is no other resource online that contains the wealth of information and real-life experiences than this site.
Mr. Fag’s experience shows just how powerful that experience can be! This was essentially his revelation, the moment he left whatever his life was before and embraced a new truth. It’s beautifully-written, but more importantly, it’s honest. I want all faggots to experience this transformation for themselves!
I also want Alphas to appreciate the power they have to enact this life-changing transformation in faggots. Armed with their Alpha cocks and their Alpha dominance, they are able to pound a new reality into a faggot and force a most dramatic transformation. It’s beautiful in many ways, most of all the fact that cunting cements real ownership for the life of the faggot.
There simply is nothing more powerful than the cunting of a faggot by an Alpha in all of hierarchy. It practically defines hierarchy. I hope every Alpha and every faggot can experience it for themselves!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Maybe once a generation a God Alpha appears who seems to not only overcome all challengers and obstacles, but who also alters our perception of reality and possibilities. This one effortlessly controls others as easily as a child plays with toys, and all of creation seems to bow to his will.
In the series DUNE, this one is called the “Kwisatz Haderach”, or universal super-being.
In our world today, he is called Master Anthony.
Ever since I first started featuring him on the site, there has been a growing contingent of my readers who have become obsessed with him. For Master Anthony, this is nothing new. Everywhere he goes people cater to him, submit to him, and serve his whims.
After I published yesterday’s update from Fabien, I received the following question:
“Could you ask Master Anthony if he still owns or uses Daniel his teacher?”
I felt a bit embarrassed that I’d forgotten about Daniel, so I asked Master Anthony. Here was his reply:
Good faggot! Yeah of course Daniel is still a slave of my stable! I gave him a break for the summer and I’m no longer his student now, but he begged me to keep using him after that! LOL I’ll check with him to see if he’s being compliant and obedient with the Alpha students he’ll have in his classes next year. Over time, I’ll see if I still require his services or if I’ll just leave him to the next generations of Alphas who will attend the university with him.
Taking a quick look at your site, it seems like Fabien didn’t tell you when Daniel begged me to fuck him in the ass? My boy forgot his homework! I’m going to have to punish him hard!
I thought that was an excellent answer by Master Anthony, but I wondered what he meant about a missing story regarding Daniel.
And wouldn’t you know, a couple of hours later I received an update from Fabien:
My beloved big brother, please forgive me again! It was back in May, I had even drafted an email to send you to tell you the new, but then I got caught up in other things and it slipped my mind…
One Saturday night, during an Alpha Pack party at the apartment with several slaves, Daniel was there to pour drinks and serve as a footrest. The Alphas raped several of us, and Anthony did me the honor of ass-fucking in front of his bros. Even though my master’s boot was pressing down on my head while he shoved his big cock deep into my ass, I could still see that Daniel was mesmerized. He was practically drooling!
The next Monday, after Daniel’s class, Anthony had throat-fucked him in his office and left him covered in cum, then went to hang out with his friends. Daniel texted me, and we exchanged several messages. Here’s a translation of them:
“Fabien, I have to tell you something. Ever since Saturday night, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I dream about Anthony taking me from behind, but at the same time, it scares me. Do you think I should talk to him about it?”
“YES! Tell him! No, better: BEG HIM to ass-fuck you! Believe me, brother, he will be thrilled and he will accept. You will reach new peak of slave happiness!”
“I fear it hurts…”
“Of course it will hurt. A lot. But what is more important? Your comfort or Anthony’s pleasure? You already know the right answer.”
After a moment without a reply, I sent him one last message. “You are a natural slave. You know it. Remember your place! Do your duty! I know you will make me proud, brother.”
I let Daniel mull it over. The next evening, while I was worshiping Anthony’s feet as he relaxed watching TV, Daniel came over to the apartment. He rushed over and knelt before the Master and mumbled “Master, forgive me to bother you, but I need to ask you a big favor. You have done me the honor of enslaving me and showing me my true nature. Would you be willing to sodomize me, Master? I beg you with all my inferior heart.” Then he fervently kissed Anthony’s feet. Anthony beamed and roared. He said “How far have you come, slave? Here you are, crawling at my feet, begging me to take your anal virginity. Boy, go get some lube!”
I rushed to obey as Anthony pulled out his cock. He grabbed Daniel roughly, threw him onto the couch, and pulled down his pants. I assisted my Master in sliding his wonderful cock into his teacher’s hole. Anthony didn’t go easy on him; I could see Daniel moaning in pain and shedding tears. I stayed close to him (Anthony was holding me down on the ground with his boot, too) and whispered words of encouragement to my brother, advising him to kiss his pendant engraved with Anthony’s name. I was very proud of him: after that, he thanked Anthony very emphatically!
Since that day, during parties with other Alpha students, Daniel has been fucked in the ass and spit-roasted several times. If you could have seen his eyes… You could tell just how much of his ego, every last shred of his masculinity, had vanished. All that remained was the realization that he had finally found his place as a slave and sex toy to his own students.
Here’s the story, my beloved bg brother! I hope it pleases you! Sorry for taking so long to share it with you!
Lots of love!
fab the fag
Now THAT is one hell of an update!
I love this update not only because it shows how methodically Master Anthony submitted and trained Daniel, but also because the story highlights Master Anthony’s overwhelming power to force others (including Alphas) to obey him!
God Alphahood fits Master Anthony like a superhero suit!
Flush with power because of Fabien’s adoring update, Master Anthony finished with this flourish:
Here you are, faggot, you have it! You can see why daniel is so desperate for me to keep him as a slave, hey? I’m sure you faggots are forever in love with the Alpha who ass-fucked first haha!
Bye, faggot!
And then Master Anthony added a message in French for Fabien:
Voilà un bon garçon obéissant ! Tu es pardonné, va ! Je suis un Maître miséricordieux. Mais je vais peut-être quand même te fesser, juste pour le fun !
Translated:
There’s a good, obedient boy! You’re forgiven—go on! I am a merciful Master. But I might spank you anyway, just for fun!
Fabien is the luckiest faggot on the planet to be owned and used by Master Anthony! He is the perfect faggot for a most perfect King!
Thank you to both my Master Anthony and my brother Fabien for this!
Hello to the Hierarchy University team. Firstly, I want to praise the incredible platform and content you have built here. Your articles and insights are absolutely brilliant and they’ve been a real eye-opener for me. You explain the raw truths about dominance and submission with a level of honesty that just can’t be found anywhere else. It has truly helped me understand my own mind much better.
I’m 34 and I’m hitting you up because I’m dealing with a really heavy internal conflict that’s messing with my head, and I could use your blunt perspective.
In my everyday life, I’m into women. I want a normal, vanilla relationship. I get real attraction and erections when I see women out in the world or at the gym. But here’s the catch: whenever I’m with a woman in bed, I just cannot cum. The attraction and the erection are there, but I simply can’t ejaculate, which ends up causing me a ton of stress. Even when I watch straight porn, I’m only drawn to very specific kinky stuff—like intense female submission, voyeurism, and scenes where women are completely dominated by multiple guys with huge packages.
But the real mindfuck happens when I go online. I don’t necessarily stare at a screen for 10 hours straight, but I compulsively open dozens of porn tabs at the same time, jumping between intense submissive male dominance and feminization fantasies. This hits a trigger that sends me straight to dating apps like PlanetRomeo, looking for hardcore chats with dominant Alphas.
My fetishes are very specific: I’m obsessed with total submission and “penis erasure.” In porn, I usually get turned on by bottoms wearing thong-strings and jockstraps. i want to be in their place! In my own life, I’ve started buying all this gear—tight jockstraps, strings, full-face masks, and even full-body fishnet bodystockings. I regularly take highly provocative, slutty photos of myself in this gear and upload them to these apps to attract Alphas who will treat me like an object. In those moments, I just want to feel like a fully feminized “woman” where the Alpha is the only one who holds the power and masculinity in the room.
This constant back-and-forth between my straight reality and this hidden submissive urge is causing me massive anxiety. I feel completely trapped.
