The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The last we heard from Ethan, he was preparing to serve King Karter and a bunch of his Alpha BNWO brothers over the Fourth of July holiday in America. When I didn’t hear back from him, I figured he was either in the hospital recovering, or had been split in half and buried in a shallow grave. Let’s face it: black Alphas are not gentle, especially with faggots.

But then I remembered how much King Karter, Ethan’s Owner, cherished his newest faggot. And King Karter would always make sure his favorite toys are well tended and cared for!

But now, more than a month later, Ethan returns to share the wild details of the greatest holiday he’s ever experienced! Buckle up:

Hi Sam,

I am very sorry for not emailing you after the cookout in July. But I have had a lot of dates since then, partially to make up for the time I had to take off for finals and the time I will take off for the first two weeks of school so I can get a schedule down. I also had to submit this email to King Karter 4 times until he finally approved it; he had me edit a lot out that I wanted to tell you.

I will get to what happened at the party first. (I will tell you what I can) First, the party started on Saturday, the 4th of July. #1, and another fag that was owned by another King, and I got there around 10:00. They rented out a large Airbnb with a pool, hot tub, and a BBQ, with a decent-sized bar inside that was part of the kitchen. I manned the bar and set it up while number 1 and the other fag got the food together and started setting up the rest of the house with lube, sex toys, and other items. They started marinating the meats and making the mac and cheese, pasta and potato salads, and a few other foods that were already prepared when the first group of Kings and a few other faggots started arriving. King Karter could not arrive until later in the evening because he had to work, and #3 also had to come later because of his work.

When we arrived, we were told we had to wear either a very small string jockstrap or a lace panty thong. I chose the jockstrap as I don’t really like wearing girly stuff. We had to wear them at all times unless a king pulled them off, but then we had to put them back on after they were done with us. We also still had to stay locked at all times, of course, so I was locked all 4th weekend, and we had to refer to all of the Kings as “Daddy.” A lot of them liked that, so the other Kings said it was a rule. It was a four-bedroom house, and one of the bedrooms had two twin beds where we faggots could sleep or take our break times. Even though we had break times, there were many times when I would be asleep because I was so exhausted, and then I would just wake up with a huge dick in my mouth or one sliding up my hole. We didn’t have time to really sleep because even if we were on our “break time,” we were still used. There were, in all, about 9 Kings that came and went; most stayed most of the weekend. With 6 of us faggots. The group was originally going to leave on Monday the 6th, but they were having such a good time that the King that got the place called the manager and had the stay extended until Wednesday the 8th. I had to go to work on Tuesday and Wednesday, but I would go back there to help in the evening and to help clean up on Wednesday afternoon.

I managed most of the bar, along with serving drinks and food, cleaning up after them, and giving massages, along with any other needs like laundry and anything else they needed. There was a huge walk-in shower in the main Master suite bedroom where, instead of having one degnated urinal fag for a given time like the last party, the Kings wanted to have like a huge piss bukkake times, so they would pick a faggot pull them into the walk-in shower, we would get on our knees and the Kings would all stand around us in like a circle and piss on us like a bukkake just with piss, we would then have to keep our mouth open and try to drink as much of it as we could. If there was only one King that needed to piss, he would ask around and try to get others to join in. They would pull whoever (faggot) they liked or who was the closest. But I noticed some would pull certain faggots more often. After they were all done, the fag would have to lick up the floor as much as he could, and after the kings all left, we could shower and rinse off so we didn’t smell of piss the whole weekend. They originally wanted to do it outside, but some of the Kings were concerned the neighbours might see or hear it and call the cops or the owner of the place.

