The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Straight Alphas today are redefining Alphahaood … well, it might be more accurate to call it RESTORING Alphahood. You see, Alphas of ancient times (societies like Greece and Rome, among many others) owned and used faggots alongside women. These Alphas were venerated as gods; hell, Greek society was practically governed by a plethora of god/human demigods like Perseus or Achilles)!
In other words, Alphas who used and owned females and faggots were considered the most virile, the most powerful, the most desirable.
Young straight Alphas today, driven by their natural power but bolstered by the truth they’ve been able to learn about Hierarchy, have been tapping into infinite veins of power and glory through the use of faggots as part of their Kingship.
This site and my previous site, Fags Worship Alphas, have been teaching the truth about Hierarchy for 10 years now, and their pages are bursting with real-life examples of straight Alphas being blown away by the god-like power they feel when a faggot submits to them, swallows their cock/cum, kneels and worships their feet, and submits itself for intense breeding. They discover deep truths about their Alphahood and what it really means to be a straight God Alpha.
The latest straight Alpha to tap into this power is Master Jerome. This French Alpha is only 19 years old, and even though he has plenty of women to fuck, his cock and balls tell him he needs more. He needs complete submission to his power, complete worship, and complete service.
He discovered faggots can give him that.
It just so happened that Master Jerome’s sister has three faggot friends who are part of her dance troupe, and Master Jerome was keen on claiming all three as his personal fags. If you’ve read previous installments, you’ll know that he’s already taken ownership of Fag A.
The last time I posted, Master Jerome had gotten Fag B to submit to him and suck/swallow several loads out of his balls. But Master Jerome knew his ownership wouldn’t be complete until he mounted and bred Fag B, and nothing could stop this powerful young Alpha from getting what he wants!
And so this happened:
Hi Sam, this is Master Jerome again from France.
I finally managed to fuck and breed Fag B and I want to follow-up.
After 3 weeks preparing his fresh meet, he took my dick balls deep like a pro. I first tried just with lube and fingering his pussy, but the boy begged me to stop when the head of my dick got inside him. The second time I tried I rimmed his for a few minutes, his ass is smooth and his hole is virgin and pink, so although I didn’t want to eat fag’s ass, I just did it as if it were a female pussy. It was better but I couldn’t put more than half in his tight hole. Finally, I got a butt plug for him, told him to wear it everyday for at least 6 hours. He followed my instructions like the good boy he is and, after a week doing this, his hole was nice and ready.
Because I knew I wouldn’t hurt him that time, I put his ass up, lube on my dick and inside his hole, I hugged him from behind and just whispered in his ear “there is no way I’ll let you leave this room today without my cum deep inside of your pussy”
I banged that sexy fag like he was the last hole on Earth. He made me so proud because I didn’t even need to tell him I was getting close. He started to beg me to cum inside of him and with a few more deep thrusts I felt my dick destroying his hole and shooting all my cum in that pink pussy.
He slept in my arms and gave me a nice blowjob in the following morning. After feeding him another load, I sent the boy home with my cum in his belly, throat, and ass, as it should always be: a submissive fag with the seed of a real man in all his holes.
Next step: approaching and conquering Fag C. By the end of this summer, I will have 3 fags for my personal use.
MAGNIFIQUE!
One thing that’s already very apparent is Master Jerome’s tenderness when caring for his faggots. He grooms them and compliments them and takes his time with them. The way a Man cares for a frightened puppy is the way Master Jerome handles his faggots.
Why does he do that? Because he’s a Protector Alpha, yes, but also because he’s aiming for an ownership that goes deeper than the back of a throat or pussy. Master Jerome wants to own the HEARTS of his faggots. His faggots will yearn for his cum and domination anyway, but he wants their hearts desperate to serve him. He wants his faggots to CHERISH him as both their God Alpha as well as their protective Owner.
As Men and Alphas grow, most develop a hardness around their hearts. A brutality replaces affection, and pride/ego prevents them from caring about details that don’t concern their immediate needs.
But Master Jerome is still just 19 years old. His heart is not hardened, and his vision is bright and clear. He has that invincible Alpha bravado, knowing he was born superior and worthy of worship. But, unlike older Alphas, he is still innocent enough to recognize that the weak who serve are giving everything they have to glorify him, and he cares for that.
He sees a fragile, budding flower being trampled on by careless feet, so he takes a moment to tend to it so that it can flourish. This is what Master Jerome is doing with his faggots.
It’s beautiful.
And it makes 19-year-old Master Jerome much wiser than Alphas three-times his age.
