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!
This site has been blessed to know and feature two overwhelming Asian God Alpha super-predators, Master Alex and Master Jase. They’re both very similar, and both seeming anomalies among their Asian brethren. They’re hugely muscular, well-hung (at least nine inches), and ferocious hunters and breeders of faggots.
After my first update about Master Alex, we talked and I asked for more detail about his life as a successful, muscular God Alpha who owns a vast stable of faggots. He replied this way:
I take great joy in making fags out of men who think they rule the world, only to realise that there is an alpha male who rules and controls over them. And I find them at all places I frequent. The high-end gym I frequent is free of charge, courtesy both of my PT fag and his boss, when they’re not keeping my body pumped and worshipping my muscles, scent and sweat on their floor, their bent over, cunt spread, aching for my cock to fuck them into that addictive daze they crave. Restaurants and bars where once a confident client is hidden under the table cloths choking on my cock while I enjoy a three course meal or a drink. Meeting with other agents at parties or functions and exchanging greetings with their wives, while they stare hungrily at my face and body, waiting for when I call on them and pound my thick ten inches deep up their pussies harder and better than they can ever pleasure their own women. Single fags, married fags, I have the lot; nothing changes the fact that I own them. That their pleasure they receive should only be from how much they can satisfy and please me. Their gratitude to be in service, their sore throbbing cunt lips a physical badge of honour that they’re mine. Their need to worship me only when I call them my obedient sluts.
You ask about my house fag when I arrive home in a mood. What he does is obey. To meet my needs. If I come home normally, he kneels and fishes out my cock and lets the heavy weight lie on his face while his hands work on my feet, massaging them. He doesn’t suck until I command him to. When I am done with the initial worship and skull fuck, he is to thank me before hanging my clothes or putting them in the laundry. If it is my workout or training clothes, I expect him to sniff and gag himself on my scented musky clothing. If I come home needing to breed, I pin him down, where he obediently opens his mouth for me to relentlessly drill his throat, deep and brutal, before flipping him like a toy and mercilessly whipping my ten inches in his oversized muscle pussy. Telling him how much he loves being my cock slut, desperate for my attention. How he whimpers in gratitude against my savage rhythm until I breed him and leave him slumped and gaped and cum drooling out his pussy against whatever surface I lasted railed him against. One would not expect him to be my house fag, with how gigantic and built he is with the stance and demeanor of a military trained veteran. Yet here he is, submissive and shaking and trembling in need under my Asian strength, craving my dark alpha cock to take his mind and body into orbit.
I have been in a rutting period here, faggot. You would only wish you were one of mine, with how ravenous and inexhaustible my need to fuck and breed has been in the past month or so. And it has not ended. It is not uncommon for my house to have two or more sluts on a daily basis, all of which end the night broken, dazed, red fleshed, limp piles of muscle with loads of my cum dripping out their mouth and cunts. And I am still cleaning my hard cock off on my house faggots swollen lips. Even right now, my cock head is being nursed on by a fag called up to keep my cock busy as I work.
This is like a “Day In The Life Of A God Alpha” diary entry. However, there’s clearly nothing ordinary about Master Alex’s life, especially right now as it’s mating season and he is breeding so furiously and so deeply that he seems intent on bending Nature itself into impregnating his fags, I’ve been “attacked” like this by aggressive God Alpha Masters before, and it can be quite overwhelming. But Master Alex feels like another animal entirely.
If there is a common thread in the lives of God Alphas like Master Alex, it’s this: they’re all wildly successful and accomplished professionally. This should not be surprising, since all good things flow upwards to Alphas. They get all of the high-paying jobs, all the respect, all of the attention, all of the money, and all of the pussy they can ever want.
I’m so happy that Master Alex embraced his God Alphahood early so that he may enjoy a long life of daily success and worship and Kingship!
Thank you, Master Alex, for continuing to share your jaw-dropping life!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s pretty clear that Master Steve, despite being just 31 years old, is quite advanced when it comes to faggot ownership. He seems like a proud owner of his faggot Mike, and that pride allows him to do things with faggots that most other Masters fail to do.
Like using faggots to mentor younger Alphas.
Mike recently received the following texts from his Master:
You can only imagine how terrified Mike was with this news. I mean, I’m sure Mike was also excited by the prospect of serving a young Alpha relative of his Master … but he clearly had to perform up to Master Steve’s unyielding standards! The pressure was on!
So I waited a little while before reaching back out to Mike for an update. But boy, it was a doozie!
