The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The other day I published a pretty alarming story of fag Marcus being used abusively by his 14-year-old Master, Alpha Lion, and Master Lion’s 18-year-old Alpha cousin. Some of the details on that weekend were grim enough to be dangerous.

But more interesting than that was what we learned about Master Lion. Despite his young age, he seemed to effortlessly command people older than him without a second thought. He proved to be bold and decisive, and everyone around him obeyed without question. Did I mention that Master Lion is just FOURTEEN?? Oh yeah, I did. Well, 14-year-olds that have that degree of dominance have nothing in their way to becoming a God Alpha with unlimited power and wealth in their future.

I thought the account Marcos sent was quite enough, but there’s a second part to the story that’s even wilder than the first! Read it:

Hi, Sam.

Thanks for the valuable advice you gave me. I confess I was already doing exactly what you said (staying silent and waiting) even before reading your post, because the events of that first night—which I described in my last post—and what followed (which I’m sharing today; I wrote it all at once but it got too long, so I split it up) made me realize something different was going on with my Master.

Picking up where I left off: after the girls stated they were at Yuri’s (a pseudonym) disposal, he and the Master sat down. One of the girls put on some stripper music and they began to undress. From where I was standing, I could see the two Alphas looking relaxed; one girl danced on the table while the others waited, sitting on the floor nearby. When they finished undressing, they’d sit next to the men, who would casually drape their arms around them and grab their breasts. Only when they were all naked did the cousin ask how they would split the girls up. The Master replied, “Why split them up?” noting that they were all at the cousin’s disposal—he should just pick the two he wanted and rotate between them throughout the night. The cousin asked which one was the best, and the Master replied that he had chosen his best-behaved girls and they were all good enough, though each had a specific strength. He pointed them out: “This one gives the best blowjob, this one has a super-wet pussy, this one has a tight, gripping ass, and this one can handle really rough fucking.” The cousin then said he wanted the one with the best ass, since his girlfriend is religious and won’t do anal. The Master told him not to worry about that, as they had all been instructed to do *everything* he ordered, so he’d have four tight little asses to have fun with. The Master stripped off his clothes, took the his girls to his armchair, and had them suck him off while he watched his cousin. The cousin ordered them to undress him, and one of the girls made the mistake of dropping his belt buckle on the floor. He gave her a sharp slap on the head and told her to show more respect for his buckle (in the days that followed, I saw that he was really into the whole cowboy thing). He pulled the other girl onto his lap to kiss her and left the one who had messed up on the floor, having her take off his clothes and fold them. When she removed his underwear, what stood out most wasn’t his penis—which was the same size as the Master’s, just a bit thinner—but the massive amount of body hair. Because of the heat here in Rio, the Master would sometimes trim his hair a little, but the cousin clearly had never done anything of the sort; he was *incredibly* hairy. If his penis had been small, it might have gotten lost in there. Once he was completely naked, he sat down and ordered the two girls to lick him. They approached but then hesitated and pulled back; looking at the Master, he said:

“Didn’t you say they’d do whatever I wanted?”

The Master looked at the girls and said:

“They will.”

He looked at the girls and shouted, “Get to it, goddammit!”

It actually startled me, since the Master doesn’t usually shout. The girls did too; they quickly obeyed the order, though they didn’t look too happy about it (that’s when I remembered cousin saying he hadn’t had a decent shower in four days—and with that much body hair, he probably didn’t smell too pleasant, at least not to women).

The two men then put their arms behind their heads and started chatting about past hookups, parties, and personal memories, while the four girls sucked their huge cocks.

After a while, the Master ordered me to get some beers, and I rushed to do it as subserviently as possible to please him. When I handed over the beers, the cousin asked if I was just going to stand there watching them fuck. The Master then ordered me back to the corner to face the wall. I could only hear everyone moaning, unless I was called to fetch cigarettes (for the cousin) or beer, at which point I could catch a quick glimpse of what they were doing. I realized then that an alpha competition was playing out: whenever the Master stepped on a girl’s head, the cousin did the same; when one fucked their throats, the other did too; and even when the Master fucked one girl while having another lick his ass, the cousin followed suit.

