I’m the bottom who wrote you about two weeks ago wondering if I had cunted myself with a dildo. In my first message I mentioned how I started riding my toys without touching my cock and learned how to anal orgasm and that now it was a lot harder to orgasm from jerking off without anal stimulation. Well, I would like to report that two weeks later it is almost impossible for me to orgasm from jerking off even with anal stimulation. My erections are softer and stimulation feels a lot more muted than before. It’s gotten to the point where I could do it for an hour but I still get soft and don’t care about finishing.
The only thing that makes me feel satisfied is a couple anal orgasms now. I think my brain has actually been rewiring since accidentally cunting myself because it’s the only way I can masturbate now. It actually has become a bit of a turn-on like I’m emasculating myself and I’ve started to refer to my ass as a pussy and my orgasms as pussygasms because my penis is no longer a sexual organ. I’ve even been looking at chastity cages to make sure it stays this way.
I’m honestly so glad you wrote in again with such an insightful follow-up, because your first question caused me to really consider self-cunting and the larger implications of the cunting process. Your follow-up touches on some of the same thoughts I had, namely the alterations that happen due to cunting.
I’ve never self-cunted through anal play like you did, so my viewpoint was skewed. I always attributed the severe changes that occur within a faggot once it’s been cunted to the power of Alpha cock alone, and not the physiological changes within the faggot. But your experience shows that a faggot’s cunting changes its very nature, and not in relation to Alphas at all. It’s interesting.
To answer your questions:
1 . Yes, what you’re experiencing is very common among cunted faggots. After my first cunting, my urge and ability to masturbate severely decreased. Part of the reason for that (I think) is because the sensations of cunting are so extraordinary that traditional masturbation pales in comparison. But there’s more to it than that.
2. What I call “The Void” is related to cunting in a way, although “The Void” can occur in uncunted faggots. “The Void” is simply the aching emptiness we faggots have after having Alpha dick inside us. That ache causes us to stumble around in a daze in search of having another dick fill it up again.
3. No, you cannot call yourself a Man after this, because (as you should now realize) you weren’t a Man before you cunted yourself. You acknowledge this in the fact that you’re now referring to your hole as a “pussy”. That’s why I call mine a pussy as well. Every cunted faggot has a transformed view of themselves as something almost like a third gender. That’s why we have a separate word to describe us: FAGGOTS. I suggest that you get used to it.
Semantics aside, I would never insult Men by putting myself in the same category as they are given the mind-shift I’ve experienced through cunting. I’ll never be the same again.
I’m a little surprised I haven’t heard from faggots who’ve tried (and succeeded) in cunting themselves with large dildos after you published your experience. I know I’ve been eyeing up this huge black dildo I have … but I’d still rather be cunted by actual Alpha dick. But who knows? I’m weak!
This is a pretty good overview of the basic positions for proper faggots. We want to know these so well that we automatically assume them on command the way a soldier responds to a drill sergeant.
Of these. It seems that faggots struggle with the position that is also the easiest one: SIMPLE KNEELING. Too many faggots have their hands on themselves!
Findom attracts all kinds of wannabe Alphas to it. Lured in by the promise of easy money and a few laughs, these guys often misunderstand the purpose of the scene or its actual power. They usually resort to stereotypical homophobia that borders on real hate. Typically, they end up diluting the scene and ruining it for others.
But every so often a true Alpha arrives on the findom scene, and the difference is immediate and obvious. True straight Alphas like Master @alphaaesthetic8, Master @alphasepanta, Master @thekingtyler_, or Master @alphagodadonis are undeniably Alpha, and they aren’t acting a part … they LIVE that everyday regardless of findom. And THAT is where the true heart of findom lies. It’s not in the power exchange of money given in tributes, but in the HIERARCHICAL TRUTH as its foundation. Findom reveals the hierarchical truth that happens everyday among males. It’s NATURAL.
The latest addition to findom is a glorious “new” natural Alpha named Master Holden (@HoldenMastersX). I put quotes around the word “new” because this is actually a return to the scene for him after some time away so he could reassess how to properly conduct business with faggots. Much like the famous six-month break Master @alphaaesthetic8 took to rebuild his life into a findom machine that made him millions, Master Holden took a wise step back to retarget his objectives and make a better game plan.
And it’s brilliant.
