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!

At this point straight Master Anthony has absolutely embraced the ownership of his first faggot, my brave little brother Fabien. Not only that, but Master Anthony has introduced faggot use to his Alpha Pack, with his close Alpha friend Henri making the choice to claim his own faggot, a timid little guy named Clement. These two Alpha Masters are young, hot, and more powerful than other Alphas at their age. They’re living the lives of young Kings who are spending their inheritance early.

It’s always interesting to see how Alphas move once they secure a faggot property. Much of what they do tells us how confident they are, how much they are integrating faggots into their daily life.

Judging by this latest update from Fabien, Master Anthony is absolutely and ecstatically proud of owning a faggot!

I would like to give you some news of my life with Anthony!

I have permanently settled in the kitchen to sleep. I decided to do it myself. I was feeling more and more uncomfortable sleeping in the guest room (my former room), feeling like I was intruding on an alpha’s space. The kitchen is big enough, so I managed to put my desk to work and a lot of my stuff in there. Now it’s clearly become the servant’s quarters. Anthony hardly ever has a reason to go there, after all.

I didn’t want to bother Anthony about it, but he brought it up late one night when he saw me heading for the kitchen after he’d sent me off to sleep.  When I explained, he had his delicious smug smile and said “Glad you’re understanding your place in life. Here, a gift to help you sleep!” He took off his dirty socks and threw them at me. I threw myself at his feet to kiss his toes with gratitude. Since then, I’ve slept with his socks on my pillow, kissing them passionately before sleeping. The smell of his feet makes me feel so safe and warm and comfy!

Some routines have evolved. Now, he often has me accompany him to the shower to soap him up, then towel him off from head to toe. And of course, when I’m lucky, he allows me to worship his cock or he even face-fucks me under the shower! Similarly, when he takes a bath, I keep him company by massaging his back and his feet and soaping him up, sometimes friendly chatting with him when he feels like it. 

Recently, Henri came to dinner at the flat, accompanied by sweet little Clément. We served them at the table and while they enjoyed themselves on the sofa. Henri dropped his full glass on the floor, and Anthony said, “Leave it, that’s what stooges are for.” Clément and I smiled at each other. We love it when the Men are arrogant and bossy! We had the privilege of sucking their cocks and licking their feet throughout the evening. Poor Clément still had to sleep on the hard floor in the kitchen and not on my futon, on Henri’s orders, but Henri also followed Anthony’s example and gave him his socks to sleep with.

Yesterday, Anthony took me with him to his gym. I followed him all morning, holding his towel, to wipe it off on cue, and his water bottle, which I would refill when necessary. He had his usual friends and acquaintances around, so I stayed quiet and in the background. Seeing him in his natural environment, taking care of his heroic body and receiving the attention and respect of the other men filled my heart with joy and gratitude. I felt truly privileged, as a mortal allowed to silently serve a god on Mount Olympus.

In the changing room before the shower, I couldn’t resist begging him to let me breathe his armpits. For a moment, I was afraid I’d overstepped my place (according to his rules, I’m allowed to beg him for favors, but I do it as little as possible, if at all, well aware that it’s all about him and his desires). But he looked at me smugly and revealed his armpit, saying “Enjoy, boy!” And of course, I went with him to the individual shower to soap him up, suck his cock and towel him off!

I’m living a dream. I am very busy and often exhausted, but every time my Master gives me a satisfied smile, a thumbs up or, better still, ruffles my hair or says ‘Good boy’, I know I’m living the life I was meant to live! As long as Anthony is happy, I am filling my purpose and I know my existence is justified!

And I owe all of this largely to YOU, my big brother Sam! I’ll never thank you enough!

Bravo!

The thing that really sets Master Anthony apart from other faggot owners at his age is his infectious joy when using Fabien. He seems to truly love owning this little faggot who does everything he commands. He’s not afraid to share this joy with his faggot like so many less-secure Alphas do, those Alphas who think Alphahood can only be expressed through brutality and hate.

Master Anthony already knows better than these other Alphas. He knows that he doesn’t need to scream and yell and get violent to be superior to Fabien or any faggot. He just IS SUPERIOR, and this knowledge fills him with a quiet strength and confidence that comes through even as transmitted by Fabien.

