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!
You can access PART ONE of this series by CLICKING HERE.
Master Jase is not simply a God Alpha with impressive physical attributes (huge dick, bodybuilder musculature, and raging dominance), but he also possesses the mind of a scientist or skilled surgeon. His depth of understanding of hierarchy is as deep and as studied as anyone I’ve ever known. My consultations with him on the subject are deep and rich and infinitely rewarding.
Master Jase recently gave me a rare first class opportunity to peer into his mind and thought process as he extensively mapped out and executed a plan to mentor a young bisexual Alpha named Jake on how to cunt and own faggots.
In the first part we were introduced to Alpha Jake and his older faggot brother Tyler. Master Jase set up some of what was to come, but here we start to see Master Jase’s masterplan really take shape.
Update on training Jake as an emerging alpha and Tyler to be a well-cunted and trained fag. There is a routine whenever I visit. Jake has been present every session. He greets me by kneeling down, pulling out my god cock, and kissing the tip before worshipping and making love to my cock and balls.
Make no mistake, fag. Jake is still an alpha, and has the build, confidence, and quiet, masculine power you couldn’t fathom. Yet he knows his place as he leans his face against the immense weight of my cock dwarfing his face. Looking up at me with admiration and awe.
I won’t lie, fag. I have a deep urge to take over, grip him as I would my submissives, and reshape him sexually, but I resist. I know that day won’t be far where he, an alpha confident in his own ways, recognises the need and yearning to submit to his superior alpha.
Tyler, the faggot brother, is always by the side. I see the mixture of envy, disbelief, but above all, desire as he watches his younger brother surrender himself to my domination. I see how he bounces and twitches and flexes his back and body, as if imagining that it was his pussy and his mouth my massive cock was pillaging. When I deem Jake’s worship to be satisfactory, I hold Jake’s head still. He knows and gives me cock one final lick or kiss before standing up, and he always looks beautiful with his untrained, sore lips smeared in my pre, his spit and tears. His service over, I allow him to pull out his own cock.
We sit where we want, and I ask Jake about his feelings, answer questions, teach more about domination and submission or discuss different aspects of alphahood. The fag is acknowledged for the first time, as I order and gesture him to serve. We talk, and the slut sucks my toes, kisses and massages my leg muscles, gags and chokes himself on my cock, breathes deep under my heavy balls.
As of now, Jake is still exploring his own alphahood. He has leanings towards findom that I do not, he admires my brutality but knows that he cannot match me. I assured him that every alpha is unique and that surely his current sluts love how he controls them. You should see how proud he gets as he describes how he sexually and emotionally rules over his fags.
Jake is not uncomfortable seeing his brother serve me as we talk. In fact, he seems to revel in it with each visit. I told him not to touch his cock, but with the way his cock bounces, leaks, and visibly gets harder, I can tell he is very much into seeing his slut bro being used.
He is still banned from sexually using his brother. I know from our talks that he still admires his brother, but is now overlapping the fag imagery of his slut brother over that of the powerful built idol he remembers. At times, I turn Tyler so his pussy faces Jake, and I tell Jake to play with the plug that his fag bro uses to warm up his insides for my cock. One day, I will allow Jake to use and fuck his faggot brother. I am training Tyler for that day. But not yet.
I know it gives both Jake and the faggot a thrill when I end the discussion and haul up the fag’s massive muscled body with ease and carry him like a prize trophy into his room. One time, I directly thrust my giant cock into his pussy and carried him to his room, mounted and stuffed while he moaned and squirmed in my arms.
The cunting always last multiple hours. I am brutality, aggression, power, dominance. I do not muffle the fierce rutting, ensuring that Jake hears every second of the vigorous cunting. Recently I allowed to kneel at the doorway as I expertly fuck his once powerful brother. When I am done reducing the fag into a limp, ruined, gaping and seed-filled mess, before I leave, Jake again kisses and tastes my cock that had just dominated and savagely churned out his faggot brother.
Two days ago, Jake surprised me by having one of the guys he fucks at ready, next to his fag bro. Jake worships me nonetheless, but when we talk, he learns from me and has his own fag serving and worshiping his cock. He watches as we talk, mimicking me when I fuck his fag bro’s throat mercilessly, controlling the fag’s head to give him breath while making him breathe in my musk, smacking his fag’s face with his cock as I do, complimenting and commanding his fag when I call Tyler a ‘good boy’ or ‘suck harder bitch’, etc.
I could tell he had to ease off before he cums, when he would hold his fag’s head still and pant, but he had good control and lasted through our talk. I was impressed with how far he came, and with the look in his fag’s eyes and his noises, his fag was very appreciative of the more dominant nature of his master.
