This is part of a thread chronicling Master Con, a young Alpha in university in the UK. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Stupid Alphas talk about faggots in such ugly and demeaning ways. They shame faggots, abuse them, and humiliate them publicly. They call faggots “worthless” even when they’re taking outrageous amounts of money from them.
These Alphas are rightly called “stupid” because they fail to embrace the deep truth of Hierarchy and the symbiotic power exchange that underscores the Master/faggot relationship. Only a moron would derive power from a beneficial relationship and then fail to appreciate it!
There are sadistic Alphas out there who actually tell their faggots that they don’t care if the faggot dies! I’m not even sure how to classify such Men (I certainly don’t consider that the attitude of a superior Man) who lack any empathy or hold any affection for a valuable possession like a faggot that lives to serve faithfully and wants only its Master’s approval. It’s baffling.
This is why I’m always encouraging faggots to serve truly good Protector Alphas who value their devoted servants. These truly superior Men exemplify godly qualities befitting a lofty title like “Alpha” or “Master”.
Master Con (@MasterConFeet on X) is one such Alpha.
I’ve come to deeply respect Master Con over the last few years. Despite being young, he’s become a wildly successful businessman who now owns two private jets in addition to all of the splendor appropriate for an Alpha like him. I’ve been privileged to work with him to try and rescue gay kids from the Middle East (he was inspired by my rescue of Baby Boy), and I was recently involved in helping Master Con acquire a faggot from the States named Nick. Everything Master Con does he does with a desire to use his great power and wealth not only to better his own life, but also to right the wrongs he sees in the lives of inferiors and the weak.
In other words, Master Con is a natural leader who leads with a just and moral heart.
And so, as one of Master Con’s remote faggots, I was greatly distressed when I learned about the unexpected passing of Master Con’s very first faggot Charley at the age of just 20 years old.
Here’s the statement Master Con released about it:
Death is incomprehensible and devastating anytime it comes, but when it takes someone young and full of life like Charley, it leaves everyone in a state of inconsolable shock.
Then add to that shock the loss of possibly the most dynamic relationship an Alpha can have. It’s hard to quantify all of the things Master Con learned about his place and power in this world by owning Charley, and I guarantee Charley was grateful everyday for the way Master Con trained him and taught him and protected him.
Through their Hierarchical relationship as Master and faggot, Master Con and Charley grew together like two trees side-by-side until they had become one and were delicately intertwined.
And now that Charley is gone, Master Con mourns.
He is not afraid or ashamed to mourn the loss of his beloved first faggot. He wants the world to see the anguish and sorrow over his “good boy”. Charley’s faithful submission filled Master Con with pride. Why? Because that good faggot Charlie belonged to HIM ALONE, and Charley’s good example added praise and prestige on Master Con’s name.
Mourning that loss doesn’t lessen Master Con either as a Man or an Alpha. No, in fact, it ELEVATES him above the rest! By sharing his pain, he reveals the kind of qualities anyone would want in a King. He learned those qualities in part through the ownership of good faggots like Charley, and he never forgets that.
It’s too bad so many Alphas out there are too stupid to understand that as well!
To my wonderful Master Con, my heart goes out to you, Master. I’m so sorry for the loss of your dear Charley!
The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a straight college Alpha named Jason who has taken ownership of a faggot classmate named Mason! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Why do straight Alphas take ownership of faggots? What causes them to consider it at all?
The answers are buried deep in the male psyche, a primal urge to dominate the weak. It’s this urge that causes teenage Alphas to bully fags and other weaklings. It’s the urge that makes Alphas possessive, competitive, and aggressive. It’s what makes Alphas our leaders and Kings.
When we think of Kings, we immediately think of Kingdoms. The average male wants his house to be his castle, but an Alpha thinks bigger. He wants a Kingdom that serves and worships him and his needs.
That Kingdom is built of females worshipers who service him sexually and give him babies, but it is also built of submissive males who can serve larger tasks and form and army to die at his command.
Faggots are the way an Alpha can have that vision of a Kingdom come true. Ownership of fags satisfies that primal Alpha urge to subjugate other males and emasculate them and control them. These thoughts might not be on a conscious level with Alphas, but subconsciously Alphas have that in them. It typically just takes the right faggot to ping it.
