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:
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Maybe once a generation a God Alpha appears who seems to not only overcome all challengers and obstacles, but who also alters our perception of reality and possibilities. This one effortlessly controls others as easily as a child plays with toys, and all of creation seems to bow to his will.
In the series DUNE, this one is called the “Kwisatz Haderach”, or universal super-being.
In our world today, he is called Master Anthony.
Ever since I first started featuring him on the site, there has been a growing contingent of my readers who have become obsessed with him. For Master Anthony, this is nothing new. Everywhere he goes people cater to him, submit to him, and serve his whims.
After I published yesterday’s update from Fabien, I received the following question:
“Could you ask Master Anthony if he still owns or uses Daniel his teacher?”
I felt a bit embarrassed that I’d forgotten about Daniel, so I asked Master Anthony. Here was his reply:
Good faggot! Yeah of course Daniel is still a slave of my stable! I gave him a break for the summer and I’m no longer his student now, but he begged me to keep using him after that! LOL I’ll check with him to see if he’s being compliant and obedient with the Alpha students he’ll have in his classes next year. Over time, I’ll see if I still require his services or if I’ll just leave him to the next generations of Alphas who will attend the university with him.
Taking a quick look at your site, it seems like Fabien didn’t tell you when Daniel begged me to fuck him in the ass? My boy forgot his homework! I’m going to have to punish him hard!
I thought that was an excellent answer by Master Anthony, but I wondered what he meant about a missing story regarding Daniel.
And wouldn’t you know, a couple of hours later I received an update from Fabien:
My beloved big brother, please forgive me again! It was back in May, I had even drafted an email to send you to tell you the new, but then I got caught up in other things and it slipped my mind…
One Saturday night, during an Alpha Pack party at the apartment with several slaves, Daniel was there to pour drinks and serve as a footrest. The Alphas raped several of us, and Anthony did me the honor of ass-fucking in front of his bros. Even though my master’s boot was pressing down on my head while he shoved his big cock deep into my ass, I could still see that Daniel was mesmerized. He was practically drooling!
The next Monday, after Daniel’s class, Anthony had throat-fucked him in his office and left him covered in cum, then went to hang out with his friends. Daniel texted me, and we exchanged several messages. Here’s a translation of them:
“Fabien, I have to tell you something. Ever since Saturday night, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I dream about Anthony taking me from behind, but at the same time, it scares me. Do you think I should talk to him about it?”
“YES! Tell him! No, better: BEG HIM to ass-fuck you! Believe me, brother, he will be thrilled and he will accept. You will reach new peak of slave happiness!”
“I fear it hurts…”
“Of course it will hurt. A lot. But what is more important? Your comfort or Anthony’s pleasure? You already know the right answer.”
After a moment without a reply, I sent him one last message. “You are a natural slave. You know it. Remember your place! Do your duty! I know you will make me proud, brother.”
I let Daniel mull it over. The next evening, while I was worshiping Anthony’s feet as he relaxed watching TV, Daniel came over to the apartment. He rushed over and knelt before the Master and mumbled “Master, forgive me to bother you, but I need to ask you a big favor. You have done me the honor of enslaving me and showing me my true nature. Would you be willing to sodomize me, Master? I beg you with all my inferior heart.” Then he fervently kissed Anthony’s feet. Anthony beamed and roared. He said “How far have you come, slave? Here you are, crawling at my feet, begging me to take your anal virginity. Boy, go get some lube!”
I rushed to obey as Anthony pulled out his cock. He grabbed Daniel roughly, threw him onto the couch, and pulled down his pants. I assisted my Master in sliding his wonderful cock into his teacher’s hole. Anthony didn’t go easy on him; I could see Daniel moaning in pain and shedding tears. I stayed close to him (Anthony was holding me down on the ground with his boot, too) and whispered words of encouragement to my brother, advising him to kiss his pendant engraved with Anthony’s name. I was very proud of him: after that, he thanked Anthony very emphatically!
Since that day, during parties with other Alpha students, Daniel has been fucked in the ass and spit-roasted several times. If you could have seen his eyes… You could tell just how much of his ego, every last shred of his masculinity, had vanished. All that remained was the realization that he had finally found his place as a slave and sex toy to his own students.
Here’s the story, my beloved bg brother! I hope it pleases you! Sorry for taking so long to share it with you!
Lots of love!
fab the fag
Now THAT is one hell of an update!
I love this update not only because it shows how methodically Master Anthony submitted and trained Daniel, but also because the story highlights Master Anthony’s overwhelming power to force others (including Alphas) to obey him!
God Alphahood fits Master Anthony like a superhero suit!
Flush with power because of Fabien’s adoring update, Master Anthony finished with this flourish:
Here you are, faggot, you have it! You can see why daniel is so desperate for me to keep him as a slave, hey? I’m sure you faggots are forever in love with the Alpha who ass-fucked first haha!
Bye, faggot!
And then Master Anthony added a message in French for Fabien:
Voilà un bon garçon obéissant ! Tu es pardonné, va ! Je suis un Maître miséricordieux. Mais je vais peut-être quand même te fesser, juste pour le fun !
Translated:
There’s a good, obedient boy! You’re forgiven—go on! I am a merciful Master. But I might spank you anyway, just for fun!
Fabien is the luckiest faggot on the planet to be owned and used by Master Anthony! He is the perfect faggot for a most perfect King!