We also each had to spend time in the Master suite with a huge King Bed, blindfolded for sometimes hours at a time, and let anyone that came in use us. We were not allowed to remove the sleeping mask until our owners came back into the room to tell us our time was up. That part was a little nerve-racking because I could not tell who was coming and going, who was fucking my mouth or ass. Well, I could tell sometimes by their voice and the way they handled me, like King Karter, of course, especially if I had been used by them before on dates, or at the party. For some, it was more difficult. It was harder, because if I could see and know who I was serving, I could do what I knew they liked. But when you’re just there on all fours on a bed and all of a sudden you have a dick in your mouth and just start sucking, it is hard to tell if they like what you are doing, if they like a lot of tongue or more lips, or more spit, if they like me licking their balls a lot, or strokes with my tongue, or long, deep throat. Sometimes they had me close my eyes under the sleeping mask; they would then pull it up, and then they would paint my face with a few loads of cum and put the mask back on. Then when I would open my eyes again under the sleeping mask, the cum would start to run in my eyes and burn my eyes. Also, they would like to get really rough during those times, with a lot of verbal humiliation, like name-calling and slapping. Which I didn’t mind.

But, there was this brand new faggot named Evan. He came with another King. Evan is just a 19y/o twink, dirty/blond, blue-eyed with a tan, tight body, and a huge flirt and fun guy. He had never been exposed to this kind of party before, so I think it kind of freaked him out a bit.  After his time in the Master suite, he spent a lot of time in the bathroom; I didn’t notice it until #1 came over to me and asked me to go talk to him because he might need someone to talk to. I wasn’t sure what I could do, but I said Yeah, sure. I knocked on the door and asked if he was good. I could hear he had been crying a bit. And I asked if I could come in. I didn’t know him well; we had just met like a day before. So I felt kind of uncomfortable because I didn’t know what to say. I just asked if he was good and what was wrong.  He said he didn’t think this kind of thing was what he was going to do. His King and he had just been fucking for about the last 4 months, and this was the first time he had been with more than one guy at the same time, even though he had been getting fucked since he was 14. I think the time in the Master suite was like an experience he wasn’t ready for; he was a bit scared and intimidated. I didn’t blame him; I was too, and I had been to another party like this before. He knew that he would get fucked by other men before he came, but he didn’t know he would be blindfolded and just used like that. I told him a little bit about my experiences and being shared (I left out the part where the men pay King Karter for it) He was in shook a bit of some of the things I told him, But I also told him it was possibly the greatest experience I have had in my life, that King Karter takes care of me, and watches over me to make sure no one hurts me, has helped me change my life, and helped me fulfill my purpose, the times I get to do chores for him or clean for him and I also get to please not only him but many of his friends, it was worth it, I asked him what he liked the best about surviving his King, Evan said, he obviously loved the sex, he also felt his King made him feel safe and wanted, he loved the force and strength his King had when using him. I told him to focus on those things and not let the other stuff bother him so much, so that he will get used to it soon. Not to freak out and abandon his new King because once he gets used to it, he will probably love everything about it too, like I do. He had a big smile and hugged me after. I think he felt a lot better. I told him if he wanted to talk after the cookout and hang out. Since then, we have hung out a few times, and we have talked on the phone and texted multiple times a week. He has been feeling better about everything. I also told him about your website and Discord. He was shocked because he had never heard of you before and didn’t think this kind of thing was so widespread. He is a cute guy, and I know he will serve many alphas well. I don’t know if he has joined the Discord yet, but he has read many of the stories and figured out which one was mine. He was shocked by the date thing at first, but he said he does not know if he would be able to do it if his King would ask him to. He is still serving him and does not regret any of it anymore, and it has since been shared a few more times, but he is not bothered by it anymore. I think the first time being blindfolded and having random dudes you don’t know use you was a hard intro to being a real faggot.

After King Karter read that part in my previous drafts, he said he was proud of me helping another faggot. He said from what Evan’s King told him, he was sure that we would see Evan again at another party. I think he will still need more time to get used to all of it, but I know he will get used to it.

Anyways, I will wrap it up. Other than the party, I have been going on a lot of other dates to make up for the time I can’t do it during school or when I have finals. I will be starting my last year here. Don’t know if I will stay to get a master’s in business; I think it’s kind of a waste of time. My job is going well, though, and King Karter said he might have big plans for us for next summer if everything goes well this year. But he doesn’t want to spoil the surprise. Now I want to know, but I might have to wait a whole year!

