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!
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!
Have you ever watched films about lions? Ever notice how lions watch their prey carefully, stalk it, and then pounce, clamping their powerful jaws around its throat until it’s dead? In any of that, did it ever seem like the lion was thinking about anything other than satisfying its own hunger?
Of course not! The lion is an Apex Predator, and everything else serves its needs!
Like a lion, Master Jase is at the top of Hierarchy, a God Alpha. And like a lion, his urge to satisfy his need for domination and breeding come before the needs of inferiors beneath him. However, in the process of him using these inferiors for satisfaction, Master Jase occasionally transforms inferiors into their true form: a faggot. By splitting them open and deeply breeding them with his giant cock, he effectively forces them to accept their truth.
Like a lion feasting on a kill, what Master Jase does is an integral part of the Hierarchical circle of life.
Master Jase shared a pretty dramatic experience that occurred over the last few days involving a 40-year-old virgin faggot at his gym. It illustrates that primal function God Alphas play in the greater scheme of things.
Made a fag out of a 40-ish old father this last week. I will detail more later, but in summary. Broke him in on Sunday after the fag couldn’t resist my presence in the gym sauna after I had aggressively mounted another slut in the showers. Had him use his mouth over as much of my cock as he could, which was barely half my giant dick. Told him to clean his ass out and to meet me back at the gym on Monday at the same time in the morning.
Monday, I made him watch as I rutted inside a bodybuilder slut in a private room, then the new fag tried to take my cock in where it belongs. He could only take my cock head and a little bit more. Taking virgin holes like this is a thrill, especially when my cock looks like a bottle trying to fit itself in a fresh fags barely touched hole.
Tuesday he was able to take around four to five inches. He laid like a good boy after I told him to bend over a bench. How his body tried to take more, the fag begged at how he could always feel the slow stretch, how that bit of his pussy that I had loosens through was aching in soreness and need.
Today I cunted him. Back in the sauna. I sat and spread my legs, he knelt and sucked and licked. Told him to display for me, he bends and shows me his clean hole, still red from two days of training. Note that he is at least a head taller than me and more muscled. Didn’t stop me from picking him up by his waist, and positioning his hole over my raging monster cock. Inch by monstrously thick inch I sat him down on my cock. How he breathed hard, let out a few groans and even small yells. I told him that he could scream and whine, but I was unstoppable, and he was to remain in place. Half my cock was in, I turned him so he faced me. His arms were trembling, his back was arching and his mouth was already open and drooling.
I felt my tip pressing against his second hole. Too easy. I pushed him down, and felt his second cunt snap around my cock head. The reaction was instant. You have been cunted, fag Sam. You know what it’s like. The fag threw back his head, his eyes rolled back completely, his nostrils dilated and his tongue lolling out his drooling mouth. His hands were clawing weakly at my muscles. His legs were spasming and his toes curling nonstop. His whole body was flexing and twitching on my cock and in my arms. And I still had over a hand of cock left outside his taut stretched cunt lips. I rode his body back up and down, and each time I pushed passed his second cunt, the fags head would swing side to side, and his whole body would jerk. I love cunting fags like this. Slow and deliberate, so the fag can feel every thick veiny inch reshaping his cunt to the shape and size of my cock. How his thighs spread even further automatically, trying to expose his now important sex organ, his pussy.
I cunted the fag today for a solid half hour before I picked him off my cock and let him slide to the floor like a ragdoll. Until he takes my cock to the balls, my new fag doesn’t get rewarded with my seed.
He has plenty to learn. After all, I am a physical breeder, and the new fag has neither taken a real power fuck, nor a full breeding. Unlike my house slut that I just fucked into unconsciousness after I woke up at 4 am with a raging erection. Alpha needs hit at any time.
Indeed, I have been cunted multiple times before, and this is a pretty accurate depiction of it (from the Alpha perspective). I really connected with Master Jase’s detail about the new faggot involuntarily spreading its legs open to take more of his cock while being cunted. I experience this too, and I liken it to a deep relaxation that loosens the entire body. It’s mostly because the faggot brain is shut down during cunting, and they’re losing consciousness.
But like a lion, Master Jase could sense the faggot hiding behind the veil of normalcy. So he pounced, and then systematically devoured the faggot’s will and resistance over the course of a couple of days until the faggot was set free through cunting. Now there is no façade left, only a cunted faggot that will forever yearn for Master’s cock to fill The Void inside it!
Earlier I mentioned that Hierarchical circle of life, and I meant it. What Master Jase did with this faggot – indeed, what ALL Alphas do when they cunt their faggots – is part of a natural process that frees faggots to accept their place and purpose. If this didn’t happen, then there would be many more males wandering the earth in a confused, unfulfilled daze, unsure of their purpose.
Alphas forcefully taking, cunting, and owning faggots maintains the larger hierarchical balance … and it keeps the greater Alpha Pack well fed and satisfied!
Straight God Alpha Master Dino and his fag-wife Jamie made themselves known to me in the summer of 2020. Little did I know that their incredible story – and the stories of Master Dino’s sons and the other countless Alphas and faggots that form their crazy Family – would transform the precursor to this site, Fags Worship Alphas.
Longtime readers know this legendary series of threads, but for the newbies, I can only warn you to STRAP IN. Master Dino’s Family will scramble your mind, upend your perception of life’s possibilities, and help you come to an understanding of the deeper truths of Hierarchy.
Restoring these threads has become more important to me now that my beloved friend and mentor, Jamie, has recently died of cancer. I resurrect this humongous story in honor of him and his unequaled Owner and husband, Master Dino.
You can access this thread by clicking the pic above, or CLICKING HERE!
It has been an undeserved privilege to carry and protect this integral tale of dominance, power, purpose, and even love. I do it with gratitude and humility and a hushed, solemn awe.
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!
If you’ve been following the true stories about Master Toople’s conquests, you know that he’s a voracious breeder of faggots. He has a giant dick and balls that produce overwhelming loads, and coupled with his massive musculature he becomes a Terminator robot of relentless breeding.
But Master Toople is a true Master, and he understands the art of faggot manipulation.
Ask any faggot, and they will say the same thing – they LOVE a Master that can get inside their head and manipulate them into discovering new depths of their own submission. That’s why hypno audio/video files are so popular, and why popper drains are practically begged for by faggots in findom.
Well, Master Toople shared an experience he recently had with a faggot that started out as a non-sexual encounter.
You would like how I hynoed and overloaded one of my fags senses through just smell and sight. Like all my trained fags, he was ready to serve and worship when I arrived at the gym, but why not test his impulse, I thought. I gave him my commands; he was not to touch, feel, lick, or talk, only to see and smell.
Through the two hours gym session, I teased him. Push his head between my legs so he could smell my musk and pre and remnants of earlier loads today. Spread my legs where he hovered just under my bulge, staring right at my cock bulged out and taking in deep breaths. Looking back at my eyes and back to my bulge. Halfway, I would take out my cock and let it hang over his face, and even when my pre dripped on him, he obeyed my command not to lick. His gaze turned more and more stupefied and his breathing got more erratic, just from staring and smelling my cock for two hours.
You might be thinking, how was I able to hold back my alpha aggressiveness and virile instinct to fuck him. The very act that my cocks presence was enough to overwhelm his senses was able to keep me from pinning him on a weight bench and pile driving his throat or pussy.
I drove home. And the whole time, I had my cock free bouncing against the steering wheel, while he sat fixated at my cock. His face was already of absolutely cock drunkenness, and his panting was telling me just how much he was craving to taste, to touch my cock. But I was far from done.
I made the fag watch me while I throat fucked my house slut into a choking, spitting mess, and then an hour long onslaught of pounding his muscled pussy. I didn’t acknowledge the fags presence, didn’t look in his direction, but I knew he could not shift his sight away from where he knelt. As I had basically edged myself for three hours, the load I unleashed in my house slut was monumental. The long soft moan my house slut made when I pulled my hard cock out and my cum followed out like a flow…but my fag still remained obedient and didn’t moan out either at the sight, although I could sense he was near breaking point.
I sat down on the sofa, put on the news, and told my house slut to plug the fag and bring it in front of me. The way my house slut limped, and my cum pouring down his legs, fuck I wanted to mount him again but the fag was my plaything first. My slut obeyed me to the T, I didn’t give the fag any recognition as he knelt on a huge dildo in front of me with my cummy, dripping cock rising like a mountain in front of him.
That went on for an hour. My house slut served me some snacks and drinks, at one point I forced his head back into my cock and gave him a sloppy skull fuck but released him and told him to rest. The fag in front of me got increasingly agitated, I could hear his wet pussy squelching against the dildo as he couldn’t resist riding back on it, his panting and heaving was getting more volatile and his breath was getting hotter against my balls and cock.
Finally I looked at him. His eyes were dilated like I had used him multiple rounds, his nose was flared, his cheeks flushed red, and his mouth agape, tongue loose and drooling. His face was streaked in my constant dripping of pre and the cum from my house sluts prior breeding. But he let it smear all over, his eyes were completely locked onto my cock. I had completely broken and overloaded his sensory limits through sheer sight, smell, and presence of my cock. And he had never looked more cock hungry.
All I did was tap my cock on his face, almost covering it with my size, and he went into shakes like he was being cunted. I finally talked to him, told him if he wanted my cock. I got an incoherent moan as a reply, which meant he was already in that fagged state of being half conscious.
I didn’t even get to his throat. I slammed his huge hunky body to the floor, whipped out the dildo, and drove my cock into his clenching, begging pussy. Oh how he spasmed and weakly tossed his head. His eyes became even more unfocused, and his body jumped even more as I bored through his second cunt. He had never been more ragdolled as I choked pounded him all over my living room. He had never looked more delirious and gaped out when I pulled out after breeding him. He was a heap in the floor, barely conscious, but the most satisfied look in his face as his eyes kept rolling white.
You know me as the adrenaline, powerful breeder, but sometimes I like to indulge myself with absolutely brain fucking a fag through nothing but my presence. I finished with the fag not even an hour ago. My house slut has been servicing my cock with his throat since, and once I’m done messaging you, his cunt is going to receive a second round of pounding.
It may seem odd that a prolific breeder like Master Toople would even bother with an hours-long mind fuck session.
But here’s the thing to remember about Alphas – they love to see how their POWER and their PRESENCE alone causes people to crumble and submit! That’s why you’ll see Alphas stare into an inferior’s eyes at a bar and smile at them … they’re observing the effect of their charisma in real time.
Master Toople already knows what his cock and balls do to faggots. But he was able to enjoy the sight of this faggot getting cock drunk on just his SCENT.
That kind of power that arises simply by existing goes beyond any other kind of power!
The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Ethan’s last update detailed his first day of sexual service to his new Owner, a black God Alpha named King Karter. That first day found him doing a lot of domestic service, capped by a lengthy, brutal throat fuck and copious feeding of his new Master’s load.
And King Karter set a timetable of a week to allow Ethan (now named #5, the fifth in-house faggot owned by him) to prepare himself to be fucked. Even as someone who has been fucked many times by huge black Alphas, this promise by King Karter sounded ominous.
All week I fielded questions from a slightly-panicked Ethan, and I tried my best to keep Ethan emotionally on-track and focused on going through with this ceremonial breeding. I feel every faggot needs to be bred by Alpha cock at least once in their life in order to actually know what it’s like to surrender that most personal gift to a superior Man. Ethan wouldn’t be complete until King Karter definitively cemented his claim on his latest faggot.
But this wasn’t to be just a fuck. King Karter set out to cunt Ethan in the most dramatic way imaginable!
Prepare yourself!
I am sorry I didn’t email you last night! I meant to email you as soon as I got back to my dorm, but I felt so tired and sore, I needed to just crash! It started yesterday morning (Saturday), I went to #3’s apartment. He said he would help me prep. # 3 helped me clean shave my faggot hole, and helped me trim everything else, and clean me out and had me fuck myself with a few medium and larger dildos, to get me ready before I came to our King’s place. Then I took some time to clean out a bit more of my pussy when I got there. He also gave me some good advice, similar to yours, “Just let him take control, and submit to him, let him do what ever he wants to your body and, just submit and be the faggot you were born to be.” I thanked him for everything he has done to help me and for introducing me to King Karter.
I got to King Karter’s place around 11 am. After I got changed into my cage, I went to the bathroom and cleaned out one more time. I was so nervous at this point. I took my place kneeling at his chair. He was watching TV, a movie, I think. He instructed me to do a few chores, but I had to put a large plug into myself while working. He had me do it in front of him. Fucking myself a little with it, and lick it clean and sliding it back in. After cleaning and folding some of his laundry that was left by #1 from the previous day, as well as watering the plants. I was on my knees in front of him again.
He told me that after today, I will belong to him, my body and soul. That no mater where I go, who fucked my pussy, and or if he lets me go or sells me off, he will always own me. That when I comeback from the summer break I will be whored out, like the others. That he is free to sell my pussy to any alpha that wants it. I no longer have any sex rights. Whatever sex I will ever have will be at his choice and for his benefit, and that is all.
