The concept of Hierarchy is often misunderstood, and the mechanics of Hierarchy are even less understood. Simply put, Hierarchy is the First Law of human society. It defines how society is structured, almost entirely based on Male power dynamics.
From the first moment one Man dominated another Man, Hierarchy has been the driving force behind all Male interactions and human achievements. Men rule the world; every bridge, skyscraper, scientific discovery, mechanical advancement, medical breakthrough, and work of art has been imagined, designed, and built by Men. Every war won and every life created – all by the power of Men.
Hierarchy celebrates the power and glory of Men, while also honoring another basic truth: Men are NOT created equal.
To illustrate my current understanding of Hierarchical levels, I created the above diagram. Here’s an explanation:
Hi im a 16 year old and im a faggot and i need your help because i dont know how to approach this part of myself ( sorry if my english is bad im from italy) and also how do i find a alpha my age? I been realy intrigued by tue story of master lucas and hope to find one like him what should i do?
Hi little brother! Thank you for writing! By the way, your English is just fine!
I wouldn’t pin my hopes on finding an Alpha like Master Lucas, because he’s a rare type of Alpha. However, I am sure there are Alphas in your school who could use a faggot. In school, you just start by being useful or looking for ways to serve nonsexually. Identify one or two Alphas you’d like to serve (hopefully you already know them) and start offering to buy things for them or do homework for them. Be genuinely complimentary about how they look (young Alphas love flattery and are triggered by it). Maybe even start calling them “Sir” (in Italian, of course) to see if that gets their attention.
The Alphas you seek are in your school. Go get them!
Dear Sam, I hope you’re doing great. My name is Kamal, and I’m an 18-year-old college student living with my uncle, Farid, who’s a professor of gender studies on campus. I’m writing to you because I think I’ve finally figured out who I am—a faggot, and I’m really excited to learn how I can help my alpha male uncle in the way he wants. Over the time we’ve been living together, Farid has introduced me to some interesting readings about gender and we’ve even discussed male hierarchy. The more I talk with him, the more convinced I get that I am a faggot and he is clearly an alpha male. Farid is incredibly dominant and masculine, with a beautiful muscular body that I can’t help but stare at. His pecs are luscious, his thighs are strong, his biceps look like safety to me, and his nipples are impossible to ignore. But what really gets my heart racing is his magnificent cock—8 inches long and so thick it makes me crave the pain of taking it for the first time. Just thinking about it makes me weak in the knees. I know that as a faggot, my main role is to serve and please my alpha male uncle. I’m eager to do whatever it takes to fulfill this role and become the ultimate sex slave for him. More than anything, I am ready to be cunted, relieved of the burden of false masculinity and transformed into a faggot by and for my uncle. I want to hurt for him, be caged by him, used by him, controlled and protected by him. It’s a physical need like hunger that I can’t stop thinking about. How can I make him see past his affection for me and as the fag I want him to make me into? How can I make him be the one to cunt me, make me feel the void, make me cum from being fucked by him while my cock is trapped in the cage he puts me in? Please Sam, help me. Kamal.
Kamal, thanks for writing!
Congratulations on discovering your true purpose! It’s an important step that is so vital for all faggots to embrace so they can live their best lives! I’m glad you’ve found the truth!
I’m pretty sure your uncle is Alpha as well. More importantly, based on his conversations with you, I believe he knows you’re a faggot. Because of the family connection, I’m sure that’s why he hasn’t forced you into submission already. However, all of those types of concerns fall away in the face of pure hierarchical truth. It doesn’t matter that he’s your uncle … he’s Alpha, and you were born to serve Alphas like him.
I know you’re all hot and bothered about getting fucked, but part of being a faggot is succeeding in the small details as well. Are you doing all of the domestic chores? Are you ironing his clothes, etc.? Are you serving him meals? Offering to provide other forms of domestic-like service? These should be happening, or you should start doing them. This will trigger in his mind that you are accepting your role as his faggot.
To break the ice even more, you might have him read my “Letter To An Alpha” (link in right sidebar). He’s a scholarly Alpha who understands hierarchy on some level, so I imagine that letter would ring true to him. I have little doubt that he would have a positive response after reading that (combined with your exemplary service around the house).
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a young straight Alpha named Matt who suspected his good friend Andres was not only gay, but also a faggot … and rose up to protect him. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I honestly feel like a silly fangirl whenever I write or speak about Alpha Matt, the straight, 25-year-old Protector Alpha who has shepherded his faggot best friend Andres to safety and into the service of his Alpha friend Diego. There’s something about his steady confidence and inherent masculine goodness that gives me a WIDE-ON (if you know, you know) whenever he contacts me. With him I’m like a female who gets hot and bothered when she sees a hot guy holding a baby or playing with a puppy … The contrast between the power of a Man carefully handling the weakest of creatures always makes them wet.