Here is a story about the faggot that first pinged straight Alpha Jason’s desire for a Kingdom. The faggot’s name is John, and Master Jason kindly offered to have John reach out to me and tell the story of how he came to be the first faggot owned by this incredible straight Alpha.
I don’t write really but I am the faggot John that Master Jason first owned and wanted to add onto this story after Sir encouraged me to write to you. I am honored as the faggot to have awakened Sir after seeing the Alpha he has grown to be, I wanted to provide some more details about Master Jason, I met Sir when I was a Senior and Sir was a freshman and instantly I knew he was an alpha simply after talking to him after a few minutes. I could sense his confident charisma and my friends who saw him were instantly whipped alongside myself. I ended up seeing him on campus and in the gym occasionally and was plagued by thoughts of just worshipping him. I had followed your page for a while now and knew I was a faggot, but merely chalked it up to more of a “kink” rather than a reality as I did “worship” some guys on it was sexual for my own pleasure rather than true servitude.
My first time serving Sir was when one of my friends invited me a party that was being thrown by one of his friends I didn’t know at the time and I wish I remembered more details from then. I had a rough week to that point so I drank like hell at the party and ended up throwing up and being in a complete drunken daze when I ran into Sir outside. I barely remember this besides when he told me but I was in a drunken daze and told him everything about first my issues and then second how I think I’m a faggot and how I desperately wanted to serve him. He ended up watching over me and the other students who blacked out until next morning when I couldn’t find my friends. I was so apologetic at this time but he was so kind telling me it was all chill since he was looking after a couple others as well. After he and his friend confirmed everyone was okay, he drove me and a couple others to our homes. I was the last person he dropped off when he told me about what I had said about being a faggot the night before and asked me about it. I was embarrassed but showed him the letter on your website to explain how I thought he was superior to me and I wanted to serve whatever he needed, whether it be worship or chores. He was taken aback but for that first time he had me pay for his gas and had me sniff his feet which he said was to test my boundaries. He was slow at first in testing what he could do, but once I gave him permission for everything it all took off. I drove around 30 minutes to his place each day to do all his chores, his homework, and if he let me worship him and he acknowledged me rarely calling me “Slave I need this done now.” His natural dominance made it impossible for me to escape and I knew it was where I belonged but what stuck to me was when one night I had a really bad situation unfold back at home and I tried to drive over and serve Sir but he noticed my head was elsewhere. He made it clear that I didn’t need to worship or do any chores today and told me “Hey man, I know we have this situation going but genuinely if it gets too much or something’s up talk to me”. We ended up talking and drinking a lot that night and it felt so casual and I felt seen, the fact he could balance his more dominant side but also stay caring from first meeting me and even looking out for me when I wasn’t serving him was made me want to stay with him. I was gladly owned by him for just under a year until I graduated, where I had to unfortunately fly back to my hometown to deal with some matters.
However, I had the privilege to serve Master Jason again this week for the first time in 9 months, as I had a business trip around an hour from where he lived and he is the same caring alpha but somehow more dominant than before! When I got there we talked for a while and he checked in on how I was doing taking care of my family which was the same genuine care he always possessed even when I was clearly below him. After our conversation, I worshipped him as usual before cleaning his muddy shoes. I was hesitant because I loved worshipping Sir’s feet but actual mud was new but he threatened “Clean my shoes now fag or I’ll lock you outside the room naked” so I instantly obeyed and was surprised by how direct he had gotten. As a reward though he ended up handcuffing me to the bed frame and tossed me one of his sweaty socks and said he would be back in a couple hours. I spent almost the entire time he was gone jerking off with one hand to his sweaty sock. When he came back I was blindfolded and handcuffed to a chair this time and gagged before he whispered since you’ve been such a good fag here’s your reward.
