I find this video profoundly sad.
Men are complex and deep. They are given enormous power, but must confront the erosion of it over time.
And women are just too stupid to respect that.
But faggots do!
Thank you, Kings, for all you are!
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The Deeper Ends
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of an Alpha named Moby who has slowly ascended to become the Master of Johnny, his submissive boyfriend of two years. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
As someone who has been teaching Hierarchy online day and night for most of ten years, I’ve been frustrated by the persistent emphasis on the fetishistic and the aggressiveness of the movement. Yes, I know it’s hot … but so much more is possible. I know, because I’ve been fortunate to experience those deeper levels, and I’ve always endeavored to feature true stories that go beyond the surface hierarchical power dynamics.
My brother Johnny has been in a relationship with his boyfriend Moby for two years, and over that time Moby has become more dominant while Johnny has likewise developed submissively. Master Moby has been methodical in his claiming of Johnny, leading him step by step down the inevitable path to his final purpose as Master Moby’s prized and beloved faggot.
I know little about the full extent of this process, but what I’ve seen has been glorious.
Here’s Johnny’s beautiful new update:
Hi Sam,
It’s been a few weeks since I last wrote, and so much has changed—in the best, kinkiest ways possible. I really appreciate your response and feedback. You encouraged me to accept Moby’s offer and explore things further.
Moby and I have been diving deeper into our dynamic. He’s taken a more guiding hand in shaping how I see myself and my body—and honestly? I’ve never felt more seen. Now all of my focus is on His cock. Although I’m still as horny as I ever was before (if not more so), I think I’m slowly finding other outlets to express my pent-up horniness. One of the newest things He introduced was laser hair removal. He thought it would help me feel even more like the soft, submissive boy I’m becoming for Him. So, with my full excitement (and nerves), we started the process. Legs, stomach, butt, pubes—everything below the eyebrows and above the neck—it’s all smooth now. After the third session, I caught myself admiring the mirror. I looked… owned. And I loved it. There’s no hair left. It almost makes me look prepubescent now.
The chastity cage has become a constant now. We’ve made it a little ritual: every couple of days when we shower together, Moby unlocks me, takes His time washing me with these slow, deliberate strokes, calling my locked-up penis my “nub”—a word that’s strangely grown on me. At first, it made me blush with embarrassment. But now, when He looks me in the eyes and says, “My sweet little nub doesn’t need attention,” I melt. It’s not degrading—it’s affirming. He knows how I want to be seen even when I don’t.
I’ve even started using numbing cream sometimes before locking back up—at Moby’s suggestion. It takes the edge off the ache, dulls the need a little. Makes me forget my dick entirely. And when I forget it, all I think about is Him. His pleasure. His body. His control. The few times when Moby unlocks me for a cleaning now, it almost feels uncomfortable. My…nub…has started to feel so sensitive, especially when the streams of water hit it from the shower head. I almost start begging Moby to put the cage back on right away so that things feel “normal” again.
There was one morning, after showering together, that Moby decided to leave the cage off to 1) let my nub breathe a bit, and 2) He had ordered a new, smaller cage which was going to arrive later that evening. He noticed a few days prior that I wasn’t completely filling in my previous cage which would cause my nub to grow semi-hard and cause me pain. He decided a smaller chastity cage would do me better. I remember feeling SO uncomfortable that entire day until the new cage arrived. It was extremely overstimulating feeling my dick rub against the inside of my briefs underwear—something I haven’t felt in a long time. I took a sigh of relief when Moby finally slipped the new cage on. I was at home again,
Moby also surprised me with something wild—a make-a-willy replica of Himself. An exact silicone version of His dick, down to every curve and vein. He handed it to me with a smirk and said, “Now you have something of Me to keep you company when I’m busy and gone.” It’s become my new favorite thing. When I’m desperate and horny, I’ll lie down on the bed, put my legs up, lube up my hole, and slide it in—imagining Him on top of me, whispering all the filthy things He’d say. And yeah… sometimes I get so wound up, my body will tremble and leak a bit, like it’s trying to cum without permission. It’s never quite satisfying, but that edge? That ache? It keeps me hungry for Him.
We’ve grown more comfortable leaning into the fantasy—roles, rituals, expectations. Moby has encouraged me to sit down when I pee now. That’s the only way I’m allowed to pee at home and out in public. It felt strange at first, but now it feels right. Intimate, even. He’ll sometimes come into the bathroom while I’m sitting there, kiss my neck, or murmur something teasing in my ear. And sometimes—this part is so hot—he’ll stand right in front of me, unzip, pull out His plump, flaccid cock and pee into the toilet between my spread legs. Never on me, never without my consent. Just a quiet display of dominance, this unspoken moment where I sit and submit while He stands and releases, and I look up at Him and feel… so perfectly beneath Him in the best way as I listen to his pee hit the pool of water in the bowl—something I can no longer do.
I have to confess something that happened one of the last times that Moby did that. After He was done pissing, and before He put His cock away, Moby stood there for a bit with His penis dangling in front of my mouth. Almost teasing me. There was a drop of urine still hanging onto the tip of His dick. It made me feel…some sort of way. Moby must have noticed me staring because He looked me in the eye, nodded His head as if to say, “It’s alright, go ahead,” and I leaned forward and gently wrapped my mouth around the glands of His penis and sucked that last drop of pee off. I felt a tingle go down my spine. It tasted slightly salty but surprisingly better than I had imagined. He zipped up, gave me a smirk, a pat on the head and walked off.
