I don’t know why so many faggots refuse to serve Alphas domestically. In some ways I think it’s even superior to sexual service. When serving domestically, a faggot experiences the joy of completely selfless service. After all, there’s no sex to please the faggot’s carnal desires. It’s all about being a utility in the life of a superior Man.

Hi there. I hope I’m not asking questions that have been answered elsewhere. I’m a 29 year old fag who is married to a great guy who treats me well. We met when we were 19, so we’ve been together a very long time, and we love each other a lot. However, I’ve always had this feeling that something is missing in our relationship. I’ve always wanted to be dominated, to be subservient, to hand over control and decisions to someone. I thought it was just a kink, that I was a submissive bottom, and that my husband dominating me in the bedroom once in a while would satisfy those desires. My husband, an enthusiastic top, and even a little dominant, happily obliged. But always at my urging. And always stopping just short of where I wanted him to go, always cautious and never pushing my limits. He bought me a chastity cage, but he doesn’t order me to wear it and doesn’t hold me accountable when I fail to, so I’m essentially self-locked. And the domination always stops when we leave the bedroom. Over the years it has become clear to me that my husband is definitely kinky, and willing to explore my sexual fantasies, but at the end of the day will always view me as an equal. But I’ve also come to the realization that I am a faggot at heart. I don’t want to be equal. I want to be made to submit, to be told when and how to serve, to make a superior Alpha man happy with my submission. I’ve talked to my husband about this. We’ve had an open relationship since the beginning, and he’s been willing to let me explore these feelings both with him and other men. It’s been difficult though. My husband continues to wait for me to ask to be dominated before taking control. I’ve had a couple encounters with Alpha men who have used me, and those experiences have been incredible and I crave more. But I feel limited in how well and often I can serve due to my relationship, and thus somewhat unfulfilled. I know I could be a good faggot if simply allowed to. I don’t want to be a faggot just occasionally on the weekends. I want to grow into my potential.  I guess I’m looking for advice. How can I explain to my husband that this is more than just a kink? Is it possible that by treating my man more like an Alpha, he may grow into the role? Or that I might find an Alpha or Alphas who can fit into our existing relationship dynamic? I love my husband and I want to be with him. But I know I won’t be truly happy if I don’t become the best faggot I can be. Thank you for reading. I’ll appreciate hearing any thoughts you might have on this. <3

This is a VERY common issue with gay couples. It’s a frustrating one because the established relationship (and the roles in it) acts as another barrier to fulfillment for whichever member needs something different, 
 
Fortunately, a faggot can appeal to a Top much easier than an Alpha might appeal to a bottom, if that makes any sense. As you’ve said, your Top boyfriend has already expressed some amount of dominance toward you. The chastity cage raised my eyebrows, too. So clearly, your Top boyfriend has some interests in dominating you. 
 
However, I think he’s pulling back on it because he thinks of this as a “kink” instead of a very real need you have to serve. This is also a very common problem with Tops – they cannot wrap their minds around the fact that their bottom actually needs to be OWNED and USED like property. But that is exactly what faggots crave, and why we are born. 
 
You need to break through to your boyfriend. I mean seriously, start calling him “Sir” all the time, start sitting at his feet, stop eating at the table with him, ask his permission when you leave the room, start serving him all the time on every occasion. He doesn’t open his own doors anymore, etc. Really lean into being his FAGGOT in all aspects, and see how he reacts. This will either trigger his Alpha instincts (if he has them), or it will upset him. At least then you’ll know. 

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You know, I’ve taught a lot of things about Hierarchy over the last ten years, and I get a lot of shit for some of the things I insist are true. Occasionally someone will come up with an argument that forces me to reassess how I view things, but there are some ideas I will never abandon.

Here’s one of them: straight Alphas fuck, breed, own, and use faggots, and doing so doesn’t make them gay. It only makes them more powerful.  

The truth of that precept is lodged more firmly inside me than a rapidly-swelling dick. I will never admit otherwise because that would mean I’m lying. And I’m not a liar.

I know this is true because I know Hierarchy. Also, I’ve served as first faggot to multiple straight Alphas, and I’ve even been owned by a few of them. I know this because I have countless true stories from straight Alphas who have come to know and treasure the worship and service of faggots peppered throughout this website.

And guess what? I have another.

The story that Master J.A. dropped into my inbox the other day couldn’t have hit me harder if it had been a brick in a pillowcase swung at my head. Master J.A. is a Latin American Apex Alpha with a gay Apex Alpha younger brother. They’re around 40 years old now. Although extremely close, their lives took drastically different paths. Master J.A. took the more traditional route, getting married and having kids, while his brother took the Hierarchical path.

One of the two brothers eventually regretted their choice. Wanna guess which one?

Master J.A. poured his soul into this long letter, but I beg of all Alphas to please carefully read and meditate on the lessons enumerated here!

Hello Sam, I have been reading your website for a couple of weeks now. I will tell you a story because I guess you’re gonna enjoy to have one more real example of how Hierarchy works.

I am 40 years old. My whole family moved from Latin America to California 20 years ago. I was 20 and my little brother was 17. We have always been best friends and I took care of him since he was born. But it didn’t take me long to notice that he didn’t need any kind of protection. We were both Alphas. I didn’t know this expression but it was clear that both he and I had been born to rule the world. It was even easier to notice that when we left our country and came to America, where we could express our sexual desires with much more freedom. I started to fuck girls at age 15 and haven’t stopped since then. My brother did the same thing and seemed to enjoy it too. One day, however, in a party when he was 18/19 he drank too much and let a guy suck his cock. Since we have always been best friend and had no secrets, he told me what happened next morning, regretting the terrible hangover but saying that he “kinda like it”. 

I would never judge my little brother but I didn’t expect that at all. Both of us had always been the powerful “Machos” of the family. I told him that I would love him anyway, even if he was a “faggot”. 20 years ago, I used this word (maricon in Spanish) just to mock him, neither of us had an idea about this whole hierarchy thing. Well, he embraced this “faggot” side but he didn’t want to suck any dick, he just enjoyed the blowjob that the boys in our town gave to him. Today I understand that my brother wasn’t a faggot at all, he was just using those who were there to serve him.

He “officially” came out as a gay man when we both moved from our parents’ house and moved together to San Francisco, a good spot to come out. You can only imagine the things he would do in Castro. That was the beginning of the 2000s we were young, full of energy and, most importantly, full of cum. He didn’t want anything with girls anymore but he had big balls to unload. We were brothers, best friends, and housemates, so I took hundreds of girls to my room while he would bring hundreds of faggots to his room and some non-fag bottoms too. Sometimes I could hear him fucking in the other room while I was breeding a girl in my bed.

For sure, that was the best moment of my life and I felt like a fucking King sharing that apartment in SF with my brother. Everything changed when I had the crazy idea of getting married in 2008. My brother told me that I would never stand to fuck only one pussy forever but, unfortunately, I had in my mind this rooted idea that a real Man must have a beautiful wife, a beautiful house, and pursue the “American dream”. Well, I got married and there’s no need to say that, even though I loved my wife, it felt like jail. She was jealous as fuck and I couldn’t even like other women’s photos on social media.

I don’t even know how many times I needed to use my fleshlight in the bathroom to jerk off because she wouldn’t let me fuck her. And believe it or not, she was jealous of the fleshlight so I needed to keep it hidden. So while I was hidden fucking a plastic pussy in the shower my brother had the life I should be having. Since I had moved to live with my wife, he needed to find a new roommate to split the rent. He had the brilliant idea to put a faggot in the other room! So he not only fucked hundreds of nice tight boys but he also had a live-in faggot right next door to unload whenever he wanted to. He had full-time service and all the holes he could fill up. I had an annnoying wife that would let me have sex twice a week.

It took me a huge effort to keep that marriage but in 2011 the best thing happened in my life: she got pregnant and gave me my beloved son. Suddenly, all the problems I had been facing disappeared because I could only think about being the greatest father of all times. But I am still a big strong Alpha, I had my needs… I’m not proud at all of doing this, but I started cheating on my wife after 5 years. It took me half a decade to give up on that fake “traditional family” dream. My kid was a little baby and still my main priority in life, but I could not stand anymore. Besides, after my son was born my wife basically stopped to have sex at all. I was using the fleshlight every night. 

I found three nice girls and started fucking them. I was hot and young, it wasn’t that hard to find nice women to have sex with. I kept my three sexy lovers for a while but one day my wife suspected that something was wrong and told me something I will never forget: she said that if cheated on her I would be “stabbing” not only her back but also my son because I’d destroy our whole family and she wouldn’t allow me to see my kid anymore. Nothing is more important on Earth than my son and I just gave up on my three other women to be in that cage she called a marriage.

My son grew up and from 2011 to 2019 I basically lived as a caged lion. I focused all energy on work and family. I made a lot of money, bought a bigger house and provided my son and wife with everything they needed. Meanwhile, I talked to my brother everyday, he is and will always be my best friend. He had spent all those years in the very same apartment, fucking hundreds – maybe thousands – of faggots. In 2019, we were both in our 30s and one day I asked him when he would settle down and find a husband to build a family. He simply said that I was his family and his boys were his family too (he didn’t use the word faggot back then). He had sex multiple times a day if he wanted to with sexy smooth boys and I was fucking my wife once a week. Who was the Alpha now? 

That conversation made me realize that I couldn’t spend the rest of my life in an unhappy sexless marriage just because I loved my son so much. I could be a great father, even a better father, if I were happy and fulfilled. Then my wife put the last nail in the coffin in 2019, when we were preparing everything for thanksgiving. She had always been conservative, her family never liked the idea of their white blonde all-American girl marrying a Latino brown man. Even though I have been living here for 20 years and I am literally a self-made man, they still make fun of my accent every time we are together and highlight how “non-American” I am.

The only reason they accepted me around is because I became fucking rich and I could afford all the foolish desires she used to have. They’re all Trump supporters too. When I look behind, I can’t believe I lost ELEVEN YEARS of my life with these stupid people. Anyway, the “last nail in the coffin” that I mentioned was related to my brother. My kid was 8 years old in 2019 and her mom, who has never liked my brother, said that we should try to avoid him at home because he would be “a bad influence”. I don’t want my kid to know that his uncle owns faggots either but nobody knows that, only him and I. She was referring to the fact that he was openly gay and he didn’t want queer people at home.

That was enough for me. I broke up and told he we would get a divorce. As you can imagine, the bitch and her lawyers took hundreds of thousands of dollars from me. But everything was worth it to get rid off those stupid anti-gay anti-Latino “Trumpiards”. I moved with my brother again but I bought a nice big house for me, for him, and his faggots. He has a nice job too but we decided to live together as a real family. He started reading your website during the pandemic and he’s a huge fan. He sent me the link to understand better what it was all about. It was not the first time he would try to get me into gay stuff and I would always tell him that I’m just a straight ally, my dick would never touch another male.

Everything changed when he told me just to be open-minded and think about this possibility. He knew that, since he was gay, I would never understand what faggot ownership is learning just from him. It would always be just “gay stuff”. However, he did something very smart and sent me the content of straight men using faggots. I read the entire thread of Matt, Nick, Jin and their faggots. At first, I admit (with all due respect to your content) that I thought it was just very well-written fiction but I got horny anyway. Then my brother sent me the videos of this guys Jordan, from Brandt’s Boys. That was all I needed to change my life.