Even though I knew all this from day one and going into becoming a faggot to an Alpha like King Karter. It almost felt more real, like there was no turning back.
I kept my eyes to the floor and said, “Yes, sir, I understand.” He pullled out his already hard cock, and I helped pull his shorts down. He had me sniff his balls and pubes for a long while. All the while he was saying degrading things like “This is the smell of a real man. A faggot like me always gets high on n*ger ball sweat.” He was right, of course. It was like a High. Higher than any drug. The more I smelled and breathed in, the more I needed him, the more submissive I got. The more I needed more of it.
He had me lick his balls and his pubes. Giving him a good tongue bath. At this point, he had the bottle under my nose periodically. Taking a few hits, then hitting his pubes and licking his balls. Then a few more hits of poppers, smelling his balls, and licking and cleaning his pubic hair. As before, he liked me to look up at him. Making eye contact, and he was talking down at me. Making sure I knew my place as his pubic hair and ball cleaner. He would slap and hit the back of my head a few times, but not very hard.
Then he had me look up at him, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue. And he hit the head of his massive dick on my tongue and slid it into my mouth. I sucked on the head for a few moments then he started fucking my mouth just like the previous time, makeing me breath around his dick. Making me choke and gag on it, this time, I could tell he was a bit rougher. Hitting my head harder and putting his hands on my throat. Asking ” Do you want this N*ger Dick?” “You want me to rape you with his fat fucking Dick don’t you FAGGOT?!” and then came another slap on the face or on the back of my head. Even though he was not starting slowly like last time. I was enjoying it. I think I enjoy the rough stuff and the degradation. I can see why you, Sam, have aways said Faggots thrive on this and crave it unlike females. We faggots are born to take the aggressive alpha male instinct and for them to use us as an outlet of their sexual aggression.
I prceeed to let him throat fuck me much like the previous week. He took me to his bedroom. He had me lie on the bed with my head hanging upside down. He throat fucked me more, this time I was gagging and choking, saliva all over my face. He called me a dirty faggot, a throat pussy, and also then started punching me in my chest, abs and balls. When he would punch my in my chest and abs, it would take the breath out of me, he would often do it as he shoved his thick dick back down my throat as deep as he could go. He then pulled out and looked at me for a moment, and got his phone and took a few pics of my face upside down, sliva all over it, and a few with his thick black dick on the side of my face looking up at the phone. I wanted to object, thinking he might post them, but I remembered #3’s and your words about just submitting. I lied there, as he took a few pictures and told me I looked like such a good cock sucking faggot, he wanted to make sure we both rembered this day. Then he took his dick and put it back in my mouth about half way I could tell he was taking a few more pictures but at this point I didn’t care much. I just sucked him in more until his balls were back on my noise and feeling his head so deep down in my gulet.
He pulled me legs up and started pulling in and out my plug, while I still was lying there getting fucked down my throat. He told me to sit up. I sat up and looked at him. he had me clean my face and lick up all the saliva. He then had my legs in the air. While he pulled the plug in and out of my pussy. Then he would stick it in my mouth to suck on it, make sure it was all clean and then put it back into my hole, he did this about 5 or so times.
He had me take 2 bottles of poppers and hit both nostrils a 4 times and lie on my back my legs up and he lubed my pussy and his thick dick up. I put the poppers down, but he told me to keep them close. Then said, “Here we go Faggot!” and then put his dick head against my pussy hole. At first, it was not bad at all. He slid the head in fairly easily. Then it started to be harder after the first few inches. Then it started hurting. I moaned and groaned, he just said. “Take it faggot, Take that N*iger cock.” and just kept pushing into me. I did not mean to, but I think I was fighting it a bit, and he slapped me hard on my face and even punched me in the eye. I think that snapped me out of it into fighting back, and then he pushed harder. He told me to breathe hard. Breath in while he slid out. And give hard breaths out while he is pushing in my pussy. I tried very hard to do as he was instructing, and it did get a bit better, but I still didn’t know how I can take it all, I felt like it was splitting me open, like I was as wide as I can be but he kept pushing, and it kept getting deeper and wider. I looked up at him my eyes watering and he smiled and asked me if I liked being a pussy. Even though I was in pain and didn’t know if I could finish the only words that came out of me were “Yes, Yes I love being a pussy.” and I begged him to fuck me harder. I could hardly believe I said it, it was almost not even me that said it, it was almost subconscious since almost every fiber of my being was screaming get it out of me. It felt like my mind and body were at war. When he was so deep inside of me, it felt as if he hit a wall inside of me, then he kept fucking harder and harder, and then I felt this big POP inside my guts. I felt my eyes roll in the back of my head, and it almost felt as if I was outside my body, then with a few more slaps and pounding, I was back in but almost an out-of-body experience, like I could feel what was happening but almost like it was also to someone else. It is very hard to explain but I think you have described it like that when a fag is cunted, I have never felt anything like that it was almost spiritual in a sense.
He started picking up the pace, fucking me harder and deeper. He told me, to say to him to fuck me, to rape me. Which I repeated louder each time. Then he said with a ferm voice ” Now say, Hit me King, Hit me hard, Hurt me, Hurt this white faggot!” I was a bit scared he slowed down, and He looked like this was a test, like I had to beg him to hurt me. My hands were shaking, and I grabbed the sheets, and I said it. I think it was too soft for him, and he told me he couldn’t hear me, so I said it louder. “Say it like You mean it Faggot, so that the world could hear it, hear what you are.” I repeated it much louder over and over again, “Hit me, King Karter,” then he back-handed me so hard it stunned me. He said “Say it again faggot!” I said it again. He back-handed me again on the other cheek. I asked him to hurt me. Then he puched me in the ribs on both sides and started fucking me so hard, it was hard to breath. He grabbed my hair and kept hitting my face with his open hand. And asked me if I want this, “Is this what you want faggot? Do you want this really?!” I kept saying, “yes, yes, please, please hurt me. Hurt this white faggot!” He kept getting harder a few times, punching with his fist in my face. All the while, I just let it happen. Even though it was hurting, it was almost like I was absorbing him into me. It is hard to say, like normally, one would think you would want to fight it off or try to run. But every blow he gave me, every time his dick slid deeper in me, it was like I was obserbing a part of him. IDK,,,, I don’t know how to explain it. I mean, I guess playing football since I was like 9, so I was very accustomed to getting hit. Maybe on some level, that helped train me or help me like it or something. idk.
He pulled out of me and told me to suck him clean and with out hesitation my mouth sucked in his dick. Sucking it and loving the taste. I could defantly taste my pussy on him. I was suprised because I thought there would be blood the way he was fucking me so hard, but there wasn’t. He had me then get in doggy position my ass almost off the bed and he slide back in this time it was not hard at all, he said my pussy was gapping now. I could only imagine what it looked like, haha. He countinued to fuck me hard, pullin my hair. And hitting my sides. I kept asking him “to fuck my pussy.” “I needed his huge black dick” “His huge N*ger meat.” now I was opening saying it without him coaching me. He hit me in the back of the head a few times with his fist while holding my hair. And then I was only asking for him to hit me again. I think he liked that becuse he hit me harder, and picked up the fucking pace. After a few minutes, he poped his hard dick out of my cunt and told me to get it back into my mouth, It was like somthing took over me, somthing down deep, and it was shouting begging for him to hurt me, and fuck me! He had me suck him clean again. He fucked my throat hard, then had me get back on my back with my legs up.
He was fucking me like before my legs on his sholders, or as wide as I could spread them. He was fucking me now with out any discomfort or restaince he was sliding into my pussy easly, and it felt so good I could feel my dick so hard in my small cage it was uncomfortable but felt so good in there at the sametime. He slapped me a few times more and punched me. He just took it and I could tell he wanted me to ask for it more so I begged for it again, for him to hurt me, and he smiles and says good faggot, and hit me harder. By now, I can feel my face starting to swell up, feel all hot, and hurt a bit, but honestly, I didn’t care at all!
He asked me if I wanted his babies inside my pussy. I said, “yes” I beggeed and begged for him to fill my pussy with his black babies. He put his hand around my neck and started choking me. Not really on my wind pipe, but more on the sides of my neck, I think I might have passed out a few times, because everything would start to get black and fuzzy, and then I would notice my body shaking and spaming all of a sudden. Then he shouted, “Ohh fuck Ohh FUCK HERE IT COMES, IM GOING TO NUT IN YOUR PUSSY FAGGOT, OOhh Fuckkk!!!” and then I could feel him pumping inside of me. I could feel it hitting my insides and filling me up. I felt my eyes roll in my head again. I don’t know if it was from the lack of blood to my brain, because he was grabbing my neck hard again, or what, but again it felt as if god himself had come into my. I guess you can say he did lol!
King then collapsed on top of me, it was hard to breathe again with all his weight on me until he was able to calm down. And lay on the bed, and pulled out of me. It felt as if I was missing something, as if he pulled my soul out of my body, and I was such an empty husk. He told me to clean him off while waving his semi hard dick. I went down immediately and pulled it in my mouth and sucked and nuserd on it. Licking it clean, sucking and licking the cunt slime and sweat and seed off his pubs. I licked and cleaned every centimeter. It tasted so good. I almost forgot the emptiness inside of me. Then he pulled me back up to his pit and had me lick and smell his left armpit. He had me suck the hair, lick it and smell it. All the same time, he would run his right hand and his fingers through my hair. And pushing my head deeper into his armpit.
He stroked my head and hair while I sucked and sniffed while he talked to me. He said I was no longer a man. He said, “What man would let another man do that to him?” He went on while stroking my head, “No man, No Real Man, would let another man rape him like that, would let him hurt them like that, Would suck his own cunt slime off another man’s dick like that!” “That isn’t a real man, is it?” That’s when something hit me, it felt like a train hitting me. I started thinking about my life, like my family, my friends, playing football, how I act around everyone else, my future, maybe getting married, having a “normal gay family, kids,” knowing it was all a lie, that I would never have that life any more, like everyone else. And knowing what they would think if they saw what just happened. Then it felt as if a dam broke, and I started crying. I mean, I never cry! Like, I think the last time I cried like hard like this was when I was like 8 and my dog died. But since then, I never cried. Maybe teared up a bit now and then, but never really, really cried. And to be honest, it felt just like that, like someone died. King went on. “Yes Faggot, let it out! Let your fake manhood out. You were never really a real man. Just a fake one. Think how they would all look at you now, your mom, dad, and sister. Family, friends, your teammates. They wouldn’t understand the real you. This is the Real you. The real you is just a Faggot, It’s only need is to service cock, and men!” I cried harder under his armpit, “I own you now faggot, where ever you go in life, I’m in your bloodstream, I own your faggot body and you faggot soul!, What ever man or alpha ever fucks you or breeds you or owns you, it won’t matter, this faggot will always be owned by me, will belong to me, you understand that faggot!” Now I was balling at this point. His words felt so true, but also felt like a hot knife stabbing my soul. I know what he was saying was so true! I cried and cried, his pit hair soaked in my tears. Like on cue he knew what I was thinking becuse after that he said, “That part of you that thought you were a real man, is dead now, he never really exsted he was a lie, a dead lie now, because, a real man would not let another man hit him, fuck his throat, his pussy, put a cage on his dick and dink his piss… No only faggots do that don’t they. And that is what you are, aren’t you! A Real Faggot!” I did not answer him, just nodded under his arm, and cried. He kept stroking my hair. I felt like I had a hole in my heart, in my soul, and I wanted him to fill it. All I could do was smell his scent, which almost filled that missing piece. As I calmed down he pulled me to his left peck and I sucked on it almost like nursing on it like a new born baby would to his mother. Then I could feel it, it was almost a second birth. I shuddered and spasmed. He was rubbing my back and my chest, pinching my nipples, and my face, and he had me look up at him. My eyes were almost swollen shut, well, my left side felt like it. I looked up, he wiped some of my tears on his fingers and started to lick them off, like drinking my tears, and I felt so close to him, I lay there for a few moments.
Then he got up, he told me almost coldly, like we did not share that moment, like it was all business again. He said he was going to take a shower. That I was to clean myself up, wash my body, and then strip the bed, and put it in the clothes hamper. That #1 would be there tonight to clean it. I felt so hurt like I didn’t want him to leave, like he was ripping out of my cunt again, and agian I felt so empty. He went into the shower and closed the door. I felt the empty part again, and I looked down. There was cum all over my stomach and chest. I was in such shock! I knew he came inside of me, in my pussy and at first I could not understand whos cum that was. Then I realized it must have been mine! I did not even reamber cumming. I don’t know when I did it, was it while he was fucking me, or when I was in his armpit? I was confused. But licked it up! Which got me the idea, I wanted to tast his cum so u fingered myself pushing deep inside of me and pulling as much out as I could, I put it to my mouth and sucked and sucked it tasted so good!