That whole day He didn’t fuck me, and it drove me crazy. That night when I sat down to pee again, Moby walked into the bathroom and just looked at me and my locked nub. It was a kind of look that I hadn’t seen on His face before. I felt exposed. It made my stomach churn in the best way possible. He got closer, slowly began unbuckling His pants—still staring at me. He slid His pants down to His feet, then His boxers, and His cock flopped out. His dick was soft but looking somewhat plump. He bent down to my ear and whispered, “I chugged a ton of water and have been needing to piss so bad for the past 3 hours, baby. Do you wanna be my good boy and be my urinal?” I froze for a second not knowing how to respond. He had never asked that before. I filled with confusion and excitement. All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.”
He gently put His hand on the back of my head and pulled me in. He first slid the tip of His cock into my mouth and then slowly began filling my throat with the rest of His shaft. He held my head firm against His pubes. Once He was all the way in, I felt Him twitch inside me as He said, “Get ready, baby.” I felt a warm stream of liquid hit the back of my throat. It started slow at first and then got stronger. It was so warm. My instincts kicked in and I just began swallowing. I didn’t taste much because He was so far in. I felt His dick twitch some more in my mouth as His steady stream of piss turned into a slow trickle before dying off completely. He slowly pulled out of my mouth and kissed me as He said, “Now that’s my good boy.” I melted. Now I was really horny. Moby could tell.
Without either one of us saying a word, I opened my mouth again and Moby slid inside me. I felt His cock grow bigger and harder in my mouth. Soon He got hard all the way and filled up the back of my throat. He gripped the back of my head and started sliding in and out all the way. I let Moby face fuck me until He got close to cumming. Once He got close, He shoved my head all the way onto His cock and started deep thrusting. I couldn’t breathe as his pubes tickled my nose. I felt His penis tense up right before it began to pulse violently. He let out a deep moan. Thick, warm ropes of semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it all.
The other night, something happened that still lingers in my mind—in the warmest, most blissed-out way.
After Moby finished fucking me…again, like He does every night—deep, steady thrusts that left me panting and full—we curled up on the couch to watch some TV. I was still stretched open and aching in the best way, feeling the warmth of Him inside me even as we settled in to cuddle. His load still inside me. He must’ve still felt it. That pulse of hunger. Because out of nowhere, He leaned in, nuzzled behind my ear, and slid His hand under the waistband of my shorts.
Without a word, He tugged them down. Then my underwear. I just lifted my hips, like it was instinct. He ran a single finger over my hole—slow, circling, teasing. I shivered. My body still felt raw, sensitive, but open. Inviting.
He slid His finger in slowly. Then another. And another. His movements were deep, purposeful, and unhurried—like He knew exactly where to press. And when He found my sweet spot—God, Sam—he stayed there. My nub was untouched, but I felt everything radiate from the inside out. My legs shook. My breath hitched. And I came. Hard. Just from His fingers.
But He wasn’t done.
I barely had time to catch my breath before He pulled me onto my knees, bent me over the couch cushions, and lined Himself up behind me. The way He slid inside—deep, slow, claiming—it made me whimper. I was already wrecked, but I needed more. He gave it to me. He took His time, then picked up pace—long, firm strokes that filled me completely. I pushed back into Him, desperate, matching His rhythm. Every thrust sent little shockwaves through me. I lost track of time, lost track of everything except the sound of Him groaning behind me and the feeling of Him gripping my waist like I was His to take. And I am.
He finished again—harder this time, with a low growl and a body-shaking shudder. I felt His penis pulse as He dumped a second load of cum inside me.
We collapsed together, tangled and spent, the TV still playing in the background. He held me against His chest, His arms wrapped around me like He never wanted to let go. And I fell asleep like that, still full of Him. Still warm. Still glowing.
I think I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. And more mine—in the way that means belonging to someone who sees all of you and loves what they see.
More soon,
Johnny
Can you see how Master Moby is slowly, almost seductively leading Johnny to embrace his place and purpose more and more every day. Some of the things mentioned here are small (like Master Moby giving Johnny permission to lick off the droplet of piss from his dick), but then they turn into major acts of dominance and submission that deepen their bonds as Master and faggot.
I love the way Master Moby cherishes his faggot enough to unlock him and wash him, all the while diminishing Johnny’s status by calling it a “nub” and then locking it in a smaller cage. And Johnny’s description of being out of chastity is very familiar to me; I experienced that same feeling when I was imprisoned!
But one thing this experience should reinforce in Johnny’s heart is this: his Master loves and cherishes him. That final breeding, full of passion and warmth, is something an Alpha gives only to those who deeply please him!
I’m so happy for both of them for experiencing these deeper levels of hierarchy!
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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’m lifting the story of Master Jerome, a 19-year-old straight French Alpha, to its own thread because it has been developing dramatically.
I think it’s pretty clear that young straight Alphas are getting the message: that faggot ownership elevates them in often dramatic ways. Combine that knowledge with a young Alpha’s hetero-flexibility, and you have the perfect recipe for fast and unorthodox activities once considered impossible from straight Men.
