Look at the way Master @ambroxios_back uses faggot throat!

It’s barely human to him. It’s a thing he uses to cum as many times as he wants.

That’s the privilege Alphas like him enjoy!

Look at the way Master @ambroxios_back uses faggot throat!

It’s barely human to him. It’s a thing he uses to cum as many times as he wants.

That’s the privilege Alphas like him enjoy!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

During my update on Master Anthony’s current situation and how he spent his 23rd birthday with his faggot Fabien, Master Anthony tossed off a hint about how he was in the process pf enslaving a teacher in one of his college classes.

Now, to Master Anthony such an occurrence is no big deal. It’s literally what happens with him every day of his blessed life. This teacher is only a few years older than Master Anthony, but Master Anthony’s God Alpha power doesn’t recognize age or position. It only knows conquering and dominance and glory.

Here is Master Anthony’s latest conquest:

OK I’m going to tell you my story with that teaching assistant, cause it’s becoming really good 😉 The guy is named Daniel, he’s a new teacher in his late twenties who recently got his PhD and whom I see every Monday in a small advanced class.

To make everything clear, I should point out that in France (I don’t know how it is elsewhere), students address the teaching assistants formally, calling them Sir, while they call us by our first names, and both sides use the formal “vouvoiement” form of address (rather than the informal “tutoiement“).

From the beginning of the year with Daniel, we developed a special relationship because I am his best student (obviously) and he soon had a soft spot for me. He often praises me in front of everyone in class, speaks kindly to me and such. Often in class, I take off my shoes to be comfortable just wearing socks, or put my feet up on the empty chair in front of me. Daniel never said anything to me, and I even noticed him sometimes glancing interestedly at me and my feet.

One day, when he asked us to hand in an assignment by the following week, I interrupted him to say, “I’ll hand it in the week after that, it’s more convenient for me.” He smiled and replied, “Okay, fine, as a special exception, because it’s you!” When I gave him my homework two weeks later, he repeated, “I made an exception for you this once, okay?” I beamed and said “Yeah, cause I’m exceptional!” “Sure thing!” he friendly answered.

In December, as the holidays approached, I went to see him alone at the end of class. I said, “Well done on your classes, Daniel, you’re a very good teacher, we learn a lot with you.” I could see that he was a little surprised that I used his first name, but he didn’t mention it. He was obviously delighted by my praise. “Thank you, Anthony! It’s easier with a brilliant student like you!” I told him that I would like to explore a particular topic in more depth, that I wanted to send him an additional essay for him to evaluate and help me improve, and of course he agreed. The following week, at the beginning of class, I said to him “I will email you my essay today. I want your feedback before the weekend, without fail!” He chuckled and nodded. He emailed back the very next day: “Here it is as requested. No fail! ;)”

When classes resumed in January, I went to see him at the end of class to ask him if he wanted to go for a drink. But this time, not only did I call him by his first name, I also used the informal tutoiement. After a second of surprise, he replied, “If you want, with pleasure!”, using tutoiement to me too. So I said to him, kindly but firmly, “I didn’t give you permission to say “tu” to me.” Then, with an uneasy chuckle, he jokingly said “Well, sorry, Sir“. So we had a drink in a bar not far from the university, and this time we were both using our first names… but I was using the informal “tu” form with him, and he was using the formal “vous” form with me! I was already relishing this reversal of power. I praised him genuinely, as I praise my underlings when they do a good job and satisfy me. “You’re a very good teacher. You’re going to help me to succeed.” “I’m very glad of it! That’s my purpose. To help a promising young man like you.” He spontaneously paid for my drink.

The following week, in class, while he was going over instructions that I already knew, I was talking to my classmate next to me. Daniel called out to me, “Hey, keep quiet in class, boys!” I stopped talking, but I glared at him throughout the rest of the class, and I could see that he was uncomfortable. At the end of class, I took my time leaving, and when we were alone, he came over to me. He said “Hey Anthony, sorry about…” I interrupted him. “Don’t talk to me like that ever again. Understood?” I could see he was startled and uneasy, but he did not protest, he quietly nodded. I patted him on the shoulder. “No hard feeling. See you next time.” The week after, I talked over him in class several times, and he didn’t say anything. I asked him out for a drink after class again. He was clearly delighted and relieved to be back in my good graces. And once again, he paid for my drink.

The latest twist: yesterday, after class, we walked together for a bit. I discreetly managed to undo my boot laces by stepping on them. As we were about to ways, I said to him “Hey, my bootlaces are undone! Tie them back up.” He was very confused. “What?” “You heard me perfectly well.” I said coolly. He stared at me for a moment, while I stood motionless and stern, then he looked around, slowly knelt down, and re-tied my bootlaces. He stood up and didn’t dare look me in the eye again! I said to him, “Good boy. See you next Monday!”

Here’s the situation right now! 😀 I must say, that’s even funnier that dominating my classmates and other boys my age. I feel like a cat playing with his prey! I really look forward to see Daniel next week!

Can you see how brilliantly Master Anthony captured Daniel? He started with testing Daniel with his feet, and then ramping up the tease with increasingly more brazen power plays until Daniel is likely too confused to even respond.

