This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

One of the aspects of faggot ownership that most Alphas overlook is how a faggot makes an Alpha feel about himself. Faggots have the unique ability to open the eyes of their Owners to the reality of their own power. Women don’t generally do this for Alphas, at least not nearly as completely as faggots do.

Why? Because faggots submit completely and worship completely, and with genuine selflessness. When an Alpha sees this and experiences this worship, it rewires his mind and clears certain pathways in his thinking that helps him level up. I believe it is connected to manifestation (believe you’re a King and it manifests), but whatever the connection there is no doubt it arises from the ownership of faggots.

The evidence of this transformation is everywhere. I’ve seen Alphas like Master @AlphaAesthetic8 become a worshiped Master and Owner of multiple faggots, which caused him to really embrace the truth of what his faggots believed about him and subsequently become a multimillionaire. He completely transformed through the ownership of faggots.

When I first met Master David he told me to refer to him as “King David”, and I thought it was curious. Yes, he’s a young straight Alpha who was just getting into owning faggots. However, his mindset was already altering, already ascending. He was believing the truth: he IS a King.

It’s pretty clear that belief has been reinforced by his faggots, especially after reading this update from Master David. Just listen to what his faggot says:

Yesterday I was fucking a gorgeous girl, one of my regular sexual toys. She’s very turned on by my domination over fags.

When we were resting side by side, while she lovingly kissed my hands, she asked me a question about fags. “Do you appreciate your inferiors?” I answered that yes, of course! I definitely appreciate my slave boys. They’re making my life so much easier and better! And she added “But do you show them appreciation? Obviously it’s for them to show love and respect for you, but I wonder if they feel appreciated by you?”

I deemed the question really interesting. I decided to pick up my phone and send a message to the stooge I felt most capable of answering with intelligence. An old classmate whom I’ve enslaved since I discovered my power, named Thomas.

“Hey boy! Out of curiosity, I’d like to know: do you feel that I appreciate you? Do I show you my appreciation? Answer honestly, no worries.”

My slave replied VERY promptly. Here’s his answer, that I find quite good!

“Master,

I feel greatly appreciated by you, Master! You show your appreciation in so many ways I am deeply greateful for!

I know you have the ability to use so many holes on so many boys and girls. So each time you choose to cum into me, I feel incredibly privileged to be worthy of your time, Master!

You often moan with pleasure when I massage your feet or worship your cock. It sends shivers down my spine, every time!

When I have satisfied you, you always ruffle my hair and you’ll probably never know how much joy it brings to me!

Hearing you saying the words “Good boy” nearly makes me cum in my pants, Master!

Master, having you in my life is the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. If anything, it’s me who doesn’t show enough appreciation to you, and I will make sure in future to constantly remind you what an extraordinary human being you are!

Master, I hope your ego is over the moon because if not, it means I’m a worthless failure! Please Master, I beg you to never, never stop reminding me how better you are than me if every fucking way!

Your devoted slave

Thomas”

I love that. My very existence is a blessing for you guys. Just a little from me is a hell of a lot for you! I may have a lot of goals in my life, but my inferiors have just one obsession: to make me happy. That’s great!

So long, faggot!

King David

You can understand how Master David came to believe in the reality of his Alphahood through the devoted worship of his long-term faggots. And because of that reinforced belief within himself, he’s able to level-up his life to heights greater than any of the other males around him or even other Alphas.

Owning faggots is a cheat code to a successful and powerful life!

The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a straight college Alpha named Jason who has taken ownership of a faggot classmate named Mason! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Why do straight Alphas take ownership of faggots? What causes them to consider it at all?

The answers are buried deep in the male psyche, a primal urge to dominate the weak. It’s this urge that causes teenage Alphas to bully fags and other weaklings. It’s the urge that makes Alphas possessive, competitive, and aggressive. It’s what makes Alphas our leaders and Kings.

When we think of Kings, we immediately think of Kingdoms. The average male wants his house to be his castle, but an Alpha thinks bigger. He wants a Kingdom that serves and worships him and his needs.

That Kingdom is built of females worshipers who service him sexually and give him babies, but it is also built of submissive males who can serve larger tasks and form and army to die at his command.

Faggots are the way an Alpha can have that vision of a Kingdom come true. Ownership of fags satisfies that primal Alpha urge to subjugate other males and emasculate them and control them. These thoughts might not be on a conscious level with Alphas, but subconsciously Alphas have that in them. It typically just takes the right faggot to ping it.

Here is a story about the faggot that first pinged straight Alpha Jason’s desire for a Kingdom. The faggot’s name is John, and Master Jason kindly offered to have John reach out to me and tell the story of how he came to be the first faggot owned by this incredible straight Alpha.

I don’t write really but I am the faggot John that Master Jason first owned and wanted to add onto this story after Sir encouraged me to write to you. I am honored as the faggot to have awakened Sir after seeing the Alpha he has grown to be, I wanted to provide some more details about Master Jason, I met Sir when I was a Senior and Sir was a freshman and instantly I knew he was an alpha simply after talking to him after a few minutes. I could sense his confident charisma and my friends who saw him were instantly whipped alongside myself. I ended up seeing him on campus and in the gym occasionally and was plagued by thoughts of just worshipping him. I had followed your page for a while now and knew I was a faggot, but merely chalked it up to more of a “kink” rather than a reality as I did “worship” some guys on it was sexual for my own pleasure rather than true servitude. 

My first time serving Sir was when one of my friends invited me a party that was being thrown by one of his friends I didn’t know at the time and I wish I remembered more details from then. I had a rough week to that point so I drank like hell at the party and ended up throwing up and being in a complete drunken daze when I ran into Sir outside. I barely remember this besides when he told me but I was in a drunken daze and told him everything about first my issues and then second how I think I’m a faggot and how I desperately wanted to serve him. He ended up watching over me and the other students who blacked out until next morning when I couldn’t find my friends. I was so apologetic at this time but he was so kind telling me it was all chill since he was looking after a couple others as well. After he and his friend confirmed everyone was okay, he drove me and a couple others  to our homes. I was the last person he dropped off when he told me about what I had said about being a faggot the night before and asked me about it. I was embarrassed but showed him the letter on your website to explain how I thought he was superior to me and I wanted to serve whatever he needed, whether it be worship or chores. He was taken aback but for that first time he had me pay for his gas and had me sniff his feet which he said was to test my boundaries. He was slow at first in testing what he could do, but once I gave him permission for everything it all took off. I drove around 30 minutes to his place each day to do all his chores, his homework, and if he let me worship him and he acknowledged me rarely calling me “Slave I need this done now.” His natural dominance made it impossible for me to escape and I knew it was where I belonged but what stuck to me was when one night I had a really bad situation unfold back at home and I tried to drive over and serve Sir but he noticed my head was elsewhere. He made it clear that I didn’t need to worship or do any chores today and told me “Hey man, I know we have this situation going but genuinely if it gets too much or something’s up talk to me”. We ended up talking and drinking a lot that night and it felt so casual and I felt seen, the fact he could balance his more dominant side but also stay caring from first meeting me and even looking out for me when I wasn’t serving him was made me want to stay with him. I was gladly owned by him for just under a year until I graduated, where I had to unfortunately fly back to my hometown to deal with some matters.

However, I had the privilege to serve Master Jason again this week for the first time in 9 months, as I had a business trip around an hour from where he lived and he is the same caring alpha but somehow more dominant than before! When I got there we talked for a while and he checked in on how I was doing taking care of my family which was the same genuine care he always possessed even when I was clearly below him. After our conversation, I worshipped him as usual before cleaning his muddy shoes. I was hesitant because I loved worshipping Sir’s feet but actual mud was new but he threatened “Clean my shoes now fag or I’ll lock you outside the room naked” so I instantly obeyed and was surprised by how direct he had gotten. As a reward though he ended up handcuffing me to the bed frame and tossed me one of his sweaty socks and said he would be back in a couple hours. I spent almost the entire time he was gone jerking off with one hand to his sweaty sock. When he came back I was blindfolded and handcuffed to a chair this time and gagged before he whispered since you’ve been such a good fag here’s your reward.

Then the unbelievable happened, I was graced with the opportunity of Master Jason fucking another woman in the same room as me! Sir was so powerful as I heard all her moans of pleasure and pain that were the loudest I had ever heard. The entire time my dick was hard but it was both a reward and torture hearing everything but being unable to see anything. After a while he ungagged me and told me to lick the girl’s feet and I obeyed before he told me “Don’t say a fucking word now that you’re not gagged alright faggot”. They fucked for another hour before Sir came and I remember that exact moment I had to control myself to not beg to see. After she left Sir teased me describing his cock while I still couldn’t see and I found myself begging for him to let me see. Even though I am a faggot, I never felt so humiliated in this moment that I begged for even the opportunity to just SEE his cock and not even be used as a hole. Unfortunately, when Sir let me see again he was fully clothed again but I still thanked him relentlessly for blessing me with the chance to hear him fuck and he told me I was such an obedient good boy. This was the first time he ever did anything sexual around me as I left it up to him what he thought I was deserving of and it felt so good getting his validation. He ended up staying in the room I paid for my business trip, while I was forced to sleep on the ground but I never felt more correct in what I was doing.

