This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I get many questions from faggots about the service of straight Alphas. I always warn them – you can definitely serve straight Alphas, but don’t expect it to last forever and definitely do not fall in love. It’s almost guaranteed that the straight Alpha will eventually fall in love with a female and leave the faggot behind.

But occasionally love has erupted between an Alpha and his faggot. In the five years of this blog, I’ve witnessed two marriages between Alphas and their faggots. So ultimately, it’s possible that love can occur.

But the letter I received from a faggot brother named Jamie really blew me away and destroyed any preconceptions I had about the potential of the straight Alpha/faggot dynamic. You see, Jamie met and began to serve a straight Alpha named Dino, and now 15 years later they are married!

The letter Jamie wrote to me is so breathlessly adoring of Alpha Dino (even after all of these years) that I had to re-read it a second time to absorb it all. It is one the greatest love letters I think I’ve ever read.

I’ll get out of the way and let James tell the story:

I first saw Alpha Dino at a friend’s home. He was staying with them while separated from his wife. He emerged from a shower and walked through the room on his way out. He had dark hair, blue eyes, dozens of tattoos, and a body to die for. He only had on jeans, tiny streams of water still adorning his body. Our eyes met and I immediately cast my gaze down, said hello, and tried not to orgasm. He was AWESOME. He grinned a tiny bit and went to his room. I told my friend, “I’m having that “. He said, “No, He’ll KILL you. He’s just out of jail and I’ve seen him beat men bigger than you down for just looking at Him.” I said, ” then I’ll die happy.”.

I stayed the night KNOWING that something would happen and sure enough at 6 AM there’s a knock on my door. It’s the Master. We started to talk and I was just honest about who I am and what I could be for him. We talked for 7 hours without stopping, discussing our past and present. At that time I just thought I could be his side piece and that He’d go back to the wife. I had yet to realize my true calling of faggot. He still had the attitude of Alpha Male but had been beaten down by so many women that He lacked confidence. His wife constantly undermined things like His dick size ( 9 x 5 wasn’t big enough for her) his looks ( He’s the most handsome Alpha I have ever seen) sex takes too long (when Daddy gets horned up he goes for hours and fills his bitch with several juicy loads) etc… so even though He hadn’t realized His Alpha potential, I did. Just as immediately He saw I was a faggot when I didn’t yet know my destiny.

So He decided to give a fag a try, only because I was a faggot who immediately worshiped him and because I was good for his self-esteem. He said we’d have a date. We rented a hotel room for after dinner but we never left that night. He was showering and commanded me to get in with him. He made me wash his Holy body. He got out, barked at me to hurry and wash and get the fuck in bed. I did. We got high and I worshiped his body for 4 hours. He refused to cum. I thought I might die. After lying awake at His feet watching Him sleep for 2 hours I put His dirty boxers up to my nose and mouth and went to sleep. In a while, I was awakened by His foot gently kicking my head. It was obvious I had cried myself to sleep. He grinned and told me to come to Him. He asked what the problem was and when I told him that I realized after our session that I knew I belonged to Him, that I was created for Him. I told Him His cum was all that I needed to be whole, to become everything that I needed to be, that His cum was sacred, it gave life, and how blessed I would be if He chose to gift me with it. He grinned and punched me in the chest. I came INSTANTLY and He became very serious. He told me He hadn’t cum because He hadn’t fucked me. He never came in a mouth because He came so much nobody ever wanted it. Girls had thrown up trying to take his cum, the few who even wanted to try. Never a cum freak I nonetheless told Him it was my destiny to be His and that meant swallowing every precious drop of His sacred cum. As a matter of fact, I had, overnight, developed an overwhelming NEED for every liquid from His omnipotent body. He ordered me to ” go get my fucking cum then cunt.” This Alpha Man/God shot a load like I never had before and I totally became his. I choked and swallowed, He growled and cursed and held me on it, forcing me to take it all.