I started watching Jordan and other straight men online. Although Jordan nowadays kisses his faggot, jerks off for other men and sucks cock, something that I’ll never do, I learned from him. 

One day my brother and I were drinking together and he called a faggot (there are 3 living in our house). He had never done it in front of me but he simply grabbed the boy told him to kneel and took a piss in his mouth!! What the fuck?? I was so shocked that I almost interrupted him and told him that it was too much and he could harm the boy. But the faggot had done it hundreds of times and love it. When he was done, the fag thanked him and asked what else he needed. My brother was already drunk so he said that, since the fag had his cock in the mouth, he could suck him and get a nice load. The boy had his throat totally fucked by my “little” brother and, again, loved it. After he came, my brother told the faggot to go back to his bedroom and relaxed again in the couch next to me. He noticed I was shocked to witness that and he just said that, while I had wasted eleven years of my life, he had been getting that kind of service since he was 18. 

During the pandemic, I opened my mind and deconstructed my prejudices about owning faggots. He convinced me to give it a try but I was still reluctant. So I told him that I would do it but I wanted the fag to think that it was him. We blindfolded one of the 3 faggots and he sucked my cock thinking that I was my brother. Our cocks are big and thick but the faggot noticed something was different and said that his Master’s cock was tasting different. I didn’t say anything, just held his head and fucked his throat. It was mind-blowing. No need to say that it was much better than anything that my wife had done in 11 years. I had a better orgasm in one night with that blindfolded faggot than in 11 years with her.

When I got out from his bedroom, my brother asked if I liked it. And he could see in my smile that I had loved it. Then he said “get ready, this one is the worst cocksucker among them”. In 2022, one of our boys needed to move for school and we allowed him to go. We have 2 live-in faggots now and we both use them. We haven’t did it together, though. It’s still too much of a taboo for us. What matters is that now I understand what is to have the life of a King. It took me years and years to have it, while my brother has already a 20 years history of owning faggots. But that’s okay, I don’t mind. I’m still 40, I’m in shape, I can fuck them for more 20 or 25 years if I keep healthy.

I’m still straight and I still fuck a lot of women but now that I’m getting older it is harder to find random sexy girls. So I now have to girls in her 30s who I fuck regularly but it’s even unfair to compare their blowjobs and pussy with our boys’ service. I don’t intend to get married again but I’m still the greatest dad to my kid. He’s almost a teenager now and I love him more than everything on Earth. I really hope he’s gonna be a big strong Alpha like dad and uncle but if he’s a faggot I’ll support and love him anyway.

I apologize for such a long letter but, as a faggot, you must just read it and obey me. The reason why I’m sharing my story with you is because I want your readers to know that hierarchy is indeed truth. I don’t want to repeat that straight men can use faggots, because I know you’ve said that a hundred times. Most importantly, I want to tell your young readers that WE ONLY LIVE ONCE. We must study, work hard, focus on our goals, but it’s a violence against ourselves to get stuck on an unhappy marriage just because society thinks it’s right. I want to say that I love my gay brother, he’s a wonderful Man and a God Alpha. We’re both Latino brown Men and we are proud of it too. My ex-wife will never read this letter but I will tell her “fuck you” anyway and fuck all the Trump supporters that are out there hating gay people, black people and Latino people.

I’m a fucking King from Latin America, my brother is gay and there’s nothing they can do to hold us back.

Thank you Sam for such an important website, I can only imagine how many Men like me have embraced their Alphahood because of your work. I don’t know if you serve older Alpha like me but I would love to say thank you with a thick load down your throat one day. Now that I’m 40, I’ll have to fuck and cunt as many fag holes I can fuck to keep up with my brother’s impressive count.

We’re both VERY proud of you, faggot Sam.

Regards,
Apex Alpha J.A.

If you still don’t think Hierarchy is a real concept that governs all of our lives and can provide deep fulfillment when applied, please re-read the above testimonial. Master J.A. DEFINES its truth!

So many straight Alphas surrender their power and glory to the machinations of a society that wants to mute them. The truly powerful Men among us endanger the artificial societal constructions created by weak beta males seeking power that does not belong to them.

A beta male cannot tell an Alpha how he should live or by what standards he should live. Nature gives Alphas that right at birth. They owe nothing to anyone except the universe that blessed them.

I’ll never understand why any Alpha would voluntarily choose the cage instead of ruling the world. EVER.

But Master J.A.’s example is more than simply an advocacy of Alpha purpose. It’s also a revelation on Alpha sexuality. Alpha sexuality is not defined by who they fuck. Master J.A. could fuck 1,000 faggots and still be straight. That’s because he gets off on the POWER that fucking and breeding his faggots gives him.

Again, why would a straight Apex Alpha settle for a wife when he can live like a literal King, served by a court of faggots and fuck any female he chooses? WHY?

This was finally the lesson Master J.A. learned from his younger Apex Alpha brother.

Now they can finally rule the world together, side by side, brothers of blood as well as purpose.

I thank Master J.A. endlessly for his astounding life story! In the echelon of Hierarchical testimony found on this site, this stands apart!

People are constantly trying to convince me that straight guys don’t use faggots. Unfortunately for them, the evidence in my own life, as well as the evidence of videos like the one above, prove them to be completely wrong.

Either straight guys are using gays and faggots as much as I’m saying, or there are A LOT more gay males out there than the “six/seven percent of the population” number we’ve been told all of these years. Take your pick.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Not everything I discuss with Alphas and faggots behind the scenes makes it onto the public blog. My various information channels are constantly stuffed with questions, random stories, and comments of hate and praise. Some of it isn’t appropriate to share, and some of it isn’t substantial enough to use in a teaching manner. It’s all a series of editorial decisions made on the fly, and it’s not always a clean process.

Master Aaron is one of my favorite Alphas featured here in recent months. I don’t hear from him regularly, but when I do, it’s usually something astounding that scrambles my little faggot brain. And so it is again with today’s update.

It involves a former faggot owned by Master Aaron named Dominic. I haven’t mentioned Dominic here on the front of the blog because Master Aaron told me about the faggot briefly during background conversations, and it didn’t seem like that thread was going anywhere.

But life often surprises us, doesn’t it? Well, it surprised Master Aaron, too.

I wanted to give you an update on Dominic, the faggot I owned who got back in touch years after I had owned him – I’m not sure if you remember the details, but I sent you pics of him. He had moved to California and had been trying to live a straight life, after almost being outed by someone.

Quite a lot has happened in a relatively short amount of time. He met with an Alpha in Long Beach – a guy called Juan, who commented on your post about the fag. They met a couple of times, but didn’t really click. After their first meeting the faggot was invited to attend a party and was used by the Alpha’s friends, but had almost no contact with the Alpha himself. I guess Juan just wants a boy to use as a party favor – which I’m sure would be perfect for some fags, but it isn’t the sort of situation that is right for Dominic.

We had a long call about it, and I advised him to look for something that has more depth and permanence to it. I also told him to stop prostituting himself, which is a pattern he keeps falling into. If an Alpha wants to whore him, that’s one thing, but a faggot whoring itself is a dangerous and self-destructive path. I got him to see that he keeps doing it because he’s trying to resist fully embracing his nature and is trying to use it as a quick fix to satisfy his impulse to serve. But the anonymous, impersonal nature of it will never really satisfy him and will just make him hate himself.

Well, the faggot got proactive about finding someone to serve. He joined fetlife, among other things, and put up some posts on personal ad sites. After a couple of meetings with potential Alphas, he has found a great role, and is now moving to San Raphael to be a live-in house boy for an Alpha. This Alpha is CEO of a software company, so the faggot is leaving his current job, which is also a software coding position, and will be working at his Alpha’s company. It’s a huge step and a bold change for the fag, and I’m very proud of him.

I spoke to his new Alpha at length, as he had many questions about the faggot’s history and experience, and I’m confident that the faggot is going to be put to good use, and has found a role where he will shine! A couple of days ago I participated in a scenario I’ve never experienced before – a sort of a virtual passing on of the faggot. The faggot and his new Alpha were together. I was on Facetime with them. I initially gave instructions to the fag to show his Alpha what he can do, and then eventually as things progressed and the faggot was cunted, and entered that state where the fag is essentially mindless, ownership was passed from me (as his last true Master) to his new Master. I’ve done it before with faggots, but doing it virtually was a new one for me.

Although I wasn’t there in person, it was a satisfying experience, and one that I think the faggot truly needed.

I was flabbergasted by this story. First of all, as a faggot, it touches me deeply to hear of such loving care by an Alpha for a former faggot. The concern here is so deep and so thoughtful that I could cry if I considered it too deeply. When you think about all of the stupid “Alphas” out there tossing faggots aside after using them, to find an Alpha who mentors his former faggot to find its next assignment like a job coach is truly astounding. I’ve served incredible Alphas in my life, and none of them ever did anything like that for me! Dominic should be so very grateful for this level of attention!

But I was also fascinated by this virtual, on-camera cunting overseen by Master Aaron. I had to ask for more information from him, and he patiently obliged.

Yes, I watched Dominic get cunted on Facetime! I think it was Zoom actually, but that’s beside the point.

It was his new Alpha’s idea, though it grew out of the conversation we were having. We had talked about the faggot’s history, and he mentioned that I was, in fact, the only true Master the faggot has had. And I mentioned that it’s sometimes good to pass a faggot on in a shared cunting. We sort of left it there. But then he came back later with this idea to do it on cam. It was an interesting experience for me. It wasn’t particularly sexual, tho it was hot giving the fag instructions, and seeing him get used – but it was satisfying to see him enter the zone, and to pass him on. He was cunted. For one section he was tied and was being fucked. The camera was in his face. I saw his expression, the look in his eyes. He kept thanking me, over and over, which was extremely gratifying. And I got to tell him that he has a new Master. I saw the transfer take place, which was satisfying.

I don’t know if it gets any more beautiful or touching than that, folks. What faggot wouldn’t want to be owned by either of these powerful, insightful Alphas?

I thank Master Aaron for sharing this deeply personal story of carefully transferring ownership of his former faggot to a new owner, and for this new Master for claiming Dominic as part of his own Kingdom!

HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

One of my favorite aspects of running this site is my opportunity to converse with some of the most experienced and powerful Alphas on the planet, Men of overwhelming insight and depth. Sometimes I’m left speechless and shaking from conversations with them.

Master Aaron is definitely one of those Alphas. He’s a mature Master of faggots with a decisive confidence that gives him the upper hand in every encounter. But, inside the walls of his impenetrable fortress, lies the heart of a truly good Man who cherishes his faggots and seeks positive development and reinforcement in them. It touches me.

Master Aaron received a surprise the other day. An former faggot of his reached out and made contact again!

One of my previous faggots just got back in touch with me. He served me from when he was 19 to about 22. He was a wonderful faggot. Easy to be with, utterly submissive, would do anything to please, had endless energy and a seemingly insatiable appetite for cock. I remember on his 20th birthday, I arranged a gang fuck for him in a club that has since closed. He had cum leaking out of him, down his legs and into his converse trainers. They stank of cum after that, and I would make him wear them everywhere.

Something happened that was never fully clear to me at the time, some family friend discovered what he was up to, and either wanted to use him, or did use him, or threatened to out him. The faggot was distraught about it, whatever it was, and wanted to take a break. He ultimately decided to embrace straight life, and a couple of years later moved to California to work for some tech company. It was a real shame. I knew it wasn’t a path that would make him happy, but I had already let him go, so it wasn’t my place to comment.

