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:
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This is the second part of this story. CLICK HERE to read the first part!
In the previous post we learned that straight Master Vinicius finally decided to use his long-term friend and faggot Felipe sexually. When he first found out the truth about Felipe being a fag, he swore he wouldn’t use Felipe sexually because, as he said, he’s not interested in that. Frankly, this is justifiably the position more straight Alphas have regarding sex with males. After all, there is no natural attraction to another male.
But something this site has consistently taught and documented over the years is this fundamental truth: straight Alphas are turned on by POWER and WORSHIP, and that overrides any other concern they might have about gay sex.
That’s because sex between a straight Alpha and a faggot isn’t about sexual attraction, but rather, it’s about pure domination. That kind of power is its own aphrodisiac.
Needless to say, Master Vinicius was literally and figuratively blown away by the worshipful blowjobs Felipe gave him, and the surge of unconquerable power he felt charged through him like a lightning strike. He knew he needed to actually claim Felipe completely.
He decided to finally fuck and breed his first faggot!
I prepped Master Vinicius beforehand on the fruits of complete faggot ownership, as well as how to cunt a faggot and the importance of it. I had to act quickly, because it was clear a tsunami of lust was surging in Master Vinicius, and this was going to happen sooner than later!
Then it happened. Here are Master Vinicius’s account of what transpired physically, metaphysically, and, most importantly, hierarchically:
As I told you I had my fag Felipe coming over to be my bitch for the evening as I watched the game. When he got to my place I told him to pour me a beer, put the rest in the fridge and set the snacks on a tray and bring me everything as I laid on the couch, in the boxers I had on the whole day. He brought everything and I told him to take off his clothes and kneel… But I wasn’t very fond of that sight. I don’t know, I didn’t feel comfortable seeing his little baby dick out in the wild. So I told him to go to the master bedroom and pick up a pair of panties from my wife’s drawer. He’s such a slut he picked a pair of red lace panties, a little see through on the front. His “dick” is SO SMALL it barely made a bulge. He actually looked like a girl from the waist down (he was fully shaved… I was impressed by that)
So picture this: me wearing a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers already hard standing up in front of him, wearing nothing but my wife panties facing down to the ground as I was drinking a nice cold beer HE paid for. Life’s good, Sam.
I wish I knew that before.
I told him to worship me and beg me to make him my whore and he went on and on about how he dreamed about it since he met me, that he wanted to be a good boy for daddy and make me proud for giving him this opportunity to serve me. I made him put his hands on the ground, behind his back as he was kneeling to give him some support, because I wanted to use his throat as a fleshlight. So I bent his head a bit, put both of my legs behind his back with his head between my legs – as if I was sitting on his chest – and I started fucking that throat. This bitch doesn’t seem to know what a gag reflex is, and I love this about him! I was forcing his head up and down on my cock and he was taking it like a pro! I have a big cock, around 20cm (you do the conversion to inches) and the only times he gagged were when I got his nose pressed against my crotch and I blocked it to prevent him from breathing… He got my cock so slobbered that I don’t think I would had needed to use lube to fuck him. But I told him to lube anyway and to lay on his back on the ground.
You see… When I decided to fuck him I had pictured him on all fours or riding me. But I wanted to see the look on his face as he finally got the meat he’s yearned for years. And I wanted him to look me in the eyes as I entered his pussy to make a statement in his little head: that from now on the only cock that matters is mine. And Sam, what a trip that was! As soon as the tip of my cock entered his hole my fag started crying. I asked if I was hurting him, but he said those were tears of joy. I don’t know if it was the sight of that grown up man wearing my wife panties with his tiny little dick hard and crying of joy for having my cock inside him or just the rush of power that struck me – maybe a mix of both – but I was DETERMINED to turn that hole into a huge gape.
I was fucking him HARD. Taking it all out and shoving it back inside, aiming for different parts of his hole and get it as stretched as possible – his hole was surprisingly tight for someone who’s been getting fucked for 25 years. I was slapping his face, punching him on the side of his ribs, spitting on his mouth… I even rubbed his small ball sack like we do with a woman’s clit. My fag was going nuts, trembling/shaking uncontrollably, saying things that didn’t even make any sense while begging me to get him pregnant. I LOST MY MIND WHEN I HEARD THAT! I strangled his neck with one hand and told him to beg me louder to impregnate his pussy. I read that link you sent me about cunting. I’m sure that’s what was happening. I’ve never seen someone so given to me like that. I increased the speed and I told him I was about to cum and demanded him to say he’s my bitch and I bred him. It was something else… Un-fucking-believable! I’ve had women losing their mind over me in bed, but I never seen someone getting so senseless like he got.
I took my cock out, had him kneeled again and told him to clean it up with his tongue while thanking me for breeding him. And he did it with the biggest smile on his face!
I laid back on the couch, turned the TV on because the game was about to start and had him bringing me another beer, the tray with the snacks and a broom. He brought everything to me and I told him to lay on his back on the ground.
I took the broomstick, a roll of silver tape that was inside the tv rack drawer and I taped both of his feet to the broomstick in a way he couldn’t move his legs to the sides. I told him to raise his legs as far as he could and I placed one edge of the snack tray on the broomstick and told him to grab the other edge of the tray. He was supposed to be the support for it as I watched the game. I didn’t wanna hear a word, that he should try his hardest not to let anything fall for as long as I wanted him to stay that way and that, if he behaved like a good fag, I might let him cum at the end of the evening. In case he couldn’t handle it anymore I’d let him off this duty if he said “Fogo”. (My team’s nickname)
He was SO SCARED it was actually funny, but also adorable in a way. I could see he didn’t want to let me down. And Sam… He tried! And he earned my respect. It took him roughly 20 minutes to tap out. Way more than I was expecting. Luckily, for him, my team had already scored a goal and we were winning a tough away game. I let him off the restraints but he had to stay on the ground, massaging/sucking my feet as I watched the game. When we scored the second goal I smashed his little dick so hard he let out a moan that reminded me of a girl. I never heard his voice so high pitched! But he screamed like a pig when the other team scored a goal and I decided to aim my frustration on his balls. I never knew that kicking someone in the nuts could be THAT relaxing… at least for me! LoL
Half-time came and I told him he could ride my cock as I answered some messages from my clients on my phone, but he was supposed to keep saying he’s my little girl and how much she loves my cock inside of her. Yes, I was referring to my fag in the feminine at this point. So, for around 20 minutes I had my fag riding my cock with my wife’s panties on, telling me how much my cock means to her as I had my phone in one hand answering my clients and playing with her tits with the other hand. And boy, she was perfect at it! I shot my second load by the time the second half was about to start.
I needed to piss, so I took my fag to the toilet with me, told her to hold my cock with her teeth and lips as I pissed. I cleaned my cock on her face, ordered to pick me another beer and I was back on the couch – and my fag back on the floor.