Then the REAL sex and dominance began. He spent the next 19 hours fucking my face, cunting me for the first time, and showing me that I now belonged to him. That was 15 years ago and I still worship my Alpha God daily. I could count on 2 hands the days He hasn’t gifted me, blessed me with his gigantic load. I am proud to say I know what every inch of my Master’s body looks like, smells like, and tastes like. I am a lucky faggot. It was a VERY rough road for us. The situation fucked with Daddy’s head for years but we both finally found our path as Alpha Male and faggot (now I’m a faggot wife) I have His name, his seed, and His domineering love. Whether He makes love to me, fucks me, rapes and beats me, or just allows me to worship Him until He has no more cum to spray into me, I am truly blessed. He owns my soul. I am His…

I am truly blessed.  One of the best things about my Daddy is his ability to shoot a load and just keep on going. I am such a happy faggot. I am sure we’re not the typical Alpha and fag because of our different life experiences. He truly is a straight Alpha Male who just happens to love a submissive faggot. Not many people understand that He’s still straight. I did get permission to say this. When He decided that I could be one of His holes He was still fucking women, as a Stud should be doing.

But after about 5 years He decided no cunt but me would be allowed to have His cum because it so SO Sacred so He started keeping His used rubbers, tied up and tucked under His nuts for warmth, and bringing them home to lucky me. While I hate to admit I wished that He’d stop seeing women I knew an Alpha deserved to fuck ANY cunt that He wanted. The fact He was gifting me with His cum instead of them told me lots about His feelings for me. I tell you the 1st time he did that I worshiped Him until He had no more cum. We found out that when cum is depleted, then blood oozes out. I had my Alpha God’s sweat, cum, piss, spit, AND blood that night. That was also after the first night He allowed His fucktard cumhole to sleep wrapped in His hard, Macho arms. Now I am allowed to sleep in bed with Him most of the time. Sometimes I sleep at His feet which is very satisfying.  I belong at His feet  and sit on the floor between His legs unless i am busy caring for Him. Sometimes He allows me to sleep with my face in His junk when I have been a good bitchboy.  When I have been stupid or bad I might get smacked or punched or kicked. If I am VERY bad He will make me stand on my knees in the bathroom and watch him piss into the empty tub where I would usually sit and then rub out one one his huge loads and wash it down the sink instead of feeding me.

After 15 years I am His in every way. Thanks to our marriage He now LEGALLY owns me, I have his name, and I have worked my way up His relationship chart. That means from our 1st meeting I was his hole to cum in. That is the bottom rung. Next reward is being His cunt, then His bitch, then His boy, then His baby, and at last His wife. But as He says almost daily, just because I have made it to wife I should never forget that, at my base I am nothing but his hole to cum in. Nothing in this world could make me feel so complete, so at peace as knowing I am my ManGod’s hole to cum in. my life’s purpose is fulfilled.  I am His fag.

P.S. Don’t think it’s been an easy life. Our 1st year or 2 were VERY dark ones. It’s a wonder I am still alive to tell my story. Daddy was, and is, a REAL Man. He’s a thug, He’s been in prison, He’s beaten 5 men at one time with me watching. He’s beaten me badly, there have been separations, misunderstandings, and lots of drugs and sex and bodily fluids PUMPED into me–all of it His–but it was all worth my reward, Him. I only pray that I have been the best cumwhore and perverted dirty bitch that I could possibly be because that’s what my God deserves–the BEST!   

It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?

I absolutely loved the eruption of passion between these two from the start. Sometimes it overtakes us, doesn’t it? This awesomely-powerful straight Apex Alpha saw the worship he wanted in the eyes of this helpless faggot, and simply took it.

I also loved the bit where Alpha Dino would fuck a female and tuck the used condom under his balls to keep it warm so he could feed it to his faggot when he got home. So powerful!

Jamie has hinted that Alpha Dino might be willing to talk to me (apparently he is the strong, silent type) which thrills me to no end. I adore talking to straight Alphas about their road to faggot ownership, but this case is extra special because of the long marriage. I really hope he manages to give me some time!

I don’t know if this example helps or hurts the multitude of faggots hoping for something like this for themselves. I guess the lesson is that you never know what might happen whenever you meet an Alpha, but nothing will ever happen if you don’t submit and offer yourself. Jamie offered himself, and now he lives a dream with a God!

Hi Sam!

