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!

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 would be an understatement to say that my post and podcast covering the latest news from Master Dino’s household excited Master Dino just a tad. More accurately, Master Dino loved my devoted, highly complimentary posts about his virile Alpha sons.

What followed was more than a day of non-stop fucking by Master Dino and his three Alpha sons. After Master Dino finally stopped assaulting him and fell asleep Jamie wrote a long, breathless letter than I feel compelled to share. It’s a monster!

Hey brother, I know I said we’d stop for a while but I had to share my nirvana with someone besides these heavenly brutes. They are all lying about our den in various states of undress, joking, smoking, and laughing in between commands to me to make this, fix that, I need a mouth to spit this in, rub my back, etc… jimmy lies in the corner on all the men’s clothes, happily sleeping with Dean’s tighty whities still stuffed in His mouth. it’s TOTALLY devoted to and thoroughly in love with Dean. The boys hit puberty at the same time and Dean, well, He’s a hellion. As soon as He discovered He had a hard, and almost overnight, huge meat pole between His newly hairy legs that morning years ago He remembered the porn He and His buddy saw His friends dad watching. The dad had been drunk and jacking and passed out with porn on a loop. Anyway He looked over and jimmy was looking at Dean’s cock standing proudly, straining so hard just aching to flood any available hole. He asked with a whisper if jimmy wanted to get fucked. He said its eyes sparkled with fear and jimmy shook its head no. Dean asked if it wanted to lick it and it lurched forward but caught itself, too late to hide its hunger. Dean said He laughed and with His crooked finger told His faggot brother to come over. Dean unashamedly says just before jimmys mouth covered the head Dean was squirting one of those huge Alpha loads the boys inherited from their Father. The first rope hit jimmys face and it ate its first load of cum, temporarily branded with a cum rope across its faggot face. Dean says that it sucked Him dry that day, load after load until he literally had to throw jimmy to the floor. jimmy fondly remembers Him looking at him lying on the floor, grinning with a look of love, lust, and a tiny bit of sexy disgust, saying ” I got a queer. You’re a faggot.”  It told me Dean flew off the bed, slammed it facedown and fucked His new faggot. Since it was His first pussy He came almost as soon as He hit bottom, something the guys tease Him about now, and to prove His prowess Dean has fucked jimmy on display in the den, purposely holding off cumming for hours-much to jimmys delight and the hoots and curses of the others.

Then jimmy confided in me Hes been in love since that first day of discovery for them and jimmy has belonged to Him since. Even though they’re brothers I think it’s a lifelong love such as between Daddy and i. Dean will test other faggots thru time I’m positive but I think jimmy is and always will be His favorite property. See while daddy was molesting me in His sanctuary the boys, all here to watch ballgames today, I guess decided to forgo athletics for some wicked Alpha boy fun. Chad says they all whispered and plotted, staring and pointing at Jimmy trying to tease and make it wonder what they were plotting. In true mischievous boy fashion they quickly made up a game called frosty faggot. Well, that simply means they stand in a circle around a kneeling jimmy and Jack off as many times as they can trying to cover its head with their loads. They don’t cum as much as Daddy but Chad is close to being as potent as His Father. (Chad is the only one whose cock is slightly longer than Daddy’s but not as ass-achingly thick) jimmy has a look of peace, a slight smile on its cum drenched face. Chad told me Dean made sure He pumped the last load and He did so on His underwear, shoved it cum first in the faggots mouth and told it to sleep.(He’d PROBABLY rode jimmy hard last night, i don’t know) That tells me Dean has a special love for His hole. I can relate to that contented smile.

If there’s a faggot on earth happier than jimmy its me. It started this morning when Daddy got your mail and assumed you’d printed something so he went to the site and read it.  brother, the look of pride on His Handsome badboy face when He saw you’d printed His cumshot for the world to see,  oh it was something special but He was NOT pleased you called us a crazy family. Daddy has a strong aversion to that word and you didn’t know so don’t worry about it. your brother calmed the demon. All is well now. Daddys sense of humor and indulgence of us silly faggots have returned. you see my Holy Warrior took all that aggression out on me and has spent hours raping, and filling His little cumslut. i cant really move very quickly and my entire being aches. Interestingly my bloody pussy is numb, tingly, so WARM. i love this feeling, my Husband’s cum spreading inside my cunt. Its SO warm and I feel it overtaking my being, Alpha cum punching out my own DNA and replacing it with Gods thick tasty semen. Daddy got a small butt plug for me to use to hold in all His cum after breeding me. It’s one of the best presents I ever received but I couldn’t use it today because I’m a bit injured-but a VERY good injured. i was allowed after Daddys loving assault to lie among Daddys gym clothes, and take in all that has just been done to me. BUT I’m getting ahead if myself, please allow me to go back to my amazing day. So daddy was angry but holding it in as He does. His self control is awesome but I admit I LOVE it when He decides to let go and allows the Prince of Darkness to come out and show His faggot He is the Master of all. He went to run as He does everyday.( i love it when He comes home all sweaty and breathing hard. One of my greatest pleasures in life is licking the sweat off His body afterwards) When He returned He looked at me and barked, “Get in the fucking bedroom cunt!: I had wings getting there, let me tell you. I could hear Him telling the boys to amuse themselves or some such thing and then His footsteps coming down the hall. Suddenly He was in the doorway with that look on His face that made me jam my fingers in a handily placed jar of lube and quickly threw some on and in the cunt that i KNEW was about to be destroyed. He slammed the door, literally ripped His t shirt off and shucked the bottoms, knocked me down on the bed, (His side, thank you creator god) and literally jumped on me, slamming that baseball bat cock to the hilt in me. I screamed He said “Shut the fuck up! He grabbed what’s left of my hair (lol) and jerked my head back and started RAVING, ” Goddamn piece of shit faggots! This and stupid is all you cunts know.” Pounding me fast as a jackhammer (no exaggeration) his arm locked around my neck and His other meaty hand covering my mouth.

After 47 minutes-i looked at the clock-of raping His lucky boy and cursing all faggotry He emptied Himself but instead of the usual masculine, loving aftercare i generally receive He quickly pulled out, laid back, grabbed my head forcing me down on the dick I’d kill for. He proceeded to fuck my mouth and throat with a vengeance I seldom see. I’d guess that lasted about 15 minutes before He stopped me so that just the head of his mighty cock was all that was in my mouth and fed me maybe the biggest load He ever shot, all the while cursing and saying things like” you want to die choking on my cum faggot? That’s what you told Me the night I took your soul.” (The night we were married) He began flooding my mouth and on every word shoved my head up and down on his spurting dick, “So (down) choke (up) on (down) this! (up, and looking into my eyes with that sarcastic leer, that sweet/evil smile) then forcing me to the root and pressing HARD, holding me there until He was empty. Of course my poor nose was bleeding, happy tears streaming down my cheeks. He looked at me with such love and said, “sorry babywhore, you ok?” i gave Him my brightest smile and said “i love my Daddy”. A look of animal lust crossed His face and He pushed me backward, picked up my legs and fucking JAMMED that big pole right back in His boy and TOOK what belongs to Him like so many other special nights.

