The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
If there is a God Alpha with the raw power of Master Jase, the only one who comes close is Master Chad. They both have giant dicks, they both cum in buckets-full, both power fuck like demons, they both have bred populations of people, and they both are master manipulators. No hole is safe from either of them.
Master Jase in particular seems to love the torment he inflicts on the various faggots he uses every day, and his appetite for faggot pussy and sadism seems to know no bounds. If I were somehow able to write fast enough and often enough every day, I’d probably fill this entire website with his conquests. Bandwidth issues – as well as my own limitations as an imperfect human faggot – prevent that from happening.
But every so often Master Jase shares something too delicious to keep to myself. The latest involves a faggot from his gym that he has been using for some time. Sadly, that faggot thinks it’s going to get married and live a normal life after having its soul cored out of its body by Master Jase’s enormous log.
And Master Jase knows this, so he devised a devilish torture plan for the faggot:
I regularly use and fuck the majority of the boxing coaches at the gym I train at, and one of them is getting married next month. Last week while he was sucking my cock after training, he said that he was having a bachelor party this coming Saturday. He asked as a request if I could fuck him all day and night after the bachelor party, and in his words, “make him forget about breathing”.
I decided to play a game. For the two weeks until his bachelor party, I would not touch, fuck, or breed him. That him sucking my cock was the last time he would taste or feel my cock until the bachelors. That I will be teasing him for two weeks whenever I see him.
It’s been so much fun seeing just how cock-starved the fag has become. Fags need their master’s cock, need to follow their instincts to serve and worship. I tease him by slapping his butt, groping or playfully hitting his body, but he’s not allowed to touch me. I don’t even let him see when other fags or sluts take my cock.
Today at training, I could see his brain about to explode from the need and the denial. He was all but whimpering and whining, I could see how his back just arched in response to me just being near him, and the starvation and craving in his eyes. But there’s still two more days.
My guess is that the fag won’t be able to hold himself for any longer than half an hour before needing to feel and worship my body, dominance, power, and cock that controls and rules him. It’s a big rush seeing the fag at training whimper in need and in heat needing my cock. Knowing I have that much presence and control that he can’t go without my dominance overpowering him.
Of course, it’s not going to stop me mounting and manhandling and breeding him repeatedly this weekend. Hard and rough and deep. Not stopping until he’s completely wasted and worn out. Pumo him so full of my cum I knock the fag up. That’s my right to brutally pound and fuck an owned cock sleeve while the fag remains helpless and submissive.
This experience should teach every faggot that God Alphas like Master Jace notice every single gesture the way an expert poker player sees every “tell”. They know they have you captured before you even know they see you.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
A couple of days ago Master Jase shared a pretty astonishing developing story of his claiming of a new faggot at his gym. You can read that first part RIGHT HERE.
At the end of that, Master Jase hinted that he wasn’t done developing this married muscle fag. Indeed, right after I published my first account, he sent me this message:
Ordered the new dad fag to wait in the carpark of the gym after work, received an instant “Yes sir” as a reply. The fag must have been agonizingly waiting for my message, and I know he usually goes home to his family but today, he’s aching and ready for his sore pussy to be put in multiple positions by my giant cock.
So I knew the next day (yesterday) was going to be insane. Witness the insanity:
The cunting continued today. As ordered, the fag was in the carpark, waiting. He was flushed and already panting when he saw me. Made the muscled fag get on his knees, asked if he had been a hungry little slut. “Yes sir.” Daydreaming about my cock choking and stretching you out? “Yes sir”, the fag got more breathless. Pushed his face into my crotch and told him to sniff. The fag groaned and moaned.
Tossed him into my car and drove home. I ignored his breathless moans in the back. Once home, I made him pull out my cock while I pulled off my shirt. I stood like that over him, my thick cock sitting heavy on his face, and I knew he could see my powerful body ready to train him more. First his throat. Made him take more down his spasming throat than he did prior. Spit and pre covered his face. Told him to strip, and then lie back on the sofa. He trembled as he did, and his legs automatically spread as I approached. I fingered his still red and clenching hole, stretching it, told the fag to at all times keep his eyes on either my face or my body. I pushed my cock in, steady and powerful, watching his face as instinctively moaned and groaned from his stretched ass ring trying to accommodate my girth. Paused and told the fag again to look at me. He did, with his face still smeared in spit and pre, his eyes already dilating. I pressed firmer and as I broke through his second cunt again, he began shaking and crying as his eyes rolled back again. His ass ring clenching weakly and uncontrollable and the rest of his ass squeezing me as the fag lost himself again to the cunting.
