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 thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Well, Titouan had an exciting summer servicing random straight Alphas on the beach and whatnot (as all young fags tend to do!), but the summer is winding down now and routine returns to everyone’s lives. For Titouan, that means returning to his straight, married Master and the secret apartment used to service him.
Not a bad trade-off, particularly given that his Master is taking time to train Titouan and mold his mind into a more obedient servant (although Titouan is already an excellent faggot). Every Alpha has his own plans for his fags, and this Master is no exception.
Here’s Titouan’s update about his Master:
My Paris Alpha made me go with him yesterday to a discreet Paris sex club, there were other mature men and sexy girls, he wanted a girl to lick and suck me, she did it, and did it so well. When we went back to the place where he sees me and presumably other boys (not in same part of Paris as his family apartment), he asked me how it was. i answered truth, that it made me realize the huge pleasure it can be. i know why he did this (after i had told him another daddy had same idea when i was even younger). Knowing really what it is maximizes frustration when after it’s forbidden and you have to wear chastity. And i understand for the Alpha his pleasure is maximized by knowing it’s reserved for him, and by his faggot’s frustration. i already feel so jealous of other boys who can freely have their dicks sucked, but it makes me feel even more the fairness of hierarchy, and makes me even more eager to serve Alphas and to give them maximum pleasure.
Now it’s what we call “courses de rentrée” = back to (high)school (or university) shopping.
For my Alpha I offer him sexy underwear (pic 1), expensive but as a real male deserves, so exciting to see it on him, very soft fabric and big bulge, and to know he’s going to wear it as well in front of others either girls or other guys.
My Alpha also ordered me to buy (pic 2) chastity cage I’ll have to wear two weeks as punishment for going with another Daddy during my holiday. i know He has right to punish me and i deserve it, as the fair rule is He can see other boys, but i as twink faggot must have sex only with Him & the ones He decides and chooses ( told me something about this last point, i wonder who it could be). Must buy small size because of my little dick. And still the other rule that i must wear only boyish tighty whities, other way of making me humiliated when seen and laughed at by other boys or girls, and reminding the superiority of Alphas of any age, and my place as jeune pédale (young faggot).
My Alpha added third thing i must buy, after boyish whities & chastity cage
sent me these pics (tu achètes aussi = you buy also this)
after seeing some videos on gayboystube, he’s very excited at idea of spanking me his young faggot before i must lick and suck him , i know it is his right as Alpha Daddy
Looks like Master is intending to have some creative fun with his little faggot Titouan! Can’t wait to hear how it goes!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of the best fag students I’ve had over the 11+ years I’ve had this site is little Fabien, the French faggot who is now owned completely by his straight God Alpha, Master Anthony. From the very first time Fabien asked me for advice, he has been humble, brave, hardworking, honest, and dedicated.
Because of Fabien’s worshipful efforts, Master Anthony has increased in power exponentially and multiple other Alphas and faggots have come to know their purposes. Fabien is now one of the world’s premier mentor faggots, and I’m exceptionally proud of him!
Fabien sent me this beautiful meditation on what being a faggot means to him. I want to share it with everyone.
Here:
I took the opportunity to listen to a few of your podcasts, and I have to tell you how much I enjoyed the one on jealousy. It’s full of very important truths! As you say, I never take anything from my Master for granted and that’s absolutly crucial! Having the right mindset is so important for a faggot and that’s something I teach to all the brothers I have the privilege to mentor.
We faggots must always remember that we are not special, we are disposable. The Alphas owe us nothing and we owe them everything. We must earn the privilege to serve them domestically or sexually and we must earn their appreciation if they ever feel like expressing it to us. Even just being in their presence is a privilege! As you say, Alphas will always have their ways: that’s their birthright and that’s how the word works. We have nothing to offer them but our complete devotion and obedience.
And I know it’s natural to feel even a little bit of jealousy and I won’t pretend it never happens to me. But every single time, I immediately suppress that feeling by focusing only on what matters: Anthony’s happiness, comfort and pleasure. And what else matters? Other Alphas’ happiness, comfort and pleasure. That’s it. Nothing else matters nearly as much. They are Kings, we are slaves. They have rights over us, we have duties towards them. Period.
I’ll never thank you enough for opening my eyes to the truth of Hierarchy! I’m thrilled to follow your lead and spread this truth around me.
Lots of love,
fab the fag
It’s impossible to add or subtract a single thing in this letter. It is perfect, and summarizes the correct mental outlook for any faggot who wants to find fulfillment.
The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I spent a semester abroad in Italy the summer I finally understood what I was.
I was twenty-something, soft, eager, and quietly starving for something I didn’t have a name for yet. Near the end of term a very handsome 41-year-old man—recently divorced, taking a month in a little villa in the countryside—invited me to stay with him for a week. I said yes without hesitation.
When I stepped off the train and saw him waiting, the first thought that hit me was how beautiful he looked in the late-afternoon light. Handsome as the sun. I wasn’t scared. I was excited.
The second we were alone in the car he told me to get on my knees. He needed to cum. I did it right there, like a good fag, and swallowed every drop. That was only the appetizer.
After dinner and a shower the real week began. Every time his cock got hard—which was often—he used me. He’d be watching television and I’d lean over, get him hard with my mouth, then climb into his lap so he could push inside me. He decided early on that all of his cum belonged in my ass. No waste. No exceptions. By the end of each day I was carrying at least five of his loads inside me, sometimes more. Thick, heavy, leaking out of me whenever I stood or sat.
