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:
In this context, I’m not commending it, but it does seem like something an Alpha would do.
Your thoughts? I think your readers would find this situation interesting. Maybe it would prompt reader comments.
Thank you for the question!
In short, of course this is Alpha behavior. Most professional athletes are somewhere in the Alpha hierarchy, and we often see Alpha bravado manifest in the heat of competition. It seems like a really stupid thing to do in this case, but the penalty also seemed ridiculous.
Ultimately, polite and “proper” modern society will always fail to constrain or control natural Alpha instincts!
Its Javi Thank you for your advice the other day about Alpha latency, and yea lol your right. I dont see myself as a fag for a number of reasons which I probably list or attach. I would be unable to serve any/all men or be open to it. I do not respond to abuse/degradation, as I do praise. I’m not the biggest fan of bottoming, honestly hatted until I bought massagers and such since riding a dildo is just leg day with extra steps to me, on top of being a laborious process. A lot of “fag” situations/incidents (outside of sex) never happened to me cause I either retaliated or those who would sensed something in me. When I saw myself as a fag it was more based in submitting to a man without respect to him and his abilities that he was more capable and better than I; it was not admiration. I was raised to be better than my parent this was told to me from an early age, so I guess I apply that notion to submission. I tried being a fag for straight men and it sucked I was bored with them and often left or ended things since they wanted to make me feminine so they would be masculine they were very hasty as well with dominating another person. I also don’t like being told what do, as a child I struggled with apologizing, so being a fag isn’t me. However I see 2 lanes for myself after read more post and stories. Understanding the naturalness of dom and sub and how it shows up in nature I can say Im an Alpha but i have no desire to own faggots, control them, impose my will(I do this normally), and being their Alpha if presented the opportunity I would but I wouldn’t;t be seeking it. Lane 1 akin to something like Bruno or Jose a used to be master submitting to a “God” Alpha as you call it (I dislike calling another man God). Reading Bruno’s post & those related to him I see a lot of similarities namely his Master is/was bi, I have consistently attracted bi men also so I can expect any guy into me is bi so that stood out to me. Another similarities was reading Master Jose post and how there was submission to Lorenzo but as I stated mutual respect under full acknowledgment of roles and status etc. Certain aspects also got me hard like how Juan juggle his love for his fag with his desire for heirs, Juan’s acceptance of Lorenzo as his superior and what comes with that. Lane 2 would be that of Master Jase and his Alpha bf a pair of equal that playful compete with one another that is healthy fun and invigorating. Being able to take awe of my partner in their domain and exuding their power thats how you come to deeply respect a person. So yes I see my in lane or lane 2 the most; Submitting to men like Lorenzo, Juan, etc as either their lesser brother or their personal close, bf-like fag. being with an equal and owning fags together. Ideally I think it would be lane 1 since thats what I had envisioned for myself (the advisor of the king) but without having the correct knowledge and framework. Im still open to lane 2 and the possibility of owning a fag but it’s still not something I would hunt for. If any kingly Alphas have any suggests I’d love hearing your thoughts.
More about me (24, 5’10, 190 stocky. US)
I wasn’t weak as a kid, but shy yes. And there were a few times I did get bullied but I genuinely didn’t see it that way I thought the guy was an asshole and ignored him until ppl told me what the was perception and I fought him the next day. Then kicked his ass when he wanted a rematch. I also used to be a bit of bully in grade school, I teased a kid obviously weaker but only cause he was upsetting the class namely the girls. I also beat up a guy in MS cause he wouldn’t let his gf be friends with me & she was too in love to do something. If there is any trauma prob just the challenge that comes with being out/gay at an early age. I knew I was gay at 13 cause I had no love for my gf and had love for guys. I never had a I hate being gay phase it made my life easier in way cause I would have been abusive if I pursued women seriously. Being gay in youth comes with teasing and bullshit from other guys; looking back I never let them do shit to me I mean you can’t stop other’s actions but I always retaliated. I think having do so for such a long time made me view myself a bit lower since so much of my time was spent playing tit for tat that I probably lost a bit of my assertiveness.Im naturally strong its regularly praised of it at work, I have quite a lot of autonomy as person and as a worker I’ve always had leeway at the jobs I had. Also outside of sex I’m typically doing whats seen as alpha stuff. Like yes training and martial arts, self studies into diff subjects like chemistry, cybsec, physiotherapy, languages etc, but namely I do a lot of guiding, helping others move past their own boundaries and limitations, assisting with problems that others think are too big or hard to overcome. Typically for free since its ppl I know and are cool with but, maybe due to the law of transaction I end up getting free stuff or elevated treatment, which I’m grateful for, & often I’ve been asked or begged to accept what is offered or allowed. I guess you could say I was popular since everyone knew me by name but I didn’t know them even in college this remained true. I have more success pulling bi men, than gay men as well, as with bi men i’ve typically submitted and with gay men I dominated or at least was the initiator for things. The gays I’ve been with were more into me than I them(prob something i should work on). I can be a lot for most people I don’t really get depressed or bogged down, Im known as optimistic and willing to try, I’ve had people tell me how I am a inspiration for them and I was just being me. I’m outgoing but reserved, I naturally disarm others. Lastly I think I’m intrigued by Lorenzo as a gay Alpha since I haven’t met any in my area or those who weren’t acting for dating sites and social media; mainly I dealt with straight or bi Alphas and other gays encouraging me to fully embrace faghood.