This is how it happens when a God Alpha recognizes a faggot-in-hiding that he wants to use in some way. He flushes the faggot out of its hiding place and then hunts it down! This is pure animal instinct.

I followed up by asking Master Anthony if he knew Daniel was a faggot from the beginning, and if he planned to fuck and breed Daniel eventually. He answered this way:

I didn’t immediately identify him as a faggot, but his quick and obvious admiration for me and his willingness to bend over backwards for my convenience quickly aroused my dominant instinct 😀 I wanted to test him out, and each time, I felt the impulse to go a little further. I’m absolutely enjoying the play, it reminds me of how Fabien slowly realized he belonged at my feet! LOL I intend of course to go as far as I can and I definitely will cum into Daniel at the end!

That is what we faggots are to Alphas like Master Anthony: playthings.

But playthings in the hands of a developing God Alpha like Master Anthony are safe … and cherished.

Daniel is about to find this out!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

You can access PART ONE of this series by CLICKING HERE.

Master Jase is not simply a God Alpha with impressive physical attributes (huge dick, bodybuilder musculature, and raging dominance), but he also possesses the mind of a scientist or skilled surgeon. His depth of understanding of hierarchy is as deep and as studied as anyone I’ve ever known. My consultations with him on the subject are deep and rich and infinitely rewarding.

Master Jase recently gave me a rare first class opportunity to peer into his mind and thought process as he extensively mapped out and executed a plan to mentor a young bisexual Alpha named Jake on how to cunt and own faggots.

In the first part we were introduced to Alpha Jake and his older faggot brother Tyler. Master Jase set up some of what was to come, but here we start to see Master Jase’s masterplan really take shape.

Update on training Jake as an emerging alpha and Tyler to be a well-cunted and trained fag. There is a routine whenever I visit. Jake has been present every session. He greets me by kneeling down, pulling out my god cock, and kissing the tip before worshipping and making love to my cock and balls.

Make no mistake, fag. Jake is still an alpha, and has the build, confidence, and quiet, masculine power you couldn’t fathom. Yet he knows his place as he leans his face against the immense weight of my cock dwarfing his face. Looking up at me with admiration and awe.

I won’t lie, fag. I have a deep urge to take over, grip him as I would my submissives, and reshape him sexually, but I resist. I know that day won’t be far where he, an alpha confident in his own ways, recognises the need and yearning to submit to his superior alpha.

Tyler, the faggot brother, is always by the side. I see the mixture of envy, disbelief, but above all, desire as he watches his younger brother surrender himself to my domination. I see how he bounces and twitches and flexes his back and body, as if imagining that it was his pussy and his mouth my massive cock was pillaging.
When I deem Jake’s worship to be satisfactory, I hold Jake’s head still. He knows and gives me cock one final lick or kiss before standing up, and he always looks beautiful with his untrained, sore lips smeared in my pre, his spit and tears. His service over, I allow him to pull out his own cock.

We sit where we want, and I ask Jake about his feelings, answer questions, teach more about domination and submission or discuss different aspects of alphahood. The fag is acknowledged for the first time, as I order and gesture him to serve. We talk, and the slut sucks my toes, kisses and massages my leg muscles, gags and chokes himself on my cock, breathes deep under my heavy balls.

As of now, Jake is still exploring his own alphahood. He has leanings towards findom that I do not, he admires my brutality but knows that he cannot match me. I assured him that every alpha is unique and that surely his current sluts love how he controls them. You should see how proud he gets as he describes how he sexually and emotionally rules over his fags.

Jake is not uncomfortable seeing his brother serve me as we talk. In fact, he seems to revel in it with each visit. I told him not to touch his cock, but with the way his cock bounces, leaks, and visibly gets harder, I can tell he is very much into seeing his slut bro being used.

He is still banned from sexually using his brother. I know from our talks that he still admires his brother, but is now overlapping the fag imagery of his slut brother over that of the powerful built idol he remembers. At times, I turn Tyler so his pussy faces Jake, and I tell Jake to play with the plug that his fag bro uses to warm up his insides for my cock. One day, I will allow Jake to use and fuck his faggot brother. I am training Tyler for that day. But not yet.

I know it gives both Jake and the faggot a thrill when I end the discussion and haul up the fag’s massive muscled body with ease and carry him like a prize trophy into his room. One time, I directly thrust my giant cock into his pussy and carried him to his room, mounted and stuffed while he moaned and squirmed in my arms.

The cunting always last multiple hours. I am brutality, aggression, power, dominance. I do not muffle the fierce rutting, ensuring that Jake hears every second of the vigorous cunting. Recently I allowed to kneel at the doorway as I expertly fuck his once powerful brother. When I am done reducing the fag into a limp, ruined, gaping and seed-filled mess, before I leave, Jake again kisses and tastes my cock that had just dominated and savagely churned out his faggot brother.

Two days ago, Jake surprised me by having one of the guys he fucks at ready, next to his fag bro. Jake worships me nonetheless, but when we talk, he learns from me and has his own fag serving and worshiping his cock. He watches as we talk, mimicking me when I fuck his fag bro’s throat mercilessly, controlling the fag’s head to give him breath while making him breathe in my musk, smacking his fag’s face with his cock as I do, complimenting and commanding his fag when I call Tyler a ‘good boy’ or ‘suck harder bitch’, etc.

