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!

The story Fabien told us a couple of weeks ago about accompanying his Master Anthony to visit Master Anthony’s straight Alpha cousin Arthur. Fabien did an amazing job of dropping little seeds of hierarchical truth for Arthur to consider, and he was definitely intrigued. I was so proud of my baby brother!

I also knew there was going to be more to this story … but wow, the story Fabien just sent me goes beyond anything I was imagining!!!

Let’s hear it:

My beloved big bro,

I realized that you had published the story of my encounter with Arthur, my Master Anthony’s older cousin! Thank you so much! I’m so proud to have opened this Alpha’s eyes on Hierarchy and our respective places in it!

I’ve just spent a wonderful week at the feet of these two Superior Men. I should at least tell you what happened the next morning after I wrote to you last time, because that was huge and it set the stage for what happened since then! In fact, I had written down some notes that very day so I could remember as much as possible of what I had said and send it to you later!

The next morning after my last update, Sir Arthur was the first Alpha to wake up and go downstairs while I was doing a little cleaning. He was still half-asleep, shirtless and gorgeous in his pajama boxers. I rushed over to greet him, kiss his feet, and offer my services. I was kind of hoping he’d have me take care of his morning wood, as Anthony had suggested, but he simply asked to have breakfast in front of the TV. I complied immediately, served him, and remained discreetly at his disposal. When I cleared away his breakfast, I timidly asked if he wanted anything else and suggested a foot massage. To my delight, he gladly accepted!

I knelt down in front of him, took his foot in my hands with the utmost respect, and gave it a thorough massage. His moans of pleasure sent shivers down my spine! He looked at me with amused curiosity. Suddenly, he asked: “Are you happy to be my cousin’s slave? Aren’t you a little upset about being dominated like that?”

I smiled at the opportunity to continue my hierarchical teaching. I answered very honestly: “Actually, Sir, I’m happier than I ever was before. Because I have found my true nature and my true purpose. My life has a meaning. I told you, Sir, my existence is to serve an Alpha Man like you. And thank you very much for allowing me to massage your feet. That’s one of my favorite things to do.”

“Really? Why do you like that?”

“Because I got to kneel in front of a Superior Man. To gawk at him while he’s resting in his glory. To touch his feet, the lowest part of his body, therefore the part I’m closer to. And above all, to make him feel good. That is such a privilege, Sir. Thank you very much.”

He had the same smug smile as Anthony. I could see that I was converting him to his destiny as an Alpha and a Master. So I kept going!

“Please, Sir, imagine what your life could be. You would never have to waste your time doing any menial tasks ever. Cleaning, cooking, running errand or whatever else… That is below you. That’s what slaves are for. You got to spend your time doing whatever you really love, Sir.”

My words captivated him and his expression grew more serious. He slipped his hand into his boxers. Deep down, I smiled triumphantly. I brought his foot to my lips and tenderly kissed his toes.

“Imagine, Sir. Inferior boys and girls constantly at your beck and call. Doing whatever you want. For your comfort, your pleasure, your fun. You don’t have to be nice to them, you don’t have to be polite to them. You can degrade them as much as you want. You just do as you feel. You are the only one who matters. They cater to your every need, they obey to your every whim.”

I gently rested his foot back down and moved closer to his crotch. Seeing that he wasn’t stopping me, I respectfully pulled his cock out of his boxers. A big, proud cock! I looked him straight in the eyes as I whispered.

“All the glory and all the wealth of the world laid at your feet. Just because you exist. Because you deserve everything for you who are. Imagine, Sir. Inferior males groveling before you and serving you. The most beautiful women begging you to fuck their pussy.”

I gently sucked on the head of his dick, still looking straight into his eyes, then said “This life can be yours, Sir. That is your birthright.”

Something clicked inside him. Arthur grabbed my head and forced me to suck him off. He stood up to keep going. He fucked my throat very roughly until he came inside me. With my mouth still full of his semen, I looked up at him adoringly and whispered, “Thank you so much, Sir! I saw in him a kind of new, almost frightening rage. Heavy breathing, he flexed and admired his muscles, as if he was rediscovering his body, marveling at his own power. Then he said, “Worship me. WORSHIP ME!” I rushed to kiss his feet fervently, while I heard him whisper, “That feels good… that feels good…” Then he stomped on my head, saying “Do you like that, slave?” I managed to stammer. “Yes, Sir! Thank you for honoring me!”

That’s when we heard Anthony’s amused voice. “Having fun?” He came downstairs, pleased with what he saw. “Here, I’ll show you how to use him”. So Anthony picked me up, threw me on the couch, and fucked me in the ass.  Arthur watched intently, before deciding to fuck my mouth at the same time. After they both came inside me, Anthony asked his cousin, “Want to give it a try?” And Arthur was more than happy to!

Arthur is the first Man other than my Master to have fucked me in the ass! Usually, during parties with his Alpha bros, he reserves that right for himself with me. But this time, they both had their way with me, I was spit-roasted one way and then the other. They laughed heartily together, praised and encouraged one another, while I was serving as their sex toy. By the end, I was exhausted and sore, but so proud and happy to have helped strengthen their bond! And to have helped awaken Arthur to the pleasures of power and faggot ownership!

You can imagine what the rest of the trip was like! Catering to those two Alphas was exhausting. Luckily, they brought some girls around to have fun and sex too, which freed up a little time for me to do other servile things ahah!  But I felt so useful and so at home at the feet of those two amazing Men. After all, I have been the first faggot to both of them!

Anthony and I are back at his place (aka “my” apartment), and life is getting back to normal. But I have to admit I’m hoping to see Arthur again from time to time, hopefully soon… And I can’t wait to find out how his life will change now that he knows the truth! I look forward to mentor some faggots to serve him as he deserves!

I hope you’re doing well, big bro!

Lots of love!

your loving little bro

fab the fag

WOW!!!

Fabien continues to impress me with both his dedication to pro-level fag service and also his mentor-level representation of hierarchical truth. His training and development under Master Anthony has resulted in an incredible array of skills.

What he did to both teach Alpha Arthur and then help him to take action is a masterclass of faggot enticement. This is how it’s done! Fabien reminds me SO MUCH of how I was in my early days, utilizing my intelligence, my ability to apply hierarchical principles, and my ability to make straight Alphas to feel comfortably excited to convince multiple straight Alphas to try using me. It’s one of my proudest accomplishments as a faggot, and I sense that Fabien is proud to do that, too!

I’ll point out a technique Fabien utilized effectively here to get Alpha Arthur to finally give in to his desires: at one point Fabien made a sexual move (like positioning his head near Alpha Arthur’s dick) and then gave him some encouragement. This combination of stimuli proved to be the cocktail that caused Alpha Arthur to finally take whatever he wanted!

Honestly, this encounter between Alpha Arthur and Fabien should also be credited to Master Anthony. He knew the skills of his most beloved faggot, as well as the needs of his cousin. Master Anthony understood that he only had to arrange the meeting and leave the rest to Fabien. It really reveals Master Anthony’s trust and pride in his wonderful, talented fag!

I know I’m proud of Fabien, too! This is a landmark example of how to seduce straight Alphas! Thank you, dear Fabien!

I love you, baby brother!

sam the faggot

Didn’t think there’d be so many other guys owning faggots all around the world! One of my cunt boys showed me this site, it’s awesome knowing that anywhere in the world I can find some servicing and fag pussy to use and breed.

Kayn here, Sir or Master to you, fag. 17 years old, finishing up high school in a month, and bet you can’t guess how many men I’ve owned through cunting them out (my new favourite word! Thanks fag!) I/m so grateful for my dad’s super alpha genes, me, my older brother, and my dad are all mega strong powerful men, wherever there’s men, we see potential bitches waiting to be owned and fucked. Right now, I can hear my older brother cunting out (love that word still) one of his boy faggots and its girl, dad is fucking the shit out of a gym uncle in the garage, and I got two muscled fags bred full, fucked stupid to exhaustion and kissing my feet right now.

Dad tells and teaches bro and me about how to be proper owners of our faggots, ever since we were young he told us we were different, born to lead and rule and be in control. He’s in the military, so we moved around a lot, until we settled where we are for the past six years. It’s rare to have a day where there isn’t a cunt boy or faggot in our house, either taking care of domestic shit or taking care of our alpha need. Andy (my bro) and I are basically younger versions of dad, his genes are that strong, bro is the bigger version, taller than dad and wider, while I’m shorter than both, but I love how my size makes guys think they’re my equal. I’ve tossed around bodybuilders like toys, my muscles look so much bigger on me, and what I lack in height, I make up for in my 10 inch bull-cock compared to their 9 inches. And I’m still growing and getting stronger!

That’s it from me. I got a cunt who’s rubbing against my cock like a needy slut, and I/m going to wreck it’s pussy again. The other is gonna make a late night snack for the rest of us once we’re done giving our fags some good cuntings. Hah, I love that word, it’s going into my dictionary from now on!

Oh, dad and bro are straight or bi, they don’t care. Me though? I’m gay, and own it proudly. And I will beat the shit out of and punish anyone who thinks I’m weak because of it. Understood? Good.

Master Kayn, thank you very much for writing to me and making such a powerful introduction!

Alpha genetics are amazing, aren’t they? I can’t believe scientists dismiss Alphahood in general or the concept of Alpha lineage when it’s so obvious! Just look around! I’ve served Alpha brothers in the past, known multiple Alpha brothers in one family, and I’ve covered countless true stories of Alpha fathers with Alpha sons! The evidence is overwhelming!

It certainly helps to raise proper Alpha sons when there is father teaching them hierarchical truth like your amazing Dad, Master! You and Master Andy were gifted superior genes from him, but he also taught you how to wield that great power! I adore God Alpha fathers like him! He reminds me of God Alpha Dino, and how he raised his two God Alpha sons. Their stories and more are in the right sidebar.

I would love to hear more about your family; how you were raised, how you learned about the ownership of faggots, and your first impressions when you started using fags, Master!

Thank you so much for introducing yourself to me! If you want to write back, you can use the Ask A Question box, or you can write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com!

Thank you, Master!

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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’ve been the First Faggot to at least five straight Alphas, and each time it’s happened I’ve felt such a weight of responsibility. I always want to give Alphas good experiences, but with straight Alphas who have never known what’s it like to be serviced by a faggot, there’s more importance to get it right. I’ve always taken this responsibility seriously.

Fabien is a faggot after my own heart. He’s the little brother I never had, and we both see eye-to-eye on the importance of our purpose as faggots of straight Alphas. We also value and cherish every opportunity we have to be of service to these Kings!

Fabien’s latest update tickled me because it’s full of the joy as well as the scheming that we faggots do when dealing with straight Alphas who are oblivious to the purpose of faggots.

Read on to learn more:

My beloved big brother,

I definitely don’t want to make the same mistake of forgetting to tell you about an important moment in Anthony’s life (and mine), so I’m using the time while the Alphas are sleeping to write you a recap of the day!

My Master and I have been staying in a lovely little villa near the beach since yesterday. Today, while Anthony went to see some friends who were visiting nearby, I was supposed to pick up his older cousin Arthur at the train station. My Master told me that he thought his cousin was probably an Alpha (he’s very popular with girls, scores a string of conquests, and is generally very well-liked by everyone) but that, to his knowledge, he didn’t use any slaves. So I had the pleasure of meeting Arthur today and taking him to the beach, where he wanted to spend some time, and then at the villa, where he’s spending the week with us.

As soon as I saw him, I knew that my Master Anthony was right and that his cousin was an Alpha. Arthur is in his early thirties, about my age, and he exudes confidence and charm. You’ll probably think I’m obsessed with Spider-Man (and maybe I am!), but I think he has a bit of a resemblance to Andrew Garfield when he was younger and more muscular. In any case, my servile instinct kicked in immediately when I was with him!

When I met him, I took his luggage and asked him what he wanted and what I could do for him. I’ll try to transcribe as faithfully as possible (albeit maybe simplifying a bit) the conversation he and I had while we were walking to the beach and I was carrying his things.

“So you’re Tony’s roomate, hey?”

“Actually, I’m more his live-in servant. That’s why I am at your service as well, Sir! Tell me anything you want.”

He chuckled. “What do you mean? Does he pay you to clean his house and stuff like that?”

“No, he doesn’t pay me. Actually, I’m the one who gives him money! He deserves all I can give to him, and more.”

He looked at me with a mixture of amusement and puzzlement. Anthony hadn’t told me what I should or shouldn’t say to his cousin, but I felt it was my hierarchical duty to tell the truth to this Man who, clearly, wasn’t yet living the life he deserved to his full potential.”You see, Sir, there’s a Male Hierarchy, and the Alpha Males are at the top. They are the strongest, most confident and powerful Men who are natural leaders. The most superior Alphas are the ones who own and use slaves, especially male slaves.”