I wish Alpha Matt would’ve been my best friend when I was a confused faggot in high school. I would’ve been so grateful to him for his benevolence and tenderness toward me that I would’ve never stopped kissing his feet in gratitude! I just wish with my whole fag heart that straight Men everywhere could come to know Alpha Matt and learn from his magnanimous masculinity!
What he has done to rally around his frightened faggot friend Andres and lead him to a fulfillment Alpha Matt might not even fully understand is already the stuff of legends here. He just knew he needed to act to save his beloved friend! But Alpha Matt has gone several steps beyond what an ordinary straight Man would do, including finding a Master for Andres named Diego and allowing Master Diego to breed Andres in his apartment! Words really fail me when I contemplate it.
Now Alpha Matt returns with an update. I can’t wait for you to read it!
Hey, this is Matt again!
I just listened to your podcast about me, and it was really nice to see all your respect and devotion. I do hope that one day a girl will talk about me just like you.
I’ve been a bit busy, but I wanted to give you an update. Diego had a lot of work this summer-that is, he basically spent the whole month of July fucking Andres multiple times under my roof. At first he would wait for me to leave the apartment, but I told him that I don’t care, so now what happens very often is that I’m watching TV while I hear the bed frame literally banging the wall in the other room. Diego told me that he covers Andres’ mouth because he doesn’t wanna disturb me with the noise lol what a thoughtful friend I have. I think many other guys would be upset or offended with his bisexual friend fucking his fag friend in his own bed, but to be honest, I’m glad to see that my apartment became a safe place for my little Andres to be himself. I did tell him to wash the bed sheets though, it would be too much to sleep on his sweat and cum lol but joking aside, I am truly happy, Sam. Andres wakes up with a beautiful smile on his face every single day, he hasn’t cried for two weeks now, which is a big achievement considering how depressed he was living with his family. And I officially brought him to live with me, he feels much safer here than with his parents. And so, our dynamic now is that my apartment has just 1 bedroom, 1 kitchen, 1 bathroom, and 1 tiny living room, so Andres sleeps on the couch in the living room, I sleep in the bedroom, and when Diego is around I let them have fun in my bedroom.
Andres does not tell me the details, I guess he feels embarrassed, he just thanks me for being a good friend and says that “things are going well”. Diego, however, loves to give all the details, many more than I would ask to be honest lol he told me that Andres was waiting for him with his hole already lubed and wearing the butt plug I gave him, so he just needed to take if off, put some lube on his cock, and go for it. He also said that after three weeks Andres’ blowjob is “better than a woman would get in 10 years” – Diego likes to rub on my face how lucky he is to be bisexual and fuck both guys and girls.
By the way, you said in the podcast that you don’t know if I would watch the porn on the website, and I’m very open-minded, I have nothing against it, but it just doesn’t turn me on. I wish it did, because Diego has a wonderful life fucking all the holes he wants, but I just like the female body so much, the boobs, the forms, the shape, the pussy, it’s all so visually appealing, I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Nothing against fags, please don’t take it personally, I recognize that some guys are really handsome, but I just don’t get hard watching gay porn. I have considered trying it with a very feminine guy, or maybe a femboy wearing a cage and some make-up, but I don’t know, I don’t think I’d get hard. Diego and I got much closer this summer now that he is with Andres, and Diego thinks that I should try a transgender guy with a pussy just to see how it feels. I don’t know, I have zero fragile masculinity about it, but I don’t wanna try it and then not getting hard and having a weird moment for both me and the guy.
I’m going out with that submissive girl I told you about. She just let me fuck her twice in a month, unlike Andres who let Diego fuck him around 20 times lol but she’s a nice girl and quite submissive in bed. In all other things she’s not submissive at all, but she made me cum twice in the past few weeks, so I think I’ll have a great time with her.
Thanks for the very kind words on the podcast, Sam! I appreciate it. Now that I’m 25 I wanna explore my Alphahood more and more, and your posts have been very helpful. I hope you like to know that our little Andres is living his best life, I take care of his feelings and safety now that he lives with me, and Diego takes care of his holes… he’s a lucky boy, isn’t he?
First of all, it’s so beautiful that Alpha Matt has moved Andres into his apartment! It sounds a bit short on room, and I get a feeling this arrangement cannot last too long with only one room. After all I’m sure Alpha Matt will want to bring a girl home to empty his balls, too! But they seem to be getting by okay.
