Hello, I have this one guy who I’ve had sex with, he says he is straight but like the way guys give blowjobs and are okay with being fucked, his entire attitude and demeanor reminds of alpha men, but he seems to not fully realize it, j as a faggot sent him this page and asked him to go through it, is there any ways I can help him realize it faster?
Thank you for the question!
Sometimes despite all of the obvious evidence some Alphas don’t fully understand or accept what they are. Some are disproportionately modest, too. Through your submission and worship, many will generally start to embrace their truth.
If you want to help the process along, you might send him my “Letter To An Alpha” (or link him to it). There I spell out the basics of hierarchy, including his role as an Alpha. This might cause him to view you in a different light, as well as his own motivations.
Just keep serving him and worshiping him. Kiss his feet. Call him “Sir”. Thank him for using you. He’ll get the point.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I was so stunned when I first met Master Jerome, the young straight Alpha from France who had decided to take ownership of three faggot friends of his sister. Then I was floored when Fag C admitted that he was raped and infected with HIV, a revelation that barely rattled Master Jerome, who patiently helped Fag C feel accepted and loved again. It showed a maturity words simply cannot capture.
Recently Master Jerome took ownership of another faggot named Loic and officially claimed him by breeding him. The news made me curious, but I kept quiet because I’m certainly not going to question such a powerful young Alpha.
But my question was answered in this new update:
Hey Sam, this is your Master Jerome
It’s been a month since I fucked Loic for the first time and today I fucked him for the 8th time (yes, I am counting). He is a wonderful fag and is getting better and better at it. I want to thank you for the good guidance you gave him when I told him to reach out to you. You really know how to shape a fag into the best version of himself.
Loic and I were talking about cunting after I fucked him this morning. I do want to cunt him but I am not 100% sure if I have done it already. I read quite a few stories about cunting here and watched the videos as well, but I wonder if you could say a little more about it. There are not a lot of people on the Internet talking about this, so you’re basically my only source about cunting fags. Should I just fuck him extra hard? I do want to make him feel this overwhelming pleasure and submission of cunting but at the same time my cock is thick and I don’t wanna hurt my sexy boy.
By the way, Fag C left me. He found another Alpha who is HIV+ and opened his heart to me saying that he would feel more comfortable serving someone who lives with the virus as well. I was a little disappointed to lose his pussy after all the effort I made to help him. But I respected his personal space and preferences. I just hope that this new guy will treat him as well as I was doing because I didn’t shape a perfect fag for a destroyer alpha to cause him harm, so let’s hope. In any case, Loic is my precious fag right now and he’ll be my cumdump for the spring and the summer, and I get really horny in the summer! So I want your thought to make him a perfect boy.
I was so sad to have my suspicions confirmed: that Fag C had left Master Jerome’s protective embrace. After everything Master Jerome has done for him, it’s so disappointing to find out that the faggot left him for another Alpha. That said, I can understand the desire to find an HIV+ Alpha in order to avoid exposing Master Jerome to the virus. On the other hand, modern therapies quickly make the virus undetectable and untransmissible. Sadly, HIV is still a complicated issue medically and emotionally 45 years later.
Still, I’m just so impressed by Master Jerome’s warmth and love for Fag C despite his departure! The greatest Alphas are generally above the pettiness and selfishness of lesser Men, and instead know that they can replace a female or a faggot almost at will. I’m not sure if Fag A and Fag B are still in the picture (the three were close friends), but I’m assuming they are.
In any event, Master Jerome now owns Loic, too. Master Jerome is eight breedings in and understandably wants to cunt his newest fag. And it’s true: I am just about the only one who has really catalogued the incredible phenomenon of cunting on the internet, so I’ll be glad to serve Master Jerome by helping him with it!
Mechanically-speaking, cunting involves an Alpha’s cock roughly stimulating the faggot’s prostate. So fucking in the missionary position with the fag’s legs over the Alpha’s shoulders is the best position for this (although I have been cunted in other positions). The Alpha really needs to rut the faggot hard in this position in order to cause cunting to happen. Yes, it might hurt the faggot AT FIRST, but what happens after that makes the faggot completely forget about the pain, trust me. I suggest using extra lube before rutting like that in order to minimize the pain if that’s a concern.
It might take a few of these rough, powerful fucks to cunt the faggot, but I have no doubt it will happen.
I can’t wait for Master Jerome to cunt Loic, because cunting changes both the faggot AND the Alpha. It’s an event so profound that it cements ownership for life. I can still feel the Alphas who cunted me, my pussy aching for them all the time. So it will be for the faggots Master Jerome cunts!
Thank you, Master Jerome, for being such a bright and joyous light to faggots everywhere!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a very long time (April, 2025) since we last heard from Master Alex, an Asian God Alpha who, like Master Jase, destroys the stupid stereotype of Asian Men being tiny-dicked fags. Like Master Jase, Master Alex is armed with a very big dick, short, muscular physique, and an Alpha rage inferno burning inside him.
Like any true, natural-born God Alpha, Master Alex owns a large stable of on-call faggots and one live-in fag to serve as his daily cumdump and domestic. He runs his own housing business, and he’s successful in every aspect of his blessed life.
It’s always critical to listen and learn when a God Alpha like him chooses to tell the story of how he discovered and developed this great power within himself. Interestingly, Master Alex’s story hinges on a critical mentorship with an older, straight Alpha:
Fag,
Much time has passed since my last message to you. I have been busy working, training, gyming, rutting and breeding. Always getting stronger, always getting more dominant. I will split my reply to you into two parts, you will see why. And no, it is not because I love to also split muscle glutes in half.
I work in housing investment and sales. I only just returned from a five day conference. Within twenty minutes of checking in at the resort, I had a hotel guest on his back, legs on my shoulders, ripping into his muscle ass.There was an endless amount of men I met at the resort gym, bar, sauna, pools, and lounges. All those men whose pussies I gaped and reshaped. A hulking closeted married man also attended the conference, and I made him my regular bitch fag for the whole week. It was so easy to mark him from the first greeting. Took nothing more than a gym and massage session before I had his tree-trunk legs on my shoulders. I fucked and bred him no less than five times a day; you should have seen the fag’s face of bliss when I was finally ten inches balls deep in his ruined cunt. In meetings I deliberately sat next to him, fingering his sore, cum filled cunt, and he would moan and even assgasm from just being fingered. I spent an extra day mercilessly cunting him nonstop. When he was blacked out and wasted, I would fuck and fag out other men until he recovered. The married fag now knows his place, and guaranteed he can’t stop craving being fucked, dominated, and bred by a smaller muscled man.
My favored circle of faggots are twelve powerful, virile, studly men. No one would expect such commanding masculine jocked up males to be owned and conquered faggots in service to an even more powerful Asian male. All of them would be ready at a moment’s notice, a jacked up bitch presenting his holes or crawling to me, ready to serve and to be used. They come from all walks of life; of some of the twelve fags are a CEO, a popular athlete, a construction foreman, a bouncer, a tax agent, a boxing coach, high school captains, the list goes on. I was always aware I was different. I was stronger, faster, smarter, and superior to my peers. I was not bigger, but I felt bigger. My cock dwarfed other boys when we cock-pared. I taunted those boys and used their awe and disbelief to fuck and use their mouths and holes. I caught the attention of girls, even those already with boyfriends, and fucked them far better than their useless boys could. You could say I was cocky and arrogant and a rough, unpolished gem of an Alpha. My father and older brother were not the role models I needed; I was dominating out of pure instinct.
My friend’s father at a parent-supervised pool party saw how I interacted with an older fag jock of mine. Especially when I took the older fag away and fucked him for an hour before coming back to the pool party. He took me aside and spoke to me as an alpha to alpha, telling me how I would be destroying all the good will of my fags if I was an abusive dominant. He maintained he was straight and used faggots only to control. I have no doubt my friend knew something was up when his dad and I would go on trips just by ourselves for him to guide me, but he wasn’t an alpha and didn’t need to know. I was 17 when he and I both sensed I had outgrew him in dominance. He was the one that taught me that brutality is not the same as being abusive. When he saw me use a graduated senior stud slut, I saw how his eyes started to focus on me more than the action. How his mouth started to go agape and how he squirmed watching me. When we locked eyes, there was no doubt he knew too that I would eventually fuck and own him.
And I did. I took his mouth. Gagged and choked him. Made him pant and breathless. Smeared his face in layers of pre, spit, tears and cum. I took his ass. Transformed it into my pussy. Reshaped it inch by inch to form around my superior cock. He tells me he found his place the day he finally took my whole cock, punching through his second hole, cunting him anew, my foot on his face. I still regularly fuck him when I’m in the area. He would flail uselessly on my cock like a ragdoll from my ever growing strength as I fuck and breed and cunt him for hours. Lie barely conscious as he weakly laps at my cock on his face. Then leaves limping and bow-legged, my massive potent loads plugged inside him with the custom butt-plug he ordered just to keep my seed inside him. Says he always feels so much better, feeling his ruined cunt faintly squeezing around the plug, feeling my warmth deep inside him. He wasn’t the first adult male to submit to me, nor was he the last while I was a teen. And that only got even better as I got into higher education and opened up a whole new world of faggots and man cunts that I could rightfully take and own.
This straight Alpha father probably didn’t know the kind of power he was unleashing into the world when he took Master Alex under his wing! Isn’t it curious how so many straight Alphas own (or have owned) faggots during their lives? Once again, true straight Alphas see only power, not sexuality. But this father saw the complete power forming in young Master Alex and reached out to guide that power away from Destroyer Alpha tendencies and toward a more productive and beneficial course.
And I’m so glad he did! Master Alex has become a formidable force for good in the training and breeding of so many faggots! The mentorship he received at a critical inflection point of his youth helped to shape him into the God Alpha he is today!
As Master Alex indicated above, his message was split into two parts. The second half of his update will be published tomorrow!
Hi Sam! I’m a fag in my late 30s living in the northeast US, and the straight alpha I’m longing to serve lives in the Midwest. I had a crush on the guy in college, but I moved on from wanting a romantic connection with him by the time we were done with school (almost 20 years ago). I found out after college that he’d been fucking guys all through college, but he was keeping it on the DL because he was concerned about hurting my feelings. I’m pretty sure he and another one of our close friends were also banging on the regular, and in retrospect, there were a few opportunities for the three of us to play that I was too chicken to pursue.