Enter: Master Jerome.
The very first time Master Jerome wrote to me, I could hear confused, excited lust in his words. A 19-year-old Alpha is already drenched with testosterone, but there was something more with him. It was almost as if he had just peeked into the wardrobe and glimpsed Narnia, and now he was eager to charge through the wardrobe and conquer every kingdom there.
In his case, those “kingdoms” ripe for conquering were three twink boy ballerinas, pals of his sister. Seeing those flexible, lithe boys made Master Jerome hungry for fag pussy for the first time in his life, but those feelings didn’t scare him. Instead, his superior Alpha hunting instinct turned on, and he relentlessly pursued his first victim until he finally managed to get it away from the herd so he could sink his Alpha cock into it.
That’s all it took.
Now Master Jerome has written with an update on the hunt:
This is Jerome from France. I sent you a message last month about me, my sister, and her fag friends.
I wanna thank you for your advice and let you know that I’ve been very successful so far. To make things easier, let’s call the boys Fag A, Fag B, and Fag C.
As you know I was fucking Fag A twice a week and I wanted to fuck the other two as well. One day, after using Fag A and giving him some love to recover from a destroyed hole, he told me that Fag B and C were hooking up after their rehearsals. I asked him how that was possible if both were bottoms, but fag A told that they probably just make out and suck each other dicks. And so, I thought to myself “what a waste, two gorgeous fags in need of some dick sucking each other instead of being fucked by a real Man like me”
I didn’t mention anything to Fag A, but I decided at that moment that I would fuck and breed the other boys as well. My first step was approaching Fag B. I told him that I wanted to buy a nice birthday present to my sister, but I knew nothing about ballet, so I needed his help. He was really kind and sweet, so we went together to the store and bought a few things. I started to compliment him and say that he looked really good in his ballet costumes, then to see his reaction I said “but I won’t compliment you too much because I don’t wanna have trouble with your boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?,” he asked. Then I said that I thought that Fag C and him were a couple because they are always together. He got embarrassed, and said that they were just friends. It was around 6pm, so I invited him to have some dinner with wine as a retribution for his generous help. He accepted, and after 3 glasses of wine, I asked him again why Fag C and him were not together, if they were such a pretty couple with so many common interests. I used this strategy to make him verbalize the reason why two faggots could not be together.
I had already gotten in his mind and he was much more outgoing after the wine, so he just said “well, we were not very compatible.” I pretended that I didn’t understand what he meant and just said “oh, I would never imagine that, you guys are both ballet dancers, I thought you had a lot of compatibility.” Then the sexy femboy chuckled and said “well, you’re straight, you don’t understand, but when to guys are together one needs to be the Man, and in the bedroom we are two girls.” I laughed along with him and just said “well, you’re really talented and attractive, I’m sure you’ll find someone soon.” I paid the bill for us, we left the restaurant, and the faggot asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told him that I did not but I was hoping to find a girls as sweet and cute as he is.
That was all it took for him to let me get closer and we started kissing (a literal French kiss between two French people in France lol). The boy was surprised and said that he didn’t know that I liked guys too. So I said “well, I like you, and that’s what matters now.” I took him back to my house and squeezed in my room because my sister was there. Then I told him “well, if your problem was having two girls in the bedroom, now I guarantee that you’re the only girl here, and I’ll treat you as my girl from now on.” He sucked my dick as if I were the last Man on Earth, what a wonderful blowjob.
Sadly, I did not have lube in my room, and he was a virgin with a super tight hole. So I kept him in my room for several hours, and pumped three loads in his mouth. He swallowed all of them and did not complain at any moment. I put him on my chest after all these blowjobs and kept saying how gorgeous he is. The boy was really happy to be in my arms.
So Sam, I need you to give your insights on my strategy to conquer these fags. Do you think I did well in not fucking his hole? I would’ve probably hurt him, but at the same time I acknowledge the importance of putting my cum inside his ass as soon as possible. For now, I will keep fucking Fag A around twice a week, and I told Fag B that I will take his virginity soon. But his hole is much tighter than Fag A, so I’ll be extra careful to do it without hurting my new boy.
If you can tell me what you think and, most importantly, give me any advice on how to finally conquer the third Fag, I would really appreciate it. I like your idea of putting all of then on their knees, but I think that before getting to this point I need to be more romantic and conquer one by one.
Your work is invaluable, and I hope it is okay to keep in touch with you while I explore Hierarchy.
I was breathless reading Master Jerome’s update! Just a shocking amount of power, understanding, and control for a straight Alpha his age!
To answer Master Jerome’s questions first:
I absolutely think the conquering of Fag B was expertly handled. Throat-fucking aside, it was surprisingly romantic. I might caution against getting too romantic at this stage, simply because the stable of fags is being built, so keeping the romance to a minimum might be better in order to prevent any of the faggots from becoming too attached or jealous. In a perfect scenario, all three faggots will be able to serve Master Jerome together in harmony and cooperation. It’s what every straight Alpha deserves.
I completely agree with Master Jerome that it is imperative that he try to breed Fag B as soon as possible. His cum is already working on Fag B’s mind and addicting the faggot to its new Owner. Now is the time to strike.
