I was born in 1978, so my entire conscious life as a homosexual and a faggot has been lived under the spectre of HIV and AIDS. It’s hard to explain to younger people what that has been like. Yes, technically they have had to deal with that as well, but to them HIV is a chronic and manageable illness thanks to the incredible medicines introduced in 1996.
But it was an absolute death sentence before 1996.
Back then, death came at diagnosis. The ostracism of terrified healthy people with their hatred and judgements made life almost unlivable before the disease actually took them. Then came the wave of opportunistic diseases as their immune systems collapsed, frightening and sometimes disfiguring conditions with terrifying names like toxoplasmosis, Kaposi’s sarcoma, Back then, death came at diagnosis; the ostracism of terrified healthy people with their hatred and judgements made life almost unlivable before the disease actually took them. Then came the wave of opportunistic diseases as their immune systems collapsed, frightening and sometimes disfiguring conditions with terrifying names like toxoplasmosis, Kaposi’s sarcoma, candidiasis, or Pneumocystis pneumonia that would ravage their bodies without relief.
The death of my gay friend Stephen in 1995 from AIDS spurred me to learn much more about the disease than any other HIV- person I knew. For a time I was actively part of a group of famous people known as “AIDS dissidents” who questioned the idea that HIV directly caused AIDS. Of course, my propensity for research-based conclusions eventually led me to fight with these people; In the late nineties I had a vicious back-and-forth with famed writer Celia Farber and her intractable views that science and evidence continually disproved until she finally cut me off. Yeah, I’ve always been a firebrand.
The shadow of HIV/AIDS is a long, cold one that has suffocated at least one entire generation – mine. Yet from that shadow rise voices and examples of those who went to their death struggling to cobble together some amount of dignity as their bodies failed. They wink at us like fireflies in the descending dusk. I thought about them when I was fighting for my life through cancer in 2018, and again though a blood infection of staph in 2020.
Why am I still here, and they are gone?
I feel like a soldier that took the beach in Normandy, only to look around at my friends all blown to pieces or missing limbs and strewn across the bloody sand like refuse. There is gratitude, of course, but also a vacuous void inside me. It’s a hollow victory.
I recently watched a documentary on Pedro Zamora, the beautiful gay boy featured on Season 3 of MTV’s revolutionary “reality” series The Real World in 1994. This particular season was as real as it gets, because Pedro was HIV+ and proudly advocating for knowledge and understanding. I watched that season, and Pedro made an impact on me. To see that bright, adorable young man so bravely stand up for himself during the show, only to fall terribly ill and die a few months later, was impossible to ignore. The memory of that last picture of him, crippled and nearly comatose just a day before his death, still haunts me.
And that’s the perfect word: haunted. My generation of gays is haunted by all of the hollow eyes and piercing cries of those lost to this discriminatory plague. And no matter how long I live here, I will never not hear them or see them.
Which is why I dearly love what Madonna did on her most recent tour. She took her classic “Live To Tell” and used it as a way to pay homage to all of the artists who died of AIDS around her over the course of her long career. The song was not originally about AIDS deaths, but it becomes the only anthem for people like me and Madonna and any others who survived the horror of it all.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’m so grateful to the newest generation of straight Alphas rising among us. Raised on knowledge from the internet, these new straight Alphas intellectually and empathetically understand the purpose of faggots, and appreciate it.
They also seem to comprehend this vital truth: true power comes from ownership WITHOUT violence and cruelty. Any dumbfuck can beat an inferior male and get him to submit. But the truly powerful Alpha is worshiped willingly and eagerly by his subs.
I’ve been blessed to know many young Alphas who exemplify this new generation of Kings. Among them, Master Jerome stands apart.