He was powerful—not cruel, not mean, just overflowing with power. He knew exactly what he wanted and he took it. Spit ran down my chin while I sucked him. Cum filled my hole until it was overflowing. Once a day he would stand over me in the bathroom or the garden and piss on me, warm and deliberate, marking me. I trusted him completely. I never flinched. I opened my mouth when he told me to, tilted my head back, and let it run down my chest and stomach. Spit, piss, and cum—every single day. And I enjoyed every single moment of it.
A couple of days in, something shifted. He had me on my back on the couch, legs folded open, driving into me with slow, heavy thrusts while the television murmured in the background. My little soft dick was bouncing uselessly against my stomach. Then the pressure inside me built past the point I could control. My whole body started shaking. My hole clenched hard around him. And without a single touch to my cock I began to cum—clear, helpless spurts pulsing out of my limp dick while he kept fucking me through it.
I looked up at him, dazed, still shaking. He looked down at me and something changed in his eyes.
It wasn’t just arousal. It was recognition. Pure, sudden alpha epiphany. He saw my body betraying itself for him—saw that his cock alone was enough to make a fag cum without permission—and the knowledge hit him like a drug. His thrusts got deeper, more possessive. He growled under his breath, almost laughing, and kept pounding me while I twitched and leaked, completely undone. From that moment on he knew exactly what he was. He started calling himself my alpha out loud, and I felt how true it was.
The rest of the week was the same pattern: his cock in my hole whenever he wanted it, load after load left inside me, the daily shower of his piss, the constant taste of his spit and cum. Every night after he’d finished he’d hold me, stroke my hair, tell me I’d done well. He was sweet about it. He took care of me because he knew I had given myself completely to his power.
Sunday came and I had to leave. He said a friend would drive me to the station. On the way the friend asked if I’d had a good time. I said yes, then admitted I was uncomfortable sitting.
“How so?”
I told him the truth about the week—the five loads a day, the piss, the way my hole stayed open and full, the way I came hands-free just from being used. He laughed, soft and knowing, and said, “Ti ha rotto il culo.” (“He broke your ass.”) Then he pulled over, parked on the side of the road, and told me to lean over. “That’s your job,” he said. I knew he was right. I opened my mouth and did it.
After he finished he didn’t let me sit back up right away. He kept one hand on the back of my neck, looking down at me while I wiped my mouth.
“You’re really a faggot,” he said, almost gently. “Look at you. With that culo rotto you’ll never go back. You’re a fag for the rest of your life now. You better get used to serving real men like us.”
He said it again when he started the engine, quieter this time, like he was simply confirming something obvious. And once more when he dropped me at the station, leaning out the window:
“Remember what I told you. You’re done pretending. Serve real men.”
I didn’t argue. I just nodded, still tasting him, still leaking the week’s worth of cum, and felt how true every word was.
When the summer ended and I was back home I understood something permanent: how right it felt to be a fag, and how much certain men enjoy the power of using one. That week in the Italian countryside became my private reference point. The secret I carry. And whenever I meet a man who recognizes what I am, it still works the same way.
I was cunted that summer. There was spit and piss and cum, and I loved every second of it. And it was fantastic.
Yours, Mr. Fag
One of my proudest achievements with this site has been the description, naming, and categorization of CUNTING. When it happened to me the first time, I didn’t have any resources to fall back on to help me understand it. Once I finally did on this site, I was deluged by faggots asking me questions and sharing their experiences with it. Today, there simply is no other resource online that contains the wealth of information and real-life experiences than this site.
Mr. Fag’s experience shows just how powerful that experience can be! This was essentially his revelation, the moment he left whatever his life was before and embraced a new truth. It’s beautifully-written, but more importantly, it’s honest. I want all faggots to experience this transformation for themselves!
I also want Alphas to appreciate the power they have to enact this life-changing transformation in faggots. Armed with their Alpha cocks and their Alpha dominance, they are able to pound a new reality into a faggot and force a most dramatic transformation. It’s beautiful in many ways, most of all the fact that cunting cements real ownership for the life of the faggot.
There simply is nothing more powerful than the cunting of a faggot by an Alpha in all of hierarchy. It practically defines hierarchy. I hope every Alpha and every faggot can experience it for themselves!
Hi fag, interested follow up on Bergvall. But it seems he has girl friend, but still would serve as a fag for his team? Also interesting aspect is that he’s very rich so probably had people working for him, even doing his laundry. Don’t you think it may or some chaos into hierarchy? On that note, what you think is relation between wealth and dominance?
Thanks for writing!
Okay, well thanks for that updated information. Maybe Bergvall isn’t a faggot after all. Totally cool with that, although I do find the way he’s manhandled by the team a bit suspect. But whatever.
He does looks like he comes from money. There’s just something about his blonde, chiseled, well-groomed look at that makes him seem a bit aristocratic. As I’ve said, I don’t know anything about soccer and very little about his culture, so these are all barely-educated guesses.
As far as wealth and hierarchy are concerned, I’ve done a bit of studying on this, actually. I don’t find convincing evidence that wealth itself contributes to hierarchical positioning itself, but I do think it can amplify certain characteristics (particularly in Alphas). However, Alphas with inherited wealth tend to be poor leaders of other Men (see: the “Men” in Trump’s administration).
