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!
One of the best fag students I’ve had over the 11+ years I’ve had this site is little Fabien, the French faggot who is now owned completely by his straight God Alpha, Master Anthony. From the very first time Fabien asked me for advice, he has been humble, brave, hardworking, honest, and dedicated.
Because of Fabien’s worshipful efforts, Master Anthony has increased in power exponentially and multiple other Alphas and faggots have come to know their purposes. Fabien is now one of the world’s premier mentor faggots, and I’m exceptionally proud of him!
Fabien sent me this beautiful meditation on what being a faggot means to him. I want to share it with everyone.
Here:
I took the opportunity to listen to a few of your podcasts, and I have to tell you how much I enjoyed the one on jealousy. It’s full of very important truths! As you say, I never take anything from my Master for granted and that’s absolutly crucial! Having the right mindset is so important for a faggot and that’s something I teach to all the brothers I have the privilege to mentor.
We faggots must always remember that we are not special, we are disposable. The Alphas owe us nothing and we owe them everything. We must earn the privilege to serve them domestically or sexually and we must earn their appreciation if they ever feel like expressing it to us. Even just being in their presence is a privilege! As you say, Alphas will always have their ways: that’s their birthright and that’s how the word works. We have nothing to offer them but our complete devotion and obedience.
And I know it’s natural to feel even a little bit of jealousy and I won’t pretend it never happens to me. But every single time, I immediately suppress that feeling by focusing only on what matters: Anthony’s happiness, comfort and pleasure. And what else matters? Other Alphas’ happiness, comfort and pleasure. That’s it. Nothing else matters nearly as much. They are Kings, we are slaves. They have rights over us, we have duties towards them. Period.
I’ll never thank you enough for opening my eyes to the truth of Hierarchy! I’m thrilled to follow your lead and spread this truth around me.
Lots of love,
fab the fag
It’s impossible to add or subtract a single thing in this letter. It is perfect, and summarizes the correct mental outlook for any faggot who wants to find fulfillment.
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Maybe once a generation a God Alpha appears who seems to not only overcome all challengers and obstacles, but who also alters our perception of reality and possibilities. This one effortlessly controls others as easily as a child plays with toys, and all of creation seems to bow to his will.
In the series DUNE, this one is called the “Kwisatz Haderach”, or universal super-being.
In our world today, he is called Master Anthony.
Ever since I first started featuring him on the site, there has been a growing contingent of my readers who have become obsessed with him. For Master Anthony, this is nothing new. Everywhere he goes people cater to him, submit to him, and serve his whims.
After I published yesterday’s update from Fabien, I received the following question:
“Could you ask Master Anthony if he still owns or uses Daniel his teacher?”
I felt a bit embarrassed that I’d forgotten about Daniel, so I asked Master Anthony. Here was his reply:
Good faggot! Yeah of course Daniel is still a slave of my stable! I gave him a break for the summer and I’m no longer his student now, but he begged me to keep using him after that! LOL I’ll check with him to see if he’s being compliant and obedient with the Alpha students he’ll have in his classes next year. Over time, I’ll see if I still require his services or if I’ll just leave him to the next generations of Alphas who will attend the university with him.
Taking a quick look at your site, it seems like Fabien didn’t tell you when Daniel begged me to fuck him in the ass? My boy forgot his homework! I’m going to have to punish him hard!
I thought that was an excellent answer by Master Anthony, but I wondered what he meant about a missing story regarding Daniel.
And wouldn’t you know, a couple of hours later I received an update from Fabien:
My beloved big brother, please forgive me again! It was back in May, I had even drafted an email to send you to tell you the new, but then I got caught up in other things and it slipped my mind…
One Saturday night, during an Alpha Pack party at the apartment with several slaves, Daniel was there to pour drinks and serve as a footrest. The Alphas raped several of us, and Anthony did me the honor of ass-fucking in front of his bros. Even though my master’s boot was pressing down on my head while he shoved his big cock deep into my ass, I could still see that Daniel was mesmerized. He was practically drooling!
The next Monday, after Daniel’s class, Anthony had throat-fucked him in his office and left him covered in cum, then went to hang out with his friends. Daniel texted me, and we exchanged several messages. Here’s a translation of them:
“Fabien, I have to tell you something. Ever since Saturday night, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I dream about Anthony taking me from behind, but at the same time, it scares me. Do you think I should talk to him about it?”
“YES! Tell him! No, better: BEG HIM to ass-fuck you! Believe me, brother, he will be thrilled and he will accept. You will reach new peak of slave happiness!”
“I fear it hurts…”
“Of course it will hurt. A lot. But what is more important? Your comfort or Anthony’s pleasure? You already know the right answer.”
After a moment without a reply, I sent him one last message. “You are a natural slave. You know it. Remember your place! Do your duty! I know you will make me proud, brother.”
I let Daniel mull it over. The next evening, while I was worshiping Anthony’s feet as he relaxed watching TV, Daniel came over to the apartment. He rushed over and knelt before the Master and mumbled “Master, forgive me to bother you, but I need to ask you a big favor. You have done me the honor of enslaving me and showing me my true nature. Would you be willing to sodomize me, Master? I beg you with all my inferior heart.” Then he fervently kissed Anthony’s feet. Anthony beamed and roared. He said “How far have you come, slave? Here you are, crawling at my feet, begging me to take your anal virginity. Boy, go get some lube!”
I rushed to obey as Anthony pulled out his cock. He grabbed Daniel roughly, threw him onto the couch, and pulled down his pants. I assisted my Master in sliding his wonderful cock into his teacher’s hole. Anthony didn’t go easy on him; I could see Daniel moaning in pain and shedding tears. I stayed close to him (Anthony was holding me down on the ground with his boot, too) and whispered words of encouragement to my brother, advising him to kiss his pendant engraved with Anthony’s name. I was very proud of him: after that, he thanked Anthony very emphatically!
Since that day, during parties with other Alpha students, Daniel has been fucked in the ass and spit-roasted several times. If you could have seen his eyes… You could tell just how much of his ego, every last shred of his masculinity, had vanished. All that remained was the realization that he had finally found his place as a slave and sex toy to his own students.
Here’s the story, my beloved bg brother! I hope it pleases you! Sorry for taking so long to share it with you!
Lots of love!
fab the fag
Now THAT is one hell of an update!
I love this update not only because it shows how methodically Master Anthony submitted and trained Daniel, but also because the story highlights Master Anthony’s overwhelming power to force others (including Alphas) to obey him!
God Alphahood fits Master Anthony like a superhero suit!
Flush with power because of Fabien’s adoring update, Master Anthony finished with this flourish:
Here you are, faggot, you have it! You can see why daniel is so desperate for me to keep him as a slave, hey? I’m sure you faggots are forever in love with the Alpha who ass-fucked first haha!
Bye, faggot!
And then Master Anthony added a message in French for Fabien:
Voilà un bon garçon obéissant ! Tu es pardonné, va ! Je suis un Maître miséricordieux. Mais je vais peut-être quand même te fesser, juste pour le fun !
Translated:
There’s a good, obedient boy! You’re forgiven—go on! I am a merciful Master. But I might spank you anyway, just for fun!
Fabien is the luckiest faggot on the planet to be owned and used by Master Anthony! He is the perfect faggot for a most perfect King!
Thank you to both my Master Anthony and my brother Fabien for this!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been an excruciatingly long time since I last heard from my faithful brother Fabien, the French faggot owned by straight, Tom Holland-lookalike Master Anthony (last update was APRIL!). However, I knew two things: (1) serving a straight God Alpha like Master Anthony will keep any faggot busy, and (2) Fabien was planning another wondrous, months-long summer break for his Master and his Alpha pack! I certainly didn’t want to interrupt any of that!
But you can imagine my joy when I opened my email last night to find a letter from my brother! Just listen to how Fabien starts it off:
My beloved big brother!
I am so so so sorry! As I was cleaning out my emails, I realized I failed to reply to your last email before summer! Brother, I beg your forgiveness on my knees! I’m an unworthy, ungrateful little brother!
Such a little drama queen! LOL! That’s okay, though! A little groveling is good for us fags!
But here’s Fabien’s fabulous update:
This summer is AMAZING, and I’ve been super busy! We spent a good part of August in Spain, where we got to see a total solar eclipse. I can tell you that Anthony was very pleased with me. When he heard about the event, he told me to do everything necessary so he could see it. He then discovered that I’d already had everything planned for weeks just in case: a vacation there for him and his Alpha brothers and their own slaves, and special glasses for the Masters to watch the eclipse… He was over the moon! He fucked me in the ass all evening and let me sleep next to him, with my head near his cock. I love it when my Master is this happy with me! I’m so thrilled! On the day of the event, Anthony allowed me to watch the eclipse and lent me his glasses for a few minutes, while the other slaves had to remain on the ground at their masters’ feet and worship them for the entire time. They were only able to look during the total phase of the eclipse. That’s only natural: Alphas have privileges! After all they’re the sunshine in our lives and they light up our days all the time!
Before that, in July, we visited several beaches and vacation resorts in North Africa. It was a smaller group, with just Henri and his slave Clément. The four of us had a wonderful time together. Clément and I are now in complete symbiosis in serving our two Masters, just as they are with each other. We love to watch their manly friendship and being their servants and playthings when they’re enjoying themselves together. We massaged and licked their feet several times while they were sunbathing side by side by the pool in public! Some of the other tourists were surprised, but it became a habit, and we were thrilled to reveal the truth of Hierarchy! I can tell you that some beautiful young girls were turned on by the sight and ended up in the masters’ beds… I have to say, I love seeing this wonderful brotherhood between my Master and his best mate Henri. And I admit I feel a twinge of pride at all the little signs that show Anthony is the leader and Henri is one level below him in the hierarchy. He always gets first dibs on choices (girls, activities…), and even though they often have moments of rivalry (in physical challenges, games…), Anthony always wins, and Henri clearly respects his superiority. But of course, that doesn’t change the fact that Henri is light-years aove me in the Hierarchy and that I happily grovel at his feet!
Also, this summer was a lot of fun for Anthony at the movies, with two films starring Tom Holland! My Master jokingly asked me if I would leave him to serve Tom if I had the chance; I replied that I already had a God who welcomed me at his feet, and that this privilege was more than enough for one inferior. To me, Anthony is already Spider-Man, Telemachus, and all the heroes, kings, and gods of history!
Anthony and I are going to spend the rest of August in a villa by the sea with an older cousin of his, who’s about my age. My Master told me that his cousin is undoubtedly an Alpha, but has no experience owning slaves. I wonder how that’s going to turn out!
I apologize again and again for taking so long to reply to you! I’m often overwhelmed and exhausted, though I’m very happy to devote my life to making my beloved Master Anthony’s life even better. But I should never forget that I owe it all to you for opening my eyes to my true nature and my destiny as a faggot. I kiss your feet in shame and guilt! And I’ll kiss Anthony’s feet and suck his cock for you!
Lots of love!
fab the fag
Such a wonderful update!
One thing Fabien excels at is preparation and anticipation. He’s always ten steps ahead, planning ways to satisfy his Master’s needs long before his Master knows he needs it! This is not easy, but Fabien makes it seem easy because of his natural talents.
Another thing Fabien is especially good at is keeping his ego and jealousy in check. Many faggots struggle with this (I know I did), but Fabien knows his place and embraces it. In fact, I’d say Fabien enjoys the fact that he’s Master Anthony’s personal slave and plaything. He’s so humble that it makes my heart rejoice!
So I wrote back to Fabien with some of my thoughts, as well as a stern refusal on Fabien’s offer of foot worship. I wanted to know how he was able to afford all of these lavish vacations, as well as how he was handling hearing/warching Master Anthony fuck girls. He replied this way:
Haha! I don’t turn tricks on the side (no time for that!), but it’s true that my finances are tight! Fortunately, I manage to save up during the year, since I no longer treat myself to anything other than pleasing my Master (which is more than enough!) and other slaves of the Alpha pack contribute to the Masters’ lifestyle! Thanks to our combined efforts, we are able to provide them with a living standard that comes a little closer to what they are entitled to.
My Master sometimes does me the honor of letting me be there when he’s fucking girls! Not always, but sometimes I’m kneeling in a corner or at the foot of the bed. Once, I was licking his toes while the girl was riding him. I’d say I find him a little gentler and more considerate with the girls. Mind you, he’s obviously very dominant and expects them to respect and to worship him, to say so and to show it! But you can sense a desire to be a little more romantic and to care at least a little about their own pleasure. Whereas when he fucks me or one of our faggot brothers… Let’s just say we’re not much more than living sex toys! LOL I also get the impression that he growls and roars more when he’s fucking me, whereas he makes moans of pleasure with the girls… But maybe I’m just being overly interpretive!
I will be more than happy to worship Anthony’s feet and cock to make amend to you! Thank you for giving me such a punishment!
Lots of love,
fab the fag
I do wonder if Master Anthony is using these fuck sessions as a training method for Fabien, or if he just likes showing off (might be a combination of both). When used with affection, this method of allowing a fag to watch can be a bonding experience. But when it’s used to retrain a jealous fag, it becomes a more painful Nuclear Method of destroying/rebuilding a fag. Thankfully, there is genuine love between Master Anthony and Fabien!
I told Fabien to kiss Master Anthony’s feet and suck his dick for me if he really wanted to apologize for leaving me hanging.
So it was no surprise when I received something in the mail today:
Hey faggot!
My good boy fab sucked me off and told me it was from you haha! Nice of you to check in! fab told me he gave you the gist of our summer. It was great! We’re going to spend some time soon at a beautiful beach villa with my cousin Arthur. He’s a really cool guy I haven’t seen in two years. I’m pretty sure he’s an Alpha, but I don’t think he’s using faggots, haha we’ll see if he converts!
Bye, faggot!
Master Anthony simply oozes raw God Alpha energy, even in a letter. His power grows daily, and he’s becoming impenetrable and unassailable as a King. It’s such an honor to even know him!
As for Arthur, I have no doubt Master Anthony will convince him of the joys of faggot ownership! Master Anthony is one of the great mentors of lesser Alphas, and they always obey!
I’m so happy to have heard from both of them! Let’s see if I hear back from them again before Christmas! LOL
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
In the history of this site, I’ve covered some Alphas so powerful that they feel dangerous even in writing. These are God Alphas who are less human and more like elemental forces of nature.
Among these, Master Chad reigns supreme.
Master Chad is the straight Alpha son of God Alpha Dino. I was there when Master Dino taught his prolifically-fertile firstborn about the purpose of faggots, and Master Chad responded by breeding fags with as much gusto as he bred females. The humans inhabiting his planet are merely toys with holes for him to fill with his prodigious cumshots.
Today Master Chad lives in his perfect place, leading Hierarchy Island, killing game, and being served by an army of faggots and females while ruling alongside a handful of Alphas. It’s an idyllic existence for sure.
At Master Chad’s feet are 13 biological sons, gathered to him on the island from the various female incubators he’s impregnated. Statistically-speaking, not all of his boys would be Alpha. But what if some of them were actually faggots?
Listen to what Master Chad is discovering:
Sup cockjockey,
Dino mentioned rappin with ya this morning and it got Me thinking. Maybe ya heard about this kind of situation I got on My hands cause even Pop is uncertain how to deal.