Cunting Tyler was even more virile, as I was pumped from witnessing the growth of Jake learning to use his fag. Slamming and crushing his body with my immense strength, jackhammering his reshaped pussy and breeding its gaped and ruined insides. As I use his dazed face to clean my cock, I hear from outside the distinct sounds of a cock rutting inside a pussy and the whimpering responses of a fag being well-fucked.
Jake doesn’t have my stamina or strength. I am incomparable in that regard. Nevertheless, he was able to continually fuck his own fag with breaks, no doubt spurred on by what he hears and knows happens in his brother’s room.
After I finish that session’s cunting and leave my fag blacked out, I exit and hear the squishing melody of lips servicing cock. Jake is spearing his fag’s throat, and as he sees me, still keeping his cock in his fag’s throat, bends down slightly and take my cock in his mouth. Just as routine.
I ruffle his hair, calling him my good boy. He moans around my cock in reply and thanks. I pulled his head up to meet my eyes with his and told him that next time, I’ll teach him how to cunt his fag. I’ve told him about it, but never demonstrated. I could see and sense Jake instantly relieving another load into his fag’s throat from the thought.
That will happen in two days time. I am eager to share with Jake the thrill and virility an alpha feels when he cunts a fag into that incomprehensible state of bliss all you faggots crave and desire.
This second phase of Master Jase’s plan to groom young Master Jake and teach him about the power of cunting is where things get really interesting. It’s a methodical approach, with each step used to help Master Jake accept and embrace the natural power he actually has!
I love that Master Jake was able to witness a true God Alpha at work. It helps him understand just how far he can really push fags in order to fulfill both himself and them. It reveals exactly what fags need in order to be obedient and centered.
But this is only the start. In the next part, Master Jase makes his next dramatic move with Master Jase that will teach Master Jake what cunting does within an Alpha hierarchy!
I wanted to express my opinion about the question you previously had about Gay VS Straight Alphas, and what type of Alphas was the more superior one.
In my humble opinion, the belief that Straight Alphas are superior to Gay Alphas is total utter bullshit, and quite frankly disrespectful to any Gay Alpha. To me, that belief stems from internalized homophobia about oneself, and eroticizes heterosexuality in a way that is completely separate from serving Alphas. Because someone thinks heterosexuality is “normal”, the homosexuality is deviant and abnormal, therefore inferior to heterosexual males. Which is again, bullshit.
I’ve seen comments saying Gay Alphas were inherently inferior because they had skin in the game, they had attraction to men, and could get attracted to Straight men too, meaning they were superior. The truth is, an Alpha sees getting served by a faggot completely separate from feelings or love. It has nothing to do with attraction, it is simply is innate right to be served and worshipped.
Faggots thinking Gay Alphas are inferior to Straight Alphas are simply bootlickers, and are disrespectful as a whole towards ALL alphas, just by questioning the alphahood of a certain subtype of Alphas.
Service isn’t about sexuality or attraction, it’s about DOMINANCE.
This topic has uncorked a torrent of responses since I published it a few days ago. I get all of the arguments, and I definitely understand yours.
I won’t add more to the fire right now, other than I’m more inclined toward your position (as I have been for many years), but the discussion will go on. I have more to publish on this, and will likely be my next podcast episode.
BTW: calling faggots “bootlickers” is almost redundant. LOL
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a gay marriage that has blossomed into a hierarchical union between a faggot named Dean and his husband. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I think Dean the faggot and his (now) husband/Master is the first time I’ve chronicled a former couple reorganize themselves into a proper Alpha/faggot dynamic in real time. Typically I enter at some point after it’s happened, or still needs to happen.
This is good because we can observe the shifting dynamics and see the adjustments happen “live” so we can learn what must occur to make a successful, healthy transition.
Dean has done an excellent job so far in surrendering to the released power of his Alpha husband. There was never any doubt about where this was eventually headed, but it happened quicker than I thought due to unexpected help from Master’s work mates.
I wanted to update you about everything that happened this month. Since my Master-Husband caged me I have been very obedient and respectful of the rules he set for me. Having only my pussy as a sexual organ has improved our sex, as I am not concerned anymore with touching my dicklet and I can fully focus on his needs.
My Master-Husband has also became more confident in acknowledging his role in public. He was out for some drinks with some of his straight work colleagues, and when talking about their partners, he shared that I started serving him. He told me that they were all drunk but that he was surprised how none of the other guys were shocked. One of them actually said: “I never understood how it worked without a woman, happy to hear that you lost a husband but gained a wife”. Some days later, another of the straight colleagues that were in that conversation told him that he wanted to talk in private and revealed that he is a straight Alpha owning several faggots. My Master-Husband was delighted to have someone to share knowledge with and asked him if he could send one of his most experienced faggots to our home to teach me how to be the perfect slave.