At one point, when I brought several sandwiches for the two of them, I realized I hadn’t eaten since waking up—having had to prepare the Master’s coffee and the banquet before heading to the airport. I asked the Master if I could step away to eat something, but, fueled by that competitive adrenaline, he just looked at the cousin, told me to shut my mouth, and ordered me back to the corner. It wasn’t until the fourth or fifth time after that that he asked if my stomach was still empty; he smiled arrogantly at the cousin and said to me:

“Come fill it up, then, faggot.”

He made me kneel and pissed liters of beer into my mouth.

I went back to the corner, facing the wall, and could… feeling my stomach heavy and letting out small burps that smelled like piss, which I quickly swallowed so as not to making noise and disturbing the Master.

After about two hours, the Master called me over again and asked if my stomach had emptied. Afraid he might order me to drink the cousin’s piss, I said no; however, he told me that his bladder was full of piss again regardless. So, obediently, I bent down to drink a second cascade of urine. All the while he was pissing into my mouth, he kept looking at the cousin with a smug expression.

Afterward, he dismissed me, telling me to go eat and also feed his fiancée in her room. Then, I was to fold and put away the cousin’s things and go to sleep.

It wasn’t until morning that I was woken by a blow to the face; when I looked up, it was the cousin who had struck me with the sole of his foot. He asked if I thought it was right for him to sleep on the same level as a slave and hauled me onto the floor. The Master stood in the doorway watching as the cousin shoved me under his bed—alongside boxes, his shoes, and a blue suitcase full of dirty laundry—and ordered one of the girls to spread some blankets from the bed down to the floor.

And so, I slept for a while longer, “trapped” in a makeshift, stinking hovel.

It might seem like a miserable life and that the two of them are terrible people, but today—while I was waiting for them outside a party to act as their driver and take them to some lucky girl’s house—I was writing this message to you. The Master appeared and asked what I was doing. I showed it to him; at first, he was quite angry that I was writing about him without permission and started scolding me, saying he would punish me. But after reading how I write about him with such reverence, and seeing how respectful you were, he decided I could keep messaging you. He also explained to me that neither you nor I—since we aren’t “real men”—know anything about cars, and that I was never in serious danger because his car (a BMW X3) has an air passage between the cabin and the trunk, which he made sure to keep open. He would never allow anyone to cause me fatal harm (bearing in mind that he literally saved my life) or permanent injury, as I am one of his most prized possessions (I took that as a declaration of love).

He told me that he and his cousin have competed since childhood over who plays better, who climbs the highest tree, who crosses the river first, and so on. He said I might have to suffer a bit more than the usual faggot while he’s here, but that whenever I suffer in silence and keep obeying, it shows his cousin just what a powerful man the Master is. So, I have to get used to it and view it as a form of devotion to him.

I don’t know when I’ll be able to write to you again, as the coming days will be tough, but I’ll be back soon to talk more with my friend and mentor, faggot Sam.

Fag Marcus.

This is pretty incredible. Let me remind you that Marcus’s straight Master Lion is FOURTEEN and his straight cousin is EIGHTEEN, and yet already they understand hierarchy better than Men three times their age! Like I’ve said again and again, Alphas are BORN. This isn’t some learned course of life … they have NEEDS to dominate and be worshiped/served by inferiors!

Marcus does such a great job serving Master Lion. I’m so impressed by how well he handles every twisted and sadistic turn his young Master throws at him! I mean, he drank piss on command twice without being anywhere near prepared for it! He worked hard during a long night of being used! It’s not always easy to be an owned faggot!

I was overjoyed when Marcus told me about being discovered writing to me, and that Master Lion read and approved of my documenting this situation! I always like for the Masters of the faggots who write to me to know their faggots are doing it, because this can lead to greater education in hierarchical truth.

I loved the detail that Master Lion and his cousin have always competitively fought all of their lives. Marcus correctly identified it as Alpha dominance battles. Alphas always play “King of the hill” games because that dominance born within them drives them to conquer from an early age. Now, there might not be much of a difference between a 14-year-old and an 18-year-old, but there certainly is when they’re four and eight, right? Yet Master Lion was fighting for dominance even then … and winning!

Master Lion is clearly an unstoppable force, a God Alpha who probably deserves to own a mansion with ten faggots worshiping and serving as in-house slaves. He’s that type of Alpha, the legendary ones who inspire legions of faggots to instantly submit and countless women to beg for breeding. His is a blessed life, and we are fortunate to be getting a first glimpse of his glory rising over the land. His land.

Thank you, Marcus, for sharing your experiences of service to this once-in-a-generation King!

