The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Being a successfully-owned faggot requires focused and purposeful mental training. Not only are you battling the exhaustion of being constantly used by a virile superior Man, but you must also shape your thinking to conform to your natural submissiveness. Let’s face it: we all get rebellious sometimes and occasionally we want our freedom. A faggot is most successful when he fully embraces his purpose and shapes his thinking completely around it.
Fabien is the epitome of a successfully-owned fag. It probably helps a lot that he’s owned by a great-looking straight God Alpha like Master Anthony, but it also speaks to Fabien’s perfect attitude toward service.
Fabien saw the recent discussion on the site about faggot burnout and the pain associated with service, and he felt compelled to add in his own valuable perspective:
My beloved big brother,
Reading your last posts and the very kind mention you made of me, I wanted to take a moment to make a statment. When it comes to Anthony’s wish to fuck me in the ass or in the mouth, or any of his wishes actually, let me tell you what my own desires are worth: absolutely, rigorously, utterly NOTHING.
My number one golden rule in life is: what Anthony wants, Anthony gets. Literally everything else is secondary to that. If Anthony feels the slightest like he wants to put his cock inside of me, he just does that, anytime he wants, anyhow he wants, anywhere he wants. I am his property. Period.
The very idea that I would “allow” Anthony to do anything is just abhorrent. Heck, I am lucky enough that HE allows me to even be in his life! It doesn’t matter one damn bit if I’m “horny” or whatever. The God decides, the slave complies.
And yet, because Anthony is just as great morally as he is intellectually and physically, he cares about me, the inferior creature who exists solely for his pleasure. So sometimes he takes my pain and feelings into account. But it’s a purely generous gesture on his part, and he doesn’t have to do so.
Sometimes he doesn’t care, and rightly so, because his needs are just more important. A while ago, he stormed in, furious about something that had gone wrong with the university administration. He wanted to fuck me hard to relieve himself. He pounced on me without a word, grabbed me, pulled down my pants, and penetrated me. It was tough, I have to admit. It hurt, it hurt a lot. So what did I do?
I endured. I did not protest, I did not complain. With tears in my eyes, I simply said “I love you so much, Master! Thank you for using me, Master!” while he was destroying my ass and stomping on my head with his boot.
Later that evening, I gave him a back massage while we watched TV. As he was relaxing, he growled “I feel kinda bad about what I did to you earlier.” I immediatly said “Please don’t! I beg you, Master, never feel bad for anything you do to me! You have every right. I’m yours for anything you want.” “True. Good boy.” He just said, and my heart burst with joy.
I love so much to serve a young God Alpha. I love to serve his friends. I love to be a faggot. I will gladly endure any suffering in the world to please my Master and to earn my place at his feet.
Lots of love!
Fab the fag
I think I was quite astonished by the tone Fabien took in this letter. He’s ordinarily pretty meek and mild-tempered, but here he came out with guns blazing! He wasn’t playing around with half-hearted faggots out there who refuse to submit! This is why Fabien is such a terrific mentor faggot. He doesn’t mince words when he sees faggots disrespecting Alphas!
Even after Master Anthony roughly fucked Fabien, Fabien maintained that mental clarity of purpose that is so important!
Notice how Master Anthony appreciated his faggot’s willingness to be used that way despite the tears of pain running down his face! That moved Master Anthony to offer Fabien tender encouragement later (let’s call it “aftercare”), and it caused Fabien’s emotions to soar! That is the reward a faggot gains from enduring pain and discomfort to serve an Alpha’s needs!
Master Anthony is probably very proud of his faithful faggot Fabien, but I can say I definitely am! Every note from Fabien is full of joy and fulfillment, a quality I’ve noticed about all of the faggots who truly embrace their purpose and endure pain and pressure to serve wholeheartedly! There’s a connection!
Thank you, dearest Fabien, for sharing your heart once more! I love you, little brother!
The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I love that King Karter is so intimately involved with the lives of his fag slaves. I wasn’t sure if Ethan was going to be safe as the possession of a God Alpha like King Karter, a Man so powerful and so intent on whoring out all of his faggots. Seemed sketchy to me when it began, but I’ve since learned how wrong I was about this black King.
Another question I’ve been wondering: was King Karter even aware of this site and my chronicling of him and his fags? I got that answer first in the latest update:
Hi Sam,
I hope you are doing well. I apologize for not emailing or updating in a while. I wanted to give you a quick update and ask you a few questions.
One of the reasons I haven’t emailed you in a while is that a few weeks after my last update, some of King Kater’s friends were upset with me because I had been talking to you. Two that I know of, but it might have been three or so, came to King and told him that they did not want their shit all over the internet, they said (in their words) “Faggots talk too much” to King Karter. King said to me that a few of his other friends were probably thinking the same, but never said anything to him. But King Karter came to my defence and told them all that I never spilled any personal information, like names, city, or anything. He also told them that he had ordered me not to give any of that out. But they were pissed. I was already on my knees when he told me, but I aggressively apologized for everything and told him I never said anything that would lead back to him or them. He believed me and said, it was all good. He talked to the king I served (from the last post), and King Karter said he didn’t mind, and after reading it, he thought it was Hot, and he wanted to use me again, and he wanted to read it on your site, after. King Karter has ordered that I can not tell you any personal information (again). He also said that from now on, I can only tell you about dates or parties that he’s given the ok with. Anything with him is ok to post. I will also let you know from on, if it is ok to post it on the site. I must also forward my emails to him to read prior to sending them to you, so he can read them through and see if he wants to edit it. I am sorry that I can not tell you about everything from now on. I will continue to try to update you as often as I can. Since I last updated you, I have been on quite a few dates with other Kings at my apartment and out at other meet-ups.
Uh oh … King Karter IS watching this site and reading what I write! That certainly puts me under some pressure! However, I would like to reiterate to King Karter, his Alpha Pack, and anyone else reading this site: I’m a vault when it comes to personal information. King Karter could give me his social security number and the information on all of his bank cards, and I would do no harm, nor would anyone ever know about it. You wouldn’t believe the secrets I’ve held about people featured on this site over the years! Nobody will ever know, either!
Next, Ethan goes on to update life under King Karter:
The other reason I had not emailed you is cause I was sick with the flu for about 2.5 weeks in February. (Most of February) I had to skip almost 2 weeks of school. It was bad! King Karter had not let me have any dates at that time. I was also not allowed to serve him at his place. He also limited how many dates came into our apartment to be with #3 until I was fully better. I also did not train my hole at all then, and just stayed on the couch, so other Kings could use the bedroom with #3 if they did come over. Something came up, and I wanted to ask you about it. Before this, I had been getting fucked at least 3-4 times a week. Also, I had been exercising my pussy with dildos and plugs like almost every day, unless I had been fucked, already that day or was too busy with classes, work, or service. I think I could even start to feel my ass pussy changing shape like you said it would! Like longer and more female pussy shaped. But, after I had not been fucked for about 3 weeks and not even fucking myself with dildos, the first time I went back to King Karter to work at his apartment, he got home from the gym while I was cleaning the bathroom. He took a leak in my mouth, and then skull fucked me. After that, he pulled me to the bedroom and raped me HARD! It hurt my pussy badly, almost like the 2nd time he had fucked me (not as bad as the first, though). I begged him a few times to slow down, and if we could take a break, he would not let me. He told me that if I didn’t want it to hurt so much, I needed to work out my pussy every day, like I was doing before. I wanted to ask you, did my ass revert back tighter before I was sick? After that first time he fucked me when I was back, it was fine, and after that he fucked me again, and I went out on a few dates, and it feels looser like it did before I got sick. How do I keep it loose when I’m sick or can’t fuck myself or get fucked for a while? Like, is there a set amount of time that the pussy muscles go backwards? I figure it’s like every other muscle, like since I had not been to the gym in a while, I had a lot of delayed muscle soreness, and it just takes me a day or so working out again to get back into it before the muscles are back up.
Also, after he fucked me very hard that first time back, I could almost feel his thick dick inside of me for like almost a day after. Like you know, when some people have their arm or leg cut off, they have what is called phantom limb syndrome. Is there such a thing as phantom dick syndrome? Like I could literally feel his BBC inside me for a while, I think I had this like the first few times he fucked me too. I kept trying to fuck myself at home to fill myself up again. Thanks, just was wondering if that was really a thing!
Thanks, Sam. I hope you are doing well. I will email you later, but I don’t know if I will be allowed to post them.
I was really happy that King Karter thought to protect the health of his faggot and the others by taking it easy on Ethan when he got sick. Some Masters would force their best faggot to keep serving despite being ill, but King Karter didn’t do that! Of course, it probably helped that King Karter had other faggots to use while Ethan was down!
Ethan asks about his gaped, reshaped pussy hole returning to normal. Certainly, the pussy hole (mostly) returns to its original shape over time when not in use. The entire area is protected by muscles that do recall how it’s supposed to look. Call it muscle memory, whatever. That’s why any active faggot needs to maintain a schedule of stretching so their pussies can be used at any time and penetration not be overly painful.
Ethan asked about that “phantom limb” feeling in a fag’s pussy when it doesn’t have dick in it. Yes, that’s a thing! I call it “The Void” (CLICK HERE). It’s that yearning deep within us where Alpha cock cored out our insides.
But Ethan had more to say:
Oh, Sam, I forgot to include this question!
As you know, we had a state election here in Texas recently. Now that I am a state resident, I have been technically a state resident since last year. I was able to vote in the primaries. I was going to vote for James Talarico, the one who ultimately won the primary, for a few reasons. The biggest was that I thought he spoke to a lot more of the core Texas voter base, and would be able to maybe turn the state purple or even blue. If they saw what he was all about, they might be able to vote the same way later on. But King Karter told me to vote for Jasmine Crockett, because she could do a lot more for the community. I did end up voting for her. I did like that she was a fighter and spoke up a lot more than most Democrats, so I did also like her. Even though Talarico won, King was ok with it and said we need to all vote for him anyway.
My question is, do Alphas and Kings have the power to tell their faggots who and what to vote for? I didn’t mind it at all this time because I liked both. But like, what if an Alpha or King wanted a faggot to vote for something that they didn’t really agree with? Like voting for someone like Trump? Like I would not serve an Alpha that would have me do it, like I know that would be definitely be the same answer you would give. But I was woundering do they have the right and power to do it is all?
Thanks,
#5 Ethan
(Also, King read this and said it was ok, even though I thought he would be offended, he wasn’t.)
This is one of those questions that has always bothered me. Why would an Alpha need to take away his faggot’s vote? Voting is a very personal privilege and right of every citizen, and forcing a faggot to vote a certain way dehumanizes the fag in an uncomfortable way.
I think this would be one of the rare instances when I would vote my conscience and then lie to my Master.
I’m glad to hear that King Karter votes his conscience and has the intelligence and social morality to vote for the Democrats this round. The Republicans are trying to turn America into a criminal Christo-fascist dictatorship, and they must be removed and prosecuted. I’m glad to hear King Karter is the right kind of God Alpha!
The following post is part of a thread following the life and teachings of a 30-year-old God Alpha named Master Maurice as he takes ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a painfully long time since I’ve heard from Master Maurice, one of the truly impressive and inspirational God Alphas ever featured on this site. You might remember that Master Maurice claimed a young, disabled faggot named Édouard in the most touching way imaginable. Whereas most Alphas would’ve refused to even consider a fag in a wheelchair, Master Maurice saw only possibilities of growth, training, and deep, resounding pleasure.
I will forever sing his praises for being the greatest kind of Protector Alpha!
But here’s the rub: most Alphas need more than one person (female or faggot) to really satisfy their needs. Very often, they need A LOT more than one. They simply don’t feel complete in monogamous relationships.
I get that, but I’m a seasoned faggot with few complications. Édouard, on the other hand, is a new faggot, and one bound to a wheelchair that causes a host of insecurities. Still, none of that has deterred Master Maurice from thoroughly owning, using, and even loving Édouard!
But what happens when a God Alpha’s sex drive and need to breed other faggots comes bubbling up once again? Well, that’s what Master Maurice is experiencing right now:
Hello Sam, this is Master Maurice from Switzerland. Long time no see. How are you?
I have been breeding Édouard at least twice a week and thing are going well here. He is my official boyfriend now, so I introduced him to friends and family, and everybody reacted well. I don’t remember if I told you about Jean, the sexy nurse I hired to check on Édouard once a week. We have a very solid affair right now, but Édouard doesn’t know yet. I would have put them together before if I were in regular conditions, but I know very well my boy and he will feel really insecure if he finds out that I am breeding another fag with no disabilities. I told Jean not to say anything and he has no reason to do so because he would lose an Alpha cock and a good job.
I fucked and bred Édouard this morning, then I took them to my bathroom and bathed him, including washing his hole with my hands. We are in a great moment of our relationship and I don’t want to hurt his feelings. I do love him and I love his tight hole, but it’s been difficult to show him that fucking Jean is not cheating on him, it’s just a little bit of variety lol
I am 31, I am not a teenager anymore, so I don’t wanna act like an asshole. What do you think, Sam? I currently have three options: 1) Should I stop seeing Jean and just accept the castration of monogamy? 2) Should I keep fucking Jean and never tell Édouard 3) Should I tell Édouard that this is my condition and there is nothing he can do to stop me from breeding his lovely nurse?
This is quite the conundrum, but it’s also quite common among Alphas with multiple faggots. Honestly, it really becomes a test of the type of Man an Alpha is … is he one who uses what he wants in secret and deceit, or one who is honest and forthright in what he does?
Let’s tackle Master Maurice’s situation through the process of elimination.
Of the three choices, #1 is completely unacceptable and must be discarded. First of all, monogamy runs counter to Master Maurice’s natural instinct and programming. It would effectively put Master Maurice in a form of chastity. Master Maurice should never need to go without fulfilling his own purpose simply because he chose to own a faggot, disabled or not.
#2 is probably what many Alphas would choose (and often do, especially the straight, married ones). However, this course implies that Master Maurice is doing something wrong or shameful, and he is absolutely NOT doing that. He is simply following the natural order and fulfilling his purpose. Also, behaving this way shows a level of disrespect toward the owned faggot that is not warranted or earned. I see Master Maurice as a beacon of honesty and truth, so I’d personally eliminate this “choice” as well.
So that leaves only #3 as the true choice.
Now “true” isn’t the same as “easy”. This will be a difficult conversation given the layers of emotional issues here. But it CAN be done. Master Lorenzo had to have a similar conversation with his dearest faggot Giovanni when he took ownership of a transsexual named Mario and made him a boyfriend. Giovanni was hurt, of course, but Master Lorenzo gently explained that nothing will ever take Giovanni’s place at his feet. Eventually they got to a place where they could even serve Master Lorenzo together! I’ve featured multiple examples of Masters having these types of firm-but-loving conversations with their faggots.
