The following post is part of a thread featuring the stories and advice of a straight 76-year-old God Alpha named Master Roger! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I wanna talk about this sweet faggot named Tyler. His dilemma is much more common than one would think at first. I am particularly interested in his story because, although I would never hurt a boy like Adam does, I have never bathed a fag bottom with my own hands either. In other words, Adam is very problematic and much more violent than I will ever be, while Steven treats his boys like precious property. What a contrast!
Tyler goes back to Adam for the same reason people do drugs. We all know how risky it is, there is no logic reason to do it. But people, especially young people, get addicted to this danger. I can feel in Tyler’s words that Steven is the Man he rationally wants, but Adam’s violence is addicting for him. The danger drags him back to the claw of a horrible Master. It surprises me that Adam hasn’t taken Tyler’s money, or maybe he has and the boys didn’t tell us.
In any case, Tyler should definitely embrace the opportunity and serve Steven. But this is easier said than done. The fag is already addicted to the danger and it won’t be easy to leave it. When I was young, there was no Internet, but what you call “findom” already existed. I have never had a sub boy spending too much money on me because my dad taught me that a Man should support his women. But I could see dozens of boys offering to pay bills and drinks for me hoping that I would end the night pumping a load in their holes. Now things are much more complicated because an Alpha from the other side of the world can take all the money of a naive fag in a few minutes. But anyway, this is a topic for another post.
Going back to Tyler’s case, it is wonderful that Steven wants him to see a therapist. I would do the same if Tyler was mine. The boy urgently needs to understand why he likes to cause so much pain and harm to himself. My guess is that he struggles with his self-image and self-steem and deep down believes that he is not worth it of real love, which is not true at all. Just based on his words and his desire to apologize, I can tell he is a good boy who deserves to a real Man next to him.
But Tyler is making a very common mistake among young fags, and I noticed that right at the beginning of his account when he said “one of them (Adam) was hotter (had a six-pack) and the other (Steve) was handsome, but a little chubby.” I used to be the hot six-pack daddy until age hit and I became the hot grandpa. In the late 1990s, I would have dozens of twinks on my feet with the snap of my fingers. And I know that, being married and with kids to raise, I didn’t give them proper attention. I treated them well of course, but they were just cumdumps that I would use once a week. But they would prefer to be with me because of my body than looking for a Master who would probably use them better. This is very common among young fags, which young women don’t usually do. Fags have this wrong idea that an Alpha must look like a porn start, and most of them end up accepting anything to worship a hot body, which can have horrible outcomes, like in Tyler’s case.
And that’s what I want both Alphas and fags to understand: Adam is NOT a real Man. I hope he never touches a woman because if he is capable of causing so much harm in a sweet boy like Tyler, I doubt he’d be able to protect and take care of a woman. Some real Men will take care of their women and fags with deep love and care (like Steven), some other will use them with a firm hand as a cumdump (like me). But no real Men hurt a faggot! Tyler, I know it’s not easy, but you must get away from Adam… I don’t know how things are in the Netherlands, but I often see Men like him killing fags on the news and you cannot be the next one! So please, listen to Steven and get away from Adam, ok? That’s what a good boy would do!
I think Sam already gave Tyler good advice, with the brutal honesty that my lovely fag Sam always has. So I’m here emphasizing that you must submit to Steven asap. I see that you’re wondering if you should try to live by yourself without a Man taking care of you, but I can assure you that, if you try do so, you’ll only be an easier prey for Adam again. I might be old-fashioned and sexist, and I open to criticism if that’s the case, but in my mind fags and women should never be left alone. Nature created Men, women, and fags for a reason. A faggot, especially a sweet fragile young fag like Tyler, needs a Man. Tyler is 21 and has so much to learn, but right now he can’t take the risk to make a mistake that can cost his life.
Good luck, Tyler! Trust Steven and keep us updated, ok? I know we don’t know each other yet. But I’m truly concerned about you. If in my last years on Earth I can help fragile fags like you to be safe, my mission will be complete.
The following post is part of a thread following the service of a young faggot named Tyler who has been claimed by a great Protector Alpha named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a little while since I last heard from Tyler, the faggot of a great Protector Alpha named Steve. If you’ve been keeping track of Tyler’s story, you’ll remember that he fell prey to a cruel Destroyer Alpha named Adam behind Master Steve’s back, and Master Adam threatened to really destroy Tyler’s life if he didn’t give up everything and serve him exclusively.
In my last post (6/23/25) I advised Tyler to get away from Master Adam and throw himself on the mercy of Master Steve for protection and guidance. Obviously, Tyler didn’t exactly run to confess these things to Master Steve right away given that weeks have passed since then (ugh), but whatever.
Then tonight I received an update with the title “Doubts” and a panicked Tyler relating what happened when he finally came clean to his Master. He wrote this:
Hi brother, This is Tyler again, from Amsterdam. I need your help again, Sam. I’ve been through a lot with Steven and Adam. Following your advise, I did what was right and opened my heart to Steven. I apologized for my lies and begged for his mercy. I told him that I needed him to take care of me because I will not be able to leave Adam by myself. Without a man like him to hold me, I know that I will end up in Adam’s bedroom again, and he’ll be laughing while I am in pain.
Steven was not happy at all when I told him that I’ve been serving another man and lying to him. But he hugged me and said that there was no reason to cry. His reaction was very unexpected for me because I thought he would have a long and thoughtful conversation as he always does, but instead he grabbed my ass with his big hand and whispered in my ear “so how many dicks do you need to be satisfied?”
I felt so embarrassed and so ashamed. I could feel in his voice how disappointed and upset he was. I cried more, putting my face on his chest and said that I was sorry. He cleaned the tears in my face and kissed my lips and said “that’s okay, baby” but his hand was still holding my ass really firmly. After kissing me a little more and calming me down, he said “I want you” and put my hand on his hard dick. I didn’t think twice and got down on my knees, trying to show how sorry I was.
It was a weird feeling because I was holding my tears with his hard cock in my mouth. He was nothing like Adam’s violence and aggression, but he wasn’t so gentle either. I could feel he was disappointed and wanted to punish me, because I tried to hold his dick twice and keep sucking the tip of his cock and he took my hands off from his cock and face fucked me balls deep, covering his cock and my mouth with my spit.