When he calmed down, I leaned over him so even his dazed eyes could see me. Told the fag that this was what he was made for, and began to fuck him in slow, powerful strokes, and watched as he started to cry again with his eyes going white. His body trembling and back arching, his legs spasming and stretching even further out when I pushed an extra inch in that he couldn’t take the day before. I love watching the involuntary actions of a fag when he gets cunted deeper beyond his belief. He was already incoherent, and an hour more of just the steady slow pace, the fag was barely conscious and weakly whimpering. Muscled slow-fucked into a pile of cock drunk flesh. Another fine cunting training session.
Got my in-house slut to take care of the fag before he got to work on my cock, and having had to keep control of myself with the new fag, I went full primal rage in wrecking his muscled cunt with a brutal and hard rutting. Even after I unleashed a monster load in his ruined cunt, the new fag hadn’t yet moved. Told my in-house slut that once he recovered, to wait for the fag to come to and drive him back to his car at the gym parking lot.
I’ve never had an Alpha cunt me in stages, so I can’t really imagine the delirium this new faggot is going through. The fag probably feels like it’s wandering lost in a haunted house, terrified of what’s around the next corner. Every encounter Master Jase pushes it deeper into a subspace that can overwhelm anyone. I have no idea how this faggot is returning to its family, its aching pussy empty and yearning for Master Jase’s cock to fill it again.
It’s pretty clear that Master Jase is going to push it even farther in the next day or two. Master has refused to actually breed the faggot (thereby making this cunting “official”) until he is able to fit his entire cock into it and fuck it properly.
I’m not sure who’s more excited about this prospect, the faggot or Master Jase … or ME!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Have you ever watched films about lions? Ever notice how lions watch their prey carefully, stalk it, and then pounce, clamping their powerful jaws around its throat until it’s dead? In any of that, did it ever seem like the lion was thinking about anything other than satisfying its own hunger?
Of course not! The lion is an Apex Predator, and everything else serves its needs!
Like a lion, Master Jase is at the top of Hierarchy, a God Alpha. And like a lion, his urge to satisfy his need for domination and breeding come before the needs of inferiors beneath him. However, in the process of him using these inferiors for satisfaction, Master Jase occasionally transforms inferiors into their true form: a faggot. By splitting them open and deeply breeding them with his giant cock, he effectively forces them to accept their truth.
Like a lion feasting on a kill, what Master Jase does is an integral part of the Hierarchical circle of life.
Master Jase shared a pretty dramatic experience that occurred over the last few days involving a 40-year-old virgin faggot at his gym. It illustrates that primal function God Alphas play in the greater scheme of things.
Made a fag out of a 40-ish old father this last week. I will detail more later, but in summary. Broke him in on Sunday after the fag couldn’t resist my presence in the gym sauna after I had aggressively mounted another slut in the showers. Had him use his mouth over as much of my cock as he could, which was barely half my giant dick. Told him to clean his ass out and to meet me back at the gym on Monday at the same time in the morning.
Monday, I made him watch as I rutted inside a bodybuilder slut in a private room, then the new fag tried to take my cock in where it belongs. He could only take my cock head and a little bit more. Taking virgin holes like this is a thrill, especially when my cock looks like a bottle trying to fit itself in a fresh fags barely touched hole.
Tuesday he was able to take around four to five inches. He laid like a good boy after I told him to bend over a bench. How his body tried to take more, the fag begged at how he could always feel the slow stretch, how that bit of his pussy that I had loosens through was aching in soreness and need.
Today I cunted him. Back in the sauna. I sat and spread my legs, he knelt and sucked and licked. Told him to display for me, he bends and shows me his clean hole, still red from two days of training. Note that he is at least a head taller than me and more muscled. Didn’t stop me from picking him up by his waist, and positioning his hole over my raging monster cock. Inch by monstrously thick inch I sat him down on my cock. How he breathed hard, let out a few groans and even small yells. I told him that he could scream and whine, but I was unstoppable, and he was to remain in place. Half my cock was in, I turned him so he faced me. His arms were trembling, his back was arching and his mouth was already open and drooling.