He wore an incredulous smile. “And so, men like you…”

“I’m not a Man. I don’t deserve that name, because I’m at the very bottom of the Hierarchy. I’m a slave. I was born for this.” He seemed more and more interested, though he was still skeptical. So I went on.

“Me and other males, we are natural slaves. We exist to serve Alphas and be used by them in any way they want. We serve them domestically, of course, financially, and we praise and worship them. And even sexually.”

He was surprised. “What? I thought Anthony’s was straight! We used to chase girls together, I practically trained him when he was a teen!”

“Then you did a wonderful job, Sir! Anthony is very popular with girls, I can tell you! He fucks them again and again! But even straight Alphas use inferior males sexually. They fuck us because that increases their power and their dominance. That doesn’t make them gay. Actually, they’re the straightest of straight Men.”

Arthur was silent for a moment, clearly deep in thought. When we were at the beach, and he was resting in the shade on a lounge chair after swimming, I sat in the sand, near him, practically at his feet.

“May I ask you a question, Sir? When you were in high school or college, or even now at work, do you have any bootlickers, any minions? People who do your every bidding? Don’t you see the people who bend over backward to please you?”

“Yeah, sure… In a way, I guess… I mean, I’ve always been popular…”

“That’s Hierarchy, Sir. You could certainly have slaves like me if you wanted. And you could fuck them whenever you want!”

He thought for a moment, then shook his head. “Nah! That’s too weird!”

I shrugged. “Suit yourself, Sir. As an Alpha Male, as I gladly think you are, you are entitled to do what you want. If you don’t want to fuck males, just don’t. I would simply say that, in my humble opinion, you’re denying yourself a great power that should belong to you. And I’m saying that with all the respect I own to my superior, Sir!”

After another moment of silence, he asked me “Do you really think I could have a… a slave like you are to Tony?”

“At the very least, I think you should own some servants to do your chores, Sir. A real Man should never stoop to menial tasks unworthy of him. That’s what slaves like me are for. And yeah, I think you would remained stuck at a lower-level Alpha if you don’t use slaves sexually.”

Another silence. I’m almost certain I spotted an hard-on under his swimming trunks… And then, out of the blue. “Would you suck me off?”

I beamed. “Believe me, Sir, I would be very happy to do this for you. But I belong to my Master Anthony. I’m his property, and I cannot possibly submit to any other Man, however Alpha he is, without his explicit approval.”

When we got home to the villa, Anthony was already there. The two cousins shared a manly hug, and my Master motioned for me to unpack and set up Arthur’s things in the room assigned to him. (The two Men sleep upstairs, I sleep on a futon in the kitchen.) When I came back down, I brought them some glasses on a tray while they were chatting by the pool.

“See! I told you my boy would think to serve us drinks! Good boy! So you told Arthur everything about us?

“Does he really do everything you tell him to?” 

“Of course! He’s a slave! Look. Fab! Crawl on the floor!”

“Right away, Master!”

I did as I was told. I crawled on my belly, I kissed Anthony’s feet, Arthur’s feet. Anthony put his foot on me. I felt so honored and proud to be used as a trophy by Anthony to display his power in front of his latent Alpha cousin. I was ready to obey every single order at once.  Then I lay down on my back. Anthony cleaned his feet on my face.

“Do you like that, slave?”

“A lot, Master! The dirt on the bottom of your feet is worth more than me, Master. Thank you!”

They both laughed. I could tell Arthur was getting more and more comfortable. 

“Want to give it a try? Go ahead, he’s all yours! He has no dignity, he’ll do whatever you want!”

“I don’t know… Slave! Do ten push-ups in front of me and kiss my feet every time you go down!”

I obeyed. And I was glad I’d done some working out under Anthony’s orders to make it possible!

I made dinner while they were having fun in the pool. and I waited on them at the table. Later, I served them drinks and served as their footrest while they watched TV. I took the opportunity to lick Arthur’s foot that was resting in front of my face. I glanced at him to see if he was satisfied, and we shared a smile.

When they went to bed, Anthony said to his cousin, “If you wake up before I do, ask the slave for breakfast! And you can feed him your morning wood. He’s very good at blow jobs now.”

I’m exhausted, I’m going to bed, too! I have hard work to do tomorrow: two Alphas to serve and worship! It’s a lot for just one faggot, but I’m so happy to be helping my Master’s cousin awaken to his Alphahood!

Lots of love!

your loving little bro

fab the fag

Fabien does something here that I’ve emphasized countless times: be courageous, frank, and proud when speaking to straight Alphas about being a faggot or about hierarchy.

Why? Because it DISARMS straight Alphas, who are surprised you’re not ashamed. Also, when you speak plainly and frankly about your hierarchical purpose, it allows the Alpha to absorb and admit the truth of hierarchy through such reasoning.

Once you have straight Alphas on their heels, they become curious about why creatures like faggots exist, and what they can do with one.

An example of this: once Arthur learned of faggots, he asked, “would you suck me off?” That’s exactly what my first straight Alpha, Master Roger, said to me!!! It’s always where the straight Alpha brain goes once they learn they have a proud slave available to use!

All of this was possible only because Fabien was courageous from the start. He’d fixed in his mind that he was going to teach Arthur the truth about his service to Master Anthony, defend his own truth as a faggot, and be a teacher of hierarchy to this unknowing King.

Because of that mental/emotional work Fabien had done beforehand, he was ready with responses to questions he knew would eventually come. That casual frankness disarmed Arthur (as it does other straight Alphas), which allowed Fabien an opening to teach through words and actions!

I’m so impressed by Fabien! He’s learned so much about how to teach with purpose while also serving at the highest level. Master Anthony must be SO PROUD to own a great faggot like Fabien, who only ever honors his Master with exceptional service and obedience!

I know I’m proud to call him my brother and friend!

I love you, Fabien!

sam the faggot

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Maybe once a generation a God Alpha appears who seems to not only overcome all challengers and obstacles, but who also alters our perception of reality and possibilities. This one effortlessly controls others as easily as a child plays with toys, and all of creation seems to bow to his will.

In the series DUNE, this one is called the “Kwisatz Haderach”, or universal super-being.

In our world today, he is called Master Anthony.

Ever since I first started featuring him on the site, there has been a growing contingent of my readers who have become obsessed with him. For Master Anthony, this is nothing new. Everywhere he goes people cater to him, submit to him, and serve his whims.

After I published yesterday’s update from Fabien, I received the following question:

“Could you ask Master Anthony if he still owns or uses Daniel his teacher?”

I felt a bit embarrassed that I’d forgotten about Daniel, so I asked Master Anthony. Here was his reply:

Good faggot! Yeah of course Daniel is still a slave of my stable! I gave him a break for the summer and I’m no longer his student now, but he begged me to keep using him after that! LOL I’ll check with him to see if he’s being compliant and obedient with the Alpha students he’ll have in his classes next year. Over time, I’ll see if I still require his services or if I’ll just leave him to the next generations of Alphas who will attend the university with him.

Taking a quick look at your site, it seems like Fabien didn’t tell you when Daniel begged me to fuck him in the ass? My boy forgot his homework! I’m going to have to punish him hard!

I thought that was an excellent answer by Master Anthony, but I wondered what he meant about a missing story regarding Daniel.

And wouldn’t you know, a couple of hours later I received an update from Fabien:

My beloved big brother, please forgive me again! It was back in May, I had even drafted an email to send you to tell you the new, but then I got caught up in other things and it slipped my mind…

One Saturday night, during an Alpha Pack party at the apartment with several slaves, Daniel was there to pour drinks and serve as a footrest. The Alphas raped several of us, and Anthony did me the honor of ass-fucking in front of his bros. Even though my master’s boot was pressing down on my head while he shoved his big cock deep into my ass, I could still see that Daniel was mesmerized. He was practically drooling!

The next Monday, after Daniel’s class, Anthony had throat-fucked him in his office and left him covered in cum, then went to hang out with his friends. Daniel texted me, and we exchanged several messages. Here’s a translation of them:

“Fabien, I have to tell you something. Ever since Saturday night, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I dream about Anthony taking me from behind, but at the same time, it scares me. Do you think I should talk to him about it?”

“YES! Tell him! No, better: BEG HIM to ass-fuck you! Believe me, brother, he will be thrilled and he will accept. You will reach new peak of slave happiness!”

“I fear it hurts…”

“Of course it will hurt. A lot. But what is more important? Your comfort or Anthony’s pleasure? You already know the right answer.”

After a moment without a reply, I sent him one last message. “You are a natural slave. You know it. Remember your place! Do your duty! I know you will make me proud, brother.”

I let Daniel mull it over. The next evening, while I was worshiping Anthony’s feet as he relaxed watching TV, Daniel came over to the apartment. He rushed over and knelt before the Master and mumbled “Master, forgive me to bother you, but I need to ask you a big favor. You have done me the honor of enslaving me and showing me my true nature. Would you be willing to sodomize me, Master? I beg you with all my inferior heart.” Then he fervently kissed Anthony’s feet. Anthony beamed and roared. He said “How far have you come, slave? Here you are, crawling at my feet, begging me to take your anal virginity. Boy, go get some lube!”

I rushed to obey as Anthony pulled out his cock. He grabbed Daniel roughly, threw him onto the couch, and pulled down his pants. I assisted my Master in sliding his wonderful cock into his teacher’s hole. Anthony didn’t go easy on him; I could see Daniel moaning in pain and shedding tears. I stayed close to him (Anthony was holding me down on the ground with his boot, too) and whispered words of encouragement to my brother, advising him to kiss his pendant engraved with Anthony’s name. I was very proud of him: after that, he thanked Anthony very emphatically!

Since that day, during parties with other Alpha students, Daniel has been fucked in the ass and spit-roasted several times. If you could have seen his eyes… You could tell just how much of his ego, every last shred of his masculinity, had vanished. All that remained was the realization that he had finally found his place as a slave and sex toy to his own students.

Here’s the story, my beloved bg brother! I hope it pleases you! Sorry for taking so long to share it with you!

Lots of love!

fab the fag

Now THAT is one hell of an update!

I love this update not only because it shows how methodically Master Anthony submitted and trained Daniel, but also because the story highlights Master Anthony’s overwhelming power to force others (including Alphas) to obey him!

God Alphahood fits Master Anthony like a superhero suit!

Flush with power because of Fabien’s adoring update, Master Anthony finished with this flourish:

Here you are, faggot, you have it! You can see why daniel is so desperate for me to keep him as a slave, hey? I’m sure you faggots are forever in love with the Alpha who ass-fucked first haha!

Bye, faggot!

And then Master Anthony added a message in French for Fabien:

Voilà un bon garçon obéissant ! Tu es pardonné, va ! Je suis un Maître miséricordieux. Mais je vais peut-être quand même te fesser, juste pour le fun !

Translated:

There’s a good, obedient boy! You’re forgiven—go on! I am a merciful Master. But I might spank you anyway, just for fun!

Fabien is the luckiest faggot on the planet to be owned and used by Master Anthony! He is the perfect faggot for a most perfect King!

Thank you to both my Master Anthony and my brother Fabien for this!

Yours Always,

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 God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been an excruciatingly long time since I last heard from my faithful brother Fabien, the French faggot owned by straight, Tom Holland-lookalike Master Anthony (last update was APRIL!). However, I knew two things: (1) serving a straight God Alpha like Master Anthony will keep any faggot busy, and (2) Fabien was planning another wondrous, months-long summer break for his Master and his Alpha pack! I certainly didn’t want to interrupt any of that!

But you can imagine my joy when I opened my email last night to find a letter from my brother! Just listen to how Fabien starts it off:

My beloved big brother!

I am so so so sorry! As I was cleaning out my emails, I realized I failed to reply to your last email before summer! Brother, I beg your forgiveness on my knees! I’m an unworthy, ungrateful little brother!

Such a little drama queen! LOL! That’s okay, though! A little groveling is good for us fags!

But here’s Fabien’s fabulous update:

This summer is AMAZING, and I’ve been super busy! We spent a good part of August in Spain, where we got to see a total solar eclipse. I can tell you that Anthony was very pleased with me. When he heard about the event, he told me to do everything necessary so he could see it. He then discovered that I’d already had everything planned for weeks just in case: a vacation there for him and his Alpha brothers and their own slaves, and special glasses for the Masters to watch the eclipse… He was over the moon! He fucked me in the ass all evening and let me sleep next to him, with my head near his cock. I love it when my Master is this happy with me! I’m so thrilled! On the day of the event, Anthony allowed me to watch the eclipse and lent me his glasses for a few minutes, while the other slaves had to remain on the ground at their masters’ feet and worship them for the entire time. They were only able to look during the total phase of the eclipse. That’s only natural: Alphas have privileges! After all they’re the sunshine in our lives and they light up our days all the time!