He did the same thing with my ass. He took all my clothes off, put my ass up, and entered my hole roughly. I knew I was wrong, so I was willing to take whatever he wanted me to take. And Sam, at that point I saw how offended he was with my lies because he usually fucks kissing my neck and asking if I could take it or not. But this time he held my neck and was basically yelling at me “damn it, you’re my boy!! MY BOY!!” And he banged my ass harder and harder, repeating “my boy” loudly, he spanked my ass with his cock inside my hole, which he had never done before. And he didn’t change the position either. He usually likes to start with me in doggy style, but I usually ride him and he finished in missionary style. But this time he held my hair with his right hand, choked me with his left hand, and fucked me only doggy with my ass up. During the whole fuck, he never stopped repeating “you’re my boy” loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
I know that my God Alpha Steven would never hurt me or abuse me like Adam does. Adam loves to see my pain just for his pleasure and entertainment. Steven is very different, he got rough because he was genuinely disappointed with me. He invested so much time, energy, and love in me while I was getting fucked by Adam like a worthless slut, a whore unable to show loyalty.
And I admit that I was enjoying his rough fuck. He unleashed the beast on me to punish me for my behavior but at all times he was using me in a respectful way, his dick was banging me brutally but he didn’t want to hurt me just for the sake of my pain. He was teaching me a lesson and I am grateful for that. After many thrusts, he said once again that I was his boy and said “now you’re gonna take my load, only I can cum in his pussy”. He came so deep, I could feel his big balls touching mine and he pulled my shoulders going as deep as possible to make sure him seed would be inside my guts. It was warm and thick, I could feel his cum touching my internal organs.
When he finished, I thought he would leave me there on the couch, with his cum leaking from my pussy. But he held in his arms without saying a word, his left arm holding my head and his right arm holding my legs. He walked to the bathroom with me in his arms and I could feel drops of his big load coming from my hole and leaking on the floor. I tried to keep my hole closed so I wouldn’t lose his seed, but my hole was gaping, I had no control over it anymore.
In the bathroom, he turned the shower on put me under the water and washed me with his own hands. We were both very sweaty, he put soap on his hands, and rubbed my whole body… chest, stomach, armpits, neck, arms, legs, and when he put his hands on my ass, he opened my ass with his firm hands and touched my gaping hole. It was very sore, but he touched my pussy very gently, cleaning my hole and making sure I was okay. He kissed me while his finger was playing with my hole cleaning inside of it. Then he finally said something and asked me “do you wanna be mine or not?” I said “yes Sir, I’m so sorry for being a stupid fag” He kissed my forehead and just answered “so from now on no other man touches this hole”
He took a towel and dried me out with his owns hands too. He rubbed the towel on my face, chest, arms, and legs. He took a clean underwear and gave it to me. He said “go to my bedroom and wait for me”. Then, after bathing me, he took his shower and came back to the room naked, with his dick rock hard again. He said “no worries, I know your ass can’t take it again.” I told him that I could suck him and swallow his load but instead, for some reason, he put me on my knees and didn’t allow me to suck. He jerked off in front of me and told me to put my tongue out. Then he shot his load all on my face, and with his fingers he put his cum on my tongue, and I swallowed every drop.
He laid down in bed, and put me on his chest. He asked “did I hurt you?” I said “no Sir” then he asked again “have I ever hurt you?” And I said again “no sir”. Then he finally asked “so why did you go around looking for another dick? Why did you lie to me and submitted to a man who wants to see you in pain?” I remained silent, feeling really ashamed. But my God Master said “you don’t need to answer me baby boy, I just want you to think about what you did. Do you wanna go home or sleep here in my arms?”
I told him that I wanted to sleep with him and apologized again. He kissed me again and said that, if I wanted to be his boy, I needed to change my behavior. I told him that I was willing to do whatever he wanted me to do, and asked what his conditions were. He was straightforward and didn’t think twice and said his non-negotiable conditions:
1) I must stop talking to Adam immediately and don’t allow any other man touch me; 2) I must see a therapist to understand my feelings better and try to resolve my urge to look for Destroyer Alphas whenever I get drunk or feel fragile; 3) I have 1 week to move in and live with him in his house, sleeping in his arms every night; 4) He has never had a threesome and really wants to try it. So his last condition is bringing another faggot willing to give him a double blowjob by my side and then putting his ass up for him to fuck two pussies at the same time.
Everything happened last night… now it’s 5 a.m., Steven is asleep after I emptied his balls for the third time. I came to the living room feeling lost and decided to write to you, Sam. I’ll try to get some sleep, but my head is full of thoughts and doubts. I’ll check the page tomorrow morning, hoping to see your thoughts, brother. I really admire you and your words always help me.
What do you think about Steven’s conditions? I feel safe with him but I wonder if I should stay alone to heal from Adam’s abuse. My best friend thinks I need to learn how to be happy without a man, but she is a woman, she doesn’t understand…
I love you, Sam Thank you for being so good to me
Okay, now help me out here … how could any reasonable person have any “DOUBTS” about Master Steve at all?? He sounds like the most even-tempered and fair Master on the planet! Sure, he fucked Tyler rough as a form of “punishment” for his bad behavior (I’ve certainly heard of A LOT worse than that) … but I thought Master Steve handled Tyler’s betrayal incredibly well. Lots of other Alphas would’ve thrown Tyler out on his slutty ass!
Ugh … I’m not trying to be mean, but Tyler … you must get it through your thick head that you are owned by and serving one of the premiere Masters alive today. And for whatever reason you’re hell-bent on fucking it all up. Maybe you’re a Destroyer faggot. Some people simply cannot be happy without a metric shit-ton of drama and disturbance, apparently.
My advice to you is simple: stop waffling and second-guessing this situation. You are not going to find a greater Alpha to serve than Master Steve.
Otherwise, I promise you this: Master Steve will stop looking for another faggot to join in a threesome and will instead replace you with it. Then you can go back to Master Adam (or another like him) and get ruined. It’s your choice.
But listening to this is like listening to a spoiled rich kid complain that he’s not sure about the new Rolls Royce convertible his parent’s bought him. Master Steve is that Rolls Royce, and he’s offering you a secure and safe place in his arms and in his bed. If you can’t understand how stupid you sound whining about him even now (after he fucking BATHED YOU PERSONALLY), then you’re beyond help.
Hopefully this will get you to finally snap out of it.