As a note to his character, the day after everything happened, he asked if everything was alright, which of course I said yes I enjoyed it all! Most alphas only care about themselves and their pleasure and while Sir rightfully puts himself first in using me, the fact he asked afterwards really shows the Master that Jason is. As a last note, Mason is quite attractive and built as well, when I first met him when Sir had him drive us to the airport, I did not think he was the Mason in your story and had I not known Sir owned him I would have served him or thought he was a master as well. I ended up telling Mason that he should cherish this opportunity and he was lucky to be owned by Master Jason because he is unlike any alpha had ever met and I wish I could be closer to serve him more often. That’s all from me I don’t write often but felt it was my duty to let everyone know the Alpha that Master Jason is. 

I was blown away by this gorgeous love letter John wrote about his Master, Jason. It’s so humble and honest and full of deep yearning and gratitude! I can’t wait for Master Jason to read it!

Please note that John cleverly used my “Letter To An Alpha” on this website to correctly explain hierarchy in terms that help to trigger him to action. I wrote it that way on purpose. I don’t know why so many faggots are failing to use the effective and FREE tools I’ve built to help them the way they helped John … well, I guess some just get it.

I love how Master Jason’s idea of a reward for his faggot was tying the faggot up and letting it listen to him fuck a female. Obviously, it was a perfect reward, but the fact that he has the awareness to comprehend his own power and its effect on everyone around him is astounding.

John is an outstanding faggot, which is why Master Jason (a true Protector Alpha) has kept him in his stable despite the long distances. Even though Master Jason has never allowed John to even taste his cum, he knows John is his property for life.

And, judging by this magnificent letter, I’d say Master Jason is right!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a young faggot named Asher by his actual uncle. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

One of the bigger surprises I’ve received from running a site like this and deeply covering so many stories is the number of faggots being enslaved into service to family members. I guess I always thought of that as taboo, but I’ve come to know that hierarchy runs deeper than I ever expected.

Asher is a young faggot who has been asking me questions in my “Questions From Readers” inbox about submitting and serving his uncle. I almost elevated Asher’s story to a proper blog thread with his last question about his uncle really claiming him as his faggot. Now I’m doing it because his uncle has really ramped things up.

But before I get to Asher’s update, I want to point out that, in my advice to his last question, I mentioned that chastity was the answer to his situation. With that in mind, listen to this:

I got in chastity but in a different way. You see, once my uncle accepted me as his faggot, he  told me that I have to earn action with my dick. Right now, I am only allowed to give him handjob. He has also said me to always  stay naked in the house and do chores. But my habit to touch my dick was still a problem. One day, after giving him handjob and cleaning him up with tissue (he has also said that I have to earn his cum), I went in other room and started tot touch my dick. I just wanted to feel my hand that just touched and jerked my God’s  dick. But he just barged in and caught me touching my dick and got angry. He grabbed my hand , took me to the bedroom and then tied both my hands at one leg of the bed. “Do not try to untie while I am out.” he said. I nodded and he left. I had never seen him this angry. He has always loved me and cared for me, even after accepting me being a fag. After about 2 hours he came back. He had brought some items in a bag. He untied me and then sat on the bed and made me sit on my knees between his legs.

“Look, I had already told you that you should not touch your nub. That is not how a fag get pleasure. You can only get pleasure if your master fucks you. Your pleasure is dependent on me. And you have disappointed me. So I am gonna you in chastity. I gave you a chance and you failed.”

“I am sorry, I did not mean to do it, but ..”

“No if n buts, you have to wear chastity. Now thank me for making you wear chastity.”

“Thank you uncle for making me wear chastity. “

It was a nice pink chastity, small in size as my dick is already not that big, and he also bought a dog collar.

“You should wear this all the time in the house, no matter what. It will show you your position.”

I honestly felt more faggy when he put on the collar on me. I guess this is how may faggot journey is turning out to be.

It’s pretty amazing to me that Asher’s uncle (a straight Alpha) understands faggot ownership so well. It seems to come to him naturally.

Also, how do straight Men understand chastity and its ability to mold faggots? It’s crazy to me. I guess it’s just a matter of understanding how taking away a faggot’s penis reduces them and forces them to focus.

I really think Asher will benefit from chastity … but that means his uncle will be using him sexually very soon. I hope Asher is ready for that!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the six year ownership of a 21-year-old faggot named Tim by his lifelong Asian friend and Alpha, Master Nick. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Most of us lose the friendships of our boyhood once we reach our teens and get into high school. Our circle of friends widens out, interests change, and we just move on. I’ve retained only one casual friend from my boyhood, whereas I still have many of my friends from high school close to me. It’s just the nature of things.

But every so often a boyhood friendship develops in such a way that the bond not only becomes stronger, but it even becomes vital. Such is the case with a faggot named Tim.

In youth, Tim was best friends with an Asian boy named Nick. They spent countless days together, playing and wrestling and making silly games and doing all of the crazy things boys do.

But then two critical events occurred that would change both of their lives forever. Here’s Tim with the story:

Hello brother Sam. I came across your website through browsing, and saw your posts about the Alpha Asians, and needed to share how I serve my Asian alpha god. I wanted to just share how happy I am to be not just his boyfriend, but his bitch, his slut, his faggot, and how excited I am for our next step in my life with my Sir. I really don’t have a question except whether it’s possible for me to fall in greater love and obsession with him.

My Sir and I are both 21 years old. My name is Tim, and my alpha is Nick. I submitted to him when we were 15, and it has been six of the best years of my life worshipping and serving his inexhaustible needs and his ever growing strength and power.

Right now I am typing while his afternoon load oozes around the thick butt plug put in my aching sore pussy, and I can’t wait until he finishes his evening home workout to fill me again. I have limited time to write as I will be there to serve, lick, suck, and present myself for his sweaty, pumped self after his workout, but I want to at least share the start of how everything fell into place for how I became Alpha Nick’s faggot boyfriend.

My family is white, Nick’s is Chinese/Japanese. We were childhood friends, neighbors and inseparable. Same school, same sports, same activities. I was always louder and bigger as a kid, but Nick, smaller and more quiet, was always able to control me from going overboard.

Nick was bullied in junior high for being Asian. I fought the bullies off, and thought that would be how it was. Me protecting Nick, no one messing with my best friend.

Everything changed when Nick had to move across the country for two years for his dad’s job. We were 13. I hated it. I didn’t want to lose Nick. We messaged for those two years, but I never saw him until he came back, and texted me to know he was home.

I rushed to see him, and I remember being absolutely floored. Gone was the lanky, scrawny Asian boy I protected. In his place when Nick opened the door was a defined muscled boy. When he hugged me hard, his bulging arms almost crushed everything out of me. My breath, my thoughts, my body. In place, I remember the hardness of his muscles, and above all, his rich smell.

We wrestled like we always did as kids, but things were different. He pinned me single-handedly and easily, put me in a chokehold and stared intensely at me as I struggled at his far superior strength until I tapped out. He flexed his big muscled arm above me, grinning down at me. I recall that moment so vividly as it was the first time I felt something inside me drop.

I didn’t know it then, but Nick had become a true Alpha in those two years. He had grown through so much. But all he told me was that he had to stand up to other people who were racist to him. Nick joined a gym and got into martial arts. He had gotten stronger and more confident. Only later would I know just how much stronger and confident.

We compared heights; before he left, I was over half a head taller. Back together, we were the same height, but he was so much more muscled and defined. Then came my first shock. We compared cocks. Over the two years, we had messaged about jerking off and what turned us on. But never any pictures.

I remember I was hard from our wrestling, the hardest I’ve ever been. Nick was hard too, from what I now know was from dominating me so easily and so powerfully. I remember trying to salvage my pride, saying I bet my cock was bigger. His silent grin said it all as we pulled down our shorts.

Brother Sam. I had never been so humbled. I measured myself, and I was proud of my 5 inches, knowing I had more to grow. What Nick revealed…when that dark, massive shaft came out. When Nick pointed that glistening giant head at me. When he laid his cock over my pathetic one, and it was almost twice my length, and more than twice my girth.

Nick didn’t say a word. He just grinned as I slowly jerked our cocks together. I couldn’t stop staring. Both down at his huge Asian cock dwarfing mine, then back at his smiling face. I don’t think we said anything for a good amount of time, that day was a blur.