I did as he commanded and pulled the sheets off and cleaned up, and I uncadged myself, and got dressed. As I was finished dressing, I could hear the shower stop. Part of me wanted to stay there to see if he wanted anything else, but I thought my orders were clear and I had better go.
It takes me about 45 minutes to an hour to drive back to the dorm. I never even turned on my phone to listen to music. I just sat there in silence. When I was about 3/4 of the way there, I was thinking about everything that happened. Then all of a sudden it felt like I was back in his bed, under his armpit, and it felt like a big rush. I started crying again. Like a hit in the gut! Maybe not as hard as before, but still hard. I could not stop and hold it in again. I had to drive to a Target parking lot. I parked on the outside, far away from other cars. I sat there crying hard, all the feelings came back, that feeling of loss. That I will never have the life that I thought I would have, that my family wanted me to have, like having a family, being in a normal relationship (even though they thought it would be a heterosexual one) How would my family, my mom, dad, my cousins would look at me, my freinds they would never understand. What I really was. I felt like I lied all my life, and I know I guess I did. It just felt like this huge, huge, tremendous loss, like a part of my heart died that day, that afternoon.
Then, when I was starting to calm down again, after about 20 minutes, I realized my fag dick was so Rock hard in my sweats. Like my dick was harder then it ever had been, almost hurting hard. Straining, it felt so hard! I quickly pulled it out and started betting off! I shoved my fingers under me, up my hole and just imagined Kings dick inside of me again, fucking me again. I did not even think about anyone seeing me, good thing I parked away from every other cars, because I had no other thoughts at the time. I was fingering my cunt so deep, 3 fingers in and deep, and jerking! All I could do was think of him on top of me. fucking the shit out of me hitting me, Using me and calling me names saying the most awful things about me. I even pressed my hand on my face, and slapped myself a bit, even though it hurt because it was swollen. But it didn’t matter, it just all took me back to him, and I shot a huge! HUGE! Shoot of cum all over the steering wheel and dashboard, and some even hit the whindsheild. I calmed down again, I felt so fulfilled, like this was who and what I was truly meant to be. I was so content. After a minute, I pulled up my pants and cleaned up, and started to drive off out of the parking lot. At the light, just as you leave, I sat there. I debated whether or not I should go back to King Karters’ place. I wanted to go back so badly. It was like a magnetic pull, pulling me to him. But at the last minute, I remembered that he said to clean up and go. He did not need my services anymore. I had to fight myself on turning right instead of left. And went back to the dorm. Do you think I made the right decision? Or should I have gone back? I just felt so much that I should be back there. But I followed his orders.
I got back. I texted # 3 as soon as I got back, but he was working, so I had to wait until this morning to talk to him. I also had intended to email you as soon as I got home, but I was so tired and sore, I needed to go to bed, and didn’t have a chance until this afternoon.
This is about as extraordinary of an account of cunting as I’ve ever read (and maybe anyone has ever experienced!). It’s pretty clear that King Karter knows EXACTLY what he’s doing when he fucks faggots!
I must say that King Karter has his faggots trained very well. I loved that #3 took the time to help Ethan prep for his cunting session! Faggot cooperation in a house doesn’t always happen naturally. It’s clear that all of the faggots belonging to King Karter obey him to the letter!
As described by Ethan, King Karter has expert technique when it comes to manipulating the faggot into a position (physically and mentally) to be penetrated and used. It was perfect the way King Karter kept talking to Ethan and keeping him distracted while at the same time getting his giant dick lubed up for fucking.
Like many black Alphas, King Karter predictably loves lots of verbal (and race play). Race play is good to use on a faggot because it shocks them and makes them off-balance. We are naturally scared to call a black Alpha a “nigger”, so it’s hard to do. But this tremolo of fear makes the fuck even more intense.
I was quite upset at how badly King Karter beat Ethan during the fuck. I’m sure I understand why Ethan needs to be punched in the eyes to the point of nearly being swollen shut, especially when he’s severely vulnerable. But of course, I’m not a Man nor an Alpha, and I’m not violent in any way. How could I understand? I just wish it didn’t need to happen.
The cunting itself was almost textbook: Ethan’s shaking, the inner convulsions, the spontaneous orgasm, the delirium, and the dramatic bursting into tears.
What was most beautiful was the aftercare King Karter provided Ethan in those moments after the cunting. He anticipated it! By allowing his newly-cunted faggot to comfort itself in the scent of his armpit, King Karter proved what a skilled and intelligent Master he truly is!
Ethan had a few post-cunting questions for me:
My first question: Why didn’t I feel it when I came? This was the first time I came in chastity, so I don’t know if that is what made it feel different or when a faggot is cunted does cumming feel different then just jerking off?
The answer to this question involves the involuntary clenching of muscles while having the internal orgasm common during cunting. In that moment, a faggot is only half-present/conscious, so an orgasm is the last thing on the faggot’s mind. When there is such profound sensory overload, the ruined ejaculate of a faggot’s cock is the last thing anybody’s thinking about!
Sam, the other question is about aftercare. Is it normal for faggots to cry like that and so hard. Also, why did I need to cry again when I was driving home? Did I not let it all out while I was with my King? Was I holding back from him? Do you think I got it all out now? I think I got it all out, especially the second time. But I thought so the first time, too. Was there something I was missing or lacking? Do you think I will act like that all the time or at least the first few times? I do not want to seem like an even weaker faggot then I already am in front of my King?
Thank you, Sam! -#5
Ethan’s sudden outburst of tears is a common side-effect of cunting. King Karter anticipated it, and provided aftercare. In other words, I don’t think it offends King Karter at all.
The theories around why faggots cry once they’re cunted are many and varied. I felt like crying after it happened to me the first time mainly because it scared me so much that I felt a breathless exhilaration. Other faggots have expressed feeling overwhelming gratitude for the gift of being cunted and that feeling made them cry. Some have said that they cried over the fact that they can never go back and be a Man ever again.
Like I said, every faggot comes away with a different perspective!
As I was writing this, Ethan wrote to me and said the following:
I have also been thinking about it all today. I think another reason I was emotional was that I finally felt like I belonged somewhere and to someone, like I don’t have to worry about anything anymore. Like, he will take the responsibility off my hands. Help me make choices such as making sure I am on Prep and to stay in school and get the best education. Even though most people would say they would not want someone to tell them what to do or who and when to have sex with, like I don’t have to worry about it. About getting turned down. or having to date someone that I always fight with. And I feel like he will take care of me. #3 told me since meeting King, his life is so much clearer, and he has a lot less stress because he leaves most big decisions in his life to King Karter, and #3 says he always knows the best answers to solve a problem. King Karter will make the distinctions for me, and I think that makes it life a bit easier. I know some people would not understand. In a way, it also helps take some pressure off me, you know. I think that was another part of it, too.
Is it normal for someone to cry twice like I did? Why do you think I had that reaction so much later on? And do you think that part is over? I won’t be emotional like that every time, right? I think I am still processing it, even though it was a few days ago. Every time I do, I have this strong need to go back there and get on my knees for him, but I am not scheduled to do it. until this weekend.
Thanks, Sam, I didn’t think it was such mind mind-blowing account. I thought you would have heard almost everything by now.
I think Ethan makes a great point here. Faggots are not really designed to be autonomous and thinking for themselves. There is a lot of pressure on a free-range faggot, pressure it is not capable of handling well. Having a Master as capable as King Karter provides a faggot like Ethan security and direction.
Ethan asks if this kind of crying is “normal”. When it comes to cunting, one must toss “normal” aside! The most important aspect of being cunted is that the faggot loses itself and surrenders to the “normal” sensations of its body in that moment.
Cunting is something deeply intimate that a Master shares with his faggot, and a faggot shares with its Master. An Alpha that cunts his faggot reaches the deepest part of his faggot and plucks a string inside it, setting off a chain reaction of wondrously harmonious music that cascades through the faggot’s body and mind and releases all of the treasures hidden within.
Like a musical lock, picked by an Alpha’s cock.
Last Saturday, King Karter emptied Ethan’s vault in the most dramatic of ways!
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 one of the most extraordinary finds since this site has been rebuilt. A straight Alpha with movie star good looks and an effervescent joy of Alphahood radiating from him, Master Anthony has no problem pulling women and fucking them.
But his life took a radical turn when his friend Fabien unexpectedly submitted to him and offered himself as his personal faggot. Since that moment, an entire new world of absolute power opened up to him and he has ascended to levels of glory and pleasure that he ever imagined was possible.
All because he took ownership of a great faggot like Fabien!
Like any growing God Alpha, Master Anthony has been training his lieutenant Alphas of his Alpha Pack how to own and use their own faggots, and some of them have taken to ownership with just as much eagerness as Master Anthony! Two of his best Alpha friends, Henri and Charles, have taken faggots of their own and are also growing powerful under Master Anthony’s guidance. It’s been incredible to witness!
Master Anthony recently went on vacation with these two Alphas, and they were accompanied by their three faggots (Fabien, Clement, and Basile). Fabien already wrote about this trip RIGHT HERE, but Master Anthony wanted to add some Alpha perspective about the trip.
As always, it’s invaluable insight into the Alpha psyche:
Hey boy!
I saw that Fabien told you about our wonderful last vacation! My bros and I have had such a great time, playing, swimming, surfing, flirting and fucking girls, and ordering around three slaves at our beck and call!
You know, I can’t believe I’m saying that, but I think I truly love my house slave. He and I are a perfect symbiosis. He obeys my every wish, every gesture, every glance. Often, he even knows what I want before I say it, even before I know it myself! I love being bossy and pushy with him, but I can’t help showing him affection now and then. Hey, a superior man like me has also some tenderness in him! It’s only right that I care for my devoted, hard working serving boy!
Yesterday, as I was fucking him hard, face to face, I leaned over his face and gave him a true French kiss. The poor boy was in complete shock! I laughed so hard seeing him completely in ecstasy, all he could say was “Oh God, God, God…” So fucking adorable!
Oh and by the way, some days ago, as I was having breakfast in bed, Fabien gave a big loving kiss to my toe and said “That’s from my big brother Sam who sends his adoration for you, Master”. You inferior males are so funny! You wish so hard you could be serving me and worshipping me hey, sam? Well, keep praising my glory, I like that. You’re a good boy!
It’s impossible to not love Master Anthony. He’s so confident in everything that he does that he can do something like French kiss his faggot while he’s fucking him and it’s just play. He’s still the same straight Alpha he was before he took ownership of Fabien. This is simply a natural extension of his growing power, which he shrugs off with an affability that is almost confounding. He’s something absolutely unique!
I questioned Master Anthony about his development of fellow Alphas Henri and Charles. He responded beautifully:
Henri and Charles are LOVING having slaves as much I as do! And yeah I like to encourage them to try new things. Thank to me they tested the position of stomping on the head of a submissive while fucking it! That’s one of my favorites!
I also introduced Charles to double penetration with his slave. It was cool, especially as his (faggot) needs to be put in line a bit LOL
My favorite moment was with two chicks brought back from the beach. One kissed my mouth, another worshipped my cock, while two stooges (faggots) licked my feet! I felt crazy! In such moments, I realize I’m really a God!
I LOVE TO BE A MAN !
I cannot tell you how blessed I feel as both a student and teacher of Hierarchy to know a young God Alpha like Master Anthony. He’s so open and honest and full of life and power. He’s just a breathtaking example of how hierarchy transforms straight Alphas into more than they could ever know otherwise!
Hey man I wrote to you a couple days ago about trying to figure out the hierarchy with my struggles with my friend I introduced to being an alpha. I appreciate the insights and after reading more I realized that I was questioning my status because I was Asian and physically less appealing than my friend, but now I know that being an alpha often is beyond simple physical traits, but rather a mentality that I lost for a second but regained. Things have reverted back to normal since I talked with Ray and Leo has come back to serving me. While I still need to look through alpha hierarchy I was wondering what role does an alpha/apex alpha play for a god alpha and is it possible to become a good alpha from an alpha? Overall, I know I’m an alpha for sure I’m just struggling how an alpha hierarchy would work if I’m below a bigger alpha.
Master Aiden, welcome back! Thank you so much for writing again!
I felt bad about my response to your first question, because I thought I was too blunt with you. However, I was concerned because I hate to see Alphas struggling with their place or their worthiness. You’re in the prime of your life and you’re ALPHA! This is the time when you can shine brightest and use your overwhelming power to live your best life!
I’m so glad to hear that you had a talk with Master Ray! This is what needed to happen. You’re both Alpha, so there needs to be mutual respect between Alpha brothers. Ultimately, you both are part of an earthwide Alpha fraternity that rules our world together, so there needs to be harmony and agreement amongst those rulers!
Also, I’m sure Leo feels much better back in your service, Master! I would probably reprimand him for his unfaithfulness (although faggots are notorious for this). I’m sure you’ve already dealt with that in your own way.
To your question: I’ll answer in militaristic terms, if I may, for the purpose of illustration. God Alphas are like Generals, Apex Alphas are like Lieutenant-Generals, and Alphas are like Major-Generals. One tier “serves” or obeys/follows the tier above it. You can see this behavior in action when there are a group of Alphas working together (like a sports team, for example).