The following post is part of a thread following the service of a young faggot named Tyler who has been claimed by a great Protector Alpha named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
If you remember the first post about my brother Tyler, a faggot who wrote into my Questions From Readers Inbox about a huge choice he was trying to make. You see, Tyler had fallen under the sway of a Destroyer Alpha named Adam who was very violent and hateful (also psychopathic and stalker-like). Then Tyler met a true Protector Alpha named Steve, a dominant Alpha who also showed Tyler care and affection.
The choice was clear in my mind, and honestly I didn’t mince words when advising Tyler. I wanted Tyler to devote his service to Master Steve and try to get his help and protection in order to escape the clutches of Master Adam.
Sadly, Tyler had a hard time letting go of Master Adam. Faggots have some mechanical flaw that makes us return like crack junkies to abusive Alphas. I’m including myself here, as I have often mentioned my yearning for the Alpha who raped me with a knife at my throat. Faggots are like the embodiment of Stockholm Syndrome.
So Tyler to Master Adam like a pig to slaughter, and this was the result:
Hi Sam, this is Tyler from Amsterdam. I sent you a message in late April about two Alphas I was serving: Adam and Steve.
I always read your website and respect your work a lot. I saw that you created a thread for my story and I really appreciate that. I decided to continue sharing my story with you after reading Fag Ben’s account. The issue of Destroyer Alphas is a serious one and my dilemma together with your experience might help other fags.
A lot has happened in these past 2 months since we talked… I’ve been serving Steve (the good Alpha) several times a week but, although I know I shouldn’t answer him, Adam still texts me from time to time, and I haven’t blocked him. Last week, Adam invited me to his place for the first time since he called me a disgusting bitch in April. I was reluctant but he is so hot that I decided to go and give him a second chance.
As soon as I arrived, he asked me where on my face I had had the cold sore. I thought that he would try to apologize, so I pointed to the corner of my mouth, close to my bottom lip and said “right here”. He said in a lovely way “oh, baby, let me see” and when I turned my face to him he gave me a huge slap on the part of my face that I had pointed to him. He is twice my size and his hand is easly the size of my whole face, he smacked his 5 fingers against my face and I almost collapsed. I got really dizzy, my face was burning, and I could feel some tears coming of from my right eye because of the impact. He was laughing and said “oh, I see, right here?”
I asked him why he had done that to me, but he just said it was a joke and told me to stop being a sissy. He sat down on the couch and snapped his fingers for me to suck his dick, with my face still burning. I held his dick, worshipped his balls, but didn’t keep eye contact because I was actually afraid of him. After taking that one slap right on my face, I realized that he could’ve broken my neck if he wanted to. So he said “Eyes up here” for me to look at him while sucking, I apologized and said that my face was still burning from the slap. He said that my whole body would be in pain soon if I didn’t make him cum while looking straight to his eyes.
I felt weak, vulnerable, fragile, and although I had Adam’s dick in my mouth banging my throat, I could only think about how protective and sweet Steve was. He knows how to put me in my place but never would hurt me, I never needed to fear him to respect the great man he is. But Adam loves the feeling of fear in the eyes of a faggot.
After noticing my pain and my fear, it didn’t take long for him to cum. I swallowed his big load and kept on my knees without knowing how to react. He sent me to the kitchen with no word of affection, no “good boy”. He just pointed to the kitchen and told me to do the dishes while he took a shower. I started crying while doing the dishes thinking about what had just happened.
A few minutes later he came from his shower completely naked, still a little wet and with a hard dick. He held me by my neck and said that he had taken pills for erection to make sure that he would be able to fuck me all night long even if his balls were empty. He put my pants down, started fingering me in the kitchen, and I didn’t react against him. He soon took me to his bedroom, put my ass up, and spanked me, punched my back, choked me, hit my face again. When my whole body was sore he put some lube on his dick and started fucking me rough and whispered in my ear “I love to see you in pain”
I felt lonely and vulnerable, so I just closed my eyes while he banged me balls deep. He came inside of me but with the pills he has taken he dick would not go down. So he was just fucking more and more, enjoying my pain. He said that his cock was sore even with the lube he had put in my hole but, in his words, he wanted to see how much pain his cock could cause in a weak faggot like me.
He didn’t allow me to sleep and spent the whole night fucking me. When he couldn’t stand the discomfort in his own dick, he took two huge dildos and kept fucking my hole just for the pleasure of seeing me in pain. I asked him to stop with the dildos and he just said I was lucky he wasn’t fisting me.
He sent me back home at 5 am in the morning. I arrived home, took a shower, and my hole was horribly sore, I could see the blood running through my leg while I washed the lube mixed with his cum. I felt horrible, Sam. Adam made me feel worthless, a piece of trash that he could harm as much as he wanted to.
Let’s stop here. This account truly made me so sad for Tyler. He dearly paid a tragic price for going back to a truly horrible Alpha! There is no excuse for an Alpha to be that sadistic, cruel, and treacherous to a trusting faggot.
But this is why I keep warning my fag brothers about these bloodthirsty Alpha sharks swimming below the surface of dark waters. They’re out there, and some of them want to do worse to faggots than simply make their pussies bleed from overfucking. You might be able to stick your hand into the open mouth of a crocodile once or twice and not have it bitten off, but eventually you’ll be missing a hand.
So fortunately Tyler had a great Protector Alpha in Master Steve available to run to, which is exactly what he did.
I called Steve, but didn’t want to tell him the truth. So I told him a friend had died and I was feeling lonely. It was Saturday morning, and he immediately invited me to his house, ordered lunch for us, and cancelled his plans just to take care of me. He made me laugh, we watched some movies, cooked dinner together. He usually starts kissing me and put me on my knees as soon as I arrive to his home. But this time he didn’t grab my ass, he didn’t punch or smack me, nor touched me without consent at any moment because he felt how fragile I am.
I am very much into make-up, so he put make-up tutorials for me to watch on YouTube and cuddled with me until I fell asleep in his arms. Around 3 am in the morning, I woke up and noticed that he was jerking off in his side of the bed but not touching me at all. I asked what was happening and he said that he woke up really horny but didn’t think I was emotionally ready to serve him. I felt so loved and respected when he said that. I just said “I belong to you and you should never need to jerk off to empty your balls”, I gave him a blowjob, making sure to be the best cocksucker he has ever had. I didn’t stop sucking until I felt his body shaking. He pumped a load down in throat and I swallowed every single drop. He brought me back to his arms, kissed my forehead, and said “this was amazing, you’re a perfect boy, I want you to be my sub boy”. I said thank you, and slept on his chest, feeling the taste of his cum.