You can hear the pride in Master Aaron’s “voice” while describing the faggot, can’t you? This I can say for sure: there is nothing in the world that recharges the power of a Man more than a skilled and obedient faggot! This is especially true when the Man is the Owner and trainer of the faggot!

But then again, how sad is it that this incredible faggot retreated from the safety of a god like Master Aaron and into a sham life as a straight male? It’s heartbreaking to me! If there is any one thing I really want to prevent with this website, it’s faggots living fake heterosexual lives due to shame and fear.

Which then made Master Aaron’s next statement hurt even more:

Well, it seems he reads your site. He saw the posts about myself, Master Michael and the faggot Shane, and decided to get back in touch. He is currently living that difficult double life – living straight, but serving as faggot in clubs and with groups. He doesn’t currently have an Alpha. But if you know anyone over in San Francisco who wants to use him, I can put them in touch. I can share pictures of him (pg only – and they are NOT to be made public). It’s what he needs.

Master Aaron sent me a number of pics of the faggot, and it is indeed a little cutie! It’s not locked or anything, but it has gained some experience dressing as a female (probably passable given what I’ve seen). So this might be an opportunity for a California-based Alpha to sample some of Master Aaron’s finest vintage faggot service!

That’s what the greatest Alphas do – they till the earth and plant seeds to grow into blessings for other Men. They create life from lifelessness, bounty out of dearth.

And as for my dear Master Aaron, his cup runs over with Godhood.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In the last update from Master Aaron, his faggot Shawn had been broken significantly with a series of assaults to its facade of hetero-normitivity. It was a rather brutal update (I encourage you to read it for yourself), but it really shows how deeply Masters Aaron and Michael thinks about faggot training.

And it appears their work is paying off.

I don’t think faggots need to put their nature on display for everyone, I think it can hold a faggot back if they compartmentalise too much, and have a very clean division between regular life and fag life. Blurring the lines a little can be incredibly powerful. Shawn does seem to be coming along at internalizing his faghood. There’s still resistance, but I’m confident it will break. He was born to be on his knees.

Speaking of which, his cocksucking is vastly improved. His hunger for cock was always there, but his technique and his range of skills is growing. Most importantly, though, he is deepthroating cock in a way that he couldn’t just a few weeks ago. And he’s eager to show me any advances that he makes.

I suggested that he invite his father to his college show. I got the clear sense that he’s worried he’s going to get outed, but he’s agreed to invite him, so we’ll see how that goes.

Those are all great things to hear!

However, it was that last line that made me curious. Master Aaron insisting that the faggot’s father show up for a gathering with his Masters seems ripe for confrontation and revelation. Would Shawn do it?

Of course!

Faggot’s father accepted the invitation to come to London to see the college show – but only after he was told there’d be a hotel room for him that he didn’t have to pay for. He’s a piece of shit lol. I’ve booked a room in the hotel where Master Michael and I first cunted the fag. It’s not until the end of March, so we have time to work out exactly how we want that to go.

Had a low key bondage session with the faggot last night. Invited a couple of other Alphas to come and use him too. Just ball gag, a couple of types of wrist restraint, a spreader bar, and finally a sling. No torture, or wax, or pegs or anything like that. Didn’t want to freak him out. He handled it well. 

Slowly but surely Masters Aaron and Michael are turning the screws on Shawn. There’s really no escape for the faggot at this point, only to rely on its Masters for support and guidance. They definitely know what they’re doing.

But notice Master Aaron’s comment about Shawn’s father: “He’s a piece of shit.” It sounds like there are two Alphas planning to train the father in a few months rather than his faggot son!

Should be interesting!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

So once Masters Aaron and Michael determined that their faggot Shawn was indeed a faggot, it was time to begin breaking Shawn’s deep-seated denial of his true faghood. There are a variety of different ways this can be accomplished, of course, but I was particularly interested in how Master Aaron might approach it (I have yet to speak with Master Michael). Master Aaron is very articulate and crafty, and he seems to be able to anticipate the specific needs of his faggots.

But what transpired blew me away. In fact, this is such an overwhelming use of Alpha power over a faggot’s body and mind that I felt like I was having a panic attack just reading it. Listen to Master Aaron:

Fun experience with the faggot yesterday.

His other Master is out of town again, so I took the fag to a fetish store in Soho at lunchtime. It was partly to get a ball gag and a collar for him, but there was also some training and humiliation to be involved. I was also going to make him buy them himself, and make some kind of reference to the cashier that they were going to be used on him because he’s a faggot. I think a faggot using that word about themselves to a stranger has quite a profound effect. Also being in that part of London during the day I figured would be a little exposing for him, so I had him dress a little provocatively.

We got into the store and I could tell he was nervous, which was delicious. I showed him a bunch of toys and explained, so that others could hear, how I could use them on him and what they would do. We looked at some porn (who actually buys magazines?) and I got him to say which positions and scenarios really appealed to him, and which he’d done. Then he went very quiet, and I realized that he was suddenly trying hard not to be seen (even though we were wearing masks). I glanced around and saw this older, feminine guy in the store. Turned out it was someone the faggot does work for. I think you know that the faggot gets paid to use his twitter and IG for product placements and to promote clothing brands. There’s a sporty London fashion label that he’s worn, and the guy in the store runs their promotions and marketing. The faggot was mortified about being seen, and about his worlds colliding like this. I could sense his panic. And the best thing to do with panic is to face it and push through. So I said that he should introduce me to the guy.

He was stunned but, obedient faggot that he is, he just resigned himself to it and nodded. I put my hand on his back a guided him over. Shane said hello. It took a second for the guy to recognise him, and then he just exploded with Oh my God, SHANE! Oh my God, I had no idea.’ Shane introduced me as Aaron, and for a second I thought he was going to bail on saying more. But then he added, ‘he’s my… he’s my Master.’ I was so proud of him for doing that. I could see the guy (Gideon) do the mental contortions to rethink what he thought he knew about Shane – that this straight, vain, gym-rat, alpha wannabe is actually a cock-worshipping faggot. Then he made this whole song and dance about how he’d never guessed that Shane was a slave (his word), but that now he knew it suddenly seemed very obvious.

Gideon then did a very interesting thing. He stopped addressing the faggot, and directed his conversation only to me. He’s not a fag himself – though he is quite feminine – but he understood the dynamic. But he suddenly treated the fag like it wasn’t even there. I was impressed. He asked how long I’d owned the slave – I corrected him to use the term fag – and whether he was experienced or if I was breaking him in. We discussed what the faggot had done so far, and it turned out that Gideon’s husband is an Alpha, and uses fags (though Gideon himself is not a fag), and he said that his husband would be thrilled to hear that Shawn was a faggot, as he’d seen pictures of him and had said that he wanted to use him.

So I said, call him, let’s make it happen. So we did. The faggot paid for the stuff. Then we went and got a coffee while Gideon made his call. And then we headed to their place to meet his husband who was leaving work early.

In my estimation, his husband (whose name I forget) isn’t actually an Alpha at all. He’s a top, certainly, and physically quite impressive, and boasts a decent 8 inches. He’s a good guy, and I’m sure he thinks he’s Alpha, but he’s doesn’t have the attitude and doesn’t take control. But we were there, and I said he could use my faggot, so that’s what he did. I had to take charge a little to get things started, but the faggot performed perfectly. He stripped, spread himself and displayed himself to the husband, got down to kiss and lick his feet. Then used his fag mouth on the guy’s cock, and then finally the guy took control and fucked and bred him. The fag struggled a bit with the thickness of the cock. He’s been stretching himself with dilators, but this guy was thicker than anything he’s had before. I wonder actually, if that’s why the guy uses fags, because his husband Gideon can’t take it? But Shawn made it through. I kept eye contact with him most of the time the husband was in him, assured him he could handle it, and reminded him that this is what he’s for.  He could barely speak, but he managed a few ‘yes, sir’s’. Then when the husband was done, I took over. I fucked that cum further inside, and showed the husband how to really use a fag. I told him to bring Gideon back into the room to watch, so he could see the faggot getting bred, and so that Shawn would know that at least one person from his previous life had seen him being used. I made the faggot beg for my seed, and made him tell his audience what he is.

When we were done, we got a cab back to my place. I asked the faggot how it felt about what had happened. He said he’d felt a bit overwhelmed at the start, but that he had controlled his panic at seeing someone he knew, and that he was glad it had happened. He said that he would do anything for me, and that he’s lucky I’m his Master. I got him to talk through everything that had happened to him as a faggot that day, from getting dressed, to going to the store, to getting bred. (I noticed the cab driver turn his radio down a little bit to listen). And then I told him to suck my cock. So, in the back of the cab, he degraded himself on my cock. We got to my place and the cab driver waited until we were finished (London cabbies are good like that). I told the faggot to pay, and to tell the driver that he’s faggot (because I’d never got to get him to say it to the cashier in the store).

When he did, the driver just replied ‘I know you are, mate’.

That was a fun day.

We’re still considering the best way to address the faggot’s deeper psychological issues. But we have an idea. He’s been doing a graphics and design course at Central Stain Martins, and they have a public showcase of their work coming up, and I have half a mind to get him to invite his father. It might be a way for him to get some validation so he can start to let go of that need. And it could also be a way to see the guy first hand to get a sense of the man who shaped the faggot.

My first reply to Master Aaron was simply “MY. GOD.”

First of all, the planned part of the breaking process started by Master Aaron worked beautifully. But then it miraculously cascaded into an unexpected sequence of events that further degraded Shawn into a deeply submissive state. And, as any true Apex Alpha Master would do, Master Aaron used the impromptu events to his advantage.

Shawn really behaved beautifully under such pressure, I must admit. I’m pretty proud of my brother. It’s never easy being trained (or retrained) by a Master, and especially under the gun like this, but Shawn did well.

But I found this update interesting as well for what it reveals about the change in Master Aaron’s perspective and point-of-view. Notice that he rarely refers to Shawn by name in this update – he refers to him as “the faggot” mostly. Also, Master Aaron used the pronoun “it” quite frequently here for the first time in our conversations.

It really goes to show that an Alpha training his faggot changes both the faggot AND the Master in subtle and lasting ways!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The ongoing training of Shawn, the faggot owned by Masters Aaron and Michael, has recently taken a sudden right-turn. I’m just going to let Master Aaron explain it first:

I’m having an interesting experience with the faggot Shawn. I’ve come across this issue with faggots before, but it’s interesting how deep it seems to go with him, and I thought you might want to hear about it. And I’d be interested to hear your thoughts. 

On the surface, everything seems to be going well with him. He’s doing his chores, and is carrying out the training regime. The fag’s cunt is nicely dilated. Still feels great, but he’s basically always ready to take cock. Master Michael and I have turned up at his flat unannounced to use him, and he was more than ready to comply.

His oral skills are getting a little better. His technique is much improved but he’s got a long way to go deal with his gag reflex. I want him to be able to throat properly before I start showing him off and sharing him properly. But he’s been shared with a couple of friends, and performed well. And he’s coped well with challenges and humiliations that have been thrown his way by Master Michael and myself.

But there is an issue. 

My issue with him is a psychological one. I’ve known from the start that there was something a little off with him. His reframing of a consensual event as a rape was a red flag to me. But it’s bothered me more how quickly he has embraced things. He seems, in some way, too eager, too willing to please. Especially for someone who so recently was living as straight. 