I could tell he had to ease off before he cums, when he would hold his fag’s head still and pant, but he had good control and lasted through our talk. I was impressed with how far he came, and with the look in his fag’s eyes and his noises, his fag was very appreciative of the more dominant nature of his master.

Cunting Tyler was even more virile, as I was pumped from witnessing the growth of Jake learning to use his fag. Slamming and crushing his body with my immense strength, jackhammering his reshaped pussy and breeding its gaped and ruined insides. As I use his dazed face to clean my cock, I hear from outside the distinct sounds of a cock rutting inside a pussy and the whimpering responses of a fag being well-fucked.

Jake doesn’t have my stamina or strength. I am incomparable in that regard. Nevertheless, he was able to continually fuck his own fag with breaks, no doubt spurred on by what he hears and knows happens in his brother’s room.

After I finish that session’s cunting and leave my fag blacked out, I exit and hear the squishing melody of lips servicing cock. Jake is spearing his fag’s throat, and as he sees me, still keeping his cock in his fag’s throat, bends down slightly and take my cock in his mouth. Just as routine.

I ruffle his hair, calling him my good boy. He moans around my cock in reply and thanks. I pulled his head up to meet my eyes with his and told him that next time, I’ll teach him how to cunt his fag. I’ve told him about it, but never demonstrated. I could see and sense Jake instantly relieving another load into his fag’s throat from the thought.

That will happen in two days time. I am eager to share with Jake the thrill and virility an alpha feels when he cunts a fag into that incomprehensible state of bliss all you faggots crave and desire.

This second phase of Master Jase’s plan to groom young Master Jake and teach him about the power of cunting is where things get really interesting. It’s a methodical approach, with each step used to help Master Jake accept and embrace the natural power he actually has!

I love that Master Jake was able to witness a true God Alpha at work. It helps him understand just how far he can really push fags in order to fulfill both himself and them. It reveals exactly what fags need in order to be obedient and centered.

But this is only the start. In the next part, Master Jase makes his next dramatic move with Master Jase that will teach Master Jake what cunting does within an Alpha hierarchy!

PART THREE COMING SOON!

I wanted to express my opinion about the question you previously had about Gay VS Straight Alphas, and what type of Alphas was the more superior one.

In my humble opinion, the belief that Straight Alphas are superior to Gay Alphas is total utter bullshit, and quite frankly disrespectful to any Gay Alpha. To me, that belief stems from internalized homophobia about oneself, and eroticizes heterosexuality in a way that is completely separate from serving Alphas. Because someone thinks heterosexuality is “normal”, the homosexuality is deviant and abnormal, therefore inferior to heterosexual males. Which is again, bullshit.

I’ve seen comments saying Gay Alphas were inherently inferior because they had skin in the game, they had attraction to men, and could get attracted to Straight men too, meaning they were superior. The truth is, an Alpha sees getting served by a faggot completely separate from feelings or love. It has nothing to do with attraction, it is simply is innate right to be served and worshipped.

Faggots thinking Gay Alphas are inferior to Straight Alphas are simply bootlickers, and are disrespectful as a whole towards ALL alphas, just by questioning the alphahood of a certain subtype of Alphas.

Service isn’t about sexuality or attraction, it’s about DOMINANCE.

This is in response to THIS QUESTION.

This topic has uncorked a torrent of responses since I published it a few days ago. I get all of the arguments, and I definitely understand yours.

I won’t add more to the fire right now, other than I’m more inclined toward your position (as I have been for many years), but the discussion will go on. I have more to publish on this, and will likely be my next podcast episode.

BTW: calling faggots “bootlickers” is almost redundant. LOL

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Hello Sam I’m after some advice.

I’m a 38 year old born faggot. I’ve always been submissive and always known my purpose was to serve alpha men. Gods that were put on this off for me to serve.

I’ve severed men all my life. I have been wearing Chastity since I was a teen and I have been owned by some of the most superior alpha gods – man and boys. However over the last couple of years things have slowed down. I am still very eager to serve and although I’m an experienced faggot I always believe each alpha owner can teach you something new. So why are alphas no longer interest in me? Do faggots like me have a shelf life?

I have so much service left in me and am keen to obey as I always have. What can I do to keep alpha men interested in an experienced faggot.

Thank you for the question!

You’ve hit on one of the most frustrating truths about being a faggot. Sadly, it’s true: faggots DO have a shelf life.

Now, when I say that, I’m only referring to sexually. Obviously, as a faggot ages it becomes less attractive sexually to Alphas, especially given that Men and Alpha are notorious hunters of young, fresh meat. However, how soon that expiration date arrives is entirely within the faggot’s control. Obviously, a paunchy (or fat), balding faggot with bad teeth and eye bags (or other physical defects of aging) can be mitigated if the faggot takes care of itself, right?

Another more insidious effect of aging is a loss of confidence on the part of a faggot. Every successful faggot I’ve ever known has a bit of confidence and self-worth attached to themselves, which in turn attracts high-quality Alphas eager for servants to reflect well on them. But if a faggot loses that confidence (due to insecurities from aging), Alphas can sense that and be less interested.

