The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a faggot named Matt who is owned by an intense 35-year-old Alpha named Master Connor. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Some time ago I received a letter in my “Questions From Readers” inbox from a faggot named Matt. You can read that by CLICKING HERE. In the letter, Matt described some particularly brutal spankings/beatings from his Master, Connor. These abuse sessions would leave Matt in tears and great pain, and then Master Connor would fuck him brutally and breed him.

I was somewhat alarmed by what I heard, although it’s far from the worst abuse I’ve heard of at the hands of sadistic Masters. I also know that some Alphas need the physical violence to get them amped up to fuck (like the way a cage fighter might warm up before a match). I felt like Matt received enough pleasure from the experience to advise him to remain in the situation and give his Master more time.

Boy, I’m glad I told him that!

Today I received an update from Matt that really stunned me. I’m not even going to waste time talking about it. Here’s Matt’s follow-up:

Hi sam!

Thank you for your response and recommending that I stick with it to see if the dynamic improves.

I thought about ways to help with his aggression and anger and came up with an idea. He lives walking distance from a kickboxing facility and I called to see what classes or one-on-one training would cost. I bit the bullet and gifted my Alpha two weekly sessions as a way to unleash his violence in a more constructive way. He was, to my surprise, quite pleased with the offer.

Yesterday was his first session. He had me come over right before to start prepping dinner while he was at the gym. Before he left, I was in the kitchen, just wearing my lace panties to cover my caged clit when he came up behind me and started spanking me. Hard. But not anything like he had been. Just enough to put me in my place and give me a reminder of his dominance before leaving me to cook. I was so anxious about how his session would go and what he’d be like upon his return. 

About an hour later, he came in drenched in sweat. I guess he didn’t bother with the showers there as he lives so close by. What happened next was AMAZING.

Without words, he grabbed me by the hair and had me on my knees burying my face in his ass. At first through his gym shorts but quickly face first into his bare beautiful, muscular ass. It was clear he wanted a tongue bath – telling me to “make out with my asshole like a good faggot”. Gladly!

Just as I was getting as deep as possible with my tongue, he roughly grabbed my head and turned to have me gagging on his incredible cock. It was a very aggressive face fucking but I almost didn’t notice how hard he was pumping because I was so high on the scents and pheromones coming out of his sweaty God body.

I knew he’d likely finish his rut with an assault on my pussy. Which he did. A little spanking involved but, again, much less violent than before. It didn’t take long for him to fully breed my pussy and he collapsed on the sofa next to me. Total bliss. This time just a few tears from me but of JOY! I was so satisfied with my service and his different approach to using me after the workout I had paid for.

But it got better! As I was laying on his chest still glowing from the experience, he actually started fingering my sore pussy as he stared directly into my eyes. I was so confused. Why would he do this? My clit is caged and my service to him alone is enough. Then he began to put those same fingers into my mouth to tongue bathe. He was feeding me his massive load directly from my gaping pussy! He repeated this multiple times to the point that I finally whimpered that I was close to squirting. He played with my pussy a little more but didn’t build to the point of me squirting. I wanted to warn him as I didn’t think he’d want my fag fluid on his sofa or hand. I think I was right!

He then took me to the shower where he had me soap and cleanse his body. He pissed on me and down my throat before getting dried off and in lounge clothes. He had me get the meal reheated and dismissed me as he began watching TV and eating the food I proudly made for him while he was away. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so perfect in a moment as a faggot.

It has been such an amazing weekend! I hope our dynamic continues in this direction! More intimate, less violent but still very distinctly built on the natural hierarchy.

What a stunning departure for Master Connor! I told Matt that I felt like Master Connor was becoming more focused with the use of his power, and he agreed. This is part of what I often call “Alpha Ascension”, when an Alpha becomes more powerful and also embraces that power in meaningful ways that transforms and elevates everything in his life.

This experience only confirms that Master Connor wants complete ownership of Matt. Master Connor is elevating, becoming more than just an Alpha. Any Alpha can spank or hit or punch a faggot. But an elevated Alpha, a Master, wants to imprint his ownership on a faggot’s heart and mind.