For sure 2 of My boys are fags. Gavin and Justin display all the signs but Gavin is different. Tough as an Alpha but definitely not one. For instance, he goes up against any of his brothers but steals My fuckin dirty socks for God knows what. He sneaks around at night to watch Me fuck. I catch him sleeping with My boxers covering his face. I sleep like im dead so who knows if the little fuck is licking My nuts and shit while I’m sawin logs. LMFAO I am his focus. It’s a lot like bunny’s need for Pop growing up so I know I got another bunny in him. But here’s the deal, say c.c. brings Me a beer. Gavin will go get another can, set it beside Me and take the one his mother brought and throw it away. Then the fucker will just beam a smile at Me. Once Cal got My jacket for Me and Gavin punched Him in the nuts and snatched the jacket away and brought it to Me. He’s on Me every second and fights his brothers if they dare to interrupt his playtime with Me. He’ll sneak in bed with Me and c.c. at night and I find him with his face in My crotch or My pit. Little fucker wants his Daddy all to himself and will fight anybody, even adults who try to horn in on his scene. Goddamn faggot, He’s so into Me I already know what’s gonna go down one day, right cumhole? The looks he gives Me sometimes are fuckin pure unadulterated lust. A fuckin 8 year old is slobbering for My cock without even knowing what his feelings mean. All he knows is he wants Daddy’s attention and does his best to outdo everyone else to please Daddy, and to be near Me. Fucker can hold his own against his superior Brother, the Prince. Mommy is the only tough faggot I know of but I don’t know how she balanced all that. I miss her badly. I wish I could talk to her about this shit. She’d know exactly how to handle this. Poor c.c., she understands Gavin’s desires but it still hurts her a bit that the child she loves and raises gets pissed like it’s a competition for Me. She’s managed to make a game of some shit she does for Me by including him and it’s helped. But I still got the rough stuff to deal with. What do I do with a baby faggot in love with Me and willing to fight everybody to capture My sole attention? Fatherhood is, at one and the same time, fun as fuck and harder than My cock after a week of no sex. Pop has told Me how He’d handled bunny but she’s a pussy. Gavin is not.
Well cumhole, what’s your ideas on the subject. Ever met a subservient faggot who could beat ya up? Ever heard of anything like this before? Get back to Me when ya can.
It’s crazy to imagine Master Chad being lusted over by one of his faggot sons. Of course, Gavin is too young to even understand what he’s doing. It’s pure instinct driving Gavin’s actions, a primordial faghood working itself out.
I’m sure most fathers (Alpha or not) would react in horror if their sons acted like this. I know mine did. However, Master Chad is accustomed to his overwhelming presence forcing subs into deep submission to him. Gavin’s actions are less surprising and more about revelation.
This type of situation, one that so often results in broken relationships, can be handled effectively because Master Chad knows hierarchy so well. Hell, he DEFINES hierarchy! This is why I’m so adamant that people learn hierarchical mechanics. It gives insight where was once only fear.
In terms of what to do, I don’t think there really is anything to do. Gavin is too young to know what he’s doing. Scolding him will only confuse him more.
Just let him grow into whatever nature intends. If Gavin truly is a faggot, then there is no better place for him to embrace his purpose!
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!
The last we heard from Ethan, he was preparing to serve King Karter and a bunch of his Alpha BNWO brothers over the Fourth of July holiday in America. When I didn’t hear back from him, I figured he was either in the hospital recovering, or had been split in half and buried in a shallow grave. Let’s face it: black Alphas are not gentle, especially with faggots.
But then I remembered how much King Karter, Ethan’s Owner, cherished his newest faggot. And King Karter would always make sure his favorite toys are well tended and cared for!
But now, more than a month later, Ethan returns to share the wild details of the greatest holiday he’s ever experienced! Buckle up:
Hi Sam,
I am very sorry for not emailing you after the cookout in July. But I have had a lot of dates since then, partially to make up for the time I had to take off for finals and the time I will take off for the first two weeks of school so I can get a schedule down. I also had to submit this email to King Karter 4 times until he finally approved it; he had me edit a lot out that I wanted to tell you.
I will get to what happened at the party first. (I will tell you what I can) First, the party started on Saturday, the 4th of July. #1, and another fag that was owned by another King, and I got there around 10:00. They rented out a large Airbnb with a pool, hot tub, and a BBQ, with a decent-sized bar inside that was part of the kitchen. I manned the bar and set it up while number 1 and the other fag got the food together and started setting up the rest of the house with lube, sex toys, and other items. They started marinating the meats and making the mac and cheese, pasta and potato salads, and a few other foods that were already prepared when the first group of Kings and a few other faggots started arriving. King Karter could not arrive until later in the evening because he had to work, and #3 also had to come later because of his work.
When we arrived, we were told we had to wear either a very small string jockstrap or a lace panty thong. I chose the jockstrap as I don’t really like wearing girly stuff. We had to wear them at all times unless a king pulled them off, but then we had to put them back on after they were done with us. We also still had to stay locked at all times, of course, so I was locked all 4th weekend, and we had to refer to all of the Kings as “Daddy.” A lot of them liked that, so the other Kings said it was a rule. It was a four-bedroom house, and one of the bedrooms had two twin beds where we faggots could sleep or take our break times. Even though we had break times, there were many times when I would be asleep because I was so exhausted, and then I would just wake up with a huge dick in my mouth or one sliding up my hole. We didn’t have time to really sleep because even if we were on our “break time,” we were still used. There were, in all, about 9 Kings that came and went; most stayed most of the weekend. With 6 of us faggots. The group was originally going to leave on Monday the 6th, but they were having such a good time that the King that got the place called the manager and had the stay extended until Wednesday the 8th. I had to go to work on Tuesday and Wednesday, but I would go back there to help in the evening and to help clean up on Wednesday afternoon.
I managed most of the bar, along with serving drinks and food, cleaning up after them, and giving massages, along with any other needs like laundry and anything else they needed. There was a huge walk-in shower in the main Master suite bedroom where, instead of having one degnated urinal fag for a given time like the last party, the Kings wanted to have like a huge piss bukkake times, so they would pick a faggot pull them into the walk-in shower, we would get on our knees and the Kings would all stand around us in like a circle and piss on us like a bukkake just with piss, we would then have to keep our mouth open and try to drink as much of it as we could. If there was only one King that needed to piss, he would ask around and try to get others to join in. They would pull whoever (faggot) they liked or who was the closest. But I noticed some would pull certain faggots more often. After they were all done, the fag would have to lick up the floor as much as he could, and after the kings all left, we could shower and rinse off so we didn’t smell of piss the whole weekend. They originally wanted to do it outside, but some of the Kings were concerned the neighbours might see or hear it and call the cops or the owner of the place.
We also each had to spend time in the Master suite with a huge King Bed, blindfolded for sometimes hours at a time, and let anyone that came in use us. We were not allowed to remove the sleeping mask until our owners came back into the room to tell us our time was up. That part was a little nerve-racking because I could not tell who was coming and going, who was fucking my mouth or ass. Well, I could tell sometimes by their voice and the way they handled me, like King Karter, of course, especially if I had been used by them before on dates, or at the party. For some, it was more difficult. It was harder, because if I could see and know who I was serving, I could do what I knew they liked. But when you’re just there on all fours on a bed and all of a sudden you have a dick in your mouth and just start sucking, it is hard to tell if they like what you are doing, if they like a lot of tongue or more lips, or more spit, if they like me licking their balls a lot, or strokes with my tongue, or long, deep throat. Sometimes they had me close my eyes under the sleeping mask; they would then pull it up, and then they would paint my face with a few loads of cum and put the mask back on. Then when I would open my eyes again under the sleeping mask, the cum would start to run in my eyes and burn my eyes. Also, they would like to get really rough during those times, with a lot of verbal humiliation, like name-calling and slapping. Which I didn’t mind.
But, there was this brand new faggot named Evan. He came with another King. Evan is just a 19y/o twink, dirty/blond, blue-eyed with a tan, tight body, and a huge flirt and fun guy. He had never been exposed to this kind of party before, so I think it kind of freaked him out a bit. After his time in the Master suite, he spent a lot of time in the bathroom; I didn’t notice it until #1 came over to me and asked me to go talk to him because he might need someone to talk to. I wasn’t sure what I could do, but I said Yeah, sure. I knocked on the door and asked if he was good. I could hear he had been crying a bit. And I asked if I could come in. I didn’t know him well; we had just met like a day before. So I felt kind of uncomfortable because I didn’t know what to say. I just asked if he was good and what was wrong. He said he didn’t think this kind of thing was what he was going to do. His King and he had just been fucking for about the last 4 months, and this was the first time he had been with more than one guy at the same time, even though he had been getting fucked since he was 14. I think the time in the Master suite was like an experience he wasn’t ready for; he was a bit scared and intimidated. I didn’t blame him; I was too, and I had been to another party like this before. He knew that he would get fucked by other men before he came, but he didn’t know he would be blindfolded and just used like that. I told him a little bit about my experiences and being shared (I left out the part where the men pay King Karter for it) He was in shook a bit of some of the things I told him, But I also told him it was possibly the greatest experience I have had in my life, that King Karter takes care of me, and watches over me to make sure no one hurts me, has helped me change my life, and helped me fulfill my purpose, the times I get to do chores for him or clean for him and I also get to please not only him but many of his friends, it was worth it, I asked him what he liked the best about surviving his King, Evan said, he obviously loved the sex, he also felt his King made him feel safe and wanted, he loved the force and strength his King had when using him. I told him to focus on those things and not let the other stuff bother him so much, so that he will get used to it soon. Not to freak out and abandon his new King because once he gets used to it, he will probably love everything about it too, like I do. He had a big smile and hugged me after. I think he felt a lot better. I told him if he wanted to talk after the cookout and hang out. Since then, we have hung out a few times, and we have talked on the phone and texted multiple times a week. He has been feeling better about everything. I also told him about your website and Discord. He was shocked because he had never heard of you before and didn’t think this kind of thing was so widespread. He is a cute guy, and I know he will serve many alphas well. I don’t know if he has joined the Discord yet, but he has read many of the stories and figured out which one was mine. He was shocked by the date thing at first, but he said he does not know if he would be able to do it if his King would ask him to. He is still serving him and does not regret any of it anymore, and it has since been shared a few more times, but he is not bothered by it anymore. I think the first time being blindfolded and having random dudes you don’t know use you was a hard intro to being a real faggot.
After King Karter read that part in my previous drafts, he said he was proud of me helping another faggot. He said from what Evan’s King told him, he was sure that we would see Evan again at another party. I think he will still need more time to get used to all of it, but I know he will get used to it.
Anyways, I will wrap it up. Other than the party, I have been going on a lot of other dates to make up for the time I can’t do it during school or when I have finals. I will be starting my last year here. Don’t know if I will stay to get a master’s in business; I think it’s kind of a waste of time. My job is going well, though, and King Karter said he might have big plans for us for next summer if everything goes well this year. But he doesn’t want to spoil the surprise. Now I want to know, but I might have to wait a whole year!
Ok, thanks, Sam! I hope you had a good Summer.
Love,
Ethan #5
As I’ve emphasized many times on this site, there are plenty of Alpha groups across America and around the world that host parties where they share their faggots. Some of these are gay Alphas, but more often they are straight or bisexual Alphas who own fags. Yes, I know it sounds like fantasy (or porn), but it 100% really happens. Alphas like the opportunity to bond sexually with each other, sharing power together, and they know the truest expression of that is by using faggots together. These Alphas like to hold court together and be treated like Emperors.
Or did you think King Karter used the title “King” just for effect?
I’m so proud of Ethan for maintaining his composure and service level throughout the entire extended party, through the mid-sleep rapes, etc. It’s not easy to stay in the moment when you’re constantly being hunted by that many giant black dicks!
Just ask poor Evan!
Again, I am so proud of Ethan for taking on that mentor faggot role in order to comfort his inexperienced brother! I knew Ethan was a mentor fag, and this was his moment to shine! It’s REALLY not easy to try to talk someone down in the middle of a high-stress function like this party, but Ethan did a good job getting Evan to talk and reason out about his purpose. It’s no wonder King Karter singled out that part for praise!
You know, I remember when King Karter first took ownership of Ethan, and how overwhelmed Ethan was by the experience. To see King Karter’s training and care yield such fine fruits is truly wonderful. It glorifies his Master, and demonstrates Ethan’s maturity and value! There aren’t many faggots as impressive as Ethan in the world! I’m glad he’s finding such blissful fulfillment in King Karter’s service!
Thank you, Ethan, for continuing to share your journey! And thank you King Karter for allowing him to share it!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of the enduring legacies I wish for this site is that it teaches as many people as possible the truth about hierarchy, and that the truth they embrace fulfills them in the most important of ways. Of course, this site is mainly about how faggots unlock hierarchical power within straight and gay Men.
However women, although not a direct part of Male hierarchy, are also affected by it. If anything, women of the last 100 years have been actively resisting Male hierarchy in the pursuit of autonomy and equality, and this has led to a breakdown of natural Male/female roles and purposes. What a shame. I’ve preached it forever: if women just accepted their place beneath the natural reign of a Man, they would be so much happier and more fulfilled.
Of course, when I used to write that about women on Tumblr I received death threats.
You might remember Queen Sophie, the extraordinary mother of a young God Alpha named Master Lucas. She’s the one who originally contacted me about how her son owned faggots who were literally worshiping him and serving him.
What was most exciting about her letter was the fact that she didn’t write to me out of fear, but of PRIDE. Here was a woman who understood hierarchy in a primal way. SHE GOT IT. And even though Sophie is a strong woman, she admitted that she yearned to find an Alpha she could honor, love, and worship.
Well, I’m proud to say Queen Sophie has indeed found her King!
On July 20th I received the following message from her:
And maybe by then I’ll have another man in my life, and this one will be a partner and a lover… At least, if things turn out the way I hope they will with Raphael, the man I met through work and have started seeing. I’ll tell you all about it if it comes up, my good sam. For now, let me just say that the man seems to possess all the qualities of a true Alpha… and that he awakens a part of my womanhood that has remained latent for a long time. The part willing to submit to who deserves it.
Anyway, thank you again, sam the faggot. You are a good boy!
So I was pretty excited to hear that there was a new Alpha on the horizon for her. But nothing could prepare for what was to come!
Finally Queen Sophie returned with the following update:
My good boy sam,
Oh my dear! I’m almost shaking with emotion as I’m writing. I definitely need to tell you about my love life! I think it might be of interest for you, as it features a clear Alpha male. I’m sorry if what I’m about to write sounds like a long, sappy romance novel… but I can’t help but put down in writing what I’ve experienced over the past few weeks, leading up to a great moment last weekend!
A while back, my company worked on a joint project with another one. As a team leader, I worked with several colleagues from that other firm during various work meetings. Their own manager was Raphael, the new man in my life.
Raphael is a Black man. He is tall, bald, with a face of amazing virile beauty and a muscular body that shines even through his suit. He exudes charisma, confidence, and a natural authority. To be honest, when first saw him, my womanhood kicked in right away like it hasn’t done in years! Even though I was doing my best to remain professional and look out for the best interests of my company and my team, I was overwhelmed by an instinctive respect and admiration for this man.
That’s why I naturally called him “Sir”, even though the usual practice is to address one another by first names or, at most, “Mr/Mrs Surname”. Right after our first meeting, when we spoke privately afterwards, he said to me: “You can call me Raphael, beauty.” All I could answer was: “Thank you, Sir. I mean, Raphael.”
Our team meetings often turned into a conversation between the two of us, a mixture of verbal sparring and flirting… I made a point of demonstrating my authority and competence, and we’d banter back and forth. I sometimes found it hard to keep my composure in the face of his charming smile…
I remember one time when, after a presentation I thought was flawless, Raphael congratulated me before pointing out a mistake I’d made, in a tone that was at once calm, firm, and seductive. I blushed and stammered “Oh well, yes… Thank you for fact-checking it, Raphael, Sir.” After the meeting, one of his assistants came over to tease me about what had happened, saying that his boss was always spot-on when it came to detecting mistakes. Raphaël overheard us and came to my defense: “Don’t be too cocky, boy. She’s smarter than you’ll ever be. You could be her lapdog.” The assistant left, looking quite sheepish, while I told “Thank you, Sir. Raphael, that is.” He said “You’re welcome, beauty. I meant it.” and I blushed.