Before that, in July, we visited several beaches and vacation resorts in North Africa. It was a smaller group, with just Henri and his slave Clément. The four of us had a wonderful time together. Clément and I are now in complete symbiosis in serving our two Masters, just as they are with each other. We love to watch their manly friendship and being their servants and playthings when they’re enjoying themselves together. We massaged and licked their feet several times while they were sunbathing side by side by the pool in public! Some of the other tourists were surprised, but it became a habit, and we were thrilled to reveal the truth of Hierarchy! I can tell you that some beautiful young girls were turned on by the sight and ended up in the masters’ beds… I have to say, I love seeing this wonderful brotherhood between my Master and his best mate Henri. And I admit I feel a twinge of pride at all the little signs that show Anthony is the leader and Henri is one level below him in the hierarchy. He always gets first dibs on choices (girls, activities…), and even though they often have moments of rivalry (in physical challenges, games…), Anthony always wins, and Henri clearly respects his superiority. But of course, that doesn’t change the fact that Henri is light-years aove me in the Hierarchy and that I happily grovel at his feet!

Also, this summer was a lot of fun for Anthony at the movies, with two films starring Tom Holland! My Master jokingly asked me if I would leave him to serve Tom if I had the chance; I replied that I already had a God who welcomed me at his feet, and that this privilege was more than enough for one inferior. To me, Anthony is already Spider-Man, Telemachus, and all the heroes, kings, and gods of history!

Anthony and I are going to spend the rest of August in a villa by the sea with an older cousin of his, who’s about my age. My Master told me that his cousin is undoubtedly an Alpha, but has no experience owning slaves. I wonder how that’s going to turn out!

I apologize again and again for taking so long to reply to you! I’m often overwhelmed and exhausted, though I’m very happy to devote my life to making my beloved Master Anthony’s life even better. But I should never forget that I owe it all to you for opening my eyes to my true nature and my destiny as a faggot. I kiss your feet in shame and guilt! And I’ll kiss Anthony’s feet and suck his cock for you!

Lots of love!

fab the fag

Such a wonderful update!

One thing Fabien excels at is preparation and anticipation. He’s always ten steps ahead, planning ways to satisfy his Master’s needs long before his Master knows he needs it! This is not easy, but Fabien makes it seem easy because of his natural talents.

Another thing Fabien is especially good at is keeping his ego and jealousy in check. Many faggots struggle with this (I know I did), but Fabien knows his place and embraces it. In fact, I’d say Fabien enjoys the fact that he’s Master Anthony’s personal slave and plaything. He’s so humble that it makes my heart rejoice!

So I wrote back to Fabien with some of my thoughts, as well as a stern refusal on Fabien’s offer of foot worship. I wanted to know how he was able to afford all of these lavish vacations, as well as how he was handling hearing/warching Master Anthony fuck girls. He replied this way:

Haha! I don’t turn tricks on the side (no time for that!), but it’s true that my finances are tight! Fortunately, I manage to save up during the year, since I no longer treat myself to anything other than pleasing my Master (which is more than enough!) and other slaves of the Alpha pack contribute to the Masters’ lifestyle! Thanks to our combined efforts, we are able to provide them with a living standard that comes a little closer to what they are entitled to.

My Master sometimes does me the honor of letting me be there when he’s fucking girls! Not always, but sometimes I’m kneeling in a corner or at the foot of the bed. Once, I was licking his toes while the girl was riding him. I’d say I find him a little gentler and more considerate with the girls. Mind you, he’s obviously very dominant and expects them to respect and to worship him, to say so and to show it! But you can sense a desire to be a little more romantic and to care at least a little about their own pleasure. Whereas when he fucks me or one of our faggot brothers… Let’s just say we’re not much more than living sex toys! LOL I also get the impression that he growls and roars more when he’s fucking me, whereas he makes moans of pleasure with the girls… But maybe I’m just being overly interpretive!

I will be more than happy to worship Anthony’s feet and cock to make amend to you! Thank you for giving me such a punishment!

Lots of love,

fab the fag

I do wonder if Master Anthony is using these fuck sessions as a training method for Fabien, or if he just likes showing off (might be a combination of both). When used with affection, this method of allowing a fag to watch can be a bonding experience. But when it’s used to retrain a jealous fag, it becomes a more painful Nuclear Method of destroying/rebuilding a fag. Thankfully, there is genuine love between Master Anthony and Fabien!

I told Fabien to kiss Master Anthony’s feet and suck his dick for me if he really wanted to apologize for leaving me hanging.

So it was no surprise when I received something in the mail today:

Hey faggot!

My good boy fab sucked me off and told me it was from you haha! Nice of you to check in! fab told me he gave you the gist of our summer. It was great! We’re going to spend some time soon at a beautiful beach villa with my cousin Arthur. He’s a really cool guy I haven’t seen in two years. I’m pretty sure he’s an Alpha, but I don’t think he’s using faggots, haha we’ll see if he converts!

Bye, faggot!

Master Anthony simply oozes raw God Alpha energy, even in a letter. His power grows daily, and he’s becoming impenetrable and unassailable as a King. It’s such an honor to even know him!

As for Arthur, I have no doubt Master Anthony will convince him of the joys of faggot ownership! Master Anthony is one of the great mentors of lesser Alphas, and they always obey!

I’m so happy to have heard from both of them! Let’s see if I hear back from them again before Christmas! LOL

Love,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

During my life I have been owned by multiple straight Alphas. Those many years of experience led me to create this site, which was originally titled “FagsWorshipStraights” on Tumblr. During those first few years I received plenty of flak for my relentless assertion that straight Alphas owned and used fags like me.

These days people no longer question it, because the evidence is piling up here and everywhere that yes, many straight Alphas do indeed own faggots … and always have!

I’m saying all of this because Queen Sophie (and I) received quite a shock a couple of days ago, one I should’ve seen coming.

READ ON:

Oh my good sam! I absolutely must tell you what happened!

As I mentioned last time, Raphael instructed me to come spend Sunday with him until he leaves on his trip. I arrived at his place late on Saturday night and quickly took in his beautiful apartment. We spent yet another wonderful night of love, during which he penetrated me through every hole.

That morning, after I’d taken care of his morning wood, I got up to make him breakfast, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back close to him. “No need, wait just a little.” We cuddled tenderly, and just a few minutes later, the door opened and a young pretty boy, in his twenties I think, walked into the room!

Seeing how surprised we both were, Raphael remained calm, with one arm behind his head. “Sweatheart, this is my home slave. Hi boy. Meet the woman I love, Sophie. You’re to serve her as well. No wake-up blowjob this morning, Sophie has already taken care of it. You’re going to bring breakfast for the both of us. Sophie, my love, tell the slave what you want for breakfast.” I quickly regained my composure and told the boy what I wanted, and he rushed outside saying “At once, Ma’am!”. I turned to my lover and master. “What’s his name?”  He replied, nonchalantly. “I don’t remember, not even sure I ever asked him. I don’t care.”

As you can imagine, I was at once amazed, excited, and, deep down, not all that surprised to discover that Raphael was also dominating a boy serving him domestically! While we were having breakfast in bed, the boy was worshipping Raphael’s feet. At one point, the master motioned for him to kiss mine, too! Oh, what a strange pleasure I felt!

Raphael and I spent a wonderful day, snuggled up at his place, filled with tenderness, conversation, and fun. A minor incident occurred during the day, but it was no big deal. While his slave was serving us drinks as we sat on the couch, he almost knocked over a glass. Exasperated, Raphael grabbed him by the ear and ordered him to be more careful. I shyly tried to intervene. “Come on, Raphael my love, don’t be too harsh…” But he immediately silenced me, without even raising his voice. “Shut up, woman. The man’s talking.”

After the poor boy went off to do other tasks, Raphael made things crystal clear. “Don’t ever interrupt me again when I discipline my slaves, and never undermine my authority. I hope I have made myself clear.” I felt both guilty and aroused by his natural power. “Absolutely, my love. Sir. Fogive me. I shall behave.” I was relieved that he forgave me right away. “Good girl. I love you so much.” Then he passionately kissed me.

I had planned to help Raphael pack for his trip, but he quickly made it clear that I was there solely for companionship, affection and sex, while his slave handled all the logistics. On Monday morning, we said goodbye on his doorstep, while the young boy was waiting for him with his luggage to drive him to the airport. After a long, warm hug, Raphael said to me “My slave is at your disposal while I’m away. You can summon him at any time to serve you and your son Lucas, for whatever you need.” I replied  “Thank you so much, my love! Lucas often has his own servants to help me around the house, but I’ll keep your slave in mind if needed!” “What an impressive young man. I can’t wait to meet him. Have a wonderful time together, sweetheart.”

I’m already looking forward to seeing him again! I almost feel a twinge of regret for not going with him as he had told me to, but I’m overjoyed at the thought of seeing my son again soon. These two weeks would be so long without him!

Master Raphael owns faggots!!!

It really doesn’t surprise me that much in the larger scheme of things. Apex and God Alphas like Master Raphael have tremendous needs for worship and service that far exceed what only one person can provide. Owning a private entourage of females and/or faggots gives a God Alpha a feeling of completeness about his life and a fulfillment of how he views his Kingdom.

I love the way he sprung that faggot on Sophie! I’ve heard of this being done before. I think Alphas do this with females to test their reaction to their ownership of faggots.

Of course, Queen Sophie already has extensive experience with straight Alphas owning faggots because of her son, Master Lucas. But still, how weird that Sophie has that in both her son and her lover! I’m not sure what those odds look like in Vegas, but they must be nearly impossible!

I’m just so delighted that Master Lucas will now have a God Alpha mentor who will understand his needs for power and worship! They’re elite Alphas whose needs are poorly understood even by other Alphas!

Master Raphael and Master Lucas will be able to speak freely to each other in a language only they’ll understand, and I know it will only make Master Lucas even that much more powerful and confident!

But finally, I must commend Queen Sophie. She has done everything correctly in submitting to Master Raphael’s power, and she’s shown resilience, strength, and flexibility while learning how to serve/satisfy her Master and boyfriend!

I’m so grateful to be her faggot as well!

Love,

sam the faggot

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

In the history of this site, I’ve covered some Alphas so powerful that they feel dangerous even in writing. These are God Alphas who are less human and more like elemental forces of nature.

Among these, Master Chad reigns supreme.

Master Chad is the straight Alpha son of God Alpha Dino. I was there when Master Dino taught his prolifically-fertile firstborn about the purpose of faggots, and Master Chad responded by breeding fags with as much gusto as he bred females. The humans inhabiting his planet are merely toys with holes for him to fill with his prodigious cumshots.

Today Master Chad lives in his perfect place, leading Hierarchy Island, killing game, and being served by an army of faggots and females while ruling alongside a handful of Alphas. It’s an idyllic existence for sure.

At Master Chad’s feet are 13 biological sons, gathered to him on the island from the various female incubators he’s impregnated. Statistically-speaking, not all of his boys would be Alpha. But what if some of them were actually faggots?

Listen to what Master Chad is discovering:

Sup cockjockey, 

    Dino mentioned rappin with ya this morning and it got Me thinking. Maybe ya heard about this kind of situation I got on My hands cause even Pop is uncertain how to deal.

      For sure 2 of My boys are fags. Gavin and Justin display all the signs but Gavin is different. Tough as an Alpha but definitely not one. For instance, he goes up against any of his brothers but steals My fuckin dirty socks for God knows what. He sneaks around at night to watch Me fuck. I catch him sleeping with My boxers covering his face. I sleep like im dead so who knows if the little fuck is licking My nuts and shit while I’m sawin logs. LMFAO I am his focus. It’s a lot like bunny’s need for Pop growing up so I know I got another bunny in him. But here’s the deal, say c.c. brings Me a beer. Gavin will go get another can, set it beside Me and take the one his mother brought and throw it away. Then the fucker will  just beam a smile at Me. Once Cal got My jacket for Me and Gavin punched Him in the nuts and snatched the jacket away and brought it to Me. He’s on Me every second and fights his brothers if they dare to interrupt his playtime with Me. He’ll sneak in bed with Me and c.c. at night and I find him with his face in My crotch or My pit. Little fucker wants his Daddy all to himself and will fight anybody, even adults who try to horn in on his scene. Goddamn faggot, He’s so into Me I already know what’s gonna go down one day, right cumhole? The looks he gives Me sometimes are fuckin pure unadulterated lust. A fuckin 8 year old is slobbering for My cock without even knowing what his feelings mean. All he knows is he wants Daddy’s attention and does his best to outdo everyone else to please Daddy, and to be near Me. Fucker can hold his own against his superior Brother, the Prince. Mommy is the only tough faggot I know of but I don’t know how she balanced all that. I miss her badly. I wish I could talk to her about this shit. She’d know exactly how to handle this. Poor c.c., she understands Gavin’s desires but it still hurts her a bit that the child she loves and raises gets pissed like it’s a competition for Me. She’s managed to make a game of some shit she does for Me by including him and it’s helped. But I still got the rough stuff to deal with. What do I do with a baby faggot in love with Me and willing to fight everybody to capture My sole attention? Fatherhood is, at one and the same time, fun as fuck and harder than My cock after a week of no sex. Pop has told Me how He’d handled bunny but she’s a pussy. Gavin is not.

