The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a faggot named Matt who is owned by an intense 35-year-old Alpha named Master Connor. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I first met my brother Matt and the learned of the brutality of his new Master Connor, I warned against continuing to serve him because I feared something bad might happen to Matt. And while the jury is still out on that eventuality, I’m delighted to be able to say that my initial feeling about Master Connor was dead wrong.
He’s not a Destroyer Alpha in the traditional sense, He’s a Destroyer Alpha the way a controlled explosion effectively tears down useless structures.
Matt shared a lengthy recent experience so profoundly thrilling that I’m tempted to break it into a couple of parts. However, I think I’ll keep it all together so you can really ingest and appreciate the full power on display here.
Over text, I let Master Connor know that I expedited the shipping for my new cage and it would arrive before I see him next on Saturday right before his kickboxing lesson. He seems to really be enjoying and benefiting from the sessions! His new underwear arrives later today!
He told me the keys to my current cage are in his locker at the gym. News to me! But I also thought he’d bring them back after his workout. No! He said I’ll need to be there. And that I should arrive to the gym before his session, watch him and then he’d retrieve the keys afterwards.
Wow. What an opportunity to watch him in all his Alpha glory while I wait on the bench with my clit about to be downsized!
He told me not to wear panties because he plans to have me change cages in the locker room. Yikes! I thought he’d at least wait until after we were back to his place. He said to instead wear “some lame excuse for male underwear. Don’t overdo it fag. You’re not a Man. You’re a fucking loser.”
I wasn’t sure what to wear when he said that… I’m so used to being in lacy panties when I show up and he uses me. I only have a couple pair of “regular” underwear but they seem almost too masculine?
So without any filter, I suggested “like tighty whities Sir?”
His response was complete laughter. I’ve never seen so many emojis and “Hahahahaha” reactions in a row. He clearly thought it was entertaining. He finally said “Yeah.” with a devil horns emoji. He also told me to bring a pink skirt I’ve worn before so I’m not sure how that fits into the equation.
Tomorrow will be an interesting day. I’m excited to downsize for him and serve him fully. Yet I don’t know what this new venue and set of directions will entail. Not for my faggot brain to solve!
Either way, I’m sniffing his underwear as I write knowing it will all be for the better and tomorrow will be an incredible day.
When Matt sent me this message, I replied that I was curious about what he was planning with the underwear business. But of course, I’m just a faggot, and I had no way of seeing exactly what astounding things Master Connor had in mind:
Well my mind is blown! You said he may have a purpose with all of his violence and tactics. Not sure if this is it but wow has my dynamic of service to Master Connor changed as of last night! Here is an update to what I shared with below( the day before meeting him this weekend).
I arrived at his gym early so Master Connor would be sure to see me as he walked in. Pure butterflies in my stomach.
When he walked in he slightly nodded at me but continued on to the locker room to get his equipment.
He was chatting it up with the other Men there and the trainer started giving them some warm up exercises to do. I was so mesmerized by Master. He was confident, intense and focused. Soon the smell of sweat and testosterone filled the air. The sounds of the bags being kicked and punched, the primal grunts, the sound of feet quickly shuffling on the hardwood floor.
I’m sure my mouth was just gaping open the entire time as I watched on in an almost hypnotic like trance.
During a break, he came over and simply said “go get me some water and a towel faggot.” It wasn’t loud enough for others to hear but it also wasn’t a whisper. I jumped to my feet and hurriedly got what he demanded. After chugging the water and wiping his face, arms and torso with the towel he threw it toward me and I caught it right as it hit my face. It was magical. I kept trying to discreetly bury my face into it throughout the back half of his workout not knowing if I’d ever get such a pleasure again.
When it came time to end the session, the other Men went to the locker room while Master Connor chatted with the trainer. Eventually he motioned for me to follow him to the locker room. By that time, some of the Men were already heading out. There were probably only one or two still finishing up with one headed to the shower in just his towel. It was such a dream to be in their presence!
After we were alone in the area, Master Connor told me to strip down to my underwear which I did without hesitation. He told me how pathetic I was to be in my tighty whities with my clit caged in a Men’s locker room. He tossed me the keys and told me to turn away and swap the cages. And to hurry up “so none of these guys have to see a faggot be so disgusting in their space.”
It didn’t take long to get the cage unlocked and get the new one out of my bag. But then it happened. My clit began to expand and get slightly chubby – weak but still larger. I was panicking because I knew I needed to hurry up. Master Connor had finished putting away his gear and turned to see me still fidgeting. “What’s taking so long faggot? You forget how to lock that nub away?”
I embarrassingly told him what was happening. He nodded. Told me to pull up my underwear. I did so, not knowing how that would help. Then, without warning, he turned me around and directly kneed me in my fag nuts. Hard. I immediately fell to my knees and gasped. He let me writhe in pain for a few seconds before simply saying “hurry up you stupid slut.” Then I realized that my clit had almost full retracted and so I scrambled in my agony to get the tiny cage secured. Once I did, I thanked him for helping me. It felt weird to impulsively say that – it hurt a bunch and probably wasn’t the only solution but he provided a solution… HIS solution. He just shook his head half smiling like he was just embarrassed for me as a human being and I could understand why. We couldn’t be more different in our places in the hierarchy.
He then grabbed my head and pushed it into his crotch where I stayed inhaling his natural power for a minute. He said he needed to piss and I followed him to a stall still just in my underwear. He quickly sat down and pulled his thick dick out and let his stream go right into my open mouth and down my willing throat. Before long he was face fucking me and I tried not to verbally gag too much knowing there was still one Man just finishing his shower nearby. Instead of cumming down my throat, he painted my face with a very thick, large load. He left the stall and told me to stay. There I was, nearly naked in the smallest cage possible and covered in his Alpha seed with piss and dick on my faggot breath. I’m sure I was quite the sight to see.
He came back a few minutes later with my bag. Told me to get dressed but to leave his load on my face. We left the gym and only the trainer was still there but on the far side of the space – just waving to Master Connor from a distance as we left. I was feeling both anxious to be in public wearing such an obvious cumshot on my face but also proud and calm as I walked a few steps behind the Alpha that had given me this incredible gift. HIS gift.
As we made it to his place, he told me to get properly dressed – which I assume meant putting on the short pink skirt. When I opened my bag I noticed my old cage wasn’t there. Did he keep it? Did he throw it away? No time to think about it and I wouldn’t dare ask. I suppose that older, larger cage is in my past anyway. So I move on, pulling up the skirt over my underwear and taking off the rest of my clothes. I start preparing dinner while he’s on his phone as I’m not sure what to do next. I then feel a very firm slap to my ass and I could feel his breath on my ear. I think dinner was about to wait.
I don’t remember verbatim but he said something like: “Such a dirty slut. Prancing around my house just asking for it and already wearing a load on your face. What a fucking whore you’ve become.”
This was new! I didn’t know what was happening. Was it role play? How should I respond?
He was cupping my ass and I whimpered saying “I’m your slut Sir.”
Another hard smack to my ass. Then I heard it for the first time: “Good girl.”
My head was spinning. I’d always been willing to feminize myself to some extent – I mean, I’m definitely not a Man – but really only to further myself from the concept of masculinity. So panties or the like. Now my Alpha was telling me I was a “good girl”?!
Before I could think much more about it, he let loose a barrage of slaps to my ass and then yanked down the back of my underwear. I heard him spit on his dick and then it was buried inside me almost instantly. I was leaning over the counter as he took me hard, fast and without any consideration for my pussy. His finger fish-hooked my open mouth as I blubbered gibberish during his assault on my cunt. The way he pulled on my mouth made my head turn back enough towards him that I watched as he methodically and powerfully drove his dick deep into my guts.
He was completely lost in his rut. I was a hole and he was fucking it relentlessly. A Man on a mission. Then as I could feel him get closer, the affirmation-based questions started as his fingers were still deep in my mouth.
“Who is my dirty little slut?”
I am Sir
“Who owns you?”
You do Sir
“What are you?”
I’m a faggot Sir. Your faggot Sir.
“Good girl.”
Then a few more thrusts and his load was coating my insides. He stayed inside my battered, swollen hole for a moment. I tried to gain my composure but I was still trembling from the breeding. He finally pulled out and I dropped to my knees to clean his incredible cock.
He eventually pulled me off his dick and pulled me up and my underwear up too. He took off his shirt and told me to order dinner for both of us and join him on the couch. He wanted me to stay?! To eat together?!
I cuddled up next to him as he watched TV and scrolled on his phone. Occasionally grazing my head across his still sweaty chest. Then I did something I’ve never really done before with him. But this was a day of firsts! I began to kiss his chest and his arms. Only a little at first. I looked up at him and he was staring back. He didn’t say anything which I felt gave me permission to continue. So I did and then I got bolder. Nuzzling my face into his pits and licking around his chest. In that moment I felt his fingers go down the back of my skirt and underwear and find my very-tender pussy. He pushed in and I groaned into his pit. It hurt but it was so amazing I didn’t care.
Soon his fingers were deep in my mouth as he fed me part of the load he’d just shot into my cunt. I was in a state of pure ecstasy.
Around that time the food arrived and luckily they left it at the door – I couldn’t imagine someone seeing me in my current state. Not much was said as we ate and he mostly watched TV. I just kept staring at him with absolute lust and admiration. As I put away the dishes and cleaned up, I started to grab my bag assuming he was ready for me to leave.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He said from the couch. “Did I say you could leave faggot? You got somewhere more important to be?”
I quickly put down the bag and said “No Sir. Sorry Sir, I just didn’t want to be in your way.” He had already shot two loads today (at least) and finished dinner. I assumed he was done with me. Not the case!
He had me get the shower started and then got in. I just watched from a distance. What an incredible Man. Every aspect of him was pure power and superiority. He had me dry him off and then he fell onto the bed. I stood there for a moment unsure of what to do.
“If you’re going to stay the night, you better get to work on my feet because they are sore from all of this kickboxing. That’s on you faggot.”
Stay the night?! I was speechless. I must have waited too long because he snapped.
“Jesus. Nevermind. Just get the fuck out you stupid bitch.”
I immediately came back to reality and within no time I was massaging and worshiping his feet with passion that I didn’t know I had. Occasionally saying “thank you Sir”. And, after a few minutes, eventually hearing back “good girl.”
I know this has been a long update so I’ll give you the second (shorter part) very soon! Spoiler: I did stay the night and was of service this morning. I’m just now trying to fully work through all that has happened in the past 24 hours and I’m set to see Master Connor again following his session Tuesday. Praying that my pussy will be recovered enough by then to take another round of assault.
I don’t know where this is all headed but I’m constantly surprised by the journey and just how much more obsessed I can become in my faggot servitude to such a deserving and strong Alpha Man.
I cannot really even process this experience! I almost feel like I was also taken and bred by Master Connor through my brother Matt!
Master Connor’s manipulation of Matt in the locker room is a master class in keeping a faggot off-balance and begging for more. Matt is already starving for every aspect of Master Connor’s body and mind, but training like this significantly ramps up that desperation.
Even more dramatic was the bathroom stall mouth fuck and facial! Dumping a massive load on Matt’s face and then forcing him to walk through that gym with it plainly visible to everyone is HUGE! You can actually hear the effect in Matt’s words. He’s delirious and deliriously fulfilled!
I don’t know what kind of experience Master Connor has had in his life as an owner of faggots, but it’s pretty clear he knows exactly what he’s doing. Yes, he’s aggressive, but it’s used in targeted ways that forces Matt into perpetual subspace.
I’m looking forward to finding out what happened the next morning!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s a beautiful thing to see a true Alpha Master sculpt a faggot into whatever he needs. It’s almost like a composer writing a symphony and then leading an orchestra to perform it. Real Masters know how to manipulate the minds and hearts of their faggots so the faggot can reach peak performance.
Master Steve is absolutely a mindfucker extraordinaire.
His faggot Mike wrote to me to update me about the latest adjustment in Master Steve’s training.
What an interesting few months this has been and honestly life changing and almost freeing.
I feel like I am becoming so comfortable with finally letting my guard down, release my old ways and simple Master Steve guide me.
I am now staying locked about 20 days a month, still a bit hesitant going to gym and being exposed with chastity. Steve had me drink his and his black friends piss at the gym one afternoon. It was so rewarding and strange at same time to hear Kevin tell Steve thanks for letting me use your faggot.
I think in some ways even my family almost knows, they adore Steve, they seem to ask Steve’s permission before mine now. Steve had me bake a cake, he took it to my mom and said he had made it for her. She called me later and said she was happy I had such a good man like Steve.
I have learned that if I am not locked, he doesn’t want to fuck me or let me drink his piss. So I now stay locked without him asking, because I need his dick and piss I have learned.
The other day a package came. It was 3 different size butt plugs and some device, later finding out it was a piss gag. He just told me, I would be learning a few new things come up. I over heard him on phone telling a friend, that he was going to begin having me learn to wear plugs throughout the day. I heard him laughing saying he’s gonna really have fun showing off cage and plug at gym. And not really sure what his plans are for the piss gag.
Butt plugs and a piss gag, eh? Something’s afoot!
But it’s becoming clear that Master Steve is truly claiming Mike as his personal property. Mind you, he’s shared Mike with other Alphas to this point. But listen to the following update:
I’m am becoming more appreciative of how the chastity has helped me and I do think everything he has done has only been to help reset and retrain me to be the faggot he needs me to
It’s interesting how he continues to fine tune things. One night we had a long conversation about limits things I like things I don’t like he asked me several pointed questions. I guess to see how comfortable I was with different scenarios. We both set some hard limits what’s interesting he even allowed me to set some for him. He talked a lot about this being a positive experience for both of us and making him a better man (he never refers to himself as an Alpha or Master, Which I find interesting) and me a better faggot.