God Alphas are the ones all Alphas follow, look to for advice, and receive instruction. The Alphas closest to the God Alpha are typically Apex Alphas, and they keep a pretty tight social circle devoid of even other Alphas because that is how direction is plotted and disseminated to the rest of the pack.
I generally tend to think God Alphas are born that way, but certainly an Alpha or Apex Alpha can try to assert themselves as a God Alpha. Other Alphas will either accept this assertion of power, or reject it … that’s the true test of God Alphahood.
Hierarchy is a natural process. We can’t usually bend it to our will. It will always tell us what we truly are.
I hope that helped, Master! I’m so happy to hear that you’re reclaiming your Alphahood and approaching it with a clear, focused vision! Go forth and conquer, Master!
The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Ethan was worried that it might be a while before his new Master, King Karter, used him sexually. The other house faggots of King Karter had pretty much told him to be patient.
But my experiences with black Alphas told me something else. I figured King Karter would want to try out his new property as soon as possible!
Guess who was right?
Ethan send me a breathless email detailing his first sexual experience with this hung, dominant God Alpha. Turns out, he was breathless for a reason!
Hi Sam! I am sorry for not e-mailing sooner. I have been so busy with classes and getting ready for finals, working out at the gym, and now serving King. I have not had time to sit down and tell you what has happened! I didn’t even remember not emailing you until King asked if I had told you what happened because he had not seen a post from me on your site. (I think he is checking up on me 🙂 ) I went for my scheduled time to clean and help with the cooking. He was at his place last Thursday evening, he is not always there when I am, but he was this time. I got on my knees in front of him, looking at the floor, and asked for permission to speak with him. (Which is the way we need to ask if we need to speak in his presence.)
I took your advice, and you were, right of course! King Karter and his superior mind know exactly what to do. He even said he knew this would come up and had already had a plan for me. King said, “I know you would have to go home this summer but after next year I would like you to move here permanently, maybe even move in with #3.” I was so happy that he still wanted me to serve him, and be with my brother faggots. When I emailed you last, I was nervous he would not want me or would think I wanted to leave, which was not the case. I would have to go home and talk to my family about moving in with some friends from school. I think they would be ok with it, so I will have to talk to them about it, but right now, I will still be in the dorms next year.
King also had some ways to keep me in my faggot mind under his control. It will be some of the same ways he takes command of #2 and 4. I will have to check in with him 2-3 times a week. I must be naked and caged on while on FaceTime. I must keep doing Poppers trainings, and sometimes while facetiming with him. I must keep up my practice with my dildos, also while on FaceTime. And, I must still keep submiting my fag tax on a bi weekly basses. I did tell him I still did not want to be recorded, and he said he would honor that for now, and he would not record while I was Face-timing him. I also said I would have to find times when no one was home or maybe late at night, as my mom lives in a 3-bedroom apartment, and it will be hard to keep her and my sister from hearing me. He understood but told me if he requests a meeting, he will get one, and I replied, “Yes, sir, I understand.”
He will gave me two cock cadges to bring home and will have me buy 2 more specific dildos, ones closer to his massive cock. Which I found out then was about 7.5″ soft and 9″ long, hard, and about just under 4″thick.
He then started petting me on the head with one hand, like a pet dog, and told me that he valued my service and my commitment to him, and started rubbing his cock in his shorts with the other hand. He had me get a bottle of poppers from the shelf. And kneel in front of him. His big dark skined dick was already out when I returned and getting hard. I knelt back down and looked up at him. He took the bottle and had me take 4 big hits, 2 in each nostril. Then had had me sniff this pubs and balls and shaft again, all the time while his King dick was grown next to my face. He would have me repeat, me hitting and smelling him a few times. I could feel the heat and power from his massive dick. He asked if I wanted a taste this time, I said I would be so honored and I would love it more than anything, I begged him, “Please King, please can I taste your thick dark dick!” “Your Big Black Cock!” He likes race play, # 3, and #1 told me to really play into that, so I was!
After licking the sides of the shaft up and down about 10 times on each side. He had me just put the head in my mouth. I was to lick and nurse on it, like a baby on a tit. All the while, he had me keep looking up at him; he liked me looking up at him and keep eye contact, and he slowly slid it down my throat. And started to fuck my mouth. I was a bit nervuse he was going to be as hard on me as he was with #1 the last time I watch him throat fuck #1. But he was slow at first. I think he wanted me to get used to it.
At first, I was only getting about half in. He had me hit a lot more poppers as I was sucking him off. I would pull off, and he would hold the bottle under my nose. Then he would fuck my mouth harder and longer, each time pushing my head farther down. He would hold my head and make me gag hard on him. I have sucked about 15 dicks, before from Grinder, but his was longer and thicker then any I have sucked before. This was the first black cock I was also sucking, I have never sucked black cock before! It was thicker, stronger, and harder then any white cock I have sucked and serviced, before! King kept pushing my head deeper down on his dick, it was in my throat and I was gagging a lot. All the while, he kept commanding me to look up at him and keep eye contact. My eyes were watering a lot, almost crying.
At this point, it was hard to breathe easily, and I was gasping for breath. He would take his dick out of my mouth or pull it out about half way to let me take a breath. He then would have me look up at him and make me say “I’m a White Faggot!” ” I am a Faggot cocksucker.” ” I love Black Cock (in my mouth).” over and over, with his cock in my mouth. He laughed and really got a kick out of that. Sometimes, it was so deep in my throat, it just sounded like gargling.
Now he was fucking me harder now and using my hair as like handles pulling me up and down on his cock! He was starting to get rougher, I have never had a alpha fuck me like this, this far down my throat. It was hard to breathe. He had me practice learning how to breath around his thick cock in my mouth and down my throat. At first, it was hard; I was almost hyperventilating and gasping for air. Then I got to understand his rhythm, and he would keep it so I could breathe. When I would suck air in, I could not just smell him and his cock, but it alomst felt like I was sucking in his Alphahood. Now that I had a rytham, he had me take it down so far I had to put my nose in his pubs. He kept me there for so long, I was trying to pull away, I think it was just my body. I tried desperately to fight it, but I felt like I was going to pass out! I tried so hard to breath around his thick dick in my air way but it was to hard, I was almost was puking at that point that he let me go. I was puking a lot of bile and saliva.
He was going harder now, almost how you discrbe Cunting but in my throat. He was cunting my throat for real. But now he would only let me off about half his dick, and kept the other half in my mouth and down my throat to breath. He kept fucking me like this, for about 5 minutes and hitting the back of my head a few times, slapping me on the face with his hand and cock.
Then he started to speed up. Keeping me down on his pubs longer and longer, I almost passed out a few times. Then he pulled out and shouted, ” Dink my Black seed Faggot!” He then shot two huge ropes or cum all over my face and tongue, and then quickly shoved it deep down my throat again. So far down my nose was in his pubs again. He then proceeded to pump about 3 or 4 more hot loads in me. It felt like it was hitting the inside of my upper chest; I could not feel it in my mouth, just sliding down my esophagus. Then when he calmed down he pulled me off and wiped my cum covered face with his is thick black cock, wipping all the cum, saliva and sweat all over. He said “You have a good faggot face, with all that cum on it like that!” I felt so proud and wanted in that moment! His seed tasted so strong, I don’t know, is it because he is a black Alpha? Is that why it tastes so strong, or because he was a real alpha? He tasts diffrent from the other men I’ve sucked off, mostly stronger, more potent, better then the others.
He just sat there, in his chair, while I knelt between his legs, smelling his pubes and crotch. He smelled like heaven, the best smell I could smell in my life!
After a while, He said he needed to take a piss, and told me I was thrursty. I was a bit nervous knowing what would come next, what he wanted. But I did not fail him, I said with a smile, “Yes, sir.” I wanted to show him how gratful I was that I got to suck him off. Even though I was not looking forward to it, I know it was one of my duties.
He took me into the bathroom where I was to sit in the tub and look up at him. He pointed the head of his dick at my face and told me to open my mouth and drink as much as I can, he would stop a few times to let me swallow, and I did. He put out a long, heavy stream, and I flinched at first, trying to fight that instinct to pull away. I had to fight hard as it filled my mouth. It was a very strong flavor, I struggled at first to swallow it down when he stopped the stream. I gagged and almost puked a few times, He slapped the back of my head, and shouted at me that I better not puke up his cum, or I will get a beating for wasting it. It was very hard not to, but I held it in as best as I could. He told me to open back up and hit me with another hot stream. I don’t like hot or warm drinks much, but I tried to imagine in my head that it was like tea. That I think helped a bit. And by the third time, my mouth was full, I didn’t mind it at all, I started to like it even. I think I liked it, not for the taste. But for the fact that it was a humiliating aspect, that it made me feel like I was a subhuman. Like a thing like a urinal under him. Getting the privilege to drink what was coming out of his dick. I think that mindset helped me like it a lot. The 5th mouthful was not much, and some went over my face and in my hair. I liked it, and I almost felt sad it was ending. Is this a common reaction that faggots have to things like piss or other things that they might not want to do at first? In some way, I am kinda looking forward to drinking it again, and in some ways, I wouldn’t mind if he didn’t. It’s weird.
He told me I could not wash him off (my body) until I got back to my dorm. Which was super scary because I was afraid someone would see me, talk to me and smell his piss and cum on me. But I made it back and ran into the shower. Even though part of me didn’t want to wash it off. I could still smell him and his piss and cum on my body. However, I was too scared that someone would smell it too.
This happened on Thursday. He texted me today, asking if I had told you yet, and telling me to come to his place Saturday afternoon. I am not allowed to eat anything about 12 hours before, and I must clean myself out as best as I can before coming. But I will have time to clean out there. I also must fuck myself everyday this week for at least 1-2 hours a day. I am pretty sure he’s is going to cunt me. I am very scared and also so excited at the same time. (probably a little more scared though, as I don’t want to disappoint him, because it’s my first time. And I know he will be very rough the first time.) I did ask him if he liked my service on Thursday. He said, “Yes, Not bad!” He could tell I had sucked cock before and I was a natural cock sucking faggot, but he said my technique will get better when you suck more black cocks. “But not bad for a good cocksucking faggot!” Even though I was not the best cock sucking faggot he had, I felt good with his answer, it makes me feel like a good faggot! Even thought my throat was very sore for a few days and it was hard to talk.
This is practically a textbook example of how to claim and train a faggot cocksucker. King Karter’s control is quite obvious from Ethan’s words above. It’s great that he took firm control of Ethan’s head and forced his giant dick down Ethan’s throat! Far too many faggots, when confronted by huge dicks, rely on hand manipulation of the shaft while focusing their mouth on the head. While certainly easier, it doesn’t teach the faggot any advanced skills. King Karter was doing Ethan a huge favor by training him to open his throat and hunger for the entire length of his black meat inside him.
I wanted to take a moment to answer a couple of Ethan’s questions.
In the body of the story above Ethan asked why black Alpha cum tastes stronger than the cum of other Men. This is something I’ve experienced as well, and I can’t say that I’ve ever found a definitive answer on it. I’m probably biased when I say that I do think black Alphas are superior to other Men, and their sexual prowess/fertility is probably tied to stronger, more nutrient-rich sperm/semen. But that’s just a guess.
Ethan also asked: Sam, why do Alphas always want us to look up at them while we suck them? Why do they like the eye contact?
This one is easier to answer. There are two primary reasons why they want us to look into their eyes when we’re sucking them. (1) They want to see the level of desire in their cocksucker’s eyes, and (2) they want to see the amount of struggle in the faggot’s eyes. Either way, it’s a power move.
I’m so impressed not only by my brother Ethan, but also by King Karter! I wish we had more actual black Masters who understand how to take ownership of faggots and dedicate time to training!
I think Ethan is about to be cunted by King Karter! Can’t wait to hear how that goes!!!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s pretty clear that Master Steve, despite being just 31 years old, is quite advanced when it comes to faggot ownership. He seems like a proud owner of his faggot Mike, and that pride allows him to do things with faggots that most other Masters fail to do.
Like using faggots to mentor younger Alphas.
Mike recently received the following texts from his Master:
You can only imagine how terrified Mike was with this news. I mean, I’m sure Mike was also excited by the prospect of serving a young Alpha relative of his Master … but he clearly had to perform up to Master Steve’s unyielding standards! The pressure was on!
So I waited a little while before reaching back out to Mike for an update. But boy, it was a doozie!