I have nothing but the utmost confidence in Master Maurice. Everything about him exudes warmth, caring, tenderness, and compassion. He’s a King in the vein of many spiritual leaders, lifting the broken so they might stand emotionally if not physically.
I know he will make the right decision, and I know my sweet brother Édouard will understand. We faggots are not meant to keep our Masters to ourselves forever. In fact, when we let them go off to rape and pillage, we endear ourselves to them even more when they return to see us humbly offering ourselves in service. It’s one of the great secrets of successful faghood, and I hope Édouard learns that through this difficult training!
I love my Master Maurice, and I count it a great privilege to be able to even offer my opinion to a God Alpha like him!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’ve long maintained that “owning” faggots online or the ones found on apps is EASY, and isn’t necessarily evidence of Alpha power. Any good-looking Man can do that.
But when a Man can spot faggots in his everyday life, walk up, and then claim them … that’s TRUE Alpha power at work. That’s the kind of confidence that almost certainly defines Alpha power!
Master Anthony is the very definition of that kind of Alpha.
Recently we learned about how Master Anthony seduced and submitted a teacher at his school. He saw his teacher, Daniel, through the insight of his hierarchical “third eye”, saw every nervous twitch and bead of sweat, and perceived the true nature of his teacher – he was a faggot in need of a Master. And now Master Anthony owns Daniel, an older male that society considers “superior” to Master Anthony.
Can you see how fucked-up society is when it comes to hierarchy? People try to conform to society’s lie rather than accept the pure truth of hierarchy that actually governs our lives.
Fortunately we have God Alphas like Master Anthony taking action to claim and train lost faggots!
Master Anthony sent me a latest story of conquest that really highlights why he’s one of the greatest God Alphas on the planet!
Hey faggot I have a quick story for you! A few days ago, I was at the pool doing some lap swimming. When I was out of the water, I noticed a guy, the twink type, who couldn’t stop gawking at me.
Amused, I finally went over to him, said, “Hey,” and gestured for him to follow me. He obediently followed me all the way to the showers, where no one else was. I turned around, crossed my arms, looked scornfully at him, and said, “On your knees.” He knelt down. “Kiss my feet.” He bent down and kissed my feet.
He looked up at me with wide-eyed astonishment. I said to him, “From now on, you’re my slave. Understood?” He nodded frantically. “Good boy. Come on, you’re going to give me your number.”
I gave Fabien a few days off to visit some relatives. So today, I called the pool boy and told him to come over to my flat ASAP. He cleaned the place, did the dishes and the laundry, the ironing and cooked dinner while I played video games, studied, or talked on the phone with my friends. At the end of the day, before dismissing him, I fucked his throat. He left filled with my cum.
I don’t even know his name, but I don’t care. He’s just another fag at my disposal to fill in the gaps or spice things up whenever I feel like it.
Oh, and by the way, things are going really well with Daniel. I put a silver necklace with my name on it around his neck too, to mark him as my dog. He has to wear it all the time, even during class, but I let him keep it under his clothes in public. I can tell he gets nervous when he’s teaching and I smile or wink at him. He’s so cute.
Now, a bunch of us from the class, that is, my homies and a few of our lackeys, know that he’s a little slut for the students who are real men. But I promised him we wouldn’t do anything to hurt his career, as long as he’s a good boy. I am a merciful God to my slaves; I want them to be the best they can be.
Damn, I’m such a great man. I love myself, I love my life. The world is mine to command.
Bye, fag!
Can you see the effortlessness in Master Anthony’s actions? His claiming of females and faggots is like a golden King strolling through his orchard, picking whatever ripe fruit he chooses and sinking his teeth into its juicy flesh!
This nameless faggot’s life was forever changed when Master Anthony spotted it and introduced it to its true purpose: as his faggot, his property!
And I guess that’s what I really want to emphasize here: God Alphas like Master Anthony take these faggots because they want service and worship, but what they’re really doing is the cultivating and harvesting of the fields of hierarchy! I’m sure Master Anthony hasn’t really thought about his actions in those terms, but what powerful Alphas like him are doing is giving faggots direction and purpose! It’s extremely important!
I also really loved that Master Anthony also collared Daniel the teacher with the same collar he gave to Fabien! You might recall what that looked like:
Could you imagine being the fortunate faggot blessed to wear such an ornament, bearing the name of an Alpha King like Master Anthony??
Meanwhile, I’ve been blessed to praise this young God Alpha, one of the true treasures of this site and a light to all faggots everywhere! He’s definitive proof that Men are NOT created equal!
Just as Nature intended!
Thank you, Master Anthony, for your wisdom, insight, and power!
This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The firestorm I inadvertently ignited when I responded to Master Jose’s frustrated question about Master Lorenzo’s desire to give him a facial (CLICK HERE for that) resulted in quite a few opinions from very powerful Alphas, superior Men I deeply admire.
But nobody will ever be closer to my heart than Master Lorenzo and his beautiful faggot Giovanni.
I’ve been so blessed to even know a God Alpha so undeniably powerful that it almost seems like time and space bend around his will. He has changed lives, rescuing people from uncertain futures and giving them purpose in his long, protective shadow. There’s simply nobody like him.
I reacted to Master Jose’s letter to me in such a pointed fashion because I became protective of Master Jose, who sounded hurt and confused over Master Lorenzo’s suggestion. I had put my heart into helping Master Jose embrace his very real Alphahood, so I thought Master Lorenzo was threatening that.
I’m still unnerved by the conversation, but I must admit that Master Lorenzo’s beloved faggot Giovanni’s impassioned plea in defense of his Master really broke my heart. Here’s what he wrote:
omg brother Sam!!! I spent a few days serving Lorenzo and not checking the website here and out of a sudden everybody is talking about his desire to cum on Jose’s face!! Even a podcast episode about that! omg, I wasn’t expecting this
You know how much I love you, brother Sam!! But what happened with you this time to talk these things about our King?? 🙁
The way you are talking about it sounds like Lorenzo is forcing something and he would never do that, brother Sam!!! He is such a perfect King, he just said that he wants to give Jose a facial and that’s true, but even in Jose’s message he said that it was not forced!! Lorenzo just wanted to see his reaction and, to be honest, I don’t see any problems on just saying this on the phone. Jose has seen all the reactions about this whole thing here but I talked to him this morning and he hasn’t made his mind yet. So let’s see… at the end of the day, it’s a decision between two powerful and gorgeous Alphas. But please my beloved brother, do not thing that Lorenzo would force anything into anyone. He loves me, Rafa, Mario, and his brother Jose!! And we are veeeery happy together!
When Jose was still trying to understand if he was an Alpha or not, my King Lorenzo let him fuck me and Rafael! He bred us many times and literally learned how to fuck on my pussy!! Thanks to Lorenzo! So do you really think that Lorenzo doesn’t want to get closer to his wonderful brother? I don’t know what happens in the mind of a God Alpha, but I trust Lorenzo my life and I am sure that he just wants to see Jose happy. Maybe Jose gave you the wrong impression but I think you are much more offended than him, brother Sam! Jose is just in doubt and trying to decide what to do.
I really hope that your reaction doesn’t mean that you don’t like us anymore 🙁 I really love you and I love all these years that we have been together here, brother <3 <3 <3 <3 and all of us like you!! Including Master Lorenzo!! I don’t know if he’s mad at you, we haven’t talked about that yet, but I will tell you what happened once Jose decides.
Let me say up front: NOTHING will EVER change my feelings for either Master Lorenzo or Giovanni. EVER EVER EVER. They are as dear to me as my own heartbeat. Cutting them out of my life would be like carving off an arm or gouging out an eye. They both have my undying love, respect, and admiration.
I think that’s why I reacted so badly to Master Jose’s plea. I felt let down by what I considered to be selfishness and poor judgement by Master Lorenzo against an Alpha brother. Master Jose sounded so alarmed and hurt that I couldn’t stop myself from being horrified.
But Giovanni points to the correct path: Trust in Master Lorenzo and submission to his unquestioned leadership is supposed to be my place and the example I leave here.
So I failed that.
I’m so sorry if I hurt my beloved Master Lorenzo, or frightened my dear little Giovanni. It was wrong to overreact, and wrong to allow my feelings to to overwhelm my good sense.
I thank my brother Giovanni for teaching me a lesson with love and defending his Master in such admirable style. Yes, mentor faggots can still learn even after decades of service, but only if they have humility!
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!
When dealing with high-level Alpha controversies, a faggot like me isn’t really the best authority on them (for many reasons). I always seek the guidance of the highest-level Alpha I can find in order to discover their superior perspective. You see, that’s how we learn!
Master Jase is undoubtedly one of (if not THE) most powerful Alphas I’ve ever featured here. His knowledge is vast and deep, and he never fails to consider all aspects of a matter fairly.
So I approached Master Jase about the situation involving Master Lorenzo wanting to cum on Master Jose’s face (CLICK HERE). It seems like a big-enough issue for him, and I knew that he probably has given facials to Alphas just like he has faggots (like Master Lorenzo, he has also bred lesser Alphas).
So what was Master Jase’s opinion? Here’s what he wrote:
I do love to soak my sluts’ faces, beards, necks and chests with my cum on occasion. It serves two purposes. The first is to mark them as mine. They’re wearing my essence, the fags will be constantly reminded by both sensation and smell that they are mine. The second is to deny them the satisfaction of feeling my god cock pumping them full and breeding them. I can gauge when to do it and leave them needing and wanting more.
I won’t say that I haven’t done the same to the alphas I fuck and breed. But from what I recall, it has always been at their request. For when my alphas crave to be used and ruined and bitched out, and they ask to feel me paint their faces.
To them, there is a great satisfaction to my god cock and power wrecking their face, mouth and throat. Having them moaning and gagging and their throat slime coating my cock and smeared all over their face. Being a dedicated cocksucker waiting for my massive loads to whitewash their upper body half.
Jose’s situation is different. He is completely pleased being fucked and bred by Lorenzo over and over. He clearly loves the sensation of being filled up by both cock and cum. There is no denying that he accepts Lorenzo as the superior alpha over him.
However, this doesn’t mean that Lorenzo can use and ruin Jose the same way he can a fag. There must still be respect for the other alpha’s presence and alphahood. Because at the end of the day, with my alphas whose asses I cunt out and wreck and leave a gaping bred mess, they feel stronger and more confident holding my seed in them.
This may come off as hypocritical as I just mentioned that I have cunted the alphas I fuck. One can argue how is that any different from Lorenzo wanting to give Jose a facial. I want to say that cunting is an inevitable and valued part of having my god cock ramming and rearranging any man’s insides I am pounding. That it is transformative and leaves even the alphas I fuck wanting it more when they crave to be fucked hard. A facial is different as it is a deliberate move to demean someone who hasn’t requested it. It would be different if Jose had requested it directly from Lorenzo to be wearing his seed.
Jose should trust his instincts. One’s alphahood is always intuitive and will understand their place next to another’s, but it still must be respected and boundaries held. Lorenzo, as a god alpha, should recognise this when Jose pushes back in this regard.
Hope that helps you, fag. Not a bad way to enjoy a 6am morning blowjob from my house bitch, pondering your post.
A further note. Hierarchy and domination relies heavily on trust, intent, purpose and communication. Just last time we spoke of fake alphas and how they portray themselves without proper purpose. That there is no attempt at building that trust between an alpha and a fag. While Lorenzo’s and Jose’s case is not to the same level, a reminder to Lorenzo that he has a responsibility and duty to Jose as the superior alpha would not be amiss.
Perfection!
Master Jase isolates the one thing that bothers me most: that Master Jase is upset about having Master Lorenzo squirt his load on his face. Ultimately that is the deciding factor. After all, Alphas should be independent agents, powerful Men who should be able to determine their wants and needs. Forcing Master Jose (or strongly persuading him) is a form of sexual assault, something that should never be condoned between fellow Alphas!
Master Jase’s sexual use of other Alphas goes further than Master Lorenzo’s, so in some ways a mere facial is child’s play compared to what Master Jase has put them through. But that doesn’t mean a facial is less humiliating, especially for a developing Alpha like Master Jose.
I really hope Master Lorenzo listens to Master Jase’s counsel, as well as the other voices expressed on the site, and think twice about it. I really want there to be mutual respect between two Alphas I deeply care about and respect!
This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I answered THIS QUESTION from a reader regarding Master Lorenzo’s desire for a transsexual mate despite owning two amazing faggots, I just knew I would hear from Master Lorenzo’s fag Giovanni. I was pretty annoyed by the criticism, so I knew my distant brother and faithful, fully-bred faggot Gio would have a few curt things to say about it.
Here is what Gio wrote in response to this reader:
Hello brother Sam!!
I just read the question of a fag saying rude things about my Master and King Lorenzo. Thank you for saying that he is a God and a Master who deserves everything he wants!!
And let me be very honest here: some friends of mine do not understand why I have an open relationship with him if I love him so much. But loving him is exactly the reason why I don’t mind him fucking Rafa and Mario. I understand his needs and I am happy if he is happy. Sorry to say that, but some faggots seem to be brainwashed by monogamy and they forget to enjoy life by the side of fantastic Men like Lorenzo!!
He has NEVER hit me, offended me, cursed me, or disrespected me in any way. Quite the contrary, he literally saved my mom and I, even paid my mom’s rent for several months when she was unemployed. So how can someone possibly think that he is toxic just because he needs to breeds other holes? He bathes me with his own hand and puts ointment inside my hole with his own fingers. He treats me like his princess. If that’s the life of a mere cumdump, 95% of my female friends wish their boyfriends treated them as a cumdump.
Lastly, I got a fissure for taking part of his loads. Imagine what would happen if I took all his loads! Having Mario and Rafa is an act of love to preserve my hole as well.
Anyway, I know he doesn’t need us protecting him online because he is a King. But I wanted to share this message to thank you for saving the right thing and, most importantly, tell our fag brothers: don’t be selfish! If a good Master wants to take care of you like Lorenzo does with me, embrace the opportunity!
This is a much better defense of Master Lorenzo than I could ever muster! Giovanni has experienced the tenderness and gentle care Master Lorenzo lavishes on all of his boys, so he knows better than I do and certainly better than an anonymous reader!
Thank you, Giovanni, for adding your voice to Master Lorenzo’s chorus of praise!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of God Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Master Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend Giovanni. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I hear dumb Alphas say they could never love a faggot, I knowingly smirk in condescension. An Alpha would need to be impossibly clueless and stone-hearted to suggest to someone like me (who has been loved by Masters, and catalogues plenty of other examples) that an Alpha can’t love his faggot.