Love,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

While I generally agree that minors should not be engaging in sex with adults, the arbitrary age of 18 to be an adult in the United States (14 years old in Brazil) seems like such a silly line to draw, especially given the the serious consequences involved. Seriously: what is the real difference between a 17-year-old and an 18-year-old? Do you realize how many adults have gone to prison over that numerical difference??

I say that because I firmly believe true Alphas cannot be restricted by such idiotic laws. How can the ascension of a natural-born God Alpha be contained or inhibited by the stupid laws of inferiors? It’s impossible.

Master Lion is clearly a God Alpha in the making, but he’s only 14 years old. He’s doing absolutely everything he wants, fucking any females he wants, and he owns a personal faggot – our dear friend Marcus. So far, Master Lion has used Marcus in relatively typical ways. But things recently and dramatically escalated, as Marcus told me here:

Hello, Sam, how are you?

I was planning to talk in this email about how I started out with my young Master—since you mentioned that in your last post—but events from this week made me change my plans. For the first time, I need advice from my brother experienced fag.

I don’t know if you’re aware, but the winter break in Brazil happens mid-year, meaning schools and universities go weeks—sometimes up to a month—without classes. Usually, during this time, the Master travels to his home state (he was born in Paraná), so I have to book first-class tickets, rent a car in his hometown, buy concert tickets, pack his bags and belongings, and so on. In short, I ensure that, even while away, he doesn’t have to worry about tedious details. But this year, in the middle of a blowjob he was getting from his fiancée, the Master gathered her and me on the living room floor because he had matters to discuss. He announced that he wouldn’t be traveling this year because he was hosting a younger cousin who was coming to visit Rio de Janeiro. The cousin would be staying here for a week and had to be treated exceptionally well, as he was the cousin the Master liked best. He expected total obedience from both his fiancée and me; if  embarrassed him, the punishment would be severe. His fiancée would be relocated to a spot in the Master’s bedroom, as the cousin would be taking her bed in the small room we shared. All her belongings and mine—whether in the room or the wardrobe—had to be packed into boxes and stored under the beds or out on the balcony so the cousin could unpack his things without issue. I could continue sharing the room with him, but I had to remain silent and discreet; after all, while he was here, the room was his territory. The Master ordered me to take time off work as well, so I could be at the cousin’s beck and call 24 hours a day; the Master couldn’t put his own life on hold to look after him, so that task fell to me. I would have to fetch whatever he wanted and take him wherever he wished, ensuring he faced no issues during the trip and enjoyed the best vacation of his life.

To ensure the cousin felt comfortable around the house—Paraná is a colder state, and he wasn’t used to Rio’s heat—he might prefer to lounge around freely (in swim trunks or even naked). Consequently, all household chores became my responsibility, as the Master is *very* possessive of his fiancée (insisting that the only penis she should ever admire is his own). She was to remain confined to the Master’s bedroom the entire time, only allowed out when the men were away.

Until Sunday, I had assumed the cousin was a child or, at most, a teenager, since the Master had mentioned he was a minor. However, on Sunday, the Master returned from a party at 3 a.m. and announced that the fiancée and I had to be up by 7 a.m. to prepare a feast of the cousin’s favorite foods and sweets. He had also summoned four of his regular girls, who were due to arrive at that same time to get ready. He ordered that he be woken up at 9 a.m. with breakfast already prepared, as the plane was due to land at 10 o’clock and the Master wanted to go to the airport.

When I woke him up, the Master came into the living room, sat in his recliner, and ordered me to bend over. He placed the breakfast tray we had prepared on my back, and while he ate, he told the four kneeling girls they had to follow his rules and look their absolute hottest; any complaint from the cousin at the end of the day would be enough to get them banned. …once ready, were supposed to help the bride in the kitchen until they returned.

The master was still sleepy when we left, so he lay down across the back seat with his legs resting on the front passenger seat—which had been reclined—while I drove. I was supposed to go into the airport, wait (in case of a delay), and only return to the car to call him once the plane had landed. I waited for nearly an hour.