A few years ago, I brought it up, and he said, “Yeah, everyone needs a big cock up their ass sometimes.” It wasn’t what I was expecting, but I was glad that bringing it up didn’t mess with our friendship. In 2022, I visited him for a week, and he flirted with me the whole time! In front of his girlfriend (now wife), he suggested that I might want to suck a load out of his cock—she looked mildly scandalized, but I got the impression he found a woman who lets him fly his freak flag. At another point in the visit, we were in the back patio of a bar and he was telling me a story about going to a strip club with friends, and he grabbed my crotch playfully at one point to make a point. My partner (male) and I went to his wedding last year, and though we didn’t make out (like we did at a mutual friend’s wedding a few years prior), we danced together and I felt the charge still there. I also met a friend of his during that visit, who he does a naked bike ride with every year; I also felt a charge with that guy.
It’s obvious he was testing and provoking me when I visited, but at the time, I was too scared to jump on the opportunities he presented. We catch up on the phone occasionally, and the guy is still my best friend, but we don’t see each other in person very often.
I fantasize constantly about serving him and his friend, giving them my holes and my hands and my mouth, letting them dominate me and in all ways treat me like the fag I am. He and his wife might be heading my way at some point this year—do you have any suggestions about how I can find and engineer opportunities, both now and when he’s here, to communicate my eagerness to please without going overboard? I feel confident that our friendship can withstand some stretching of the boundaries that have been there for close to two decades, but I get the feeling the onus is on me to make the next move. What do you think?
Thank you for the question!
Your situation is incredibly disappointing, You’ve had TWO DECADES of this straight Alpha signaling that he wants to use you, and you’ve pushed him back or stalled out of fear. What else needs to happen? Does he need to hire a sky-writer to write “SUCK MY DICK” in the air? Maybe take out a full-page ad in a newspaper?? It makes no sense.
Now here we are and you’re asking me what to do to encourage him to use you. It’s crazy. I literally think you just need to get up enough courage to kneel before him and apologize for not being brave enough to submit to him. Better yet, copy my “Letter To An Alpha” (link in the right sidebar) and send it to him. See what he says.
Look, I’m not trying to hurt you … but you need to understand how insane it is that you’ve been this constipated all of these years while this Alpha has been practically demanding service from you. There are so many faggots who would KILL to have such an opportunity handed over to them on a platter.
You’ve done the exact wrong things with this Alpha to this point. Time to start doing the right things before it’s too late. Shit or get off the pot!
This post is part of a thread about a faggot called Prath who bravely sought to serve a straight local Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I love hearing stories from faggots who discover their true purpose and immediately and fearlessly take action to offer themselves. It’s something I’ve always taught, and a mantra I’ve lived by throughout my own journey as a faggot.
It’s a fairly simple philosophy, but it’s sad how many faggots fail at it.
One faggot I can say has NOT failed to fulfill it is young fag Prath. In my dealing with him, Prath has proven himself to be a conscientious student, always seeking advice and acting immediately on it.
It’s no wonder he’s had such great success in his short life!
It’s been a while since I last heard from Prath, but he reached out to me to tell me about a new experience.:
You know what it’s not very common in our country but still many people are aware about hierarchy, dominant relationship etc about the lifestyle. I have joined a gym last month and its a big franchise kind where many elite people generally comes.
As been into lifestyle I feel turn on and submissive after watching such hot gym masters around me and there I came across guy(master). He is younger to me which is a big turn on and then with a great masculine body. If it would have been before I couldn’t approached him but now after serving doms I did approach him without waiting for days.
You know what I met him in the locker room and it was him and me alone at that time. And without telling him anything I bent down on my knees so that he will understand some dynamics
I was curious and scared but at the same time with hard urge i did that and he literally laughed at me and took me towards his car after gym for the talk.
No brother it was not just a talk but he asked me more about the dynamics what I was looking by getting on my knees right there and then he made me lick his sweaty armpits while talking. And took me to his home where he was staying alone and I was shocked after seeing such a luxurious lifestyle he is living in such an age.
Oh brother he said, I want to take a look how determined you are to become my “pet” so he gave me a task to clean his house in presence of his female maid just in the boxers. I was reluctant first but then I did it and his maid was laughing continuously while he was ordering me to do this and that. I cleaned all his house, I set his clothes, his weights and made him a break fast. Only then he took a notice and asked me to pay or renewed for his gym membership and I did instantly..
After then while he was eating the breakfast I made he let me lick his feet clean and then he took in the kitchen where he fucked my mouth wildly and I was shocked to see his package is really great so that his stamina.. he fucked me whole day and made me cry and pained..
From then he makes me serve and support him in the gym like helping him with weights, towels anything I can in the gym.. even the daily black coffee he drinks in the gym in the morning only after I pay for him.
Yes brother and it always feels good to serve this kind of humurous, happy and playful alphas.
He is rich, playful and wild. He listen me like a lover and teach me like he is elder and this contradictory when he is younger to me.
Prath’s success as a faggot is directly tied to his bravery. When he sees an Alpha, he does things like kneel submissively regardless of the circumstances. He’s not ashamed to be a faggot; it’s simply what he is.
But here’s the key: ALPHAS RECOGNIZE FAGGOT SUBMISSION! When they see a faggot submissively kneeling before them, a primordial switch is triggered within them that makes them want to take ownership of it.
Faggot submission does that, but only when it’s done with the qualities I listed above, something Prath has become quite good at fulfilling.
I’m proud of my brother. Fags like him are the reason I’m here at all!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
We’ve been hearing a lot from Master Jase recently, which is fine by me. His unparalleled, clear-eyed view from the very top of hierarchy gives him the perfect pulpit from which to gift inferiors (including most Alphas) with his knowledge and experience.
In the midst of his training session with Master Jake, Master Jase decided he needed to blow off steam. You know what that means … raping a pillaging! It seems there was a “muscle orgy” arranged specifically for Master Jase by his lieutenants:
One of my alphas organised it for me to enjoy Valentine’s. He’s one of my favourites, definitely an apex alpha with the way his presence oozes masculinity in both his body and attitude. He has his own share of fags and sluts that he uses. Yet this hunky alpha loves and craves nothing more than to have his oversized muscled body folded in a pretzel while my god cock ravages his innards. There were around 4 other muscle alphas, and 20 muscle fags and sluts there. By now most of my fags and sluts and alphas have come to know one another. They all share the same addiction to my utter dominance and my cock inside them.
So that gathering sounded pretty good, certainly brimming with lots of possibilities for Master Jase to vent his always-prodigious power!
But, oddly enough, Master Jase had a deeper realization while mounting and breeding all of the muscled sex toys there with him … and it involved my latest podcast episode!
Read:
Fag. There is no update on Jake and his fag brother. I spent this weekend and Friday at a muscle orgy. Ceaseless mounting and cunting. Holes and pussies all surrendered to my powerful cock and dominance and strength for multiple hours. When I rested, I had fags at my feet sucking and worshipping up to my cock, keeping it warm, and others with their noses buried in my pits, or offering drinks and snacks. I cannot count how many fags and sluts I fucked and bred. Which rooms I fucked them in. Only that when I deemed it the end, I stood and looked over brutally cunted fags and sluts lying everywhere, their gaped ruined pussies and mouths running and leaking out my potent seed. And my god cock and body was still hard and pumped and ready for more. It is a thrill to at times lose myself to that endless feral rut of merciless mounting and breeding.
What I wanted to message you about, is that while I was relaxing and enjoying a cock servicing from, ironically, a married slut, I was listening to your podcast about your response to the discussion of straight and gay alphas.
I know that you wanted the discussion to mostly end, faggot. I want to add one caveat of mine, a thought that you might appreciate.
It was interesting to hear about how you view straight alphas who willingly use faggots sexually as ascending to godhood. That they have gone beyond their sexuality and know their calling is to receive the worship and service of anyone below them, male or female, fag or bitch.
I want to express that I feel the same way. I have preferences towards males. Masculine, strong, confident males at that.
However, I have also fucked and cunted numerous females. Transformed and broken them into delirious cock sleeves. In front of their husbands and boyfriends. They willingly spread their legs for me. The ladies understand that they are also there to serve me and my needs.
While I do not take as great pleasure with females, nor the same physical level of brutal dominating aggression I can take on a faggot as I can a female, it nonetheless is the counterpart to when straight alphas sexually use faggots. It is a sign of control. Of dominance. Of power.
I know I am a god alpha. Perhaps that is why I never thought to put these musings into words. As it comes naturally to me that any hole presented to me is mine to take.
That is my last curious note and thought that emerged as I laid back, my cock nursed and suckled on, and listening to your podcast, fag. The topic should be done and dusted as you said.
I’m not sure how to react to the idea that Master Jase is listening to the podcast while getting his dick worshiped by multiple fags. I’m humbled! That seems like an awful lot of multitasking, but Master Jase is more than capable enough to walk, chew gum, rub his belly, and rule the world!
I’m glad that Master Jase and I agree on this issue of straight Alpha owners of faggots. True, he and I tend to agree on most things because we have both experienced the truth of hierarchy for ourselves.
I thought it was revealing to hear Master Jase admit that he’s never really thought about these issues before. Honestly, why would he? He’s so busy conquering and commanding legions of inferiors that little extra time exists for such meditations. But once he was able to stop and consider it, he drew similar conclusions!
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!
This site publishes a lot of very hot content everyday, but I never viewed its purpose as simply a porn site. I wanted a site that searches for the truths in hierarchy, the real-life applications of hierarchical principles, and the true stories of people seeking and finding fulfillment. Sometimes those stories are triumphant, while other times just hot, and still other times excruciatingly sad. I’ve never flinched from telling the truth, nor have I censored that truth even when under tremendous pressure to do so.
Censorship prevents us from finding the truth about our world, as well as the truth within ourselves.
So when Queen Sophie wrote to me about her dominant 15-year-old Alpha son Lucas, I didn’t turn away from the deeper truths the story revealed. Instead, I worked with Sophie (and later on, Master Lucas) as we explored the origins of his need to dominate females and inferior males.
In the long run, Sophie rejoiced in the revelation that her growing son was truly born to be a King, and she felt blessed beyond words that she was privileged to bear him. She knew there was something uncommonly special about Master Lucas, but it wasn’t until she came here that she found the complete answer.
Again, the knowledge of truth breeds purpose and fulfillment!
To that end, I received a nice long letter from Queen Sophie the other night. In it, she expressed a desire to tell me the story of her life that was groomed and shaped by the multiple powerful Alphas around her. I think you will see why such a story is important in our overall understanding of hierarchy.
