One of the red-hot trends on social media right now is what I like to call The Alpha Aesthetic. It’s a very hierarchical elevation of Alphahood to its rightful place in society.
Possibly the leader of this new spotlight on Alphahood is the incomparable black Alpha Ashton Hall. Incredibly muscular, extremely successful, and disciplined beyond belief, Hall has taken social media by storm with his iconic, well-edited clips.
Here’s one example:
A lot of attention goes to young Alpha leaders in business. For instance, Hudson Cosper is an Alpha who works in brand scaling and is a multi-millionaire by age 20.
The absolute GOAT among young Alpha entrepreneurs is the incomparable Iman Gadzhi. I’ve been following his rise to God Alpha of e-commerce for years, and it has been stunning. He is worshiped everywhere he goes.
Everywhere you look, in every space, there are Alphas being followed and extolled for their extraordinary qualities. Even the cooking space has an Alpha like Wolf leading in it:
It’s just funny to me how so many people deny Alphahood, dismissing it as “lame” or a “joke”, but then they follow these Alphas obsessively without making the mental connection.
Meanwhile, these high-profile Alphas are setting an aesthetic standard of excellence for their Alpha brethren.
And the world celebrates it.
Why? Because subconsciously everyone knows that such exquisite and elite living belongs to them, because HIERARCHY (programmed into all of us) demands it.
And Alphas will always achieve it while we, at their feet, cheer them on!
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!
Master Anthony is one of the most extraordinary finds since this site has been rebuilt. A straight Alpha with movie star good looks and an effervescent joy of Alphahood radiating from him, Master Anthony has no problem pulling women and fucking them.
But his life took a radical turn when his friend Fabien unexpectedly submitted to him and offered himself as his personal faggot. Since that moment, an entire new world of absolute power opened up to him and he has ascended to levels of glory and pleasure that he ever imagined was possible.
All because he took ownership of a great faggot like Fabien!
Like any growing God Alpha, Master Anthony has been training his lieutenant Alphas of his Alpha Pack how to own and use their own faggots, and some of them have taken to ownership with just as much eagerness as Master Anthony! Two of his best Alpha friends, Henri and Charles, have taken faggots of their own and are also growing powerful under Master Anthony’s guidance. It’s been incredible to witness!
Master Anthony recently went on vacation with these two Alphas, and they were accompanied by their three faggots (Fabien, Clement, and Basile). Fabien already wrote about this trip RIGHT HERE, but Master Anthony wanted to add some Alpha perspective about the trip.
As always, it’s invaluable insight into the Alpha psyche:
Hey boy!
I saw that Fabien told you about our wonderful last vacation! My bros and I have had such a great time, playing, swimming, surfing, flirting and fucking girls, and ordering around three slaves at our beck and call!
You know, I can’t believe I’m saying that, but I think I truly love my house slave. He and I are a perfect symbiosis. He obeys my every wish, every gesture, every glance. Often, he even knows what I want before I say it, even before I know it myself! I love being bossy and pushy with him, but I can’t help showing him affection now and then. Hey, a superior man like me has also some tenderness in him! It’s only right that I care for my devoted, hard working serving boy!
Yesterday, as I was fucking him hard, face to face, I leaned over his face and gave him a true French kiss. The poor boy was in complete shock! I laughed so hard seeing him completely in ecstasy, all he could say was “Oh God, God, God…” So fucking adorable!
Oh and by the way, some days ago, as I was having breakfast in bed, Fabien gave a big loving kiss to my toe and said “That’s from my big brother Sam who sends his adoration for you, Master”. You inferior males are so funny! You wish so hard you could be serving me and worshipping me hey, sam? Well, keep praising my glory, I like that. You’re a good boy!
It’s impossible to not love Master Anthony. He’s so confident in everything that he does that he can do something like French kiss his faggot while he’s fucking him and it’s just play. He’s still the same straight Alpha he was before he took ownership of Fabien. This is simply a natural extension of his growing power, which he shrugs off with an affability that is almost confounding. He’s something absolutely unique!
I questioned Master Anthony about his development of fellow Alphas Henri and Charles. He responded beautifully:
Henri and Charles are LOVING having slaves as much I as do! And yeah I like to encourage them to try new things. Thank to me they tested the position of stomping on the head of a submissive while fucking it! That’s one of my favorites!