Four hours and 3 loads later He was done. He stood up, smiled, brushed a tear away from my cheek, and said chuckling, “clean me up whore”  i spent the next 10 minutes searching for the last drop of cum in pubes, on and under His big nuts, i even licked the sweat from under His arms and hairy ass crack. He told me to lie on His sweaty running clothes and take a few to rest and think about what my battered senses and body enjoyed so much. Then he he came over, picked up his sweat soaked sock, turned it inside out, shoved it in my mouth and said, “Good faggot. Your reward for being such a good cumhole. Lie here and rub your little clit a while. Daddy will come for you when faggot playtime is over.” And He joined the boys after finding clean boxers to wear. In a second He was back, He grinned that superior, cocky, sexy way He does, grabbed his wife beater, threw it on and exited laughing. He put on the shirt just because He knows I find Him incredibly sexy in a wife beater. So there I sat, alone with my thoughts. To honor my Master’s wishes I kept the tasty gym sock in my mouth,  found the most odiferous spot of his jockstrap to breathe thru, snuggled into His pile of dirty clothes and rubbed my clit as I was told. All these sensations, smells aches and pains, the warmth of His gallons of semen inside me, trickling out of my hole (yes some blood too) the bruises already appearing on my arms and god knows where else. HIS scent, the smell of His cum, feet, even the smell of His junk mingled and hung in the air of His place of rest. Even though He says its ‘our’ bedroom to me its HIS sanctuary. ive just been lucky enough to be owned by this Alpha God and the thoughts of His violent love and aggressive sexiness makes my cunt start to pour. my God is sweet, evil, rough, gentle, just all-encompassing.

Now this happy faggot is making dinner, running beers to the guys, and stopping only to rest my fevered head on Daddy’s hairy leg so He can pat my head and tell me He loves His cuntboy. I hear the frosty faggot story (the kitchen is beside the den) as I chop onions and as a pinkish/white trail of cum runs down my leg I once again smile and find myself humming happily. Daddy yells that He’s REALLY horny today and to be ready for bed after dinner which causes laughter and Men noises to erupt. Daddy yells, “Did you hear me faggot?” I fly to to den kneel between His legs and say, “oh yes Daddy, I’m ready, waiting for your command” He smiles, jams His finger on my mouth and says, “Just wait and see what Daddy has for his good boy tonight”. Oh sam, I cant wait!

When I discovered that I had angered Master Dino with my off-the-cuff remark (meant as an innocent joke, not as a judgment), I immediately ripped off an email vigorously apologizing for that mistake and also congratulating him on what Jamie described as a legendary rape session. Master Dino eventually wrote me back:

I had something to attend to. you had no way of knowing. But you are correct,  because of my temper and My unabashed pride so many faggots will be dreaming they could have one meal of the feast jamie has daily-my thick load-well, it definitely brought the Prince of Darkness to the party. You know my middle name is Lucifer, don’t you? Fitting aye? And damn it, I missed the game. Ha! Im just joking. My cunt’s cunt is outta the ball game for a few days. It tore a little when I was rearranging its fucking womb and ovaries! Ha! Maybe it’s odd to the world but I’m massively proud of My semen. When I hit puberty at 9-yeah I was always ahead of the pack-and I told My Old Man and he thought I was just freaked out from nutting my 1st time. Fucker laughed. I went to my room and jacked to the point of no return, ran to my Dad’s study with My dick out pumped my load on his desk. His eyes widened and he said, “Goddamn boy, you are a fucking stallion.” Dad called the doc and told him My “problem”. I had xrays, tests, etc… turns out about 99 percent of males cum about 10 cc’s, some a bit more or less.1 percent of the male population cum at least ten cc’s or up to 10 ounces on 1 recorded case. Doc told Me ,” son, if you can find a rubber that’ll hold that load, wear it else every bitch you touch is gonna get pregnant.” Edging will add an extra rope or 2 to My load so after doing that about 30 hours-with a couple of breaks-the most I’ve ever shot was a cunthair over 5 ounces, a little over half a cup. If I just grab it and cum the average is about 3 ounces. I’d bet anything the majority of the 1 percenters are Alphan. When I was a kid I’d light fires just to extinguish them by blowing my load on them. Kids don’t realize the sacredness of their cum. I shouldn’t have wasted what is hungered for by so many. Anyway I was intrigued that that you posting My sperm made Me feel so FUCKING powerful. I may have to do a short video filling a measuring cup or even Jamie’s mouth if I can get close enough to hide its identity. Watch yourself faggot. I skimmed over what jamie sent you, did its hole destroying afternoon sound good to you. It has that innocent face and when, after over at least an hour of bone crunching fucking I noticed the pussy was bleeding. Faggot period. Hahahahahaha Anyway, after I came I asked it if it was ok and it looked at me with that babyface and simply said I love my Daddy and Fuck! I tore it up 3 more hours. Goddamn sheets look as if I slaughtered a pig. In a way I did. My dirty little pig boy’s soul was slaughtered but that’s ok. Like everything else its mine and I’ll fix it. I’m gonna have to settle in for a week of blowjobs since I cant have the pussy til it heals. Well I could take the pussy anytime,  its mine too of course but I wont hurt my baby like that. Hes actually MADE Me hurt it a couple of times when we were foolish kids and My ego was ASTOUNDINGLY huge but save that. Time to feed the babywhore. 

I cannot describe what it is like to discover some of these stories and the people behind them. Some of them have changed my life in profound ways.

Master Dino and his fag-wife Jamie have tremendously affected me and my outlook since they came into my life months ago. They’ve shown me new possibilities and perspectives within the Hierarchical framework. They come from backgrounds vastly different from mine, but we relate so well because we all acknowledge the same fundamental truth.

I thank both Master Dino and Jamie for sharing their experiences with me! They make me a better 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!

It’s been a long time!

You would not believe the number of pleading emails I sent to both Master Dino and his fag-wife Jamie over the last couple of months. They all went (mostly) unanswered. I was in a mild panic because the last thing I heard from Jamie was that something dramatic had happened, but he didn’t have time to tell me.