And yes, Master Jerome’s cock and rut will hurt the faggot (even with lube), but here’s the point Master Jerome might not appreciate yet: faggots are meant to suffer for the pleasure of Alphas like him. It’s simply our lot in life. Faggots are born to be pierced, fucked, and bred by cock. It hurts, but faggots receive pleasure from that pain because through it we find fulfillment.
Fag B will likely scream and cry while Master Jerome takes its virginity, but it will forever thank him for it afterward!
As for the taking of Fag C, I think I will just repeat what I said before: I’m sure these fags are talking to each other about what’s happening and probably anticipating more. I don’t think it’d be necessary for Master Jerome to go to great lengths to capture this third faggot. He could most likely just walk up to it and demand that it get on its knees to service him. But I think Master Jerome likes to play with his food before he eats it, so I’d just follow the path that worked so well with Fag B. It won’t take long, I promise.
So now straight Master Jerome stands poised to take ownership of his first three faggots. Soon he will have day-long worship sessions, with all three faggots servicing and worshiping every part of his body and giving him unending pleasure … all on command!
It’s simply the way Alphas were meant to live!
Master Jerome, you’re more than welcome to continue to use the site’s “Questions From Readers” inbox, but you can also write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com for more specialized, immediate advice!
Thank you, Master!
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The following post is part of a thread following the worship of a powerful straight Alpha named Andre by his woman, Angela, and a faggot named Alberto who serves them both. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Well, the situation Angela created by inviting a faggot named Alberto into her relationship with her powerful Alpha boyfriend, Master Andre, has heated up to the point that I’ve elevated it to thread-status here!
Curiously, this is just one of a couple of similar situations currently developing on this site. What’s happening? Are hierarchical values truly making inroads into straight couples these days?
I personally believe they are, primarily due to the internet’s relentless flow of information and porn. Straight Alphas are being awakened to the expanded possibilities of their power and reach. And straight women are increasingly turned-on by the idea of their dominant Alpha husbands/boyfriends using faggots. It’s very odd to see it suddenly popping up everywhere.
If you follow this thread, then you’ll know that Angela reached out to me through my Questions From Readers inbox about her powerful Alpha Andre, and how she was fantasizing about bringing a faggot into their relationship so that they could both be served. I advised her to do that, and she did!
Now it’s transforming their relationship in amazing new ways!
Here’s Angela’s latest update:
Hi! This is Angela again, the lady who weirdly loves Men fucking fags.
I really enjoyed your idea of “co-owning” Alberto along with Andre, and that’s what I brought up to him. He agreed and we had a long conversation with our fag before moving in. As always, he was a really good boy and told me that I’ll be the Queen of his King. We’ve been living together for just a few days, but I can tell it was a perfect match. Alberto does my laundry, cleans the whole house, and cooks for me, I don’t need to move a finger to do any chores.
But I know you are more interested in our bedroom than in our laundry room. And I must say that it’s been great. Andre, as the Alpha Man of the house, said that he wants to breed whether me or Alberto every night. So it is our duty to make sure that at least one of us will be ready to get fucked every day after dinner. If I don’t feel in the mood, Alberto must take his dick. If for any reason Alberto can’t take it in his ass, Andre expects at least a really nice blowjob before going to bed. I think these rules are quite fair for all of us.
Our favorite thing now is, after a long day at work, Alberto cooks dinner for all of us. Then Andre goes to our bed and just relaxes as the King he is while Alberto does the dishes and cleans everything. Since he loves sucking my pussy and make it wet, I sit on his face while Alberto is doing his chores. When he is done, he comes to bed with us and worships Andre’s feet while I literally ride his face. He has a big and manly tongue and loves to go deep in my pussy. Then Alberto sucks his cock and balls. Sometimes I join him and give our Man a double head. But the best part is when Andre puts the both of us side by side and start fucking our holes. I do not enjoy anal sex, so he fucks my pussy, then changes to Alberto’s ass. And we spend hours doing this.
For some reason, Andre loves to fuck my pussy and then make Alberto suck his dick with my pussy juice on it. The fag literally needs to clean my female lube with his tongue, and Andre gets crazy when he does that. The boy loves doggy style and I prefer to ride, so we usually alternate between me riding Andre’s big dick and Alberto putting his ass up for him to fuck as hard as he wants.
I don’t know how many girls will ever read this. But I would like to tell all my sisters out there: Find fags for your Men, your life will so much better! And fags, if you’re lucky enough to be owned by a Straight or Bi Man, serve your Masters and their girls, you won’t regret it!
Angela’s experience/advice is so inspiring, isn’t it?
I want to help Angela understand why Master Andre loves making Alberto clean her pussy juice off of his cock. You see, for straight Alphas it’s a point of pride when their dicks are soaked in pussy juice. It reflects on their own sexual prowess. By then forcing his faggot to clean it off, he’s essentially making Alberto taste his power, so to speak. Men (and particularly Alphas) are much more complicated than most people acknowledge!
It’s truly remarkable how well Master Andre has taken to the ownership of a faggot. It certainly helps to have his girlfriend by his side, cheering him on and dripping with excitement. As I’ve been writing since the beginning, straight Alphas don’t become gay when they use faggots … they just become more powerful straight Alphas. The efforts of straight, gay-loving women like Angela are helping them realize this truth!