I felt my tip pressing against his second hole. Too easy. I pushed him down, and felt his second cunt snap around my cock head. The reaction was instant. You have been cunted, fag Sam. You know what it’s like. The fag threw back his head, his eyes rolled back completely, his nostrils dilated and his tongue lolling out his drooling mouth. His hands were clawing weakly at my muscles. His legs were spasming and his toes curling nonstop. His whole body was flexing and twitching on my cock and in my arms. And I still had over a hand of cock left outside his taut stretched cunt lips. I rode his body back up and down, and each time I pushed passed his second cunt, the fags head would swing side to side, and his whole body would jerk. I love cunting fags like this. Slow and deliberate, so the fag can feel every thick veiny inch reshaping his cunt to the shape and size of my cock. How his thighs spread even further automatically, trying to expose his now important sex organ, his pussy.
I cunted the fag today for a solid half hour before I picked him off my cock and let him slide to the floor like a ragdoll. Until he takes my cock to the balls, my new fag doesn’t get rewarded with my seed.
He has plenty to learn. After all, I am a physical breeder, and the new fag has neither taken a real power fuck, nor a full breeding. Unlike my house slut that I just fucked into unconsciousness after I woke up at 4 am with a raging erection. Alpha needs hit at any time.
Indeed, I have been cunted multiple times before, and this is a pretty accurate depiction of it (from the Alpha perspective). I really connected with Master Jase’s detail about the new faggot involuntarily spreading its legs open to take more of his cock while being cunted. I experience this too, and I liken it to a deep relaxation that loosens the entire body. It’s mostly because the faggot brain is shut down during cunting, and they’re losing consciousness.
But like a lion, Master Jase could sense the faggot hiding behind the veil of normalcy. So he pounced, and then systematically devoured the faggot’s will and resistance over the course of a couple of days until the faggot was set free through cunting. Now there is no façade left, only a cunted faggot that will forever yearn for Master’s cock to fill The Void inside it!
Earlier I mentioned that Hierarchical circle of life, and I meant it. What Master Jase did with this faggot – indeed, what ALL Alphas do when they cunt their faggots – is part of a natural process that frees faggots to accept their place and purpose. If this didn’t happen, then there would be many more males wandering the earth in a confused, unfulfilled daze, unsure of their purpose.
Alphas forcefully taking, cunting, and owning faggots maintains the larger hierarchical balance … and it keeps the greater Alpha Pack well fed and satisfied!
A chastity cage is essentially a green light for any Man (Alpha or otherwise) that the guy wearing it can be used however they want.
This is why faggots proudly displaying their cages in gyms often get used in gyms. Alphas pumped with testosterone know they won’t hear “no” when they need to use it.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a faggot named Matt who is owned by an intense 35-year-old Alpha named Master Connor. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I first met my brother Matt and the learned of the brutality of his new Master Connor, I warned against continuing to serve him because I feared something bad might happen to Matt. And while the jury is still out on that eventuality, I’m delighted to be able to say that my initial feeling about Master Connor was dead wrong.
He’s not a Destroyer Alpha in the traditional sense, He’s a Destroyer Alpha the way a controlled explosion effectively tears down useless structures.
Matt shared a lengthy recent experience so profoundly thrilling that I’m tempted to break it into a couple of parts. However, I think I’ll keep it all together so you can really ingest and appreciate the full power on display here.
Over text, I let Master Connor know that I expedited the shipping for my new cage and it would arrive before I see him next on Saturday right before his kickboxing lesson. He seems to really be enjoying and benefiting from the sessions! His new underwear arrives later today!
He told me the keys to my current cage are in his locker at the gym. News to me! But I also thought he’d bring them back after his workout. No! He said I’ll need to be there. And that I should arrive to the gym before his session, watch him and then he’d retrieve the keys afterwards.
Wow. What an opportunity to watch him in all his Alpha glory while I wait on the bench with my clit about to be downsized!
He told me not to wear panties because he plans to have me change cages in the locker room. Yikes! I thought he’d at least wait until after we were back to his place. He said to instead wear “some lame excuse for male underwear. Don’t overdo it fag. You’re not a Man. You’re a fucking loser.”