My good sam the faggot,
I’ve been pondering lately about telling you a little bit about my own story. I hesitated to do so, because I figured you were mainly interested in Lucas’s progress and might not really care about a woman’s feelings and points of view. But I would like to confide in someone who understands hierarchy and alpha males. I don’t really have any questions to ask or advice to seek, but it would do me good to talk about it.
First of all, I must say that my respect for men – real men, the rare ones who combine the qualities of leader, protector, and provider – comes first and foremost from my father and my older brother, the first two men in my life. I saw my mother take care of them with great devotion and love. And they deserved it. They were great gentlemen, with quiet authority, strong, smart, brave and powerful but also kind and generous, true knights. They always were very protective and very supportive of me, they encouraged me to excel in my studies and in everything I did. Their joint deaths in an accident ten years ago is the great tragedy of my life.
I must admit, most of the males I have known in my life have always paled in comparison to these two manly role models whom I adored and whose memory I cherish. You’ll probably be exasperated to read this, my good sam, but I’ve always felt comfortable confronting or even dominating most of the boys around me, still to this day at work where I have male subordinates. And I have no trouble considering myself a powerful and confident woman. But when I meet a man in whom I recognise the qualities of a true alpha male, both physical and moral, I know to show him respect.
Lucas’s father was one of those men. I met him when I was still a young student. He exuded confidence, authority, charisma and strength; all the girls were crazy about him. I was lucky enough that he took an interest in me out of all of the others and actively pursued me. For good form, I resisted his advances… for a very short time. He was both romantic and macho. I gave myself to him completely. I was obedient and deferential, especially in bed. And he rewarded me a hundredfold! All those orgasms… You can be sure that I took great care to thank him properly! I loved nothing more than his growls of pleasure when I would treat him.
But because contraception is not foolproof, I became pregnant with his child. And that’s where we diverged. He wanted us to stick to what we had decided, to not have children just yet. But I couldn’t bring myself to renounce this child. Long story short, he gave me an ultimatum and I decided to keep the baby, accepting that it meant the end of our relationship and that I would have to take on this choice on my own, without him. He moved away shortly before Lucas was born and we never saw each other again.
As you can imagine, I thought long and hard about the choice I made. I disobeyed an alpha male, a man I knew was my superior, whom I loved and adored. Out of feminine selfishness, perhaps, because my love for the child I was carrying already surpassed everything else. And I know what that choice cost me in terms of my love life. For a long time, I simply didn’t have the time or the headspace to look for a partner. And as time goes by, a single mother in her thirties has less and less chance of starting a new relationship. My punishment for defying hierarchy?
But I have never, ever regretted my choice. Lucas has been the sunshine in my life since he was born, and my family helped me a lot in the early years. Thanks to them, motherhood did not prevent me from successfully completing my education and starting my career. And you can imagine, my good sam, how quickly I was overwhelmed with pride and joy to detect in Lucas qualities similar to those of his father, his uncle and his grandfather. That’s when I mentioned it to a friend of mine, who directed me to your website. I would always love my son infinitely, no matter what, even if he were destined to serve better men, as you are, Sam, but knowing that he is on the path to the pinnacle of the hierarchy fills me with great happiness.
There you have it, that’s all I can tell you about myself, my good sam. I don’t know if it will interest you at all, but putting this part of my life into words made me feel better. I hope it won’t lower your opinion of me. I will check with Lucas if he has any interesting news he’d want to share with his loyal servant from the internet.
Warm regards,
Your Queen Sophie
Daughter, sister and mother of real men
I can’t really describe how my heart soared while reading this letter. It reads like an old Western in some ways, during a time when women were submissive and innately understood to obey the dominant Men in their lives. It was certainly a different time back then. Of course, Sophie is a modern woman with a good job and lots of responsibilities. So what makes her outlook so different from the women around her?
The important influence of true Alphas throughout her life! But not just that … it was also Sophie’s deep, natural respect for hierarchy that was honed through years of witnessing it in her life!
Those forces shaped Sophie into the perfect vessel to bring Master Lucas into the world!
It’s truly a tragedy that Sophie’s Alpha ex (notice how respectfully Sophie still addresses him!) will never see what his Alpha genes created when combined with the Alpha genetics Sophie carries! And how horrifying that he wanted Master Lucas destroyed before his birth! How infinitely senseless that would’ve been! It’s like the ultimate disrespect for Alpha heritage!
Yet Sophie thought only of her hierarchical duties (even though she wasn’t conscious of them!) to carry Master Lucas to term, and then raise him with hierarchical values taught to her by her Alpha father and brother! Driven purely by instinct, she unwittingly shaped a truly powerful young King who increases in power every day!
I chuckled adoringly to myself when I read Sophie’s humble question: “My punishment for defying hierarchy?” No, Queen Sophie … there is no punishment for what you’ve done. Instead, there are only blessings and praise for your choices. A new generation will be led by your radiant Alpha son. He will be a light to all … but especially for the dutiful, faithful mother who saved him and raised him to be a King!
I’m a submissive boy from Iran. I’m 31 years old and married. My wife knows about my desires and sometimes dominates me it feels nothing for me. It feels so fake. I considered myself straight all my life and I wanna submit to a dominant woman in my dreams but finding a real one seems impossible specially where I live.
I’m your long time reader and alpha men and hierarchy idea really turns me on and I think it’s true. There is a natural hierarchy between men
But here is my problem, whenever I tried to approach or have any kind of erotic or sexual or service based contact with an alpha man I feel turned off by the body and the look and voice and…. Of those men. I’m submissive who craves for power to worship but I can’t find it in women and I can’t enjoy serving men. So I’m confused. Am I a faggot? And if I am what should I do? I tried contacting alpha men few times but each time I felt sick in stomach after our first meeting. And gave it up. Your wisdom and help is well needed and appreciated bro
Thank you so much for the question!!
I dearly love hearing from faggots and others from the Middle East. It crushes me to know my fag brothers and others (like you) who don’t conform to the restrictive sexual rules of that region. I worry all the time about those faggots who might never find fulfillment and/or lose their lives in the Middle East. If you’ve been reading me for a long time, you’ll know I rescued a kid (18-years-old) from Syria that I met through the earliest version of this site. He almost died getting out, but he was determined not to suffocate emotionally there and/or be killed. And there was no way I could let that happen, either.
So that’s my perspective when I get the rare chance to speak with someone like you, my friend. Just know there are people like me who desperately want you to be happy, fulfilled, and safe!
Just reading your question, I tend to think you’re not a faggot, but rather a “beta-sub” on the hierarchy chart. Your wife is trying to dominate you (which is commendable on her part), but we all know it’s ridiculous when females try to be dominant. You want an Alpha to dominate you properly, but you’re simply not turned on by the male body.
So what’s the answer? I think it might be good for you to try being a domestic submissive for an Alpha. That’s nonsexual, but still fulfills your desire to serve and be useful to more powerful Men. In addition, such service would probably be safer for you.
Try it, and see if that helps, my friend! My heart is with you!
Thank you for your quick and very prompt response Brother Sam, It truly means the world to me to have you offering me advice and guiding me, your website has really helped shape my life and identity and help me (and so many others) find purpose, I cannot thank you enough. I just wanted to write quickly to update you that I will do exactly as you said, I will have dinner ready by 5pm, over by 7 at the latest, a conversation during the movie about alphahood and serving him and I will offer to massage his feet -that was such a great idea, thank you for offering that , what a brilliant idea. I was also wondering do you think I should print out your letter to an Alpha and leave it on the couch before the movie or give it to him after or before dinner to open the conversation? would love to get your advice, also I know its my duty as a fag to serve straight Alpha men but part of me feels guilty submitting to my moms boyfriend, I want to submit to him wholly, fully and make his life better no matter what it’s my purpose as a fag but the guilt is inside me, I dont want to hurt my mom or betray her, do you have any advice on how best to deal with this guilt or reframing my view point? would dearly love any and all advice you can offer brother, I know I am destined to serve him but how do I keep the guilt away, what would you do, thank you brother, light and love -Ethan xo
I’m excited for you, and I’m so proud of your courage and attention to detail! Be determined to serve him, but allow the evening to dictate how you approach it. Don’t force it. Just relax, let the rhythms guide you, and just be eager to please him.
If you want to print out the “Letter To An Alpha”, that might be a good idea, but I wouldn’t lead with that, Like I said in my previous response, I firmly believe he wants to use you. So I would try the seduction techniques I outlined, and then use the letter as a way to force a conversation or to clarify a point if he (somehow) doesn’t understand. However, I KNOW HE DOES.
As far as your Mom, I understand. However, Alphas has needs, and we faggots are born to serve those specialized needs. Your Mom isn’t going to let him fuck her ass, for instance. I’m also sure you can suck dick better than her. And most importantly, you’re submissive to him in ways she will never be. You’re providing services to him to keep him with her. The likelihood of your Mom ever finding out about this is less than zero, I’m sure. Just bear in mind that this is exactly why you exist. It’s your purpose.
My thoughts are with you little brother! Be brave, and submit!
Hi Brother Sam, I Hope this message finds you well. My name is Ethan, I am an eighteen year old faggot (and proud!) living in New York, for a long time I have known I was a fag and wanted to serve Alpha men and submit to their power and hierarchy, your pages first Fags Worship Alphas and now Hierarchy have really helped me accepted my place in the world and made me feel accepted and seen, everything you talk about is exactly how I Feel, you have helped me become the fag i am today-Thank you brother Sam for helping me embrace myself and my need to serve Straight Alpha Males.