Just like the star athlete he once was, Master Holden has returned to the field with a new game plan. And it begins and ends with this incredible two-part mission statement he published on his X account. Here’s part one:
When I first started doing findom, it was a funny thing to me. Yeah, I knew I was hot, a bit cocky, and had a big dick. The idea that people would just give me money because of it was a riot. As I got into, I noticed something familiar was happening. People have been serving me for years, I just didn’t know it at the time. Even back as far as high school, fags and my straight boys alike would rush to do things for me. Girls would literally throw themselves at me. Within my circle of friends, I was always the leader. So as my findom progressed, I started to understand it. I’ve always been a powerful Alpha and findom was just a natural kingdom for this king. In just under a year, I’ve made a substantial amount of money from findom. But something much bigger happened. I’ve established a growing stable of loyal fags and subs that serve me off X. They serve me financially but we’ve also developed long-term personal Alpha/sub relationships. I’ve learned to become quite comfortable in the power that I possess. I’ve even acquired a full time faggot that serves me in every day life. He does chores, he takes care of me, and even hands me large amounts of cash even though he isn’t a cash fag. Much like most of my subs, serving me has given him a purpose. But for me, it’s much more than the money. It’s safe to say that it’s been a minute since this has been a fetish for me. It’s now a lifestyle and has become a conduit for the natural alpha power that’s been emanating from me for as long as I can remember. I enjoy this. I enjoy owning fags. I spend more time texting with my loyal fags and subs than I do my friends and family. The relationships I’ve developed with them has been more gratifying than any others I’ve had. Well, except for girls. lol. That is why I’ve begun to offer direct contact with me to true finsubs and fags who really want to not only serve, but develop a long term relationship with their alpha. It costs a little bit to join, but you get my cell for unlimited texting and my telegram (exclusive to these subs) for DMs and an interactive group chat, and a ton of exclusive content not seen anywhere else. Best of all, it’s away from X and all the freeloaders and cheap attention whores. Just the real ones and me. This is for true finsubs and fags who want to serve and connect with a real alpha, not for fetish seekers who just want to talk to me. There are other outlets for that. This is your chance to serve a true alpha and have a meaningful relationship with him, but to also be part of something special. It’s a place where you finally belong among subs and fags just like you, serving your king together as a family.
So first off, notice that Master Holden first started the same way as every straight Alpha does, as a fun fetish and a way to make money.
But then comes the kicker: the worship from faggots made him MORE POWERFUL than he ever could’ve been without them! Suddenly he realized the truer destiny for natural-born, God-level Alphas like him!
Here’s the second part, where Master Holden defines his Alphahood in relation to the pretenders around him:
YOU CAN’T FAKE BEING AN ALPHA. You either are or you aren’t, and most of these findom “alphas” are not. They’re just playing a role to make a quick buck. Now me on the other hand, I’ve had people serving me since I was in high school. I just didn’t know it until I was introduced to findom and learned what it meant to be an alpha. When I was introduced high school, I was a stud. I was also the quarterback of a winning high school football team. I would have went on to play college ball, but an injury and surgery had other plans for me. Looking back now, I had almost an entire school serving my every need. I had girls throwing themselves at me. Once word got around about my big dick, I didn’t even have to try. They sought me out. I even slept with more than a few of my teammates girlfriends. My teammates were not only ok with it, but some of them were proud that I fucked their girl. It was status for them. There wasn’t a day that I didn’t at least get a blow job somewhere on school grounds from some slut. Then there were the faggots. There were a few and they would go out of their way to do things for me. They’d buy me things, offer to help me with my school work, etc. they’d pay for things too, like prom and year book dues. The straight guys weren’t much different. Thinking back, I could have had any one of them worship my feet like my fag does now. In my group of friends, I was always the leader. To this day, they still don’t do things if I’m not involved. They come to me for advice and seek my approval on things like girls their dating, a car they want to buy and so on. I don’t try at any of this. It just is because I’m an alpha. I’m a real alpha. I’m not an alpha because of findom, I’m in findom because I’m an alpha. Things just happen for me, men want to be me, and women want me (and some of the men too). This is part of why I created the Stable. Findom should be more than just online transactions. Fags should be able to serve their master proper and build a relationship with him, one not obstructed by tons of time wasters and freeloaders. So if you want a real relationship with a real Alpha male, get in my DMs faggot.
This confessional is most startling and incredibly insightful. It’s a glimpse into the mind of a developing God Alpha as he’s becoming self-aware of the great power he took for granted for so long.