My questions for you are:
Is it common to experience such an aggressive split—where my romantic and aesthetic attraction is 100% for women (even carrying over the same submission/size fetishes into straight porn), but the raw, hardcore urge to be an absolute slut is directed entirely toward men? How do these two sides connect?
If I decide to bring this fetish into reality just once—like a real-life session focusing on submission with an Alpha—just to get closure and stop this endless cycle of opening tabs and app-chatting, will it help me get it out of my system, or will it just pull me deeper into a lifestyle that contradicts what I want in my everyday life?
Thanks for your time and your help!
Thank you for your complex question! I can sense that you’re really struggling with this!
I want to address the “aggressive split” you’re experiencing head-on, because I think I understand it, You see, I’m 1000% a faggot, but despite being gay my entire life and a faggot since the age of 17, I also dated and had sex with girls from 15-17. I loved being romantic and passionate with them, having them on my arm on double dates and enjoying the perks of a “normal” heterosexual life. I enjoyed backseat fumbling and fingering, the kissing, the tits, etc. Even though I knew it was all a lie, the “romantic and aesthetic attraction” was still pulling me in.
Now, sexually I still had full erections and “performed” (badly) in bed, but I was a teenager. I could’ve fucked a tree at that time. Sex was awkward, embarrassing, and uncomfortable for me. It felt alien to me. It didn’t take much introspection to understand why – I was GAY.
Then Master Roger came along and forced me to realize it went much deeper than homosexuality. I was born a faggot, and there was no going back aftrer that.
I give you that personal experience because I do think that’s what’s going on with you but you’re still in denial/fighting it. If you’re actually straight, then you’re a “beta-sub” male who needs extreme humiliation to feel complete, or you’re a gay faggot who is in denial about it.
I think you’re desiring Alpha dominance because their overwhelming power feeds into your need to be humiliated/feminized. I think this is a the real crux of the issue with you, but I’m unsure if you’re coming at it from the straight beta-sub angle or the faggot-in-denial angle, And that’s something only you can answer through experimentation and honest self-discovery.
But by “experimentation”, I DO NOT mean piddling around on apps and screens. That will not help you. Get on something like TheBlowers.com or Sniffies.com and meet up with a couple of Alphas. Have real experiences with real Alphas (not online Alphas). Enough with the games and lies. It’s time to find out where you really belong!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been an excruciatingly long time since I last heard from my faithful brother Fabien, the French faggot owned by straight, Tom Holland-lookalike Master Anthony (last update was APRIL!). However, I knew two things: (1) serving a straight God Alpha like Master Anthony will keep any faggot busy, and (2) Fabien was planning another wondrous, months-long summer break for his Master and his Alpha pack! I certainly didn’t want to interrupt any of that!
But you can imagine my joy when I opened my email last night to find a letter from my brother! Just listen to how Fabien starts it off:
My beloved big brother!
I am so so so sorry! As I was cleaning out my emails, I realized I failed to reply to your last email before summer! Brother, I beg your forgiveness on my knees! I’m an unworthy, ungrateful little brother!
Such a little drama queen! LOL! That’s okay, though! A little groveling is good for us fags!
But here’s Fabien’s fabulous update:
This summer is AMAZING, and I’ve been super busy! We spent a good part of August in Spain, where we got to see a total solar eclipse. I can tell you that Anthony was very pleased with me. When he heard about the event, he told me to do everything necessary so he could see it. He then discovered that I’d already had everything planned for weeks just in case: a vacation there for him and his Alpha brothers and their own slaves, and special glasses for the Masters to watch the eclipse… He was over the moon! He fucked me in the ass all evening and let me sleep next to him, with my head near his cock. I love it when my Master is this happy with me! I’m so thrilled! On the day of the event, Anthony allowed me to watch the eclipse and lent me his glasses for a few minutes, while the other slaves had to remain on the ground at their masters’ feet and worship them for the entire time. They were only able to look during the total phase of the eclipse. That’s only natural: Alphas have privileges! After all they’re the sunshine in our lives and they light up our days all the time!
Before that, in July, we visited several beaches and vacation resorts in North Africa. It was a smaller group, with just Henri and his slave Clément. The four of us had a wonderful time together. Clément and I are now in complete symbiosis in serving our two Masters, just as they are with each other. We love to watch their manly friendship and being their servants and playthings when they’re enjoying themselves together. We massaged and licked their feet several times while they were sunbathing side by side by the pool in public! Some of the other tourists were surprised, but it became a habit, and we were thrilled to reveal the truth of Hierarchy! I can tell you that some beautiful young girls were turned on by the sight and ended up in the masters’ beds… I have to say, I love seeing this wonderful brotherhood between my Master and his best mate Henri. And I admit I feel a twinge of pride at all the little signs that show Anthony is the leader and Henri is one level below him in the hierarchy. He always gets first dibs on choices (girls, activities…), and even though they often have moments of rivalry (in physical challenges, games…), Anthony always wins, and Henri clearly respects his superiority. But of course, that doesn’t change the fact that Henri is light-years aove me in the Hierarchy and that I happily grovel at his feet!
Also, this summer was a lot of fun for Anthony at the movies, with two films starring Tom Holland! My Master jokingly asked me if I would leave him to serve Tom if I had the chance; I replied that I already had a God who welcomed me at his feet, and that this privilege was more than enough for one inferior. To me, Anthony is already Spider-Man, Telemachus, and all the heroes, kings, and gods of history!
Anthony and I are going to spend the rest of August in a villa by the sea with an older cousin of his, who’s about my age. My Master told me that his cousin is undoubtedly an Alpha, but has no experience owning slaves. I wonder how that’s going to turn out!
I apologize again and again for taking so long to reply to you! I’m often overwhelmed and exhausted, though I’m very happy to devote my life to making my beloved Master Anthony’s life even better. But I should never forget that I owe it all to you for opening my eyes to my true nature and my destiny as a faggot. I kiss your feet in shame and guilt! And I’ll kiss Anthony’s feet and suck his cock for you!
Lots of love!
fab the fag
Such a wonderful update!
One thing Fabien excels at is preparation and anticipation. He’s always ten steps ahead, planning ways to satisfy his Master’s needs long before his Master knows he needs it! This is not easy, but Fabien makes it seem easy because of his natural talents.
Another thing Fabien is especially good at is keeping his ego and jealousy in check. Many faggots struggle with this (I know I did), but Fabien knows his place and embraces it. In fact, I’d say Fabien enjoys the fact that he’s Master Anthony’s personal slave and plaything. He’s so humble that it makes my heart rejoice!
So I wrote back to Fabien with some of my thoughts, as well as a stern refusal on Fabien’s offer of foot worship. I wanted to know how he was able to afford all of these lavish vacations, as well as how he was handling hearing/warching Master Anthony fuck girls. He replied this way:
Haha! I don’t turn tricks on the side (no time for that!), but it’s true that my finances are tight! Fortunately, I manage to save up during the year, since I no longer treat myself to anything other than pleasing my Master (which is more than enough!) and other slaves of the Alpha pack contribute to the Masters’ lifestyle! Thanks to our combined efforts, we are able to provide them with a living standard that comes a little closer to what they are entitled to.
My Master sometimes does me the honor of letting me be there when he’s fucking girls! Not always, but sometimes I’m kneeling in a corner or at the foot of the bed. Once, I was licking his toes while the girl was riding him. I’d say I find him a little gentler and more considerate with the girls. Mind you, he’s obviously very dominant and expects them to respect and to worship him, to say so and to show it! But you can sense a desire to be a little more romantic and to care at least a little about their own pleasure. Whereas when he fucks me or one of our faggot brothers… Let’s just say we’re not much more than living sex toys! LOL I also get the impression that he growls and roars more when he’s fucking me, whereas he makes moans of pleasure with the girls… But maybe I’m just being overly interpretive!
I will be more than happy to worship Anthony’s feet and cock to make amend to you! Thank you for giving me such a punishment!