I am writing today to seek your advice about something that has been on my mind the last few months , I tried to ignore it and supress my desires and feelings out of respect to my mom but my fag urges to submit to a superior Alpha male are to strong and the last few weeks have been very interesting, I am in need of your advice as you always know best,let me go back to the beginning . My Mother has been dating this sexy muscular Alpha male named Aidan since Easter last year, this past fall Aidan moved in to our home (mine and my mother’s) and he is the most beautiful man I Have ever seen, tall, brown eyes, big arms and chest , chest hair poking out of his open shirts and oozing with alphaness, i was weak at the knees at have dreamt of serving him for months now, he’s a great guy and very charming, he’s Alpha and he knows it, he works in the bank and is a manager and is in charge of directing people and over seeing a team of people, he’s always leading and talking trash about the guys he works with and how they fuck up and he has to fix everything , he’s dominant and decisive often deciding where and when we will have dinner and telling my mom what to do and when to serve dinner and cook, (it turns me on), a few nights ago they had guests over for a dinner party and his friend tried to sit at the top of the table and Aidan didn’t allow it, insisting this was his chair, his place, his home and his right, I was turned on
I have been fantasizing about being his cum slut and serving him for months (and feeling guilty about the fact hes my moms bf but I cant help it) , recently there has been some interesting developments, I came home from school one day, house to myself (or so I thought) as usually my mom and Aidan work late and don’t come home till after 5pm, I was getting ready to head out and see some friends before dinner but wanted to take a quick shower, I walked in to the bathroom which was unlocked and was shocked to find Aidan standing there naked in all his glory about to get in the shower having just pulled his briefs down the second I walked in, my mouth hung open and my heart was beating out of my chest, Oh Sam he looked incredibly sexy and he had a beautiful cock that even non erect was huge and framed by a big thick masculine alpha bush, my voice caught and I coughed caught off guard and apologizes and said sorry that I’d be out of his way, he said it was fine but seeing as I was there to make myself useful and bring his clothes to the laundry room and put them in the hamper, he didn’t even give a moment to respond to say yes or no he flung his sweaty gym clothes and briefs at me, patted me on the back and said good boy, he walked in to the shower straight away and started showering while I was still stood there in shock, I walked out of the room more than a little turned on and put the clothes in the laundry basket (though i did keep his white calvin briefs and sniffed them inhaling his scent and musk and jerked off to him, I still have them hidden in my room)
a few days go by and my mom gets snowed under at work and can’t keep up with the laundry so it piles up (shes an ICU nurse and was very busy around the holidays/new years), Aidan comes downstairs one saturday morning annoyed that his laundry still hadn’t been done and he was out of fresh gym shorts to wear to the gym, my mom and him got in an argument and she said she shouldnt be expected to do everyones laundry and cant do everything alone, he said it was a womans role , she left for work, I was sat in the kitchen in awkward silence, I Decided to offer my services, I approached him like the good fag I am and offer to do his laundry for him right then and there (as a way of serving him even if he didnt know it) he said that would be great and told me to get to work straight away, no thank you or yes please, just pure dominance it turned me on how he spoke to me, almost like he expected me to do it and then he said he was still annoyed as he wanted to go to the gym right now but had no shorts ready, I happened to be wearing a hoodie ,t shirt and nike black shorts perfect for the gym-he happened to notice my outfit when I was walking out of the room and commented on them and said they looked good and how he wished he had a pair to wear right now then before I could even offer (which I would have) he told me he wanted to borrow my nike gym shorts to wear to the gym as I was just lounging around doing laundry I wouldn’t need them and to change, I was stunned Sam, he was so brazen and confident, not a hint of sarcasm or joking or again asking me please or thank you, almost like a demand, i dropped my shorts then and there and handed them to him, he slid his jeans off and left them on the floor and told me to wash them as well and then he headed off to the gym, I was stunned and in awe of his dominance, I got to work straight away and did his laundry and folded all his clothes after ironing them and put them away in his cabinets, he returned later and didn’t thank me but did say I had done a nice job and that he could get used to this
fast forward to last week, he comes home from work exhausted and tired after a stressful day of clients and meetings, he storms in the room and immediately starts shucking his coat off his shoulders and body, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button on his shirt and he takes his shoes, he sees me, smirks at me and throws his coat and tie at me and tells me to hang them up for him, I do just that , by the time I return he is on the couch watching Super Bowl commentary before the big game and drinking a beer (that he made my mom bring him btw ) and complaining about how he has walked all over New York and how his feet in particular are aching and in need of a massage, I tell him he works very hard and is a true leader, I sit down on the couch next to him but he stops me and tells me to put his shoes upstairs (I had just been and he never asked, I picked them up and went back to his room and putthem in his closet) . when I come back down I take my sear (moms in the kitchen making dinner and snacks for the game), he spreads his feet out across the couch in to my lap without a word, his feet smell ripe and sweaty, im so turned on but terrified to do anything, does he want me to massage his feet? is this a test? what if my mom walks in and catches me? I sit there in awkward silence , tempted to touch them and start rubbing but I dont despite wanting to, he just keeps watching them pre game commentary and ignoring me, feet still in my lap, I sit there in silence, after what felt like an eternity (but was like 20 minutes) my mom joined us, he removed his feet and we ate dinner in the drawing room watching the game, my mom took my seat and he did the same to her and put his feet in her lap and she rubbed them (barely but she did, I thought I could do a better job and would have) while she was rubbing them he made intense eye contact with me
later that night after the game I went to bed as did my mom and Aidan, he was thrilled the Seahawks won (he hates the patriots) my moms room is opposite mine so my wall is against her wall if that makes sense, its like 2am and I can hear them having sex loudly and my mom moaning out his name loudly and the bed frame shaking/hitting the wall making loud clanking noises, he sounds like a fuck machine, I think nothing of it try to block out the noise and go to sleep, the next morning Monday my mom is back at work, I have the day off due to inservie day and Aidan hasnt left for work yet, im in my room doing homework and chilling when I hear his voice, he’s on his phone, the door to my moms bedroom is wide open and I can hear every word he’s saying, he’s talking to one of his buddys about the Seahawks winning and how pumped he is, then he starts talking about him and my mom and the sex they had, at first he’s complimentary and nice,, then his tone changes and he starts complaining that he wanted to do anal and fuck my moms ass but that she wont do anal and no matter how hard he fucks her pussy he wants to do anal and that pussy and ass aren’t the same, his friend agrees and says his wife is like that to and they vent about women not doing anal and how they miss it with random sluts they met in college, the call ends as he has to go to work, I hang out in the hallway making it clear I heard every word when he emerges from the room but say nothing, the thought of him breeding my fag ass crept in my mind
I know this is very long and detailed but I want to give you all the details, we are approaching the final part and the area where I need guidance, this friday night my mom is going to a college reunion and has left money for me and Aidan to order take out and watch a movie, she wants me to get to know him independent of her as she loves him a lot and is serious about him long term, I have been thinking about this for the last week and agonizing over what to do, a plan formed in my mind, I want to offer my asshole to Aidan and ask to serve him as his slave and do his laundry, cooking and anything he needs, I have a plan that we would watch Pillion (I saw it last fall at a film festival and LOVED it, I saw you talking about it to) its online to watch in HD so I can get it for us, I have a plan to cook him dinner (Id use the money my mom left for take out to buy groceries) I want to make his favorite which is steak and home made french fries and strawberry cheesecake (Im a good cook, I took home ec and like to bake so its easy to me) I want to cook him a full meal, watch pillion and offer him my ass and to serve him in anyway he needs, I even plan to wear a G-string under my shorts to show off my ass to him and how fuckable it is ,my mom has let the laundy pile up again and I havent done his on purpose so he will have to borrow my shorts again and I can show off my ass to him when I take them off for him, I have it all planned out and want to offer him my ass as well as showing him, my servitude, loyalty and cook him dinner like he deserves, massage his feet and watch pillion and discuss alphahood and servitude with him based on the film, my only issue is I am terrified of doing this, do you think he will freak or agree to it? how would you approach it sam? am I a bad son for wanting to serve my moms boyfriend sexually? I feel guilty and torn but I realize i am a fag and it is my duty to serve straight alpha men and its a natural party of hierarchy and that trumps family even if its difficult for me, I guess what I am asking is for someone who understand hierarchy to tell me I’m doing the right thing and how to approach the situation? how should I broach the subject with him, what if he tells my mom? should I even ask him? I’m nervous, excited, anxious and need help and advice and you are the best person to ask and I value your opinion and advice, please help me brother Sam -I need your wisdom, advice and help, what would you do if you were me? how would you handle ir? am I wrong for wanting to serve my moms boyfriend?, I so want to serve this man and need your help in doing so, peace, love and light-Ethan! xo
My brother Ethan, thank you for this question!
First and most importantly, I want you to understand this: Aiden knows you’re a faggot. There is absolutely no question about this. I honestly think (given his behavior) that he’s used faggots in the past. Almost all of the telltale signs are there. In fact, he seems to be trying to trigger you into submitting to him (like with the loud conversation about ass fucking). His behavior goes way beyond typical innocent Alpha behavior.
Alpha Aiden has left a veritable trail of bread crumbs leading directly to his cock, and he’s been watching you follow that trail like the good boy you are. He honestly seems to be enjoying the little tasks he throws at you, watching you scamper eagerly to please him.
Your only “failure” was not massaging his feet when he put them directly in your lap after telling the entire house how his feet hurt. This was a mistake, though understandable given that your mother was in the other room. However, it cannot be ignored that he did this anyway. He was testing you (as are all Alphas who make this move). So even though you didn’t take the bait the first time, you need to make the most of this upcoming opportunity.
Everything you said sounds perfect. It’s exactly what you should be doing to seduce this Alpha (although he sounds far too powerful to be “seduced” so much as given permission to take you). You need to serve him completely, call him “Sir”, and reduce yourself as much as possible. If nothing happens by the time he’s relaxing after dinner (make it an early dinner), then you should offer him a real foot massage. It would be a good time to admit that you wanted to rub his feet the other day, but you were nervous. That could lead into a conversation about his Alphahood and hierarchy.
Don’t be afraid, Ethan. I’m fully convinced that Alpha Aiden wants to use you. He’s not going to beat you up, obviously, so you have nothing to fear. Approach this as your greatest opportunity to truly serve a very powerful straight Alpha, so cast aside any worry and submit. He wants you to!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
There has been a lot of brouhaha over THIS QUESTIONS FROM READERS in which a reader complained about my longstanding belief that there is no appreciable difference between straight and gay Alphas. Like some other issues such as chastity or findom, my position on this issue has evolved over time as I’ve been exposed to other opinions. I certainly didn’t feel straight and gay Alphas were equal when I first started the site in 2015. I’ve just known too many powerful gay God Alpha to ignore the evidence.
One of those powerful gay God Alphas is Master Jase. In fact, he might be one of the most powerful Alphas on EARTH, straight or gay. And I knew as soon as I published that QFR that Master Jase would eventually have something to say.
I wasn’t wrong:
Jake sent this to me. Jake himself is bisexual, but he knows that I am a gay Alpha and asked how I feel about this reader’s post. I pity the reader’s ignorance, fag Sam. He believes that gay men are attracted to straight men because of submission. He doesn’t understand that powerful gay alphas, such as myself, are the opposite.
I am attracted to masculine men because I love to break them. To dominate them. To show that my power and strength is above theirs. My attraction is one fueled by the need to have all that masculine confidence under my control.
