Anyone who reads my stuff or listens to my podcast or follows any of my other social media knows that I have something of a controversial perspective on rape and forced sex.
There’s no doubt my opinions on the subject are heavily colored by my own rape at the age of 19/20 years old. Honestly, I feel my rape helped me to clarify a truer and deeper understanding of the hierarchical forces fueling rape. I better appreciate the way such experiences sculpt hierarchical dominance, as well as force acceptance of purpose into faggots and other inferiors.
I’m not justifying rape, mind you. I’m simply saying that it explains hierarchical mechanics in a raw, unfiltered way.
For every person who criticizes what I say about rape and forced sex, there are countless others like Mark who discover the truth of what I teach here and tell me their stories.
Listen to Mark’s eloquent words:
Dear Brother Sam,
As a devoted reader of your writings and a man who identifies with the submissive role you so eloquently describe, I feel compelled to share my personal journey of transformation and the profound impact it has had on my life. Your work has inspired me to reflect on my experiences with clarity and gratitude, and I hope my story honors the hierarchy you illuminate.
In my younger years, I was still exploring my identity and desires, uncertain of my place in the world. I sought out the company of older, dominant men, yearning to serve them in intimate ways. My focus was never on my own pleasure but on the fulfillment I found in submitting to their desires. I would often reflect on these encounters later, savoring the memories in private moments. During this time, I lived a double life—outwardly dominant in my professional and married life, yet inwardly craving the release of surrendering control. I pursued these encounters without protection, fully aware of the risks, driven by an urge to submit that I could not ignore.
Everything changed through an experience orchestrated by a trusted dominant friend, a real estate salesman who had guided me in similar encounters before. Without my prior knowledge or consent, he arranged for me to meet another man, a real estate broker, at a property listed for sale. Such arrangements were not unfamiliar, as my friend and I had shared intimate moments in empty homes before. I arrived at the back door of the house as instructed, and the broker welcomed me inside, leading me to an upstairs bedroom where a bed remained.
As we entered the room, the broker’s demeanor shifted. He seized me with intensity, kissing me with a commanding force that left me breathless. I offered no resistance, my body responding instinctively to his dominance. He began to undress me with urgency, tearing my clothing in a way that left it unusable. Overwhelmed, I surrendered completely, unable to resist his authority.
He was a tall, slender man, and though I was accustomed to larger partners, his approach was unlike anything I had experienced. He entered me with a fierce determination, each movement accompanied by a powerful declaration of his intent. For a fleeting moment, I felt a pang of resistance, but it quickly dissolved into overwhelming pleasure. I was consumed by the experience, my body and mind yielding entirely to him. Tears welled up as waves of ecstasy and surrender washed over me—it felt natural, profound, and deeply fulfilling.
Afterward, to my surprise, he held me gently, offering words that resonated deeply: “It’s alright, you’ve been claimed as you needed to be. Now you know your place.” His tenderness contrasted with his earlier intensity, leaving me both comforted and transformed. He left abruptly, and I never saw him again, yet his words and actions marked a turning point in my life.
In the aftermath, I noticed a profound shift within myself. My desires realigned entirely, and I no longer found fulfillment in the intimate moments I once shared with women, including my wife. My thoughts and dreams became consumed with serving men, embracing my true nature. This experience—what I now understand as a moment of profound submission—freed me to live authentically, to embrace my identity as a submissive man with pride and clarity.
I am forever grateful for this transformation, which allowed me to understand and accept my deepest desires. Brother Sam, your writings have given me the language and courage to celebrate this journey and to honor the hierarchy that guides us. Thank you for your wisdom and for creating a space where men like me can feel whole and understood.
With utmost respect and gratitude,
brother mark,
Isn’t this experience amazing?? This Alpha literally forced Mark to take his cock and his load, cunting him in the process and reducing him to tears, and then actually vocalizes his intent by saying, “now you’ve been claimed as you needed to be. Now you know your place”!!
You see, ALPHAS UNDERSTAND THIS INSTINCTIVELY. They know that subs and faggots need to be broken, by force if necessary. They need to impose their will in order to help the sub or faggot embrace their deeper hierarchical needs.
That’s what happened to Mark, and that’s why Mark broke down and cried after it happened. He wasn’t crying from being traumatized … he was crying because of the exhilaration of being set free!
We faggots should thank Alphas who take us this way, who force us to take their ruts and their nuts in aggressive, dominant ways. We should be grateful when they cunt us through violation.
It might be terrifying in the moment, but in the end we are overjoyed with a richer understanding of our place in hierarchy. It’s like someone born colorblind trying out Enchroma glasses for the first time and breaking down in tears at the wonder of true vision!
The Alphas who cunt you through rape and force are the hierarchical version of those Enchroma glasses. They force you to see yourself through hierarchical lenses, and the world will never look the same!
Thank you, Mark!