I had asked him the question why was it so important for me to get off the apps when he still occasionally has me Service other guys. He kinda Laughed and then proceeded to ask me a question. He asked me was it more important for me to please myself or to please him. I said well, of course to please you. He said exactly he said when I was on the apps, I was only pleasing myself and pleasing other guys focusing on their needs and not on his. He said when he’s asking me to service a guy he said he gets pleasure out of it or It’s to serve a purpose for him.
A few weeks after that conversation, we were out one night and one of my old friends with benefits, came and put his arm around me and asked me when Was not gonna let him fuck me again. Steve over heard this, and proceeded to tell him “look buddy first of all get your hands off of him second of all you’re never going to fuck him again.”
You can almost feel the tension of this encounter between Master Steve and this other guy! It was Master Steve’s Protector Alpha side roaring to the forefront! It must’ve been thrilling for Mike to have this powerful Alpha defending him!
Mike related another little detail that caused my little fag heart to skip a beat:
By the way, I was very shocked that you actually did a podcast, including me and my master Steve in it…. I believe it was podcast 266 trust your master. I actually let Steve listen to it, and he Was smiling and nodding his head During most of it. At the end, he said good advice, He said maybe I needed message Sam that faggot. Share my thoughts on why I’m doing this as well.
I love when Masters find out that I’m out here coaching their faggots and praising them publicly! It gives me a little anxiety, I’ll admit, because I want to represent these great Men in a properly-respectful way. I’m so glad I received Master Steve’s seal of approval!
The following post is part of a thread following the development of a college football faggot named Ethan who finally found the circumstances to serve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
There’s no doubt that my previous site FagsWorshipAlphas and this one have had a large number of underage visitors lurking on them. In the first year of the site (on Tumblr) I shooed away questions and conversations from minors because I didn’t want to deal with the headaches or legal issues.
But I kept encountering kids who were putting themselves in frightening situations or trying things they didn’t understand, so I relaxed my standards a bit to try and give solid, fully transparent advice. I began to look at it this way: I would’ve loved to have had someone to talk to and get advice from when I was fumbling around in the darkness of my teen years as a burgeoning faggot. Despite what my critics suggest (without evidence), I desperately want to help people find their truth. And minors are people, too.
One of the most wonderful faggot brothers I’ve ever met on this wild internet journey of mine was a then-sixteen-year-old faggot named Ethan. In 2022 Ethan wrote me a heartfelt letter after I threatened to put up a paywall around FWA. He was desperate to hang onto the one thing that taught him the absolute truth about his life, so he reached out to somehow keep in touch with me.
Here’s what he wrote to me back in April of ’22:
Dear Sam, My name is Ethan, and I am a 16-year-old Faggot. I have been coming to your website for the last year and a half, almost 2 now. I saw your most recent post about making it a paid site and wanted to write this email to you for two reasons before it’s too late.
First, I was wondering if you could give me some advice. You see I have known I was a faggot since I was 10 years old. When I was in 5th grade I was in love with my 5th-grade teacher. He was such a nice and awesome teacher! He was always positive and supportive. I would always ask him if I could help around the classroom. Such as organizing the classroom library, wiping the desks down, hanging up classroom art, Sharping pencils, and, more. I was so excited to see him each day and help him out and wanted to do every for him. I also started having sexual dreams about him towards the end of the year. I didn’t know if I was gay or not, But I know I wanted to do anything he ask or said to do. Of course, he NEVER EVER touched me or did anything sexual! But I felt he had power over me and I loved it! He was just an amazing teacher. I was hoping you can give me the advice to help me find an Alpha. I have read a few posts on your site that you suggest for faggots my age find someone around the same age. But you see I am only attracted to older men, like at least 30s- 60s. Plus I am not out to a lot of people at my school yet, only a few think I’m Bi. I have tried using Grinder, but I have run into many problems. One is that most Alphas I like, are not into guys like me. You see I’m Very masculine, I’m 6′ tall, and about 225 – 230 pounds, I am on my High School’s JV Football team. I play MLB, (which is middle linebacker) Or FB (which is Full back). I also love to work out, and I can squat about 400 libs, (I have big Thighs hehe). I also can grow facial hair so I can look older than I really am. Anyways, Alphas on Grinder, always want small skinny, twink, Fem boys. Or they want boys to dress up and act like girls, and I am not that. Also, I don’t want to change, I like who I am, and I love football and sports. The other problem with Grinder is my age. I have met up with a few alphas, and I had to hide my age. But as soon as I tell them they ghost me. For example, I had been seen this one guy who was like in his 40s. for a few weeks and I had sucked him off 3 times, and last week I think he was getting suspicious about my age. He thought I was in college, but when I talked about school, the fact I go every day, and a few other details he finally asked straight out how old I was. It wasn’t like I was lying to him, like flat out, I just didn’t give him details. After that, he was mad and stop talking to me. I totally understand, they don’t want to get into trouble, and I did feel really bad about lying, and I do not want to lie to my alphas, because I know it’s not right. I just don’t know how to find one that will be ok with my age. Could you please give me some advice on how to find the right Alpha? I know I should not be lying to Alphas about my age or anything else but how do I find one? And one that likes me for me? Or should I change for my Alpha? Should I try to be more Fem. or dress like a girl for them? It’s just that, that is not really who I really am. I also wanted to send you this email because I wanted to say Thank You Soo Much, for making this site. even though I won’t be able to see if it is for pay since I do not have a credit card. I wanted to thank you for helping me so much. I know who I am now. Before I found your site I thought I was fucking crazy, or a very, Very, sick pervert. Just because I would fantasize and have dreams of men using me. Even though I was ok with myself for being gay, I thought it was sick to be thinking that I wanted older men to use me as a slave, and just a sexual object and for them to hurt me or say hateful things to me like call me a faggot or dog or wanting to be lesser than them and not equal. But you helped me know that it is all a part of nature, what the Hierarchy is, and my place in it. You helped me understand that I am not sick in the head, and there are many other Brothers like me out there. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. You kind of saved my life! And if you still put the paywall up I understand. Please do not listen to the Fucking Haters! You also save so many that don’t email you, like I didn’t for the past year. Whenever I do get a credit card, your site will be the first one I sign up for! Thank you again, for everything you have done in the last 5 years! Happy Anniversary! I hope I can still stay in touch and let you know when I find an Alpha!
Thank you, Sincerely, Ethan
Can you see why I don’t judge minors as being too young to have honest conversations with about serious, life-altering decisions and courses of conduct? Ethan was clearly intelligent and in full control of his choices. He simply needed someone to talk to that he could trust, and I was that person.
Beyond that, I definitely felt drawn to him because he was honest-hearted. He admitted certain urges that others might try to hide for fear of judgement. I found Ethan to be quite mature and thoughtful for his age.
Sadly, I was headed to prison a few months later and my time to help him was limited.
Fortunately, Ethan reached back out to me recently and we reconnected. And I was glad to find out he’s now in college, but more than that, he’s finding his way as a faggot:
This is Ethan, we emailed back and forth a few times back in 2022 and 2023. I emailed you about finding alphas and meeting men on Grinder and how you told me to be myself even though I am a masculine Faggot, and not a femboy, that some alphas are into that. Since you gave me advice, I stopped using Grinder until I turned 18. I’m 19 now and turn 20 in June. I looked at FagsWorshipAlphas.com, hoping you would return when your “vacation” was up, but then it went down, and I thought I would never see or talk to you again. I found Hierarchy University a few days ago and am so glad I did. I have a few more questions and wanted to update you.
First, I think I found an Alpha! So I am at a university in Texas, and I have been going to a local Gym with some friends I met at school. Back in November, one of my friends said he saw a guy in the locker room wearing a cock cage. I was super intrigued, and it was hard to hide it. After we (they really) had a hard laugh about it. I asked him when he saw him and what he looked like, so I could maybe check it out. He gave me some info. But I never saw him whenever I would go by myself.
Eventually, I was with my friend and a few others, and he pointed the guy out to us as we were lifting. I did not go over to him then because I was with friends and too nervous. But at least I know what he looked like. It took me until February because of school and work, when I was able to get a brief idea of his schedule. He usually comes to the gym in the morning on the weekends and MWF in the midday and afternoons. It took me a while until I was able to talk to him, I was either always with my friends, or too shy, or there were too many people around.
Finally, in the middle of March, I caught him at the gym on a Sunday morning. The gym is usually void of a lot of people (most are at church), so I had to time it just write. I saw he was done with his set and treadmill, and he was walking to the locker room, and I followed him in. This time he was wearing his cage; I noticed a few times he wasn’t. So I followed him into the sauna, and there was another older man in there already. I waited until the older man left, then I started making casual talk. His name is Alan, and I asked him if he went to my school, which he did, but graduated like a year and a half ago. I then complimented him on his cage, and he smiled and said that it was a smaller one than he started with. I later found out he thought I was an alpha and was trying to pick him up haha. So I asked him if he had a master or Key holder, and he said he did. We talked for a bit about Alphas and Faggots. I told him I was a Faggot too, and was hoping he could give me some insight on how to find an Alpha like he did. He also said he had read your old site for a long time and saw it when it was first on Tumblr, right before that went dark too. Then two other older men came into the sauna and we had to cut our conversation short, just as well, cause I was also getting hard from talking about it all with someone one lol.
So after a while, we both decided to leave we went into the showers. I took a very quick shower as I did not want to miss him when he got out. As I was changing, he came out and I sat on the same bench and we chatted a little more, about other things, as there were others around. When we walked out, we exchanged numbers and we talked on the phone quite a few times after that. He told me that his Alpha was a black man Named King Karter and he and 3 other faggots worshiping him. Two of them are older, and online, mostly like Findom really. And one other he has had for a long time that is used sexually and demstically. They serve him by cleaning and cooking for him, financially by giving him some of their paycheck, and in other ways, and Sexually. I asked if King Karter was looking for more faggots and if I could meet with him. He had said he would ask his King the next time he would get a chance, but wasn’t sure.
A few weeks went by, and Alan called me and he said his alpha would have an interview with me. So he told me this before, but I will explain it. So his alpha has an interview with prospective faggots now, that want to serve him. Because he had one faggot that served him for a while and then just bailed because he did want to do a few of the certain things that his King was asking of him. This way he makes sure he only picks Faggots that are willing to do everything that is asked of them and know what to expect and how to serve. To prepare me for the interview, Alan talked to me and told me everything to expect, so I was prepared. Some of the things were like, will I cook and clean his apartment, which was a natural yes. Sexually, he said he is very, very dormant, which is most of the time. Which was ok with me although I told him I had not ever been fucked yet. He said as long as I’m ok with getting fucked and practice beforehand (which is a bit hard to do while living in a dorm) I was good. Alan said the first time is usually the hardest and roughest because he wants the Faggot to know how hard he can get. Alan said his King gave him black eyes and a split lip the first time, but he is not like that every time. Alan said his King also makes the faggots wear cock cadges at all times in the apartment, even when just cooking and cleaning or when the King is not home and when or / if they go out together. Because he said, his King finds it very offensive that faggots gets hard around him. Alan also told me that his King also has him and all his faggots use poppers constantly every time they are there, even when they are not having sex, he makes them watch popper training videos all of the time while working out their cunts, and while doing chores. I had never done poppers before this, but I know what they are.
I wanted to ask you, are there any side effects from using them a lot? I found conflicting information online. He also told me about one other aspect of service.
And finally, this was the big one, He said his King pimps him and the other faggot out to his friends and others. I told him I wasn’t sure if I could do that. Alan said that that was why the other faggot left. Alan said, He wasn’t sure about it either at first, but after a while, he realized that it was a Win, Win, Win scenario. He gets to have a lot more sex and practice with other men and pleases other alphas sexually, and he can take the things he learned from others and use his skills on his King, He said he is not allowed to have sex with anyone else like no hookups on Grinder, because his King does not want any risks of STDs. This way, his King can screen his clients beforehand, making sure they are all STD tested and Free. Alan also said he feels safer because his King knows where he is and who he is with, so he is not with some potential psycho killer. Also, it is a win for the clients as they will have a quality faggot to use. And finally, King Kater wins because he gets money and has us practice our skills, so when we come back, we can perform better for him. That was the basics of it.
I said I would have to think about the sex-selling part, and after a few weeks, I finally got comfortable with it. Alan sent him pics of me in a jock strap and Alan said his King liked my look. We had the interview a few weeks ago.
I also wanted to ask you if alphas tricking out their faggots is that a common thing? And what should I be aware of?
Since this email is getting long, I will let you know how the interview went in another email if you want to hear about it. I had it a few days ago, it was intense! 🙂 Really not what I was expecting.
Well, I am really glad you are back and love the new site! And I am glad I found you again!
Thanks Again, Sam!
Love you!
Ethan!
I thought this was an incredibly promising situation, but things got even better when Ethan was allowed to meet King Karter in the flesh!
Here is what happened last Sunday (4/6). Alan said I would have an interview at 11. I left my doom very early, went to a nearby gas station bathroom, and cleaned myself out just in case. I arrived at his apartment at around 10:45. When I was walking up to his place my stomach was in knots. When he opened the door, he was huge, like 6’3 bold, and goatee. He was wearing just some basketball shorts.