The reader doesn’t know how many straight Alphas have sunk their asses onto my cock. How many I have pinned and rutted inside. How many I have cunted wide and taken my seed. How many I have transformed and made into better versions of themselves. Their girlfriends and wives too, I have fucked and made into absolute wastes. It is no comparison to the passion I feel from dominating other men, however. If I wish, I could have knocked up and bred a legion of superior sons and daughters. As it is, I will always keep trying with my circle of sluts and fags. Constantly breeding them deep, hoping to catch seed with my potent cum.
The reader, I don’t doubt is an Alpha. But he needs to learn to not be so close-minded and understand that there are god Alphas of all types, sizes, ethnicities, strengths, and yes, sexualities.
There really is nobody quite like Master Jace. In fact, his perspective is almost too skewed to give a wholly-relatable answer because he is the prototypical example of what I’ve often called the omnivorous Alpha. There are simply some Alphas to whom rules descriptors cannot be applied. Master Jase consumes all flesh equally and at his whim.
So to Master Jase, this argument of straight Alphas vs. gay Alphas is the catty bitching of inferiors, white noise drowned out by wails of the cunted rabble he leaves in his wake.
In fact, it’s God Alphas like Master Jase that really convinced me that, at least at a certain power level, there is absolutely no difference between straight and gay Alphas. I’ve intimately known and met God Alphas (both straight and gay), and they all want the same thing: ultimate power. It’s expressed in different ways, but the end result is always the same.
I’ve heard a lot of differing opinions from people about that DFR the other day. It’s been a healthy conversation. But ultimately, I defer to Alphas like Master Jase, true leaders who see the clearest perched at the top of the hierarchy!
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!
During my update on Master Anthony’s current situation and how he spent his 23rd birthday with his faggot Fabien, Master Anthony tossed off a hint about how he was in the process pf enslaving a teacher in one of his college classes.
Now, to Master Anthony such an occurrence is no big deal. It’s literally what happens with him every day of his blessed life. This teacher is only a few years older than Master Anthony, but Master Anthony’s God Alpha power doesn’t recognize age or position. It only knows conquering and dominance and glory.
Here is Master Anthony’s latest conquest:
OK I’m going to tell you my story with that teaching assistant, cause it’s becoming really good 😉 The guy is named Daniel, he’s a new teacher in his late twenties who recently got his PhD and whom I see every Monday in a small advanced class.
To make everything clear, I should point out that in France (I don’t know how it is elsewhere), students address the teaching assistants formally, calling them Sir, while they call us by our first names, and both sides use the formal “vouvoiement” form of address (rather than the informal “tutoiement“).
From the beginning of the year with Daniel, we developed a special relationship because I am his best student (obviously) and he soon had a soft spot for me. He often praises me in front of everyone in class, speaks kindly to me and such. Often in class, I take off my shoes to be comfortable just wearing socks, or put my feet up on the empty chair in front of me. Daniel never said anything to me, and I even noticed him sometimes glancing interestedly at me and my feet.
One day, when he asked us to hand in an assignment by the following week, I interrupted him to say, “I’ll hand it in the week after that, it’s more convenient for me.” He smiled and replied, “Okay, fine, as a special exception, because it’s you!” When I gave him my homework two weeks later, he repeated, “I made an exception for you this once, okay?” I beamed and said “Yeah, cause I’m exceptional!” “Sure thing!” he friendly answered.
In December, as the holidays approached, I went to see him alone at the end of class. I said, “Well done on your classes, Daniel, you’re a very good teacher, we learn a lot with you.” I could see that he was a little surprised that I used his first name, but he didn’t mention it. He was obviously delighted by my praise. “Thank you, Anthony! It’s easier with a brilliant student like you!” I told him that I would like to explore a particular topic in more depth, that I wanted to send him an additional essay for him to evaluate and help me improve, and of course he agreed. The following week, at the beginning of class, I said to him “I will email you my essay today. I want your feedback before the weekend, without fail!” He chuckled and nodded. He emailed back the very next day: “Here it is as requested. No fail! ;)”
When classes resumed in January, I went to see him at the end of class to ask him if he wanted to go for a drink. But this time, not only did I call him by his first name, I also used the informal tutoiement. After a second of surprise, he replied, “If you want, with pleasure!”, using tutoiement to me too. So I said to him, kindly but firmly, “I didn’t give you permission to say “tu” to me.” Then, with an uneasy chuckle, he jokingly said “Well, sorry, Sir“. So we had a drink in a bar not far from the university, and this time we were both using our first names… but I was using the informal “tu” form with him, and he was using the formal “vous” form with me! I was already relishing this reversal of power. I praised him genuinely, as I praise my underlings when they do a good job and satisfy me. “You’re a very good teacher. You’re going to help me to succeed.” “I’m very glad of it! That’s my purpose. To help a promising young man like you.” He spontaneously paid for my drink.
The following week, in class, while he was going over instructions that I already knew, I was talking to my classmate next to me. Daniel called out to me, “Hey, keep quiet in class, boys!” I stopped talking, but I glared at him throughout the rest of the class, and I could see that he was uncomfortable. At the end of class, I took my time leaving, and when we were alone, he came over to me. He said “Hey Anthony, sorry about…” I interrupted him. “Don’t talk to me like that ever again. Understood?” I could see he was startled and uneasy, but he did not protest, he quietly nodded. I patted him on the shoulder. “No hard feeling. See you next time.” The week after, I talked over him in class several times, and he didn’t say anything. I asked him out for a drink after class again. He was clearly delighted and relieved to be back in my good graces. And once again, he paid for my drink.
The latest twist: yesterday, after class, we walked together for a bit. I discreetly managed to undo my boot laces by stepping on them. As we were about to ways, I said to him “Hey, my bootlaces are undone! Tie them back up.” He was very confused. “What?” “You heard me perfectly well.” I said coolly. He stared at me for a moment, while I stood motionless and stern, then he looked around, slowly knelt down, and re-tied my bootlaces. He stood up and didn’t dare look me in the eye again! I said to him, “Good boy. See you next Monday!”
Here’s the situation right now! 😀 I must say, that’s even funnier that dominating my classmates and other boys my age. I feel like a cat playing with his prey! I really look forward to see Daniel next week!
Can you see how brilliantly Master Anthony captured Daniel? He started with testing Daniel with his feet, and then ramping up the tease with increasingly more brazen power plays until Daniel is likely too confused to even respond.
This is how it happens when a God Alpha recognizes a faggot-in-hiding that he wants to use in some way. He flushes the faggot out of its hiding place and then hunts it down! This is pure animal instinct.
I followed up by asking Master Anthony if he knew Daniel was a faggot from the beginning, and if he planned to fuck and breed Daniel eventually. He answered this way:
I didn’t immediately identify him as a faggot, but his quick and obvious admiration for me and his willingness to bend over backwards for my convenience quickly aroused my dominant instinct 😀 I wanted to test him out, and each time, I felt the impulse to go a little further. I’m absolutely enjoying the play, it reminds me of how Fabien slowly realized he belonged at my feet! LOL I intend of course to go as far as I can and I definitely will cum into Daniel at the end!
That is what we faggots are to Alphas like Master Anthony: playthings.
But playthings in the hands of a developing God Alpha like Master Anthony are safe … and cherished.
I wanted to express my opinion about the question you previously had about Gay VS Straight Alphas, and what type of Alphas was the more superior one.
In my humble opinion, the belief that Straight Alphas are superior to Gay Alphas is total utter bullshit, and quite frankly disrespectful to any Gay Alpha. To me, that belief stems from internalized homophobia about oneself, and eroticizes heterosexuality in a way that is completely separate from serving Alphas. Because someone thinks heterosexuality is “normal”, the homosexuality is deviant and abnormal, therefore inferior to heterosexual males. Which is again, bullshit.
I’ve seen comments saying Gay Alphas were inherently inferior because they had skin in the game, they had attraction to men, and could get attracted to Straight men too, meaning they were superior. The truth is, an Alpha sees getting served by a faggot completely separate from feelings or love. It has nothing to do with attraction, it is simply is innate right to be served and worshipped.
Faggots thinking Gay Alphas are inferior to Straight Alphas are simply bootlickers, and are disrespectful as a whole towards ALL alphas, just by questioning the alphahood of a certain subtype of Alphas.
Service isn’t about sexuality or attraction, it’s about DOMINANCE.
This topic has uncorked a torrent of responses since I published it a few days ago. I get all of the arguments, and I definitely understand yours.
I won’t add more to the fire right now, other than I’m more inclined toward your position (as I have been for many years), but the discussion will go on. I have more to publish on this, and will likely be my next podcast episode.
BTW: calling faggots “bootlickers” is almost redundant. LOL
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 23-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been a long time since I’ve heard directly from Master Anthony, the French God Alpha and owner of my little brother Fabien. Over the last year or so Master Anthony has been enjoying his superior life in the best ways possible, traveling to various countries with his Alpha pack and stable of faggots in tow. He’s fucked countless females and bred fags too many times to track. It’s all a typical part of “Alpha ascension”.
Master Anthony just turned 23 years old the other day. Imagine being 23 years old and essentially worshiped everywhere you go! A faggot like me can’t even imagine it! Meanwhile, a 23rd birthday is just another day in a glorious like few Men can comprehend.
But my little brother Fabien wasn’t about to let Master’s special day pass without once more going above and beyond to please him!
Hey boy
A few news about my life, as I know you love it ! Last week was my 23th birthday. My slave had prepared a nice surprise for me. He had contacted several of my other stooges (from college or elsewhere) and of my bros’ servants (I think you know some of them, Clément and Basile). When I came out of my room, irritated that my house slave hadn’t brought me my breakfast, I found myself surrounded by fifteen boys kneeling in the living room! They all shouted, “GLORY AND HONOR TO MASTER ANTHONY, GOD AMONG MEN!” and bowed down! It was so funny! I walked past each of them to let them kiss my feet, and I distinguished some of them by putting my foot or hand on their heads. And Fabien sucked my cock in front of everyone! The envy on the faces of the others, OMG!
Of course, all those little whores were throat- and ass-fucked by me and my friends during our party all afternoon and evening! My best mate Henri wanted to throw my birthday party at his house (he lives in a house with his parents, who were away last weekend). It was super fun! There were a few beta boys from college, one of whom came with his girlfriend. He had to lick my feet while I kissed the girl and then while she sucked me off! I loved it! It feels so good to humiliate straight guys and make them accept my superiority! I can still see myself slumped in the chair, with Fabien massaging my back, the pretty girl’s mouth around my cock, and her “boyfriend” on the ground licking my toes! SO GOOD!