I know you’ve briefly mentioned in some of your podcasts and elsewhere about your experience in prison, but I’ve always been curious to hear more depth to what your lived experience was like inside, especially being a faggot. I haven’t been able to find anything else where you talk about it. If you don’t mind me asking, could I ask how things were for you during that season of your life and how being a faggot either advantaged or potentially disadvantaged you? The following are some questions that usually pop into my head:

1) Did you have to stop wearing a chastity cage? If so, was that hard for you?
2) Did you jerk off at all?
3) Did you service many alpha men while inside? In what ways?
4) Was it common for you to give blowjobs to other guys or let other men breed you for their own release?

5) In your experience, are most men in prison sexually fluid? Straight? Gay? Bi-curious?

6) How did you let other men know you were a sub fag?

I hope you don’t mind me asking those questions. I’ve always wanted to ask them ever since I found out about your time in prison. I would absolutely love to listen to a future podcast about you talking about your experiences. I’d find that fascinating.

Thank you, Sam the fag!

Hi, brother! Thanks for the question! 

It’s funny that you mention this, because I’ve been meaning to flesh out more of my thoughts and experiences from prison/jail. I really just spoke about the experience in large brushstrokes on the podcast, and there’s really so much to say (some of it difficult) that it’s hard to really want to try. But maybe your questions could be a springboard to that.

1. Yes, I had to come out of my chastity cage before reporting to prison. I thought I’d be happy about that, but I was, in fact, quite depressed about it. I felt completely uncomfortable without it on. When I was finally released, one of the first things I did was hurry and find my cage and put it back on! 

2. I did not jerk off at all. 

3. I didn’t service many, just two (as I said in the podcast). I guess I could’ve tried to service more, but I was quite terrified for the longest time because guys move differently in those situations and can be quite dangerous. I was less concerned about getting dick than surviving. But regardless, dick found me and I ended up sucking off two straight Alphas a couple of times.

4. It wasn’t common for anybody in that situation and in minimum security (“prison camp”). Oddly enough, it’s much easier to get regular dick in higher security prisons.

5. They’re almost always straight or straight-presenting. Anyone who wasn’t was a faggot, and there were few of them other than me. My saving grace is my personality and my ability to ingratiate myself wherever I am. 

6. I’m an incorrigible and relentless flirt, always making suggestive comments to “test the waters”. But everybody pretty much knew from the jump that I was a faggot. One of the black Alphas in my “cube” starting calling me a faggot within the first 24 hours I was there (we ended up on fine terms, though). 

I hope I answered your questions well enough! This was kind of fun! 

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Hi brother Sam ! I hope you’re doing well ,first I wanted to thank you for all the work you do for the community and bringing awareness to fags everywhere and helping them embrace their faghood and serve masters and alpha men as intended ,you’ve spoken before about your time in jail but I was wondering if you could tell us more and elaborate on your time in there and how you served your fellow alpha in mates -what did you do for them ,how did you serve them and how did you approach the topic ? I would love to know and be inspired by your devotion to being a good fag and slave even while in Jail , thank you brother 

Thanks for the question, I guess! LOL

First of all, I was in FEDERAL PRISON, not jail. There is a big difference.

It took me a little while to get acclimated to being in a place like that, a place where I definitely did not fit in. People move differently when incarcerated, and there are all sorts of petty rules and signals one has to learn. For example, I was almost beaten up by one inmate because I couldn’t stop whistling songs in my head (whistling was used to signal when a guard was coming).

But I’m a friendly person and I make friends easily, so I quickly assembled a few allies. None of them were faggots or gay, but they were more playful about it with me.

As far as what I did Hierarchically, well, I cleaned the bathroom for my floor every day. This was something I did voluntarily, and I did such a good job that several of the black Apex Alphas and God Alphas on the floor rallied around me whenever someone threatened me.

There was an Apex Alpha who ran his own little commissary store from his cubicle, and he relied on me to purchase items for him to replenish his store when he was low. I bought items for other Alphas when they were low on funds.

My two biggest faggot-related accomplishments were:

1. I sucked off two straight Alphas, one black and one white. DeAndre (not his real name) was a 40-year-old black Alpha who looked 25 who I sucked off three times before he left. But my proudest accomplishment was my Master Jack, a jacked 32-year-old white Alpha who was totally depressed when I first met him. Then I began to talk to him about his Alphahood, and he brightened up, began furiously working out, and eventually had me suck his dick in the unused band room with the lights off.
2. I started formally interviewing Alphas about their Alphahood and their thoughts on what made them Alpha and why Alphas are important. I talked about Hierarchy so much that I became known for it, and some people started using the language of Hierarchy with each other. It was quite inspiring to see how quickly they embraced the truth of it. In one case, I used Hierarchical principles to help a young black Apex Alpha named “D” understand why he needed to cheat on his longterm girlfriend, and he was so impressed that he told everybody that I solved his issue!