Sam, I won’t ask you if I should give another chance to Adam because I know your opinion. But I do need your advice on how to behave with Steve. Do you think I should tell him all about Adam? Steve wants to own me and he was very clear that he’ll only take me as his sub boyfriend if I stop serving any other men. I’m afraid of his reaction if I tell him that I have been serving Adam for so long… and to be completely honest, I still feel the urge to serve Adam. I know it’s stupid considering who he is, but I can’t help it. Especially after a few drinks, I always think about Adam’s cock hurting me first. The danger and the pain turn me on. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Sam. I know I’m young and I have a lot to learn. I don’t wanna die in the hands of Adam but I can’t stop thinking about his overwhelming presence.
I love you, Sam. I really do. And I love the amount of effort you put in this beautiful site. Please, give me some word of comfort and advice if you can.
I want to start this way: Master Steve is an exceptional Protector Alpha of the highest order. He deserves the very best faggots, and he probably deserves to be worshiped by hundreds of them. I’m blown away by his dominant-yet-caring demeanor, a rarity in today’s world. He’s probably a true God Alpha.
This preface begs the question: has Tyler been a faggot worthy of an Alpha like Master Steve? Tyler ran back to a truly brutal Destroyer Alpha after Master Steve had shown Tyler kindness and set out his expectations for any faggot serving him. Then, after that Destroyer Alpha destroyed him, Tyler ran back for comforting from Master Steve. And to make sure Master Steve would take him back and comfort him, Tyler lied to Master Steve about his situation.
I’m not trying to be cruel here, and I know Tyler has asked for mercy from me. However, I do not like when faggots disrespect Alphas. Master Steve should not ever be treated like the dependable old standby for a faggot. Master Steve is the banquet, not the leftovers.
Master Adam should be absolutely eclipsed by the warm, blindingly-brilliant sunlight of Master Steve’s ownership, yet here’s Tyler still yearning for Master Adam! Again, I know we faggots yearn for brute force and abuse sometimes, but even being tempted to serve Master Adam when Master Steve is offering you a world of safe, loving service is incomprehensible.
Here’s what I think needs to happen ASAFP:
Tyler needs to cut off communication with Master Adam
Tyler needs to confess the truth to Master Steve.
Tyler needs to accept whatever conditions or decisions Master Steve stipulates
It may not be pretty, but this situation is already ugly. There’s a way out of this, but that road leads through Master Steve’s heart. He will need to open it up in forgiveness and allow Tyler to be restored to favor.
Will Master Steve do that after these betrayals? I have no idea, but I hope he does. Tyler is relatively inexperienced and young, and probably deserves a chance.
But let this be a lesson to all faggots out there currently playing games with great Masters! There is nothing sure about that old dependable crutch you’re selfishly mistreating. One of these days you’ll fall back on it and it won’t hold you up anymore.
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!
The following post is part of a thread following the service of a young faggot named Tyler who has been claimed by a great Protector Alpha named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Over the years I’ve encountered a lot of abusive Destroyer Alphas, both personally and through my online teaching efforts. In my personal life I’ve mostly made smart decisions to steer away from them (my rapist was one I couldn’t see coming due to my youth). I value myself enough as a faggot to know that my gifts are worth an Alpha’s appreciation, not condemnation.
I try to instill that sense of self-worth in the faggots who interact with my content. I hate hearing of my brothers falling prey to Destroyer Alphas who are cruel and selfish and non-productive. There are so many great Protector Alphas who value the devotion and service of a faggot, and I just cannot understand why faggots self-destruct by choosing the worse path in life instead of serving these noble Kings.
My brother Tyler wrote into my Questions From Readers inbox to tell me about a choice he recently made. Listen to this:
I don’t exactly have a question, but I saw your answer to another fag about his Alpha cleaning the house and would like to share something that happened with me to know your opinion about it. I am 21 years-old and until last week I was serving two Alphas. They were both nice guys, nice dicks, and very dominant in bed. But one of them (Adam) was hotter (had a six-pack) and the other (Steve) was handsome, but a little chubby. I loved to serve them and I would usually go to Adam’s house on Wednesday and Steve’s house on Saturday.
Last week, I was supposed to serve Adam as always did (go to his place, get on my knees, swallow his first load, let him fuck my ass for his second load, and go back home). But I woke on Wednesday morning with a HORRIBLE cold sore. I looked like a monster. Since he had been serving him for 6 months, I thought it would be okay to cancel, but he insisted to know why and I sent him a picture of my lips. He just said I was a disgusting bitch and that he would find somebody else on Grindr for that night.
Maybe it’s his right to treat me like that considering our roles in hierarchy, but I was already very vulnerable and he really hurt my feelings with his words. So I texted Steve, who is also a dominant Alpha but tends to be more patient. I told him that I didn’t know if I would be able to visit him on the weekend because I wasn’t feeling great. He asked what happened and for a moment I thought he would treat me like Adam had done, but instead, he told me to go to his place at night because I needed extra care.
I went to his place after work with a thick layer of make-up on the sore trying to pretend it wasn’t as bad as it was. But he’s a smart guy and noticed something was wrong. He told me to clean my face immediately because make-up is not ideal for sores like that. When I came out of the bathroom, he chuckled and said “I wonder where this mouth has been”, but in a funny and respectful way. He noticed that I too stressed for jokes, so he just hugged me and said “even perfect twinks get sick sometimes, relax”
Of course we did not kiss and I did not suck his dick, but he spent the whole night saying how gorgeous I am and even cooked dinner for me. He ordered some cream for cold sore at the pharmacy and put it on my lips with his own hands. I was feeling so good with him taking care of me that I felt an urge to serve him no matter how. He said that I was tired and stressed, so he didn’t want me to do the dishes, but then he smiled to me and said “well, but if you need to relax, I am sure that your ass does not have any cold sores”
So I quickly went to his bathroom to make sure I was clean and ready, and when I entered his room he was already naked jerking off his hard dick. I felt bad that I couldn’t suck that beautiful cock, but I just said “thank you for being my Master”, laid on my stomach and let him do whatever he wanted with me. I think it was a turn-on for him to see me so vulnerable and lost, because he fucked me really hard and deep, then 20 minutes later turn me up to fuck me missionary.