I’m so happy that all three members of this “throuple” are experiencing such fulfillment! I’m also proud of Angela for having the courage and insight to make this happen!
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Always Serve Protector Alphas!
The following post is part of a thread following the service of a young faggot named Tyler who has been claimed by a great Protector Alpha named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Over the years I’ve encountered a lot of abusive Destroyer Alphas, both personally and through my online teaching efforts. In my personal life I’ve mostly made smart decisions to steer away from them (my rapist was one I couldn’t see coming due to my youth). I value myself enough as a faggot to know that my gifts are worth an Alpha’s appreciation, not condemnation.
I try to instill that sense of self-worth in the faggots who interact with my content. I hate hearing of my brothers falling prey to Destroyer Alphas who are cruel and selfish and non-productive. There are so many great Protector Alphas who value the devotion and service of a faggot, and I just cannot understand why faggots self-destruct by choosing the worse path in life instead of serving these noble Kings.
My brother Tyler wrote into my Questions From Readers inbox to tell me about a choice he recently made. Listen to this:
I don’t exactly have a question, but I saw your answer to another fag about his Alpha cleaning the house and would like to share something that happened with me to know your opinion about it. I am 21 years-old and until last week I was serving two Alphas. They were both nice guys, nice dicks, and very dominant in bed. But one of them (Adam) was hotter (had a six-pack) and the other (Steve) was handsome, but a little chubby. I loved to serve them and I would usually go to Adam’s house on Wednesday and Steve’s house on Saturday.
Last week, I was supposed to serve Adam as always did (go to his place, get on my knees, swallow his first load, let him fuck my ass for his second load, and go back home). But I woke on Wednesday morning with a HORRIBLE cold sore. I looked like a monster. Since he had been serving him for 6 months, I thought it would be okay to cancel, but he insisted to know why and I sent him a picture of my lips. He just said I was a disgusting bitch and that he would find somebody else on Grindr for that night.
Maybe it’s his right to treat me like that considering our roles in hierarchy, but I was already very vulnerable and he really hurt my feelings with his words. So I texted Steve, who is also a dominant Alpha but tends to be more patient. I told him that I didn’t know if I would be able to visit him on the weekend because I wasn’t feeling great. He asked what happened and for a moment I thought he would treat me like Adam had done, but instead, he told me to go to his place at night because I needed extra care.
I went to his place after work with a thick layer of make-up on the sore trying to pretend it wasn’t as bad as it was. But he’s a smart guy and noticed something was wrong. He told me to clean my face immediately because make-up is not ideal for sores like that. When I came out of the bathroom, he chuckled and said “I wonder where this mouth has been”, but in a funny and respectful way. He noticed that I too stressed for jokes, so he just hugged me and said “even perfect twinks get sick sometimes, relax”
Of course we did not kiss and I did not suck his dick, but he spent the whole night saying how gorgeous I am and even cooked dinner for me. He ordered some cream for cold sore at the pharmacy and put it on my lips with his own hands. I was feeling so good with him taking care of me that I felt an urge to serve him no matter how. He said that I was tired and stressed, so he didn’t want me to do the dishes, but then he smiled to me and said “well, but if you need to relax, I am sure that your ass does not have any cold sores”
So I quickly went to his bathroom to make sure I was clean and ready, and when I entered his room he was already naked jerking off his hard dick. I felt bad that I couldn’t suck that beautiful cock, but I just said “thank you for being my Master”, laid on my stomach and let him do whatever he wanted with me. I think it was a turn-on for him to see me so vulnerable and lost, because he fucked me really hard and deep, then 20 minutes later turn me up to fuck me missionary.
We slept together and I never felt so good in my life. I decided to stop serving Adam and stick with Steve now. Just like the Alpha who cleans the house, I think a certain amount of love and care is important for us fags. At least for me, it’s so important to see that, although inferior to him, my Man wants me to be happy.
Could you please comment and tell me what you think? Do you think that as a fag I should go back to serve Adam, even though he does not care at all about my feelings?
Here’s the bizarre part of Tyler’s story: he’s still questioning whether or not he should continue serving Adam the Destroyer Alpha after everything Master Steve did for him! Isn’t that crazy?? We faggots are something like moths that can watch a thousand other moths burn in the flame and we’re still drawn to self-immolation.
And the problem is SELF WORTH. We feel so worthless about ourselves that we mistakenly think we deserve that awful, abusive treatment.
But Master Steve shows a better way forward, treating his property the way a true Alpha treats everything of value that he owns. A Man like Master Steve deserves complete and devoted worship and service, not half-hearted attention. Is he to be expected to continue being there to comfort his faggot when it’s hurt again and again by Destroyer Alphas like Adam?
Of course not. A Protector Alpha like Master Steve is the mighty cornerstone upon which a faggot can build a lifetime of joyful service. I wholeheartedly encourage my brother Tyler to loyally remain at Master Steve’s feet! Master Steve deserves that!