Boy, something dramatic DID happen! Actually, a couple of dramatic things happened. Strap in (or strap on, whatever you prefer) for this one, because it’s going to get REALLY bumpy!

BACKGROUND

Before I begin to get into the update proper, I lead to lay out some of the landscape of Master Dino’s life. As you might imagine, the lives of Apex Alphas can get quite complicated. They often have multiple females and have fathered multiple children, in addition to the many faggots they own and have installed in various places in the background. For the average male, such a life might seem overwhelming, but for Apex Alphas it is all a part of living a full and god-like life.

I knew some details about the lives of Master Dino and Jamie that I didn’t share in previous updates either because they asked me to keep it secret, or I didn’t think it was necessary for the story at hand. This mostly involved Master Dino’s extended family and his many kids.

But now I want to give you and overhead view of Master Dino’s sons, all teenagers very close in age.

We met Chad in the latest updates. As you might remember, Master Dino taught Chad the truth about Jamie and faggots in general, and Chad began fucking Jamie under his father’s guidance.

The next son is Joe.

Then there are twin boys, Dean and Jimmy.

THE NEW GODS

As it turns out, the dramatic turn of events involved the arrival of Master Dino’s son Joe to the house for the summer. Like he did with Chad, Master Dino introduced Joe to the idea of faggots and that Jamie was his fag-wife. Then he had Joe start fucking Jamie, too.

When Jamie finally got back to me, he rhapsodically described his new Master Joe:

Ok, i’m here to tell you about Joe. Oh my god sam, my head constantly spins like i’m on meth, my vision is blurred from exhaustion, I ache with pain from being FUCKED until MEN  fill both my holes with what feels like gallons of cum daily. When i eat or drink, i still taste Their cum. Daddy must remind me to eat food because my tummy is so full Alpha cum. i jokingly accuse my Gods of trying to drown Their grateful cumhole. Hehe sam, i have found my purpose. i’ve never felt so at peace, so sure of why i was put on this earth. Anyway, Joe is more outgoing and wilder than Chad. He’s even impressed His Father with His young Alpha inventiveness and enthusiasm and has inspired a depth of kinkiness in our lives that has brought a new closeness to my Owner and me. i think i understand now why Daddy never “served” me to His friends-all this time He’s been planning this. i believe He’s always known He needed to train me well so He could have living proof of what life could be for his offspring. He has been grooming me to instruct-by worship-and service-His Sons. Chad was anxious to begin His new life and has 2 fags and a female who loves that her ‘boyfriend’ is such a stud. Joe would live with us forever if His dad would allow it. His mom was and is a holy terror. He’s never known real life ‘happiness’ and Daddy had no idea He felt so uncared for. Even as a boy, Joe behaved as a Man. Honestly, i was afraid he’d develop ‘feelings’ that he shouldn’t but it looks as if He’s handling it well. He has an eye on a conquest. Its the ex-cumhole of a friend of Daddy’s and they were going to meet today until this other situation this morning. 

Now that is pretty incredible! First of all, Master Chad wasted little time leaping into fag ownership! Within just a couple of months he has a girlfriend and two owned faggots of his own! Master Dino’s instruction clearly made an impact!

But then to have Master Joe join in so readily! Can you imagine being a faggot being bred in both holes by Master Dino and his two Alpha sons all day every day??

But what is this “other situation” that Jamie casually tossed off during his rambling? Well, that was the intriguing part that made me eager to get back in touch with them. Weeks went by without even a word. Then, Jamie returned for a shocking new development:

Now, besides business we’ve been overrun with sons. I’ve been serving Joe with my all. It is Daddy’s blood that make these Alpha teens and anything that is created by Him I want inside me. Here’s where it gets sticky. The twins Dean and Jimmy were dropped off with no warning and came into the den where I had Daddy giving an erect , naked and waiting Joe instructions on how to dive in the pussy without tearing it and how he likes to shove his dirty boxers crotch first into my mouth to keep down my pleasure scream. Daddy, unruffled as always, just told them to sit, shut up and learn. After Joe pumped his nut into me and I cleaned him off (he came again when I was cleaning him.) Daddy turned to the other boys, explained calmly who and what i really am, what was going down with Joe and had already happened with Chad,  told them they were next and showed them my reward for being a good faggot – he fed me his copious load. It was fabulous, he’d been teaching all day but had not cum. I proudly had my Daddy feed me in front of His sons. My God i worship this Man!!!

Yes, that’s right – the twins unexpectedly showed up in the middle of a Father/son breeding session with Jamie and were forced to watch!

But there’s another wrinkle:

Anyway, I’m so giddy I didn’t finish my story, the twins! While I was between Daddy’s legs, savoring his cum before I swallowed I looked over at the twins for their reaction and Daddy began to laugh.  The elder twin Dean was calmly sitting back while his brother was swallowing his dick! It turns out Dean has been getting sucked off by jimmy since they were 10! So Daddy’s got 2 boys at once and I have a very happy little faggot son/brother in jimmy. I finally have a friend to confide in, to worship with. 

Unbelievable! The twin sons are Alpha and faggot! Even more remarkable, they were already fulfilling their Hierarchical roles naturally years earlier without any prompting!

Jamie then described what seems to be a daily occurrence at Master Dino’s house:

Today alone i sucked off all 3 Alpha boys and Daddy at least once and all 3 took the pussy today, Dean twice. The first time he was watching Joe fuck jimmy and he came after about 6 strokes but like his Father He just emptied his load in me and didn’t miss a beat, just kept on fucking. These Men are fuck machines and jimmy and i are the all too willing cumholes. I’m so proud and happy. And i know Daddy is PROUD not only of His boys but of me! THAT is what gives my faggot life meaning. A MAN owns me, cums in me, and loves me.

Needless to say I was pretty floored by Jamie’s hyperventilating account of these new developments. I found it especially curious that the twins Dean and Jimmy turned out to be Alpha and faggot; that is at least the third time I’ve encountered that phenomenon on this site.

I began pressing for more details on the sons when Master Dino began writing to me as well (the two perspectives have been difficult to piece together here).

We have the boys off and on and they make it tougher of course. I allow them some horsing around, fucking with jamie and such but I make sure they treat it correctly as much for their future faggots as for Mine. One of My boys is gonna be a handful and honesty I thought it’d be Chad but it’s that little shit Dean. The kid is shortish, about 5’10”, but his ego almost tops Mine-and you know that’s something! His dick looks as if it were cast from a mold of mine. Chad looks as I did, Joe is supremely intelligent and has My gift of making people agree with My every thought whether they want to or not, and Dean has My dick. BoyMan Dean wants to simply rape every hole. Now, a part of My Alpha ego shouts, “YES! That’s MY motherfucking Son!” but I control that. He needs no encouragement. I’ve got to tame him a little before I loose Him on the earth.

