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

Part of the thrill of knowing a God Alpha like Master Toople is the unexpected. For instance, his name waits in my X DMs like a sleeping Godzilla, only to appear every so often with an experience so jarring that I can barely get anything done the rest of the day.

Of course, I hear from a lot of powerful Alphas, with each powerful in their own way. Master Toople is powerful through the brutal application of raw physical power, unsympathetic aggression, and relentless stamina. He’s almost terrifying for a faggot like me. I liken knowing him to standing on the edge of a dark, yawning, bottomless chasm where one false move could lead to death.

Master Toople sent me a message a couple of days ago with yet another experience, but he added some perspective as well.

Always fun having multiple fags around. Brought home a gym slut, and my live-in slut is sucking on my toes and sniffing my feet while the gym slut chokes and gags himself on my cock. Both bred and plugged to keep my seed inside them.

For the fags and sluts I own and fuck on a regular basis, I use their names, usually a nickname. Example, my two live-in sluts, one is called Lil Josh, ironic because he’s the biggest of us, and the other is Matt Bag because I use him like a heavy bag. If I’m fucking and dominating someone new, they get called boy, fag, slut, bitch, etc. “Suck my cock with your pussy lips, muscle bitch” as an example.

Master Toople’s naming system seems appropriate given the vast number of faggots and betas he has subjugated, mounted, and bred. I imagine they are a vast, faceless horde of faggots with hollowed-out eyes craving Master’s huge, cum-spurting cock inside them again.

It’s just funny to me how Alphas tend to fall easily into similar mannerisms and conventions when owning and using faggots. I don’t know how that can be genetic, but it sure seems to be!

Master @hollywoodpwrtop is, for the most part, a humble God Alpha by nature. He’s benevolent and kind to the fåggots who submit to him. In return, he enjoys lying back and having a fåg deepthroat his big dick and worship his perfect body.

This faggot screams like it’s having babies, but instead it’s receiving millions of babies deep inside!

Back in January I resurrected a seminal post from FWA titled “Good Boy” that examined the power of the phrase over the minds and hearts of faggots (CLICK HERE to read that). Ask any Alpha who has used the phrase on their faggots, and they will attest to its dual-edged power not only as a demeaning term, but also as a way to express affection.

After all, it’s how a Man speaks to his dog, and good faggots are very much like faithful dogs.

Now it seems that this simple truth of the Hierarchical movement has gone mainstream! This article published on Parents magazine’s website discusses the rise of the use of the phrase “good boy” among teenage boys!

The article describes the trend this way:

The “good boy” trend boils down to this: a child instructs another to complete a task and when the child complies, the kid responds by calling him a “good boy.” Typically, kids will say “good boy” in a patronizing and dramatic tone, sometimes it’s even topped off with a fake smile or slow clap.

Teachers are posting videos like this one about the trend they’re seeing in their classrooms:

The post’s author gets the gist of the phrase correct, but of course misses the underlying forces causing these boys to say this. Even when the author makes this keen observation, they still get it wrong:

Some adults pointed out that the kids using the term likely don’t even fully understand all of the connotations behind it. For example, they might not fully grasp a potentially underlying sexual message that the phrase can carry. Instead, they mostly associate it with training animals.

Anyone remotely familiar with hierarchical concepts (or sees the world as I do, through that lens) immediately understands the mechanics happening under the surface with these teen boys. They are using the phrase as a way to assert dominance and control in order to lay claim to some level of Alphahood among their peers.

Furthermore, using the phrase and then seeing obedience and submission in others when it’s used FEELS GOOD to both the young Alpha and the sub he’s using. It’s an early, easy expression of dominance and power that feels right.

But I want to point this out: the article is mostly CONDEMNING the use of the phrase among young boys. Now, why would they condemn that? The answer is obvious: Alpha power scares everyday people because it cannot be controlled or labelled. Society prefers homogeneity and conformity because it makes everybody equally important and special.

But that isn’t life, and it’s certainly not hierarchy. Alphas are exceptional and powerful, and they will continue to uphold hierarchical standards not only because it feels right, but also because it IS right.

And faggots will continue to serve them, because it is ALSO right. What else should a GOOD BOY do, anyway?

Hello, Sam. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell him about the Hierarchy. It’s like my lips are stuck together. About Yannick and the bathroom situation, I think he was very calm at the time. Not nervous. Like he should be. Like he wasn’t naked at all. After that meeting, we saw each other a few days later. His aunt and uncle said he won a competition he was in. And I wanted to do something for him. So the day before he arrived, I made a cake. Tender crust, cherry frosting. I was very nervous. In the morning, we were all waiting for him in the living room. When he came through the door smiling in his team uniform. I was ecstatic. Then there was a lunch specially prepared for him by me. His aunt can’t cook. It was my pleasure. Lunch went quickly. Yannick was tired after a hard workout and went to his room to rest. I went straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner. That night everyone complimented me, praising the food on the table. Yannick smirked at me. I blushed slightly at the sight of him. His morning sunny smile was different from the one he showed me. Could he really want to make me his? The whole evening after that, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Yannick is so handsome, so beautiful. If you choose among actors, he looks most like a young Chris Hemsworth. The evening was over. The old couple went to bed. And I went to Yannick’s room with a cake on my hands. I knocked and waited for the door to open. When the door opened Yannick stood naked with only a towel stretched on his thighs. His hair was still wet. There were still drops of water on his chest. They rolled down his abs disappearing under the white towel. It made me swallow my saliva. I couldn’t hear what he was saying anymore. It took me about ten or twenty seconds to come to my senses. When the magic was over. I congratulated him on his victory and pointed to the cake. He nodded his head. He said come in. So I entered his abode. I put the cake on the bedside table. I turned around, my heart pounding. Yannick was standing very close to me. Still in his towel. I said quickly, “Excuse me, sir. I’ll pardon me. Yannick said nothing. He stood calmly close to me. After a while, something fell to the ground. It turned out to be his watch. I didn’t even realize he’d been holding it the whole time. It’s a towel. Those chest muscles, those abs mesmerized me. Made my heart pound. Yannick stood, I quickly knelt down to pick up the watch. Kneeling in front of such a divine creature I just stupidly opened my mouth. Yannick came so close to me that my open mouth could have caught the edge of the towel and I grasped with my teeth. And pulled. But at the last moment, Yannick held the towel back. Looked at me, grinned. He lifted his foot and his toes were next to my lips. Without thinking, I kissed his toes. First one, then the other. On the third, he put his foot on my chest. And kicked me lightly. I handed him his watch. Yannick took the watch. Put his other hand on my head and ruffled my hair. Then he quickly took his hand away. Walked away from me. I got to my feet. He looked at the door. And I left. What did I do wrong, Sam? What did he expect me to do? I was so nervous.

Hi Ethan. Thanks for writing again! 

I’m so proud of you for taking the initiative and offering gifts to Yannick in an attempt to trigger a response from him! This was the exact right thing to do!

AND IT WORKED! You sound discouraged, but Yannick’s reaction was actually very promising. No, you didn’t necessarily get to service him (yet), but this was an extremely sexual outcome nonetheless. More importantly, Yannick now knows what he’s suspected about you: you’re a faggot, and that you understand he’s Alpha.

Keep submitting to him. Don’t stop now. Kissing his foot is HUGE and will almost assuredly lead to more!  

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