Very soon Master Jerome will own all three of these faggots, and what a glorious summer of worship he will enjoy! All three fags kneeling before him, kissing his feet and begging to be of service! This summer begins the reign of a new King in France, Master Jerome!
Over the years I’ve been able to interview people from all over the world, and I’ve featured many of their incredible stories on FWA and here.
But there is one place that has consistently outpaced every other nation (even the U.S.) in terms of accepting Hierarchical relationships. Faggot ownership seems to be almost commonplace there. Alphahood is recognized almost as readily there as it is on this site.
Longtime readers will remember my coverage of beautiful Guillaume, the faggot slave to two Alpha brothers in Paris. Right now I’ve been covering Master Anthony and his cherished faggot Fabien.
It honestly seems endless.
One of my favorite porn accounts on X is @Bapt_antoine69 that chronicles the hot sex life of French Master Antoine and his faggot Baptiste.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The story of my little French fag brother Fabien has truly been such a blessing. I love seeing young straight Alphas like his Master Anthony find a good, obedient faggot like Fabien and take ownership of it. This is exactly the kind of Hierarchical interaction that occurs almost daily (I can only cover so many of them – I’m just one faggot!) and strengthens the Natural Order.
I wonder if Master Anthony realizes what a treasure he has in owning Fabien. I’m sure he doesn’t yet – Alphas his age rarely see past the end of their cocks – but there are signs it’s becoming clearer to him. The following experience Fabien told me reveals why I say that.
But, true to humble form, Fabien starts off with a confession:
My relationship with Anthony has had its ups and downs over the last couple of days.
I disappointed him for the first time. Tuesday night, he wanted to spend some time at the gym and he searched for his favorite black tank top. But I had failed to notice that he had left it lying around his room and to pick it up to clean it, so it was still pretty dirty and sweaty. Anthony was very pissed off, and rightly so. I really blame myself. He made me kneel to apologize and to beg for mercy, while he crushed my head to the ground with his boot. He said “I shouldn’t have to tell you to do my laundry when needed!” and he’s completely right.
I promised him I would never fail him again, and I intend to keep that promise. I will be very vigilant to pick up his dirty laundry wherever he leaves it and wash it as soon as possible. And also to always have his favorite food and drink ready in the fridge, making sure to have some in advance. I hope to learn from my failure. I want everything to go smoothly and easy for him.
I swear, if all faggots were as dedicated, submissive, and yielding as Fabien, Alphas would be in heaven and every Alpha would want to own one! I love Fabien’s attitude and his determination to get it right!
But Master Anthony was about to throw Fabien a curveball:
Yesterday, at lunch, he passed by the flat with one of his bros, Henri. I’m pretty sure Henri is something like second-in-command in the Alpha Pack (he’s the one who rested his feet on me with Anthony, and one of the two sleeping in the guest room, formerly my room). I served them lunch, and while they were eating and chatting, Anthony snapped his fingers towards his boots. I understood I had to clean them with my tongue. (I must notice, I love how he gives me order, he often doesn’t even say a word, he just snaps his fingers or nods, up to me to figure it out!)
I thoroughly licked and cleaned his boots and then, I wondered whether it would be good form to clean his bro’s sneakers too. So I did just that, quietly. They didn’t say a word, ignoring me as they chatted, but when they left for the afternoon, Anthony gave me a thumbs-up! It lifted my heart so much, after he scolded me the day before!
And the evening, they both came back. When I was serving them drinks, Anthony said to Henri: “You know, my boy gives me blowjobs.” Henri was very excited to hear that. “Can I try it?” “Sure” Anthony said, snapping his fingers for me to comply. Henri pulled out his cock and I did as my master commanded, making Henri moans. It was Anthony who grabbed my hairs, to force my moves on his bro’s dick, saying “Don’t hesitate to be rough. It’s not a pretty girl.” He pulled my head back before Henri came, but I had his juice over my face. Then Anthony told me to clean myself up and to be ready to swallow his own cum, while he unzipped his pants.
Henri stayed at home for the night. According to Anthony’s rules, I have been allowed to sleep in the sofa while Henri was in the guest room. This morning, after I served Anthony’s breakfast and sucked his cock, he told me to bring Henri breakfast but not to give him head. “Only when I’m here and I say it’s okay” he said.
AWESOME!
So, do you see what I mean about Master Anthony starting to realize the value of his little faggot? He’s sharing with his Alpha brother Henri! He proudly presented Fabien to his fraternal brother, offering Fabien as a gift to be shared among superiors!