I do think that it would be a good idea for Alpha Matt to set out some domestic chores for Andres to handle. I say it would be good for Andres because Andres needs to learn that owned faggots should honor and respect their Alphas in this way, but it would also be good for Alpha Matt to get a taste of what faggot ownership feels like. Not that he wants to own a faggot himself, but he might come to understand the advantages of owning them.
I’m really glad that Andres has made significant improvement since his awkward first time serving Master Diego! Apparently Master Diego is quite skilled at training faggots! It hasn’t been that long, and Andres is already better than most women! That’s quite a compliment!
Then Alpha Matt starts discussing his attraction toward women and his lack of attraction toward males. I get it – he’s straight. But a lot of straight Men and Alphas use faggots sexually despite not being attracted to them physically. So what is the reason? SUBMISSION and WORSHIP. Women do not properly worship or respect the vast, world-conquering power of Men despite the fact that MEN WANT AND NEED THIS WORSHIP! They’re made to be worshiped! So when straight Alphas have a faggot kneeling at their feet, kissing their feet, respectfully calling them “Sir” or “Master”, and glorifying them in general, something other than sexual attraction kicks in.
What is that? It’s an Alpha’s need to conquer and ascend into a position of ultimate glory where women and Men submit to his power. That need, that desire exists in the mighty hearts of all Alphas, and a faggot unlocks that better than anything else!
I’m not suggesting Alpha Matt should even try a faggot’s worship, but I’m pretty sure he would get hard if a faggot worships him and then wraps its skilled mouth around his growing cock!
To that end, I was so disappointed that Alpha Matt’s girlfriend only “allowed” him to use her sexually twice in a month. Alpha Matt is a growing King, and any subs in his Kingdom should be on-call and ready/willing to service him on command! In the world of faggots the word “NO” doesn’t exist. It wasn’t Andres “letting” Master Diego use him 20 times … but rather, Master Diego decided to use Andres 20 times. Again, Alphas make the rules, not faggots!
Overall, this is an amazing update. I love how happy Alpha Matt is from seeing his faggot friend Andres happy, safe, and fulfilled! But even more important than that is the fact that, in the course of trying to help Andres, Alpha Matt has awakened a deeper sense of purpose within himself! He’s embracing his natural role as an Alpha and realizing the truth of hierarchy in his own life!
And why is that important? Because our broken world needs more good Kings, righteous leaders, and God Alphas in it! Alphas like my beloved Alpha Matt!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later!CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
While I generally agree that minors should not be engaging in sex with adults, the arbitrary age of 18 to be an adult in the United States (14 years old in Brazil) seems like such a silly line to draw, especially given the the serious consequences involved. Seriously: what is the real difference between a 17-year-old and an 18-year-old? Do you realize how many adults have gone to prison over that numerical difference??
I say that because I firmly believe true Alphas cannot be restricted by such idiotic laws. How can the ascension of a natural-born God Alpha be contained or inhibited by the stupid laws of inferiors? It’s impossible.
Master Lion is clearly a God Alpha in the making, but he’s only 14 years old. He’s doing absolutely everything he wants, fucking any females he wants, and he owns a personal faggot – our dear friend Marcus. So far, Master Lion has used Marcus in relatively typical ways. But things recently and dramatically escalated, as Marcus told me here:
Hello, Sam, how are you?
I was planning to talk in this email about how I started out with my young Master—since you mentioned that in your last post—but events from this week made me change my plans. For the first time, I need advice from my brother experienced fag.
I don’t know if you’re aware, but the winter break in Brazil happens mid-year, meaning schools and universities go weeks—sometimes up to a month—without classes. Usually, during this time, the Master travels to his home state (he was born in Paraná), so I have to book first-class tickets, rent a car in his hometown, buy concert tickets, pack his bags and belongings, and so on. In short, I ensure that, even while away, he doesn’t have to worry about tedious details. But this year, in the middle of a blowjob he was getting from his fiancée, the Master gathered her and me on the living room floor because he had matters to discuss. He announced that he wouldn’t be traveling this year because he was hosting a younger cousin who was coming to visit Rio de Janeiro. The cousin would be staying here for a week and had to be treated exceptionally well, as he was the cousin the Master liked best. He expected total obedience from both his fiancée and me; if embarrassed him, the punishment would be severe. His fiancée would be relocated to a spot in the Master’s bedroom, as the cousin would be taking her bed in the small room we shared. All her belongings and mine—whether in the room or the wardrobe—had to be packed into boxes and stored under the beds or out on the balcony so the cousin could unpack his things without issue. I could continue sharing the room with him, but I had to remain silent and discreet; after all, while he was here, the room was his territory. The Master ordered me to take time off work as well, so I could be at the cousin’s beck and call 24 hours a day; the Master couldn’t put his own life on hold to look after him, so that task fell to me. I would have to fetch whatever he wanted and take him wherever he wished, ensuring he faced no issues during the trip and enjoyed the best vacation of his life.