People have harassed me over my ten years of teaching Hierarchy regarding my rigid definitions of roles. And it’s true, when dealing with human beings, you can’t totally shove every single person into a labelled box. However, Master Holden demonstrates every single characteristic of a God Alpha as defined by my Hierarchical chart in the pinned post of this website.
I know what I’m talking about because I’ve served God Alphas, and I know some God Alphas personally. That’s why I can be so confident in identifying Master Holden as a God Alpha.
Additionally, he’s the best kind of God Alpha because he’s benevolent, empathetic, and he sympathizes with the weaknesses he causes in inferiors. When he encounters a faggot in his everyday life and it stammers and avoids eye contact, he understands and accepts that as simply a result of his natural power over them. In fact, Master Holden welcomes that.
There simply isn’t a finer or more complete God Alpha in the findom scene than Master Holden. You all know how I feel about findom, but if I had a recommendation aside from Master @alphaaesthetic8, it would be this awe-inspiring King!
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!
It’s sometimes a bit terrifying to hear some of Master Jase’s stories of utter faggot destruction. It’s like watching a spooky documentary about Bigfoot, and you’re suddenly mortified by the idea of actual monsters roaming the earth.
Well, Master Jase is proof that there are, indeed, monsters walking among us. More like STALKING among us.
His latest true account is no less spinetingling:
It’s our Alpha nature to own, control and dominate in any situation. It’s your fag nature to submit, obey, and worship my Alpha power and stength. Be it conscious or unconscious.
Perfect example today. I power-fucked and cunted a hunked up fag for near over 5 constant hours yesterday evening. By the end he was nothing more than a weakly convulsing muscle ragdoll, wasted and delirious from the number of assgasms his cunt received. My house slut washed and carried the fag into a spare bed, before returning to worship and service my body and take my cock throughout the night.
At this point I made the observation that his house faggot is almost like a triage nurse there to care for the fag bodies broken and bruised by Master Jase’s animal lust.
Sometimes I sleep with him, spooning against him with my cock tucked up against his ass for easy access. Woke up this morning to my house slut sliding his cunt up and down my cock, cunting himself deep. Rolled and pinned him back down and flooded his used cunt with my morning load. I left him there in bed to recover, after having his dazed mouth clean my cock.
First thing I see in the corridor was yesterday’s hunk fag kneeling outside. Upon seeing me, the fag tried to stand but instantly collapsed, because his legs were still completely fucked out. He crawls towards me, moaning at the sight of me towering over him, and presses his head and mouth under my hard cock while his arms and hands gripe and worship my strong legs.
It was no question that the muscled fag was still cock drunk. His eyes were still dilated, his face was one of incoherent bliss, and he was barely able to talk. Yet the fag’s first instincts were to serve and pleasure me. Even when he couldn’t walk, his natural place was at my feet, worshipping and grovelling.
I dragged him to the sofa and allowed him to worship my body and cock. The fag made such satisfied moans as he touched my legs, sniffed and suckled on my balls, kissed and licked my abs and pecs, and sucked and nursed on my cock tip. I would pet and stroke his head and he would moan back in response. I pulled him back and asked him what he says, and his hoarse, barely coherent voice replies, “Thank you, sir.”
I decided to reward such good service by lifting up his hunky, wasted body, and bounce him up and down my cock. Completely at my mercy, his muscles just a grip hold for me to power him up and down. Had him swinging like a toy, moaning higher and higher, and having yet more assgasms on my cock. The fag’s cunt was still raw, pulpy and destroyed from last night but that didn’t stop me from slamming him up and down hard.
Pounded a massive load into him, his cunt lips were so battered it couldn’t contain my seed and much of it leaked out while I hammered my orgasm into him. Pulled him off and forced his gaping, drooling mouth back onto my cock for cleaning, and left him to my house slut, who at that point had come back to and was waiting to the side for my orders.
I can never get tired of seeing my seed seep out between an open pair of swollen cunt lips.
If you ever had a doubt about the reality of hierarchy being the truth, the life and conquests of Master Jase will dispel them immediately. He’s living proof of its truth.
He’s also living proof of what true Alphas need and expect from the inferiors in their lives. Sure, not every Alpha is as blunt an instrument as he is, but they all require the same worship and service.
And in return, Alphas like Master Jase reward these obedient faggots with training and experiences that will shape the rest of their lives.
So yes, the world has monsters in it. Necessary monsters!