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Maybe once a generation a God Alpha appears who seems to not only overcome all challengers and obstacles, but who also alters our perception of reality and possibilities. This one effortlessly controls others as easily as a child plays with toys, and all of creation seems to bow to his will.
In the series DUNE, this one is called the “Kwisatz Haderach”, or universal super-being.
In our world today, he is called Master Anthony.
Ever since I first started featuring him on the site, there has been a growing contingent of my readers who have become obsessed with him. For Master Anthony, this is nothing new. Everywhere he goes people cater to him, submit to him, and serve his whims.
After I published yesterday’s update from Fabien, I received the following question:
“Could you ask Master Anthony if he still owns or uses Daniel his teacher?”
I felt a bit embarrassed that I’d forgotten about Daniel, so I asked Master Anthony. Here was his reply:
Good faggot! Yeah of course Daniel is still a slave of my stable! I gave him a break for the summer and I’m no longer his student now, but he begged me to keep using him after that! LOL I’ll check with him to see if he’s being compliant and obedient with the Alpha students he’ll have in his classes next year. Over time, I’ll see if I still require his services or if I’ll just leave him to the next generations of Alphas who will attend the university with him.
Taking a quick look at your site, it seems like Fabien didn’t tell you when Daniel begged me to fuck him in the ass? My boy forgot his homework! I’m going to have to punish him hard!
I thought that was an excellent answer by Master Anthony, but I wondered what he meant about a missing story regarding Daniel.
And wouldn’t you know, a couple of hours later I received an update from Fabien:
My beloved big brother, please forgive me again! It was back in May, I had even drafted an email to send you to tell you the new, but then I got caught up in other things and it slipped my mind…
One Saturday night, during an Alpha Pack party at the apartment with several slaves, Daniel was there to pour drinks and serve as a footrest. The Alphas raped several of us, and Anthony did me the honor of ass-fucking in front of his bros. Even though my master’s boot was pressing down on my head while he shoved his big cock deep into my ass, I could still see that Daniel was mesmerized. He was practically drooling!
The next Monday, after Daniel’s class, Anthony had throat-fucked him in his office and left him covered in cum, then went to hang out with his friends. Daniel texted me, and we exchanged several messages. Here’s a translation of them:
“Fabien, I have to tell you something. Ever since Saturday night, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I dream about Anthony taking me from behind, but at the same time, it scares me. Do you think I should talk to him about it?”
“YES! Tell him! No, better: BEG HIM to ass-fuck you! Believe me, brother, he will be thrilled and he will accept. You will reach new peak of slave happiness!”
“I fear it hurts…”
“Of course it will hurt. A lot. But what is more important? Your comfort or Anthony’s pleasure? You already know the right answer.”
After a moment without a reply, I sent him one last message. “You are a natural slave. You know it. Remember your place! Do your duty! I know you will make me proud, brother.”
I let Daniel mull it over. The next evening, while I was worshiping Anthony’s feet as he relaxed watching TV, Daniel came over to the apartment. He rushed over and knelt before the Master and mumbled “Master, forgive me to bother you, but I need to ask you a big favor. You have done me the honor of enslaving me and showing me my true nature. Would you be willing to sodomize me, Master? I beg you with all my inferior heart.” Then he fervently kissed Anthony’s feet. Anthony beamed and roared. He said “How far have you come, slave? Here you are, crawling at my feet, begging me to take your anal virginity. Boy, go get some lube!”
I rushed to obey as Anthony pulled out his cock. He grabbed Daniel roughly, threw him onto the couch, and pulled down his pants. I assisted my Master in sliding his wonderful cock into his teacher’s hole. Anthony didn’t go easy on him; I could see Daniel moaning in pain and shedding tears. I stayed close to him (Anthony was holding me down on the ground with his boot, too) and whispered words of encouragement to my brother, advising him to kiss his pendant engraved with Anthony’s name. I was very proud of him: after that, he thanked Anthony very emphatically!
Since that day, during parties with other Alpha students, Daniel has been fucked in the ass and spit-roasted several times. If you could have seen his eyes… You could tell just how much of his ego, every last shred of his masculinity, had vanished. All that remained was the realization that he had finally found his place as a slave and sex toy to his own students.
Here’s the story, my beloved bg brother! I hope it pleases you! Sorry for taking so long to share it with you!
Lots of love!
fab the fag
Now THAT is one hell of an update!
I love this update not only because it shows how methodically Master Anthony submitted and trained Daniel, but also because the story highlights Master Anthony’s overwhelming power to force others (including Alphas) to obey him!
God Alphahood fits Master Anthony like a superhero suit!
Flush with power because of Fabien’s adoring update, Master Anthony finished with this flourish:
Here you are, faggot, you have it! You can see why daniel is so desperate for me to keep him as a slave, hey? I’m sure you faggots are forever in love with the Alpha who ass-fucked first haha!
Bye, faggot!
And then Master Anthony added a message in French for Fabien:
Voilà un bon garçon obéissant ! Tu es pardonné, va ! Je suis un Maître miséricordieux. Mais je vais peut-être quand même te fesser, juste pour le fun !
Translated:
There’s a good, obedient boy! You’re forgiven—go on! I am a merciful Master. But I might spank you anyway, just for fun!
Fabien is the luckiest faggot on the planet to be owned and used by Master Anthony! He is the perfect faggot for a most perfect King!
Thank you to both my Master Anthony and my brother Fabien for this!