Ok, thanks, Sam! I hope you had a good Summer.

Love,

Ethan #5

As I’ve emphasized many times on this site, there are plenty of Alpha groups across America and around the world that host parties where they share their faggots. Some of these are gay Alphas, but more often they are straight or bisexual Alphas who own fags. Yes, I know it sounds like fantasy (or porn), but it 100% really happens. Alphas like the opportunity to bond sexually with each other, sharing power together, and they know the truest expression of that is by using faggots together. These Alphas like to hold court together and be treated like Emperors.

Or did you think King Karter used the title “King” just for effect?

I’m so proud of Ethan for maintaining his composure and service level throughout the entire extended party, through the mid-sleep rapes, etc. It’s not easy to stay in the moment when you’re constantly being hunted by that many giant black dicks!

Just ask poor Evan!

Again, I am so proud of Ethan for taking on that mentor faggot role in order to comfort his inexperienced brother! I knew Ethan was a mentor fag, and this was his moment to shine! It’s REALLY not easy to try to talk someone down in the middle of a high-stress function like this party, but Ethan did a good job getting Evan to talk and reason out about his purpose. It’s no wonder King Karter singled out that part for praise!

You know, I remember when King Karter first took ownership of Ethan, and how overwhelmed Ethan was by the experience. To see King Karter’s training and care yield such fine fruits is truly wonderful. It glorifies his Master, and demonstrates Ethan’s maturity and value! There aren’t many faggots as impressive as Ethan in the world! I’m glad he’s finding such blissful fulfillment in King Karter’s service!

Thank you, Ethan, for continuing to share your journey! And thank you King Karter for allowing him to share it!

Always,

sam the faggot

This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend Giovanni. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This site and my work here has been blessed many times by the true stories of powerful Alphas from around the world. Taken as a whole, they form an indestructible tapestry outlining the truth of Alpha Males and the vast power they wield over our world.

But even among all of the names of truly great Alphas featured here, one Alpha stood above the rest: my beloved Master Lorenzo.

He captured my heart with his sharp intellect, his thoughtfulness, and his generously multitasking heart. His rescue of little Gio and his mother remains one of the most astonishing exertions of power I’ve ever witnessed on this site. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. That’s just an everyday occurrence for a God Alpha like him.

After several fruitful years of sharing between each other, a few months ago Master Lorenzo wrote me a letter to tell me I would no longer hear from him. You see, in his vast wisdom and power Master Lorenzo had reached out to two other international Alphas featured on this site – Master Juan of Brazil, and Master Jose of Mexico – and arranged for all three Alphas (and their faggots) to live and rule as Kings together at Master Lorenzo’s new estate.

I read and re-read that letter, suddenly feeling lost and quite sad. I felt discarded and useless. After all, I was privileged to make Master Lorenzo cum multiple times via phone sex, rare gifts of hearing the intense groans of pleasure of a God Alpha like him that I still treasure.

And now my Master Lorenzo was abandoning me. It was like losing a limb.

But last night, like a beam of sunlight after a dark, stormy night, a gorgeous letter from Master Lorenzo appeared in my inbox! And this letter, composed by a God Alpha at the peak of his powers, contains such profound truth and insight that I was left breathless with joy!

Here’s what Master Lorenzo wrote:

Hello, my lovely and sweet faggot Sam

This is your Master Lorenzo from Brazil again. Four months ago, I told you that I’d need to refrain from sending your updates to focus on me, my Alpha brothers, and my fags. Well, I’m happy to say that things couldn’t be better. It’s a cold winter here and I’m living the life of a King that I’ve always deserved.