At just 19 years old, I swear straight Master Jerome is already more advanced and more powerful than harsher Alphas twice his age. In fact, Master Jerome consults with these Alphas and already has the composure to reject some of their dubious advice. His integrity makes him even more powerful. What he’s done with Fag C – the one he discovered was raped and infected with HIV – is by itself the gold standard for every Protector Alpha. In my opinion, he’s one of the very greatest God Alphas to ever grace this site or my life.
Master Jerome’s first summer as an Owner of faggots is coming to an end, so he wanted to share an update:
Hey Sam, this is your Master Jerome from France.
Summer is almost over here and I can say this has been the best summer of my life. Fag C is making excellent progress with his therapy and the group of hiv+ people that I found for him. He still struggles a lot with getting fucked in certain positions, though. Last night he was my little spoon and I started kissing his neck and getting hard, we were both wearing just underwear and I went on top of him, with his ass up. He immediately said “please, don’t fuck me in this position.” In a very respectful way as always, but begging me not to fuck him without eye contact. I hate his ex-bf for having traumatized my boy, but there is nothing I can do now to change the past. What matters is that he’s happy with me and, whenever I wanna fuck him in missionary or cowgirl position, his hole is ready for me.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how different faggots react differently to different positions. Among my three boys, I deal with very distinct personalities… Fag A is a total slut (which is a huge compliment), Fag B is romantic but knows how to behave like a bitch when I want, and Fag C is my precious little fag who is always begging to be loved and protected. And these different personalities require different positions and approaches when I fuck them. I’ve been in touch with other Alphas online and most of them don’t care about how the fag reacts to their cocks, they just fuck and throw them out. I can’t blame my brothers, when my balls are full I also want to unload them as soon as possible. But taking care of my fags and fucking them in the positions they like is so much better. My brothers have no idea what they’re missing… when a fag feels respected, he behaves MUCH BETTER, becomes a truly good boy. That’s the case with my three boys now.
What I’ve been doing is: I fuck Fag A doggy style and I get quite rough, grabbing his hair or his neck with one hand, while spanking him with the other. I love to spank a fag’s ass and he can take it as rough as I want. Of course, he would take my cock in any position but he loves doggy and for me it’s the perfect way to fulfil what Fag C cannot do for me. Then I usually fuck Fag B putting him on his stomach on the bed, ass up, then I put my whole weight on him, keep his legs open, and hug him from behind, crossing my arms around his chest. He feels safe, but at the same time completely helpless because he can’t move at all unless I allow him to. And he loves it. I like to bang his hole feeling my balls touching his ass, while I kiss his neck. I found out that Fag B likes when I bite his neck, like a vampire lol not too strong to hurt him of course, but now when I fuck him I leave at least two big hickeys on his neck. He told me that the feeling of my cock stretching his pussy while my teeth mark his neck is the best thing ever, so I don’t mind making my boy happy. And then, my sweet boy Fag C, as you know, is the most fragile one. So I am way less rough with him, but always firm because I don’t him to think that we’re equals. He loves sucking my cock, so I usually give it to him for a long head, but when I’m getting close I tell him to stop and enter his pussy. Because he gets scared with my cock without eye contact (which is completely understandable), I usually start with him riding my cock, so he can feel in charge and safer. Then I move to missionary and fuck him nice and deep, shooting my load as deep as I can. And I kiss his lips during the whole process, repeating things like “you’re my good boy” and “you’re doing so great” and “you make me so proud”
So that’s it Sam, life is going really well here. Some of the Alpha I made friends with tell me to fuck Fag C in whatever positions I want, otherwise I will spoil him. They think he will eventually start answering back and refuse to serve me if I accept his terms. But I do not agree with them. My boy has been great; he’s by far the best cocksucker among the three faggots and if he is not ready yet to be fucked in the positions that traumatized him, my role as an Alpha is to be respectful. He knows his place and never disrespects me, so I don’t see any reason to fuck him in a position he doesn’t enjoy.
Take care, Sam
How can anyone not just fall in love with an Alpha like Master Jerome?