I also introduced Charles to double penetration with his slave. It was cool, especially as his (faggot) needs to be put in line a bit LOL
My favorite moment was with two chicks brought back from the beach. One kissed my mouth, another worshipped my cock, while two stooges (faggots) licked my feet! I felt crazy! In such moments, I realize I’m really a God!
I LOVE TO BE A MAN !
I cannot tell you how blessed I feel as both a student and teacher of Hierarchy to know a young God Alpha like Master Anthony. He’s so open and honest and full of life and power. He’s just a breathtaking example of how hierarchy transforms straight Alphas into more than they could ever know otherwise!
The following post is part of a thread following the development of 25-year-old Master Chris, a natural-born Alpha raised hierarchically by his mother. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’m constantly amazed at the number of stories I receive about parents who recognized and respected hierarchical roles in the development of their sons. They see Alphahood or faghood in them and encourage their development along those lines, guided by innate understanding of the unchangeableness of these roles. It’s truly incredible, and I’m always eager for more proof of this.
I recently heard from an Alpha named Master Chris. I’ve had some conversations with him in the past, but it has been a little while since we’d talked. However, he felt compelled to write to me when he read the extraordinary account of Master Lucas and his mother Sophie. That story has rattled a lot of cages since it debuted, but Master Chris’s story directly parallels it.
we briefly chatted on Discord shortly before the discord server went offline and I’m just now finding out that your podcast + website is back online.
I’m writing you because the story of Lucas deeply resonates with my past. I’m 25 now, but I was a teenager who tried navigating through life as an alpha just like he is. Very much reminded of my thoughts and circumstances back then: My mother didn’t have the knowledge about hierarchy or any resources to gain then (12 years ago, the online kink community was just getting started). But she used to call herself a “lioness”, especially when it came to defending me. She was a great role model, taught me to find a way to get what I want. On one hand, she wanted me to treat everyone with respect, but on the other hand, she disrespected “males” that quote-unquote “rest on having a dick in their pants”. I like to think that I would’ve gotten much more shit for being forceful if it wasn’t for my queer identity. I kissed boys and girls alike in the school yard and that took that “testosterone monster” narrative off of me. I could essentially do whatever I pleased, no one wanted to tell classmates or teachers that the “queer kid” teaches them a lesson or two. Not that adults would’ve believed it: I never gave a fuck about what society thought was suitable for me based on my gender or not. My mom knew I would make the rules, not follow them. She embraced that. I would’ve figured certain things out much easier (without that much trial and error) if I had a role model, a resource to turn to.
That’s why I applaud Lucas and his mom for realizing that there’s no need to panic or rush things… but being understood as a teenager is THE thing everyone wishes for. My mom thought I was a pay-back type of lad and assumed they deserved harsh treatment because I was just “defending” myself. I went along with it. It was alright, but it would’ve been even better if everyone knew that I was just assuming my rightful position in life, that it didn’t have anything to do with being petty or cruel.
My advice to young alphas? “Focus on one thing at a time. It’s the hardest part if the entire world is at your mercy.”
Like Sophie, Master Chris’s mother was a “lioness” who fiercely (though unconsciously) enforced hierarchical values in Master Chris. Even though he identified as “queer”, that didn’t diminish his power over inferiors straight or gay.
It just really demonstrates that these things are baked into our DNA, and therefore an adjustment needs to be made in how these ones are raised in order to account for that!
It’s been a couple of days since we arrived at the cottage.
I had settled into a routine, one that revolved around taking care of the men.
The men:
My boyfriend: Declan & his buddy: Rick
My daily routine included:
Waking up earlier than them and doing Rick’s morning chores, which included: Watering the grass, flowers, and plants, setting up the beach chairs, gathering fresh towels and cleaning the outdoor shower, preparing the coffee, picking up the beer cans and bottles around the firepit
Declan usually slept in, but Rick was up early, sitting quietly on the deck. When I saw him, I’d bring him his coffee and sit with him briefly before getting back to my chores. He’d sip his coffee, smoke his cigarettes, and watch me.
On the second morning, Rick said, “Declan is a lucky guy to have such an obedient boyfriend. You should be proud of yourself.”
I blushed. I was proud of myself.
Once Declan woke up, he’d join Rick on the deck. I made sure his coffee was ready and kept both their mugs topped up.