Lots of love,
fab the fag
I do wonder if Master Anthony is using these fuck sessions as a training method for Fabien, or if he just likes showing off (might be a combination of both). When used with affection, this method of allowing a fag to watch can be a bonding experience. But when it’s used to retrain a jealous fag, it becomes a more painful Nuclear Method of destroying/rebuilding a fag. Thankfully, there is genuine love between Master Anthony and Fabien!
I told Fabien to kiss Master Anthony’s feet and suck his dick for me if he really wanted to apologize for leaving me hanging.
So it was no surprise when I received something in the mail today:
Hey faggot!
My good boy fab sucked me off and told me it was from you haha! Nice of you to check in! fab told me he gave you the gist of our summer. It was great! We’re going to spend some time soon at a beautiful beach villa with my cousin Arthur. He’s a really cool guy I haven’t seen in two years. I’m pretty sure he’s an Alpha, but I don’t think he’s using faggots, haha we’ll see if he converts!
Bye, faggot!
Master Anthony simply oozes raw God Alpha energy, even in a letter. His power grows daily, and he’s becoming impenetrable and unassailable as a King. It’s such an honor to even know him!
As for Arthur, I have no doubt Master Anthony will convince him of the joys of faggot ownership! Master Anthony is one of the great mentors of lesser Alphas, and they always obey!
I’m so happy to have heard from both of them! Let’s see if I hear back from them again before Christmas! LOL
Hi Sam! I’ve been reading your blog off-and-on for years now. I’ve finally accepted long-term chastity this summer. I was wondering two things: 1) Would you happen to know any alphas here in LA who could use a faggot like me? 2) Master Jin is a GOD. His posts are the reason I come back to your website so often. I know he is in Toronto, already has faggots, and has a successful medical career, but if he’s ever in LA, or is open to using a faggot visiting Toronto ever, you could pass on my contact info. My Insta/TikTok is eacj0506 and my email is below. Thanks fellow faggot!
Thank you for the question!
I don’t do any kinds of hook-ups anymore Too many issues came from that, and I simply don’t want to waste my time or risk my personal capital that way.
I really appreciate what you had to say about Master Jin!. I completely agree with you! In addition to the faggots in Toronto he trained , he’s inspired faggots worldwide to embrace their purpose and the benefits of chastity, He understands the faggot mind in a particular way that is very different from other straight Alphas. He’s an amazing Master, and his growth as both a Man, an Alpha, a Master, and a professional has been onw of my great privileges.
Master Jin and his two beautiful faggots watch this site, so it’s very likely he will see your message!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
During my life I have been owned by multiple straight Alphas. Those many years of experience led me to create this site, which was originally titled “FagsWorshipStraights” on Tumblr. During those first few years I received plenty of flak for my relentless assertion that straight Alphas owned and used fags like me.
These days people no longer question it, because the evidence is piling up here and everywhere that yes, many straight Alphas do indeed own faggots … and always have!
I’m saying all of this because Queen Sophie (and I) received quite a shock a couple of days ago, one I should’ve seen coming.
READ ON:
Oh my good sam! I absolutely must tell you what happened!
As I mentioned last time, Raphael instructed me to come spend Sunday with him until he leaves on his trip. I arrived at his place late on Saturday night and quickly took in his beautiful apartment. We spent yet another wonderful night of love, during which he penetrated me through every hole.
That morning, after I’d taken care of his morning wood, I got up to make him breakfast, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back close to him. “No need, wait just a little.” We cuddled tenderly, and just a few minutes later, the door opened and a young pretty boy, in his twenties I think, walked into the room!
Seeing how surprised we both were, Raphael remained calm, with one arm behind his head. “Sweatheart, this is my home slave. Hi boy. Meet the woman I love, Sophie. You’re to serve her as well. No wake-up blowjob this morning, Sophie has already taken care of it. You’re going to bring breakfast for the both of us. Sophie, my love, tell the slave what you want for breakfast.” I quickly regained my composure and told the boy what I wanted, and he rushed outside saying “At once, Ma’am!”. I turned to my lover and master. “What’s his name?” He replied, nonchalantly. “I don’t remember, not even sure I ever asked him. I don’t care.”
As you can imagine, I was at once amazed, excited, and, deep down, not all that surprised to discover that Raphael was also dominating a boy serving him domestically! While we were having breakfast in bed, the boy was worshipping Raphael’s feet. At one point, the master motioned for him to kiss mine, too! Oh, what a strange pleasure I felt!
Raphael and I spent a wonderful day, snuggled up at his place, filled with tenderness, conversation, and fun. A minor incident occurred during the day, but it was no big deal. While his slave was serving us drinks as we sat on the couch, he almost knocked over a glass. Exasperated, Raphael grabbed him by the ear and ordered him to be more careful. I shyly tried to intervene. “Come on, Raphael my love, don’t be too harsh…” But he immediately silenced me, without even raising his voice. “Shut up, woman. The man’s talking.”
After the poor boy went off to do other tasks, Raphael made things crystal clear. “Don’t ever interrupt me again when I discipline my slaves, and never undermine my authority. I hope I have made myself clear.” I felt both guilty and aroused by his natural power. “Absolutely, my love. Sir. Fogive me. I shall behave.” I was relieved that he forgave me right away. “Good girl. I love you so much.” Then he passionately kissed me.
I had planned to help Raphael pack for his trip, but he quickly made it clear that I was there solely for companionship, affection and sex, while his slave handled all the logistics. On Monday morning, we said goodbye on his doorstep, while the young boy was waiting for him with his luggage to drive him to the airport. After a long, warm hug, Raphael said to me “My slave is at your disposal while I’m away. You can summon him at any time to serve you and your son Lucas, for whatever you need.” I replied “Thank you so much, my love! Lucas often has his own servants to help me around the house, but I’ll keep your slave in mind if needed!” “What an impressive young man. I can’t wait to meet him. Have a wonderful time together, sweetheart.”
I’m already looking forward to seeing him again! I almost feel a twinge of regret for not going with him as he had told me to, but I’m overjoyed at the thought of seeing my son again soon. These two weeks would be so long without him!
Master Raphael owns faggots!!!
It really doesn’t surprise me that much in the larger scheme of things. Apex and God Alphas like Master Raphael have tremendous needs for worship and service that far exceed what only one person can provide. Owning a private entourage of females and/or faggots gives a God Alpha a feeling of completeness about his life and a fulfillment of how he views his Kingdom.
I love the way he sprung that faggot on Sophie! I’ve heard of this being done before. I think Alphas do this with females to test their reaction to their ownership of faggots.
Of course, Queen Sophie already has extensive experience with straight Alphas owning faggots because of her son, Master Lucas. But still, how weird that Sophie has that in both her son and her lover! I’m not sure what those odds look like in Vegas, but they must be nearly impossible!
I’m just so delighted that Master Lucas will now have a God Alpha mentor who will understand his needs for power and worship! They’re elite Alphas whose needs are poorly understood even by other Alphas!
Master Raphael and Master Lucas will be able to speak freely to each other in a language only they’ll understand, and I know it will only make Master Lucas even that much more powerful and confident!
But finally, I must commend Queen Sophie. She has done everything correctly in submitting to Master Raphael’s power, and she’s shown resilience, strength, and flexibility while learning how to serve/satisfy her Master and boyfriend!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the blessed life of gay God Alpha Dean, twin brother of his faggot Jimmy and part of the Hierarchical family of God Alpha Dino. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
It’s rare for me to receive updates from God Alpha Dino’s Hierarchy Island anymore. I’m not surprised. It’s literally a paradise there, and it’s a daily cocktail of Alphas hunting for fresh food and breeding faggots/females while their small army of faggots tend to their needs and the needs of their (claimed) children. Every so often I drop them a note to check in, but those go unanswered amidst the adventure of their lives today.
But occasionally something dramatic happens to them that reminds them that they still live in the real world, and then I’ll hear from them.
This time, however, it was truly scary. My precious little brother Jimmy, the ever-loyal fag and twin brother of God Alpha Dean, developed a serious heart condition that required emergency surgery. Needless to say I was petrified, and I hated being so trapped and powerless to help.