Can you see the difference?

I’m unbelievably proud of my little Fabien. He gave his heart and life to Master Anthony in the trust and belief that he would be safe kneeling at his feet, and that faith has led to an enviable and fulfilled life as the faggot of a great young Alpha!

Think about this: All that has happened here – Master Anthony’s acceptance of faggot worship, Master Henri’s discovery of faggots, and Clement’s fulfillment as Henri’s slave – happened because one little faggot named Fabien had the courage to submit and serve!

One faggot can make all the difference by being true to itself and serving with an honest, open heart!

This clip is one of multiple scenes in the 2006 gay porn film “Heat Of The Moment” starring Blu Kennedy and Danny Bitho.

Bitho plays the Alpha roommate of closeted fag Kennedy. Through seduction (and some hot verbal) Bitho is able to get Kennedy to submit and service him.

One of the great clips ever! TURN IT UP!

I’m a college student, been a faggot all my life, started to suck dick right after I turned 18. I’ve this one alpha straight man living on my flat, seperate rooms. From the dick print I see on his pants, he has a massive cock.

We share some classes, he knows I’m gay, we interact every now and then. I want him to turn me into his slave, and fuck me or atleast let me suck his dick.

How do I approach him, and get a taste of that alpha cock?

Thanks for the question, brother!

First of all, you need to get some focus. You might not be able to service his cock, but you might still be used as his slave faggot. Are you prepared for that? 

It doesn’t sound like you’ve had the kind of interactions that would allow you to start offering help or service. You might be able to offer to make him some food or give him some food (always a good opener), but going up and offering to do his laundry might be a bit much.

I’d suggest this: next time you talk to him, ask him if he considers himself to be Alpha. If he’s as Alpha as you suggest, he will say yes. Engage him in a discussion of Hierarchy, and ask him what qualities define Alphahood or why Alphas are important in society. 

If he asks you why you’re asking, direct him to this site and the opening post about Hierarchy. Ask him where on the chart he feels he ranks. This is going to get his attention. He might even ask you where you rank; if he does, you MUST be prepared to tell him you’re a faggot! This will startle him, and he will take it seriously. 

I recently had a faggot use my “Letter To An Alpha” post (in the sidebar) to help an Alpha friend of eight years take ownership of him. You could use that, too. 

This stuff works. I’m offering it to you free. Just use it.

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Hi Sam. I’m not sure if you remember me but I asked you for advice a few years ago regarding a situation with my hockey teammate who I was also roommates with at the time. After I tried and failed to assert myself I updated you about well him using his underwear on me and I wanted to update you. A few years later and my hockey career is over. I lost my edge completely on the ice and couldn’t compete physically at all. Instead of training I spent my days sniffing my roommates dirty laundry and performing chores for him. Towards the end of the season he was performing on the first line and I was a healthy scratch. He knew it and would mock me relentlessly, but he had won. On the last day before we had to leave for the end of the season he finally fucked me. I would putty in his hands by that point and he knew it. He had me in a mating press and came deep inside me and it was pure euphoria. He actually went on and now plays college hockey but I couldn’t get him out of my mind so now I followed him to his college (I don’t go there I just live in town) and I watch his games like a fan. Sometimes it’s so embarrassing because I used to be better than him, but now I just feel like an utter simp.

This question is a follow-up to a thread from FWA dating 2022/2023 that has been restored and read by CLICKING HERE!

Oh, awesome! I LOVE hearing back from old stories and receiving updates! Thank you for being faithful and following up with me! 

I do indeed remember your story! How could I forget it? And while FWA technically is gone, I have the archives stored in the new database and I found both of your “Questions From Readers” from 2022/2023 in there! I went ahead and recreated both posts here on the new site in order to properly present your update two years later! That’s how much I appreciate you getting back to me! 

In my response to your previous question (from January 2023) I told you it looked like you were becoming this Alpha hockey player’s faggot. Looks like I nailed that prediction! This is about as Hierarchical as any story I’ve ever heard, and the lessons it holds about the nature of Alphahood are profound. 

I’d now really love to know if he’s breeding other faggots, or if he bred you just to assert dominance. I’ve heard of some straight Alphas doing this, so it makes me curious now that I’ve heard this follow-up.

You feel like a “simp” because he took away your masculinity. This is a result of your own actions, right? You decided to try and subjugate him and make him your bitch (your words), but he turned the tables and thoroughly did that to you instead. It is purely a battle for dominance, and he decisively won. 

I feel like you’re lost and hiding in the shadows stalking him. You’re pining for him and his power. He bred you with his seed, and it’s now coursing within you. You’ve been claimed. It’s only natural that these things pull you to him.

So why don’t you make contact with him, kneel, and offer yourself as his faggot? It’s what you really want. I’m sure he could use a servant like you in his busy life. He’s already bred you, and seeing you submit to him after a couple of years will instantly demonstrate how powerful he is. He’s not going to turn you down. 

It’s what you need to do, brother. Stop living in this twilight world of indecisive wandering and embrace purpose! 

Your other questions can be found here: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/category/fag-bobby-hockey-player/

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Hi Sam, you may remember me from some months ago (or you may not) as the alpha hockey player who was trying to force his other annoying alpha teammate into faggot submission. You gave me advice about walking around barefoot and naked. Wrestling and attempting to humiliate him whenever I could to force his tendency’s to show. Well… it backfired. At first he thought I was just acting kinda strange to bug him at first constantly walking around naked but eventually I did get him to wrestle me and even though he is much skinnier than me he actually beat my ass. He takes time to remind me whenever he can and started asserting himself more in our apartment. Eating my food, taking my shelf space etc. and since I knew he could kick my ass I let him. Over time it has affected my play and my leadership in the locker room. He’s taken my spot on the first line and my presence in the locker room. Recently Ive been having strange fantasies about him and I hate it because he’s such a dick. Recently I was in the showers with him and he caught me staring at him as I didn’t even realize my dick was growing hard. It was extremely embarrassing and I need to know how to reassert myself. Do I need to take combat classes?

[ archived follow-up to THIS QUESTION from January 31, 2023 ]

Welcome to the wonderful world of Alpha politics! It’s complex, brutal, and necessary! Sir, I’m sorry this happened to you! This is an unexpected outcome for sure, one I couldn’t have anticipated just based on your initial description. However, it does aptly illustrate the electric fluidity of the power exchanges within the Alpha fraternity. So I take it you’re not interested in serving this Alpha now that he has asserted his dominance over you? He’s clearly demonstrating that he owns you to some social degree. He probably looks at you like you’re a faggot (or at least HIS faggot). Many faggots would adore these circumstances, but I can certainly understand why you would reject that idea, Sir. If you really want to reassert your dominance and challenge him, you’ll need to take certain steps. First of all, you’ll need to stop him from taking your food and other stuff in the living space. These are simple rules of ownership (it’s literally your stuff) that should be respected. The trickier part is the physical dominance. How much does this mean to you, Sir? Do you want to risk a violent episode for the sake of your Alphahood? If you do, you’ll need to prepare yourself for the confrontation. As a faggot, this is tough to answer. My answer would be to submit completely, but as an Alpha that might be unacceptable to you, Sir. However, I would add that there is nothing wrong with being his subordinate Alpha brother. You can still be Alpha to his Apex Alpha.

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Sup fag Sam, I reached out to you recently and I wanted rob thank you for getting back to me in a timely manner. There’s quite a few alphas on my hockey team, but there’s one in particular that I clash with a lot (he’s my roommate as well). He’s good looking, but his long blonde hair and thin chiseled body looks kind of feminine to me. We argue a lot back at the apartment, and to be honest there’s nothing I’d like more than to look down on his once smug arrogant face and light eyes as I proceed to skull fuck the shit out of his. He definitely seems alpha to me, but I’m wondering… have you ever heard of an alpha becoming another alpha’s bitch? And if so, do you have any good suggestions on how I can start him on that journey. 

[ This is an archived question from July 5, 2022 ]

Thank you for writing, Sir. If you look on my Hierarchical pyramid that opens the site, you’ll see I’ve created a kind of Hierarchy among Alphas. That is intentional. Alphas have a sort of Hierarchy amongst themselves with lesser Alphas serving more powerful Alphas. How to start that with another Alpha might be a bit trickier, but I think a lesser Alpha (or worse, a faggot disguised as an Alpha) could be baited into submitting, Sir. First of all, you need to be barefoot in the shared living space at all times. Watch your roommate’s eyes. Start walking around naked or nearly naked. Rub your cock/balls within his eye-line, and maybe even talk about how you need to unload. You’ll need to watch carefully for subtle clues (they will be very subtle), and then use any subtle clues to your advantage.  Alpha subjugation is a bit like a wrestling match, which brings me to my next point: wrestling and horseplay can lead to some revealing moments (like accidental boners). If you can, try wrestling around with him and get him in a submissive hold where you can taunt him and tease him as your bitch.  Anything you can do to coax his true nature out of him (if there is anything) must be fairly bold and unapologetic. To get him to submit to you and suck your cock, you will definitely need to overpower him with your own show of Alphahood, Sir. Good luck! Let me know how it goes!  

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I think I am dating a god alpha and he says that I am an Apex. So we like to know what is your definition of those.

Thank you both for writing, Sirs! I love to hear from Alpha couples! 

I go over the differences in the post pinned to the front of this site (HERE), but I will go over it a little more.

I think Alphas in general are fairly easy to define for the most part. They are Men who are superior to lesser males physically, socially, economically, and romantically. 

Among Alphas, there are certain Alphas who seem to be ones that other Alphas defer to and follow. These ones are Apex Alphas. There are a variety of reasons why they Alphas “submit” to these Apex Alphas … perhaps due to their advanced knowledge, their expertise, their looks and physique, or their social/economic placement. Whatever the reason, these “lesser” Alphas look up to Apex Alphas.

A God Alpha is sort of an “ultimate Alpha” amongst an Alpha Pack, the de facto leader to whom other Apex Alphas “submit” and follow. The God Alphas I’ve known easily take over rooms of other Alphas and are always the natural center of attention. 

I will add this: the fact that your partner (the one you’ve identified as a God Alpha) told you you’re an Apex Alpha tells me he DEFINITELY is a God Alpha. He recognizes that he is your superior and your leader and accepts/embraces that role and is able to clearly identify both roles between you. That is something a self-actualized God Alpha can and will do!   

I hope that makes it clearer, Sirs! 

If you ever want to share your story with me, I’d love to feature it. Alpha couples are rare and mysterious enough that I think it would be good to examine it in detail and have a prototype for how it can work. You can write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com.

Thank you, Sirs!  

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a British faggot named Benjamin who successfully used my “Letter To An Alpha” to submit to his straight Alpha friend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

My fag brother Benjamin stunned me with his previous email that detailed his use of my “Letter To An Alpha” to come out as a faggot to his straight Alpha friend as they were on their way to a cabin for a getaway. The response of his Alpha friend to this new information was quite immediate and powerful, and it led to some interesting first few days together in that cabin.

Now Benjamin has written a follow-up email detailing the second-half of their cabin stay, and beyond. It gets wilder from here:

To pick up where I left off, the rest of our time in the cabin was a comfortable (for him especially) routine of service and submission. I cooked, cleaned and managed everything while Master relaxed, ate, drank and did whatever he wanted. There were only 2 other instances where our usual routine was broken.

The first came on the 6th night of 9. Master took an empty bottle out of the waste bin, and took it with him into the bathroom. As a fag, even my brain was able to process what he was doing, and I immediately got very excited that he was about to permit me to drink his Alpha piss, even as I was disappointed that I could not drink from the tap in service brother. He emerged about 5 mins later with what must have been around a litre (half a coke bottle!) which he proceeded to place into the freezer. I will admit I was confused brother, but I did not question Master and his infinite wisdom. Close to an hour (I think) later, he ordered me to retrieve the bottle and kneel in between his feet on the sofa. Master told me this was my first test. I had 1 minute to drink the entire bottle. Any spillage and I would be out. And left in the bottle and I would be out. Seeing as my only option to become his personal fag was to down it all, I went for it. Ice cold piss, even from an Alpha, is not easy to chug down Brother. This fag had to power through brain freeze, and suppress it’s gag reflex to such a bitter, strong taste, to take it all in. I managed with a few seconds left, but had to curl up on the floor at his feet for a minute afterwards until the brain freeze had subsided. In this time I vaguely remember the sound of Master laughing and the feel of his boots sole on my cheek. But I passed Brother, and that is what matters.

On the second to last night, the other test occurred. Master complained in the morning that his balls were full. This set off fireworks in my fag brain. Was I to be able to serve him sexually that night. No was the answer. But he did let me contribute. I was to spend time on Masters hookup apps finding a lady who met his criteria, and organising her coming to the cabin, fucking him, and leaving. I was to pretend to be Sir in this time and I was very successful. I found a 26yo who met Masters physical requirements and matched his kinks closely, and she was set to visit at 7pm. He was pleased, and told me he had made arrangements for me while he was busy. I was to curl up in Masters suitcase, which he then packed with a week and a half’s worth of his dirty washing, mainly underwear and t-shirts from his morning runs. It was fag heaven. I was told that he would be placing the suitcase under the bed. And sound, movement or anything which interrupted his fun, and I would fail my probation. And that is how I spent 3 hours in a suitcase under a bed hearing the ecstasy of a woman being fucked by an Alpha God. The combination of smells, sounds and the slight rhythmic pressure I could sometimes feel from above had me leaking the entire time. Eventually, he pulled the suitcase out and released me again. He did not say I had failed, or done well, only to pack his stuff ready to leave the next day. I will confess brother that in that moment, while packing his belongings, I had one moment of weakness. I searched Masters room high and low for any sign of a used condom, but I found nothing brother. In hindsight it was stupid to think a God would use one, and even if he had, I would not have deserved it, but his constant domination across the weak fried my fag brain.

The next day I drove us home, which was pleasant. Master was behaving almost as he had before, but still calling me fag. He said he had enjoyed the holiday and was already talking about doing it again. I dropped him home and he ordered me to be there again the next morning for his housework. That has become a weekly thing now. I do a week of work, and my Sundays are now spent cleaning Masters entire house, doing his meal prep for the week and if I am lucky a full foot clean and massage while he watches the game. I enjoy spending time with him, and he is very complimentary about the job I do on his house and his feet when I am privileged to do so.

Lastly, we are already planning another trip. As of this week he has found a different cabin, 2 bedroom, with a hottub that he would like. It would cost me about £2000, which is worth it for Master. And I can’t help but hope, given the timescale, that it is meant to be around the time when I pass my probation and become his full fledged personal faggot.

Can you believe this?? I find this experience to be truly amazing!

First and foremost, it never fails to shock me how rapidly purely straight Men adapt to faggot ownership. Years ago when I started the site that eventually became this monster I was constantly harassed by people who mistakenly insisted that straight Men would never do anything with a faggot. Clearly I (and others) have collected so much proof that they do that it’s irrefutable.

Benjamin’s story also serves to remind us to stop projecting our own needs and hopes onto our Alpha, but rather we should serve regardless of how he demands. There were multiple moments where Benjamin hoped for something (like drinking Master’s fresh piss, or sucking his dick) that didn’t happen. Disappointment in that can lead us to resentment or anger, but Benjamin rolled with it nicely!

And finally, Benjamin’s story reinforces something I’ve said forever, namely, that you cannot retain a friendship with an Alpha once you become his faggot. Before this trip, Benjamin was a close friend of this Alpha, close enough to be someone he’d want to hang with on a cabin vacation. But in just the space of a few minutes, really, Benjamin became this Alpha’s faggot, his toy, his slave … and not his friend.

And that friendship is gone for good.

Instead of being his friend, Benjamin became the faggot stuffed in a suitcase under the bed who was forced to listen to his Master do what he cannot: fuck and breed a woman! It’s something like what my second straight Master did to me that I call The Nuclear Option in that it totally realigns a faggot’s brain and makes it more obedient. I honestly always thought my Master made that up and I was the only faggot who ever suffered through it, but I’ve encountered it so many times now I’m starting to believe there is some kind of straight Alpha playbook floating around!

Or, perhaps, it’s just simply Hierarchical truth!

I thank Benjamin for sharing his thrilling experience of submission and service to this powerful Alpha Master! I have no doubt more is coming!