Before long, we found ourselves meeting up for drinks after work (and he always refused to let me pay, no matter how much I insisted, so I let him treat me).. We chatted about everything, business, politics, culture… Every time, I was impressed by the depth of his intelligence and his knowledge, combined with his commanding charm. I did my best not to be outdone and to show him my own worth, even though I was completely captivated by his face. His gaze and his smile conveyed a mix of attention, respect, amusement, and something indefinable that gave me butterflies in my stomach.
After our professional partnership ended and we no longer had any reason to see each other at work, Raphael asked me for my personal contact information. “Give me your private number, so I can invite you out for dinner whenever I want to.” I did it while trying to act as nonchalant as I could, even though my heart was pounding in my chest.
And that’s how, last Saturday afternoon, out of nowhere, I received the following text message: “Cancel whatever you have planned for tonight. I’ll pick you up at your place. Dress nicely. Be ready without fail at 8 p.m. Raphael.” My first thought was “You entitled cocky man! What if I had plans? You expect me to just obey you?” And of course, I obeyed him. I got dressed up like I hadn’t in years and waited anxiously for him.
When he arrived, Raphael sized me up with a knowing look and said, “Perfect. You did what I told you. You’re even more beautiful than ever.” I blushed and thanked him… I felt like a teenager again! He took me by taxi to a fancy restaurant where he had reserved the best table. What a magical evening! The most romantic one I’ve ever experienced. The chemistry between us is so natural, filled with sincere compliments and playful banter.
As dinner was coming to an end, Raphael leaned toward me and whispered to me. “Can I tell you how I really feel? You are an outstanding woman. You’re gorgeous, you’re proud, fierce, strong, smart.” I began to thank him and I was about to compliment him back, but then he interrupted me and added “But with me, you’re gonna be special. I’m going to turn you into my obedient slut.” As you can imagine, I was caught off guard! But I regained my composure and replied nonchalantly, “Well, I’m curious to see that. Challenge accepted.”
When he walked me home, I casually invited him up for one last drink. Without going into details, we started kissing right away and continued into the bedroom. And it turns out Raphael isn’t just as good a lover as I thought he was: he’s even better. How can I tell you how I felt when he entered me? Seven inches of pure raw virility inside of me… I have to say, I’m relieved that Lucas is at summer camp! I’d be embarrassed if my son heard his mother’s screams of pleasure…
While he was having his way with me, I said to Raphael, “Keep going! Don’t you dare stop!” So he looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Watch your manners, my love. If you want more, you have to beg for it.” Without thinking, I yielded right away. “Please, I beg you! Keep going, don’t stop! I beg you, Sir, it feels so good! Please!” Then he smiled and obliged, saying “That’s better. Good girl.”
It was the most wonderful night of love I can remember. I fell asleep on his muscular chest while he stroked my hair. The next morning, he left early. As he was getting dressed, he kissed me in bed as I was waking up and whispered, “I’ll be waiting for you to contact me if you want to do this again. Looking forward to hearing from you. Don’t dsappoint me, love. Prove your loyalty to your new master.”
So now, my good sam, the ball is in my court. I’m taking my time, but I know I won’t be able to resist for long before I beg him to favour me once again. I also know that I must not blow this step. I feel the time has come to surrender. To give myself and to submit to him. I think this weekend I’ll invite him over for dinner, where I’ll cook for him and wait on him at the table. I’m also thinking of greeting him in a sexy outfit, possibly on my knees, and swearing obedience to him. Maybe even kissing his feet… I don’t know. I need to think it over.
Anyway, my dear servant sam, if you ever decide that this story is worth sharing on your site, I would greatly appreciate it if you could delay its publication until Saturday. You know, just in case. I also need to have a word with Lucas on the phone first, I’d rather he hear what he needs to know from me. He hasn’t met Raphael yet, even though I briefly mentioned our dates with him. Maybe one day he could become his stepdad… But let’s not get ahead of ourselves!
Here’s what I wanted to share with you, my good sam! Thank you for being such a trusted confidant for me, as well as a preceptor and worshipper for my son Lucas.
Warm regards,
Your Queen Sophie
As you might imagine, I was floored by this letter. It was clear that Sophie had come upon a true God Alpha who has completely embraced his role as a King among Men.
Even better, Sophie allowed herself to be taken by Master Raphael, easily submitting to his power. She did everything right, but now she was looking for advice from me to really make a powerful statement of submission for him. So I advised her on what to do for their next date.
Read what she wrote about her next date, and see if you can identify my teaching in her actions:
My good sam,
Please my good sam, do publish my story! I need to share with the world my awe for Raphael!
Last thursday, I sent him a message :
“Dear Raphael, Sir,
Would you grant me the honor to come and dine at my place tomorrow night?
Very respectfully,
Sophie”
He replied positively. Last night, he came into my apartment; the door was already open when he arrived. I came out of my room wearing an elegant but simple evening gown, my shoulders bare. I was glad to catch all his attention. He remains calm but was clearly very pleased and appreciative. He looked me up and down and said “You are so beautiful, my love.”
Then, I knelt down before him and I said the words I had been rehearsing for hours. “Raphael, my beloved Master, I must apologize. I didn’t treat you with all the respect I owe you. You are a king amongst men and I am so grateful you have chosen to honor me. My home is yours and I will cook whatever you want in the kitchen and do whatever you want in bed.” Then I bowed down until my forehead touched the ground at his feet.
I think I heard some kind of roar of delight! Raphael said “Such a good girl. Get up on your knees.” I sat up, kneeling facing him. “You know your duty” he said, and I understood. I carefully pulled his cock out of his pants. What a thrill to see this tremendous trophy of manhood! I did my best to worship it, even though it was difficult. His moans of pleasure made me vibrate with happiness! His cum was delicious!
I then took off his jacket and shoes and led him to the table, where I served him the meal I’d spent the whole day preparing. I took great care of him throughout his dinner. I then offered to give him a massage on the couch, which he accepted. I massaged his shoulders, his back, and then, at his request, his feet. He remained stoic and laconic for a long time, but then he said to me, “You’re the best woman I’ve ever met.” Flattered, I tenderly kissed his bare feet and thanked him.
Then he said “How badly do you want me to make love to you?” I answered: “With all my heart. I beg you, Sir! Please!” He leaned down and grabbed my chin “Good. My cock does want your pussy again” and then he kissed me.
I can’t tell you in detail about the wonderful night of sex we had and all the orgasms he gave me, my screams of pleasure, and his roars of triumph. This morning, I woke up nestled in his arms and resting my head on his chest. I kissed his pecs and thanked him profusely. “Thank you so, so much…” I kept saying. Raphael told me “You treated me like the king I am. I rewarded you accordingly.” My heart was leaping with joy.
As he was leaving, Raphael promised me that he would invite me over to his place soon to give me a glimpse into his own life. I can’t wait to see him again! My good sam, I finally feel like a woman again! I haven’t felt this happiness of being taken and dominated since Lucas’s father!
I talked to Lucas about Raphael and let him know that I’d be sharing details about my personal and sex life on your site. So it’s totally fine for you to publish this. I’m really looking forward for Lucas and Raphael to meet!
How thrilling is that???
I’m so proud of my Queen Sophie for submitting so profoundly to Master Raphael! There are revealing moments in this account that I think all submissives (female or faggot) should deeply ponder over. For instance, when Sophie knelt at his feet, Master Raphael “roared with delight”! That’s because Alphas have a natural need to be worshiped. This is not hyperbole. Once we recognize that and apply it, so many possibilities unlock! Faggots generally understand this, but women generally have no clue.
Also note that Master Raphael thanked her for “treating him like the King he is”. Real, fully-actualized Alphas know their place and accept nothing less. A true Alpha doesn’t need us to tell them they’re Alpha. He expects us to accept it and treat him accordingly!
This is such a powerful and important story because it proves that hierarchy isn’t a fetish for perverted gays, but rather, it’s a very real power dynamic that is predictable and impactful across all of humankind.
I told Queen Sophie that Master Raphael and Master Lucas will have some amazing conversations once they meet, as they both have ways to advise the other on how to grow even more powerful!
I thank and praise Queen Sophie for sharing her story! It’s my great honor to know her and Master Lucas, and their glorification continues to be part of my privilege as their faithful faggot!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling an 18-year-old virgin French faggot named Loic who has been claimed my straight God Alpha Master Jerome. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I spent most of my life being anti-condom, and somehow I never got an STD. Seriously. I feel like I somehow tap-danced through the minefield of sexually transmitted diseases, and there’s definitely a sense of survivor’s guilt hanging over me today. I mean, shouldn’t I have at least gotten HERPES or something??
Writing this site has forced me to try to be cautious about my “no condoms” viewpoint, because I certainly don’t want to be the cause of someone getting something life-altering! However, with the advent of truly effective prophylactic meds like PrEP (soon to be a twice-yearly injectable!), the risks associated from being bred by an Alpha are drastically reduced. We should all be celebrating these advances, because they are making sexual pleasure much less scarier than a few decades ago.
Even though I don’t discuss condoms much here, yesterday’s post about Master Hulk and his disdain for condom use (like all powerful Alphas) was going to inevitably turn the discourse here toward that taboo. First up: Loic, the former virgin faggot of God Alpha Jerome in France:
Hi brother!! This is Loic from France, everything is good here and Jerome is breeding me multiple times a week now. My hole is more and more looking like a real pussy, and it feels great!
I have a quick question, brother… I just read Master Hulk’s text (so hot!!) and I can’t stop thinking about what he said about condoms. He said that Noah wants him to wear condoms when he fucks girls, but he doesn’t do it all the time. Well, I do the same thing with Jerome… I LOVE to know that he has other fags to fuck and other girls too, because he deserves it! But I asked him if I could be the only one he fucks bareback and he said that he would think about it. I asked my doctor what to do, I didn’t say I’m a fag, but I said that I had a boyfriend with a open relationship. He is a straight man, but he just chuckled and said “well, as your doctor, I must tell you that I don’t think your partner will wear condoms, but we can find ways to make it less risky to you”. He asked me if Jerome was a bottom too (can you imagine??) and I said that he does not bottom at all, so apparently the risks of bareback sex are lower. But my doctor recommended me to do the test every 3 months and take prep just in case.
I told to Jerome about this appointment, and his plan is: both of us going on prep, taking all the tests every 3 months, he breeds me bareback, he fucks other guys and girls bareback too, but I do not let other Men fuck me. I still asked him to wear a condom, but I don’t want to insist too much… he told me to talk to you, but now that I read this account by Hulk I decided to finally reach out to you.
What would you do if you had a sexy, generous, and gorgeous French Alpha willing to breed you multiple times a week, but reluctant to wear a condom when fucking other people?
Thank you Sam!! I love you 🙂
I’ll answer Loic’s question first: you know EXACTLY what I’d do: I’d let that French Alpha do whatever he wants!
Given that Master Jerome is a straight Alpha who would NEVER bottom (the idea is LAUGHABLE!), there is virtually no chance he’d ever contract HIV. Therefore, I’d never even ask him to use a condom on me or anyone else. There’s also virtually no chance that Master Jerome’s powerful need to conquer and breed faggots and females will ever be controlled. This was one of the primary reasons he exists! Petty fears and insecurities will never rein in his needs!
But, true to form, Master Jerome didn’t get upset when Loic brought up the subject of condoms and/or preventative care. Not at all! In fact, Master Jerome is willing to take PrEP along with his fag in order to keep breeding! That kind of deep understanding is such a rare quality anymore in Alphas! It reveals the depth of love and care Master Jerome has for his faithful little fag!
I really love the dynamic Master Jerome and Loic have built together. It’s essentially the perfect relationship for both! It’s not surprising that it works so well, because it’s built entirely on hierarchical truth!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of God Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Master Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend Giovanni. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a very long time since I’ve heard from one of the greatest powers to ever grace this site, the glorious God Alpha Master Lorenzo. I understand why. He’s been incredibly busy getting his PhD and becoming a researcher and professor. On top of all that, he owns one of the most amazing faggots in this world, Giovanni, and was dating a FTM transsexual named Mario. That’s a pretty full plate.
Now, I’ve made myself unavoidably clear since I heard the first reports about Mario’s arrogant, selfish, and often cruel behavior as Master Lorenzo’s supposed partner. I despised virtually everything about Mario’s attitude from Day One, but that opinion calcified into granite-hard hatred for Mario when I heard the way this twisted bitch was treating my dearest Giovanni. NOBODY treats my baby brother that way. Giovanni serves Master Lorenzo with his whole, sweet heart, guided by love, admiration, and awe for his indescribably perfect Owner, and he deserves ONLY praise for the faithful way he loyally serves Master Lorenzo every single day.
So that means the abuse that Giovanni suffered at the hands of Mario is entirely the fault of Master Lorenzo. It pains me to write that condemnatory sentence, because I adore Master Lorenzo and I deeply respect him. But there is simply no way around it. His beautiful, loyal faggot Gio endured months and months of emotional abuse because of Mario, and Master Lorenzo ignored it because he was enjoying Mario’s pussy. It’s almost inexcusable, and it was a constant source of consternation and disappointment for me.
I can only imagine the heartbroken sadness Gio felt while being abused and looking desperately for support from a Master who seemed blissfully indifferent. I’m setting that sentence apart to highlight it. Read it again. I mean every word of it.
I warned Master Lorenzo repeatedly about the dark presence of this ungrateful and hateful cunt, but he wouldn’t listen even to me. It definitely affected my respect for him, and that loss made me so depressed. But, as I’ve learned over the years, even our greatest Men fail us.
But tonight I received a letter directly from Master Lorenzo himself, because something very significant happened that will change all of their lives going forward:
Hello my sweet fag Sam, this is Master Lorenzo. I was going to let Gio send you this update, but I chose to find a quick window in my schedule and write to you in my own words because this is important. And I guess you will enjoy what you’re gonna read.
You probably remember that I was trying to manage Mario and Gio. While Gio was the sweet and obedient fagboy I always wanted, Mario was a nice and sexy trans boyfriend who treated me really well and had a good time with me, but did not respect Gio at all. You also probably remember that I encouraged my sweet Gio to go to college and I have been paying for his tuition, materials, and books. I am demanding with his studies and want him to be committed to his future profession, I check his grades every month, and make sure that he is on top of things. And he has demonstrated excellent performance, a really good boy who makes me proud every day. This semester, however, despite his efforts, he failed Pharmacology. He needed a 7, and scored a 6.6. I told him to email his professor, and she said that she sees a lot of potential in Gio, but wants him to do the class again for him to explore his full potential. As you also know, I have a PhD in Physics and work as a professor, so I don’t blame his professor. I have done similar things in the past with students who do not understand their real potential. My boy, however, was devastated. He cried for hours on my chest, apologizing and repeating that he was just a “stupid fag.” I spent the whole night with him in my arms, told him that I would be more than happy to pay the credits for him to retake the class, then I cooked a very nice dinner for us, cuddled with him the whole night, and when he was feeling better he sucked my cock, made me really hard, and I fucked him in the most tender way I have ever fucked a fag. I stayed in missionary at all times, kissing him, and saying how proud I was of everything he has done while thursting inside of him very gently. I came as deep as I could inside of him, told him that I loved him, and he fell asleep in my arms.