I don’t know what the fuck happened, but the other team scored 3 goals on the first 20 minutes of the second half and my team was behind the score by 2. I wasn’t happy at all about it, but I squeezed my fag’s small nuts so bad after the second goal that I felt bad for her when the 3rd came. I went to the master bedroom and picked up my wife’s vibrator, told my fag to lay on the couch on her back over my lap, legs wide open, and I used the vibrator in her ass like a stress relief tool… For me. I was aiming at my fag’s prostate the whole time. My neighbors might have heard the moaning. The human body is incredible, isn’t it? How can the stimulation on a specific spot make someone lose the sense of space and time?
I kept telling my fag I was pissed but it was because of the game. But she made me really proud. And that I wanted to start treating him like a girl, since his dick looks like an oversized clitoris and he has titties that could easily fill up a bra. My fag said she’s going to be my girl and as slutty as daddy wanted her to be. She even started talking with a different voice. She was such a good girl I told her she could cum… But only if she managed to do it hands free, because daddy was already stimulating her pussy and that’s how girls should cum. But she asked me to cum riding my cock instead of the vibrator. She had those needy puppy eyes and such a soft voice asking to cum riding her daddy that I couldn’t say no.
I got her riding my cock facing me. The other team had scored yet another goal so I was done with the match… The moment I was having with my fag girl felt much better. I got her to ride me and tell me how much she loved to serve me that evening, how much my cock meant to her and my fag girl gave me an Oscar winning speech of how amazing and life changing my cock is. That I wasn’t only her master, but her king, her god. That from now on my cock is her religion and that getting my cum is her sacred communion, that every drop of anything produced by my body is holy to her: my cum, my sweat, my spit, my piss… She was saying all of that while looking me in the eyes, hands behind my neck, my heavy breathing against hers. I ordered her to cum. I gave her a 60-second count down. I didn’t even got to the 40s and she squirted all over my stomach while thanking me for being so kind to let her cum.
I had her cleaning the mess she made with her tongue then I shot my 3rd load on her face. I used my foot to spread my cum all over it and told her to clean my foot too.
And just like that other night I told my fag to clean everything while I took a shower, to wash my wife’s panties and get the fuck out of my place before I was done showering because my boy could be back home any minute then and I didn’t want them to run into each other.
Sam… I’m really playing with the idea of turning my fag into a girl when I want to get worshipped and serviced.
It was my first time fucking someone who isn’t a woman and, Sam… I stand corrected. You were right all along.
Absolutely astounding!
I love the analytical side of Master Vinicius’s brain being blown apart by the overwhelming experience of fucking and breeding his first faggot. His entire being was transformed into a raging beast of pure power and dominance, a point beyond the usefulness of words and rational thought. This makes sense, because all ascended Alphas can tap into that pure animal id because they’ve come to accept the natural use of faggots!
Once again, I commend Felipe for being such a good faggot and performing admirably as Master Vinicius thoroughly (and roughly) used him! So proud of my brother!
But I wanted to touch on the fact that Master Vinicius did, in fact, cunt Felipe on his very first try! For a straight Alpha, cunting their first faggot is almost as wondrous as what the faggot experiences. As Master Vinicius mentioned, he watched his faggot’s body shudder and his faggot’s face go slack and delirious, and it was something so intensely powerful that it made him need to pump his load deep into Felipe’s new pussy.
No matter how well Master Vinicius fucks his wife, he’s never going to experience TRANSFORMATION like that because of the power of his cock! Master Vinicius’s cock RULED this encounter, striking like a weapon and penetrating even the psyche of his new faggot. This is what Alpha cock does! It’s more than just a tool to fuck and breed things. It alters people, forcing them to submit and surrender to true Alpha power!
There is nothing stopping Master Vinicius now. He’s moved beyond the cares of unenlightened Men, ascending above them and clothed with glory. He can own anyone he wants now. If he wants a harem of female and faggot slaves worshiping him day and night, it’s all possible.
His God Alphahood is assured. He’s picked the lock and opened the gates to a Kingdom made just for him!
Thank you, Master Vinicius and his faggot, Felipe!
I’m reaching out for advice on how to handle conversations about being a fag, especially in contexts where I usually keep my kink life private, like with family.
Context: My boyfriend and I are in a long-term, consensual Dom/sub relationship. As part of our dynamic, I wear a chastity cage almost all the time. While we’re open about our relationship with trusted friends, we generally keep the kinkier details private from family and work.
What happened: We were at my boyfriend’s parents’ place with his family. I accidentally left my chastity cage lying around after cleaning it—my fault entirely. My boyfriend’s brother found it and made some remarks. My boyfriend wanted to address it honestly to prevent teasing, so we talked to his siblings. They were supportive, but their attitude caught me off guard.
Instead of surprise or curiosity, they treated it as completely normal—almost dismissively so. Their reactions were along the lines of “Of course you’re the submissive one,”“It makes sense our brother would lock you up,” and “Glad he finally found someone who consents to it.” It wasn’t malicious, but their absolute self-confidence made me feel uncomfortable. I found myself reacting emotionally, apologizing later, but their responses only reinforced that feeling of being objectified.
What I’m struggling with: How can I discuss my submissive side in these contexts without becoming flustered or reactive? I want to be able to calmly express that I am a faggot, that I serve my Man, our kinks and so on, without feeling like I’m losing control or being pushed into a role I didn’t agree to in that moment.
I’d really appreciate any advice on how to stay composed and communicate clearly in these situations, while staying true to myself and my dynamic with my boyfriend.
Thank you in advance for your support.
Best, Dave
Thank you for writing in, Dave!
This is an interesting dynamic. Firstly, I congratulate you for maintaining such a long-lasting and healthy Alpha/fag relationship! It’s hard to make the transition from role play to long-term embracing of mutual purpose. You and your Master should be proud of yourselves!
I think I understand the real problem here. You don’t want to be objectified or spoken to/of like a thing without any sense of self.
But here’s the problem: you’re a faggot, so in some ways you ARE an object. You need to embrace that reality and actually relish it. For me, talking about being a faggot in everyday situations is full of joy because I’m actually pretty proud to be a faggot.
So what’s bothering you about what happened with the family? Did you want them to be shocked? Disgusted? Disappointed? Bullying? What reaction do you think would’ve been better for you?
Honestly, I think your Master’s family’s reaction is nothing short of revelatory. You should be so grateful to be part of a family that embraces whatever truth you have so openly and warmly. Your Master was brought up to be inclusive and open, and that upbringing (coupled with his Alpha dominance) makes him comfortable in his own skin.
I wish the same for you, brother. As a completely owned and cherished faggot, you should be proud to wear your Master’s cage and represent him and glorify him in all you do. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about or ashamed of. Your Master’s family wanted you to feel good about being owned by him, which is why (I think) they had that reaction.