To ensure the cousin felt comfortable around the house—Paraná is a colder state, and he wasn’t used to Rio’s heat—he might prefer to lounge around freely (in swim trunks or even naked). Consequently, all household chores became my responsibility, as the Master is *very* possessive of his fiancée (insisting that the only penis she should ever admire is his own). She was to remain confined to the Master’s bedroom the entire time, only allowed out when the men were away.
Until Sunday, I had assumed the cousin was a child or, at most, a teenager, since the Master had mentioned he was a minor. However, on Sunday, the Master returned from a party at 3 a.m. and announced that the fiancée and I had to be up by 7 a.m. to prepare a feast of the cousin’s favorite foods and sweets. He had also summoned four of his regular girls, who were due to arrive at that same time to get ready. He ordered that he be woken up at 9 a.m. with breakfast already prepared, as the plane was due to land at 10 o’clock and the Master wanted to go to the airport.
When I woke him up, the Master came into the living room, sat in his recliner, and ordered me to bend over. He placed the breakfast tray we had prepared on my back, and while he ate, he told the four kneeling girls they had to follow his rules and look their absolute hottest; any complaint from the cousin at the end of the day would be enough to get them banned. …once ready, were supposed to help the bride in the kitchen until they returned.
The master was still sleepy when we left, so he lay down across the back seat with his legs resting on the front passenger seat—which had been reclined—while I drove. I was supposed to go into the airport, wait (in case of a delay), and only return to the car to call him once the plane had landed. I waited for nearly an hour.
When the cousin appeared, the master called him “kid” simply because he was younger—he had just turned eighteen—but he was clearly a man and had been fulfilling his mandatory military service for a few weeks. he was wearing green military clothing but sported a cowboy-style belt buckle and hat. Amidst everyone, the master hugged him and said pointed at me “This is my servant.” Then he looked at me and said, “Take the bags to the car and wait there with the A/C running fag. My cousin and I are going to have some juice and catch up.” I went back to the car and waited for an hour until my phone pinged with a message from the master.I ran to the airport restaurant, where he told me his cousin was feeling hot and sent me to buy a pair of flip-flops for him.
I started walking away but then realized I didn’t know the size (I know the master measurements by heart, so I usually handle that automatically). I went back and said, “I’m sorry, master, but I don’t know the size,” to which the cousin replied 45 —casually adding—”Hurry up, faggot.” I ran off while the my master laughed. I bought the best pair in the shop and returned to hand them over, but the master ordered me to put them on him. <span;>So, for the first time in my life, I had to serve someone in public, and I confess I felt …awkward about it.
But, under the Master’s stern gaze, I knelt down, removed cousin’s combat boots and wet socks, and put his slippers on him while they chatted casually. The smell was sour and quite unpleasant—so bad that I gagged on the stench, and even the Master, sitting at the head of the table, coughed. The cousin apologized, explaining that he hadn’t bathed properly for four days because they had been on a mission in the forest, and he had come straight from the barracks to the airport. The Master told him there was no need to apologize, as this was my job and I actually liked the smell of a man.
I went back to the car to wait another two hours or so until they decided to head home.
You often talk here about alpha competition, and I confess I had never witnessed it before—since the Master’s friends I know are clearly beneath him in status—but with his cousin, it seemed he felt the need to assert dominance. When they returned to the car, the Master opened the trunk and told me that, for his cousin’s comfort, I would be riding back home in there (something that had never happened before and which I also found unpleasant). To make room alongside the Master’s gear and my cousin’s suitcases, he ordered me into the airplane “brace position” (head between my knees, hands behind my head), placed those foul, sour-smelling combat boots right beneath my head, locked the trunk, and they drove off. The smell inside the trunk was horrible, as the shoes had been baking in the Rio sun; As the car moved, I felt the suitcases bumping gently against me and felt tears streaming from my eyes, which were burning intensely. I thought about screaming or at least kicking off the shoes, but I remembered the Master saying he demanded total obedience—and that he would even banish his girls—so I stifled my anger and stayed quiet; after all, it’s only about a forty-minute drive from the airport to the Master’s house. But time dragged on, and only after a long while did the car stop—yet the door didn’t open. I thought he had gone inside and forgotten me in the car, and I began to panic as the air grew stifling. Just as I started gasping for breath and was about to scream, the door opened. Once I caught my breath, I saw we were at the beach.
Both men were shirtless—the cousin was even obscenely displaying his a huge amount of pubic hair in public—and they were eating *açaí* (a type of Brazilian frozen treat).