Just keep in mind that Masters Anthony and Henri are straight Alphas, but they used Fabien sexually for the shared dominance of the experience. They were Alpha lions feasting on a kill together. They used Fabien because it’s pleasing and it makes them more powerful.
As for Master Anthony, his abilities as an Owner of a faggot have dramatically grown. He was born to own faggots. His instincts are nearly perfect, and you can see how he is methodically training Fabien through a series of tests and chores in order to make him a better fag. I love to see that in young straight Alphas!
The effect Master Anthony’s training is having on Fabien is clear from his closing words:
I’m still learning my place and my duties as the slave of the Alpha Pack and the Apex Alpha Anthony! There’s a lot to learn every day! Anyway, I can tell you I’m really enjoying my new life very much. I never thought I would be this happy being a “faggot” as you call it, but now I just feel so good whenever I do anything for Anthony, it’s a pure bliss. Just this very morning, before leaving, when he called me a good boy, I was over the moon.
Such a perfect Master/faggot combination! I’m so proud of Fabien, who is proving to be a wonderful first faggot to powerful straight Alphas!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Master Anthony is truly one of a kind, a burgeoning God Alpha who is expanding his power almost daily. I can only imagine how overwhelmed my faggot brother Fabien is these days. One minute he thought he had a new roommate, and the next minute he finds himself enslaved to a truly irresistible young powerhouse.
I had some questions about Master Anthony’s sexuality. This means nothing to me, but it seems to mean everything to the insecure, close-minded straight Alphas who follow me and loudly proclaim that an Alpha who uses a faggot sexually cannot be straight. This is pure horseshit. Every sexual therapist knows of the countless studies of male sexuality that disprove such a narrow view of it. But whatever.
So Fabien bravely asked Master Anthony some questions about his sexuality:
To answer some points: I can confirm that Anthony is straight, because in the last few months we’ve lived together, he’s brought girls home a few times (never the same one, though!). And judging by what I could hear from my room at night, he’s as good a lover as one can imagine. 😉 I wouldn’t be surprised if he displays his dominance over me in front of some new girls one of these days. This morning, I asked him if he already had dominated someone that way before, and he said “I have already had boot-lickers, sure. But never yet a cocksucker as well!” He’s obviously used to people submitting to him in many ways, but I think I’m the first with whom he can take it this far, and the first to be a proper slave.
Just as I suspected! It’s clear that Master Anthony’s previously-limited experiences with faggots got his juices flowing for a more formal faggot slave, and he’s targeted Fabien as his first official property.
To make that acquisition even more official, Master Anthony laid down some firm rules for his new slave Fabien.
Anthony was staying at home all morning today, and just before noon, he beckoned me to come and see him. I knelt before him, and bowed my head to the ground at his feet before straightening up. “Nice one” he said. “I’ve decided it’s time to set some rules”. I’m trying to remember and to transcribe his words and my answers as faithfully as possible.
“From now on, you’re to call me either Sir or Master at all time, up to you and depending of the circumstances. Understood?”
“Sir, yes Sir. Thank you, Master.”
(Small note: I also have to use “vouvoiement”, something that can’t really be translated into English. Basically, it means using the second-person pronoun in the plural form (“vous”) rather than the singular form (“tu”) to adress a single person. It is used between people who don’t know each other, or in a formal context, but also… as a mark of respect to a superior.)
“Good. You are allowed to continue sleeping in the guest room when there’s no one else, or otherwise on the sofa bed when there’s no one else. But your official sleeping place is in the kitchen, is that clear?”
“Perfectly clear, Sir. You’re so generous, Master. Thank you so much, Master.”
“I want more money. You will pay me the tithe. You will give me ten percent of your monthly income. You can afford it, can’t you, boy?
“I’ll cut in my expenses in order to, Sir.”
“Good boy. You are to worship my morning wood every day, and be ready to give me head whenever I want. Improve your cocksucking, ask help from chicks if you need to.”
“I will, Sir. Thank you for the honor, Sir.”
“When I get out of the shower or walk into the apartment, you come and kiss my feet.”
“Gladly, Sir.”
“Finally, if you want any favor from me, you can beg me. I don’t mind you begging. But you shut the fuck up if I tell you to.”
I once again bowed my head to the ground. “Not for now, Sir. Thank you so much for enslaving me, Sir. I am deeply honored and happy to serve you, my Master.”
“Such a good boy. Go make my lunch, slave.”
He has left for the afternoon, and since then, I am working at my job (home-working, like most days) with even more enthusiasm and a beaming smile, knowing that I’m working for his direct profit.