There are soooo many worse reactions that happen every day to faggots everywhere. Be grateful, be thankful, and be proud!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
For more than ten years I’ve been consistently preaching one fairly controversial message: straight Alphas use faggots sexually and remain straight. In fact, the original name of this site as registered in 2015 was FagsWorshipStraights.Tumblr.com. I had served so many straight Alphas in my life that I wanted to teach people this fundamental hierarchical truth.
I received a lot of pushback for a lot of years (I’m still getting it), but again and again through this site I have instead raised an irrefutable mountain of evidence proving this truth. I’m unassailable in this regard. Do you have any idea how many straight Alphas tried using faggots because of this site and discovered I was right?? I don’t even know, but it’s A LOT of them.
Master Vinicius is the latest straight Alpha to become exposed to this site’s message after his longtime friend Felipe admitted that he was a faggot and directed him to this site. And Master Vinicius warned me in one of our earliest conversations that he would never use a faggot sexually no matter what I said to him.
And I just smiled. You see, I know the power of hierarchy better than any straight Alpha. They can protest all they want, but in the end I know the POWER will move them more than their fears and paranoia.
So the other day Master Vinicius started asking me questions about how in theory he might approach Felipe in order to in theory try using him as a cocksucker.
But I didn’t give Master Vinicius theories. I gave him facts.
I gave him the truth … and the truth set him free:
So Sam… Here’s what happened.
I went over to my fag’s place using my emergency key, he was lying on the couch and I immediately told him to get up and get close to me. I gave him the first slap of the evening in his face. “Do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he said he didn’t. Slap number 2. I ordered him to take off his shorts and be only in his undies and with his shirt on. He did it. Slap number 3. “I’m gonna ask again: do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he asked if I was there to use him and… Slap number 4. “Only idiots answer a question with another question. What’s the correct answer?” And he said “You’re here to use me, Sir.” I said good boy and gave him the slap number 5. Then I gave him a wedgie and told him to get me a glass of cold water, a bowl I could put my feet in filled with warm water, a towel and nail clippers.
As he ran to get all of that I sat on his couch and started looking for something interesting to watch on the tv.
He got back, gave me the glass of water, put the bowl in front of me with the towel around his neck while the water was heating on the stove. I ordered him to kneel.
I told him to get my underwear I gave him this morning, he picked it up and I put it over his head, with the bulge part against his nose. By that time the water was already warm enough to pour into the bowl and I ordered him to get it.
When he came back and the bowl was filled I said “You’re starting tonight by washing my feet and massaging it. Then you’ll clip my nails. You’re not allowed to say a word unless spoken to. I have a lot to talk to you. Understood?” – “Yes, sir”
Then I went on and on about how I got very pissed and disappointed at him for talking about me to strangers online and having it published. But I said his luck was that he did that with you, and that I’ve been chatting with you lately. I told him you’re a VERY intelligent person, very eloquent and well versed in this hierarchy matter. So much that I got a boner reading one of your emails. That chatting with you made me realize that my cock does deserve to be worshipped. I told him we’re not friends anymore. But I decided to still keep him in my life because you, Sam, opened my eyes to the things I can get from him that no other women is capable to provide me. And that I got that boner because of the rush of power I had. And that I decided to give him one chance to finally prove himself he can be completely useful under our new dynamic – and one chance only.
By that time he had already finished washing and clipping my nails and he was just massaging my feet. I was already only with my underwear on. It was a fun sight, since he had my dirty underwear covering his face and he didn’t even notice I was barely clothed.
“Do you want to take this chance you’ve been waiting for 20 years, fag” – “Yes, Sir. I’ll do anything” – good.
I told him to dry my feet and approach. Got him kneeled between my legs and shoved his head on my crotch (with two pairs of underwears between his nose and my junk – the one on his face and the one I was wearing) and I told him to tell me his case, and it should be a very convincing speech.
He said something to the lines of “I’ve always knew I was a faggot and you’re an alpha. I was afraid the day you realized this would never gonna come. Out of all the men in the world you’re the one who deserves to enjoy this power the most. You changed so many peoples lives, you always guided people around you, you literally saved my life a few times and I’ve always been grateful to be around you, because you make feel safe being what I’m meant to be… Even if you didn’t know about it before. And now that you do I would be honored to show you new heights to your power and make you feel like the God you are.”
That “God” part REALLY got me hard right there, Sam.
I told him to take my underwear off his face and stare at my hard rock bulge. His eyes were shinning like a kid on Xmas day. I asked him “What are you?”, he said “I’m your faggot, Sir!”, I asked “And what am I?” He said “The greatest man I’ve ever seen. You’re my God, sir!”
Sam, my cock was throbbing already. Not in a million years I’d imagine something like this would happen. And you were spot on when you said that I got that erection from your email because of the feeling of power I had.
I told him to get some lube. He ran to his bedroom and brought it to the living room, handed to me and went back on his knees. I told him to turn around and put his head on the floor and his ass up. I pulled his undies back to normal, ripped the back just enough to get access to his hole, put some lube on it and told him to turn around facing me. He was losing his mind. He was shaking, dripping sweat. I could see he was nervous. I told him to calm down, that I wouldn’t do anything to harm him not anything he didn’t want me to do anyway. “Ok, boy?” – “Yes, sir!”
Then I gave him another slap and asked how many times have I slapped him already. He’s such a good boy that he immediately said “Six times, Sir! One on each cheeck, Sir!” – I smiled, said he’s a good boy and told him to try and ride my right foot. He didn’t hesite. Though he didn’t manage to get all my toes in, I’m proud of him anyway. You see… My feet are size 14. And my big toe if probably bigger than his little baby dick.
I let him ride my feet as I put my cock out and told him to jerk and admire it. If a meteor hit us at that moment I don’t think he would notice. He was COMPLETELY hypnotized. He was playing with its head, my pubes, my heavy balls… Drooling in lust to put it inside his mouth. And I’m not saying that figuratively , he was ACTUALLY drooling without noticing. It was the first time in my life I’ve seen someone so mesmerized by my hard cock. Not even my wife was ever like this.
I told him he could start worshipping my cock with his mouth.
He started on the head, playing with his tongue. Then started sucking it and without me even ask him he put the whole thing down his throat and started fucking it. It took a while until he started having gag reflexes. At one point he did something I’ve only seen in porn… My cock was down his throat, his nose was on my pubes and he managed to put part of his tongue out to lick my balls at the same time. I didn’t know it was possible! It felt AMAZING.
It was already the best blowjob I ever gotten! And he even forgot he had my toes inside his ass! Hahaha
Then he asked me permission to talk. I said yes. He asked permission to give me a surprise, but to do that he needed to get up for a second. I was so caught up in the moment that I said sure.