Thank you to both my Master Anthony and my brother Fabien for this!
The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’ve always advocated for the breeding of faggots. To me, there is simply no better way to reprogram a faggot’s mind and emphasize hierarchy than mounting and breeding them. I think most Alphas agree with this, particularly given that breeding is so intimately intertwined with their own dominance.
“Mr. Fag” wrote in with a nice meditation on the hierarchical significance of Alpha cum and breeding, and I completely concur with his sentiments:
Dear Sam,
I have been thinking carefully about what breeding means in an alpha/fag dynamic, and I want to share why it matters so much.
Breeding is not merely the physical act of filling a fag. It is the clearest expression of the hierarchy that defines the relationship. When an alpha breeds a fag, he claims him in the most absolute way possible — marking him as his, reinforcing that the fag’s body exists to take what the alpha gives. For the alpha it is the purest form of ownership and dominance. For the fag it is the purest form of surrender and purpose. The fag is not simply fucked; he is used for exactly what he is meant for.
There is deep psychological weight in the act. Every load the alpha deposits is a reminder that the fag’s hole belongs to him, that the fag’s role is to receive, to stay open, to carry the proof of the alpha’s control. It is not soft romance. It is raw, hierarchical, and intentional. Breeding turns sex into something both functional and ritualistic. It strips away the notion of equal mutual pleasure and replaces it with a clear purpose: the alpha takes, the fag takes it.
Breeding is a virtuous cycle. Each time the alpha fills the fag, the alpha is reminded of his power — the right and the drive to claim, to dominate, to assert what is his. At the same time the fag is reminded of his purpose in nature: to open, to receive, to serve as the vessel that makes that power real. The more the alpha breeds the fag, the clearer both truths become. The clearer those truths are felt, the stronger the urge to breed again. The cycle feeds itself, deepening the dynamic with every load.
That cycle is beautiful and powerful. There is nothing crude or shameful in it. It is the honest expression of hierarchy made flesh. Alphas should never be shy from this act. Holding back only weakens the structure both need. Breeding is how hierarchy is lived, how it is proven, how it is sustained. To withhold it is to deny both the clearest affirmation of what they are.
There is also what I call “the privilege of the cum.” Cum is not merely fluid; it is the medium through which hierarchy is transmitted and refined. When an alpha breeds a fag, the cum carries more than seed — it carries authority, presence, and intent. The alpha who breeds regularly becomes a better alpha: more decisive, more rooted in his power, less diluted by hesitation or softness. The fag who is bred regularly becomes a better fag: more open, more aligned with his purpose, more fully shaped by the loads he carries. Breeding does not just reinforce roles; it improves them. Each deposit elevates both participants within the dynamic. The privilege of the cum is that it creates stronger alphas and deeper fags — a mutual refinement that only the act of breeding can achieve.
Breeding keeps the dynamic honest. Without the deliberate act of filling and claiming, the roles can begin to feel performative or diluted. Breeding keeps them sharp. It reminds both that the relationship is not equal, that the fag’s place is under the alpha, and that the alpha’s place is to use the fag accordingly. The aftermath — the fag remaining full, walking around carrying the alpha — is as important as the act itself. It is a continuous, quiet reinforcement of the order that has been chosen.
Breeding should not be occasional or casual. It should be central. When an alpha breeds a fag he is not merely getting off — he is asserting what they are. And when the fag takes it, he is affirming the same thing. That is why it matters.
Hello to the Hierarchy University team. Firstly, I want to praise the incredible platform and content you have built here. Your articles and insights are absolutely brilliant and they’ve been a real eye-opener for me. You explain the raw truths about dominance and submission with a level of honesty that just can’t be found anywhere else. It has truly helped me understand my own mind much better.
I’m 34 and I’m hitting you up because I’m dealing with a really heavy internal conflict that’s messing with my head, and I could use your blunt perspective.
In my everyday life, I’m into women. I want a normal, vanilla relationship. I get real attraction and erections when I see women out in the world or at the gym. But here’s the catch: whenever I’m with a woman in bed, I just cannot cum. The attraction and the erection are there, but I simply can’t ejaculate, which ends up causing me a ton of stress. Even when I watch straight porn, I’m only drawn to very specific kinky stuff—like intense female submission, voyeurism, and scenes where women are completely dominated by multiple guys with huge packages.
But the real mindfuck happens when I go online. I don’t necessarily stare at a screen for 10 hours straight, but I compulsively open dozens of porn tabs at the same time, jumping between intense submissive male dominance and feminization fantasies. This hits a trigger that sends me straight to dating apps like PlanetRomeo, looking for hardcore chats with dominant Alphas.
My fetishes are very specific: I’m obsessed with total submission and “penis erasure.” In porn, I usually get turned on by bottoms wearing thong-strings and jockstraps. i want to be in their place! In my own life, I’ve started buying all this gear—tight jockstraps, strings, full-face masks, and even full-body fishnet bodystockings. I regularly take highly provocative, slutty photos of myself in this gear and upload them to these apps to attract Alphas who will treat me like an object. In those moments, I just want to feel like a fully feminized “woman” where the Alpha is the only one who holds the power and masculinity in the room.
This constant back-and-forth between my straight reality and this hidden submissive urge is causing me massive anxiety. I feel completely trapped.