That’s what Master Connor is becoming. I’m so glad Matt stayed to witness it firsthand!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a British faggot named Benjamin who successfully used my “Letter To An Alpha” to submit to his straight Alpha friend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

My fag brother Benjamin stunned me with his previous email that detailed his use of my “Letter To An Alpha” to come out as a faggot to his straight Alpha friend as they were on their way to a cabin for a getaway. The response of his Alpha friend to this new information was quite immediate and powerful, and it led to some interesting first few days together in that cabin.

Now Benjamin has written a follow-up email detailing the second-half of their cabin stay, and beyond. It gets wilder from here:

To pick up where I left off, the rest of our time in the cabin was a comfortable (for him especially) routine of service and submission. I cooked, cleaned and managed everything while Master relaxed, ate, drank and did whatever he wanted. There were only 2 other instances where our usual routine was broken.

The first came on the 6th night of 9. Master took an empty bottle out of the waste bin, and took it with him into the bathroom. As a fag, even my brain was able to process what he was doing, and I immediately got very excited that he was about to permit me to drink his Alpha piss, even as I was disappointed that I could not drink from the tap in service brother. He emerged about 5 mins later with what must have been around a litre (half a coke bottle!) which he proceeded to place into the freezer. I will admit I was confused brother, but I did not question Master and his infinite wisdom. Close to an hour (I think) later, he ordered me to retrieve the bottle and kneel in between his feet on the sofa. Master told me this was my first test. I had 1 minute to drink the entire bottle. Any spillage and I would be out. And left in the bottle and I would be out. Seeing as my only option to become his personal fag was to down it all, I went for it. Ice cold piss, even from an Alpha, is not easy to chug down Brother. This fag had to power through brain freeze, and suppress it’s gag reflex to such a bitter, strong taste, to take it all in. I managed with a few seconds left, but had to curl up on the floor at his feet for a minute afterwards until the brain freeze had subsided. In this time I vaguely remember the sound of Master laughing and the feel of his boots sole on my cheek. But I passed Brother, and that is what matters.

On the second to last night, the other test occurred. Master complained in the morning that his balls were full. This set off fireworks in my fag brain. Was I to be able to serve him sexually that night. No was the answer. But he did let me contribute. I was to spend time on Masters hookup apps finding a lady who met his criteria, and organising her coming to the cabin, fucking him, and leaving. I was to pretend to be Sir in this time and I was very successful. I found a 26yo who met Masters physical requirements and matched his kinks closely, and she was set to visit at 7pm. He was pleased, and told me he had made arrangements for me while he was busy. I was to curl up in Masters suitcase, which he then packed with a week and a half’s worth of his dirty washing, mainly underwear and t-shirts from his morning runs. It was fag heaven. I was told that he would be placing the suitcase under the bed. And sound, movement or anything which interrupted his fun, and I would fail my probation. And that is how I spent 3 hours in a suitcase under a bed hearing the ecstasy of a woman being fucked by an Alpha God. The combination of smells, sounds and the slight rhythmic pressure I could sometimes feel from above had me leaking the entire time. Eventually, he pulled the suitcase out and released me again. He did not say I had failed, or done well, only to pack his stuff ready to leave the next day. I will confess brother that in that moment, while packing his belongings, I had one moment of weakness. I searched Masters room high and low for any sign of a used condom, but I found nothing brother. In hindsight it was stupid to think a God would use one, and even if he had, I would not have deserved it, but his constant domination across the weak fried my fag brain.

The next day I drove us home, which was pleasant. Master was behaving almost as he had before, but still calling me fag. He said he had enjoyed the holiday and was already talking about doing it again. I dropped him home and he ordered me to be there again the next morning for his housework. That has become a weekly thing now. I do a week of work, and my Sundays are now spent cleaning Masters entire house, doing his meal prep for the week and if I am lucky a full foot clean and massage while he watches the game. I enjoy spending time with him, and he is very complimentary about the job I do on his house and his feet when I am privileged to do so.

Lastly, we are already planning another trip. As of this week he has found a different cabin, 2 bedroom, with a hottub that he would like. It would cost me about £2000, which is worth it for Master. And I can’t help but hope, given the timescale, that it is meant to be around the time when I pass my probation and become his full fledged personal faggot.

Can you believe this?? I find this experience to be truly amazing!