And Fabien is still as flawless as ever. He’s been bulking up lately, at my request. I decided to have him do workout and not just accompany me to the gym. He’s already good-looking, but I want a more muscular slave. I think it reflects well on me, and I feel powerful dominating a very masculine slave. Sometimes I randomly order him to do push-ups, and I count! I place my foot so that he kisses it with each push-up. I know it motivates him! LOL
Next time maybe I’ll tell you how I’m subduing a teaching assistant at the university! LOL Bye, fag!
I love how Fabien came up with the idea of surprising his Master by using a naturally-occurring resource within their circle: a stable of faggots! Having them all kneeling in submission to Master Anthony when he woke up was genius! How on earth can Master Anthony think of himself as anything other than a God Alpha given these kinds of displays of loyal worship?
Of course, I’ve long maintained that Alpha ascension really doesn’t happen without the assistance of a great faggot. This is especially true with straight Alphas like Master Anthony. A great faggot serves without issue, always loyal and forward-thinking, and cherishes even the smallest opportunities to please its Owner.
That describes Fabien perfectly. Unlike many selfish fags, Fabien gladly shares his Master with other faggots (even teaching them how to serve him!), or serving humbly as Master uses females for pleasure. Fabien does all of this work full of joy and appreciation, but also free of jealousy. That’s a huge trick few faggots pull off!
I love the detail Master Anthony added at the end about transforming Fabien’s body. That shows Master Anthony is taking a vested interest in creating a faggot that reflects his own superiority. After all, a God Alpha shouldn’t be served by unappealing faggots, right?
Master Anthony is one of my favorite Alphas because he approaches his superiority casually and seems to truly love owning faggots as part of his growing kingdom. It’s such a privilege to be a part of that kingdom!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a gay marriage that has blossomed into a hierarchical union between a faggot named Dean and his husband. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I think Dean the faggot and his (now) husband/Master is the first time I’ve chronicled a former couple reorganize themselves into a proper Alpha/faggot dynamic in real time. Typically I enter at some point after it’s happened, or still needs to happen.
This is good because we can observe the shifting dynamics and see the adjustments happen “live” so we can learn what must occur to make a successful, healthy transition.
Dean has done an excellent job so far in surrendering to the released power of his Alpha husband. There was never any doubt about where this was eventually headed, but it happened quicker than I thought due to unexpected help from Master’s work mates.
I wanted to update you about everything that happened this month. Since my Master-Husband caged me I have been very obedient and respectful of the rules he set for me. Having only my pussy as a sexual organ has improved our sex, as I am not concerned anymore with touching my dicklet and I can fully focus on his needs.
My Master-Husband has also became more confident in acknowledging his role in public. He was out for some drinks with some of his straight work colleagues, and when talking about their partners, he shared that I started serving him. He told me that they were all drunk but that he was surprised how none of the other guys were shocked. One of them actually said: “I never understood how it worked without a woman, happy to hear that you lost a husband but gained a wife”. Some days later, another of the straight colleagues that were in that conversation told him that he wanted to talk in private and revealed that he is a straight Alpha owning several faggots. My Master-Husband was delighted to have someone to share knowledge with and asked him if he could send one of his most experienced faggots to our home to teach me how to be the perfect slave.
This is how I met Ryan, a faggot in his thirties with a mullet, plumpy lips and a very feminine body. He came home one weekend to teach me some tricks: positions to practice my arch, resting poses that show my submission while keeping my pussy accessible, ways to greet alphas…
Ryan was incredibly patient with me and his advice was very helpful but at the same time it also made me feel a bit insecure. I could see that my Master-Husband was eating him with his eyes. He often stepped in during the training so that both Ryan and me could practice our positions in front of him and licked his mouth several times looking at Ryan.
It was such an obvious situation that we talked about it immediately after Ryan left. He said that we were no longer in a traditional marriage and that although I would always be his husband, it’s in his nature to have more than one faggot and it would happen eventually. I agreed. He added that Ryan was owned by his friend but that he had said that he could use it sometimes to get a taste of the full hierarchy experience.
From reading the experiences of other faggots on your website I knew that this moment would come sooner or later but now that it’s happening I can’t help feeling scared… Although I know that in the long term it will be beneficial for our relationship.
Love,
Dean
First of all, how awesome is it that Dean’s Master-husband found Alphas at work who were totally supportive of his move with Dean? Even better, he found a straight Alpha who also owned faggots! That helps!
(And let this be yet another reminder that straight Alphas own/use faggots much more than anyone realizes!)
As far as this uncomfortable situation with the faggot Ryan, I’m sure Dean might’ve preferred something a little different (especially the way Ryan seemed to be leering). However, I look at it as the equivalent of tearing off a Band-Aid. We all know it’s coming, so just get it over with.
I applaud Dean’s Master for being so bluntly honest about everything. That’s how I know (and Dean should know) everything’s going to be alright. This expansion of Master’s power is natural and necessary, and as his faggot Dean should be thankful. Every faggot wants to see their Master grow stronger.
Honestly, adding more faggots only makes Dean’s position better. I know that sounds counter-intuitive, but it’s true. The more fags there are, the more the Master appreciates his first fag. You can ask Fabien about that, for example.
I’m so grateful to Dean for sharing this development! I hope his Master gets to read this and appreciate what a good boy he owns!
Hi Sam, Recently I came across some of your posts on X where you claimed that Straight Alphas say gay Alphas are below them in the hierarchy. I’ll start by saying that I agree with them. I truly believe that Straight Men are superior and that gay Alphas are below any Straight Man, but that’s not the main point. Even if we want to indulge the idea that gay Alphas could be equal to Straight Men, or even Straight Alphas, because of how they treat others and how they act, it’s clear as day that they don’t get respected by Straight Men simply because they are gay. The hierarchy is a social pyramid based mainly on sexual power, and the fact that gay Alphas, as gay males, could potentially be attracted to a Straight Man gives them a natural weakness and makes them inferior to a Straight Man, let alone a Straight Alpha, because the Straight Man holds power over the gay Alpha. To me, that doesn’t mean gay Alphas don’t exist, but rather that they are below Straight Men. We can see this everywhere, the number of dominant “Alpha” tops who have confessed that they would submit to real men, meaning Straight Men, is astounding. I’m not judging them, actually, I support this. I just don’t understand how you can believe they are equal to Straight Men or even Straight Alphas. Part of me wants to understand you and believe you, but I just can’t see that.
Thank you for the question/observation!
I’m not going to argue, because you make a salient point here. I would be inclined to agree with you based on that reasoning.
I remember back in the very early days of this site my pyramid looked significantly different. In that version I split the triangle down the middle, with one side a shade darker than the other to denote the gay versions of each level. After a significant amount of pressure from many including gay Alphas (for homophobia, no less!), I altered it. So you can see from my past stances that I’m not traditionally far off from your conclusion within myself.
I do think procreation itself is an argument for a lowered status for gay Alphas, but your additional reasoning makes a good case even stronger. However, I do think it’s more of a case of adjustment within Alpha hierarchy as opposed to an adjustment to the entire pyramid.
I’m happy to entertain more thoughts on this! Thanks again!
Continuing our ongoing series of investigative reports titled “DUH!” is this video by Dr. Joe Kort about the reasons why straight Men have sex with other males.
Dr. Kort is correct, although I think his conclusions are skewed by those he sees as patients because those are the ones seeking help from him about past abuse. That’s why he starts discussing straight Men who seek to be topped (in my chart, they’d be classed as “beta-sub”) rather than straight Men who want to fuck and get sucked.
This kind of research bias is why hierarchical truth flies under the radar of most scientific studies. They’re biased and looking in the wrong places.
This site contains more than ten years of in-depth data and personal testimony from straight Men on the uses of faggots, as does X and other places. This foundational hierarchical truth about straight Men and Alphas is irrefutable, but sadly still overlooked even by someone as well-versed in the subject as Dr. Kort.
Straight Alphas have always used faggots, and always will as long as this world continues. I don’t need science to tell me what I’ve experienced my whole life!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This is the second part of this story. CLICK HERE to read the first part!
In the previous post we learned that straight Master Vinicius finally decided to use his long-term friend and faggot Felipe sexually. When he first found out the truth about Felipe being a fag, he swore he wouldn’t use Felipe sexually because, as he said, he’s not interested in that. Frankly, this is justifiably the position more straight Alphas have regarding sex with males. After all, there is no natural attraction to another male.
But something this site has consistently taught and documented over the years is this fundamental truth: straight Alphas are turned on by POWER and WORSHIP, and that overrides any other concern they might have about gay sex.
That’s because sex between a straight Alpha and a faggot isn’t about sexual attraction, but rather, it’s about pure domination. That kind of power is its own aphrodisiac.
Needless to say, Master Vinicius was literally and figuratively blown away by the worshipful blowjobs Felipe gave him, and the surge of unconquerable power he felt charged through him like a lightning strike. He knew he needed to actually claim Felipe completely.
He decided to finally fuck and breed his first faggot!
I prepped Master Vinicius beforehand on the fruits of complete faggot ownership, as well as how to cunt a faggot and the importance of it. I had to act quickly, because it was clear a tsunami of lust was surging in Master Vinicius, and this was going to happen sooner than later!
Then it happened. Here are Master Vinicius’s account of what transpired physically, metaphysically, and, most importantly, hierarchically:
As I told you I had my fag Felipe coming over to be my bitch for the evening as I watched the game. When he got to my place I told him to pour me a beer, put the rest in the fridge and set the snacks on a tray and bring me everything as I laid on the couch, in the boxers I had on the whole day. He brought everything and I told him to take off his clothes and kneel… But I wasn’t very fond of that sight. I don’t know, I didn’t feel comfortable seeing his little baby dick out in the wild. So I told him to go to the master bedroom and pick up a pair of panties from my wife’s drawer. He’s such a slut he picked a pair of red lace panties, a little see through on the front. His “dick” is SO SMALL it barely made a bulge. He actually looked like a girl from the waist down (he was fully shaved… I was impressed by that)
So picture this: me wearing a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers already hard standing up in front of him, wearing nothing but my wife panties facing down to the ground as I was drinking a nice cold beer HE paid for. Life’s good, Sam.
I wish I knew that before.