My questions for you are:
Is it common to experience such an aggressive split—where my romantic and aesthetic attraction is 100% for women (even carrying over the same submission/size fetishes into straight porn), but the raw, hardcore urge to be an absolute slut is directed entirely toward men? How do these two sides connect?
If I decide to bring this fetish into reality just once—like a real-life session focusing on submission with an Alpha—just to get closure and stop this endless cycle of opening tabs and app-chatting, will it help me get it out of my system, or will it just pull me deeper into a lifestyle that contradicts what I want in my everyday life?
Thanks for your time and your help!
Thank you for your complex question! I can sense that you’re really struggling with this!
I want to address the “aggressive split” you’re experiencing head-on, because I think I understand it, You see, I’m 1000% a faggot, but despite being gay my entire life and a faggot since the age of 17, I also dated and had sex with girls from 15-17. I loved being romantic and passionate with them, having them on my arm on double dates and enjoying the perks of a “normal” heterosexual life. I enjoyed backseat fumbling and fingering, the kissing, the tits, etc. Even though I knew it was all a lie, the “romantic and aesthetic attraction” was still pulling me in.
Now, sexually I still had full erections and “performed” (badly) in bed, but I was a teenager. I could’ve fucked a tree at that time. Sex was awkward, embarrassing, and uncomfortable for me. It felt alien to me. It didn’t take much introspection to understand why – I was GAY.
Then Master Roger came along and forced me to realize it went much deeper than homosexuality. I was born a faggot, and there was no going back aftrer that.
I give you that personal experience because I do think that’s what’s going on with you but you’re still in denial/fighting it. If you’re actually straight, then you’re a “beta-sub” male who needs extreme humiliation to feel complete, or you’re a gay faggot who is in denial about it.
I think you’re desiring Alpha dominance because their overwhelming power feeds into your need to be humiliated/feminized. I think this is a the real crux of the issue with you, but I’m unsure if you’re coming at it from the straight beta-sub angle or the faggot-in-denial angle, And that’s something only you can answer through experimentation and honest self-discovery.
But by “experimentation”, I DO NOT mean piddling around on apps and screens. That will not help you. Get on something like TheBlowers.com or Sniffies.com and meet up with a couple of Alphas. Have real experiences with real Alphas (not online Alphas). Enough with the games and lies. It’s time to find out where you really belong!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been an excruciatingly long time since I last heard from my faithful brother Fabien, the French faggot owned by straight, Tom Holland-lookalike Master Anthony (last update was APRIL!). However, I knew two things: (1) serving a straight God Alpha like Master Anthony will keep any faggot busy, and (2) Fabien was planning another wondrous, months-long summer break for his Master and his Alpha pack! I certainly didn’t want to interrupt any of that!
But you can imagine my joy when I opened my email last night to find a letter from my brother! Just listen to how Fabien starts it off:
My beloved big brother!
I am so so so sorry! As I was cleaning out my emails, I realized I failed to reply to your last email before summer! Brother, I beg your forgiveness on my knees! I’m an unworthy, ungrateful little brother!
Such a little drama queen! LOL! That’s okay, though! A little groveling is good for us fags!
But here’s Fabien’s fabulous update:
This summer is AMAZING, and I’ve been super busy! We spent a good part of August in Spain, where we got to see a total solar eclipse. I can tell you that Anthony was very pleased with me. When he heard about the event, he told me to do everything necessary so he could see it. He then discovered that I’d already had everything planned for weeks just in case: a vacation there for him and his Alpha brothers and their own slaves, and special glasses for the Masters to watch the eclipse… He was over the moon! He fucked me in the ass all evening and let me sleep next to him, with my head near his cock. I love it when my Master is this happy with me! I’m so thrilled! On the day of the event, Anthony allowed me to watch the eclipse and lent me his glasses for a few minutes, while the other slaves had to remain on the ground at their masters’ feet and worship them for the entire time. They were only able to look during the total phase of the eclipse. That’s only natural: Alphas have privileges! After all they’re the sunshine in our lives and they light up our days all the time!
Before that, in July, we visited several beaches and vacation resorts in North Africa. It was a smaller group, with just Henri and his slave Clément. The four of us had a wonderful time together. Clément and I are now in complete symbiosis in serving our two Masters, just as they are with each other. We love to watch their manly friendship and being their servants and playthings when they’re enjoying themselves together. We massaged and licked their feet several times while they were sunbathing side by side by the pool in public! Some of the other tourists were surprised, but it became a habit, and we were thrilled to reveal the truth of Hierarchy! I can tell you that some beautiful young girls were turned on by the sight and ended up in the masters’ beds… I have to say, I love seeing this wonderful brotherhood between my Master and his best mate Henri. And I admit I feel a twinge of pride at all the little signs that show Anthony is the leader and Henri is one level below him in the hierarchy. He always gets first dibs on choices (girls, activities…), and even though they often have moments of rivalry (in physical challenges, games…), Anthony always wins, and Henri clearly respects his superiority. But of course, that doesn’t change the fact that Henri is light-years aove me in the Hierarchy and that I happily grovel at his feet!
Also, this summer was a lot of fun for Anthony at the movies, with two films starring Tom Holland! My Master jokingly asked me if I would leave him to serve Tom if I had the chance; I replied that I already had a God who welcomed me at his feet, and that this privilege was more than enough for one inferior. To me, Anthony is already Spider-Man, Telemachus, and all the heroes, kings, and gods of history!