I wasn’t sure what to wear when he said that… I’m so used to being in lacy panties when I show up and he uses me. I only have a couple pair of “regular” underwear but they seem almost too masculine?
So without any filter, I suggested “like tighty whities Sir?”
His response was complete laughter. I’ve never seen so many emojis and “Hahahahaha” reactions in a row. He clearly thought it was entertaining. He finally said “Yeah.” with a devil horns emoji. He also told me to bring a pink skirt I’ve worn before so I’m not sure how that fits into the equation.
Tomorrow will be an interesting day. I’m excited to downsize for him and serve him fully. Yet I don’t know what this new venue and set of directions will entail. Not for my faggot brain to solve!
Either way, I’m sniffing his underwear as I write knowing it will all be for the better and tomorrow will be an incredible day.
When Matt sent me this message, I replied that I was curious about what he was planning with the underwear business. But of course, I’m just a faggot, and I had no way of seeing exactly what astounding things Master Connor had in mind:
Well my mind is blown! You said he may have a purpose with all of his violence and tactics. Not sure if this is it but wow has my dynamic of service to Master Connor changed as of last night! Here is an update to what I shared with below( the day before meeting him this weekend).
I arrived at his gym early so Master Connor would be sure to see me as he walked in. Pure butterflies in my stomach.
When he walked in he slightly nodded at me but continued on to the locker room to get his equipment.
He was chatting it up with the other Men there and the trainer started giving them some warm up exercises to do. I was so mesmerized by Master. He was confident, intense and focused. Soon the smell of sweat and testosterone filled the air. The sounds of the bags being kicked and punched, the primal grunts, the sound of feet quickly shuffling on the hardwood floor.
I’m sure my mouth was just gaping open the entire time as I watched on in an almost hypnotic like trance.
During a break, he came over and simply said “go get me some water and a towel faggot.” It wasn’t loud enough for others to hear but it also wasn’t a whisper. I jumped to my feet and hurriedly got what he demanded. After chugging the water and wiping his face, arms and torso with the towel he threw it toward me and I caught it right as it hit my face. It was magical. I kept trying to discreetly bury my face into it throughout the back half of his workout not knowing if I’d ever get such a pleasure again.
When it came time to end the session, the other Men went to the locker room while Master Connor chatted with the trainer. Eventually he motioned for me to follow him to the locker room. By that time, some of the Men were already heading out. There were probably only one or two still finishing up with one headed to the shower in just his towel. It was such a dream to be in their presence!
After we were alone in the area, Master Connor told me to strip down to my underwear which I did without hesitation. He told me how pathetic I was to be in my tighty whities with my clit caged in a Men’s locker room. He tossed me the keys and told me to turn away and swap the cages. And to hurry up “so none of these guys have to see a faggot be so disgusting in their space.”
It didn’t take long to get the cage unlocked and get the new one out of my bag. But then it happened. My clit began to expand and get slightly chubby – weak but still larger. I was panicking because I knew I needed to hurry up. Master Connor had finished putting away his gear and turned to see me still fidgeting. “What’s taking so long faggot? You forget how to lock that nub away?”
I embarrassingly told him what was happening. He nodded. Told me to pull up my underwear. I did so, not knowing how that would help. Then, without warning, he turned me around and directly kneed me in my fag nuts. Hard. I immediately fell to my knees and gasped. He let me writhe in pain for a few seconds before simply saying “hurry up you stupid slut.” Then I realized that my clit had almost full retracted and so I scrambled in my agony to get the tiny cage secured. Once I did, I thanked him for helping me. It felt weird to impulsively say that – it hurt a bunch and probably wasn’t the only solution but he provided a solution… HIS solution. He just shook his head half smiling like he was just embarrassed for me as a human being and I could understand why. We couldn’t be more different in our places in the hierarchy.
He then grabbed my head and pushed it into his crotch where I stayed inhaling his natural power for a minute. He said he needed to piss and I followed him to a stall still just in my underwear. He quickly sat down and pulled his thick dick out and let his stream go right into my open mouth and down my willing throat. Before long he was face fucking me and I tried not to verbally gag too much knowing there was still one Man just finishing his shower nearby. Instead of cumming down my throat, he painted my face with a very thick, large load. He left the stall and told me to stay. There I was, nearly naked in the smallest cage possible and covered in his Alpha seed with piss and dick on my faggot breath. I’m sure I was quite the sight to see.