So many thoughts went through my head. What will happen to Master Dean and his young son they were raising together? Will the extended family on the island be able to handle the loss of their new matriarch faggot so soon after the death of Master Dino’s fag wife Jamie?
So I waited and waited, occasionally prodding for updates as the family traveled to the mainland for Jimmy’s medical treatment.
Then, I finally heard from Master Dean:
Good day little one,
I regret the delay of this correspondence but bunny’s health was and is of the utmost importance. We are assured of My baby’s complete recovery now. I shall allow her to write soon. As of now she cannot receive enough of My attention and ravishes Me at every opportunity with a conviction that almost unsettles Me. Our first full copulation after many weeks was a symphony of love, dominance, and servile poetry. After hours of gentle coupling bunny became an electric outlet for the power of My mind and penis. Never have I adored My bunny more, and the experience lives within Us still. We were expected last week at home but I cannot bear yet to shatter this magic spell between lovers, brothers, and Master and slave. My soul has been enriched while bunny’s has been nourished, in ways unique to the both of us-yet fulfilling both.
Phillip’s joy stayed with Us whenever He was working to help bunny and to provide service for Me. Once bunny was allowed to orally service Men, Chad and Calvin both came over and came in her. Lol She ached for Chadwick, naturally. That is one of the items tugging her heart for home-she’s dying for Chadwick’s ample penis and his special way of using and denigrating her mind and body. He has that unique understanding of each faggot’s personal emotional g-spot and destroys it in the best possible way. mommy used to live for his ‘little abused boy’ routine, as if she were perverting Him instead of the opposite happening. My Brother is a God.
The other tug on both of Us is Our Son. Even though We speak daily on Skype, Our hearts are heavy to parent Our amazing Son. He and the Prince are just as Chad and I were-strong confident Brothers who are inseparable and unstoppable in having exactly what they want. They still need much guidance and I’m aware of the rough and tumble times ahead but love, teaching, and displine will create future Gods that women will desire, Men will envy, and faggots will push themselves to unending limits for Their attentions.
I’ve decided We shall return to the island Monday. I’ll tell the faggots to prepare. Between you and I, little one, this Alpha God has an extremely sore penis. My scrotum has never felt as, as empty as in this moment. I am dehydrated and thirst for water. I, too, need a bit of recovery.
Good day, little one. I wish you all the best.
Master Dean, God Alpha
Oh how I miss Master Dean’s eloquent missives! He expresses his dominance and control in ways that give me a wide-on of my mind as well as my pussy!
I’m just so relieved that little Jimmy went through surgery successfully and has returned to Hierarchy Island to do what he does (and loves) best: SERVE. I’m not sure there is a faggot on earth who hungers for Alpha cock and cum more than Jimmy (Jamie taught him well!), and on the island there is more than enough of that!
But Jimmy is more than a terrific faggot. He’s the emotional and spiritual heart of the island, an exemplary mentor faggot just like his Mom, Jamie. I never stop beaming with joy, love, and pride because of my baby brother!
I did receive a message from Jimmy after Master Dean wrote to me:
Hi brother! It’s me bunny! i’m really doing fine. Daddy’s coming to help us go home to the island FINALLY! i was scared but Dino, My King kept me sane and made me feel safe and loved. Oh sam he is the MOST wonderful Man EVER!! i can’t deserve the Master i have. No way! i wish i had time to tell you how awesome He’s been to me. i need to go home and service the Men! i missed them so bad! Well some of them came to see me and feed me! Hehehe
King says i have to go. It’s time for my bath and then me and King and joy are going to watch a movie. Bye brother! Thanks for caring about me. i missed you and the rainbow too but i MISS my baby boy. He’s got so big while i been gone! He cries for us both!
Yes, I think little Jimmy is going to be just fine!
The following post is part of a thread following Kamal, a faggot who has a desire to serve his Alpha professor uncle Farid. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When Kamal initially asked for me help to approach his Alpha uncle Farid, I was almost as nervous as Kamal for multiple reasons. First of all, I’m always uncomfortable about service arrangements among members of a family given the risk of fallout. I was also nervous about the potential culture issues involved with this arrangement. All of that anxiety was piled on top of the typical concerns we fags have about offering ourselves to straight Alphas.
Kamal followed my recommendations, and quite frankly his uncle Farid responded in such a surprising way that even I was taken aback (it takes a lot to shock me).
Ever since I published that last post, I’ve been waiting anxiously for a follow-up. Last night that response arrived, and it couldn’t be any better!
READ THIS:
Sam,
You thought me insane for not surrendering immediately, but you misunderstand—I was ready to collapse at his feet that very night. It was Farid who imposed the delay. He wanted me to sit with his offer, to be certain I understood the weight of what I was choosing. He would not let me rush into his possession until he was satisfied I had truly considered the cost.
I waited. I thought. And when I knew—when I was certain—I went to him.
I knocked timidly on his study door. He called for me to enter, and when I stepped inside, he did not gesture toward the couch where we have had so many proper conversations. Instead, he turned in his chair to face me fully, and he spread his legs wide, and he gestured to the floor between his sinfully inviting thighs.
I went to him. I knelt there, looking down at the carpet, but he said, “Put your hands on my thighs and look at me.”
I moved further in between his legs, close enough that the air I breathed off his crotch was not only scented but warm. I placed my trembling hands on his thighs and looked up into his eyes. I held his gaze for a few seconds, but the intensity of it—of him looking down at me from that position, of what I was agreeing to become—overwhelmed me, and I placed my head on his left thigh, my nose almost touching the middle seam of his trousers, and I breathed deep.
I heard my uncle’s breath hitch in response. His hand came to rest on my forehead, but instead of the paternal love that gesture usually signifies, his hand crushed my face into his crotch, and I was grateful—so grateful—that the choice was taken from me, that I did not have to act on the desire to do just that but that he made me, and that made it somehow more beautiful.
But just as quickly as his hand had crushed my face into his body, it left, and his voice said, “Kamal, I want you to know that whatever you say to me tonight, all we will do is speak. I will not take you even if you have come to tell me you want it. I will not have you look back on this night and think I guided your responses somehow because I wanted you. Don’t mistake me; I want you. I want you desperately. But tonight I will hear your answer, nothing more. My darling boy, don’t be afraid. Whatever you have to say to me, I will love you like I always have. My love is not on the table. It is not part of any deal. It is there for you always.”
I looked up at him and said, “Uncle, everything you say to me, every memory I have of loving you and you loving me, convinces me that this is the right thing for me. To belong to you. I have come to tell you that I accept your terms. You fill me with joy, uncle. You always have. And I can’t wait for you to fill me with a more selfish love. With your need and your desire. I am made for you. I am the luckiest faggot in the world that you not only want me but refuse to stop loving me. I have thought this through like you commanded, and I am yours.”
My uncle smiled at me and said, “Kamal…”. His voice broke a little as he said my name. “Kamal, go to your room and sleep. You have made your choice and I respect that. Go and sleep your last night as your own man. Tomorrow when you wake you will be mine.”
I came to my room, and wrote this email.
And I am going to sleep now to dream of what tomorrow’s Sun will look like.
Kamal.
ASTOUNDING!!
I cannot express my joy and pride properly in the face of Kamal’s open-hearted courage! Just speechless!
This is what can happen when a faggot’s need to be useful in service to an Alpha overcomes fear! A faggot must want the fulfillment more than it fears punishment or anger!
Now, I didn’t think Master Farid was going to hurt Kamal. However, there could’ve been emotional rejection that in many ways is much worse than being beaten or punished!
I just cannot believe that Master Farid admitted that he’s wanted to own his faggot nephew for a long time! Once again, you do not know what it going through the minds of Alphas around us, regardless of whether they’re straight or not!
So now Kamal gets to wake up to a new existence as the property of Master Farid! He’s an OWNED FAGGOT!
Hey bro. Long time sub fag here. Was never really close with my younger brother growing up, but now that we are both grown, we have been reconnecting. He knows i am gay and into fetish, and has told me that he and his wife are into kink. He is moving soon and will be about an hour away. i woke up this morning with my nub straining in its cage, was thinking about what if he knew i was a faggot and decided to make me serve Him. Not sure how to fully admit to him that i am a fag and ask if he is an alpha and i would be ok if he decided to follow the hierarchy.