When the cousin appeared, the master called him “kid” simply because he was younger—he had just turned eighteen—but he was clearly a man and had been fulfilling his mandatory military service for a few weeks. he was wearing green military clothing but sported a cowboy-style belt buckle and hat. Amidst everyone, the master hugged him and said pointed at me “This is my servant.” Then he looked at me and said, “Take the bags to the car and wait there with the A/C running fag. My cousin and I are going to have some juice and catch up.” I went back to the car and waited for an hour until my phone pinged with a message from the master.I ran to the airport restaurant, where he told me his cousin was feeling hot and sent me to buy a pair of flip-flops for him.

I started walking away but then realized I didn’t know the size (I know the master measurements by heart, so I usually handle that automatically). I went back and said, “I’m sorry, master, but I don’t know the size,” to which the cousin replied 45 —casually adding—”Hurry up, faggot.” I ran off while the my master laughed. I bought the best pair in the shop and returned to hand them over, but the master ordered me to put them on him.
<span;>So, for the first time in my life, I had to serve someone in public, and I confess I felt …awkward about it.

But, under the Master’s stern gaze, I knelt down, removed cousin’s combat boots and wet socks, and put his slippers on him while they chatted casually. The smell was sour and quite unpleasant—so bad that I gagged on the stench, and even the Master, sitting at the head of the table, coughed. The cousin apologized, explaining that he hadn’t bathed properly for four days because they had been on a mission in the forest, and he had come straight from the barracks to the airport. The Master told him there was no need to apologize, as this was my job and I actually liked the smell of a man.

I went back to the car to wait another two hours or so until they decided to head home.

You often talk here about alpha competition, and I confess I had never witnessed it before—since the Master’s friends I know are clearly beneath him in status—but with his cousin, it seemed he felt the need to assert dominance. When they returned to the car, the Master opened the trunk and told me that, for his cousin’s comfort, I would be riding back home in there (something that had never happened before and which I also found unpleasant). To make room alongside the Master’s gear and my cousin’s suitcases, he ordered me into the airplane “brace position” (head between my knees, hands behind my head), placed those foul, sour-smelling combat boots right beneath my head, locked the trunk, and they drove off. The smell inside the trunk was horrible, as the shoes had been baking in the Rio sun; As the car moved, I felt the suitcases bumping gently against me and felt tears streaming from my eyes, which were burning intensely. I thought about screaming or at least kicking off the shoes, but I remembered the Master saying he demanded total obedience—and that he would even banish his girls—so I stifled my anger and stayed quiet; after all, it’s only about a forty-minute drive from the airport to the Master’s house. But time dragged on, and only after a long while did the car stop—yet the door didn’t open. I thought he had gone inside and forgotten me in the car, and I began to panic as the air grew stifling. Just as I started gasping for breath and was about to scream, the door opened. Once I caught my breath, I saw we were at the beach.

Both men were shirtless—the cousin was even obscenely displaying his a huge amount of pubic hair in public—and they were eating *açaí* (a type of Brazilian frozen treat).

The Master said arrogantly, “My cousin wanted to see the beach, so we made a detour. You don’t mind, do you?” They stepped a short distance away from the car because of the smell, and when they finished eating, the Master whispered something to his cousin, who walked over and asked if I wanted a treat too. I looked at the Master and realized I had to say yes, so I replied, “Yes, sir.”

The cousin pulled his two wet socks out of his combat boots and said, “Open up.” I gave him a pleading look, but saw the Master approaching, saying, “He told you to open up.” Then the cousin shoved the socks into my mouth and said, “There—a snack for the faggot.” The Master ordered me to chew and asked if it was good. I tried to answer between gags, but only grunts came out; they shut the door again, laughing. After a long time—hours, perhaps—the car started up again.

When we got home it was already getting dark, I noticed they were wet and smelling of beer. And I realized that while I was suffering in the trunk and the women were spending the afternoon cooking a feast, the two of them had simply spent the afternoon enjoying the beach—just as life intended: alpha males having a good time while being waited on by everyone.
<span;>The Master ordered me to step outside, bring the suitcases in, and let the girls know that they had arrived. The fiancée was to go to her room and stay there, while the other girls were to take their positions (I don’t know exactly what that meant, but it must have been part of the rules he’d laid out when he summoned them). When I walked in with the first bag, I saw the four of them dressed in racy outfits—an angel, a policewoman, a nurse, and a bunny girl—but all of them had their breasts exposed. As I came in with the second bag, the two men were standing in the living room right by the door, so I had to wait; I watched the Master say, “Welcome to the welcome party for the best vacation of your life.” Then, one by one, the girls approached, gave the cousin a quick peck on the lips, knelt down to plant a small kiss on his massive bulge, and said, “Welcome, Mr. Yuri [pseudonym]; I am entirely at your disposal.” As you can imagine, a lot has happened since yesterday. And after a wild party and a huge orgy that lasted until this morning, the Master ordered me to wake him up tonight so he could go to the gym. I’ll tell you about it in the next message.