He told me to sit down and we talked for a good while. It felt like a work interview. He asked me where I grew up. When did I start thinking and knowing I was a faggot. How many men have I served? I told him the details I told you a few years ago like knowing when I was about 10. and about Grinder. I also told him I had never been fucked which I was nervous about, but he didn’t mind he did make sure I was willing to be fucked and breed, and I said yes absolutely! I just never found a guy I was comfortable with. I told him how I met Alan and how I was looking for an Alpha. I told him about your website (the old one because I didn’t find this one yet) and how you gave me great advice and really helped me, He said he heard about the site from # 1, (I will explain that later) and that he looked at it a few times but he liked this site called fagmaster or fag life, better because it was more for alphas, but he said you do good work to help faggots like me know their place. He said he hadn’t gone to them in a while because they went down too. (I think like yours I guess) I never heard of them so I don’t know.
Then he talked to me about his life and how he learned how to own faggots. He said he was always attracted to white boys but only had females sexually until he was 19 and got arrested with some friends carjacking and having pot on him. He said that while he was serving time in jail he learned how to use faggots. King Karter considers himself Bisexual. And sometimes had girlfriends but he has been more and more recently into white boy faggots. He said he only uses white boys faggots because he believes they need to pay restation for what they did to his ancestors. He said, “They raped us and used us and made us their slaves and now I do it to their children.” I did tell him I had family on my dad’s side who lived in the South and fought in the Confederate in the Civil War. He seemed to like that and laughed. I also told him I have family that are big right-wingers, and who are huge Trumpers and MAGA, and even some I think although I’m not sure are in the Proud Boys, I told him I wasn’t sure, but he liked learning about that I guess and smiled.
He then told me all of my duties if he took me as his faggot. Cooking and cleaning the apartment. That I must wear a cock cage at all times. He said he finds faggots being hard around him offensive and I do not have the right to have a hard dick. He said even when I’m doing chores such as laundry I would still have to wear one. I told him I understood but I said I had never put one on. He said I would get used to wearing it.
He also told me I was not allowed under any circumstances to have sex with anyone else without his knowledge or permission. And only with clients. I need to be tested for any STDs at least 2 times a month and must be on Prep(which I was) and Doxypep (which I wasn’t but now I am)
He also, said that he owned 4 other faggots, and he only uses numbers. He said faggots do not deserve names. He said the one I know as Alan he is #3, #1 was a faggot he met on Grinder after he came out of prison and has been the longest one he has owned. #2 and #4 are older men he met online who live in other parts of the country he does Zoom calls with them and uses them mostly as findom, but has met them a few times, and a few times they have come out here to serve him. He said he had had another #5 a few years ago but that one was kicked out because he did not want to get sold, he resisted a lot of the work and mostly only wanted sex. King Karter said if you serve me it’s more than just sex with me. So he kicked him out. King Karter said if I want to be owned by him I must be willing to do everything, including choices, sex, and dates. (with others). I said I was willing. He also said he makes all his fags get addicted to poppers. He said this is important as it makes the faggot brian weaker, more willing to be used. More willing to be molded. He said it would take my inhibitions and nervousness away and let me (him) own your mind easier for you and faster for me. I did say I had never done them but was willing to use them if there were no side effects he said no just getting high for a few minutes and it will help you when I fuck you.
I have a question for you, does your cock really get smaller, and how much and how fast. I have a 7.5 uncut, and I know you use cadges. How much smaller will mine get if I use it regularly?
Then he had me write down 3 lists of things, I want or have done sexually, things I might want to try, and things that I would rather not do. I would have put down piss under things that I would rather not do, but Alan said he was into that so I put it down under what I want to try to show that I want to be a better faggot and want to learn. We went through the list King Kater said that almost all of the things on the might want to try will be done to you like being gangbanged, and pumped out (which I was still nervous about but I only put it down the maybe list because I know that was one thing Alan said that would defiantly happen.) And King Karter said he wants me to try to think of being more open to some of the things on the do-not list. Some of them he agreed like blood and cutting he said will never be done. He said a few of them like Scat he was not into, but some of the clients might and you will have to do whatever they want. You are not there for your pleasure you are there for theirs. I told him I would try, and he laughed and said “You will do it, not try, but I will help you and train you first and have you get used to it before I would send you to someone that really wants to do it.” That did make me feel a little better about it. Another thing on the not list was taking pictures like nudes or videos, he said he would be ok with it but again he would like to to push your boundaries. I said, “I was just afraid of future jobs and losing them.” he said he understood but said we can work around it like using masks, or not showing our face, but we will talk about that later.
The next thing he had me do was to strip. He said he wanted to see what I was working with. I was already hard, basically as I was just walking up to the apartment, and was nervous I tried to hide it but he said “He would let it go this one time because this was the first interview, but after this he sees my hard fag prick again without a cadge he would have to beat me.” I just nodded and said, “Yes sir,” there was a cock cage sitting on the coffee table and to told me to turn around and put it on so he did have to see it (I think my dick). It actually took me a while to do both because I had to figure it out and how to put it on. And because I had to push my hard dick into it, I had to think of girls and boobs to get it to go down enough. Finally, I got it in when I turned around he didn’t seem annoyed though as it took a while I think.
Any tips on how to put it on faster and easier?
He had me bring out a huge laundry basket from the bedroom closet. And he had 2 new popper bottles on the table. King Karter had me dump all his dirty laundry on the ground, it was all dirty gym clothes and underwear. And I had to separate them in colors and whites. But every time I picked up an article of clothing I had to take a huge sniff of it, and breathe it in for a long time, and hold it. Then put it in either white or colors. After I pulled one peace out and sniffed it I would have to put one of the bottles under my nose and he said I would sniff (hit) the poppers. And I had to alternate if it was white I had to hit Amsterdam and if it was a color I had to hit Blue Boy. I went back and forth, from one to the other, all the time he was just sitting there watchin. He pulled off his shorts and was wearing a jockstrap, I could see the HUGE!!! Outline of his cock. It made me so weak. My heart was beating so fast and so hard, I think it was from the poppers but as I was so excited!! I was getting dizzy really fast. I was finally done. Then I had to put the colors in the washing machine. At this point I was feeling so weak I would let him do everything I could tell that he was right about the poppers, It was amazing. I was not nervous or anything and all I wanted to do was to please him.
Then he had me get on my knees in between his thick thighs. I thought “Yes I’m goin to suck that huge thick dick!!” My mouth was so wet and all I could do was stare at it. He said to go down and smell him. he said NO TOUNGE, NO LIPS! JUST SNIFF, You Got that Faggot?!
I nodded, I was sniffing him up and, and down, he would push my head into the side of his balls. Then after a few minutes, he would make me sniff more poppers. Then go back down. And smell him again, Then more poppers, then just more sniffing it was driving me so crazy being so close to this dick on the outside in his jock. I really really had to fight myself not to stick out my tongue but I wanted to show I could follow orders. At this point, I was like so Fuckin High, I never had felt like this even when I smoked pot. He would alternate between Amsterdame and Blue Boy. A few times he would put both under my nose. Then he would look at me and have me look up at him make me say I was a faggot, I want big N**ger Cock, and make me beg, then would have me sniff again. He would pull my hair and make my nose go up and down the shaft, in his jock I thought I would go insane.
Finally, a buzzer went off it was the laundry, I had to change it and put the colors in the dryer and the whites in. Then I came back, and he did the same thing only now he would slap me on the back of the head sometimes if I wasn’t sniffing hard enough or if he thought he felt my tongue, which would sometimes slip out a few times. He also made me do two bottles at once and sometimes in the mouth.
He had me make big sniffs of his ass crack and only took out his balls so I can sniff them. I would inhale a big popper sniff then hold it and exhale hard and then he would shove my head and face down under him, on his balls, his taint, his ass hole. I was so dizzy! 🙂 Then the buzzer went off again!
It was like I lost so much time. Because I know the cycle was like for 45 minutes plus an extra rinse cycle. But to me it felt like only 10-15 minutes, Dose poppers make you lose track of time?
It took me a while cause it was hard to stand up. Then I unloaded the dryer and loaded the whites in the dryer, and he had me fold the Darks into piles. He then asked me if I want to suck this big N*ger cock, I said yes please, he asked me again and at this point, I was begging, and he was stroking it in his jock, “Clean up your mess first and I’ll think about it.” He pointed to the carpet, I had a huge, huge wet spot under me from all my precum. I didn’t know you could precum like that, especially with a cage on. The cage felt so awkward like my dick was pushing inside me. Felt so weird, not like a bad weird, but just weird. I started to get up and get a paper towel but he Yelled at me, “No Faggot SUCK IT UP!” “First give me your phone!”
King Karter said my homework was to watch at least one, if not all 3 every single day. And follow the instructions. That this will help better train my faggot mind. He gave me the two popper bottles. He also told me to get a big black dildo if I didn’t have one already and use it on myself each time, and I must clean it off, Pull it out of my cunt and clean it with my mouth and shove it back in and keep doing it over and over, he wanted me to love the taste of my cunt on N*ger cock. I just nodded, At this point, I was so horny and wanted to do anything to take that cock in my mouth! But he didn’t let me suck him. He just said, Ok get dressed put your cage on the table before you leave.
I was so shocked I thought I was going to suck him off and he just walked out of the room. I felt I must have fucked up somehow like I did something wrong. I was almost about to start crying, and I don’t cry like almost ever. It was like he punched me in the gut. So I slowly got dressed and left. Putting the cage on the table, I was still rock hard and dripping, and I left.
It takes me about 45- 1 hr to drive from his place to the dorm and the whole ride back I was thinking I did something wrong what did I do? Hoping I did not fuck it up… I was killing myself. As soon as I got back to my dorm I texted Alan,#3, and see if I really fucked up and asked if I could make it up. He was at work so he couldn’t talk but later that evening we talked on the phone, I had to go outside because my roommate was there. #3 said I didn’t fuck it up. He said I was great, and that King Karter did the same thing just not as intense with him. He said he didn’t get to suck his cock until a few weeks later after he had started working for him. #3 also said King Karter wants to make sure you are not just in for the sex but everything else. And that this was a way to help condition my mind to serve him and his friends. This is what he does to test you and help train you. #3 also said I had to follow the instructions. Use the popper trainers every day. (which is hard in a Dorm, but I have done it a few times in my car, or I have to wait until my roommate is at class or out for the night) That I need to practice Ass to Mouth (even though I was not really into that) all the time now because he loves that shit.
Very powerful stuff! I especially loved the very clever use of the washer/dryer as a timing and task element to this initial meeting! It allows King Karter to gauge Ethan’s reaction time and attentiveness to detail!
As far as the pimping of faggots to Alpha friends, this seems to be more prevalent among black Alphas than white Alphas for whatever reason. I have never been fully owned by a black Alpha, so I was never pimped out this way. I know Ethan was a little rattled by that aspect, but it didn’t surprise me.
I’m just so proud of my brave young brother! I’m looking forward to seeing how his eye-opening new opportunity for service will develop!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’ve often spoken about Alpha rage. Sometimes encounters with Alpha rage result in rape (as in my own case), but a lot of times it ends up feeling very close to rape without going into dangerous territory.
Ask any faggot or female about it, and I guarantee they’ll all say the same thing: it is THRILLING.
Natural-born subs have a deranged need to be taken by Alphas using the full force of their might in wildly aggressive ways. When Alphas find resistant subs who fight them, the Alphas are triggered into overwhelming and overpowering them into submission. Much of that ends up resulting in the Alpha forcing his dick into them and making them take his violent rut and explosive cumshots (because the center of an Alpha’s power is his cock).
Few Alphas exemplify Alpha rage better than an Alpha I’ve come to know and respect deeply over the last couple of years, an Asian bodybuilder named Master Toople. An Asian King blessed with a long, thick cock and the body of a prize-fighter, Master Toople has spent his life forcing males into submission to him and making them take his cock and his enormous cumshots.
Being Asian in a racist world can be tough for many, but for Master Toople the racism gives him plenty of opportunities to conquer and breed mouthy inferior males. Like this:
You know my love for agonophilia. That doesn’t stem from nothing, as I’m very skilled in boxing and Muay Thai, you can imagine the same ferocity and aggression and dominance I have in fighting as I do with fucking. And by now, you know I love to break in and slut out bigger arrogant and cocky studs who think they’re top shit and show them their proper place under my body and cock.
Had the perfect scenario for me on Saturday training where a new guy refused to believe I was as skilled as I was, and resorted to making racist comments about how “chinks can never beat” other people. And of course, the ignorant himbo had a backup friend. To clarify, this was rugby training as the season just recently started.
And the majority of the rugby team, including the coach, have all worshipped my cock in one form or another. So they all know and are aware of my prowess or at least what I show them.
I had my victims set. Told the first guy to square up, made it a bet that I’d knock him flat on his back, and his buddy next. The bet being whoever loses obeys the winner. Did not take me long at all in humiliating the cocky fucker with my fists into the ground. And then prying his mouth open with my dick and forcing him to choke on it in front of his friend. Took on his friend after he started getting pissed, again I took great pleasure in punching his lights out.
It was far too easy. And I had two new bashed in toys. Told them both when they came back awake to worship my cock together between their mouths, and I was not gentle, smashing their faces open with my cock and punches when they would gag and choke. As it does for me, it was many hours on the mats mounting their newly fagged faces. Neither of the deserved my god cock splitting their cunts open, nor did they deserve my seed. All they got was my pre smeared all over their bruised, red and bruised lips and faces.