What a weekend with Steve’s cousin, Alex. I left work a bit early on Friday since Alex’s plane was landing at 5:45. I circled the airport a few times waiting to see him come out. He texted me that he’d just grabbed his luggage and was heading out. When I saw him, he looked like a young god—6’2”, about 200 lbs, dark hair, and a mustache. Standing next to him was another guy, just as hot. I pulled up and waved, and Alex immediately started walking to the car, casually leaving their luggage on the sidewalk. I got out, said hello, and loaded everything in the trunk. We made small talk, and Alex introduced me to his friend AJ—who I later found out was only 19. About five miles down the road, nervous and unsure, I asked Alex if he needed to use the restroom or wanted me to get him or AJ something to drink. He said, “Yeah, pull over at the next exit,” so I did. I pulled into a gas station and sat there unsure of what to do. Finally, Alex looked at me and said, “You wanna drink my piss here or in the bathroom?” I said, “Wherever you want, Sir.” He replied, “Here. I don’t feel like walking.” I wasn’t sure what AJ was thinking, but after I was done with Alex, he told me to go drink AJ’s in the back seat. I did exactly as I was told, straining so much in my cage the entire time.
When we got back to Steve’s, they walked straight inside, leaving me to unload their luggage. Once I got it all in, Steve told me to unpack their clothes and get everything hung up or put away. When I finished, I went into the living room and Steve motioned for me to kneel. He stood up and pissed down my throat. By then, I was so full of piss and so hard in my cage I could barely think. Steve told me to get everyone a drink and start my weekend chores, reminding me I wouldn’t have much time on Saturday or Sunday to do them. I spent the rest of Friday night exhausted—cleaning, doing Steve’s laundry, being their urinal, and serving drinks while they played video games. At one point, Steve called me over while he was still gaming and made me suck him as he talked. He said, “Just to set expectations: Alex—and only Alex—for the next 10 days, has the same rights I do. You’ll do whatever he says, just like you do for me. Understand?” I stopped sucking just long enough to say, “Yes Sir.” He said, “Good. Now go finish the kitchen.”
They got tired around 11:30 and went to bed, leaving me to finish up. Steve came out to give me a kiss and reminded me that it was Alex’s birthday Saturday, so I needed to have his cake ready that night. I finally got to bed around 1am. Steve rolled over, fucked me, blew his load all over my cage, and said, “Get some sleep. Breakfast needs to be on the table by 7.” My cage was driving me crazy—I hadn’t cum in three weeks, and I was straining and frustrated. I knew it was selfish to focus on my own needs, but it was getting harder to ignore. Eventually, I passed out, only to be woken by my watch alarm at 5:45am.
I started cooking and had the table set by 6:50. I went to wake Steve, and while I was drinking his morning piss, I heard AJ come to the door. Steve told him we’d be ready in a minute. We walked to the kitchen and found Alex and AJ already at the table. Steve and I both wished Alex a happy birthday—he looked adorable with his messy bedhead. I poured everyone coffee and sat down, but Alex looked straight at me and said, “I need to piss. Get under the table and fully service me while I eat.” I looked at Steve—he didn’t even glance at me. I knew I had to follow Alex’s orders. I got under the table and drank Alex’s piss, sucking him the entire time he ate. At one point Alex said, “I can’t believe this is actually happening.” Steve replied, “Told you—when you have a faggot that’s yours, you can mold them into anything you need.” While I sucked Alex, Steve talked to him and AJ about the things he’d trained me to do and some ideas he had in mind. Alex stopped me several times—he didn’t want to cum yet. “I’ve got a better place for this load,” he said. When breakfast was over, Steve told me to eat light and get the kitchen cleaned up. He said he wanted to fuck.
After I finished cleaning, I went into the living room where they were playing video games and sat beside Steve. He asked if everything was cleaned. I told him it was. He said, “Good. Why don’t you take your clothes off and go suck AJ for a bit? I want to watch.” AJ smirked, pulled his cock out of his gym shorts, and I started sucking. I must have touched my cage a few times without realizing it—just a natural reaction from the pressure and frustration—and Steve snapped, “What did I tell you about touching your cage?” I apologized and focused back on AJ. Moments later, I felt someone come behind me—it was Alex. He spit on my ass a few times, and I knew what was coming. As he started sliding into me, I lifted my head from AJ and moaned. Steve laughed. It was my first time ever being spit-roasted in front of Steve, and it was overwhelming. Alex’s cock felt incredible, and sucking AJ while being used made me feel completely owned. Steve said, “Happy birthday, buddy. You’re going to be a mini-me.” I could hear the pride in his voice. AJ said he was about to cum, and Steve told me to stop. “All loads today go in his ass—not his mouth.” Alex pulled out and sat on the couch so AJ could fuck me. He didn’t last long before filling me up. Steve stood and said, “I want to cum now, but I want Alex to have the last load for his birthday.” Steve took his time, fucking me rough and deep while Alex and AJ watched. “When you fuck a fag, you don’t have to be gentle,” he said. I was on the edge of tears by the time he finished and blew inside me. Then Alex stepped up to take the final round. He wasn’t as rough, but he still made sure I was bred properly. I was left exhausted, dripping with all their loads. Alex said, “Don’t move. I want to try something.” He came back with the butt plugs Steve had recently bought. “I’m going to plug you, fag. You’ll stay plugged the rest of the day.” He asked Steve which one to use, and Steve said, “Go light—he’s never used them.” Even the smallest one was thick, around seven inches. When Alex slid it in, it took my breath away. Steve said, “Rest a second, then get us drinks. After that, make Alex’s cake, then you can take a short nap.” I was beyond exhausted, but I gathered the strength and did exactly what they asked.
That night, all three of Steve’s alpha friends came over, along with Alex and AJ. I was expected to be nude, plugged, and locked all night—serving drinks and snacks. About an hour in, Steve pulled me aside and gave me one of his signature “choices” to test me. “You’ve got two options,” he said. “Go get the piss gag and come back to ask—out loud, in front of everyone—if you can please be our urinal tonight and stay locked for two more weeks. Or, you can just drink mine and Alex’s piss the rest of the night and unlock Sunday afternoon. The choice is yours. Choose wisely.” I was so horny I could barely think. Unlocking Sunday was tempting, but I knew choosing that would be selfish. I didn’t want to let Steve or Alex down.
I walked to the bedroom, mind racing, and picked up the piss gag. When I returned to the living room, I knelt and said, “Excuse me, Master Steve. Sorry to interrupt, but may I please wear the piss gag and be the party urinal tonight?” The room erupted in laughter. Alex said, “Damn—he really is a true fag.” Steve smiled and said, “Absolutely, fag. Just don’t waste a single drop—or there will be hell to pay.” I stayed kneeling as Steve strapped the gag in. One by one, all six of them used me. I thought I was going to drown. I was soaked, plugged, locked, and completely lost in submission. I’d never felt such a high—emotionally, mentally, physically. It was an overwhelming and transformational moment. And Steve just smiled. He knew exactly what he’d done to me.
That night, after everyone left, Steve, Alex, and AJ each took turns fucking me again. We all ended up crashing in the same bed. Before we fell asleep Steve kissed me and said how proud of me he was and thanks for making Alex Birthday Special. I knew then I had made the right choice.
Sunday was a bit more relaxed. I had breakfast ready by 7am, and by 10, we were back at the gym. After the workout, we went into the sauna. It was hot, wet, and foggy, and Alex looked at me and said, “Start sucking.” I got on my knees and took him in my mouth. Just then, a guy walked in. I paused, but Steve popped my ass and said, “Don’t stop.” The guy just sat across from us and started jerking off while I kept sucking. After Alex came, I sucked Steve, then AJ. The guy finished on the floor, cleaned himself up, and walked out without a word.
Locked for two more weeks now. That’ll make six total. And I’ve never felt more owned in my life.
These kinds of true stories always astound me. The things powerful straight Alphas do are so fearless and perception-altering that I can’t keep up with them – and I’m a faggot who knows this truth and expects it!
I love that Master Steve clearly mentored his straight cousin Alex on the use of faggots, and was using Alex’s birthday as a pretext to further train Alex’s understanding of Alpha power through faggot use. I understand that there are straight Men reading this who are thinking, “I don’t need to use a faggot sexually in order to feel powerful,” but until you’ve actually stood over a faggot and pissed down its throat or face fucked a faggot until you pumped every drop of cum into it … you don’t really understand that level of power.
I’m so proud of my brother Mike for being eager and willing to do whatever he could to serve his Master and his fellow Alphas. It’s such a privilege to be used this way! So many faggots balk at opportunities of this sort given the dehumanization and the pressure these situations place on a faggot. But if you’re not willing to give up yourself when called upon by an Alpha, then you don’t deserve to serve these Kings!
Classic, perfect form for this reverent cocksucker, the exact kind of worship a God Alpha like @TheRealKingCock deserves! Deliberately long, slow strokes accentuate the length and girth of his meat, which excites him even more for penetration!
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!
Much like the previous version of this site (FagsWorshipAlphas), there are God Alphas always hovering over HierarchyUniversity.com. They watch carefully, studying what I say here and thoughtfully consider the comments and experiences left here by others. When necessary, they make their opinions known to me if they think I need adjustment or encouragement. It’s a presence I’ve always felt and appreciated, even if it caused me some level of anxiety. As a faggot, I desperately want to please these greatest Men and make them proud.
One of my favorite God Alpha mentors is the glorious Asian Alpha Master Toople. He always has an opinion about Hierarchy given the fact that he’s been a leader and breeder in it for so many years now. He and I have had many productive and enlightening conversations about aspects of hierarchy and the ownership of faggots since my return last year, and I consider him to be one of my most cherished and vital voices.
He read THIS POST about the experience of a faggot named Tyler and two very different Alphas, and it definitely triggered him to write about it. Here’s what Master Toople had to say:
I saw your post about Steve and Tyler and wanted to comment. Adam is no Alpha. Or if he is, he is a pre-alpha, with much to learn. As much as I enjoy the service of my fags and sluts, and revel in the physically and aggressively overpowering them into limp ragdolls, they are never worthless to me.
My sluts and fags have placed their trust in me to control, own, and master them. That is not just merely my right, but also my responsibility. As much as I have the alpha need to dominate and demand worship, there is also the masculine drive to protect what is mine. To ensure that there is no doubt or regret in their body or mind that they are MINE to be used. Each brutal takedown. Each powerful rutting. Each ruthless breeding. I know my own monstrous strength and libido, and how brutishly demanding it is on my fags to take my colossal cock and aggressive physical pounding of their bodies and holes. I take pride in overwhelming them, and rewarding their service with satisfying my alpha ardor inside of them.
I was born to rule. To be worshipped. To subjugate and own through my intensity and power. But with that power comes responsibilities. Cunting out my fags means I have accepted their service, and with that, guiding them to my aspect of god alphahood.
That’s what I wanted to say. These are things I didn’t think needed to be put into words. It is as natural to me as breathing, as natural as my cock belongs inside a warm snug hole, as natural as depositing my seed in inferior fags. Natural born alphas and those of us who sit at the top instinctively understand it.
I love the fact that Master Toople appreciates the responsibility Alphas (particularly God Alphas) have for their faggots. Whether the Alpha is gay or straight is immaterial. Any Alpha who owns and uses faggots has a responsibility to train, guide, discipline, and comfort them.
It’s easy for an irresponsible Man to use an inferior and toss it away. But it takes something more for a Man to consider the needs of the weak inferiors they’re using, to make them better, to comfort them if they’re hurt through use, to make them feel like valued property.
Master Toople is a foremost user of faggots. He fucks and breeds faggots the way hurricanes crush cities, and nobody would ever dispute that he has the right to do so given his God Alpha status.
But he personally places responsibility upon himself to care for his faggots, to train them and comfort them. He recognizes that he is strong where they are weak, and like any superhero would do, he steps in to right wrongs and lift up the broken.
I really wish more Alphas understood this concept as well as Master Toople does! Taking responsibility as the leader and owner of faggots (or females) should always be the most important aspect of being both an Alpha and a Man!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Easily one of the most intriguing developments on this site in recent months has been the revelation and rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas. I’ve been put in the enviable position of helping him understand his growing power and develop his first stable of faggot worshipers.
To assist me in this, I recruited Master Dean (a God Alpha raised by God Alphas) to guide Master Lucas in ways a faggot like me is ill-equipped to do. So far Master Dean has nothing but the highest praise for his young peer.
Under Master Dean’s tutelage Master Lucas is learning to expand the kinds of worship he receives:
Just to give you some little news. I know how much you love hearing from Me. I must say, I really enjoy the company of My older 18-yo submissive. It’s great to have a boy who is clearly mature and clever and strong but who still feels the urge to submit to Me. Also, the other day, I was with one of My other servant, My earliest childhood friend. He accompanied Me while I worked out in a park sports area. He would carry a towel and come to wipe Me off at the slightest gesture from Me. I could clearly see that he was completely mesmerized when he looked at Me in full effort. At the end, when I was out of breath, I could see that he had his eyes fixed on My armpits (I was in a tank top). So I said, “Would you like a closer look?” He nodded eagerly. I put my hand on his head and stuck his nose in My armpit. He sniffed so hard! Then he put out his tongue to lick. I was surprised, but I loved this way of worshipping My body. I wasn’t expecting it, but it was cool. He also kissed My biceps. I think I’ve discovered some new acts of worship that I’m going to love! LOL
You can imagine the pleasant surprise Master Lucas experienced when his faggot sniffed and licked his sweaty armpit and kissed his bicep. At age 15 every new sensation is like touching a live electric wire, and that’s doubly true when it comes to domination.