   Well cumhole, what’s your ideas on the subject. Ever met a subservient faggot who could beat ya up? Ever heard of anything like this before? Get back to Me when ya can.

It’s crazy to imagine Master Chad being lusted over by one of his faggot sons. Of course, Gavin is too young to even understand what he’s doing. It’s pure instinct driving Gavin’s actions, a primordial faghood working itself out.

I’m sure most fathers (Alpha or not) would react in horror if their sons acted like this. I know mine did. However, Master Chad is accustomed to his overwhelming presence forcing subs into deep submission to him. Gavin’s actions are less surprising and more about revelation.

This type of situation, one that so often results in broken relationships, can be handled effectively because Master Chad knows hierarchy so well. Hell, he DEFINES hierarchy! This is why I’m so adamant that people learn hierarchical mechanics. It gives insight where was once only fear.

In terms of what to do, I don’t think there really is anything to do. Gavin is too young to know what he’s doing. Scolding him will only confuse him more.

Just let him grow into whatever nature intends. If Gavin truly is a faggot, then there is no better place for him to embrace his purpose!

The following post is part of a thread following Kamal, a faggot who has a desire to serve his Alpha professor uncle Farid. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When Kamal initially asked for me help to approach his Alpha uncle Farid, I was almost as nervous as Kamal for multiple reasons. First of all, I’m always uncomfortable about service arrangements among members of a family given the risk of fallout. I was also nervous about the potential culture issues involved with this arrangement. All of that anxiety was piled on top of the typical concerns we fags have about offering ourselves to straight Alphas.

Kamal followed my recommendations, and quite frankly his uncle Farid responded in such a surprising way that even I was taken aback (it takes a lot to shock me).

Ever since I published that last post, I’ve been waiting anxiously for a follow-up. Last night that response arrived, and it couldn’t be any better!

READ THIS:

Sam,

You thought me insane for not surrendering immediately, but you misunderstand—I was ready to collapse at his feet that very night. It was Farid who imposed the delay. He wanted me to sit with his offer, to be certain I understood the weight of what I was choosing. He would not let me rush into his possession until he was satisfied I had truly considered the cost.

I waited. I thought. And when I knew—when I was certain—I went to him.

I knocked timidly on his study door. He called for me to enter, and when I stepped inside, he did not gesture toward the couch where we have had so many proper conversations. Instead, he turned in his chair to face me fully, and he spread his legs wide, and he gestured to the floor between his sinfully inviting thighs.

I went to him. I knelt there, looking down at the carpet, but he said, “Put your hands on my thighs and look at me.”

I moved further in between his legs, close enough that the air I breathed off his crotch was not only scented but warm. I placed my trembling hands on his thighs and looked up into his eyes. I held his gaze for a few seconds, but the intensity of it—of him looking down at me from that position, of what I was agreeing to become—overwhelmed me, and I placed my head on his left thigh, my nose almost touching the middle seam of his trousers, and I breathed deep.

I heard my uncle’s breath hitch in response. His hand came to rest on my forehead, but instead of the paternal love that gesture usually signifies, his hand crushed my face into his crotch, and I was grateful—so grateful—that the choice was taken from me, that I did not have to act on the desire to do just that but that he made me, and that made it somehow more beautiful.

But just as quickly as his hand had crushed my face into his body, it left, and his voice said, “Kamal, I want you to know that whatever you say to me tonight, all we will do is speak. I will not take you even if you have come to tell me you want it. I will not have you look back on this night and think I guided your responses somehow because I wanted you. Don’t mistake me; I want you. I want you desperately. But tonight I will hear your answer, nothing more. My darling boy, don’t be afraid. Whatever you have to say to me, I will love you like I always have. My love is not on the table. It is not part of any deal. It is there for you always.”

I looked up at him and said, “Uncle, everything you say to me, every memory I have of loving you and you loving me, convinces me that this is the right thing for me. To belong to you. I have come to tell you that I accept your terms. You fill me with joy, uncle. You always have. And I can’t wait for you to fill me with a more selfish love. With your need and your desire. I am made for you. I am the luckiest faggot in the world that you not only want me but refuse to stop loving me. I have thought this through like you commanded, and I am yours.”

My uncle smiled at me and said, “Kamal…”. His voice broke a little as he said my name. “Kamal, go to your room and sleep. You have made your choice and I respect that. Go and sleep your last night as your own man. Tomorrow when you wake you will be mine.” 

I came to my room, and wrote this email. 

And I am going to sleep now to dream of what tomorrow’s Sun will look like. 

Kamal. 

ASTOUNDING!!

I cannot express my joy and pride properly in the face of Kamal’s open-hearted courage! Just speechless!

This is what can happen when a faggot’s need to be useful in service to an Alpha overcomes fear! A faggot must want the fulfillment more than it fears punishment or anger!

Now, I didn’t think Master Farid was going to hurt Kamal. However, there could’ve been emotional rejection that in many ways is much worse than being beaten or punished!

I just cannot believe that Master Farid admitted that he’s wanted to own his faggot nephew for a long time! Once again, you do not know what it going through the minds of Alphas around us, regardless of whether they’re straight or not!

So now Kamal gets to wake up to a new existence as the property of Master Farid! He’s an OWNED FAGGOT!

That’s a destiny worth waking to!

Congratulations, my brother Kamal!

Love,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order! 

Alphas are pretty irresistible. They typically have the charisma, confidence, and authority to demand whatever they want and lesser ones usually comply. And when they don’t comply … well, Alphas have the strength to take it anyway.

Let’s just say they don’t meet with resistance from inferiors very often.

But Queen Sophie isn’t a typical woman. She’s a proud Spartan woman, mother of a developing God Alpha named Master Lucas. She reveres hierarchy, and doesn’t allow anything to interfere with her purpose within it.

See what I mean:

My good sam,

Raphael and I just went through our first hurdle, but I think we overcame it just fine.

Yesterday, Raphel invited me to dinner. Actually, I should say that he summoned me, as it was clearly meant as a order I would better not disobey to. We had a wonderful evening, and I invited him up to my place for one last drink. Then he told me that on Monday he was leaving on a two-week business trip to a beautiful place by the sea, and that he wanted me to come with him to keep him company.

I had to answer him that: “My love, thank you so much for this honor. But I have to decline the offer. My son is coming home from summer camp next week. I’ll be able to spend the end of August with him. I absolutely can’t miss that.” Raphael seemed a little surprised and calmly replied. “I must have been unclear. I’m telling you to come with me to support me and to spend a lot of quality time together. Surely you realize what a privilege it is.”His calm authority gave me chills, but the Spartan Mother in me couldn’t back down. I stood up and firmly reiterated my position. “Raphael, you are my superior and we both know it. I love you and I respect you very deeply. I truly long to be yours and to wholeheartedly serve you. But never ask me to chose between you and my son, because you will never win. I’ve already renounced a man I worshipped with all my heart for my Lucas. I would do it again without a moment of hesitation.”

For a short moment, I thought I was going to lose my chance with this Alpha Man who had chosen me. I was ready for it. I would gladly give up a lifetime at the feet and in the arms of a God Alpha just for one hour spent with my Lucas.

But Raphael stood in front of me and grabbed my chin and said. “Such a fierce mother. I love that. I will never stand between you and your son. You’ll always be a mother. But as a woman, you will be all mine.” Immediately, I felt my anger fade away and I thanked him. 

He said “I allow you to spend the last weeks of August with your beloved son. But you’re gonna have to make it up to me.” Then I was weak and submissive once again. “Yes of course, Sir, I will make it up to you, I promise. I beg you, tell me what I can do for your pleasure? Anything, Raphael, Sir.” He hugged me tight and grabbed my bottom. “Let’s go to bed. I want to explore your body. And try out another hole.”

I think you can guess what happened. While we were making love last night, Raphael sodomized me. It was the very first time a man had penetrated me anally. Even Lucas’s father never did. And despite the pain, I enjoyed it much more than I expected… Because I knew it was making him happy and boosting his power.

This morning, I woke him up with a passionate blowjob. I was thrilled to hear him moaning of pleasure. I swallowed his semen with delight… He then asked for his own breakfast, saying that now that he’d given me mine, it was his turn! I brought it to him in bed on a tray, and I massaged and kissed his feet while he ate, under his delighted gaze.

Before leaving, as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, he whispered, “Don’t worry, I won’t always fuck you in the ass. I love your pussy too much. And anyway, one day or another, I’ll put my child in you. You’re such a great mother.” I felt overjoyed. But let’s not rush things!

Raphael is busy until late today, but he’s asked me to come over to his place tonight to stay with him until he leaves on Monday. Of course, I’m looking forward to obeying him and finally getting to see his place!  I’ll pack his things like a good submissive woman, and I’ll give him something to remember me and make him want to come back!

There was a brief moment of panic when I read how she respectfully stood up to Master Raphael’s demand, but Master Raphael passed this test perfectly by honoring her courage and her devotion to Master Lucas! This truly reveals the great depth of Master Raphael’s power! Really breathtaking King!

Now, let me ask: does anyone understand why Master Raphael fucked Sophie in the ass that night?

Here’s why: psychologically-speaking Alphas will always seek the more dominant position. This happens instinctively, subconsciously. So when he conceded “power” to Sophie’s demands, Master Raphael’s innate need to dominate demanded a power exchange.

The demand to take her in the ass was that power exchange. Master Raphael was demonstrating that he still rules, that his cock still reigns supreme. It’s a classic power move by a straight God Alpha like Master Raphael!

I’m very proud of my Queen Sophie for her impassioned defense of her relationship with Master Lucas! That was the right thing to do! And ultimately that stance will resonate with Master Raphael for a long time. He will be proud to own a woman with the backbone and the pride to defend her children and her legacy.

He will own not just a woman, but a Spartan woman! And she will be his Queen!

Thank you, Queen Sophie!

Always,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Ever since I first met Titouan, there has always been one consistent aspect of his life: he lives to fulfill his purpose as a servant of Men. He craves it like breathing. Unlike many other fags I’ve featured here over the years, Titouan serves ALL MEN of practically any age. He just recognizes and accepts his purpose that deeply.

The summer of 2026 is turning out to be Titouan’s most prolific one to date. In addition to serving his married Master, Titouan has gone on holiday and served some younger Alphas, too.

Now this happened:

Hello, i thought i could give some news, it soon will be the end of holiday  in south Fr.  i spent a few afternoons at beach, some moments had to be with my family, some with a group of other young guys and girls.  So hot to see the other boys, some already real young Alphas in their bulging swimwear, but most seem mainly attracted by the tiny bikinis that french highschool girls love to wear to excite boys. 

i feel very jealous of these other boys and their inferior, increasing my envy of serving one Alpha. 

After a frustrating week, I became a lucky young faggot last Tuesday. i had left the beach alone to buy icecream and was sitting in the above promenade when a man sat next to me and began to ask questions. I had previously seen him on beach and thought that’s a sexy mature man but just a family straight daddy. Yes that’s what he is, but also an Alpha very interested in a boy like me. When he said “j’adore te voir lécher ta glace, minet” (“I love to see you licking your ice cream, twink”) and seemed very excited, no more doubt. I said ok to go with him on Wednesday afternoon, we went with his car to a very discreet place a few km far from seaside. Same sort of  Alpha as the one I serve in Paris, mature, hairy,  dominant, thinking only of his pleasure. He said I’m quite the sort of twink he loves. He laughed “ridicule ton slip et ta bite de gamin” (“your briefs and dick of little boy”) then ordered “à genoux,pédale” (“on your knees, faggot”). He made me respect the fair hierarchy, he spanked my butt, then i had to lick his big balls,  to lick his ass, to suck his big dick, he made it last,  got the huge pleasure he deserves,  i was only there for that. Don’t know if opportunity to do it again before end of this holiday (not easy with my family and his own),  i hope, anyway in my opinion nothing better than a Daddy boy relationship and for me being the young faggot of a real man.   

See what I mean?

Titouan is always on the hunt for an Alpha in need, and he’s always prepared to submit long before an Alpha makes a move on him. It’s this kind of mental preparation that has led to Titouan’s success.

But if a faggot wants to successfully serve straight Alphas, it needs to be discreet and humble. Titouan has both of those qualities.

Notice what happened a few days later:

this Sat. morning I had to go with my mother and sisters to an outside market (as there are many here in Provence). We were leaving when twenty meters from us i see  the mature Alpha I “met” three days ago (previous message…) with his teen daughters. He saw me too. Of course not a word and my family didn’t realise anything. But I felt so excited, thinking he’s there as a  normal straight Dad, but on wednesday he was saying to me “(translated from fr) “I want to see your twink face kissing my briefs”…  then “keep moving your sweet tongue in my ass, little faggot”, and later had loved so much to “force” me to swallow  with respect. To see him as normal man at this market and think of  these moments made my dick hard in my tighty whities under my shorts (but tiny dick meaning no big bulge as other boys would have shown, so my sisters didn’t notice). I wonder whether i’ll be lucky enough to see him another time.