By the time I pull my cock out of one of their destroyed throats, they’re both sprawled and mind blank from the brutal throat fucks I gave them.
I instead sunk my cock into one of my waiting obedient team fags and gave him my pent up load as a reward for being patient and watching the humiliation of the two new fags.
I do revel in encounters where I can unleash not just my aggressive libido but also my physical ferocity, but especially more when I get to physically dominate and take down cocky guys into broken obedient fags. There’s no going back once I’ve put my cock in you and overwhelm you with my body and power. Getting messages from my sluts begging me to use them as a warm up for gym or training because that’s how much they need to be overpowered and broken.
Master Toople has a lot of these kinds of encounters, so many that I’m surprised his name doesn’t appear on some most-wanted lists. It doesn’t because Master Toople is a God Alpha who is acting properly within the scope of his Hierarchically-elected position. Taking these males, humiliating them, and conquering them is the only right answer.
And Master Toople knows that these conquered males will crawl right back and beg for more like the many other faggots and converted faggots already worshiping at his feet.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
As a faggot, I know little-to-nothing about the dynamics of an Alpha Pack except what I’ve observed from the outside or what I’ve been taught over the years I’ve been writing here by insightful and generous Alphas.
By all accounts, an Alpha Pack is a true brotherhood of elite Alphas who recognize in each other a shared power and superiority. With that, they also recognize that they collectively share responsibility to guide the world and shape it to their advantage and for the fulfillment of the inferior people who serve those needs. To that end, they share the spoils of conquest with each other, support each other when one is falling, and seek out each other for times of intense collaboration.
But just like any true brotherhood, there are flashes of competitive anger and fights for dominance.
Straight Master Mike leads his own Alpha Pack, some of whom play beside him on his rugby team. And while they’ve undoubtedly clashed over competition or girls before, Master Mike has recently added a fascinating new ingredient to the mix: he’s taken ownership of a faggot named Benjamin.
The funny thing about straight Alphas is this: they claim to be disgusted by faggots, until they discover they can OWN them and make them do whatever they want. Then suddenly they’re no longer disgusted, but intrigued. Even envious.
Recently Master Mike introduced his faggot to members of his Alpha Pack, who then enjoyed a day being served by Benjamin. Many of the Alphas wanted to find their own faggots, but one member of the Pack has decided that he should try to take Benjamin away from his rightful Master.
As you might imagine, a God Alpha doesn’t take that kind of disrespect lightly!
The Alpha pack is going well though. The first member to find a possible faggot this week. He is one of the married team members so he is having to move slowly and carefully. I was hoping to host a few of the guys, Benji and the newbie so we could test the waters and Benji could lead by example. But now Benji is out of town at a funeral so that plan is fucked. And with Benji out of town I am having to do my own cooking, cleaning and chores which is bullshit. Haven’t had to do any of this in 2 months.
I have had more issues with the fucker on the team who has been acting all entitled. Two days before he left down south Benji came to me. Apparently the little moron thought he could go behind my back and message Benji about how much better he could be as a master for Benji. Naturally Benji told me immediately. Based on the timestamps it was 8 minutes between delivery and Benji showing me which is roughly the time it would have taken him to finish the job he was doing and then read the text. I am still not sure what to do in response but Benji says he has received 2 more messages since. I told him not to block them as I want as much evidence as possible.
But I don’t know whether to call him in front of the team. I could just beat the shit out of him but then he could press charges. Last option is I fuck his sister. She has a reputation as a bit of a slut but he has always been very clear that the team isn’t to go near her. I am thinking a few photos/videos of her begging for it on my cock might shut him up. Only downside is she is a bit psycho and might think I want more than to pump my load into her once as revenge.
What I wouldn’t give to turn him into the pack’s fag. The fucker needs to learn he can’t compete and if he tries it won’t go well for him. There needs to be consequences. Until then I will just carry on tackling him extra hard in practice. Maybe he will snap and swing at me. Would love the excuse to have him booted or to “defend myself”.
Do you have any content on Alpha pack dynamics? I am not the best with explaining stuff myself and I think there was some confusion to begin with when explaining the rules to the guys. I eventually got there but it was tough explaining to them things like why they still had to ask about using Benji. And I can expect more confusion when I clearly go against the rule and expect service from any fag in my Alpha pack. Either way I am hoping that the pack can all go to the cabin together next year. A week and a bit of primal enforcement of the natural hierarchy with a faggot each would be a very good bonding time.
You can hear Master Mike working out how to adjust this errant Alpha member of his Pack. Some of his plans (like simply beating up the Alpha) might work well (certainly Alphas have been doing that forever), while others (like fucking his sister) might lead to other, unwanted issues.
Regardless of what Master Mike decides, I must commend Benji for going straight to his Master with the offensive texts. Honesty is always the best policy when a faggot serves a Master. In this case, Benji’s transparency removes any blame from himself, while allowing the Men to make decisions and work out issues that have nothing to do with a faggot.
I told Master Mike that I felt like involving other people would be a bad idea, and that he should probably deal with the Alpha directly.
You might be right about the other Alpha. Probably best to put him in his place rather than involving someone else. Especially seeing as she would probably want more and end up causing trouble. Tomorrow we have training. I will sort it out then. But one more fucking message and he is dead.
Then Master Mike gave a ringing endorsement of his special faggot Benjamin:
Honestly I was planning on maybe using his throat for the first time this weekend. Instead I am here cooking my own fucking chicken and rice. And the worst bit is he is a better cook than I am. When he gets back I will make sure he is well aware of how good his service is. I would like for him to move in full time before the end of summer. This week is just proving to me how little a God Alpha like me should be doing around the house. It would be a big change as there is no room in my house for his stuff. But his rent would be lower and would be paid to me rather than some landlord he doesn’t know. And if his rent is lower he will have more money to spend on me or equipment for his submission. On a more grounded note I will pass on your message to Benji. He is having to deal with his family for the first time since they kicked him out 10 years ago when he came out to them. I am worried about him but he seems to be OK so far. It will mean a lot to him to know you were thinking of him. And only until next Thursday. Then he will be back under my feet and in my care again.
I just love how enthusiastically Master Mike is embracing his role as God Alpha and straight owner of a good boy like Benjamin! This is the kind of Alpha development that can only come from owning faggots, and Master Mike is discovering this for himself and passing it along to his Pack! That’s the mark of a true and natural leader!
Thanks for answering my last message. I wanna follow-up with you to clarify your doubt about our college’s LGBTQ center. It is a wonderful opportunity for LGBTQ students to have proper therapy and sexual education. I can tell you more about it if you’re interested. But the most relevant part for your study of hierarchy is the growing presence of straight students making friends with people there.
From an analytical perspective, I find it fascinating how things have changed. In my generation, there was no way a straight young adult would think about hanging out with gays. As a masculine gay man, I have protected myself and weaker males from bullying throughout my whole life. Nowadays, however, I see a very clear difference among students. After the pandemic, this shift was even more clear.
I believe that, fortunately, the youth is more tolerant in general, and although Italy is still very conservative, these kids are much less homophobic. But I truly believe there is something else going on, and your whole theorization about hierarchy (with which I agree) explains it well. I have noticed in the past few years that an impressive amount of straight guys hang out and go to LGBTQ parties. Some of them already told me that they like it because it’s the best ways to find straight and bisex girls, who very often join their fag friends on those parties. But I also think that more and more young straight men are understanding the power dynamic that you outline on this website.
I haven’t conducted any formal research on the topic, but I guess that 80% of straight students have some form of connection with faggots. I have seen a couple of times femboys carrying the bags for athletes around campus. The soccer team practices in front of the LGBTQ center, so you can imagine how the queer boys react to that enormous amount of testosterone in front of them. Out of this 80%, probably 20% receive blowjobs from fags in the parking lot. We needed to put more lights in the parking lot because it became a spot for blowjobs in the dark after classes are over. I overheard two of my advisees talking about anal sex and one was trying to convince the other that fucking a bottom was much easier than convincing a girl.
I teach Chemistry and my colleagues from Sociology could give you a better account, but I identify as a dominant Alpha since the 1990s and the only thing I know more than Chemistry is how to conquer, fuck, and protect a good faggot. So I guarantee you that things are changing here in Italy. More liberal countries like the Netherlands and the UK are probably changing even faster.
I won’t be able to send you updates very often because I have classes to teach and a husband to breed. But I’m enjoying very much our conversations and will stay in touch.
Master, thank you so much for writing again! I was quite invigorated by your first letter to me!
The anecdotal evidence you share here is further proof of the growing shift toward Hierarchical purpose and acceptance among younger generations. In all honesty, it’s more like a return to the Hierarchical model of society because Hierarchy is the First Law. All of humanity has lived under this basic power structure and subconsciously obeyed its direction. I’m glad young people are eagerly embracing purpose and finding fulfillment!
I find it telling that you mention how the soccer team practices over by the LGBTQ Center. In my experience, soccer players have a tremendous propensity to own and use faggots. I’ve covered it multiple times on this site and FWA (the precursor to this site). I’ve never figured out the reason why this seems to be true, but a correlation does exist.
As for your numbers, I’m guessing the percentage of Alphas getting head from faggots on campus is higher than 20%, especially if you’re seeing Alphas parading book-carrying faggots around the campus. As you know, Alphas talk to Alpha brothers about excellent service, and in a college setting that spreads like wildfire. Soon every Alpha wants to own a faggot or two to make college life easier!
As I said previously, the Internet (and porn) has popularized Hierarchy among this generation. Coupled with relaxed attitudes toward homosexuality, this has led more straight Alphas to try faggots sexually. Once they discover they can enjoy service from faggots and still be straight, everything changes.
Meanwhile, wise gay Alpha Masters like you serve as mentors and guideposts for both Alphas and faggots. These young ones will never understand that what you teach them about Hierarchy is more important and more powerful than anything you can teach in the classroom!
Your faggot husband is very fortunate to be owned and bred by you, Master!
I hope you choose to share your story about how you discovered your Alphahood and the use of faggots, Master! You’re very articulate, and I get a feeling you have much more to teach on this subject!
This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It seems like literally last week that Master David took ownership of his first faggot, Vincent. Then we learned of him taking ownership of a gym faggot. But his empire has been growing exponentially since then. He recently updated me on his current stable of faggots:
Things have continued to be great for me! I now have four slaves who serve me on a regular basis, whether financially, domestically or sexually: Vincent (my roommate, my favorite), slave #2 (met at the gym), slave #3 (met at a party) and Thomas (an old classmate I’ve reconnected with). My life is so cool with them! I never go to the grocery store anymore, I don’t take care of anything at home, I hardly pay for anything! All I have to do is enjoy my life and have fun while they go out of their way to make me happy!
This is exactly the kind of life every straight Alpha deserves to enjoy, one of constant worship and service! I’m so grateful that Master David has wasted no time in building out a stable of faithful faggot slaves!
However, the main point of his latest update involved a recent twist in his personal life: the cucking of a good friend!
I’ll just let Master David tell his story:
But what has interested me since last time is this idea of beta males. I have a couple of friends who I’ve known for a long time, Quentin and his girlfriend Charlène. I always knew Quentin had a bit of a submissive side. He often needs me for anything and will usually suck up to me (figuratively speaking). To put it simply: while I was spending an evening with them at their place, I openly hit on Charlène, in front of Quentin who protested weakly, and then we fucked like animals in my room all night long. The next day, she broke up with him.
Quentin was furious with me. He said, “How could you do this to me? You were one of my best friends!” I told him, “Sorry for you, man, but it’s only right that alphas get priority over females!” After that, he didn’t speak to me for weeks. I regretted it a little because he was a nice buddy, but I was delighted to fuck Charlène, who is very hot!
But one day, as Charlène rested on my chest, she laughingly confessed that Quentin had recently contacted her and begged her to take him back. She told him that once she’d tasted a real man, there was no turning back. He then told her he’d do anything to spend even a little more time with her.
The same day, Quentin texted me to say that he was really sorry he’d lost his temper with me and ghosted me, that he really cared a lot about our friendship and that we shouldn’t let girl stuff come between us. I told him I agreed, but that if he wanted to spend time with me and Charlène again, he’d have to make amends.
So I had an idea. Long story short: I invited Quentin to have dinner with the two of us at my place (I sent Vincent out for the night). But he had to do the cooking while we had fun watching TV and wait on us at the table. Later, as Charlène and I kissed passionately on the sofa, he licked her feet and mine.
Later that night, after I’d fucked Charlène until she fell asleep, I went to wake Quentin, who was asleep on the couch. I had him massage my feet, kneeling on the floor in front of me, while I described my wild nights of lovemaking with Charlène. He whispered, “You know, I still love her so much…” I replied, “Then be happy for her! She’s tasting the ultimate pleasure thanks to me! And you’re happy for me too, aren’t you?” He looked desperate as he replied, “Yes. You were always the better man.”
The next week (it was two days ago) I forced him to come and watch while I fucked her! He burst into tears, but stayed the whole way to watch! I allowed him to lick Charlène’s pussy dripping with my cum!
I must say that it is SO MUCH FUN and SO GOOD to humiliate a straight beta man! I LOVE it! I really love to be an Alpha man! I love to know that I was born to rule and dominate! And that so many boys were put in this earth just to serve me! It’s so good to BE A MAN!