Then the unbelievable happened, I was graced with the opportunity of Master Jason fucking another woman in the same room as me! Sir was so powerful as I heard all her moans of pleasure and pain that were the loudest I had ever heard. The entire time my dick was hard but it was both a reward and torture hearing everything but being unable to see anything. After a while he ungagged me and told me to lick the girl’s feet and I obeyed before he told me “Don’t say a fucking word now that you’re not gagged alright faggot”. They fucked for another hour before Sir came and I remember that exact moment I had to control myself to not beg to see. After she left Sir teased me describing his cock while I still couldn’t see and I found myself begging for him to let me see. Even though I am a faggot, I never felt so humiliated in this moment that I begged for even the opportunity to just SEE his cock and not even be used as a hole. Unfortunately, when Sir let me see again he was fully clothed again but I still thanked him relentlessly for blessing me with the chance to hear him fuck and he told me I was such an obedient good boy. This was the first time he ever did anything sexual around me as I left it up to him what he thought I was deserving of and it felt so good getting his validation. He ended up staying in the room I paid for my business trip, while I was forced to sleep on the ground but I never felt more correct in what I was doing.
As a note to his character, the day after everything happened, he asked if everything was alright, which of course I said yes I enjoyed it all! Most alphas only care about themselves and their pleasure and while Sir rightfully puts himself first in using me, the fact he asked afterwards really shows the Master that Jason is. As a last note, Mason is quite attractive and built as well, when I first met him when Sir had him drive us to the airport, I did not think he was the Mason in your story and had I not known Sir owned him I would have served him or thought he was a master as well. I ended up telling Mason that he should cherish this opportunity and he was lucky to be owned by Master Jason because he is unlike any alpha had ever met and I wish I could be closer to serve him more often. That’s all from me I don’t write often but felt it was my duty to let everyone know the Alpha that Master Jason is.
I was blown away by this gorgeous love letter John wrote about his Master, Jason. It’s so humble and honest and full of deep yearning and gratitude! I can’t wait for Master Jason to read it!
Please note that John cleverly used my “Letter To An Alpha” on this website to correctly explain hierarchy in terms that help to trigger him to action. I wrote it that way on purpose. I don’t know why so many faggots are failing to use the effective and FREE tools I’ve built to help them the way they helped John … well, I guess some just get it.
I love how Master Jason’s idea of a reward for his faggot was tying the faggot up and letting it listen to him fuck a female. Obviously, it was a perfect reward, but the fact that he has the awareness to comprehend his own power and its effect on everyone around him is astounding.
John is an outstanding faggot, which is why Master Jason (a true Protector Alpha) has kept him in his stable despite the long distances. Even though Master Jason has never allowed John to even taste his cum, he knows John is his property for life.
And, judging by this magnificent letter, I’d say Master Jason is right!
The original site FagsWorshipAlphas.com was a revolutionary experiment in the Hierarchy space. Born from the social incubator known as Tumblr, FWA migrated to its own dedicated domain in the winter of 2018, pulling away tens of thousands of visitors from Tumblr and continuing its mission of teaching the truth about Hierarchy, mentoring Alphas and faggots, and meticulously chronicling some incredible true stories.
The site was already experiencing great traffic and interaction when I was contacted in 2019 by a Korean Alpha named Jin. Little did I know it then, but Jin’s story – and all of the interlocking stories that arose from him – would completely transform not just FWA, but also fundamentally change how we see Hierarchy, and alter the lives of many people, including mine.
You see, Master Jin (as he came to be known) was just a straight Alpha in Toronto sharing a dorm room with a guy named Chin who seemed to be a faggot. And once I had confirmed to Master Jin that Chin was most certainly a faggot, I advised him on how to take ownership of Chin. And once he did, many more straight Alphas on his soccer team went out and claimed faggots for themselves, too!
The resulting stories captivated countless people, inspired many straight Alphas to seek out personal faggots, and kept my fingers typing day and night until they were practically bleeding. Because of the three primary Alphas in that saga (Master Jin, Master Nick, and Master Matt), I finally chose to lock myself in chastity to honor them. The bravery, honesty, and curiosity of that Toronto group of Alphas and faggots taught me (and many others) a lot about what is possible when people want to live truthfully with purpose.
To honor the great pioneer Alpha Master Jin – the godfather of it all – I have recreated his thread here. You can click on the image above or CLICK HERE to be taken to that thread in chronological order.
It has been my great honor to have been a part of the journeys of all of the Alphas and faggots whose lives were touched by Master Jin and his loyal faggot Chin.
Thank you, my beloved Master Jin! And thank you to my younger brother Chin!
I’ve never been a huge proponent of online findom for a variety of reasons, but my main objection is this: it weakens Hierarchy by encouraging lazy, selfish faggot behavior while elevating unworthy dumbfucks to the rank of Alpha simply for being attractive or cartoonishly “dominant”.