That was Friday night, and I thought I had solved the problem, but then a hurricane called Mario hit my apartment on Saturday morning. Our agreement was that Mario would come Saturday morning and spend the day with Gio and I. I anticipated that Mario would say something mean if he knew about Gio failing the class, given that we had had several conversations about his bad behavior with my boy Gio. Mario always repeated how proud he was of attending a tuition-free public college and not needing anyone to pay for his degree. So I warned him and made it very clear that, if he dared to say something cruel to affect Gio, he would never be welcome in my house anymore. He probably thought I was not being serious, but sometimes a Man needs to do what a Man needs to do.
Mario arrived here on Saturday morning, and at first everything was going well. Gio was really sweet as always and asked Mario if he wanted to play video games. For a few minutes, I thought that I would finally have peace between my two boys. But then Gio won the first match and opened a big smile, it was just a silly game, I never thought something bad could come from that. For my shock and revolt, Mario said “yeah Gio, you’re really good at this game, but maybe you should play less video games and study a bit more.” I saw all the joy leaving my boy’s face, he didn’t answer, looked at the floor, and just went to the kitchen saying that he would start cooking. My blood was boiling, I was dominated by anger to see Mario doing something that he knew would make Gio sad. I didn’t even ask for an explanation, I just stood up, pointed to the door and said “Mario, you’re not staying for lunch today, please leave”, he tried to answer and said that it was just a joke, then he approached me trying to kiss me and saying that we could have sex while Gio cooked for us, which instead of turning me on only made me angrier. I simply said “I won’t say it twice”, and pointed to the war.
Enough is enough. I went to the kitchen, Gio was crying again. I held him in my arms, told him that Mario had left, and that he would never set a foot in my house again. He cooked for us, we had lunch together, we played the video games he loves together, we watch a movie, and the load that I would have probably shot inside Mario’s pussy ended up inside Gio’s throat on Saturday night. I thought about calling Mario to break up with him, but I didn’t want to give him even more attention, so I just broke up with him via text, told him that he would never offend Gio again, he got pissed and said that I would never have a real boyfriend if I tried to keep Gio “as a puppy” forever, and he dared to say that Gio is not a person for me to build a life with because he takes advantage of the things I pay for him. This is a lie and very stupid because all the things I have paid for him and his mother were my initiative. They have never asked for one cent. On the contrary, his mother always shows a lot of gratitude every time I help her. I am not rich at all, but I have a good job and his mom is a cleaning lady, so helping my sweet boy’s mother is nothing but basic social justice for me. I just said to Mario that Gio is the sweetest boy I have ever met, and even he is a puppy he is a much better puppy than Mario was a boyfriend. He blocked me and I don’t think I’ll ever hear back from him.
A week later, Juan, my gorgeous Alpha brother from Mexico, came to my place for the third time to visit me. You probably remember that I took his virginity and since then I’ve been the only Man he allows to fuck him, other than that he is exclusively a top who has been breeding countless fags in Mexico. We are really close now, we have a group chat with the two of us, Rafa, and Gio. And we are a happy family of two Alphas and two fags. As soon as he arrived, Gio welcomed him on his knees, kissed his feet, smelled his crotch, the full package of a good faggot greeting my brother. I had told Juan about what Mario did and he was also pissed, so he was extra caring with Gio, I let them have some fun while I ran some errands because I knew that Juan’s tight hole would be mine. I left the house for them, and Gio was taking a shower when I arrived home a few hours later. Juan told me that he had bred Gio twice and congratulated me for having trained such a perfect fag. I told him that I knew very well how amazing Gio’s hole was, but that I really missed his hole.
The good thing about being the only Man fucking another Alpha is that his hole is really tight and I have the opportunity to mold his hole with my cock. I sent Gio to the kitchen to cook dinner, and took Juan to my room. His blowjob is not even close to Gio oral skills, but having such a dominant Alpha on his knees struggling to take my cock in his throat is such an incredible feeling. He gave me good head, then asked me to fuck him, I need to go really slow with him because, while Gio and Rafa have a smooth ass and pussies that I shape to take my cock with no effort, Juan has the hole of an Alpha, which means it’s tight and hairy. We made good Alpha sex, the kind of sex that I simply can’t have with Gio and Rafa because they’re my sweet boys who want to be protected, and Juan is an equal, a brother who accepts my cum inside of him.
Juan and I agreed that he will come to my place every other month, and I’ll take Gio to Mexico in our next vacation to spend some time with him. I want to make him a more frequent member of my hierarchical family. I am not ashamed to admit that I was wrong about Mario, I think a Man needs to be bold enough to admit when he is wrong. And today I admit that I was wrong. I did something that many Men would refuse to do: I held Gio in my arms, I kissed his forehead, and apologized. I said sorry to my sweet boy and told him that he is my priority and no one will treat him like that again. I wish Mario all the best and I hope he’ll find someone nice, but he doesn’t belong to my life anymore. Gio, however, has been the most important part of my life for years, and he still is.
That’s it, Sam. I thank you for all your attention and consideration with my little Gio, he truly loves you. I also apologize to you for not listening to you when you suggested that Mario was not a partner for me. And I hope that my Alpha brothers will read that and see that there is nothing wrong in admitting a mistake and changing our habits.
Take care, my sweet fag. Your Master thinks about you all the time.
Master Lorenzo.
Well, that’s more like it!
I’m glad that Mario’s unacceptable behavior finally caused Master Lorenzo to open his eyes to what that abuse was doing to Gio. I’m honestly baffled by how long it took, though. How can I see it so clearly through letters on the internet when Master Lorenzo has Giovanni breaking down in tears right in front of him?
I’m not going to dwell on this too much. I thank Master Lorenzo for personally sharing this experience, and I’m thankful that some of Gio’s trust and hope in his Master has been restored! Like any faggot, Gio just wants to know he is safe at the feet of his Master. I think Gio’s trust is being restored now that Mario’s been given the boot.
I’m certainly never going to say something crude like “I told you so” to a God Alpha like Master Lorenzo. However, it might be good to remember that, even though I’m a faggot, I’m not dumb. Listen to me, Master, when I implore you to change something. I’m only doing it because I love you and little Gio with my whole heart!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a married beta-sub named Pete who was raised hierarchically by his Alpha father and grandfather, and is submissive to this three sons.CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The recent series of posts from a married beta-sub named Pete have caused quite a bit of commotion on X and the Hierarchy University Discord. People are rightly shocked by the details of underage Alphas being taught by their Alpha grandfather to use their father Pete as their shared faggot. It definitely takes the hierarchical paradigm to its most extreme conclusion.
I’ve been called an extremist by some in how I apply hierarchical principles (maybe that’s why I keep getting cancelled across platforms!), but I generally take a pragmatic viewpoint when it comes to some of the more extreme cases I’ve encountered overthe years. Hell, if I sat around prudishly rejecting distasteful stories, we wouldn’t learn as much as we’ve been able to about hierarchical mechanics! And this site has always put a higher premium on education than porn (even though there’s plenty of that here as well).
Pete has a few things to chare in this latest update, including the now-infamous cunting he received by his father in front of his sons. Let’s get into it:
Looking back, my dad had been manipulating everything, but in a good and beneficial way for my boys and for me. He saw what I was and decided to bring it out and strengthen it.
They boys were often naked, and not shy about jacking off. My youngest son used to tell me to do it, too. Show them. I didn’t. Until my dad was over and Danny, the youngest, told me to jack myself off. I wasn’t going to, never planned to. Then my dad told me to. To show them. I could have refused or left the TV room but I didn’t. My dad drew attention to how my chest was getting flushed, and my nipples getting hard. My balls pulling up. I clearly remember and have thought often of my dad says, “look at his little dick. Most men, me, you boys have fistful cocks. But with a little teeny dicky like that he can only two fingers. But don’t make fun of it or look down on it. Men, real men, are always attracted to little willies. Men with little willies are generally hornier than most men and they generally cum over and over again, especially through their bottoms.”
When I came in my hand Dad pointed out how much there was and that it was potent. It made the three of them.
Dad told me to rub my cum on my dick and rub it like a clit, open palmed and flat fingers. He had me rub it until I came again, and he showed them how my cum was less and not as thick. He spit on my hand and told me to rub it again until I came. This time he had me lift one leg up on the ottoman and pulling my cheeks apart he showed them how my hole was opening and closing. He told them that this was how cunts got ready to be fucked. He fingered around my hole. When I came again, I showed them as told, and as told ate it all up.
For the next little while my youngest became obsessed with my hole. He kept telling me show him. He began to finger it. My dad showed him how to rub across my hole, through my taint and over my balls and dick and then back.
He would always tell my sons that I had a perfect mancunt, super fuckable. The oldest two were interested but not as intense as Danny and not as interested in playing around with my hole. They like to watch. They liked to jack me off and play around with my dick.
Finally Dad said that it was time to go all the way. That the boys needed to learn how to use other guys to fuck and to save girls for “making love”, “when you’re serious.” Fucking is good for men, but they needed be smart.
He told the boys to strip and to come to the master bedroom. He had me douche out and then lie back across the bed with my butt on the edge and my legs down.
Dad had the two oldest boys stand on either side of me and to lift my legs up and back and out. Dad showed the boys how to open up a mancunt with fingers, lub and spit. Rubbing around and as it begins to open to slip a finger in then more.
“Men you’re going to own, men that are going to be your fuck bitches, like your dad, need to have the man fucked out of him. You’ve got to fuck the man out.”
It was a hard, brutal, domineering, man-breaking fuck.
All three boys fucked him in turn, according to age, oldest first. I was fed my cum and theirs that dad had me push out.
My youngest son fucks me a lot. He’s started ejaculating and his boy cock is growing and thickening.
My dad has taken over the master bedroom and stays over a few nights a week. He’s taken over. My mom has told me several times how glad she is that he gets to participate in raising to boys. She also has said that she’s happy that I am keeping him satisfied. I don’t know what she knows, suspects, or what Dad may have told her.
Dad has three fuck modes. Sometimes somewhat gentler but always dominating. Sometimes pounding to work stress out. Sometimes me on my back, legs back and spread, with insisted eye contact when he fucks the man out.
My brother and I have always been close. He’s more like my dad. More dominant and much better hung than I am and much like my dad’s. We hang out together like we always have. We’ve always been good friends, but now we will casually fuck. He fucks me. We might be watching a game and he’ll say, “want to?” And he fucks me. I know his son messes around with my boys some.
Last year, before Thanksgiving I was in the gym sauna with three buddies, friends for years. Our kids are all around the same age. So, we are sitting there chatting and one of the guys blurts out, “I got fucked. A guy fucked me.” All being straight guys we caught our breath until one guy said, “bullshit.” We sat there, looking at our feet, and one of the guys said, “are you gay?” “No. No. Nothing like that. It sort of just happened.”
He told us how he was getting a massage by the masseuse that we’ve all used. He said it was just like always. He’d worked his way up and down his body back then front and then told him to flip onto his stomach. He began to rub from his shoulders down to his calves then back up but the eventually began to really work his glutes. My friend said that it felt great and admitted that he began to moan in pleasure. Eventually he began to work up and down to crack and then focus on the hole and my friend said that it felt great and even better when he slid a finger in. He said it was amazing. Then the masseuse pulled him back, ass up and chest pushed to the table and my friend felt the man’s tongue joining his fingers. “Then he fucked me. It just slid in. It was amazing, maybe the best sex I’ve ever had.” We were stunned. But then I said that I’d been fucked to. Pretty much the same scenario (I lied) and I really liked it. A couple of days later we rented a motel room. We have been fucking around ever since. I’m the only guy that only bottoms. With these guys I learned to love to suck cock and really like it. All of us still consider our selves as not “gay”, but we really enjoy sex.
I don’t consider myself as “gay” or even “homosexual” though that is becoming more of a reality as the idea of sex with a woman no longer has any attraction.
With my family it is a hierarchy sort of thing. I don’t do any other service other than sex and regular dad stuff. Dad did hire two guys to clean the house once a week instead of the cleaning service that we’d always used. If I’m home when they are there I am naked and they will fuck and have me suck and clean their uncut cocks.
The boys all do chores.
Pete
Oh, the effect Pete’s God Alpha father Master Doug has wrought over the years with his strict and incisive application of hierarchy! This is God Alpha Dino-levels of power and generational influence!
It’s shocking how effectively Master Doug’s teachings have rippled and radiated out to change the lives of so many Alphas and faggots! Never underestimate the power of Alpha influence and Alpha cock! I think it should be the goal of every upper-level Alpha to affect change in this manner! In some respects, this is part of the legacy every Man yearns to leave behind!
I’ll skip some of the more controversial aspects of Pete’s story, and instead focus on how Pete and his straight friends who fuck or get fucked don’t feel changed sexually. Even Pete, who admits that he’s no longer attracted to females after being cunted countless times by Alphas, claims to be straight! He’s resisting the label of “faggot” when embracing that purpose might help to free him from whatever is holding him back.
I think it would be good for his Alpha sons to know he’s embraced his faghood. This admission would bring hierarchy into sharper relief for his sons as they grow in power and start to own fags themselves.
But that’s just my opinion. Hopefully Pete will be able to bridge the gap between reality and denial and become whole, but even if he doesn’t, what he IS doing is brave. This entire thing was forced upon him by Master Doug. I’m sure that’s a heavy, confusing weight to bear!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 16-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!
EDITOR’S NOTE: The following true account is written by a minor named Lucas, but it has been produced and published with the full knowledge and blessing of Lucas’s mother Sophie. There are no laws being broken, and this is not intended to be pornography in any way. If you feel uneasy about the contents based on your own personal philosophies, then please stop reading.
Stories like those of Master Lucas, Master Dean and his faggot twin brother Jimmy, and countless others I’ve chronicled demonstrate one truth quite clearly: true Alphas and faggots develop very early, as if they were born into it. I know in my case I was always a faggot, as can look back through my childhood and see the evidences that helped to create my destiny as a faggot.
By examining the youthful experiences of Alphas and faggots (past or present), we can discover their roots and chart paths of guidance and understanding. I never get tired of doing this work, because each new story uncovers new truths!
Master Lucas is now 16 years old. I’ve known him and his exceptional mother Sophie for almost a year when Sophie wrote to me after seeing her 15-year-old son having his feet worshiped by a couple of faggots from his school. This shocked her, of course, but she also recognized something else: it seemed right that her son owned faggot slaves! You see, some women naturally acknowledge hierarchy as truth, and the sight of her son having his feet kissed and licked by sub males provided the evidence to verify what she already suspected about her glorious son:
He was born an Alpha!
Since then, my friendship with Sophie has grown, especially as Master Lucas went away to boarding school. Sophie is the Queen who bore Master Lucas, and this is a point of deserved pride for her. I’ve been very impressed by Sophie’s depth of instinctual knowledge about hierarchy, and she worships them almost as much as I do!
But now that Master Lucas has returned briefly from school, he chose to write me a letter updating me on the situation at his new school!
He wrote:
Hi My worshipper!
Mom suggested that write to you and I thought yeah why not get in touch with My good boy sam the faggot? High school is GREAT! I loved My first year and I can’t wait to go back! Well, summer’s going to be pretty fun too!
I must say I’m SO GLAD to be an Alpha male! I fucking love it! Life is so great and so fun when you’re superior! I’m almost sorry for you that you’re not haha but hey some people like you must be at the bottom of hierarchy for Us to enjoy the top! It’s so fucking great that there are so few Alpha males and so many of you guys existing for OUR PLEASURE!