I hope your remember how my plans were, but in case you don’t, I’ll give you a summary: I wanted to bring Juan from Spain and Jose from Mexico to my house and build a true heaven for Alphas. I had Gio and Rafael with me. Juan had Bruno, and Jose had no fags for him. After a few weeks on our WhatsApp group, we managed to do it in June, while Juan and Jose would be in their summer vacation. Juan lives with Bruno and is a successful professional, so it was easy to come here. Jose lives with family members and had no money to come here, so Juan and I paid his trip for him. They arrived on June 4th and I made a detailed schedule for us to become the most powerful Alphas we could become during the time they’d be here.

I knew that Juan was as powerful as I am, a true God Alpha to conquer fags by my side. Jose, however, although a powerful man as well, is not in our level in hierarchy. So I agreed with Juan that, once they all arrived here, we would establish a hierarchy where I am the one and only King, Juan would be my partner next to me, Jose would be a less powerful Alpha under us, and the boys would be serving us 24/7.

As soon as Jose arrived from Mexico, we picked him up at the airport, brought him to my place, and showed him the fags. Bruno, Gio, and Rafael were on their knees and kissed Jose’s feet. Then I told him that I had 2 fags and Juan had 1, so I would lend Rafael for him. We had a major orgy together, I started mounting Gio, Jose fucked Rafael missionary style, and Bruno rode Juan’s cock. We bred all the boys, and took a long nap together, while the boys went to the kitchen to cook dinner for us. When I woke up in my bedroom, Jose was cuddling with me, he naturally approached me while we were sleeping. Juan went to the bathroom to take a shower, and I told Jose that I was really happy he was there with me and my fag. He said it was a great pleasure and a honor to be there in my Kingdom of Alphas and fags.

I took this opportunity to tell him that there was only one King in my house, and that I wanted him to respect the hierarchy. From then on, I would choose which fag he would fuck because I had full priority. Jose agreed and did not complain of anything I said. Then I kissed his mouth and asked if he had ever tasted Alpha seed. He looked at me a little confused and said that he had never thought about that. My cock was already rock hard, so I just told him that I would not force him into doing it, but sucking my cock wouldn’t make him a faggot, it would just be an act of respect toward a bigger Alpha. He admitted that during our conversations online when we first met he briefly fantasized about touching my hard cock, then he said that he wanted to fuck fags the way I had mounted Gio.

That was that I needed to reinforce the truth of hierarchy in my house. I held his head and very gently said “so come here” and directed my hard cock to his lips. He said that he was willing to suck me and swallow my load as long as I didn’t tell the boys. That was a reasonable condition, as it was his very first day in my house and the fags would probably submit less to him if they knew he took my load.

Juan came back from his shower. I told him to go to the kitchen and keep an eye on the boys. When he left the room, I locked the door and my cock was already leaking precum, desperate to be the first Alpha dick to enter Jose’s mouth. He was telling me the truth when he said that it was his first time, he had a hard time serving me at first. Unlike Gio, he is not a natural-born cocksucker, but he was making an effort to serve his big Alpha brother. I did not fuck his throat as I do with my boys because that would be disrespectful. Jose is not a fag and should not be treated as a fag. He is just a clever and respectful Alpha who acknowledges that there is only one King in my Kingdom. I did not force him to look at me either. With my fags, I make them look at me all the time to make sure they understand they’re cocksuckers born to serve me. With Jose, I let him close his eyes and taste my cock for as long as he wanted. I can tell he enjoyed it. Not as a hungry fag would enjoy, but as an Alpha who knew that from then on he would become more and more powerful under my direction. I shot a nice load in his mouth and felt my balls getting empty. He respectfully swallowed every single drop and I kissed his forehead.

Then we joined Juan and the other boys in the living room. Gio and Rafael were cooking, while Juan was sitting on the couch with Bruno giving him a wet blowjob. I chuckled and said “so you put my boys to work while yours have fun?”, my brother then answered “well, Bruno is also working hard here”. We laughed together, bonding as Alpha brother should always do. I left Bruno serving Juan in my living room, went to the kitchen and my two boys were cooking for all of us. I kissed both Gio and Rafa on his lips, told them that I was really proud of how well they were behaving with my friends. I told them that for the next month their pussies would be used multiple times by the three of us, and the fags thanked me for the opportunity.