The Master said arrogantly, “My cousin wanted to see the beach, so we made a detour. You don’t mind, do you?” They stepped a short distance away from the car because of the smell, and when they finished eating, the Master whispered something to his cousin, who walked over and asked if I wanted a treat too. I looked at the Master and realized I had to say yes, so I replied, “Yes, sir.”
The cousin pulled his two wet socks out of his combat boots and said, “Open up.” I gave him a pleading look, but saw the Master approaching, saying, “He told you to open up.” Then the cousin shoved the socks into my mouth and said, “There—a snack for the faggot.” The Master ordered me to chew and asked if it was good. I tried to answer between gags, but only grunts came out; they shut the door again, laughing. After a long time—hours, perhaps—the car started up again.
When we got home it was already getting dark, I noticed they were wet and smelling of beer. And I realized that while I was suffering in the trunk and the women were spending the afternoon cooking a feast, the two of them had simply spent the afternoon enjoying the beach—just as life intended: alpha males having a good time while being waited on by everyone. <span;>The Master ordered me to step outside, bring the suitcases in, and let the girls know that they had arrived. The fiancée was to go to her room and stay there, while the other girls were to take their positions (I don’t know exactly what that meant, but it must have been part of the rules he’d laid out when he summoned them). When I walked in with the first bag, I saw the four of them dressed in racy outfits—an angel, a policewoman, a nurse, and a bunny girl—but all of them had their breasts exposed. As I came in with the second bag, the two men were standing in the living room right by the door, so I had to wait; I watched the Master say, “Welcome to the welcome party for the best vacation of your life.” Then, one by one, the girls approached, gave the cousin a quick peck on the lips, knelt down to plant a small kiss on his massive bulge, and said, “Welcome, Mr. Yuri [pseudonym]; I am entirely at your disposal.” As you can imagine, a lot has happened since yesterday. And after a wild party and a huge orgy that lasted until this morning, the Master ordered me to wake him up tonight so he could go to the gym. I’ll tell you about it in the next message.
PS: As I mentioned, some things happened that I didn’t like—being trapped in the car trunk like an object and having to serve in public (even if it was just something basic like taking off a man’s shoes)—but I’m afraid of being used in other ways in public, or that things might escalate into something worse during this “alpha competition.”
So, I’d like to hear from my more experienced Fag brother (I don’t know i …your age, but you’ve been serving for over seven years, so you’re much more experienced). Should I somehow complain to my owner about what I didn’t like? Should I wait until the cousin leaves to do so—so as not to embarrass him, since I don’t know when they’ll be apart again? Or should I swallow my pride and personal preferences, or please my master as he desires—trusting that I’ll eventually get used to it, just like with other things (like drinking the master’s piss—I hated it at first, but now I simply love it)?
I’m pretty stunned by the way Master Lion controls males older than he is. It sounds effortless. He’s commanding groups of whores, his faggot, and even his older Alpha cousin!
But the concern I had while reading this account is the danger they Marcos in. They seemed to not care at all, or they didn’t have the comprehension and foresight to realize that danger (and shows their age, honestly). I guess they didn’t leave Marcos in that trunk long enough to really get hurt, but what happens that one time they do?
But what should Marcos do? I definitely don’t think he should complain while his cousin is around. I’m not even sure Marcos should ask for an audience with Master Lion about it after he leaves. Personally, I think it would be good for Marcos to just try to endure it and look at the long game with his Master. As he grows, Master Lion is going to see Marcos’s loyalty and obedience much differently.
My name is Rulfo, and I am pretty sure I’m a faggot, but I’m 23 and no man has ever touched me. I’m not really attractive, I’m hairy, and a bit chubby. I think my life would be so much easier if I were cute, but it is what it is, and that’s okay. I have a co-worker who is openly bisexual and loves to brag about the girls and guys he fucks. Yesterday, we were talking (in Spanish) and in the middle of the sentence he said in English that our new intern, a 19-year-old guy, was “a good boy”. I didn’t understand what he meant, so I just smiled and then he said “do you know the difference between a bad boy and a good boy?”. I thought he was still talking about the college students we receive as interns, so I just said “well, good boys are more committed to their work.” He laughed and said “no, good boys deserve to be kissed, and bad boys deserve to be spanked, but at the end of the day both deserve to be bred”. I blushed immediately, it was so embarrassing, and at the same time so arousing, he kept laughing at my embarrassment. I arrived home and jerked off thinking about him. He is so Alpha and so confident in everything he does, I feel really safe when he’s around. At the same time, I am fully aware that I’m not as attractive as the cute intern or any other college twink he can find… what do you think? what would you do in my place? do you think comments/jokes like this one is just him being funny or maybe I should try to serve him?