Anthony and I are going to spend the rest of August in a villa by the sea with an older cousin of his, who’s about my age. My Master told me that his cousin is undoubtedly an Alpha, but has no experience owning slaves. I wonder how that’s going to turn out!
I apologize again and again for taking so long to reply to you! I’m often overwhelmed and exhausted, though I’m very happy to devote my life to making my beloved Master Anthony’s life even better. But I should never forget that I owe it all to you for opening my eyes to my true nature and my destiny as a faggot. I kiss your feet in shame and guilt! And I’ll kiss Anthony’s feet and suck his cock for you!
Lots of love!
fab the fag
Such a wonderful update!
One thing Fabien excels at is preparation and anticipation. He’s always ten steps ahead, planning ways to satisfy his Master’s needs long before his Master knows he needs it! This is not easy, but Fabien makes it seem easy because of his natural talents.
Another thing Fabien is especially good at is keeping his ego and jealousy in check. Many faggots struggle with this (I know I did), but Fabien knows his place and embraces it. In fact, I’d say Fabien enjoys the fact that he’s Master Anthony’s personal slave and plaything. He’s so humble that it makes my heart rejoice!
So I wrote back to Fabien with some of my thoughts, as well as a stern refusal on Fabien’s offer of foot worship. I wanted to know how he was able to afford all of these lavish vacations, as well as how he was handling hearing/warching Master Anthony fuck girls. He replied this way:
Haha! I don’t turn tricks on the side (no time for that!), but it’s true that my finances are tight! Fortunately, I manage to save up during the year, since I no longer treat myself to anything other than pleasing my Master (which is more than enough!) and other slaves of the Alpha pack contribute to the Masters’ lifestyle! Thanks to our combined efforts, we are able to provide them with a living standard that comes a little closer to what they are entitled to.
My Master sometimes does me the honor of letting me be there when he’s fucking girls! Not always, but sometimes I’m kneeling in a corner or at the foot of the bed. Once, I was licking his toes while the girl was riding him. I’d say I find him a little gentler and more considerate with the girls. Mind you, he’s obviously very dominant and expects them to respect and to worship him, to say so and to show it! But you can sense a desire to be a little more romantic and to care at least a little about their own pleasure. Whereas when he fucks me or one of our faggot brothers… Let’s just say we’re not much more than living sex toys! LOL I also get the impression that he growls and roars more when he’s fucking me, whereas he makes moans of pleasure with the girls… But maybe I’m just being overly interpretive!
I will be more than happy to worship Anthony’s feet and cock to make amend to you! Thank you for giving me such a punishment!
Lots of love,
fab the fag
I do wonder if Master Anthony is using these fuck sessions as a training method for Fabien, or if he just likes showing off (might be a combination of both). When used with affection, this method of allowing a fag to watch can be a bonding experience. But when it’s used to retrain a jealous fag, it becomes a more painful Nuclear Method of destroying/rebuilding a fag. Thankfully, there is genuine love between Master Anthony and Fabien!
I told Fabien to kiss Master Anthony’s feet and suck his dick for me if he really wanted to apologize for leaving me hanging.
So it was no surprise when I received something in the mail today:
Hey faggot!
My good boy fab sucked me off and told me it was from you haha! Nice of you to check in! fab told me he gave you the gist of our summer. It was great! We’re going to spend some time soon at a beautiful beach villa with my cousin Arthur. He’s a really cool guy I haven’t seen in two years. I’m pretty sure he’s an Alpha, but I don’t think he’s using faggots, haha we’ll see if he converts!
Bye, faggot!
Master Anthony simply oozes raw God Alpha energy, even in a letter. His power grows daily, and he’s becoming impenetrable and unassailable as a King. It’s such an honor to even know him!
As for Arthur, I have no doubt Master Anthony will convince him of the joys of faggot ownership! Master Anthony is one of the great mentors of lesser Alphas, and they always obey!
I’m so happy to have heard from both of them! Let’s see if I hear back from them again before Christmas! LOL
The Alpha’s cock pulses repeatedly, shooting his DNA deep inside his latest conquest. When he breeds a faggot, that DNA enters its bloodstream and begins the process of genetic ownership.
When a faggot pulls off an Alpha’s cock for a break, it’s important for the Alpha to redirect the fag’s head back on it as Master @ambroxios_back does here.
There’s no excuse for a unsatisfied Alpha.
A faggot gets a break once it has swallowed every drop.
Hi Sam! I’ve been reading your blog off-and-on for years now. I’ve finally accepted long-term chastity this summer. I was wondering two things: 1) Would you happen to know any alphas here in LA who could use a faggot like me? 2) Master Jin is a GOD. His posts are the reason I come back to your website so often. I know he is in Toronto, already has faggots, and has a successful medical career, but if he’s ever in LA, or is open to using a faggot visiting Toronto ever, you could pass on my contact info. My Insta/TikTok is eacj0506 and my email is below. Thanks fellow faggot!
Thank you for the question!
I don’t do any kinds of hook-ups anymore Too many issues came from that, and I simply don’t want to waste my time or risk my personal capital that way.
I really appreciate what you had to say about Master Jin!. I completely agree with you! In addition to the faggots in Toronto he trained , he’s inspired faggots worldwide to embrace their purpose and the benefits of chastity, He understands the faggot mind in a particular way that is very different from other straight Alphas. He’s an amazing Master, and his growth as both a Man, an Alpha, a Master, and a professional has been onw of my great privileges.