I told him to worship me and beg me to make him my whore and he went on and on about how he dreamed about it since he met me, that he wanted to be a good boy for daddy and make me proud for giving him this opportunity to serve me. I made him put his hands on the ground, behind his back as he was kneeling to give him some support, because I wanted to use his throat as a fleshlight. So I bent his head a bit, put both of my legs behind his back with his head between my legs – as if I was sitting on his chest – and I started fucking that throat. This bitch doesn’t seem to know what a gag reflex is, and I love this about him! I was forcing his head up and down on my cock and he was taking it like a pro! I have a big cock, around 20cm (you do the conversion to inches) and the only times he gagged were when I got his nose pressed against my crotch and I blocked it to prevent him from breathing… He got my cock so slobbered that I don’t think I would had needed to use lube to fuck him. But I told him to lube anyway and to lay on his back on the ground.
You see… When I decided to fuck him I had pictured him on all fours or riding me. But I wanted to see the look on his face as he finally got the meat he’s yearned for years. And I wanted him to look me in the eyes as I entered his pussy to make a statement in his little head: that from now on the only cock that matters is mine. And Sam, what a trip that was! As soon as the tip of my cock entered his hole my fag started crying. I asked if I was hurting him, but he said those were tears of joy. I don’t know if it was the sight of that grown up man wearing my wife panties with his tiny little dick hard and crying of joy for having my cock inside him or just the rush of power that struck me – maybe a mix of both – but I was DETERMINED to turn that hole into a huge gape.
I was fucking him HARD. Taking it all out and shoving it back inside, aiming for different parts of his hole and get it as stretched as possible – his hole was surprisingly tight for someone who’s been getting fucked for 25 years. I was slapping his face, punching him on the side of his ribs, spitting on his mouth… I even rubbed his small ball sack like we do with a woman’s clit. My fag was going nuts, trembling/shaking uncontrollably, saying things that didn’t even make any sense while begging me to get him pregnant. I LOST MY MIND WHEN I HEARD THAT! I strangled his neck with one hand and told him to beg me louder to impregnate his pussy. I read that link you sent me about cunting. I’m sure that’s what was happening. I’ve never seen someone so given to me like that. I increased the speed and I told him I was about to cum and demanded him to say he’s my bitch and I bred him. It was something else… Un-fucking-believable! I’ve had women losing their mind over me in bed, but I never seen someone getting so senseless like he got.
I took my cock out, had him kneeled again and told him to clean it up with his tongue while thanking me for breeding him. And he did it with the biggest smile on his face!
I laid back on the couch, turned the TV on because the game was about to start and had him bringing me another beer, the tray with the snacks and a broom. He brought everything to me and I told him to lay on his back on the ground.
I took the broomstick, a roll of silver tape that was inside the tv rack drawer and I taped both of his feet to the broomstick in a way he couldn’t move his legs to the sides. I told him to raise his legs as far as he could and I placed one edge of the snack tray on the broomstick and told him to grab the other edge of the tray. He was supposed to be the support for it as I watched the game. I didn’t wanna hear a word, that he should try his hardest not to let anything fall for as long as I wanted him to stay that way and that, if he behaved like a good fag, I might let him cum at the end of the evening. In case he couldn’t handle it anymore I’d let him off this duty if he said “Fogo”. (My team’s nickname)
He was SO SCARED it was actually funny, but also adorable in a way. I could see he didn’t want to let me down. And Sam… He tried! And he earned my respect. It took him roughly 20 minutes to tap out. Way more than I was expecting. Luckily, for him, my team had already scored a goal and we were winning a tough away game. I let him off the restraints but he had to stay on the ground, massaging/sucking my feet as I watched the game. When we scored the second goal I smashed his little dick so hard he let out a moan that reminded me of a girl. I never heard his voice so high pitched! But he screamed like a pig when the other team scored a goal and I decided to aim my frustration on his balls. I never knew that kicking someone in the nuts could be THAT relaxing… at least for me! LoL
Half-time came and I told him he could ride my cock as I answered some messages from my clients on my phone, but he was supposed to keep saying he’s my little girl and how much she loves my cock inside of her. Yes, I was referring to my fag in the feminine at this point. So, for around 20 minutes I had my fag riding my cock with my wife’s panties on, telling me how much my cock means to her as I had my phone in one hand answering my clients and playing with her tits with the other hand. And boy, she was perfect at it! I shot my second load by the time the second half was about to start.
I needed to piss, so I took my fag to the toilet with me, told her to hold my cock with her teeth and lips as I pissed. I cleaned my cock on her face, ordered to pick me another beer and I was back on the couch – and my fag back on the floor.
I don’t know what the fuck happened, but the other team scored 3 goals on the first 20 minutes of the second half and my team was behind the score by 2. I wasn’t happy at all about it, but I squeezed my fag’s small nuts so bad after the second goal that I felt bad for her when the 3rd came. I went to the master bedroom and picked up my wife’s vibrator, told my fag to lay on the couch on her back over my lap, legs wide open, and I used the vibrator in her ass like a stress relief tool… For me. I was aiming at my fag’s prostate the whole time. My neighbors might have heard the moaning. The human body is incredible, isn’t it? How can the stimulation on a specific spot make someone lose the sense of space and time?
I kept telling my fag I was pissed but it was because of the game. But she made me really proud. And that I wanted to start treating him like a girl, since his dick looks like an oversized clitoris and he has titties that could easily fill up a bra. My fag said she’s going to be my girl and as slutty as daddy wanted her to be. She even started talking with a different voice. She was such a good girl I told her she could cum… But only if she managed to do it hands free, because daddy was already stimulating her pussy and that’s how girls should cum. But she asked me to cum riding my cock instead of the vibrator. She had those needy puppy eyes and such a soft voice asking to cum riding her daddy that I couldn’t say no.
I got her riding my cock facing me. The other team had scored yet another goal so I was done with the match… The moment I was having with my fag girl felt much better. I got her to ride me and tell me how much she loved to serve me that evening, how much my cock meant to her and my fag girl gave me an Oscar winning speech of how amazing and life changing my cock is. That I wasn’t only her master, but her king, her god. That from now on my cock is her religion and that getting my cum is her sacred communion, that every drop of anything produced by my body is holy to her: my cum, my sweat, my spit, my piss… She was saying all of that while looking me in the eyes, hands behind my neck, my heavy breathing against hers. I ordered her to cum. I gave her a 60-second count down. I didn’t even got to the 40s and she squirted all over my stomach while thanking me for being so kind to let her cum.
I had her cleaning the mess she made with her tongue then I shot my 3rd load on her face. I used my foot to spread my cum all over it and told her to clean my foot too.
And just like that other night I told my fag to clean everything while I took a shower, to wash my wife’s panties and get the fuck out of my place before I was done showering because my boy could be back home any minute then and I didn’t want them to run into each other.
Sam… I’m really playing with the idea of turning my fag into a girl when I want to get worshipped and serviced.
It was my first time fucking someone who isn’t a woman and, Sam… I stand corrected. You were right all along.
Absolutely astounding!
I love the analytical side of Master Vinicius’s brain being blown apart by the overwhelming experience of fucking and breeding his first faggot. His entire being was transformed into a raging beast of pure power and dominance, a point beyond the usefulness of words and rational thought. This makes sense, because all ascended Alphas can tap into that pure animal id because they’ve come to accept the natural use of faggots!
Once again, I commend Felipe for being such a good faggot and performing admirably as Master Vinicius thoroughly (and roughly) used him! So proud of my brother!
But I wanted to touch on the fact that Master Vinicius did, in fact, cunt Felipe on his very first try! For a straight Alpha, cunting their first faggot is almost as wondrous as what the faggot experiences. As Master Vinicius mentioned, he watched his faggot’s body shudder and his faggot’s face go slack and delirious, and it was something so intensely powerful that it made him need to pump his load deep into Felipe’s new pussy.
No matter how well Master Vinicius fucks his wife, he’s never going to experience TRANSFORMATION like that because of the power of his cock! Master Vinicius’s cock RULED this encounter, striking like a weapon and penetrating even the psyche of his new faggot. This is what Alpha cock does! It’s more than just a tool to fuck and breed things. It alters people, forcing them to submit and surrender to true Alpha power!
There is nothing stopping Master Vinicius now. He’s moved beyond the cares of unenlightened Men, ascending above them and clothed with glory. He can own anyone he wants now. If he wants a harem of female and faggot slaves worshiping him day and night, it’s all possible.
His God Alphahood is assured. He’s picked the lock and opened the gates to a Kingdom made just for him!
Thank you, Master Vinicius and his faggot, Felipe!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
For more than ten years I’ve been consistently preaching one fairly controversial message: straight Alphas use faggots sexually and remain straight. In fact, the original name of this site as registered in 2015 was FagsWorshipStraights.Tumblr.com. I had served so many straight Alphas in my life that I wanted to teach people this fundamental hierarchical truth.
I received a lot of pushback for a lot of years (I’m still getting it), but again and again through this site I have instead raised an irrefutable mountain of evidence proving this truth. I’m unassailable in this regard. Do you have any idea how many straight Alphas tried using faggots because of this site and discovered I was right?? I don’t even know, but it’s A LOT of them.
Master Vinicius is the latest straight Alpha to become exposed to this site’s message after his longtime friend Felipe admitted that he was a faggot and directed him to this site. And Master Vinicius warned me in one of our earliest conversations that he would never use a faggot sexually no matter what I said to him.
And I just smiled. You see, I know the power of hierarchy better than any straight Alpha. They can protest all they want, but in the end I know the POWER will move them more than their fears and paranoia.
So the other day Master Vinicius started asking me questions about how in theory he might approach Felipe in order to in theory try using him as a cocksucker.
But I didn’t give Master Vinicius theories. I gave him facts.
I gave him the truth … and the truth set him free:
So Sam… Here’s what happened.
I went over to my fag’s place using my emergency key, he was lying on the couch and I immediately told him to get up and get close to me. I gave him the first slap of the evening in his face. “Do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he said he didn’t. Slap number 2. I ordered him to take off his shorts and be only in his undies and with his shirt on. He did it. Slap number 3. “I’m gonna ask again: do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he asked if I was there to use him and… Slap number 4. “Only idiots answer a question with another question. What’s the correct answer?” And he said “You’re here to use me, Sir.” I said good boy and gave him the slap number 5. Then I gave him a wedgie and told him to get me a glass of cold water, a bowl I could put my feet in filled with warm water, a towel and nail clippers.
As he ran to get all of that I sat on his couch and started looking for something interesting to watch on the tv.
He got back, gave me the glass of water, put the bowl in front of me with the towel around his neck while the water was heating on the stove. I ordered him to kneel.