Now, the faggot nonsense I can brush aside (after all, life will be a harsh Master in the long run), but these fake “Masters” of findom really offended me. You see, I’ve been fortunate in my faggot career to have been owned in real life by some of the greatest straight Alphas I’ve ever known. I know true Alphahood when I see it not only I’ve served them, but also because I have a deep appreciation for Hierarchical truth. And lemme tell you, Alphas aren’t defined by the number of feet pics they post online.
Having said that, I can confidently tell you that Master Virgo (@KingVir919404 on X) is one of the purest straight God Alphas in all of online findom.
I met him around 2021 and was instantly captivated by his chilly, casual demeanor. I was also excited to find out he owned live-in faggots despite being resolutely heterosexual. His early interactions with me were curt and dismissive, as if he was a movie star who couldn’t be bothered. Then one evening I was speaking with one of his live-in faggots in a Twitter Space when Master Virgo arrived home and began barking orders to his faggots, and I could sense his gigantic presence over the phone!
Another thing you quickly come to understand about Master Virgo is that he’s an Alpha who lives a high-class lifestyle bedazzled with luxury items and experiences. He associates with the wealthy and well-connected. You might catch him in exclusive clubs, or on a private beach at an expensive resort, or making a splash at The Met Ball. He smokes the best cigars, fucks supermodels, and drinks from the top shelf. He uses cash to light his smokes. Here are a few pics to give you a taste of his everyday life:
All of this lavish lifestyle is provided by Master Virgo’s large, solvent stable of owned faggots.
In fact, it’s the quality of Master Virgo’s faggots that best defines his actual power. His faggots are loyal and extremely submissive in their service to him despite the fact that Master Virgo will never give them anything sexual or romantic.
I had the distinct pleasure of speaking with one of Master Virgo’s favorite possessions, a faggot named Tyrell (@joyofsubmission on X). I asked this faggot if he might write about his experience as one of Master Virgo’s favorite owned faggots, and he wrote this:
I would like to start out by saying I’m not some self-hating, low-hanging fruit that would’ve served just any pair feet with a middle finger. I’m an educated professional. Decent looking, sociable, with friends and family that love and respect me. I say this not to elevate myself in anyway from any of my brothers in servitude (I am absolutely, an owned, domesticated and completely subjugated faggot to a real man after all), but to highlight just how powerful my Master is. He is my King, my Daddy, my owner, my guiding light, and my purpose. I am happy to share how He came to claim what was always His.
It all started with photo on twitter. They say a picture’s worth a thousand words, but in a true-to-this Alpha male’s case, worth $o much more. I’ve always felt that aching need to submit to a real man and like so many faggots before me, chased that feeling into Findom. However, I had grown bored with the temporary, transactional sensations and had deleted my Findom twitter and resigned myself to move on, unsatisfied. That is until the hand of fate brought a photo of who would become my Master across my vanilla twitter timeline through a mutual’s displayed likes no less.
I was completely entranced! The style, the poise, the confidence. I had to know more, and proceeded to do a deep dive down his timeline, greedily absorbing all I could. Before I knew it, I found myself creating another account. Sending a message, and of course out of respect, including a screenshot of my first tribute in over a year. He took his time responding which was a response in and of itself. I waited on pins and needles, and was thrilled to be acknowledged by this Man. I continued to send more tributes, and eagerly answered any and all questions He had for me over time. In his wisdom and prescience, knowing what I had only yet begun to learn, he eventually invited me to treat him to lunch as I had recently moved to His city. He set a date and chose a location. I was unquestionably excited, but like many faggots in denial I thought to myself – “sure, I’ll meet him. Most of these doms aren’t the real deal and I’m sure I’ll see that up close and personal. I’ll just get it out of my system and dispel the illusion.”
The day finally came and I couldn’t have been more wrong. From jump he provided instruction- telling me how to dress for the occasion. Where to park and await his arrival, opening his door (I’ve since been trained to always open every door for him when in His presence). I didn’t realize it but I was already being trained for the role he had prepared for me. As He stepped out of His vehicle and I looked up at Him, every question I had about His authenticity was obliterated. My knees buckled, and the only thing keeping me standing was that He had not yet given me permission to kneel. When He finally did it was a relief and a confirmation all in one.