Master Jin and his two beautiful faggots watch this site, so it’s very likely he will see your message!
I’m a 34 year old faggot and I have a question for you.
I’ve been very much aware of my identity as a faggot for a long time. I have started calling myself a faggot about 10 years ago and have tried to embrace the faggot lifestyle since then, serving Men sexually and non-sexually.
I can’t explain how this happened, but I ended up in a relationship with a vanilla guy I have been very much in love with, for now over 3 years. Things got very serious when we decided to buy a house together. I have never come out to him as a faggot. I cosplay as a “real man”.
At first, I tried to deny my faggot identity, deleted all the websites and stopped chatting with Alphas and fellow faggots. But… I simply can’t fight my nature. I have served several Men in non-sexual ways (mostly performing tasks making Their lives easier, providing domestic service, a bit of remote humiliation). Serving sexually has been a line I haven’t crossed as to me, this would really mean cheating on my partner.
The thing is, an Alpha I have been serving for domestic work now wants me to serve His dick. It’s a bit of a mindfuck, because obviously I want to serve Him with my holes but it feels absolutely wrong…
He has given me one week to think it over, if I don’t comply, He will replace me.
I am completely lost and don’t know what to do at this point. Do you have any tips for me to cope?
Thank you
Thank you for the question, brother!
This is why I’ve always emphasized to faggots that they need to fully embrace the unshakeable truth and undeniable reality of being a faggot. It’s not like catching a cold. Faggots have needs for service that cannot be suppressed or replaced, and certainly not with a vanilla life of equality.
I definitely think it’s time to have a conversation with your significant other about this. First of all, you don’t really know what he might be wanting that he’s not getting, either. But he definitely deserves to know the truth about your needs. I know this isn’t going to be an easy conversation to have, but it’s an important one.
I know the timing sucks, but you put yourself into this box by not being honest with yourself and then sneaking around behind your partner’s back. You might need to let this Master and that opportunity pass until you clean house … unless your partner learns the truth and he’s okay with it. Sorry brother.
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
During my life I have been owned by multiple straight Alphas. Those many years of experience led me to create this site, which was originally titled “FagsWorshipStraights” on Tumblr. During those first few years I received plenty of flak for my relentless assertion that straight Alphas owned and used fags like me.
These days people no longer question it, because the evidence is piling up here and everywhere that yes, many straight Alphas do indeed own faggots … and always have!
I’m saying all of this because Queen Sophie (and I) received quite a shock a couple of days ago, one I should’ve seen coming.
READ ON:
Oh my good sam! I absolutely must tell you what happened!
As I mentioned last time, Raphael instructed me to come spend Sunday with him until he leaves on his trip. I arrived at his place late on Saturday night and quickly took in his beautiful apartment. We spent yet another wonderful night of love, during which he penetrated me through every hole.
That morning, after I’d taken care of his morning wood, I got up to make him breakfast, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back close to him. “No need, wait just a little.” We cuddled tenderly, and just a few minutes later, the door opened and a young pretty boy, in his twenties I think, walked into the room!
Seeing how surprised we both were, Raphael remained calm, with one arm behind his head. “Sweatheart, this is my home slave. Hi boy. Meet the woman I love, Sophie. You’re to serve her as well. No wake-up blowjob this morning, Sophie has already taken care of it. You’re going to bring breakfast for the both of us. Sophie, my love, tell the slave what you want for breakfast.” I quickly regained my composure and told the boy what I wanted, and he rushed outside saying “At once, Ma’am!”. I turned to my lover and master. “What’s his name?” He replied, nonchalantly. “I don’t remember, not even sure I ever asked him. I don’t care.”
As you can imagine, I was at once amazed, excited, and, deep down, not all that surprised to discover that Raphael was also dominating a boy serving him domestically! While we were having breakfast in bed, the boy was worshipping Raphael’s feet. At one point, the master motioned for him to kiss mine, too! Oh, what a strange pleasure I felt!
Raphael and I spent a wonderful day, snuggled up at his place, filled with tenderness, conversation, and fun. A minor incident occurred during the day, but it was no big deal. While his slave was serving us drinks as we sat on the couch, he almost knocked over a glass. Exasperated, Raphael grabbed him by the ear and ordered him to be more careful. I shyly tried to intervene. “Come on, Raphael my love, don’t be too harsh…” But he immediately silenced me, without even raising his voice. “Shut up, woman. The man’s talking.”
After the poor boy went off to do other tasks, Raphael made things crystal clear. “Don’t ever interrupt me again when I discipline my slaves, and never undermine my authority. I hope I have made myself clear.” I felt both guilty and aroused by his natural power. “Absolutely, my love. Sir. Fogive me. I shall behave.” I was relieved that he forgave me right away. “Good girl. I love you so much.” Then he passionately kissed me.
I had planned to help Raphael pack for his trip, but he quickly made it clear that I was there solely for companionship, affection and sex, while his slave handled all the logistics. On Monday morning, we said goodbye on his doorstep, while the young boy was waiting for him with his luggage to drive him to the airport. After a long, warm hug, Raphael said to me “My slave is at your disposal while I’m away. You can summon him at any time to serve you and your son Lucas, for whatever you need.” I replied “Thank you so much, my love! Lucas often has his own servants to help me around the house, but I’ll keep your slave in mind if needed!” “What an impressive young man. I can’t wait to meet him. Have a wonderful time together, sweetheart.”