One of my additional tasks was applying suntanning oil to both of them. It was always a struggle doing Rick—his toned body made my chastity cage strain uncomfortably.
That day, Rick gave me a few extra tasks:
Carrying firewood to the pit, setting up a cooler full of beer and ice by the beach and laying out towels for tanning
I laid out three towels, but later noticed one had been removed and folded away. I guess that meant I wasn’t tanning with them today.
By 2 PM, the men were well into their drinks. I was allowed to join in and had a couple beers myself. While watering the grass, I saw them both approach. Declan kissed me gently—and while I was distracted, Rick grabbed my arm from behind.
Before I knew what was happening, they had me on the ground. I was lying on my stomach, confused, as they handcuffed my wrists behind my back.
Me: “What’s going on, guys? You know I’d comply willingly.”
Declan: “Be quiet, Zack.”
They lifted me to my feet and escorted me to a bushy area near the trees. One cuff was released only to reattach my arms—this time around the trunk of a tree. I was now kneeling, helpless, my hands secured around the bark.
Declan walked away. Rick crouched in front of me, looked me in the eye, then spat on my face.
Rick: “Your boyfriend and I want to enjoy some drinks and a book by the lake. If we hear a peep from you, I’ll stuff one of my dirty socks in your mouth and duct tape it shut.
Just relax. Enjoy nature. We’ll be watching from the lake.”
It was the first time Rick had ever asserted such dominance. I was stunned. Humiliated. And I couldn’t do a thing—just kneel there, his spit drying on my face.
What I didn’t know was that Declan had logged into my X account and posted:
“At a buddy’s cottage. Who wants me to cuff Zack, drag him into the woods, tie him fully naked to a tree and piss all over him while we drink in the sun? Maybe Rick adds his too. 😈
Hit up my throne if you want to make it happen. Just added: Cottage Soaking While Stored.”
@keyofkink—someone I regularly chat with—saw it. And apparently, he helped make Declan’s “wish” come true. (He requested I stay clothed)
An hour passed before Declan returned. He kissed me and said he loved me. Then he unzipped his shorts, pulled out his cock, and let loose.
He pissed all over me—face, shirt, shorts—everything soaked in his golden spray. Then, without a word, he walked away.
Thirty minutes later, still drenched and stinking of piss, Rick strolled over.
Me: “Any chance I could get something to drink? It’s hot. Maybe a water? Or beer?”
Rick smirked, then without a word, pulled out his cock.
It was thick, uncut, and glistening with pre-cum. He must have seen my jaw drop, because he laughed.
Rick: “Sure. Open up, urinal.”
I knew I wasn’t getting water. I opened my mouth. His sun-warmed cock slid in, and he held my head.
Rick: “Drink up.”
He pissed. I swallowed. As much as I could. Some of it spilled out, but I didn’t resist. He eventually stepped back and walked away.
And I stayed there, tied up, watching them lounge by the lake—laughing, drinking, being men.
This went on for hours. Occasionally, one would come piss on me again, or in me. At one point Rick came by and said:
Rick: “Declan’s napping. I told him I’d take care of you. Open up.”
I expected more piss. But once his cock slid into my mouth, it got hard—and stayed hard.
He didn’t say much. He just started thrusting. Slowly at first, then more forcefully.
He used my throat like a toy. I gagged at first, but eventually my body adjusted. He fucked my face for about twenty minutes, until he came hard down my throat.
He pulled out and looked at me.
Rick: “Here’s a towel. I’m removing the cuffs. Strip—get naked.”
I obeyed. Standing naked in front of him, he looked down and burst out laughing.
Rick: “What the fuck is that? Declan never told me your cock’s locked.”
Me: “He didn’t do it for this trip. I’ve been locked for over 330 days. I haven’t seen or touched my cock in almost a year.”
He cuffed my hands in front and pointed to the shower.
Rick: “Go clean up. You’re barbecuing after.”
As I turned to leave, towel in hand, he called after me:
Rick: “Excuse me?! Aren’t you going to thank me for my load?”
I turned, dropped to my knees, kissed his feet.
Me: “Thank you. Your seed was amazing—it’ll give me energy to serve you both later.”
Rick: “That’s hot. Okay—go.”