Thank you for writing!
I would start with asking him if he considers himself to be Alpha. It’s likely he does (unless the “kink” they’re into is beta-sub/Domme nonsense). That’ll open him up to a discussion about hierarchy and your place in it.
Remember: he’s your brother, and he’s open-minded. You’re safe.
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Ever since I first met Titouan, there has always been one consistent aspect of his life: he lives to fulfill his purpose as a servant of Men. He craves it like breathing. Unlike many other fags I’ve featured here over the years, Titouan serves ALL MEN of practically any age. He just recognizes and accepts his purpose that deeply.
The summer of 2026 is turning out to be Titouan’s most prolific one to date. In addition to serving his married Master, Titouan has gone on holiday and served some younger Alphas, too.
Now this happened:
Hello, i thought i could give some news, it soon will be the end of holiday in south Fr. i spent a few afternoons at beach, some moments had to be with my family, some with a group of other young guys and girls. So hot to see the other boys, some already real young Alphas in their bulging swimwear, but most seem mainly attracted by the tiny bikinis that french highschool girls love to wear to excite boys.
i feel very jealous of these other boys and their inferior, increasing my envy of serving one Alpha.
After a frustrating week, I became a lucky young faggot last Tuesday. i had left the beach alone to buy icecream and was sitting in the above promenade when a man sat next to me and began to ask questions. I had previously seen him on beach and thought that’s a sexy mature man but just a family straight daddy. Yes that’s what he is, but also an Alpha very interested in a boy like me. When he said “j’adore te voir lécher ta glace, minet” (“I love to see you licking your ice cream, twink”) and seemed very excited, no more doubt. I said ok to go with him on Wednesday afternoon, we went with his car to a very discreet place a few km far from seaside. Same sort of Alpha as the one I serve in Paris, mature, hairy, dominant, thinking only of his pleasure. He said I’m quite the sort of twink he loves. He laughed “ridicule ton slip et ta bite de gamin” (“your briefs and dick of little boy”) then ordered “à genoux,pédale” (“on your knees, faggot”). He made me respect the fair hierarchy, he spanked my butt, then i had to lick his big balls, to lick his ass, to suck his big dick, he made it last, got the huge pleasure he deserves, i was only there for that. Don’t know if opportunity to do it again before end of this holiday (not easy with my family and his own), i hope, anyway in my opinion nothing better than a Daddy boy relationship and for me being the young faggot of a real man.
See what I mean?
Titouan is always on the hunt for an Alpha in need, and he’s always prepared to submit long before an Alpha makes a move on him. It’s this kind of mental preparation that has led to Titouan’s success.
But if a faggot wants to successfully serve straight Alphas, it needs to be discreet and humble. Titouan has both of those qualities.
Notice what happened a few days later:
this Sat. morning I had to go with my mother and sisters to an outside market (as there are many here in Provence). We were leaving when twenty meters from us i see the mature Alpha I “met” three days ago (previous message…) with his teen daughters. He saw me too. Of course not a word and my family didn’t realise anything. But I felt so excited, thinking he’s there as a normal straight Dad, but on wednesday he was saying to me “(translated from fr) “I want to see your twink face kissing my briefs”… then “keep moving your sweet tongue in my ass, little faggot”, and later had loved so much to “force” me to swallow with respect. To see him as normal man at this market and think of these moments made my dick hard in my tighty whities under my shorts (but tiny dick meaning no big bulge as other boys would have shown, so my sisters didn’t notice). I wonder whether i’ll be lucky enough to see him another time.
If any fags want lessons in precisely how to train their minds to be service-oriented and valuable, they need only read Titouan’s thread here. He’s exactly what every faggot should strive to be!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a faggot named Chris who met and submitted to a 75-year-old straight Alpha named Mark. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I need to start this post off with a (likely) unpopular declaration: ageism has no place in hierarchy. I can’t tell you the number of FAGS who tell me they want nothing to do with older Men and Alphas. I just want to shake them and scream in their faces: “You’re judging this powerful older Man while you’re just a FAGGOT?!?”
It makes no sense at all.
I bring this up because so many fags complain to me that they have no Alphas to serve, yet will walk right past these older Alphas. They are passing over veritable goldmines of experienced power and earned confidence!
But some faggots get it. Take this incredible experience from a mid-twenties faggot named Chris. He encountered a straight, 75-year-old muscle Daddy named Mark and bravely submitted to him!
Read on:
Hello my fellow fag Sam! I hope you are well and thank you for always sharing your wisdom and guidance with us-I truly appreciate it and you have helped me accept my faghood and place within HIERARCHY. I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Chris and I am a 25 year old faggot in Florida . I work as a teacher to 3rd grade elementary school students, school has recently started back after Summer last Friday and I have had an intense , hot and charged meetings with one of my students Alpha Grandfather. His name is Mark he’s 75 years old (but doesn’t look a day over 49/50 max) and the dude is JACKED! I’m talking bulging bronzed muscles which he always shows off in low cut tank tops and shorts when he picks and drops his grandson who is in my class off every day (as the kids parents are working before school starts and when school ends his grandfather is on school run duty which is how I’ve gotten to know him this past few weeks). he’s got these dark deep blue eyes and silver hair and sexy mustache, the guy is a real silver fox bronzed muscle God!
safe to say the first time I met him I was speechless and instantly getting a hard on in my pants and trying to hide it, I greeted him and welcomed his grandson to school after introducing myself to him, after his grandson went inside and before the other kids arrived we got chatting, he had on dark brown aviators and he just stared right through me and my knees were weak and he has this alpha voice that just travels right through me, loud, assertive and dominant, after introducing myself he told me his name was Mark and he was the kids grandfather and would be doing pick up all year long, we got talking and I complimented his physique and muscles and told him he looked incredible like a true alpha, he smirked and flexed for me and thanked me for noticing, he said I could feel his bicep if I wanted to, Oh Sam I nearly keeled over with excitment,I thought for sure my boner was gonna bust from my bxers right then and there, I Felt up his biceps and loved every second of it, I told him how big he was and that they felt amazing and once again said he was a total Alpha and putting all the other dads in the school to shame. he asked me what I meant by Alpha and I explained that he was the living personification of an Alpha – dominant, confident, masculine and godly, he smirked and nodded along with me and agreed, he said ”Kid I’m the mother fucking Original Alpha, ain’t nobody got anything on me” I said 100% Sir, you are THE Alpha male God, he nodded and said thats fucking right and seemed to notice my growing bulge and asked if i was okay. I tried to cover it up with my hands but ended up making it worse and flat out said to him that my fag tendancies had got the better of me and I Couldn’t control myself, he burst out laughing so loud we got a few stares from other parents nearby and he said deep and rough in his voice, I thought you were a fucking faggot all right, you have that look about you and you cant keep your eyes off my fucking cock” I turned bright red and nodded and apologised , he said dont apologise boy I dont give a fuck, I know I look good and I’ like to be admired, I ‘m not a fag but I like attention. I then told him he deserves to be admired and worshipped every day like the god he is and that as a fag I Would happily do anything for him and said its my role as a fag to serve Alpha men like him and make their lives better, he nodded along intrigued and agreed, time was running out and the next parent was approaching with her daughter, I gave him my number and said it was in case I needed to contact him about his grandson or he needed to contact me about his grandson on it, he thanked me and said he’d talk to me later and he left. I barely got through the school day he was on my mind non stop and I just wanted to jerk off to him, suck him and found myself fantasing about him breeding my fag hole, around 1:50 I got a text and I sneaked a peek at it thinking it was my boss or some parent talking about a food allergy or some such basic shit but it was Marc he said he wanted to talk to me after school while picking up his grandson and to make sure I stayed after his son got in the car. I was so excited. eventually the school day was over, it was agonising waiting for Mark, he was one of the last guaridans toarrive to pick u p his grandson/
Finally he arrrived, he buckled his grandson in the car and we got talking again. he asked me If I was serious about making his life better and that being my duty as a fag, I said 100% sir, it;s my duty as a fag and I would be honoured to serve you, he said he wanted me to do his grocery shopping for him (he sent me a list) and drop it off at his an dhis wifes house that weekend and he also told me he wants me to meet him for a drink this saturday after dropping off his shopping so we can discuss terms of service and that he wants me to give him a foot rub, I said absolutley Sir no problem at all, he said good fag and walked away, we exchanged details about when and where and in 24 hours I am meeting Alpha Mark to discuss the terms of my service and worship his feet, Sam I feel like I’m living on cloud 9 this is insane and I cant believe this is my life, Ive been dreaming fof worshiping a beefy dominant alpha all my life and now one has randomley fallen in to my lap at work no less WTF! I’m so excited, I want to make a good impression on Mark tomorrow, doyou have any tips or advice about what to wear or what to say to make him go all in on this, I want to eventully be his fag to breed and human urinal and I want him to cage my cock but I dont want to overwhelm him, I want this to work, so any and all tips would be appreciated Sam, I’d love any and all advice and tips and tricks you may have to help me land the plane with this alpha, I wanna be his fag so bad and have m y ass breed by him eventually, I dream of having my cock locked up by him, thank you sam! x
I’m so impressed by Chris’s spontaneous bravery in the moment! How was he able to do that? Obviously, he’s been preparing himself by practicing ways to approach Alphas and/or introduce hierarchy. You must understand that the subject of hierarchy is almost like catnip for Alphas. It makes them feel special and powerful. When they hear hierarchy explained, it’s almost like they’re hearing ancient truths (which they are) and it fascinates them.