But you know what I keep in mind that I want to be a Protector Alpha and I want to use My superiority for GOOD! I know I must control and channel My impulses. It’s important for Me to show compassion towards My lesser. I realized that, as an Alpha, even the tiniest bit of kindness from Me to an inferior means a hell of a lot to them, while it costs nothing to Me. Even just a warm smile or a pat on the head is enough to brighten their whole day!
That’s why, as the LEADER AND KING OF THE HIGH SCHOOLER BOYS I have set some rule for My homies to follow. I always tell them “you can bully a weaker boy into submission if he resists, but you never hurt one who’s obedient and nice, OK?” No mercy for those who forget their place, but leniency for those who fall in line, that’s a good compromise I think.
Now that I’ve made a group of mates at boarding, guys who are dominant like Me, I’m realizing more and more the gap between Us and those below Us. I remember when you told Me that My childhood pal couldn’t be My friend anymore and I didn’t agree. But now I can see what you meant. It’s true that our relationship isn’t the same as before and not the same I have with My Alpha friends. It’s hard to explain. I like him and I want to look out for him but he’s on a lower level and I can’t see him as a regular friend anymore because he’s first and foremost My servant and he’s more like My good doggo than My buddy.
I can’t even start to tell you all the things I love about ruling the dorm and the boarding school. I love having serving boys to take care of all My affairs and My bed and My chores and so on. I remember one time, when I was about to take a shower, I jokingly said, “Hey, anyone want to come help Me lather up and dry off?” and a nerd boy rushed over to volunteer! I patted him on the cheek and said, “Good boy.” After that, he was always hanging around Me, doing everything I told him to do LOL it’s so much fun to boss people around!
Also, damn, I loved walking around shirtless in the school hallways! Seeing the girls swoon and the guys admire and congrat and envy me! Well, I had a few clashes with the staff because we’re technically forbidden to do that, but hey, I got away with it because the monitors and some teachers had a soft spot for Me so I got special treatment! LOL My favorite moments were definitely the fights between guys in the dorm! The monitors let us do whatever we wanted they didn’t want to get involved! It’s funny because the lesser ones give in really quickly, but I also love dominating My Alpha pals and making them say “Yeah, Lucas, you’re the strongest, you’re the master!” even though they put up a lot of resistance LOL Sometimes it’s fun to face a little resistance it makes the victory even greater! But sometimes we had quieter evenings, where we’d hang out with My buddies and with servants who would lick Our feet and serve us food and drinks and sometimes girls would come give Us massages!
You know what? Mom told Me she’s okay with Me saying more explicit stuff, so let’s go for it! During one of those evenings I told a really cute chick hanging out with us that I’d love a little treat. Then she knelt before Me, unzipped My pants and you can guess what happened. In front of all the guys! The room went crazy! There were shouts of surprise and admiration and congrats! While she was doing her business down there, I was beaming and flexing and boasting “You see guys? THAT is power! Fuck, man, that’s so good!” One of My best memories of the year! DAMN I LOVE TO BE THE BEST!
Whoa I totally got carried away I wrote way too much LOL You probably happy, faggot? Kiss the ground at My feet and thank Me for even talking to you little worm! LOL Bye, faggot !
YOUR MASTER AND YOUR KING LUCAS THE WONDERFUL
Frankly, this is about as complete a testimony to the development of God Alphahood as I’ve ever read! Master Lucas hits on a number of key benchmarks in his development. Here are some of my takeaways:
First and foremost, I love that Master Lucas has really considered what kind of Alpha he wants to be, and that is a Protector Alpha! I’m so grateful to hear that he thought deeply about his powers, and how best he’d like to utilize them! This is so important for every Alpha!
But then he said something that made my heart soar! When Master Lucas was speaking about his faggots, he said: “I realized that, as an Alpha, even the tiniest bit of kindness from Me to an inferior means a hell of a lot to them, while it costs nothing to Me. Even just a warm smile or a pat on the head is enough to brighten their whole day!” This realization is very deep knowledge, and the fact that he’s connecting the benevolent use of his power with the safety, security, and joy of his faggots is stunning. It’s the exact lesson our greatest Alphas must learn and appreciate about themselves!
I was also encouraged to see that Master Lucas has built an Alpha Pack around himself. It’s also clear that he’s the God Alpha of the group, something I pegged about him long ago. Having these lesser Alphas as his faithful lieutenants will only grow his power even more! But now Master Lucas is making it a reality, and he sees the truth of hierarchy in their eyes as even they obey him.
The shirtless episode is yet another example of Alpha privilege. Alphas always do whatever they want, and there isn’t a power on earth that is going to stop them from taking or doing whatever they want. Again, these experiences are teaching Master Lucas important truths about the application of his growing power.
Same with the sex stuff. Girls are always going to be around Alphas like Master Lucas, and these spoils of his life will only get from frequent as he gets older. But it’s the showing off that impressed me. Alphas use their superior bodies and their supreme confidence to impress on other males that they are the most sexually desirable. This was a “peacock moment” for Master Lucas that you can tell made him feel incredibly powerful.
I asked for a follow-ups on a few incidents Master Lucas mentioned, and he answered me right away:
I knew you would be thrilled, faggot! 😉 Sometimes I take a moment to relax and reflect on everything that’s happening and then I tell Myself: So this is how My whole life is going to be! For the rest of My life, I’ll be worshipped and obeyed and served and I’ll have everything I want at the snap of my fingers and all the money and fun and sex I could ever want! It’s so awesome! I LOVE BEING BORN AN ALPHA GOD! THANK YOU, MOM, I LOVE YOU!
To answer you questions faggot I wouldn’t say My Alpha pals own personal faggots because We sort of have a shared pool that We use as we please LOL but no specific personal slaves. Well I kind of think of them all as My personal slaves! That’s why I use some of them at home too to help My lovely little mom but I don’t think the others do the same yet. And yes of course I use servants in the shower LOL what do you think! Sometimes I would have two servants one to lather Me up and another kneeling nearby with a warm towel and both of them would kiss my feet!
Bye, faggot!
YOUR MASTER
The follow-up was just as surprising as the first message! His Alpha Pack are all using Master Lucas’s stable of faggots as servants! Pretty impressive, but it won’t be long before these lesser Alphas try to take personal fags for themselves. They’re learning from their King!
I dearly love Master Lucas’s acknowledgement of his mother Sophie for the Alpha genetics she passed to him, as well as her encouragement as he’s developed! His gifts of faggots to tend to her needs is very much like something a King might do!
And I was also surprised that Master Lucas was really using a fag or faggots to serve him in the shower. It’s not only King-like behavior that fills him with power, but doing this allows his faggots to see him confidently naked and glorious. This not only deeply submits his faggots to him, but it also further clarifies his vast superiority to not only them, but also himself!
All in all, this surprise letter from Master Lucas contained massive insights into the mind and heart of a developing God Alpha! We are seeing the very start of his eventual Kingdom, one that will continue throughout his blessed life!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later!CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I was pretty startled a few weeks ago when I received this message in my Questions From Readers inbox from a faggot named Marcus. It seems that Marcus has been owned for a very long time by a young straight Alpha known as “Lion”, and their relationship seemed quite intense.
Marcus currently lives in young Master Lion’s house, a house paid for by his live-in faggot Marcus. In fact, Master Lion enjoys the life of a full-fledged cashmaster in findom, but findom wasn’t the primary motivator. Rather, Master Lion simply felt like it was natural that faggots should pay for everything.
Now Marcus writes more about this intriguing situation, how it began, and how it’s going today many years later!
Hi Sam, this is Fag Marcus—the one who sent you a message a few days ago:
I’m writing to back up the point you made recently on another faggot’s post: that a slave’s primary service to a straight master is non-sexual—specifically, domestic or financial. I say this from personal experience.
I work three jobs to ensure a comfortable life for my young master. By the way, I realized I haven’t introduced him yet: I’ll call him “Lion” (because of a phrase he once said to his fiancée: “There is only one lion in this jungle, and it’s me; therefore, I’m the one who makes the rules”). He is a 21-year-old white man with short, military-style hair and a height of 1.81 meters; he has a natural physique—neither overly muscular nor fat—and is currently studying Physical Education in college.
My Master has owned me for seven years—ever since he was 14, nearly 15 (don’t worry, 14 is a legal age in Brazil, provided it’s consensual, obviously)—when he started intimidating me over financial matters. For two years, that was all it was: he took money from me, then it escalated to domestic chores as well—I did tasks for him—and it wasn’t until three years in that I sucked his cock for the first time. In fact, he doesn’t even count that earlier period and says he has been my Master for only four years.
As I was saying, I have three jobs (the third one is more recent and for personal reasons rather than money, but I’ll tell you about that in another email). Thanks to this, my Master—despite his young age—now has a house in a good neighborhood not far from his college, which I bought and put in his name. He has a car that befits his “alpha” status. I gave him a small boat—something he’d always dreamed of owning—as a birthday gift when he came of age. On top of that, I cover his car insurance, health insurance, gym membership, college tuition, and the fees for the nautical club where the boat is kept. I also pay off his three credit cards, which he uses for clothes, snacks, movies, sports tickets, clubbing, motels, and anything else that interests him. That’s in addition, of course, to the household bills and groceries (I don’t know if you realize how much a young alpha eats, but it’s a *lot*—more than double what his fiancée and I consume… …together).
I still have tasks, such as maintenance and cleaning—inside and out—of his BMW, and washing all his clothes and shoes. (The Master had actually taken this task away from me when he brought his fiancée to live here and ordered her to do all the housework, but I missed it so much that I begged him to let me keep doing it, and he agreed, since she dislikes those chores and only does them because he orders her to. What is wrong with women??) …plus any other task he finds tedious or doesn’t want to do and orders me to handle. From the start, he made it clear he was super-straight and would never sleep with me; though occasionally, as a special treat, I’d get to suck him off. Of course, I love those moments, but I feel truly fulfilled when I’m washing his clothes or working to pay the bills. I often joke with him that his dirty, yellow-stained underwear is my “Netflix,” because if I could, I’d spend hours just looking at and touching them. At first, I’d even ejaculate involuntarily while doing it.
I know this might seem like abuse or a miserable life to many people—which is why I told you in my last message that I thought there was something wrong with me—but thanks to your site, I know I’m not abnormal, just different, and that my life *does* have a purpose: making my Master’s life better.
P.S.: I’m 36, not 35 (I made a typo in the previous message), and sorry about my English—it’s not my first language.
Keep up the excellent and essential work you do on this site.
Sincerely, Fag Marcus
It’s almost insane to think about how advanced Master Lion was at just 14 years old! He understood the natural order of things, but how? Was it simply his dominance guiding him, or did he learn about it online? We don’t know.
Regardless, Master Lion was absolutely correct in what he did. At 14 he saw Marcus, an older faggot, and decided that he would take ownership of him. Since he is straight, using Marcus sexually wasn’t his interest, but money and access definitely were on his mind!
But notice how owning Marcus in-house as a personal slave eventually led Master Lion to use Marcus sexually! This is something I have repeatedly emphasized: the power an Alpha receives from owning/using faggots allows him to ascend above the judgments of a close-minded world. Master Lion has ascended to God Alpha, and he is impervious to assault from inferiors and their expectations.
Why should Master Lion even care these little people? He has everything he could ever want thanks to his hard-working faggot, and he has a fiancé who will provide him love and kids. I would posit that Master Lion is literally living the kind of life that ordinary males can only imagine!
As for Marcus, he is working very hard, but you can hear the gratitude in his words. He’s at peace, fulfilled by his service to his young God Alpha Master! Every night Marcus goes to sleep tired, but contented in the knowledge that he’s fulfilling his purpose!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of an Asian God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
It’s been a little while since I’ve heard from Master Jase. It’s not terribly surprising given that my main channel of communication with him – X – had suddenly decided to destroy multiple accounts of mine. Has there ever been any online presence cancelled this many times on so many platforms in the history of the internet like mine??
Anyway, nothing stands still in the life of a God Alpha. And sure enough, when Master Jase and I finally reconnected, he had some rather startling news:
Faggot. It has been some time. It is disappointing to see your accounts being cancelled time after time again.
I have been kept busy in multitude ways. Work being one, dominating and taking charge of strong men and turning them into my serving and longing sluts being another. But a major change is that I have since found a partner. An unlikely one at that; I am in a relationship with what I can only call another god alpha.
Sex and domination are the anchors of our relationship and our respect and love for one another. We met at an orgy where the two of us naturally attracted all the attention and lines of faggots and sluts waiting and eager to service our overbearing dominance and power. Something drew each of us to the other as we watched and revelled in our mutual control over the subs we were fucking, and we got to enjoy each other’s company and now have made it into a relationship. It is very strange to think about but it has only pushed me to pursue a better sense of alphahood, and him the same, with us learning from each other.
Isn’t that amazing? I never thought there would ever be any human being (faggot or Alpha) that could match the sheer power and might of Master Jase, let alone get him to consider a deeper form of equal relationship!
Now, I understand very little about the dynamics of a relationship between two God Alphas, and I’m not going to even pretend to try. Regardless if there are any other such relationships, I have no doubt Master Jase’s relationship is the exemplary personification of it. Hopefully he will tell more about it the next time I’m blessed to hear from him!
I’m looking forward to hearing more from him about it!
The following post is part of a thread following the life and teachings of a 30-year-old God Alpha named Master Maurice as he takes ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
If I had to pick the most inspirational story that has ever been featured on this site in 11 years, it would be the story of a God Alpha named Master Maurice who took tender ownership of a disabled, wheelchair-bound faggot named Édouard. I wish everyone would read that entire story (linked above) and experience exactly what it means to be a truly superior Man and Protector Alpha. There were moments while covering it that I nearly broke down in tears with surprise and joy. My beloved Master Maurice is quite literally 1:1. There is nobody else like him.
Way back in March of this year Master Maurice discussed the needs of an Alpha. These are truly needs (although the world wants them to believe they are merely “wants”) that must be fulfilled within them, and there’s no way they’ll ever be denied. It involved a conundrum involving Édouard and Édouard’s therapist, a faggot named Jean. Master Maurice wanted to own both, but navigating Édouard’s understandable insecurities was going to be a trick.
Still, Master Maurice wasn’t going to be denied.
Well, after so long Master Maurice returns with a terrific and joyous update!
This is Master Maurice from Switzerland, I hope you remember me
Last time we talked I was in doubt about how to keep Édouard as my boyfriend and bringing Jean into the equation too. I thought you’d like to know that we are now officially a happy throuple living together. I’m the Master and they’re the faggots, so I guess it’s a throuple or King Maurice’s harem lol we decided that our friends and family have nothing to do with our lives, so we tell people that Jean is a roommate renting the other bedroom in my apartment, while Édourd and I are the couple. But once we’re all home with curtains closed, they’re both sweet fags craving my cock. You were right when you said that it wouldn’t be easy, but it was so worth it to have this conversation with Édouard. I had him in my arms, kissing his face, and petting his head, so I asked him his thoughts about having a third person in our relationship. He said that he would be afraid of losing me, but he would be willing to try. So my strategy was spending a month demonstrating how important he is to me. From buying flowers to making a special breakfast for him, I did everything I could to show him how much I love him (and I really do). Our sex got even better, I now breed him while kissing him, holding his head, treating him like my princess. After a month, I brought up the idea again, and told him that Jean could be our third. He was reluctant at first, but Jean was the best fag possible. They already know each other because he takes care of Édouard, so it was a matter of expanding their relationship a bit more.