Get the fuck out of here with that nonsense.
If an Alpha can share his body with his faggot, he can share his heart with it. No matter how powerful an Alpha becomes – ascending to even God Alpha levels of power and command – he’s never too unreachably high that he can’t be loving to the faggots he owns and uses. In fact, I would argue (and have argued) that no Man can truly embody a God Alpha without owning a faggot and caring for it. Do you mean to tell me an Alpha can share his cock, cum, piss, spit, and everything else about his body, but showing tenderness and love toward it violates some nonexistent line of conduct??
Fortunately, this site has plenty of truly astounding examples of Alphas loving their faggots. As I recently said in a post, this site has seen at least five marriages between Alphas and their faggots! Love is not a weakness, but rather a sign of security and strength. The greatest Alphas should be capable of the greatest love. I have praised so many of these glorious examples, and they are all close to my heart.
One of my favorite examples of this is the tender love Master Lorenzo shares with his faithful little faggot Giovanni.
My recent post about Giovanni suffering anal fissures from being fucked my Master Lorenzo’s big dick caused some to express concern, including Master Albert. One of the most heartbreaking aspects of that story is something I understood well, namely, Giovanni’s deep sorrow and shame over being out of commission. I felt those tears he shed. After all, I’m a human being with a wellspring of love in my heart for boys like Gio.
Thankfully, my Master Lorenzo is also a secure and powerful Alpha who also has a deep wellspring of love for his faggots. Moved by his heart, Master Lorenzo penned a gorgeous ode to the genuine spirit of his most beloved faggot Giovanni.
I’m so proud to share this with you all:
You are always celebrating the glory of great Alphas, as you should. But today I would like you to write a post to celebrate the sweetest fag of all times: my gorgeous Giovanni. I told him to tell you everything that happened concerning his anal fissure and I appreciate how you said good things about me, but I just did what any real Man should do. My sweet Gio, humble as always, wrote about this episode overlooking his own effort and merits, just talking about how amazing my presence and guidance are in his life. But I must say to you and all your audience that Gio demonstrated the best behavior I have ever seen in my whole life.
He cried for hours when the doctor told him he would not be able to take my cock for a few weeks. The only other time I saw him crying this much was when his grandmother passed away – so you can see how affected he was. I did not understand at first because it is really not a big deal, every fag has anal fissures. But he really felt as a failure, so it was not about the fissure itself, but he took this incident as a proof that he was not good enough for me. And I must admit that having a FTM boyfriend has been a lot for my good boy to deal with. I have spent hours and hours talking to both Mario and Gio to clarify that my heart has more than enough space for both of them. I guess that having this fissure was a trigger for Gio to feel a lesser faggot because he has one pussy and Mario has two. But anyway, I already handled this situation and now they are friends.
I am writing this message in praise of Gio because he showed me a lot of commitment in these past few weeks. On the following day of the medical appointment, Gio woke me up with a kiss and said “my mouth is still a pussy for you to fuck, and it will always be an available pussy for you”. No need to say that I got hard and he gave me a great blowjob. I always fuck his throat holding his hair so I can decide the pace of the throat fuck, but this time he opened his mouth so much that I thought he would break his jaw lol he really wanted to turn his mouth into a fleshlight. I fucked nice and hard, getting quite rough, his mouth was full of fag spit, and tears were coming from his eyes, but he just kept his mouth open while the tears were coming from his eyes, looking at me at all times. I stopped before I came and asked if he was okay, and my sexy fag said “I am always okay if you are having a good time, please fuck me as hard as you need and cum, breed my throat like you do with my pussy” And so I did it! I held Gio’s head with both hands I banged him hard and it was probably his best blowjob in all the years we have been together. I came on his tongue because it would not be fair to cum deep and stop him from tasting my seed. My boy was so happy, you should’ve seen his face. And since that day, I fucked his throat multiple times a week and he never complained, I literally treated his throat as a fleshlight and he just said thank you and thank you. I even did some research to make sure that there are not throat fissures lol
His hole is finally healed, so this morning I did not fuck him hard and rough, but I truly made love with my fag. I kissed him during the whole thing, I looked deep inside his eyes. I started with his ass up kissing his neck, then he rode me a little bit to make sure he would be comfortable, and then I finished in missionary kissing his face, repeating how special and gorgeous he is. And you know what, Sam? I did not cunt him because I was very gentle, but I think I cunted him mentally, because he was so submissive and obedient the whole day after I bred him. I could see in his eyes how special he felt, and I gave my sexy boy a nice load deep in his healed pussy.
So that’s it, Sam… this is not just a hot account of an Alpha banging a twink. This is my deep admiration and gratitude for having Gio in my life. I love my fag, I love Mario, and I love you, Sam.
I’ve said it before: there is practically no connection deeper or more resonant than that of an Alpha and his faggot. Why? Because both the Alpha and the faggot have to accept deep truths about themselves through each other. Each one fulfills something primal in the other: PURPOSE.
Master Lorenzo knows what Giovanni has had to fight through in order to find purpose at his feet. And Giovanni knows what Master Lorenzo was willing to do in order to have Giovanni as his property. The entire time, through every obstacle and challenge, they’ve never deviated from their purpose to each other as a Master or a faggot.
Master Lorenzo mentions how Gio was so eager to keep getting throat fucked despite the tears streaming down his face, his eyes affixed on his Master’s eyes. There’s NO WAY a God Alpha could look down at such devotion and fail to feel something.
And then came the lovemaking! Master Lorenzo slowly and deeply fucking Giovanni’s pussy, eye-to-eye and face-to-face, until he finally pumped his load deep inside Giovanni. His holy seed entering Giovanni and mingling with his blood … a God Alpha impregnating his faggot in the most significant way possible.
Master Lorenzo mentions a “cunting of the mind”. This is very true. First of all, seeding a faggot’s pussy will cause psychotropic effects anyway due to the chemical makeup of cum. But something else occurs when a faggot gets fucked like this – scratch that, made love to like this: the faggot falls in wondrous, awe-inspired love with its Master.
With all of the recent trouble involving Mario, Giovanni has felt like a lesser possession. He can’t compete with Mario’s transsexual versatility or status in Master Lorenzo’s life.
But Master Lorenzo making love to Giovanni reminded Gio that he truly is valuable to his great God Alpha Master. That he is not just useful … he is loved and appreciated!
Can you see what is possible when an Alpha and a faggot come together in loyalty, honesty, and purpose? It’s not just hot sex. It’s much more powerful than that.
It can be love.
I thank you and praise you, Master Lorenzo, for not only your unsurpassed example, but also for your love! And I thank my baby brother Giovanni for his heart and his love, too!
Hi Sam, 23 year old muscular jock here who loves to wrestle. But I’m a bitch to big Asian cock, especially my Sir Grant’s. Whoever says Asians can’t be kings are lying. Sir Grant is 20 years old and has been using me as his personal fuck toy for the past five years. He’s so unbelievably dominant that I sometimes am just awestruck at how he commands and controls, during fucks and outside of fucks.
I used to bully him when he joined the high school wrestling team at 14, I was 17. I teased him, kicked him around, even called him pathetic. But the next year, Sir Grant’s skinny body was gone, he was a jacked hunk. He absolutely destroyed me, pinned me, slammed me around, made me tap out.
I never felt so useless, but I was also so hard. Sir Grant made me strip, and laughed at my little nub, when he pulled out an 8″ monster cock, even at 15 years old. He made me suck him, destroyed my throat, and made it my pleasure to worship his big Asian cock from a superior real male.
I learnt how good his thick cock felt choking me of all breath. He fucked my head repeatedly, and drowned me in his seed. The next time we wrestled, and after owning me like the superior he was, Sir Grant made me suck his cock wet, then turned me around and began forcing his cock into my white pussy. He didn’t stop as his massive cock plunged in and out of me, and I was transformed. I loved the pain and pleasure from his cock, so thick and so commanding and so good in me, especially when he finally came inside my ruined pussy.
Sir Grant has only gotten stronger and bigger. He’s shorter, but so much more built, and feels ten times stronger than I am. His cock, last we measured, was almost 11 inches. Huge and uncut, and he likes to slap my face around with it.
Just yesterday, Sir Grant fucked me hard in front of some of his friends. Wrestled me and threw me around, picked me up like a feather, and slam me down before fucking me. Stretched my jaw around his cockhead, tasting his sweat and scent, before he flipped me, stuffed my face with his jock, and pounded me for hours.
I still struggle to take all 11 massive thick inches of Sir Grant, but he keeps training me to be his perfect cock sleeve. He talks down to me, calling me his “pathetic white cumdump”, how I use his “superior Asian cum to bulk up”. I passed out from cumming so much from his cock in me and woke up to him still fucking me. Sir Grant has fucked me for a whole day without showing tiredness. And his loads are so massive.
Today, I’m so sore, but I can still feel my pussy muscles trying to clench around his phantom cock inside me. He’s fucking a girl so loud in his room, and I wish it was me taking his powerful cock and vigorous fucking.
I’m addicted to him, Sam. You can probably tell how much I love Sir Grant and his big Asian cock. He fucks me crazy, but my white pussy always needs days of rest after he fucks and breeds me. He constantly fucks other guys and girls, but I’m his longest serving bitch. I’m his roommate officially, but his house bitch in reality, so I am always open for him.
Wrestling is our shared hobby, we have a whole set-up in our basement, and he loves to dominate me hard before he destroys my pussy for hours in our home gym. I’ve become his domestic servant and bitch, such as letting him use me as a footstool, sniffing his pits, cleaning his room, even Sir Grant asking me to wash his hair. He seems to like it, and pets me and compliments me before fucking me stupid.
My question to you, Sam, is that is it normal of me to want more? A fantasy I have is for him to bully-fuck me, like I used to bully him. Kicking me around. Treat me like dirt. Bash my body. Sir Grant is brutal, but he has never completely let loose on me, I can feel it. I can feel my Sir is far stronger than he shows. How can I get him to unleash that power on me? I want him to humiliate me even more. I want him to degrade me harder. Use me on his large cock even more brutally. Amplify the difference between his Asian supremacy over my white wrestler bitch body. I’m building my body up for Sir Grant alone so he can use me even harder. Fuck me longer and rougher, even after I’ve passed out. What can I do to devote myself to Sir Grant and show him that I’m ready for more?
Thank you for the question!
Actually, it’s not really much of a question. After all, what else can you possibly do to devote yourself more to the needs of your Master, Sir Grant?? You’re essentially doing everything and anything he demands of you without question. He’s clearly at least an Apex Alpha, if not fully a God Alpha. He’s not holding back from using you at all.
Things seem perfect, honestly.
If you want him to beat you up more, then I suggest you kneel before him and make that request. I’m sure he won’t have any problem getting revenge on the way you treated him when you were younger.
But I will say this to everybody out there: stop stereotyping Asian Men. Many of them do not fit that stereotype at all, and your prejudice is likely to end up with you pulverized and left for dead. Sir Grant is yet another example this site has recently published of the phenomenon of powerful God-level Asian Alphas with big dicks totally ravaging faggots and females. Don’t sleep on Asian Alphas!
This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I dearly love my brother Giovanni, the personal faggot of God Alpha Master Lorenzo. He and Fabien are two of the greatest mentor faggots I’ve ever featured on this site, and it’s been a privilege of mine to call both of them my brothers. Giovanni is so special because he’s overcome so many obstacles in order to find fulfillment at the feet of the the most extraordinary Master Lorenzo, an Alpha who makes impossible things possible.
Through all of the changes that have occurred in their lives, Master Lorenzo has always protected sweet little Giovanni, caring for him in a way so tender that it sometimes surprises even me. It’s clear from Master Lorenzo’s example that God Alphas can be loving toward their faggots. It’s an example I refer to often in the face of the cruel brutality pretenders heap on faggots everywhere.
The latest example of Master Lorenzo’s tenderness toward Giovanni comes with this latest update from my brother:
Hello brother Sam!!!
How are you? This is your little brother Gio again. Our King Lorenzo did something very sweet again…
A few weeks ago I started to feel a lot of pain inside my pussy, I talked to my King and he opened my ass, looked at it, and said that nothing looked wrong, but he would do something about it. He scheduled an appointment with a doctor and went with me. The doctor examined my hole and she said that I had two anal fissures and omg Sam, I was soooo sad! I felt like a failure as a faggot and a boyfriend to my King. But as always, my King did all the talking with the doctor and she explained what I needed to do: drink a lot of water, eat a lot of fibers, use a healing ointment, and TWO WEEKS WITHOUT ANY SEXUAL ACTIVITY.
My King thanked the doctor, paid for the appointment, bought all the products I needed, and we went back home. As soon as he closed the door I started to cry A LOT, which now looks very silly but at that moment I felt like a failure. If I am a hole for my Master and King, what would I do without my pussy to please him? Lorenzo kissed me, put me in his arms, we had dinner together, took a shower together, and he put the healing ointment in my pussy with his own hands. I felt so loved and so calm in his arms, and of course gave him a great blowjob to show him how much I love him. I swallowed his precious load, and he told me that I was a special boy and that he was not upset at all. He repeated many times that it was all good and that he would take care of me.
On the following morning, Lorenzo texted our group chat with Mario and Rafa, told them to come to our place. Mario is the “official boyfriend”, while Rafa and I are the faggots, so Lorenzo explained what happened and told them that I would not be able to take his cock for a few weeks until I healed completely. He sent Rafa and I to the kitchen to cook for all of us, and then took Mario to his bedroom. He left the door open on purpose so while we were cooking I could hear Mario’s screams, moaning super loud while Lorenzo was banging him. When he finished inside his pussy, I entered the room, and told them that the food was almost ready. I wanted to be kind so I asked Mario if there was anything he wanted. But he said, “no, I’m alright, I guess I will never have the little problem you have”, meaning that he would not have an anal fissure because he had an actual pussy to please Lorenzo. I did not like his joke at all, but Master Lorenzo looked at Mario with an angry face and said “apologize now, Gio is dealing with a lot of things right now and I will not accept this kind of rude comments in my house”. Mario apologized, told me that he was just joking and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Then Lorenzo held my hand and said “you know what, baby? I was going to fuck just Mario’s pussy because it’s much easier that preparing his ass, but after this rude comment he made about you, I will fuck his ass tonight just to remind him of his place”
And he did it! After dinner, Rafael asked if my Master wanted a blowjob (my poor brother was craving Master’s cock!). Then Lorenzo brought all of us to the bedroom, told Rafael to suck his cock, and told Mario that he wanted his ass. Mario tried to convince Master to fuck his pussy, not his ass, but Lorenzo said that he really wanted to fuck some ass and Mario accepted his fate. Oh Sam, it was sooo amazing to see my Master putting Mario in his place! He put Mario with his ass up in bed, then put all his weight on Mario and went inside his ass. Then Lorenzo said the sexiest thing ever!! “you think you’re much better than my boys because you have an extra hole, right? but look at you now, you’re taking my cock just like they do” Mario didn’t even answer, he was just moaning louder and louder and after banging him like that for a while, Lorenzo announced that he would cum. He shot his load, looked Mario in his eyes and said “two holes full of my seed now”. Rafa needed to go back home, so he kissed our Master’s feet and left. Mario stayed with us, and the three of us slept together in the bed.