I loved the way Chris approached Master Mark and made him feel powerful once more! Master Mark might be 75, but he’s still a vibrant and virile Alpha. Chris’s submission gives that back to him!
Chris asked for tips to impress Master Mark. Right now it’s pretty simple, because we aren’t exactly sure what Master Mark wants. However, he clearly loved seeing Chris kneel. I think that should be how Master Mark is always greeted, as well as kissing his feet.
Aside from that, Chris needs to pay close attention to every command (or hint of one). Being respectful and responsive shows Alphas that their every wish is a command to a faggot.
I’m so proud to get to know my brother Chris! His real-life example shows just how easy this can be if we just try!
Hello fellow faggot, i have been in a depressive episode lately and wasn’t able to serve me online masters, what should I do?? Im sacred?? How do I separate the wrothlessness i feel and my faggotry, I love being degraded but some Alphas are just so….they dont have balance of care and superiority for their fags, is it wrong of me to expect this?
Thank you for the letter, and I’m sorry you’re depressed!
We all go through periods of depression, brother. It’s natural. As faggots, it’s also natural (and probably correct) to feel some sense of worthlessness or unworthiness.
But you need to keep in mind that online Alphas are not “real” in the same way as Alphas in real life. They can’t replace real-life Alphas because they don’t need to care at all. “Training” from an online Alpha is essentially worthless because there is no real accountability. So don’t let phantom Alphas tear you down, brother. They’re ultimately meaningless.
There are better opportunities for you and your submission. Work on yourself, figure out how you can be useful and how you can use your strengths as a faggot to your advantage! You have gifts to offer an Alpha. Never doubt that!
I love you for caring about your truth! Stay strong!
What are ways to subtly practice being a faggot? Besides chastity (i cannot access) and servitude (i already do). I wanna be more of a faggot
Thank you for writing!
I appreciate your desire to deepen your submission and experience your faghood in more meaningful ways! It’s good that you’re already practicing servitude (although I’m unsure of what that means exactly), because that indicates you’re working on your mindset.
I guess if you don’t have access to chastity, you also don’t have access to toys like dildos or other oral/anal training devices. If you do, I would get one or two and start practicing with them. If not, then use carrots in order to practice and train your oral skills. Focus on deepthroating. Journaling can also be helpful along with meditation. And, if you can afford it, try findom as well. Although I almost never suggest findom, in certain circumstances it can be helpful.
I recently met an Alpha (I believe) out having coffee. I have seen him a few times He just moved to Pittsburgh and he told me he is a little down on his luck< just broke up with a girlfriend he lived with. We have had a few words and today as he was leaving I said to him, ” If you need anything, let me know” and he said OK thanks” and walked out
2 minuets later he walked back in and said to me. “If your serious. This may seem odd, But I do need a pair of Steel toe work boots, even if they are used. The last place I was staying at, mine disapreed and im starting a new union job on Monday and I need them and I am a little short
I told him that I would see what I could do and I got his # and that I’d text him if I came up with anything
I got home and looked online and found some. I texted him I asked him when he needed them by He texted back next Monday and I said ” great don’t worry. You will have your boots He was very greatful Then I askedd him “What color. Bkack or Tan? He typed back exactly,” “Lol, lets go with Tan” and I gave a thumbs up
So I ordered him his new boots, i also orded hin a new pack of work socks and work gloves. He doesn’t know I have done this. The stuff will be here in 2 days.
When I give it to him I am going to act like its no big deal Which it is not.. It will leave me a little short on cash this week and I am nervous of where this may go. I have never been this forward, Ill let you know what happens.
Feedback?
Thank you for sharing your experience, brother!
I’m so proud of you for taking such initiative, brother! The opportunity presented itself, and you took action when so many other fags would hesitate and then live with regrets! It reminds me almost exactly of my situation with my straight Lyft driver in 2021 when I made him an offer over a 15-minute car ride, and that led to a year of service as his DL cocksucker! You just never know! It also reminds me of the experience years ago of Home Depot Fag, the brother who bought an Alpha’s purchases while in line at Home Depot that also led to months of service. Fags need to take action!
I guarantee you this Alpha has been thinking about you and your actions since you last spoke. He’s wondering about why you’re offering this, and I’m sure he’s reaching the correct conclusion. You should be ready to make a case for hierarchy when you give the shoes to him, because I’m sure he’ll ask. Be as blunt as you possibly can. Lay it out on the line, and allow him to think on it.
But even if nothing comes of it, you have just made a huge breakthrough personally. It’s not easy, but it’s not as bad as it seems, right? So don’t give up, because you’re on the right track!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a gay marriage that has blossomed into a hierarchical union between a faggot named Dean and his husband. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been interesting to me to follow the hierarchical transformation of Dean’s marriage to an oddly-repressed Alpha. As Dean’s understanding and acceptance of his purpose as a faggot has grown, his Alpha husband has also transformed into much more of the Alpha he was always meant to be.
This is why I emphasize how fully-actualized faggots help all Men become what they actually are. Even if that Man is a straight Alpha with no interest in gay sex, owning and using fags financially or domestically transforms him. That’s what we’re seeing in Dean’s Alpha husband as Dean submits to him more deeply.
But now we’re getting into tougher territory. A big test of a fag’s real commitment to service is the acceptance of an Alpha’s need to breed others. For most people, this would be a violation of a marriage bond, but for a faggot married to an Alpha it’s merely another way to submit.
But that service can be deepened even more, as Dean is going to discuss in his latest update:
As I told you some months ago, I have accepted that my Master-Husband has the need to breed other faggots to embrace his real nature as an Alpha. Despite our love for each other, our transition towards an unequal relationship required some adjustments in our apartment: I now sleep in the individual bed from the guests room and he stays in the master bedroom. This has made things more practical, as when he brings fags home the bedroom is always available and I can have my space while he fucks them. He also sometimes invites me in the master bedroom to sleep with him. This makes these nights even more special and I always take extra care to be smooth and ready for him. He particularly enjoys playing with me while I am asleep and often I wake up with him fingering my pussy or with his full length already inside me.
Unsurprisingly, he is having no trouble finding other faggots. He goes to the gym commando and these bitches practically throw themselves at him! I can’t blame them. But as I told you in my previous message, I wanted to find and offer him some faggots to show him my acceptance of our new relationship. My Master-Husband also thought that it would be a good exercise to train my submission and promised me that, if he liked them, he would let me join and give me his cum at the end.