Now brother, I don’t anything about your situation, but I can tell you that 38 is too young to be experiencing this issue. So be honest with yourself: how do you really look? Have you let yourself go? Have there been other physical issues?

The good news is that older, aging faggots can still be quite useful domestically and for worship sessions. You might remember an inspirational story about a wonderful older faggot in his sixties named Chadwick who recognized his diminished physical appeal and turned himself into a popular nation-wide domestic faggot. You can read that thread by CLICKING HERE. That is the ultimate answer for aging faggots.

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This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 23-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a long time since I’ve heard directly from Master Anthony, the French God Alpha and owner of my little brother Fabien. Over the last year or so Master Anthony has been enjoying his superior life in the best ways possible, traveling to various countries with his Alpha pack and stable of faggots in tow. He’s fucked countless females and bred fags too many times to track. It’s all a typical part of “Alpha ascension”.

Master Anthony just turned 23 years old the other day. Imagine being 23 years old and essentially worshiped everywhere you go! A faggot like me can’t even imagine it! Meanwhile, a 23rd birthday is just another day in a glorious like few Men can comprehend.

But my little brother Fabien wasn’t about to let Master’s special day pass without once more going above and beyond to please him!

Hey boy

A few news about my life, as I know you love it ! Last week was my 23th birthday. My slave had prepared a nice surprise for me. He had contacted several of my other stooges (from college or elsewhere) and of my bros’ servants (I think you know some of them, Clément and Basile). When I came out of my room, irritated that my house slave hadn’t brought me my breakfast, I found myself surrounded by fifteen boys kneeling in the living room! They all shouted, “GLORY AND HONOR TO MASTER ANTHONY, GOD AMONG MEN!” and bowed down! It was so funny!  I walked past each of them to let them kiss my feet, and I distinguished some of them by putting my foot or hand on their heads. And Fabien sucked my cock in front of everyone! The envy on the faces of the others, OMG!

Of course, all those little whores were throat- and ass-fucked by me and my friends during our party all afternoon and evening! My best mate Henri wanted to throw my birthday party at his house (he lives in a house with his parents, who were away last weekend). It was super fun! There were a few beta boys from college, one of whom came with his girlfriend. He had to lick my feet while I kissed the girl and then while she sucked me off! I loved it! It feels so good to humiliate straight guys and make them accept my superiority! I can still see myself slumped in the chair, with Fabien massaging my back, the pretty girl’s mouth around my cock, and her “boyfriend” on the ground licking my toes! SO GOOD!

And Fabien is still as flawless as ever. He’s been bulking up lately, at my request. I decided to have him do workout and not just accompany me to the gym. He’s already good-looking, but I want a more muscular slave. I think it reflects well on me, and I feel powerful dominating a very masculine slave. Sometimes I randomly order him to do push-ups, and I count! I place my foot so that he kisses it with each push-up. I know it motivates him! LOL

Next time maybe I’ll tell you how I’m subduing a teaching assistant at the university! LOL Bye, fag!

I love how Fabien came up with the idea of surprising his Master by using a naturally-occurring resource within their circle: a stable of faggots! Having them all kneeling in submission to Master Anthony when he woke up was genius! How on earth can Master Anthony think of himself as anything other than a God Alpha given these kinds of displays of loyal worship?

Of course, I’ve long maintained that Alpha ascension really doesn’t happen without the assistance of a great faggot. This is especially true with straight Alphas like Master Anthony. A great faggot serves without issue, always loyal and forward-thinking, and cherishes even the smallest opportunities to please its Owner.

That describes Fabien perfectly. Unlike many selfish fags, Fabien gladly shares his Master with other faggots (even teaching them how to serve him!), or serving humbly as Master uses females for pleasure. Fabien does all of this work full of joy and appreciation, but also free of jealousy. That’s a huge trick few faggots pull off!

I love the detail Master Anthony added at the end about transforming Fabien’s body. That shows Master Anthony is taking a vested interest in creating a faggot that reflects his own superiority. After all, a God Alpha shouldn’t be served by unappealing faggots, right?

Master Anthony is one of my favorite Alphas because he approaches his superiority casually and seems to truly love owning faggots as part of his growing kingdom. It’s such a privilege to be a part of that kingdom!

Thank you, Master Anthony!

Master @alphapitter is very involved in the training of his faggots. Here he uses piss as a way to train one of them.

As the title suggest, I think the Super Bowl is a good thing for faggots because during the show I was invited to the party and there were two stray guys that we knew and one that I didn’t and two other fellow fags and one thing we all notice was the guys were naked semi hard all the time we were told to stay between their legs all the time I got the new guy reason why is because I was told he was really rough and during the halftime shows we would be forced to slobber and serve those cocks. Of course, I made a mistake of looking at my master for once and he smacked me hard across the face and told me not to look in my eyes fag Now I see why I got stuck with the new guy

Anyway, his team started losing and he got pissed really pissed and instead of letting him yell yelling scream always said was when you’re pissed off come fuck the faggot He did and I won’t lie I kind of liked how he hit me how he made me feel like I was worthless and we both came pretty hard, hands-free orgasm. Imagine that.