Mario has some weird attitudes with me sometimes, but he is a good person, we just need to understand each other and our roles in Lorenzo’s life.
That’s it Sam! I think next week I will be able to please my Master again and I can’t wait to feel him inside of me!! Love you, brother!
I mean, have you ever heard of such gentle and loving care shown to a faggot by an Alpha before? It’s too rare, honestly. It takes almost nothing for an Alpha to do it, but it means THE WORLD to the faggot!
It really broke my heart to hear that Giovanni was so upset over this diagnosis. His tears really show how badly Gio wants to please his Master at all times! Unfortunately, these kinds of things happen to faggots, particularly when dealing with extra large Alpha cocks like Master Lorenzo’s.
But Giovanni never needs to fear. Like a Man happily watching his beloved puppy play, Master Lorenzo watches over Gio with utter delight. Their bond could never be ruined by a temporary setback! Master Lorenzo cherishes Giovanni’s deep love, respect, and worship. It’s never going to change.
I’m so grateful that I have been able to be a part of their beautiful relationship. They both inspire me beyond words!
Thank you, Master Lorenzo, and my baby brother Gio!
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!
When you’re a young, straight, hyper-intelligent God Alpha who looks exactly like Tom Holland of Spider-Man fame, life becomes ridiculously easy. Just ask Master Anthony, because he is exactly everything I just described. Money flows to him like tribute. Females flock to him just to smell his pheromones and offer him every hole on their bodies. Males jockey with each other just to gain his favor and approval.
Master Anthony knew all of that before the day he truly understood that nature also made faggots to serve him like the God Alpha he is. Then the seemingly-endless possibilities of his superior life became impossibly infinite. He realized, in an instant, that literally everything belonged to him.
With that realization came the deep understanding that he could take anyone he wanted at any time, shape them into whatever he desired, and completely own them. That’s a tectonic shift in a young Alpha’s thinking, one that few males will ever know. Only him.
To that end, you might remember the most recent update from Master Anthony involving his seduction of his college teacher Daniel (CLICK HERE for that). I knew that wouldn’t be the end of it, of course, but what eventually transpired went far beyond what I imagined.
Here’s Master Anthony’s update:
I’m sure you’d like to know how things went with Daniel lately, eh faggot? 😉 That’s a good moment, for there has been a huge development today! 😀
On Monday last week, Daniel arrived late to class when we were all there. Throughout the lesson, I could see that he was a little nervous and was carefully avoiding looking at me. Well, he couldn’t help but glance at my feet in white socks resting on the chair in front of me! But I could tell he was still embarrassed about the last time when I made him lace up my boots in the street. At the end of class, he quickly packed up his things and left right away, before I could go and say a word to him.
The prey was trying to escape me. So I sent an email to lure him back. I decided to invite him to my place: my instinct told me that he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to be alone with me at home! I wrote him:
“Hey Daniel,
Well done on today’s class, once again it was very interesting! I would have loved to speak with you in more depth about this week’s text and the rest of the syllabus. But you left very quickly. I hope everything is okay? If you have a problem, let me know!
Are you free in the next few days, like this Thursday evening? I’d like to invite you over to my place to chat! I live not far from the uni! My roommate is coming home late that day, so we’ll have the place to ourselves. Let me know!
Keep the good work!
Your favorite and best student
Anthony Dolivet”
He answered the next morning.
“Mr Dolivet,
Thank you very much for your kind comments and your concern. I’m fine, sorry for leaving so quickly, i was just in a hurry!
And thank you for the invite! I’d be glad to visit my best student this Thursday evening. Just let me know exactly where and when you’d like me to come and I’ll be there.
Respectfully,
Daniel”
I smiled when I read this. I guessed that he must have spent the evening and night worrying and wondering what to do, but his servile instinct and desire to please me won out! And two days later, he rang my doorbell right on time, just as I had told him to!
I opened the door, sweaty in my black tank top, because I had been doing some working out. I immediately noticed his flustered state, the look of wonder that flashed across his eyes. I scratched my neck and saw his gaze drawn to my hairy, sweaty armpit.
“You’re here just in time! I need to rest! Let’s hang out and relax! Hey, I’m not stinking too bad, am I?” I moved my armpit closer to him, but he didn’t move and stammered, “No, no, it’s okay.” I giggled and went to slump down in my cozy armchair. I said, “Do you want anything? I’d like a beer and a foot massage! There are beers in the fridge,” and I gestured toward the kitchen. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do, then understood the implicit order. He rushed into the kitchen, came back with a bottle of beer, which he respectfully handed to me, and sat down on the sofa opposite me, where I had indicated.
We started chatting, first about classes, then I asked him about his life and background. He didn’t seem to have realized yet that he had implicitly agreed to massage my feet by going to fetch me a beer, because he didn’t react immediately when I placed my left foot, in a white sock, on his lap. But all it took was a snap of my fingers and a nod from me for him to start rubbing it absentmindedly while continuing to talk. We went on like this for quite a while, and when I switched feet, he resumed massaging the other one without hesitation!
Later, Fabien came back to the apartment. I sat up and said, “It’s already so late! Fabien, say hello to Daniel. Daniel, this is my roommate Fabien.” Daniel jumped up, grabbed his things, and mumbled, “I have to go, I’m expected elsewhere…” I replied, “Are you sure? No problem! It was great having you here! See you soon, OK?” He left a little hastily.
Flashforward to today. I couldn’t wait to see Daniel again and to increase my dominance. I was thinking of what I should do next. During class, I found him very unsettled, but he didn’t avoid my gaze; quite the contrary, he often glanced at me, looking a little anxious. At the end of class, he came up to me while I was gathering my things. “Mr. Dolivet, can I talk to you, er … in private?” “Of course, Dan!”
I followed him as he led me to his small office. Very nervous, he closed the door after checking that no one was around. We were face to face and alone. He was clearly very nervous. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze evasive and his hands shaking. I smiled at him and nodded encouragingly. Then he knelt down. Looking me in the eyes, he said, “Thank you, Master, for opening my eyes to my place and my destiny. You are a Superior Man, and I owe you respect, obedience, and loyalty. I ask your forgiveness for taking so long to understand this, and I am yours to command for whatever you wish.”
I was BEAMING! I said “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I glanced down at my feet. He muttered, “Sorry” and rushed to kiss the tips of each of my boots. “Such a good boy!” I grinned and I said “I knew I would break you. You were fun to chase, you will be fun to dominate. What finally made you see the truth?”
“I get in touch with with your roomate, Master, er … your house slave Fabien. He helped me to understand.” I shook my head, delighted. “Of course. My dear Fab. I was sure of it. Such a good boy. I see a lot of him in you. You’re going to be a great slave.” So I took out my cock and fucked his throat, deep and hard. He had a tough time, choking once or twice. I left him with his face and hair covered in cum, saying, “I’ve got to go! See you next time, slave! Keep ready to obey!”
This is gonna be so fun! 😀 I love to be a GOD! When my good boy Fabien comes home tonight, I’ll have him tell me what he did with Daniel, I’d love to know!
What a masterpiece of mental and physical domination! For instance, notice how Master Anthony calls his teacher “Daniel” while the teacher calls him “Mr. Dolivet”. That is very subtle signaling that only the subconscious might recognize. I also love how Master Anthony allows faggots to come to the inevitable conclusion that they are born to serve. He allows them time to accept the inevitability of their fate as his eventual property. He’s like a lion leisurely stalking an elk, knowing that eventually he’s going to feast!
However, as Master Anthony suggests at the end of his letter, his personal faggot Fabien had something to do with Daniel’s sudden acceptance of his faghood (unsurprising, really!).
So a day later I received this giddy update from my brother Fabien. Just listen to his behind-the-scenes shenanigans:
My dear beloved brother !
My Master Anthony wants me to explain to you (and him) how it went between me and his newest slave Daniel. When Daniel was home last Thursday, he left when I arrived to the flat. But when I opened the door for him, while Anthony was checking some stuff in his room, Daniel whispered something to me. Looking quite nervous, he asked me how long I had been Anthony’s roommate. I told him a year and a half, and he asked if he could contact me to talk. I said yes, of course, gave him my number, and he left in a hurry. Last Saturday, at Daniel’s invitation I went to see him at his own apartment, which is not very far from where we live (I mean, from Anthony’s place, where I live). Anthony was spending the week-end with his bros and I had some time.
Of course by then I knew what was going on. My Master had given me a few glimpses of what was happening with his teacher, and I read your wonderful article on the subject. I had a pretty good idea what Daniel wanted to talk to me about. He thanked me for giving him my time, told me he had noticed that I was about his age (actually even a little older) and that he would like to talk about his young student, with whom I was living, to get to know him better if possible, because certain things were troubling him.
As you can guess, I gave him a straight answer. “What you must understand is that Anthony is not my roommate. He is my Master and I am his slave. Because he’s a superior Alpha Man and I’m an inferior male who’s destined to serve and worship him. And I think you are, too. And I think you know it.”
Not surprisingly, he was flabbergasted by my frankness. He stammered some protests and I tried to calm him down. I placed my hand on his and explained to him the truth of Hierarchy as best as I could. I told him that everything he had been feeling and doing for weeks, his burning desire to obey Anthony and please him, was revealing his true nature as a slave. I pointed out to him that he was already debasing himself and bending over backwards just to be in Anthony’s good graces. And I went on. “Listen, I know it’s hard to accept your inferiority. You and I, we are both smart and brave and talented. And at some point, we certainly dreamed of another life. But we have to accept who we are: we are natural-born slaves. Our destiny is to grovel and worship and obey our betters. To serve a Man like Anthony. And believe me, we are lucky to have find a superior like him!”
He was still shocked and very nervous. I could see him looking around, even shaking. But I remained as calm and firm as I could. “Some Men are just better. That is an obvious fact. Anthony is one of them. These Alpha Men will get everything they want in life, they will get all the success, wealth, glory, fun and sex. You and I, we are programmed by nature to serve them. To make sure they enjoy their life at the fullest. We must be at their beck and call. That is your destiny, whether you want it or not. You can either embrace who you are and be as happy as possible, or deny yourself any chance of fulfillment..”
He was starting to cry. I carried on with what I was saying. “I want you to think about your life ahead of you. You will never marry, you will never father a child, you will never lead. But you will teach young adults and, among them, young Alpha Men and you will help them reach their greatest potential. And if you’re lucky, some of them will command you other services and you’ll have opportunities to worship them. Right now, Anthony wants you to serve him. And that’s a blessing! You have the opportunity and the privilege to be a part of the life of a wonderful young God Alpha Master!
Daniel was still shaking and crying. He muttered “Are you really sure?” I told him: “Repeat after me, OK? I am a slave.” He said it. “I exist to serve Superior Men.” He said it. “Good. Once again. Go on.” After the tenth time, he spoke with a strong and confident voice, despite his trembling and tears. “I AM A SLAVE. I EXIST TO SERVE SUPERIOR MEN.” Then I gave him a big hug. “From now on, you are my brother. You can always count on me. We inferiors must stick together to survive in this world run by Alphas. We must support each other to please them if we want to survive at their feet!”
Daniel muttered: “What must I do, now?” I explained to him what he should do next time he sees Anthony. I told him he should submit to his Master, kneel down, kiss his feet, then thank him for opening his eyes and apologize for not submitting sooner. “I can’t do that” he said weakly. “Yes you can. I’m sure you can, brother. Be brave!”
I could see he was still struggling with the idea. I put my hand on his shoulder and said to him: “My brother, search your heart and seek the truth. You know you want to submit to Anthony. You want it with all your slave soul. Do it, and I promise you will be fulfilled.”
You can only imagine how happy I was this Monday, when Daniel texted me to inform me of what happened in his office with my Master. I replied to him with this message: “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! Welcome at Anthony’s feet! Love you, brother! Let’ stay in touch and serve our Master to the best! I’m here for you if you need any help, OK?” Next thing, I’m gonna introduce him to the slave Charter I wrote. And see with him and other faggots of the Alpha Pack how to make Anthony’s life always better and better!
My Master Anthony, since you are reading this : THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING THE AMAZING GOD YOU ARE! THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY INFERIOR SLAVE HEART! I AM YOURS FOREVER! I ADORE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS!
And thank YOU my brother for your constant help and support!
Lots of love,
Fab the fag
I’m not even sure which is more extraordinary, Master Anthony’s command of Daniel or Fabien’s magnificent, on-the-spot training of Daniel!
Fabien’s logical reasoning of hierarchical truth forced Daniel to confront his own purpose with a clarity that rivals the greatest “mentor faggots” within the faggot hierarchy!
In fact, that’s what I really want to emphasize here: Fabien is now, in my eyes, a true mentor faggot! It’s the highest honor any faggot can hope to achieve, but Fabien has earned it through his faithfulness, his honesty, his willingness to share, and his enthusiasm in helping other faggots who are struggling or out of line. He teaches others in word and deed. He gives of himself to the point of exhaustion.
I’m so utterly proud of both Master Anthony and his treasured faggot, Fabien! They are the quintessential example of how the Alpha/faggot dynamic is meant to work. I feel so blessed to know them both and share their extraordinary story with the world!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a very long time (April, 2025) since we last heard from Master Alex, an Asian God Alpha who, like Master Jase, destroys the stupid stereotype of Asian Men being tiny-dicked fags. Like Master Jase, Master Alex is armed with a very big dick, short, muscular physique, and an Alpha rage inferno burning inside him.
Like any true, natural-born God Alpha, Master Alex owns a large stable of on-call faggots and one live-in fag to serve as his daily cumdump and domestic. He runs his own housing business, and he’s successful in every aspect of his blessed life.
It’s always critical to listen and learn when a God Alpha like him chooses to tell the story of how he discovered and developed this great power within himself. Interestingly, Master Alex’s story hinges on a critical mentorship with an older, straight Alpha:
Fag,
Much time has passed since my last message to you. I have been busy working, training, gyming, rutting and breeding. Always getting stronger, always getting more dominant. I will split my reply to you into two parts, you will see why. And no, it is not because I love to also split muscle glutes in half.