I’m interested in the way this Alpha speaks to the faggot while he’s fucking it. He’s focusing the fag’s attention on the sensation of his cock pulsing inside its pussy, which is a clever way to get the fag to fall into subspace.
There’s definitely something to be said for mature Alpha Bulls who understand how to control and guide their faggots!
So I have an alpha, and he calls me faggot. Thats what I’m saved as in his phone, that’s how he addresses me—I don’t know if hes ever called me by my actual name. He calls me a faggot when he fucks my throat, and there is honestly no better feeling when he does. The other day he called me a ‘good faggot’ when I was cleaning his place, and man was that amazing.
I guess I’m curious, why do guys like me love being called a faggot so much? A lot of people find the term taboo, but I can’t get enough of it—it perfectly encapsulates who I am and what my role is.
Thank you for the question, brother!
Yes, this is one of the deepest truths in faggot life. We love being called filthy and derogatory names, but the term “faggot” stands alone as our deepest trigger word. One of my most popular posts on Tumblr in the earliest days of this site was an article that defiantly defended the use of the term “faggot”, and my stance has never wavered.
Why do we love it so much? Well, first of all, we are born faggots. When we first heard that term, we instantly identified with it because we knew instinctively that it described a truth inside us even before we had sexual thoughts (for me, it was in the sixth grade).
But we also like when Men and Alphas call us “faggot” because it makes us feel “seen” by them. So often, we go ignored (until they need something), so a Man acknowledging our faghood reinforces within ourselves that we are not imagining things. THIS IS ACTUALLY WHO WE ARE!
Faggots also have a masochistic/sadomasochistic side to them, and the use of the word “faggot” hits as hard as a fist sometimes. We like abuse in many ways; that’s just one.
Your Alpha is acknowledging your purpose and position by calling you “faggot”. In some ways, Alphas use the term with some amount of affection (like the name of a pet), and we can look at it that way as well. Relish his use of that term, brother!
Faggot psychology is complex for sure, but if you read this site you’ll practically get a PhD in it!
The very first roundtable discussion on the Hierarchy Discord will happen tomorrow night at 8pm CST. It should be a fun time, and everybody’s pretty excited about it!
The discussion will be recorded and uploaded to Patreon as an exclusive.
It’s hard to describe let alone quantify the cultural impact of a little B-movie titled THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW in 1975. Until that point, Western culture was still trying to wrestle its way out of the stiff, stodgy doldrums of the fifties and sixties, and new movements in civil rights and women’s rights were were rocking deeply embedded foundations on both sides of the Atlantic.
But the last remaining social barrier – sexuality – was still mired in old-fashioned ideas. Then TRHPS erupted like a technicolor volcano that dressed like a whore and played insanely-catchy rock music, and sexual identity would never be the same.
The film’s lasting influence comes almost entirely from Tim Curry’s jaw-dropping performance as Dr. Frank-n-Furter, a self-proclaimed “sweet transvestite from Transsexual, Transylvania.” Curry, decked out in drag queen makeup he invented for the part and his malevolent sneer, was brash, playful, and the instant epitome of sexual charisma.
I consider his first appearance onscreen to be one of the greatest entrances in movie history:
The film was made on a shoestring budget with nothing more than Curry, some brilliant songs by writer Richard O’Brien, and lots of risqué innuendo, but it has continued to transfix and influence generations for the 50 years since it was released.
Now a long-deserved official documentary will be arriving in theaters on October 3, 2025. And you can bet your hot patootie I’ll be there Opening Night, toast and rice at the ready!
I heard from a well-known cashmaster yesterday. He’s stepping away from findom because he’s being harassed and stalked by faggots in the scene, and it’s beginning to intrude on his personal life and business ventures.
This straight Alpha (who will never be named by me, so don’t bother asking) is one of the greatest Kings of the findom scene, a genuinely superior Man that any faggot would dream to serve forever. Before findom, he knew nothing about the ownership of faggots … but he learned quickly, and used his meticulous intelligence and heartfelt intuition to connect with faggots of all types while simultaneously showing his brothers a better way to lead. In a scene as potentially wretched as findom, he was it’s clearest and brightest light.
And some ignorant, selfish “faggots” out there have shut him down.
I’m profoundly disgusted by these so-called faggots. They know nothing about the depth of knowledge and peace that comes from faithfully and willingly sacrificing oneself in service to a superior Man. They play games in findom, accomplishing nothing of value, just masturbatory fantasies, division, and chaos.