Of course, at this stage NONE of them understand the importance that a love relationship like Alpha and faggotwife might have for them later so I try to teach them both schools of thought and others but to me those are the 2 real choices. They may have a different view that pleases them but I want them to know what has worked so well for Dad.

Yes, if I didn’t say it sooner,  I’m very proud of ALL My grown seed. It’s been interesting and fun to have My eldest ones living with Me. Although the damned house smells like a fucking locker room where 40 dudes nutted 3 times a day for a month. Ha! jamie and jimmy love it for sure, the little perved fuckholes! Plus, 2 or 3 smoke but its let them deep clean or have the smell and an extra 2 hours a day to shoot them full of cum.

Then, before I could even react, Master Dino added this:

faggot I almost forgot to tell you while I’ve been writing jamie has been showing jimmy how to suck his father’s hard cock. My issue has just swallowed the 1st load it ever rubbed its clit thinking about. It ate it Father’s cum. I’ll let you wonder and dream about whether I’m about to fuck and breed My own offspring. You perverted fucking faggots, making Me want to pour My FUCKING HUGE LOAD INTO MY hole that I created. I AM ALIVE AND LIFE IS FUCKING FANTASTIC!!!

I don’t even know what to say about that last part. To my knowledge Master Dino has NOT fucked his faggot son, but he sounds awfully close to doing it, doesn’t he?

Jamie also echoed his Master’s thoughts about Dean to me:

Oh Sam, of you could SEE DEAN. He looks like he’s 18 and the biggest hellion of all the Boys. He has this wildness in His eyes and you can SMELL testosterone whenever He is near. (He reminds me more of Daddy than any of the Boys) He’s very quiet, intelligent, and kinda scary but its a good scary-at least to faggots. Dean is the one who at age 3 refused to wear any clothing and discovered it felt good to rub his penis. He never stopped. This Boy always knew He was supposed rule, even before He knew what that meant. At age five Dean was found outside with two neighbor kids, one boy one girl. They were 7 and 8 years old respectively and Dean had them taking turns putting His ‘wee-wee’ in their mouths. He didn’t know why, He just KNEW that’s what He wanted so He forced them-at 5 years old! Daddy always knew Dean was going to be the one hardest to handle but i suspect He will be proudest of Dean in the end.

After all of that, Master Dino wanted to extend some advice to Alphas and faggots everywhere that I found strangely touching.

I’m sure My life amazes, shocks,  and even draws one to envy, I’m sure. So I’m  gonna lay some shit down for you faggots and maybe an Alpha or two. I believe that if you are a superior Alpha you can teach your faggot to respond and react to anything you do, any move you make. It becomes automatic and you’ll appreciate that at times, if you’re like me, and don’t speak when irritated.  Its heaven to look at My hole and it knows what I want instantly.

For this level of service I allow it a bit if freedom. I know cages are all the rage right now and while I LOVE many sexual things the act of an Alpha cumming is an awesome and spectacular thing. The excuse for caging is so faggots concentrate on their pussy being their sex organ but ya gotta milk the fuckers or let them cum. Let me tell you all something,  MY hole cums every single time I do and any other time I desire it. It makes me proud that I can speak one sentence or sometimes surprise it with, say a mouthful of my spit, and it cums, never stopping any service, never touching its clitdick. It means a little around My dick in its throat and continues. What harm is it doing having a few seconds of extra pleasure, knowing its God just made the cunt drip?

As I said before, if you cant control YOUR fucking property and command your faggot to behave in this manner then it isn’t the hole that’s the problem.

Also I love My pussyboy but I don’t wanna see its little thing. It wears a jockstrap to hide the nub and accentuate what we Men want to see. I smoke. My faggot smoked when we met.  I saw no reason to reward it by making it mine and then punishing it for a human habit. So My dicklicker has some freedoms for a little respite from Daddy’s demands. Even though it LOVES and NEEDS My dominance even faggots need a few minutes to themselves. But Mine also knows that since it has that tiny bit it had BETTER follow every word I say to the letter or punishment will be necessary. And even Daddy’s not fond of disciplining His cumhole too harshly. That’s just one Alpha’s rules. There’s no harm in cages, I’d just rather My faggot do without the hassle. And maybe I’m a softie, I did make My hole My wife, My property. 

I’m sure the chastity purists out there will vehemently disagree with Master Dino on the above thoughts on the use of chastity devices (I’ve become a purist over the last two years), but he makes a very valid argument. Of course, Master Dino married his faggot, so the dynamic might be quite different from the typical Alpha/fag tryst.

So those are the bare bones of the story of Master Dino’s household over the last couple of frantic months. Honestly, they have both written so much to me over the last two weeks that I could probably assemble it into a small book.

Speaking of volumes, check out this pic of Master Dino’s cumshot he sent me:

I might try to assemble another post out of some of their other writings highlighting the great love and respect underlying their marriage. Honestly, it’s breathtaking to hear them talk about each other separately, so clearly Alpha and faggot (and not equal in any way) yet deeply respectful of the place each one inhabits in the life of the other. I think seeing how hard Jamie has worked to satisfy the needs (sexual and domestic) of his three Alpha sons while also teaching his own faggot son how to please Men has really impressed Master Dino in ways even he couldn’t anticipate.

I know I’m impressed. I’m impressed, dazed, and bewildered by the whole crazy family!

Thank you, Master Dino and my loyal brother Jamie!

P.S. I’ve been informed that Master Dino’s sons are aware of this site and Jamie thinks they have been reading some of it, so they very well might come across this post about them. In that case, I just want to thank Masters Chad, Joe, and Dean and my faggot brother Jimmy for sharing your discovery of truth!

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!

Earlier today I posted this truly remarkable video of a faggot being collared by its Master before being scent trained and it blew up all over my social media. I heard from faggots who have been collared, Masters who have collared their faggots, and lots of faggots who desperately want to wear the collar of an Alpha. It was almost an emotional reaction from many, a need. It took me a bit by surprise, honestly.

I don’t know why it did, though, because I also felt a twinge of yearning while watching the video. The collaring of a faggot seems to have an even deeper emotional response than the caging of a faggot. I think maybe it’s because of the connection to dogs, an animal usually beloved by Men. That, combined with the ownership aspect, creates a deeply personal symbolic meaning to the collar around their neck.