First and foremost, it never fails to shock me how rapidly purely straight Men adapt to faggot ownership. Years ago when I started the site that eventually became this monster I was constantly harassed by people who mistakenly insisted that straight Men would never do anything with a faggot. Clearly I (and others) have collected so much proof that they do that it’s irrefutable.

Benjamin’s story also serves to remind us to stop projecting our own needs and hopes onto our Alpha, but rather we should serve regardless of how he demands. There were multiple moments where Benjamin hoped for something (like drinking Master’s fresh piss, or sucking his dick) that didn’t happen. Disappointment in that can lead us to resentment or anger, but Benjamin rolled with it nicely!

And finally, Benjamin’s story reinforces something I’ve said forever, namely, that you cannot retain a friendship with an Alpha once you become his faggot. Before this trip, Benjamin was a close friend of this Alpha, close enough to be someone he’d want to hang with on a cabin vacation. But in just the space of a few minutes, really, Benjamin became this Alpha’s faggot, his toy, his slave … and not his friend.

And that friendship is gone for good.

Instead of being his friend, Benjamin became the faggot stuffed in a suitcase under the bed who was forced to listen to his Master do what he cannot: fuck and breed a woman! It’s something like what my second straight Master did to me that I call The Nuclear Option in that it totally realigns a faggot’s brain and makes it more obedient. I honestly always thought my Master made that up and I was the only faggot who ever suffered through it, but I’ve encountered it so many times now I’m starting to believe there is some kind of straight Alpha playbook floating around!

Or, perhaps, it’s just simply Hierarchical truth!

I thank Benjamin for sharing his thrilling experience of submission and service to this powerful Alpha Master! I have no doubt more is coming!

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!

Dear Sam,

your work has changed my life as I’ve come to better understand my role and place as a sub faggot bottom boi, and I’ve had several wonderful opportunities to be my true self and serve a man over the last year. I’m so luckily to have a visit with an Alpha in the Midwest next month. I can’t wait! He emphasizes that I will drink his piss. Thing is I’ve never done it before and have no interest. I know that shouldn’t matter. A previous Alpha made me run his ass, and I came to appreciate how lucky I was to do it and that his pleasure was my focus (it always is).
So, any advice for overcoming my aversion? How should I navigate? FWIW I love manly scents, cum, precum. Please help.
-serv

Brother, thank you for writing to me and those nice things you said! I appreciate it very much!

Piss is a pretty harmless substance, really. It’s mostly just water with some trace elements. It can be tasteless or very strong, and it changes easily with diet. What I’m trying to say is drinking piss is easy if you just do two things:

1. Overcome the mental issue of actually drinking waste water from your Alpha. Some people really freak out over anything that seems unclean (urine is sterile, though). Part of the way you overcome that is by remembering why he’s wanting you to drink his piss – it’s a way to mark you! By doing this, he’s claiming you. By focusing on that, you should be more prepared (maybe even eager) to drink it.

2. Overcome the difficulty of swallowing it without spilling it everywhere. When swallowing it, DO NOT put your mouth on his cock. Keep your mouth open and keep swallowing. Piss comes out much faster than you think it might, so you must keep swallowing once the piss stream begins. Don’t let it pool up in the back of your throat at all. 

Those are my two biggest tips on piss drinking. I don’t know what this Alpha has in mind, but hopefully you’ll be able to integrate what I’ve said here. Good luck! 

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

I wrote a piss drinking Bible. I read it every time before I’m about to take piss to remain focused. Do you have anything to add?

Piss Drinking Bible

Golden Rule: do not touch his penis with your mouth or hands unless told to do so by the alpha

Swallowing piss is one of those aspects of service that I mysteriously took to, even though I consider myself something of a neat freak. Maybe that’s why I got so good at swallowing a complete stream of piss without missing – I didn’t want to make a mess. LOL 

Funny aside: while I was in prison a couple of black Alphas handed me a tall squirt bottle full of vodka and some orange juice and challenged me to drink some of it … I nearly drained the entire bottle in one long squirt! They asked me repeatedly where I learned to do that, but I played coy. I think they knew, actually. 

Anyway, I think your Piss Bible is pretty complete, actually. It seems a bit too thorough for the simple of act of drinking piss, but hey, as a fellow connoisseur, I like it! 