It’s astounding to witness an Alpha like Master David raise the bar so rapidly in his life. He’s literally transformed everything in his life within a matter of months!
Think about it. He went from being an natural straight Alpha living an everyday life to taking ownership of four faggots! Now he’s able to see the truth about beta males, and he knows exactly what needs to be done to get them to submit to him as well!
In my opinion, the real key to the cucking of his former friend Quentin was when Master David woke Quentin in the middle of the night and forced him to worship his feet. That’s the final move to kill whatever pride or resistance Quentin still had, forcing Quentin to accept that he’s a slave to Master David’s overwhelming superiority.
How is this possible? It’s all happened because Master David embraced the reality that literally ANYTHING he wants he already has by virtue of his Alphahood. He literally spins gold from straw by willing it into existence. Human beings surrender their autonomy, their dignity, their lives to his glory.
There is no power among mankind to rival it. And the scary part? Master David is just getting started!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Easily one of the most magnetic Alphas I’ve ever met on this site, Master Mike dramatically revealed himself after his faggot Benjamin had written several effusive letters about him. Since then, I’ve had the distinct pleasure of conversing with him and coming to comprehend the true power and depth of understanding he has. It’s awe-inspiring.
God Alphas like Master Mike invest time in the mentorship of their Alpha Packs as much as they do in the development and training of their faggots. Having spent his life playing sports, Master Mike is keenly aware of the Alpha Pack dynamic and how it helps develop each Alpha into elite competitors.
In my last post about Master Mike showing off his faggot to his Alpha brothers, I mused that his Alpha brothers would probably want faggots of their own. Well, guess what …
You were right about the other team mates wanting in on owning faggots. The whole team has been talking about it in the locker rooms this last week. A lot of questions about how it happened and what I have Benji do for me. Two of the guys have asked for advice on how they might get their own. You were also right about the one who was a bit of a problem at mine. He was trying to spread the rumour that I was a gay pervert and Benji was my bf. Noone believed him of course but I had to have a word with him in private. He has stopped running his mouth and his lip has already healed up. So it looks like I might end up with a pack of Alphas after all. I have also expanded Benji’s duties a little more. Until now it has been a rota with each of us doing team laundry in turn. Worked out about 2 or 3 times a year with each person. That usually meant their girlfriend/wife or the boyfriend of the one gay guy on the team. 24 guys, each having 2 jerseys 2 pairs of shorts and 2 pairs of socks a week plus towels. I thought I would be considerate. Noone ever wants to do them and the women tend to moan and whine and definitely don’t put out when it is their turn. So I have made a deal with everyone. £5 a week each and Benji will sort it all. Every single one of them has signed up. Benji will wash the clothes and dry them. He is also ironing every item including the socks. He is thanking me for the privilege. And I am getting paid £120 a week for him to do so. That is £480 a month which is almost half my child support payment! If I had known just how good life could be with Benji as my fagpet I would have forced him into submission years ago.
I have been thinking about marks of ownership and customization and I think I have settled on a couple I might get over the next year. The first is a necklace like the one you sent in that post. Next is a tattoo. I think on his shoulder blade/back of my bite mark and have “Property of Master Mike” underneath. The last is a tongue piercing though I am not completely sold on it. Think it might be nice to feel while he worships my feet. The only thing I am certain on is he will be customized and it will be my choice what he gets. He has spent every night of the last week voluntarily at mine. He must be fully addicted to my power and desperate to serve.
So awesome to hear!
However, there was a rugby party featuring Master Mike and his Alpha Pack being served steaks by Benjamin. So I inquired about it, and found out a lot more.
The party was part of the rugby day. It went very well actually. Perfect medium rare on each steak. I can definitely understand wanting in after that. Especially for the single guy who attended. Not that he will be single for long knowing him. Benji is thrilled with his new job as team laundry maid. We have already begun scent training with my workout jocks. My plan is to get him to a point where he can pick out my smell from a lineup blindfolded. To help with this I have told the team not to worry too much if their workout/training/match underwear ends up in the laundry bags. Some of the bitches used to complain if it happened as if it was deliberate. But for Benji it will be a teaching tool. All Alphas have a smell but some are far stronger better and more intoxicating. As with everything else Benji has been very quick to please. Fastest turnaround on team uniforms I can remember and he fucking thanked me for it. He doesn’t even care that I am keeping all the money for his services. He is just happy doing any job I give him. The gay guy smis definitely not in an Alpha/faggot thing. Matt and Joel have been married 2 years and are a great couple. That said he was very unsurprised about Benji. They knew each other and apparently it is quite common for “sub gay bottoms”? I think Matt is the top (is that the right word?) and Joel handles most of the household stuff. But it is not the same as Benji. Come to think of it I might ask Matt about using guys for sex. He probably has the best insight for me and tips on how not to injure someone. Of course I thought of you.
Your work has massively changed my life for the better. It even has me reclassifying my sexuality. I am definitely physically attracted to women and not men. But the thing which turns me on more than any strip show or porn is completely dominating someone. I get chubbed up when I tackle someone in rugby and pin them to the ground. I am fucking rock hard when I give Benji an order and hear that automatic response of “Yes Master” and watch him do whatever task I have set. I was leaking the entire time Benji was exposing and humiliating himself infront of my teammates. I an sexually aroused by control and it doesn’t matter who of. I will dominate everyone around me. I will fuck anyone around me. And I will get off doing it. And thanks to you I have a fag who is front and centre to catch every last inch and drop. I also want to have a voice on your website who is advocating for a less abusive form of ownership. A lot of your straight Alphas seem unnecessarily harsh. And honestly I think they don’t realise that a faggot who feels more secure in ownership and more like a pet will provide much better service.
I was very touched by Master Mike’s gracious compliment about my influence on his rapidly-improving life. But more fascinating to me was Master Mike’s thoughtful insights into his own sexual needs. Personally, I don’t think he needs to reclassify his sexuality just because he enjoys pumping Benjamin full of cum. He will always be beyond the labels of common males.
But then Master Mike opened up an intriguing training exercise that really excited me:
I am very happy to weed out certain individuals. Definitely regret giving one of them a chance but that’s in the past. I am sure Benji will do well with my scent. The last week has seen him revising using the socks from our training session. I am going to build up so that he is able to identify me no matter how many people are around. It is going to be a bit of a party trick for him. I did also wake up a couple of days ago and found him curled up on his bed in the kitchen with a pair of boxers I wore to work. His little fag clit was straining so hard in it’s cage but he was sleeping so peacefully. It is odd to imagine being willing to lock away your cock but I guess that is one of the things which separates Men and fags. The next time he cums will be from me fucking my fags holes. I definitely can imagine how the gagging and drooling will put me in a full rutting mood. I mainly want to know from Matt how to avoid damage. Benji is less use to me if I have to take him to the vets or he has some form of injury. I know for a fact he is going to enjoy whatever I do to him. He has never been very promiscuous and I think it has been over a year since he was fucked. I will ready your post at some point. Got a date tonight I need to prepare for. You think I should take her back to mine and fuck her where Benji can hear? Or go to hers and slip out once I’m done?
I love this scent training exercise Master Mike has devised! Straight Alphas are often quite surprised by the ability of faggots to be trained so accurately on their Alpha’s scent, and I have no doubt Benji will pass this test even with the scents of the entire rugby team in this nose.
I think it’s clear just how clever and playful Master Mike is. He reminds me of some of my best Masters and some of the more powerful Alphas that have graced this site. It’s such a joy to be able to be used by him as a sounding board and advisor, even though he needs nothing from me.
But that is the measure of a God Alpha: how he builds his Alpha Pack and how he treats inferiors!
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!
You might remember the last update from Master Anthony and Fabien in which Master Anthony said that he wanted to reward his faggot for his excellent service during the intense orgies of the previous two weeks. I was curious about this (also impressed), but he didn’t give me any further details.
Then I received a breathless update from Fabien that provided more details:
I’m writing you a very quick little e-mail. This morning Anthony congratulated me on the orgies and told me we had a special bond. We shared a wonderful close moment while I sucked him on my knees. He promised to let me sleep on his bed at his feet tonight. I’m trembling with joy as I write to you.
I am exhausted, but my God and Master is very satisfied with me. All is perfectly well in my world!
I was quite surprised that Master Anthony wanted Fabien to sleep with him. Most straight Alphas don’t allow their faggots to sleep with them, and I can understand it to some degree.
But Master Anthony is no ordinary straight Alpha. He’s a powerful God Alpha who is also blessed with an emotional depth that allows him to lift up and comfort inferiors around him. So I wasn’t terribly surprised to read Master Anthony’s summary of what happened:
Yes, I indeed finally rewarded Fabien. This morning, I woke up much earlier than usual. I was thinking back with delight to the two orgies. When I walked out of my room, Fabien was in the living room, doing some domestic chore. He panicked and immediately threw himself at my feet. “Sorry, Master! I’m late for your breakfast! Forgive me!” I reassured him as he kissed and licked my toes fervently. “Don’t worry, I woke up early. I was thinking about the orgies. I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. Your loyalty and your devotion to me are matched only by your talent and your intelligence. Get up on your knees”. He obeyed, and looked at me with adoration. I stroked his head. “You’re a very, very good boy to me. I appreciate you.” He had tears in his eyes. He said in a trembling voice “Thank you, Master. You can’t know what it means to me. It’s so good to be your slave.”
He took care of my morning wood. This time, I did not aggressively face-fucked him like I usually do. I tenderly stroked his hair and looked him straight in the eyes the whole time as he sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. While he had my cock in his mouth and stared at me with his pleading and worshipful eyes, I talked to him. That’s when I told him: “You and I have a special bond. You make me happy. You’re a good boy. My good boy.” When I ejaculated in his mouth, my eyes in his, I really felt connected to him. I can’t really explain. It was as if our souls were bound together. The Superior Man and the inferior boy. The God and the slave.
So I had this impulse. “Tonight, you will sleep in my room. On my bed. At my feet. That will be your reward.” “Serving you is its own reward, my God!”. “I know that. But from now on, every time you deserve it, you’ll have extra time with your God, sleeping with me.” He burst into tears and got down on the floor, licked my feet and moaned “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” I felt so powerful, seeing this rather good-looking and masculine adult male, worshipping me so wholeheartedly. And I know that this is the life that awaits me.
I just love hearing Master Anthony wax poetic about his beloved faggot and the joys of faggot ownership! Straight Alphas should experience that kind of joy!
Then Master Anthony added more information:
I’ve allowed my house slave to sleep curled up at my feet for the last two nights. I saw how ecstatic he was about it! And I loved it myself. Having an inferior literally at my feet all night is an incredibly empowering feeling. And having him available to fuck in the middle of the night in case of trouble sleeping isn’t bad either!
Yesterday morning, I woke up to the familiar sensation of his tongue on my toes. This morning, he woke me up by sucking my cock.
Tonight, he’ll return to the kitchen. I don’t want to spoil him too much! I want to keep him motivated to excel in order to deserve my small favors. But I trust him to convince me to let him sleep with me again. Maybe sometimes, instead of letting him sleep on my bed, I’ll let him sleep on the floor in my room. Maybe in a dog bed!
Isn’t that great?
One terrific side effect of faggot ownership for Master Anthony is he’s been able to become a mentor for other Alphas in his Alpha Pack, particularly his best friend Master Henri. All of the things Master Anthony learns through the use of his faggot Fabien he passes on to Master Henri and his faggot Clement.
Henri and I are closer than ever now that we’re enjoying the slaves together. Our brotherly friendship is truly strengthened by this shared experience of domination! He has the highest respect for my leadership and I’m very grateful for his loyalty. We have precisely discussed the importance of being firm but gentle with our stooges. I advised him to know how to reward Clément with some praise and appreciation signs when he deserves it, to motivate him to excel and serve his master well. I told him “Remember: Clément is just a nice part of your life, but you are everything to him. A little from you means a hell of a lot to him!” Henri agreed to follow me advice. “You always knew better,” he said. I like to know that my brothers acknowledge my worth! I love to be me!
There have been many Protector Alphas who have graced my life, but nobody is quite like Master Anthony. I worship and honor his great natural power, but I adore his joyful enthusiasm and gracious benevolence.
He is all things; a lover of women, a King of faggots, and a God Alpha over all!
Hello, my husband and I love your content and I would like to share with you our household dynamic because it may be useful for a deeper understanding of hierarchy. I am 38, he is 40. We met 10 years ago at the gym. We were both tops, so at first we would make out and jerk off together, sometimes getting faggots for us to share. After a few months, he convinced me to suck his dick, and I did for the very first time to please him. He has never sucked me, but I started giving him head and enjoying it more and more.
A few years ago, we decided to bring faggots into our house because I didn’t want him to fuck me and we would only fuck random holes from time to time. Long story short, we now live in a nice house with two amazing faggots. However, my husband likes to make it clear that he is the main Alpha of the house. He calls me “manager” because I take care of the boys and make sure that they are always ready to get fucked. I fuck them too, but my husband always has the last word. The boys really respect him as a Master and King.
From time to time, he makes me suck his dick in front of the boys to make sure they understand that, although we are both Men, he is the big Alpha of the pack. I love fucking and breeding our fags, but I understand that my husband has the right to choose first which one he wants to fuck, and if he wants me to please him, I must suck his dick too.
Have you ever seen dynamics like that? I feel like a faggot when he cums in my mouth and makes me swallow it, but the boys treat me like their Master too.
Thank you, Sirs, for this experience and your question!