If any fags want lessons in precisely how to train their minds to be service-oriented and valuable, they need only read Titouan’s thread here. He’s exactly what every faggot should strive to be!

I’m so grateful he’s by brother and friend!

Love,

sam the faggot

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

The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order! 

One of the enduring legacies I wish for this site is that it teaches as many people as possible the truth about hierarchy, and that the truth they embrace fulfills them in the most important of ways. Of course, this site is mainly about how faggots unlock hierarchical power within straight and gay Men.

However women, although not a direct part of Male hierarchy, are also affected by it. If anything, women of the last 100 years have been actively resisting Male hierarchy in the pursuit of autonomy and equality, and this has led to a breakdown of natural Male/female roles and purposes. What a shame. I’ve preached it forever: if women just accepted their place beneath the natural reign of a Man, they would be so much happier and more fulfilled.

Of course, when I used to write that about women on Tumblr I received death threats.

You might remember Queen Sophie, the extraordinary mother of a young God Alpha named Master Lucas. She’s the one who originally contacted me about how her son owned faggots who were literally worshiping him and serving him.

What was most exciting about her letter was the fact that she didn’t write to me out of fear, but of PRIDE. Here was a woman who understood hierarchy in a primal way. SHE GOT IT. And even though Sophie is a strong woman, she admitted that she yearned to find an Alpha she could honor, love, and worship.

Well, I’m proud to say Queen Sophie has indeed found her King!

On July 20th I received the following message from her:

And maybe by then I’ll have another man in my life, and this one will be a partner and a lover… At least, if things turn out the way I hope they will with Raphael, the man I met through work and have started seeing. I’ll tell you all about it if it comes up, my good sam. For now, let me just say that the man seems to possess all the qualities of a true Alpha… and that he awakens a part of my womanhood that has remained latent for a long time. The part willing to submit to who deserves it.

Anyway, thank you again, sam the faggot. You are a good boy!

So I was pretty excited to hear that there was a new Alpha on the horizon for her. But nothing could prepare for what was to come!

Finally Queen Sophie returned with the following update:

My good boy sam,

Oh my dear! I’m almost shaking with emotion as I’m writing. I definitely need to tell you about my love life! I think it might be of interest for you, as it features a clear Alpha male. I’m sorry if what I’m about to write sounds like a long, sappy romance novel… but I can’t help but put down in writing what I’ve experienced over the past few weeks, leading up to a great moment last weekend!

A while back, my company worked on a joint project with another one. As a team leader, I worked with several colleagues from that other firm during various work meetings. Their own manager was Raphael, the new man in my life.

Raphael is a Black man. He is tall, bald, with a face of amazing virile beauty and a muscular body that shines even through his suit. He exudes charisma, confidence, and a natural authority. To be honest, when  first saw him, my womanhood kicked in right away like it hasn’t done in years! Even though I was doing my best to remain professional and look out for the best interests of my company and my team, I was overwhelmed by an instinctive respect and admiration for this man.

That’s why I naturally called him “Sir”, even though the usual practice is to address one another by first names or, at most, “Mr/Mrs Surname”. Right after our first meeting, when we spoke privately afterwards, he said to me: “You can call me Raphael, beauty.” All I could answer was: “Thank you, Sir. I mean, Raphael.”

Our team meetings often turned into a conversation between the two of us, a mixture of verbal sparring and flirting… I made a point of demonstrating my authority and competence, and we’d banter back and forth. I sometimes found it hard to keep my composure in the face of his charming smile… 

I remember one time when, after a presentation I thought was flawless, Raphael congratulated me before pointing out a mistake I’d made, in a tone that was at once calm, firm, and seductive. I blushed and stammered “Oh well, yes… Thank you for fact-checking it, Raphael, Sir.” After the meeting, one of his assistants came over to tease me about what had happened, saying that his boss was always spot-on when it came to detecting mistakes. Raphaël overheard us and came to my defense: “Don’t be too cocky, boy. She’s smarter than you’ll ever be. You could be her lapdog.” The assistant left, looking quite sheepish, while I told “Thank you, Sir. Raphael, that is.” He said “You’re welcome, beauty. I meant it.” and I blushed.

Before long, we found ourselves meeting up for drinks after work (and he always refused to let me pay, no matter how much I insisted, so I let him treat me).. We chatted about everything, business, politics, culture… Every time, I was impressed by the depth of his intelligence and his knowledge, combined with his commanding charm. I did my best not to be outdone and to show him my own worth, even though I was completely captivated by his face. His gaze and his smile conveyed a mix of attention, respect, amusement, and something indefinable that gave me butterflies in my stomach.

After our professional partnership ended and we no longer had any reason to see each other at work, Raphael asked me for my personal contact information. “Give me your private number, so I can invite you out for dinner whenever I want to.” I did it while trying to act as nonchalant as I could, even though my heart was pounding in my chest.

And that’s how, last Saturday afternoon, out of nowhere, I received the following text message: “Cancel whatever you have planned for tonight. I’ll pick you up at your place. Dress nicely. Be ready without fail at 8 p.m. Raphael.” My first thought was “You entitled cocky man! What if I had plans? You expect me to just obey you?” And of course, I obeyed him. I got dressed up like I hadn’t in years and waited anxiously for him. 

When he arrived, Raphael sized me up with a knowing look and said, “Perfect. You did what I told you. You’re even more beautiful than ever.” I blushed and thanked him… I felt like a teenager again! He took me by taxi to a fancy restaurant where he had reserved the best table. What a magical evening! The most romantic one I’ve ever experienced. The chemistry between us is so natural, filled with sincere compliments and playful banter.

As dinner was coming to an end, Raphael leaned toward me and whispered to me. “Can I tell you how I really feel? You are an outstanding woman. You’re gorgeous, you’re proud, fierce, strong, smart.” I began to thank him and I was about to compliment him back, but then he interrupted me and added “But with me, you’re gonna be special. I’m going to turn you into my obedient slut.” As you can imagine, I was caught off guard! But I regained my composure and replied nonchalantly, “Well, I’m curious to see that. Challenge accepted.”

When he walked me home, I casually invited him up for one last drink. Without going into details, we started kissing right away and continued into the bedroom. And it turns out Raphael isn’t just as good a lover as I thought he was: he’s even better. How can I tell you how I felt when he entered me? Seven inches of pure raw virility inside of me… I have to say, I’m relieved that Lucas is at summer camp!  I’d be embarrassed if my son heard his mother’s screams of pleasure…

While he was having his way with me, I said to Raphael, “Keep going! Don’t you dare stop!” So he looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Watch your manners, my love. If you want more, you have to beg for it.” Without thinking, I yielded right away. “Please, I beg you! Keep going, don’t stop! I beg you, Sir, it feels so good! Please!” Then he smiled and obliged, saying “That’s better. Good girl.”

It was the most wonderful night of love I can remember. I fell asleep on his muscular chest while he stroked my hair. The next morning, he left early. As he was getting dressed, he kissed me in bed as I was waking up and whispered, “I’ll be waiting for you to contact me if you want to do this again. Looking forward to hearing from you. Don’t dsappoint me, love. Prove your loyalty to your new master.”

So now, my good sam, the ball is in my court. I’m taking my time, but I know I won’t be able to resist for long before I beg him to favour me once again. I also know that I must not blow this step. I feel the time has come to surrender. To give myself and to submit to him. I think this weekend I’ll invite him over for dinner, where I’ll cook for him and wait on him at the table. I’m also thinking of greeting him in a sexy outfit, possibly on my knees, and swearing obedience to him. Maybe even kissing his feet… I don’t know. I need to think it over.

Anyway, my dear servant sam, if you ever decide that this story is worth sharing on your site, I would greatly appreciate it if you could delay its publication until Saturday. You know, just in case. I also need to have a word with Lucas on the phone first, I’d rather he hear what he needs to know from me. He hasn’t met Raphael yet, even though I briefly mentioned our dates with him. Maybe one day he could become his stepdad… But let’s not get ahead of ourselves!

Here’s what I wanted to share with you, my good sam! Thank you for being such a trusted confidant for me, as well as a preceptor and worshipper for my son Lucas.

Warm regards,

Your Queen Sophie

As you might imagine, I was floored by this letter. It was clear that Sophie had come upon a true God Alpha who has completely embraced his role as a King among Men.

Even better, Sophie allowed herself to be taken by Master Raphael, easily submitting to his power. She did everything right, but now she was looking for advice from me to really make a powerful statement of submission for him. So I advised her on what to do for their next date.

Read what she wrote about her next date, and see if you can identify my teaching in her actions:

My good sam,

Please my good sam, do publish my story! I need to share with the world my awe for Raphael!

Last thursday, I sent him a message :

“Dear Raphael, Sir,

Would you grant me the honor to come and dine at my place tomorrow night?

Very respectfully,

Sophie”

He replied positively. Last night, he came into my apartment; the door was already open when he arrived. I came out of my room wearing an elegant but simple evening gown, my shoulders bare. I was glad to catch all his attention. He remains calm but was clearly very pleased and appreciative. He looked me up and down and said “You are so beautiful, my love.”

Then, I knelt down before him and I said the words I had been rehearsing for hours. “Raphael, my beloved Master, I must apologize. I didn’t treat you with all the respect I owe you. You are a king amongst men and I am so grateful you have chosen to honor me. My home is yours and I will cook whatever you want in the kitchen and do whatever you want in bed.” Then I bowed down until my forehead touched the ground at his feet.

I think I heard some kind of roar of delight! Raphael said “Such a good girl. Get up on your knees.” I sat up, kneeling facing him. “You know your duty” he said, and I understood. I carefully pulled his cock out of his pants. What a thrill to see this tremendous trophy of manhood! I did my best to worship it, even though it was difficult. His moans of pleasure made me vibrate with happiness! His cum was delicious!

I then took off his jacket and shoes and led him to the table, where I served him the meal I’d spent the whole day preparing. I took great care of him throughout his dinner. I then offered to give him a massage on the couch, which he accepted. I massaged his shoulders, his back, and then, at his request, his feet. He remained stoic and laconic for a long time, but then he said to me, “You’re the best woman I’ve ever met.” Flattered, I tenderly kissed his bare feet and thanked him.

Then he said “How badly do you want me to make love to you?” I answered: “With all my heart. I beg you, Sir! Please!” He leaned down and grabbed my chin “Good. My cock does want your pussy again” and then he kissed me.

I can’t tell you in detail about the wonderful night of sex we had and all the orgasms he gave me, my screams of pleasure, and his roars of triumph. This morning, I woke up nestled in his arms and resting my head on his chest. I kissed his pecs and thanked him profusely. “Thank you so, so much…” I kept saying. Raphael told me “You treated me like the king I am. I rewarded you accordingly.” My heart was leaping with joy.

As he was leaving, Raphael promised me that he would invite me over to his place soon to give me a glimpse into his own life. I can’t wait to see him again! My good sam, I finally feel like a woman again! I haven’t felt this happiness of being taken and dominated since Lucas’s father!

I talked to Lucas about Raphael and let him know that I’d be sharing details about my personal and sex life on your site. So it’s totally fine for you to publish this. I’m really looking forward for Lucas and Raphael to meet!

How thrilling is that???

I’m so proud of my Queen Sophie for submitting so profoundly to Master Raphael! There are revealing moments in this account that I think all submissives (female or faggot) should deeply ponder over. For instance, when Sophie knelt at his feet, Master Raphael “roared with delight”! That’s because Alphas have a natural need to be worshiped. This is not hyperbole. Once we recognize that and apply it, so many possibilities unlock! Faggots generally understand this, but women generally have no clue.

Also note that Master Raphael thanked her for “treating him like the King he is”. Real, fully-actualized Alphas know their place and accept nothing less. A true Alpha doesn’t need us to tell them they’re Alpha. He expects us to accept it and treat him accordingly!

This is such a powerful and important story because it proves that hierarchy isn’t a fetish for perverted gays, but rather, it’s a very real power dynamic that is predictable and impactful across all of humankind.

I told Queen Sophie that Master Raphael and Master Lucas will have some amazing conversations once they meet, as they both have ways to advise the other on how to grow even more powerful!

I thank and praise Queen Sophie for sharing her story! It’s my great honor to know her and Master Lucas, and their glorification continues to be part of my privilege as their faithful faggot!

Yours,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread chronicling an 18-year-old virgin French faggot named Loic who has been claimed my straight God Alpha Master Jerome. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I spent most of my life being anti-condom, and somehow I never got an STD. Seriously. I feel like I somehow tap-danced through the minefield of sexually transmitted diseases, and there’s definitely a sense of survivor’s guilt hanging over me today. I mean, shouldn’t I have at least gotten HERPES or something??