A surprisingly-complete set of rules for a young, first-time Owner! Master Anthony has clearly been thinking deeply about what he wants from a faggot slave, and he laid it out beautifully.
Fabien’s reaction to this is telling. When I first met Fabien (has it really only been a week??), he was somewhat resistant to the idea of submitting to this young Alpha. But as Master Anthony has tightened his control and use of Fabien, what I’ve noticed is that Fabien has BLOSSOMED WITH JOY.
And this is a lesson for faggots. We need the control and dominance of Alphas. We need to submit and obey and please them. This service brings us HAPPINESS, not sadness. It gives us FREEDOM, not restriction.
Listen to how Fabien ended his latest update:
Just a few months ago, I was looking for a roommate to have a buddy and lighten my budget. But instead, I met a young cocky hunk who enslaved me. And I can’t stop smiling! What a destiny!
THIS is what Hierarchical truth can do for both Alphas and faggots (and everybody else) if they simply apply it and LIVE IT!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The bravado and fearlessness of young Alphas is breathtaking. At that age they experience a constant rush of testosterone and adrenaline, and that causes them to express dominance in bold, surprising ways. Now, when they do that with other Alphas, it leads to fights. But when they express their dominance with submissive personalities, they typically get everything they want.
I have repeatedly experienced such bursts of young Alpha dominance, which is why I have had such success in advising others on how to approach the young Alphas in their lives. Alpha behavior is predictable, mainly because of the constant needs of young Alphas I mentioned above.
A week ago I received an email from a faggot from France named Fabien. He had an interesting situation rapidly developing in his personal life:
I’ve recently discover your site while I was searching something to help me think about my situation. I am reluctantly processing that I must be what you call a beta or a faggot (gasp!) but I am quite anxious about it.
A few words to introduce me. I’m from France, I’m thirty years old and an executive in a small marketing firm. I have always lived as a straight man, as I used to like and fuck girls regularly. Most of the time, in my professional and daily life, I am a rather assertive man and in positions of leadership. But also, I must confess, I have always been quite aroused by some few males who I saw as better than me, and always liked doing things for them and earn their appreciation. I never really explored that side of myself until recently.
To lighten my rent and have a bit of company, for the last six months I’ve been sharing my flat with a roommate in his early twenties, named Anthony, a student at a top university. To give you an idea: he looks A LOT like Tom Holland, including on the muscular front. Furthermore, he is very confident, cocky, smart and funny, and for what I know, loved by everyone around him. So, as you can well imagine, I am very humbled and very impressed by him. I pride myself to be a clever, rational man, but I feel like I’m turning into a fangirl for him.
Since he’s been here with me, I couldn’t help but be more and more agreeable to him, offering to cook for him, do his laundry, his share of the housework, and so on. Also, I haven’t been too insistent about asking him to pay his share of the rent. Several times in recent weeks, when he had a tedious academic homework to do, I offered to do it for him so he could enjoy himself. Each time, of course, as he’s a serious and bright student, he checked afterwards, but he was always satisfied with my work and it saved him a lot of time.
Over the last fortnight or so, when we’re both watching TV, he’s got into the habit of lying down on the sofa and resting his socked feet on my lap. Almost instinctively, without really paying attention, I’ve started rubbing them every time he does that. Last Friday, after returning from Christmas celebrations with his family, when we were in this situation again, he got up to sit facing the TV. So I stopped the massage, but he turned to me and said sternly “Hey, I didn’t tell you to stop!”. I rushed to my knees on the floor and said ‘Oh, sorry, excuse me” and started massaging his feet again. He smiled smugly and said “That’s more like it”.
I believe that, at this point, things are pretty clear, right? But I’m still nervous and unsure of what to do next. Should I go ahead and blatantly tell him that I am his bitch to use as he wants? Should I just keep going and see what he will do next? I know I sound pathetic but it’s really so new to me, I feel so confused. Can you please reassure me in any way?
Instantly I realized that this Alpha, Anthony, had already identified Fabien as a faggot. Not only that, but Anthony was also using his natural dominance to force Fabien to accept his place as a faggot so that he can take ownership of him.
Fabien was desperate to know what to do, so I advised him to really start submitting to Anthony and work up to kneeling and admitting to Anthony that he’s a faggot. I felt like I was overshooting, but Anthony felt particularly aggressive to me and I had a feeling a big confession would work with him.