I’m already looking forward to seeing him again! I almost feel a twinge of regret for not going with him as he had told me to, but I’m overjoyed at the thought of seeing my son again soon. These two weeks would be so long without him!
Master Raphael owns faggots!!!
It really doesn’t surprise me that much in the larger scheme of things. Apex and God Alphas like Master Raphael have tremendous needs for worship and service that far exceed what only one person can provide. Owning a private entourage of females and/or faggots gives a God Alpha a feeling of completeness about his life and a fulfillment of how he views his Kingdom.
I love the way he sprung that faggot on Sophie! I’ve heard of this being done before. I think Alphas do this with females to test their reaction to their ownership of faggots.
Of course, Queen Sophie already has extensive experience with straight Alphas owning faggots because of her son, Master Lucas. But still, how weird that Sophie has that in both her son and her lover! I’m not sure what those odds look like in Vegas, but they must be nearly impossible!
I’m just so delighted that Master Lucas will now have a God Alpha mentor who will understand his needs for power and worship! They’re elite Alphas whose needs are poorly understood even by other Alphas!
Master Raphael and Master Lucas will be able to speak freely to each other in a language only they’ll understand, and I know it will only make Master Lucas even that much more powerful and confident!
But finally, I must commend Queen Sophie. She has done everything correctly in submitting to Master Raphael’s power, and she’s shown resilience, strength, and flexibility while learning how to serve/satisfy her Master and boyfriend!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
In the history of this site, I’ve covered some Alphas so powerful that they feel dangerous even in writing. These are God Alphas who are less human and more like elemental forces of nature.
Among these, Master Chad reigns supreme.
Master Chad is the straight Alpha son of God Alpha Dino. I was there when Master Dino taught his prolifically-fertile firstborn about the purpose of faggots, and Master Chad responded by breeding fags with as much gusto as he bred females. The humans inhabiting his planet are merely toys with holes for him to fill with his prodigious cumshots.
Today Master Chad lives in his perfect place, leading Hierarchy Island, killing game, and being served by an army of faggots and females while ruling alongside a handful of Alphas. It’s an idyllic existence for sure.
At Master Chad’s feet are 13 biological sons, gathered to him on the island from the various female incubators he’s impregnated. Statistically-speaking, not all of his boys would be Alpha. But what if some of them were actually faggots?
Listen to what Master Chad is discovering:
Sup cockjockey,
Dino mentioned rappin with ya this morning and it got Me thinking. Maybe ya heard about this kind of situation I got on My hands cause even Pop is uncertain how to deal.
For sure 2 of My boys are fags. Gavin and Justin display all the signs but Gavin is different. Tough as an Alpha but definitely not one. For instance, he goes up against any of his brothers but steals My fuckin dirty socks for God knows what. He sneaks around at night to watch Me fuck. I catch him sleeping with My boxers covering his face. I sleep like im dead so who knows if the little fuck is licking My nuts and shit while I’m sawin logs. LMFAO I am his focus. It’s a lot like bunny’s need for Pop growing up so I know I got another bunny in him. But here’s the deal, say c.c. brings Me a beer. Gavin will go get another can, set it beside Me and take the one his mother brought and throw it away. Then the fucker will just beam a smile at Me. Once Cal got My jacket for Me and Gavin punched Him in the nuts and snatched the jacket away and brought it to Me. He’s on Me every second and fights his brothers if they dare to interrupt his playtime with Me. He’ll sneak in bed with Me and c.c. at night and I find him with his face in My crotch or My pit. Little fucker wants his Daddy all to himself and will fight anybody, even adults who try to horn in on his scene. Goddamn faggot, He’s so into Me I already know what’s gonna go down one day, right cumhole? The looks he gives Me sometimes are fuckin pure unadulterated lust. A fuckin 8 year old is slobbering for My cock without even knowing what his feelings mean. All he knows is he wants Daddy’s attention and does his best to outdo everyone else to please Daddy, and to be near Me. Fucker can hold his own against his superior Brother, the Prince. Mommy is the only tough faggot I know of but I don’t know how she balanced all that. I miss her badly. I wish I could talk to her about this shit. She’d know exactly how to handle this. Poor c.c., she understands Gavin’s desires but it still hurts her a bit that the child she loves and raises gets pissed like it’s a competition for Me. She’s managed to make a game of some shit she does for Me by including him and it’s helped. But I still got the rough stuff to deal with. What do I do with a baby faggot in love with Me and willing to fight everybody to capture My sole attention? Fatherhood is, at one and the same time, fun as fuck and harder than My cock after a week of no sex. Pop has told Me how He’d handled bunny but she’s a pussy. Gavin is not.
Well cumhole, what’s your ideas on the subject. Ever met a subservient faggot who could beat ya up? Ever heard of anything like this before? Get back to Me when ya can.
It’s crazy to imagine Master Chad being lusted over by one of his faggot sons. Of course, Gavin is too young to even understand what he’s doing. It’s pure instinct driving Gavin’s actions, a primordial faghood working itself out.
I’m sure most fathers (Alpha or not) would react in horror if their sons acted like this. I know mine did. However, Master Chad is accustomed to his overwhelming presence forcing subs into deep submission to him. Gavin’s actions are less surprising and more about revelation.