I do understand what these Alphas are trying to emphasize with Master Jerome in regard to forcing them to obey or risk spoiling them. However, Master Jerome quickly recognized that such an approach is more fetish-based than based in reality. He wants to own these faggots long-term, so he knows the importance of building and maintaining the trust of his faggots. That trust morphs into genuine (not forced) respect, something Master Jerome absolutely wants.
I dearly love the importance Master Jerome places on breeding. He recognizes the physiological and psychological power his superior cum has when he pumps it into their pussies. Every straight or gay Alpha that refuses to breed faggots is missing this vital component of true power.
As Master Jerome deepens his ownership of his three loyal faggots, it should be interesting to see how he navigates girlfriends and romantic relationships going forward. Knowing him, I imagine it will be relatively easy. I’m sure females respond to his natural influence and charisma the same as his fags do.
On a side note: what is going on in France?? I know so many Alphas and faggots in France! I realize the word “hierarchy” is of French origin, but the country remains the true epicenter of the Hierarchical movement.
And Master Jerome is the God Alpha leading us all toward a brighter and better future! Thank you, Master Jerome!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
As the Hierarchical movement continues to be more widely accepted around the world, we are seeing some of the most jaw-dropping moments come from young straight Alphas. Right now this site is tracking multiple stories of straight Alphas taking ownership of faggots, and more are added constantly.
What really impresses me about some of these stories is the depth of maturity and understanding these young straight Alphas exhibit when dealing with the training and care of their faggots. They are absolutely shaming older Alpha owners of faggots. This is how I know that these young Alphas are receiving good information about how to properly own fags.
One of the leading lights among these young straight Owners is Master Jerome of France. One day he saw the three fag friends of his sister and decided he wanted to own all three, so he systematically went about claiming each one.
But it was the third faggot, dubbed “Fag C” by Master Jerome, that proved to be the true test of Master Jerome’s mettle as an Alpha. It turned out that Fag C had been raped by a former Master and contracted HIV. Fag C was dealing not only with a scary medical diagnosis, but also with crippling anxiety and PTSD because of the assault.
But a situation that would’ve caused other Alphas to run only gave Master Jerome an opportunity to show the depth of love and care that sets him head-and-shoulders above his Alpha brethren. Over the course of weeks Master Jerome has been carefully grooming Fag C to finally accept his cock and his seed inside its pussy. Again, most Alphas would’ve left out of frustration … but not Master Jerome!
And listen to the fruits of his patient care in his latest update:
Hey Sam,
This Jerome from France. I have good news about my boys and I guess you’d like to know.
Fag A and B are better than ever. They both became extraordinary cocksuckers under my guidance and training. They can drain my balls with their fag mouths better than anyone I’ve fucked in the past. Their holes are also very well trained now. I do wanna try a double penetration with another Alpha with both of them, but let’s see how it goes. I think they’re still too tight for that, but it’s a matter of time.
But I know you wanna know about my sweet Fag C. He’s been seeing his therapist and making good progress. I also found a group of hiv+ men who meet regularly to share their experiences like group therapy. I encouraged him to go and he made friends with two other fags in his situation. Something great happened a few days ago. He arrived home from this group and texted me. I went to his place expecting him to suck my cock as always. He received me on his knees and begging for my dick in his mouth, but after a few minutes sucking it he said “can I please ride it today?” Finally after all this time my boy was ready and willing to give me his tight hole. I sat down on the couch, he had prepared his pussy for me, so I lubed my cock and he went all the way down. He was tense at first, but my boy is indetectable so there is no problem in fucking him bareback. He rode like a pro, giving me his pussy for me to fucknit deep. After a while, I held him and said “now your pussy is mine”, so I held him to make him stop and fucked his ass nice and deep. The boy was enjoying and asking for more and I could feel the tip of my cock going really deep in his ass.