I’ve been reading your work for 3 years, but that’s my first message to you. I hope you’ll be able to read it! I love you and your work, brother!
My brother, thank you for writing for the first time!
Let me just address the first part of your letter for a second. You say you’re “not attractive” because you’re hairy and chubby. I always encourage faggots who are serious about serving to try and get into the best shape they can, even if it’s just dieting and simple exercises. Do it for you and your self-confidence! The hair part might be more difficult to deal with, but even that can be solved. Even if you don’t, consider this: I have a fag friend who is obese and REALLY hairy, yet he serves all the time. Why? Because he knows what he wants and he isn’t shy. Being confident in yourself and your place as a faggot will overcome a lot of other, superficial issues.
This Alpha co-worker is very interesting to me. He’s quite confident and self-assured. I do think he was testing you with that statement. He was testing your reaction in order to see what it revealed about you possibly being a faggot. I thought you gave him an EXCELLENT response, and he played along! I’m proud of you for that!
So what did we learn? He fucks faggots, and he’s not too terribly picky (he breeds good boy and bad!) as long as they’re faggots (boys). He’s playful and he’s easy to talk to. And, most importantly, he understands the basics of hierarchy and recognizes it.
Here’s what I think you should do: since he’s already brought it up to you, ask him if you could ask a question and then ask him if he ever trains virgin faggots (maricons). Let him figure out that you’re talking about yourself. See where that conversation leads. Don’t be afraid of doing this, because he’s the one who introduced the subject. He did that for a reason!
If you just can’t get yourself to say that to him, let him read my “Letter To An Alpha” (in the right sidebar) and that will definitely break the ice!
I’m excited for you, Rulfo! This could be the break you need!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a caged faggot named Houston who struggled to take a straight Alpha without lube, but is now serving a mid-twenties Alpha from his gym.CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Alphas live on the hair-trigger edge between their Protector and Destroyer Alpha sides. You can be owned by the most incredibly nurturing Alpha, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can set him off in ways you’d never expect.
I’m not saying this to scare any faggots, just to serve as a warning. So my advice is to obey at all times, even when you think he isn’t looking. That’s the only way you as a faggot can hope to safely survive.
Relatively-new faggot Houston discovered this fact about his new Master Mason the other day after a fairly hair-raising episode that involved a near-rape:
Hi sam,
Things had been going really well with my new Alpha (Mason) at the gym. He’d really gotten me on quite the routine across all forms of service over the past few weeks until a major incident happened.
There’s a guy – Tony – who is a large, built Black Man that comes by the gym towards closing to deliver supplies about once a week. I was in the laundry area when he arrived last weekend (normally on Mondays) and my 3” inseam shorts and cage bulge weren’t leaving much to the imagination. Mason likes me dressed like an inferior slut when it is less likely to be an issue after hours.
Well Tony took notice. He started teasing me and asking if I was a cocksucker/faggot. I, of course, confirmed right away as I don’t find it respectful to lie to a Superior Man like him.
He went about his delivery but I could tell he was constantly eyeing me. That’s when instinctively, I started sticking my ass out and arching my back more than needed to get some laundry out of the dryer. That was all it took. The next time he came in, I got a solid few slaps to my ass and then it was just Tony commanding me to “get on this dick faggot.”
It didn’t take me long to have it mostly down my throat – choking on it like a debased, sloppy whore. But his cock is massive. Probably 10+ inches. So it was a struggle. He worked up to quite a brutal face fucking from there before spinning me around so quickly I nearly lost my balance. Before I knew it, my shorts were down around my ankles and my caged clit exposed.
This is where I got a bit scared. I hadn’t taken a dick that big before and I had a feeling he wasn’t going to ask if I wanted to try it out. Without a second to process it, he thrust his dick to the balls and totally rearrange my guts without any mercy. It was so painful and unrelenting. I screamed out and tears began flowing freely down my face as he slammed the full length of his thick dick in and out. I have no idea how long it went on for but suddenly the door flung open and there was Mason – furious and seeing red. He ripped Tony off me and punched him square in the jaw.
I don’t recall all that happened in the moment. Just that Mason said “No one fucks MY faggot without my permission. Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.”
“MY faggot.” That phrase of ownership and protection swept over me even in my post assault head spin. Tony was gone as soon as he stumbled back from the hit to the face.
Mason inspected my pussy and saw that it was pretty torn up/bleeding. After all his assertiveness and getting Tony off of me, I thought he would be nurturing in the moment. But I was dead wrong. He said he saw the whole thing on the security camera and that he’d even reversed the video after hearing my yelps and seeing me on the screen. And he wasn’t happy about what he saw leading up to it.