Sir, thank you very much for following-up on your previous question!
I’m very happy that you’ve made this discovery about yourself! I’ll admit that I suspected you were a latent Alpha, but yours wasn’t a clear-cut case as others have been. I guess my intuition is more finely-tuned than I think! I should listen to my gut more!
It’s so odd to me how many Alphas blow off-course during their development. Your story strikes me as one of the more extreme examples of how gay Alphas get twisted up by gay cultural expectations. For whatever reason, the term “gay Alpha” is viewed as an oxymoron BY THE GAY COMMUNITY. It’s almost like self-sabotage, a sort of self-hating prejudice in the community that I really hate. All it does is cause damage to gay Alphas like you, Sir, and prevents you from truly finding fulfillment.
I love that you went through the archives here and started identifying examples of latent Alphas as well as gay Alphas with whom you identify. This is so important, because you need to reinforce such positive examples in your mind in order to deprogram what others have implanted in your mind. You’ve picked some fine Alpha models, particularly Master Lorenzo. Master Lorenzo and Master Dean are gay Alphas who will never bend a knee to another Man, and to whom all others submit.
Of course, you mostly seem to identify with Master Jose, lower-level Alphas who benefit from some amount of submission to higher powers. There’s nothing wrong with that at all. The Alpha hierarchy is a very real thing, and it exists for a reason. Just keep in mind that it is not faggot behavior for an Alpha to submit to another Alpha. Instead, it’s a rejuvenation, a respectful acknowledgement of power between brothers.
I’m really proud of you, Sir. I’m glad you’re on the road to recovery!
Hi, I’m in mid 30s. Year ago I took a tenant: a student in his early 20s. He’s cute, kind, smart. We got along well. Recently I was tempted to sniff his used boxers, then socks, shoes… I don’t like the smell, it’s smelly, but gets me hard. I started jerking off to them. What do you think about it and how to develop it?
Thank you for the question!
Well, it looks like you’re having an awakening of faggot tendencies! You don’t mention your life/sexuality before this, but I’m guessing you are gay and were living a typical gay life. Many gays try to live traditionally when they are, in fact, undeveloped faggots. You might be in that category.
The sniffing of socks and underwear of Men and Alphas is a pretty typical early symptom of this. We’ve all probably had some variation of this. So don’t be nervous or uncomfortable … what you’re experiencing is perfectly normal.
Developing it involves learning more about being a faggot. You can read my book “Are You A Faggot?” in the bookstore link at the top of this site. There is also a lot of information and video here as well.
I’m not sure what your visitor is like, if he’s straight/gay, Alpha/beta, or your relationship with him. I wouldn’t necessarily attempt to offer him service, but you could offer a foot massage and see how he reacts, I suppose. But more than anything, you really just need to study and meditate.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and times of Master Jace, a legendary God Alpha from Los Angeles that I dubbed “California Alpha” when I met him in 2015. He’s a straight Alpha who has been owning fags since the age of 11 years old.
When I began writing about hierarchy on Tumblr in July of 2015, my sole intention was to relate my own personal experiences and the theories I had developed from years of seducing and serving straight Alphas. I never thought anyone would read it, let alone find evidence that supported my theories about hierarchy.
But almost immediately I was deluged with questions that I instinctively started to catalogue, and it quickly became clear that I had struck a nerve with a bunch of Alphas and faggots.
And then in September of that year, my blog only a few months old, Master Jace appeared in my inbox and turned the entire blog (and my world) upside-down.