I wanted to make sure he was okay with cum inside of him, so when I was getting close I said “I’ll breed you baby, ok?” Good thing he said “yes please” because his ass was too good and I came a lot. I don’t usually fuck my fags in cowgirl position but Fag C does know how to ride a hard cock. I kissed him, put him on my chest and while I was taking care of my boy he said that his new friends from the hiv group told him that he should give me his ass asap. His new fag friends said that a man like me would not wait for too long and would eventually replace him with another fag. I think that was all the encouragement my boy needed to overcome his mental barriers and ride my cock like a slut.
I now have 3 perfect fags taking cock and cum multiple times a week. I take care of them really well and in return I have mouth and pussy everyday. I love my life, Sam.
Magnifique!
In my previous update about Master Jerome I praised him for his empathetic and insightful suggestion to Fag C about HIV counseling. That was otherworldly wise on his part, and this update clearly reveals just how important it was! I’ll say it again: how many older Alphas would’ve done the same thing? NOT MANY!
The final part of Master Jerome’s update involves his penetrating and breeding of Fag C. It really reveals just how important breeding is to the most powerful of Alphas. In this space it’s easy to make sexy blurbs about breeding, but in the real world Alphas like Master Jerome MUST breed their faggots. They’re driven by primal instinct and their need of ownership.
I absolutely love how tightly Master Jerome held Fag C while deeply fucking it, constantly reassuring the fag and doing safety checks on it as he plunged deep past the fag’s second ring. Again, Master Jerome (at 19 years old!) is doing things older Alphas would not do!
And because of his patience, love, and integrity Master Jerome now owns three beautiful faggots who cherish and worship their teen God Alpha Master!
As a gay male who’s old enough to remember some of the darkness of the AIDS crisis in the ‘80s and the few heroes who fought it, I’m ashamed I’ve never heard the following story. Ruth Coker Burks should be heralded for her unselfish compassion and love in the face of horrible odds and even worse hatred and homophobia.
Ruth Coker Burks was just in her twenties when she found herself sitting at the bedside of a dying man with AIDS in a Little Rock hospital in the early 1980s, holding his hand because his family wouldn’t come. At a time when fear and ignorance about AIDS were rampant, when people thought you could catch it from a touch, she became the person who stayed. She wasn’t a nurse, or a doctor, or an activist with a microphone—she was just there, over and over again, when young men, often gay men estranged from their families, needed someone to look them in the eye as they died.
She used her family’s cemetery in Hot Springs, Arkansas, to bury over forty men with AIDS when funeral homes refused to handle the bodies and families wouldn’t claim them. She would often wrap the bodies herself, dig the graves with a friend or on her own, and offer a prayer. She marked their graves with simple bricks or PVC pipe crosses, making sure they had a place to rest that was tended, a place where someone remembered their names.
It wasn’t glamorous. She fought with funeral homes, doctors, and local politicians. She used her savings to buy medicine and groceries for men who had no one left to call, sitting with them while they took their last breaths. She navigated the fear that even medical staff felt around these men, sometimes having to bring them food herself in the hospital. She became family to men whose own parents would call her and demand she “let them die” alone. Instead, she stayed, holding their hands, reminding them they were not alone, that they were loved, even if it was by a stranger.
In a time when gay men were dying alone and being buried in garbage bags or cremated without ceremony, Ruth Coker Burks made sure they had a grave and a name. She became a mother figure, a sister, and a final comfort for so many men abandoned at the end, creating an island of dignity in a sea of fear and rejection. She offered what the world so often withheld from gay men during the AIDS crisis: care, respect, and the simple, holy act of being seen.
Ruth Coker Burks wrote a book titled “All The Young Men” about her experiences with these dying victims. It will be on my reading list.
Thanks to The AIDS Quilt page on Facebook for publishing this!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’m becoming more and more inspired by this newest generation of straight Alphas rising from among us. Perhaps it’s just the avalanche of them appearing here on this site and I’ve just been the most fortunate faggot in the world, but from my vantage point, young straight Alphas in every part of the world are discovering the larger possibilities of their dominance.