I only remember that when we finally put our cocks away and sat down to play on his console, I couldn’t stop looking back at his heavy bulge pushing at the seams of his shorts. How his strong legs framed his groin, the way he sat, the way he stood and walked. That day is burned deep in my memory as the starting point of my faghood to my alpha friend and my master.

It was obvious the change in Nick back at school. I was still the louder one and outgoing, but I was the one following Nick around. I let him chose our lunch spot, and how he seemed to just be in charge of where he was, even when he was silent. That intense calm of his…everyone was visibly attracted to him. I was no exception. But I was happy he stuck with me.

Nick took me to work out, and before I fully submitted to him as my Alpha, they were the most intense and high times I had. My workout was nothing, I watched him pump weights, running, stretching. When he spotted me, my eyes could not leave his muscles. Nick knew. I knew. But I wasn’t ready to admit it that we were different now.

That changed one week where he was absent from school twice. I wanted to see if he was ok. I arrived at his house and heard low moaning and the sounds of heavy hard sex. I had watched porn before, not with Nick, but I could tell that there was fucking happening in his house.

I remember my head emptying. Only hearing the sounds of intense fucking. The high-pitched moans and someone else’s familiar voice growling deep and low.

I had used my spare key to let myself in, and the first thing I remember hitting me was the smell of male body and sweat. Smells I started to associate with working out with Nick. The next thing to hit me was the intense fucking sounds. Nick didn’t even bother taking it to his bedroom, he was in the living room.

Nick saw me, but he barely paused. He just told me to wait, and I watched, transfixed, as he railed hard and deep with such long strokes. I caught a glimpse of his slut, and recognized it as a star athlete from the senior high school we would attend the next year.

I only kept watching as he finished, pumping with deep powerful thrusts, and I realized, I wished it was me. As he pulled out and a massive, cum covered cock revealed itself, I remember wishing, I want that.

I don’t remember what I asked him, my mind was blanked and turning. But I remember him grinning at me, palming his still hard, monster cock, and saying, “All day.” I remember him telling me to come back later, and he went back to mounting his prey, who barely moved except moaning out. I wondered, and was jealous, of just how long he had been fucking him. By my 15 year old best friend.

Nick told me everything that night when I went over. How even when we were kids, he knew he was different. How moving away let him explore. How he started to fuck other people at the gym in the school he was at over there. How he even fucked his dad’s construction foreman when he visited. How the foreman became his muscled bitch for the last year he was over there.

Nick made me stroke him as he recounted the high number of guys he had fucked and used when he moved. I never had to use two hands before, but I did for his cock. He talked. I stroked. His pre dripped all over my hands. I remember I was kneeling in front of him as he sat, his huge body and cock towering over me.

When he finished talking, ending with who I learnt was the baseball captain of the high school I saw him fucking earlier, I held his cock in my hands like a trophy. I knew that we had changed. He wasn’t just my childhood friend. I asked him why didn’t he claim me like he did the others. That I knew.

He just said that unlike his other fags, I was special. And he wanted me to submit completely and without hesitation. Honestly he could have taken me that first day he came back and I would be his faithful fag forever, but he, in his own alpha way, loved and valued me.

I wish to share more, brother Sam. I want to tell you of the day he truly cunted me. How he truly transformed me into his. I want to tell you just how much stronger he’s gotten. How big he’s gotten. How his giant Asian cock has gotten even bigger, thicker, more monstrous. How I love every inch of it. How he now towers over me, an absolute beast of a hunk, how his defined, muscled Asian body commands attention, and how beautiful he looks as an Alpha god no matter what he is doing. How over the next six years, he grew into the amazing strong Alpha he is, owning multiple faggots with his powerful demeanor.

And how through all he has ascended, no matter who he uses or controls, he still always makes time and space for me. Claiming me like he did six years ago. And every time he does, every time he buries his mammoth cock inside me, laying his enormous body on top of me, calls me his boyfriend fag, how when he slam fucks me til I’m seeing black, I can still hear his low, deep voice saying how he could stay inside me forever.

But I can hear his workout ending. He always finishes his home workout by aggressively smashing the heavy bag around, and even through multiple walls, I can hear just how punishing the thuds are. And after every workout, I worship his sweat, muscles, and cock before he claims me brutally and overwhelmingly. I live for it, brother Sam. I live for Sir Nick, all of him, for every thought of mine to be fucked full of Him.

So much in this startling and detailed story to unpack!

First of all, I think it’s fair to say we can dispel any doubts about the genetic nature of Alphahood. Master Nick was born Alpha, but it wasn’t unleashed until circumstances forced it to the surface (I suppose much like Bruce Banner and The Hulk). But how did Master Nick return at age 15 after two years with so much dominance and so much power and control over faggots? Did he go away to Alpha School?

No, of course he didn’t. He knew these things because Alphahood is a programming gifted to our greatest Men. The genetic secrets and wisdom of Alphahood are sacred mysteries shared and protected among only the members of this elite fraternity. Master Nick was born with these secrets and codes baked into his very psyche.

Kudos to my brother Tim for instantly recognizing the overwhelming and undeniable Alphahood of his old friend, and having the sense to submit completely! It might’ve been easy to fall into jealous rages or competitions with a friend who once seemed like an equal. However, Tim instantly realized they were no longer even close to being equal. That takes proper humility!

I really hope Tim continues to share more illuminating stories about the six years he’s been blessed to serve as Master Nick’s primary faggot!

The following post is part of a thread following the story of Mika, a teenage faggot in Peru who bravely and successfully seduced a straight Alpha named Gael. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been so long since I’ve been a virgin in anything that I can barely remember what it was like. However, I do remember the excitement and electric thrill of every touch and sensation that accompanied every new discovery. Everything was so fresh and vibrant in those youthful days of exploration!

Those warm, gauzy memories are why I love hearing from young Alphas and faggots who are experiencing their first tastes and touches and what fulfillment and purpose feel like. Their excitement is infectious and endearing, and I want each one of them to be safe and joyful as they dive into it!

I’m saying this because I dearly loved hearing from my little teen brother Mika again. He’s been claimed by a straight Alpha at his high school named Gael. They’re both “firsts” for each other, and they’re feeling their way through this tsunami of sensation with tingling anticipation.

Mika is especially excited, and I get it. When I started serving my first Alpha, Roger, I didn’t know from day to day what might be next. I’d pop out of bed every morning, eager to get to school so I could see my Owner again. Mika is a bit like that now, as his latest note indicates:

Hi Sam!

This is Mika from Peru again. Do you remember me?

I have so much to tell you… Gael told me that he wants a daily blow job everyday after my class. So he parks the car everyday in an empty part of the parking lot around 3 pm, and I must enter the car with no noise, such his dick, swallow his cum, and then he gives me a ride home. I am taking this daily task very seriously and want to improve more and more for my Master Gael. I noticed that he is moaning much more now than when I started, so I think he’s enjoying very much.

But the big news is that he wants my hole now! He said that he won’t get hard if he sees me as a man, so he wants me to wear makeup, lingerie and a dress next Saturday for him to take my virginity. I am soooo nervous… he said that we can wait more if I’m not ready yet, but he said that he’ll be very proud if I do what he says.

So Sam, I am watching videos online to prepare for this big day, do you have any tips for me? I don’t mind if it hurts but I really don’t want to disappoint him. He is not bisexual, he is completely straight, so I need to be a perfect girl for him! What do you think??

Thank you, Sam!! I love you so much

I love you too, Mika!

You can hear the nervousness in his words, the thrill of being able to taste his straight Master’s cock and seed every day. I bet it takes every bit of control Mika can muster to keep from RUNNING to that car after school!

But now Master Gael wants to take the next step and impregnate his new faggot! Awesome!

I’m afraid I can’t really help with advice on makeup and wigs and dresses. I don’t think much makeup would be needed on such a youthful face to make it more feminine.

But I can advise about preparing your pussy for breeding. First and foremost, you’ll need to get an enema bottle with a nozzle on it. You can usually find these in drug stores in the health section. You need to squirt a bottle of warm water into your pussy and then push it out into the toilet. You must keep repeating this until the water runs clear. Once that happens, you’ll be clean for several hours and give your Master a clean pussy to fuck.

To loosen up, I recommend a buttplug to loosen your hole enough for his cock to get inside without causing you too much pain. There’s also the Chopstick Method pioneered by Caged Jock, but that’s too hard to do alone. If you can’t get those items before Saturday, then I suggest you get a lot of lube and make sure you’re adequately lubed up (and his cock as well).