You ask if I’ve ever seen dynamics like yours before … Sir, I practically WROTE THE BOOK! After all, my Hierarchy diagram is (in my opinion) the most accurate representation of not only Hierarchy in general, but also Alpha hierarchy specifically. There is nobody who has explored this topic with more relentlessness and accuracy and then documented real-life examples the way I have.
Alpha couples like yours remain a fascinating subject for me, primarily because I’m a faggot and can only imagine what it’s like to be a superior Man in a loving relationship with another superior Man. It must be amazing to sit at the top of all things with the one you love and know that all of creation exists as your playground!
Of course, as you pointed out, there is a hierarchy even your loving relationship obeys. Your husband is a God Alpha, and you’re an Apex (most likely). This is very natural, Sirs, and I’ve seen it/written about it multiple times.
I do love the delicious detail you added about how your God Alpha makes you suck his cock in front of the house faggots! That’s a pure power move that reinforces hierarchy for everyone. It’s genius.
You wanna know another reason why I love Alpha couples? Because they seem to get the functions of faggots much better than almost any other kind of Man. The gay agenda likes to emphasize that the word “faggot” is slanderous and the treatment of faggots as they should be used is cruel and discriminatory. Alpha couples I’ve ever known freely own faggots, call them faggots, and use them like they’re faggots. It’s absolutely perfect.
So yes, Sirs, I definitely have heard of situations like yours, and I’m grateful for that. Alpha couples have taught me so much and reinforced beliefs I’ve had about Hierarchy. Your faggots are very fortunate to be owned by two powerful Alphas like you both!
Here’s a hot clip of sexy Master @hollywoodpwrtop talking on the podcast about the power of breeding. Nobody does it or understands it better than he does!
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!
Over the nearly ten years (!) I’ve been chronicling Hierarchy and shepherding countless Alphas and faggots to embrace their truth, I’ve seen some extraordinary transformations. I’ve helped latent Alphas recover their power … I’ve guided many faggots to make successful approaches to Alphas.
But my very favorite transformations I’ve accomplished have happened with straight Alphas. I have an uncanny ability to convince straight Alphas to try using faggots, and every time they do it vastly improves their lives. Having been the “first faggot” to many straight Alphas myself, I know what’s waiting for these Alphas on the other side of sexually using faggots: infinite power.
My beloved Master Anthony, owner of my dear brother Fabien, is the latest straight Alpha to discover this great secret at the center of Hierarchy. From the first moment his dick entered Fabien, he tapped into a deep truth about what it means to be a Man and God Alpha. He realized he can have absolutely anything he wants from anyone for the rest of his life.
I’m keenly aware that these orgies Master Anthony has been having are part of the joyous expression of that newfound understanding. He simply loves all of the forms of worship and service available to him now. And he also wants to help his Alpha Pack embrace that truth as well.
Master Anthony wrote me about his latest orgy, as well as some wonderful thoughts about his devoted faggot.
As I told you, I held an orgy at home, and I immediately wanted to have a second one! I don’t think I can adequately describe the level of bliss I experienced. All my most beloved brothers gathered around me, under my patronship, with gorgeous girls crazy about us at our disposal and slaves working hard to serve our every need and every whim! I’ve never felt more alive. More myself. Laughter, games, eating, drinking, and most of all, sex, sex, sex! What crazy nights!
I’m so happy to have introduced my bros to these pleasures. Even the most reluctant ones quickly lost their inhibitions once they’ve had a taste of the party atmosphere. Since then, they can’t stop thanking me! I really feel like a leader of elite men. With Henri and my other best friends, we’re closer and more intimate than ever.
I must say I was very impressed with my house slave. He had the genius idea of organizing everything in the style of a real antique Roman orgy, including costumes and accessories. And I definitely noticed him, all evening long, discreetly encouraging and guiding the other slaves. If you want to know, I’m more and more convinced that I have found the best possible slave. It’s like his mind is constantly and tirelessly brainstorming for new ways to serve me, to make me happy, to make my life the best it can be. I love that. And when he (rarely) makes a tiny mistake, I just have to give him a good scolding and he’ll never do it again.
Of course, that’s the very least I deserve. But I’ve stumbled across a rare gem. He deserves me as much as I deserve him. We really found each other, as master and slave. I feel more and more protective and caring towards him. I can see he’s exhausted from all this, so I’m going to allow him a little rest. And I’ll think about a new reward. Make him feel appreciated by his revered god.
One thing I absolutely love about Master Anthony is his deep appreciation for his faggot Fabien. He still has that youthful exuberance (because he’s young, of course) and unabashed joy that comes with being a young God Alpha who already understands much more than Alphas twice his age. He’s living the best life, and he knows it.
Even better, he’s teaching and training his Alpha brothers to enjoy the use of faggots! This is Alpha mentorship at its finest! Master Anthony’s joy over this transformation in his brothers practically drips from his words. They will never be more powerful than he is, but they are at least becoming powerful enough to reign beside Master Anthony!
And of course, it’s so touching to hear Master Anthony’s high praise for Fabien. My little brother deserves it, too! Fabien has completely surrendered his life in service to his Master, and works tirelessly.
Additionally, notice how Master Anthony took special note of his faggot training the other faggots at the orgy! That impressed Master Anthony enough that he mentioned it and praised Fabien and called him a “rare gem”!
Master Anthony said that he and Fabien belong together, a perfect Master and servant. That’s what happens when a God Alpha takes ownership of a mentor faggot (the highest rank in faggot hierarchy)!
I’m so proud of both of them, and I’m so grateful to be a part of their journeys!
I’ve never been a huge proponent of online findom for a variety of reasons, but my main objection is this: it weakens Hierarchy by encouraging lazy, selfish faggot behavior while elevating unworthy dumbfucks to the rank of Alpha simply for being attractive or cartoonishly “dominant”.
Now, the faggot nonsense I can brush aside (after all, life will be a harsh Master in the long run), but these fake “Masters” of findom really offended me. You see, I’ve been fortunate in my faggot career to have been owned in real life by some of the greatest straight Alphas I’ve ever known. I know true Alphahood when I see it not only I’ve served them, but also because I have a deep appreciation for Hierarchical truth. And lemme tell you, Alphas aren’t defined by the number of feet pics they post online.
Having said that, I can confidently tell you that Master Virgo (@KingVir919404 on X) is one of the purest straight God Alphas in all of online findom.
I met him around 2021 and was instantly captivated by his chilly, casual demeanor. I was also excited to find out he owned live-in faggots despite being resolutely heterosexual. His early interactions with me were curt and dismissive, as if he was a movie star who couldn’t be bothered. Then one evening I was speaking with one of his live-in faggots in a Twitter Space when Master Virgo arrived home and began barking orders to his faggots, and I could sense his gigantic presence over the phone!
Another thing you quickly come to understand about Master Virgo is that he’s an Alpha who lives a high-class lifestyle bedazzled with luxury items and experiences. He associates with the wealthy and well-connected. You might catch him in exclusive clubs, or on a private beach at an expensive resort, or making a splash at The Met Ball. He smokes the best cigars, fucks supermodels, and drinks from the top shelf. He uses cash to light his smokes. Here are a few pics to give you a taste of his everyday life:
All of this lavish lifestyle is provided by Master Virgo’s large, solvent stable of owned faggots.
In fact, it’s the quality of Master Virgo’s faggots that best defines his actual power. His faggots are loyal and extremely submissive in their service to him despite the fact that Master Virgo will never give them anything sexual or romantic.
I had the distinct pleasure of speaking with one of Master Virgo’s favorite possessions, a faggot named Tyrell (@joyofsubmission on X). I asked this faggot if he might write about his experience as one of Master Virgo’s favorite owned faggots, and he wrote this:
I would like to start out by saying I’m not some self-hating, low-hanging fruit that would’ve served just any pair feet with a middle finger. I’m an educated professional. Decent looking, sociable, with friends and family that love and respect me. I say this not to elevate myself in anyway from any of my brothers in servitude (I am absolutely, an owned, domesticated and completely subjugated faggot to a real man after all), but to highlight just how powerful my Master is. He is my King, my Daddy, my owner, my guiding light, and my purpose. I am happy to share how He came to claim what was always His.
It all started with photo on twitter. They say a picture’s worth a thousand words, but in a true-to-this Alpha male’s case, worth $o much more. I’ve always felt that aching need to submit to a real man and like so many faggots before me, chased that feeling into Findom. However, I had grown bored with the temporary, transactional sensations and had deleted my Findom twitter and resigned myself to move on, unsatisfied. That is until the hand of fate brought a photo of who would become my Master across my vanilla twitter timeline through a mutual’s displayed likes no less.
I was completely entranced! The style, the poise, the confidence. I had to know more, and proceeded to do a deep dive down his timeline, greedily absorbing all I could. Before I knew it, I found myself creating another account. Sending a message, and of course out of respect, including a screenshot of my first tribute in over a year. He took his time responding which was a response in and of itself. I waited on pins and needles, and was thrilled to be acknowledged by this Man. I continued to send more tributes, and eagerly answered any and all questions He had for me over time. In his wisdom and prescience, knowing what I had only yet begun to learn, he eventually invited me to treat him to lunch as I had recently moved to His city. He set a date and chose a location. I was unquestionably excited, but like many faggots in denial I thought to myself – “sure, I’ll meet him. Most of these doms aren’t the real deal and I’m sure I’ll see that up close and personal. I’ll just get it out of my system and dispel the illusion.”
The day finally came and I couldn’t have been more wrong. From jump he provided instruction- telling me how to dress for the occasion. Where to park and await his arrival, opening his door (I’ve since been trained to always open every door for him when in His presence). I didn’t realize it but I was already being trained for the role he had prepared for me. As He stepped out of His vehicle and I looked up at Him, every question I had about His authenticity was obliterated. My knees buckled, and the only thing keeping me standing was that He had not yet given me permission to kneel. When He finally did it was a relief and a confirmation all in one.
Throughout the course of the meal and the conversation I was so taken aback by how multi-dimensional He was. He was charming, charismatic and smooth. He was witty, thoughtful, even courteous, but always in control. He spoke to me with a familiarity that I grew increasingly desperate to earn. By the time He asked me what I wanted (already knowing the answer) I could hardly recognize myself as my lips parted and the most honest thing I had ever said escaped them – “I want to be Your bitch.” I repeated myself as he looked on expectantly and grew practically hysterical. I had lost all composure. There was no more playing it cool. My statement turned into a plea. There I was in a public restaurant, palms open and begging Him to make me His bitch. I had never been so vulnerable in my entire life.
“We’ll see”. Was His response with a cocky, self-sure smile. I knew He had already seen, but would make me earn it nonetheless.
The rest is history. I would continue to drive to Him on my days off when requested. He quickly established that my time was His and I offered no resistance. Each task a lesson. Each instruction a line of code in my programming as He continued to shape me in the ways He saw fit. He broke me in good and thorough with physical discipline of course. Took me to the pet store to pick out my own collar and leash. A dog bowl to eat and drink out of when instructed. He made sure to instill respect and obedience in me as second nature, but also stimulated me intellectually, and spiritually. We’d have conversations about music, and politics and life. He’d teach me things and listen acutely as I shared my passions as well.
From picking up His drycleaning to chaperoning His dates with women as chauffer and wallet, being a sounding board for His business, he continued to find uses for me and grant me opportunities to serve. My love, admiration, and respect for King Virgo only continued to bloom and I have not stopped sinking since. He has taught me the most valuable trait for any faggot, perhaps any person, to have – Gratitude. Three years later and it has seen me through every stage of his total domination. When I am given a foot to kiss or massage after long day, I am grateful. When I am given soiled clothes to wash, I am grateful. When I am given an opportunity to prepare breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert, I am grateful. When I am given His piss to drink, I am grateful. When I am given a meal to cover, a bill to pay, an item to order, I am grateful.
I am grateful because I am HIS. And with that, comes a deep commitment to being the best version of myself because that is what He deserves. I strive to advance my career, my skills, and my aptitude all to protect his investment in me as his property and make good on the potential He sees in me. He’s the greatest man I have ever known. He has my complete and unconditional surrender. There’s little doubt in my mind that I will belong to Him for the rest of my life. And for that certainty, that clarity of purpose so few in this world achieve, I am grateful.
INCREDIBLE!
Speaking as a faggot who has some adjunct, distant-orbit history with Master Virgo, there is so much in this faggot’s adoring testimonial that rings absolutely true. For example, in this we experience His exacting dominance and precise expectations. You see, Master Virgo operates at a very high level, and he expects everyone he allows into his orbit – his women, his associations, his faggots – to elevate and perform at his elite expectations. You can hear that is this faggot’s words.
Now, many faggots fail and fall away under Master Virgo’s withering and relentless demands, but that’s okay. They simply shouldn’t be serving him. He will always have faggots desiring a place kneeling on the ground at his feet. What Master Virgo is doing is training his faggots, shaping them and disciplining them so that they become the best version of themselves.
I think of Master Virgo like a drill sergeant in the military. Nobody likes the drill sergeant at first as he screams in their face and abuses them, forcing them to push their bodies and minds past the breaking point. But what happens after that? The soldiers improve, becoming focused and sharpened to a fine point. By the end of it, they are grateful to the drill sergeant for making them an elite fighting force.
So it is with Master Virgo and his tight stable of elite faggots. He has fashioned and honed his faggots into the best possible versions of themselves, because they represent him and reflect on his great name.