So Master Lucas wanted more, of course:
I find out I really love the power of My armpits! I had two others of My inferiors sniff and lick My armpits and they loved that!
Also, I kind of like those displays of power and domination in public space. You see, recently, I had My girflriend massaging My socked feet in the schoolyard. I was sitting on a bench, hands behind My head, and she was sitting in front of Me on a stool, gently massaging My feet. And the funny thing was, I saw boys, including boys older than Me, whom I didn’t know, giving Me thumbs-up and admiring glances. I loved that! I think boys really do instinctively recognize their superiors.
I feel like I’ve always new urges about how to use My inferiors and make them humiliate themselves for My pleasure. I’m disciplining Myself to keep a cool head and remain patient, but I know I’ll get everything I want, sooner or later.
This bold display of Alpha power accomplished two things: (1) it forced his girlfriend to submit to him and remain under his control, and more importantly (2) established Master Lucas’s presence at the top of the school’s hierarchical order and served notice to his Alpha brothers that he is King.
Master Lucas has been tight-lipped about his romantic life to the point that I figured he didn’t have time for a love life with the line of faggots begging to kiss his feet.
But it turns out that yes, he does have a girlfriend, and he’s teaching her to accept his desire to own and use faggots.
I have been using some of My servants with her to watch, two of them had been massaging My feet while My girl and I were chilling on the sofa. She’s a nice pretty girl and she’s crazy about Me. I know she brags about dating Me to the girls at school. But she can be a bit possessive. I may have to take care of that. She doesn’t know everything about my inferiors serving Me, but she has seen Me ordering around some of My servants and she has served Me too, like the time two of them were rubbing My feet and she was massaging My back. She knows I have a dominant personality and I think it turns her on, when I dominate boys it reminds her how lucky she is and that she hit the big prize LOL. I think I will introduce her even more to my inferiors. I want her to get used to the idea that I am to be served and worshiped by everyone I choose, including her.
It’s magnificent to see the rapid ascension of Master Lucas, isn’t it? Males are NOT all born equal, and the story of this young God Alpha’s rise should put away any lingering doubts.
How did Master Lucas become aware of this destiny, this purpose? He told me his first memory:
You know, this whole using inferiors in public thing reminded me of one of the first times I consciously realized I was superior to others. I don’t remember if I told you about that. When I was 11 or 12, dont know, I was hanging out with a school mate in the streets. Then, I noticed My shoe laces were untied. So, as a joke, I said “hey” to My mate, snapping my fingers and pointing at My shoes. But then he knelt down and laced them up. I remember that I felt great. Before long, he would often carry my schoolbag. When I would simply hand it to him, without saying anything, he would know what to do. I loved that. I think those were my first practical, conscious experiences of domination.
A simple taste of power has placed Master Lucas on a path leading inexorably toward a Kingdom of his own design! There’s nothing that can stand in his way or resist his will!
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!
Part of the thrill of knowing a God Alpha like Master Toople is the unexpected. For instance, his name waits in my X DMs like a sleeping Godzilla, only to appear every so often with an experience so jarring that I can barely get anything done the rest of the day.
Of course, I hear from a lot of powerful Alphas, with each powerful in their own way. Master Toople is powerful through the brutal application of raw physical power, unsympathetic aggression, and relentless stamina. He’s almost terrifying for a faggot like me. I liken knowing him to standing on the edge of a dark, yawning, bottomless chasm where one false move could lead to death.
Master Toople sent me a message a couple of days ago with yet another experience, but he added some perspective as well.
Always fun having multiple fags around. Brought home a gym slut, and my live-in slut is sucking on my toes and sniffing my feet while the gym slut chokes and gags himself on my cock. Both bred and plugged to keep my seed inside them.
For the fags and sluts I own and fuck on a regular basis, I use their names, usually a nickname. Example, my two live-in sluts, one is called Lil Josh, ironic because he’s the biggest of us, and the other is Matt Bag because I use him like a heavy bag. If I’m fucking and dominating someone new, they get called boy, fag, slut, bitch, etc. “Suck my cock with your pussy lips, muscle bitch” as an example.
Master Toople’s naming system seems appropriate given the vast number of faggots and betas he has subjugated, mounted, and bred. I imagine they are a vast, faceless horde of faggots with hollowed-out eyes craving Master’s huge, cum-spurting cock inside them again.
It’s just funny to me how Alphas tend to fall easily into similar mannerisms and conventions when owning and using faggots. I don’t know how that can be genetic, but it sure seems to be!
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!
It’s been a little while since I’ve heard from my beloved brother Fabien. I’ve been mostly conversing with his Master, Anthony, so I’m never too far away from him, but still … I’ve been missing him.
Fabien wrote me two days ago with something he’d made for Master Anthony.
Just a small new update that might amuse you! Anthony really values my mentorship of the other slaves of his Alpha Pack. He instructed me to write a sort of “slave Charter” outlining the golden rules that slaves must follow with their alpha master, which he intends to give to all future inferiors in his flock. So after a bit of thought, I finally came up with a list that I’m pretty happy with! Here’s the result:
The Six Golden Rules of a slave towards his Master
1. Admiration. He is better than you. He is a superior being. It’s only fair your life is harder for his life to be easier, that you are poorer for him to be wealthier. Always keep in mind how vastly superior he is to you.
2. Obedience. Obey first, think second. Disobedience is the greatest sin for an inferior. Many flaws are forgivable, but a disobedient slave is unworthy and useless. His orders, his desires, his whims, even the slightest of them, are absolute laws for you.
3. Respect. Deference must be verbal and physical. Do not just tell him your admiration: show it to him! Bow, kneel, grovel. Worship. His feet, his hands, his armpits, his muscles and his cock are divine relics to be adored by your lips and your tongue.
4. Loyalty. It is obedience without orders. Do more than he demands of you. His needs and desires are more important than yours. Put him first. Always ask yourselves: what more can I do to make his life better and easier? Learn to know him and anticipate his wishes. His happiness is your life’s main goal.
5. Gratitude. You’re the one who has to be grateful, not him. Simply being in his presence is a privilege. Serving him is a blessing. Remember it. Thank him every time you can: when he takes from you, when he gives to you, when he congrats you, when he punishes you. Never expect praise or gift from him, treat any one you do receive as an undeserved reward from God.
6. Penitence. You’re not perfect. Far from it. Confess to him your failures. Apologize and mean it. And above all: improve. Learn from your mistakes and never repeat them.
I hope you’re proud of your little brother!
I love everything about little Fabien’s list. It really speaks to mindset, which is an overlooked aspect of being a great faggot. It’s something that Fabien exemplifies.
Master Anthony probably fucked the hell out of Fabien after seeing this wonderful gift. After all, it was his great power that freed Fabien and made it possible for Fabien to become the beautiful mentor faggot he is today!
So thank you Master Anthony and Fabien for all you do to inspire others!
The following post is part of a thread following the development of a college football faggot named Ethan who finally found the circumstances to serve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
As soon as Ethan told me he had been invited to apply to serve a black Alpha, my internal alarm went off. Not that I think there’s anything wrong with that – quite the contrary! – but I know black Alphas can be incredibly demanding and rough. I worried this new situation might cause Ethan undue stress.
But Ethan’s new Master, King Karter, is no ordinary black Master.
Yes, he’s demanding … but there is a method to his manipulations.
Here’s Ethan’s description:
Sorry, I didn’t get back to you sooner, because I had to work yesterday morning and had to go to his place to do chores and I will give you more details in a second! Thank you!! I promise I will keep giving you and the readers a lot of updates! I did tell King Karter today, about finding your site again and having my thread, he was a little upset that I did not ok it with him first. He is out to most of his friends but DL with his Family, and he said he “dosn’t want his momma knowing about you fags!” But he was ok with it because he said he would read your site to see my thoughts and how am feeling about being a faggot. He also said it will help other faggots know their place. He said he would go back and visit your new site more often. And he also said I had to follow 2 major rules when I talk to you, First, ” Don’t Fucking embarrass him!” I can’t talk shit or say things that would embarrass him. and 2, I can not give you any personal details. Like where he lives and his name ( He said “since you already posted his name that is fine because his name is common not like other Niggers”) but not his last name or anything else.
I had my first day on Sunday after work. I came over to his place. He texted me that #1 would be there. He was and as soon as I walked him he introduced himself, he’s a pretty chill guy. In his late 30s, I think. I had to put my clothes in a basket near the front door. Each of the baskets had numbers, like #1, and #3. I put it in the empty basket but it didn’t have a number on it (Yet), I think I am still like on probation, like at work.
In the basket, was a cock cage the same one I used in the interview. I was trying to put it on and #1 helped me. He said, he had a trick since I’m uncut, he had a trick to make it easier. He helped me put my balls in the ring. Then he went to the kitchen and got saran wrap. He put it around the dick and foreskin and then put the cage on and then he had me slowly pull the saran wrap out. It pulled my foreskin up and out so my head was still in my foreskin and it was a lot easier and felt better than last time and he did it so quickly. He said with practice I would do it fast too. #1 had one cage on that was like a flat plate on it. I said “Wow, how do you put that one on? and does that saran wrap trick work for those too? He also said he was Cut so he did not have the same problem as me. He said no, it wouldn’t work with his because his has small holes, not big holes like mine. He said mine was called a Cobra, it is a medium size. His was a flat cage. I asked him how long it took him to get that small he said a few years. He was over 8 before starting chastity and now it’s probably about 5. He said he hasn’t measured it hard in a long time. And wears it a lot, 24/7 now. And only takes it out to clean it a few times a week but has not jerked in years. I was shocked!
How much does the average dick get smaller in chastity? I can’t believe his shrunk is almost half its size.
Then we walked around the apartment he showed me where everything was. He asked me if I was any good at cooking. I said I liked to cook, I might be ok. #1 said, “good, 3 was terrible at it, and it will help me too.” He said he would show him eventually what to make for King. Then we got to work in the bedroom. We made the bed and cleaned the room. He told me about himself. How he was owned by 2 other alphas before, the first one, when he was a lot younger, like my age. The Alpha was a lot older, a white guy. but he wanted to retire and move to Florida. So he sold #1 to his second Alpha, Straight Alpha. I was in shock again! I asked him, “He sold you like property?” 1 said, “yes. But, if I didn’t want to go I guess I wouldn’t have.” But he said, “He felt it would be dishonoring his first alpha and he really liked him and taught him so much.” After, he was bought by the straight alpha, who served him for about 5 years. He got married and wanted to start a family and let 1 go. He found King, on Grinder, and at first it was just a sexual like top / bottom thing. Then after a while, he would come and pick up after King. Cook for him and showed him how he should be treated. He said, “At first when I was getting fucked by King, King would have me wear jocks, to cover myself.” Then he told King about chastity. King liked the idea, of a faggot willing to lock up his dick and devote all his sexual pleasure to his King (Alpha). That is why we all wear them now. And, even in Jocks we can get hard. and in cadges, we can not! I also told him about my past, and about writing to you. He said he would often read your site a lot before, He also didn’t know about the New one. He said he remembers reading my old post. He said he remembers it because he identified with it. He also played sports in High School, not Football, Baseball mostly and soccer. (this was before I knew about the thread)
He then showed me the bathroom. I had to clean the tub, toilet, and floor, put in the new towels and new toilet paper, and wipe it all down with Clorox wipes. It didn’t take too long and was not hard at all. I guess they clean it once / twice a week. So, it was not very dirty to begin with. I also had to put new toilet paper on if it was more than 3/4 empty, which it was. #1 came in to inspect, He said I did an overall good job, but he wiped around the bowl and behind. He said I have to look for the small details because He will see them. I told him thanks, and I went to the kitchen to finish helping him with meal prep. He does all of the cooking because 3 can’t cook worth-shit. Oh, I said he (#3) said he knows it! King eat something he cooked once and got sick, and King said he had other skills. Later, when I was talking to 3, he agreed, he hated cooking and sucked at it. And doesn’t want to make King sick again.