Throughout the course of the meal and the conversation I was so taken aback by how multi-dimensional He was. He was charming, charismatic and smooth. He was witty, thoughtful, even courteous, but always in control. He spoke to me with a familiarity that I grew increasingly desperate to earn. By the time He asked me what I wanted (already knowing the answer) I could hardly recognize myself as my lips parted and the most honest thing I had ever said escaped them – “I want to be Your bitch.” I repeated myself as he looked on expectantly and grew practically hysterical. I had lost all composure. There was no more playing it cool. My statement turned into a plea. There I was in a public restaurant, palms open and begging Him to make me His bitch. I had never been so vulnerable in my entire life.
“We’ll see”. Was His response with a cocky, self-sure smile. I knew He had already seen, but would make me earn it nonetheless.
The rest is history. I would continue to drive to Him on my days off when requested. He quickly established that my time was His and I offered no resistance. Each task a lesson. Each instruction a line of code in my programming as He continued to shape me in the ways He saw fit. He broke me in good and thorough with physical discipline of course. Took me to the pet store to pick out my own collar and leash. A dog bowl to eat and drink out of when instructed. He made sure to instill respect and obedience in me as second nature, but also stimulated me intellectually, and spiritually. We’d have conversations about music, and politics and life. He’d teach me things and listen acutely as I shared my passions as well.
From picking up His drycleaning to chaperoning His dates with women as chauffer and wallet, being a sounding board for His business, he continued to find uses for me and grant me opportunities to serve. My love, admiration, and respect for King Virgo only continued to bloom and I have not stopped sinking since. He has taught me the most valuable trait for any faggot, perhaps any person, to have – Gratitude. Three years later and it has seen me through every stage of his total domination. When I am given a foot to kiss or massage after long day, I am grateful. When I am given soiled clothes to wash, I am grateful. When I am given an opportunity to prepare breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert, I am grateful. When I am given His piss to drink, I am grateful. When I am given a meal to cover, a bill to pay, an item to order, I am grateful.
I am grateful because I am HIS. And with that, comes a deep commitment to being the best version of myself because that is what He deserves. I strive to advance my career, my skills, and my aptitude all to protect his investment in me as his property and make good on the potential He sees in me. He’s the greatest man I have ever known. He has my complete and unconditional surrender. There’s little doubt in my mind that I will belong to Him for the rest of my life. And for that certainty, that clarity of purpose so few in this world achieve, I am grateful.
INCREDIBLE!
Speaking as a faggot who has some adjunct, distant-orbit history with Master Virgo, there is so much in this faggot’s adoring testimonial that rings absolutely true. For example, in this we experience His exacting dominance and precise expectations. You see, Master Virgo operates at a very high level, and he expects everyone he allows into his orbit – his women, his associations, his faggots – to elevate and perform at his elite expectations. You can hear that is this faggot’s words.
Now, many faggots fail and fall away under Master Virgo’s withering and relentless demands, but that’s okay. They simply shouldn’t be serving him. He will always have faggots desiring a place kneeling on the ground at his feet. What Master Virgo is doing is training his faggots, shaping them and disciplining them so that they become the best version of themselves.
I think of Master Virgo like a drill sergeant in the military. Nobody likes the drill sergeant at first as he screams in their face and abuses them, forcing them to push their bodies and minds past the breaking point. But what happens after that? The soldiers improve, becoming focused and sharpened to a fine point. By the end of it, they are grateful to the drill sergeant for making them an elite fighting force.
So it is with Master Virgo and his tight stable of elite faggots. He has fashioned and honed his faggots into the best possible versions of themselves, because they represent him and reflect on his great name.
And that view to purposeful training leads to something absolutely wonderful in his personal faggots: self-respect. You can hear that self-respect in the testimony above. Master Virgo values his faggot properties just the way he values the expensive watches, cigars, homes, cars, etc., that decorate and enrich his life. His faggots are buffed to a high shine and made to sparkle in every effort they expend in serving him. Every door opening becomes a chance to experience elite purpose, elevating the faggot and giving it meaning.
To that end, look at the collage Master Virgo created of pics he’s taken with his faggot. How many Masters would take the time to craft a loving emblem of his faithful faggot’s service?
