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!