Also, part of this is mental. If you think to yourself “Oh he’s going to fuck me and it’s going to hurt!”, then you’ll probably be tense and your hole will be clenched tight. Instead, get excited. Think this way: “I can’t wait to feel my Master inside me, taking me and breeding me with his seed!” If you’re excited for it, your hole will get hungry to have his cock inside it!

This is such a wonderful time, sweetheart! Your Master is going to give you amazing memories, and you’re going to give him the gift of your virginity! So exciting!

You’ll be in my thoughts!

That post about rape really spoke to me and my experiences, because while I wasn’t straight up raped like you were sam, I was definitely coerced from agreeing to just oral to being penetrated multiple times. Both times they knew I rejected anal in our discussions beforehand, both times they took advantage of my enthusiasm in giving oral to get rougher and throat fuck me harder and harder until I needed a break.

That was probably my mistake, if I was better at training my gag reflex they wouldn’t have thought about it, but both men flipped me over and reassured me they weren’t going to fuck me so I didn’t protest. They both used the cliche line they just wanted to grind and tease my hole with the tip, then it became just the tip, and then I was fully penetrated. They were just such small steps it never felt appropriate to put up vigorous resistance. Why would I fight back if he just wanted to grind against my ass while he gives my throat a break? Why would I fight back if it’s just some fingers or just the tip?

If I sound like a dumb faggot it’s because I was. I underestimated the intensity and pain of being penetrated, and going from just the tip to balls deep pounding felt like the blink of an eye. Keep in mind I was still rattled from a brutal throat fuck.

I never explicitly told them it was ok, but I also never fought back. And I really think they would have stopped if I did, but I also can’t imagine how I could have vigorously expressed any resistance in my state.

I think a woman in my position would feel like it was rape, but I don’t think either of them did and so I don’t either. It’s just crazy to me that they both had the same playbook, first reassuring me they weren’t going to do the thing they clearly were about to do.

Please do post more stories about the just oral to getting fully penetrated scenario, it brings back memories.

This question refers to this recent post about rape.

Thank you for your question/experience!

Male rape (especially when it involves faggots) goes underreported because faggots like me and you just shut up and accept that we are supposed to be used roughly by Alphas (which is mostly true). We just shrug it away.

I don’t think your situation counts as rape by any legal definition, but those Alphas absolutely pushed you past your limits without considering your feelings or your physical pain.

I have some research on rape (discovered by a faggot using ChatGPT that’ll be coming in the near future, so keep your eyes out for that!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WHEW!

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

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

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

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

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

Master Jase continued:

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

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

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

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

And that, to me, is the whole point.

Thank you, Master Jase!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This site has been blessed to know and feature two overwhelming Asian God Alpha super-predators, Master Alex and Master Jase. They’re both very similar, and both seeming anomalies among their Asian brethren. They’re hugely muscular, well-hung (at least nine inches), and ferocious hunters and breeders of faggots.

After my first update about Master Alex, we talked and I asked for more detail about his life as a successful, muscular God Alpha who owns a vast stable of faggots. He replied this way:

I take great joy in making fags out of men who think they rule the world, only to realise that there is an alpha male who rules and controls over them. And I find them at all places I frequent. The high-end gym I frequent is free of charge, courtesy both of my PT fag and his boss, when they’re not keeping my body pumped and worshipping my muscles, scent and sweat on their floor, their bent over, cunt spread, aching for my cock to fuck them into that addictive daze they crave. Restaurants and bars where once a confident client is hidden under the table cloths choking on my cock while I enjoy a three course meal or a drink. Meeting with other agents at parties or functions and exchanging greetings with their wives, while they stare hungrily at my face and body, waiting for when I call on them and pound my thick ten inches deep up their pussies harder and better than they can ever pleasure their own women. Single fags, married fags, I have the lot; nothing changes the fact that I own them. That their pleasure they receive should only be from how much they can satisfy and please me. Their gratitude to be in service, their sore throbbing cunt lips a physical badge of honour that they’re mine. Their need to worship me only when I call them my obedient sluts.

You ask about my house fag when I arrive home in a mood. What he does is obey. To meet my needs. If I come home normally, he kneels and fishes out my cock and lets the heavy weight lie on his face while his hands work on my feet, massaging them. He doesn’t suck until I command him to. When I am done with the initial worship and skull fuck, he is to thank me before hanging my clothes or putting them in the laundry. If it is my workout or training clothes, I expect him to sniff and gag himself on my scented musky clothing. If I come home needing to breed, I pin him down, where he obediently opens his mouth for me to relentlessly drill his throat, deep and brutal, before flipping him like a toy and mercilessly whipping my ten inches in his oversized muscle pussy. Telling him how much he loves being my cock slut, desperate for my attention. How he whimpers in gratitude against my savage rhythm until I breed him and leave him slumped and gaped and cum drooling out his pussy against whatever surface I lasted railed him against. One would not expect him to be my house fag, with how gigantic and built he is with the stance and demeanor of a military trained veteran. Yet here he is, submissive and shaking and trembling in need under my Asian strength, craving my dark alpha cock to take his mind and body into orbit.

I have been in a rutting period here, faggot. You would only wish you were one of mine, with how ravenous and inexhaustible my need to fuck and breed has been in the past month or so. And it has not ended. It is not uncommon for my house to have two or more sluts on a daily basis, all of which end the night broken, dazed, red fleshed, limp piles of muscle with loads of my cum dripping out their mouth and cunts. And I am still cleaning my hard cock off on my house faggots swollen lips. Even right now, my cock head is being nursed on by a fag called up to keep my cock busy as I work.

This is like a “Day In The Life Of A God Alpha” diary entry. However, there’s clearly nothing ordinary about Master Alex’s life, especially right now as it’s mating season and he is breeding so furiously and so deeply that he seems intent on bending Nature itself into impregnating his fags, I’ve been “attacked” like this by aggressive God Alpha Masters before, and it can be quite overwhelming. But Master Alex feels like another animal entirely.

If there is a common thread in the lives of God Alphas like Master Alex, it’s this: they’re all wildly successful and accomplished professionally. This should not be surprising, since all good things flow upwards to Alphas. They get all of the high-paying jobs, all the respect, all of the attention, all of the money, and all of the pussy they can ever want.

I’m so happy that Master Alex embraced his God Alphahood early so that he may enjoy a long life of daily success and worship and Kingship!

Thank you, Master Alex, for continuing to share your jaw-dropping life!

The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a straight college Alpha named Jason who has taken ownership of a faggot classmate named Mason! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I must tell you it has been a real treasure to get to know Master Jason, the incredible straight college Alpha who recently reached out to me about his latest faggot Mason. Right from the start I recognized that, even though he’s only owned faggots for a couple of years, the ownership and training of them was almost second-nature to him. We always talk about how faggots are born to serve Men, but we rarely discuss how some straight Alphas are born to own faggots.

But Master Jason was born to own faggots.

To illustrate that I have a terrific story about Master Jason’s first faggot John (this faggot, still owned long distance by Master Jason, wrote to me about coming to be owned by him. I’ll share that in a separate post.

Now back to Mason. If you’ll recall, Mason thought he might not be a faggot, but Master Jason (utilizing his natural instincts) managed to break Mason and get Mason to admit he’s a faggot. There was even some light scent training as reinforcement.

I advised Master Jason to continue ramping up scent training and intensifying it in the hopes of cementing Mason’s resolve. That was, of course, exactly what Master Jason planned to do. He has incredible patience with faggots (part of his Protector Alpha personality); he understands that faggots are broken males in many ways and are vulnerable and scared. Master Jason’s training focuses on getting the faggot to embrace this purpose and then find fulfillment in becoming an owned faggot.

So Master Jason updated me on another little setback:

So far training Mason has been a process just slower yk since he is adapting to additional tasks I’ve assigned him, but ngl he’s done a good job of worshipping me and has been such an obedient fag now and the scent training has paid dividends. He’s even volunteered to do all my laundry without me asking, and I know he’s just been sniffing at my sweat-stained clothes. But I was surprised he didn’t write either and asked him about it but he doesn’t feel humiliated, just shocked bout the whole thing yk just a lot of things for him to handle at once.  I encouraged him to write to you about his perspective though, as he admitted not thinking his perspective was more important than mine. As for chastity, I’ll definitely look into making a ceremony for sure, def think it would create a closer alpha-faggot bond between us, but taking my time with it for now.

For scent training, it’s been kinda easy just bc I mentioned when we first talked I noticed how he took some of my gym clothes before, so his resistance isn’t as high. But to make him more addicted when we go to the gym I instruct him to smell my towel everytime I wipe sweat off to get him addicted to the scent and tell him I know he wants it and if he wants to continue serving me he needs to smell them. When we get back though I throw my gym socks at him and simply tell him that I know he wants to smell them and he has until I’m finished showering to smell them. I’ve been using this to train him to my scent but one time he was still sniffing my socks when I returned disobeying me so I didn’t let him worship or sniff my pits or clothes for 24 hours.  He ended up begging me if he could just use one of my gym shirts, which I flat out refused since he was disobedient.