He got up, went to the kitchen and I heard him saying “Sir, do you mind if I ask you to close your eyes for just a sec?” To which I said ok, but hurry.
He came back, started riding my foot again and started sucking my cock again… But I felt his mouth icy and warm and wet at the same time. It was a weird but AMAZING feeling and I asked him if he had an ice cube in his mouth and he put his tongue out to show me 3 black halls drops.
DISCLAIMER: I know in the us you guys buy Halls drops for cough/throat. Here in Brazil that’s a Candy. And I’ve heard a lot about people using it to give oral sex.
That little motherfucker got me NUTS swallowing my cock with those halls drops inside his mouth. He was deepthroating, putting both of my balls in his mouth, sucking my head like a baby on a pacifier… But it was when he started licking my frenulum with that hot/icy/wet tongue while rubbing my head with one hand and massaging my balls that I admit I lost control. While he was doing that he kept saying that my body is a shrine and my cock is the God he worships. That my cock rules his life from now on if he is considered worthy of it. That he was in heaven being able to do what he had dreamed of for years and years and kept asking me if he was being a good boy. He had tears of happiness scrolling down his eyes.
Sam… All I could do was grunt, moan and breathe heavily. Nobody EVER got me like that only for giving me head. Actually… “Giving head” is not a good enough definition for what that faggot did.
I told him I was close to shoot my load… And he didn’t change his pace one bit. He started licking my frenulum with what he had left from one of the drops on his tongue and trying to say “please, daddy… Give me your God load!” and when he felt my cock was swelling up and about to cum he deep throated himself again, nose on my pubes, tip of his tongue on my balls and my juice exploded direct into his throat. He hold it there for, idk, 20 second. Then started to slurp it out.
Honestly, Sam. I think I haven’t came THAT HARD since I got my wife pregnant.
He sat more firmly on my foot and just looked at me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. My face was probably of disbelief, I ain’t lying. I’ve NEVER experienced something like this before. Then he said 5 magic words: “I love your cock, Sir!”
I told him to get up and bring me another glass of water as I was trying to recompose myself. He came back with the water and kneeled and put his head down.
Sam. I had to take a few moments to admire that sight and make sense of what just happened.
You were completely right on every word you said. I could NEVER have a woman giving a treatment like that. Not treatment… Worship.
I told him to look at me and got close to him. As I reach for his face he threatened to flinch for a millisecond but I said “Don’t worry. I’m not giving you the 7th slap” instead I rubbed his head and told him I was really proud of him. And that he aced the one chance he had. I was so proud that I don’t think I’m letting Flavio getting near him again. He can’t appreciate a worship like that. This faggot is mine. As he always been.
Full disclosure: I warned Felipe that I thought Master Vinicius might be ready to use his throat, so he was able to have those Halls cough drops ready. LOL
Brothers, this is how we win every time. We submit completely to the awe and majesty of our straight Alphas and we worship them in ways that never ever occur to females. We blow their minds in addition to their cocks until there is no doubt in their minds that they need to keep using us.
Felipe went above and beyond in order to thoroughly satisfy Master Vinicius, leaving him with a feeling he’d never quite experienced so acutely before: God Alphahood.
And the most revelatory part: Master Vinicius was still STRAIGHT, but changed in the most extraordinary way. You see, his sexuality didn’t change … but he began his ascent to levels of power other straight Alpha deny themselves. What a shame!
But Master Vinicius wasn’t done! Just like any powerful Man who has achieved some intoxicating level of wealth and glory, Master Vinicius wanted to drink more from the wellspring of hierarchical power!
He ordered his faggot to write of their second encounter:
I got to serve Master Vinicius again! He called me saying he was almost done at the gym we have here, that he wanted me to go downstairs with a fresh towel for him. I immediately went down and he was leaving the gym, I gave him the towel and he told me to follow him to the elevator. When we got there he gave me back the towel and told me to sniff it as we were going up. He said his wife will be out for a couple of days and asked if I thought was fair that he had to release his stress by himself. I said of course not. And we got into his place.
He told me to make him his protein shake and load the washing machine with the laundry on the baskets from the master bathroom and the second bathroom. So I did. When I finished all of that he said I had the machine’s cycle time to suck him dry. He was still smelling from the gym. I CAN’T PUT INTO WORDS HOW GREAT HE SMELLED!!! I started sucking him and he kept telling me to say how great his cock is and how much I love it – like I needed an excuse to do that… He said he’s gonna use me all these days his wife is not around. Not to get my hopes up about him fucking… Yet. He said he does want to fuck me and is going to do it eventually, but I’ll know when he’s ready. I teared up a bit, not gonna lie. I felt very emotional. Then he shoved his cock way down my throat and gave me a head lock on my neck, I couldn’t move and barely breathe. And he got me like that as he finished his protein shake.
I got to suck his dick, lick his balls, his armpits, his chest… It was like I was given the gift of cleaning his sweat with my tongue. It felt AMAZING!
When he was just about to cum he told me to stop sucking and just stare at his cock and balls to see how a real man cums… And he came on his foot and made me to lick it clean. Sam… I’m not into feet AT ALL. But it felt A-MA-ZING!
By then the machine was done and he told me to hang up the clothes and do the dishes in sink while he had a shower. And that I was supposed to leave as soon as I finished it because he didn’t wanna see me when he left the shower. So I ran to do that and came back home.
Btw: as I was sucking him he prohibited me from jerking off (he knows I’m a gooner) and that I’m gonna know when I’m allowed to cum – but gave me no details about it, so I’m kind of in the dark. But I won’t question it. He knows what’s best for me.
Incredible!
We see so many elements in these encounters that I’ve discussed for years, natural laws straight Alphas understand and utilize when using a faggot (like denying Felipe masturbation while serving, or making Felipe lick his cum off his feet) because they come from the very heart of all straight Alphas. They all want the same worship, the same service, the same honor, respect, and awe.
And only faggots give straight Alphas exactly what they crave!
So once again, the hierarchical truth contained on this site has changed a life, this time a powerful straight God Alpha named Master Vinicius. And our world is better for it!
BUT WAIT: This is only PART ONE! Just wait until you hear what happened NEXT!
🎉 Congratulations to @GoodboyJaden, our Wednesday Featured Boy! He stood out, caught our attention, and earned the spotlight 😏
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🔵What does control mean to you in one sentence?
Giving up control is finding my freedom in giving up my power/autonomy.
🔵Is chastity part of your dynamic?
Yeah, chastity is an intermittent part of our dynamic, it’s more about ownership for my Dom. He chooses when I wear it, especially in public, since I can get out of it at home, we use it less there. Part of the expectations are that I am not to touch my dick. If broken I end up in chastity with my hands restrained until further notice.
🔵What rule do you never break in your dynamic?