At the time Master Jace was a powerful straight Alpha in his mid-twenties who lived in Los Angeles, California. As a good-looking, muscular young Alpha, it wasn’t surprising to learn that he worked as an executive in Hollywood. However, what was surprising was the vast numbers of faggots he owned directly or remotely all around the world. As our conversations grew more intimate and detailed over the months and years that followed, I discovered in him a kind of counterpoint to my views on hierarchy, albeit from the Alpha perspective. His wealth of knowledge about faggot use and ownership reminded me of the incredible and (sadly) anonymous Tumblr Alpha “str8guy4fags2serve” (whose writings I have preserved on Hierarchy University). I thrilled at his graphic depictions of breeding females for money (as a paid Bull) and all of the ways he would train his personal fags.
I uncreatively dubbed him “California Alpha” as my interviews with him continued.
My readers were just as enthralled with him as I was, and my inbox was constantly stuffed with questions about him. As my relationship with Master Jace grew, he would occasionally trust me with pictures and little glimpses into his personal life that I dutifully kept to myself. Honestly, it was one of the most exhilarating relationships I built during those early years of the site.
Then Master Jace began to tell me about his purchase of a large, abandoned winery outside L.A. that he planned as an Alpha retreat and, as he playfully called it, “a fag farm”. When I first revealed Master Jace’s plans for this fag farm, my Tumblr site blew up. Faggots from around the world clamored for an opportunity to serve Master Jace and his Alpha brothers at this fag farm. Alphas who heard about this fag farm were envious and eager to visit it as well.
At one point Master Jace offered me an opportunity to serve as the fag farm’s head faggot, but the timing in my own life wasn’t right.
And then in 2021 – Master Jace disappeared!
I reached out again and again, but there was no answer. I searched my notes to see if there was something I said that made him abandon me. I had no explanation. People would write to me and ask questions about him, and I would hang my head in shame like an abused puppy and admit that he wasn’t talking to me anymore. It was like losing an arm and being haunted by a phantom limb.
But this story has a happy ending. In the last few days I’ve reconnected with Master Jace! His life and his plans have changed a little bit, but he remains in power as always! I’ve been so happy to have his glorious Alpha radiance shining upon me once again (although he claims he never stopped watching over me)!
So I’m in the process of restoring and republishing all of Master Jace’s extensive thread to my platform! It’s going to be paywalled, but I promise it’s going to be worth it!
My name is Jack I live in the UK and I am at this current time a complete failure as a faggot.
I feel like I am not living life correctly. I don’t wear my cage, I don’t serve Men sexually or otherwise anymore and I am basically just a normie now.
However the pull to correct this is ever present. I feel like I was always a better person in chastity than out of it. If I served a man sexually or even in small every day ways it used to bring me a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment that would have me smiling for days.
I’m writing not because I need advice on how to fix this. Deep down I know the answers, I am just in a rut. However I feel surrounded by opportunities to correct it. For example I am in my thirties, I am working with a 21 year old Alpha Male who is feral, he hugs me, humps me, slaps my arse all in the workplace and finds it funny. I’m not sure he finds it anything more than a joke but the idea of just swallowing his load and thanking him and him finding that funny makes me think about him more than I should do.
So I guess the real question I have is have you or any of the faggots reading ever found yourselves stuck in a rut? Like when you break the habit of eating healthy or going to gym for a long time. And if so what broke it? Was it the old Just Do It approach?
Thank you for writing, brother!
First of all, you’re NOT a failure as a faggot! You’ve had the right mentality in the past, so it’s not like you can’t do it.
I think what you’re describing is quite a common problem, and I bet more than a few fags reading this are nodding their heads in recognition of what you’re saying. Look, being a faggot is not easy. People think we CHOOSE to be faggots just like they think we choose to be gay. The same rebuttal applies: why would we ever choose something that makes our lives demonstrably more difficult?? Of course we wouldn’t … and we didn’t. We are simply wired to be faggots, and our path to fulfillment is littered with pain and complications and necessary inconveniences. That’s simply the truth of it.
The question becomes: how bad do you want to feel that fulfillment, and do you want it more than settling into this rut for the rest of your life?
You’re a young faggot with plenty of life and energy left to offer Alphas. I see no need for you to surrender and be miserable in that rut, do you? It’s especially ridiculous to consider given the fact that you have a 21-year-old Alpha giving every signal that he’s ready to learn about his real purpose and discover the truth about faggots! You’ve got this huge opportunity to do something special with this Alpha, and you’re wasting it by talking yourself out of it (“makes me think more of it than I should do”). TAKE ACTION! Ask him if he considers himself an Alpha, lead him into a discussion of hierarchy, and even show him the site and the pyramid of hierarchy. Ask leading questions about what he finds there. Hell, use my “Letter To An Alpha” to strike up a more direct conversation.