The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’ve always advocated for the breeding of faggots. To me, there is simply no better way to reprogram a faggot’s mind and emphasize hierarchy than mounting and breeding them. I think most Alphas agree with this, particularly given that breeding is so intimately intertwined with their own dominance.
“Mr. Fag” wrote in with a nice meditation on the hierarchical significance of Alpha cum and breeding, and I completely concur with his sentiments:
Dear Sam,
I have been thinking carefully about what breeding means in an alpha/fag dynamic, and I want to share why it matters so much.
Breeding is not merely the physical act of filling a fag. It is the clearest expression of the hierarchy that defines the relationship. When an alpha breeds a fag, he claims him in the most absolute way possible — marking him as his, reinforcing that the fag’s body exists to take what the alpha gives. For the alpha it is the purest form of ownership and dominance. For the fag it is the purest form of surrender and purpose. The fag is not simply fucked; he is used for exactly what he is meant for.
There is deep psychological weight in the act. Every load the alpha deposits is a reminder that the fag’s hole belongs to him, that the fag’s role is to receive, to stay open, to carry the proof of the alpha’s control. It is not soft romance. It is raw, hierarchical, and intentional. Breeding turns sex into something both functional and ritualistic. It strips away the notion of equal mutual pleasure and replaces it with a clear purpose: the alpha takes, the fag takes it.
Breeding is a virtuous cycle. Each time the alpha fills the fag, the alpha is reminded of his power — the right and the drive to claim, to dominate, to assert what is his. At the same time the fag is reminded of his purpose in nature: to open, to receive, to serve as the vessel that makes that power real. The more the alpha breeds the fag, the clearer both truths become. The clearer those truths are felt, the stronger the urge to breed again. The cycle feeds itself, deepening the dynamic with every load.
That cycle is beautiful and powerful. There is nothing crude or shameful in it. It is the honest expression of hierarchy made flesh. Alphas should never be shy from this act. Holding back only weakens the structure both need. Breeding is how hierarchy is lived, how it is proven, how it is sustained. To withhold it is to deny both the clearest affirmation of what they are.
There is also what I call “the privilege of the cum.” Cum is not merely fluid; it is the medium through which hierarchy is transmitted and refined. When an alpha breeds a fag, the cum carries more than seed — it carries authority, presence, and intent. The alpha who breeds regularly becomes a better alpha: more decisive, more rooted in his power, less diluted by hesitation or softness. The fag who is bred regularly becomes a better fag: more open, more aligned with his purpose, more fully shaped by the loads he carries. Breeding does not just reinforce roles; it improves them. Each deposit elevates both participants within the dynamic. The privilege of the cum is that it creates stronger alphas and deeper fags — a mutual refinement that only the act of breeding can achieve.
Breeding keeps the dynamic honest. Without the deliberate act of filling and claiming, the roles can begin to feel performative or diluted. Breeding keeps them sharp. It reminds both that the relationship is not equal, that the fag’s place is under the alpha, and that the alpha’s place is to use the fag accordingly. The aftermath — the fag remaining full, walking around carrying the alpha — is as important as the act itself. It is a continuous, quiet reinforcement of the order that has been chosen.
Breeding should not be occasional or casual. It should be central. When an alpha breeds a fag he is not merely getting off — he is asserting what they are. And when the fag takes it, he is affirming the same thing. That is why it matters.
Hello to the Hierarchy University team. Firstly, I want to praise the incredible platform and content you have built here. Your articles and insights are absolutely brilliant and they’ve been a real eye-opener for me. You explain the raw truths about dominance and submission with a level of honesty that just can’t be found anywhere else. It has truly helped me understand my own mind much better.
I’m 34 and I’m hitting you up because I’m dealing with a really heavy internal conflict that’s messing with my head, and I could use your blunt perspective.
In my everyday life, I’m into women. I want a normal, vanilla relationship. I get real attraction and erections when I see women out in the world or at the gym. But here’s the catch: whenever I’m with a woman in bed, I just cannot cum. The attraction and the erection are there, but I simply can’t ejaculate, which ends up causing me a ton of stress. Even when I watch straight porn, I’m only drawn to very specific kinky stuff—like intense female submission, voyeurism, and scenes where women are completely dominated by multiple guys with huge packages.
But the real mindfuck happens when I go online. I don’t necessarily stare at a screen for 10 hours straight, but I compulsively open dozens of porn tabs at the same time, jumping between intense submissive male dominance and feminization fantasies. This hits a trigger that sends me straight to dating apps like PlanetRomeo, looking for hardcore chats with dominant Alphas.
My fetishes are very specific: I’m obsessed with total submission and “penis erasure.” In porn, I usually get turned on by bottoms wearing thong-strings and jockstraps. i want to be in their place! In my own life, I’ve started buying all this gear—tight jockstraps, strings, full-face masks, and even full-body fishnet bodystockings. I regularly take highly provocative, slutty photos of myself in this gear and upload them to these apps to attract Alphas who will treat me like an object. In those moments, I just want to feel like a fully feminized “woman” where the Alpha is the only one who holds the power and masculinity in the room.
This constant back-and-forth between my straight reality and this hidden submissive urge is causing me massive anxiety. I feel completely trapped.
My questions for you are:
Is it common to experience such an aggressive split—where my romantic and aesthetic attraction is 100% for women (even carrying over the same submission/size fetishes into straight porn), but the raw, hardcore urge to be an absolute slut is directed entirely toward men? How do these two sides connect?