We slept together and I never felt so good in my life. I decided to stop serving Adam and stick with Steve now. Just like the Alpha who cleans the house, I think a certain amount of love and care is important for us fags. At least for me, it’s so important to see that, although inferior to him, my Man wants me to be happy.
Could you please comment and tell me what you think? Do you think that as a fag I should go back to serve Adam, even though he does not care at all about my feelings?
Here’s the bizarre part of Tyler’s story: he’s still questioning whether or not he should continue serving Adam the Destroyer Alpha after everything Master Steve did for him! Isn’t that crazy?? We faggots are something like moths that can watch a thousand other moths burn in the flame and we’re still drawn to self-immolation.
And the problem is SELF WORTH. We feel so worthless about ourselves that we mistakenly think we deserve that awful, abusive treatment.
But Master Steve shows a better way forward, treating his property the way a true Alpha treats everything of value that he owns. A Man like Master Steve deserves complete and devoted worship and service, not half-hearted attention. Is he to be expected to continue being there to comfort his faggot when it’s hurt again and again by Destroyer Alphas like Adam?
Of course not. A Protector Alpha like Master Steve is the mighty cornerstone upon which a faggot can build a lifetime of joyful service. I wholeheartedly encourage my brother Tyler to loyally remain at Master Steve’s feet! Master Steve deserves that!
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 a beautiful thing to see a true Alpha Master sculpt a faggot into whatever he needs. It’s almost like a composer writing a symphony and then leading an orchestra to perform it. Real Masters know how to manipulate the minds and hearts of their faggots so the faggot can reach peak performance.
Master Steve is absolutely a mindfucker extraordinaire.
His faggot Mike wrote to me to update me about the latest adjustment in Master Steve’s training.
What an interesting few months this has been and honestly life changing and almost freeing.
I feel like I am becoming so comfortable with finally letting my guard down, release my old ways and simple Master Steve guide me.
I am now staying locked about 20 days a month, still a bit hesitant going to gym and being exposed with chastity. Steve had me drink his and his black friends piss at the gym one afternoon. It was so rewarding and strange at same time to hear Kevin tell Steve thanks for letting me use your faggot.
I think in some ways even my family almost knows, they adore Steve, they seem to ask Steve’s permission before mine now. Steve had me bake a cake, he took it to my mom and said he had made it for her. She called me later and said she was happy I had such a good man like Steve.
I have learned that if I am not locked, he doesn’t want to fuck me or let me drink his piss. So I now stay locked without him asking, because I need his dick and piss I have learned.
The other day a package came. It was 3 different size butt plugs and some device, later finding out it was a piss gag. He just told me, I would be learning a few new things come up. I over heard him on phone telling a friend, that he was going to begin having me learn to wear plugs throughout the day. I heard him laughing saying he’s gonna really have fun showing off cage and plug at gym. And not really sure what his plans are for the piss gag.
Butt plugs and a piss gag, eh? Something’s afoot!
But it’s becoming clear that Master Steve is truly claiming Mike as his personal property. Mind you, he’s shared Mike with other Alphas to this point. But listen to the following update:
I’m am becoming more appreciative of how the chastity has helped me and I do think everything he has done has only been to help reset and retrain me to be the faggot he needs me to
It’s interesting how he continues to fine tune things. One night we had a long conversation about limits things I like things I don’t like he asked me several pointed questions. I guess to see how comfortable I was with different scenarios. We both set some hard limits what’s interesting he even allowed me to set some for him. He talked a lot about this being a positive experience for both of us and making him a better man (he never refers to himself as an Alpha or Master, Which I find interesting) and me a better faggot.
I had asked him the question why was it so important for me to get off the apps when he still occasionally has me Service other guys. He kinda Laughed and then proceeded to ask me a question. He asked me was it more important for me to please myself or to please him. I said well, of course to please you. He said exactly he said when I was on the apps, I was only pleasing myself and pleasing other guys focusing on their needs and not on his. He said when he’s asking me to service a guy he said he gets pleasure out of it or It’s to serve a purpose for him.
A few weeks after that conversation, we were out one night and one of my old friends with benefits, came and put his arm around me and asked me when Was not gonna let him fuck me again. Steve over heard this, and proceeded to tell him “look buddy first of all get your hands off of him second of all you’re never going to fuck him again.”
You can almost feel the tension of this encounter between Master Steve and this other guy! It was Master Steve’s Protector Alpha side roaring to the forefront! It must’ve been thrilling for Mike to have this powerful Alpha defending him!
Mike related another little detail that caused my little fag heart to skip a beat:
By the way, I was very shocked that you actually did a podcast, including me and my master Steve in it…. I believe it was podcast 266 trust your master. I actually let Steve listen to it, and he Was smiling and nodding his head During most of it. At the end, he said good advice, He said maybe I needed message Sam that faggot. Share my thoughts on why I’m doing this as well.
I love when Masters find out that I’m out here coaching their faggots and praising them publicly! It gives me a little anxiety, I’ll admit, because I want to represent these great Men in a properly-respectful way. I’m so glad I received Master Steve’s seal of approval!
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!
I’ve been pretty thrilled by the story Mike the faggot has been telling me about the training he’s receiving under the control of Master Steve. Little by little Master Steve is tightening his grip on the life of his eager faggot, stripping him of the delusions he once had about himself and teaching him how to truly serve.
In the previous post, we saw Master Steve mark his faggot pretty dramatically, cumming on his chastity cage and leaving Mike’s mind swirling and delirious. At the end of the post, I mentioned that I was excited to see what Master Steve had in store for his new faggot.
Well, I wasn’t expecting this!
The second weekend of my punishment was filled lots of firsts. I am not sure the reasons for so many test or why. But I stayed calm and felt what Master Steve was doing was for my own personal growth as well as his pleasure.
When I got to his house on Saturday, his sister was there so around her we only act like boyfriends. He only suddenly shows off his dominance between him and I around her. My cage was a constant reminder of his control. I need to write a separate just about my mental and psychological feelings, being engaged for the first time.
Saturday night when we got to bed, he once again ask me to sniff his pits while he jerked off. Of course he knew I was straining in my cage and I feel this was turning him on even more. He even allowed me to lick 2x. Once again he blew his load on my cage. Once he was fully relieved, he kissed me on the cheek and said we need to get some sleep. Here I was straining immensely in my cage so sexually frustrated with his fresh load drenched on my locked cock. It took me a while to deal with my frustration while he was fast asleep.