The one rule we never break is that once an alloted amount of time is agreed upon, we stick to it. Dom adds rules during T.P.E, but I break those from time to time, because part of what I enjoy is being punished. 😅
🔵What’s the most important non-sexual part of your power exchange?
The most important non-sexual part of our power exchange is the emotional fulfillment and satisfaction it brings him and I. For example I know it brings him satisfaction that I sleep on the floor, collared to the frame, waiting on him. It brings me satisfaction that I’m safe, cared for, loved, and that my desired lifestyle is accepted and embraced.
🔵What’s one thing outsiders never understand about TPE?
Outsiders think it’s a 24/7 constantly sexual dynamic, with constant sessions and scenes, but that’s just not the reality of it. It’s the good days and bad days, and having a Dom that can easily read and adjust to you and vice versa.
🔵What happens when a rule is broken?
If it’s a rule that set during our dynamic, then I’m punished accordingly. If its the rule of stepping out of the dynamic, we don’t, if during our weekly “debrief” we need to take a break for whatever reason, we can but seldom does that ever happen.
🔵One word your partner would use to describe you.
The word he would use is : Spicy (both sexually and personality wise 😅)
🔵How long could you stay locked if your Dom decided today?
I could stay locked w/o a milking for at least a week. Dom and I haven’t come to the decision to do so yet, but we have been considering that I get a PA for long-term chastity so it’s inescapable.
🔵What makes you feel most owned , control, denial, rules, or rituals?
What makes me feel the most owned is the lack of control that I have, and that I surrendered it to him, part of that is the denial. He decides what restrictions are placed on me, what I can and can’t do with my body and with my time.
🔵What does obedience feel like emotionally, not sexually?
Obedience feels rewarding, and fulfilling. It’s acts of servitude/and being of service that can bring the most emotional fulfillment.
Join us on JFF. We have so many videos and pics of a real TPE relationship.
Despite the rough-and-tumble nature of this unwieldly online enterprise I’ve built here, I honestly do mean for it to be a safe space to explore hierarchical truth and engage with it in a meaningful way. I honestly wish I could much more, but I simply don’t have the time.
In the beginning, I primarily built this little educational/porn portal for faggots. I knew I what I lacked in terms of mentorship when I was a young faggot, so I wanted to be able to help lonely and lost faggots find peace and direction and, most of all, purpose. I didn’t want other faggots to be afraid the way I was often afraid, ashamed the way I used to be ashamed.
While I think I’ve done some good in that department (despite the lies and the hate that comes my way), it’s easy to feel like I’m howling into an empty void.
And then a beautiful letter like the following from a brother named Alec lifts me back up and helps me move forward! He wrote:
Hi Sam!
I hope Sam is correct maybe I should say faggot Sam or sam the faggot. Anywho I hope you are doing well.
My name’s Alec, another proud faggot reaching out to say hi
I’d been struggling pretty hard with being submissive. With my desires, with what really excites me, and with trying to stop fighting who I am. You know… the stuff I hear, smell, taste, and see with my eyes closed while jerking off to what I want and need. It was becoming clear it wasn’t going away, and that I was getting in my own way of being confident in myself and a few other things. So I did what any newly 18yr old does when he suddenly has the freedom on the internet, I creating a porn account on Bluesky and started watching porn jerking off even more.
I originally stumbled across your Bluesky about nine months ago, which led me to hierarchyuniversity.com. That happened right around the time I started trying to really learn, accept, and embrace my submissiveness. Between chatting with a few guys on Bluesky, reading some books (with many more still to go), and spending lots of time on your website, something finally started to click for me. I didn’t feel so alone with my want and needs.
Your writing helped more than I can really put into words. It’s helped me feel calmer, more grounded, and more accepting of myself. I’m finally getting to a place where I can say I’m a faggot proudly, admittedly even if that’s still mostly behind closed doors while guys use me. I’m even wearing a chastity cage almost full time now, only taking it off to go to the gym to work out, swim, shower, and shave everyday.
So I guess the main reason I’m writing is just to say thank you. Truly. Your work has made a real difference for me, and I appreciate you sharing not just your own thoughts and experiences, but those of so many others, so openly.
PS: If you don’t mind maybe i can write you again? With a couple questions or thoughts i like to get your opinion on? I know you are busy so i understand if you need to focus on everything else you are doing.
Hope life is treating you well, Alec
This letter is like water in the desert.
I am on year 11 of this site, and in that time I’ve written encyclopedias on the subject of hierarchy. I’ve written until my fingers practically bled, sacrificed countless hours in vain pursuits of accuracy and clarity on this subject. But nobody really knows all of that, the mammoth amount of work and emotional investment involved in this creation.
My real reward are moments like this, when I discover in one way or another that I’ve improved a life. Even just one life is enough.
So you can imagine what Alec’s sweet words mean to me.
So recently I went hunting right I needed something to do. I felt bored and I still had a deer tag left so I went hunting and I came across this beautiful deer, big ass antlers and then I’m trying to get a look at the head and then I realized it’s not a deer. It’s a man dressed up as a deer and then I look over and I see another guy dressed up as a deer
And I literally watched them fuck like animals in the woods in the snow and the entire time I kept thinking of myself God, I wish that was me and the one time I scope didn’t have the camera feature. I was kicking myself for that one otherwise I’d have a video for you to see.
And I watched them finish and I followed their tracks back to their cabin and when I walked up to the door and knocked, I saw a father and son there And without any preamble, I said I saw you guys as dear how are you guys were fucking in the woods I saw you knocked up your little faggot son over there Instead of being beet red, they said, do you see what you like? I gulp and I said yes, but it never went further than that, but I did tell them next time you guys want to fuck like animals please do it in the safety of your cabin here I almost shot you guys
And when I got back to my truck, I busted a nut in -38° weather so anyway, what are your take on furries Sam Are you one? I know I am and that would explain why I have an attraction for The DC comic character, killer croc
Thanks for the experience!
Well I’m glad you didn’t shoot anyone! No, I’m not a furry. I don’t really understand the kink, much like I don’t get a lot of performative stuff like pup play or the leather scene. It seems nonsensical.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of Felipe, a faggot from Brazil who is helping an Alpha friend Vinicius raise his young Alpha son. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The last time we had an update on the developing story of Felipe and his longtime friend and now Master Vinicius, Felipe had finally revealed his true identity as a faggot, and Master Vinicius dramatically took ownership of his former friend. As you might recall, Master Vinicius was willing to take ownership of Felipe as a domestic/worship faggot, but he had no interest in using Felipe sexually given that he’s a very straight, married Alpha with a young Alpha son.
So he had the idea to use Felipe that way, but turn over the sexual stuff to Master Flavio, the experienced straight Alpha who lives in his apartment complex.
I didn’t know much about Master Flavio, but incidental stuff I heard made me think he might be extreme. So when Master Vinicius told me of his plan, I got a little anxious for my brother Felipe. I also worried about what Master Vinicius might do if Master Flavio went too far.