My fag hunting exercise has proven very successful, so I wanted to share the tricks that I learned in case it was useful for someone else in a similar journey. At the beginning, I found it difficult to introduce the topic when I identified one, but eventually I realised that faggots love to talk about men and their relationships and is often one of the first conversations that they have with someone new. My strategy has been to start by asking, as naturally as possible:
Have you ever been with an Alpha?
This is usually followed by them asking me what do I mean by an Alpha, which enables me to talk about the hierarchy and my relationship with my Master-Husband. They are always very curious about it, and it leads to several questions about the relationship dynamics. I make sure to show them a picture of him before we talk about the sexual dynamics, so that when we do they subconsciously start imagining him doing the things that I describe.
Then I ask the question that seals the deal:
Have you ever been cunted?
They rarely know what I mean by this, but when I explain what it is, I have them begging me to spend a night with him!
As you can see these questions are based on the material and advice that you provide in the website to approach Alphas, just tailored to faggots and their weaknesses, and it has worked wonderfully. After all, it takes one to know one! So again, thank you Sam!
I’m really proud of Dean for embracing the new arrangement in their home. I think it’s necessary, but that doesn’t make it easy. It’s great how quickly Dean’s husband instituted new rules and sleeping arrangements, staking his claim as Master. This is an important developmental step for an Alpha, and ones wise faggots accept.
The net result of Dean’s Master-husband enforcing these rules and breeding other fags in what used to be their bed is a deepening of Dean’s submission. I suppose we could call it “cucking” even though I don’t think that exactly fits. However, the arrangement does act like a chastity cage as far as denial is concerned.
Also, Master-Husband’s prolific breeding habits leaves Dean in awe. This is why Dean was so eager to find fags for Master-Husband to breed … it’s a version of tributing to a King. These fresh fags are Dean’s tribute to him.
I absolutely loved hearing how Dean inverted my approach to Alphas in order to entice more faggots! Such a clever thing to do! I’m sure Master-Husband loved these new toys being delivered to him by his personal faggot!
Once again, it’s SO IMPORTANT to embrace truth, especially in a marriage. When we do that, not only are we allowing ourselves to experience fulfillment, but we’re also giving our partner that same gift!
Hi, my name is Jorge, and I wanted to ask you something about hierarchy.
I am 40, have always been dominant, but finding your site gave me language to understand what I am. Thanks for that. After reading some of the posts here, I understand that I am a protector Alpha. I have been using fags for more than 20 years now, since high school, today I am happily married to a very submissive 31 year-old guy, and now I understand that he is my faggot. He cooks and cleans for me, and I make sure to breed him many times a week.
But enough about me. I really wanna know your opinion about something else. I am a college professor, and I teach multiple first-year classes every year, which means that I am constantly dealing with 18 and 19-year-old young men recently arrived from high school. I don’t know how old you are, Sam, but when I was in college in the early 2000s, there were only two possible outcomes for when a faggot entered college: the Alphas would fuck the fag (as I did), or the Alphas would bully him (as sadly many guys used to do). Nowadays, however, I have seen a very different dynamic in this younger generation. Many straight Alphas treat the fags with a lot of respect, really taking care of them. I don’t know if they fuck the fags in their parties when their girlfriends are not around. They probably do, but that’s not the point. What I mean is that there seem to be a whole generation of Alphas who understand their role and responsibility. I constantly see straight guys from the soccer team, in a context that has everything to be hyper masculine and homophobic, writing supportive comments in the posts of some faggots and femboys. Last semester we had a student (a very delicate and feminine gay) who broke his leg and wore a cast for months, and I saw straight students with Alpha energy helping him to go upstairs countless times, there were four or five guys, all of them straight and hypermasculine, who basically adopted the fag while he was recovering.
Do you think something is changing? Do you have the same impression that Alphas born from 2006 on tend to respect fags much more than 20 or 30 years ago? I mean, Alphas have used fags since the beginning of times, but I think that straight Alphas are more and more aware of how to take of the weak, even if they don’t use the fags sexually.
Master Jorge, thank you for writing to me!
First of all, I’m so glad you found this site and discovered the words and meanings behind your natural behaviors throughout your life! It’s always amazing to meet Alphas like you who just acted naturally and did what instinct told them to do without any influence, yet you epitomize Alphahood in its purest form! Thank you for sharing those details about your life, Master!
I love that you are in the PERFECT place to really witness the hierarchical changes in both Alphas and faggots (and their interactions) at that age! And you’re an intelligent Alpha, so you can really see it clearly and even address it!
I absolutely agree that there has been a sea-change in how Alphas and faggots interact these days. It’s essentially due to the internet and the proliferation of truth. I’ve always lived by a saying I made up years ago: “Where there is more knowledge, there is less hate.” The fact that particularly straight Alphas have access to knowledge about the truth of homosexuality and the vital resource fags can be has changed everything. This understanding has come not just from the internet, but also the large number of TV shows and movies demonstrating how hot gay romance can be. And let’s not forget about hierarchical porn, which has finally broken from the reciprocal-sex bullshit that studio porn forced on everyone for decades. Amateur porn has shown that Alphas exist and they roughly use faggots, even abusively. It’s a realistic portrait of what the hierarchical dynamic looks like, and Men are finding it incredibly hot!
And while I’m at it, I’ll give a shout-out to findom as well. There’s no doubt that many young straight Alphas have been come to know hierarchy through findom, and once they experience the high of being tributed vast sums of money simply for being superior, they are addicted. Many straight Alphas jack off to their faggots worshiping them!
For young straight Alphas in many parts of the world, the ownership of a faggot is like a status symbol. It shows off an Alpha’s power and lordship. But even more than that, I think straight Alphas now realize that they are entitled to whatever kinds of pleasures or forms of worship offered to them. They want an unlimited kingdom serving them!
Just like you, Master, my site sits in the confluence of all of these tidal forces that are changing Alphas and faggots. I see the same effects that you do, Master. Honestly, when I first started this site in 2015, one of my stated goals was to get more straight Alphas to see the hierarchical truth about their own existence and everything that is available to them by owning/using faggots. I am not claiming I’ve been that agent of such a massive perspective shift, but there’s no doubt my site has been a meditation spot on the road to that understanding. In the end, I think I’ve exceeded my stated goal.
In fact, it’s a joyful miracle that, 11 years later, you were able to come here and learn more about yourself and your faggot partner and that I was able to meet such an incredible Alpha as you, Master! Thank you very much for writing to me! Hopefully you will have more to share!
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!
The last we heard from Ethan, he was preparing to serve King Karter and a bunch of his Alpha BNWO brothers over the Fourth of July holiday in America. When I didn’t hear back from him, I figured he was either in the hospital recovering, or had been split in half and buried in a shallow grave. Let’s face it: black Alphas are not gentle, especially with faggots.
But then I remembered how much King Karter, Ethan’s Owner, cherished his newest faggot. And King Karter would always make sure his favorite toys are well tended and cared for!
But now, more than a month later, Ethan returns to share the wild details of the greatest holiday he’s ever experienced! Buckle up:
Hi Sam,
I am very sorry for not emailing you after the cookout in July. But I have had a lot of dates since then, partially to make up for the time I had to take off for finals and the time I will take off for the first two weeks of school so I can get a schedule down. I also had to submit this email to King Karter 4 times until he finally approved it; he had me edit a lot out that I wanted to tell you.
I will get to what happened at the party first. (I will tell you what I can) First, the party started on Saturday, the 4th of July. #1, and another fag that was owned by another King, and I got there around 10:00. They rented out a large Airbnb with a pool, hot tub, and a BBQ, with a decent-sized bar inside that was part of the kitchen. I manned the bar and set it up while number 1 and the other fag got the food together and started setting up the rest of the house with lube, sex toys, and other items. They started marinating the meats and making the mac and cheese, pasta and potato salads, and a few other foods that were already prepared when the first group of Kings and a few other faggots started arriving. King Karter could not arrive until later in the evening because he had to work, and #3 also had to come later because of his work.