The next morning, before I started to make his breakfast, he called me into the bathroom. He asked for me to sit on the toilet, and then he proceeded to piss on my locked cage. I assume this was another way of him marking his territory as he did with the cum. As he left the bathroom, he told me to get in the shower because I was smelling like piss.
After I got out of the shower, he asked me have I been going to the gym? I didn’t wanna lie because I haven’t. I’ve been too embarrassed and worried about someone seeing me in my cage. I told him no and exactly why. He asked for me to get ready that we were gonna go for a little bit. He said here wear this and no underwear. It was a tight pair of nylon shorts that definitely showed off my cage.
The gym overall was not too crowded. After we did a light workout, I was hoping to head back home, but he said let’s go take showers before we go home. Mentally I went in full panic mode. When we got into the dressing room, luckily no one was in there we both quickly stripped, and we walked to the shower. The shower holds about 10 people. As we got into the shower, he stood in front of me and began pissing on my cage again. I was both turned on and scared to death at the same time looking around hoping no one would see.
He finished showering before me and left. About this time these two other guys walk in the shower and I could see them staring. They didn’t say a word. I left the shower and went to my locker Steve was nowhere to be found. About this time this black guy I believe his name is Kevin comes in and starts changing clothes. He kinda smirked and said well I never expected you to be a fag, nice cage. He asks was I self locked or did I have a keyholder. I froze for a second and quietly said Master. He smiled and said lucky guy. About this time, Steve comes around the corner and simply says yeah I’m the one that locked him. Steve looks at me and says get your clothes on. Let’s go. I see the two of them continue to talk and laugh. When I finally get ready, tell master. They say bye to each other and I see Kevin just staring. When we get in the truck Master Steve said he was proud of me. That made me feel great.
That evening was Super Bowl, his sister and several of our mutual friends came over. I was drinking beer, eating snacks and enjoying the game. At one point I got up and went to bathroom, Steve followed me into his master bathroom. He hand me an empty beer bottle and said for the rest of the evening I would recycling my piss. I didn’t know what to say. He told me to fill up the beer bottle and take it back out and drink it. I said I was not able to piss without making a mess, he grinned and said well that’s what I thought you would say, here’s a small funnel to ensure you don’t waste any. I filled up the bottle and he had his beer in hand and said cheers, we both took a drink. He said let’s get back out there and enjoy the game. He said I was to recycle until the game ended. I just said Thank You Sir.
I’m just trying to understand, is all of this punishment, testing me, or pleasing him? Just confusing.
It’s incredible how Master Steve is pushing his faggot Mike deeper and deeper into a constant subspace with targeted tasks. I want to focus on the two big ones featured here.
Master Steve decided to take his caged faggot to the gym while wearing virtually nothing to conceal it from onlookers. This is easy for a Master to command, but very difficult for a closeted faggot to perform. But Mike did it, and for that I’m very proud of him. He trusted that he was safe while with his Master.
However, Master Steve clearly had more buttons to push. The shower training was intended to force Mike to accept public humiliation and the acceptance of risk as part of his service in a dramatic way. But then Master Steve introduced a black Alpha named Kevin into the situation, and the exchange between Mike and Kevin should be an eye-opener for any faggot out there doubting how Alphas conspire together and accept the true roles of faggots in everyday life. I don’t know the relationship between Master Steve and Kevin, but clearly they’re Alpha brothers who know each other on some level. (I have yet to meet Master Steve and speak to him, so some questions remain unanswered) I told Mike privately that I believe we are going to see Kevin again, possibly to use Mike sexually. We shall see.
Then the Super Bowl party episode was another huge test, with Master Steve parading his faggot around and forcing him to drink his own piss all night. Training like this forces Mike to understand that in all normal situations he is still owned by an Alpha and Master.
To answer Mike’s final questions directly, Master Steve is both testing and training him with these tasks. And judging by Master Steve’s responses, he’s VERY pleased with his new faggot!
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!
So Master Steve, in the process of punishing his faggot Mike, put Mike into chastity but then added a new wrinkle: he wanted Mike to find him a faggot to use during the two weeks of ordered chastity (because, of course, a Master shouldn’t need to go without just because the fag is being punished).
That’s a rough demand!
Here’s what happened after Mike found a fag friend named Jacob:
Just wanted to give you an update. This week has had a lot of stressful moments, but also so realizations.
On Tuesday night, my ex Jacob, who ironically was my bottom, went to service Master Steve, that’s something I was asked to arranged as a punishment. Although I was not happy about this, I did it first and foremost to prove my loyalty to Master Steve. I also knew this would not impact Jacob and I relationship. I fully came clean to Jacob about me being a faggot and ask him to do this as a favor.
Afterwards, Jacob called me. I asked him to give me all the details as I would not be mad or upset. I had to accept my punishment. He told me that Steve talked about me the whole night and Jacob told me how lucky I was to have him.
While I’m sure it was difficult for Mike to know his Master was fucking one of his friends, I’m also sure Jacob’s report made him feel a bit better.
But then Master Mike had another surprise.
Steve asked me to come over on Thursday night, which is something he normally doesn’t do. When I got there, he wanted me to be open and honest about how I was feeling being in chastity for almost one week. I was truthful with him and told him that I was extremely frustrated but I was willing to do what I need in order to please him. I also talked with him about I am seeing there’s is also an emotional and psychological component being in a chastity. He was happy to hear all of this and agreed that the overall goal is to make me more focused on his sexual desires rather than mine, and to overall start feeling more submissive around him and his Alpha friends. Obedience is the ultimate goal.
He asked me to strip naked so he could see my cage, I was training beyond belief. My balls were hurting because the ring was pulling out so far. He raised his arm and told me to smell his pits, it was intoxicating and then he began to jerk off. When he came, he blew his load on my cage. He said just so you know I’ve just marked my territory.
He told me to get dressed and for me to let the cum dry on my cage.
I told him Thank You Sir for marking me as yours. He said don’t ever fuck up again, understand. He said he’s also excited to see how I’m gonna make this up to him.
I have no idea what to expect this weekend.
I love love love what Master Steve did with Mike here. It’s almost a form of aftercare. First, he sincerely wanted to know how the discipline was transforming his faggot, and Mike’s incredibly humble and honest answer clearly moved Master Steve.