This type of situation, one that so often results in broken relationships, can be handled effectively because Master Chad knows hierarchy so well. Hell, he DEFINES hierarchy! This is why I’m so adamant that people learn hierarchical mechanics. It gives insight where was once only fear.
In terms of what to do, I don’t think there really is anything to do. Gavin is too young to know what he’s doing. Scolding him will only confuse him more.
Just let him grow into whatever nature intends. If Gavin truly is a faggot, then there is no better place for him to embrace his purpose!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the blessed life of gay God Alpha Dean, twin brother of his faggot Jimmy and part of the Hierarchical family of God Alpha Dino. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
It’s rare for me to receive updates from God Alpha Dino’s Hierarchy Island anymore. I’m not surprised. It’s literally a paradise there, and it’s a daily cocktail of Alphas hunting for fresh food and breeding faggots/females while their small army of faggots tend to their needs and the needs of their (claimed) children. Every so often I drop them a note to check in, but those go unanswered amidst the adventure of their lives today.
But occasionally something dramatic happens to them that reminds them that they still live in the real world, and then I’ll hear from them.
This time, however, it was truly scary. My precious little brother Jimmy, the ever-loyal fag and twin brother of God Alpha Dean, developed a serious heart condition that required emergency surgery. Needless to say I was petrified, and I hated being so trapped and powerless to help.
So many thoughts went through my head. What will happen to Master Dean and his young son they were raising together? Will the extended family on the island be able to handle the loss of their new matriarch faggot so soon after the death of Master Dino’s fag wife Jamie?
So I waited and waited, occasionally prodding for updates as the family traveled to the mainland for Jimmy’s medical treatment.
Then, I finally heard from Master Dean:
Good day little one,
I regret the delay of this correspondence but bunny’s health was and is of the utmost importance. We are assured of My baby’s complete recovery now. I shall allow her to write soon. As of now she cannot receive enough of My attention and ravishes Me at every opportunity with a conviction that almost unsettles Me. Our first full copulation after many weeks was a symphony of love, dominance, and servile poetry. After hours of gentle coupling bunny became an electric outlet for the power of My mind and penis. Never have I adored My bunny more, and the experience lives within Us still. We were expected last week at home but I cannot bear yet to shatter this magic spell between lovers, brothers, and Master and slave. My soul has been enriched while bunny’s has been nourished, in ways unique to the both of us-yet fulfilling both.
Phillip’s joy stayed with Us whenever He was working to help bunny and to provide service for Me. Once bunny was allowed to orally service Men, Chad and Calvin both came over and came in her. Lol She ached for Chadwick, naturally. That is one of the items tugging her heart for home-she’s dying for Chadwick’s ample penis and his special way of using and denigrating her mind and body. He has that unique understanding of each faggot’s personal emotional g-spot and destroys it in the best possible way. mommy used to live for his ‘little abused boy’ routine, as if she were perverting Him instead of the opposite happening. My Brother is a God.
The other tug on both of Us is Our Son. Even though We speak daily on Skype, Our hearts are heavy to parent Our amazing Son. He and the Prince are just as Chad and I were-strong confident Brothers who are inseparable and unstoppable in having exactly what they want. They still need much guidance and I’m aware of the rough and tumble times ahead but love, teaching, and displine will create future Gods that women will desire, Men will envy, and faggots will push themselves to unending limits for Their attentions.
I’ve decided We shall return to the island Monday. I’ll tell the faggots to prepare. Between you and I, little one, this Alpha God has an extremely sore penis. My scrotum has never felt as, as empty as in this moment. I am dehydrated and thirst for water. I, too, need a bit of recovery.
Good day, little one. I wish you all the best.
Master Dean, God Alpha
Oh how I miss Master Dean’s eloquent missives! He expresses his dominance and control in ways that give me a wide-on of my mind as well as my pussy!
I’m just so relieved that little Jimmy went through surgery successfully and has returned to Hierarchy Island to do what he does (and loves) best: SERVE. I’m not sure there is a faggot on earth who hungers for Alpha cock and cum more than Jimmy (Jamie taught him well!), and on the island there is more than enough of that!
But Jimmy is more than a terrific faggot. He’s the emotional and spiritual heart of the island, an exemplary mentor faggot just like his Mom, Jamie. I never stop beaming with joy, love, and pride because of my baby brother!
I did receive a message from Jimmy after Master Dean wrote to me:
Hi brother! It’s me bunny! i’m really doing fine. Daddy’s coming to help us go home to the island FINALLY! i was scared but Dino, My King kept me sane and made me feel safe and loved. Oh sam he is the MOST wonderful Man EVER!! i can’t deserve the Master i have. No way! i wish i had time to tell you how awesome He’s been to me. i need to go home and service the Men! i missed them so bad! Well some of them came to see me and feed me! Hehehe
King says i have to go. It’s time for my bath and then me and King and joy are going to watch a movie. Bye brother! Thanks for caring about me. i missed you and the rainbow too but i MISS my baby boy. He’s got so big while i been gone! He cries for us both!
Yes, I think little Jimmy is going to be just fine!
The following post is part of a thread following Kamal, a faggot who has a desire to serve his Alpha professor uncle Farid. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When Kamal initially asked for me help to approach his Alpha uncle Farid, I was almost as nervous as Kamal for multiple reasons. First of all, I’m always uncomfortable about service arrangements among members of a family given the risk of fallout. I was also nervous about the potential culture issues involved with this arrangement. All of that anxiety was piled on top of the typical concerns we fags have about offering ourselves to straight Alphas.