I’ve long disagreed with findom Alphas (or any Alpha) who say faggots are worthless. In reality, true faggots are not worthless; in fact, they can be very valuable possessions of an Alpha’s Kingdom.
But these selfish, game-playing faggots ARE worthless. They have less use than the leaves and sticks gathered from the ground in the fall and used as kindling for bonfires.
This is truly another dark moment for a scene I’ve only ever half-endorsed anyway. All of the faggot pussies out there playing games with Alphas – or worse, actively trying to destroy their lives – should be truly ashamed of themselves. Of course, they’re too fucking stupid (or doped up) to understand.
These ones actually make me wish poppers were poisonous.
This black Alpha Master is known as @deepbreedz on X. He’s a very verbal, raunchy, dominant big-dicked King who seems to delight in the service of his faggots.
I love him already!
What I really appreciate about him is his skillful verbal banter that inspires his faggots to work harder to service him.
I only recently came across this profile of Master Evan who seem to really be ahead of his time in treating fags and have amazing videos from 2016-2018, some of them truly masterful. Any idea where he is now? Is he somewhat active? His approach is so unique, it made me curious
LOL seriously? I don’t know the guy, but his Twitter/X account hasn’t been active since 2020, and his website is down, too. He only had 1,000 followers. How on Earth would I even know anything about the guy?
I was born in 1978, so my entire conscious life as a homosexual and a faggot has been lived under the spectre of HIV and AIDS. It’s hard to explain to younger people what that has been like. Yes, technically they have had to deal with that as well, but to them HIV is a chronic and manageable illness thanks to the incredible medicines introduced in 1996.
But it was an absolute death sentence before 1996.
Back then, death came at diagnosis. The ostracism of terrified healthy people with their hatred and judgements made life almost unlivable before the disease actually took them. Then came the wave of opportunistic diseases as their immune systems collapsed, frightening and sometimes disfiguring conditions with terrifying names like toxoplasmosis, Kaposi’s sarcoma, Back then, death came at diagnosis; the ostracism of terrified healthy people with their hatred and judgements made life almost unlivable before the disease actually took them. Then came the wave of opportunistic diseases as their immune systems collapsed, frightening and sometimes disfiguring conditions with terrifying names like toxoplasmosis, Kaposi’s sarcoma, candidiasis, or Pneumocystis pneumonia that would ravage their bodies without relief.
The death of my gay friend Stephen in 1995 from AIDS spurred me to learn much more about the disease than any other HIV- person I knew. For a time I was actively part of a group of famous people known as “AIDS dissidents” who questioned the idea that HIV directly caused AIDS. Of course, my propensity for research-based conclusions eventually led me to fight with these people; In the late nineties I had a vicious back-and-forth with famed writer Celia Farber and her intractable views that science and evidence continually disproved until she finally cut me off. Yeah, I’ve always been a firebrand.
The shadow of HIV/AIDS is a long, cold one that has suffocated at least one entire generation – mine. Yet from that shadow rise voices and examples of those who went to their death struggling to cobble together some amount of dignity as their bodies failed. They wink at us like fireflies in the descending dusk. I thought about them when I was fighting for my life through cancer in 2018, and again though a blood infection of staph in 2020.
Why am I still here, and they are gone?
I feel like a soldier that took the beach in Normandy, only to look around at my friends all blown to pieces or missing limbs and strewn across the bloody sand like refuse. There is gratitude, of course, but also a vacuous void inside me. It’s a hollow victory.
I recently watched a documentary on Pedro Zamora, the beautiful gay boy featured on Season 3 of MTV’s revolutionary “reality” series The Real World in 1994. This particular season was as real as it gets, because Pedro was HIV+ and proudly advocating for knowledge and understanding. I watched that season, and Pedro made an impact on me. To see that bright, adorable young man so bravely stand up for himself during the show, only to fall terribly ill and die a few months later, was impossible to ignore. The memory of that last picture of him, crippled and nearly comatose just a day before his death, still haunts me.
And that’s the perfect word: haunted. My generation of gays is haunted by all of the hollow eyes and piercing cries of those lost to this discriminatory plague. And no matter how long I live here, I will never not hear them or see them.
Which is why I dearly love what Madonna did on her most recent tour. She took her classic “Live To Tell” and used it as a way to pay homage to all of the artists who died of AIDS around her over the course of her long career. The song was not originally about AIDS deaths, but it becomes the only anthem for people like me and Madonna and any others who survived the horror of it all.