And that view to purposeful training leads to something absolutely wonderful in his personal faggots: self-respect. You can hear that self-respect in the testimony above. Master Virgo values his faggot properties just the way he values the expensive watches, cigars, homes, cars, etc., that decorate and enrich his life. His faggots are buffed to a high shine and made to sparkle in every effort they expend in serving him. Every door opening becomes a chance to experience elite purpose, elevating the faggot and giving it meaning.
To that end, look at the collage Master Virgo created of pics he’s taken with his faggot. How many Masters would take the time to craft a loving emblem of his faithful faggot’s service?
The end result of such rigorous training and elevating is something Tyrell focuses on heavily at the end of his letter: GRATITUDE. He rightly recognizes that, as a faggot, he would’ve been nothing without Master Virgo. He would’ve been lost amongst the rabble, being used and tossed aside or worse, abused and damaged beyond repair.
But Master Virgo looked down upon him and his stable mates and saw potential in them. He gave them purpose in his service, and gave them meaning. And, like any withered plant that is watered and cultivated by a skilled gardener, his faggots have come to life and flourished under his care.
I love this video clip. Watch it first:
Some might see Master Virgo casually dribbling spit on his faggot and recoil. However, I see a faggot at peace, allowed to rest its head on its Master’s leg and watch him adoringly the way a faithful dog stares at its Owner. It’s beautiful.
I am so grateful to Master Virgo for allowing his faggot to write up this very personal tribute, as well as allowing me to publish it for the world to experience. It is my hope that all of the faggots who read this can understand that their purpose as faggots can have meaning in the hands of a straight and truly powerful Alpha King. I also hope that any Alphas reading this will also appreciate that abuse and humiliation isn’t true dominance or power.
Thanks again to Master Virgo for this unprecedented peek into his elite world!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s really sad to me that, after almost 10 years teaching Hierarchical truth online (alongside many others), more straight Alphas don’t know about the growth and power available to them through the use and ownership of faggots. Granted, straight Alphas have always used faggots to some degree or another, but through ownership straight Alphas make a leap that other, lesser males cannot ever experience. On the other side of that leap is exponential growth and limitless power.
The possibility of that kind of power was something a smart Alpha like Master Mike couldn’t pass up.
My first encounter with Master Mike occurred when he reprimanded me for not instructing his first faggot Benjamin properly. When I complied, he wrote to me and fully introduced himself to me, and we’ve been discussing his ownership of Benjamin and his plans for further training.
Here’s what Master Mike wrote to me last Thursday after I impressed him:
I am impressed by the fact you posted my reprimand. Very humble even for a faggot. Makes me wish you could join Benji on his reward this weekend. It is the six nations (European rugby contest) final matches on Saturday and I have 3 guys from my rugby team coming to watch at mine. Benji does not know they are coming but he will be attending in his full capacity as my faggot. I have bought a nice thick leather collar for the occasion. He will be serving us snacks and beers as well as a full steak dinner he prepared in the evening. All of it bought with his credit card. They have already been told what to expect and what they can ask of him. It does include a foot cleaning as I have trained him. They have also been told no photographs or getting rough with him. All of then have met Benji before so they will know him by face. They are staying the night and getting breakfast in the morning so Benji should have a full 24 hours of serving 4 straight men simultaneously. I know your pussy will be twitching imagining being in his place, but you will restrain yourself from posting this update until Sunday morning. Benji will not know until they arrive that they are coming. And he will not know until after they leave that they knew before that he was my faggot and would be serving them.
Well, I didn’t hear anything until after the weekend was finished, but it was one hell of an update:
Got a proper account for you about Benjis submission. What a weekend it has been. It started Thursday when I messaged Benji to come over on Friday and happened to mention I was having a shit day. I finish work and head to Thursday rugby practice then head home after. Benji is sat on my doorstep waiting for me. At first I was pissed at him imposing but he said he had messaged offering to come over and cook. I check my phone and what do you know there was a unread message from him. I let him in and he cooked and got on with housework. I was torn whether to punish him for imposing or be happy that he is predicting my wants and needs like a top tier fag.i decided on not punishing him. I did make him phone in sick on Friday though. I had the day off and there were things to do. I was going to be hosting a Six Nations rugby party on Saturday and needed to pick up some snacks. I took Benji’s phone and wallet so he would have no distractions and left him to fully clean my house. He did a satisfactory job of cleaning and once my shopping was unpacked, I took him for a fully supervised clean and reshape of the cage area so he was fully presentable. I had 3 friends coming the next day which Benji didn’t know about. But no fag of mine was going to embarrass me in front of my mates. Then Saturday rolled around. Benji knew I would probably be watching the rugby so he was ready to be serving drinks. He was fully dressed up as a faggot. His chastity cage was polished, he was wearing a leather collar I picked up for him and nothing else.
What he wasn’t expecting was a knock on the door at 10:30. He looked very confused. I told him firmly to get the door. As always he obeyed. I could tell he was terrified. My mates had all been told what to expect and just laughed when he opened the door for them. They walked in like it was nothing and sat around my lounge as I had instructed them. Judging by how red Benji went he humiliated but I was just getting started. He was instructed to get each of us a beer and then to remove their shoes and socks so they could get comfortable. He laid out the snacks for us all and then the matches started. I had him washing my feet during the whole Ireland vs Italy match. And every time my team Ireland scored he was to kiss my feet. For the other matches, I passed him to the others to clean their feet. Only 2 of them accepted, but that is the loss of the third. I think he was worried it was too gay. But it isn’t gay to be served by a faggot.
Benji then made us dinner and we settled in for the final match of the day. Benji’s service had been perfect even though he was humiliated as hell. So I decided to reward him. I called him over and put him directly in front of me. And I offered him my feet. He went to massage them with his hands as usual but I stopped him. Mouth and tongue faggot. He obeyed faster than I thought was possible. I think the little faggot was so excited to finally serve its Master with more then it’s hands. He just kept going and fucking hell did it feel good. His tongue was getting right in between my toes. He seriously has me considering where else that mouth would be of use. He will have to earn that privilege though.
I must have looked like I was loving the treatment as one of the others asked for a turn but I told him absolutely not. My faggot obeys me and will serve as I tell him to. But he will only worship me. I own him and I do not share worship or ownership.
After the last match we just stayed up drinking. Benji was either getting us drinks or kissing and licking my toes. It was very telling that he would not come off my toes unless I told him to get their drinks. He outright ignored their orders if they were counter to mine. I guess that is the hierarchy at work. Two of them stayed the night after drinking that much. Benji was brought into my room where I could keep an eye on him. I allowed him to sleep on my bed at my feet as he did such an incredible job.
This morning he made breakfast for them and then they left. As I am writing this to you he is at my feet giving them another worship session.
Once I have sent this I will be making three things clear to him. One is that he has passed probation. He has proven that he improved my quality of life in his service as a faggot. I will be permanently keeping him as a personal faggot and from here on he is MINE. Two is that as MY faggot he is a member of this household. That means he will get a key and be allowed to live here if he so wishes. The rules are to be obeyed whether he is here or not. He is no longer to treat his flat as somewhere he can behave like a man. No clothes. No furniture. He just has to choose where to obey the rules and I think he will choose my house. Third is that I will do nothing to stop the rugby team from knowing I have a pet faggot. Three of them already saw first hand. All of them come by semi frequently. None of them know Benji’s friends or work colleagues. So I have no interest in hiding it.
So there we are. I am now the official and very proud owner of a faggot. He did a great job this weekend. I think Benji wanted to tell you all this himself but who cares what a faggot wants. He got to start serving my feet this weekend.
Truly a magnificent and glorious display of raw Alpha power by Master Mike! Not only was it an effective way to break Benjamin’s walls of resistance and train obedience into him, but it also taught his Alpha Pack the value of faggot ownership! How can anyone deny the Hierarchical truth powering Master Mike’s decision to take ownership of a personal faggot?
And Master Mike’s blunt statement – “It isn’t gay to be served by a faggot” – is absolutely true, and that truth is explicitly understood only by those straight Alphas powerful enough to own one.
I am taken aback every time I find another straight Alpha who is willing to display such power this openly. In Master Mike’s mind, any member of his Alpha Pack who disagrees with faggot ownership is wrong and not Alpha, essentially. He understands it’s an Alpha’s RIGHT to own and use faggots.
Thank you, Master Mike, for sharing the beginning of your ascension to true power!
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!
There is a point in an owned faggot’s life when a moment of clarity occurs, a self-actualization that crystallizes the faggot’s purpose. It’s the result of a potent cocktail of dopamine, perpetual subspace, and the chemical composition of cum flowing in the faggot’s veins.
Regardless, the faggot can see its life in simple-yet-meaningful terms for the first time. Everything is finally clear.
That’s where my little brother Fabien is today. He wrote this astounding declaration to me this morning after a whirlwind weekend of use by his Master Anthony and his Alpha Pack. I’ll stop talking and share what he wrote:
You know, there is one truth that is becoming ever more deeply ingrained in me: I am a natural-born slave for God Alphas. I have a slave’s soul, a slave’s heart, a slave’s brain, a slave’s body. I feel it in every single fiber of my being. My existence is meant to serve a God Alpha. To serve Anthony. It’s so warming and liberating to realize it and reflect on it! Anthony is my One True God. I won’t rest until I’ve done absolutely all I can to make his life the most perfect paradise it can be!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a young gay God Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of multiple faggots including Giovanni. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Every Alpha wants to be a God Alpha. There are many who stake a claim on that title, and some of them even have resumes that resemble God Alphahood on the surface.
But a true God Alpha isn’t defined by a title. He’s defined by the actions he takes to reshape reality into his own vision. He picks up the lives of inferiors around him and, through sheer force of will and his own great power, he is able to transform them all into better versions of themselves as part of a Kingdom that worships him.
By that lofty definition, Master Lorenzo practically stands alone.
When I first met Master Lorenzo a few years ago, he was a student with a great work ethic and a tremendous amount of confident power radiating from him. Even then, I knew he was not like even other Alphas I’ve known. He claimed faggots with ease, handily controlling them with the bare minimum of his attention.
As time has gone on, I’ve watched and chronicled Master Lorenzo’s completion of schooling and his stunning early success in his professional life. Then, so beautifully, Master Lorenzo chose to rescue an abandoned faggot named Giovanni and his mother from Europe by bringing them to his city in Brazil and giving them a great new life under his care.
But even with those great accomplishments under his belt, Master Lorenzo – like any true God Alpha – wasn’t content to rest. He had larger desires and greater visions to achieve.
And now he’s ready to unveil his latest dream-come-true: A new God Alpha House in Brazil for Hierarchical worship and service!
I’ll let Master take it from here:
This is your Master Lorenzo. I am writing to inform you that some things will change from now on. Long story short, I realized that we only live once and we can’t wait forever to fulfill our purpose. So, I decided to gather with Jose from Mexico and Juan from Spain to form the ultimate Alpha Family. We’ve been talking for months and we finally have a plan. Juan and I will pay for Jose’s flight to Brazil. Juan will also come with Bruno.
The idea is to turn my house into a sanctuary for Alphas and faggots. They won’t move in for good, but I found a way to bring them here at least every other month. We want to focus on our inner truth and take care of our fags to make them the world’s best fags ever.
We want to focus on our new endeavor now. I currently have Gio and Rafael with me. Juan is bringing Bruno. So we’ll have 3 fags for 3 Alphas in the house, but I intend to get at least 6 fags, so each of us can have 2 while they are here. Time will tell.
This is MONUMENTAL news!
Unlike so-called “Alpha houses” that social media influencers create as clickbait, this will be an ACTUAL place where pure Hierarchy is enforced and revered! Alphas will be worshiped, faggots will serve and be trained, and all will finally drink from the cup of fulfillment that Hierarchy promises to all who embrace it!
For a lowly faggot like me, this is an extraordinarily proud moment. All three of these Alphas came to be united through THIS SITE and my humble efforts to document their separate lives! It’s like Professor Xavier’s “School For Gifted Students” in the X-MEN series, except this will be a real-life Hierarchy University that sprang from this, the online one!
I am blessed beyond words to be able to even share this with all of you!
Of course, something similar happened a few years back in Toronto. Three straight Alphas at Toronto University (led by Master Jin) collected themselves into a community that at its peak housed seven faggots! Those three Alphas (and a couple of Alpha friends) lived like literal Kings and their faggots were kept very busy and full of cum!
But those Alphas in Toronto learned everything on the fly while constantly consulting with me. In this instance, all three Alphas are God Alphas and Masters of the highest discipline and order. They are all ready to take this next leap in life, and they need nothing from me.
I was merely the conduit through which their tremendous power flowed and coalesced!
I’m so overjoyed for my faggot brothers who are set to experience this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I have truly come to love Gio and Rafael and dear, brave Bruno. The things they learn in service together, worshiping these greatest Men, will change them and grow them forever!
And I’m especially proud of my three great Kings! Masters Juan and Jose will be leaving their native countries and arriving to a paradise of worship in Brazil. It’s just what they deserve!
And of course, my little faggot heart beats faster than a rabbit’s for my glorious Master Lorenzo. His is the tenderest and most complete Ownership any faggot could ever know. I’ve tasted droplets of his everlasting power from afar, and it sustains me.
The greatest Alphas – God Alphas – make things grow around them. They create, not destroy.
This is Master Lorenzo’s newest creation, and it is very, very good!