Anyway, do you think the Super Bowl is a good thing for us fags because we get to be put to use Sam for a long time I used to think that you were wrong about us and now I’m trying to realize I was wrong. I enjoy getting used I enjoy being pissed on. I enjoy just almost all of it.

Thanks for the question!

Yes, of course the Super Bowl (or any other Alpha-oriented gathering) is great for faggots. Even if we aren’t used sexually, it’s still wonderful to be able to be useful in times like that.

Speaking of which, I was at a huge bar watching the game with a large group, and my black straight Alpha friend Matt actually let his wife and kids go home. When I asked him why, he said he didn’t need her there to serve him when I’m there to do it. So that’s what I did, getting his drinks and food, cleaning up after him, etc.

We have our uses!

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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!

Recently I’ve been receiving intelligent, post-like missives from a 40-something faggot who, like me, has experienced so much as a faggot that he’s formulated quite a few thoughts and theories on hierarchy. While I have yet to meet this faggot, his contributions are notable-enough to be pulled together into a column on the site. You can access all of them in the link above.

And before I start, I just want to give a little catty side-eye to the name the faggot gave himself. “Mr. Fag” sounds way too much like an oxymoron to be believed. However, I’m leaving it as is.

So after Mister Fag’s last well-received post about the Hierarchical Third Eye (CLICK HERE), he’s returned to discuss the important subject of self-actualization as a faggot.

Hi Sam,

This is Mr. Fag, the one who wrote you about the ability of Alphas recognizing fags. Building on my last note regarding the instinct of recognition—I want to be precise about the mechanics. After decades of navigating this, it has become clear to me that the height of an Alpha’s experience is entirely dependent on the quality of the man kneeling beneath him.

Being a faggot is not a lapse in character; it is a specialized calling. For those of us wired this way, it is the only path to total alignment. But the foundation of that alignment is a paradox: absolute self-command.

A seasoned faggot does not come to an Alpha as a broken thing seeking to be fixed. He arrives as a finished product. He owns his truth without apology. He maintains his body, his finances, and his mind with professional rigor—not out of ego, but because a high-performance engine requires a clean vessel. He builds himself up specifically so he has more to surrender. He hones his value so that when he offers it up, the sacrifice actually means something.

This isn’t submission born of weakness; it’s submission born of power. By embracing this role without the friction of shame, you hand an Alpha the ultimate gift: undiluted proof of his own gravity.

A real Alpha—a man truly at the top of the hierarchy—has no interest in a self-loathing mess. That is a liability, not a devotee. He wants the man who is confident in his inferiority. He wants the fag who can look him in the eye and articulate exactly why he belongs at his feet. When a self-respecting man drops to his knees and says, “Use me because you deserve it,” the Alpha’s superiority is no longer a theory—it becomes a lived reality. It is intoxicating because it is earned.

The dynamic is a virtuous cycle:

• Self-maintenance enables superior service.
• Superior service earns total dominance.
• Total dominance provides the clarity of subspace.
• Clarity reinforces the identity.

For the seasoned faggot, this isn’t a demotion. It is a mastery of place. We don’t fight nature; we facilitate it. We provide the mirror in which a true Alpha finally sees the full scale of his own power.

I’ve stopped looking for permission. I simply answer the calling. I thought this perspective on the “dignity of the depths” might interest you.

Respectfully,

Mr. Fag

I’ve often discussed (in sometimes brutal terms) the importance of faggots to maintain themselves to the best of their abilities for the very reason discussed above. I’m glad my brother articulated it so well.

Any truly high-quality Alpha with even a modicum of self-respect (and believe me, they have more than just a little of it) wants to be served by the highest-quality fags. After all, a faggot (like a female) decorates an Alpha’s life and is a reflection of his glory. Overweight, insecure, self-loathing abuse faggots are not owned by high-quality Alphas unless that fag has a lot of money (which is a rare combination).

So be honest with what you see in the mirror and what kind of Alpha you dream to serve. Start presenting yourself in a way that would make an Alpha proud to own you!

Thanks to “Mr. Fag” for this contribution!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling a gay marriage that has blossomed into a hierarchical union between a faggot named Dean and his husband. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I think Dean the faggot and his (now) husband/Master is the first time I’ve chronicled a former couple reorganize themselves into a proper Alpha/faggot dynamic in real time. Typically I enter at some point after it’s happened, or still needs to happen.

This is good because we can observe the shifting dynamics and see the adjustments happen “live” so we can learn what must occur to make a successful, healthy transition.

Dean has done an excellent job so far in surrendering to the released power of his Alpha husband. There was never any doubt about where this was eventually headed, but it happened quicker than I thought due to unexpected help from Master’s work mates.

Hi Sam,

It’s Dean, the married faggot. You have been posting my story in this thread: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/category/fag-dean-married/?order=asc

I wanted to update you about everything that happened this month. Since my Master-Husband caged me I have been very obedient and respectful of the rules he set for me. Having only my pussy as a sexual organ has improved our sex, as I am not concerned anymore with touching my dicklet and I can fully focus on his needs.