True story… the end
Check out our social sites as we post daily: X/Twitter: JKTORONTO11 (Zack – me) & Bluesky: JKTORONTO11(Declan)
The following post is part of a thread following Master Simon, a divorced Alpha father raising three teen Alpha sons and teaching them about Hierarchy! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Over the years I’ve covered multiple stories of Alpha fathers raising Alpha and faggot sons. I’ve always maintained that, because hierarchy is a natural process, it’s only natural for fathers who have experienced hierarchy in their lives to be keen to pass that knowledge onto their sons. This type of hierarchical grooming gives these sons a huge advantage over other boys their age.
Yet I keep getting shit for covering this phenomenon, even though the preponderance of the evidence shows I’m right! So to those judgmental critics out there, I kindly say: GO FUCK YOURSELVES. I’m going to keep teaching the truth, and leave your sorry asses in darkness!
The latest example of familial hierarchical grooming comes from an Alpha father named Master Simon. He was reading about the recent stories here regarding the rise of teen Alphas like Master Lucas, and felt compelled to share his story as well.
Let’s read what he wrote, and then we’ll discuss:
Hey I am an alpha and a father i have three wonderful sons but i have left my wife after she cheated on me.
I used to use faggots before i met my wife and after a while she told me she was pregnant and i decided to stop using them for a while to focus on being a father. Flash forward 15 years and my wife cheats. I kicked her out the house. Flash forward another two years my sons are now ages 17 and 15 (the 17-year-olds are twins) and all are alphas like their father. I started using faggots again shortly after my wife left me and I have been open about it with my sons and encouraged them to pursue faggots to use in school. I now have found a fag (age 25) who is able to come in and live as a live in fag for me.
But my question: is it okay for me to share a fag with my sons or is that too immoral and weird?
So the first question really involves WHY Alpha fathers are so adamant in sharing the truth about faggots with their Alpha sons? It really comes down to a father wanting the best for his sons. He wants his sons to be predators, to be Kings, to have the inner permission to take whatever they want. An Alpha father who has benefitted from the use and service of faggots naturally wants that benefit for any of his sons.
That’s the motivation behind Master Simon’s mentorship of his sons. Personally, I just think it’s healthy that he’s honest with his sons about his own use of faggots. If nothing else, he’ll be leading an honest life that by itself serves as a good example.
As far as allowing his sons to use his new live-in faggot, of course there’s nothing wrong with that. Faggots exist to serve, and these three teen Alphas exist to conquer and breed just like their father.
But Master Simon was about to find out some shocking information about his sons:
The 25 year old I found at the gym. I noticed he staring a lot at me and after I went to take a shower he followed me and kept eyeing me in the shower. That’s how i knew what to do, so I told him know I what he is and said that we should go out for lunch after the gym (he paid ofc) and then I invited him home while the boys were at school and I think you know the rest.
The boys reaction to me talking about it with them was mixed. The twins told me they have been using fags at school already, but they did not know about hierarchy … they just did what came naturally to them. The 15 year old told me he felt better and bigger than most guys in his class.
I then did something shameful must confess. I don’t know why I did it, but I asked my sons to show me their dicks and compare them in front of me. I guess I wanted to get some sort of dick hierarchy in the house. I know it’s dumb and childish.
And for why I think he would be a live in fag is because I need one since I left my wife the house work has been left for me and I feel that is not the work for an alpha so I asked him about it and he said yes.
That was pretty surprising about the twins already using faggots together, just spurred on by instinct. But Master Simon’s dick-measuring contest with his Alpha sons really took me aback. I’m not a huge advocate of making dick size a really important topic for Alphas to worry about, but I realize among Alphas this is a big deal.
So I asked Master Simon for more detail on this.
Yes the twins used faggots together. They said they use one guy for blow jobs and to do their homework. They said it came naturally but they hid it from me out of fear of me being mad. Little did they know they made me proud!
And for the 15 year old, I don’t know how his mind works. I just know he told me he felt he was just better, but I think he just doesn’t fully understand how he feels yet but idk.
And I was very impressed by their sizes, but I was also taken aback by how my 15 year old son was bigger than me. But I also had a conversation about how size is not everything and to not think much about it.
The twins face fucking a faggot together sounds like straight-up porn stuff, doesn’t it? Of course, kids these days have easy access to any kind of porn they want, so they’re naturally more advanced in terms of fantasy fulfillment!