Master Michael and I have put him through some stuff. Grindr days, public toilets, some introductory bondage. And he’s met it all willingly. Which sounds like it should be something to celebrate. But in my experience, a single cunting does not a life-long faggot make. The lack of any kind of resistance implies there is something else going on.

So, we got a friend of Master Michael’s, David, to spend time with the faggot. As far as Shawn knew, this was arranged to give him some training in cleaning and douching from another fag (David isn’t actually a faggot, but that’s another story). But the real purpose was to get Shawn to drop his guard in the hope he might say things that he wouldn’t say to his Masters, and David is very good at talking to people, and very good at reading people.

And without realizing it Shawn revealed rather a lot.

Without getting into the full conversation, when asked about his role as a faggot, Shawn kept using phrases like ‘I can take anything’ and ‘I’ll do whatever’. He mentioned ‘zoning out’ when he’s being used, and described a couple of his humiliations as ‘challenges’.

There were other things that David noticed, and many things that Shawn said. But a clear picture has emerged of what’s going on with the faggot. He’s got himself into a headspace where he has dissociated. He has separated himself from his role as a faggot, almost as if he sees being a faggot as a part he is playing, in order to protect some other part of himself that is more masculine and ‘not a faggot’.
He sees his faggotry as not really his true, core self. Not who he really is. 

And worse, I think, he sees it as a challenge. He has, paradoxically, come to see it as proof of his masculinity. It seems that he is telling himself that a ‘real man’ can take all this and not be changed by it. That if he can be trained and used and degraded and not be affected by it, and still hold on to this other view of himself, then that is some sort of proof or validation of his masculinity. That fundamentally, though he playing out the role of being a faggot, he is in fact not a faggot at all.

I can’t imagine the cognitive dissonance that must be causing for him.

But this is a problem for me and Master Michael. Because he could suck every cock in every toilet in Soho, and swallow all the cum in London, and he could be rutted from now until next Christmas – but if he doesn’t see himself as a faggot, then he doesn’t see me as his Master.

And that’s not good enough for me.

My challenge, and my gift to the faggot, is to find a way to make him embrace what he is.
So I did a little probing of my own. We took Shawn out to dinner on a ‘night off’, and got him to open up a little about his past.

I’m no therapist, but I do know that a male’s sense of his self and his masculinity almost always comes from his relationship with his father. And Shawn’s is such cliche, it’s almost ridiculous. Shawn has a working class background. Small town. Not much money. His parent’s weren’t married, and his father was barely around when he was growing up. He was a ‘manly’ man, a professional football (soccer!) player for a while. But he was also, at times, a plumber, a factory worker and laborer. He’s a drinker, possibly an alcoholic. Usually in debt. And he is, and so it seems always has been, very dismissive of Shawn. When Shawn developed an interest in filmmaking and graphic design at a young age, his father asked him if he was gay. And he made it clear that he didn’t see it as real work. When Shawn first started dating girls, his father would ask what they saw in him, and if they couldn’t do any better. When he learned about Shawn’s instagram work, he was confused by it and said it was the kind of thing a faggot would do. But Shawn is desperate for his approval. Shawn wants to be seen by his father as a ‘man’. That is at the root, I think, of Shawn’s resistance to being a faggot. His father, who he craves validation from, defines Shawn as not being masculine. Shawn has a deep need to get his father to see him as a man. Which is why, I think, his instagram persona became so apparently alpha.

Shawn’s problem is that he is, in actual fact, a faggot. Someone his father would never validate. And that’s at the root of his dissociation.

As I said, I’ve come across faggots with similar issues before. But it seems to run very deep with Shawn. There’s possibly more to it. Time will tell.

My goal is to get the faggot to fully embrace his true self and to let go of this idea of who he thinks he wants to be. How that will be achieved isn’t clear yet, but I have some ideas. It’s partly an ego thing for me. I want to own him, body and mind. His body alone, though it is close to perfection, is not enough.

I’d love to hear your thoughts.

After reading this, I couldn’t help but think of myself in Shawn’s situation. I had a Dad who thought my creative endeavors were stupid and unmanly, and he largely ignored me during my formative years. However, unlike Shawn, I want nothing to do with my Dad and I don’t want his approval. And, unlike Shawn, I’ve never had any doubts about my faghood from the get-go.

I was concerned while reading Master Aaron’s account of Shawn’s identity struggle. I also knew the coming storm of conditioning and training being formulated in the minds of the two Masters that would break Shawn and force him to accept faghood.

Here’s why I was concerned: I have a fair amount of experience in Alpha latency. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anybody documenting it before I started identifying the issue. But Alpha latency involves deep psychological conditioning in which a natural-born Alpha is molded into serving as a faggot (for any number of reasons) and lives miserably as a faggot because it runs counter to what he truly is – an Alpha. The dissonance created by that identity struggle is real and can be quite intense.

I was worried that Shawn might be a latent Alpha. I didn’t want the Masters to proceed with breaking Shawn down until they could ascertain whether Shawn was really a faggot.

They agreed to try my little test. Here’s what happened:

He’s definitely a faggot.

We arranged to have another fag over for Shawn to use this evening. He said he was excited about it. Initially he seemed to be into the whole thing, but it gradually became apparent that it just wasn’t doing that much for him, and only really came alive again when he was presenting himself to us as a fag.

Afterward he apologised and asked if he’s let us down. I reassured him that no, I’m just trying to assess the full scope of his nature.

I know it’s just one encounter, but I’ve seen all I need to see. He’s a fag, his place is on his knees, and he knows it. I just want him to own it.

Boy, that made me feel better! Masters Aaron and Michael are Apex and truly powerful, and I didn’t want them tearing down parts of Shawn that were intrinsic to his nature. But now that their test has revealed that Shawn is a faggot living inside a phony Alpha veneer, that veneer can be broken and pulled apart through training and discipline.

I’m so glad there are careful, meticulous, and thoughtful Apex Alpha Masters like them out there helping faggots become the truest versions of themselves!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In my last post regarding the training of Shawn the faggot, I introduced you to one of the two Apex Alphas who own him. In it, Master Aaron proved himself to be a brilliant bi-sexual god who succinctly laid down the law with me and my communications with his faggot.

But I was so intrigued that I began to ask him for more information about himself. I’m so glad I did! One thing I’ve come to understand about Alphas in general is their affability and willingness to discuss aspects of their power. They want to share the truths they’ve learned during their reign, passing them to younger Alphas while perfecting them on their faggots.

So Master Aaron graciously told me about his use of faggots and how he ended up in a partnership (of sorts) with Master Michael.

I’m not sure what you want to know about myself and Master Michael. But we first met at a fuck party about 15 years ago. We ended up destroying a faggot together in a bedroom in a session that continued after many of the other guests had left. We were very much on the same wavelength and kept swapping out and passing the fag back and forth, edging for hours. When we eventually finished we didn’t plan to keep in touch, but some days later the fag got in contact with us through the party organiser, begging to be used again. In the second session it became obvious that we pushed each other further and built on each other’s ideas about what to do with the faggot. We decided it would be fun to do it again, and we’ve been using faggots together pretty much ever since.

I first came to understand the use of faggots when I was 15. There was a very particular, and I think unusual, combination of personalities among the boys at my school that allowed for a degree of experimentation between us. It was perhaps as a result of me being among them. I was, I suppose, the popular boy. Liked by teachers, popular with classmates. I was good at sports (was captain of the school football team – soccer, as you would call it – and ran cross-country for the school), I was smart, a good student. To an extent I was the class clown, when I wanted to be, but was never too disruptive. I was a charmer. And I was aware that there were girls – and boys – who wanted to be around me. I was also sexually adventurous, and a little ambiguous. I was influenced by punks, and New Romantics, so I would dress flamboyantly at times, and wore make up sometimes in a slightly confrontational way. I was comfortable in my skin, and didn’t feel that I needed to explain myself to anyone. I was rebellious, but not too rebellious. And I talked fairly openly about sex, and sexual matters. I had no embarrassment, for example, talking about how often I wanked at the weekend, or about having found some of my dad’s porn magazines in the garden shed.

Part of the result of this was, I think, that many of the other boys felt a little emboldened to experiment. Many of my male friends experimented with each other. Far more than one would usually expect. But perhaps I’m wrong about that. I was also physically more of a presence than the other boys. I was the tallest, and in the changing rooms it was obvious that I was very well endowed. I hit puberty first (something I hid for a while, by never getting fully naked in the changing rooms until I noticed other boys catching up). I had girlfriends before other boys in my friend group did.

Lots happened with other boys. Jerking off together behind the caretaker’s shed at school was fairly common when we went for ‘a smoke’ during breaks. I also had friends back to my house, and we played computer games in my bedroom. I’d talk openly about my ‘wank sock’ which was under my bed, and I used to wipe up cum after I’d jerked off. Several of my friends used the same sock in my bedroom after we’d cum together. And a few of my friends gave me head, usually while others were in the room watching. It was a charged time. Hormones were going crazy.

But my first real faggot was a friend called Nick. I was always vaguely aware that there was something different about him, and that we shared some understanding that most of the other boys didn’t understand. While they were playing, and experimenting, and were well on their way to a hetero-normative future, we seemed to recognise that there was something more serious and more lasting about what we were doing. Nick was a bad boy, often in trouble at school, more rebellious than me (he had an older brother who was very conservative), and in any other context I would have assumed he was straight.

But Nick was the first person to swallow my cum, and he was the first person I fucked. We had fallen into a pattern of going to my house during lunch breaks – I lived very close to school. We’d play computer games, copy each other’s homework if we needed to, smoke, and almost invariably we would jerk off together. More than once he had sucked my cock. I had decided that I was going to ask Nick if he wanted to be fucked, but to my surprise, he brought it up before I did. The first time was fairly uneventful. We fumbled around, I entered him, he found it difficult but wanted to carry on. I think he had tried to prepare himself, but I’m not sure. I fucked him, came in him. It felt good. It felt great. There was no talk of him fucking me. We both knew that wasn’t in the cards.

We did it a couple more times over the next week or so. Each time, so far as I recall, nothing was said while we fucked, and he was on his front on my bed, and I was on top of him. But the third or fourth time we fucked, we started on the floor, again with him lying on his front. But I pulled him up to be on his hands and knees. At first we fucked in silence, but then he just said that it felt so good. And I decided to voice something that I had been thinking. I said ‘you know what you are?’ he said ‘what?’ And I told him he was my wank sock. We both knew what that meant. He was just a way for me to mop up cum. A shudder went through him and he let out a simple ‘oh’. Almost a whimper. I kept fucking him. And then he said in a small voice that he liked me cumming in him. Everything changed in that small exchange. I wasn’t just fucking him. I owned him. We both knew it. I was, in some way, in full control. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He gasped. I pounded into him in a way I hadn’t before. I asked if he liked the feeling of my cock in him and he said yes. I pushed his face down into the carpet and fucked him like that. I got a bit rough. He said he wanted to stop. I didn’t. I kept fucking until I came.

Then I pulled out and stood up. He looked at me. He was on the verge of tears. I said that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? He nodded. We kept meeting up, and each time I used him. I was gradually getting rougher and more dominant with him. At school we still acted like friends, though we both started to joke in front of other people that he was my sock. Nobody quite knew how to take it, or if we were being serious. I think, actually, that Nick had feelings for me and saw it as a relationship and on some level wanted people to know about it. But feelings are confusing when you’re that age, so it’s hard to say.