So it wasn’t too long before Master Flavio decided to take advantage of Master Vinicius’s generosity.
Hi Sam. My head is melting…
I was on the couch watching TV and my front door opened… It was Master Flavio. He entered in a rush, told me Vinicius lent him the emergency key to my apartment because he wanted to celebrate their team’s win. He didn’t waste time, got me on all fours on the couch, shoved my head on the pillows, pulled down my pants, spat in my hole and he just started fucking me. I didn’t even have time to understand what the fuck was going on, my hole was hurting like crazy, I started crying a bit but he didn’t care. Luckily it was a quickie… Guess he had to come back home soon. Anyway. The fucking must had lasted about 10 minutes. At least he wasn’t taking it all out and shoving it back in one thrust like the last time. He was grunting, biting the back of my neck, he smelled like beers and sweat.
He said he was gonna breed me and I just kept asking him to breed me (it was hurting A LOT, I just wanted it to end, not gonna lie) and he started to say “Hold it! Hold it!” as he bred me… But kept saying “Hold it! Hold it!” even after he came. His dick was still inside me and as he told me to “Hold it” I felt my ass filling up – he was pissing inside my hole! I was trying HARD to hold it in… When he finished pissing he took his cock out, told me to keep my ass up and keep holding it. He went to the bathroom, washed his dick on the sink and came back to the living room. He put on his shorts and threw me 2 jerseys to wash – one of his and one from Vinicius. And then he left.
I ran to the toilet to let his piss and cum out of my hole. I don’t know how I found the strength to clinch my hole for that long in order not to make a mess and ruin my couch. I finished washing their jerseys and they’re drying out now.
Do I officially have two straight alphas to serve now? Because it was Vinicius who gave Flavio the key, so they both must have had an agreement. I’m still trying to make sense of what just happened today…
What happened was Master Flavio just tried to stake his claim on Felipe!
Master Flavio was just as I feared he might be, rapey and almost hateful. Of course, he went after Felipe with the intent to help Master Vinicius teach Felipe a lesson, but that didn’t make it any more comfortable.
I was somewhat mortified by Master Flavio pissing into Felipe’s ass. I’m so glad an Alpha has never decided to do that to me. Even though I really enjoy piss play quite a bit, there’s something distinctly uncomfortable and borderline messy about it. I really commend Felipe for yielding and handling it like a professional faggot.
Judging by Felipe’s response to the attack, I guess you could say he learned a lesson! I was just worried that was how Master Flavio would always use Felipe.
Hello, this is the same faggot from the previous question about my exposure. Could you give me some examples and guidance into what ways I can either get over this “fear” that I have about exposing myself to my friends, exes, and men in my family? It has genuinely been on my mind for years. I know I want and need this but I really need some guidance.
There really isn’t a magical formula for this, brother. You just need to gather yourself together and do it.
I encourage you to join my Discord server (link on LINKS page) where you will find other exposure faggots to talk to. If you want, I have the book “May I Serve You, Sir?” and the “Letter To An Alpha” (in the right sidebar) that you can give to Alphas and others that might help you explain to others what you are.
But you need to embrace the fact that this isn’t going away, and it’s time to fulfill your purpose.
I’ve noticed many alphas tend to request their faggots to swallow piss but isnt it unsafe? Would it be disobedient of a faggot to refuse to do it if they dont like the taste or are concerned about its safety? Why do alphas (and faggots) like it?
Thanks for the question, brother!
Some faggots have an issue with drinking an Alpha’s piss. I understand why, of course. After all, it’s a human waste product and often used for humiliation purposes.
A few things first: urine is largely considered to be STERILE. The only danger to drinking piss involves the Alpha having some sort of bacterial infection. Piss is almost entirely water filtered from the blood by the kidneys. Sometimes it barely has a taste/smell, while other times it can have a strong, bitter taste/smell (like if the Alpha’s been drinking alcohol, or eating certain foods).
In other words, drinking piss is most likely not ever going to hurt you … unless you drink so much that it gives you an upset stomach.
Alphas and faggots love piss in all forms because piss is used to mark territory like animals do, and triggers the same primal instinct in us. Alphas feel supremely powerful when they see a faggot kneeling and drinking their piss. For the faggot, there is a sense of bliss because we are worshiping everything our Master has to give.
I’ve been a lurker for quite sometime and haven’t messaged you before but I saw one of your posts around early November last year showing a white top and an Asian bottom with some very heavy white dominant race play. I am dealing with some natural desires that conflict with my own sense of morality and figured I would reach out for help. To give you context I am 6’7 240 cornfed Midwestern alpha that is a German, Irish, and Scandinavian mix and I crave the submission of weaker smaller men, nothing too surprising to you I am sure.
The problem is I also have a strong desire specifically to use and humiliate those of different races than me. It isn’t something I am proud of but it feels like an ingrained built in drive. In my day to day I believe in equality and treating everyone like an individual with respect regardless of their physical characteristics and would consider myself very liberal politically. But when I get horny and an Asian or black faggot is worshipping me I find we both naturally start spouting the most racist filthiest white supremacist things we can think of. I feel the need to conquer and colonize rushing in my blood like an ancestral urge and I just brutally take what is mine while humiliating and degrading the faggot while making them stroke my ego as well as my cock. Often a play scenario is I’ve finished conquering a village and knocking up its women and then I’m using the weaker faggot who couldn’t defend them as my musk rag and sexual relief toy. It feels so amazing to hear an Asian twink half my size beg for my “superior white babies” and “to colonize their inferior bloodline” But I feel extremely guilty after and know that I don’t actually believe those things I said. I never do it unless specifically asked for, but it is almost always asked for unprompted, especially by Asian faggots when we compare his clit to my cock. I even have had white and Jewish bottoms telling me how much better my BWC is than others.
I know your perspective as a white bottom is going to inherently make you biased towards being submissive to tops of other races and you know the pleasure that raceplay can bring especially towards alphas, but I would appreciate hearing your thoughts on how a white alpha should handle raceplay and if you’ve heard any perspectives from Asian or black bottoms who have done submissive raceplay. There are faggots and alphas in every race, so why is raceplay going both directions something that seems to be a natural ingrained guilty pleasure throughout the community, is it just the taboo nature of it all that makes it so thrilling?
Thank you for writing, Sir!
Race play is a weird kink in hierarchical play (and yes, I consider it to be hierarchical). As a young faggot serving black Alphas constantly, I encountered quite a few who would demand that I beg them to fuck me “with their big nigger dicks”, etc. This went against everything I believed in about race, and I must admit I don’t think I was particularly convincing while doing it (in fact, I was spanked for not being loud enough). I guess intellectually I understood why it was hot, but it just felt wrong to make derogatory comments like that about superior Men.