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The following post is part of a thread following the continuing service of a faggot named James who has been serving a young straight Alpha for TEN YEARS. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Ever since I first began to write about and define the experience of cunting (which was virtually undescribed anywhere until then), the phenomena has remained shrouded in tantalizing mystery. Some faggots recognized what I described immediately, while others had never experienced it and doubted it was real. And let’s not even talk about all of the Alphas who wrote to me thanking me for either explaining what they witnessed or curious about how to do it.
My brother James has a lot of experience, and he’s already surprising me with his thoughtful and articulated memories of past service or his intriguing current situation. I’m sure his Master is very proud of him as I am. My constant advocacy for cunting triggered James to ask a couple of fellow faggots about cunting and get their opinions about it.
He wrote this:
Straight man’s faggot James here… I only know two individuals who are faggots such as myself…I’ve discussed the dynamic of being cunted with both and I got two different interpretations of the faggot’s experience of being cunted… With the addition of my own, I now have three … One of these faggots is of the opinion that, in reality, the faggot only experiences being truly cunted once by the same Alpha and this occurs within the first few times an Alpha fucks it, although the sensation can be repeated with a different Alpha… The second individual insists that the Alpha controls if , when and how often his faggot is cunted as well as to what degree of intensity purely through anal pounding… As for myself, I tend to lean toward the second theory… I’ve been cunted more times than I can say and definitely to different degrees in my 10 years as the same straight man’s faggot… For me, my first full intensity cunting happened right after he had been throat fucking me for a good while…. I recall how I quivered profusely and felt as if I were fainting… I’ve been fortunate to relive that thrill of being cunted a goodly number of times in the past ten years… I feel myself quivering deep inside every time….However, I only achieve that faint helpless state after being throat fucked as was the case in my first cunting… Am I correct in my assumption that I indeed am experiencing two actual degrees or levels or is true cunting only taking place for me when both the quivering as well as that faint disoriented feeling occur ?
Interesting perspectives! I cannot tell you how much I love when clever faggots like James take material they read either here or elsewhere and explore how it fits with their experiences or desires. The perspectives of these other faggots is quite welcome!
I can’t explain what James describes here because my cuntings weren’t in stages like this. However, I do think he is experiencing distinct stages of cunting, which is interesting to me. I do also think cunting involves an emotional element (or possibly a depth of subspace) for it to be truly triggered. James mentions being aggressively throat fucked before being cunted, which is one way that mental/emotional state can be achieved. Thinking back, that was certainly part of my own cuntings.
I’d love to hear from more faggots on this!
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The Triumph Of Mika
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Mika, a teenage faggot in Peru who bravely and successfully seduced a straight Alpha named Gael. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
There’s nothing terribly difficult about what I teach here regarding either submitting to a straight Alpha or taking ownership of a faggot. That’s not to say it’s easy – it’s not – but the mechanics of it have been in place since the beginning of human interaction. Hierarchy is so fundamental to everything we are that everyone responds in a primal way if those triggers are manipulated.
For faggots wishing to serve a straight Alpha, the first thing that must happen is a mind-shift. A faggot must recognize that it was born to serve superior Men, but also that superior Men were born to own them. Men have a definite need and desire to be worshiped and served, and once they understand that faggots offer that in abundance, they let go of the sexual stigma associated with faggots and instead embrace the glory of being worshiped.
It just takes bravery on the part of a faggot to begin that chain reaction.
Recently I’ve been answering questions and coaching a young faggot named Mika. He’s from Peru, he’s in school, and he wanted to serve a hot straight Alpha named Gael. You can read all of Mika’s questions by following the link above.
But now Mika has had an incredible breakthrough, so I’ve elevated his story to a proper thread on the site!
Listen to his incredible update:
Hi Sam!!! This is Mika from Peru and I’m so so happy
Remember what I told you about the trainee that work in my school? His name is Gael, by the way. This morning, thanks to our conversations here, I finally had courage enough to do what I need to do.
I was super nervous when I arrived at school to my class, but as soon as I saw him, I opened a big smile and asked how was his weekend. He said that he had a lot of work and didn’t have time to relax, then I don’t know what happened to me but I just said “well, I would love to help you relax, a Man like you deserve to relax” Of course he understood what I wanted, because he already asked a blowjob 3 times… 2 times as a joke, but the third time more serious. So he just told me that he would give me a ride after my classes were over.
As soon as I entered his car, he started to say that his girlfriend was really pretty, but she refused to cook for him, so he always needed to cook lunch and dinner after a long day at work. Then he went into sexual stuff and said that she doesn’t want to have sex before they get married. After complaining about his girlfriend for a while, he stopped at an empty parking lot a few blocks from my house and said “I really don’t understand why she does that with me. If you were my girl, would you treat me like that?”
Omg Sam, that moment was so crazy. I was so afraid of saying something stupid!! But I just said “if I was your girl, your stomach would be always full of good food, and your balls would be always empty, because that’s what you really deserve” I think that was a good thing to say because he smiled to me, then I asked if he was just joking when he asked for a blowjob. He said that he really respected me and didn’t want to hurt my feelings, but that since we have basically the same age he never saw me as a student, but as a sexy girl. Then he admitted that he was a virgin and never received a blowjob because his girlfriend only kisses him and nothing more.