One person who was especially triggered by the post was my dear brother Jamie, the fag-wife of God Alpha Master Dino. The post resurrected the experience of his own collaring years ago at the hands of his great, all-powerful Alpha Master.

i was reading posts this morning and i saw the collar post and it brought back so many good memories I went to Daddy who was sitting at His desk in His boxers wearing (for some reason i never asked about) only one sock. i knelt and kissed His bare foot and tears of love and gratitude burst forth. I dried it up quickly and apologized. He smiled, knowing how my emotions have been close to the surface lately. Then He asked what the problem was.  i told Him that i was working on controlling my emotions (as He told me to do earlier) but i had a memory of Him putting the collar on me and it just made me so happy. He flashed His scorching smile and teasingly rolled His eyes in that “Oh, you faggots” way and then using my hair He pulled my face into His crotch and just allowed me to BREATHE Him in while He continued working.

After some time passed (no idea how much time, i was VERY happily occupied lost in His scent) He woke me from my beautiful daydreams told me what He wanted for dinner then said, ” I remember you really wanted to be collared and I acted as if I could give a fuck. All the while Alpha pride swelled it My chest and in My dick. I’d made you wait, teasing you by never mentioning it but by dropping other words in our talks that were designed to make you THINK about getting collared and make you squirm with need for Me. Ha! I am truly a bastard, ain’t I bitch?” And His laughter filled the room. He pulled His dick out and I zoomed back to Nirvana, my head lying between His legs and his sweaty sack covering my eyes and His soft dick going down my nose  where the head just lay on my partially open lips. HEAVEN ON EARTH! LOL

Daddy started again with His recollections of that night. “I tried hard not to allow My hole see that God was almost as excited as it was.” He said, still smiling at the picture of 2 barely legal boys, one earnestly striving to be a TRUE Alpha and not ‘announce’ His emotions and to stay calm and methodical and the other in a constant state of nervous awe of this ManGod who was REALLY claiming it for His own property. He said, “I think that night was a cornerstone in the fondation of the world I’ve built for us. That was the 1st real physical connection, proof that your faggot ass belonged to Me, that you had purpose and an owner who thought you were worth His attention and affection.”

He was right, as always. He had told me to hurry and finish clearing the dinner things and slapped my tender ass. (He had taken me only a few months before so my body was still adapting to His loving orders, His wonderfully rough way of being tender and His blindingly HARD ruts so i was in fag heaven). I followed Him to His bedroom and knelt again before Him. He told me to look at Him. I did slowly as I couldn’t be sure of His reaction. As was stated i’d only been His for a few months. i was sure of nothing except this was absolutely the most mercurial and magnificent Male ever and when i looked at Him He might pat my head or slap my face for daring to look. (It was still a time for Him to test my abilities and worthiness so shit could be quite interesting until He deemed my efforts noteworthy. Hehe) He smiled and took my chin and told me He was about to make ‘an honest faggot’ of me and laughed and told me to close my eyes. He then told to open them and I discovered a box on His lap. i asked permission with my eyes and He told me to open it. Inside was the strip of black leather with a few silver studs but to this faggot it was SO much more. As i reached for it my shaking hands betrayed my cool exterior-in the beginning Daddy did not allow me to express loving emotions. Being a straight Alpha it was some time before He became comfortable with my showing my love and devotion–except when He was fucking, raping, or anything else He might do that ended with His cum pumping into His faggot. He brushed my hair away from my face and took the collar. He told me to ‘hold that goddamn mop’ out of His way and

He collared me as I looked directly into His eyes, something i’ve done ONLY when He entered me for the first time, when we did something i’ll never tell for the first time together, and upon His command. When He closed that collar and fastened it i experienced almost all the emotion and pleasure as when He cunted me for the first time. i had SUCH a sensation of deep contentment, gratitude, i felt safe. i now BELONGED to Him–my Master, my God. Such a feeling of serenity swept over me, bringing tears. My adoration of Him mushroomed into an overwhelming feeling of worship, lust, and hunger for anything that came from His magnificent mind and body. The reason i was put here by creator God was to serve, to sate, and to service this perfect specimen of Manhood and Masculine power. i’ll never forget that moment, the moment i KNEW He was my purpose, my life’s work was for His glorification, His satisfaction. His pleasure was my reward in life. This God among Men was my destiny.

And then, using the collar to emphasize its meaning, He used my holes until dawn. Then, without releasing His last load, He bent His leg as a kind of pillow for me and pulled me down. He looked at me and seemed to just enjoy seeing me there. I think it was a ‘i think i love this hole’ moment for Daddy. He then put His hard dick in my mouth, about the first couple of inches, looked at me with such, well, love and stroked my cheek. Then with a tenderness that almost made me faint He said, ” Eat my load fucking faggot” and filed my mouth with His precious cum. It was too much for this cumhole and i was out.  When i woke hours later it was by my smiling God who allowed me to sleep 4 hours with His rod in my mouth. He told me to get in the shower and kneel where He baptised me and the collar with His piss.

Since then, I’ve asked if anything bought for me like the collar or my new unequals bracelet be sanctified by his piss. i believe He enjoys that but He’ll make me wait a bit, just to show who has control. And I freaking love that, and Him.  So that’s it. I guess I just wanted to share a very special memory.

I’ve said this before on the blog, but it really bears repeating after that gorgeous and worshipful message from Jamie: Alphas might pretend like they don’t care, but they have much deeper and more powerful emotions than we ever know until they act on them. They spend most of their lives hidden behind impenetrable walls of masculine bravado. To Men, a faggot is a thing you use or beat up, not love.

Jamie found himself in the clutches of one of the most violent and powerful Alpha Masters the world has ever known, and Jamie could be excused for thinking that Master Dino could never love or cherish him. And then, out of nowhere, Master Dino tenderly locks a collar around Jamie’s neck and makes a life commitment to the faggot. It’s no wonder the shock of the moment overwhelmed poor Jamie!

But this touching memory Jamie shared with me speaks to the tenderness, the commitment, and the sense of peace that collaring a faggot can have. It’s meaningful not only to the faggot, but, as Master Dino mentioned in the story, it’s also meaningful for the Alpha.

This might be one of my most favorite memories I’ve ever posted here. I thank Master Dino and Jamie for sharing it with me!

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 know many of my readers thrilled to the recent experience related by Jamie, the fag-wife of Master Dino. The benevolent kindness of Jamie’s GOD-MAN caused the pussies of faggots everywhere to flare open in ecstasy.