He came back a few minutes later with my bag. Told me to get dressed but to leave his load on my face. We left the gym and only the trainer was still there but on the far side of the space – just waving to Master Connor from a distance as we left. I was feeling both anxious to be in public wearing such an obvious cumshot on my face but also proud and calm as I walked a few steps behind the Alpha that had given me this incredible gift. HIS gift.
As we made it to his place, he told me to get properly dressed – which I assume meant putting on the short pink skirt. When I opened my bag I noticed my old cage wasn’t there. Did he keep it? Did he throw it away? No time to think about it and I wouldn’t dare ask. I suppose that older, larger cage is in my past anyway. So I move on, pulling up the skirt over my underwear and taking off the rest of my clothes. I start preparing dinner while he’s on his phone as I’m not sure what to do next. I then feel a very firm slap to my ass and I could feel his breath on my ear. I think dinner was about to wait.
I don’t remember verbatim but he said something like: “Such a dirty slut. Prancing around my house just asking for it and already wearing a load on your face. What a fucking whore you’ve become.”
This was new! I didn’t know what was happening. Was it role play? How should I respond?
He was cupping my ass and I whimpered saying “I’m your slut Sir.”
Another hard smack to my ass. Then I heard it for the first time: “Good girl.”
My head was spinning. I’d always been willing to feminize myself to some extent – I mean, I’m definitely not a Man – but really only to further myself from the concept of masculinity. So panties or the like. Now my Alpha was telling me I was a “good girl”?!
Before I could think much more about it, he let loose a barrage of slaps to my ass and then yanked down the back of my underwear. I heard him spit on his dick and then it was buried inside me almost instantly. I was leaning over the counter as he took me hard, fast and without any consideration for my pussy. His finger fish-hooked my open mouth as I blubbered gibberish during his assault on my cunt. The way he pulled on my mouth made my head turn back enough towards him that I watched as he methodically and powerfully drove his dick deep into my guts.
He was completely lost in his rut. I was a hole and he was fucking it relentlessly. A Man on a mission. Then as I could feel him get closer, the affirmation-based questions started as his fingers were still deep in my mouth.
“Who is my dirty little slut?”
I am Sir
“Who owns you?”
You do Sir
“What are you?”
I’m a faggot Sir. Your faggot Sir.
“Good girl.”
Then a few more thrusts and his load was coating my insides. He stayed inside my battered, swollen hole for a moment. I tried to gain my composure but I was still trembling from the breeding. He finally pulled out and I dropped to my knees to clean his incredible cock.
He eventually pulled me off his dick and pulled me up and my underwear up too. He took off his shirt and told me to order dinner for both of us and join him on the couch. He wanted me to stay?! To eat together?!
I cuddled up next to him as he watched TV and scrolled on his phone. Occasionally grazing my head across his still sweaty chest. Then I did something I’ve never really done before with him. But this was a day of firsts! I began to kiss his chest and his arms. Only a little at first. I looked up at him and he was staring back. He didn’t say anything which I felt gave me permission to continue. So I did and then I got bolder. Nuzzling my face into his pits and licking around his chest. In that moment I felt his fingers go down the back of my skirt and underwear and find my very-tender pussy. He pushed in and I groaned into his pit. It hurt but it was so amazing I didn’t care.
Soon his fingers were deep in my mouth as he fed me part of the load he’d just shot into my cunt. I was in a state of pure ecstasy.
Around that time the food arrived and luckily they left it at the door – I couldn’t imagine someone seeing me in my current state. Not much was said as we ate and he mostly watched TV. I just kept staring at him with absolute lust and admiration. As I put away the dishes and cleaned up, I started to grab my bag assuming he was ready for me to leave.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He said from the couch. “Did I say you could leave faggot? You got somewhere more important to be?”
I quickly put down the bag and said “No Sir. Sorry Sir, I just didn’t want to be in your way.” He had already shot two loads today (at least) and finished dinner. I assumed he was done with me. Not the case!
He had me get the shower started and then got in. I just watched from a distance. What an incredible Man. Every aspect of him was pure power and superiority. He had me dry him off and then he fell onto the bed. I stood there for a moment unsure of what to do.