1 told me if I can cook pretty well, I can help him meal prep for a King for the week, and help cook his dinners. I asked 1, if he liked having other faggots around. I thought he would be like jealous or something, or would not want to share in the work or credit. 1 told me that “He is not a jealous Bitch, and neither should any faggot. The more faggots a king can have, the more power he has. The more happier he becomes. And that should make us all happy. I (him) should never be jealous if 3 gets fucked more or if I cook more or if You (me) might do a better job with cleaning, or get a lot more dates. We all work to serve. It don’t matter what chores or things we need to do, just that we are doing what is told of us, doing our best to serve, that is what we strive for.” It was like talking to you haha!! After we were done cooking, and packing the meals we talked a bit more, his phone got a text and he said King was about to come up, he was parking now. He told me how to kneel by the door and always look at the floor, as King came in. He petted us on our heads, and we always had to look down at the floor so I didn’t see him (or his face) at first he petted us like dogs and came in and sat down on the couch, we came over and he wanted a progress report, 1 told him everything we did. He said good and went to inspect the bathroom and bedroom. He said I did a pretty good job. I was like in Mile High! I had to hold in my smile. I was also getting hard in my cadge too. Just him in the room made me hard, and his voice. All I could think about was the last time, and I could smell him again too! 🙂
He came back and pulled off his shirt and pants. Pulled out his huge cock. This thing is Huge like 9-10″ Long (soft) and like 4″ Thick (Soft)! I was a little scared if I would be able to take it in my mouth and throat, much less my Cunt! He asked me if I was still doing my Homework. I said Yes, I have been trying to do it every day. He said that’s okay but I should now watch them 2 times a day if I can get the time, and find other trainers to watch. He said he understood it might be hard for me to do it at the dorm. So I can also do it here too if I am done with my chores. He petted me again on the head and rubbed his fingers in my hair. He also said I have to shave my face he doesn’t want me to have a full beard anymore. He said I could keep a little stumble or be fully clean shaven but not like I have it. I said Ok. He also said I had to trim my body hair too. I can keep most of it but I had to shave it down to no more than a few CMs, that included my pubs. But my pussy had to be clean, I said yes but I have never shaved back there, so I didn’t know how to. He said 1 and 3 would help me do it or help me wax it. I don’t have to be full body Waxed like 3, his whole body is supper smooth, but it needs to be shorter. I said I would be happy to clean it up for him.
Then he started just waving his cock, and asked me if I wanted to suck it. I said, “Yes please!” He pulled out 2 bottles of poppers. Gave me one and 1 the other. He told me to sniff it when he said, Hit! So I did and so did 1, at the same time. He then began by slapping 1 in the face a few times with his cock and hands, and then proceeded to fuck his throat so hard! King would slap him a few more times on his face and the back of his head and then make us both hit at the same time and then fuck his mouth, then make us hit. He would also hit 1 in the back of the head a few more times. My heart was racing. I wanted so, sooo badly to be in 1s place. All the time King and 1 would look at me and King would smile. He would make me say, “I was a faggot, I want to suck that N*ger cock,” over and over again. He would have 1 say that I (me) was a faggot, a white Jack of spades, that all I want to do is to suck Big Black Cock while they both looked at me with King’s Dick in his mouth. King would shove his dick down so deep in 1’s throat it would budge and 1’s eyes would water and his nose would be in Kings Pubs. And then 1 would pull off, sucking in air and almost puking. And then he would make us both hit poppers. Like you described Rutting, this was like that, but in 1’s throat! I have sucked quite a few dicks but nothing was ever this rough. My mouth was drooling all over the place!
After he got a bit rougher, the whole time he and 1 were staring at me, he shouted he was going to cum in 1’s pussy mouth. He made us hit poppers again, then pulled 1’s mouth in and down to his pubs. For what felt like a whole minute 1 wasn’t even struggling, I had no clue how he didn’t. Then King came so hard, hitting 1 in the back of his head a few times with his fist, and pulled out and shot the other half on 1’s face! After he was able to calm down for a sec, I realized I had not sucked him yet! I wasn’t even thinking about it until he was finishing off on 1’s face. Then I felt disappointed again. I was So hard in my cadge I could feel my fag dick pressing into my insides again. He looked at me and asked if I wanted this, and he scooped up two fingers of his seed off 1’s face. And walked over to me, my mouth was open and I said,” Yes Please! Yes, Please King can I have your Alpha seed!! Please!” He smiled, “You did go today. #5!” He put it under my nose to make me smell it, and pulled away a bit when I went to go lick it. “Wait,” He said. “You want to be my Faggot? You want to be in my Kingdom, and servue The Black Kingdom?” I said, “Yes, please!” I sounded more like a begging dog at this point. He said, “Good! Your no longer Ethan, He is dead now, from now on if you walk in to this house, If you go on Dates, You are Number 5, Your old life is over, you are a faggot now, Drink my Black Seed, Faggot #5.” He then shoved his fingers in my mouth and down my throat. His seed tasted so good. I had tasted cum before. But this tasted stronger somehow, like it was a much stranger taste and more potent. He shoved his fingers down my throat and I gagged some. Then he smeared his fingers all over my face.
He gave me a few not-so-hard slaps on the face and said, “Good Faggot!” I almost shot in my cadge if that is possible, and felt like I was jumping up and down. He told me 3 will send you 1’s contact information and 1 will contact you about what times I can come and work. Also, how much money I will be contributing from my paycheck? King said he would consider my living expenses as well as my schooling. King said he wanted me to do well in school. So I can make a lot of money for him after I get out. I am going to study to be a financial adviser after my Gen Ed is done.
He then said to get dressed and get out. I said, “Yes Sir, Thank you for letting me serve you today sir!” He smiled and petted me on the head again like a dog, I was so happy as to what he said. It didn’t occur to me until I was driving home that I still hadn’t sucked him yet!!!!
Huh… Sam, How long is this does this denial part take to end? I know you said it is a good way to train faggots, but how long does it last??? How long will I have to wait? It is soo Hard and I feel like it is driving me so crazy!!! I read in one of your other threads (I forgot who it was) that it took a few weeks for the faggot to be Cunted, How long does the denial time usually take? It is so hard waiting especially since it is right in front of me. And I can actually taste it (his seed) in my mouth.
This is a pretty astounding introduction! If I were Ethan, I’d be vibrating with excitement and a bit a terror!
I love hearing about the different ways Alphas control and organize their stable of faggots. King Karter is highly organized, and his number system for naming his fags is efficient and dehumanizing. His program for initiating his faggots reminds me very much of how legendary FWA Alphas Master Nick and Master Matt approached the process, with scent training and domestic chores coming first before accepting the faggot into the fold for feeding/breeding. It’s an outstanding way to focus the faggot, not on the reward of cock/cum, but the privilege of service an exclusive God Alpha like King Karter.
The fag mentorship and cooperation was also inspiring. I love when fags do what fag #1 did with Ethan, helping him to put on his new chastity cage with a handy trick I’ve heard about but have never tried nor seen done. It’s such a blessing for a Master when his faggots cooperate in order to keep a house focused and organized.
The most intriguing detail in Ethan’s account is the mention of buying/selling faggots between King Karter and his Alpha brothers. King Karter is part of BNWO (Black New World Order), a secretive cabal of black Alphas across the country who are organized and whose charter is focused on the systematic overtaking of the white race through the subjugation and faggotization of white males. I’ve been approached a couple of times recently about becoming part of it, which tells me it’s growing in strength and power. It’s my wish to be able to interview one of the black Alphas involved in it on the podcast. I’m still mulling over my involvement personally … it could happen.
My little brother Ethan has an extraordinary opportunity to become the property of a truly powerful God Alpha, a Man whose power comes from within and much as it does from his genetically-superior body. I hope Ethan can be patient and focus on serving King Karter’s needs! This is the time (pre-sex) when faggots either succeed or fail. Hopefully he makes it through initiation!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’m always fascinated by Alphas who embrace their Alphahood very young (like in the 11-15-year-old range). It certainly tracks with my belief that Alphas are born that way. However, the insecurities that plague all adolescents seem to be missing from these Alphas. It’s almost as if they emerged from the womb already understanding that they’re different than others … superior. By the time their superior bodies start puberty, they seem to be ready for it, eager for it, like prize-winning racehorses agitated in the starting gate. There’s no awkwardness, no hesitation. Only an anticipation of even greater glory to come.
They’re like princes eager to receive their inheritance and become Kings.
Alpha Lucas certainly fits that description. His wonderful mother Sophie recognized her son is different from other boys his age, and when I found out that he was subjugating other boys and forcing them to worship his feet, I recognized it, too!
Alpha Lucas has been in constant communication with the glorious Master Dean, and he has been mentoring Alpha Lucas on faggot ownership and how best to lead inferiors. It’s quite clear that Alpha Lucas is a quick learner, too. Here’s a letter Alpha Lucas sent to Master Dean, which he also sent to me to update me on his progress:
I wanted to give You some news! Things are still going great for Me! I must say My Mother is quite reassured. I’m developing My power without it interfering with other aspects of My life!
Over the past few weeks, I’ve often spent several days with My servants (I have a dozen now!), one in turn, to deepen their submission. And I really love training them to worship My feet! I’ve instituted a ritual with each of them: when I sit on the sofa and put my feet on the coffee table, they must remove My shoes and socks only with their teeth, then kiss and lick My feet. When I sleep at their place, I obviously take their bed, and they sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. I give them My socks to sleep with, so they can kiss them and inhale My scents during the night.
Also, something pretty crazy happened to Me! Some time ago, I gave a beating to a guy in My class who was getting on My nerves. The whiner went to complain to his big brother. So that dude came up to Me after class. He’s a pretty muscular, manly-looking guy. I thought I was going to have to fight him off and get My ass kicked, but I stood up to him proudly and explained why I’d knocked his little brother to the ground. Then the guy grinned and said, “You’re a real Alpha, aren’t You? Don’t worry, I’ll tell my brother to show you some respect.” The next day, the little brother came to see me, head down, and he begged Me to forgive him, told me that his big brother had scolded him and told him to start submitting to his betters instead of complaining behind their backs, and that from now on he would be obedient and respectful with Me.
Later, I saw the big brother again, looking all joyful, and he asked Me if he could do something for Me, said I could call him if I wanted anything. I invited him home once, and he cooked for Me and massaged My feet while I watched TV. The guy’s almost 18! And he recognizes My superiority! He likes to obey Me! That’s just great! Damn, I love it! I think he’s going to be My favorite inferior!
Breathtaking!
First and foremost, it’s not proper for me to refer to Lucas simply as an Alpha … because he’s now a MASTER and OWNER of a dozen faggots! That’s a huge stable of faggots at just 15 years old!
But even more impressive (and significant) was his encounter with the two brothers. Between the two brothers there is a natural age-based hierarchy, with the 18-year-old brother acting as the “Alpha”. But when they dared to confront a natural Alpha like Master Lucas, they were both forced (by nature itself) into submitting to him!
Master Lucas has been claiming the status of God Alpha for a little while now, but I was hesitant to admit that about him because of his youth. But now that lower-level Alphas are submitting to him, it might be fitting to start that conversation! His status as a God Alpha will be further clarified as he builds out an Alpha Pack and leads it, but I do think Master Lucas is very likely a God Alpha in the making!
I feel so blessed to be able to chronicle Master Lucas’s ascension! His power, intellect, intuition, and ambition is enthralling to witness!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a faggot named Matt who is owned by an intense 35-year-old Alpha named Master Connor. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I first met my brother Matt and the learned of the brutality of his new Master Connor, I warned against continuing to serve him because I feared something bad might happen to Matt. And while the jury is still out on that eventuality, I’m delighted to be able to say that my initial feeling about Master Connor was dead wrong.
He’s not a Destroyer Alpha in the traditional sense, He’s a Destroyer Alpha the way a controlled explosion effectively tears down useless structures.
Matt shared a lengthy recent experience so profoundly thrilling that I’m tempted to break it into a couple of parts. However, I think I’ll keep it all together so you can really ingest and appreciate the full power on display here.
Over text, I let Master Connor know that I expedited the shipping for my new cage and it would arrive before I see him next on Saturday right before his kickboxing lesson. He seems to really be enjoying and benefiting from the sessions! His new underwear arrives later today!
He told me the keys to my current cage are in his locker at the gym. News to me! But I also thought he’d bring them back after his workout. No! He said I’ll need to be there. And that I should arrive to the gym before his session, watch him and then he’d retrieve the keys afterwards.
Wow. What an opportunity to watch him in all his Alpha glory while I wait on the bench with my clit about to be downsized!
He told me not to wear panties because he plans to have me change cages in the locker room. Yikes! I thought he’d at least wait until after we were back to his place. He said to instead wear “some lame excuse for male underwear. Don’t overdo it fag. You’re not a Man. You’re a fucking loser.”
I wasn’t sure what to wear when he said that… I’m so used to being in lacy panties when I show up and he uses me. I only have a couple pair of “regular” underwear but they seem almost too masculine?
So without any filter, I suggested “like tighty whities Sir?”
His response was complete laughter. I’ve never seen so many emojis and “Hahahahaha” reactions in a row. He clearly thought it was entertaining. He finally said “Yeah.” with a devil horns emoji. He also told me to bring a pink skirt I’ve worn before so I’m not sure how that fits into the equation.
Tomorrow will be an interesting day. I’m excited to downsize for him and serve him fully. Yet I don’t know what this new venue and set of directions will entail. Not for my faggot brain to solve!
Either way, I’m sniffing his underwear as I write knowing it will all be for the better and tomorrow will be an incredible day.