And much of that has to do with their accepting faggot ownership as part of their right as Alphas.
But the one aspect that has really floored me is how deep these young straight Alphas are, how much they care about and appreciate their faggots. They just really understand how to be good OWNERS of faggots. It just seems natural to them, and that is really exciting to me.
Leading the way for other straight Alphas is my beloved Master Jerome.
Even though Master Jerome could have any woman he wants, he decided that he wanted to own the three little fag friends of his sister. And one by one, Master Jerome conquered and took ownership of them. But the third one, “Fag C,” proved to be a much more intense challenge for the young Master. You see, Fag C had been raped by a Man who had HIV, and he caused poor Fag C to become HIV+ as well.
Back in the tragic 1980’s, people would’ve run in terror at such a revelation, and even today there are misconceptions and stupidity regarding the illness. Fortunately, the medications now available make HIV a completely manageable chronic condition.
Master Jerome’s compassionate reaction to the news of his new faggot’s condition will forever remain one of this site’s greatest moments. It touched me so deeply that I can cry on the spot when I think about it. I will always love this incomparable King.
Master Jerome has an update that furthers the story of his ownership of Fag C, and it shows even more of this wonderful Master’s gigantic heart.
Hey Sam, this is Master Jerome from France. I hope you’re doing well.
I thought I’d spend my summer playing soccer and only concerned about alternating between the holes of my 3 fags, but I ended up learning what it really means to be an Alpha. Shortly after we talked for the last time, I decided to fuck Fag C’s ass. I knew that doggy style was a trigger for him, so of course I wouldn’t force him into this position. We were cuddling in bed, I was the big spoon, and I got hard rubbing in his ass. We were both wearing underwear, so I put my hard dick out but didn’t take his off. As soon as he felt my dick touching on him, the fag freaked out and started begging for me not to force my cock in his hole. It was really unexpected and I noticed that his trauma was more serious than I thought. The mere idea of getting fucked without eye contact at all times made the boy go crazy. Not sure if I told you, but his ex would bring dozens of men to fuck him in doggy style, sometimes blindfolded, and that was how he got HIV. The guy would get off with his fag becoming a cumdump for other men. I really don’t get it. I hate the idea of other men touching my fags, let along breeding them.
Anyway, that night I calmed him down, told him that everything was okay and that I would never hurt him. After a few moments, he was back to normal, and I told him to relax and suck my cock. I didn’t force it in his throat, I let the fag suck on his own pace and he did a great job as always. He swallowed my load as the good boy he is, came back to my chest, and apologized for not having taken it in his hole. I told him that everything was fine and that he could trust me.
On the next morning, the first thing I did was looking for therapy to my boy. After a few hours, I found a therapist specialized in sexuality and traumatic experiences. I reached out to her, she’s a very sweet old lady. I gave her general information without exposing my boy too much. She said that it was really sweet that I wanted to help my boy, but he needed to reach out to her himself. Fag C agreed to see her and I told him that I’ll pay for the sessions. So far, he has been to 2 sessions with the therapist and seems to be enjoying. I told him that I will wait for him to feel safe and I won’t fuck him in doggy style. But I also made clear that I will fuck him in missionary and will make him ride my cock. I’m sure that it’s just a matter of time. I also found an online a group of men living with HIV and send it to Fag C. He will start going to weekly meeting with these guys to make new friends. It’ll be important to him to connect with other fags with HIV.
These are my main updates. Fag A is in Spain for the summer but we keep in touch every other day. Fag B has been great as always. Whenever I’m tired or worried about Fag C’s situation, I send a quick text to Fag B and in 20 minutes he’s in my room on his knees. In fact, I just dumped two loads in his ass. He’s sleeping in my bed right now. I will take good care of Fag C, but I still have my needs and can’t just wait for him.