Writing this site has forced me to try to be cautious about my “no condoms” viewpoint, because I certainly don’t want to be the cause of someone getting something life-altering! However, with the advent of truly effective prophylactic meds like PrEP (soon to be a twice-yearly injectable!), the risks associated from being bred by an Alpha are drastically reduced. We should all be celebrating these advances, because they are making sexual pleasure much less scarier than a few decades ago.

Even though I don’t discuss condoms much here, yesterday’s post about Master Hulk and his disdain for condom use (like all powerful Alphas) was going to inevitably turn the discourse here toward that taboo. First up: Loic, the former virgin faggot of God Alpha Jerome in France:

Hi brother!! This is Loic from France, everything is good here and Jerome is breeding me multiple times a week now. My hole is more and more looking like a real pussy, and it feels great!

I have a quick question, brother… I just read Master Hulk’s text (so hot!!) and I can’t stop thinking about what he said about condoms. He said that Noah wants him to wear condoms when he fucks girls, but he doesn’t do it all the time. Well, I do the same thing with Jerome… I LOVE to know that he has other fags to fuck and other girls too, because he deserves it! But I asked him if I could be the only one he fucks bareback and he said that he would think about it. I asked my doctor what to do, I didn’t say I’m a fag, but I said that I had a boyfriend with a open relationship. He is a straight man, but he just chuckled and said “well, as your doctor, I must tell you that I don’t think your partner will wear condoms, but we can find ways to make it less risky to you”. He asked me if Jerome was a bottom too (can you imagine??) and I said that he does not bottom at all, so apparently the risks of bareback sex are lower. But my doctor recommended me to do the test every 3 months and take prep just in case.

I told to Jerome about this appointment, and his plan is: both of us going on prep, taking all the tests every 3 months, he breeds me bareback, he fucks other guys and girls bareback too, but I do not let other Men fuck me. I still asked him to wear a condom, but I don’t want to insist too much… he told me to talk to you, but now that I read this account by Hulk I decided to finally reach out to you.

What would you do if you had a sexy, generous, and gorgeous French Alpha willing to breed you multiple times a week, but reluctant to wear a condom when fucking other people?

Thank you Sam!! I love you 🙂

I’ll answer Loic’s question first: you know EXACTLY what I’d do: I’d let that French Alpha do whatever he wants!

Given that Master Jerome is a straight Alpha who would NEVER bottom (the idea is LAUGHABLE!), there is virtually no chance he’d ever contract HIV. Therefore, I’d never even ask him to use a condom on me or anyone else. There’s also virtually no chance that Master Jerome’s powerful need to conquer and breed faggots and females will ever be controlled. This was one of the primary reasons he exists! Petty fears and insecurities will never rein in his needs!

But, true to form, Master Jerome didn’t get upset when Loic brought up the subject of condoms and/or preventative care. Not at all! In fact, Master Jerome is willing to take PrEP along with his fag in order to keep breeding! That kind of deep understanding is such a rare quality anymore in Alphas! It reveals the depth of love and care Master Jerome has for his faithful little fag!

I really love the dynamic Master Jerome and Loic have built together. It’s essentially the perfect relationship for both! It’s not surprising that it works so well, because it’s built entirely on hierarchical truth!

Love you, Loic!

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a young straight Alpha named Matt who suspected his good friend Andres was not only gay, but also a faggot … and rose up to protect him. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s not exactly breaking news to say that Men love fucking ass. I can only guess why. First of all, an asshole is tighter. Also, fucking someone’s ass causes them great discomfort, which makes a Man feel powerful. And fucking an ass makes any Man feel like his cock is gigantic.

There’s just one problem: women almost universally refuse to be fucked in the ass.

This everlasting battle over the use of assholes has led many straight Men and Alphas to seek out faggots to fuck in the ass. And guess what happens when they try it? They end up loving the use of faggots!

Now, as I was learning about straight Alpha Matt and his loving protection of his faggot best friend Andres, I never considered that he would ever consider using a fag for anal sex. Frankly, he seemed so nice and confident that I thought he’d never want to hurt someone by fucking them in the ass.

But what I failed to notice was the power growing within Alpha Matt as he started learning about hierarchy. All of the things he never noticed about his own Alphahood have been crystallizing in his awareness, and as he’s embraced his Alphahood, his needs have grown as well. This is pretty typical for straight Alphas I’ve known.

However, Alpha Matt has a bisexual God Alpha friend named Diego who has been training Andres and breeding him in Alpha Matt’s place. So Alpha Matt has been able to witness the power of ass fucking, and he’s also been able to ask probing questions about it as well.

In other words, even more changes are coming. Listen to this:

Hey Sam, this is Matt again

I think you’re reading my mind, man. I just had a conversation about anal sex with Diego last night, and today I see a post about it here. We were talking about women since he has vast experience on both sides, and he said that he has fucked dozens of fags in the ass, but only one girl. Then I said that I have never tried anal sex for this very reason, and oh boy, I shouldn’t have said that. He loves mocking me (in a friendly way) about how limited my sexual life is because I don’t bang and breed fags, but when he learned that I’ve never fucked an ass in my life, he basically started to treat me like a virgin. I love my friend and I know he does it because he loves me, but it is really crazy how easy it is for bisexual guys to get some ass, while I’ve been sexually active for seven years and I never had the opportunity to feel a nice asshole around my cock.

Diego truly thinks I should try a trans guy with a pussy to start exploring new things, but I honestly think that it would be easier for me to get hard with a very feminine trans woman wearing something to cover her front than to a masculine trans guy with a pussy. Maybe that’s a good way to finally try some ass, I don’t know. I’m not afraid of trying, but wanted to share this with you before.

I also wanted to tell you that Andres asked Diego to take him to the movies, but Diego told me to join them because, according to him, “the fag is falling in love”. I really don’t want my little Andres to have his heart broken, so I’m trying to approach it with him and show him that Diego does not want to marry him, not even to become boyfriends right now, but my little bro is really romantic and think he is a Disney princess, so I’m working on it. We went together to watch Spider-man and people probably thought that either we were gay-friendly straight guys taking care of our femboy, or we were a throuple haha but I don’t care, what matters is that Andres has never been happier, right now he has taken buckets of cum, and I’m happy he’s happy.

You can hear the gears coming to life and turning in Alpha Matt’s head! Master Diego is doing something all Alphas have always done with each other: Alpha teasing. It’s a form of mentorship closely related to the way a personal trainer pushes a student for his own good. Master Diego knows what Alpha Matt lacks in the growth of his Alphahood, and is using mockery and teasing to help push Alpha Matt out of his comfort zone.

But I think that Alpha Matt experiencing the breeding and training of Andres is also helping a great deal, too. He’s able to see the positive changes in Andres simply because Master Diego has taken the time to train him and deeply breed him with Alpha cum. Most straight Alphas never consider the power of their cocks and cum until they use faggots and see it firsthand. It’s hierarchical.

As for Andres, yeah it’s easy to fall in love with your first Master. And yeah, he’ll probably get his heart broken at some point. That’s unavoidable. But at least the little faggot will always have another Master in his life, one who will never fail him.

His Superman, Alpha Matt!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of Master Jin, a straight Korean Alpha who first learned about the ownership of faggots when he learned his college roommate Chin was a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There are a couple of milestone moments that transformed this humble Tumblr sex blog into a mammoth site of hierarchical truth. One was the discovery of Master Jase (California Alpha). Another was the story of Frat Fag (which will be returning soon to the paid threads portion of the site).

But the story of straight Master Jin and his college roommate Chin mushroomed into a saga so gigantic that I almost lost fingers trying to type fast enough. Through countless hours of messaging, emails, counseling, and recording every word for posterity, Master Jin’s story nearly broke me … but it also built the foundation for this monstrosity you’re reading today.

Master Jin’s story started in 2019, and here we are still talking in 2026. A lot has changed with Master Jin since then. He’s now a successful doctor who bravely and tirelessly fought the COVID epidemic in Canada. He has a steady girlfriend.

But some things remained the same. He still owns Chin and Lee as his live-in faggots. They’re both still caged. He still milks them a couple of times a week. And he makes sure they’re constantly filled with his potent seed.

I recently had a conversation with Master Jin that started with Master Jin asking this: “Do you think Lee is happy being my fag?”

So I shared this beautiful thought Lee had sent to me:

Needless to say, Master Jin was really happy to hear that … so happy that he went home that night and cunted Lee!

Lee is in a bit of a mess because I managed to cunt him again this evening. Faggot I did it because you showed me the message he sent I knew he was in need of a good fuck. Lee is a very good fuck. I do enjoy my faggots.

Then came a couple of surprises regarding Master Jin’s girlfriend:

okay but she has a hard time about my fags. When I showed her that they were caged that did not help. She is still processing it I think. Feels so normal to me.

Then, another doozie:

Well it was bad. She came back and I was fucking Lee. She was upset. She went back to her mums.

Wow! That’s crazy! However, it’s an Alpha’s right to use whatever he wants. A female can just leave if she can’t handle the fact that very dominant Alphas must exercise their power over everyone, both females and faggots. It’s simply nature.

But then something happened that demonstrates the absolute power Alphas have to really change those they own:

I called Lee a good girl as I was milking her the other day. I think things are changing for the best.

Lee told me about this incident, and how it affected him:

Since Jin cunted me twice in only two weeks I feel very strange. I am not a man I understand that. I think I am more a girl than a faggot. When he said that I’m a “good girl” on the weekend it triggered something deep inside me. I really am a girl trapped in a man’s body. I have not even talk to Jin about it yet.

Think about that: a Master’s words to his faggot can change its entire perception of itself or trigger deeper needs within it!

Master Jin thinks the prolonged chastity and being cunted repeatedly is responsible for Lee’s desire to have a sex change operation. I don’t necessarily agree. But we did see a similar course with Master Matt’s faggot Yul many years ago. I don’t think transsexualism is understood well enough to make any definitive statement.

Every time I talk to Master Jin and his beautiful, obedient faggots Chin and Lee, I’m filled with joy and pride. We’ve been through so much together, and yet every day I learn more and more from them!

I love you all!

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread following a faggot named Caio who wants to serve his two straight Alpha friends Felipe and Marcello, but they both have different issues with it. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s a scientific fact that all straight Alphas want to fuck assholes. Why? Because it’s tighter, it’s taboo, and it’s painful for the receiver. Men have deep sadistic streaks running through them, and they can barely hide it even when they’re trying.

There’s just one huge problem for these straight Men and Alphas: women almost entirely hate being fucked in the ass and will do whatever they can to refuse it.

This does, of course, provide a huge opening (no pun intended) for faggots to offer their own holes for use. That’s one reason why we’ve seen an increasing number of straight Alphas owning faggots. Not only will a faggot never tell an Alpha “no”, but it will practically beg for even more dick and cum! Straight Alphas are getting wise to this.

But so are the girlfriends of these straight Alphas. They don’t want to be repeatedly fucked in the ass by their Alphas, so why not arrange for the boyfriend to fuck a faggot instead? It takes the burden off of the girlfriend, while also making use of a fag’s natural function.

It’s one of those few situations where a faggot is a perfect solution to a persistent problem!

Notice how that situation is happening to Caio:

Hi brother Sam! This is Caio again, I sent you two messages about my complicated life with Marcelo and Felipe. Do you remember me?

I told you that Felipe was too politically correct and Marcelo just makes jokes about me being a fag. And I was trying to serve them.

I have been serving Marcelo by making his girlfriend’s hair, make-up, and nails for three weeks now. She is really nice and really sweet with me. She always says how much she loves the gays and how her best friends are all feminine guys. We got really close to each other and it didn’t take too long for us to start talking about Marcelo. After a few days talking about superficial stuff, she said “you know Caio, I’m gonna tell you something because you’re my girly friend, but Marcelo has a huge dick, he gives me too much work”. I was so horny that I needed to make a huge effort not to show her how much I desire her boyfriend’s cock. But I just said “girl, you should enjoy it, I wish I had a pussy like you, that would make my life so much easier” and she laughed and went a bit deeper, and said “you know, I admire you gay bottoms because I would never let a man touch my ass, it hurts to take him in my pussy, I’m sure he’ll never convince a girl to take him in the ass, no matter how much he tries”. I told her that Marcelo is a really great guy and she should at least try, but she just chuckled and said that “she lets anal sex for the gays because she already has a pussy”. I didn’t want to insist, so I just changed the topic and went back to preparing her beautiful hair.

My first thought was to serve Marcelo by convincing his girl to give him her virgin ass, but I don’t think this is gonna happen at all. And I have a a virgin ass too! I have already make out with other fags, and I have sucked the cock of two Alphas, but my ass is completely virgin and perfectly tight. That day when I arrived home I texted Marcelo and said “Sir, your girl is nice and ready for you, I hope you’ll have fun tonight”, then he send a clapping emoji and called me a really good boy. I told him that it is always a pleasure to serve him and that I’d always do anything that I could to make sure he’ll have a beautiful lady to satisfy him. I tested the waters and asked him if his girl was submissive and he just said “not even close”, but I was afraid of saying too much, so I didn’t say anything else.