This has made him so obedient that he knows when he can sniff and when he has to stop and he hasn’t made the mistake since then and scent training him has been almost a daily occurrence. I also reward him everytime he finishes my homework, cooks, or does the laundry by letting Mason sniff my pits and feet for around a couple minutes to really let him know that worshipping me is a reward. I’m planning to begin scent training him to my crotch soon by giving him my sweaty underwear to break him in and get him addicted, but tryna figure it still since my experience with John was different from other stories I’ve met since he never asked to worship my cock and he seemed happy just being my slave yk. So if ya have any tips feel free to lmk but that’s how its going so far.

Most of this sounded pretty good to me, and I complimented Master Jason for his patient approach and how it seemed to be paying off.

But then Master Jason sent me this troubling update:

For Mason though I took your advice man and tried to force his face into my crotch, but even tho he admitted he was a fag, he resisted a bit and couldn’t do so. For me I don’t find it weird, I am just selective on who actually gets to see and touch my cock. He apologized about being not ready and ended up tearing up a bit about being straight before to not being a fag and I did my best to comfort him, but I had to punish him and ended up tying him up in my room for a couple hours gagged with my sock. I encouraged him to write to you because although he’s obedient and everything, he still has these moments where I have to comfort him quite often. It’s definitely been a delicate balance yk with him more than any fag I’ve used just because I still see him as a brother of sorts, but I hope he does get better.

I do plan on moving forward in training him still over a longer period of time and I still haven’t really thought about placing my seed in him seeing as he hasn’t deserved it but a hole is a hole and if proves himself worthy I may consider it. 

How disappointing!

I have no idea how a guy can actively and repeatedly steal an Alpha’s underwear and still consider himself to be straight and not a faggot. I understand that Mason at first even told me that he felt like a Top and that he was “vers”, which was ridiculous to me given what he was doing with Master Jason’s underwear.

It honestly breaks my heart that Mason cannot let go of the delusions he clings to about being straight or anything other than a faggot. Even more tragic, he’s screwing up the opportunity to serve and be owned by a truly magnificent straight Alpha like Master Jason. Unlike most of his Alpha brothers, Master Jason shows patience and, even wilder, LOYALTY to his faggots. These are qualities that are very rare, and should NEVER be taken for granted.

While there are probably tens of thousands of faggots who would love to serve Master Jason, Mason is crying and begging off of it. It’s mind-boggling.

I can only praise Master Jason for attempting to comfort this faggot that resists his ownership and guidance. Most Alphas would’ve tossed it away by now, probably, especially straight ones who could be fucking pussy instead.

Thank you Master Jason for being a great Protector Alpha, a true example of Hierarchy at its finest!

This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I feel really blessed as a faggot in this position because I’ve been able to mentor so many faggots to find fulfillment, but also some powerful Alphas! Here on this site I have literally chronicled the ascensions of many straight Alphas, charted every new discovery about faggot ownership, and pointed them to even greater avenues of domination and power! It’s been an amazing ride for the last ten years!

One of my more recent favorites is Master David. This straight French Alpha had never owned a faggot (or even considered it) until he met me while searching for information about his submissive gay roommate Vincent. Now he owns not only Vincent, but a couple of other faggots he’s acquired at the gym. Through the complete use of these faggots, Master David has experienced so many incredible changes in his life.

Then, more recently, he claimed a couple, Charlene and her beta boyfriend Quentin. In the latest update, Master David forcefully took and fucked Charlene right in front of an awe-struck Quentin and basically took her as his girlfriend. All of these things are chronicled in the link above.

But now Master David has experienced something new in this latest update. Let’s see what it is:

Hey boy,

You remember when I took my bitch Charlène from my beta friend Quentin? Well, a lot have happened since then!

I have enjoyed having Charlène at my place (where I live with my roomate Vincent). I fucked her regularly and she enjoyed the perks of my superior life, with the service of my devoted servants! Her former boyfriend Quentin has often been there to provide me blowjobs and foot massages before and/or after I fucked her!

But of course, I kept on dating and fucking other women, as well as my serving boys. Charlène had a hard time to accept that. So much that she finally broke up with me. For lack of a better choice, she returned to Quentin, who was only too happy to get my leftovers. But obviously, it wasn’t long before she regretted it and begged me to fuck her again! 

I answered her I was no longer interested into having her as my official girlfriend, but that I was willing to fuck her once in a while as a side chick. But only at one condition: Quentin himself had to BEG me to fuck his girlfriend! Needless to say, Quentin went home, kneeled, kissed my feet and said “Please Sir, it would be my honor that you keep fucking my beloved girlfriend! I can’t please her as you do, Sir! I’m begging you! Please!” After cuming into his mouth, I accepted.

He gave me a key to their home. So now, when I feel like it, I go to their place, I burst into their bedroom and I fuck Charlène who screams with pleasure! Sometimes I dismiss Quentin, sometimes I make him stay and watch me what a real man do. He even had to lick my feet while I was fucking her! Usually, when I spend the night with her, Quentin bring us the breakfast in bed on the morning!

I think I like this arrangement even better than having Charlène as my girlfriend! Now, I have a cuck beta servant that I can humiliate when I want to and Charlène has finally been forced to accept her place as just a sexual slave for my pleasure.

Life is really fucking good when you’re an Alpha!

So long, sam the faggot!

King David

As you can see, Master David learned that he, as Alpha, has a need for SPACE and FREEDOM so he can use or enslave anyone he chooses. Alphas shouldn’t be tied down like that. To build a Kingdom, an Alpha like Master David must spend his days reveling in his power while allowing females and faggots to fulfill their place in service to him.

This is how Alphas grow!

When I told him that, Master David replied:

You nailed it, faggot! I want it all. I want to have my cake and it it too, and I know I can! Either you submit to my rules, or you fuck off out of my life! Fags and betas and chicks are lining up to kiss my feet and suck my dick. I will only pick the most obedient ones. Every inferior must remember that it is easily replaceable and it has to EARN its place at my feet! Not the other way around.

That’s something I had to say to Vincent, when I felt he was becoming a little possessive. I told him: “Keep in mind: I am everything for you, I am the center of your world, but you’re just a very, very small part of my life. If you piss me off, you will never serve me again! So you better remember your place!” He cried a lot, but since then he kept in line.

Gosh it feels so good to be the master! To be the one who matters!

Can you hear the overwhelming joy in Master David’s words? These exclamations might as well be the roar of a lion!

I wish more straight Alphas would do more experimentation, let go of their preconceived ideas, and allow greater circuits of power to flow through them! Faggots are a key that unlocks the vault containing unbelievable Alpha power! It’s there for the taking!

I’m so proud of Master David for being one of those smart straight Alphas, a true King who recognizes that males and females of all sorts must fall so that he may rise!

The following post is part of a thread detailing the admission and submission of a new faggot named Ben to a teen Destroyer Alpha named Grayson. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Being a faggot can be a terrifying experience. We contend with so much in terms of ostracism and derision, not to mention what we go through physically while being used, as well as trying to perform our daily duties while also trying to please demanding Alphas and Masters.

And that’s just when dealing with Protector Alphas! Now multiply that by 100% when it involves Destroyer Alphas.

I will say that Destroyer Alphas are rarer as they age, because of course they mature and start to realize how awful Destroyer Alpha behavior really is. But in their teens and twenties many Alphas exhibit Destroyer tendencies simply due to the excess of everything: they have more testosterone, more energy, more unbridled aggression and arrogance … while simultaneously lacking experience and wisdom and thoughtfulness. Those years are toxic with immature bully attitudes.

My first Alpha Roger (when we were 17) could possibly be considered something of a Destroyer Alpha in that he forced me to be his cocksucker and was always degrading me (of course, I liked it). However, I’ve certainly heard of worse tales of faggots being enslaved and terrorized by Destroyer Alphas in that age range.

But few sink as low as Grayson, the 18-year-old straight Alpha who has recently taken ownership of a college faggot named Ben.

When I wrote about Ben’s first serious encounter with Master Grayson, I chastised Ben for being unwilling to admit he’s a faggot. I had hoped that Master Grayson’s rough treatment of Ben during that encounter might shake Ben loose and help him accept the truth.

But I may have misunderstood Master Grayson’s true machinations. Ben wrote to me tonight and told me what happened this weekend, and it really rattled me. Here’s what he wrote:

I wanted to clarify for the story that i am a college graduate but my friend who I am serving is not in college yet but will be next year as he is 18 and recently graduated high school which was a large part of why I struggled to submit to someone younger than me. Reading your reply Sam you’re right I do believe I am not an alpha but I never really considered myself anything above a pre alpha, but even in my submission to my friend (Grayson) I won’t lie I topped another guy before the incident. I’m unsure how that will change over time but even in my submission I do feel my sex drive is intact. 