They started making out in front of me, and I got so fucking hard, it was amazing. I held both of them in my arms, kissing both, and I felt in a feast. I wanted to fuck their mouths and their pussies so bad, 4 holes for 1 cock, what a perfect match. But I know that Jean is a cute sweet and confident fag, so I was worried about Édouard’s self-steem. Jean is so fucking amazing that he held Édouard’s face in his hands and said “you eyes are so beautiful, I have always wanted to say this, but you were my patient”. I felt like the world’s luckiest man at that moment. Instead of fighting for attention, Jean was taking care of my sweet Édouard, and in return Édouard was getting so comfortable and relaxed. I stood up, while Édouard was sitting on my bed, Jean next to him, they gave me a double blowjob. And guess what, I love when the person who is sucking me licks my balls while jerking me off, so Édouard taught Jean how to do it, and in no time Jean was licking my balls, while Édouard was sucking my cock. And Jean was really sweet holding Édouard’s back. I was feeling like a real King, looking down at them with my two hungry boys looking up alternating between my balls and my cock.
I said “you boys are amazing, who wants to get fucked in the ass first?” Once again, Jean was really thoughtful and said “fuck Édouard first, he has such a hot ass, I wanna see it”, and my sweet boy opened a big smile. And I had the idea of putting Édouard in missionary position, with Jean holding his shoulders while I held his legs having easier access to his hole, I went balls deep inside my ball, kissed him, kissed Jean, we were all connecting to each other. I stopped before finishing, I put Jean in doggy style, fucked him while holding his hips, then I went back to Édouard, but this time I put him on his stomach, hugged him from behind, and fucked him with all my love, banging my full balls against his ass. I shot so much cum inside his hole that I thought I’d pass out, I had a 3-day load in my balls and I shot every single drop inside my sweet Édouard. Jean was so fucking happy looking at us, he jerked off and came on Èdouard’s chest. We took a shower together, and I bathed both of them together. We’ve been together for 2 months now and everything is going even better.
But I do have a little something to ask you. I fuck both of them very often now that we live together, but Jean likes to receive a blowjob from time to time. I refuse to put a dick in my mouth, so I tell Édouard to suck him and my boy really enjoys it too. So I guess we are all good, but at the same time I’m afraid Jean will try to fuck my boy’s ass, and that I will not accept. Édouard’s hole is mine. Based on your experience, do you think I should allow my fag Jean to get head from my other fag? It seems to be harmless right now, but I don’t want this to interfere in our dynamic, because there is only one King in my house.
Hilarious that Master Maurice thinks I could ever forget him! NEVER!
That very hot encounter Master Maurice described clearly cemented their “throuple” relationship and the boundaries involved. (Here’s a little tidbit of info: Because I’m caged and I completely control my penis, I rarely get an erection that strains my chastity cage … but reading Master Maurice’s story definitely made me strain it!)
I think what Master Maurice did to bring all three of them together into a sexual discovery session was just the trick, and best of all he was able to enjoy being thoroughly worshiped by both fags just as he deserves. Also, it really helps to underscore in the minds of his two faggots about their true purpose in relation to him.
Also, every single time I hear of a Master washing his faggots, my heart just swells! It’s so touching, especially when it’s a God Alpha like Master Maurice!
As far as Master Maurice’s question, I think he has nothing to worry about. Jean isn’t going to go around Master Maurice or violate his rightful place. It seems impossible to me.
I adore Master Maurice, and I’m so glad to hear that he’s building a Kingdom around himself! He deserves thousands of faggots at his feet! I hope it happens someday!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the expanding power of Master Arturo, a 35-year-old bisexual Alpha who is accustomed to owning both faggots and females and currently owns a mother named Julia and her faggot son Leo. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Straight Alphas love owning and using faggots, but typically that’s because a faggot can be used as roughly as the Alpha wants without any emotions coming into play. Straight Alphas get enough emotional drama from their women! With faggots, it’s all the pleasure and none of the headaches.
But eventually sex becomes more and more intimate, and that’s when the guard comes down and feelings start to creep into the picture. I think it’s almost unavoidable, while many straight Alphas claim it’s not a big hard to avoid. I dunno … I definitely fell in love with some of my straight Masters. I simply learned how to dismiss them and hide them.
I couldn’t blame Leo if he fell in love with his mother’s straight boyfriend, Master Arturo. He’s a powerful Man and Protector Alpha who cares for both his and his mother’s needs. Master Arturo is the sole Masculine influence on Leo’s life. It’s natural for a faggot to fall for that, especially at his age!
But something happened the other day that may trigger those emotional attachments sooner than later …
Hi, Master Arturo here again
We are very excited here in Mexico with the World Cup, and it’s been an interesting experience to watch the games with Julia and Leo. Julia really hates soccer, and Leo knows nothing about it. I am actively teaching him all the rules of the game, talking about the players, the strategies, etc. Julia told me that, because she raised him by herself, Leo never went to a soccer stadium and never had a Man teaching him how to play when he was little. She confessed to me that sometimes she feels guilty for not being able to provide the boy with a fatherly figure. I told her that she’s an extraordinary woman who raised a boy by herself when she still was in high school, and then said that Leo was still young and could learn few things from his new dad. So I decided to take him to a park and teach him how to play soccer. And guess what? The boy is probably the worst soccer player that has ever existed on Earth lol I tried to show him how to play as a striker and I anticipate that he would miss the goal at first, but he managed to miss the ball! It took a while for him just to kick the ball properly, then I switched with him and told him to be the goalkeeper while I would kick the ball. And the boy literally hid his face with his hands when I kicked afraid of the ball hitting him hahaha it was hilarious but also really cute. Anyway, the reason why I am telling you my major failure in trying to turn Leo into a soccer player is because I genuinely feel that this bonding moments have been really important for us. I do not have children, and I guess I won’t have any because Julia does not want to get pregnant again, but I’ve been enjoying very much taking care of Leo. I know it sounds weird because he’s my fag and cumdump as well, but I truly have been taking care of him like a father would, including paying his tuition, advising him about what is right and wrong, and even trying to teach him how to play soccer. I’m too young to be his biological father, but this whole experience has been really rewarding and fulfilling.
Now let me stop talking about soccer and turn to a topic that you enjoy more: my big cock inside Leo’s smooth ass. After a few hours under a hot sun at the park playing soccer we were very sweaty, and he gave me a blowjob in my car at the parking lot. I came in his mouth, he swallowed every single drop, I called him a good boy, and the naughty fag said “I’m much better at this than playing soccer, papi”. I brought him back to my place, we took a nice shower together, and took a nap together. I woke up horny again and wanted to bang his ass before taking him back home to his mother. I usually fuck his mother in missionary and I fuck him in cowgirl style, but when I told him to ride my cock, he asked me to fuck him missionary because he wanted to kiss me. I was not expecting this because both with him and with Julia I always choose the positions, so I told him that I would fuck him doggy first and if he opened his hole like a good boy I would fuck him missionary. And so he did. He put his gorgeous ass up like a real slut, and I lubed his tight hole and my cock, held his hips and went inside. I love to have a good view of his pussy so I almost finished like that, but I wanted to reward him, so I put him on missionary and fucked him hard, much harder than what I do with his mom. He hugged me, kissed me, and begged for me to breed him, and so I did. I put my seed really deep inside him and he had such a beautiful smile on his face.
Now I have a question for you, sexy Sam: am I giving Leo too much voice by letting him choose how I fuck him, and letting me kiss me while I fuck? This last fuck was way more romantic than usual, and I don’t know if I should take the risk of letting the boy falling in love. I still live by myself, and Julia lives with him, but I wanna move in and live with them. I’m afraid that, living with Leo under the same roof, I should be extra careful because I don’t want him to think that his mom is my gf and he is my bf. I want him to understand that I love his mother as my future wife, and I love him as my stepson and fag, but he is not my romantic partner. Any thoughts?
First of all, I’d just like to tell Master Arturo that I’m sorry Mexico didn’t win! I know soccer fans take that stuff seriously, so I’m sure he’s bummed!
I really love how Master Arturo is mentoring Leo with more masculine pursuits in the hopes that Leo can somehow be a bit manlier. Sadly, that rarely works. It certainly didn’t with me. Ultimately, Leo wasn’t born to compete with other Men … he was born to surrender to and serve them. That will always be his ultimate, um, goal.
The main issue of Master Arturo’s message involves the missionary fuck that turned a little romantic. I get why he’s worried about it, especially when Leo was begging to kiss him. That should probably be discouraged as much as possible. Most straight Alphas DO NOT kiss their faggots for this very reason, and I agree with it. Leo is in the prime of his youth, and these are the times when his training is most effective. So don’t kiss your fags if possible.
But as a position, missionary is the very best position for cunting faggots. I strongly encourage Alphas to fuck their faggots in missionary on a regular basis. Not only does the faggot get cunted easier, but the fag gets to watch its Master’s magnificent body in action during the breeding process! This imprints strongly on the fag’s psyche and brings it under deeper control. I always encourage it.
Master Arturo has a legitimate concern when he asks if he’s wrong for allowing Leo to make demands like he did during this latest encounter. A faggot should never tell an Alpha how to fuck it. On the other hand, an Alpha can certainly grant the requests of a faggot, especially one who is being a good boy. It might be good to put Leo on his knees and explain to him what he did wrong in this instance so he appreciates his place. Little sessions like that are good for adjustments as well as bonding.
Leo is a very good boy. I have no doubt he’s making mistakes out of innocence. With a little bit of loving training Leo will be able to serve with a mind and heart focused on what’s most important: service to Master Arturo!
The following post is part of a thread detailing the struggles of an innocent faggot named Noah who is being fucked roughly by a big-dicked Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I get questions about my classifications on my Hierarchy pyramid, and I try to explain my ideas as best I can. The “God Alpha” category might be the easiest to explain, because I think we all can conjure an idea about what that category of Alpha is like. In God Alphas we see supreme confidence, with other Alphas flocking around them to seek their advice and approval.
But what about the effect God Alphas have on the inferiors they own and use? Is that also measurable?
My blessed brother Noah has been faithfully serving a largely straight God Alpha he calls Master Hulk for quite some time now. Master Hulk has a gigantic dick and a huge, muscled body. He’s fucked plenty of girls, of course, but he’s also taken ownership of Noah as his personal faggot.
But apparently things have gotten a bit more defined between them since the last time Noah updated. But while reading this latest update, notice how Master Hulk’s God Alphahood has transformed Noah!
Hi Sam, this is faggot Noah again. Long time no see. I hope you are having a great summer, brother!
I wanted to share with you a quick update about my boyfriend and Master Hulk. He introduced me to all his friends, all of them straight, and some of them really homophobic. But Sam, he proved what a real Man is! He brought me with him to a birthday party full of his friends, and I was really scared. He literally arrived at the party proudly holding my hand and said “I know this might be weird because all of you have known me for dating multiple girls since high school, but I love Noah and he is my boyfriend now. If any girl here says something rude or homophobic and make him feel uncomfortable, I will just leave the party with him and not talk to you anymore. But if any guy does the same, I will punch your face, no matter how many faces I need to punch. Is that clear?” My mouth got wet craving for his big cock when he did that. It was the best example of a real Alpha attitude I have ever seen! He could easily date a girl and fuck me without telling anyone, and I would gladly accept to be his side cumdump. But no, he held my hand, introduced me as his boyfriend, and demanded respect on my behalf. I love my Hulk!
His friends reacted really well (or maybe they were just afraid of my man’s big arms lol). But they were all really nice and respectful. I had a really great time with all of them. The guys said that I was welcome to the group and we talked for hours about many different things. But something interesting happened after a while… we were all drunk after several drinks, and the guys went to the other room to watch a soccer game on the TV. Hulk held my hands and asked if I wanted to join them or stay outside with the girlfriends, and I was feeling really good with the girls, so I stayed outside. He kissed me on the lips in front of the girls and went back to the other room. Since we were all drunk and there were no men around, I guess the girls lost their social filter, and started talking about their intimacy with their boyfriends. How they fuck, how they behave after sex, their cock size, etc. And you won’t believe what happened! Most of them were high school friends, so they’ve known each other for many years. I was just quietly listening to the girls because 1) It was the first time I met them and knew nothing about them; 2) I didn’t know if Hulk wanted me to talk about our sexual life, so I wanted to respect his privacy. One of the girls, a really sexy one with big boobs, looked at me while we were still drinking and said “Noah baby, it was truly a surprise to see that Hulk liked boys, I would never guess he was gay, but what matters is that he is happy” (ofc she did not say Hulk, but I’ll keep referring to him like that to respect his identity). I didn’t want to explain anything about hierarchy and me being his faggot, so I just said “well, he is actually bisexual, he still likes girls a lot”, and just chuckled. I didn’t say that we have an agreement that I was his only boy, but that he can fuck as many girls as he wants. But the girl, already quite drunk and fearless to say what came to her mind, just answered “well, I don’t think bisexuality exists, if his cock gets hard for another man, he is gay, and that’s it, but not that I have anything against that”
I wasn’t offended at all, but I think one of the other girls noticed that this was not very kind to say, so she mocked at the first one saying “well, we all know why you are so surprised”, and all the girls started laughing. Then she confessed that years ago she lost her virginity with my Master Hulk! And in fact they told me that he fucked almost all the girls in the class both in high school and at college. I just laughed and said that everything was fine, and that what matters is that we were all happy with our current partners. Then another girl, also quite drunk, looked at the first girl and said “you’re just jealous because Noah takes the biggest cock in town and you weren’t able to do it” I was not expecting this at all! I blushed so hard, that I just looked at my glass and pretended that nothing happened, but for my surprise the girl with big boobs laughed too and said “well, am I supposed to be ashamed of that? I did my best, but it’s just impossible, we fucked a few times, but I always told him to finish on his hands, it’s too much of a work out for me, my current boyfriend has half of his size and it’s enough for me” all the girls were laughing in a friendly way, so I got a bit more comfortable. Even so, I didn’t want to expose my Master, so I just smiled and said “he’s in fact a really sweet guy”, but then the topic was already on his huge cock, so the girls wanted to know everything about it. Another one looked at me and said “you know, I truly admire the gays, I have a pussy and struggle to take some cocks, I can’t imagine how you guys can take it in the ass” at this point we were already more comfortable with each other, so I just chuckled again and said that it is all a matter of training, and the first girl, the one who lost her virginity to my Master, said “so you are probably training with a construction hammer hitting your butt, baby”
We kept laughing and drinking while the guys were watching the game, but I honestly liked the girls, they were really friendly, although really ignorant about what bisexuality means, and even more ignorant about how hierarchy works. When we were back home, my Master told me that most of the guys didn’t mention anything about me while they were only among the Men, but one of the guys asked him how it feels to fuck ass because his girlfriend refused to do it. My amazing Master told me that he just said “how it feels? warm and tight, but if you wanna try it, go find another one because Noah is already mine” Then he said that all the guys laughed at him and they kept watching the game.