My Master-Husband has also became more confident in acknowledging his role in public. He was out for some drinks with some of his straight work colleagues, and when talking about their partners, he shared that I started serving him. He told me that they were all drunk but that he was surprised how none of the other guys were shocked. One of them actually said: “I never understood how it worked without a woman, happy to hear that you lost a husband but gained a wife”. Some days later, another of the straight colleagues that were in that conversation told him that he wanted to talk in private and revealed that he is a straight Alpha owning several faggots. My Master-Husband was delighted to have someone to share knowledge with and asked him if he could send one of his most experienced faggots to our home to teach me how to be the perfect slave.

This is how I met Ryan, a faggot in his thirties with a mullet, plumpy lips and a very feminine body. He came home one weekend to teach me some tricks: positions to practice my arch, resting poses that show my submission while keeping my pussy accessible, ways to greet alphas…

Ryan was incredibly patient with me and his advice was very helpful but at the same time it also made me feel a bit insecure. I could see that my Master-Husband was eating him with his eyes. He often stepped in during the training so that both Ryan and me could practice our positions in front of him and licked his mouth several times looking at Ryan.

It was such an obvious situation that we talked about it immediately after Ryan left. He said that we were no longer in a traditional marriage and that although I would always be his husband, it’s in his nature to have more than one faggot and it would happen eventually. I agreed. He added that Ryan was owned by his friend but that he had said that he could use it sometimes to get a taste of the full hierarchy experience.

From reading the experiences of other faggots on your website I knew that this moment would come sooner or later but now that it’s happening I can’t help feeling scared… Although I know that in the long term it will be beneficial for our relationship.

Love,

Dean

First of all, how awesome is it that Dean’s Master-husband found Alphas at work who were totally supportive of his move with Dean? Even better, he found a straight Alpha who also owned faggots! That helps!

(And let this be yet another reminder that straight Alphas own/use faggots much more than anyone realizes!)

As far as this uncomfortable situation with the faggot Ryan, I’m sure Dean might’ve preferred something a little different (especially the way Ryan seemed to be leering). However, I look at it as the equivalent of tearing off a Band-Aid. We all know it’s coming, so just get it over with.

I applaud Dean’s Master for being so bluntly honest about everything. That’s how I know (and Dean should know) everything’s going to be alright. This expansion of Master’s power is natural and necessary, and as his faggot Dean should be thankful. Every faggot wants to see their Master grow stronger.

Honestly, adding more faggots only makes Dean’s position better. I know that sounds counter-intuitive, but it’s true. The more fags there are, the more the Master appreciates his first fag. You can ask Fabien about that, for example.

I’m so grateful to Dean for sharing this development! I hope his Master gets to read this and appreciate what a good boy he owns!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Cunting is an integral tool Alphas use to finalize their ownership of their faggots. It puts an exclamation point on the end of the takeover process, firmly and finally cementing the roles between Alpha and faggot. Once a faggot is cunted, there is no longer any questions about ownership or who wields the power in the dynamic.

But what about an Alpha cunting an Alpha? Does it work the same?

I’ve certainly covered Alphas breeding Alphas. From Master Chad breeding virtually every Alpha on Hierarchy Island to Master Lorenzo’s breeding of Master Jose, there have been quite a few examples laid out of both the events themselves as well as the aftereffects.

But cunting isn’t the same as breeding. It’s more intense, more humbling, and more vulnerable than what Alphas typically experience. And to my knowledge, I’ve never heard of an Alpha cunting another Alpha before, but I guess it never crossed my mind.

It also never crossed my mind that cunting could be used in Alpha mentorship. Of course, a God Alpha like Master Jase does think in those terms, which is why I wasn’t terribly surprised when Master Jase opened this conversation:

A responsibility of an alpha that I believe in is nurturing not just fags and sluts in their roles, but potential other Alphas. I feel like it is not a talked often point. The past couple weeks, I have had the pleasure of starting to shape and guide a young Alpha. But I do have a question of my own at the end of this.

A recent fag of mine is a military man. Let’s call him Tyler. Tall, muscled, oozes masculine energy, all that strength was turned into one of subservience by my raw power and dominance. I easily subjugated him both in strength and sex, twisting his arms while I buried his face in my crotch, stepping on his face as he laid wasted on the ground, making him take my massive cock down his throat and powerfully breaking his hole into a reshaped cunt for my cock and seed.

It’s been a couple months, and Tyler, while making good progress, has still yet to take all of my god cock inside him. During this New Years, he beggingly asked if I could train him harder so he’ll able to take me completely. There was no better place than his own home, and I’ve been ravaging him every three days and wasting him.

Last week, Tyler told me that his younger brother would be staying with him, and asked if that would trouble me. I told him that serving me was what should be most important on his mind, regardless of whether his brother was around. That he shouldn’t be tense about letting his younger brother know he was a slut to a superior man.

I met his younger brother one night after I had fucked Tyler into a wasted, bred mess. Jake was his name. I appraised him as he did me, and a sense came over me that he was more commanding than he appeared to be. That was he was more of a leader than the fag I had just finished ruining. I only nodded at him and him me before I left.

The next time, Jake was there from start to end of when I was using Tyler. He was the first to ask me, “So you’re the guy who made my brother into a cock slut.” He said that Tyler had come clean to him that he was a bottom and sub. That he didn’t expect his military brother to be a slut. I asked him if that was a problem, and he said no, and telling me, “I’ve fucked guys and girls myself.”