But for the update I didn’t expect it to be done so early on Sunday I thought he would call me over in the afternoon but just after midnight he told me I had 30 minutes to be there or he would tell everyone who I really was. I rushed to get ready and head over to his place where I greeted him on my knees as usual and I asked about his parents and he slapped me so hard my cheek stung and said “they’re out of town but from now on you don’t talk unless I say so got it”. I replied by nodding my head and he asked if I knew why he told me to come today and I told him no, his response was “Today is the first day of your faggot ass Month, and I want you to remember today that there is no faggot Pride, everything is just serving me” and I can’t lie somehow his words and manipulation already made my dick throb. Before I could head in though, he forced my mouth open and ended up facefucking me on his doorstep where anyone could see and I was so scared someone would see but I managed to do a lot better this time after training a bit more and actually got him to finish albeit it took more time. 

I thought I had done my job and all I had left was to maybe worship him and help him out for the day, but dragged me inside and I saw two of our mutual friends standing there. I felt so ashamed in the moment Sam that they saw me just take his load and I could see the respect they had for me fading from their eyes. When I hesitated to move Grayson commanded me to suck both of their dicks and there I was sucking on two more of my friends dicks and Grayson encouraging them “to be brutal since I’m just a fag”. After I had sucked everyone off and took their loads, Grayson said “you’re not done yet fag, both of them are going to give you a rating out of 10 on your head game. However far away that rating is multiplied by each other is the amount of slaps you’re getting.” I ended up receiving two 5/10 scores and had to take 25 slaps and a spitballs to the face.

The rest of the day didn’t get better as I had to stay up the entire night serving them being their footrest, cleaning the dishes, making them food, and giving them head while they were playing video games all while they occasionally just pushed me around forcing me to do their bidding. The one time I fell slightly asleep resting for a second, I got woken up to Grayson kicking me in the gut telling me “Fucking fag you don’t go to sleep unless I say so”. By the morning/noon I thought I could go soon since my mutual friends were leaving, but after they left Grayson had this wicked grin and told me to strip to my underwear and start sniffing his feet and actually sucking his toes. When I hesitated he yelled at me “Every fucking time if you disobey me you get punished, so suck my toes right now or else.” His demeanor made me so obedient and when I further worshipped him he ended up telling me in a monologue I can’t really forget, “Listen faggot, I don’t know what happened in college or whatever friendship we had before, right now you’re just my faggot. Nothing else so you obey me there’s no disobedience, you aim to pleasure me whatever I tell you. Any time you think you’re anywhere close to being above the dirt on my feet remind yourself that you are not even worth that. So get this in your faggot mind, I own you, there is nothing else anymore.” 

I want to say that changed something in me his words really resonated with me, but I still have thoughts of topping other guys still. But while I was still at his house, he instructed me to only crawl and wear white briefs whenever serving him at home and I ended up doing that for a couple of hours while doing his chores. A little bit before when I am writing this, after I had finished everything he assigned to me, he told me to come into his room. When I entered he blindfolded me and tied me up! Before I could even ask anything, I felt him take off my briefs and slam his dick into my raw hole when I had to scream. He ended up yelling, “I don’t care how much it hurts you’re going to take it and I want to hear you say my name and beg for it after each thrust or else you’re getting belt to ass”. When I didn’t reply he ended up whipping my ass with a belt and I had to force myself to beg for his dick while my entire body was in pain. Now this is the kicker, when he “finished” and pulled out, he took off the blindfold and showed me a video. It was me getting fucked but the entire time I thought it was his dick, it was actually an eggplant with me clearly begging him to fuck me with his dick. I was in complete shock and wanted to cry when he told me “My parents are out of town for a while so you’re going to be my Uber driver, if I call you answer and drive me I don’t care what plans you have, cancel them or else everyone you know sees this video.” I had no choice but to relent and now I am currently waiting in my car at the mall while he is with his girlfriend. I have never felt so deeply humiliated as I have today and being so scared of him leaking the video and both what I am going into and what he plans to do with his aggression. I can’t even comprehend everything that has happened yet today as I thought last time was fast but now it seems he is fully pushing all my limits and I can’t tell if this is healthy or this is what I have to get used to.

I’m a little shaken by this experience. I can only imagine how Ben feels.

Destroyer Alphas who do this sort of stuff don’t realize that their actions belie a great insecurity. You see, truly powerful Alphas don’t need to blackmail faggots or hurt them or abuse them in order to get the faggot to serve them. Only insecure Men do these kinds of things.

Now, Master Grayson is clearly immature (he’s only 18 years old), but what he’s doing to Ben goes beyond immaturity and smacks of sadism. It’s the kind of casual hatred for others that fuels those awful slap-a-stranger videos we see on social media. It’s as if Master Grayson is still a little kid pulling wings off of flies, burning ants, and exploding frogs just to kill things.

I don’t know how to guide Ben through what’s ahead here. I don’t think this is going to get better. Master Grayson has a taste of power from Ben’s submission (and also flexing it for his Alpha pack), and I think he’s going to push it more.

And I don’t think that’s healthy for Ben and his progression, especially if he’s honestly still unsure about what he wants.

I think the options look like this:

1. Ben tells Master Grayson he will not serve him anymore regardless of his blackmail threats
2. Ben kicks Master Grayson’s ass and steals some of his authority

The first one involves Ben simply not caring what people might think if they see it. I think this is an important thing for Master Grayson to consider: Master Grayson’s PARENTS aren’t going to like finding out what he’s been doing in their house. And they’re certainly not going to like that their son is doing that in their house to BLACKMAIL FAGGOTS.

Maybe Master Grayson needs to be threatened with that!

Sadistic bullies typically need to be confronted. That’s especially true when the sadistic bully is as stupid and immature as Master Grayson.

As for Ben, this experience has clearly opened him up to his faghood. So, like my rapist, he should be grateful in a way to Master Grayson for opening up his eyes. But I don’t think serving someone as cruel and hateful as Master Grayson is going to help him right now.

Anyone else have any thoughts on this troubling episode?

Hey man, love the info and guidance you share on being a faggot so here’s my questions

im a 26yo guy and have been recently really into being owned and being a faggot for alphas.

i met this one guy of Grindr and it was a transactional thing however he made me feel really comfortable and I think he also felt comfortable around me. The issue is I don’t know if he’s into the alpha and faggot dynamic but he gives off huge God alpha vibes.

I met up with him again yesterday but more to just chat and hang out and he was talking about how he sees other fags for money and I started to get jealous but didn’t make it obvious.

as I’m dropping him off he says he can’t be bothered with meeting up with a random and whipped his cock out, grabbed my hand and made me stroke him and then said I got have to go out if you wanna pay. I was completely took over by this and happily agreed. It felt really good to go and buy him things after I was allowed to drain his 9 inch cock.

i know this is quite long ended but i wanted to know whether you think he’s just here for the money or if he wants a faggot and how can I try to convince him to own me?

thank you

Thanks for the question!

I don’t think there’s any doubt he’s in it for the money. If you’re find just being used that way (i.e. paying him money so that you can suck his dick occasionally), then I guess continue down that road.

If you don’t want to essentially paying for a prostitute, then I would ask him if he has ever considered taking ownership of a faggot. My guess is that he’s doing this on the DL and might say “no” upfront … at which point you can tell him how you feel and see if he might be willing to change the way he treats you. 

These kinds of Alphas are difficult to read because they’re so transactional, and they don’t operate on any level of good faith. 