While all that was going on, there was another boy who wasn’t part of my main friend group who often tried to find ways to talk to me. His name was Lincoln. He hadn’t been part of the jerk off sessions, and had never been to my house, but he had asked a couple of times if it was true that I had fooled around with certain people. Our friend group overlapped, and I guess people talk. I had never fully admitted anything to him, but I never denied it either. One evening I was walking home – I had a paper round, delivering evening newspapers for pocket money – and Lincoln appeared, riding his bike. I’m not sure if he had been looking for me specifically, but thinking back, he probably was. He asked if it was true about what me and Nick did. I said it depended what he thought we did. We ended up cutting across a junior school playground to get home (this was the 80s, and schools weren’t the fortresses they are now). We went into the bike shed and ended up jerking each other off. I said he should come to my house next time I was there with Nick, and he said okay.

I hadn’t told Nick, and he was nervous about doing anything with Lincoln there. But I talked him into it, and so I fucked Nick while Lincoln watched. Lincoln didn’t speak, I think he was shocked. It was, I imagine, quite a brutal sight. I invited Lincoln to fuck Nick, too, but he didn’t want to do anything with either of us, which pissed me off a little, and pissed Nick off a lot. I think Nick felt used, and a bit exposed. And was worried that Lincoln was going to tell everyone what he’d seen. But then a couple of weeks later, Lincoln asked to come again to ‘do stuff’. This time I felt it was better if Nick wasn’t there. And this time, when we got to my bedroom Lincoln asked me to do to him what I did to Nick. He was very eager, and stripped in front of me. He submitted himself to me completely. He was masculine, a very boyish boy, but suddenly in front of me he was this faggot begging to be used. He got on his knees and said he wanted to suck me. There was a desperation in him that shocked me. I’m not sure what experience he had previously, but it seemed like he knew what he was doing. He got on his hands and knees and presented himself to me. When I fucked him he whimpered the whole time. And after I’d cum in him he jerked off in front of me. He made eye contact with me the whole time, and debased himself for me. I felt so powerful. He shuffled over to me on his knees so that he could have my cock in his mouth when he came. I pushed him off my cock and slapped him. He stared at me, shocked. Then moved back to carry on sucking. I wanted to laugh in his face and tell him how pathetic he was. He came, and then he left. He gathered up his stuff and got out of there as quickly as he could.

He avoided me at school for the remainder of the year, but I would often catch him watching me. It wasn’t until the last couple of weeks at school that I got him aside and told him we were going to go to the toilets and he was going to suck my cock. He didn’t try to resist. He just nodded and headed off to the toilets. He sucked me and swallowed me. I remember watching him, knowing that he would do anything I told him to do. I enjoyed what he was doing, but part of me pitied him. When he’d finished I told him to say thank you, and he did. He moved to kiss me and I pushed him away and held him against the wall. He was trembling. He fumbled at his jeans and I think he wanted to jerk off in front of me, but I shook my head. He stopped. With tears in his eyes he asked me not to tell anyone. That was the last time we actually spoke. Him asking me to not tell anyone that he’d just sucked my cock and swallowed my cum.

Interestingly, he’s now married with kids, and still lives in the same area, and has the same group of friends. I wonder if any of them have any experiences with him. I carried on with Nick until my parents decided to move to a different town when I was almost 17. We eventually lost touch. I moved to Spain for a few years, and then returned to the UK. Nick has struggled a bit, I think. He was single for a long time, and I know he often frequented gay clubs in the area. But he now has a younger wife, from overseas. My guess is, he is still a faggot, but still needs to project some kind of normalcy into the world.

Those two were my first experience using faggots. Nick was a faggot who knew that his place was to please me, and Lincoln was a faggot who need to debase himself and, on some level, I wanted to ruin him. I wanted to destroy him. I still do. Obviously over the years, things have deepened and developed, but that’s where it began for me, with those two.

What I find so remarkable about this account is how clearly you see Master Aaron’s gradual acceptance and rapid expansion of his power over the course of those two years in school. It’s amazing what a taste of real power does to natural-born Alphas!

From there, our conversation turned to owning and training faggots. Master Aaron mentioned some of his techniques:

Just to answer a couple of your questions quickly, when it comes to discipline, I have found that tying a faggot up and leaving them untouched is often the best form. Doing anything degrading or humiliating can often lead to more bad behaviors, as the faggot craves the extra attention that being disciplined brings. Like with a dog, when they’re crying the best thing to do is ignore them – and that way they learn that cry doesn’t get them attention. Fags misbehaving should be made to feel frozen out. Having said that, sometimes a faggot needs to be put in its place in a clear, abrupt, physical manner – but I have had to do that on very, very few occasions.

A trick I love for training fags is to video them, or make them video themselves, with strangers. Then I get them to show me the video, and talk it through, talk about what they did and how it felt. And they should sometimes be allowed to jerk off to images or video of themselves being used. I’ve never really been a fan of chastity, because I don’t like the way the devices look.

Shawn is still alive. He has been reprimanded, and I now have keys to his car and his flat, and I have taken away most of his clothes. He’s also now taking Prep, and I have him using anal dilators to start to stretch him out properly, and he has a training regimen for learning to throat. He served as a fag for a period before, as you know, but he either wasn’t trained well or didn’t really pay attention. He’s very eager, but his skills are lacking, and I want him to know what he’s doing before we start taking him to clubs. That’s a way off, though. He doesn’t know this yet, but he’s going to have a Grindr weekend, where he will take cock from literally anyone who wants to use him, while his Masters watch. That’s usually quite an experience for a faggot. Less emotionally affecting than a cunting, but they can be quite effective.

The video idea was something new. I know that Alphas will often force their faggots to watch themselves getting fucked in a mirror, but the video method provides an intriguing element of blackmail to the mindfucking mix.

I mentioned this to him, and he elaborated further:

You’re correct about the use of denial. It’s such simple psychology that I have trouble understanding why some Alphas don’t understand it. 

I have the faggot using a simple, medical dilation kit for now, so that he can do the early stages himself. They’re recommended by a friend of mine in the US who is a rectal surgeon. I’m familiar with the chopstick/rod technique, which is excellent for gradually widening the pussy, but it can be tricky to keep the rods bound together and it usually has to be done by someone else. Shawn will certainly be going through that process, though. I find buttplugs to be largely pointless for dilation. 

It’s an interesting question as to what the ideal pussy can take, and I wonder if faggots have a different preference than Alphas. Personally, I like a fag to still have some tightness in its cunt. I want to know that the faggot is feeling it when I fuck, and I want tightness around my cock. Fags with gaping holes are no fun to fuck. But I also want a fag to be able to take cock at a moment’s notice. There’s a sweet spot between too tight, and too wide. Master Michael and myself have the same taste in that regard.
Fag Shawn, at the moment, is too tight. But in a few weeks he’ll be just perfect. I also want him to work out a little less as he’s a little too muscular, and he really needs to improve his mouth techniques. I may just lock him in my basement with some dildos until he can hold one in his throat without gagging.
You’re entirely correct about the hint of blackmail in the video technique. I enjoy threats of exposure, and with video the threat is implied.

After this, Master Aaron asked me about disciplinary techniques my previous Masters used on me, and I mentioned being locked in a closet and forced to watch a Master fuck his girlfriend. That led Master Aaron to add more insight:

A faggot should absolutely be a service animal. But I must admit, I do sometimes enjoy a little resistance. Like seasoning in food, it can turn something good into something great – but too much can ruin everything.

I like that idea of locking a faggot in a closet and making them watch real sex. Master Michael has a similar story from years ago, of making a faggot (a roommate of his at the time) wait under his bed while he went out, picked up a girl and came home and fucked her. 

The fag has gone to be with his family in Wales for Christmas, but we made sure he was carrying loads in him when he left, and he has been instructed to video himself eating his own cum each day that he’s away. He’s already sent the first one, and I’m extremely pleased. I thought him being away from his new situation, he might start to try to revert back to his old alter-ego, but he seems to be embracing his new position in life.

I must tell you that speaking with Master Aaron over the last couple of weeks has been a true highlight of this year. His depth of knowledge, his undeniable power, and his flawless instincts have just left me in awe and gratitude!

There will be much more from his great King in the future, and I’m hoping to hear from Master Michael someday as well!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

This post is part of a thread following a young faggot named Shawn who lost a chance to serve an Alpha but has had experiences after reconnecting with him years later. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Faggots often have disturbing tendencies to be overly dramatic, tell half-truths, and downright lie. I honestly think it’s part of the fallen nature of the faggot, this need to be dramatic, tragic, and attention-grabbing.

It’s one of the great challenges of running a site like this. I’m always trying to distill the nuggets of truth buried in some of the hyperventilating stories faggots tell me.

I was told a powerful story the other day by a faggot named Shawn. It involved his missed opportunity with an Alpha named Nathan, and his subsequent taking by two Alphas named Aaron and Michael. In the original telling of the story by Shawn, Aaron and Michael were an Alpha couple who then proceeded to “rape” Shawn in a hotel room.

It was hot and thrilling like the best faggot stories often are. And, sadly, it turns out to be partially untrue.

You see, Master Aaron contacted me after I published the story, and he was quite perturbed by the tall tale Shawn told me. There were certain aspects that were correct, but other details were incorrect or missing altogether.

So Master Aaron demanded that I publish his correction memo on Shawn’s original tale:

I’m a little shocked that my delinquent faggot has been sharing his story with you, but i wanted to make a couple of things clear and I want you to make this clear on your site.

First, as he has explicitly stated himself, his first encounter with an alpha was consensual, and did NOT involve force. He has said himself since, several times, that he gave himself willingly. The Alpha involved is a friend of mine and he knew what he was doing, they both did. The fag may choose to frame it that way at times to add some psychological distance from what he agreed to do, and he may be titilated by the fantasy that force was involved, but he was not raped. And in our re-enactment, it was clear that he was a more than willing participant in this game that so many fags choose to play.

Secondly, and this is far less important, but I choose to clarify it – myself and Master Michael are not a couple. We use faggots together and we are very much of a mind when it come to what to do with them and how to use them. And the possibilities become much more interesting with the two of us. But Master Michael is straight, and married (and his wife is fully aware of his involvement in this lifestyle), and though I am broadly bisexual, I do not form romantic relationships with men.

Faggot Shawn has a lot to learn, and a long way to go. I appreciate your involvement in his evolution, and in his acceptance of his position in life, but I advise you to be more careful in what you post and to take the position that faggots often re-imagine or re-interpret events to fit a narrative they are still struggling with.

But yes, his cunting was a glory to behold, and his tears tasted like heaven. It’s nothing, though, compared to what we have in store for him.

You can just feel the power coursing through this well-written letter, can’t you? The focus, the careful and forceful way Master Aaron makes his points … it definitely got my attention!

And honestly, the situation is now even more intriguing to me than it was before.

Master Michael being straight and taking an interest in the development and ownership of faggots with Master Aaron is exciting because it is something of an unusual occurrence. It’s not unheard of, but the manner by which this training is happening is certainly unique.