At that point I think I felt the sense that he was also an alpha. I sat down and we talked. He told me about how he got off on commanding both guys and girls to suck and worship him. How he took control in his friendship group and led events and ideas. How he felt right being the one to order people around.

In return, I told him about alphahood. About the differences between him and other men, that there were levels to masculine dominance and power. That it was his right to own and rule over others, but that he had duties and responsibilities for the care and treatment of his sluts.

It was no question that I was still superior to Jake. Through our conversation, he slowly got more hard. I told him to strip, and at first he resisted, but I stood, staring at him, and he obeyed. I taught him his first lesson that there was hierarchy even between alphas. The first was a cock comparison; he was shocked that I outsized him by a significant amount.

The second was when he made a comment that he “never thought an Asian could fuck other men”. To that, I told him to kneel. And told him that alphas come in all shapes and sizes, and that he should never make assumptions. I then told him to kiss my cock that had just finished seeding his brother. He was hesitant at first, but as I stood over him, he slowly did. I then let him sit back next to me, but I kept my cock out of my shorts while he was completely naked, a physical sign that I was the dominant one and in control.

I then told him that he and Tyler could talk about the differences between themselves. How they individually feel around other men, how they view control, and the difference in his thought process compared to his fag brother’s. He was a bit iffy about me calling his brother a fag, but I told him, for men like Tyler, there was no greater compliment than calling him a good fag.

Before I left, I also told him that he was not allowed to physically touch Tyler without my permission. That I would be back in a couple days to teach him more.

My question to you, fag Sam. Do you think it would be a good idea to slowly teach Jake about alphahood by using his brother as a fag example? By that, I mean dominating his brother in front of him. Verbally, mentally, and physically. Showing all sides of my aggressive and brutal alphahood to Jake by using his fag brother. I have a certain thrill from thinking of doing so, but I would like a second opinion as to whether it would be appropriate.

Of course I agreed that Master Jase should do all of those things in order to teach Alpha Jake about these intimate truths both about his brother as well as himself (as if I would ever argue with Master Jase about anything!).

So Master Jase began to formulate a training plan for both Tyler the faggot and his brother Alpha Jake:

Of course, I made sure Jake understood his position. He is still an alpha in training. He’s fucked guys and girls and no doubt proud of it. But he has yet to understand the power dynamic and hierarchy. How to both firmly and fairly treat the fags and sluts we own. How alphas are right to take what we wish, but also how we are to balance our needs and desires with responsibilities.

Most importantly, for me at least as a breeder god alpha. He has not experienced cunting out a slut of his own yet. I asked him whether he has had a boy or girl completely surrender themselves both body and soul on his cock and to his dominance and he said that he’s only fucked them to exhaustion, and not to that level that I said.

One of my lessons will be cunting out his fag brother in front of him. So he can visibly see the difference between how normal dominance is, and how an alpha truly breaks and tames a faggot slut. And Jake’s role will be to thank me and kiss my cock and body as I wish. To respect me as a god alpha taking my time to help guide him.

I do plan to eventually slide Jake’s ass on my giant cock. To let him feel first hand my virility and power. And I’ll seed him after I have cunted him, in the way I have done to alphas before him. It will be a slow process. I am training Tyler in two days, and I plan on having Jake close by to listen. Not to watch, not to be there in the room where I will cunt out Tyler all over again, but to hear the sounds of an alpha destroying a muscled fag and the noises his fag brother will produce.

One of the goals is to further remove any lingering thoughts that an Asian cannot be as dominant and powerfully masculine. He admitted his wrong, and understood his place when he kissed my cock, but a lesson repeated is a lesson well learnt. And once I have deemed him capable. I will then allow him to brutally use his own faggot brother.

It may take weeks, but I am looking forward to nurturing alpha talent. Jake is the first of such young age that I have claimed and taken under my wing. There is some level of thrill in it. To give some context, Jake is barely 20 in his second year of university. Tyler is 28 years old.

There is no machine known to the natural world more suited to cunting males as Master Jase. His giant dick and unspeakable power vibrates the walls of whatever room he enters, forcing every other male to assume some level of submissive posture. He has cunted more males than other Alphas have even fucked. But he also takes Alpha mentorship as seriously as he does faggot training. He deeply respects hierarchy in ways that even put me to shame. We both respect it in quasi-religious terms.

If any Alpha wanted to be cunted by another Alpha and still retain his respect as an Alpha, Master Jase is that God Alpha. He knows very well the secret thoughts Alphas hide inside them, and he knows how to nurture those feelings through a variety of means, including cunting.

I’m splitting this important teaching into parts because I believe it tells us much about Alphahood, the relationships between Alphas, and the power of mentorship for Alphas. This is a powerful lesson all students of hierarchy need to learn and absorb, because it forms the foundation of the foundation of our society.

COMING SOON: PART TWO!

Thank you Master Jase!