If I decide to bring this fetish into reality just once—like a real-life session focusing on submission with an Alpha—just to get closure and stop this endless cycle of opening tabs and app-chatting, will it help me get it out of my system, or will it just pull me deeper into a lifestyle that contradicts what I want in my everyday life?
Thanks for your time and your help!
Thank you for your complex question! I can sense that you’re really struggling with this!
I want to address the “aggressive split” you’re experiencing head-on, because I think I understand it, You see, I’m 1000% a faggot, but despite being gay my entire life and a faggot since the age of 17, I also dated and had sex with girls from 15-17. I loved being romantic and passionate with them, having them on my arm on double dates and enjoying the perks of a “normal” heterosexual life. I enjoyed backseat fumbling and fingering, the kissing, the tits, etc. Even though I knew it was all a lie, the “romantic and aesthetic attraction” was still pulling me in.
Now, sexually I still had full erections and “performed” (badly) in bed, but I was a teenager. I could’ve fucked a tree at that time. Sex was awkward, embarrassing, and uncomfortable for me. It felt alien to me. It didn’t take much introspection to understand why – I was GAY.
Then Master Roger came along and forced me to realize it went much deeper than homosexuality. I was born a faggot, and there was no going back aftrer that.
I give you that personal experience because I do think that’s what’s going on with you but you’re still in denial/fighting it. If you’re actually straight, then you’re a “beta-sub” male who needs extreme humiliation to feel complete, or you’re a gay faggot who is in denial about it.
I think you’re desiring Alpha dominance because their overwhelming power feeds into your need to be humiliated/feminized. I think this is a the real crux of the issue with you, but I’m unsure if you’re coming at it from the straight beta-sub angle or the faggot-in-denial angle, And that’s something only you can answer through experimentation and honest self-discovery.
But by “experimentation”, I DO NOT mean piddling around on apps and screens. That will not help you. Get on something like TheBlowers.com or Sniffies.com and meet up with a couple of Alphas. Have real experiences with real Alphas (not online Alphas). Enough with the games and lies. It’s time to find out where you really belong!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s been an excruciatingly long time since I last heard from my faithful brother Fabien, the French faggot owned by straight, Tom Holland-lookalike Master Anthony (last update was APRIL!). However, I knew two things: (1) serving a straight God Alpha like Master Anthony will keep any faggot busy, and (2) Fabien was planning another wondrous, months-long summer break for his Master and his Alpha pack! I certainly didn’t want to interrupt any of that!
But you can imagine my joy when I opened my email last night to find a letter from my brother! Just listen to how Fabien starts it off:
My beloved big brother!
I am so so so sorry! As I was cleaning out my emails, I realized I failed to reply to your last email before summer! Brother, I beg your forgiveness on my knees! I’m an unworthy, ungrateful little brother!
Such a little drama queen! LOL! That’s okay, though! A little groveling is good for us fags!
But here’s Fabien’s fabulous update:
This summer is AMAZING, and I’ve been super busy! We spent a good part of August in Spain, where we got to see a total solar eclipse. I can tell you that Anthony was very pleased with me. When he heard about the event, he told me to do everything necessary so he could see it. He then discovered that I’d already had everything planned for weeks just in case: a vacation there for him and his Alpha brothers and their own slaves, and special glasses for the Masters to watch the eclipse… He was over the moon! He fucked me in the ass all evening and let me sleep next to him, with my head near his cock. I love it when my Master is this happy with me! I’m so thrilled! On the day of the event, Anthony allowed me to watch the eclipse and lent me his glasses for a few minutes, while the other slaves had to remain on the ground at their masters’ feet and worship them for the entire time. They were only able to look during the total phase of the eclipse. That’s only natural: Alphas have privileges! After all they’re the sunshine in our lives and they light up our days all the time!
Before that, in July, we visited several beaches and vacation resorts in North Africa. It was a smaller group, with just Henri and his slave Clément. The four of us had a wonderful time together. Clément and I are now in complete symbiosis in serving our two Masters, just as they are with each other. We love to watch their manly friendship and being their servants and playthings when they’re enjoying themselves together. We massaged and licked their feet several times while they were sunbathing side by side by the pool in public! Some of the other tourists were surprised, but it became a habit, and we were thrilled to reveal the truth of Hierarchy! I can tell you that some beautiful young girls were turned on by the sight and ended up in the masters’ beds… I have to say, I love seeing this wonderful brotherhood between my Master and his best mate Henri. And I admit I feel a twinge of pride at all the little signs that show Anthony is the leader and Henri is one level below him in the hierarchy. He always gets first dibs on choices (girls, activities…), and even though they often have moments of rivalry (in physical challenges, games…), Anthony always wins, and Henri clearly respects his superiority. But of course, that doesn’t change the fact that Henri is light-years aove me in the Hierarchy and that I happily grovel at his feet!
Also, this summer was a lot of fun for Anthony at the movies, with two films starring Tom Holland! My Master jokingly asked me if I would leave him to serve Tom if I had the chance; I replied that I already had a God who welcomed me at his feet, and that this privilege was more than enough for one inferior. To me, Anthony is already Spider-Man, Telemachus, and all the heroes, kings, and gods of history!
Anthony and I are going to spend the rest of August in a villa by the sea with an older cousin of his, who’s about my age. My Master told me that his cousin is undoubtedly an Alpha, but has no experience owning slaves. I wonder how that’s going to turn out!