There’s simply no reason to be like this, brother. This doesn’t need to be the end for your purpose. Get up and get started!
I would like to pick your brain some, I know I love men and would like to submit to one. The issue is the levels or fag and alpha. when reading your post and stories I would not behave as most fags would. As in the interest and willingness to please is low or more so I dont feel the desperation others do. In terms of request and demands from Alphas thats no issue but in terms of how fags act behave or expected to be just isnt me. I know I could be an Alpha, I’ve had an older man worship me but was disgusted by him and his desperation. So im wondering are there levels to being a fag or some outlier? I dont view myself as lowly and struggle too even try, but I know its best that I am submissive vs being the Alpha since I would be abusive and uncaring in that position.
Thank you for writing to me!
I have a sneaking suspicion that you might be a latent Alpha, even though I don’t see the intensity in you that I often find in other latent Alphas who are truly suffering.
Aside from that, it’s important to remember that not everybody falls neatly into the “Alpha” and “faggot” categories. For instance, there are “beta-subs” who are submissive in general but not faggots. You could very well be one of these other types.
But I want you to deeply consider the Alpha latency material I’ve assigned. There’s something in there that hasn’t been explored yet.
How many faqqots has @amirpounded fucked and bred? It’s impossible to know.
But when confronted by the irresistible God Alpha power of @nathanazzz, he kneels and accepts throat fucking!
There can be only one King!
This is why young Master Nathan Luna has over one million followers on X. He’s gorgeous, sexy, and dominant, and even other Alphas recognize his place.
The faggot is older than Master @nathanazzz, but age is meaningless when it comes to hierarchy.
It’s all about POWER!
Notice how easily it follows his wordless commands, obeying his every direction!
The following post is part of a thread following Kamal, a faggot who has a desire to serve his Alpha professor uncle Farid. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The most difficult help requests I receive from fags involve submitting to family members. Every time I’m asked for help with these, I’m filled with dread. I don’t want to give advice that leads a fag to be ostracized from a family home or into the hands of abusers.
It was even scarier when Kamal approached me about helping him submit to his straight Alpha uncle, because Kamal is Pakistani and that comes with extra baggage. However, I agreed to try and help because Kamal was so honest, open-hearted, and thoughtful. I felt he would have the best chance for success.
And sure enough, it was a success! As I reported last time, Kamal’s uncle, Master Farid, gladly accepted Kamal as his faggot!
I’ve been waiting on pins and needles ever since for the follow-up to this story (and frankly, so have my readers), but Kamal had some trouble getting it together to send … until now.
Just read his magnificent account, which blew away all of my expectations!
I am writing to you from a place I did not know existed until two days ago. I have tried to find other words to describe what has happened, but only yours suffice. The way your website describes certain things are just how i experinced them and there is an honesty in your writing, the refusal to hide the fact that there is much to lose, maybe a lot of pain along the way, but much to gain and to be oneself honestly for the first time is truly an experience without compare. I thank you for your cautious optimism and honesty.
The morning after Farid spoke the words that would restructure everything, I woke up and made my way down to breakfast in a daze. My aunt was there, speaking to him about some wedding in her family—her sister’s daughter, I think, or perhaps her cousin; the details dissolved in the heat of seeing Farid sitting there in a threadbare vest. She was asking him to attend the wedding and he was explaining, with that patient academic tone he uses, that his commitments at the university made it impossible. He offered instead to drive her to her sister’s place, which is a few hours away, and to spend a day or two there with her, which would allow him to explain his inability to attend the actual event to her family in person, and to give her more time with them so she could help with the preparations. As he told her this, he glanced at me quickly, and when I sat at the table he looked me in the eye without stopping his conversation with his wife, but I understood immediately from his gaze that he was lying. He had no academic obligations. The obligation that made his attendance impossible was me. He was buying us a fortnight alone together.
It was decided he and his wife would leave in a day or two, and I would not see him until he returned. The knowledge sat in my stomach like a stone, tense and heavy and radiant.
For the next few days, this tension shifted into something physical. Whenever we were alone and he involved himself with me—his hands on my skin, his mouth taking mine in the quiet hours when the house slept—he was overpowering and reticent simultaneously. Whenever I reached for more, he deftly side-stepped the request. When I asked to be fucked, he would simply touch me elsewhere or pull away with a calm smile that contained no refusal, only delay. He told me we must wait until his return. He spoke of the first time he would penetrate me as if it were something sacred, something he wanted us to be fully present for, without other cares. He said our first time would be something pivotal. “A fulcrum fuck?” I joked and he laughed, genuinely amused. I think that explains why I can’t remember the rest of that conversation. I tend to get lost in a euphoric haze when he’s happy with me.