I’m so horny and confused! I now know that Marcelo wants to fuck some ass, but his girl doesn’t accept it. I have a virgin ass and I’d be really happy to take him in my hole. At the same time, I am virgin and apparently he has a huge cock, so I don’t know if I can do it… please Sam, can you help me? What would you do in my place?

Regarding Felipe, I don’t actually have an update, but we are still in touch and I’m trying to see how it goes.

Thank you my lovely brother!

I’ve suggested in the past that I believe Alpha Marcelo’s “jokes” are not really jokes (I believe all such jokes have a seed of intentional suggestion in them). I do think Marcelo would do something with Caio if the situation was right.

Well, that situation might be right NOW. As Alpha Marcelo keeps joking around with Caio, his girlfriend is putting out vibes that she wants Marcelo to fuck Caio!

Caio asked me what I would do if I were in that situation. I would probably get Alpha Marcelo alone, kneel before him (or at least get physically lower than him) and ask him if I’ve been serving him well. Then emphasize to Alpha Marcelo that pleasing him pleases me (this concept is absolutely foreign to straight Men/Alphas). Then I would tell him about the conversation with his girlfriend, and then make it clear that my body belongs to him if he needs it.

Now, Alpha Marcelo might not immediately react positively to the suggestion, but the seed will have been planted. He’ll go away and think about that offer. Then watch what happens later!

That’s probably not the only way to handle it, it that’s how I would do it. Maybe tailor the approach to your own taste and style.

However, I think Alpha Marcelo is definitely attainable. He’s a ripe fruit waiting to be picked, so go get him, Caio!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The other day I published a pretty alarming story of fag Marcus being used abusively by his 21-year-old Master, Alpha Lion, and Master Lion’s 18-year-old Alpha cousin. Some of the details on that weekend were grim enough to be dangerous.

But more interesting than that was what we learned about Master Lion. Despite his young age, he seemed to effortlessly command people older than him without a second thought. He proved to be bold and decisive, and everyone around him obeyed without question.

I thought the account Marcos sent was quite enough, but there’s a second part to the story that’s even wilder than the first! Read it:

Hi, Sam.

Thanks for the valuable advice you gave me. I confess I was already doing exactly what you said (staying silent and waiting) even before reading your post, because the events of that first night—which I described in my last post—and what followed (which I’m sharing today; I wrote it all at once but it got too long, so I split it up) made me realize something different was going on with my Master.

Picking up where I left off: after the girls stated they were at Yuri’s (a pseudonym) disposal, he and the Master sat down. One of the girls put on some stripper music and they began to undress. From where I was standing, I could see the two Alphas looking relaxed; one girl danced on the table while the others waited, sitting on the floor nearby. When they finished undressing, they’d sit next to the men, who would casually drape their arms around them and grab their breasts. Only when they were all naked did the cousin ask how they would split the girls up. The Master replied, “Why split them up?” noting that they were all at the cousin’s disposal—he should just pick the two he wanted and rotate between them throughout the night. The cousin asked which one was the best, and the Master replied that he had chosen his best-behaved girls and they were all good enough, though each had a specific strength. He pointed them out: “This one gives the best blowjob, this one has a super-wet pussy, this one has a tight, gripping ass, and this one can handle really rough fucking.” The cousin then said he wanted the one with the best ass, since his girlfriend is religious and won’t do anal. The Master told him not to worry about that, as they had all been instructed to do *everything* he ordered, so he’d have four tight little asses to have fun with. The Master stripped off his clothes, took the his girls to his armchair, and had them suck him off while he watched his cousin. The cousin ordered them to undress him, and one of the girls made the mistake of dropping his belt buckle on the floor. He gave her a sharp slap on the head and told her to show more respect for his buckle (in the days that followed, I saw that he was really into the whole cowboy thing). He pulled the other girl onto his lap to kiss her and left the one who had messed up on the floor, having her take off his clothes and fold them. When she removed his underwear, what stood out most wasn’t his penis—which was the same size as the Master’s, just a bit thinner—but the massive amount of body hair. Because of the heat here in Rio, the Master would sometimes trim his hair a little, but the cousin clearly had never done anything of the sort; he was *incredibly* hairy. If his penis had been small, it might have gotten lost in there. Once he was completely naked, he sat down and ordered the two girls to lick him. They approached but then hesitated and pulled back; looking at the Master, he said:

“Didn’t you say they’d do whatever I wanted?”

The Master looked at the girls and said:

“They will.”

He looked at the girls and shouted, “Get to it, goddammit!”

It actually startled me, since the Master doesn’t usually shout. The girls did too; they quickly obeyed the order, though they didn’t look too happy about it (that’s when I remembered cousin saying he hadn’t had a decent shower in four days—and with that much body hair, he probably didn’t smell too pleasant, at least not to women).

The two men then put their arms behind their heads and started chatting about past hookups, parties, and personal memories, while the four girls sucked their huge cocks.

After a while, the Master ordered me to get some beers, and I rushed to do it as subserviently as possible to please him. When I handed over the beers, the cousin asked if I was just going to stand there watching them fuck. The Master then ordered me back to the corner to face the wall. I could only hear everyone moaning, unless I was called to fetch cigarettes (for the cousin) or beer, at which point I could catch a quick glimpse of what they were doing. I realized then that an alpha competition was playing out: whenever the Master stepped on a girl’s head, the cousin did the same; when one fucked their throats, the other did too; and even when the Master fucked one girl while having another lick his ass, the cousin followed suit.

At one point, when I brought several sandwiches for the two of them, I realized I hadn’t eaten since waking up—having had to prepare the Master’s coffee and the banquet before heading to the airport. I asked the Master if I could step away to eat something, but, fueled by that competitive adrenaline, he just looked at the cousin, told me to shut my mouth, and ordered me back to the corner. It wasn’t until the fourth or fifth time after that that he asked if my stomach was still empty; he smiled arrogantly at the cousin and said to me:

“Come fill it up, then, faggot.”

He made me kneel and pissed liters of beer into my mouth.

I went back to the corner, facing the wall, and could… feeling my stomach heavy and letting out small burps that smelled like piss, which I quickly swallowed so as not to making noise and disturbing the Master.

After about two hours, the Master called me over again and asked if my stomach had emptied. Afraid he might order me to drink the cousin’s piss, I said no; however, he told me that his bladder was full of piss again regardless. So, obediently, I bent down to drink a second cascade of urine. All the while he was pissing into my mouth, he kept looking at the cousin with a smug expression.

Afterward, he dismissed me, telling me to go eat and also feed his fiancée in her room. Then, I was to fold and put away the cousin’s things and go to sleep.

It wasn’t until morning that I was woken by a blow to the face; when I looked up, it was the cousin who had struck me with the sole of his foot. He asked if I thought it was right for him to sleep on the same level as a slave and hauled me onto the floor. The Master stood in the doorway watching as the cousin shoved me under his bed—alongside boxes, his shoes, and a blue suitcase full of dirty laundry—and ordered one of the girls to spread some blankets from the bed down to the floor.

And so, I slept for a while longer, “trapped” in a makeshift, stinking hovel.

It might seem like a miserable life and that the two of them are terrible people, but today—while I was waiting for them outside a party to act as their driver and take them to some lucky girl’s house—I was writing this message to you. The Master appeared and asked what I was doing. I showed it to him; at first, he was quite angry that I was writing about him without permission and started scolding me, saying he would punish me. But after reading how I write about him with such reverence, and seeing how respectful you were, he decided I could keep messaging you. He also explained to me that neither you nor I—since we aren’t “real men”—know anything about cars, and that I was never in serious danger because his car (a BMW X3) has an air passage between the cabin and the trunk, which he made sure to keep open. He would never allow anyone to cause me fatal harm (bearing in mind that he literally saved my life) or permanent injury, as I am one of his most prized possessions (I took that as a declaration of love).

He told me that he and his cousin have competed since childhood over who plays better, who climbs the highest tree, who crosses the river first, and so on. He said I might have to suffer a bit more than the usual faggot while he’s here, but that whenever I suffer in silence and keep obeying, it shows his cousin just what a powerful man the Master is. So, I have to get used to it and view it as a form of devotion to him.

I don’t know when I’ll be able to write to you again, as the coming days will be tough, but I’ll be back soon to talk more with my friend and mentor, faggot Sam.

Fag Marcus.

Marcus does such a great job serving Master Lion. I’m so impressed by how well he handles every twisted and sadistic turn his young Master throws at him! I mean, he drank piss on command twice without being anywhere near prepared for it! He worked hard during a long night of being used! It’s not always easy to be an owned faggot!

I was overjoyed when Marcus told me about being discovered writing to me, and that Master Lion read and approved of my documenting this situation! I always like for the Masters of the faggots who write to me to know their faggots are doing it, because this can lead to greater education in hierarchical truth.

I loved the detail that Master Lion and his cousin have always competitively fought all of their lives. Marcus correctly identified it as Alpha dominance battles. Alphas always play “King of the hill” games because that dominance born within them drives them to conquer from an early age. Yet Master Lion was fighting for dominance even then … and winning!

Master Lion is clearly an unstoppable force, a God Alpha who probably deserves to own a mansion with ten faggots worshiping and serving as in-house slaves. He’s that type of Alpha, the legendary ones who inspire legions of faggots to instantly submit and countless women to beg for breeding. His is a blessed life, and we are fortunate to be getting a first glimpse of his glory rising over the land. His land.

Thank you, Marcus, for sharing your experiences of service to this once-in-a-generation King!

Love,

sam the faggot

Hi sam

im 18 years old from the uk. I have a friend Sam same age as me. A few weeks ago I was pretty drunk after a night out and had failed to pull a girl. I complained about it and he suggested that he could help. I was freaked out by it and just went to bed. In the morning I woke up with my usual morning wood and could stop think about his offer. I texted him and said if he was that desperate to suck my cock he should come over and do it. I was shocked when he responded telling me he was on his way. I let him suck my cock and he swallowed my cum.

we have both had girlfriends in the past. I have been looking up about fags and alphas and kind of like the idea if he is a fag of having someone who I can get a blowjob from when ever I want. Do you think he’s a fag and how do I find out if he is?

Thank you very much for writing to me, Sir!

Well, this is pretty exciting! I’m so proud of you for taking action so swiftly once it occurred to you that your friend might be a faggot! This quality is very much typical for Alphas (in case you were wondering if you are Alpha).

I think it’s kind of funny that you’re asking me if there is some way to find out if your friend is a faggot when it ran to your house to suck you off and swallow your cum ON COMMAND, Sir! Do you really need more proof than THAT? I’m not sure I can even come up with a better test than that!

So I think it’s safe to say that your friend IS a faggot, Sir. Now the question becomes: what more do you want with this faggot? Just blowjobs on command? Do you want to take ownership of him and make him your personal fag? Ownership involves training the fag, getting inside its mind and helping it accept itself and its purpose.

Here’s what I suggest, Sir: order the faggot to come over and suck you off. But when it arrives, have it kneel before you and kiss your feet. Then put its face in your crotch and deeply inhale your scent. Then talk to it, and tell it that you know it’s a faggot, and that you want to own it. See how it responds. Then as it: “What are you?” Make it say “I’m a faggot, Sir.” Repeat it until you’re happy. Then make it admit that it is YOUR faggot. Again, repeat until satisfied. Then feed it your dick and force it to swallow your cum.

These are typical brainwashing exercises to get the faggot to embrace its purpose as your property, Sir.

I really hope you decide to take ownership of it. This faggot has awakened your Alpha senses to the greater hierarchical purpose of your life as a leader, Sir. You’re taking a bold new step toward the vast power promised to you from the moment of your conception! Take it all!

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

While I generally agree that minors should not be engaging in sex with adults, the arbitrary age of 18 to be an adult in the United States (14 years old in Brazil) seems like such a silly line to draw, especially given the the serious consequences involved. Seriously: what is the real difference between a 17-year-old and an 18-year-old? Do you realize how many adults have gone to prison over that numerical difference??

I say that because I firmly believe true Alphas cannot be restricted by such idiotic laws. How can the ascension of a natural-born God Alpha be contained or inhibited by the stupid laws of inferiors? It’s impossible.

Master Lion is clearly a God Alpha in the making, but he’s only 14 years old. He’s doing absolutely everything he wants, fucking any females he wants, and he owns a personal faggot – our dear friend Marcus. So far, Master Lion has used Marcus in relatively typical ways. But things recently and dramatically escalated, as Marcus told me here:

Hello, Sam, how are you?

I was planning to talk in this email about how I started out with my young Master—since you mentioned that in your last post—but events from this week made me change my plans. For the first time, I need advice from my brother experienced fag.