Kamal followed my recommendations, and quite frankly his uncle Farid responded in such a surprising way that even I was taken aback (it takes a lot to shock me).
Ever since I published that last post, I’ve been waiting anxiously for a follow-up. Last night that response arrived, and it couldn’t be any better!
READ THIS:
Sam,
You thought me insane for not surrendering immediately, but you misunderstand—I was ready to collapse at his feet that very night. It was Farid who imposed the delay. He wanted me to sit with his offer, to be certain I understood the weight of what I was choosing. He would not let me rush into his possession until he was satisfied I had truly considered the cost.
I waited. I thought. And when I knew—when I was certain—I went to him.
I knocked timidly on his study door. He called for me to enter, and when I stepped inside, he did not gesture toward the couch where we have had so many proper conversations. Instead, he turned in his chair to face me fully, and he spread his legs wide, and he gestured to the floor between his sinfully inviting thighs.
I went to him. I knelt there, looking down at the carpet, but he said, “Put your hands on my thighs and look at me.”
I moved further in between his legs, close enough that the air I breathed off his crotch was not only scented but warm. I placed my trembling hands on his thighs and looked up into his eyes. I held his gaze for a few seconds, but the intensity of it—of him looking down at me from that position, of what I was agreeing to become—overwhelmed me, and I placed my head on his left thigh, my nose almost touching the middle seam of his trousers, and I breathed deep.
I heard my uncle’s breath hitch in response. His hand came to rest on my forehead, but instead of the paternal love that gesture usually signifies, his hand crushed my face into his crotch, and I was grateful—so grateful—that the choice was taken from me, that I did not have to act on the desire to do just that but that he made me, and that made it somehow more beautiful.
But just as quickly as his hand had crushed my face into his body, it left, and his voice said, “Kamal, I want you to know that whatever you say to me tonight, all we will do is speak. I will not take you even if you have come to tell me you want it. I will not have you look back on this night and think I guided your responses somehow because I wanted you. Don’t mistake me; I want you. I want you desperately. But tonight I will hear your answer, nothing more. My darling boy, don’t be afraid. Whatever you have to say to me, I will love you like I always have. My love is not on the table. It is not part of any deal. It is there for you always.”
I looked up at him and said, “Uncle, everything you say to me, every memory I have of loving you and you loving me, convinces me that this is the right thing for me. To belong to you. I have come to tell you that I accept your terms. You fill me with joy, uncle. You always have. And I can’t wait for you to fill me with a more selfish love. With your need and your desire. I am made for you. I am the luckiest faggot in the world that you not only want me but refuse to stop loving me. I have thought this through like you commanded, and I am yours.”
My uncle smiled at me and said, “Kamal…”. His voice broke a little as he said my name. “Kamal, go to your room and sleep. You have made your choice and I respect that. Go and sleep your last night as your own man. Tomorrow when you wake you will be mine.”
I came to my room, and wrote this email.
And I am going to sleep now to dream of what tomorrow’s Sun will look like.
Kamal.
ASTOUNDING!!
I cannot express my joy and pride properly in the face of Kamal’s open-hearted courage! Just speechless!
This is what can happen when a faggot’s need to be useful in service to an Alpha overcomes fear! A faggot must want the fulfillment more than it fears punishment or anger!
Now, I didn’t think Master Farid was going to hurt Kamal. However, there could’ve been emotional rejection that in many ways is much worse than being beaten or punished!
I just cannot believe that Master Farid admitted that he’s wanted to own his faggot nephew for a long time! Once again, you do not know what it going through the minds of Alphas around us, regardless of whether they’re straight or not!
So now Kamal gets to wake up to a new existence as the property of Master Farid! He’s an OWNED FAGGOT!
Hey bro. Long time sub fag here. Was never really close with my younger brother growing up, but now that we are both grown, we have been reconnecting. He knows i am gay and into fetish, and has told me that he and his wife are into kink. He is moving soon and will be about an hour away. i woke up this morning with my nub straining in its cage, was thinking about what if he knew i was a faggot and decided to make me serve Him. Not sure how to fully admit to him that i am a fag and ask if he is an alpha and i would be ok if he decided to follow the hierarchy.
Thank you for writing!
I would start with asking him if he considers himself to be Alpha. It’s likely he does (unless the “kink” they’re into is beta-sub/Domme nonsense). That’ll open him up to a discussion about hierarchy and your place in it.
Remember: he’s your brother, and he’s open-minded. You’re safe.
Hi Sam. I hope all is well! I’m wondering if you still have your old archive of videos anywhere? On the old site there was a favourite of mine, it was this big muscular black God Alpha discipling His white faggot. I think it was called The Importance of Aftercare. The faggot is naked and blindfolded and kneeling before its owner. Then the Alpha struck it hard across the face, knocking the faggot off balance. The Alpha then lowered Himself to the fag and held its face gently explaining why He had to punish it. He even softly kissed it. The fag then asked if it could hug its owner and the Alpha stood back up and allowed it to hug Him around the waist. He then fed it his cock. It was amazing! I’d love to see it again.
Thanks for writing!
I love my OG readers and their terrific memories! Yes I definitely remember that video! It was such an unusual one, so it stuck out.
It’s not in the archives (video wasn’t preserved), but I might have it on my hard-drives … but everything is currently in storage.