I pressed Master Aaron for more details about them, but he said he was waiting for me to print the above semi-retraction. However, he did add this about our errant brother Shawn:

The faggot Shawn isn’t particularly complex. He still has some resistance to his nature, which is to be expected considering his history. He’s identified with an image of himself – an image that has provided income and self-worth – and he has lived as a straight man for quite some time. His acceptance of his true self won’t happen all at once. That’s not an uncommon thing. But by varying his experiences, pushing his boundaries when we feel it’s right, making him feel safe and secure when we feel he needs it, we’ll mold him into the perfect faggot. He wants to please, that’s without question. And physically he’s quite beautiful, so he will be fun to share and easy to whore, if we take him down that route. 

I thought this extra tidbit was significant because it points to what I believe drives many Alphas to take on projects like Shawn. Given that Shawn is beautiful and hiding behind a façade of hetero-normativity, Alphas enjoy the challenge of exposing the faggot hiding within and breaking it down. When successfully broken, such challenges are like trophy slaves decorating the walls of an Alpha’s life.

There is no doubt that Masters Aaron and Michael are more than up for the challenge! I’m looking forward to speaking further with these two powerful Alpha Masters! And hopefully Shawn is ready to start obeying them!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

I have to get something down in writing on the growing legacy of Master Chad, the first-born son and primary protégé of Master Dino. You might remember that it was only just this year that Master Dino sat Master Chad down and explained to him that Jamie was, in fact, his faggot wife and that Alphas are meant to own and use faggots as part of their Kingdom over this Earth.

It was a lot to take in, but Master Chad needed only a few seconds before his overwhelming sex drive and deep love and respect for his Apex Alpha father caused him to immediately start using Jamie and then finding other faggots to use in-between breeding females. Compared to most Alphas, it was really just that fast.

Master Chad writes to me in the same rat-a-tat-tat style that his father does. To my ears, the words feel like little bullets shot at me by an automatic rifle. They’re BREATHLESS letters.

I have received SO MUCH EMAIL from that household (four Alphas, two faggots) that it’s literally a tsunami flooding my inbox every single day. I usually do a decent job keeping things straight (so to speak), but this is an impossible task. The job is made EXPONENTIALLY more difficult because Master Chad was using his father’s email address for the longest time (and little Jimmy the faggot was using Jamie’s), thereby rendering the process of unwinding emails almost impossible.

But I wanted to give you a taste of Master Chad (I would kill for a taste!). It’s already arranged that, if anything happens to Master Dino, Master Chad would take over possession of Jamie as his own faggot (thereby making sure Jamie is well taken care of for the rest of its life). The fact that Master Dino arranged that and Master Chad agreed to it gives me a WIDE-ON.

But here is the first email from Master Chad:

faggot 

First no faggot calls me Master unless I own it. you WILL call me SIR!

MY brothers and ME know that you and a lot of fags have been wishin’ you could ride OUR cocks. And yes WE all know OUR Dad is a God to faggots and whores all over. I believe MY Pop should be every Alpha Males ideal, kinda like THE prime example of all a MAN could and should be. I LOVE MY Pop. He’s one HELL of a Alpha Male. MY brothers all feel the same. Best fucking Dad in the world. When Pop told, well HE SHOWED ME by pumping a load down jamies throat, who HE was. Hahaha yeah faggot I’d had a couple of rough fantasies about fuckin’ a dude  like fuckin’ a cunt then fuckin’ her boyfriend while he was fuckin’ her. Just a note faggot. Pop has always been honest here and so will I. If I leave out anything its cause Pop said “No”. 

So when Pop started copping to the REAL shit in HIS life I knew as crazy as it sounded it sounded like what I imagine these goddamned religious zealots always preach about their religion. It felt like a revelation, it felt true and opened a door in MY head that a lot of people are gonna wish had stayed fuckin’ shut. So that’s how it was faggot.

How’d you think it felt fuckin’ faggot pussy, faggot.  It felt GREAT! And plowing any pussy feels fantastic. Busting MY nut in a pussy while it squirms and yells, it’s an experience every REAL Man fuckin prowls the streets for, ain’t it ? I found a couple of pussies that I was determined to own and one of them is now the most important hole in MY life. Yeah I’m young and there’s hundreds of fuckable cunts in MY future but I understand the importance of love as well as service in the cumhole I want to be MY faggot wife. I see shit Dad’s way, Joe is different. HES not concerned with love and shit. HE just wants a couple of fags or cunts to fuck every day, no strings, no love just open holes to fuck and cum in. And MY twin brothers definitely got their own thing, maybe too much love goin’ on there but whatever gets an Alpha off, right faggot?

Well I was beginning to think something was wrong with ME cause MY fuckin dick stayed HARD from the time I sprouted MY first pube til this second. And it’s hard right now because a faggot that shall remain nameless is busy sucking out a load. Hahaha But,male, female  faggot, their all kinds of sweet holes to fuck and fill. You want this dick and you ain’t some fuckin’ skank? Swallow it bitch! 
Why should MY feelings about female pussy change? It’s good and it serves a purpose. Its THE place that grows OUR offspring and its OUR duty to knock up any bitch we see fit to be an oven for our sperm. 
Yeah, the jamie thing is something special between ME and Pop. I’m seeing true devotion and love because of it. Pop knows I’ve got some strong protective feelings for it. I’ve cunted it twice now and no matter who I fuck it how many that sweet cumhole is a permanent part of MY life and heart. My Pop is so smart. He knew I loved it before I did. 

I don’t know if I wanna own any fag except jamie. Pop says theres no better faggot and so far I believe it. I’ve had plenty of cunts and about 12 or 13 faggots and nobody compares with it yet.

Damn Pop’s trying to teach ME control having this faggot eat ME while I write. Fuck . How Pop had jamie under the desk and worked, talking to people on the phone and in right fuckin’ there is a shining example for US guys. If I can achieve THAT level of concentration and control I MIGHT feel like Pop’s equal instead of HIM being MY hero. My FATHER is a MAN and deserves OUR respect AND everyone else’s. 

I’m done faggot. It was kinda interesting. I might talk again. Oh, and faggot if you were in as you said, in front if ME on your knees, face to the ground you’d have MY cock in your ass. Haha See you in your dreams cumhole. And I know you know what I look like so I know that pussy is clenched tight right now. Hahaha 

I’d be interested to hear your thoughts on this first email from this young god. He’s overwhelming in the same way his father Master Dino is. But whereas Master Dino has grown somewhat affectionate and sympathetic with me over the last few months (especially because I’ve shown little Jimmy the faggot son some love and attention), I don’t think I will ever get that from Master Chad. He’s young, horny, and more interested in sowing his oats than building a relationship with an online faggot like me.

But it is quite an experience to know him.

I will add this: I have seen pics of Master Dino’s sexy face (both current and when he was a teenager) and also Master Chad, and they are virtually identical. Master Chad inherited all of his father’s perfect genetics. The only appreciable differences between them is Master Chad’s dick is slightly bigger and Master Dino shoots more cum per load (but I think he might shoot more cum than a rhinoceros).

Anyway, I had to start this thread somewhere. There’s so much more material coming from this family that you simply wouldn’t believe it if I let you glimpse my inbox. I’m not even exaggerating.

I thank Master Chad not only for sharing his thoughts with me, but also for taking up the mantle of his Apex Alpha father. Alphahood is noble, a calling by Nature, and the great Men like Master Chad accept that glory and responsibility with wisdom!

This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

It’s been another long time since my last update about God Dino, Master Chad, Master Dean, and all of the other Alphas and faggots living in the compound God Dino built into some nameless mountain. With this crew, it’s better to not ask certain questions.

So much has happened to each member of The Clan over the last few months that I thought it might be good to update them all at once. Well, at least update the stuff I’m allowed to discuss! Covering this rough Hierarchical assembly of Kings and slaves is like trying to describe a season of Real Housewives in which everybody gets raped in every episode.

Anyway, let’s start at the top:

I’m glad to say that Jamie, God Dino’s loyal fagwife of 18 years, made a full recovery from cancer. After an all-clear from the doctor, God Dino took Jamie on a months-long vacation to several beachfront resorts for total relaxation. God Dino left the family empire in the very capable hands of Master Chad (assisted by Master Dean) while they were away.

The long rest for Jamie proved prescient. Once they returned, Master Chad determined to add significantly to the workload…

Master Chad might be the most prolific Alpha breeder I’ve ever covered here, maybe only rivaled by California Alpha. He’s fathered more than 40 children already! Of course, since his introduction to faggot pussy (covered here), he’s basically been breeding everything with a hole and filling it with his prodigious cumshots.

Out of the children he’s created so far, he fathered 13 sons by a couple of awful females who have been nothing but problems for him. So he teamed up with God Dino to take full custody of these 13 sons!

Now the 13 infants are living in The Compound and tended to by the faggots caring for everything there: Jamie, Jimmy, and the rainbow faggots greenfaggot, bluefaggot, orangefaggot, white faggot, and pinkfaggot. The faggots take turns with the babies as they each have other duties in service of the multiple Alphas living there. Needless to say, these faggots live harried but fulfilled lives!

Master Chad wanted a fagwife much like his Father, so he chose to marry his primary faggot C.C. in a sweet private ceremony.

But that’s not all! Recently C.C. said that she wanted to have a vagina fashioned out of her useless skin flap (not a full transition, just an extra hole for her Master), so God Dino called in a few favors and arranged for surgery. C.C.’s surgery went very well and should be returning home soon!

Master Dean and his faggot twin brother Jimmy are just 16 years old, but they’ve already experienced more of life’s wonder and fulfillment than most people four times their age. If you recall, they were already having sex with each other since the age of 10 without the oversight of God Dino, their Hierarchical roles clearly defined from birth. Once God Dino took them in, they more fully accepted the truth of their situation. This allowed Master Dean to grow deeper into his very clear role as a burgeoning God Alpha, and it also allowed little Jimmy to truly blossom and thrive as his adorably insatiable faggot.

Master Dean wanted to make his ownership of Jimmy official by marrying his precious fag brother. Of course, this is difficult to do in most parts of the world. However, God Dino found out it could be accomplished in Argentina, so he flew with them out to that foreign land for the ceremony!

After the nuptials, the group then flew to Belgium for some authentic Belgium chocolate! How’s THAT for romance?!?

Many readers were inspired by the story of greenfaggot, and expressed hope that it was finding peace and success under God Dino’s care.

Indeed, greenfaggot has been doing well! In fact, greenfaggot has had a crucial role to play in the development of a powerful new straight Alpha who will soon debut here!

Schooling is progressing for bluefaggot with fine results, no easy feat considering the massive workload all of the faggots share! Recently Jamie remarked about how quickly bluefaggot is learning, which is encouraging!

This is most of what I’ve been allowed to update about The Clan. They’re very private but well-connected people, so I’m privileged to even be able to share this much.

I just don’t know if there has ever been a more intense, focused Hierarchical environment than the one cultivated by God Dino and his extended family. It’s been a wild ride, but I’ve cherished every crazy moment of it!

This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

My beautiful faggot friend Jamie has been steadily recovering from a terrifying bout of cancer and a grueling treatment regimen that has apparently overcome the tumors. It has been a time of great trial and some cautious jubilation. Soon Jamie and husband Master Dino will embark on a wonderful and recuperative three-month tour of several beaches together.

Jamie is a faggot who has seen and done it all in life, and experienced the pinnacle of Alpha raging and rutting at the hands of Master Dino (and now his Alpha sons, too!). So I guess it was no surprise that Jamie felt compelled to write a few thoughts about the midnight attack faggot Tim endured from Master Rex.