He all had dinner together, cuddled together for a while, and then I gave them the rules for the following month:

Juan and Jose will stay here from June 4 to July 4. During this time, as Juan already agreed, Bruno will serve us 24/7. I will also have my boys serving us 24/7. We promise not to hurt or cause any harm to our fags. If any of the boys cannot take more dick, we’ll respect that. If at any point you boys feel unsafe or uncomfortable, you must tell me and I give you my word that I will keep you safe, protected, and happy. You must obey all of us, but I have the final word in my house. Whenever we are together, I choose the fag I want to use first, then Juan chooses his, and Jose picks the remaining one. You boys will receive specific instructions about how we want you to behave. 

So Sam, I will not send you all the updates now because it was a full month when I probably shot around 100 loads in my boys’ asses and throats. I also fed Bruno multiple times. Now things are going back to normal, with Jose and Juan back to their homes. I will also go back to my normal routine soon but we kept our group chat and will definitely get together again soon.

I’m back now and hope to keep in touch with you, Sam—my favorite and most wise faggot. There is too much to tell you about this month with the guys here, but what I want to share now is that I did not create a mere opportunity to breed fags and hang out with my friends. I created in my house a true school of hierarchy, where Jose understood his place as an Alpha, and Juan and I explored our roles as superior God Alphas. The boys, of course, have learned a lot as well and are quite happy with the hundreds of loads they took. I told the guys and the fags that I would summarize our experience and keep in touch with you, otherwise you’d receive multiple messages with the same stories. I should also say that we deleted our previous email accounts because we had them public on multiple places and we were receiving messages from hundreds of fags willing to serve us. I convinced the guys that we must focus on our own Kingdom now, so we’ll reduce our online presence. But I do want to keep in touch with you, Sam. Without your wonderful work, I would have never met the guys and built such a great paradise for Alphas and fags. Now it’s okay to publish this story on HU because they all know that Jose sucked my cock multiple times when he was there.

I feel awestruck again just reproducing that letter!

First and foremost, let me just say that this creation of an Alpha paradise – more properly called a Kingdom – is exactly the way Alphas are meant to live. This is the life Masters Nick, Matt, and Jin lived in Toronto, and the way Masters Dino, Chad, Dean, Cal, and Shane currently live at The Mansion. It is a life of unending physical worship and pleasure, of course, but it also completely satisfies the Alpha need to reign and be exalted. It is the Final Form for God Alphas, their Ultimate Life.

From Master Lorenzo’s description, you can tell how thrilled the faggots were being constantly used and useful to these three powerful Alphas! This is the final destination for faggots as well, and I’m so very proud of all three fags (Gio and Bruno are my friends and brothers) for such deep devotion to service!

It’s very interesting that Master Lorenzo discusses the idea of Alpha hierarchy reinforced through sexual service, because I was actually planning an article on that very subject. As usual, Master Lorenzo and I are perfectly in sync!

Some undoubtedly think that Master Jose is actually not an Alpha because he serviced Master Lorenzo orally a few times, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Without going into great detail here (I’ll save the rest for the main article I’m planning), I’ll just explain it this way: Alphas who sexually service more powerful Alphas actually GAIN POWER by doing it. You see, Alphas are very hierarchical creatures, and respect is a huge subconscious motivator for them. So when a lower-tier Alpha sexually submits to a more powerful Alpha, he is honoring a code accepted and understood within the Alpha fraternity.

So when faggots submit and serve Alphas, it makes us more submissive … but when a lower Alpha submits and serves a higher Alpha, it energizes and strengthens both Alphas. I haven’t heard from Master Jose about this yet, but I bet he agrees.

I’m so proud of Master Lorenzo for using his money and influence to bring Masters Juan and Jose a great distance in order to make this experience happen! So much fulfillment was accomplished through the creation of this Alpha paradise! I have no doubt Master Lorenzo is making plans to expand such a paradise in the future!