And here I just want to emphasize to all of the faggots reading this: always be honest with your Masters! They are very sharp and they can detect disingenuousness or outright lying. And if you are honest, your Master will better know how to guide you!
Then Master Steve does something brilliant: he scent trains Mike on his armpit while jacking off onto his faggot’s locked nub. This is serious mind-fucking used to reinforce Hierarchical standing and purpose. It shows me that Master Steve knows what he’s doing!
I’m pretty excited to hear what happens this weekend! My main question: will Master Steve choose to release his faggot from his cage? We shall see!
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!
When we last heard from Mike, the older faggot of a powerful younger Alpha named Steve, Mike had made a disastrous choice that caused Master Steve to lock him in chastity for two weeks. Mike was devastated, but resigned to his fate since he was given a choice and he chose wrong.
But just because Master Steve is punishing Mike, that doesn’t mean Mike doesn’t still need to continue to serve. And that’s exactly what Mike has been doing:
After sending you the message yesterday, as I was cleaning his house and laundry, I started to do a lot of thinking about his and I relationship and how it’s evolved into this.
But Saturday, I cleaned his house washed and folded his laundry. This was actually the first time I ever did his laundry. I assume this will be part of my new chores. I even went to the store and made his favorite, my chicken salad, which he always says is the best. He normally likes it in refrigerator to snack on. I guess this was my way of saying I’m sorry, because he always says words mean nothing but actions mean everything.
He got home late as he said he would. When he finally came to bed. He did put his arm around me and I could smell the chicken salad on his breath. That made me happy.
But to be honest, I didn’t sleep very well, I kept straining all night in my cage. I don’t know how I’m going to get adjusted to this. And pissing is almost impossible without making a mess.
Sunday was overall a good day, everything was almost normal. Except for I was constantly thinking about my cage. Just before I was leaving at 3 o’clock he asked me to come into the living room. He asked me to hand him my phone and unlock it, I did. He opened up my Grindr app, and kinda scroll through it a second. He asked me do I think it was appropriate for me to have this app on the phone talking to other guys since I had him. I knew immediately what he wanted. I said no it wasn’t and I’m very sorry I have it. He handed me the phone back and said well you know what to do. He watched as I deleted my account, data and app. He said let’s make this clear, going forward he’s the only that can play with whoever and whenever. And I will never have sex with anyone else but him, unless he approves or asks. He said are we clear on this? I said yes, sir.
What he did next actually kind of shocked me. He took the keys to the chastity device and hung them the same place we keep our car keys. He said remember what I told you always have free will to do what you want.
We live about an hour and a half apart, that afternoon when I was leaving to go back home, he gave me a hug and kiss and said thanks for the chicken salad by the way. I just smiled.
On the way home, I was thinking of how I could make up to him for choosing this option.
That really shows the kindness within Master Steve, a god-like quality of benevolence toward an inferior.
However, Master Steve then changed the stakes the next day:
WOW!!! That’s an incredible assignment! It’s also a tough one, a variation of The Nuclear Option method of punishment I’m always talking about!
Will Mike be able to find a faggot friend to service Master Steve? And how will it impact their relationship? Stay tuned!
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!
A couple of days ago I published this post about an ultimatum Master Steve gave to his new faggot Mike. The ultimatum involved two choices that Master Steve presented to Mike and told him to choose his destiny:
1. the first option was Master Steve would cage Mike in private. Mike would remain locked for two weeks, but during those two weeks he would not have sex with Mike. Mike would only be allowed to watch Master Steve have sex with other fags.
2. The second option would be Master Steve hosting a caging party; he would invite his three closest friends, Mike could make it public knowledge to them that he was Master Steve’s fag, and that Mike was wanting to be locked. He would lock Mike in front of them. And then Mike could serve them drinks that night. After they left, he said he would allow Mike to drink his piss and fuck and breed him every time they were together over the next two weeks.
In that post I made it very clear that I was recommending the second option. I felt it was obvious what Master Steve really wanted his faggot to choose. I believed Master Steve wanted to show off his new, obedient faggot to his Alpha brothers, cage it in front of them so they could admire it, and then spend two glorious weeks breeding it like a King. After all, that’s the glorification all Alphas want.
Sadly, Mike allowed his ego to get in the way, and he chose the wrong option. I’ll let him tell it.
It was an emotional night. I feel exhausted.
I hadn’t heard from him since he hung up on me Friday, so I showed up at his house around 6 PM like usual. He was on the couch, feet up on the coffee table in long socks, playing video games, acting like nothing had happened. I was nervous, waiting for him to say something first. He just asked how my day was, like everything was normal. It caught me off guard.
I asked why he hadn’t messaged me back. He said there was no reason to there was nothing to discuss. I tried to bring up our options again, but he just said no.
Then he told me I had free will to make my own choices, but his needs would always come first. He said sometimes he’d push me, challenge me, guide me where he thought was best for my growth. Other times, like now, he’d let me decide so I could have a stake in the relationship. But choices always come with rewards and consequences. Then, just like that, he went back to his game.
I stood there quietly, then started telling him about my conversation with you and the advice you gave. He cut me off, saying he didn’t care for what you faggots talk about and that at the end of the day, I was going to have to live with the consequences, not anyone else. But then he added that if I were smart, I’d start taking advice from someone. The choice I made was selfish on my part, all I thought about was me. He said I keep forgetting his needs and priorities are always first. He said you think this was the easy way out, but trust me it was the harder way, but you will soon find out.
I was speechless. Then he said, Enough of this. Get me something to drink.
As I turned to head to the kitchen, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see Gary, someone I couldn’t stand. The kind of fag who’s always trying to get into someone else’s boyfriend’s pants. Before I could say anything, he asked if Steve was home.
Steve must’ve overheard because he called out, Yeah, let Gary in.
At this point in time, Master Steve stood up pulled his dick out of his sweatpants, and said come here, Gary you fucking fag, suck my dick. Of course Gary got on his knee and started sucking his dick. At this point time Master Steve looked at me and just simply said I thought you were getting me something to drink. I was completely speechless. I was fuming mad, but went in there and got him something to drink. I handed Master Steve the drink. And he said watch how good this faggot does. In typical Master Steve style, just before he was going to cum he told Gary to open up his mouth and stick out his tongue. He began to blow his load in his mouth and some landed on his cheek. He took his cock, rubbed it on his cheek, told him to swallow his load and clean off his cock. He did and then he told him to open his mouth, he cleared his throat and spit in his mouth. He just said OK faggot it’s time for you to go. Gary being the piece of shit could tell I was mad, he just simply looked at me and said bye sweetie. Of course I wanted to scream.