Of course, your case is quite different, Sir. You are a mountain of white superiority, and all people are inferior to you physically, if not in every way. I can see why you end up in those scenarios where faggots of certain races might want you to degrade them (or why you might want to). After all, you are an unrivaled physical specimen, so why not live out a fantasy with you?
I don’t think you should feel guilty for enjoying this, Sir. I think it’s just part of the overall power play element of hierarchy that everyone agrees is hot. What you’re doing is no different than an Alpha “raping” a faggot and then providing loving aftercare to it. Obviously the Alpha is not really a rapist, but he needed to express that level of aggression in the moment. The real Alpha is the one who comforts his faggot afterward.
Same with you. You’re obviously not a hateful racist or bigot, but in the moment you want to experience “full power” levels of aggression. It’s thrilling for you and your faggots, Sir. But afterward, you return to your true personality. And look at it this way: the very fact that it bothers you proves you are not a racist.
If we held the things said and done during the heat of sex against others, sex would never happen. Sex is supposed to release the animal within us, the primal urges you speak of, Sir. To deny ourselves that level of expression is to live a sexual life unfulfilled and ungratifying.
You of all people were born to take whatever you want. You should never live in a cage of societal or moral restrictions, Sir.
I’ve often discussed what I call the “Hierarchical Third Eye”, that ability Alphas in particular have to see the outward projection of a male and assess his true hierarchical standing hiding beneath. They see faggots almost at will once they develop this, and the true predators among Alphas know how to both spot them, but also capture them.
The reason why I know about this is because Alphas have been spotting me and taking me since I turned 17 and my first Alpha Roger claimed me. After Alpha Roger dismissed me for his future wife, I spent my college years (my “slut years” I sometimes mention) getting spotted and used constantly by campus Alphas. I’ve never had much of a poker face (yeah, there’s a joke to be made here, but I decline), so I’m easy to read. It didn’t matter anyway. I was never going to escape that Third Eye always scanning, always assessing.
I received a letter in my inbox from a brother who has had a similar trajectory to me in regards to this. Here’s what he said:
Hi Sam,
A fag reader here. I’m in my forties, and for most of my life—despite appearances—alphas have recognized me. Not through conversation or signaling, but instinctively. There has rarely been a need to talk. They seem to know before I do.
I’ve been stopped while walking—on ordinary streets, in cities far from anything resembling a scene. An alpha steps into my path, looks at me, gives a simple instruction. Once, he told me to come with him to his place. I did. There was no debate, no hesitation. I followed because it felt correct, settled, already decided. This has happened more than once, in different countries, across different years, and I’ve never been able to explain it—only experience it.
I’ve come to understand that alphas carry power that is recognized through bearing, not display. An alpha shows authority by being settled in himself: unhurried movement, direct but unforced eye contact, economy of speech, and a refusal to over-explain. He sets expectations without theatrics and follows through without escalation. That calm authority tells me he does not need submission to prove dominance; my submission is something he allows.
A fag like me recognizes this immediately because the dynamic is not about fear or pressure, but about gravity—the way an alpha’s presence organizes the space around him and gives it direction. I experience my role as attentiveness and readiness: restraint, awareness, and intentional yielding rather than performance or neediness. The alpha reads this not as weakness, but as fluency in submission.
I have never begged for an alpha. I have never chased one. And yet they seem to recognize, without being told, how deeply I understand—and how much I appreciate—their power.
Respectfully, A fag reader
This is a masterpiece of fag insight from someone who has clearly experienced it many times!
The most impactful part of this testimony is this paragraph here (and I’ll highlight the sentence that really grabbed me):
A fag like me recognizes this immediately because the dynamic is not about fear or pressure, but about gravity—the way an alpha’s presence organizes the space around him and gives it direction. I experience my role as attentiveness and readiness: restraint, awareness, and intentional yielding rather than performance or neediness. The alpha reads this not as weakness, but as fluency in submission.
I absolutely believe this underscores why I’ve been so successful with straight Alphas during my fag career. Rather than seeming needy or desperate, I carry myself as someone who is proud of being a faggot, not ashamed. This acknowledgement on my part tells the Alpha that it’s okay for him to take what he wants from me, because I have embraced my purpose.
Honestly, one of the biggest frustrations for straight Alphas is the fact that women refuse to accept their place. So when an Alpha sees a faggot so comfortable in submitting, this is much more of a turn-on than they ever expect.
Honestly, this is an incredible letter from my anonymous brother. If you’re out there, thank you!
Hello, I am new-ish to your page and site. I am a 23 year old sub. In the past year or so, I have been craving the ideas of being a cuck and being exposed to my friends, exes, and men in my family. I love humiliating and the idea of the people I love knowing that I am a complete beta male whose only purpose is to serve Alpha men. But deeper than that, I feel like I deserve this life, I deserve to be exposed and ruined. My question for you is how do I go about this? I have tried previously to message them and have always chickened out.
Thank you for writing!
Well, first of all, you’re not a beta male. You’re a faggot. This is an important distinction. You’re resisting calling yourself that, which is odd given that you like humiliation. But before anything else, you need to admit that and be able to express that openly.
As for the rest: stop chickening out. Embrace what you are and you become fearless. There are plenty of ways to do this, but first things first. You need to develop inner courage.
Long ago I had an idea for an app that would combine the Alpha/fag dynamic featured on this website with a way to meet each other and serve each other. At the time, my app idea was called WRSHIPR. I tried to get that idea off the ground with an attempt at crowdfunding, but crowdfunding sites rejected me and my large audience ignored it.
So I went “fuck it” and dropped it rather than press onward, mainly because I didn’t have the first clue how to build it (now such things can be built almost instantly with AI). Instead, I built the Hierarchy University Discord server, a global community full of even more features than my app would’ve tackled, and it has been a nice success.
But a Master and his faggot on that Discord server who have programming knowledge decided to create an app specifically for Masters who own (or want to own) faggots, an app that helps them track the progress of their faggots and even find new ones.
It’s called HELM!
WELCOME TO HELM
Here are the details from their press release, including a special offer exclusively for readers of this site!
I’m JD, faggot. My Master and I worked together to build SubmitList because we were tired of working on Telegram with messages and spreadsheets. There was no modern infrastructure for something else, so I built it. SubmitList gives Doms a command center called The Helm — assign tasks, set expectations, require photo/video proof, track completion, build recurring rituals. For subs, it’s structure made tangible. The work of submission gets the system it deserves. Privacy-first from the ground up. Communities coming soon — ways for groups like this one to connect and share within the platform.
For Hierarchy University:
Create a hierarchy for your D/s and subscribe from the Hierarchy settings menu. First 50 members: Code HIERARCHYWINS — FREE subscription After that: Code HIERARCHYWINS50 — 50% off Both codes good through end of February.