At the end of his letter Master Lorenzo added this:

(Finally, Gio wants me to tell you that he started his degree at Nursing School and he is really excited to become a nurse in the next few years. That was a relief for me because for a long time he told me that he wanted to be my “sexy dumb faggot”. But fortunately I convinced him that his twinky face and ass will not last forever, so the boy is now actually pursuing a profession.)

I can’t express my pride in my baby brother Gio! I’ve also had talks with Gio, trying to encourage him to reach out and build something beneficial for himself. I’m impossibly happy that he’s making such a wise choice!! I love you, Gio!

Finally, I just want to publicly praise my dear Master Lorenzo.

Master, I thank you from the depths of my humbled heart for the gifts of power and wisdom and love you have shared with your Alpha brothers, your faggots, and me. I’m grateful to once more feel your mighty hand on my head as I kneel at your feet, safely enveloped in your shadow.

And thank you for not abandoning me, Master!

I love you, Master Lorenzo!

Yours,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It seems Master Anthony has really turned a corner on the sexual use of faggots! Not only is he constantly breeding Fabien, but he’s also bringing other faggots into his stable and getting them bred by him and his Alpha Pack.

Last week’s orgy was quite the eye-opener, and I was wondering if that extreme experience might’ve caused Master Anthony to pull back a little bit. But Master Anthony is literally beyond the cares of all lesser males, and these kinds of constraints fall off of him like rain on a newly-waxed car.

Fabien wrote me a painfully-brief recap of what happened this past weekend, as Master Anthony arranged yet another orgy this weekend. What it seemed to lack in intensity, this latest one went farther in extravagance.

Just a quick note while I’m once again tidying and cleaning the flat! 

Anthony loved last week’s orgy so much that he made a new one this Saturday night! To build up on the previous one, I’d acquired an ancient Roman-style couch. I had the privilege of rubbing and licking his feet when he was lying on it while a pretty girl stroked his hair and fed him, and another worshipped his cock! I’m afraid Clément had a bit of a struggle this time with the double penetrations, but Henri kindly agreed to give him some rest.

Fortunately, a few other slaves are still around to help me get the apartment back in order before the Master returns! Am I a bad faggot for secretly hoping that we won’t have an orgy every single week?  I have to admit they’re exhausting, before, during and after!

But as long as Anthony is happy, nothing else matters! If I have to work myself to the bone to make his wishes come true, then so be it!

Fabien truly is a perfect faggot, and I think Master Anthony knows it. Fabien has been working tirelessly, living off of adrenaline, dopamine, and cum. I also love that Fabien went out and bought a Romanesque couch to complete the sense of Kingship that Master Anthony deserves! That’s going the extra mile for sure!

I’m so happy for Fabien. He’s in the midst of something with Master Anthony that will change his life forever and serve as an everlasting privilege in his heart. He’s cherishing every moment, as he should!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I haven’t been writing much from Fabien’s perspective recently because (a) he’s been working tirelessly in service to Master Anthony, and (b) because Master Anthony has recently taken over the storytelling duties as I’ve been able to dig in more in my communications with him.

But I also had another motive: I knew Master Anthony was planning a giant orgy at their shared place that would feature his entire straight Alpha Pack, faggots Fabien and Clement, as well as an unspecified number of girls.

Fabien told me about this event, and I could almost hear him shaking with excitement on the other end of the email. Indeed, I was shaking with a combination of excitement and nerves. I was just hoping the event wouldn’t lead to some sort of drama given the odd mixture of straight Alphas, faggots, and straight females.

Fabien told me a terrific plan he had for the orgy. He went out and bought Romanesque togas for all of the Alphas, and a gold Roman Civic Crown for his Master Anthony (as the God Alpha). I thought this was a masterstroke of genius by the industrious little faggot, and I knew it would be a huge hit.

Things went silent for a couple of days, but today I received this incredible update:

SAM!

OH MY BROTHER! WHAT A NIGHT!