That’s it’s for now, Sam. It’s been an exciting summer, but also an enlightening moment to learn the responsibilities of a real Alpha. Fag C needs the firm hands of a master to move on and I decided to be the one. Wish me luck.
How can I even express myself in the face of such open-hearted generosity, kindness, and yes, love? You can feel Master Jerome ascending, becoming greater than himself, more powerful while even more benevolent. How could any faggot not fall to their knees and weep while kissing the feet of this astounding young God Alpha?
Do you understand the maturity it takes for a young straight Alpha to take the lead as Master Jerome has here? Can you comprehend it? The complexity of both the medical and psychological damage to Fag C is staggering, yet Master Jerome hoists it upon his shoulders like it’s a sack of feathers. He has carefully and gently carried Fag C through a terrifying wasteland, and he’s giving purpose to his sweet-but-broken little pet.
It’s important to note that Master Jerome isn’t neglecting his own needs. He recognizes that his needs as an Alpha must be tended to regularly, and he’s fortunate to own two other faggots he can turn to in order to empty his balls and receive worship. I’m glad he clearly appreciates that, because he must have these things in order to retain the power necessary for his larger goals and challenges.
I think it’s also good that Master Jerome has laid out future expectations with Fag C. For instance, he’s already explained to Fag C that he will be fucking and breeding it missionary style at some point. Of course, Master is waiting until the faggot can handle it, but he’s made it very clear that will happen (not might happen) in the near future. Why is it good? Because (1) the faggot likely feels self-conscious about being HIV+ and incapable of being intimate again (which is nonsense), and (2) Master Jerome feels the need/desire to officially claim the faggot by breeding it.
Some might consider such honesty offensive or pushy, but I find it exhilarating. You must understand that Master Jerome is one of our world’s greatest young Alphas, and he deserves everything he wants. He will have everything he wants. He doesn’t need to pussyfoot around about it or be shy. He was born to take anything he chooses, so such honesty prepares inferiors for his future actions. It’s as simple as that.
I can only imagine being Fag C, lying in bed with this astounding young God Alpha and being allowed to suck his mighty cock and swallow one of his precious loads as a means to comfort myself when I’m sad or hurt! What a gift! What a privilege! All Alphas need to understand this power they have, how their bodies and minds and hearts can destroy or heal (or sometimes destroy THEN heal!) but always control weak inferior ones. It’s a power that should NEVER be underestimated or unappreciated by them!
Master Jerome fully understands his power more completely than he did even a few months ago. He’s become something much greater. A superhero. A King. A God Alpha.
Master Jerome asked me to wish him luck. He doesn’t need luck, because the energies of the universe flow through him. Instead, I give him my hope … and my heart.
I’m a nurse and I wanna comment on Master Jerome’s story. The vast majority of hiv cases happens because of gay men who bottom, get the virus, and then top somebody else. This is a fact. I am not saying that vers gays or bisexual bottoms are the problem, of course not. But I feel that if we all stick to our hierarchical truth things would be much easier… that is, fags serving and Alphas fucking. This way bottoms would less likely get the virus and if they did they wouldn’t transmit.
I hope my point of view doesn’t sound offensive but I agree with you that hierarchy is truth and we should stick to it. I’m 34 and have never penetrated anyone because I know that my role is to serve dick, not touch mine.
Thank you for writing, brother!
I was hoping that someone from the medical field would chime in here to either support what I wrote or correct me if I got anything wrong! I’m not schooled in medicine as you are, but I’m a good researcher and relentlessly interested in these issues.
And you make a great point that I failed to make, brother. You’re right – if people stopped lying to themselves or pretending to be something they aren’t, issues like HIV would be much different. That’s one of the reasons why this site exists! Thank you for adding that, brother!
As for Fag C, I certainly hope for the best for him. Of course, he’s now under the protective care of God Alpha Master Jerome, and there’s no better place than that!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Nightingale (n) – 1. a small bird known for its melodious chirp that was in ancient times considered to be a symbol of mercy and good fortune. 2. The surname of Florence Nightingale, a caretaker known as the inventor of modern nursing.