Two days later, they left. The house emptied of everything but possibility, and I used that emptiness to prepare.
I had a professional full body wax so that I would be smooth for him, because I know he likes that. I also made sure I did some of the chores my aunt had been planning to do for him but had not been able to complete. I did his laundry and ironing perfectly, polished all his shoes that needed polishing, mended a few items of clothing that had lost a button or needed some trivial repair. My aunt and uncle had taken her car so that she would have it with her; my uncle was taking the train home. So I washed and detailed his car as best I could, working my hands into the leather until it gleamed with the same attention I wanted to give to him. Basically, I made sure that anything that had to do with him was perfect.
When my uncle returned, I was in class, so I could not welcome him home. But I made sure to cook his favorite meal for him, the one my aunt makes when she wants to thank him for something. When I returned to the house, he was waiting for me on the terrace. He embraced me warmly and kissed me. It was electric. It felt different than the kisses from when my aunt was there. This was deeper, more overwhelming, like he was not only there with me in the kiss but directing it, supporting it with his hands on my back, guiding my mouth open with a pressure he had not used on me before.
The air was warm and the jasmine smelled as it only can on the last night before it begins to wither—that particular intensity of something at the height of its bloom, aware of its own ending. A languid breeze paid its last respects and moved as if tethered to us, waiting for something to begin. He looked at me for a long time without speaking. His eyes moved over my face with a scrutiny that felt like reading.
Then he said: “I am going to fuck you now, Kamal. It will hurt, maybe even terribly. But I need you to feel the pain. I need it to destroy everything that’s only yours in you, the parts of you that can live without being mine. Or, I can stop and we can both walk away as we are.” I must have looked visibly distressed because he laughed and said, “But don’t worry, I won’t.”
His hands came up to hold my face and he kissed me again. It was a dominating, possessive kiss. When it ended he moved just an inch away and told me to leave him, to prepare and be ready when he called me.
During the hours between his words and the event, I prepared and whilst waiting in my room I read your text, Being Cunted. I marked the pages where you spoke of the proper mental state required for this transformation. For the first time, I understood from the inside what it meant to be prepared. I spent that afternoon in a state of profound stillness, accepting that whatever I believed myself to be until that moment was merely a placeholder for the truth you described. I sat in my room with the book open on my lap and felt my own consciousness thinning, becoming permeable, ready to be rewritten.
When the time came, he led me into his bedroom. Farid did not touch me at first. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me. This lasted for what felt like ages, though it may have been only minutes—time had already begun to behave differently, stretching and contracting according to his attention. He stripped me slowly, his eyes moving over my body with clinical ownership, cataloging every inch he was about to claim. I stood before him naked and trembling, feeling every inch of my skin exposed to his judgment, my hands hanging useless at my sides because I understood that I was no longer permitted to cover myself.
“You are so beautiful.” he said. Then he came for me.
He arranged me on the bed, pushing me down onto my stomach without a word. He used his hand to open me, unravelling me with an aggressive patience that left no room for hesitation. His fingers worked with a deliberation that felt like surgery, like he was clearing a path through me. I felt the weight of him pressing me into the bed, the heat of his clothed body against my bare back. Then he took me.
“If it hurts, feel it.”
He fucked me with a controlled violence that I had never imagined possible. It was not chaotic; it was precise and overwhelming, each thrust delivered with a certainty that suggested he had always known exactly where I ended and he began. He used my body as if it were a tool designed specifically for his pleasure, driving himself deep into me again and again with a rhythm that felt inevitable. I felt my breath leave me, my lungs seizing as he found the depth he was searching for.
I felt something inside me let go. Not break—release. He fucked me past the point where I could track time or distance. I began to weep, and shake, my body convulsing with sobs that seemed to come from somewhere beneath my ribs. I was aware of being gone from myself, floating somewhere above the bed while my body remained pinned beneath him, still receiving, still being used. The room blurred into shadow and light. In that state of near-unconsciousness, using your word, I understood that I was being cunted. The knowledge arrived not as thought, but as sensation, a cellular recognition of what was being carved into me.
He finished inside me. He did not pull away immediately; he held me down with his full weight until I stopped gasping, shivering, trembling. But I continued crying. And he seemed okay with that.