I told him to get my underwear I gave him this morning, he picked it up and I put it over his head, with the bulge part against his nose. By that time the water was already warm enough to pour into the bowl and I ordered him to get it.
When he came back and the bowl was filled I said “You’re starting tonight by washing my feet and massaging it. Then you’ll clip my nails. You’re not allowed to say a word unless spoken to. I have a lot to talk to you. Understood?” – “Yes, sir”
Then I went on and on about how I got very pissed and disappointed at him for talking about me to strangers online and having it published. But I said his luck was that he did that with you, and that I’ve been chatting with you lately. I told him you’re a VERY intelligent person, very eloquent and well versed in this hierarchy matter. So much that I got a boner reading one of your emails. That chatting with you made me realize that my cock does deserve to be worshipped. I told him we’re not friends anymore. But I decided to still keep him in my life because you, Sam, opened my eyes to the things I can get from him that no other women is capable to provide me. And that I got that boner because of the rush of power I had. And that I decided to give him one chance to finally prove himself he can be completely useful under our new dynamic – and one chance only.
By that time he had already finished washing and clipping my nails and he was just massaging my feet. I was already only with my underwear on. It was a fun sight, since he had my dirty underwear covering his face and he didn’t even notice I was barely clothed.
“Do you want to take this chance you’ve been waiting for 20 years, fag” – “Yes, Sir. I’ll do anything” – good.
I told him to dry my feet and approach. Got him kneeled between my legs and shoved his head on my crotch (with two pairs of underwears between his nose and my junk – the one on his face and the one I was wearing) and I told him to tell me his case, and it should be a very convincing speech.
He said something to the lines of “I’ve always knew I was a faggot and you’re an alpha. I was afraid the day you realized this would never gonna come. Out of all the men in the world you’re the one who deserves to enjoy this power the most. You changed so many peoples lives, you always guided people around you, you literally saved my life a few times and I’ve always been grateful to be around you, because you make feel safe being what I’m meant to be… Even if you didn’t know about it before. And now that you do I would be honored to show you new heights to your power and make you feel like the God you are.”
That “God” part REALLY got me hard right there, Sam.
I told him to take my underwear off his face and stare at my hard rock bulge. His eyes were shinning like a kid on Xmas day. I asked him “What are you?”, he said “I’m your faggot, Sir!”, I asked “And what am I?” He said “The greatest man I’ve ever seen. You’re my God, sir!”
Sam, my cock was throbbing already. Not in a million years I’d imagine something like this would happen. And you were spot on when you said that I got that erection from your email because of the feeling of power I had.
I told him to get some lube. He ran to his bedroom and brought it to the living room, handed to me and went back on his knees. I told him to turn around and put his head on the floor and his ass up. I pulled his undies back to normal, ripped the back just enough to get access to his hole, put some lube on it and told him to turn around facing me. He was losing his mind. He was shaking, dripping sweat. I could see he was nervous. I told him to calm down, that I wouldn’t do anything to harm him not anything he didn’t want me to do anyway. “Ok, boy?” – “Yes, sir!”
Then I gave him another slap and asked how many times have I slapped him already. He’s such a good boy that he immediately said “Six times, Sir! One on each cheeck, Sir!” – I smiled, said he’s a good boy and told him to try and ride my right foot. He didn’t hesite. Though he didn’t manage to get all my toes in, I’m proud of him anyway. You see… My feet are size 14. And my big toe if probably bigger than his little baby dick.
I let him ride my feet as I put my cock out and told him to jerk and admire it. If a meteor hit us at that moment I don’t think he would notice. He was COMPLETELY hypnotized. He was playing with its head, my pubes, my heavy balls… Drooling in lust to put it inside his mouth. And I’m not saying that figuratively , he was ACTUALLY drooling without noticing. It was the first time in my life I’ve seen someone so mesmerized by my hard cock. Not even my wife was ever like this.
I told him he could start worshipping my cock with his mouth.
He started on the head, playing with his tongue. Then started sucking it and without me even ask him he put the whole thing down his throat and started fucking it. It took a while until he started having gag reflexes. At one point he did something I’ve only seen in porn… My cock was down his throat, his nose was on my pubes and he managed to put part of his tongue out to lick my balls at the same time. I didn’t know it was possible! It felt AMAZING.
It was already the best blowjob I ever gotten! And he even forgot he had my toes inside his ass! Hahaha
Then he asked me permission to talk. I said yes. He asked permission to give me a surprise, but to do that he needed to get up for a second. I was so caught up in the moment that I said sure.
He got up, went to the kitchen and I heard him saying “Sir, do you mind if I ask you to close your eyes for just a sec?” To which I said ok, but hurry.
He came back, started riding my foot again and started sucking my cock again… But I felt his mouth icy and warm and wet at the same time. It was a weird but AMAZING feeling and I asked him if he had an ice cube in his mouth and he put his tongue out to show me 3 black halls drops.
DISCLAIMER: I know in the us you guys buy Halls drops for cough/throat. Here in Brazil that’s a Candy. And I’ve heard a lot about people using it to give oral sex.
That little motherfucker got me NUTS swallowing my cock with those halls drops inside his mouth. He was deepthroating, putting both of my balls in his mouth, sucking my head like a baby on a pacifier… But it was when he started licking my frenulum with that hot/icy/wet tongue while rubbing my head with one hand and massaging my balls that I admit I lost control. While he was doing that he kept saying that my body is a shrine and my cock is the God he worships. That my cock rules his life from now on if he is considered worthy of it. That he was in heaven being able to do what he had dreamed of for years and years and kept asking me if he was being a good boy. He had tears of happiness scrolling down his eyes.
Sam… All I could do was grunt, moan and breathe heavily. Nobody EVER got me like that only for giving me head. Actually… “Giving head” is not a good enough definition for what that faggot did.
I told him I was close to shoot my load… And he didn’t change his pace one bit. He started licking my frenulum with what he had left from one of the drops on his tongue and trying to say “please, daddy… Give me your God load!” and when he felt my cock was swelling up and about to cum he deep throated himself again, nose on my pubes, tip of his tongue on my balls and my juice exploded direct into his throat. He hold it there for, idk, 20 second. Then started to slurp it out.
Honestly, Sam. I think I haven’t came THAT HARD since I got my wife pregnant.
He sat more firmly on my foot and just looked at me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. My face was probably of disbelief, I ain’t lying. I’ve NEVER experienced something like this before. Then he said 5 magic words: “I love your cock, Sir!”
I told him to get up and bring me another glass of water as I was trying to recompose myself. He came back with the water and kneeled and put his head down.
Sam. I had to take a few moments to admire that sight and make sense of what just happened.
You were completely right on every word you said. I could NEVER have a woman giving a treatment like that. Not treatment… Worship.
I told him to look at me and got close to him. As I reach for his face he threatened to flinch for a millisecond but I said “Don’t worry. I’m not giving you the 7th slap” instead I rubbed his head and told him I was really proud of him. And that he aced the one chance he had. I was so proud that I don’t think I’m letting Flavio getting near him again. He can’t appreciate a worship like that. This faggot is mine. As he always been.
Full disclosure: I warned Felipe that I thought Master Vinicius might be ready to use his throat, so he was able to have those Halls cough drops ready. LOL
Brothers, this is how we win every time. We submit completely to the awe and majesty of our straight Alphas and we worship them in ways that never ever occur to females. We blow their minds in addition to their cocks until there is no doubt in their minds that they need to keep using us.
Felipe went above and beyond in order to thoroughly satisfy Master Vinicius, leaving him with a feeling he’d never quite experienced so acutely before: God Alphahood.
And the most revelatory part: Master Vinicius was still STRAIGHT, but changed in the most extraordinary way. You see, his sexuality didn’t change … but he began his ascent to levels of power other straight Alpha deny themselves. What a shame!
But Master Vinicius wasn’t done! Just like any powerful Man who has achieved some intoxicating level of wealth and glory, Master Vinicius wanted to drink more from the wellspring of hierarchical power!
He ordered his faggot to write of their second encounter:
I got to serve Master Vinicius again! He called me saying he was almost done at the gym we have here, that he wanted me to go downstairs with a fresh towel for him. I immediately went down and he was leaving the gym, I gave him the towel and he told me to follow him to the elevator. When we got there he gave me back the towel and told me to sniff it as we were going up. He said his wife will be out for a couple of days and asked if I thought was fair that he had to release his stress by himself. I said of course not. And we got into his place.
He told me to make him his protein shake and load the washing machine with the laundry on the baskets from the master bathroom and the second bathroom. So I did. When I finished all of that he said I had the machine’s cycle time to suck him dry. He was still smelling from the gym. I CAN’T PUT INTO WORDS HOW GREAT HE SMELLED!!! I started sucking him and he kept telling me to say how great his cock is and how much I love it – like I needed an excuse to do that… He said he’s gonna use me all these days his wife is not around. Not to get my hopes up about him fucking… Yet. He said he does want to fuck me and is going to do it eventually, but I’ll know when he’s ready. I teared up a bit, not gonna lie. I felt very emotional. Then he shoved his cock way down my throat and gave me a head lock on my neck, I couldn’t move and barely breathe. And he got me like that as he finished his protein shake.
I got to suck his dick, lick his balls, his armpits, his chest… It was like I was given the gift of cleaning his sweat with my tongue. It felt AMAZING!
When he was just about to cum he told me to stop sucking and just stare at his cock and balls to see how a real man cums… And he came on his foot and made me to lick it clean. Sam… I’m not into feet AT ALL. But it felt A-MA-ZING!
By then the machine was done and he told me to hang up the clothes and do the dishes in sink while he had a shower. And that I was supposed to leave as soon as I finished it because he didn’t wanna see me when he left the shower. So I ran to do that and came back home.
Btw: as I was sucking him he prohibited me from jerking off (he knows I’m a gooner) and that I’m gonna know when I’m allowed to cum – but gave me no details about it, so I’m kind of in the dark. But I won’t question it. He knows what’s best for me.
Incredible!
We see so many elements in these encounters that I’ve discussed for years, natural laws straight Alphas understand and utilize when using a faggot (like denying Felipe masturbation while serving, or making Felipe lick his cum off his feet) because they come from the very heart of all straight Alphas. They all want the same worship, the same service, the same honor, respect, and awe.
And only faggots give straight Alphas exactly what they crave!
So once again, the hierarchical truth contained on this site has changed a life, this time a powerful straight God Alpha named Master Vinicius. And our world is better for it!
BUT WAIT: This is only PART ONE! Just wait until you hear what happened NEXT!