What a weekend with Steve’s cousin, Alex. I left work a bit early on Friday since Alex’s plane was landing at 5:45. I circled the airport a few times waiting to see him come out. He texted me that he’d just grabbed his luggage and was heading out. When I saw him, he looked like a young god—6’2”, about 200 lbs, dark hair, and a mustache. Standing next to him was another guy, just as hot. I pulled up and waved, and Alex immediately started walking to the car, casually leaving their luggage on the sidewalk. I got out, said hello, and loaded everything in the trunk. We made small talk, and Alex introduced me to his friend AJ—who I later found out was only 19. About five miles down the road, nervous and unsure, I asked Alex if he needed to use the restroom or wanted me to get him or AJ something to drink. He said, “Yeah, pull over at the next exit,” so I did. I pulled into a gas station and sat there unsure of what to do. Finally, Alex looked at me and said, “You wanna drink my piss here or in the bathroom?” I said, “Wherever you want, Sir.” He replied, “Here. I don’t feel like walking.” I wasn’t sure what AJ was thinking, but after I was done with Alex, he told me to go drink AJ’s in the back seat. I did exactly as I was told, straining so much in my cage the entire time.
When we got back to Steve’s, they walked straight inside, leaving me to unload their luggage. Once I got it all in, Steve told me to unpack their clothes and get everything hung up or put away. When I finished, I went into the living room and Steve motioned for me to kneel. He stood up and pissed down my throat. By then, I was so full of piss and so hard in my cage I could barely think. Steve told me to get everyone a drink and start my weekend chores, reminding me I wouldn’t have much time on Saturday or Sunday to do them. I spent the rest of Friday night exhausted—cleaning, doing Steve’s laundry, being their urinal, and serving drinks while they played video games. At one point, Steve called me over while he was still gaming and made me suck him as he talked. He said, “Just to set expectations: Alex—and only Alex—for the next 10 days, has the same rights I do. You’ll do whatever he says, just like you do for me. Understand?” I stopped sucking just long enough to say, “Yes Sir.” He said, “Good. Now go finish the kitchen.”
They got tired around 11:30 and went to bed, leaving me to finish up. Steve came out to give me a kiss and reminded me that it was Alex’s birthday Saturday, so I needed to have his cake ready that night. I finally got to bed around 1am. Steve rolled over, fucked me, blew his load all over my cage, and said, “Get some sleep. Breakfast needs to be on the table by 7.” My cage was driving me crazy—I hadn’t cum in three weeks, and I was straining and frustrated. I knew it was selfish to focus on my own needs, but it was getting harder to ignore. Eventually, I passed out, only to be woken by my watch alarm at 5:45am.
I started cooking and had the table set by 6:50. I went to wake Steve, and while I was drinking his morning piss, I heard AJ come to the door. Steve told him we’d be ready in a minute. We walked to the kitchen and found Alex and AJ already at the table. Steve and I both wished Alex a happy birthday—he looked adorable with his messy bedhead. I poured everyone coffee and sat down, but Alex looked straight at me and said, “I need to piss. Get under the table and fully service me while I eat.” I looked at Steve—he didn’t even glance at me. I knew I had to follow Alex’s orders. I got under the table and drank Alex’s piss, sucking him the entire time he ate. At one point Alex said, “I can’t believe this is actually happening.” Steve replied, “Told you—when you have a faggot that’s yours, you can mold them into anything you need.” While I sucked Alex, Steve talked to him and AJ about the things he’d trained me to do and some ideas he had in mind. Alex stopped me several times—he didn’t want to cum yet. “I’ve got a better place for this load,” he said. When breakfast was over, Steve told me to eat light and get the kitchen cleaned up. He said he wanted to fuck.