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

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.

I’ll let you know what happens (if he tells me)!

If the ownership of faggots is ever going to be accepted by an insecure, misinformed general population, it’s going to be due to young straight Alphas actually taking their faggots out in public and using them.

Only through demonstrations of such blatant power will there ever be a sea-change in understanding of Hierarchy as ultimate truth.

Leading the charge in this is an incredibly powerful young Alpha named @masterdiaz69 on X. The first six videos above feature Master Diaz using his faggots in public places.

And notice the reaction of people as they pass! The young Men are mesmerized by the sight of Master Diaz having his feet kissed or leading a fag around on a leash!

Intrinsically people know this is the way things are supposed to be.

The world will catch up eventually!

HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

Hello, thanks for offering this forum for us faggots to learn and grow.

I am a 53 year old faggot, I am a former top, not alpha, but typical attractive daddy bear. My young Alpha, 31 years old, Alpha Steve , that I have been serving for a year and a half, had me completely wrapped around his finger.  I was trained that on Saturday and Sunday mornings when we were together, I was to always wake up before him, go make his favorite breakfast and put breakfast on the small table beside his bed.  I would kiss him on cheek and tell him Good Morning Sir and kneel on the floor.  Once he was ready to get up he would always stand and pick up the orange juice and drink some, not even focusing on me.  He would clear his throat, and I was to open my mouth and receive.  I would always say thank you Sir.  He would finish his glass, put it down and pull out his dick.  I was let him rest his cock head in my mouth, not to close and drink his piss. He would sometimes clear his throat and spit again. And of course I would say thank you Sir.  He would eat his breakfast while I kneeled looking at floor.  Once he was done he would tell me to clean up his mess. Yes Sir.  I was never reminded of this this was simply a standard.

One weekend he had his best friend from college stay with us for his Birthday.  They had went out that night drinking, came home late.  I made sure I went ahead and serve breakfast at the normal time, knowing I could always remake if it got cold.  As I came in the bedroom, I put the food on the table, gave him his kiss and said good morning Sir.  I kneel probably an extra five minutes longer than normal and he finally woke up.  He Took a sip of his orange juice, cleared his throat, spit in my mouth and finished drinking his juice.  Open my mouth and the latest cock on my tongue, He warned me that his bladder was extra full, so be prepared. As he started pissing, he said something to me that caught me off guard.  He said don’t forget today’s Randall‘s birthday, And since you didn’t buy him Anything, After you’re done drinking my piss, I want you to go in his room kiss him on the cheek and tell him happy birthday.  I want you then to tell him you want to be his urinal And then you wanna suck his dick.  I didn’t know what to say because all this was being said while he was pissing down my throat.  Has he finished pissing down my throat he said go take care of Randall while I eat.  Once you’re done, come clean up this mess.  I simply said Yes Sir and left.

Part of me wanted to say no, But I felt like I needed to do what he said.  I ended up drinking Randall’s piss as well, giving him a blow job and swallowing his cum.  I told him Thank You Sir when I left.   

My question is, did my Alpha have the right to ask me to do this, or was this unfair?

Thank you for the experience and the question, brother! 

I see that you still have some resistance left over from your time as a Top! You had a reaction to being pushed deeper into submission that I find interesting. Does it say anything in particular … I’m not sure. I think it’s natural for males like you (and a past like yours) to have residual male pride. 

But you’re now owned by an Alpha who has broken you down and clearly sees you for what you are. He also seems to have a plan for your development as a faggot. This is important. There is nothing better for any faggot than to be owned by an Alpha who knows what he’s doing and is capable of guiding the process of sculpting a faggot into a perfect servant. Far too many faggots rebel at this stage, mainly because they fail to appreciate the strong, guiding hand of a true Master.

I must commend you, brother. Even though you chafed at your Master’s orders, you still obeyed. And that’s really the key thing your Master was trying to train into you. You must understand that he’s improving you, refining you. GO WITH IT. When you see what he’s doing, your awe and worship of him will increase. 

But to answer your question directly: yes, your Alpha and Master had every right to order you to tell you to do that. He owns you … and you are his property. But I think you’re learning that already.

Good! 

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I’ve often mentioned this marking phenomenon, and occasionally someone will protest and say that Men are not animals and human pheromones don’t operate the same as they do in animals.