I work in housing investment and sales. I only just returned from a five day conference. Within twenty minutes of checking in at the resort, I had a hotel guest on his back, legs on my shoulders, ripping into his muscle ass.There was an endless amount of men I met at the resort gym, bar, sauna, pools, and lounges. All those men whose pussies I gaped and reshaped. A hulking closeted married man also attended the conference, and I made him my regular bitch fag for the whole week. It was so easy to mark him from the first greeting. Took nothing more than a gym and massage session before I had his tree-trunk legs on my shoulders. I fucked and bred him no less than five times a day; you should have seen the fag’s face of bliss when I was finally ten inches balls deep in his ruined cunt. In meetings I deliberately sat next to him, fingering his sore, cum filled cunt, and he would moan and even assgasm from just being fingered. I spent an extra day mercilessly cunting him nonstop. When he was blacked out and wasted, I would fuck and fag out other men until he recovered. The married fag now knows his place, and guaranteed he can’t stop craving being fucked, dominated, and bred by a smaller muscled man.
My favored circle of faggots are twelve powerful, virile, studly men. No one would expect such commanding masculine jocked up males to be owned and conquered faggots in service to an even more powerful Asian male. All of them would be ready at a moment’s notice, a jacked up bitch presenting his holes or crawling to me, ready to serve and to be used. They come from all walks of life; of some of the twelve fags are a CEO, a popular athlete, a construction foreman, a bouncer, a tax agent, a boxing coach, high school captains, the list goes on. I was always aware I was different. I was stronger, faster, smarter, and superior to my peers. I was not bigger, but I felt bigger. My cock dwarfed other boys when we cock-pared. I taunted those boys and used their awe and disbelief to fuck and use their mouths and holes. I caught the attention of girls, even those already with boyfriends, and fucked them far better than their useless boys could. You could say I was cocky and arrogant and a rough, unpolished gem of an Alpha. My father and older brother were not the role models I needed; I was dominating out of pure instinct.
My friend’s father at a parent-supervised pool party saw how I interacted with an older fag jock of mine. Especially when I took the older fag away and fucked him for an hour before coming back to the pool party. He took me aside and spoke to me as an alpha to alpha, telling me how I would be destroying all the good will of my fags if I was an abusive dominant. He maintained he was straight and used faggots only to control. I have no doubt my friend knew something was up when his dad and I would go on trips just by ourselves for him to guide me, but he wasn’t an alpha and didn’t need to know. I was 17 when he and I both sensed I had outgrew him in dominance. He was the one that taught me that brutality is not the same as being abusive. When he saw me use a graduated senior stud slut, I saw how his eyes started to focus on me more than the action. How his mouth started to go agape and how he squirmed watching me. When we locked eyes, there was no doubt he knew too that I would eventually fuck and own him.
And I did. I took his mouth. Gagged and choked him. Made him pant and breathless. Smeared his face in layers of pre, spit, tears and cum. I took his ass. Transformed it into my pussy. Reshaped it inch by inch to form around my superior cock. He tells me he found his place the day he finally took my whole cock, punching through his second hole, cunting him anew, my foot on his face. I still regularly fuck him when I’m in the area. He would flail uselessly on my cock like a ragdoll from my ever growing strength as I fuck and breed and cunt him for hours. Lie barely conscious as he weakly laps at my cock on his face. Then leaves limping and bow-legged, my massive potent loads plugged inside him with the custom butt-plug he ordered just to keep my seed inside him. Says he always feels so much better, feeling his ruined cunt faintly squeezing around the plug, feeling my warmth deep inside him. He wasn’t the first adult male to submit to me, nor was he the last while I was a teen. And that only got even better as I got into higher education and opened up a whole new world of faggots and man cunts that I could rightfully take and own.
This straight Alpha father probably didn’t know the kind of power he was unleashing into the world when he took Master Alex under his wing! Isn’t it curious how so many straight Alphas own (or have owned) faggots during their lives? Once again, true straight Alphas see only power, not sexuality. But this father saw the complete power forming in young Master Alex and reached out to guide that power away from Destroyer Alpha tendencies and toward a more productive and beneficial course.
And I’m so glad he did! Master Alex has become a formidable force for good in the training and breeding of so many faggots! The mentorship he received at a critical inflection point of his youth helped to shape him into the God Alpha he is today!
As Master Alex indicated above, his message was split into two parts. The second half of his update will be published tomorrow!
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!
We’ve been hearing a lot from Master Jase recently, which is fine by me. His unparalleled, clear-eyed view from the very top of hierarchy gives him the perfect pulpit from which to gift inferiors (including most Alphas) with his knowledge and experience.
In the midst of his training session with Master Jake, Master Jase decided he needed to blow off steam. You know what that means … raping a pillaging! It seems there was a “muscle orgy” arranged specifically for Master Jase by his lieutenants:
One of my alphas organised it for me to enjoy Valentine’s. He’s one of my favourites, definitely an apex alpha with the way his presence oozes masculinity in both his body and attitude. He has his own share of fags and sluts that he uses. Yet this hunky alpha loves and craves nothing more than to have his oversized muscled body folded in a pretzel while my god cock ravages his innards. There were around 4 other muscle alphas, and 20 muscle fags and sluts there. By now most of my fags and sluts and alphas have come to know one another. They all share the same addiction to my utter dominance and my cock inside them.
So that gathering sounded pretty good, certainly brimming with lots of possibilities for Master Jase to vent his always-prodigious power!
But, oddly enough, Master Jase had a deeper realization while mounting and breeding all of the muscled sex toys there with him … and it involved my latest podcast episode!
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Fag. There is no update on Jake and his fag brother. I spent this weekend and Friday at a muscle orgy. Ceaseless mounting and cunting. Holes and pussies all surrendered to my powerful cock and dominance and strength for multiple hours. When I rested, I had fags at my feet sucking and worshipping up to my cock, keeping it warm, and others with their noses buried in my pits, or offering drinks and snacks. I cannot count how many fags and sluts I fucked and bred. Which rooms I fucked them in. Only that when I deemed it the end, I stood and looked over brutally cunted fags and sluts lying everywhere, their gaped ruined pussies and mouths running and leaking out my potent seed. And my god cock and body was still hard and pumped and ready for more. It is a thrill to at times lose myself to that endless feral rut of merciless mounting and breeding.
What I wanted to message you about, is that while I was relaxing and enjoying a cock servicing from, ironically, a married slut, I was listening to your podcast about your response to the discussion of straight and gay alphas.
I know that you wanted the discussion to mostly end, faggot. I want to add one caveat of mine, a thought that you might appreciate.
It was interesting to hear about how you view straight alphas who willingly use faggots sexually as ascending to godhood. That they have gone beyond their sexuality and know their calling is to receive the worship and service of anyone below them, male or female, fag or bitch.
I want to express that I feel the same way. I have preferences towards males. Masculine, strong, confident males at that.
However, I have also fucked and cunted numerous females. Transformed and broken them into delirious cock sleeves. In front of their husbands and boyfriends. They willingly spread their legs for me. The ladies understand that they are also there to serve me and my needs.
While I do not take as great pleasure with females, nor the same physical level of brutal dominating aggression I can take on a faggot as I can a female, it nonetheless is the counterpart to when straight alphas sexually use faggots. It is a sign of control. Of dominance. Of power.
I know I am a god alpha. Perhaps that is why I never thought to put these musings into words. As it comes naturally to me that any hole presented to me is mine to take.
That is my last curious note and thought that emerged as I laid back, my cock nursed and suckled on, and listening to your podcast, fag. The topic should be done and dusted as you said.
I’m not sure how to react to the idea that Master Jase is listening to the podcast while getting his dick worshiped by multiple fags. I’m humbled! That seems like an awful lot of multitasking, but Master Jase is more than capable enough to walk, chew gum, rub his belly, and rule the world!
I’m glad that Master Jase and I agree on this issue of straight Alpha owners of faggots. True, he and I tend to agree on most things because we have both experienced the truth of hierarchy for ourselves.
I thought it was revealing to hear Master Jase admit that he’s never really thought about these issues before. Honestly, why would he? He’s so busy conquering and commanding legions of inferiors that little extra time exists for such meditations. But once he was able to stop and consider it, he drew similar conclusions!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This site publishes a lot of very hot content everyday, but I never viewed its purpose as simply a porn site. I wanted a site that searches for the truths in hierarchy, the real-life applications of hierarchical principles, and the true stories of people seeking and finding fulfillment. Sometimes those stories are triumphant, while other times just hot, and still other times excruciatingly sad. I’ve never flinched from telling the truth, nor have I censored that truth even when under tremendous pressure to do so.
Censorship prevents us from finding the truth about our world, as well as the truth within ourselves.
So when Queen Sophie wrote to me about her dominant 15-year-old Alpha son Lucas, I didn’t turn away from the deeper truths the story revealed. Instead, I worked with Sophie (and later on, Master Lucas) as we explored the origins of his need to dominate females and inferior males.
In the long run, Sophie rejoiced in the revelation that her growing son was truly born to be a King, and she felt blessed beyond words that she was privileged to bear him. She knew there was something uncommonly special about Master Lucas, but it wasn’t until she came here that she found the complete answer.
Again, the knowledge of truth breeds purpose and fulfillment!
To that end, I received a nice long letter from Queen Sophie the other night. In it, she expressed a desire to tell me the story of her life that was groomed and shaped by the multiple powerful Alphas around her. I think you will see why such a story is important in our overall understanding of hierarchy.
My good sam the faggot,
I’ve been pondering lately about telling you a little bit about my own story. I hesitated to do so, because I figured you were mainly interested in Lucas’s progress and might not really care about a woman’s feelings and points of view. But I would like to confide in someone who understands hierarchy and alpha males. I don’t really have any questions to ask or advice to seek, but it would do me good to talk about it.
First of all, I must say that my respect for men – real men, the rare ones who combine the qualities of leader, protector, and provider – comes first and foremost from my father and my older brother, the first two men in my life. I saw my mother take care of them with great devotion and love. And they deserved it. They were great gentlemen, with quiet authority, strong, smart, brave and powerful but also kind and generous, true knights. They always were very protective and very supportive of me, they encouraged me to excel in my studies and in everything I did. Their joint deaths in an accident ten years ago is the great tragedy of my life.
I must admit, most of the males I have known in my life have always paled in comparison to these two manly role models whom I adored and whose memory I cherish. You’ll probably be exasperated to read this, my good sam, but I’ve always felt comfortable confronting or even dominating most of the boys around me, still to this day at work where I have male subordinates. And I have no trouble considering myself a powerful and confident woman. But when I meet a man in whom I recognise the qualities of a true alpha male, both physical and moral, I know to show him respect.
Lucas’s father was one of those men. I met him when I was still a young student. He exuded confidence, authority, charisma and strength; all the girls were crazy about him. I was lucky enough that he took an interest in me out of all of the others and actively pursued me. For good form, I resisted his advances… for a very short time. He was both romantic and macho. I gave myself to him completely. I was obedient and deferential, especially in bed. And he rewarded me a hundredfold! All those orgasms… You can be sure that I took great care to thank him properly! I loved nothing more than his growls of pleasure when I would treat him.
But because contraception is not foolproof, I became pregnant with his child. And that’s where we diverged. He wanted us to stick to what we had decided, to not have children just yet. But I couldn’t bring myself to renounce this child. Long story short, he gave me an ultimatum and I decided to keep the baby, accepting that it meant the end of our relationship and that I would have to take on this choice on my own, without him. He moved away shortly before Lucas was born and we never saw each other again.
As you can imagine, I thought long and hard about the choice I made. I disobeyed an alpha male, a man I knew was my superior, whom I loved and adored. Out of feminine selfishness, perhaps, because my love for the child I was carrying already surpassed everything else. And I know what that choice cost me in terms of my love life. For a long time, I simply didn’t have the time or the headspace to look for a partner. And as time goes by, a single mother in her thirties has less and less chance of starting a new relationship. My punishment for defying hierarchy?
But I have never, ever regretted my choice. Lucas has been the sunshine in my life since he was born, and my family helped me a lot in the early years. Thanks to them, motherhood did not prevent me from successfully completing my education and starting my career. And you can imagine, my good sam, how quickly I was overwhelmed with pride and joy to detect in Lucas qualities similar to those of his father, his uncle and his grandfather. That’s when I mentioned it to a friend of mine, who directed me to your website. I would always love my son infinitely, no matter what, even if he were destined to serve better men, as you are, Sam, but knowing that he is on the path to the pinnacle of the hierarchy fills me with great happiness.
There you have it, that’s all I can tell you about myself, my good sam. I don’t know if it will interest you at all, but putting this part of my life into words made me feel better. I hope it won’t lower your opinion of me. I will check with Lucas if he has any interesting news he’d want to share with his loyal servant from the internet.
Warm regards,
Your Queen Sophie
Daughter, sister and mother of real men
I can’t really describe how my heart soared while reading this letter. It reads like an old Western in some ways, during a time when women were submissive and innately understood to obey the dominant Men in their lives. It was certainly a different time back then. Of course, Sophie is a modern woman with a good job and lots of responsibilities. So what makes her outlook so different from the women around her?
The important influence of true Alphas throughout her life! But not just that … it was also Sophie’s deep, natural respect for hierarchy that was honed through years of witnessing it in her life!
Those forces shaped Sophie into the perfect vessel to bring Master Lucas into the world!
It’s truly a tragedy that Sophie’s Alpha ex (notice how respectfully Sophie still addresses him!) will never see what his Alpha genes created when combined with the Alpha genetics Sophie carries! And how horrifying that he wanted Master Lucas destroyed before his birth! How infinitely senseless that would’ve been! It’s like the ultimate disrespect for Alpha heritage!
Yet Sophie thought only of her hierarchical duties (even though she wasn’t conscious of them!) to carry Master Lucas to term, and then raise him with hierarchical values taught to her by her Alpha father and brother! Driven purely by instinct, she unwittingly shaped a truly powerful young King who increases in power every day!
I chuckled adoringly to myself when I read Sophie’s humble question: “My punishment for defying hierarchy?” No, Queen Sophie … there is no punishment for what you’ve done. Instead, there are only blessings and praise for your choices. A new generation will be led by your radiant Alpha son. He will be a light to all … but especially for the dutiful, faithful mother who saved him and raised him to be a King!
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!
You can access PART ONE of this series by CLICKING HERE.
Master Jase is not simply a God Alpha with impressive physical attributes (huge dick, bodybuilder musculature, and raging dominance), but he also possesses the mind of a scientist or skilled surgeon. His depth of understanding of hierarchy is as deep and as studied as anyone I’ve ever known. My consultations with him on the subject are deep and rich and infinitely rewarding.