He whispered quietly in my ear, telling me how proud he was of me, how I had proved him right to want me, how strong I was for never having asked him to stop, even when he hoped I would. He kissed me and I remember nothing more.
When I woke the next morning, I discovered The Void.
It is not a metaphor. It is a literal, physical location in my body—a singular point of ache situated low in my belly, just behind the pubic bone. It felt as if a piece of me had been scooped out and replaced with an ongoing hunger that could only be satisfied by him. This Void did not vanish when he left the room or when I returned to my normal life.
Days later, it is still there. I feel it while I am sitting in lectures at college, listening to professors speak about literature and history, my pen moving across the page while my body orients itself toward his absence. I feel it during meals with my friends, as I smile and talk about mundane things, the conversation flowing around me while I remain anchored to this ache. It is an ongoing bodily reminder of the only man who can make me feel whole, the only one who has ever owned me.
My outward life has become a performance. I speak to friends, submit my work to smiling professors, I attend dinners, I laugh at jokes that float aimlessly through the air, but it is all an act, a performance by someone who no longer exists. The Kamal they think they know is gone; he was happily and willingly remade in the shape of Farid’s desire.
I want to say to you also that I could not have understood what was happening to me without your writing. Your words provided the only interpretive frame that made my mental state possible. Without them, I might have tried to categorize this event through the lens of romance or simple lust, and it would have remained elusive and its moment unknown. You gave me the vocabulary to accept the transformation as a revelation of what always was, waiting beneath the surface of who I pretended to be.
Now, when the ache becomes unbearable during the day, I return mentally to a specific sensory anchor: the smell of jasmine in furious bloom upon a warm beating breeze just before he spoke to me. That is where the shift began. That is where I left myself behind.
It is impossible for me to ever tell my family what has happened or who I have become. They see a dutiful son and student; they do not see the faggot who carries Farid’s seed inside him as a permanent mark of ownership. They do not see The Void. They do not see me.
But you do. And because of you, Farid does.
Thank you.
Kamal.
I almost had tears in my eyes reading this account the first time. The events described are so glorious, and Kamal’s expressive depictions of both the physical and emotional elements of his cunting (as well as The Void) are spectacular. I’m practically speechless.
What Master Farid did to Kamal is not easy, especially upon deflowering, but Master Farid did manage to cunt Kamal on the first fuck. It makes me wonder if Master Farid has owned/used fags in the past. If he hasn’t, then Master Farid has an innate understanding of how a faggot is to be used and claimed! As I’ve said before, Alphas have these instincts … but they don’t always act on them.
I chuckled when Kamal described The Void perfectly. I wasn’t expecting that additional perspective, but Kamal’s entire journey into true faghood through cunting and voiding is one of the most complete documents I’ve ever read. It’s a masterpiece!
Fags, read it again and again. This can be the result if you act in honesty, faith, and courage! Straight Alphas are out there willing to own you and give you experiences like this. You’ll never know the satisfying completion of purpose that Kamal feels now unless you try!
To my dear Kamal, thank you for sharing this with me and for trusting me! I think you’re beautiful inside and out, and I can’t wait to hear more of your discoveries as your Master Farid trains you and takes you deeper into your submission!
I’m a fag from Italy and Im noticing some strange behaviour in my alpha bf.
We’ve been dating for 5 months and everything is perfect he is so dominant yet caring, and I always try to serve him in the best way possible… But recently I’ve started noticing how strange he acts around straight guys, he looks diminished around them physically speaking even tho they are objectively even smaller than him sometimes. It feels like he can’t be the top dog around straight men and I gotta be honest… Its really starting to affect my opinion of him, makes me seem him as less of man. I’ve talked about this already with a very close friend of mine, he’s a fag too and he’s the one who made me realize a year ago that I wasnt just “submissive” so I’ve always gone to him for Alpha/fags matter but his response surprised me quite bit. He said that it was normal that even if he’s an alpha he’s a gay one and superior men will always have power over him no matter how alpha he is… Didn’t really sit right with me so after a couple of days later I asked him more questions, like “if he’s an Alpha how can other men be superior to him?” and he said “real men” kinda laughing like it was some obvious shit to which I said that my bf is a real man and he bursted out laughing saying that he was not… I was super confused cause he is generally super respectful of my bf, as a man and as an Alpha and seeing… that I was super confused he continued saying “straight men, real men are straight men. I thought it was obvious to you” and explained that being a gay Alpha makes not difference around real men, that straight guys are our superiors and my bf wasn’t acting weird around them it’s simply how inferiors act around straight men. Even urged me to be more respectful to straight men since I wasn’t aware of this thing (sounded disappointed af lol) and we continued talking about this via message saying that most gays don’t accept this truth that he was disappointed in me, continued saying that the most Alpha gay is inferior to the least alpha straight man, that Straight alphas are on top, then average straight men then gay “alphas”, yeah with quotation marks cause “gay alphas are alphas only to gays, so not real alphas” and even suggested me to write Straight with capital S as a sign of respect from now on which I find exaggerated but I’m doing it when messaging with him. In a way I can understand what he said, my bf actually does look “weaker” than his normal self when he’s around straight men, and I have to admit that I’ve considered straight men real men for years but superiors?! Talking about gays being interior to Straight men like it’s normal?… In really value his guidance, he’s kind of a “senpai” to me(lol), and I have to admit his points are really valid and I’m 80% sure he’s right but I still have doubts and wanted to ask you.