“Don’t think I didn’t see you flaunting yourself like a desperate whore in front of him. You practically begged for it. Now look – I’m down a delivery guy and I have a disloyal faggot with a useless pussy.”
I began crying all over again begging for his forgiveness and that I’d do whatever he wanted to get another chance.
He immediately threw me over his knee and gave me the hardest hand spanking I’ve ever received. It somehow hurt worse than a paddle or belt. And I think it was my guilt that stung the most. As his hand kept swatting full force he asked a series of questions that required me to affirm my owned status as his faggot.
“Whose faggot are you?!” – yours Sir!
“Whose cockwhore are you?!” – yours Sir!
“Whose cum and piss guzzling loser are you?!” – yours Sir!
The onslaught of questions didn’t stop for the entire spanking. He shoved a dirty pair of underwear from one of the Men’s laundry in my mouth as he left me sobbing on the floor. He came back a few minutes later and had something in his hand.
“If you’re going to have pussy that’s dripping like a bitch on the rag, then you’re going to be treated like one. Put it in.”
It was a tampon. He had gotten it from the women’s locker room. I have no experience with that but was not going to upset him further. So I fiddled with it and, with a lot of discomfort, buried it in my still raw pussy.
He just walked out saying “fucking pathetic” without even making eye contact.
I was so relieved that he still did use me some the rest of the weekend but only for face fucking, as a urinal and then even started having me eat his ass – especially after a long workout session or day at the gym. He really got into calling me “asswipe” at that point.
It was just today that he decided it was time to use my pussy properly but once he began his rut, it started bleeding again. And it was painful! That didn’t stop him breeding me but he let me know what a mess I was making on his dick.
Now I’m so worried about what to do, sam! I was mad at Tony but then just mad at myself for letting the situation become so disrespectful to my Alpha (and destructive to my cunt).
I’m not sure what to offer or say to Mason. I’m trying to think of new ways to worship him while hoping my pussy can heal. I’m worried about satisfying his needs while recovering and even have considered finding some willing twinks that might be of better service to him in the meantime – but I of course am worried he may prefer one of them over me after that and just dismiss me outright.
Any advice would be greatly appreciated! Don’t know where to go from here 🙁
houston
My initial reaction to Master Mason arriving and beating up Sir Tony the black Alpha who tried to rape Houston was to practically jump up and down for joy. That is pure Protector Alpha behavior, and it really spoke to me that Master Mason’s appreciation for his personal faggot was growing stronger.
But then came Master Mason’s real feelings.
I wasn’t prepared for the way Master Mason reacted to the way Houston responded to Sir Tony’s aggressive flirting. I think it’s hard for Alphas to understand the reactions of faggots in situations in which they feel vulnerable. It’s a natural defense mechanism we have. I think Master Mason mistook some of that.
I’m so sorry that Houston was injured, and that his Master didn’t see that damage as something of a crime against his property. He seemed to view it as something Houston asked for rather than what it was – an assault – and that Houston should be shamed for it. What an unpleasant way to handle that!
I can definitely imagine how awful Houston feels, first from messing up and getting assaulted, and then being shamed and slightly abandoned by his Master! I do think Master Mason looks bad here, but like I said at the outset, Alphas straddle a line temperamentally and it’s often hard to predict.
Personally, I think Houston should continue to serve Master Mason and try to do his best to smooth-over the situation with faithful and sorrowful service. Hopefully it softens Master Mason’s heart, and he realizes he reacted too harshly. Being a dominant Alpha doesn’t mean you can hurt people unjustly and expect others to accept it.
My heart is with you, Houston! You’re doing a good job, brother, so don’t give up. These are all just all part of learning about yourself, your abilities, and your purpose!
Hey, German Alpha here. Can we talk about this new boy Oliver Lamb? He entered the porn industry a few months ago, and he’s the best twink I’ve seen in ages. The smile, the body, the face, and obviously the ass are just perfect. I currently have a fag and he’s great too, but I’ve been watching Oliver while my fag sucks my cock, and it’s the perfect combination. Have you seen any of his work? This faggot boy is any Alpha’s dream, I hope he stays happy, healthy, and working for a really long time.
Master, thank you for writing today!
I’ve never heard of Oliver Lamb before (primarily because I’m almost never looking for faggots to watch), but he’s definitely a tiny little cutie! I can see why you and every other Alpha would want to use him and/or own him. And what a great name for a little fag like him, too! The first name “Oliver” brings to mind “Oliver Twist”, and the last name “Lamb” evokes a tender innocence and an urge to protect him.
What do i do if I think someone in my family is an alpha or someone not 18+ is an alpha? Is it allowed to serve them?
Thank you for writing!
Well, you’ve mentioned two of the scenarios that are quite tricky, obviously. I’m not going to advise anyone to break the law (when it involves minors), but Alphas are much hardier and insistent and things happen.