“If you’re going to stay the night, you better get to work on my feet because they are sore from all of this kickboxing. That’s on you faggot.”
Stay the night?! I was speechless. I must have waited too long because he snapped.
“Jesus. Nevermind. Just get the fuck out you stupid bitch.”
I immediately came back to reality and within no time I was massaging and worshiping his feet with passion that I didn’t know I had. Occasionally saying “thank you Sir”. And, after a few minutes, eventually hearing back “good girl.”
I know this has been a long update so I’ll give you the second (shorter part) very soon! Spoiler: I did stay the night and was of service this morning. I’m just now trying to fully work through all that has happened in the past 24 hours and I’m set to see Master Connor again following his session Tuesday. Praying that my pussy will be recovered enough by then to take another round of assault.
I don’t know where this is all headed but I’m constantly surprised by the journey and just how much more obsessed I can become in my faggot servitude to such a deserving and strong Alpha Man.
I cannot really even process this experience! I almost feel like I was also taken and bred by Master Connor through my brother Matt!
Master Connor’s manipulation of Matt in the locker room is a master class in keeping a faggot off-balance and begging for more. Matt is already starving for every aspect of Master Connor’s body and mind, but training like this significantly ramps up that desperation.
Even more dramatic was the bathroom stall mouth fuck and facial! Dumping a massive load on Matt’s face and then forcing him to walk through that gym with it plainly visible to everyone is HUGE! You can actually hear the effect in Matt’s words. He’s delirious and deliriously fulfilled!
I don’t know what kind of experience Master Connor has had in his life as an owner of faggots, but it’s pretty clear he knows exactly what he’s doing. Yes, he’s aggressive, but it’s used in targeted ways that forces Matt into perpetual subspace.
I’m looking forward to finding out what happened the next morning!
Gyms are awesome places to experience the truth of Hierarchical dynamics. Alphas are there, veins full of testosterone and adrenaline, and feeling their own power with every flex of their muscles. Meanwhile, faggots smell the Alpha pheromones everywhere in addition to the Alpha attitudes on display, and they cannot help but submit.
This makes gyms a perfect place for moves to be made.
Ideally, you’d like it to go something like what is demonstrated in the above video. The Alpha catches the little faggot playing with itself, and so he provides something much bigger to play with.
I love how the Alpha teases the faggot at first, idly stroking the faggot’s tiny dick … but once he gets the faggot into its proper position (kneeling), it’s all about his pleasure.
The scene ends with two perfect notes: The Alpha bats the faggot’s hand off of its dick and orders it to stop touching itself … and then he tells the faggot to return to get bred again the following week. This is claiming behavior, something Alphas do naturally as they take over.
For professional porn, this scene is actually pretty useful.
I’m 27 and I’ve been on/off in my following up with your content for years now (since 2021). I wouldn’t say I’m a true believer in your message, though I feel inspired by some of what you’ve shared. In kink world, I’m a switch and able to express both submissiveness and dominance. However, with men I can only describe as an Alphas, I feel entirely submissive, as if I should kiss his feet and serve. It’s happened multiple times in my life, starting in adolescence. In my most recent experience, I was at a Korean Sauna in my area, choosing to take a full relaxation day. After a few hours of circulating between baths and co-ed saunas, I went to a dry sauna exclusively for the men’s section. I felt oddly comfortable being nude, with my 2” penis barely exposed. That’s when I was joined in the sauna by a guy who exuded confidence. He sat near me, spread eagle, and I glanced a peek at 8” of flaccid beauty. He looked at me and bobbed it, winking at me.
Now, though I am into cruising, I made a mistake. I reached out and stroked him. My heart raced, and I began salivating. I felt him up again and he moved near me. That’s when the attendant burst in and told us both to leave. I felt immediately embarrassed, and a quickly made my way out. Somehow my 2” inverted more as he walked past me to his locker and dressed. To make a long story short, he and I were both banned, and he had me follow him to his car. He said he’ll try to Appeal and encouraged me to do the same. I thought he’d take me somewhere to continue, but he drove off. The rest of the day and into the night, the memory of my sheer impulsiveness to touch him was (and is) my greatest turn on. His confidence and power over me has me rethinking a lot, and perhaps perusing more explicitly my interest in alphas is needed. I guess this, and my direct impulse, has me coming back to the question table. Not sure what advice there is to give, perhaps this was just some needed venting.