After I finished cleaning, I went into the living room where they were playing video games and sat beside Steve. He asked if everything was cleaned. I told him it was. He said, “Good. Why don’t you take your clothes off and go suck AJ for a bit? I want to watch.” AJ smirked, pulled his cock out of his gym shorts, and I started sucking. I must have touched my cage a few times without realizing it—just a natural reaction from the pressure and frustration—and Steve snapped, “What did I tell you about touching your cage?” I apologized and focused back on AJ. Moments later, I felt someone come behind me—it was Alex. He spit on my ass a few times, and I knew what was coming. As he started sliding into me, I lifted my head from AJ and moaned. Steve laughed. It was my first time ever being spit-roasted in front of Steve, and it was overwhelming. Alex’s cock felt incredible, and sucking AJ while being used made me feel completely owned. Steve said, “Happy birthday, buddy. You’re going to be a mini-me.” I could hear the pride in his voice. AJ said he was about to cum, and Steve told me to stop. “All loads today go in his ass—not his mouth.” Alex pulled out and sat on the couch so AJ could fuck me. He didn’t last long before filling me up. Steve stood and said, “I want to cum now, but I want Alex to have the last load for his birthday.” Steve took his time, fucking me rough and deep while Alex and AJ watched. “When you fuck a fag, you don’t have to be gentle,” he said. I was on the edge of tears by the time he finished and blew inside me. Then Alex stepped up to take the final round. He wasn’t as rough, but he still made sure I was bred properly. I was left exhausted, dripping with all their loads. Alex said, “Don’t move. I want to try something.” He came back with the butt plugs Steve had recently bought. “I’m going to plug you, fag. You’ll stay plugged the rest of the day.” He asked Steve which one to use, and Steve said, “Go light—he’s never used them.” Even the smallest one was thick, around seven inches. When Alex slid it in, it took my breath away. Steve said, “Rest a second, then get us drinks. After that, make Alex’s cake, then you can take a short nap.” I was beyond exhausted, but I gathered the strength and did exactly what they asked.
That night, all three of Steve’s alpha friends came over, along with Alex and AJ. I was expected to be nude, plugged, and locked all night—serving drinks and snacks. About an hour in, Steve pulled me aside and gave me one of his signature “choices” to test me. “You’ve got two options,” he said. “Go get the piss gag and come back to ask—out loud, in front of everyone—if you can please be our urinal tonight and stay locked for two more weeks. Or, you can just drink mine and Alex’s piss the rest of the night and unlock Sunday afternoon. The choice is yours. Choose wisely.” I was so horny I could barely think. Unlocking Sunday was tempting, but I knew choosing that would be selfish. I didn’t want to let Steve or Alex down.
I walked to the bedroom, mind racing, and picked up the piss gag. When I returned to the living room, I knelt and said, “Excuse me, Master Steve. Sorry to interrupt, but may I please wear the piss gag and be the party urinal tonight?” The room erupted in laughter. Alex said, “Damn—he really is a true fag.” Steve smiled and said, “Absolutely, fag. Just don’t waste a single drop—or there will be hell to pay.” I stayed kneeling as Steve strapped the gag in. One by one, all six of them used me. I thought I was going to drown. I was soaked, plugged, locked, and completely lost in submission. I’d never felt such a high—emotionally, mentally, physically. It was an overwhelming and transformational moment. And Steve just smiled. He knew exactly what he’d done to me.
That night, after everyone left, Steve, Alex, and AJ each took turns fucking me again. We all ended up crashing in the same bed. Before we fell asleep Steve kissed me and said how proud of me he was and thanks for making Alex Birthday Special. I knew then I had made the right choice.
Sunday was a bit more relaxed. I had breakfast ready by 7am, and by 10, we were back at the gym. After the workout, we went into the sauna. It was hot, wet, and foggy, and Alex looked at me and said, “Start sucking.” I got on my knees and took him in my mouth. Just then, a guy walked in. I paused, but Steve popped my ass and said, “Don’t stop.” The guy just sat across from us and started jerking off while I kept sucking. After Alex came, I sucked Steve, then AJ. The guy finished on the floor, cleaned himself up, and walked out without a word.
Locked for two more weeks now. That’ll make six total. And I’ve never felt more owned in my life.
These kinds of true stories always astound me. The things powerful straight Alphas do are so fearless and perception-altering that I can’t keep up with them – and I’m a faggot who knows this truth and expects it!
I love that Master Steve clearly mentored his straight cousin Alex on the use of faggots, and was using Alex’s birthday as a pretext to further train Alex’s understanding of Alpha power through faggot use. I understand that there are straight Men reading this who are thinking, “I don’t need to use a faggot sexually in order to feel powerful,” but until you’ve actually stood over a faggot and pissed down its throat or face fucked a faggot until you pumped every drop of cum into it … you don’t really understand that level of power.
I’m so proud of my brother Mike for being eager and willing to do whatever he could to serve his Master and his fellow Alphas. It’s such a privilege to be used this way! So many faggots balk at opportunities of this sort given the dehumanization and the pressure these situations place on a faggot. But if you’re not willing to give up yourself when called upon by an Alpha, then you don’t deserve to serve these Kings!