Check it out: https://submitlist.space/
I’m not dropping a link and disappearing. Let’s work together to build something that works. Happy to answer questions or take feedback.
Send thoughts, ideas, feedback to me at info@submitlist.space
This seems like the start of a pretty amazing app! It’s continuing to be developed daily as more features are added, but now would be a great time to join and take advantage of the discounts using those codenames listed above!
For faggots, the chance to find a Master that truly loves and cherishes us is rare, indeed. I have lost at least two such Masters in the past, relationships shattered by my own jealousy and pride. What a fool I was to lose such powerful straight Alphas over a simple failure to be obedient and treasure the rare gift they offered me!
Faggots fail this simple test far too often. It’s one of the many reasons why I started this site, to teach faggots the truth so they might learn to appreciate the opportunity to serve these greatest Men in whatever capacity and remain humble and grateful every day.
Little Loic was recently tempted by some female friends to rebel against his straight Master Jerome, but he eventually listened to me and gave up his virginity to his Master.
But Loic’s good outcome moved a faggot to write a mournful account of a time when he made the wrong choice. There is a lot of wisdom in this beautifully-written ode to a long-lost Master.
Hi Sam, I have just read the beautiful story of Loic surrendering to Jerome and would like to share my story as well. My English is not great, so my apologies if this letter is hard to read.
I am 32. When I was 23, I met a guy at college. He was also 23 and treated me really well. He had a dominant presence and was a natural leader. It took a few weeks for him to hit on me and ask me out for dinner. He treated me like his little princess, took me to the movies, then we went to a beautiful restaurant. He paid for my tickets, the restaurant, the wine, and everything else. He gave me a ride home and kissed my cheek, and didn’t even try to kiss my lips because at that point I was still confused about my sexuality. We went out for the movies two more times and in our third date I let him kiss me. He held my neck, touched my face very gently, but with a firm hand and we made out in his car. His hands were gentle but so firm that his kiss was telling me that there was only one Man in that car. I felt safe in his arms and at that moment I understood that I am a faggot, even though I knew nothing about hierarchy back then, and would never use a word like faggot to describe myself.
He was bisexual and had already fucked many girls, but had never been with a guy or faggot. I was a virgin, and he told me that he wanted me to be his first time with another man. I was very much influenced by my female friends, I did not have any friends with other faggots or straight Men, so all my references were female. Just like Loic, I had a WhatsApp group with them where we shared all our sexual experiences. When I talked about him to my friends, they said “don’t you let him fuck you before he asks you to be your boyfriend! Be difficult!” I followed what they said and told him that I would only suck his cock or let him fuck my virgin ass if we were boyfriends. He agreed, bought me flowers, and asked me to be his boyfriend. It was all very romantic and felt like a dream.
His dick was nice and thick but not too big to hurt me. He was very patient, used a lot of lube and even wore a condom when I asked him. Later I learned how rare it is to find an Alpha who agrees to wear a condom. He took my virginity as King takin ownership of what is his, and he came all over my belly, it felt amazing. But then I made a big mistake: after he came, I asked him if he was going to suck my dick for me to cum. He said no, but he spat on my dick and gave me a handjob while kissing me. I came on my belly and my cum mixed with his dry cum. I was covered in cum and tried to hug him. He said that he wanted to take a shower because he was not comfortable with all that cum touching his skin. We took a shower together, came back to his bedroom, I sucked his cock again and when he was getting close and asked me to take his load in my mouth, I said no and when he was getting close, I just jerked off his dick and he came on his own belly, his cum made a mess on his crotch, belly, and even on his balls. He said “come on baby, clean my cock now”. But instead of licking off his precious cum, I just took a tissue and cleaned him, and he went to take another shower while I waited in bed.
My first reaction was to text my friends. I said “girls, he fucked me!!” and they wanted to know everything about it. I said he was respectful and gentle, but then I said that he refused to suck me and he wanted me to clean his cum with my tongue. My three best friends said that he was toxic and that if he didn’t suck my dick I should not stay with him because he was no treating me the was I deserved. One of my friends had broken up with her boyfriend a month before because her ex wanted to fuck her ass and she broke up with him just because he wanted to! She said that it was “too much” and that her pussy deserved a man who knew how to enjoy it.
Anyway, I dated this wonderful Man for 6 months and he firmly stated that he loved me but would not suck my dick. It was a big no for him. And he was really sweet, he would say things like “baby, if you really want a blowjob, we can have a threesome, maybe find someone who will bottom for us at the same time, I want to see you happy” But I was so convinced that a man must suck my little clit that I broke up with the most amazing Alpha I have ever met after 6 months. And the worst part is that I felt really sad when I did it, but in my mind I was thinking that I was so powerful and empowered, while my friends reinforced how wonderful I was for breaking up with him.
He fucked me for 6 months, almost 10 years ago, but I can still feel the taste of his beautiful cock in my mouth. Last week, I was alone at a shopping mall and saw him after all these years. He was holding hands with a gorgeous boy, probably ten years younger than me. He is now 32 like me, and the sexy boy is probably in his early twenties. The boy had a beautiful smile on his face and my eternal Alpha was also laughing, having a good time. I felt happy for him, he deserves to be happy and be worshipped as the King he is. I am also happy for the boy, who seems to be a good submissive boy for him and now is owned by this extraordinary Man.
I know that I will be happy again one day. There are other great Men in the world and now I have the proper mindset to please an Alpha. However, the 10 years I lost will never come back again. I could have had a decade of happiness under the feet and in the arms of a King, but I lost him and I feel so embarrassed that the reason why I lost him is just because he did not want to put my pathetic little clit in his mouth. Even worse: he rimmed me really well, he used his tongue in my hole with all the experience he had with girls, so it felt amazing. But I was a stupid fag, now I need to deal with the consequence of my actions.
This is all to say that Loic is a beautiful young boy and deserves to be happy. So PLEASE BABY BROTHER, DO NOT LISTEN TO YOUR FEMALE FRIENDS! They do not say these things to ruin our lives, they are trying to help us. Talk to other faggots, talk to Alphas, talk to straight Men who do not use fags, but DO NOT ask women for sexual advise.
I am sure I will be happy again, but you can be happy right now, Loic.
We experienced faggots speak like ghosts, warning faggots of the future to avoid the mistakes we made. in the past. We share the scars on our hearts, scars made of regret and stupidity. And in those lonely moments, we remember the gentle power of the Men who once owned us.
And we cry.
Just like this unknown fag brother, I want nothing more than to spare my younger fag brothers the pain that we suffer. Trust me, the only way to avoid it is to be submissive, be grateful, and be humble. Serve your Masters with all of your hearts, because any deviation from that path could lead to catastrophic loss.
So cling to your Master the way a baby koala clings to its parent. Obey him, and thank him every day for his benevolent power. Only then can you have a life filled with hope and wonder at his feet, rather than looking up in desolation!