I apologize again and again for taking so long to reply to you! I’m often overwhelmed and exhausted, though I’m very happy to devote my life to making my beloved Master Anthony’s life even better. But I should never forget that I owe it all to you for opening my eyes to my true nature and my destiny as a faggot. I kiss your feet in shame and guilt! And I’ll kiss Anthony’s feet and suck his cock for you!
Lots of love!
fab the fag
Such a wonderful update!
One thing Fabien excels at is preparation and anticipation. He’s always ten steps ahead, planning ways to satisfy his Master’s needs long before his Master knows he needs it! This is not easy, but Fabien makes it seem easy because of his natural talents.
Another thing Fabien is especially good at is keeping his ego and jealousy in check. Many faggots struggle with this (I know I did), but Fabien knows his place and embraces it. In fact, I’d say Fabien enjoys the fact that he’s Master Anthony’s personal slave and plaything. He’s so humble that it makes my heart rejoice!
So I wrote back to Fabien with some of my thoughts, as well as a stern refusal on Fabien’s offer of foot worship. I wanted to know how he was able to afford all of these lavish vacations, as well as how he was handling hearing/warching Master Anthony fuck girls. He replied this way:
Haha! I don’t turn tricks on the side (no time for that!), but it’s true that my finances are tight! Fortunately, I manage to save up during the year, since I no longer treat myself to anything other than pleasing my Master (which is more than enough!) and other slaves of the Alpha pack contribute to the Masters’ lifestyle! Thanks to our combined efforts, we are able to provide them with a living standard that comes a little closer to what they are entitled to.
My Master sometimes does me the honor of letting me be there when he’s fucking girls! Not always, but sometimes I’m kneeling in a corner or at the foot of the bed. Once, I was licking his toes while the girl was riding him. I’d say I find him a little gentler and more considerate with the girls. Mind you, he’s obviously very dominant and expects them to respect and to worship him, to say so and to show it! But you can sense a desire to be a little more romantic and to care at least a little about their own pleasure. Whereas when he fucks me or one of our faggot brothers… Let’s just say we’re not much more than living sex toys! LOL I also get the impression that he growls and roars more when he’s fucking me, whereas he makes moans of pleasure with the girls… But maybe I’m just being overly interpretive!
I will be more than happy to worship Anthony’s feet and cock to make amend to you! Thank you for giving me such a punishment!
Lots of love,
fab the fag
I do wonder if Master Anthony is using these fuck sessions as a training method for Fabien, or if he just likes showing off (might be a combination of both). When used with affection, this method of allowing a fag to watch can be a bonding experience. But when it’s used to retrain a jealous fag, it becomes a more painful Nuclear Method of destroying/rebuilding a fag. Thankfully, there is genuine love between Master Anthony and Fabien!
I told Fabien to kiss Master Anthony’s feet and suck his dick for me if he really wanted to apologize for leaving me hanging.
So it was no surprise when I received something in the mail today:
Hey faggot!
My good boy fab sucked me off and told me it was from you haha! Nice of you to check in! fab told me he gave you the gist of our summer. It was great! We’re going to spend some time soon at a beautiful beach villa with my cousin Arthur. He’s a really cool guy I haven’t seen in two years. I’m pretty sure he’s an Alpha, but I don’t think he’s using faggots, haha we’ll see if he converts!
Bye, faggot!
Master Anthony simply oozes raw God Alpha energy, even in a letter. His power grows daily, and he’s becoming impenetrable and unassailable as a King. It’s such an honor to even know him!
As for Arthur, I have no doubt Master Anthony will convince him of the joys of faggot ownership! Master Anthony is one of the great mentors of lesser Alphas, and they always obey!
I’m so happy to have heard from both of them! Let’s see if I hear back from them again before Christmas! LOL
The Alpha’s cock pulses repeatedly, shooting his DNA deep inside his latest conquest. When he breeds a faggot, that DNA enters its bloodstream and begins the process of genetic ownership.
When a faggot pulls off an Alpha’s cock for a break, it’s important for the Alpha to redirect the fag’s head back on it as Master @ambroxios_back does here.
There’s no excuse for a unsatisfied Alpha.
A faggot gets a break once it has swallowed every drop.
Hi Sam! I’ve been reading your blog off-and-on for years now. I’ve finally accepted long-term chastity this summer. I was wondering two things: 1) Would you happen to know any alphas here in LA who could use a faggot like me? 2) Master Jin is a GOD. His posts are the reason I come back to your website so often. I know he is in Toronto, already has faggots, and has a successful medical career, but if he’s ever in LA, or is open to using a faggot visiting Toronto ever, you could pass on my contact info. My Insta/TikTok is eacj0506 and my email is below. Thanks fellow faggot!
Thank you for the question!
I don’t do any kinds of hook-ups anymore Too many issues came from that, and I simply don’t want to waste my time or risk my personal capital that way.
I really appreciate what you had to say about Master Jin!. I completely agree with you! In addition to the faggots in Toronto he trained , he’s inspired faggots worldwide to embrace their purpose and the benefits of chastity, He understands the faggot mind in a particular way that is very different from other straight Alphas. He’s an amazing Master, and his growth as both a Man, an Alpha, a Master, and a professional has been onw of my great privileges.
Master Jin and his two beautiful faggots watch this site, so it’s very likely he will see your message!
I’m a 34 year old faggot and I have a question for you.
I’ve been very much aware of my identity as a faggot for a long time. I have started calling myself a faggot about 10 years ago and have tried to embrace the faggot lifestyle since then, serving Men sexually and non-sexually.