Bullshit.

Cum and piss both have distinctive odors and tastes, and they vary from Alpha to Alpha. Men are marking territory when they cum on what they consider to be their territory.

Additionally, when they cum on the people they possess, they’re humiliating the person and reminding them that they are owned.

So facials are very powerful and full of meaning!

Declan took me out to the pub yesterday and had many drinks. Ordered me to go to the washroom and video myself pissing in the urinal. A guy walked in and said:

“Hey sexy, need me to take your phone and video you pissing Sir?”

I had one hand on my phone and one holding my pants and didn’t have time to hide or move. He peaked over and said

“Oh fuck!!! I fucking thought you were a dominant guy.” He laughed and left
I guess he only came to flirt and try to hook up in the washroom.

After I washed my hands I went back to the table and the guy bought Declan a beer. I walked over embarrassed and he said:

“Hey boy, I bought your man a beer, why don’t you go have a smoke and come back once the men finish talking”

I looked at Declan and he said “Go boy!”

Once I came back, Declan was alone and I asked what happened.

“He loved that you were locked. He thought I was your sub. He was asking me if I would lend you out one day. I took his number and will message him this weekend. He drinks Budweiser, go buy him a beer and let him know it’s from me.”

I walked over with a beer and handed to him and his buddy said: “next time don’t forget my beer boy”

Oh man I was humiliated. Being at the bar and being watched by that group of guys. Outing me that I was owned and cock locked.

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hi Sam,  wanted to reach out to share my story. I was taken out of school when I was 15, my parents were concerned I was being bullied. I drank a bottle of piss as a dare from a boy in my class.  It wasn’t the first, but was the first my folks found out about. First time was a dare. Second time was a forfeit. I didn’t see the big deal.  It never tasted that bad and was almost my party trick. It equal parts intrigued and disgusted my peers,I guess.  I didn’t over think it.  Someone blabbed to their parents who told mine.  Dad came into my room when I was in the bathroom and found my water bottle half filled with piss. My parents pulled me out of school. It took 8 weeks to get me into another one,  a 45 min bus journey across town.  My older brother was disgusted at first,  but then he started to ask questions,  why,  when how long and… why,  over and over again.  He asked if i was gay and I said I wasn’t.  I didn’t think I was.  It was a shitty time for me,  I was pulled out of school away from my friends,  my dad wouldn’t speak to me. About a week had passed , maybe more when there was a knock on my room, it would have been about 4am. It woke me up.  I went to the door and nobody was there,  except my brother’s cup on the floor, there was something in the cup,  it was piss. Not much, but a little.  I could smell it.  I took cup into my room and closed door. I didn’t drink it but went into my bathroom and poured it in sink. I was annoyed that my brother was mocking me.  

Next morning he’d gone to school early,  I wanted to confront him for trying to humiliate me.  I stewed on it all day,  how I was going to confront him.  Hit him.  Tell dad what he’d done. He came home about 4. Before I could say anything he said “There’s more of it,  if you want, but I’ll need my cup back. Is it still in your room?”

It dawned on me then that he did it to be nice.  Allowing me to drink his piss.  Although,  at that point I hadn’t yet,  I’d poured it into the sink. He didn’t know that though and I wasn’t going to tell him.  From that point on most mornings he’d come into my room with a cup, sometimes he watched me drink it,  other times he just left it on the chest of drawers and walked away.  Nothing sexual ever happened between us.  He’s now married with his wife expecting. Parents died a couple of years ago in automobile accident.  I came out to mum but never to dad.  I’m in an equal,  loving relationship.  Our dynamic doesn’t fit the alpha/fag hierarchy. But whether me and my brother get together,  more often than not, at some point he’ll leave room and reappear with something in a cup for me.  We don’t even talk about it,  it just happens. We meet up rarely these days,  maybe every two or three months.  My partner doesn’t know,  nor does his wife.  As I said,  nothing sexual has ever happened between us,  nor will it.  But there’s a moment every time when we’re sitting in silence and I’m drinking from the cup he’s just filled. It feels right and it transcends any emotion or feeling I’ve felt in my current or any previous relationship or sexual encounters. I’ve never discussed it with him but the fact he keeps allowing me to drink his piss shows maybe he feels the same.  I’ll never jeopardise his marriage,  since our parents died we’re all we have left of our family.  We love each other and maybe we have different roles to play in each other’s lives.