I was still a little scared but I said that I never sucked a dick too and would love to learn sucking his. He looked around in the parking lot, and put his dick out and it was soooo hard. I was really confused at first because everything was so new, but I did what felt more right, and started to suck his dick while holding his balls and jerking him off. I was so nervous but so happy to be the first one suck his dick and he was the first dick that I put in my mouth. My mouth and jaw started to hurt but I wanted to make him proud and didn’t stop sucking. After some time, he just holded my hair and jerked off with the other hand. He was very sweet and told me that he could cum on the floor outside the car if I wasn’t ready to take it. But I just said “in my mouth please” and swallowed everything.
Omg Sam, this is so crazy… this morning I was just a virgin faggot now I sucked a big dick and swallowed my first load. I hope I did it well!! But he told me that he want to see me again, so I think I was a good boy for him. I would be so happy if he wanted to be with me as his boyfriend, but I don’t think he will leave his girl…
Thank you, Sam!! <3 I really love your site and am happy now
AMAZING!!!
This is literally all it takes! Just make yourself available and be eager to submit! Go in with the proper mindset – positive, joyful, and eager to serve in whatever way they need – and a straight Alpha will understand your purpose and use you!
I’m so proud of Mika for accomplishing this!
Now, I’m not sure if Alpha Gael will want to take on Mika as a “boyfriend” given the fact that he’s straight, but I’m sure he’d love to own Mika as his personal faggot! Especially if his girlfriend is that frigid and unloving!
I hope this post inspires other faggots out there to bravely submit to the Alphas in their lives!
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Love And Domination And Master Lucas
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!
Easily one of the most intriguing developments on this site in recent months has been the revelation and rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas. I’ve been put in the enviable position of helping him understand his growing power and develop his first stable of faggot worshipers.
To assist me in this, I recruited Master Dean (a God Alpha raised by God Alphas) to guide Master Lucas in ways a faggot like me is ill-equipped to do. So far Master Dean has nothing but the highest praise for his young peer.
Under Master Dean’s tutelage Master Lucas is learning to expand the kinds of worship he receives:
Just to give you some little news. I know how much you love hearing from Me. I must say, I really enjoy the company of My older 18-yo submissive. It’s great to have a boy who is clearly mature and clever and strong but who still feels the urge to submit to Me. Also, the other day, I was with one of My other servant, My earliest childhood friend. He accompanied Me while I worked out in a park sports area. He would carry a towel and come to wipe Me off at the slightest gesture from Me. I could clearly see that he was completely mesmerized when he looked at Me in full effort. At the end, when I was out of breath, I could see that he had his eyes fixed on My armpits (I was in a tank top). So I said, “Would you like a closer look?” He nodded eagerly. I put my hand on his head and stuck his nose in My armpit. He sniffed so hard! Then he put out his tongue to lick. I was surprised, but I loved this way of worshipping My body. I wasn’t expecting it, but it was cool. He also kissed My biceps. I think I’ve discovered some new acts of worship that I’m going to love! LOL
You can imagine the pleasant surprise Master Lucas experienced when his faggot sniffed and licked his sweaty armpit and kissed his bicep. At age 15 every new sensation is like touching a live electric wire, and that’s doubly true when it comes to domination.
So Master Lucas wanted more, of course:
I find out I really love the power of My armpits! I had two others of My inferiors sniff and lick My armpits and they loved that!
Also, I kind of like those displays of power and domination in public space. You see, recently, I had My girflriend massaging My socked feet in the schoolyard. I was sitting on a bench, hands behind My head, and she was sitting in front of Me on a stool, gently massaging My feet. And the funny thing was, I saw boys, including boys older than Me, whom I didn’t know, giving Me thumbs-up and admiring glances. I loved that! I think boys really do instinctively recognize their superiors.
I feel like I’ve always new urges about how to use My inferiors and make them humiliate themselves for My pleasure. I’m disciplining Myself to keep a cool head and remain patient, but I know I’ll get everything I want, sooner or later.
This bold display of Alpha power accomplished two things: (1) it forced his girlfriend to submit to him and remain under his control, and more importantly (2) established Master Lucas’s presence at the top of the school’s hierarchical order and served notice to his Alpha brothers that he is King.
Master Lucas has been tight-lipped about his romantic life to the point that I figured he didn’t have time for a love life with the line of faggots begging to kiss his feet.
But it turns out that yes, he does have a girlfriend, and he’s teaching her to accept his desire to own and use faggots.
I have been using some of My servants with her to watch, two of them had been massaging My feet while My girl and I were chilling on the sofa. She’s a nice pretty girl and she’s crazy about Me. I know she brags about dating Me to the girls at school. But she can be a bit possessive. I may have to take care of that. She doesn’t know everything about my inferiors serving Me, but she has seen Me ordering around some of My servants and she has served Me too, like the time two of them were rubbing My feet and she was massaging My back. She knows I have a dominant personality and I think it turns her on, when I dominate boys it reminds her how lucky she is and that she hit the big prize LOL. I think I will introduce her even more to my inferiors. I want her to get used to the idea that I am to be served and worshiped by everyone I choose, including her.
It’s magnificent to see the rapid ascension of Master Lucas, isn’t it? Males are NOT all born equal, and the story of this young God Alpha’s rise should put away any lingering doubts.