I hope you are doing well. As the house faggots and I were cleaning up the breakfast remains we listened to the podcast. The Men have gone to work so we freely chatted and voiced our opinions about the ‘problem’ of the day.  

As you know I have served my amazing Master for almost 2 decades. For 17 years I’ve been a live-in faggot and Master Dino collared me in 2007 and found me worthy of His name and ring in 2015. Since my situation is different than most I began asking what my babies thought of tim’s ‘rape’.  When we faggots are without our Men all know they may freely come to mommy with anything that troubles or concerns them. They look to me for advice and help. Also let me be clear-Master Dino refers to His Sons, both Alpha and faggot, as ‘our’ Sons so I do as well and They do treat me as such. Therefore, I receive a bit of respect not enjoyed by most faggots. I helped raise the Boys and helped instill Them with Their Father’s code of honor or, if faggots, i did my best to teach and show how we can be, as Daddy states, “top-shelf faggots”. 

It wasn’t a huge surprise to find, to varying degrees, my babies thought as I did. The word rape is kind of tossed around by Alpha and faggot alike. I know of one Alpha Brother of my Owner’s uses that word to describe every sexual encounter He has. Many faggots speak of being ‘raped’ in glowing terms because rough aggression is a big part of Alpha/faggot life. Face it, true faggots NEED to be used by their Owners rather roughly. We CRAVE the things that scare many in ‘polite society’. While I don’t believe anyone faggot or female should be abused, the faggots I know want or at least know at some point their Master will be aggressive and rough. Men have needs, some dark and primal, and faggots exist for Them to use, fulfilling those needs. Every faggot here agrees. When you submit and an Alpha claims you you become His property.  From that point ANYTHING He uses you for is His decision.  You gave yourself to Him.

Short of repeated physical abuse or murder your Owner has a perfect right to use you in any way He chooses. If you aren’t prepared for and can’t deal with ANY eventuality then you aren’t ready for service and possibly you aren’t a true faggot. I personally love it when my Master uses me to release His aggression and rage because in my soul I feel I am fulfilling my faggot purpose. I am His hole. I was created to take Him and His power inside me and relieve Him thereby fulfilling Him and giving Him His Hierarchical right to be Master.  Of course, afterward faggots are left trembling and gasping, maybe a bit injured, and maybe scared. After all, your Master just transferred His rage,  power, and even love into you. My advice when this happens is lie quietly. Replay the scene in your mind and FEEL your body, feel the warmth of His seed inside you, spreading and becoming part of you. Feel where His hands held you as He took you. If you don’t orgasm or feel as if you’re going to then I’m at a loss. Not one faggot here doesn’t understand that feeling of purpose, that feeling of, no matter of worthiness or anything, your Owner just showed you that He needed you. He just gifted you with His most prized treasures-intimacy and His semen. You were just allowed to see and experience His true self. By nature Men are not cuddly creatures. They have moments of genuine affection but you give Them real intimacy and affection by submitting to Their aggression and, quite frankly, being Their cum hole. This is what sustains a faggot, this is the highest of highs for us. We are holes that receive a Man’s most precious gifts, gifts He shares with no other-not even a female. We give Men things that women do not and that’s a HUGE honor for faggots. Sex with females is for population of the earth. Sex with faggots is for a Man’s pleasure, His satisfaction, His release. We faggots give Men what they need to feel like a Man.

To a true faggot there is no higher purpose than that.

I feel better knowing that the Queen of faggots largely agrees with my take on this issue. Jamie has endured some of the most violent and aggressive use known to fagdom. The fact that Jamie emerged from that trial by fire with a deeper and more profound appreciation and love for Alpha power really speaks to the need to use faggots that way.

I’m so glad that Tim seems to have come through this initial test quite well. Like Jamie, I hope Tim finds a powerful Alpha Master who will love it and use it forever!

This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I haven’t updated Jamie’s story as he battles cancer for the third time in his life. Master Dino and the family have been rallying around him in the most touching and love-affirming way imaginable. With that much positive reinforcement, it seems impossible to imagine Jamie not beating this scary affliction once again.

But it’s not going to be easy. Jamie had surgery to remove four cancers from his spine and liver. Now he’s been undergoing very powerful radiation therapy (perhaps the most barbaric form of cancer treatment) to eliminate any remaining cancer.

Little Bunny Jimmy wrote me this sweet and optimistic note to update me on what was happening.

Hi brother, It’s jimmy. How have you been? I’m tired but ok. I came home last night to be with King and just BE. You understand? I’m going back tonight because it’s starting to get bad for mommy. I mean getting sick and stuff. Daddy made me come home. I won’t again until mommy does unless the Men make me.

They said the treatments are aggressive. That’s the word and mommy’s hair is thinner the last 2 days. Mommy said the other times it was weeks before hair fell out but the treatments are as strong as they can do so it’s happening already and it’s all getting hard to watch. I don’t care. I’m going to be a good faggot like mommy. I never let mommy see me upset but Daddy caught me crying one day in the outer room on a break. That’s why He made me come home a night. But I’m not letting Him catch me again.

Daddy has been so sweet with mommy. Sometimes it’s like watching a different Man. He’s still real strong and authoritative but wow! I always knew Daddy loved mommy but Sam it’s just so strange to SEE the love without the rough talk He always has. He’s still real Manly but it’s tempered. (Isn’t. my vocabulary a lot better. I do school stuff when mommy is in radiation or the other stuff I can’t spell).

I was so grateful to have this update. I’ve been worried sick about my fag brother and friend! Jamie is the one I first met from the entire orbit of Master Dino, and we hit it off immediately.

Let me tell you, there isn’t a faggot on earth that worships and serves Alphas more voraciously or passionately than Jamie. Every molecule of Master Dino has been savored and consumed by this most dedicated brother, and his great love letters to his husband/Master are tributes to the undying devotion of a great faggot!

I wish my brother a speedy and complete recovery! He’s on my mind every day, and I love him!

Always,

sam the faggot

This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

The story of Master Matt admitting his love for his beloved faggot Yul is very close to my heart. I had an incredibly difficult time writing the story and then recording the accompanying podcast because it was so emotional and raw. I dearly love both Master Matt and Yul, and to see them in such turmoil broke my heart as much as it re-energized it.

In the podcast I mentioned Master Dino marrying his faggot Jamie and his son Master Chad proposing to his faggot Zak. Masters Dino and Chad are straight Alphas, but they have both fallen in love with their faggots because of the unbridled devotion of the faggots. They are just two of many examples of straight Alphas falling in love with faggots that I have painstakingly chronicled here over the years. IT HAPPENS, regardless of what anybody’s preconceived notions tell them.

I didn’t record the podcast to send any kind of message to Master Dino and his clan sequestered somewhere in the mountains of the American southeast, but they apparently gathered together to listen to that particular podcast as a family on Sunday morning.

And then Master Dino wrote this beautiful letter of support for Master Matt as he wrestles with the same issues Master Dino once did.

faggot,   This morning as jamie was coaxing its protein shake out of my nuts Zak came Into My sanctuary, knelt beside jamie and humbly expressed its desire for the family to listen to your podcast at breakfast. I knew something of importance was said because Zak is no drama queen so I patted its head as I pumped My faggot wife its 1st load of the day. Being the excellent faggot it is jamie motioned for Zak and let the faggot-in-law-to-be have My last 2 ropes of cum. Then both shared the ‘chore’ of cleaning the cock of the God both love and worship. 

As I watched their movements I was filled with several emotions but mostly amazement.  I wondered how My jamie could LOVE and worship so thoroughly, so completely after almost 18 years of being My cumhole. Then I remembered some times I had given it nothing but emotional pain and many tear filled nights-nights empty of anything except My prodigious load and My young Macho posturings. Before I knew it the 2 little dick lickers had Me ready to blast. And jamie being the sweet mommy figure of all My children here let the faggot daughter it loves have the first 6 ropes of the stuff jamie lives for as My wife smiled up at me beaming with pride. But I digress.

After listening, the faggots cleared the table while We Men discussed what we’d heard. All house faggots know if they have an opinion or a desire its fine to voice it when it doesn’t interfere with the Men’s discussion. jamie’s position as My wife and faggot mommy gives it the right to interrupt anyone but Me but it seldom to never takes that advantage. We spent over 2 hours on both sides of the topic of Alpha/faggot love. My Boys and their friend and Alpha Brother Shane heatedly defended their right to fall in love with ANYTHING they chose while still impregnating and/or eating out all the pussy available.

I could hear the faggots giggling and whispering as they cleaned the kitchen behind us. I thought back to those 1st months of jamie’s long and faithful devotion, equating what I’d just heard with Our situation and surprise, surprise! Hot stinging tears jumped to My eyes as I remembered 1 incident of jamie’s TOTAL humiliation because of its love and devotion to Me. (Save that for another time faggot)  It took 10 YEARS for My beloved cum dump to hear all it ever wanted – that I LOVED it. My take on such things had been what I assumed were most Alpha feelings on the subject, that I couldn’t love or kiss or ‘make love’ to a man, faggot or not. When I met My cumslut the ONLY use I had for faggots was as funny punching bags whose attempts to worship Me resulted in their pain and suffering, if not hospitalization.  (You know the story faggot)

But I saw and FELT something in its eyes when I met it that made Me listen to its sad story of an impoverished childhood, its success in its chosen field, and its instant knowledge that it was created to love only me from the 1st second of seeing Me. It took time for My young mind to realize several things. My jamie is, was, and forever will be a faggot NOT a man. It gave up a half a million dollar per year career it LOVED after Our discussion of My CONSIDERATION of allowing it to be My DL cocksucker. I’d never encountered such devotion from any breeder cunt. This faggot was giving Me its LIFE because I was thinking about keeping it on standby as a hole to cum in when I couldn’t find any other available hole. My babywhore taught Me the true meaning of ‘love’ and helped Me grow as a Man, a person, and stood proudly 2 steps behind on My path to becoming the Alpha Male/Father/and Husband I eventually became. My sweet cunt endured many terrible things and tolerated much so it could be a part of My world.

You see, My young mind was torn for over a year. The little hole would often make something that felt like love swell inside Me and would erupt into 1 of Our marathons of sex, bodily fluids, and total devotion to My desires. After the last pump of cum entered jamie My societal brainwashing would surface and I had to create a situation where I was forced to ‘behave as a MAN’ and I would punch My boy and occasionally beat it to the ground to save face. My foolish immaturity brought much needless pain to the sweet faggot I now PROUDLY love and cherish.

Think about that faggots – jamie so loved Me, so completely believed I could and would become a REAL Man one day that it endured not only physical beatings but also My own special brand of mental torture AND the fact that it’s only respite from abuse was attained through its service to Me which only led to more anger, recriminations, and yet more violence. All through that My wife cared for our home, My needs, My taunts, My desertion of months, and MY total control of its money, its very life AND IT NEVER WAIVERED. Not once did it ever raise its voice or disrespect Me in any way. It waited patiently for My return and treated Me with the same calm, loving devotion it always had. It BELIEVED in Me, something no one had EVER done. It was a long, hard road to get where we are now. Recounting all this I unashamedly admit My tears are flowing as My jamie sits between My legs, smiling and simply loving its Husband.