Master Jase recently gave me a rare first class opportunity to peer into his mind and thought process as he extensively mapped out and executed a plan to mentor a young bisexual Alpha named Jake on how to cunt and own faggots.
In the first part we were introduced to Alpha Jake and his older faggot brother Tyler. Master Jase set up some of what was to come, but here we start to see Master Jase’s masterplan really take shape.
Update on training Jake as an emerging alpha and Tyler to be a well-cunted and trained fag. There is a routine whenever I visit. Jake has been present every session. He greets me by kneeling down, pulling out my god cock, and kissing the tip before worshipping and making love to my cock and balls.
Make no mistake, fag. Jake is still an alpha, and has the build, confidence, and quiet, masculine power you couldn’t fathom. Yet he knows his place as he leans his face against the immense weight of my cock dwarfing his face. Looking up at me with admiration and awe.
I won’t lie, fag. I have a deep urge to take over, grip him as I would my submissives, and reshape him sexually, but I resist. I know that day won’t be far where he, an alpha confident in his own ways, recognises the need and yearning to submit to his superior alpha.
Tyler, the faggot brother, is always by the side. I see the mixture of envy, disbelief, but above all, desire as he watches his younger brother surrender himself to my domination. I see how he bounces and twitches and flexes his back and body, as if imagining that it was his pussy and his mouth my massive cock was pillaging. When I deem Jake’s worship to be satisfactory, I hold Jake’s head still. He knows and gives me cock one final lick or kiss before standing up, and he always looks beautiful with his untrained, sore lips smeared in my pre, his spit and tears. His service over, I allow him to pull out his own cock.
We sit where we want, and I ask Jake about his feelings, answer questions, teach more about domination and submission or discuss different aspects of alphahood. The fag is acknowledged for the first time, as I order and gesture him to serve. We talk, and the slut sucks my toes, kisses and massages my leg muscles, gags and chokes himself on my cock, breathes deep under my heavy balls.
As of now, Jake is still exploring his own alphahood. He has leanings towards findom that I do not, he admires my brutality but knows that he cannot match me. I assured him that every alpha is unique and that surely his current sluts love how he controls them. You should see how proud he gets as he describes how he sexually and emotionally rules over his fags.
Jake is not uncomfortable seeing his brother serve me as we talk. In fact, he seems to revel in it with each visit. I told him not to touch his cock, but with the way his cock bounces, leaks, and visibly gets harder, I can tell he is very much into seeing his slut bro being used.
He is still banned from sexually using his brother. I know from our talks that he still admires his brother, but is now overlapping the fag imagery of his slut brother over that of the powerful built idol he remembers. At times, I turn Tyler so his pussy faces Jake, and I tell Jake to play with the plug that his fag bro uses to warm up his insides for my cock. One day, I will allow Jake to use and fuck his faggot brother. I am training Tyler for that day. But not yet.
I know it gives both Jake and the faggot a thrill when I end the discussion and haul up the fag’s massive muscled body with ease and carry him like a prize trophy into his room. One time, I directly thrust my giant cock into his pussy and carried him to his room, mounted and stuffed while he moaned and squirmed in my arms.
The cunting always last multiple hours. I am brutality, aggression, power, dominance. I do not muffle the fierce rutting, ensuring that Jake hears every second of the vigorous cunting. Recently I allowed to kneel at the doorway as I expertly fuck his once powerful brother. When I am done reducing the fag into a limp, ruined, gaping and seed-filled mess, before I leave, Jake again kisses and tastes my cock that had just dominated and savagely churned out his faggot brother.
Two days ago, Jake surprised me by having one of the guys he fucks at ready, next to his fag bro. Jake worships me nonetheless, but when we talk, he learns from me and has his own fag serving and worshiping his cock. He watches as we talk, mimicking me when I fuck his fag bro’s throat mercilessly, controlling the fag’s head to give him breath while making him breathe in my musk, smacking his fag’s face with his cock as I do, complimenting and commanding his fag when I call Tyler a ‘good boy’ or ‘suck harder bitch’, etc.
I could tell he had to ease off before he cums, when he would hold his fag’s head still and pant, but he had good control and lasted through our talk. I was impressed with how far he came, and with the look in his fag’s eyes and his noises, his fag was very appreciative of the more dominant nature of his master.
Cunting Tyler was even more virile, as I was pumped from witnessing the growth of Jake learning to use his fag. Slamming and crushing his body with my immense strength, jackhammering his reshaped pussy and breeding its gaped and ruined insides. As I use his dazed face to clean my cock, I hear from outside the distinct sounds of a cock rutting inside a pussy and the whimpering responses of a fag being well-fucked.
Jake doesn’t have my stamina or strength. I am incomparable in that regard. Nevertheless, he was able to continually fuck his own fag with breaks, no doubt spurred on by what he hears and knows happens in his brother’s room.
After I finish that session’s cunting and leave my fag blacked out, I exit and hear the squishing melody of lips servicing cock. Jake is spearing his fag’s throat, and as he sees me, still keeping his cock in his fag’s throat, bends down slightly and take my cock in his mouth. Just as routine.
I ruffle his hair, calling him my good boy. He moans around my cock in reply and thanks. I pulled his head up to meet my eyes with his and told him that next time, I’ll teach him how to cunt his fag. I’ve told him about it, but never demonstrated. I could see and sense Jake instantly relieving another load into his fag’s throat from the thought.
That will happen in two days time. I am eager to share with Jake the thrill and virility an alpha feels when he cunts a fag into that incomprehensible state of bliss all you faggots crave and desire.
This second phase of Master Jase’s plan to groom young Master Jake and teach him about the power of cunting is where things get really interesting. It’s a methodical approach, with each step used to help Master Jake accept and embrace the natural power he actually has!
I love that Master Jake was able to witness a true God Alpha at work. It helps him understand just how far he can really push fags in order to fulfill both himself and them. It reveals exactly what fags need in order to be obedient and centered.
But this is only the start. In the next part, Master Jase makes his next dramatic move with Master Jase that will teach Master Jake what cunting does within an Alpha hierarchy!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 23-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a long time since I’ve heard directly from Master Anthony, the French God Alpha and owner of my little brother Fabien. Over the last year or so Master Anthony has been enjoying his superior life in the best ways possible, traveling to various countries with his Alpha pack and stable of faggots in tow. He’s fucked countless females and bred fags too many times to track. It’s all a typical part of “Alpha ascension”.
Master Anthony just turned 23 years old the other day. Imagine being 23 years old and essentially worshiped everywhere you go! A faggot like me can’t even imagine it! Meanwhile, a 23rd birthday is just another day in a glorious like few Men can comprehend.
But my little brother Fabien wasn’t about to let Master’s special day pass without once more going above and beyond to please him!
Hey boy
A few news about my life, as I know you love it ! Last week was my 23th birthday. My slave had prepared a nice surprise for me. He had contacted several of my other stooges (from college or elsewhere) and of my bros’ servants (I think you know some of them, Clément and Basile). When I came out of my room, irritated that my house slave hadn’t brought me my breakfast, I found myself surrounded by fifteen boys kneeling in the living room! They all shouted, “GLORY AND HONOR TO MASTER ANTHONY, GOD AMONG MEN!” and bowed down! It was so funny! I walked past each of them to let them kiss my feet, and I distinguished some of them by putting my foot or hand on their heads. And Fabien sucked my cock in front of everyone! The envy on the faces of the others, OMG!
Of course, all those little whores were throat- and ass-fucked by me and my friends during our party all afternoon and evening! My best mate Henri wanted to throw my birthday party at his house (he lives in a house with his parents, who were away last weekend). It was super fun! There were a few beta boys from college, one of whom came with his girlfriend. He had to lick my feet while I kissed the girl and then while she sucked me off! I loved it! It feels so good to humiliate straight guys and make them accept my superiority! I can still see myself slumped in the chair, with Fabien massaging my back, the pretty girl’s mouth around my cock, and her “boyfriend” on the ground licking my toes! SO GOOD!
And Fabien is still as flawless as ever. He’s been bulking up lately, at my request. I decided to have him do workout and not just accompany me to the gym. He’s already good-looking, but I want a more muscular slave. I think it reflects well on me, and I feel powerful dominating a very masculine slave. Sometimes I randomly order him to do push-ups, and I count! I place my foot so that he kisses it with each push-up. I know it motivates him! LOL
Next time maybe I’ll tell you how I’m subduing a teaching assistant at the university! LOL Bye, fag!
I love how Fabien came up with the idea of surprising his Master by using a naturally-occurring resource within their circle: a stable of faggots! Having them all kneeling in submission to Master Anthony when he woke up was genius! How on earth can Master Anthony think of himself as anything other than a God Alpha given these kinds of displays of loyal worship?
Of course, I’ve long maintained that Alpha ascension really doesn’t happen without the assistance of a great faggot. This is especially true with straight Alphas like Master Anthony. A great faggot serves without issue, always loyal and forward-thinking, and cherishes even the smallest opportunities to please its Owner.
That describes Fabien perfectly. Unlike many selfish fags, Fabien gladly shares his Master with other faggots (even teaching them how to serve him!), or serving humbly as Master uses females for pleasure. Fabien does all of this work full of joy and appreciation, but also free of jealousy. That’s a huge trick few faggots pull off!
I love the detail Master Anthony added at the end about transforming Fabien’s body. That shows Master Anthony is taking a vested interest in creating a faggot that reflects his own superiority. After all, a God Alpha shouldn’t be served by unappealing faggots, right?
Master Anthony is one of my favorite Alphas because he approaches his superiority casually and seems to truly love owning faggots as part of his growing kingdom. It’s such a privilege to be a part of that kingdom!
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!
Cunting is an integral tool Alphas use to finalize their ownership of their faggots. It puts an exclamation point on the end of the takeover process, firmly and finally cementing the roles between Alpha and faggot. Once a faggot is cunted, there is no longer any questions about ownership or who wields the power in the dynamic.
But what about an Alpha cunting an Alpha? Does it work the same?
I’ve certainly covered Alphas breeding Alphas. From Master Chad breeding virtually every Alpha on Hierarchy Island to Master Lorenzo’s breeding of Master Jose, there have been quite a few examples laid out of both the events themselves as well as the aftereffects.
But cunting isn’t the same as breeding. It’s more intense, more humbling, and more vulnerable than what Alphas typically experience. And to my knowledge, I’ve never heard of an Alpha cunting another Alpha before, but I guess it never crossed my mind.
It also never crossed my mind that cunting could be used in Alpha mentorship. Of course, a God Alpha like Master Jase does think in those terms, which is why I wasn’t terribly surprised when Master Jase opened this conversation:
A responsibility of an alpha that I believe in is nurturing not just fags and sluts in their roles, but potential other Alphas. I feel like it is not a talked often point. The past couple weeks, I have had the pleasure of starting to shape and guide a young Alpha. But I do have a question of my own at the end of this.
A recent fag of mine is a military man. Let’s call him Tyler. Tall, muscled, oozes masculine energy, all that strength was turned into one of subservience by my raw power and dominance. I easily subjugated him both in strength and sex, twisting his arms while I buried his face in my crotch, stepping on his face as he laid wasted on the ground, making him take my massive cock down his throat and powerfully breaking his hole into a reshaped cunt for my cock and seed.
It’s been a couple months, and Tyler, while making good progress, has still yet to take all of my god cock inside him. During this New Years, he beggingly asked if I could train him harder so he’ll able to take me completely. There was no better place than his own home, and I’ve been ravaging him every three days and wasting him.
Last week, Tyler told me that his younger brother would be staying with him, and asked if that would trouble me. I told him that serving me was what should be most important on his mind, regardless of whether his brother was around. That he shouldn’t be tense about letting his younger brother know he was a slut to a superior man.
I met his younger brother one night after I had fucked Tyler into a wasted, bred mess. Jake was his name. I appraised him as he did me, and a sense came over me that he was more commanding than he appeared to be. That was he was more of a leader than the fag I had just finished ruining. I only nodded at him and him me before I left.
The next time, Jake was there from start to end of when I was using Tyler. He was the first to ask me, “So you’re the guy who made my brother into a cock slut.” He said that Tyler had come clean to him that he was a bottom and sub. That he didn’t expect his military brother to be a slut. I asked him if that was a problem, and he said no, and telling me, “I’ve fucked guys and girls myself.”
At that point I think I felt the sense that he was also an alpha. I sat down and we talked. He told me about how he got off on commanding both guys and girls to suck and worship him. How he took control in his friendship group and led events and ideas. How he felt right being the one to order people around.
In return, I told him about alphahood. About the differences between him and other men, that there were levels to masculine dominance and power. That it was his right to own and rule over others, but that he had duties and responsibilities for the care and treatment of his sluts.
It was no question that I was still superior to Jake. Through our conversation, he slowly got more hard. I told him to strip, and at first he resisted, but I stood, staring at him, and he obeyed. I taught him his first lesson that there was hierarchy even between alphas. The first was a cock comparison; he was shocked that I outsized him by a significant amount.
The second was when he made a comment that he “never thought an Asian could fuck other men”. To that, I told him to kneel. And told him that alphas come in all shapes and sizes, and that he should never make assumptions. I then told him to kiss my cock that had just finished seeding his brother. He was hesitant at first, but as I stood over him, he slowly did. I then let him sit back next to me, but I kept my cock out of my shorts while he was completely naked, a physical sign that I was the dominant one and in control.
I then told him that he and Tyler could talk about the differences between themselves. How they individually feel around other men, how they view control, and the difference in his thought process compared to his fag brother’s. He was a bit iffy about me calling his brother a fag, but I told him, for men like Tyler, there was no greater compliment than calling him a good fag.
Before I left, I also told him that he was not allowed to physically touch Tyler without my permission. That I would be back in a couple days to teach him more.
My question to you, fag Sam. Do you think it would be a good idea to slowly teach Jake about alphahood by using his brother as a fag example? By that, I mean dominating his brother in front of him. Verbally, mentally, and physically. Showing all sides of my aggressive and brutal alphahood to Jake by using his fag brother. I have a certain thrill from thinking of doing so, but I would like a second opinion as to whether it would be appropriate.
Of course I agreed that Master Jase should do all of those things in order to teach Alpha Jake about these intimate truths both about his brother as well as himself (as if I would ever argue with Master Jase about anything!).
So Master Jase began to formulate a training plan for both Tyler the faggot and his brother Alpha Jake:
Of course, I made sure Jake understood his position. He is still an alpha in training. He’s fucked guys and girls and no doubt proud of it. But he has yet to understand the power dynamic and hierarchy. How to both firmly and fairly treat the fags and sluts we own. How alphas are right to take what we wish, but also how we are to balance our needs and desires with responsibilities.