Is it normal that my bf acts this way around straight men? Is my friend actually right or right to some extent?
Thank you for writing! This is actually an important topic!
I understand your feelings, and, as a faggot who has served mostly straight Alphas, I can understand the perspective from a fetish standpoint. All gays have a fetish for straights because of early development attachments we had to straights growing up. We see straights as “ideal” and ourselves as “defective” because SOCIETY views it this way. I refer to this as “gay inferiority syndrome”.
However, it’s really that attitude that is the defect, and not we ourselves.
Your cock-sure fag friend is absolutely fucking wrong. Your boyfriend isn’t diminished or “lesser” because he’s gay. What a stupid thing to say about any Alpha! Master Lorenzo is a gay Alpha, and I’d venture to say he would fuck anyone into oblivion and better than any straight Alpha. Same with Master Dean, another gay Alpha who holds his own with some of the straightest and most powerful Alphas on the planet. The gay Alphas I’ve featured on this site over the years have been incredible Men who could lead armies. They are not diminished in any way … unless they are naturally lower within Alpha hierarchy OR they diminish themselves with thinking like yours.
And here’s what I mean by that: you and your friend are forgetting that Alphas have an internal hierarchy within their fraternity. Your boyfriend might simply be a lower-tiered Alpha among other, more naturally powerful Alphas. Should you respect him less because nature made him to be what he is? So because he’s not an Apex or God-level Alpha, you should suddenly find him less appealing or question his virility?? Do you see how stupid that starts to sound?
But what concerns me most from your question pertains to your Alpha’s own view of himself. Does HE carry that “gay inferiority syndrome” within himself?? Maybe somewhere inside himself he feels lesser than straight Men and Alphas. I sincerely hope not, because he shouldn’t EVER have to suffer from those awful and negative stereotypes! However, that diminishment you describe could very well be an outwardly manifestation of his own feelings of unworthiness! How sad to hear if that is true. The world desperately needs Alpha power, and when it is revealed, it should be adored and encouraged!
Which leads me back to you and your stupid-ass faggot friend. You both should be ashamed of yourselves for disparaging this Alpha. Rather than showing him respect, you went off to cattily bitch about his supposed shortcomings behind his back with your friend. I cannot tell you how disgustingly disloyal that is.
Rather than disparaging his “flaws” as an Alpha, examine your own flaws as his supposed faggot.
hi! i want to know your thoughts on incest. is it acceptable if a father claims his son as a faggot? if so what age is acceptable to start.
Thank you for your question!
Let me preface this response by saying that, in general, it’s illegal in most countries and definitely considered to be morally wrong by most people. But I think you probably know this already.
But Hierarchy is Natural Law, so it doesn’t always conform to every man-made law of modern society.
Hierarchically-speaking, “incest” of the kind you mention is not necessarily wrong. Of course, the son should have some agency over himself and be old enough to understand and consent.
But once those conditions are met, the act of a father taking his faggot son as his own servant is an act of deep love and concern. No father wants his faggot son out in the world being bullied and harmed by careless Alphas. Better to take full ownership of him, train him, and prepare him to fulfill his purpose himself.
And I’m not speaking from an irresponsible or uninformed perspective. I’ve known multiple faggots who are owned (or have been owned) by their fathers, and in each case both the fathers and the sons were deeply fulfilled by embracing their roles with each other.