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Dear brother sam,

thank you again for all your work educating us on hierarchy! This website and its predecessor changed my life and helped me understand my true faggot nature. I am a married fag in a marriage (to a woman) that is 100% non sexual and we are fine with it. We are together as friends raising a family and I have full latitude to pursuit my sexual needs as I see fit. This has opened up my life to pursue my true sexual calling as a submissive male. I’ve been very lucky to have a number of very satisfying encounters including my original master Alpha who “made me” a year and a half ago and showed me the way of the faggot serving his master and I never looked back.  I only see him sporadically as he lives 5 states away and his only ask is that I share with him all details of any sexual activity and I always do with pleasure.
Recently I found a new Alpha who is amazing! He’s younger than me which I usually don’t like, but I could not resist his power. I was rewarded with incredible stamina and my first 4 load session from an Alpha (wow, so lucky i am!)

the issue is he is incredibly possessive. He has ordered me to end all communication with my original Alpha and does not want me serving anyone else. He wants me to be owned exclusively by him.
I am uncomfortable with this as I feel obliged to my original Alpha and I’m so grateful to him for showing me the way.
one of the liberating and beautiful things about gay sex, man on man sex, in my view is a rejection of monogamy. Men have sex for pleasure and as a true faggot I want to give pleasure to any Alpha who wants it. Recently even forbid me from addressing other men as sir. I address all my superiors with respect as a true submissive, it’s against my nature not to.

i don’t agree with the idea of him forbidding me from serving other men ever.

to be clear, it’s not an issue of getting his permission, which I would, of course happily do. He’s very clear and there’s to be no one else in any way shape or form.

what do I do? It seems ridiculous, even absurd for a old faggot like me to turn away from a big powerful virile younger Alpha who want my ass all the time. Like a good fag I have learned to embrace dressing up like a sissy faggot for him something which was never part of my interest in anyway, but I now enjoy because it is pleasing to him. Because as you’ve taught me, it’s his pleasure that is the most important thing. I shared this to say that I have been willing to grow and adapt as a good faggot should for a master.

as an aside he also gets off on saying filthy disparaging stuff about my wife, which I tolerate but it doesn’t do anything for me, and actually bothers me because we have an understanding and I it’s a huge distraction from my faggot identity to have to refer to her as a bitch, whore, etc.

sam, I need your guidance as always.

Thank you for the extraordinary experience, brother! I’m very proud of you for righting the wrongs of the past (even though it resulted in a family you love, it was still a mistake) and throwing yourself wholeheartedly into service!

It’s sounds like you’ve been quite fortunate to have found at least one God Alpha (more likely two) to serve in a relatively short period of time! That should be an inspiration to other older faggots out there in situations as sticky as yours. I must also commend your wife for being so understanding and loving! I’m sure it was difficult for her to adjust!

I commend you for your loyalty to your first Master, brother. Most fags would just shrug their shoulders and move onto the next Alpha, but you didn’t do that. I’m sure your first Master appreciates that about you.

But here’s the truth: your first Master can’t be consistent in training you given the long distances. And given the fact that you’re a new faggot, you’ll need training and refining. I think you sense this yourself, which is why you ended up with this young Master.

Meanwhile, you have this powerful young Alpha who wants complete ownership of you to the exclusion of every other Man. This is very interesting, and the potential for training and development is tremendous.

BUT … overly-dominant Alphas can also cut off EVERY bit of support for a faggot, leaving the faggot vulnerable and alone. This is a dangerous situation. I’ve definitely heard of abuse happening once an Alpha gets a faggot locked down like that. I wouldn’t want that to happen to you.

I’m especially grieved by your young Master’s denigration of your wife. Like it or not, she’s the mother of your children and someone who has been supporting you through this discovery phase of your life. That shows profound stupidity and a lack of respect. 

As much as I’d like you to stay with this young Master, I think there are too many negatives. I’m not sure you’re going to grow in the right way with him. I think you should respectfully tell him why you’re discontinuing service, and see what he says. Sometimes an Alpha with a bad attitude can be snapped out of it when confronted by the loss of a good faggot. 

There are plenty of great Alphas out there to serve who would value owning a good faggot. In the end, we must at least value the gifts we offer to superior Men enough to say “no” to Destroyer Alpha types. 

I hope that helps! I really agonized over this one!

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The following post is part of a thread following the continuing service of a faggot named James who has been serving a young straight Alpha for TEN YEARS. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The title to this post is a pretty well-known saying among Alphas. I know, because I’ve heard them say it plenty of times. And while it’s clearly meant to be a joke, there is an underlying belief that I feel Alphas accept about “consent” versus “consent in the moment”, which are two wildly different concepts.

I can tell you that Alphas in the moment take any hesitation in resistance to mean consent. In other words, if the faggot or female doesn’t fight back vigorously and emphatically when being taken by an Alpha, the Alpha considers that to be half-hearted and essentially just a suggestion of resistance. Like a playful game, let’s say.

My faggot brother James (who is still serving his straight Master after ten years!) had a thought about this issue, which he sent to me through my Questions From Readers inbox. Here’s what he had to say:

Although quite rare, I have read and even personally heard a faggot’s account of what they consider being raped by an Alpha after submitting to his control… The most common instance of this would be forceful anal penetration after discussing only oral service beforehand… It seems that these faggots consider themselves on a par with a woman, reserving the right to curtail the man’s sexual release at any time prior to culmination.

Although I have been one straight Alpha’s personal faggot for 10 years to date, just prior to this I experience the same situation on two separate occasions with two different Alpha males. In each case, I had previously consented to meet for the purpose of providing oral service to completion and swallowing the load. In both situations the Alpha made the decision that oral service would not be sufficient to fulfill his masculine needs. So, prior to arriving at climax, these Alphas provided me with anal sex as an option. I had not prepared or allotted time for this so I declined. This answer was not acceptable and I was physically forced into assuming the position and being fucked until his satisfaction had been achieved. Although a certain amount of force was used to bring me into compliance, I recall that my resistance was halfhearted at best. Something inside of me seemed to urge compliance. I would outwardly exhibit resistance, but total submission would be the end result.

Once penetrated, my ultimate purpose as a faggot was realized and the Alpha’s satisfaction was achieved. I never felt that I had been raped or anything akin to it. After all, these men had identified me as a faggot beforehand and that meant they would have a certain mindset as to my purpose.

I knew they had only acted as nature intended… And my final compliance was true to nature as well.

Here James draws a distinction between a female and a faggot in terms of “rights”, and I agree with that. Women are meant to be complements of a Man, not a slave (like faggots are). That’s not to say that Alphas don’t roll through the stop signs women put up, but the dynamic is definitely different. As far as Alphas are concerned, there are no stop signs with a faggot, given that a faggot’s entire existence is to serve and service Alpha needs. So right off the bat, we can see that an Alpha’s perspective going into a meet-up with a faggot is radically different than that of their approach to females.

So given an Alpha’s original perspective on a faggot – that it exists to be used – once an Alpha is in the act of using a faggot and it starts to “fight back”, it’s only natural that the Alpha would force the faggot to take his dick and load (or give up money, or whatever else an Alpha is using a faggot for).

But the real meat of what James says involves the end result within the faggot when it is forcibly entered against its will and bred (or, in the vernacular of some, raped). As he correctly points out, the faggot learns its place in a more meaningful way. It becomes more submissive, more obedient, and more grateful for a deeper understanding of Hierarchy.

That is certainly what happened to me in my rape (I do call it a rape because I was actually fighting back and had a knife put to my throat). Even in a more violent scenario like mine, once the bleeding stopped and I could process what happened I definitely understood Alpha rage and authority from a much deeper perspective. And, in a weird way, I developed gratitude for my rapist for teaching me a fundamental lesson about Hierarchical truth.

That’s sick to some. But those faggots out there who have been forcibly taken and used by aggressive Alphas know of the truths about which I speak. I guarantee that my brother James knows.

Ultimately, faggots are “the willing”. We are born with a willingness to be used by Alphas, to serve them even in their darkest moments. We NEED to be used this way.

So it isn’t rape … not really. Our faggot hearts were willing to be taken long before we ever protested, and before they ever even penetrated us.

Alphas teach us this every time they hold us down and force us to learn that lesson.

Hello Sam, I’m at a tough spot as a 24 year old fag. All my friends are dating and want to get me on dating apps and start going out with guys to get a boyfriend. Right now my priority is finding an Alpha to serve, but I’m having trouble balancing these two separate sides of my life. What do I do?

Thank you for the question! 

I’m a little surprised that there aren’t more questions like yours, honestly. I would imagine this would be on the minds of a lit of faggots!

The ideal circumstance would be to find an Alpha who could also be a boyfriend, like Declan and Zack that are featured here on this site. It happens a lot, so I wouldn’t discount that.

If that’s not possible, then here’s my take as based on plenty of empirical experience: Your desire for a boyfriend can be satisfied within the confines of serving an Alpha, but your needs as a faggot will never be met by a regular boyfriend. The need to serve Alphas is so primal, so hardwired into us that it’s impossible to lock it away. You’d be in that relationship with a vanilla boyfriend and forever be gazing distractedly at the horizon thinking about that ache to serve. 

In fact, it’s this powerful need to serve that distinguishes faggots from gay bottoms. It can’t be ignored.

So my advice is to specifically seek an Alpha near your age who is looking for a bottom/faggot to have as a boyfriend. Then you can have your cake and eat it, too! 

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You see the porn. You read the stories.

You’re turned on by dominant Alphas.

You feel a strange pull to serve them.

What does this mean? Are you a fåggot?