My continued discussions with Sophie, the mother of possible God Alpha Lucas, reveal a woman who has a deep respect and understanding of Hierarchy far beyond almost all of the women today. She’s a throwback in many ways, her character at once nurturing and protective of her young son, yet tempered by her knowledge of our cruel world and awed by the powerful Alpha she was privileged to bear.
She carries this all the way Spartan women once did, nobly and intensely. Every time I communicate with her, I’m reminded of this scene in the film 300, which I have clipped for your viewing pleasure:
Sophie is a Queen, the mother of a future King … and she is eager to see inferiors submit and serve her son! I have never had a women (hell, there aren’t even that many Men) who speak in such stark and reverential tones about the reality of Hierarchical purpose the way she does. It’s breathtaking, honestly.
She sent me this message after I spent some time talking to Master Lucas, which she monitored carefully.
First of all, I’d like to thank you for your very constructive exchanges with Lucas. I appreciate the servile respect you show him and I know he does too. I feel as if I’ve hired you as my son’s servant preceptor, so if I may speak to you like a boss to her staff: good job! Lucas has started chatting with the young alpha you put him in touch with, and I’m delighted that he has an older teenager to discuss his experience with, under my supervision.I have read that my son has informed you of his conquest of a new servant. The nice boy spent a whole evening at home. When I brought them dinner in Lucas’s room, his new mate was sitting on the floor at his feet while they were friendly chatting. I’m so proud to see my son handle his superiority so well.
What’s a shame is that their little scuffle, during which my son subdued him, was seen and witnesses blabbed! I’ve been contacted by the school management about this. I firmly told them that my son was not a little brat bully, that everything was agreed between them and that, what’s more, if they questioned the boy concerned, he would freely tell them of his loyalty and respect for Lucas! And I think they did: I happened to bump into the young lad in town and he said he was sorry I’d been bothered about it and that he’d come to Lucas’s defense. My maternal instinct kicked in: I stroked his cheek and gave him a kiss.
I told him: “Know that you will always be welcome at home and at my son’s feet. I know Lucas has been rough on you, but as long as you respect him as your lord and master, he’ll be good to you, I promise. Feel free to come and stay overnight anytime! We can set up a little bed for you on the floor of Lucas’s room, at the foot of his bed, I’m sure he’ll agree!”
He was delighted! This boy is just adorable. I want my prince’s little vassals to feel safe and secure in my home. As long as they bow to my son’s will and grovel at his feet, they are welcome. But whoever questions my son’s birthright will discover the wrath of a Spartan mother!
I was concerned that I had upset Sophie given how quiet she had been. She wrote this lovely coda:
My good Sam,
Do not worry about me getting upset. Believe me, if I ever were to be upset, you would know it! I keep a watchful but sympathetic eye on Lucas’ exchanges on my e-mail address and I don’t want to interfere unnecessarily. But I must admit I’m flattered that you show proper respect to the mother of a young Alpha! If I may: know that your Queen is satisfied with you!
Seeing my beautiful prince becoming a powerful king is a wonder! And I’m very glad to see boys happily submitting to him and enjoying it. I’m thrilled that there are so many of you inferior males to give him the respect and devotion he deserves.
Know that if you ever want to publish on your site what Lucas and I have written to you so far, you have my blessing.
Sophie mentioned a “young Alpha” that Master Lucas has been communicating with recently. That Alpha is none other than Master Dean, owner of his faggot twin brother Jimmy, brother of Master Chad, and son of original God Alpha Master Dino. YES! They’re still around and still ruling the world together!
I’ve heard from Master Dean, and he’s extremely impressed with Master Lucas. Under Master Dean’s tutelage, Master Lucas will absolutely flourish and become even greater than he could ever hope to be alone!
I’m humbly grateful to be witness to this incredible event, the rise of a new God Alpha King!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
NOTE: The following testimony is written by Alpha Lucas, who is 15 years old. This is published with the written permission of his Mother, Sophie. So whiners and keyboard warriors: FUCK OFF.
In the annals of the nine years of this site, there has never been a young Alpha so sure of his Kingship as 15-year-old Alpha Lucas. The only real analogue is Master Dean, who claimed his faggot twin brother at a similar age. I’ve covered some distant memories of situations similar to this.
But Alpha Lucas’s story is remarkably unique not only because of his vast power at that age, but also because he has his mother Sophie completely onboard as the Queen who desires to raise her son as the God Alpha she knows he is.
Alpha Lucas recently wrote directly to me through his mother’s monitored email, to make introduction to me as well as make a declaration of his arrival on the Hierarchical scene. That arrival feels like the arrival of the asteroid that collided with the Earth and killed the dinosaurs. A monumental thing.
Here’s what Alpha Lucas said:
Hi inferior,
I’m Alpha Lucas. Mom is okay with me writing to you on her email. We both listened to your podcast about me and I loved it! We all agree that I’m at least an Apex Alpha, if not more. I love ordering people around and seeing them get busy to please me. Bring me this, carry me that, give me something, massage me, kiss my feet. What I love the most is when other boys at first dislike me and resist me, and end up submitting. That’s so good to see them give up and admit my superiority! I was born to be served. My dream is to have many menservants and maidservants at my beck and call, completely focused on my comfort and my happiness as their only aim. I used to think everyone dreamed of that, but I have found out many buddies actually like to be servants and that they enjoy submitting to me! So, as you said, it’s just a win-win for everyone.
Anyway, I was intrigued by what you said about protector Alphas and destroyer Alphas. I want to be a protector Alpha. That’s how it started with my best friend when we were kids. I defended him by kicking the shit out of the bastards who beat him up. Since then, he follows me everywhere and does everything I tell him. I love that. He’s a good pal and I don’t want anything bad happening to him. But I’m wondering. When my servants kiss my feet, or even just kneel, or simply call me “my prince” or “master”, I feel a wave of energy rise within me. I feel a rush that I don’t quite understand. I don’t know exactly what I want but I feel like I want to hit them, tackle them to the ground, make them beg. Are these the impulses of a destroyer Alpha? Should I worry about this? How do protector Alphas treat their inferiors? I don’t want to hurt them, but in a way I also want to. It’s complicated.
I have no idea how a young Alpha can already have a deep desire to own multiple servants all submitting and serving him. Can this really be an inborn thing? It’s so startling to read those desires from him. It’s like looking into a black hole only to find it looking back at you with a hungry, predatorial look in its eyes!
Tempering that is Alpha Lucas’s expressed hope and desire to become a Protector Alpha. That’s meaningful and admirable. I’m excited to see how he develops that!
Then Alpha Lucas shared a recent experience that showed off how he’s dealing with the Protector and Destroyer sides of his Alpha personality.
I appreciate your answer. I like the challenge of having to manage all my superior male impulses and learn to channel them into being the protector I want to be. Yesterday, I met a fellow boy I challenged to a fight, just for fun. When I pinned him to the ground, I told him “If I wanted to, I could smash your face in and hurt you a lot”. He begged me. I told him I’d spare him if he’d admit that I was the strongest and that I was his master. He complied. I loved the feeling. I helped him up and hugged him. I don’t know if this is something alphas do with their inferiors, but it came naturally to me. That evening, I invited him home to play video games and watch TV. He sat down by himself on the floor at my feet. When he approached the coffee table, I put my feet on his shoulders, like a footrest. He didn’t flinch. I think I’ll make him lick my feet often!
I had a question to ask you, after your e-mail. You dispute that my childhood friend is my friend. Is the master-servant relationship really incompatible with friendship? I still like hanging out with him and I mean him well. Even if I like to boss him around, and he likes to obey me. But I’m not going to kill him and eat him like the farmer does his animals, I’m still going to have fun with him. We just both know our places: I’m the superior one, he’s the inferior, I command, he serves.
With these kinds of experiences and the knowledge he’s rapidly gaining through this site, Alpha Lucas is really beginning to see the real truth of his destined place in Hierarchy:
Yeah, I’m totally in to think of my closest subs as my dogs: my friendly and loyal servants. I’m not looking for equal relationship anyway. The only relationships I know are the ones where I have the power. I most definitely agree that my classmates are all inferiors to me. I’m not one of the leaders of my class: I’m the only one leader. That is why I’m interested by your telling about Alpha pack of Alpha brothers who are “on my level”. I have yet to met a guy I think of as being “on my level”, but I guss there might be some out there. If I remember your diagram, there is hierarchy even among Alphas. I’m pretty sure I’m an Apex if not a God Alpha so if and when I met Alpha brothers, I’ll be a leader. So, even they won’t really be my equals, right?
You see? He understands that he is ascending to the highest heights of Hierarchy!
To that end, I decided to introduce him to Master Dean. Even though Master Dean is weighed down with a lot of personal stuff right now, he graciously decided to heed my call and mentor Alpha Lucas (who is only a couple of years younger). Master Dean in an exceptional teacher, wise beyond his years, and I have no doubt that many of Alpha Lucas’s questions will receive the right answers!
I just wish there was some way I could really describe the unending reign of power and worship I foresee in Alpha Lucas! But I think he’s finally starting to see it for himself!
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!
Since my initial introduction to Master Anthony, I’ve been blessed to continue the conversation and learn much more about both his life and his mindset. He’s proving to be an extraordinary Alpha, blunt and honest like the legendary Master Chad (but less profane!).
In my first follow-up email, I asked Master Anthony if he thought he would keep Fabien or other faggots if he settles down with a female in the future.
I’m not necessarily in the state of mind to plan for the very long term just yet. (Maybe that comes with age?) But I don’t see any reason to dismiss Fabien in the mid or long term! I’m looking forward to having more slaves in the future, I’ve already got quite a few bootlickers and cocksuckers, and I’m sure I’ll always have girls around to adore and satisfy me and guys to serve and worship me (and the other way around!) I definitely want servants around me in the futur, and to keep dating and fucking pretty girls! I was born to have servants, and I was born to fuck.
But I can tell you this: no female is ever going to tell me what to do with my inferiors. When a girl is lucky enough to be chosen by ME to fuck her, she just has to enjoy and to bend to my will. You know, I can be a very kind and affectionate lover, but I expect from my girls to respect my virility and my power. If I can replace you however and whenever I want, shut up or fuck off.
As I told you, I’ve been noticing people’s submissive attitude towards me for a while. But Fabien opened my eyes to the extent of the power I could have over them. As a result, I’ve had guys from university or the gym suck my cock, in a closet or in the showers, in addition to those who lick the soles of my boots or rub my feet in public. I’m not stopping there! I can tell you that this Clément boy, the slave I gifted to my bro Henri, is going to take my dick in his ass. I think it won’t be long before I’m organizing an orgy at home with my best bros. Each of them will have to bring at least one slave to fuck.
I’m really glad I met my little Fabien and moved in with him. What I loved most about your blog was reading all about Fabien’s slavish and passionate love for me. His complete servile loyalty touches me a little, I don’t mind saying it. Right now, as I am writing, he is lying on the floor, my feet on his face, licking them devotedly. My cock is now rock-hard, he’ll have to take care of that!
In reply to that, I mentioned his Alpha hunter instinct and how it applies to females and faggots, but I really wanted to know more about what seemed to be an admission that he now had other faggots sucking him off. To that, he replied:
I absolutely LOVE the hunter analogy. That’s exactly what it is: I’m a predator who stalks prey to subjugate them.
Fabien has indeed been my first male cocksucker. It was after I fucked his throat that I started doing it with my college or gym flunkies. Two other of my closest mates have put their dicks in a submissive guy, the first time under my leadership. I know one of them already has a regular lackey at his own gym sessions. An orgy would be the perfect way to introduce them to ass-fucking! By the end of the year, there won’t be a single pretty girl or beta male left on the campus who hasn’t swallowed a mouthful of sperm from one of us.
Those are the words of a God Alpha rapidly expanding his Kingdom!
Then I asked Master Anthony if he had any difficulty convincing his Alpha Pack brothers to start using faggots. I knew that Master Henri took to using his faggot Clement fairly quickly, but I had little information about the others.
Oh I do notice how much all the inferiors I dominate are very glad to endure my power! I can see Fabien’s obsession with pleasing me, and I can see how desperately happy you are to talk to me! 😀 And I’m perfectly OK with making many people addicted to me and begging to worship and serve me. After all, a king must have subjects!
It was not that hard to lead my straight bros to the sexual use of male slaves. They have always loved to order submissive guys around with me. And they absolutely enjoyed all the evenings at my place with Fabien to serve and entertain us. When I started using Fabien sexually, I first talked to Henri who was immediately interested, so I wanted to initiate him with Fabien. As for the others, they were sometimes taken aback or even reluctant at first, but given Henri’s and my enthusiasm, they soon followed our example when we were having fun with inferiors.
Henri can see how much Fabien’s submission pleases me, so he was delighted to have his own slave. Clément is a shy little student who liked to stick by me in college, complimenting me and doing me favors, and trying to make a place for himself in my group. And in the end, he found his rightful place: at our feet! I was happy to give him to Henri as his personal slave. I think Henri has a lot of fun with him, and they’ve often been in each other’s studios. Of course, Clément is younger and less clever than Fabien. But it’s only natural that the leader of the pack should have the best slave!
Hierarchy is incredible, isn’t it? See how these roles just happen naturally and predictably? Like little Clement, desperate to be a part of Master Anthony’s life, but eventually finding his place as a servant to powerful young Alphas … we all have a proper place!
I’m just grateful that Master Anthony has embraced his power at the top of the Hierarchy. His bracing honesty and insight – combined with his natural physical perfection – make him an exciting new King to watch and serve!