Not much I can add here. I’m glad you followed your instincts, because they were right. You’re born to be a faggot, and you should definitely start searching for opportunities like that.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a 43-year-old black-American faggot in France named Nate who boldly teaches Alphas about Hierarchy. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Occasionally I run across a faggot who listens carefully to the things I teach and then executes them at a high level. I love these ones because I often receive messages from them telling me about the successes they’re having in submitting to Alphas or even approaching Alphas.
Every win by a faggot in this area means yet another advancement in the battle we wage against a world in denial of the truth of Hierarchy.
A tremendous victory was recently achieved by a 43-year-old faggot in France named Nate. I first met Nate when he approached me about translating vital parts of this site into French in order to further the reach and message (which I absolutely love and appreciate!).
But Nate is much more proactive and clever than I even realized. He’s a faggot after my own heart, because he enjoys the process of opening the understanding of straight Alphas and helping them grasp the truth of Hierarchy in their own lives. He does this is a variety of ways, including several of the techniques I’ve long espoused online. Read Nate’s account and see if you can spot some of them!
Your site helped me be bolder in accepting my position as a trainer faggot. I train both Alphas and faggots. My Master, I’ll call him D for the moment until I can ask him if it’s alright that I disclose his identity. Master D I met at the gym. I thought that he was like 27 around 30 years old and he thought that I was like 20. I’m 43 and he’s 20. I’m Black-American and he’s Italian. I look very young for my age so people are always thinking that I look super young.
But when I met him I detected this kind of suppressed Alpha energy but I wasn’t sure if he actually was an Alpha. After the gym we would all go to the sauna and I just remember wondering if he was indeed an Alpha. He’s very playful and accommodating and he’s immensely popular. So, in the sauna I began to sit on the bottom seat next to his feet. I did notice that he would pay particular attention to me even though he was surrounded by his gym friends and joking with them. He just kept looking at me and I couldn’t understand why. Then, he began joining me on the bottom step, which confused me. So, I wondered if he had actually misunderstood my gesture.
All of the shower stalls are single person except one, which has two shower heads. I always shower in the one that has two shower heads. No one ever goes into that shower if another person is in there. One day, however, Master D walked into it while I was showering and I was shocked. He didn’t make any deal out of it and just began showering right next to me. This was when I thought that he was hitting on me but wasn’t really an Alpha. But my mind kept going back and forth because I had not seen this type of behavior in another Alpha before. Yet, what he did was so confident that I didn’t understand it.
Then I invited him to Thanksgiving dinner with my friends and he accepted tentatively as he needed to check in with his girlfriend. I knew that he really wanted to be there but I knew that his girlfriend would have reservations because she truly knew no one. So they didn’t come, but I was impressed by the fact that he wholeheartedly accepted my invitation. So, since he could not attend I made Master D a doggy bag and brought it to him. He was elated! I wrote on the containers ‘Alpha’. He saw that, looked at me but said nothing (he speaks English well but prefers French). He told me to hold his stuff while he put the food in his bag. I told him that I was delighted to hold anything for him. He said that he ate everything but the Turkey because he doesn’t like day old meat (I am vegetarian so I don’t even know what the turkey tasted like). It was his first Thanksgiving meal and he had never tasted those flavors.
So, then I got bold enough to ask him if he thought that he was an Alpha. He said that he thought so but wasn’t sure what it entailed. I explained to him what I knew about it and how I saw his comportment but I didn’t want to impose my thoughts on him. I could tell that he was hesitant to accept his role and I was very confused as to why. I told him that I was a faggot. He didn’t exactly understand what a faggot was so I told him a servant or a submissive. I could see that he felt more relaxed, but he as still very hesitant. So, I asked him if I could call him Master or Alpha and he said yes. That’s how it began.
Long-time readers will recognize some of Nate’s actions from my writings. For example, I’ve always stressed to faggots that they take a physical position lower than the Alpha they’re interested in. In this case, Nate purposely sat on a lower bench at this Alpha’s feet. Nate also made himself useful, providing food (labeled with the word “Alpha” – clever!). And then Nate used one of my absolutely favorite intro lines: “Sir, do you consider yourself to be Alpha?” This often leads to very revealing conversations, which is why I’ve always pushed this technique.