Do you know what separates truly great Alphas from the rest? Their HEARTS. God Alphas aren’t just extremely powerful Alphas who are revered by other Alphas. No, they’re also Alphas so respectable and lead with such heart and integrity that they alter the world around them.
Straight Master Jerome is just 19 years old, but he is leading in ways that lesser Alphas cannot comprehend! Keep reading to find out why!
You see, Master Jerome has been on a mission to claim the three faggot friends of his sister this summer. They are his first faggots! So far he has claimed Fags A and B perfectly, and now he had his sights set on claiming the last prize: Fag C!
But then a most unexpected thing happened. Here’s Master Jerome:
This is Master Jerome again. I wanna update you about my attempt to conquer Fag C.
As I did with Fag A and B, I approached him subtly. I texted him asking for advise on how to start practicing yoga. Besides being a dancer, he’s also a yoga instructor, so he was very open from the beginning, and I noticed that I could use this topic to approach him. After a few days, I told him that I’d love to see him practicing yoga and he sent some videos of him in very sexy positions. That was the moment to conquer my sweet Fag.
I told him that I wanted to have some individual sections with him. I started genuinely trying to learn yoga, but it didn’t take long for him to notice how hard I was. I was more than ready to put him on his knees and feed him a load. But when I touched him and we started kissing I felt he wasn’t very comfortable, then I stopped, and we just kissed. Later that day, I texted him asking how he was feeling. I didn’t want to scare the Fag. He said he was fine, but opened his heart about what was going on.
He told me that his first boyfriend, when he was 18 y.o., loved to breed him, but one day invited other guys to breed him to. He was not very comfortable with that, but he obeyed his bf’s wish because he didn’t want to disappoint him. Apparently, this guy enjoyed to see armys of Alphas breeding the sweet fag and the boy couldn’t stop him from inviting more and more men. After serving as a cumdump for dozens of men, his former Alpha one day told him that one of the other guys had hiv and it was too late for him to do anything because the breeding had happened a month before.
The boy was devastated and, to make things worse, his horrible bf broke up with him because he didn’t want a fag with hiv. Fag C was 18, couldn’t talk about it with his homophobic family, and had no information about hiv at all. His world fell apart. Thanks to his passion for ballet and yoga, he could manage to find purpose in life. But since he found out about his hiv status, he hasn’t let any man touch him.
I felt so bad that I immediately went to his house and asked if we could talk in person. He cried a lot telling me the whole story again in person. I followed my instincts and hugged him. The only think I said was “nobody will hurt you again” and “please, let me take care of you.” We spent the night together, I promised him to support him to overcome this trauma, and he explained to me all the medicine he takes to control the virus. After some hours, I kissed him again and he asked if I wasn’t disgusted by him. And I said that I would never be disgusted by such a perfect boy like him.
After all this time without a man, the fag was desperately in need of some good dick and cum. Once he felt comfortable in my arms, I didn’t need to do anything else. He asked me with a sexy timid smile if he could suck my dick. I told him that he didn’t need to do it if he wasn’t comfortable, but he said something that showed to me that I was born to take care lonely fags like him: “you’re the only man that made me want to suck a dick in such a long time, I wanna serve you”
I put my dick out and I could feel how hungry he was. He licked my balls, kissed my crotch and my legs, and gave me such an amazing head. I don’t know if it sounds crazy, but although his blowjob skills were as good as Fag A and B, I could feel that it was different for him. It was a moment of liberation, serving a man without any fear or pressure. I knew how traumatized he was of being a cumdump for multiple men, so I was ready to cum on the floor. But when I told him I was getting close, he held my cock, and put his tongue out, taking my thick load, which he swallowed without any complaints. He looked up, with a beautiful smile, still licking some cum from his lips, and just said “thank you for this”
I was born to conquer fags. But most importantly I was born to rescue and protect fags. Fag C was devastated and crying when I arrived in his house. After I used him, he had a mouth full of cum and a beautiful smile in his face. That’s the true purpose of an Alpha. I hate his ex-bf and I hate the was he was used before, but now I will make sure that he will have what any Fag deserves: protection, safety, and purpose.