When Matt sent me this message, I replied that I was curious about what he was planning with the underwear business. But of course, I’m just a faggot, and I had no way of seeing exactly what astounding things Master Connor had in mind:
Well my mind is blown! You said he may have a purpose with all of his violence and tactics. Not sure if this is it but wow has my dynamic of service to Master Connor changed as of last night! Here is an update to what I shared with below( the day before meeting him this weekend).
I arrived at his gym early so Master Connor would be sure to see me as he walked in. Pure butterflies in my stomach.
When he walked in he slightly nodded at me but continued on to the locker room to get his equipment.
He was chatting it up with the other Men there and the trainer started giving them some warm up exercises to do. I was so mesmerized by Master. He was confident, intense and focused. Soon the smell of sweat and testosterone filled the air. The sounds of the bags being kicked and punched, the primal grunts, the sound of feet quickly shuffling on the hardwood floor.
I’m sure my mouth was just gaping open the entire time as I watched on in an almost hypnotic like trance.
During a break, he came over and simply said “go get me some water and a towel faggot.” It wasn’t loud enough for others to hear but it also wasn’t a whisper. I jumped to my feet and hurriedly got what he demanded. After chugging the water and wiping his face, arms and torso with the towel he threw it toward me and I caught it right as it hit my face. It was magical. I kept trying to discreetly bury my face into it throughout the back half of his workout not knowing if I’d ever get such a pleasure again.
When it came time to end the session, the other Men went to the locker room while Master Connor chatted with the trainer. Eventually he motioned for me to follow him to the locker room. By that time, some of the Men were already heading out. There were probably only one or two still finishing up with one headed to the shower in just his towel. It was such a dream to be in their presence!
After we were alone in the area, Master Connor told me to strip down to my underwear which I did without hesitation. He told me how pathetic I was to be in my tighty whities with my clit caged in a Men’s locker room. He tossed me the keys and told me to turn away and swap the cages. And to hurry up “so none of these guys have to see a faggot be so disgusting in their space.”
It didn’t take long to get the cage unlocked and get the new one out of my bag. But then it happened. My clit began to expand and get slightly chubby – weak but still larger. I was panicking because I knew I needed to hurry up. Master Connor had finished putting away his gear and turned to see me still fidgeting. “What’s taking so long faggot? You forget how to lock that nub away?”
I embarrassingly told him what was happening. He nodded. Told me to pull up my underwear. I did so, not knowing how that would help. Then, without warning, he turned me around and directly kneed me in my fag nuts. Hard. I immediately fell to my knees and gasped. He let me writhe in pain for a few seconds before simply saying “hurry up you stupid slut.” Then I realized that my clit had almost full retracted and so I scrambled in my agony to get the tiny cage secured. Once I did, I thanked him for helping me. It felt weird to impulsively say that – it hurt a bunch and probably wasn’t the only solution but he provided a solution… HIS solution. He just shook his head half smiling like he was just embarrassed for me as a human being and I could understand why. We couldn’t be more different in our places in the hierarchy.
He then grabbed my head and pushed it into his crotch where I stayed inhaling his natural power for a minute. He said he needed to piss and I followed him to a stall still just in my underwear. He quickly sat down and pulled his thick dick out and let his stream go right into my open mouth and down my willing throat. Before long he was face fucking me and I tried not to verbally gag too much knowing there was still one Man just finishing his shower nearby. Instead of cumming down my throat, he painted my face with a very thick, large load. He left the stall and told me to stay. There I was, nearly naked in the smallest cage possible and covered in his Alpha seed with piss and dick on my faggot breath. I’m sure I was quite the sight to see.
He came back a few minutes later with my bag. Told me to get dressed but to leave his load on my face. We left the gym and only the trainer was still there but on the far side of the space – just waving to Master Connor from a distance as we left. I was feeling both anxious to be in public wearing such an obvious cumshot on my face but also proud and calm as I walked a few steps behind the Alpha that had given me this incredible gift. HIS gift.
As we made it to his place, he told me to get properly dressed – which I assume meant putting on the short pink skirt. When I opened my bag I noticed my old cage wasn’t there. Did he keep it? Did he throw it away? No time to think about it and I wouldn’t dare ask. I suppose that older, larger cage is in my past anyway. So I move on, pulling up the skirt over my underwear and taking off the rest of my clothes. I start preparing dinner while he’s on his phone as I’m not sure what to do next. I then feel a very firm slap to my ass and I could feel his breath on my ear. I think dinner was about to wait.
I don’t remember verbatim but he said something like: “Such a dirty slut. Prancing around my house just asking for it and already wearing a load on your face. What a fucking whore you’ve become.”
This was new! I didn’t know what was happening. Was it role play? How should I respond?
He was cupping my ass and I whimpered saying “I’m your slut Sir.”
Another hard smack to my ass. Then I heard it for the first time: “Good girl.”
My head was spinning. I’d always been willing to feminize myself to some extent – I mean, I’m definitely not a Man – but really only to further myself from the concept of masculinity. So panties or the like. Now my Alpha was telling me I was a “good girl”?!
Before I could think much more about it, he let loose a barrage of slaps to my ass and then yanked down the back of my underwear. I heard him spit on his dick and then it was buried inside me almost instantly. I was leaning over the counter as he took me hard, fast and without any consideration for my pussy. His finger fish-hooked my open mouth as I blubbered gibberish during his assault on my cunt. The way he pulled on my mouth made my head turn back enough towards him that I watched as he methodically and powerfully drove his dick deep into my guts.
He was completely lost in his rut. I was a hole and he was fucking it relentlessly. A Man on a mission. Then as I could feel him get closer, the affirmation-based questions started as his fingers were still deep in my mouth.
“Who is my dirty little slut?”
I am Sir
“Who owns you?”
You do Sir
“What are you?”
I’m a faggot Sir. Your faggot Sir.
“Good girl.”
Then a few more thrusts and his load was coating my insides. He stayed inside my battered, swollen hole for a moment. I tried to gain my composure but I was still trembling from the breeding. He finally pulled out and I dropped to my knees to clean his incredible cock.
He eventually pulled me off his dick and pulled me up and my underwear up too. He took off his shirt and told me to order dinner for both of us and join him on the couch. He wanted me to stay?! To eat together?!
I cuddled up next to him as he watched TV and scrolled on his phone. Occasionally grazing my head across his still sweaty chest. Then I did something I’ve never really done before with him. But this was a day of firsts! I began to kiss his chest and his arms. Only a little at first. I looked up at him and he was staring back. He didn’t say anything which I felt gave me permission to continue. So I did and then I got bolder. Nuzzling my face into his pits and licking around his chest. In that moment I felt his fingers go down the back of my skirt and underwear and find my very-tender pussy. He pushed in and I groaned into his pit. It hurt but it was so amazing I didn’t care.
Soon his fingers were deep in my mouth as he fed me part of the load he’d just shot into my cunt. I was in a state of pure ecstasy.
Around that time the food arrived and luckily they left it at the door – I couldn’t imagine someone seeing me in my current state. Not much was said as we ate and he mostly watched TV. I just kept staring at him with absolute lust and admiration. As I put away the dishes and cleaned up, I started to grab my bag assuming he was ready for me to leave.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He said from the couch. “Did I say you could leave faggot? You got somewhere more important to be?”
I quickly put down the bag and said “No Sir. Sorry Sir, I just didn’t want to be in your way.” He had already shot two loads today (at least) and finished dinner. I assumed he was done with me. Not the case!
He had me get the shower started and then got in. I just watched from a distance. What an incredible Man. Every aspect of him was pure power and superiority. He had me dry him off and then he fell onto the bed. I stood there for a moment unsure of what to do.
“If you’re going to stay the night, you better get to work on my feet because they are sore from all of this kickboxing. That’s on you faggot.”
Stay the night?! I was speechless. I must have waited too long because he snapped.
“Jesus. Nevermind. Just get the fuck out you stupid bitch.”
I immediately came back to reality and within no time I was massaging and worshiping his feet with passion that I didn’t know I had. Occasionally saying “thank you Sir”. And, after a few minutes, eventually hearing back “good girl.”
I know this has been a long update so I’ll give you the second (shorter part) very soon! Spoiler: I did stay the night and was of service this morning. I’m just now trying to fully work through all that has happened in the past 24 hours and I’m set to see Master Connor again following his session Tuesday. Praying that my pussy will be recovered enough by then to take another round of assault.
I don’t know where this is all headed but I’m constantly surprised by the journey and just how much more obsessed I can become in my faggot servitude to such a deserving and strong Alpha Man.
I cannot really even process this experience! I almost feel like I was also taken and bred by Master Connor through my brother Matt!
Master Connor’s manipulation of Matt in the locker room is a master class in keeping a faggot off-balance and begging for more. Matt is already starving for every aspect of Master Connor’s body and mind, but training like this significantly ramps up that desperation.
Even more dramatic was the bathroom stall mouth fuck and facial! Dumping a massive load on Matt’s face and then forcing him to walk through that gym with it plainly visible to everyone is HUGE! You can actually hear the effect in Matt’s words. He’s delirious and deliriously fulfilled!
I don’t know what kind of experience Master Connor has had in his life as an owner of faggots, but it’s pretty clear he knows exactly what he’s doing. Yes, he’s aggressive, but it’s used in targeted ways that forces Matt into perpetual subspace.
I’m looking forward to finding out what happened the next morning!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s a beautiful thing to see a true Alpha Master sculpt a faggot into whatever he needs. It’s almost like a composer writing a symphony and then leading an orchestra to perform it. Real Masters know how to manipulate the minds and hearts of their faggots so the faggot can reach peak performance.
Master Steve is absolutely a mindfucker extraordinaire.
His faggot Mike wrote to me to update me about the latest adjustment in Master Steve’s training.
What an interesting few months this has been and honestly life changing and almost freeing.
I feel like I am becoming so comfortable with finally letting my guard down, release my old ways and simple Master Steve guide me.
I am now staying locked about 20 days a month, still a bit hesitant going to gym and being exposed with chastity. Steve had me drink his and his black friends piss at the gym one afternoon. It was so rewarding and strange at same time to hear Kevin tell Steve thanks for letting me use your faggot.
I think in some ways even my family almost knows, they adore Steve, they seem to ask Steve’s permission before mine now. Steve had me bake a cake, he took it to my mom and said he had made it for her. She called me later and said she was happy I had such a good man like Steve.
I have learned that if I am not locked, he doesn’t want to fuck me or let me drink his piss. So I now stay locked without him asking, because I need his dick and piss I have learned.
The other day a package came. It was 3 different size butt plugs and some device, later finding out it was a piss gag. He just told me, I would be learning a few new things come up. I over heard him on phone telling a friend, that he was going to begin having me learn to wear plugs throughout the day. I heard him laughing saying he’s gonna really have fun showing off cage and plug at gym. And not really sure what his plans are for the piss gag.
Butt plugs and a piss gag, eh? Something’s afoot!
But it’s becoming clear that Master Steve is truly claiming Mike as his personal property. Mind you, he’s shared Mike with other Alphas to this point. But listen to the following update:
I’m am becoming more appreciative of how the chastity has helped me and I do think everything he has done has only been to help reset and retrain me to be the faggot he needs me to
It’s interesting how he continues to fine tune things. One night we had a long conversation about limits things I like things I don’t like he asked me several pointed questions. I guess to see how comfortable I was with different scenarios. We both set some hard limits what’s interesting he even allowed me to set some for him. He talked a lot about this being a positive experience for both of us and making him a better man (he never refers to himself as an Alpha or Master, Which I find interesting) and me a better faggot.
I had asked him the question why was it so important for me to get off the apps when he still occasionally has me Service other guys. He kinda Laughed and then proceeded to ask me a question. He asked me was it more important for me to please myself or to please him. I said well, of course to please you. He said exactly he said when I was on the apps, I was only pleasing myself and pleasing other guys focusing on their needs and not on his. He said when he’s asking me to service a guy he said he gets pleasure out of it or It’s to serve a purpose for him.
A few weeks after that conversation, we were out one night and one of my old friends with benefits, came and put his arm around me and asked me when Was not gonna let him fuck me again. Steve over heard this, and proceeded to tell him “look buddy first of all get your hands off of him second of all you’re never going to fuck him again.”
You can almost feel the tension of this encounter between Master Steve and this other guy! It was Master Steve’s Protector Alpha side roaring to the forefront! It must’ve been thrilling for Mike to have this powerful Alpha defending him!
Mike related another little detail that caused my little fag heart to skip a beat:
By the way, I was very shocked that you actually did a podcast, including me and my master Steve in it…. I believe it was podcast 266 trust your master. I actually let Steve listen to it, and he Was smiling and nodding his head During most of it. At the end, he said good advice, He said maybe I needed message Sam that faggot. Share my thoughts on why I’m doing this as well.
I love when Masters find out that I’m out here coaching their faggots and praising them publicly! It gives me a little anxiety, I’ll admit, because I want to represent these great Men in a properly-respectful way. I’m so glad I received Master Steve’s seal of approval!