Hi Sam,
Recently I came across some of your posts on X where you claimed that Straight Alphas say gay Alphas are below them in the hierarchy. I’ll start by saying that I agree with them. I truly believe that Straight Men are superior and that gay Alphas are below any Straight Man, but that’s not the main point.
Even if we want to indulge the idea that gay Alphas could be equal to Straight Men, or even Straight Alphas, because of how they treat others and how they act, it’s clear as day that they don’t get respected by Straight Men simply because they are gay.
The hierarchy is a social pyramid based mainly on sexual power, and the fact that gay Alphas, as gay males, could potentially be attracted to a Straight Man gives them a natural weakness and makes them inferior to a Straight Man, let alone a Straight Alpha, because the Straight Man holds power over the gay Alpha.
To me, that doesn’t mean gay Alphas don’t exist, but rather that they are below Straight Men.
We can see this everywhere, the number of dominant “Alpha” tops who have confessed that they would submit to real men, meaning Straight Men, is astounding. I’m not judging them, actually, I support this. I just don’t understand how you can believe they are equal to Straight Men or even Straight Alphas. Part of me wants to understand you and believe you, but I just can’t see that.

Thank you for the question/observation!

I’m not going to argue, because you make a salient point here. I would be inclined to agree with you based on that reasoning.

I remember back in the very early days of this site my pyramid looked significantly different. In that version I split the triangle down the middle, with one side a shade darker than the other to denote the gay versions of each level. After a significant amount of pressure from many including gay Alphas (for homophobia, no less!), I altered it. So you can see from my past stances that I’m not traditionally far off from your conclusion within myself.

I do think procreation itself is an argument for a lowered status for gay Alphas, but your additional reasoning makes a good case even stronger. However, I do think it’s more of a case of adjustment within Alpha hierarchy as opposed to an adjustment to the entire pyramid.

I’m happy to entertain more thoughts on this! Thanks again!

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

Continuing our ongoing series of investigative reports titled “DUH!” is this video by Dr. Joe Kort about the reasons why straight Men have sex with other males.

Dr. Kort is correct, although I think his conclusions are skewed by those he sees as patients because those are the ones seeking help from him about past abuse. That’s why he starts discussing straight Men who seek to be topped (in my chart, they’d be classed as “beta-sub”) rather than straight Men who want to fuck and get sucked.

This kind of research bias is why hierarchical truth flies under the radar of most scientific studies. They’re biased and looking in the wrong places.

This site contains more than ten years of in-depth data and personal testimony from straight Men on the uses of faggots, as does X and other places. This foundational hierarchical truth about straight Men and Alphas is irrefutable, but sadly still overlooked even by someone as well-versed in the subject as Dr. Kort.

Straight Alphas have always used faggots, and always will as long as this world continues. I don’t need science to tell me what I’ve experienced my whole life!

Hierarchy 303 – Hierarchy In The Mainstream

Hierarchy is becoming normalized and changing more lives!

SITE: https://hierarchypodcast.com/Hierarchy 303-Hierarchy-In-the-mainstream/

SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/show/2TqhwaNl7kdcyZXK7YL5FV?si=1Trk3AbJTH6UWx1UVRYMrw

AMAZON: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/b09c451b-5400-481c-b69e-85463cf2e84c/the-hierarchy-podcast

APPLE: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-hierarchy-podcast/id1778739988

It’s been a long, hard-fought battle, but I think the efforts of sites like mine have, over the last 15 years or so, finally managed to break hierarchy into the mainstream!

Do you have any idea what kind of effort that achievement has required? Endless posts, endless video production, endless debates across social media … all to simply remove the blinders from the eyes of society and get them to realize what’s truly happening among Men. Or rather, what has ALWAYS been happening among Men.

The truth about the existence of Alphas and faggots (and the Alpha/faggot dynamic at the heart of hierarchy) has long been dismissed by sociologists and other learned Men. They don’t want to admit this truth because it’s uncomfortable and unconstrained. In other words, it’s UNCONTROLLABLE.

So my diligent efforts over ten relentless years (and certainly the push by creators and findom accounts on X) have finally crashed the walls guarding hierarchy. And just like the evil escaping Pandora’s box, the world has had its eyes, minds, and libidos stimulated in a way that feels revolutionary, yet ancient and primal.

That’s because it’s always been lurking in the shadows of our collective psyche, but no more!

It’s HERE!

The latest evidence of this societal transformation is a 2025 film called PILLION. The film stars Alexander Skarsgård as a dominant Alpha Master named Ray who encounters an inexperienced faggot named Colin (Harry Edward Melling) at a bar and essentially claims him as his domestic and sexual faggot.

The film is quite graphic sexually, which is shocking given the rapturous reviews and multiple awards it’s received. But, more importantly, the film gets the nuts and bolts of hierarchical mechanics correct. From the initial claiming, to the faggot training, to the transformation of Colin into a true fag slave … it’s all on brazen display.

Watch these ten minutes:

I honestly never thought I’d see the day when this very real dynamic – one of the most important and intrinsic dynamics in all of Male life – would be presented in all of its messy glory. It’s so close to the truth that I feel like the writers of the film (and the book upon which it’s based) might even have been readers of mine. I feel like these guys were looking over my shoulder!

I’m just so impressed! I can’t wait to see where it leads from here!

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!

Yours,

sam the faggot

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!

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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!

COMING SOON!

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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.

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