While I never want to be in that situation ever again (obviously), I learned so much from a Hierarchical perspective that it seemed almost inevitable.

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Do you know how scientists first discovered the existence of black holes? It wasn’t through direct observation, of course, because black holes have such tremendous gravitational forces that even light cannot escape them.

No, scientists insisted that mathematical equations suggested their theoretical existence and predicted how they could be found … and when they looked, they suddenly found these monstrous inter-spacial vortexes! However, even when looking directly at a black hole they didn’t see it, but rather the effect it had on everything around it.

As a younger faggot I was very much like those scientists of the mid-twentieth century, except my field of study wasn’t black holes, but was something that was consuming my life at the time: Hierarchy. I’d served many Alphas, been owned multiple times, and through these experiences I began piecing together and methodically testing what I’ve come to understand as Hierarchical fact today.

Most crucial of my discoveries was the existence of Alpha hierarchy within the larger framework itself. To date I’m the only one who has accurately described Alpha hierarchy, put names and functions to each level of Alpha hierarchy, and then successfully used it to predict Alpha behavior. Mind you, I’m just a faggot who has spent many years in the service of great Alphas, but I was paying attention!

In my head, the math suggested that there should be a Final Alpha, the most powerful one. But how to find and identify such a Man? My interactions with Alphas were largely one-on-one, and I didn’t realize that was the problem. That’s like trying to scan the stars while looking at them through a cardboard toilet paper tube!

I needed to see Alphas together, interacting with each other daily, before the evidence of the existence of God Alphas presented itself!

Funnily enough, the God Alpha I discovered was my bunk mate!

When I arrived in prison camp in July of 2022 to serve time for a crime I never meant to commit, I was accidentally redirected to the wrong bunk. In this camp, the dormitory building was a long straight metal shack with two floors, both identical. A long hallway ran down the full length of each floor, and on each side of the hallway were cubes, each cube containing four cubicles and two beds per cubicle.

I was supposed to be upstairs in the predominantly white section, but I was placed in the lower level with the blacks. Little did they know about my preferences…

When I arrived, I met my “cellie”, a hulking, muscular 53-year-old black Alpha named “B” (everybody had letters for names there except for me). B was in the midst of his fourth long stint in prison for drug dealing, and he knew as soon as he saw me I didn’t belong there. So he set expectations and began teaching me how to move in prison.

Of course I never learned, a fact that amused B as much as it annoyed him. I’d make B laugh long and loud when I’d crack a joke or sass back at someone. “Man, my cellie funny!” B often bellowed to the other black Alphas in our cube.

Because of B I wore a shield of protection wherever I went.

But then I began to notice how other Apex Alphas would visit our cubicle to consult with B (I was ordered out of the cubicle during these Alpha conferences). I watched as B directed a couple of Apex Alphas (primarily an older Apex named Doe) to shepherd a young black Apex named “D”.

I also watched other Alphas in camp slip into our cubicle very early in the morning to leave fresh milk and fruit and other gifts for B to enjoy … tributes, for lack of a better term.

And then it hit me – B is a God Alpha!

A God Alpha isn’t something a Man bestows upon himself. It’s something bestowed upon him by the submission of all other levels of Alphahood.

To this point I hadn’t spoken much about Hierarchy, so I decided to ask B about it.

“B, do you consider yourself to be Alpha?” I asked.

B’s reply shocked me: “I am God.”

A couple of months later the camp’s presiding officer visited our cubicle and was going to move me. But B stopped him (yes, he stopped the head officer!) and told him this: “Naw man, Sam’s the best cellie I’ve ever had.”

I still carry that great compliment around inside me with warped pride.

A month later B was caught bringing contraband into camp and was shipped off to higher security.

But I will see him again. Once he’s free he’s flying to Aruba to marry his fiancé. I told him I’m going to be there. “Sam, if you show up, just know I’m gonna stab yo’ ass.”

Death by God Alpha. What a way for a faggot to go!