But it had been MONTHS since we heard directly from the God Himself. But he finally broke his silence yesterday after reading my report on Jamie. And, as always, it’s another scorched-earth missive of blistering Alpha power.

Hang on:

Good evening faggot. I wasn’t going to contact you until the weekend and that was to inform all the holes out there that My Son is now completely His own Man but in the adolescence of Alphahood. He has His own young dudes fuck/crash pad-all breeder pussy and stick pussy in N.Y. state (fuck, and beyond) better beware as He romps through this time in His Alpha Enlightenment. The smiling, darkly handsome young Alpha in the Italian car will exhaust your bodies, puncture your pussies, and rape your very soul. (He IS My son)  He will, in the words of one of His recent conquests (a former UPS driver around 30 years old) “I brought a package to His door. He opened the door He spoke calmly and with total control flashed a wicked smile that made me feel vulnerable and somehow naked before Him. He looked into my eyes and raped me in a way, without touching me. He bit a chunk from my soul and told me that I looked like a sweet hole cum in and I, at once, remembered hearing stories that some of the poor boys at our school performed acts in the dark that then seemed dirty and somewhat disturbing. Now, experiencing Chad, those acts made my mouth water and go dry at the same time. Ten minutes later I was naked on the floor in His apartment with His boxers in my mouth and His bare feet resting on different parts of me while He was studying Mahler’s German Art Songs on His I-phone. What kind of thug Master does that? One I wanna belong to, that’s who.”  Chad laughed and corrected His new hole, “you mean parts of a body that USED to be yours bitch.” Not that it’s at all important but Chad’s new hole was named jon but for a time I think the only name it wants is Chad’s Cumhole. I have never been more proud of My Son than in the last few months. 

Oh, I can already see at some point I’m going to butt heads with Him. He is Me at 16 in many ways-hardheaded and hard dicked. 16 and, not unique to Alphahood, thinks He’s learned enough to ‘swagger’. I told Him when He’d learned enough He’d know there’s no need for a swagger to attract, it’ll come TO you. He is decidedly the Son of Me.

Anyway that all happened while I was pampering and rebuilding the sweet, TIGHT hole that I own last week. But, I decided to write now and more talk about the pleasurable danger of My Son on cunts and faggots of the world another time. When I arrived home a bit ago I found my faggot troubled. It looked as if it were crying. It has been rather emotional of late but I understand the reasons and I’ve always encouraged my cute little cumhole to express its emotions to Daddy with humility and honesty and I will take care of all its troubles, to just be calm and your Master will always make it better. Now, I knew My pussyboy had told you of our little vacation because it won’t write you or do anything without informing Me first. Even in our very early days before I knew how to conduct Myself properly as an adult Alpha My cunt instinctively knew it should come to me for every need and desire it had.  it loved learning from, and feeding off of the one God who made its world turn and its soul sing. (its words, but I agree) Of course this and other lovingly submissive gestures and its unerring faggot instinct for what a MAN wants most from the world and in His own private world is simply irresistible for the strongest of Alpha Males. However, on with this. I did not know it sent you a second email (I did know it had written but not that it sent the letter because it usually has me read it) telling you the rest of the story, nor did I know of today’s podcast. jamie not telling me about this other letter is odd because as I just said it will not breathe sometimes unless I tell it to inhale. Lol. I’m only half-joking, it concerned Me a bit before I realized My little cock cleaner was only upset thinking Daddy would be disappointed with it because in its excitement to tell its brother in faggotry all that its Masterful provider had done for it, fucktard forgot to ask Daddy to read the letter. I couldn’t help it, I laughed my ass off.

Quickly I told it not to worry. In September I will have been the Demon God My hole has faithfully and aggressively submitted to and worshiped for 17 years. I sat down and it was at my feet. I pushed its head down on my leg, playfully smacked its cheek and calmly told it that all was well, that i trusted my baby, it was a good boy and not to be concerned. My cumhole has such devotion to Me, holds My approval of everything in the highest regard that even a goof as insignificant as this made it worried that it had somehow disappointed Me. To My jamie, My disappointment is much worse than any anger that might be directed at it. (In most circles the baby might be described as a polite and tough little shit but Daddy hardly ever sees that part of My bitch so other than knowing it’s not totally helpless that part of jamie is almost irrelevant.) So, I reassured it that everything was good. it then told Me of the podcast it discovered while I was at the office. It made Me remember something that seems like ages ago, My dirty angel came running to me, dropped to My feet, nuzzled its face in My leg hair (one of many endearing faggot-loves-Daddy habits) and told Me it had found your site and would I approve My hole being a regular reader of it. So I took some time and perused it. Well of course I found nothing objectionable and approved. sam, as I was then and still am, you impressed me with not only your obvious intelligence but with the fact that you teach, VERY correctly, what all faggots need to be taught to become exemplary examples of faggotry. Obviously, all situations are different but faggots with more than 3 brain cells can learn here, absorb not only what feels correct in its perverted soul but try to store everything possible somewhere in its mind for future use. The more you little ass cleaners learn, the more you will be able to please and even surprise your Owner when and if you are chosen by a Man. Nothing makes a better impression on one’s Master than a well-timed, perverted little surprise when your Alpha least suspects it. Always go the extra mile you whores of Men and if you work VERY hard to totally satisfy a Man, most will recognize what they could have by owning you. My ass kisser is happy, in love with his purpose in life – serving Me. It has endured more than most faggots ever see and I DON’T mean abuse. I mean HARD work. It – I almost said ‘he’s instead of it. That is a testament to My faggot’s stamina and durability that the slip almost occurred. it is certainly the toughest faggot I’ve encountered. With what My beloved faggot-wife HAD learned before the universe smiled and allowed it to meet Me and what it HAS learned since, jamie could be stranded in one of  the worst parts of the city and if it had something with which to protect itself I wouldn’t sweat it handling shit until I arrived. 

Anyway, sam, I listened to today’s podcast. Thank you for your faggot praise but I just live the Alpha Male life and do as my Inner Alpha suggests. Most of the time I teach by example. I believe whatever life one lives it should enhance not only oneself and equals but also, more importantly maybe, the inferiors who look to/love Him for all He brings to their little world. I seldom speak so frankly in such an open forum but you do good things here sam and you.have been a brother to my hole and given all faggots a little oasis where they can not only vicariously experience a quenching of their unending thirst for service and cum but also a place for them to LEARN. The old adage is knowledge is power. That should be amended to say faggot knowledge is Alpha Power. Do you boot lickers understand what this Alpha is saying?