When we arrived, we were told we had to wear either a very small string jockstrap or a lace panty thong. I chose the jockstrap as I don’t really like wearing girly stuff. We had to wear them at all times unless a king pulled them off, but then we had to put them back on after they were done with us. We also still had to stay locked at all times, of course, so I was locked all 4th weekend, and we had to refer to all of the Kings as “Daddy.” A lot of them liked that, so the other Kings said it was a rule. It was a four-bedroom house, and one of the bedrooms had two twin beds where we faggots could sleep or take our break times. Even though we had break times, there were many times when I would be asleep because I was so exhausted, and then I would just wake up with a huge dick in my mouth or one sliding up my hole. We didn’t have time to really sleep because even if we were on our “break time,” we were still used. There were, in all, about 9 Kings that came and went; most stayed most of the weekend. With 6 of us faggots. The group was originally going to leave on Monday the 6th, but they were having such a good time that the King that got the place called the manager and had the stay extended until Wednesday the 8th. I had to go to work on Tuesday and Wednesday, but I would go back there to help in the evening and to help clean up on Wednesday afternoon.
I managed most of the bar, along with serving drinks and food, cleaning up after them, and giving massages, along with any other needs like laundry and anything else they needed. There was a huge walk-in shower in the main Master suite bedroom where, instead of having one degnated urinal fag for a given time like the last party, the Kings wanted to have like a huge piss bukkake times, so they would pick a faggot pull them into the walk-in shower, we would get on our knees and the Kings would all stand around us in like a circle and piss on us like a bukkake just with piss, we would then have to keep our mouth open and try to drink as much of it as we could. If there was only one King that needed to piss, he would ask around and try to get others to join in. They would pull whoever (faggot) they liked or who was the closest. But I noticed some would pull certain faggots more often. After they were all done, the fag would have to lick up the floor as much as he could, and after the kings all left, we could shower and rinse off so we didn’t smell of piss the whole weekend. They originally wanted to do it outside, but some of the Kings were concerned the neighbours might see or hear it and call the cops or the owner of the place.
We also each had to spend time in the Master suite with a huge King Bed, blindfolded for sometimes hours at a time, and let anyone that came in use us. We were not allowed to remove the sleeping mask until our owners came back into the room to tell us our time was up. That part was a little nerve-racking because I could not tell who was coming and going, who was fucking my mouth or ass. Well, I could tell sometimes by their voice and the way they handled me, like King Karter, of course, especially if I had been used by them before on dates, or at the party. For some, it was more difficult. It was harder, because if I could see and know who I was serving, I could do what I knew they liked. But when you’re just there on all fours on a bed and all of a sudden you have a dick in your mouth and just start sucking, it is hard to tell if they like what you are doing, if they like a lot of tongue or more lips, or more spit, if they like me licking their balls a lot, or strokes with my tongue, or long, deep throat. Sometimes they had me close my eyes under the sleeping mask; they would then pull it up, and then they would paint my face with a few loads of cum and put the mask back on. Then when I would open my eyes again under the sleeping mask, the cum would start to run in my eyes and burn my eyes. Also, they would like to get really rough during those times, with a lot of verbal humiliation, like name-calling and slapping. Which I didn’t mind.
But, there was this brand new faggot named Evan. He came with another King. Evan is just a 19y/o twink, dirty/blond, blue-eyed with a tan, tight body, and a huge flirt and fun guy. He had never been exposed to this kind of party before, so I think it kind of freaked him out a bit. After his time in the Master suite, he spent a lot of time in the bathroom; I didn’t notice it until #1 came over to me and asked me to go talk to him because he might need someone to talk to. I wasn’t sure what I could do, but I said Yeah, sure. I knocked on the door and asked if he was good. I could hear he had been crying a bit. And I asked if I could come in. I didn’t know him well; we had just met like a day before. So I felt kind of uncomfortable because I didn’t know what to say. I just asked if he was good and what was wrong. He said he didn’t think this kind of thing was what he was going to do. His King and he had just been fucking for about the last 4 months, and this was the first time he had been with more than one guy at the same time, even though he had been getting fucked since he was 14. I think the time in the Master suite was like an experience he wasn’t ready for; he was a bit scared and intimidated. I didn’t blame him; I was too, and I had been to another party like this before. He knew that he would get fucked by other men before he came, but he didn’t know he would be blindfolded and just used like that. I told him a little bit about my experiences and being shared (I left out the part where the men pay King Karter for it) He was in shook a bit of some of the things I told him, But I also told him it was possibly the greatest experience I have had in my life, that King Karter takes care of me, and watches over me to make sure no one hurts me, has helped me change my life, and helped me fulfill my purpose, the times I get to do chores for him or clean for him and I also get to please not only him but many of his friends, it was worth it, I asked him what he liked the best about surviving his King, Evan said, he obviously loved the sex, he also felt his King made him feel safe and wanted, he loved the force and strength his King had when using him. I told him to focus on those things and not let the other stuff bother him so much, so that he will get used to it soon. Not to freak out and abandon his new King because once he gets used to it, he will probably love everything about it too, like I do. He had a big smile and hugged me after. I think he felt a lot better. I told him if he wanted to talk after the cookout and hang out. Since then, we have hung out a few times, and we have talked on the phone and texted multiple times a week. He has been feeling better about everything. I also told him about your website and Discord. He was shocked because he had never heard of you before and didn’t think this kind of thing was so widespread. He is a cute guy, and I know he will serve many alphas well. I don’t know if he has joined the Discord yet, but he has read many of the stories and figured out which one was mine. He was shocked by the date thing at first, but he said he does not know if he would be able to do it if his King would ask him to. He is still serving him and does not regret any of it anymore, and it has since been shared a few more times, but he is not bothered by it anymore. I think the first time being blindfolded and having random dudes you don’t know use you was a hard intro to being a real faggot.
After King Karter read that part in my previous drafts, he said he was proud of me helping another faggot. He said from what Evan’s King told him, he was sure that we would see Evan again at another party. I think he will still need more time to get used to all of it, but I know he will get used to it.
Anyways, I will wrap it up. Other than the party, I have been going on a lot of other dates to make up for the time I can’t do it during school or when I have finals. I will be starting my last year here. Don’t know if I will stay to get a master’s in business; I think it’s kind of a waste of time. My job is going well, though, and King Karter said he might have big plans for us for next summer if everything goes well this year. But he doesn’t want to spoil the surprise. Now I want to know, but I might have to wait a whole year!
Ok, thanks, Sam! I hope you had a good Summer.
Love,
Ethan #5
As I’ve emphasized many times on this site, there are plenty of Alpha groups across America and around the world that host parties where they share their faggots. Some of these are gay Alphas, but more often they are straight or bisexual Alphas who own fags. Yes, I know it sounds like fantasy (or porn), but it 100% really happens. Alphas like the opportunity to bond sexually with each other, sharing power together, and they know the truest expression of that is by using faggots together. These Alphas like to hold court together and be treated like Emperors.
Or did you think King Karter used the title “King” just for effect?
I’m so proud of Ethan for maintaining his composure and service level throughout the entire extended party, through the mid-sleep rapes, etc. It’s not easy to stay in the moment when you’re constantly being hunted by that many giant black dicks!
Just ask poor Evan!
Again, I am so proud of Ethan for taking on that mentor faggot role in order to comfort his inexperienced brother! I knew Ethan was a mentor fag, and this was his moment to shine! It’s REALLY not easy to try to talk someone down in the middle of a high-stress function like this party, but Ethan did a good job getting Evan to talk and reason out about his purpose. It’s no wonder King Karter singled out that part for praise!
You know, I remember when King Karter first took ownership of Ethan, and how overwhelmed Ethan was by the experience. To see King Karter’s training and care yield such fine fruits is truly wonderful. It glorifies his Master, and demonstrates Ethan’s maturity and value! There aren’t many faggots as impressive as Ethan in the world! I’m glad he’s finding such blissful fulfillment in King Karter’s service!
Thank you, Ethan, for continuing to share your journey! And thank you King Karter for allowing him to share it!