PS: As I mentioned, some things happened that I didn’t like—being trapped in the car trunk like an object and having to serve in public (even if it was just something basic like taking off a man’s shoes)—but I’m afraid of being used in other ways in public, or that things might escalate into something worse during this “alpha competition.”

So, I’d like to hear from my more experienced Fag brother (I don’t know i …your age, but you’ve been serving for over seven years, so you’re much more experienced). Should I somehow complain to my owner about what I didn’t like? Should I wait until the cousin leaves to do so—so as not to embarrass him, since I don’t know when they’ll be apart again? Or should I swallow my pride and personal preferences, or please my master as he desires—trusting that I’ll eventually get used to it, just like with other things (like drinking the master’s piss—I hated it at first, but now I simply love it)?

I’m pretty stunned by the way Master Lion controls males older than he is. It sounds effortless. He’s commanding groups of whores, his faggot, and even his older Alpha cousin!

But the concern I had while reading this account is the danger they Marcos in. They seemed to not care at all, or they didn’t have the comprehension and foresight to realize that danger (and shows their age, honestly). I guess they didn’t leave Marcos in that trunk long enough to really get hurt, but what happens that one time they do?

But what should Marcos do? I definitely don’t think he should complain while his cousin is around. I’m not even sure Marcos should ask for an audience with Master Lion about it after he leaves. Personally, I think it would be good for Marcos to just try to endure it and look at the long game with his Master. As he grows, Master Lion is going to see Marcos’s loyalty and obedience much differently.

And then, Marcos will win.

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I was pretty startled a few weeks ago when I received this message in my Questions From Readers inbox from a faggot named Marcus. It seems that Marcus has been owned for a very long time by a young straight Alpha known as “Lion”, and their relationship seemed quite intense.

Marcus currently lives in young Master Lion’s house, a house paid for by his live-in faggot Marcus. In fact, Master Lion enjoys the life of a full-fledged cashmaster in findom, but findom wasn’t the primary motivator. Rather, Master Lion simply felt like it was natural that faggots should pay for everything.

Now Marcus writes more about this intriguing situation, how it began, and how it’s going today many years later!

Hi Sam, this is Fag Marcus—the one who sent you a message a few days ago:

“https://hierarchyuniversity.com/questions-from-readers-698/“

I’m writing to back up the point you made recently on another faggot’s post: that a slave’s primary service to a straight master is non-sexual—specifically, domestic or financial. I say this from personal experience.

I work three jobs to ensure a comfortable life for my young master. By the way, I realized I haven’t introduced him yet: I’ll call him “Lion” (because of a phrase he once said to his fiancée: “There is only one lion in this jungle, and it’s me; therefore, I’m the one who makes the rules”). He is a 21-year-old white man with short, military-style hair and a height of 1.81 meters; he has a natural physique—neither overly muscular nor fat—and is currently studying Physical Education in college.

My Master has owned me for seven years—ever since he was 14, nearly 15 (don’t worry, 14 is a legal age in Brazil, provided it’s consensual, obviously)—when he started intimidating me over financial matters. For two years, that was all it was: he took money from me, then it escalated to domestic chores as well—I did tasks for him—and it wasn’t until three years in that I sucked his cock for the first time. In fact, he doesn’t even count that earlier period and says he has been my Master for only four years.

As I was saying, I have three jobs (the third one is more recent and for personal reasons rather than money, but I’ll tell you about that in another email). Thanks to this, my Master—despite his young age—now has a house in a good neighborhood not far from his college, which I bought and put in his name. He has a car that befits his “alpha” status. I gave him a small boat—something he’d always dreamed of owning—as a birthday gift when he came of age. On top of that, I cover his car insurance, health insurance, gym membership, college tuition, and the fees for the nautical club where the boat is kept. I also pay off his three credit cards, which he uses for clothes, snacks, movies, sports tickets, clubbing, motels, and anything else that interests him. That’s in addition, of course, to the household bills and groceries (I don’t know if you realize how much a young alpha eats, but it’s a *lot*—more than double what his fiancée and I consume… …together).