I’m just taking a few minutes to tell you that Saturday night’s orgy went VERY well! We have been about twenty at the flat: Anthony and five of his Alpha brothers, four girls and no less than ten male slaves, including Clément and me! They were from college or gym, and I believe one of them is the brother of one of the guests.

The Men absolutely LOVED dressing up in the style of ancient Rome! Anthony was throned in the center, wearing a beautiful white toga that left half his torso bare, and a laurel wreath on his head!

We slaves wore only our underpants. We worked hard to serve and entertain the Men and their ladies! We had to humiliate ourselves, bark on all fours, catch the food thrown at us, fight each other, crawl on the floor, sing, serve as seats or footrests, worship their feet and muscles and armpits, all under their bursts of laughter and shouts of joy.

The Masters chatted, laughed, ate, drank, danced… And above all, fucked! By the end of the evening, all of them had put their dicks into several slaves’ mouths and asses. The girls also took part in satisfying the Men. I got spit-roasted again! We slaves all had cocks that fucked our throats and asses at the same time! But Anthony was the only one to ass-fuck me, by his own decision. I sucked many dicks and licked many feet, but I’m the only slave who got just one cock in his ass.

Anthony was clearly having a very great time! At the end of the evening, he was French-kissing a lady while two others girls were licking his hard cock and two of my fellow slaves were worshipping his feet. I must confess I felt a hint of jealousy for these girls and my brothers, but I immediately suppressed this feeling by focusing on Anthony’s happiness, which is all that matters! I’m so delighted to see him receive all this adoration! And even then, it’s only a fraction of what he deserves!

Everyone’s still fast asleep this morning, so I’m writing this e-mail taking advantage of being the only one awake. Anthony is in his room with two girls. Henri is in the guest room with another Alpha and another girl. The other three Men and the last girl are huddled together on the sofa bed. Clément and two other slaves have slept with me on the kitchen floor. The others were sent to sleep on the landing and in the stairwell. I’ll check on them after I’ve served breakfast to the Masters. The apartment is an incredible mess! I hope I’ll get some help from my fellow slaves, because it’s going to be very long and very tough to clean and tidy everything up! That’s how it is: for the Superior Men to enjoy themselves and have fun, we inferior males have to work harder! And what a pure bliss to make them happy!

I’m about to wake up my co-slaves in the kitchen to start making breakfast! Bye!

Lots of love!

Fab the fag

Letters like that one drive me forward in this crazy pursuit!

First and foremost, notice that Master Anthony rounded up more faggots so that all of his straight brothers could have plenty of holes to fuck all night! Remember, Master Anthony just started using faggots sexually a few weeks ago, and now THIS happened. But it’s all due to his unparalleled leadership and brazen confidence that anything like this could even happen.

This orgy was a perfect way to mentor his Alpha brothers into trying faggots sexually, because in a Pack setting each Alpha pushes the next to try new things and conquer new obstacles. Unknown to the rest, Master Anthony was actually helping his Alpha brothers unlock power within themselves. And honestly, that’s the best gift one Alpha can bestow on another.

I’m so glad the faggots (including shy Clement) could handle the double penetrations (which I’m sure weren’t gentle). And I really love that Master Anthony fucked his faggot in front of everybody, but like a King retired to bed to fuck two more females while his faggot slept in the kitchen. There is no end to his power.

Fabien had no training or mentorship from anyone except maybe me … and INSTINCT. And that’s important to remember. A natural faggot like Fabien is BORN to serve. He MUST serve. And look how he responds to that call, by serving his Master perfectly! I adore my little brother Fabien!

I haven’t heard from Master Anthony, but I’m sure something’s coming. But regardless, I’m so grateful to hear that this orgy went so well and everyone finished feeling fulfilled and joyful!

Thank you, Fabien!

This is known as Alpha bonding.

Between Alphas, all behaviors are acceptable. These elite bros keep each other’s secrets and know their superior fraternity will always rule regardless of what they do.

Being Alpha means you have a VIP pass to life!