Boy this is a crazy story, brother. I’ve never heard anything quite like it. I’m not sure I entirely agree with your reason why he’s doing this to you. I think he’s doing it as a power move also. 

It’s impressive that your brother cares enough about you to help you with this thing he doesn’t really understand other than Hierarchically and subconsciously. It’s still very unusual! Thanks for sharing! 

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Hi Sam, I’ve been following this site for a while now. I’m a total faggot and was reading this story called My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers by a writte named “Chaz” (Or Uncle C). Whereas a 18-19 year old guy (named Barry) gets dominated and turned into a slave by their 15-16 yo stepbrothers (named Gunther and Lukas) who manhandle him, fuck him and make him their urinals everyday. Mid-way through the story, the stepbrother’s 15 yr old cousin (named Dolph) turns not just Barry, Lukas, Gunther but also their father (called Lars) into his sex slaves and urinal. So my question is does this stuff actually happen IRL Can a 15 yr old boy have such control over not just 1-2 boys their age but also full grown man? Have you seen it happen IRL? I’m an older fag (31 yrs of age) who’s into younger teen alphas so I was wondering if I have any chance atp.

Hi, a fag sent you this a while ago, where can I find the whole story?

or do you have stories where a fag is used as an urinal from its Master?

I can’t make sense of what you wrote to me. First of all, I don’t comment on or feature fictional stuff. 

Secondly, as a long-time reader, you should be aware of many true stories I published along the lines of stories like those you mention, so yes, they do sometimes happen in real life. I’m currently following a story about a 15-year-old Alpha who has forced his father to be his first faggot, and that story involves him pissing on his father. I refuse to publish it because of the age of the Alpha (ooops I guess I’m not quite the disgusting pervert some people think I am!). 

The short answer is YES, these things happen in real life. Not a lot, but they do happen.

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Hello sam, its me Ryan again
Thanks for previous advice
I have been with another master for a short period and once he forced me for watersport and i had to drink his piss, though i didnt agree first he forced me to do it. After i did i was bit disgusted and told him im not comfortable. He didnt try after that session. Now after few months im really craving to do it and get trained and im so scared to ask him to do again. How should i proceed or give him a hint that im ready to do it and get trained without affecting our regular meet-ups
Is it going to be a weird situation that i denied once?

This is (I think) a follow-up to THIS QUESTION.

No, it won’t be weird. If this Master is any Master at all then he will understand that faggots act like this sometimes. In fact, I’m betting he’ll be proud of you for considering it more deeply and finally submitting to his will. 

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I’m a free range faggot that primary sucks cocks. Often several cocks in a session. I love swallowing loads but I’m less enthusiastic about drinking piss. How important is this? Usually when a man wants to piss he holds my head tight and doesn’t move. I play dumb. like I don’t know what’s happening and try to suck his cock as best I can to take things in another direction. Is that okay? It feels a little dishonest. But it usually works.

Welcome brother! It’s rare to find proud free-range faggots out here on this farm!

Your move to avoid drinking piss is a clever one (as a prolific cocksucker myself, I’m a little disappointed in myself that I didn’t think of trying that!), and yes, it’s of course a little dishonest. However, if the Alpha falls for it, then I guess it wasn’t that important to begin with!

Since I didn’t have your slick moves, I ended up swallowing piss. In fact, I became pretty good at it! Piss doesn’t always taste/smell that great, but it’s sterile and relatively harmless. And once you get past the shock of it, the practice can be really hot. So maybe stop being so dishonest one or two times and try it, brother!

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Findom Alpha @cashgodMatt is a bearded, brutal, and demanding faggot trainer. He has no problem locking faggots I’m very small chastity cages and reducing their genitalia to skin tags. He devises torturous, SAW-like torture contraptions.

And he loves piss.

Of course, most Alphas do. It’s a primal marking technique, plus it amuses them to no end.

Master Matt’s fag here is given a mouthful of piss, and I thought for sure it was going to spit it out … but the faggot swallows at the very end. Good boy!

Here’s Master Matt doing some foot torture: