There’s this new and hilarious song making the rounds on social media, and it’s shocking how good it sounds. Apparently it was made with AI.

When AI starts understanding sarcasm and parody, we’re all in trouble!

Sam what is your feeling about faggots being smacked down in public? I was in a backroom and a beautiful Alpha was fucking a faggot’s mouth against the wall and then pulling out to slap the faggot around pretty damn hard. The faggot would recover and get back on his cock. Probably eight guys were watching this and no one said anything. I’m a faggot myself so it’s not my place question an alpha but I was surprised the other men seemed to enjoy watching the faggot getting slapped around. I confess I was turned on by the Alpha’s command of the situation.

Thanks for writing! 

Well, my opinion about faggots getting smacked down in public is the same as in private – it shouldn’t need to happen, but it does. I actually think Alphas do this reflexively, without thinking. It’s pure, heat-of-the-moment instinct. And it probably can’t be stopped entirely, although a good and pleasing faggot will win over its Alpha’s heart over time and the smacking/abuse should lessen. 

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Hey Sam, I wrote to you in January about learning and accepting my place as a faggot. I had always been around alphas being a football and baseball player. I have accepted my place as a faggot and try and stay locked as much as possible. In my search for an alpha to serve on grindr I came across a discreet frat boy at the college near me and he is a faggot as well. I like to dominate him from time to time. I introduced him to chastity and he has a cage that he wears occasionally. He loves being fucked by me but I’m at a crossroads on fucking him again before the semester ends. I’ve thought about trying to find an alpha to fuck him and cuck me or both of us serve him but idk if he would be open to it. I’m not sure he is familiar with the hierarchy but he knows he’s a fag in a general way. Why do I want to only dominate him?

Thank for writing! 

Are you sure you aren’t dealing with Alpha Latency? In other words, are you suppressing Alpha instincts because you think you’re supposed to be submissive?

Here’s what I think you should try: Think about the times you’ve submitted to Alphas and how you felt, and then compare that feeling to how you feel when you’re using that faggot. Which one satisfies you more? Which one completes you more?

That should give you a clearer idea of what you truly are and which way you should go. 

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Appreciate the quick response faggot. It has definitely helped in answering some confusions I’ve had about everything and alleviated some of the frustrations but they are still somewhat there. If anything I am more conflicted, intrigued and annoyed by more questions. There is some truth to what you had spoken about regarding some trauma or influences that might have suppressed that. Growing up religious also had me denying any sexual interaction with males. I would say men but faggots aren’t. Growing up like that also made turn a blind eye to all the Alpha talk, I didn’t believe in those labels and way of thinking. So I can attribute being religious to what might have caused the “Alpha Latency” among other things as well.

You wondering about what would happen if I had a fag in front of me worshipping my feet actually turned me on. I would be lying if I said it didn’t. Just the thought of that did. Even thinking of it right now is. As ive said before, im in a very conservative place so most will not do stuff like that in fear of it coming out. It also limits me as well. Ive met some who I could tell were faggots but are friends, family. Also have seen strangers or coworkers who exhibit that behavior but all of these can get messy.

This is a follow-up to THIS QUESTION.

Thank you for getting back to me, Sir! 

I think your answer completely validates my suspicion about your true nature, Sir! I’m glad you’re able to isolate incidents in your life that may have been holding you back, because that’s how you can eliminate them and move past them! 

I think you should find a foot faggot and start exploring this side, Sir. Foot worship is fairly tame stuff, and shouldn’t be hard to find even in the most conservative areas. The rest will come with time and increased confidence! 

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I’m always fascinated by Alphas who embrace their Alphahood very young (like in the 11-15-year-old range). It certainly tracks with my belief that Alphas are born that way. However, the insecurities that plague all adolescents seem to be missing from these Alphas. It’s almost as if they emerged from the womb already understanding that they’re different than others … superior. By the time their superior bodies start puberty, they seem to be ready for it, eager for it, like prize-winning racehorses agitated in the starting gate. There’s no awkwardness, no hesitation. Only an anticipation of even greater glory to come.

They’re like princes eager to receive their inheritance and become Kings.

Alpha Lucas certainly fits that description. His wonderful mother Sophie recognized her son is different from other boys his age, and when I found out that he was subjugating other boys and forcing them to worship his feet, I recognized it, too!

Alpha Lucas has been in constant communication with the glorious Master Dean, and he has been mentoring Alpha Lucas on faggot ownership and how best to lead inferiors. It’s quite clear that Alpha Lucas is a quick learner, too. Here’s a letter Alpha Lucas sent to Master Dean, which he also sent to me to update me on his progress:

I wanted to give You some news! Things are still going great for Me! I must say My Mother is quite reassured. I’m developing My power without it interfering with other aspects of My life!

Over the past few weeks, I’ve often spent several days with My servants (I have a dozen now!), one in turn, to deepen their submission. And I really love training them to worship My feet! I’ve instituted a ritual with each of them: when I sit on the sofa and put my feet on the coffee table, they must remove My shoes and socks only with their teeth, then kiss and lick My feet. When I sleep at their place, I obviously take their bed, and they sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. I give them My socks to sleep with, so they can kiss them and inhale My scents during the night.

Also, something pretty crazy happened to Me! Some time ago, I gave a beating to a guy in My class who was getting on My nerves. The whiner went to complain to his big brother. So that dude came up to Me after class. He’s a pretty muscular, manly-looking guy. I thought I was going to have to fight him off and get My ass kicked, but I stood up to him proudly and explained why I’d knocked his little brother to the ground. Then the guy grinned and said, “You’re a real Alpha, aren’t You? Don’t worry, I’ll tell my brother to show you some respect.” The next day, the little brother came to see me, head down, and he begged Me to forgive him, told me that his big brother had scolded him and told him to start submitting to his betters instead of complaining behind their backs, and that from now on he would be obedient and respectful with Me.

Later, I saw the big brother again, looking all joyful, and he asked Me if he could do something for Me, said I could call him if I wanted anything. I invited him home once, and he cooked for Me and massaged My feet while I watched TV. The guy’s almost 18! And he recognizes My superiority! He likes to obey Me! That’s just great! Damn, I love it! I think he’s going to be My favorite inferior!

Breathtaking!

First and foremost, it’s not proper for me to refer to Lucas simply as an Alpha … because he’s now a MASTER and OWNER of a dozen faggots! That’s a huge stable of faggots at just 15 years old!

But even more impressive (and significant) was his encounter with the two brothers. Between the two brothers there is a natural age-based hierarchy, with the 18-year-old brother acting as the “Alpha”. But when they dared to confront a natural Alpha like Master Lucas, they were both forced (by nature itself) into submitting to him!

Master Lucas has been claiming the status of God Alpha for a little while now, but I was hesitant to admit that about him because of his youth. But now that lower-level Alphas are submitting to him, it might be fitting to start that conversation! His status as a God Alpha will be further clarified as he builds out an Alpha Pack and leads it, but I do think Master Lucas is very likely a God Alpha in the making!

I feel so blessed to be able to chronicle Master Lucas’s ascension! His power, intellect, intuition, and ambition is enthralling to witness!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Master Mike is a straight Alpha. He’s athletic, muscular, and he’s been fucking women his entire life. When Benjamin submitted to him, he took ownership of his first faggot because it excited him to be so powerful that even males wanted to serve his needs. It was nice to own a faggot that would clean and cook and do laundry, etc., while he focused on enjoying his life and fucking random women every weekend.

But the more Master Mike watched Benji’s obedience, the more powerful he became. He wanted to see how submissive he could make this little faggot under his control. He knew the big cock between his legs would be life-changing for his faggot, and the cum inside his balls would alter its genetics forever. That POWER Alphas have, it’s intoxicating … both for the faggot as well as the Alpha.

So Master Mike finally decided to use Benji’s throat, and he discovered two truths: (1) using a faggot sexually doesn’t make a straight Alpha gay, and (2) faggots serve Men the way Men deserve to be served. He was WORSHIPED in ways no female could ever imagine, and Benji provided pleasure that Master Mike didn’t know was possible. But underlying all of that pleasure was the rush of POWER he felt, like an undertow, pulling Master Mike to go deeper.

Soon, Master Mike was forcing his dick into Benji’s pussy. And that really changed the game. After pumping his first load into his faggot, he realized that he OWNED that hole – it belonged to HIM ALONE. Once again, the POWER of breeding a faggot, having his Alpha DNA enter his faggot’s bloodstream and reprogram it from the inside, was intoxicating!

Now Master Mike fucks females, but he confidently knows he always has his loyal, obedient faggot waiting him case he needs anything at all. That is the way Kings live. And Master Mike is certainly a King.

From my perspective, Master Mike is also extremely intelligent and articulate, so I asked him to write some thoughts to his straight Alpha brethren about owning and using faggots.

What he wrote was, as always, beautifully worded:

I am still not over the rush of totally dominating him. Been putting at least 2 loads a day into his holes and I dont plan on letting up. His pussy is just too good to pass up. And so convenient too. I literally dont need to move from where I am. Just whistle and he will crawl to me. A snap of the fingers and he will suck me off for as long as I want and take me all the way down. A look and he climbs on and rides me in reverse until I cream his cunt. Such a good arrangement. And I always thought ass-to-mouth was a porn thing but damn the little fag just did it to clean me off. So attentive.

He is a good fag. Very hard working and very very good at his job. Can you believe a faggot like that is in management? Seems kind of ridiculous to me honestly. I have put so much cum in him he might actually get pregnant. Not that I need any more children. Barely a good enough dad for my two boys already. There has been a pretty big change in him. I don’t know how to describe it. First there is a bit of desperation about him. Big puppy dog eyes whenever he doesn’t have an immediate task to do. And my god he seems desperate for an invite into the bed whenever I am heading to sleep. Then there is the glazed over look he gets when I enter his cunt. It’s like his brain just short circuits. He loses all thought and just whimpers. His dicklet is as hard as it can get in his cage which isn’t much lol. And then there is the post fuck behaviors. I assumed it was just normal for faggots but he has taken to resting his forehead on me until I tell him to fuck off. It is always my shoulder (so his nose is in one of my pits) or the middle of my chest or once just below my belly button so his nose was in my pubes. I left him once to see what happens and he just falls asleep. I dont know what it is particularly but honestly it makes me feel very powerful so I dont really give a fuck. Chicks tend to catch feelings and want a relationship where we are equals and they get treated like a princess. That ain’t me. What I say goes and if they dont like it they can fuck off. But Benji takes what I give and thanks me for it. Usually with much more enthusiasm than any bitch has ever mustered. God Alphas like me deserve good head as well as holes to plough. And good head requires enthusiasm and gratitude for the cock in their mouth as much as technique and a lack of dignity. Benji is firmly the best head I have had. He hits all 4 of those criteria perfectly. So to answer that question yes I have seen my faggot embrace every smell and taste and sensation and internalize it. Make it a part of himself and give it a higher value than he gives to his own thoughts or desires. And I have never met a female capable of anything near that on a long term basis like Benji has done.

To other straight Alphas I would say take it at your own pace. Find a faggot you like. One who understands your desired service. Make them work for rewards. Test them. Push them to the highest standard. Feel out their comforts and get to know them. Build their trust in you and make them feel safe around you. Then once you know them make a big move. One which challenges their limits. Remove their control beyond one decision. Full submission to you or leaving. If you have done the first part right they will choose you. After that you have control. Keep pushing and dont let up. Don’t let them have time to second guess you or their choice to submit. And dont give them your cock until you have fully broken any and all resistance. It is a faggot. It wants your cock. Your cock is a goal. Only give it once you want to and they have earned it. This will reinforce good behavior and your power. But do not be scared to use a faggot sexually. A disposable faggot or one who has earned your cock is possibly the best fuck. Women have rules and limits and want to cum before you do. A faggot knows it is there for your use. It will take whatever pounding you give in whatever position you put it in. It will not ask you to wear a condom and cannot get pregnant. It will clean you off afterwards and thank you for the fucking privilege. It knows it doesn’t deserve to cum and if trained right will not even touch itself around you.

Every man should have a fag. Every man deserves that service.

I am enthralled by Master Mike. He’s challenging, but such a pleasure to serve. Benjamin is among the most fortunate fags on Earth to be owned by this great straight Alpha!

And to all of the straight Alphas out there reading this, please listen to what your God Alpha brother is teaching you. It’s the truth, and it will truly set you free!

The following post is part of a thread following James, a sub male who came to understand that he’s really a faggot based on his life experiences and by applying what he’s learned at Hierarchy University! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Faggots are expert liars. They spend most of their lives lying to family and friends about who they really are. They lie to bullies to prevent harassment.

But most of all, they lie to themselves. They desperately try to avoid accepting the truth about their purpose as a faggot. They constantly stop and start their journey of acceptance in the futile hope it will somehow just go away.

But it never does, does it ? That’s why this site exists, why the podcast exists, and why I wrote a book titled “Are You A Faggot?”. All of these tools I’ve created are designed to help a faggot accept itself and embrace truth.

One faggot who is currently in a Dom/sub relationship, James, stumbled onto this site and the podcast and decided he needed to find out answers to his lifelong desires. He bought my book and read it, finally coming to the conclusion that he is, indeed, a faggot.

Here’s what he wrote:

I recently came across your podcast on Spotify. I had been looking for content about the kink/gay lifestyle, and after a few misfires, I found Fags Worship Alphas.

Growing up in a small town in Canada, the term “fag” or “faggot” carried so much weight, turmoil, and fear. I was terrified of being found out, bullied for being gay. Living in a town full of churches—and an even larger number of rednecks—I was often targeted for not fitting in.

So hearing you calmly and confidently refer to yourself and others like you as fags and faggots… I have to admit, the first few times were jarring, to say the least. But as I learned about the basic outlines of hierarchy, I realized: we all have a space, we all have a role to fill, and it’s almost as if these roles were pre-chosen for us. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before I was singing along to the intro of the podcast and hearing the word without feeling fear.

The more I listened, the more I came to the realization that my true role in life is that of a faggot. I haven’t fully unpacked what this means yet, but I know, deep down, that I am one.

I’ve had three long-term relationships in my life, and I’ve always been drawn to men I felt were Alphas—knowing I enjoyed serving them. The last two didn’t turn out great. The first was what you would call a Destroyer Alpha—low-level and greedy. The second was a sheep in wolf’s clothing, just putting on an act. But the man I currently find myself with oozes sex, pride, courage, and strength. He is someone I would truly serve for life.

Relationship dynamics aside, even in my daily life I’ve always chosen to provide service to others—in work, in friendships, in everything. I’ve developed the ability to pick up on cues, to know who needs service and how I can please them.

Looking back, I think every sexual encounter I’ve had has involved me serving Alphas.

Now, just a few days in (about 30 episodes), I find myself understanding hierarchy as the truth we all live. The other day I looked at myself in the mirror, smiling, and said out loud, “James, you are a faggot. I AM A FAGGOT.”

Even as I write this, I know I want to live the life of the faggots you speak of. I want to serve my Alpha. I want to be put in chastity. I want to help my Alpha ascend to higher levels of Alpha-hood. I want to feel what it’s like to truly be cunted…

I want to embrace my truth.

That’s a powerful endorsement of Hierarchical truth and a beautiful description of his acceptance!

But what often happens when a faggot accepts its purpose is a meditative examination of its life and experiences. A faggot will connect the dots and start to see how it was always a faggot, verifying to itself that it is actually a faggot.

That’s what James did, too. He recalled a few adolescent incidents that clearly indicated what he was meant to be, and he wrote about them as well:

I recently purchased a copy of Sam the Faggot’s Book “Are You a Faggot” thought the Hierarchy University Website. I wanted to confirm some things you could say… 

For a 27 page read I can say I took the time and read it thoroughly cover to cover then again… and again. Only to come to the question am I a Faggot or just a submissive horny bottom? So I have taken a few days and thought things thoroughly and came to one simple conclusion. 

I looked back at my first ever sexual encounter. I was younger than I should have been but consent was in the air. I was camping out in the neighbors backyard with their son Tommy, he was a couple years older than me but in the block radius of our houses we were the only kids. We were excited to stay up and watch the stars and eat as much candy as possible. Tommy had a newspaper delivery route so he had been saving up for weeks for the camp out candy feast. The night up I walked over to his house sleeping bag in hand and ready for fun. We had a campfire hotdog dinner with his parents and they let us feed the fire for a few hours then sent us to the tent for the night. They had a pool so we were told to stay in or around the tent for the night. As the moon rose that night we feast on gummy worms, skittles and peanut m&ms it was a blast. We looked at the stars Tommy pointed out as many constellations as stars in the sky. Then we got in our sleeping bags. Being the heat of the summer I was planning sleeping in my underwear and as Tommy got in his he stripped everything off. A few moments later he was pitching his own tent. I noticed and probably stared a little too long. He grabbed it from outside the sleeping bag and said “what it’s natural”. 

I was feeling my tent pole rise at the same time and was trying to hide it. I obviously wasn’t doing it that well cause the next words out of Tommy’s mouth was “Have you ever masturbated before?” At this point I thought that’s what fingering was…. So we got out of our sleeping bags and Tommy guided me through the process of jerking off. Told me it felt so good and it was natural. I stumbled on my next words and said “Tommy can I try masturbating you?” He smiled and replied “Yes Jake you should feel what a real cock feels like.” Then laid down and I shyly moved towards he cock which was pretty well double the size of mine, hairy, and stuff as a rock. Using both hands I worked his cock. He gently guided me on what rhythm to use, how tight to hold it, and it wasn’t long before I got the hang of it.

 At the moment I remember feeling so proud that I was making him feel good. When his body started to twitch I just kept going at this point I felt like the pioneers I had learnt about in school churning butter. He let out a quick moan and in that moment my hands my face and his cock was covered in this thick substance that was strange to me. I wasn’t producing at this point yet so I had no idea what was happening, I thought I hurt him. I quickly withdrew and apologized. He quickly corrected me and told me about what cum was and how it felt amazing, and told me I should taste it. 

The little bit that had hit my face was running down and close to my lips so I lapped it up with my tongue and it’s true faggot fashion my eyes widen and I smiled. “It does taste good Tommy” I whispered. Raising my hands to my mouth to taste more. 

After that we fell asleep and I kept wanting to have another camp out in the summers that followed by Tommy moved and I didn’t get to.  

Looking back on the camp out I loved the fact that I was able to get someone like Tommy off he was this built sports player that all the kids at school loved. I wanted to be like him so bad, when I was his age. 

Sadly when I get to his age I was more interested in art, drama and music then how to throw the perfect curve ball, perform the best slap shot or shoot the biggest buck. The morning classes were filled with guys hitting me with rulers call me a faggot. Me feeling ashamed because I knew I was gay but didn’t want the world to know it. 

We had a semi pro junior hockey team in our town and they would play most Friday nights. Sometimes I’d go just to people watch and try to fit in. One night after the game I was chased into the men’s washroom by my school tormentors and they chased me into a stall and I hid in the whole the banged on the door just trying to bully me and make me feel like nothing. I stayed in there till the game was over and the crowds emptied out. 

When I thought the coast was clear I would leave me stall of shame. Slowly unlocking the door and stepping out I saw the 1 right wing position player entering the washroom I instantly thought fuck I’m in for a beating. He was the fighter if the team. The inforcer. They lost that game and I figured he’d be upset. He dropped the hockey bag when we locked eyes and he looked at me with a crooked smile and said “Hey Jake just who I wanted to see” fuck I’m in for it. “They told me you were hiding in here” I looked to ground in shame. “How about I take you home” I looked up in shock.

“Ugh what” I sheeply replied. 

“I’ve had a rough night you have had a rough night my parents gave me the car I’ll drive you home” 

I scratched my head and with that I was sitting in his car. I didn’t say much just the words “I live at …” And he cut me off and said “we are going to my place first” I figured he wanted to change or something, the guys usually get together for pizza and drinks after games so I just silently sat and waited. 

When we arrived at his place he asked if I was coming in or was just going to wait in the car. I said sure and offered to grab his hockey bag for him. As I grabbed it a pocket of air seeped through the slightly open zipper. It was a smell I’d never forget, sweat, testosterone and his natural musk. My body quivered a bit but I was trying to hide it. 

He unlocked the door told me to put the bag down. And he walked down the hall and left me by the door. I few moments later he said hey Jake come here and bring the bag. I dragged his enormous hockey bag down the hall to his laundry room. He pointed at the rack and said “Hang up the equipment Jake” I grabbed the bag and emptied it on the rack to dry out. When I got to his jock my hands were shaking. It was soaked covered in scent and all I wanted to do was nuzzle my face into it. 

He watched as I placed the final pieces on the rack and unzipped his pants as I turned to face him. His cock was semi erect, nipples erect and hard his shirt pulled up and over his head making it look like he had one of those leather daddy harnesses on. 

He said “Come suck my cock” pulling his now almost erect cock out of his jeans. I was shocked again with the sheer size, weight, girth and hair on his body and cock. I stepped towards him and knelt in my knees and went to town on his cock. Enjoying every inch.

Within a few minutes he had me against the wall and was face fucking me. And moment later as he held my head against his cock he was emptying his load down my throat. 

I had flash backs of Tommy’s cum Robs was salty yet sweet and I swallowed every drop. 

He looked down at me and said good boy. With his crooked smile. 

He told me I should stay the night

 That night I lost my virginity to Rob the right wing. He fucked me twice taking breaks to enjoy beers that I would get him from his dad’s fridge in the garage. And in the morning he dropped me off telling me he would need to use me again soon. 

It became a semi regular thing till we both graduated. I’d go over help with his chores and he would feed me his loads or breed me. We never told a soul Rob had a girlfriend I guess this my first foray into being domestic faggot owned by a straight Alpha. It did stick up for me a few times in hallways at school when the bullies would start there shit up again. 

When college hot I met my first boyfriend who is later describe and controlling in the worst way possible. Much like my husband they were both sheep’s in lions clothing or I guess you could say betas in Alphas clothes. Pretending to be alphas only to be betas who wanted to destroy and control me in the worst of ways. 

Yet I stayed because the options were limited and I thought I could serve them. Maybe I wasn’t serving them well enough… In the end those each left me destroyed and not healthy in the slightest. 

These previous actions are the faggot traits or just submissive bottom characteristics? 

I spent more time pondering and started looking back at my life outside of sex. I’d say the bedroom but that was rarely we I had sex. . . My jobs the ones I had were I was serving people and working under powerful leaders were the jobs I loved the best. I thrived in those positions serving the public making my managers and supervisors happy and proud to have me on the team. I was in love. I felt pride in providing service. 

When I came to family /friends functions I was always in the kitchen preparing the feast serving the apps refilling drinks. I wasn’t happy till everyone was happy. 

Now present day I live with my partner an incredibly gentle protector Alpha who treats me as close to equal as possible. I feel a sense of ownership and pride serving him. Being at his side facing the world, it’s what I think most Faggot Alpha relationships should be.

Faggot or submissive is the question that continues to run through my brain.

But it wasn’t until I read and took the quiz in the book Are you a Faggot that I got my answer. Aside from the foot/findom questions every single one rang true. I was a faggot. Not just a horny bottom. 

Given his early-life experiences, it’s easy to see why James thought he was just a regular sub. But looking at it hierarchically, it’s clear that the Alphas he encountered saw James as something other than a submissive. They saw him as a faggot, something to use and own.

And that’s really the point, isn’t it? One way or another, we are all taught by hierarchy what we truly are. Now James has encountered me and my little operation here, and the truth is crystal clear.

It will never be the same again!