I believe I’ve taught My Sons one of the true lessons of life which is love whatever makes you happy. The love between 2 beings is THE foundation of a harmonious, fulfilling life. If one is blessed enough to find it in ANY package it arrives, unwrap that sucker and fill it with your seed and take it as yours and DAMN THE WORLD because We Men are Gods! No matter your previous actions and attitudes now adult responsibility must take over. Your future happiness is entirely on Your shoulders. You do as Your soul commands You and if You’ve listened closely You too will achieve the level of love, adoration, and fulfillment I and My faggot wife have finally reached. We are NOT equals but we are a married couple who love and understand who we are and what we need and know together we can achieve any goal and every pleasure a love/sex union could ever produce. 

Well faggot, you know I never admit My failings easily but to reveal one’s experiences for the benefit of knowledge for others is a true sign of manhood. I can never really make My shabby, immaturity towards My cunt justified so I now make sure every single day jamie knows it is MY hole, possession, heart, love and, of course, My beloved receptacle of My bodily fluids. No one can ever know all that passes between 2 beings that love each other and therefore cannot judge ANY relationship but their own.

You and your readers now know more about what makes Me, Me than My own family knows. I hope this helps any Alpha out there struggling with emotions they fear the ‘world’ won’t understand. My advice to the Master of Yul–stand firmly on Your truth, raise your fist with Your hole swallowing Your cock and yell a mighty “FUCK YOU!” to a world of fools and lemmings and blast Your load into WHOMEVER pleases You, Brother. And if You are true to yourself I will proudly call You My Brother.

FUCK YES!

This is a defiant middle finger to not only those who would judge God Alphas like him or Master Matt, but also to the societal expectations that attempt to shackle great Men and hinder their development into truly all-powerful beings. Master Dino chose to follow the truth he discovered in his heart, and he achieved it through rage and gritted teeth and years of fierce battles. He fought it and fought it until he realized he was fighting for no reason at all.

Gods do not make apologies or excuses to ants. Similarly, God Alphas owe nothing to the world except declarations of their own will.

Master Dino forged his own path, one of honesty, bravery, and truth. And here he pledges to fight alongside his God Alpha brother Master Matt as he begins this same journey.

I’m just a faggot, so my support for Master Matt is limited. But I hope Master Matt is strengthened by Alpha brothers like Master Dino rising up to unite with him and offering their support for him. The fraternity of Alphas is infinitely powerful and indestructible. It surrounds and protects Master Matt right now in this critical time of his life.

It leaves me kneeling, head bowed, with tears of gratitude and awe dropping to the earth. Thank you, Master Dino!

This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I knew when I published that post from Jamie about the damage Master Dino inflicted on it that I would soon hear from the Man Himself.

And, like clockwork, Master Dino appeared in my inbox!

I love being a weird little part of Master Dino’s Kingdom. I’ve come to love and respect all of them. So when I hear how my posts about them excite them so much, it gives me a warm feeling in my shriveled faggot heart.

Good evening faggot, Your post of Mine and My little dicklicker’s (he’s talking about his fag wife Jamie here) most recent trip to the Alpha Playground had the faggots all atwitter and the Men in a bit of awe of Their Alpha Father’s testosterone-fueled imagination and impishly wicked sense of fun.

If I leave ANY wisdom to My Sons it is if it isn’t any fun for you to do then it is the wrong thing for you to do. If one doesn’t get SOME enjoyment from life why the fuck be here?

Halloween is always meaningful to My faggot and I. No creature on earth will ever know why except My precious cumhole and I. I try to do something every year on Halloween, the anniversary of My making it My legal faggot wife, and the anniversary of the day it met Me and its life’s purpose was fulfilled. Three days that I make special for My faggot for which it spends the other 362 worshiping Me. Test Your power and put Your faggot through its paces and just use a little imagination and it adds an element of fun and a little extra grunt in Your rut. Like I always say about the Alpha Playground, ” Its the place faggots beg to enter and scream to leave.” Hahaha!

Anyway those 2 videos we emulated were some of jamie’s favorites. it knew what it was asking of Daddy. it knows Daddy has a dark side, which thrills the faggot. I suppose faggots are attracted to bad boys just like breeder cunts. jamie is the only living thing to have seen and been completely used by the unbridled dark half of Me so when it goes down certain paths with Daddy it may not know the journey but it has a goddamned good idea as to the condition in which it will arrive. As I’ve said before the hole I cum in isn’t as innocent as it appears. It’s a fucking cumguzzling slut! And I wouldn’t own it if it was any other way. Hahahahahaha

So faggot, the family was together discussing life, sex, and faggots all because of your post. I suppose Chad will share Zak since the pussy I own is out of commission for a minute. Zak’s a sweet hole. And don’t worry about your brother between what I feed it and the loads the Boys give AND the loads it “faggot charms” from them because it’s a dirty faggot whore, jamie will be just fine. Ha! All this wholesome family stuff is great but Goddamn, let’s get to fucking bed or get to bed and fuck or whatever. Fuck you faggot! Hahaha GOD

I don’t know if there is an Alpha on the planet who enjoys using faggots more than Master Dino. He and his Alpha sons are primal animals of pure lust, and their faggots are just as greedy to be used in any way possible.

From the first time I heard their story until now, I don’t know if I’ve heard of an Alpha/faggot relationship so violently perfect. It’s a Union bathed in blood and cum and wrapped in the unholy powers of darkness … and it’s beautiful. It’s beautiful like a dead, twisted old tree standing defiantly on a plain. Never ignored, never forgotten, and neverending.

This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I have long ago learned to stop doubting the overwhelming power of Master Dino. His insatiable and unapologetic use of both females and faggots has led to a lifetime of incredible moments, including the grooming of three Alpha sons and a faggot son. He’s been aided by his incredibly-loyal fag-wife Jamie for many years now.

They’re currently living a blessed life drenched in worship of Manhood and Apex Masculinity.

However, Master Dino recently related an incredible story so mind-boggling that it actually led me to insinuate that Master Dino was lying to me. Boy, did I regret that!

To set this up, let me explain something first. Those Hierarchy Unequals bracelets have been stalled for some time, but I wanted to try and mail a couple to figure out what it might cost to ship all of the orders. So I sent Jamie and little Jimmy two bracelets as a “thank you” for their willingness to share their lives on the site and for Master Dino’s agreement to an interview.

I didn’t really expect anything to happen from it. Master Dino and his clan are notoriously private people (honestly, it’s shocking that they ever agreed to be chronicled here), so I wasn’t sure if the bracelet would serve its desired function (to advertise that the wearer is a faggot).

Boy, was I wrong. Here’s Master Dino:

faggot,  I wanted you to know about another strange and interesting slice of Alpha life. Storms and floods knocked out everything in the mountainous area (no need to mention the state) we’ve been visiting-electricity, internet, cable, etc… We have several generators for just such occurrences and for winter as well.  After several days of nothing to do but fuck and be worshipped the faggots were exhausted and We Men were roaming the halls naked, roaring with pride, searching another room in which to create yet another scene of sodomy and SOMEWHAT vanilla debauchery. (I’m not Satan but He is a close relative. Ha!) On the 5th day the faggots were washing each other after bathing their Gods. jamies collar and its and jimmys faggot bracelets were lying beside the tub for their re-christening with Mine and Dean’s piss, respectively. All was well and happy. Then as the 1st splash of my piss hit jamies bracelet I heard a big truck coming up the mountain. Without baptizing its collar i let it have one good gulp before zipping up and in jeans alone and still wet from My bath i opened the door to a state line/repair man who, amazed that after 5 days we still had generators running, told me he was repairing an electrical problem at a substation. It was the only other thing on the mountain after My place.

We talked about 20 minutes and after he admitted he’d be working til 6 or so I invited him to stop for a beer or maybe something to eat on his way down the mount. It was only 10 a.m. and he’d impressed Me with some of his ideas of government and life in general. He thought the ‘retreat’ for My boys and teaching them to be Men out in the ‘wilds’ was unheard of for ‘city’ people but understood because I “sound like you might be from around here.” He left after saying he’d be back if he, “got around to it.” I told everyone we might have a visitor later, for an hour or so. I also told jamie and the boys to be cool while dude was here. I knew jimmy would gratefully hide in his little bed of Dean and Joe’s dirty clothes and jamie would adopt her ‘servant’ persona.

I’d about given up on Dan, dude’s name, when I heard the truck lumbering down the road. It stopped and he knocked. We sat in the loving room. jamie, dressed exactly as it should be, enter and asked if we’d like a drink. After 2 beers I’d talked him into some 70 year old brandy I had in the cellar. I knew jamie would cry if I made her go into the admittedly cavernous group of dimly lit rooms under the house so I excused myself and went to get the bottle.

What exactly happened while I was gone I can only guess but when I got back as I opened the door I heard Him say, “Is Dino your Master, faggot?” with jamie before Him on its knees. I asked WTF? ” You got faggots brother?” Dan asked. I said yes and told Him this particular faggot was also My prize and My wife to which he replied, “Sorry man, I didn’t mean to disrespect You or Your property. I saw its bracelet I didn’t know but I heard about faggot wives and I tell ya I guess you got a more peaceful life with a good faggot.”

Stop here. I mean … WHAT THE FUCK?!? The bracelet gave this random Alpha the idea to try and take control of Jamie! Incredible!

Believe me … the shock doesn’t stop there:

I laughed and accepted His apology. I asked how a 40something mountain Man had knowledge of faggots and he said, “First let Me ask You, all your boys Alphas?” I told Him yeah, all but one that’s on it’s way to becoming a top shelf faggot.” I yelled for jimmy and it raced into the room. Dan’s eyes twinkled and it was obvious jimmy made His dick jump.

Dan asked Me to join Him outside. Walking to his truck/van He threw open the back to reveal 2 cute faggots snuggled under blankets with various pieces of what I assumed were Dan’s dirty underwear and socks clutched to their faces. Dan said, “Could you and your boys do with some company for a while? I can call the office and tell ’em this Goddamned job may take 2 or 3 days up here before I’m done.” I told Him We could probably stand having ‘company’ for a while and slapped His back as He unlocked the fresh-to Me-holes and ordered them to get on their knees and bow to another Alpha God. He patted one’s head and said it’d kill puppies for Alpha spit and launched a fucking loogie dead center of the faggots open cocksuck. I felt My pole tingle and puff up a bit and said,” Yeah, My cumhole is the same.

As We entered the house I said maybe We should eat the dinner jamie made because, “I think We’re gonna need the energy My new brother. Hahaha”. Needless to say they stayed 3 days, barely eating, sleeping even less and giving the boys new holes to fill and conquer. Wasn’t exactly a bad time for this God either. Ha! Oh, you faggots. I’ve said it before, this goddamned world would be a whole lot duller without you dirty whores existing on and for Our semen.

So apparently this Alpha Dan had brought his two faggots along on his workday up into the mountain, and happened to run across a fellow Alpha and his house full of Alpha sons and faggots!

And the FUCKING UNEQUALS BRACELET made it happen!

Like I said at the outset, I didn’t believe a story this, well, unbelievable. However, it is apparently true. And it is a doozy of a true story.

However, I’ve come to accept that extraordinary Alphas lead extraordinary lives and experience extraordinary events.

Master Dino and his clan are most extraordinary!

This is an amazing excerpt from Hierarchy #160 featuring an interview with Apex Alpha Master Dino.

This is truth. Hierarchy Is Truth!