Master Steve said damn he gave a good blow job, I may have to fuck him one day. He said OK it’s time for us to go take a shower and get dressed to go to dinner.
He didn’t really act mad at me, but things felt off. I kept replaying what had happened in my mind. I was upset and jealous. But I knew I only have myself to blame.
That night we went to bed as usual. When I woke up the next morning to make his breakfast, as I started to get out of bed he woke up at the same time and said oh btw here put this on. It was the Chastity, I thought he might have forgotten. It was much tighter fitting than I had imagined. The feel wasn’t as bad as I expected, but I’m sure it’s going to be worse over the next few hours and days.
When I brought him the breakfast, I noticed he was up reading his phone. I kneeled like I normally do after I put his food on the table. And he said, could you just hand it to me in bed? I ask him did he need to relieve himself and he said no pissed in the toilet already. He said don’t forget I’m cut off of piss, dicks, and loads two weeks. So don’t ask again. I was crushed.
We went about our morning routines and then he said he was going to be out for the rest of the day. He said straighten up this place it’s a mess and do the laundry. And don’t wait up for him tonight.
To be honest, I have so many thoughts going on right now. Why am I allowing this? What’s he out doing and who is he doing? Am I being truly selfish as he said? Why does he want me caged and why is so important to cage me in front of his friends? Should I text him to come home and talk? Do I need to set some ground rules for our relationship? Do i simply go home? So many thoughts, I just feel drained and so frustrated already in this cage.
Now, Mike made the wrong choice for sure. Master Steve was clearly upset that his faggot didn’t get the point of the exercise, and even though he got good service from another faggot, it’s still not as satisfying as what he wanted to happen.
But how about that last paragraph???
That last paragraph is a CATASTROPHE of faulty faggot thinking! Every wrong impulse is crammed into it, and if Mike were to do any of those things, Master Steve would cut him off at the knees and dump him out along the side of the road.
So instead of that happening, I did that for Master Steve. I lacerated Mike in a long email, screaming through text that faggots don’t make demands or ultimatums or threats to an Alpha. Faggots don’t have the right to become indignant and demand special treatment. Mike is a FAGGOT, not a lover, partner, or even a friend.
I don’t know if Mike did anything stupid, because I haven’t heard back from him after I pulverized him. Hopefully he learned a lesson, but I’m not optimistic.
I do think Mike is handicapped because he was once a Top. This has conditioned him to expect certain treatment that he’s no longer entitled to as the property of an Alpha.
ALL FAGGOTS, RE-READ THAT AWFUL PARAGRAPH! LEARN FROM IT!
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!
Last week I received a Questions From Readers from a former Top-turned-faggot named Mike who had been serving a powerful young Master named Steve. You can read that original question by clicking here. In it, Master Steve had loaned Mike to one of his Alpha buddies for use, which triggered Mike’s residual dominance.
But Mike wrote back with a conundrum, and I decided it deserved to graduate to a full-blown thread here on the site. After nine years of doing this, I usually have a pretty good feel for stories that seem to be intensifying, and this one certainly seems to be.
First, let me present you with the story-length question Mike left in my inbox:
Thanks for your response below on me sharing me with his best friend on his friends birthday.
I’m kind of in a new predicament and not sure what decision I want to make. Last night Alpha Steve and I went to dinner of course I paid. After dinner, we went back to his house and he said he wanted to talk with me about something. He said that before I leave, we would be ordering a Chasity cage for me. I was a little shocked. It’s kind of something, I heard him joke about in the past. He said the main reason he was wanting to do this was because he knew I was jerking off on the days we were not together and I needed to learn that cumming was a privilege he controlled. I ended up giving him my credit card so he could order the one he wanted.
Afterwards, he said he was going to allow me to make a decision, so I had the ultimate control of how it went down. He said the first option was he would cage me in private. I would remain locked for two weeks, but during those two weeks he would not have sex with me. I would only be allowed to watch him have sex with other fags. The second option would be we would have a caging party, he would invite his three closest friends, I could make it public knowledge to them that I was his fag, and I was wanting to be locked. He would lock me in front of them. And then I could serve them drinks that night. After they left, he said he would allow me to drink his piss and fuck and breed me every time we were together over the next two weeks.
He said the choice is yours. We can keep it private or you can begin showing your true self. Then he said it’s getting late you better go. He said I will text you within the next few days and you need to give me an answer.
For me, this is a tough decision. Because I never expected it to go this far.
First of all, let me just congratulate Master Steve for creating this Jigsaw-like domination puzzle for his fag Mike! What’s so brilliant about the choice he presented to Mike is the fact that both options have positive and negative aspects to them, but they’re both designed to reveal to Master Steve exactly where his faggot is in the process of full submission. I love it.
I can also see why Mike is struggling in this trap, because he’s smart enough to realize that he must tip his hand one way or the other.
Of course, I feel like the second option is better, both in a general sense as well as in Mike’s specific case. I just feel like Mike has been serving Master Steve for 1.5 years now and needs to come out as his Master’s property. Sure, it might be humiliating to be caged in front of a couple of Alphas, but they’re Alphas like Master Steve … they’d probably be just as proud as Master Steve will be.
In addition, Mike would be spared the indignity of watching Master Steve breed other faggots for two weeks, a form of punishment far worse than a silly cage.
Mike’s lonely little admission at the end is telling: “I never expected it to go this far”. Faggots often think they’re playing on the same field and in the same game as an Alpha, but they aren’t even playing the game at all – instead, they’re the BALL. All faggots need to grasp that truth and humble themselves in service. Alphas are our greatest Men (at least, they’re supposed to be), and they are typically many steps ahead of a faggot. They’re expert hunters, and they love to play with their catches. Rather than trying to outwit an Alpha, a faggot needs to submit and surrender to the desires of its Owner. By doing this, we allow ourselves to be molded by our Alpha into something better than we could ever hope to become ourselves.
So if Mike is asking me, I recommend that he take the second option. Believe me, being caged personally by his Master will do wonders for him, as will the commendation the onlookers will give him.
Submission to a Master and being locked in a chastity cage are ways for a faggot to truly become what it was born to be, and I want that for every faggot. I particularly want it for Mike, who has come so far and is now at the brink of something quite special.