But before my advice could even be implemented, Fabien wrote back with an update:
Thanks for your insight. I must admit I’m still processing things. Thinking of it arouses me and scares me at the same time.
Even today, while I’m working from home, Anthony (that’s his name, I quickly mentioned it in my mail! ^^) kept asserting his authority. This morning, he came out of the bathroom in his boxers. He stopped in front of a mirror in the shared living room and began casually stretching and flexing. I was peeking at him, mesmerized, and he suddenly said, “Hey, you know what, I could really use an upper back massage!” I impulsively went behind him, put my hands on his shoulders and massaged his back with my thumbs for a few minutes. He closed his eyes and moaned. At the end, he said, “Good job! You’re doing great, man!” and I answered “thanks” while he went in his room.
Later, at noon, as he stopped by the flat to grab a sandwich I made for him, just as he was about to leave, he pointed to his sneakers and said, “Hey, my laces are untied”. Without even thinking, I put one knee down to tie them for him. He just replied “Nice one. Have dinner ready by 8 p.m. Enjoy your afternoon, bye!” and left.
As I am writing to you, I am just realizing something: he never says “please” or “thank you”! He says what he wants, gets it from me, and expresses his satisfaction, but never says “please” or “thank you”! What’s more, I was actually the one to thank him for massaging his back!
I’m in the middle of a turmoil. I cannot deny the obvious, and yet I’m anxious as hell to take any step further. But I’ll think carefully about your advice, I promise.
So now it was apparent that something big was happening with Anthony. He wanted something from his roommate/faggot Fabien. I warned Fabien to prepare himself because Anthony was going to make a bold move of some kind.
Then it happened:
I am a coward. I did not follow your advice the other day. After dinner, I simply sat down on the ground, at Anthony’s feet, while we were watching TV. But things have gone crazy since then.
Yesterday morning, as Anthony walked around in the living room in his boxers, he pointed to a stain on the floor that I should clean. I knelt on the floor to do it, while he looked at me. And when he said “Well done”, without even thinking, instinctively, I bent down to kiss his feet! When I hesitantly looked up, he didn’t look surprised at all, but was instead grinning from ear to ear. He ran his hand through my hair and said “good boy” then went to his room. I was blushing with embarrassment.
I spent the day out, but on that evening, as I came in, he was on the couch, he told me he wanted me to drive him tomorrow for the day to buddies of his, some miles away.
I’m trying to accurately reproduce the discussion we had then. But I’m shaking furiously just thinking about it.
“So you just assume I’m going to cancel my plans to drive you there and back?”
“Yes, you are” he said with a cocky grin.
“You take me for granted, do you?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” he said with a shrug. “I’m used to get whatever I want. People are always bending over backwards to please my every whim. I’m just that great! Isn’t it why you kissed my feet this morning?”
I blushed. I was both very excited and very irritated. I replied: “And so you think you’re entitled to everything?”
“I know I am. Some men are just better. Look!”
Then, he put his foot on the corner of the coffee table. He snapped his fingers, pointing to his black leather boot, and calmly said: “Lick the bottom of my boot”.
“Why would I do this?”
“Because it pleases me.” he just said, leaning back with his hands behind his head.
I thought for a second I was going to shout at him, but I spontaneously knelt down and did what I was told. I licked the dirt off the sole of his boot. Anthony was smiling so smugly! My heart was thundering!
He straightened up and leaned towards me and said: “So, what are you doing tomorrow, boy?” I paused for a moment, and I replied: “I’m driving you wherever you want to go, Sir.” “That’s more like it. That’s a good boy” he said.
Then, I remembered your words, and I added: “Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Sir. Thank you for helping me to understand I’m born to serve a superior Man like you, Sir.”
He beamed more than ever and just said: “I knew I would eventually break you.”
And by the way: I’m writing this e-mail while waiting for him in the car while he’s having fun with his friends, ready to take them somewhere else if need be.
Anyway. I couldn’t escape my destiny. I’m a bit scared, but so be it.
BRAVO!
This is such an astounding moment, one that crystalizes the natural dynamic between a straight Alpha and a faggot who both accept their roles. Anthony is such a pure example of young Alphahood, full of cocky self-confidence. But it’s Fabien who really impressed me. Despite his own embarrassment and frustration about his submissiveness, he followed the lead of his faggot instincts and surrendered to Anthony’s power. If more faggots followed these instincts (rather than hide behind false masculinity), so many more would find purpose in more meaningful ways!
There’s more to this rapidly-developing story, but I wanted to start here with Anthony’s ascension and Fabien’s submission. It’s a near-perfect beginning!