It may not suit me or most of my readers, but I’ve seen enough joy and fulfillment from these ones to know that this “taboo” element of hierarchy is valid. I’ll never disparage them or their choices.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a shy faggot named Michael who successfully offered service to a straight Alpha who lives in his apartment complex! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
My track record of successfully guiding faggots to submit and serve straight Alphas isn’t luck. My instincts have been honed from many years of doing it myself, so much so that I can correctly advise based on information from an EMAIL. In fact, part of the reason why this site has succeeded is because of my wildly accurate advice column and my hands-on approach.
Of course, some situations are easier than others. Take, for example, my recent advising of a faggot named Michael whom I met on the Hierarchy Discord. One day Michael reached out to me this way:
Hey Sam, I have a possible opportunity and I thought it might be easier to chat with you here than over email. There’s a guy in my building that I think is an alpha and I’ve been subtly serving him. My apartment looks down into a courtyard and I see him smoking in it a few times a day. Whenever I see him coming I hold the door open, I call him sir, I offered him my water when I saw him on the communal treadmill, I carried packages to his door for him, etc. and he always seems to take the service naturally and really enjoy it.
I went out to take out some big trash and saw him again and we started chatting and he mentioned he’s pissed at his girlfriend because she won’t put out lately. I told him anyone should be grateful to be with him and he gave me a big smirk. I’m thinking of offering sexual service to him. Do you think it’s worth it? I think so. I’m just not sure the best way to offer it. He’s straight.
Michael did an excellent job laying the foundation I’m always preaching about, making himself useful to this straight Alpha in a variety of ways. That kind of selfless submission triggers every Alpha’s need to be worshiped.
But the real “tell” comes with how an Alpha reacts to that trigger being pulled. In my experience, the really interested Alphas will start openly telling a faggot that their girlfriends/wives aren’t satisfying them sexually. Straight Alphas do this because they know their sexual power and desirability are irresistible to subs. By saying this, they can then gauge whether or not an inferior male is gay and/or a faggot by its body language and eye contact. This is a long explanation for a primal process that takes literal seconds.
Needless to say, this straight Alpha got the answer he anticipated from Michael.
So I advised Michael to lose the “but he’s straight” mentality, because I was already seeing between the lines of this encounter. I knew with the right approach this Alpha would make a move.
And sure enough, yesterday it happened:
I caught him outside this evening and chatted him up. He mentioned his girlfriend is out of town for a week visiting her sister and her new niece. He said he was pent up and I told him, “there’s lots of people out there that would love to help you with that”.
He gave me that alpha smirk and asked what I meant and I said I would be proud to volunteer if it would help relieve him. He just said “follow me” and So he led me up to his place.
When I got in he shut and locked the door behind me and I got a little nervous but he just pulled down his pants and sat in an armchair and commanded me “get to it, let’s see what you can do” he had a massive hairy cock to match his trim beard and at first I just sort of ran my tongue across it and savored it. I must have started off right because he moaned and pulled my head down on it. I sucked him and got into a deep sub space as he called me a faggot and a slut. He said he knew what I was and what I wanted and it was about time I gave it.
He said I had a cute face so he didn’t mind fucking it and if I was good he might take my ass. After a while he really throat fucked me and came buckets down my throat.
He said I was a good fag and after I cleaned off his cock he lead me out. He didn’t take my phone number, apparently his girlfriend is paranoid and jealous. But I gave him my apartment number and told him to just knock it he needs me.
It felt so good. It felt so right. I’m so glad I acted on my instincts. When I got home I just savored his taste and his scent and fucked myself with a dildo imagining it was him. I hope he takes me up on that offer.
Incredible!!!
Like Michael, I’m also glad he acted on instincts! Hierarchy is all about instinctual impulses, animal impulses. The real trick (and for faggots, difficulty) is seeing the real need or desire behind those impulses. Alphas are born with the ability to see through façades; it’s part of their hunting instinct. Faggots need to develop it.
I’m so happy that Michael managed to serve this straight Alpha. He was patient and submissive and always looking for an opening, and he was rewarded with this straight Alpha’s cum in his tummy!
I found myself unexpectedly overjoyed today after I heard the great news about Clavicular, the looksmaxxing “influencer”/social media barnacle. He was charged with the drugging and raping of a minor female.
Some have complained about the rape charge being without merit given that Clav was 19 and the girl was 16. Yeah, I get it – those laws are DUMB and arbitrary.
But in Clavicular’s case I want the book thrown at him. I’ve already devoted too much bandwidth to that dickless and autistic Pinocchio android and his cult of starfuckers. They’re all such non-entities that they barely have a shadow.
Hopefully Clavicular will find a personality and some value in medium-security prison with the other chomos. But also hope he gets some additional looksmaxxing courtesy of a fellow inmate’s fists.