I still have tasks, such as maintenance and cleaning—inside and out—of his BMW, and washing all his clothes and shoes. (The Master had actually taken this task away from me when he brought his fiancée to live here and ordered her to do all the housework, but I missed it so much that I begged him to let me keep doing it, and he agreed, since she dislikes those chores and only does them because he orders her to. What is wrong with women??) …plus any other task he finds tedious or doesn’t want to do and orders me to handle. From the start, he made it clear he was super-straight and would never sleep with me; though occasionally, as a special treat, I’d get to suck him off. Of course, I love those moments, but I feel truly fulfilled when I’m washing his clothes or working to pay the bills. I often joke with him that his dirty, yellow-stained underwear is my “Netflix,” because if I could, I’d spend hours just looking at and touching them. At first, I’d even ejaculate involuntarily while doing it.

I know this might seem like abuse or a miserable life to many people—which is why I told you in my last message that I thought there was something wrong with me—but thanks to your site, I know I’m not abnormal, just different, and that my life *does* have a purpose: making my Master’s life better.

P.S.: I’m 36, not 35 (I made a typo in the previous message), and sorry about my English—it’s not my first language.

Keep up the excellent and essential work you do on this site.

Sincerely, Fag Marcus

It’s almost insane to think about how advanced Master Lion was at just 14 years old! He understood the natural order of things, but how? Was it simply his dominance guiding him, or did he learn about it online? We don’t know.

Regardless, Master Lion was absolutely correct in what he did. At 14 he saw Marcus, an older faggot, and decided that he would take ownership of him. Since he is straight, using Marcus sexually wasn’t his interest, but money and access definitely were on his mind!

But notice how owning Marcus in-house as a personal slave eventually led Master Lion to use Marcus sexually! This is something I have repeatedly emphasized: the power an Alpha receives from owning/using faggots allows him to ascend above the judgments of a close-minded world. Master Lion has ascended to God Alpha, and he is impervious to assault from inferiors and their expectations.

Why should Master Lion even care these little people? He has everything he could ever want thanks to his hard-working faggot, and he has a fiancé who will provide him love and kids. I would posit that Master Lion is literally living the kind of life that ordinary males can only imagine!

As for Marcus, he is working very hard, but you can hear the gratitude in his words. He’s at peace, fulfilled by his service to his young God Alpha Master! Every night Marcus goes to sleep tired, but contented in the knowledge that he’s fulfilling his purpose!

Isn’t that what all faggots should want?

Thank you Marcus for sharing your story!

The following post is part of a thread following the ownership of a 48-year-old faggot named Doug by a 25-year-old straight Alpha named Master Lion. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I received some positive feedback for yesterday’s touching story about a young faggot deeply owned by a much older Alpha (READ HERE). Today I have a similar story, except the roles are reversed.

Doug is a 48-year-old faggot who works in IT. He’s married, has kids … and eventually came to the realization that he’s really a faggot. It’s unfortunately a common story. How I wish people could just accept themselves early on in life and avoid catastrophic circumstances like this!

Anyway, Doug eventually met a young straight Alpha named Master Lion. Master Lion has a long-term girlfriend, but he (like many Alphas of his generation) have discovered that faggot ownership is possible and even preferable for the satisfying of his dominant needs.

Doug breathlessly told me about his new Master, to whom he is traveling in the coming days to serve in person. I thought it would be good to feature him here so that other older faggots can find inspiration in his story.

This is not your usual story as I have come very late to the game. I am a 48 year old married guy with 4 kids. In the “normal” world I am just an ordinary enough family guy. Working 9-5 in the Tech Industry, hence the handle – ITFag. I have been successful in my normal life, working for a Global Tech Company up the corporate ladder into Senior Management, I am a director and and have a lot of work/life experience. You could say I have everything I need.

But I didn’t, my sex-life had become boring and relatively non existence, as life had taken over. I found myself working away more and began going online to get myself off. I had always had a thing for experimenting and I started to watch different porn. I would have considered myself curious about cock  but I have never been with a man sexually, other than one encounter when I was 20 , a drunk fumble with a team-mate – stroking under the covers pretending we didn’t know.