I don’t know if you’re aware, but the winter break in Brazil happens mid-year, meaning schools and universities go weeks—sometimes up to a month—without classes. Usually, during this time, the Master travels to his home state (he was born in Paraná), so I have to book first-class tickets, rent a car in his hometown, buy concert tickets, pack his bags and belongings, and so on. In short, I ensure that, even while away, he doesn’t have to worry about tedious details. But this year, in the middle of a blowjob he was getting from his fiancée, the Master gathered her and me on the living room floor because he had matters to discuss. He announced that he wouldn’t be traveling this year because he was hosting a younger cousin who was coming to visit Rio de Janeiro. The cousin would be staying here for a week and had to be treated exceptionally well, as he was the cousin the Master liked best. He expected total obedience from both his fiancée and me; if  embarrassed him, the punishment would be severe. His fiancée would be relocated to a spot in the Master’s bedroom, as the cousin would be taking her bed in the small room we shared. All her belongings and mine—whether in the room or the wardrobe—had to be packed into boxes and stored under the beds or out on the balcony so the cousin could unpack his things without issue. I could continue sharing the room with him, but I had to remain silent and discreet; after all, while he was here, the room was his territory. The Master ordered me to take time off work as well, so I could be at the cousin’s beck and call 24 hours a day; the Master couldn’t put his own life on hold to look after him, so that task fell to me. I would have to fetch whatever he wanted and take him wherever he wished, ensuring he faced no issues during the trip and enjoyed the best vacation of his life.

To ensure the cousin felt comfortable around the house—Paraná is a colder state, and he wasn’t used to Rio’s heat—he might prefer to lounge around freely (in swim trunks or even naked). Consequently, all household chores became my responsibility, as the Master is *very* possessive of his fiancée (insisting that the only penis she should ever admire is his own). She was to remain confined to the Master’s bedroom the entire time, only allowed out when the men were away.

Until Sunday, I had assumed the cousin was a child or, at most, a teenager, since the Master had mentioned he was a minor. However, on Sunday, the Master returned from a party at 3 a.m. and announced that the fiancée and I had to be up by 7 a.m. to prepare a feast of the cousin’s favorite foods and sweets. He had also summoned four of his regular girls, who were due to arrive at that same time to get ready. He ordered that he be woken up at 9 a.m. with breakfast already prepared, as the plane was due to land at 10 o’clock and the Master wanted to go to the airport.

When I woke him up, the Master came into the living room, sat in his recliner, and ordered me to bend over. He placed the breakfast tray we had prepared on my back, and while he ate, he told the four kneeling girls they had to follow his rules and look their absolute hottest; any complaint from the cousin at the end of the day would be enough to get them banned. …once ready, were supposed to help the bride in the kitchen until they returned.

The master was still sleepy when we left, so he lay down across the back seat with his legs resting on the front passenger seat—which had been reclined—while I drove. I was supposed to go into the airport, wait (in case of a delay), and only return to the car to call him once the plane had landed. I waited for nearly an hour.

When the cousin appeared, the master called him “kid” simply because he was younger—he had just turned eighteen—but he was clearly a man and had been fulfilling his mandatory military service for a few weeks. he was wearing green military clothing but sported a cowboy-style belt buckle and hat. Amidst everyone, the master hugged him and said pointed at me “This is my servant.” Then he looked at me and said, “Take the bags to the car and wait there with the A/C running fag. My cousin and I are going to have some juice and catch up.” I went back to the car and waited for an hour until my phone pinged with a message from the master.I ran to the airport restaurant, where he told me his cousin was feeling hot and sent me to buy a pair of flip-flops for him.

I started walking away but then realized I didn’t know the size (I know the master measurements by heart, so I usually handle that automatically). I went back and said, “I’m sorry, master, but I don’t know the size,” to which the cousin replied 45 —casually adding—”Hurry up, faggot.” I ran off while the my master laughed. I bought the best pair in the shop and returned to hand them over, but the master ordered me to put them on him.
<span;>So, for the first time in my life, I had to serve someone in public, and I confess I felt …awkward about it.

But, under the Master’s stern gaze, I knelt down, removed cousin’s combat boots and wet socks, and put his slippers on him while they chatted casually. The smell was sour and quite unpleasant—so bad that I gagged on the stench, and even the Master, sitting at the head of the table, coughed. The cousin apologized, explaining that he hadn’t bathed properly for four days because they had been on a mission in the forest, and he had come straight from the barracks to the airport. The Master told him there was no need to apologize, as this was my job and I actually liked the smell of a man.

I went back to the car to wait another two hours or so until they decided to head home.

You often talk here about alpha competition, and I confess I had never witnessed it before—since the Master’s friends I know are clearly beneath him in status—but with his cousin, it seemed he felt the need to assert dominance. When they returned to the car, the Master opened the trunk and told me that, for his cousin’s comfort, I would be riding back home in there (something that had never happened before and which I also found unpleasant). To make room alongside the Master’s gear and my cousin’s suitcases, he ordered me into the airplane “brace position” (head between my knees, hands behind my head), placed those foul, sour-smelling combat boots right beneath my head, locked the trunk, and they drove off. The smell inside the trunk was horrible, as the shoes had been baking in the Rio sun; As the car moved, I felt the suitcases bumping gently against me and felt tears streaming from my eyes, which were burning intensely. I thought about screaming or at least kicking off the shoes, but I remembered the Master saying he demanded total obedience—and that he would even banish his girls—so I stifled my anger and stayed quiet; after all, it’s only about a forty-minute drive from the airport to the Master’s house. But time dragged on, and only after a long while did the car stop—yet the door didn’t open. I thought he had gone inside and forgotten me in the car, and I began to panic as the air grew stifling. Just as I started gasping for breath and was about to scream, the door opened. Once I caught my breath, I saw we were at the beach.

Both men were shirtless—the cousin was even obscenely displaying his a huge amount of pubic hair in public—and they were eating *açaí* (a type of Brazilian frozen treat).

The Master said arrogantly, “My cousin wanted to see the beach, so we made a detour. You don’t mind, do you?” They stepped a short distance away from the car because of the smell, and when they finished eating, the Master whispered something to his cousin, who walked over and asked if I wanted a treat too. I looked at the Master and realized I had to say yes, so I replied, “Yes, sir.”

The cousin pulled his two wet socks out of his combat boots and said, “Open up.” I gave him a pleading look, but saw the Master approaching, saying, “He told you to open up.” Then the cousin shoved the socks into my mouth and said, “There—a snack for the faggot.” The Master ordered me to chew and asked if it was good. I tried to answer between gags, but only grunts came out; they shut the door again, laughing. After a long time—hours, perhaps—the car started up again.

When we got home it was already getting dark, I noticed they were wet and smelling of beer. And I realized that while I was suffering in the trunk and the women were spending the afternoon cooking a feast, the two of them had simply spent the afternoon enjoying the beach—just as life intended: alpha males having a good time while being waited on by everyone.
<span;>The Master ordered me to step outside, bring the suitcases in, and let the girls know that they had arrived. The fiancée was to go to her room and stay there, while the other girls were to take their positions (I don’t know exactly what that meant, but it must have been part of the rules he’d laid out when he summoned them). When I walked in with the first bag, I saw the four of them dressed in racy outfits—an angel, a policewoman, a nurse, and a bunny girl—but all of them had their breasts exposed. As I came in with the second bag, the two men were standing in the living room right by the door, so I had to wait; I watched the Master say, “Welcome to the welcome party for the best vacation of your life.” Then, one by one, the girls approached, gave the cousin a quick peck on the lips, knelt down to plant a small kiss on his massive bulge, and said, “Welcome, Mr. Yuri [pseudonym]; I am entirely at your disposal.” As you can imagine, a lot has happened since yesterday. And after a wild party and a huge orgy that lasted until this morning, the Master ordered me to wake him up tonight so he could go to the gym. I’ll tell you about it in the next message.

PS: As I mentioned, some things happened that I didn’t like—being trapped in the car trunk like an object and having to serve in public (even if it was just something basic like taking off a man’s shoes)—but I’m afraid of being used in other ways in public, or that things might escalate into something worse during this “alpha competition.”

So, I’d like to hear from my more experienced Fag brother (I don’t know i …your age, but you’ve been serving for over seven years, so you’re much more experienced). Should I somehow complain to my owner about what I didn’t like? Should I wait until the cousin leaves to do so—so as not to embarrass him, since I don’t know when they’ll be apart again? Or should I swallow my pride and personal preferences, or please my master as he desires—trusting that I’ll eventually get used to it, just like with other things (like drinking the master’s piss—I hated it at first, but now I simply love it)?

I’m pretty stunned by the way Master Lion controls males older than he is. It sounds effortless. He’s commanding groups of whores, his faggot, and even his older Alpha cousin!

But the concern I had while reading this account is the danger they Marcos in. They seemed to not care at all, or they didn’t have the comprehension and foresight to realize that danger (and shows their age, honestly). I guess they didn’t leave Marcos in that trunk long enough to really get hurt, but what happens that one time they do?

But what should Marcos do? I definitely don’t think he should complain while his cousin is around. I’m not even sure Marcos should ask for an audience with Master Lion about it after he leaves. Personally, I think it would be good for Marcos to just try to endure it and look at the long game with his Master. As he grows, Master Lion is going to see Marcos’s loyalty and obedience much differently.

And then, Marcos will win.

Hi brother Sam, I wanted to provide you with an update on my faggot situation.

As the weeks turn into a steady rhythm, the South Korean Alpha’s claim on me has only deepened. What began as weekly service has layered into his wife’s quiet authority. She orchestrates it with elegant precision: asking me to babysit their children at no charge, framing it as help for a busy family. I accept gratefully—it’s service, after all. Then, when they return to collect the little ones, she ensures I find her “gifts” tucked into my coat pockets…His cum soaked into her panties. The message is unmistakable. She is aware. She approves. And she is marking her territory too. He fucks her, leaves his semen, and she wants me to know that. Secretly, I have saved thes cum soaked panties because they smell like him.

He especially enjoys taking me soon after he’s been with her. The scent of their union lingers on him—a raw reminder of his primary role as husband and Alpha. I breathe it in while serving, humbled by my place in the chain. I am not replacing her. I am an extension of their dynamic: the faggot concubine who exists to relieve pressure, absorb excess hunger, and reinforce his dominance. In many ways, I have become useful to the household in multiple directions. This feels like true purpose settling into my bones.

Hunting season approaches. I already sense his expectation that I will make myself available—perhaps at the hunting blind, perhaps for longer stretches of my servicing His body. The thought quickens something deep in me: being kept close for use while he pursues game, ready whenever the mood strikes, with other hunters walking by. It aligns perfectly with the hierarchy I crave. Yet I find myself wondering what she will require in exchange. It turns out her dominance is no less real than his, even if expressed differently. She does not seek what a faggot cannot give, but she clearly enjoys directing the arrangement, testing boundaries, and knowing her husband is satisfied on all fronts. Am I crossing faggot boundaries by navigating her role? My core service and surrender remain directed toward him. Having no interest in women does not erase the reality that many Alphas exist within marriages. A true faggot learns to read the full landscape and serve within it—respecting her position without compromising the fundamental orientation toward male authority.

I think this is not dilution; it is maturity in submission. The hierarchy includes wives, households, and practical arrangements. My role is to be useful, discreet, and grateful, not to pretend the wife does not exist. This path echoes the deeper truths I’ve explored around surrender, force, and awakening. I am starting to feel like I am her faggot, as well as his.

I simply observe what the body, mind, and soul often reveal under pressure: hierarchy is not a polite suggestion. It is a force. When an Alpha (or a couple) imposes structure, it can liberate the submissive man from years of half-measures and double lives. To the broader point on controversial perspectives:

The fact his wife knows and encourages the dynamic is itself revealing—she wants her Alpha Man to be happy! I will stay humble, listen more than I speak, and let my service demonstrate value for the Hierarchy. I wanted to update you Sam, as I truly value your opinion on how faggots serve, and the different dynamics that service may require. 

Thank you for your question, brother. I did an exhaustive search to try and find out if your question was connected to a preexisting story (because this question feels like it’s an update to a previous post) and found nothing. I’m sorry if I’m missing something.

Your situation is obviously quite rare. Few women would consent to their Alpha Kings owning and using faggots, either sexually or domestically within the family unit. You’re very fortunate to be in this enviable position!

I read the wife’s actions the same way as you do – she’s trying to remind you of your place and hers. These are pure power plays on her part. But you have nothing to fear, because she’s clearly subservient to your Master and obedient.

However, whenever these types of situations have worked, the faggot almost always becomes a servant of both the Alpha and his female, albeit in different capacities. Your Master’s woman recognizes that her Man is Alpha and has some needs she simply cannot satisfy completely. She’s wisely stepping aside and allowing him the room to fully satisfy his needs with you.

Your plan is perfect, and is exactly how you should play it. Stay in the background, always ready to be of service, and occasionally do something thoughtful for the both of them so they can both see what it means to own a great faggot. Then, if she starts shit with you (or him) down the road, your value only increases.

Keep up the good work, brother!