So, I’m glad jamie has a brother, one with a similar outlook and similar goals-pleasing Men. Faggots, I enjoy teasing you, making your stick pussies clench and making you wish I would throw you on the couch (you don’t deserve a bed yet retard) and get knee-deep in your faggot cunt, fuck you BEYOND silly, and then punch My way out, leaving you a whimpering little puddle of faggot flesh, spit and cum. Are you squirming from just reading My words? You fucking wannabe whores that would slurp down My snot as if it were the last potable on earth sure do make the weight of responsibility We Alphas sometimes bear easier to endure. Good, learned faggots allow Us to empty our sometimes fevered minds and brains by emptying our loads into your quivering holes and to fuck our aggressions into your waiting souls. And do know that IS really your purpose and you should embrace your calling and worship with every particle of your faggot soul. Life is something humanity risks daily so take that chance for an Alpha if your inner faggot encounters one who makes you feel that you’d rather die than to NOT be owned by Him. After all the warnings jamie had from mutual friends about Me, he ignored them, listened to the little hole inside and took a chance.  It was a large and, I must admit, stupid chance on this egotistical 21-year-old God who knew little other than being guided by His cock, His fists, and His temper. However, after 38 years of life I am a mature, seasoned Alpha Male. I’ve grown and have acquired a great deal of knowledge-streetwise and formal. Remember jamie won the honor of belonging to and being loved and possessed by Me by taking the chance its heart (and its pussy) advised it to take. And it is one happy cumhole.

Once again My cunt has shown Me the world differently. I really, at 21, didn’t even know what TRUE love and devotion meant. My faggot showed me and did so in a way that allowed My immature (at the time) mind to believe it was all acquired by Myself alone, my power. And that, you sniveling piss lovers, is a GOOD faggot. Fuck all you Goddamn faggots! Hahahahahaha….

Imagine receiving THAT in your mailbox in the middle of the night and then trying to sleep at all afterward! `

Ultimately Master Dino’s letter is one of the most powerful defenses of the deep, primal connection that can develop between a Man (straight or gay) and his faggot. I love how Master Dino praised his faggot’s “toughness” as one of the qualities that impresses him. Men test the toughness of other males as they develop respect for each other, but it’s interesting that a straight Man might apply a similar standard to a faggot. It just speaks to Master Dino’s wisdom. He knows what he puts Jamie through, and Jamie has never wavered. That has earned Master Dino’s respect.

But what it really shows is the full spectrum of the Alpha/faggot dynamic. Almost anything is possible between a Man and his faggot. It simply requires honesty and a willingness to completely open up to each other and respect the roles each was born to perform.

I thank Master Dino for sharing this incredible story with me!

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!

After hearing about the surprise tropical vacation Master Dino gifted to his faggot wife Jamie, I was eager to find out what “final surprise” awaited Jamie when they returned home.

Jamie dutifully sent me a follow-up:

sam, i just had to tell you about the surprise waiting for me after our vacation. When we arrived I was organizing in my head just how to get my ManGod’s home back in order. Not that it was trashed but all my free time was taken while the Son of God lived with us, learned, and grew as a person, as well as an Alpha Male. Anyway, my AWESOME GOD had everything taken care of while we were away! I don’t know details but the place is IMMACULATE–WITH EVERYTHING EXACTLY WHERE IT BELONGS!

It was my emotional limit. After all the emotions of the last months, all the testosterone churning in my Men along with their naturally domineering personalities and Alpha NEED to pump/shoot cum into all available holes, my EVERYTHING was simply overloaded with joy and fulfillment and pride. i often think that there’s just no possible way for this Living Example of the perfect way Man and God can combine could make me worship and respect Him more than He already has. But, He does, and daily. And, that is an Alpha, isn’t it brother?

Anyway, i simply lost my humility for a moment and allowed unbridled ecstacy and pride of being HIS hole to overwhelm me and i imploded. i laid down at His–i have no more superlatives to bestow upon my Owner–feet and cried for what must have been an hour while i kissed His feet, caressed His furry legs, and murmured how magnificent, sexy, awesome, intelligent, omnipotent, powerful, passionate, etc…He is. How i would faithfully and slavishly i would honor, love, serve and service Him, all the while just feeling His overwhelming, comfortably smothering protective love washing over me. And in the middle of my faggot histrionics and lack of emotional control a calm came over me and i realized that my Daddy had said a comforting word or two before i crumpled at His feet and then He simply started doing some computer work for the office. Some might dare to say His seeming indifference was cold and uncaring but i KNOW my Daddy. That ‘indifference’ hid His brilliance. He knew that if i saw him calm and cool i would wonder why i wasn’t. i instantly realized, i just had a terrific time away, our life and home were in wonderful shape and i was feeling His masculine power and His love for His faggot permeate the room. On top of which i was lying at His feet almost incoherently worshiping Him (at His feet WHERE i BELONG) and this faggot shut the fuck up. my gratitude of His genius, and my total amazement and appreciation that such a ManGod could find anything He could actually love (and lust after) about any faggot, especially when my God could have a MUCH better looking, more appropriate cumdump than a (formerly) chubby, cumhole who is 10 years older, who is DEFINITELY not worthy of His vast reserves of patience and ABSOLUTELY not worthy of His unyielding love of His possessions. This strong devotion combined with His unshakable knowledge of His power to quietly, yet forcefully do ANYTHING He must to restore order and be the soothing, Alpha God presence to His family, the people He loves and protects (at times with His life) is what truly makes Him a God to all of us here.

I rambled on again but that seems to happen when i discuss the love of my life. Daddy says, “Tell the faggot I’ll try to shoot it an email this weekend–so its panties will have time to dry cause I know its little clit/dick just started dripping from the anticipation of contact with the God to whom you will forever belong. Now, put the mutherfucking phone down and get in bed.” Then smiling said,” you fucking cunt.” I will never understand why fate chose to gift me with belonging to this Alpha Male God.

Night brother… i got this feeling that I am about to be aggressively entered, pumped full of His copius, liquid passion, and made to feel i do deserve His all-encompassing love. my Daddy, He gives me LIFE!

This is such a vibrant description of what happens inside a faggot when owned completely by an Alpha Male.

We faggots are broken creatures. Scared. Insecure. The world around us feels dangerous and threatening.

So when an Alpha comes into our life and takes ownership of us, he brings with him order and purpose. We mindlessly work and tirelessly serve like hyperactive mice to make our Alpha happy, partially because, like a drug addict, we are afraid we will lose him.