And I guess Master Simon’s dick-check exposed why the 15-year-old felt like he was “bigger and better” than other males!
So it should be obvious to anyone lurking here that Alphahood is a real condition, one that moves Alpha fathers to make choices for their sons that inferior people cannot understand or accept. But it isn’t anyone’s place to judge these superior Men. They are simply trying to feed their powerful sons all of the knowledge they can so that their sons can go out and conquer the world!
So I applaud Master Simon for being so open and honest with his Alpha sons!
I’m a 22 years old college student and quite new to the overall hierarchy and alpha scene I just found it this past couple months and was something I found hot to think about. Personally, I’ve never felt labeled anywhere somewhere between alpha/prealpha and maybe beta-dom as I’m a vers top were I mainly enjoy topping but I have bottomed a few times before.
My interest in hierarchy spiked again around 5 days ago when I saw one of my neighbors from my hometown posed a shirtless pic of himself at the gym. I had not seen him in over 4 years and now he was 18 and he had strong biceps, a wide chest, and what drew me the most was a strong set of 6pack abs.
Seeing his photo reminded me of something that happened a couple years back that I kind of forgot but realized was big to who I am. When I was a junior in high school we used to hang out afterschool because we grew up close to each other since elementary school. That year he got into football and especially wrestling. So he would often ask me to grapple with him which I did and I won just because I was older. However, in my senior year he ended up beating me multiple times despite being 4 years younger than me and the pinnacle moment was when he won and duct taped my hands behind my back and stood on top of my back. We never talked about it much because it was all friendly but after that we never wrestled as he trained with actual wrestlers.
Now looking back at it I’m realizing he was somewhat an alpha or I might not be as unlabeled as I thought. In the days after seeing his gym photo all I’ve been thinking about is his physique to the point where I canceled a hookup to jerk off. I’m starting to realize I definitely fall into the beta to even fag tier now as I’ve constantly thought about and even dreamt about him dominating me. I wanted to share this story because I think that so many moments like this happen to show people their place but I was just oblivious to it. Now I’m not sure how to even proceed with my newfound info especially considering how he’s much younger than me and I want to respect his boundaries. I don’t know if you have any advice on how to go about it especially if we don’t talk anymore?
As a note I am fine with the posting of the story but I’ve left the fields blank just because I don’t feel comfortable revealing my info just for my personal comfort.
Hi, thank you for writing!
Ah, those high school years are really something else, aren’t they? Before we even know what’s happening to our own bodies we are thrown into a daily petri dish of hormones, awkwardness, impulsiveness, and wild guesswork. The forces at work on us in high school run the gamut, from physical to mental to emotional to social. It’s amazing any of us survive it all.
If we are paying attention to the clues we receive in high school, we can really find out deep truths about ourselves. For instance, when I was 17 (before senior year) I was forced into submission by my straight Alpha friend to become his cocksucker. From there I figured out about my true calling as a faggot, and I never looked back.
For you, there was apparently a lot of information guiding you to believe in your Alphahood. But this one friend showed you something by overtaking you and eventually dominating you. It’s interesting to me that you apparently pushed that memory down and forgot about it … until that pic forced it back into your psyche.
This tells me that memory meant something more than just a passing feeling, but rather it was something your mind was fighting to suppress. So we shouldn’t try to ignore it.
I had a question like this before, and I advised the faggot to reach out to what was a former bully in high school, and it turned out well enough (they were geographically too far apart). Given that you parted as friends just a few years ago, there’s a great chance he’ll be glad to hear from you.
More importantly, I’ll bet that incident you mentioned had a tremendous effect on his life as well. That’s a pretty ringing endorsement for his Alphahood, and I’m sure it was a pivotal moment in his development.
So i recommend that you write to him (you could call too, possibly) and feel him out. Be complimentary about his physique, and toss in some commentary about that incident. Be complimentary about his power, and hint that it was a major turning point in your life. Chances are, he’ll pick up that hint and want to know why.
At this point, you’ll need to be a little brave and admit that the incident awakened submissive feelings in you. If he’s Alpha (as I suspect), he will pick that up and run with it.
Just try it. At worst, you’ll lose a friend you already don’t have. But I don’t think that’s what is going to happen.