So I started looking at jocks stroking and then went down that rabbit hole, became more curious, came across Twinks and then Sissy porn. This lead me to online random chat and from there I started going on every night. Watching men go past with words like Master, Slave, Footpig, Sissy, and exploring more. I have always felt something submissive in me, I don’t know why, but inferior to real men in the locker room, or dressing room, I am not that hairy, my legs are naturally very smooth but I am not feminine, I am 2m tall, 220 and I played sport for 20 years. However, I’ve always felt like some men have known that I am inferior or feminine, like they could sense I was weak, and was sometimes secretly checking them out, but I would be a pussy all my life and never do anything about it. That was until I meant Master Lion – he has brought out my true self and made me happy to be a faggot. I am a faggot for Master Lion and serve him unconditionally.

Master Lion is a 25yr old UK alpha, I would now probably describe him as a Sigma Alpha, as he’s incredible smart but also comes across more of a lone wolf or maverick. He is a real man, strong, massive legs that would crush me, big strong chest and sexy facial hair, he also has a massive dick,  big and thick – he’s very confident, just easy in his own skin. He has a long term GF but has faggots eating out of the palm of his hand or more like licking his feet. He also has an accent that makes me faggot in a couple of words, his voice is a real turn on for me, makes me weak. He is strong, direct, knows what he wants and gets its, know what I want and make me want it and afterwards, he is kind and caring and makes me always feel like I need more, but I know my place, I am his faggot, not his mate, friend or anything else. 

It’s only been 6 months since last summer and there have been up and downs, mainly because I pussied out but we have a good thing going on right now. The logistics are not easy, I travel and he’s a bit further away from me but when its on its on and I do my best to serve, obey and please him. We have the same kinks now but it wasn’t always that way as I am a complete fag baby and he has had to teach me so much. I wasnt into feet, now I crave them , would do bizarre or risk things, now I look for task and ma keen. Recently I started to get fixated by his armpits. There are other things involved in our dynamics but it rest on the factor that in the “normal world” I am the boss, but in the “real world” he owns me. I am his property and want to make him happy. The Power shift works, he feeds the fag in me, giving me tasks and learnings, he lets the faggot in me, my true self come out.

It was interesting to read about the “Subspace” as it describes me very well, when presented with a task that in the normal world you would run a million miles from, I receive it from him and want to make him proud, a wave comes over me and I stay in it and ride it all the way. It can be something like “ You had coffee or eaten fag” when I am at work. “ Go and get a coffee and piss in it and take it back to your desk – Sip it and enjoy it”. I find myself immediately going to get it done for my master and enjoying it. The fag stays with me and I get on with my day. This would sounds crazy to me 6 months ago but now I just do it and enjoy it.

Happy to tell you more Sam – I guess it’s early on our journey, but we have built a trust, I can relax under his feet knowing that there is nothing wrong with me, I initially had a lot of shame but it’s pretty much gone now. I also said to you that for a long time it was about me, like me trying to get off, but something clicked before in November, when we had a session and I didn’t even think about getting off or cumming or myself, my sole focus was on my master, I was in a fag trance or haze for him, concentrating on him, doing things for him, listening to his voice. I was naked with my mask on and cock locked and didn’t think about myself for the first time. Just solely focused on him. Afterwards, when we were talking I said it to him and he said “I know Faggot and that’s the way it should be – Good Boy” When he tells me I am a “good boy” it makes me weak. I told him it felt better not cumming and just staying horny all the time for days and days – riding the fag wave, and he rewarded me the next day, I won’t say how but it kind of cemented everything and now it’s like I just get what he needs and I forget about myself. 

Virtually everything about their upcoming meet has been coordinated and controlled by Master Lion. Here’s what Doug sent me while I was working on this post:

So hadn’t spoke to my master for a few days and then he contacted me today on his way home.

“You better be getting ready to be fucking owned bitchboy. I want to know your schedule for every hour you are here. I want you to wear that red G-string thong and look like a proper fag under your suit, as soon as you step off the plane your owned. You are my property l, my fucking toy- get ready to get stretched over the next 48hrs”

That made me weak Sam…I told him exactly my schedule said I was ready to be owned and will make him feel strong and powerful then he said

” You ll do what your told and I want to see that article you are working on for that faggot or at least snippets if I am bother to read it”

It sounds like Master Lion is an Alpha who knows exactly what he wants!

I hope my little tribute post pleases Master Lion so much that he stretches Doug even more!

I’m looking forwatd to hearing how their meet-up goes!