The end result of such rigorous training and elevating is something Tyrell focuses on heavily at the end of his letter: GRATITUDE. He rightly recognizes that, as a faggot, he would’ve been nothing without Master Virgo. He would’ve been lost amongst the rabble, being used and tossed aside or worse, abused and damaged beyond repair.
But Master Virgo looked down upon him and his stable mates and saw potential in them. He gave them purpose in his service, and gave them meaning. And, like any withered plant that is watered and cultivated by a skilled gardener, his faggots have come to life and flourished under his care.
I love this video clip. Watch it first:
Some might see Master Virgo casually dribbling spit on his faggot and recoil. However, I see a faggot at peace, allowed to rest its head on its Master’s leg and watch him adoringly the way a faithful dog stares at its Owner. It’s beautiful.
I am so grateful to Master Virgo for allowing his faggot to write up this very personal tribute, as well as allowing me to publish it for the world to experience. It is my hope that all of the faggots who read this can understand that their purpose as faggots can have meaning in the hands of a straight and truly powerful Alpha King. I also hope that any Alphas reading this will also appreciate that abuse and humiliation isn’t true dominance or power.
Thanks again to Master Virgo for this unprecedented peek into his elite world!
My normal daily life on a Saturday is usually staying at home and taken care of Declan because he works on the weekends. I will make sure the house is clean before he gets home from work since I am off on weekends. If you follow my stories, you know that when he gets home, Declan will go sit on the couch and I make him a coffee and light snack. He will watch a show while I take his socks off and get on my knees and massage his feet. It’s the least I can do for him for being the greatest boyfriend!
But yesterday was different, as he sat down he said: “Only bring me a coffee, once you massaged my feet I want you to have a light snack and then go shower and make sure your ass is cleaned out. I need you to iron my blue dress shirt and dress pants. I need you to also wear something nice”
Im sure you can guess that while I’m massaging his feet that I’m now straining in my chastity thinking of a million thoughts of what might be happening.
I would never ask.
I usually will put lotion on his feet and massage him that way but he said: “No lotion this time, I want your mouth sucking my toes and licking my feet.”
Damn, I’m now hard as a rock… well as much as my chastity will allow me.
After his show, he told me to leave the room and get ready. I had a light snack, showered and cleaned up and as I’m naked ironing our clothes I hear a knock at the door.
Me: “Are you expecting someone Babe?”
Declan: “Yes, go answer it naked.”
As I open the door and peaked my head out, I notice John. You might remember John in my last story “Cock block, cucked and outed” that I posted the other day. He is the sexy Alabama guy who was attracted to me but Declan outed me as a bottom locked in chastity and took him from me. That night John sneaked out and gave my boyfriend a blow job and got fucked by Declan in the washroom stall of the pub we went to.
John pushed himself in and gave me a hug and kiss and said “Oh good, your mouth doesn’t taste like my ass anymore and he grabbed my chastity and laughed” That night, Declan had me sucking his cock once we got home after he had fucked John and that’s why he was teasing me about his own ass.
He slipped his shoes off and handed me his jacket and walked in the living room to go see Declan. Once I hung his jacket, I followed him but I was told to continue my chores which I complied.
Moments later, Declan came in the bedroom and said we were going to leave in 20 minutes and hands me a box. “I need you to put his in your ass before we leave”
What I wasn’t aware is that a company named JeusnMen sent him a toy for him to use on me. We don’t use many toys but I just assumed it was a butt plug of some kind.
I placed it in my ass and was surprisingly comfortable. We both got dressed and obviously he was looking so sexy.
Declan: “Zack you look good babe! Ok let’s go.”
Remember I have no clue what’s happening and where we are going. But I followed them to our car and they both got in the back seat and I got in the front to drive.
Declan: “Ok Zack, put this address in the gps and let’s go.
One of your followers named John sent me $120 for me to take you out for a date night but I decided to take John.
Once we get to the parking lot, I’m going to handcuff you to steering wheel while we have our date. Your only job tonight is being a good plugged chauffeur.”
Fuck! What the fuck is happening is what I’m thinking in my head but then John spoke up “Actually Zack is all dressed up and looking good, why don’t we let the cuck come sit with us and quietly watch us have dinner.”