Most importantly, for me at least as a breeder god alpha. He has not experienced cunting out a slut of his own yet. I asked him whether he has had a boy or girl completely surrender themselves both body and soul on his cock and to his dominance and he said that he’s only fucked them to exhaustion, and not to that level that I said.
One of my lessons will be cunting out his fag brother in front of him. So he can visibly see the difference between how normal dominance is, and how an alpha truly breaks and tames a faggot slut. And Jake’s role will be to thank me and kiss my cock and body as I wish. To respect me as a god alpha taking my time to help guide him.
I do plan to eventually slide Jake’s ass on my giant cock. To let him feel first hand my virility and power. And I’ll seed him after I have cunted him, in the way I have done to alphas before him. It will be a slow process. I am training Tyler in two days, and I plan on having Jake close by to listen. Not to watch, not to be there in the room where I will cunt out Tyler all over again, but to hear the sounds of an alpha destroying a muscled fag and the noises his fag brother will produce.
One of the goals is to further remove any lingering thoughts that an Asian cannot be as dominant and powerfully masculine. He admitted his wrong, and understood his place when he kissed my cock, but a lesson repeated is a lesson well learnt. And once I have deemed him capable. I will then allow him to brutally use his own faggot brother.
It may take weeks, but I am looking forward to nurturing alpha talent. Jake is the first of such young age that I have claimed and taken under my wing. There is some level of thrill in it. To give some context, Jake is barely 20 in his second year of university. Tyler is 28 years old.
There is no machine known to the natural world more suited to cunting males as Master Jase. His giant dick and unspeakable power vibrates the walls of whatever room he enters, forcing every other male to assume some level of submissive posture. He has cunted more males than other Alphas have even fucked. But he also takes Alpha mentorship as seriously as he does faggot training. He deeply respects hierarchy in ways that even put me to shame. We both respect it in quasi-religious terms.
If any Alpha wanted to be cunted by another Alpha and still retain his respect as an Alpha, Master Jase is that God Alpha. He knows very well the secret thoughts Alphas hide inside them, and he knows how to nurture those feelings through a variety of means, including cunting.
I’m splitting this important teaching into parts because I believe it tells us much about Alphahood, the relationships between Alphas, and the power of mentorship for Alphas. This is a powerful lesson all students of hierarchy need to learn and absorb, because it forms the foundation of the foundation of our society.
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This is the second part of this story. CLICK HERE to read the first part!
In the previous post we learned that straight Master Vinicius finally decided to use his long-term friend and faggot Felipe sexually. When he first found out the truth about Felipe being a fag, he swore he wouldn’t use Felipe sexually because, as he said, he’s not interested in that. Frankly, this is justifiably the position more straight Alphas have regarding sex with males. After all, there is no natural attraction to another male.
But something this site has consistently taught and documented over the years is this fundamental truth: straight Alphas are turned on by POWER and WORSHIP, and that overrides any other concern they might have about gay sex.
That’s because sex between a straight Alpha and a faggot isn’t about sexual attraction, but rather, it’s about pure domination. That kind of power is its own aphrodisiac.
Needless to say, Master Vinicius was literally and figuratively blown away by the worshipful blowjobs Felipe gave him, and the surge of unconquerable power he felt charged through him like a lightning strike. He knew he needed to actually claim Felipe completely.
He decided to finally fuck and breed his first faggot!
I prepped Master Vinicius beforehand on the fruits of complete faggot ownership, as well as how to cunt a faggot and the importance of it. I had to act quickly, because it was clear a tsunami of lust was surging in Master Vinicius, and this was going to happen sooner than later!
Then it happened. Here are Master Vinicius’s account of what transpired physically, metaphysically, and, most importantly, hierarchically:
As I told you I had my fag Felipe coming over to be my bitch for the evening as I watched the game. When he got to my place I told him to pour me a beer, put the rest in the fridge and set the snacks on a tray and bring me everything as I laid on the couch, in the boxers I had on the whole day. He brought everything and I told him to take off his clothes and kneel… But I wasn’t very fond of that sight. I don’t know, I didn’t feel comfortable seeing his little baby dick out in the wild. So I told him to go to the master bedroom and pick up a pair of panties from my wife’s drawer. He’s such a slut he picked a pair of red lace panties, a little see through on the front. His “dick” is SO SMALL it barely made a bulge. He actually looked like a girl from the waist down (he was fully shaved… I was impressed by that)
So picture this: me wearing a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers already hard standing up in front of him, wearing nothing but my wife panties facing down to the ground as I was drinking a nice cold beer HE paid for. Life’s good, Sam.
I wish I knew that before.
I told him to worship me and beg me to make him my whore and he went on and on about how he dreamed about it since he met me, that he wanted to be a good boy for daddy and make me proud for giving him this opportunity to serve me. I made him put his hands on the ground, behind his back as he was kneeling to give him some support, because I wanted to use his throat as a fleshlight. So I bent his head a bit, put both of my legs behind his back with his head between my legs – as if I was sitting on his chest – and I started fucking that throat. This bitch doesn’t seem to know what a gag reflex is, and I love this about him! I was forcing his head up and down on my cock and he was taking it like a pro! I have a big cock, around 20cm (you do the conversion to inches) and the only times he gagged were when I got his nose pressed against my crotch and I blocked it to prevent him from breathing… He got my cock so slobbered that I don’t think I would had needed to use lube to fuck him. But I told him to lube anyway and to lay on his back on the ground.
You see… When I decided to fuck him I had pictured him on all fours or riding me. But I wanted to see the look on his face as he finally got the meat he’s yearned for years. And I wanted him to look me in the eyes as I entered his pussy to make a statement in his little head: that from now on the only cock that matters is mine. And Sam, what a trip that was! As soon as the tip of my cock entered his hole my fag started crying. I asked if I was hurting him, but he said those were tears of joy. I don’t know if it was the sight of that grown up man wearing my wife panties with his tiny little dick hard and crying of joy for having my cock inside him or just the rush of power that struck me – maybe a mix of both – but I was DETERMINED to turn that hole into a huge gape.
I was fucking him HARD. Taking it all out and shoving it back inside, aiming for different parts of his hole and get it as stretched as possible – his hole was surprisingly tight for someone who’s been getting fucked for 25 years. I was slapping his face, punching him on the side of his ribs, spitting on his mouth… I even rubbed his small ball sack like we do with a woman’s clit. My fag was going nuts, trembling/shaking uncontrollably, saying things that didn’t even make any sense while begging me to get him pregnant. I LOST MY MIND WHEN I HEARD THAT! I strangled his neck with one hand and told him to beg me louder to impregnate his pussy. I read that link you sent me about cunting. I’m sure that’s what was happening. I’ve never seen someone so given to me like that. I increased the speed and I told him I was about to cum and demanded him to say he’s my bitch and I bred him. It was something else… Un-fucking-believable! I’ve had women losing their mind over me in bed, but I never seen someone getting so senseless like he got.
I took my cock out, had him kneeled again and told him to clean it up with his tongue while thanking me for breeding him. And he did it with the biggest smile on his face!
I laid back on the couch, turned the TV on because the game was about to start and had him bringing me another beer, the tray with the snacks and a broom. He brought everything to me and I told him to lay on his back on the ground.
I took the broomstick, a roll of silver tape that was inside the tv rack drawer and I taped both of his feet to the broomstick in a way he couldn’t move his legs to the sides. I told him to raise his legs as far as he could and I placed one edge of the snack tray on the broomstick and told him to grab the other edge of the tray. He was supposed to be the support for it as I watched the game. I didn’t wanna hear a word, that he should try his hardest not to let anything fall for as long as I wanted him to stay that way and that, if he behaved like a good fag, I might let him cum at the end of the evening. In case he couldn’t handle it anymore I’d let him off this duty if he said “Fogo”. (My team’s nickname)
He was SO SCARED it was actually funny, but also adorable in a way. I could see he didn’t want to let me down. And Sam… He tried! And he earned my respect. It took him roughly 20 minutes to tap out. Way more than I was expecting. Luckily, for him, my team had already scored a goal and we were winning a tough away game. I let him off the restraints but he had to stay on the ground, massaging/sucking my feet as I watched the game. When we scored the second goal I smashed his little dick so hard he let out a moan that reminded me of a girl. I never heard his voice so high pitched! But he screamed like a pig when the other team scored a goal and I decided to aim my frustration on his balls. I never knew that kicking someone in the nuts could be THAT relaxing… at least for me! LoL
Half-time came and I told him he could ride my cock as I answered some messages from my clients on my phone, but he was supposed to keep saying he’s my little girl and how much she loves my cock inside of her. Yes, I was referring to my fag in the feminine at this point. So, for around 20 minutes I had my fag riding my cock with my wife’s panties on, telling me how much my cock means to her as I had my phone in one hand answering my clients and playing with her tits with the other hand. And boy, she was perfect at it! I shot my second load by the time the second half was about to start.
I needed to piss, so I took my fag to the toilet with me, told her to hold my cock with her teeth and lips as I pissed. I cleaned my cock on her face, ordered to pick me another beer and I was back on the couch – and my fag back on the floor.
I don’t know what the fuck happened, but the other team scored 3 goals on the first 20 minutes of the second half and my team was behind the score by 2. I wasn’t happy at all about it, but I squeezed my fag’s small nuts so bad after the second goal that I felt bad for her when the 3rd came. I went to the master bedroom and picked up my wife’s vibrator, told my fag to lay on the couch on her back over my lap, legs wide open, and I used the vibrator in her ass like a stress relief tool… For me. I was aiming at my fag’s prostate the whole time. My neighbors might have heard the moaning. The human body is incredible, isn’t it? How can the stimulation on a specific spot make someone lose the sense of space and time?
I kept telling my fag I was pissed but it was because of the game. But she made me really proud. And that I wanted to start treating him like a girl, since his dick looks like an oversized clitoris and he has titties that could easily fill up a bra. My fag said she’s going to be my girl and as slutty as daddy wanted her to be. She even started talking with a different voice. She was such a good girl I told her she could cum… But only if she managed to do it hands free, because daddy was already stimulating her pussy and that’s how girls should cum. But she asked me to cum riding my cock instead of the vibrator. She had those needy puppy eyes and such a soft voice asking to cum riding her daddy that I couldn’t say no.
I got her riding my cock facing me. The other team had scored yet another goal so I was done with the match… The moment I was having with my fag girl felt much better. I got her to ride me and tell me how much she loved to serve me that evening, how much my cock meant to her and my fag girl gave me an Oscar winning speech of how amazing and life changing my cock is. That I wasn’t only her master, but her king, her god. That from now on my cock is her religion and that getting my cum is her sacred communion, that every drop of anything produced by my body is holy to her: my cum, my sweat, my spit, my piss… She was saying all of that while looking me in the eyes, hands behind my neck, my heavy breathing against hers. I ordered her to cum. I gave her a 60-second count down. I didn’t even got to the 40s and she squirted all over my stomach while thanking me for being so kind to let her cum.
I had her cleaning the mess she made with her tongue then I shot my 3rd load on her face. I used my foot to spread my cum all over it and told her to clean my foot too.
And just like that other night I told my fag to clean everything while I took a shower, to wash my wife’s panties and get the fuck out of my place before I was done showering because my boy could be back home any minute then and I didn’t want them to run into each other.
Sam… I’m really playing with the idea of turning my fag into a girl when I want to get worshipped and serviced.
It was my first time fucking someone who isn’t a woman and, Sam… I stand corrected. You were right all along.
Absolutely astounding!
I love the analytical side of Master Vinicius’s brain being blown apart by the overwhelming experience of fucking and breeding his first faggot. His entire being was transformed into a raging beast of pure power and dominance, a point beyond the usefulness of words and rational thought. This makes sense, because all ascended Alphas can tap into that pure animal id because they’ve come to accept the natural use of faggots!
Once again, I commend Felipe for being such a good faggot and performing admirably as Master Vinicius thoroughly (and roughly) used him! So proud of my brother!
But I wanted to touch on the fact that Master Vinicius did, in fact, cunt Felipe on his very first try! For a straight Alpha, cunting their first faggot is almost as wondrous as what the faggot experiences. As Master Vinicius mentioned, he watched his faggot’s body shudder and his faggot’s face go slack and delirious, and it was something so intensely powerful that it made him need to pump his load deep into Felipe’s new pussy.
No matter how well Master Vinicius fucks his wife, he’s never going to experience TRANSFORMATION like that because of the power of his cock! Master Vinicius’s cock RULED this encounter, striking like a weapon and penetrating even the psyche of his new faggot. This is what Alpha cock does! It’s more than just a tool to fuck and breed things. It alters people, forcing them to submit and surrender to true Alpha power!
There is nothing stopping Master Vinicius now. He’s moved beyond the cares of unenlightened Men, ascending above them and clothed with glory. He can own anyone he wants now. If he wants a harem of female and faggot slaves worshiping him day and night, it’s all possible.
His God Alphahood is assured. He’s picked the lock and opened the gates to a Kingdom made just for him!
Thank you, Master Vinicius and his faggot, Felipe!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
For more than ten years I’ve been consistently preaching one fairly controversial message: straight Alphas use faggots sexually and remain straight. In fact, the original name of this site as registered in 2015 was FagsWorshipStraights.Tumblr.com. I had served so many straight Alphas in my life that I wanted to teach people this fundamental hierarchical truth.
I received a lot of pushback for a lot of years (I’m still getting it), but again and again through this site I have instead raised an irrefutable mountain of evidence proving this truth. I’m unassailable in this regard. Do you have any idea how many straight Alphas tried using faggots because of this site and discovered I was right?? I don’t even know, but it’s A LOT of them.
Master Vinicius is the latest straight Alpha to become exposed to this site’s message after his longtime friend Felipe admitted that he was a faggot and directed him to this site. And Master Vinicius warned me in one of our earliest conversations that he would never use a faggot sexually no matter what I said to him.
And I just smiled. You see, I know the power of hierarchy better than any straight Alpha. They can protest all they want, but in the end I know the POWER will move them more than their fears and paranoia.
So the other day Master Vinicius started asking me questions about how in theory he might approach Felipe in order to in theory try using him as a cocksucker.
But I didn’t give Master Vinicius theories. I gave him facts.
I gave him the truth … and the truth set him free:
So Sam… Here’s what happened.
I went over to my fag’s place using my emergency key, he was lying on the couch and I immediately told him to get up and get close to me. I gave him the first slap of the evening in his face. “Do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he said he didn’t. Slap number 2. I ordered him to take off his shorts and be only in his undies and with his shirt on. He did it. Slap number 3. “I’m gonna ask again: do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he asked if I was there to use him and… Slap number 4. “Only idiots answer a question with another question. What’s the correct answer?” And he said “You’re here to use me, Sir.” I said good boy and gave him the slap number 5. Then I gave him a wedgie and told him to get me a glass of cold water, a bowl I could put my feet in filled with warm water, a towel and nail clippers.