When we were both drunk after the party we took a shower together, and he just said “how drunk are you? are you gonna throw up on my cock if I fuck your throat right now?” But I drank a lot of water and much less alcohol than the girls on purpose because I knew he would be horny after the party. So I got down on my knees, sucked his cock and balls like a pro, and the rest was on his hands, he didn’t even dry my whole body, he just rubbed the towels on my stomach and on my ass, picked me up on his Hulk arms, threw me on his bed, and I closed my eyes waiting for it. Since he was not sober, I thought he would just spit on my hole and go all the way down, but he was thoughtful enough to put lube in my pussy and on his cock. I can’t blame the girl for not being able to take his cock, I really can’t. He hugged be from behind after fingering me and just said “let’s go, baby, take my cock” and I didn’t even have time to answer him. He went all the way down, faster than usual. You know when a Man hugs you from behind and you can barely move? That’s what he loves doing to me, this is his favorite position. He hugs me with his huge arms, forces my body against the bed, and presses me until I feel the air leaving my lungs, while he pounds my ass with all his strength. And I love when he does it! He really banged my hole that day, I think the drinks plus his friend asking about how my ass feels turned him on a lot, because I could feel his balls pressing against my butt, my hole had not option other than accept his fate and surrender to that incredible Man. He also covered my mouth, which he had never done before, and kept repeating “that’s it, just like a slut, baby, I love you, my little slut, my good faggot” I just surrended, Sam. I didn’t try to talk or move, I just kept my eyes closed, my mouth shut while he was going deeper than ever. And it felt amazing, I loved to take him in all his raw Alpha energy. When he came, I was literally shaking in his arms, I felt my hole turning into a pussy around his cock, craving for his seed, my whole body was shaking. I guess I was cunted, I don’t know, but I know that it felt amazing. I felt like the world’s luckiest faggot when he started to shoot his cum inside me. And guess what, he fell asleep on top of me, with his cock still inside my ass. I tried to move him to the other side of the bed, but I call him the Hulk for a reason, his way heavier than me, so I just closed my eyes and felt his breath on my neck while he slept, and after a while I also fell asleep.
That’s it, Sam! Sorry for the long text, I hope it does not bother you to read it. But I wanted to share this update with you. Your thoughts were really important to me and I appreciate your support, brother. If I have more questions or another nice update, I’ll let you know. Thank you!
There is a certain confidence that comes over a faggot when their God Alpha Master accepts them as their personal and beloved possession. That was certainly the way I felt with Master Aaron and Master Chris. They loved me as more than a cumdump, and that changed my whole perception about myself and my place. I suddenly realized more was possible if I just served discreetly and enthusiastically remained obedient.
You can see that with Noah. The conversation with the drunk girls could’ve been bad if Noah had been insecure or felt the need to defend his place with his Master. However, because Master Hulk had so boldly defined his place within his Kingdom from the outset, Noah felt secure enough to simply stay quiet and protect his Master’s dignity.
And I cannot express the importance of this. Alphas love to know their faggots can be trusted to protect their personal information and interests. Alphas absolutely look at their faggots as extensions of themselves, obedient slaves that exist to glorify them and seek their pleasure.
I’m guessing that Master Hulk never talked to Noah about being his “boyfriend” (or being introduced as such) until the moment arrived. This is, again, very Alpha behavior. Alphas always assume they can claim anyone they want and that those people will simply bend to their will. This is absolutely true of God Alphas like Master Hulk. They dictate the terms, always. Noah was smart to simply roll with it and play along with the ruse!
I wish Master Hulk appreciated the legend he’s created with his dominance and his giant cock. These girls endlessly babbling about being railed by him right in front of his faggot is almost too hilarious! Noah really handled that well … I know how I am and how my smart mouth runs away with me. Noah was discreet and proper in the moment. Master Hulk should really be proud of him!
Noah asks me if I’ve ever had an Alpha hold me in that position while fucking/breeding me. YES! and YES I agree it’s an amazing position to be taken by a much larger Alpha (Master Aaron did this to me often). I was never cunted in this position, but I’m so glad Noah experienced cunting like that!
This is a really significant update from my brother Noah! There’s a real relationship forming here! I hope Noah remembers his place and devotes himself even more to service! Now’s the time to reinforce the disparity in their relationship! Yes, Master Hulk called Noah is boyfriend, but we all know the real truth underlying it.
Thank you, Noah! Beautiful update and a perfect example!
This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Of all the faggots I’ve known and mentored on this site, sweet Giovanni is absolutely one of my most beloved. He’s a genuine faggot, always eager to improve himself and other faggots in the sacred service of superior Men like his glorious Master, the great God Alpha Master Lorenzo. He has what all of the best faggots have: a tender naivete and wide-eyed innocence that allows them to serve in a perpetual state of wonder and awe. Alphas love to own faggots like them.
Master Lorenzo’s Protector Alpha actions to rescue Giovanni and his mother and bring them to him in Brazil are so unprecedented that I cannot overstate it. His skill in training Giovanni and his investment in bettering his sweetest boy touch my heart in ways that make me so grateful to be a tiny part of their lives.
I will always support, protect, and love my brother Giovanni.
Master Lorenzo has taken a partner with a transsexual named Mario, but like any God Alpha would, he’s chosen to keep Giovanni as his personal, live-in faggot. There’s simply no reason why a God Alpha should ever compromise his wants and needs in order to conform to a new partner. The world conforms to the desires of Alphas, not the other way around.
But sadly, Mario doesn’t get this simple truth. And the result? Continued friction!
Here’s a frustrating update from Gio:
helloooo brother Sam!! this is your little brother Gio, Master Lorenzo’s faggot! How are you?? I miss you, brother <3 <3
everything is going well here and my King is more and more amazing everyday. But we had a little situation here. As you know, he has a boyfriend now, Mario, and we all get along well, but sometimes Mario doesn’t deal very well with me living with Lorenzo… because he sees Lorenzo as a Man, I see him as my God and King. Mario lives by himself, Rafael (his other faggot) also lives by himself, I live with my Master, so they come here from time to time. Mario doesn’t have too many problems with Rafael because he usually comes to the house just once a week for Lorenzo to fuck him. Rafael is a very nice and sweet faggot, he has a beautiful smile and a firm ass, but he knows he is just a cumdump for Lorenzo (and he loves that!). But with me I feel that it is a little different because Lorenzo rescued me and my mom when we were broke living abroad, he found a nice apartment for my mother, helped her financially several times, and needless to say what he has done for me: he taught me English when I was living abroad, then he enrolled my in an English course when I moved back to Brazil, then he put me in his house, paid the credit card debts I had, and now he is paying my tuition at college! He really is a perfect and wonderful God, I don’t know what I would do without him. In return, he only wants my obedience, some house chores, my throat, and my pussy.
Going back to Mario’s situation… a few months ago, we were having lunch together (Lorenzo, Mario, and me). And I was truly excited with Nursing school!! To be honest, I have never been a good student, I almost failed in high school many times, but with Lorenzo’s support I learned English (which I thought would be impossible for me) and went back to school, and I am really enjoying the cool stuff I am learning to become a nurse. We were at the table eating together at Lorenzo’s apartment, and he asked me how was school. When I said that I was excited and confident for my exams, Mario simply said “I hope you get good grades, Lorenzo is spending a lot of money to pay for your tuition.” Omg Sam, I was sooo embarrassed, and I felt like a burden for him, I didn’t answer back because I didn’t want to be rude in front of my King, so I just said “yeah, I am studying really hard”. But I think my King noticed that Mario was just trying to throw cold water in my excitement because he looked at Mario and said “well, I don’t remember asking for your financial advise on how I spend my money.” There was a brief awkward silence, but we went back to normal right after that.
That was a few months ago, and from time to time Mario has demonstrated some rivalry with my presence. I talked to him in private without Lorenzo around and made it really clear that I am not his rival at all!! I explained that he is Lorenzo’s boyfriend, and I am Lorenzo’s faggot. We can both co-exist in his life at the same time and be a happy family. He said that he understood that and that everything was okay. And in fact their relationship is open, Mario is often sucking and riding other cocks (which for me is disrespectful but Lorenzo accepts it, so this is not my business…). Mario did not accept an open relationship just for Lorenzo, I guess he does not have my mindset at all. However, a few days ago, my heart broke when Mario suggested Lorenzo to send me to live with my mother so he could move in and live with my Master. I was soooo afraid of what would happen, brother. I know that Lorenzo loves both of us, but as a transgender man Mario has a nice and juicy pussy, so I know I will probably lose if my King needs to choose. But for my relief, Lorenzo immediately said “baby, I love you and you are more than welcome to move in, I have two rooms, and Gio can stay in the other room while you sleep with me, but don’t you ever think I’ll expel Gio from this apartment. This is not negotiable. You can either stay at your place and come here on weekends or learn how to live with me and Gio. But sending Gio to his mom’s house has never been and will never be an option.” What a relief!!! omg
Anyway brother, Lorenzo always tells me that I have nothing to worry about. He usually breeds me 3 times a week, so I guess it’s understandable that he gives attention to Mario on the weekends when he is here. My King told me to talk to you about it because he really respects your opinions and experience guiding younger fags like me. What would you do in my place, Sam? I don’t wanna cause a fight, I always accept what Mario wants to avoid conflict, and if he were cisgender I wouldn’t be afraid, but every time I see Mario taking a shower and think about his extra hole I am scared that my ass will not be enough to win this rivalry. When I say that to Lorenzo, he always tells me that there are billions of pussies around the world and if he is with me in his house is because my ass is better than any of these pussies, but I don’t know… I wanted to hear from you. My King is super supportive and I feel safe in his arms, so I guess I just need to trust him and not get upset when Mario makes comments about my presence in the house.
Giovanni couldn’t have a better attitude toward his service and his Master if he was programmed like a computer. He’s such a good boy! He truly cherishes serving his Master (which is unsurprising), but he also has such a deep respect for roles and proper behavior in general. I love him!
And I know Master Lorenzo loves Giovanni as well. How could he not? When Giovanni first came to be owned by Master Lorenzo, he struggled with English and struggled with motivation and direction in his life. To be honest, in those days I silently worried about him because of these things. But now Gio has found a profession that will pay him well and excite him every day, a job he can be proud of and make him Mom proud as well. It makes my heart soar knowing how well Gio is doing in so many ways to build himself up! I’m incredibly proud of him!
In my opinion, Giovanni’s submissive and attentive personality, his generosity, his respectfulness, and his devotion to fulfilling his purpose completely shame Mario. I’m continually disgusted by Mario/s ignorant, arrogant attitude. I find Mario’s personality to be completely repulsive, and I think he tarnishes Master Lorenzo’s legacy. There is no reason why this person should be allowed to act like this just because he has an extra hole.
Giovanni has been a loyal and deeply devoted faggot for Master Lorenzo. He works hard to serve Master Lorenzo and his household, and he does nothing but continually bless and validate Master Lorenzo’s Alphahood.
Meanwhile, this catty, arrogant bitch Mario keeps injecting contention and nastiness into Master Lorenzo’s life. No pussy is worth this much bullshit, especially when it involves openly insulting a cherished faggot like Giovanni. I take an insult to Giovanni as personally as an insult to me, and I can’t believe that Master Lorenzo doesn’t feel the same way.
But again, I will always defend Giovanni. Always.
Of course, I can’t tell Master Lorenzo how to rule his Kingdom. But I would hope that Master Lorenzo would do a more definitive job defending the innocent faggot who barely breathes before his Master breathes first. If a Man wants to be pussy-whipped, that’s his business, but that doesn’t excuse such bad, disrespectful behavior in my opinion. Right is always going to be right.
I love you, always, Giovanni!
Now, Gio added something else that I want to highlight:
Two unrelated but important things to finish: 1) I wrote this text on my phone and showed Lorenzo before sending it to you. He said “Sam will be proud of how much your English has improved in the past few years”, do you think so, brother?? Omg when I met you some years ago I would write all my messages on google translate and could only say hello and good morning hahaha that’s so crazy, all thanks to my King!! 2) our King, God, and Master finished his PhD in Physics two weeks ago!!! I’m soooo happy for him <3 our God Alpha is know a Doctor Alpha as well <3 <3
Sweet little Gio, it was soooo funny that you brought up the improvement in your English! While I was reading your letter, I was thinking to myself, “Gosh, this reads so well! And everything is spelled correctly!” Believe me, I noticed! So when you added this information, my heart blew up with love and pride! You are doing so well! Keep up the great work, my angel!!
As for Master Lorenzo … what can I even say?? There is literally nothing beyond his grasp and power. He accomplishes miracles upon miracles, so much so that I view him as superhuman! I called him a God Alpha long ago, and he continuously proves to me and everyone that he defines that status!
Congratulations, Master Lorenzo! You’ve worked hard, and you deserve all of the praise and glory!
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!
It’s been a long time since Ethan dropped off an update! I was starting to get legitimately worried for my brother, especially given how hard King Karter has been working him! It seems that little Ethan has rapidly ascended to the top of King Karter’s faggot hierarchy (remember that he owns three personal fags) after a rocky start. That’s really a credit to Ethan’s determination to be the very best faggot possible!
Here’s Ethan’s update:
Hi Sam,
I am sorry I haven’t updated you in a while. I have been very busy with finals, work, the gym, and my service to King Karter and his friends. In fact, he let me have most of May off to study for finals and focus on that, and just do that, work, and the gym. I also no longer work at the bar; I got a job at a company that sells premium tequila. (I actually got it through working at the bar and talking to the sales rep) And King Karter also made sure I had no dates and no working at his place so I could focus more on my studies. I did miss it. And at first I told him I could do it all, and I was fine (Mostly was craving his dick and his presence though), but he said no. I think he could tell I was getting too stressed out and did not want me taking dates or cleaning or working at his place. Even though I think it was probably a good thing- I passed all my finals and classes and was more focused on school, I missed working at his place even if it was just cleaning his toilets or shower, much less the scent training and suckin on him. But right after my last final, I went straight over there to clean and do laundry, and to help #1 with King’s dinner and lunch for the next day. King Karter cunted me 3 times that night and the next day (once that night and twice the next day), and I shot 4 loads while caged; the first was after I gave him a pedicure, and I was doing scent training with him. I was getting fried with poppers, and he just had me smell and lick clean his pubs, and that was enough to bring me over the edge since I was missing out for almost a month! I have been spending more and more time in my cock cage; I’m about the same amount of time as #3, about 75% of the week. King Karter would like it to be 100% by October, so I can do the whole month, like 1, 2, 3, and 4. I am going to set that as a goal for myself and try to do most of September so I can make it through October.
About a week after I finished school, I flew back to California to visit my mom, sister, and stepdad, then we went to Hawaii. I came back to Dallas from there last week, and I have already had two dates. I was supposed to go see my dad for the 4th of July, but he and I got into a huge fight. I told him I didn’t want to spend time with my homophobic, racist cousins and uncles (He is also a bit racist, but I don’t call him out on it as much). Plus, King Karter and his friends got an Airbnb to have a huge cookout (Party) for the 4th (starting tomorrow and going through the whole weekend). I would much rather serve and be around real Men – Kings- that value my true existence than be around racist Fucks that just talk shit! I would much rather be pounded and fucked by a bunch of men I call “Daddy” while they cunt me than be around my own dad! I know that sounds fucked up, but I’m kinda a bit pissed.
Do you think King Karter missed Ethan?? I loved that he cunted Ethan three times over two days, and I definitely understand spontaneously ejaculating while giving pedicures (it’s happened a couple of times to me too!) and during scent training. The “licking of pubic hairs” is a new twist on that I’d never heard before. But it’s very clear that King Karter loved being back inside his primary fag, and kept him all to himself rather than farm him back out to his Alpha pack.
I think it’s amazing that King Karter is so intimately involved in Ethan’s caged status that he has a plan to arrive at 100% caging of Ethan by October! You know an Alpha is the right kind to own faggots when he drills down and takes command of this kind of detailed training! When Ethan first fell under the control of King Karter, I was a little worried that King Karter might be a bot too rough for him, but it’s turned out to be a non-issue. King Karter is an incredible Master, and details like this just make me even more sure.
As for Ethan’s racist family, what can I say? My family is racist, too, and I spent much of my faghood getting bred and fed black Alpha cum in response just like Ethan. Racism speaks only at our ugliest side, and is rooted in traditions brainwashed into us by our sick, imperfect society. But any faggot who has served black Alphas can tell you that these black Men really are KINGS, and worthy of respect rather than hate.