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What’s is wrong with me Big Daddy? Why do I want to be possessed, owned and controls by a superior man? Even when I am sad feel like I am missing a strong Daddy to control me, possesses  me and own me. yet I am stubborn and don’t given in. I get wishy washsy when letting a Dom come over, because I haven’t clean my self out for him properly yet, or I am scared. I struggle to fully be taken and use as a submissive should. I am saved that there is a part of myself that I loss but love about myself. Yet when I offer myself up and do follow through I don’t feel the presents of the Dom with me in the room. i don’t know what so do with myself Sam, I am really struggling here, to let go and embrace submission on many levels. Advise, ideas, thoughts on this. Would even take a Dom’s insight on this.

Who in the world is “Big Daddy”? I’m a faggot named sam. Put your poppers bottle down and clear your head.

You’re having these difficulties because you haven’t yet fully accepted the truth: you ARE a faggot, and this IS your purpose. 

You’re currently living in the phantom zone, a place of indecisiveness in which you think too much and make excuses too much. You keep thinking that whatever you’re doing isn’t as right as some other shiny objective. 

This cycle of unproductive nothingness is going to continue indefinitely as long as you continue to lie to yourself and deny yourself the opportunity to actually embrace what you are.

Admit it to yourself: YOU ARE A FAGGOT.

There’s no escaping it. Even if you did nothing and died a sad virgin, you’d still die a faggot … just a useless, unfulfilled one. 

So figure it out! 

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I’m a vers gay and I found this page about 2 months ago and have been following it ever since. I always enjoyed the dom and submissive roles in sex and thought the stories you posted were hot but I never thought I would fall into one myself. This past week I’ve had recurring dreams of seeing two of my friends shirtless and vividly thinking about their feet and found myself noticing it more like how big they are when we saw each other. I’ve been so confused about that since in how to make sense of all of it especially since I never had these thoughts before and I consider one of them like a mentee of sorts.

Thank you for the question! 

I’ve long contended that being “versatile” is merely a delusion. Every so often a vers person attacks me for that stance, and I clam up about it. However, I have yet to encounter someone who remains versatile throughout their life. Eventually, the true role/need is revealed, either through self-discovery or by encountering the right person who will help them accept it. 

For you, I think encountering the message of this website has triggered you to start accepting your true desires for these Alphas in your life.

Your fascination with their feet is a pretty common “first trigger” for faggots. You desire to touch them, kiss them, smell them, worship them. These are natural feelings for natural-born subs. 

As far as your concern about one of these Alphas being a “mentee” … let’s be clear that a “mentee” is someone you mentor or train, right? That kind of relationship means little here. There are plenty of faggots serving Alphas who are “lower” in social status, financial status, or professional status. It’s likely that this “mentee” already sees your weaknesses, but is being respectful. 

If you want to get a better handle on this question of whether or not you’re a faggot, I recommend my bestselling book “Are You A Faggot?”. It’s designed to help you figure out what you are through a series of self-answered questions. You can buy that by CLICKING HERE.

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The following post is part of a thread detailing the admission and submission of a new faggot named Ben to a former classmate and college wrestler. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Like any other faggot, I know the difficulties of being young and having an idea about what I was that turned out to be false once the truth was revealed to me. It’s not easy. I thought I was going to be a gay bottom who would fall in love and maybe get married to a great Man. And then, at age 17, I met an Alpha named Roger who eventually forced me to become his cocksucker during our senior year in high school, and I learned I was actually a faggot. Everything I believed about myself prior to that shattered and blew away like chaff, and what was left on the threshing floor was me as a faggot with a new purpose.

As I’ve made pretty clear over the years, I never looked back.

As I’ve come to know many, many faggots and their stories of self-discovery, I now realize that my story was something of an anomaly. Most faggots struggled mightily with their identity, fought it for years and years, and suffered through many more humiliations before they were able to accept it about themselves. Part of the purpose of my (now) ten-year mission to teach Hierarchical truth was to keep faggots from suffering so much in their acceptance of this truth. I think I’ve helped some, but not all.

Ben is one such faggot. If you’ve been following my “Questions From Readers” posts, you’ve already seen two posts about Ben’s situation. I’ve now graduated his string of posts into a proper thread so they can be collected into one place, rather than trying to collect them manually. You can now read Ben’s previous questions by CLICKING HERE.

Here’s a brief summary: Ben used to think he was either an Alpha or a pre-Alpha when he was in college. He left college, but one day recently he was on Instagram and saw an old Alpha classmate (who was still in college, but they hadn’t seen each other in four years) and suddenly had feelings for him. He definitely wanted to submit to this Alpha friend, who had grown even more muscular and equipped with washboard abs.

So Ben contacted me and I encouraged Ben to reach out to this Alpha and see if the relationship could be rekindled. And sure enough, my plan worked, and this Alpha responded positively and even dominantly (because Ben was incorporating my advice), and Ben played it badly by trying to deny he was a faggot to this Alpha. I scolded Ben for this in my response to his second letter, and gave Ben a new game plan to really approach this Alpha submissively.

My advice was directed at getting Ben to admit the fact that he’s a faggot and finally embrace the truth. That was the point of this next stage (aside from getting this Alpha to use him, of course).

Well, Ben has returned with another update. And once again, there are wins and losses involved. Read on:

I took your advice and texted him again asking if he wanted to meet up again to talk. Unfortunately he was busy that day and when I asked why he surprisingly sent me pics from his football photo shoot saying “You wish you could see me up close in my uniform huh”. Even though he was clothed besides his biceps I spent so long thinking about that photo and it literally made me space out for a day.

He came over a few days later from football workout and Im trying to recall the details the best I can because it all moved so fast. I greeted him at my door by kissing his shoe and kneeling. When I looked up at him he didn’t seem shocked he just had this devoius smirk and said “about time you greet me the right way faggot”. I didn’t speak for a second and he immediately asked “so answer me are you a faggot?”. It took me a second but I nodded and said “yes I’m a faggot, your power made me realize it”. And he had this smirk again that was so narcistic but felt intoxicating to me.

What I didn’t expect was he immediately said “So are you gonna suck me off faggot or what?” I was foolish in the moment so I said “I’m gay but I’m mainly a top” and I still dk why I said that. He just replied “i don’t care what you are, you’re a faggot you’re going to suck my dick.” When I hesitated he unbuckled his belt and pants and just shoved my mouth onto his dick and said “nothing to talk about now huh and keep sucking or I’m putting belt to ass”.

Like I said I’m technically vers too so I don’t really give head often but he was the biggest guy I’ve ever seen. His cock soft was around the same length of some cocks hard I’ve seen. He was so brutal when fucking my throat that I gagged each time he thrust and I could taste the sweat from practice and I can’t stop thinking about the taste. Unfortunately he finished himself later by jerking off onto my floor and said “your head game needs work faggot”.

When he finished he told me “clean it up with your tongue nothing else” and I obeyed but it felt so humiliating getting his cum off the floor of my own house. I asked him why he did this now and you were right Sam he said “I just needed to make sure you were actually a faggot”. Afterwards he threw me his sweaty uniform and told me “Wash it and bring it on Sunday and keep your mouth ready”, which I’m currently smelling and can’t bring myself to wash yet.

Needless to say I’m currently in disbelief I do admit that I in no doubt want to serve him as an alpha but my cravings to top haven’t faded either and I do admit I’m a faggot. For advice I don’t know if you have any advice on becoming better at sucking dick because I felt ashamed when I couldn’t get him off and i know he plans to use my throat again.

Baffling outcome!

On one hand, there were some gains here. Ben DID submit, and Ben DID admit to this Alpha that he’s a faggot. And Ben DID attempt to suck his dick (like he had a choice), and Ben DID slurp this Alpha’s jizz off the floor. These are all HUGE victories for Ben’s growth! I’m proud of him for these things, which I know weren’t easy.

But he’s still defiantly clinging to the notion that he’s an Alpha. He even said he “wants to serve him as an Alpha”, which makes NO sense. Ben said he “still wants to Top”, which I guarantee is NEVER going to happen with this Alpha.

All we need to do it listen to Ben’s final few sentences to discover the truth.

Alphas or pre-Alphas don’t fret like that about wanting to become a better cocksucker, or feel disappointed that they weren’t good enough on their first time getting face fucked (nobody is!). In other words, Ben IS NOT AN ALPHA, he’s a FAGGOT. It just took a vastly more powerful Alpha to reveal this truth to Ben. He needs to accept this reality and quickly embrace it, because this Alpha is coming back SOON to claim his property!

There is little time to prepare, though. I’d get a carrot or a small cucumber from the store and start practicing lip/tongue techniques. Try to push past the gag reflex again and again … and try swallowing as it reaches the back of your throat to suppress that reflex.

Ben needs to get started NOW. This Alpha is likely turned on completely by the submission of a new faggot, and he’s not going to wait long to claim more!

I thank Ben for his honesty and courage! He’s going to be a good one!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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