I have not bred him yet. I will need to be very careful to fuck and breed him without triggering anything bad. He confessed to me that doggy style is very traumatic for him because that’s the position his Alpha would put him for dozens of men to fuck, often without even seeing their faces. I told him that we won’t rush and, when he feels ready, he will ride my dick to feel completely comfortable. My plan is to start fucking him like that, and breed him in missionary position, while kissing his face to see if he’s okay.
From now on, my moral duty will be taking care of him and my other boys. I won’t let any men traumatize my fags again.
When I read this I started crying. I was so horrified that an Alpha would do that to a faggot who trusted him, but also by Master Jerome’s incredible response! This is the response of a God Alpha who is in complete control of all things and totally confident in himself! The depth of his compassion and comprehension floored me!
And before anybody starts any nonsense, let me clear the air: what Master Jerome is doing is perfectly safe. We know from 45 years of HIV research that it is nearly impossible for HIV to be transmitted to the insertive partner during sex. That’s why straight Men who do not do intravenous drugs/blood transfusions do not get HIV regardless of how many HIV+ females they fuck unprotected. It takes an enormous amount of viral particles entering the bloodstream to seroconvert someone, and there’s simply no way for that to happen to a Man fucking someone or kissing them (saliva largely destroys HIV). And I’m sure Fag C is on a common HIV drug like Biktarvy and likely is nondetectable anyway.
In other words, Master Jerome is in NO DANGER AT ALL.
I’m so glad that Master Jerome had the compassion and composure in the moment to give Fag C his dick and cum! From Master Jerome’s description, it sounds like the faggot was STARVING for it like a baby bird! This gives Fag C the opportunity to feel NORMAL again after its world was turned upside-down by its cruel previous owner, as well as a chance to emotionally heal!
Again, I’m floored that Master Jerome understood this and granted the faggot that fulfillment!
I also love how Master Jerome is planning to fuck and breed Fag C in a special way that will claim the faggot appropriately while also considering the fag’s needs. Clearly, the faggot is suffering from post-traumatic stress, and Master Jerome is treating it kindly and thoughtfully! So incredibly beautiful!
But most of all, I love that Master Jerome views all three of these faggots as HIS PROPERTY TO PROTECT AND CARE FOR! They are his pets, his special possessions. They belong to HIM now. Beneath his great wings these faggots will be safe and cherished and trained and fulfilled through use!
Not only is Master Jerome ascending to God Alpha status, but he’s also revealing himself to be the epitome of a Protector Alpha as well. Oh how I wish other Alphas had even a sliver of the power and compassion of Master Jerome, a Man in the very greatest sense of that most awe-inspiring word!
I thank and praise you, Master Jerome, for everything you are and everything you will become! All faggots belong to you, and all Alphas should learn from you! Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your journey to God Alphahood, Master!
Yours,
sam the faggot
P.S. The title of this post is “Nightingale” for another reason. When I was rescuing Baby Boy from Syria and things look bleak, one day I received a text from Baby Boy with a link to a video by Demi Lovato called “Nightingale”. I immediately opened it in my car. The song is about someone broken begging for help and comfort from someone strong to save them.
It was Baby Boy’s cry for help from me. And believe me, I immediately began crying, too!
As any longtime readers know, I successfully rescued Baby Boy and he’s safe. That song “Nightingale” carried me the whole way, and continues to touch me.
And I leave it here for those like Fag C who feel lost and broken, and begging for a great God Alpha like Master Jerome to rescue them!