I think the thing to do in this situation is to submit to them informally and allow their own dominance to reveal itself. Nature will dictate the rest.
Sam How do you handle when you are more intelligent than a ALPHA?
Thank you for the question!
It’s a common misconception that faggots are “stupid” because they are inferior to Men and submit to them. We hear it a lot in the findom space especially, with straight cashmasters calling their faggots “stupid” and “worthless” simply because they were born to submit.
I can tell you right now that many faggots are NOT stupid at all, and are in some cases vastly more intelligent than the Alphas they serve. I can think of many faggots I’ve featured here who are extremely intelligent, and most likely have intelligences superior to their Masters (out of respect, I will not name names). I am definitely not a stupid fag, and I have quite often served Alphas who were not as intelligent.
But here’s the key: I don’t let my intelligence cause me to become prideful. In the end, I submit and serve Alphas (even dumb ones) because they represent other aspects of Manhood that I completely lack. Qualities like strength, power, courage, dominance, and leadership count far more than intelligence when it comes to hierarchy. So I yield, choosing instead to use my intelligence as an offering to better my Master’s life rather than use it to belittle him.
I’ve often remarked that faggots are like faithful dogs for Alphas. This clip takes it to its logical conclusion, as this Master walks his fag on a leash and has it lift its leg to pee.
Of course, if the fag can mark its territory, the Master pisses on it to mark HIS!
The account @StraightDomsX seems to be run by this French God Alpha and his straight Alpha buddies. They all seem to have faggots they use for worship and pleasure.
There is simply no place more populated with straight, fag-owning Alphas than France!
Alphas have multiple ways to claim a faggot, but the most impactful way is by breeding them.
This fag writhes beneath its Alpha, yearning for cum. When he finally pumps his payload into it, the fag relaxes. It’s absorbing its new Owner’s DNA, reprogrammed to obey him!
Hello, im a novice faggot, ive been submissive before but then I unfortunately keep fighting it and returning to non faggot behaviors which is so wrong. Can u put me in contact with a master who is willing to train me? Especially an alpha who is kind, because I think too strong of an alpha will scare me too much, If possible let the training be online, if you know any alphas where I live thats even better
Thank you for the question, little brother!
I feel your distress, trust me! However, I don’t do connections like that anymore because when I tried to do that years ago it was a disaster every time. I simply don’t have the bandwidth to handle that with everything else. I’m sorry.
Besides, you didn’t even tell me where you’re located! I mean, I flunked ESP in college, brother!
My strong advice is for you to join my free Hierarchy University Discord. There are plenty of rooms there to explore, people to meet, and advice to seek. There are also channels dedicated to every country on Earth, so you can search for people in your area.
I want you to watch this video of a faggot being spanked by its Master.
I think this might be the most stunning clip of a spanking I’ve ever seen, and it’s haunted me all day and into the night.
First of all, the faggot isn’t twisting, screaming, fighting back, or resisting. Instead, it’s crying. But really, the word “crying” doesn’t really capture what is happening. The faggot is weeping … the faggot is sobbing. This faggot seems to be expressing something buried deep within itself. A smothered secret, or a secret shame. Whatever it is, it’s a sadness deeply embedded in the faggot’s hart.
I think there is something all Alphas and Masters must consider about the faggots they own and use. Faggots are, for the most part, broken creatures. We carry a lot of shame from our past as well as our present. We don’t know why we crave the service and pleasure of Men the way we do, why it keeps us awake at night, why it’s ever-present in all of our waking thoughts. We don’t know why we have been consigned to a life of pain and abuse, why part of us craves that even as it damages us further.
A faggot wants love and protection just like anybody else, but often we are the discarded remnants of violence, mockery, and hate. Embracing faghood and fulfilling our purpose means embracing a long tunnel of complete darkness that ends in loneliness.
For many faggots, the video above represents the sum total of what we deserve as fallen males. A lifetime of faithfulness counted out in stinging spanks from a harsh and careless hand. Even in this moment this faggot is all alone, staring into the void, accepting its worthlessness and powerlessness. It is a hollow feeling that inflicts much more damage than a hand, paddle, or belt ever could.
We are left to absorb the pain while weeping, deep from our hearts, to nobody.
I want Alphas everywhere to reflect on this. These faithful faggots who serve you when you demand are extoling your superiority every time they do. We do it because we must. But if you looking deeply into the eyes of the faggot looking up at you, you’ll see dark shame as the backdrop for stars of awe and gratitude.
I’m not saying you need to love your faggots. Just understand that every time a faggot submits to you, there is a silent scream full of shame, desperation, and loneliness behind the lust.