Declan: “Change of plans Zack, you’re going to join us but only watch us”
I was so glad and relieved that I wouldn’t be left handcuffed in the car while they were in the restaurant. I decided to be a gentleman and pulled over to the door, I got out and opened their door. I let them know that I would park the car and come find them which I did.
They waited for me at the entrance and we then got escorted to a quiet corner table. They sat next to each other and I was told to sit across from each of them. The waiter came by and handed 3 menus at the table and said he will come back to take our orders. Declan took my menu and put it aside.
Moments later, the waiter came by and took Johns order. Declan took his order but ended by saying: “and if you can get him a glass of water and Pepsi that will be all from all of us.”
While the waiter was taken the order, Declan had gone on his phone and went on an app and activated the butt plug that was in my ass. I was rushed with so many sensations and the waiter looked at me and asked if I was ok but Declan responded that I wasn’t feeling the best and that’s the reason why I wasn’t eating.
Now it was time for them to enjoy torturing me as their entertainment. They tried to see how I can prevent myself from moaning out load. It was crazy! This thing had me leaking precum.
The night was actually not as awkward since they were chatting about normal stuff and just having a good time enjoying their meal and playing with my ass virtually.
I found out later that It wasn’t just a butt plug, it was a prostate massager. The device was also attached around my ball which also sent waves of excitement to them.
Declan paid the bill and had to use some of his money since it was over $120.
“Zack, go warm the car and pick us up at the door entrance.” I did and by the time I got there, they were already waiting and I wasn’t able to open their doors for them.
John: “Set your gps to my place” which I did.
We pulled up to a small place but he had his own parking spot. I opened the door but Declan had me sit in the back seat and handcuffed my hands behind my back and then fasten the seatbelt. He shut the door. “Beep Beep”, the car is now locked.
As I sat there for about 10 minutes, that’s when it happened. My ass started to vibrate and it didn’t stop until Declan came back to the car to remove the handcuffs. We drove back home alone and he said:
“Dude, I know I been pushing my boundaries lately but I’m very happy. I’m so fucking proud of you and I’m glad John decided to have you join us for dinner. While he was sucking me off, I was on my phone playing with your ass. You enjoyed our new toy?”
Me: “it was such a surprise and again I got so humiliated trying not to moan and embarrass you at the restaurant. I felt like I was ready to blow all the time. It means a lot to know you are happy”.
As I said that, he put his hand in my pants and laughed “Did you cum or is that just a lot of precum?”
Me: “I didn’t cum”
We got home and Declan got into bed. As I’m massaging his feet until he slept he said:
“John wanted me to give you a gift, it’s in my jacket.”
I kissed him goodnight and left the room to check what he had got me.
A little bag with a note which said: “Thanks for lending me your boyfriend again, put this on tonight” It was the jock strap he was wearing that night and he had blew his load on it while sucking my boyfriend.
Thanks to John and JeusnMen for giving my boyfriend a great night. Funny how people we haven’t met can change and entertain our relationship.
You may remember my interview with Master Alex (@AlphaGodAlex) on the Hierarchy Podcast (HERE) some time ago. Master Alex was a tough interview because he’s such an emotionally-reserved Alpha, not prone to showing how he truly feels about anything. In fact, it’s that quality about him (aside from the physical) that probably attracts so many faggots to him. He’s that stern taskmaster faggots love to serve.
But Master Alex showed something on his Twitter feed today that I never imagined I’d see from him – true and deeply-felt heartbreak for one of his dying faggots.
It’s so easy for straight Alphas to make money off of the loyal devotion of faggots. Show off their feet, flip off the camera, say degrading things to them. The faggots keep coming back for more, eagerly dropping handfuls of cash before them.
Findom isn’t about love. It’s about domination. Hierarchy isn’t a place for sentimentality, especially when it involves a straight Alpha and the faggot that he owns.
Yet, in the end, Alphas have feelings. When they lose something valuable and personal, they mourn. They honor that loss.
Master Alex honored his faithful faggot publicly, showing all Alphas how they should cherish their property and show respect. This is the leadership every Alpha should provide in their lives!
After a lifetime receiving tributes, Master Alex gave this lasting tribute to his fallen faggot.
To all of my brothers, just remember that your Alphas and Masters can and do appreciate your worship and service more than you know!