How did Master Lucas become aware of this destiny, this purpose? He told me his first memory:
You know, this whole using inferiors in public thing reminded me of one of the first times I consciously realized I was superior to others. I don’t remember if I told you about that. When I was 11 or 12, dont know, I was hanging out with a school mate in the streets. Then, I noticed My shoe laces were untied. So, as a joke, I said “hey” to My mate, snapping my fingers and pointing at My shoes. But then he knelt down and laced them up. I remember that I felt great. Before long, he would often carry my schoolbag. When I would simply hand it to him, without saying anything, he would know what to do. I loved that. I think those were my first practical, conscious experiences of domination.
A simple taste of power has placed Master Lucas on a path leading inexorably toward a Kingdom of his own design! There’s nothing that can stand in his way or resist his will!
HIERARCHY IS LAW!
HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!
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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The concept of Asian Alphas is something that too many people within the hierarchical movement have mocked and dismissed too easily. Why? The biggest reason involves the stereotype that Asian Men have small-ish penises.
As a rare faggot that is truly not a size queen, I’ve always fought against such a stereotype. I’ve served some truly powerful Alphas who have average-sized dicks, so I know that cock size does not directly correlate to Alpha status.
Similarly, Asian Men are often thought of as tiny-dicked sub males, but painting all Asian Men with the same brush is borderline racist, isn’t it? It’s also NOT TRUE. The few Asian Men I’ve been with were well hung (certainly much bigger than me) and not submissive in any way. So I’m confident when I say something shocking, like the fact that Asian Men are Men and therefore vary wildly in their physical or hierarchical attributes.
Unfortunately, during my (now) nearly-ten years teaching hierarchy online I met very few Asian Alphas to help me combat this racist stereotype. Almost all of the Asians I’ve met were subs and faggots.
But recently that has changed. I’ve met powerful Asian bodybuilding breeders like Master Toople or Master Jin who have flipped the script on that stereotype.
Add Alpha Alex to that new breed of Asian Alpha.
Like Master Toople, Alpha Alex was a natural-born Alpha whose impulses led him early in life to seek bodybuilding and dominance. His experience demonstrates both the reality of Asian Alphas and the need these Kings have to dominate and own faggots.
I was linked to your site by one of my fags, and I must say, I’m intrigued. To introduce myself, I am Alpha Alex, and I knew I was different since I was 13 or 14. I was born to take over. I’m 24 now, but at 14 I owned my first slave who did anything I wanted. His goal was to worship my body and cock. At 15 I ruled the football and wrestling club; I still remember each day when I had each captain under my mercy. their eyes glazed and dazed from gaping their muscled pussies. To this day all three are still part of my fags I regularly fuck and breed, amongst countless others whose man pussies I have ruined and reshaped to the size of my cock.
Having my own business (housing) means I regularly have calls and meetings while a fag swallows my ten thick inches as deep as it can go. Right now as I type this email, I have one attached and nursing on my cock under the table. He knows if he does a good job he gets rewarded with my alpha cock mercilessly railing him on my table until I fill him full with my superior loads. Owning and training good fags for ten years has put me in a comfortable place where I have fags on hand wherever I go. And I’m experienced in knowing when to dominate potential fags. I have fucked other realtors, competitors, sponsors, clients, and even CEOs. Nothing more thrilling than gripping a once powerful man by his head still in his suit, driving my cock into his mouth after having bred his ass.
I take pride in being Asian. While I am not as tall, my Asian genetics come strong and hard with my natural strength and aggression. I love to make a fag watch me in my workout sessions or kickboxing practice, knowing it seeing body in confident action makes it’s pussy wet and drip. Then taking it into the changerooms and drilling its open mouth and ready cunt, all while I talk with other men. I do not take any bullying or disrepect; from high school I learnt to fight back and win.
That was only a brief introduction. I take pride in knowing intuitively your system of hierarchy among men, as well as the very real action of cunting men and turning them into fags. Men love to try and take my ten inches, as much as it pains them, and once they do, they’re transformed into fags.
There are several astounding aspects to Alpha Alex’s testimony. First of all, that he started breeding and owning faggots at just 14 years old. What were you doing at 14 years old? How aware were you at that age? I know I knew nothing at that age, but Alpha Alex already understood his Hierarchical place and was exercising power over inferiors.
But not just inferiors. Some of the ones he subjugated were fellow Alphas (although lower hierarchically than Alpha Alex), thereby establishing Hierarchical order very much in line with my Hierarchy chart.
Most significant is the fact that Alpha Alex still owns those high school faggots to this day! They never recovered from the breedings they received as young adults, and remain hypnotized/addicted by the cum Alpha Alex pumps into them! That’s true power!
You can tell just from what Alpha Alex says about his training that he takes great pride in molding his fags and shaping them into obedient slaves. He clearly has a program he follows as he takes on new faggots, and I hope to learn more about that as I come to know him better.
Alpha Alex also takes great pride in his hunting and subjugation instincts. He mentions a couple of times about his his faggots often come from high-level and high-functioning males who are overcome by his power and his glorious cock. It must be tremendous to have such natural power!
By publishing this I want to introduce Alpha Alex to the world, but also to break down stereotypes. There are many Asian Alphas out there, and they deserve the submission and dedicated service of all faggots.
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