So when an Alpha gives his faggot permission to decompress and commendation for a job well done, in that contemplative space the faggot becomes overwhelmed. All of these strong, suppressed emotions spring forth uncontrollably.

When a faggot is cunted, something similar happens. I strongly suspect it’s this phenomenon I’m talking about here.

Yes, it’s a shock reaction I’m describing. If you’ve ever seen a front-line worker during a disaster, they work so hard for so long, often subsisting on pure adrenaline alone … but once the danger has passed, they collapse and weep out of either joy or agony.

Cunted faggots or faggots in situations like Jamie’s above weep mostly out of extreme joy and gratitude. We break down because we feel so unworthy of our owner’s love and wise concern.

Master Dino may not have reacted to Jamie’s outburst, but inside he will remember every sob and every tear. These were the emotions of his faggot, his most valuable possession, gratefully offered in tribute to its god.

This is the very essence of this most primal and Hierarchical union. Alpha and faggot. Owner and owned. Master and slave. God and servant.

However it’s called, beneath it all runs deep and powerful rivers of respect, gratitude, adoration, and love.

Never feel ashamed to break down and share your feelings of gratitude with your Alpha. In his presence you are safe, and at his feet you are free.

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!

Easily one of the most electrifying true stories posted here over the last two years involved Master Dino, a dark and violent straight Apex Alpha, and a faggot named Jamie who taught him the true meaning of worship and eventually became Master Dino’s fag wife. Readers all around the world were inspired by Jamie’s brave and total submission to this God-Man, and Master Dino’s jaw-dropping letters were so intoxicatingly incendiary that they needed to have a warning label attached to them.

I have received probably one message a week since they went quiet a few months ago begging for more information about the pair. When we last left off, Master Dino had discovered that his teenage son Chad was also Alpha and subsequently allowed his faggot to service his son. That was one hell of a brutal way to stop a story of this magnitude! My readers (and I as well) were starving for more information.

There were scant details I would receive every so often. One thing I know about involved a tragedy in Master Dino’s family that caused him to lay low for a couple of months. Every so often Jamie would drop a note promising an update that would never come.

Well, it finally arrived, and it’s an incredible update!

Hey sam,  i have THE best ManGod ever! After the last few weeks (or months) i truly thought maybe my eternal positivity had gotten me in trouble. When the Master asked me if i’d be able to serve both He and His son until all Chad’s unfinished business was cleared away i chirped that it would be no problem at all. Always happy when I can do ANYTHING to please Daddy, i really didn’t consider it in detail. The consequences of that put a real strain on my body and brain. (Hehehe, there WERE many wonderful rewards for this happy yet worn faggot.)  But I truly am not a whining cunt. i just wanted to speak to the exhausted thing one last time.

The very day Chad moved into His new pad and His new life Daddy said, “Get 2 changes of clothes for us, and… oh yeah, c’mon over here.” He told me I had been a good boy, that i’d performed my duties above expectations, and then my owner told me He loved me more than He believed was possible. By this time i was on my knees hugging my God’s thigh while pressing my face against His crotch,  hoping to simply smell His AWESOME junk. He stroked my cheek a moment and then i heard the musical sound of His zipper and  He said, playfully, “Why don’t you empty My nuts, cunt.) God,i LOVE the way His nuts smell, the way His dick tastes, the way He makes me feel. Then He must’ve looked at a clock because He commanded me to hurry or we’d be late. For what i didn’t know but i quickly sped up sliding up to the head of His Manhood and down to the ‘root’, as He calls it. Then He cursed the fact that we were rushed and grabbed my hair. He pulled me off His pole, turned my head up toward Him and told me to ‘make Him cum–now.’ He was referring to the 2 things i can do for Him that will immediately force Him to pump his load into His cumhole. He only wants me to use those ‘tricks’ in an emergency so i wondered what was up as I positioned myself to administer the ‘treatment’. Within 30 seconds of my attention I felt His rockhard dick expand and grow just a tiny bit more and then came familiar pulsing of His dick as His thick yummy cum flooded my mouth and He fucking slammed His dick down my throat and held a death grip on my head as he fed His faggot’s body and nourished its soul. Of course, when i felt His first 2 ropes of cum hit the back of my throat this faggot started trembling and He made me orgasm, as He does almost every time His sacred seed is pumped into either of my holes.

Man, im sorry. i only meant to tell you i discovered that we were late to get the plane that took us to a tropical location where the ruler of my world ordered me to rest. Its been an amazing week. Daddy had hired a local couple as servants and neither of us had to do a thing except relax. Of course, because it is an essential of life to Daddy and to me, I was, happily, his daily (hehehe, or hourly) cum dump. Damn, i’m SO proud to be the receptacle of all His bodily fluids, ESPECIALLY His cum. And He did the sweetest thing. Daddy was determined that i should be as idle as possible, moving only when absolutely needed so He had arranged for a padded leather swing to be hung in a room so that He could fuck me and i wouldn’t have to move! He could flip me, raise and lower it for His comfort and he pampered me, spoiled me, fucked and filled me, and made sure i was comfortable, happy, and that my pussy and my ‘cocksuck’ were kept well supplied with His cum.

We are going home tomorrow, where my Savior tells me He has yet another surprise for His faggot fuckhole. He knows His possession. He knows I HATE leaving any decent beach so He’s done something else so leaving won’t be as much of a downer. i am loved and owned by THE greatest MAN to ever grace this world. Daddy is planning to tell you the rest of the Story of Chad before next week. I will say these weeks with Chad have been wonderful. Its only months away but the next son is 16 soon enough and the teaching, the service and guidance start all over again. Right now, in this moment and beyond all my focus and desire will be to serve ONLY my Husband and His desires, needs, and habits. i no longer need to divide my attentions or my energies. It’s nice being able to TOTALLY devote my mind and body to my Awesome God once more. BTW if my surprise at home is especially kicking, ill let you know what it is. Now i gotta go and ask my ManGod for several of those fluids mentioned above. i’ve really had a craving for His ball sweat. 

See ya brother!

faggot jamie 

From what I’ve come to know about Master Dino through his writings to me so far, this seems like a major leap forward! The attention to detail doesn’t surprise me at all, but the affection shown here for his property is absolutely breathtaking. Essentially, a straight Apex Alpha owes nothing to the faggots he owns, so Master Dino needed to do nothing for Jamie after months of tireless service. BUT HE DID IT ANYWAY.

I cannot imagine the high Jamie feels right now after being treated like a princess in a tropical paradise by a god-like superhuman Apex predator like Master Dino! What an undeserved privilege!

Thank you to my brother Jamie for this most memorable update!