I can’t explain how this happened, but I ended up in a relationship with a vanilla guy I have been very much in love with, for now over 3 years. Things got very serious when we decided to buy a house together. I have never come out to him as a faggot. I cosplay as a “real man”.
At first, I tried to deny my faggot identity, deleted all the websites and stopped chatting with Alphas and fellow faggots. But… I simply can’t fight my nature. I have served several Men in non-sexual ways (mostly performing tasks making Their lives easier, providing domestic service, a bit of remote humiliation). Serving sexually has been a line I haven’t crossed as to me, this would really mean cheating on my partner.
The thing is, an Alpha I have been serving for domestic work now wants me to serve His dick. It’s a bit of a mindfuck, because obviously I want to serve Him with my holes but it feels absolutely wrong…
He has given me one week to think it over, if I don’t comply, He will replace me.
I am completely lost and don’t know what to do at this point. Do you have any tips for me to cope?
Thank you
Thank you for the question, brother!
This is why I’ve always emphasized to faggots that they need to fully embrace the unshakeable truth and undeniable reality of being a faggot. It’s not like catching a cold. Faggots have needs for service that cannot be suppressed or replaced, and certainly not with a vanilla life of equality.
I definitely think it’s time to have a conversation with your significant other about this. First of all, you don’t really know what he might be wanting that he’s not getting, either. But he definitely deserves to know the truth about your needs. I know this isn’t going to be an easy conversation to have, but it’s an important one.
I know the timing sucks, but you put yourself into this box by not being honest with yourself and then sneaking around behind your partner’s back. You might need to let this Master and that opportunity pass until you clean house … unless your partner learns the truth and he’s okay with it. Sorry brother.
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
During my life I have been owned by multiple straight Alphas. Those many years of experience led me to create this site, which was originally titled “FagsWorshipStraights” on Tumblr. During those first few years I received plenty of flak for my relentless assertion that straight Alphas owned and used fags like me.
These days people no longer question it, because the evidence is piling up here and everywhere that yes, many straight Alphas do indeed own faggots … and always have!
I’m saying all of this because Queen Sophie (and I) received quite a shock a couple of days ago, one I should’ve seen coming.
READ ON:
Oh my good sam! I absolutely must tell you what happened!
As I mentioned last time, Raphael instructed me to come spend Sunday with him until he leaves on his trip. I arrived at his place late on Saturday night and quickly took in his beautiful apartment. We spent yet another wonderful night of love, during which he penetrated me through every hole.
That morning, after I’d taken care of his morning wood, I got up to make him breakfast, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back close to him. “No need, wait just a little.” We cuddled tenderly, and just a few minutes later, the door opened and a young pretty boy, in his twenties I think, walked into the room!
Seeing how surprised we both were, Raphael remained calm, with one arm behind his head. “Sweatheart, this is my home slave. Hi boy. Meet the woman I love, Sophie. You’re to serve her as well. No wake-up blowjob this morning, Sophie has already taken care of it. You’re going to bring breakfast for the both of us. Sophie, my love, tell the slave what you want for breakfast.” I quickly regained my composure and told the boy what I wanted, and he rushed outside saying “At once, Ma’am!”. I turned to my lover and master. “What’s his name?” He replied, nonchalantly. “I don’t remember, not even sure I ever asked him. I don’t care.”
As you can imagine, I was at once amazed, excited, and, deep down, not all that surprised to discover that Raphael was also dominating a boy serving him domestically! While we were having breakfast in bed, the boy was worshipping Raphael’s feet. At one point, the master motioned for him to kiss mine, too! Oh, what a strange pleasure I felt!
Raphael and I spent a wonderful day, snuggled up at his place, filled with tenderness, conversation, and fun. A minor incident occurred during the day, but it was no big deal. While his slave was serving us drinks as we sat on the couch, he almost knocked over a glass. Exasperated, Raphael grabbed him by the ear and ordered him to be more careful. I shyly tried to intervene. “Come on, Raphael my love, don’t be too harsh…” But he immediately silenced me, without even raising his voice. “Shut up, woman. The man’s talking.”
After the poor boy went off to do other tasks, Raphael made things crystal clear. “Don’t ever interrupt me again when I discipline my slaves, and never undermine my authority. I hope I have made myself clear.” I felt both guilty and aroused by his natural power. “Absolutely, my love. Sir. Fogive me. I shall behave.” I was relieved that he forgave me right away. “Good girl. I love you so much.” Then he passionately kissed me.
I had planned to help Raphael pack for his trip, but he quickly made it clear that I was there solely for companionship, affection and sex, while his slave handled all the logistics. On Monday morning, we said goodbye on his doorstep, while the young boy was waiting for him with his luggage to drive him to the airport. After a long, warm hug, Raphael said to me “My slave is at your disposal while I’m away. You can summon him at any time to serve you and your son Lucas, for whatever you need.” I replied “Thank you so much, my love! Lucas often has his own servants to help me around the house, but I’ll keep your slave in mind if needed!” “What an impressive young man. I can’t wait to meet him. Have a wonderful time together, sweetheart.”
I’m already looking forward to seeing him again! I almost feel a twinge of regret for not going with him as he had told me to, but I’m overjoyed at the thought of seeing my son again soon. These two weeks would be so long without him!
Master Raphael owns faggots!!!