As he ran to get all of that I sat on his couch and started looking for something interesting to watch on the tv.
He got back, gave me the glass of water, put the bowl in front of me with the towel around his neck while the water was heating on the stove. I ordered him to kneel.
I told him to get my underwear I gave him this morning, he picked it up and I put it over his head, with the bulge part against his nose. By that time the water was already warm enough to pour into the bowl and I ordered him to get it.
When he came back and the bowl was filled I said “You’re starting tonight by washing my feet and massaging it. Then you’ll clip my nails. You’re not allowed to say a word unless spoken to. I have a lot to talk to you. Understood?” – “Yes, sir”
Then I went on and on about how I got very pissed and disappointed at him for talking about me to strangers online and having it published. But I said his luck was that he did that with you, and that I’ve been chatting with you lately. I told him you’re a VERY intelligent person, very eloquent and well versed in this hierarchy matter. So much that I got a boner reading one of your emails. That chatting with you made me realize that my cock does deserve to be worshipped. I told him we’re not friends anymore. But I decided to still keep him in my life because you, Sam, opened my eyes to the things I can get from him that no other women is capable to provide me. And that I got that boner because of the rush of power I had. And that I decided to give him one chance to finally prove himself he can be completely useful under our new dynamic – and one chance only.
By that time he had already finished washing and clipping my nails and he was just massaging my feet. I was already only with my underwear on. It was a fun sight, since he had my dirty underwear covering his face and he didn’t even notice I was barely clothed.
“Do you want to take this chance you’ve been waiting for 20 years, fag” – “Yes, Sir. I’ll do anything” – good.
I told him to dry my feet and approach. Got him kneeled between my legs and shoved his head on my crotch (with two pairs of underwears between his nose and my junk – the one on his face and the one I was wearing) and I told him to tell me his case, and it should be a very convincing speech.
He said something to the lines of “I’ve always knew I was a faggot and you’re an alpha. I was afraid the day you realized this would never gonna come. Out of all the men in the world you’re the one who deserves to enjoy this power the most. You changed so many peoples lives, you always guided people around you, you literally saved my life a few times and I’ve always been grateful to be around you, because you make feel safe being what I’m meant to be… Even if you didn’t know about it before. And now that you do I would be honored to show you new heights to your power and make you feel like the God you are.”
That “God” part REALLY got me hard right there, Sam.
I told him to take my underwear off his face and stare at my hard rock bulge. His eyes were shinning like a kid on Xmas day. I asked him “What are you?”, he said “I’m your faggot, Sir!”, I asked “And what am I?” He said “The greatest man I’ve ever seen. You’re my God, sir!”
Sam, my cock was throbbing already. Not in a million years I’d imagine something like this would happen. And you were spot on when you said that I got that erection from your email because of the feeling of power I had.
I told him to get some lube. He ran to his bedroom and brought it to the living room, handed to me and went back on his knees. I told him to turn around and put his head on the floor and his ass up. I pulled his undies back to normal, ripped the back just enough to get access to his hole, put some lube on it and told him to turn around facing me. He was losing his mind. He was shaking, dripping sweat. I could see he was nervous. I told him to calm down, that I wouldn’t do anything to harm him not anything he didn’t want me to do anyway. “Ok, boy?” – “Yes, sir!”
Then I gave him another slap and asked how many times have I slapped him already. He’s such a good boy that he immediately said “Six times, Sir! One on each cheeck, Sir!” – I smiled, said he’s a good boy and told him to try and ride my right foot. He didn’t hesite. Though he didn’t manage to get all my toes in, I’m proud of him anyway. You see… My feet are size 14. And my big toe if probably bigger than his little baby dick.
I let him ride my feet as I put my cock out and told him to jerk and admire it. If a meteor hit us at that moment I don’t think he would notice. He was COMPLETELY hypnotized. He was playing with its head, my pubes, my heavy balls… Drooling in lust to put it inside his mouth. And I’m not saying that figuratively , he was ACTUALLY drooling without noticing. It was the first time in my life I’ve seen someone so mesmerized by my hard cock. Not even my wife was ever like this.
I told him he could start worshipping my cock with his mouth.
He started on the head, playing with his tongue. Then started sucking it and without me even ask him he put the whole thing down his throat and started fucking it. It took a while until he started having gag reflexes. At one point he did something I’ve only seen in porn… My cock was down his throat, his nose was on my pubes and he managed to put part of his tongue out to lick my balls at the same time. I didn’t know it was possible! It felt AMAZING.
It was already the best blowjob I ever gotten! And he even forgot he had my toes inside his ass! Hahaha
Then he asked me permission to talk. I said yes. He asked permission to give me a surprise, but to do that he needed to get up for a second. I was so caught up in the moment that I said sure.
He got up, went to the kitchen and I heard him saying “Sir, do you mind if I ask you to close your eyes for just a sec?” To which I said ok, but hurry.
He came back, started riding my foot again and started sucking my cock again… But I felt his mouth icy and warm and wet at the same time. It was a weird but AMAZING feeling and I asked him if he had an ice cube in his mouth and he put his tongue out to show me 3 black halls drops.
DISCLAIMER: I know in the us you guys buy Halls drops for cough/throat. Here in Brazil that’s a Candy. And I’ve heard a lot about people using it to give oral sex.
That little motherfucker got me NUTS swallowing my cock with those halls drops inside his mouth. He was deepthroating, putting both of my balls in his mouth, sucking my head like a baby on a pacifier… But it was when he started licking my frenulum with that hot/icy/wet tongue while rubbing my head with one hand and massaging my balls that I admit I lost control. While he was doing that he kept saying that my body is a shrine and my cock is the God he worships. That my cock rules his life from now on if he is considered worthy of it. That he was in heaven being able to do what he had dreamed of for years and years and kept asking me if he was being a good boy. He had tears of happiness scrolling down his eyes.
Sam… All I could do was grunt, moan and breathe heavily. Nobody EVER got me like that only for giving me head. Actually… “Giving head” is not a good enough definition for what that faggot did.
I told him I was close to shoot my load… And he didn’t change his pace one bit. He started licking my frenulum with what he had left from one of the drops on his tongue and trying to say “please, daddy… Give me your God load!” and when he felt my cock was swelling up and about to cum he deep throated himself again, nose on my pubes, tip of his tongue on my balls and my juice exploded direct into his throat. He hold it there for, idk, 20 second. Then started to slurp it out.
Honestly, Sam. I think I haven’t came THAT HARD since I got my wife pregnant.
He sat more firmly on my foot and just looked at me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. My face was probably of disbelief, I ain’t lying. I’ve NEVER experienced something like this before. Then he said 5 magic words: “I love your cock, Sir!”
I told him to get up and bring me another glass of water as I was trying to recompose myself. He came back with the water and kneeled and put his head down.
Sam. I had to take a few moments to admire that sight and make sense of what just happened.
You were completely right on every word you said. I could NEVER have a woman giving a treatment like that. Not treatment… Worship.
I told him to look at me and got close to him. As I reach for his face he threatened to flinch for a millisecond but I said “Don’t worry. I’m not giving you the 7th slap” instead I rubbed his head and told him I was really proud of him. And that he aced the one chance he had. I was so proud that I don’t think I’m letting Flavio getting near him again. He can’t appreciate a worship like that. This faggot is mine. As he always been.
Full disclosure: I warned Felipe that I thought Master Vinicius might be ready to use his throat, so he was able to have those Halls cough drops ready. LOL
Brothers, this is how we win every time. We submit completely to the awe and majesty of our straight Alphas and we worship them in ways that never ever occur to females. We blow their minds in addition to their cocks until there is no doubt in their minds that they need to keep using us.
Felipe went above and beyond in order to thoroughly satisfy Master Vinicius, leaving him with a feeling he’d never quite experienced so acutely before: God Alphahood.
And the most revelatory part: Master Vinicius was still STRAIGHT, but changed in the most extraordinary way. You see, his sexuality didn’t change … but he began his ascent to levels of power other straight Alpha deny themselves. What a shame!
But Master Vinicius wasn’t done! Just like any powerful Man who has achieved some intoxicating level of wealth and glory, Master Vinicius wanted to drink more from the wellspring of hierarchical power!
He ordered his faggot to write of their second encounter:
I got to serve Master Vinicius again! He called me saying he was almost done at the gym we have here, that he wanted me to go downstairs with a fresh towel for him. I immediately went down and he was leaving the gym, I gave him the towel and he told me to follow him to the elevator. When we got there he gave me back the towel and told me to sniff it as we were going up. He said his wife will be out for a couple of days and asked if I thought was fair that he had to release his stress by himself. I said of course not. And we got into his place.
He told me to make him his protein shake and load the washing machine with the laundry on the baskets from the master bathroom and the second bathroom. So I did. When I finished all of that he said I had the machine’s cycle time to suck him dry. He was still smelling from the gym. I CAN’T PUT INTO WORDS HOW GREAT HE SMELLED!!! I started sucking him and he kept telling me to say how great his cock is and how much I love it – like I needed an excuse to do that… He said he’s gonna use me all these days his wife is not around. Not to get my hopes up about him fucking… Yet. He said he does want to fuck me and is going to do it eventually, but I’ll know when he’s ready. I teared up a bit, not gonna lie. I felt very emotional. Then he shoved his cock way down my throat and gave me a head lock on my neck, I couldn’t move and barely breathe. And he got me like that as he finished his protein shake.
I got to suck his dick, lick his balls, his armpits, his chest… It was like I was given the gift of cleaning his sweat with my tongue. It felt AMAZING!
When he was just about to cum he told me to stop sucking and just stare at his cock and balls to see how a real man cums… And he came on his foot and made me to lick it clean. Sam… I’m not into feet AT ALL. But it felt A-MA-ZING!
By then the machine was done and he told me to hang up the clothes and do the dishes in sink while he had a shower. And that I was supposed to leave as soon as I finished it because he didn’t wanna see me when he left the shower. So I ran to do that and came back home.
Btw: as I was sucking him he prohibited me from jerking off (he knows I’m a gooner) and that I’m gonna know when I’m allowed to cum – but gave me no details about it, so I’m kind of in the dark. But I won’t question it. He knows what’s best for me.
Incredible!
We see so many elements in these encounters that I’ve discussed for years, natural laws straight Alphas understand and utilize when using a faggot (like denying Felipe masturbation while serving, or making Felipe lick his cum off his feet) because they come from the very heart of all straight Alphas. They all want the same worship, the same service, the same honor, respect, and awe.
And only faggots give straight Alphas exactly what they crave!
So once again, the hierarchical truth contained on this site has changed a life, this time a powerful straight God Alpha named Master Vinicius. And our world is better for it!
BUT WAIT: This is only PART ONE! Just wait until you hear what happened NEXT!
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!
When we look for evidence of hierarchical truth, some of the most compelling stories come from young people (or recalled stories of youthful experiences). When we are young, our perspectives are mostly uncolored by sexual urges or sexuality. These youthful experiences demonstrate how our hierarchical roles are naturally expressed and with us from birth.
That was why I was so excited when a mother named Sophie wrote to me about her 15-year-old son Lucas. Sophie was concerned and fascinated by the behaviors she noticed in her son, like seeing Lucas’s classmates massaging and kissing his feet and serving him. She searched for answers for this, and it led her to find this site.
And believe me, she found answers!
Sophie is one of those throwback parents, a woman who respects ancient wisdom and appreciates the true role of Alphas in our society. And she recognized those same qualities in her son Lucas. I can tell you, when I confirmed her suspicions, there was no Mom prouder than her.
I’ve been privileged to continue communicating with Sophie, and every so often Master Lucas jumps onto her email account to update me about his progress. Yesterday, he decided to write to me from his new boarding school, excited about his new situation:
Hey servant!
My Mom told me you two chatted about Me so I thought why not give the faggot some news! I’m doing great at the boarding high school and I’m having so much fun! Absolutly everyone want to be friend with Me which of course is not surprising haha I’m the best after all! There are a few other Alphas in the boys’ dormitory but I’ve eventually established that I AM the Alpha of the Alphas! I’ve set up some rules to deal with bullying. I made it clear that weaker boys are of course here to serve the Alphas like Me but as long as they’re obedient and respectful and doing their best they’re to be treated nicely. That’s the Protector Alpha I want to be!
There was just this spoiled boy whom I had to give a good beating last month because he kept forgetting his place, so I show him who was the boss until he begged for mercy and promised to never disrespect Me again! He’s been nicer since then lol! Otherwise when I need to pick a fight, I go for brotherly brawls with My bros, I love to force them to admit I’m stronger and to call Me their Master, that’s so cool, even if it’s exhausting! lol The weak guys are mostly good, they know their place below us and they are eager to please Me. I never have to make My bed or clean the rooms or tidy up My stuff and clothes or do any chores, there’s always someone ready to jump in and do it for Me, so I can relax and have fun! Three of them started to give Me money to let them massage and lick My feet! Then each of them took a part-time job for pocket money (in the school cafeteria or a nearby bar) and they give Me all their earnings! So great to be a Superior! I love to know that they’re working and sacrificing their free time just for My happiness!
I don’t to tell you to much about the girls cause my Mom can read that LOL but I can tell you that there are some pretty girls and they love what they see! 😉 I had dumped My girlfriend but she’s begging Me to take her back so I’ll think about it.
Bye faggot!
Your MASTER and KING LUCAS THE GREAT
I knew that Master Lucas’s move to a boarding school would have profound effects on his development as an Alpha. Boarding schools (much like college dormitories) are focused hierarchical communities in which the truly powerful rise to the top naturally. This is boot camp for Master Lucas, and it sounds like his dominance continues to grow!
It’s important that Master Lucas sees the widening gap between himself and his classmates, the difference between him and his Alpha brothers and the rest of the boys in school. Even among his Alpha class, Master Lucas is reigning supreme! It’s the development of Alpha hierarchy in real time!
Although he doesn’t explicitly mention it here, I’m sure that Master Lucas using faggots and beta males for service and worship is having a profound effect on his Alpha brothers. They see this, and they’ll want it for themselves. Of course, that’ll only be with Master Lucas’s approval!
And as girls become more important to Master Lucas, I’m sure the flexing of sexual power superiority among his peers will only elevate his standing even more!
This is how it develops among Alphas. Thanks to Sophie and her son, we can witness the rise of a natural-born Alpha to the place he was born to inherit: God Alpha!