I’m so proud of my hardworking brother Ethan! He’s making all of the right choices and growing in ways he probably never thought possible!
There’s a part two to this that deals with a question, but I want to separate that.
Olá Sam, sou um homem gay de 35 anos e encontrei seu site há algumas semanas e fiquei fascinado. Passei várias horas lendo histórias de caras como eu (gostei especialmente da história de Fabien e Anthony). Confesso que sempre pensei que era o único com essa estranha vida de servidão, porque até 7 anos atrás eu vivia uma vida de mentiras fingindo ser o que eu não era (um homem) devido à imposição de um pai extremamente religioso (um pastor evangélico). Há 7 anos, me tornei propriedade do meu jovem mestre, o que levou a que eu fosse espancado pelo meu pai e expulso de casa. Se não fosse pelo meu mestre, hoje eu estaria vivendo uma vida infeliz de mentiras ou morto. Mas o que me leva a comentar é a pergunta do Alpha Matt sobre mulheres. E devo dizer que um verdadeiro alfa molda todos ao seu redor para seu próprio benefício, incluindo mulheres, contanto que tenha confiança em seu poder. Digo isso porque hoje moro na casa do meu jovem mestre, uma casa que comprei com minhas economias e coloquei em nome dele, junto com ele e sua namorada oficial (noiva), a quem ele também domesticou com avidez, assim como fez comigo. Ela é apaixonada, obediente e leal a ele, enquanto ele tem a liberdade de fazer o que quiser, quando quiser, como sair à noite com os amigos, passar a noite em motéis ou até mesmo trazer outras garotas para fazer sexo aqui em sua casa, momento em que sua noiva e eu nos retiramos para o pequeno quarto que dividimos, para que o mestre tenha mais liberdade na casa com as garotas. Não sei se você ou seus seguidores têm interesse em saber mais sobre a minha história, mas de qualquer forma, continuem divulgando a verdade e saibam que seu site ajuda muitos gays em várias partes do mundo. Um abraço do seu admirador brasileiro.
Hello Sam, I am a 35-year-old gay man and I found your website a few weeks ago and was fascinated. I spent several hours reading stories from guys like me (I especially liked Fabien and Anthony’s story). I admit that I always thought I was the only one with this strange life of servitude, because until 7 years ago I lived a life of lies pretending to be something I was not (a man) due to the imposition of an extremely religious father (an evangelical pastor). Seven years ago, I became the property of my young master, which led to me being beaten by my father and thrown out of the house. If it weren’t for my master, today I would either be living an unhappy life of lies or be dead. But what brings me to comment is Alpha Matt’s question about women. And I must say that a true alpha shapes everyone around him for his own benefit, including women, as long as he has confidence in his power. I say this because today I live in my young master’s house, a house that I bought with my savings and put in his name, together with him and his official girlfriend (fiancée), whom he has also eagerly domesticated, just as he did with me. She is passionate, obedient, and loyal to him, while he has the freedom to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, such as going out at night with friends, spending the night in motels, or even bringing other girls home to have sex in his house, at which point his fiancée and I retreat to the small room we share so that the master has more freedom in the house with the girls. I do not know whether you or your followers are interested in hearing more about my story, but in any case, keep spreading the truth and know that your website helps many gay men in various parts of the world. A hug from your Brazilian admirer.
My brother, thank you for writing to me!
I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that you found this site and saw your own situation in the true stories here! That’s exactly why this site exists! I want people to understand that hierarchy is 100% real, and all of these experiences between Alphas and faggots are really happening all around the world! I thought I was alone at one time, too! I thought I was crazy to give up my life to serve the straight Masters who owned me! But then I began writing about my experiences and what I learned, and now I’ve met an entire world full of such experiences like yours! So thank you for writing!
I’m so proud of you for recognizing your purpose all by yourself and submitting to this incredibly powerful straight Alpha! You probably didn’t have a choice, but the fact that you listened to the truth inside of you is a huge step!
I’m also proud of your Master for understanding that he owns and deserves the whole world! Most Men (including Alphas) hold back from taking EVERYTHING, but your Master knows the truth! I hope someday I will be able to hear his story, too!
As for you, I definitely want to hear more from you and your experiences, brother! Thank you for blessing this site with your story!
Love,
sam the faggot
¡Hermano mío, gracias por escribirme!
¡No puedo decirte lo feliz que me hace saber que encontraste este sitio y que viste tu propia situación reflejada en las historias reales que hay aquí! ¡Esa es exactamente la razón por la que existe este sitio! ¡Quiero que la gente entienda que la jerarquía es 100% real, y que todas estas experiencias entre Alfas y maricones realmente están ocurriendo por todo el mundo! ¡Yo también pensé en algún momento que estaba solo! ¡Pensé que estaba loco por renunciar a mi vida para servir a los Amos heterosexuales que me poseían! Pero luego empecé a escribir sobre mis experiencias y lo que aprendí, ¡y ahora he conocido todo un mundo lleno de experiencias como la tuya! ¡Así que gracias por escribir!
¡Estoy muy orgulloso de ti por haber reconocido tu propósito completamente por tu cuenta y por haberte sometido a este increíblemente poderoso Alfa heterosexual! Probablemente no tenías otra opción, ¡pero el hecho de que escucharas la verdad que había dentro de ti es un paso enorme!
¡También estoy orgulloso de tu Amo por comprender que él posee y merece el mundo entero! La mayoría de los Hombres (incluidos los Alfas) se contienen y no toman TODO, ¡pero tu Amo conoce la verdad! ¡Espero que algún día pueda escuchar su historia también!
En cuanto a ti, ¡definitivamente quiero saber más sobre ti y tus experiencias, hermano! ¡Gracias por bendecir este sitio con tu historia!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling Tommy, a faggot who was claimed by his own Alpha father and his Alpha brother! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’ve recently featured more true stories about incestuous hierarchical relationships between fathers and sons and between brothers. I even dedicated an episode of the podcast to the subject. It has been an ongoing topic throughout my 11 years on this site, far more than I ever expected.
People ask why there are so many stories like these, and some question the validity of hierarchy itself. In my opinion, these stories only strengthen the case for hierarchy. These fathers and sons are born into these Alpha/faggot roles, and the need to fulfill their purpose is far too strong to resist.
But there is more at work here than that. You see, these Alpha fathers are driven not only by their natural instinct to protect and guide their sons, but they’re also driven by their natural instincts as Alphas. This is incredibly important, because these Alpha fathers have legitimate concerns about the safety of their faggot sons as they mature. How will they find their way to happiness and fulfillment as faggots while retaining the standards these Alpha fathers know are required of them?
Hence, the dilemma. Since I see this clearly, I don’t judge anyone in this situation. I’m here to explain it, apply the lessons learned, and use them to help others.
“Others” include a faggot named Tommy. He wrote to me to tell me the story of his own faghood, and how his Alpha father and brother enslaved him for his own good.
Hi sam!
My name’s Tom and I’m a long-time faggot reader of your blog, but never took the opportunity to write. But lately, you talked about the subject of Alpha fathers using ther faggot sons and I wanted to share some insights about it, cause that’s exactly what I live.
I am the son and the younger brother of two Alpha Males and I am the live-in slave-son of my Master-Father. My father Alex is the straightest of straight Men, a handsome and bright Superior Alpha. Hairy chest, bulging muscles, firm hands and feet, and big cock. My older brother Matt takes after him, just slimmer and taller and less hairy.
My father had us when he was 18 and 20, and raised us as a single dad since he was 22. I’ve always been the most submissive one in the family, but since I turned 18, I’ve become my father’s domestic and sexual slave. My older brother is now living his own life with his girlfriend, but he doesn’t live far away and we see each other regularly, so I have the opportunity to serve the two Men of my life.
So now, I’m a twink in his twenties serving a forty-something big hunk who’s also the Man who gave me life. My whole purpose is to be Daddy’s good boy and make his life better and happier.
For me, there’s something very natural and very smooth about serving and worshiping my father. Because even though my servitude has taken on a new dimension since I grew up to be an adult and definitely became his property, for me it is simply a continuation of the obedient and reverent son I have always been, whereas my brother outgrew it and became his own Man.
Of course, every family has its own dynamics, but the father is often the primary authority figure in his children’s lives, a man who must be respected and obeyed, who disciplines and corrects us. My brother and I have always been respectful and admiring of our father. But starting in his teens, like any self-respecting young Man, my older brother began to challenge his authority, to stand up for himself, and to assert his individuality. I did not. Because I’m not a Man, but a faggot.
Obeying my father, worshiping him and doing everything I can to please him and make his life easier and better, all of this is so obviously right to me. My father has always been my protector and my provider, always been the Man in the house. To earn his praises and hearing him say “good boy” has always been my main goal in life. Needless to say, for me, Father’s Day isn’t just a family holiday: it’s a holy celebration!
It’s easy and natural for me to treat him like a God, since he is literally my Creator. When I suck his cock, I cherish it all the more because that’s where I came from. It often seems unbelievable to me that I carry the genes of a God Alpha Male! But I know that nature and destiny have put me on this Earth to devote my life to this incredible man whom I have the honor of calling my Daddy.
My father is very happy with the sons he has given birth to. He summed it up this way one day: “I fathered an heir to carry on my legacy, and then I created my own slave to improve my life.”
Thank you for spreading the true about Hierarchy and for praisng the superiority of Alpha Males!
Tom
I’m so glad that Tommy sounds quite rational and happy about his place as his Father’s faggot. He’s not ruined, confused, or broken by the experience. Instead, he’s completed by it. Empowered by it.
Notice how deftly Tommy compares the Biblical story of God and his finest creation – Man – with the situation between his Alpha Father and himself. I think the parallel is apt and ingenious, and that’s why he worships his Father.
And I totally understand Tommy cherishing the cock and cum of his Father, since that’s “where he came from”.
I’m so proud of this hierarchically-aligned family. They recognize the truth and live up to it. Led by a powerful God Alpha, they have lived fulfilled lives.
I thank Tommy for sharing this important and impactful story of their lives!
Please do not share this because I don’t know if my faggot reads your page.
Hi Sam, I’m 28 and I’ve tried a lot, had my fair share of both women and faggots. Over the year I’ve settled and I’m happily straight.
Few years ago I ended up living with a faggot by chance and it showed me this site and I’ve enjoyed looking in from time to time. That faggot ended up serving me for over a year. My life was incredible. The fag took care of the house, the cooking, cleaning, laundry. I just relaxed. sadly it had to move out of the country when we finished university so that was it. I had to learn to look after myself again and it was painful.
Now years later I found myself wanting that again, on a whim I looked around for a fag. I was looking for a faggot that I could turn into a slave. Not young horny fags that only care about how hard you use them or a sub looking for a boyfriend. I have absolutely no interest in relationships with guys.
What I found has shocked me a little. I had a faggot reach out to me, it is twice my age but the connection was almost instant, and the similarities are still to end. We’ve both got the same job and role, in the same sector. it is looking desperately to be owned and to be honest, I want to own it. I find myself moving too quickly for my own comfort. We met up one day, and then again the following, I took it back to its flat and had it clean my boots and locked its cock. I had never done that before so quickly but it just felt so good and so right.
I’ve gone over a few more times and stayed the night, it begged me to sleep on the floor next to my bed. Of course I allowed it. nothing beats waking up next to a faggot on the floor. I woke up and it made me breakfast while it ate on the floor without being asked.
It wants to become my slave, my property and honestly I want to own it completely; physically, mentally, financially. The whole nine yards. it wants me to move in and take over “My flat” as it keeps calling it. It will sleep on my floor or a pulldown bed in my office but have no room of its own. it want for it to be nothing when it’s not serving me, and I agree.
However I am worried. When I look at my life I want to own my own house with or without a slave and I was looking to buy before I met it, I want find a wife, to start a family in future, raise my children. But I have this insane desire for control that has only been slightly satisfied when I literally owned another human. I cannot be alone in this dilemma, how do other men deal with this?
Master, thank you for writing to me! I wanted to respect your command to not publish your letter, but I had no other way to answer you except to publish it. I hope you will forgive me.
Your letter is such an incredible testament to the need straight Alphas have to OWN SLAVES and BE WORSHIPED. I wish more Men would be honest and get in touch with that need! The world would be a simpler and more straightforward place if that primal need Men have was fulfilled by the use and ownership of willing slaves! Sadly, that instinct is muted in most Alphas because the world says it’s “wrong” to own slaves for worship and service, but all that’s done is create a frustrated Alpha class trapped in an invisible cage of “proper” expectations.
In fact, you mention one of those “cages of proper expectations” when you brought up the idea of getting married and having kids, Master. That is what the world expects you to do … the way the world wants you to think and live. It set out that goal as an “ideal”, and therefore it is now set in your mind.
I’m firmly of the belief that Alphas should not have monogamy as a plan for their lives. Alphas are too powerful and too potent to be confined to one partner for life, saddled with children and jobs and suffocated by lost time and conquests. I can’t tell you how many straight Alphas have come to me in their thirties and forties decrying the fact that they didn’t know of faggot worship and service at a younger age! It’s been a lot!
As you’re discovering, owning a faggot (or faggots) expands what can be possible in your life. Faggots help you and other straight Alphas understand that you were born to have everything, not just a small, pre-determined portion. I’ve said it many times on this site: once straight Alphas taste the raw power of faggot ownership, it’s nearly impossible to ignore it.
Your letter is inspirational for every straight Alpha out there struggling to understand the deep need they have for worship, Master, but it’s also an inspiration for all of the faggots (especially older fags) who lack the confidence that a straight Alpha would want to own them. You own a faggot that is twice your age, but you don’t care about its age … you only care about its complete submission! Again, I’ve said this a million times: straight Alphas will own faggots that are older and/or are physically unappealing as long as they are (1) submissive, (2) worshipful, and (3) useful.
Master, your letter reveals a keen and focused intellect and a self-reflective honesty. You know exactly what you want, and I’m here to tell you that it is definitely possible to have it all.
Straight Master Jin is one current example of how this can be done. He’s now a successful doctor in Montreal, Canada. He owns two live-in faggots that he acquired while in college several years ago (when I first met him). He uses them sexually and domestically. He’s also in a serious, long-term relationship with a woman who is okay with him owning these faggots.
Now it wasn’t easy to get to this point. Master Jin went through several females who balked at the ownership of faggots. But here’s the key: Master Jin didn’t compromise what he wanted for his life. He loves owning his faggots, and any woman who wants to be a part of his life must acquiesce and accept his faggots. He’s told me multiple times that he will always own faggots, because only faggots can make a straight Alpha in to a god. A GOD!
Master Jin’s Alpha straight friends in college also owned faggots, but they caved when females objected to the ownership of fags. That’s a flaw in themselves as far as I’m concerned. Master Jin is proved to be even more powerful as other Alphas around him fall to peer pressure and the expectations of the world. Can you see what I mean, Master?
I’m here to tell you this: the world belongs to you, Master, and you can have ANYTHING you want ANY WAY YOU WANT IT. You can have the wife and the 2.5 kids (I’ll even throw in the white picket fence) AND also stock it with faggots that serve all of your needs. You can own a KINGDOM like that, Master!
It’s only limited by your own limiting beliefs, Master. If you stick to your own vision, inferiors will kneel and obey you. If you surrender your vision, then it becomes a cracked and leaky foundation that will bring it all down.
I have a feeling you are the straight Alpha capable of having it all, Master! There’s a reason why my hierarchy diagram has a “God Alpha” category in it … there are simply some Alphas who control it all and do whatever they please!