It really doesn’t surprise me that much in the larger scheme of things. Apex and God Alphas like Master Raphael have tremendous needs for worship and service that far exceed what only one person can provide. Owning a private entourage of females and/or faggots gives a God Alpha a feeling of completeness about his life and a fulfillment of how he views his Kingdom.
I love the way he sprung that faggot on Sophie! I’ve heard of this being done before. I think Alphas do this with females to test their reaction to their ownership of faggots.
Of course, Queen Sophie already has extensive experience with straight Alphas owning faggots because of her son, Master Lucas. But still, how weird that Sophie has that in both her son and her lover! I’m not sure what those odds look like in Vegas, but they must be nearly impossible!
I’m just so delighted that Master Lucas will now have a God Alpha mentor who will understand his needs for power and worship! They’re elite Alphas whose needs are poorly understood even by other Alphas!
Master Raphael and Master Lucas will be able to speak freely to each other in a language only they’ll understand, and I know it will only make Master Lucas even that much more powerful and confident!
But finally, I must commend Queen Sophie. She has done everything correctly in submitting to Master Raphael’s power, and she’s shown resilience, strength, and flexibility while learning how to serve/satisfy her Master and boyfriend!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
In the history of this site, I’ve covered some Alphas so powerful that they feel dangerous even in writing. These are God Alphas who are less human and more like elemental forces of nature.
Among these, Master Chad reigns supreme.
Master Chad is the straight Alpha son of God Alpha Dino. I was there when Master Dino taught his prolifically-fertile firstborn about the purpose of faggots, and Master Chad responded by breeding fags with as much gusto as he bred females. The humans inhabiting his planet are merely toys with holes for him to fill with his prodigious cumshots.
Today Master Chad lives in his perfect place, leading Hierarchy Island, killing game, and being served by an army of faggots and females while ruling alongside a handful of Alphas. It’s an idyllic existence for sure.
At Master Chad’s feet are 13 biological sons, gathered to him on the island from the various female incubators he’s impregnated. Statistically-speaking, not all of his boys would be Alpha. But what if some of them were actually faggots?
Listen to what Master Chad is discovering:
Sup cockjockey,
Dino mentioned rappin with ya this morning and it got Me thinking. Maybe ya heard about this kind of situation I got on My hands cause even Pop is uncertain how to deal.
For sure 2 of My boys are fags. Gavin and Justin display all the signs but Gavin is different. Tough as an Alpha but definitely not one. For instance, he goes up against any of his brothers but steals My fuckin dirty socks for God knows what. He sneaks around at night to watch Me fuck. I catch him sleeping with My boxers covering his face. I sleep like im dead so who knows if the little fuck is licking My nuts and shit while I’m sawin logs. LMFAO I am his focus. It’s a lot like bunny’s need for Pop growing up so I know I got another bunny in him. But here’s the deal, say c.c. brings Me a beer. Gavin will go get another can, set it beside Me and take the one his mother brought and throw it away. Then the fucker will just beam a smile at Me. Once Cal got My jacket for Me and Gavin punched Him in the nuts and snatched the jacket away and brought it to Me. He’s on Me every second and fights his brothers if they dare to interrupt his playtime with Me. He’ll sneak in bed with Me and c.c. at night and I find him with his face in My crotch or My pit. Little fucker wants his Daddy all to himself and will fight anybody, even adults who try to horn in on his scene. Goddamn faggot, He’s so into Me I already know what’s gonna go down one day, right cumhole? The looks he gives Me sometimes are fuckin pure unadulterated lust. A fuckin 8 year old is slobbering for My cock without even knowing what his feelings mean. All he knows is he wants Daddy’s attention and does his best to outdo everyone else to please Daddy, and to be near Me. Fucker can hold his own against his superior Brother, the Prince. Mommy is the only tough faggot I know of but I don’t know how she balanced all that. I miss her badly. I wish I could talk to her about this shit. She’d know exactly how to handle this. Poor c.c., she understands Gavin’s desires but it still hurts her a bit that the child she loves and raises gets pissed like it’s a competition for Me. She’s managed to make a game of some shit she does for Me by including him and it’s helped. But I still got the rough stuff to deal with. What do I do with a baby faggot in love with Me and willing to fight everybody to capture My sole attention? Fatherhood is, at one and the same time, fun as fuck and harder than My cock after a week of no sex. Pop has told Me how He’d handled bunny but she’s a pussy. Gavin is not.
Well cumhole, what’s your ideas on the subject. Ever met a subservient faggot who could beat ya up? Ever heard of anything like this before? Get back to Me when ya can.
It’s crazy to imagine Master Chad being lusted over by one of his faggot sons. Of course, Gavin is too young to even understand what he’s doing. It’s pure instinct driving Gavin’s actions, a primordial faghood working itself out.
I’m sure most fathers (Alpha or not) would react in horror if their sons acted like this. I know mine did. However, Master Chad is accustomed to his overwhelming presence forcing subs into deep submission to him. Gavin’s actions are less surprising and more about revelation.
This type of situation, one that so often results in broken relationships, can be handled effectively because Master Chad knows hierarchy so well. Hell, he DEFINES hierarchy! This is why I’m so adamant that people learn hierarchical mechanics. It gives insight where was once only fear.
In terms of what to do, I don’t think there really is anything to do. Gavin is too young to know what he’s doing. Scolding him will only confuse him more.
Just let him grow into whatever nature intends. If Gavin truly is a faggot, then there is no better place for him to embrace his purpose!