See how effective these things were for Nate:
One day I saw him at the gym without his water bottle. I asked him where it was and he said that he had accidently broken it. I laughed about him not knowing his own strength and he laughed in agreement. Two days later I bought him another water bottle of the same size. His is like 5 liters compared to my 1.2 liters, Master D is extremely ripped and he takes his fitness seriously! He thanked me and smiled but never told me that I should not have, which I though significant. Then, in the sauna later he told the other guys that apparently, he was an Alpha according to me. I was more embarrassed by that declaration than he was. In fact, he didn’t seem bothered by it at all.
He started responding quicker to my messages and so I took that opportunity to make sure and call him Master. He would reply with “Sir” and I finally told him, when he was on vacation that he could call me faggot. He said he still didn’t understand the significance of the word so I explained it better to him and then sent him “The Prime” page that I translated for you. He actually read it and told me that there were some things on it that he didn’t necessarily agree with but all in all he felt that he was an Alpha. So then he said he would call me faggot from then on.
A few times in the gym he would assert his authority over me and I loved it! One time he told me that he needed the dumbbell that I was working with. I stared at him and he at me and I knew my place and I gave it to him. He told me to get another one and I did but went for a smaller one. He corrected me and told me to go bigger. I told him that he was right and he said, “of course! I’m always right!” He smiled slightly but no laugh. Then in the shower, which he continues to share with me, he will not let me take a warm shower anymore. He tells me to join him in the sauna and I have to leave when he does to take a shower and go back in. He requires that the shower be cold. One time I tried to wash up the soap off in warm water and he felt the water was warm and said very directly, “turn the water to cold.” Then he continued doing what he was doing as if he knew I would obey. I HATE cold anything, especially water and weather but I knew I had to obey my Master.
So, yesterday he laid down his preliminary ground rules as my Master. He said that he is not a dictator but he wanted to be my Master if I wanted to serve him and I agreed. I told him that I wanted to be at his feet and he was shocked. Then I told him that it was normal and why I had started sitting down in the sauna next to his feet. He remembered and said, now he understood! But even after all of this I was wondering why he was so passive about owning a faggot or being an Alpha. I just kept questioning if I had gotten it wrong because I’m used to Alpha’s taking charge almost immediately. But then, during one of our conversations I understood much better. He is Italian and, though he does not practice any particular religion, his upbringing has it in his head that he doesn’t have a natural superiority over faggots. I sighed in defeat because of the hardest things for a person to overcome are erroneous religious beliefs.
See how just a few careful applications of techniques I’ve been teaching can unlock a straight Alpha’s need and desire for ownership and control? These Alphas WANT to be MASTERS of everything. They WANT TO BE KINGS. To a limited degree they can get that from females, but once they realize they can truly become that by owning and using faggots, they want that just as badly.
Hierarchy is practically part of our biology. It’s hard-wired into us. Therefore, we respond in somewhat predictable ways for our type. All Alphas love power and worship. All faggots love to submit and serve.
Nate and I and other faggots are simply utilizing triggers for these natural needs and wants in Alphas so that we might be fulfilled in service to them. You can do it, too!
Hi Sam I’m pretty sure you get questions like this all time but I always see straight alphas in the gym that I would love to worship but It is so hard to get to them they are concentrated on their workouts it’s hard to socialize. I know this pair of twins both 20 alpha AF I tried talking to one on IG but he tends to leave me on read , they both say hi when I see them but nothing more . Any advice?
I do get this question all the time, of course, but every question has a unique wrinkle. Yours has a tricky element – the Alphas are twins. They influence each other in ways that are unpredictable in an approach by a faggot.
Since these are gym contacts, you can attempt three possible approaches. Here they are:
Offer to provide services like putting away weights, cleaning machines, getting water or towels. Maybe offer to buy them supplements or food. Be useful to both of them, and see if that eventually engages them.
Complement them on their physiques and ask them for advice. Alphas like to be helpful when it comes to showing off their physical power.
Ask them if they consider themselves to be Alpha. When they answer “yes”, lead them into a discussion of Hierarchy. Reason with them about the obvious aspects of Hierarchy, and emphasize that they deserve to be worshiped and served as leaders of Hierarchy.
Any of those can work if you approach it confidently. Good luck!