This is how I met Ryan, a faggot in his thirties with a mullet, plumpy lips and a very feminine body. He came home one weekend to teach me some tricks: positions to practice my arch, resting poses that show my submission while keeping my pussy accessible, ways to greet alphas…
Ryan was incredibly patient with me and his advice was very helpful but at the same time it also made me feel a bit insecure. I could see that my Master-Husband was eating him with his eyes. He often stepped in during the training so that both Ryan and me could practice our positions in front of him and licked his mouth several times looking at Ryan.
It was such an obvious situation that we talked about it immediately after Ryan left. He said that we were no longer in a traditional marriage and that although I would always be his husband, it’s in his nature to have more than one faggot and it would happen eventually. I agreed. He added that Ryan was owned by his friend but that he had said that he could use it sometimes to get a taste of the full hierarchy experience.
From reading the experiences of other faggots on your website I knew that this moment would come sooner or later but now that it’s happening I can’t help feeling scared… Although I know that in the long term it will be beneficial for our relationship.
Love,
Dean
First of all, how awesome is it that Dean’s Master-husband found Alphas at work who were totally supportive of his move with Dean? Even better, he found a straight Alpha who also owned faggots! That helps!
(And let this be yet another reminder that straight Alphas own/use faggots much more than anyone realizes!)
As far as this uncomfortable situation with the faggot Ryan, I’m sure Dean might’ve preferred something a little different (especially the way Ryan seemed to be leering). However, I look at it as the equivalent of tearing off a Band-Aid. We all know it’s coming, so just get it over with.
I applaud Dean’s Master for being so bluntly honest about everything. That’s how I know (and Dean should know) everything’s going to be alright. This expansion of Master’s power is natural and necessary, and as his faggot Dean should be thankful. Every faggot wants to see their Master grow stronger.
Honestly, adding more faggots only makes Dean’s position better. I know that sounds counter-intuitive, but it’s true. The more fags there are, the more the Master appreciates his first fag. You can ask Fabien about that, for example.
I’m so grateful to Dean for sharing this development! I hope his Master gets to read this and appreciate what a good boy he owns!
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!
Cunting is an integral tool Alphas use to finalize their ownership of their faggots. It puts an exclamation point on the end of the takeover process, firmly and finally cementing the roles between Alpha and faggot. Once a faggot is cunted, there is no longer any questions about ownership or who wields the power in the dynamic.
But what about an Alpha cunting an Alpha? Does it work the same?
I’ve certainly covered Alphas breeding Alphas. From Master Chad breeding virtually every Alpha on Hierarchy Island to Master Lorenzo’s breeding of Master Jose, there have been quite a few examples laid out of both the events themselves as well as the aftereffects.
But cunting isn’t the same as breeding. It’s more intense, more humbling, and more vulnerable than what Alphas typically experience. And to my knowledge, I’ve never heard of an Alpha cunting another Alpha before, but I guess it never crossed my mind.
It also never crossed my mind that cunting could be used in Alpha mentorship. Of course, a God Alpha like Master Jase does think in those terms, which is why I wasn’t terribly surprised when Master Jase opened this conversation:
A responsibility of an alpha that I believe in is nurturing not just fags and sluts in their roles, but potential other Alphas. I feel like it is not a talked often point. The past couple weeks, I have had the pleasure of starting to shape and guide a young Alpha. But I do have a question of my own at the end of this.
A recent fag of mine is a military man. Let’s call him Tyler. Tall, muscled, oozes masculine energy, all that strength was turned into one of subservience by my raw power and dominance. I easily subjugated him both in strength and sex, twisting his arms while I buried his face in my crotch, stepping on his face as he laid wasted on the ground, making him take my massive cock down his throat and powerfully breaking his hole into a reshaped cunt for my cock and seed.
It’s been a couple months, and Tyler, while making good progress, has still yet to take all of my god cock inside him. During this New Years, he beggingly asked if I could train him harder so he’ll able to take me completely. There was no better place than his own home, and I’ve been ravaging him every three days and wasting him.
Last week, Tyler told me that his younger brother would be staying with him, and asked if that would trouble me. I told him that serving me was what should be most important on his mind, regardless of whether his brother was around. That he shouldn’t be tense about letting his younger brother know he was a slut to a superior man.
I met his younger brother one night after I had fucked Tyler into a wasted, bred mess. Jake was his name. I appraised him as he did me, and a sense came over me that he was more commanding than he appeared to be. That was he was more of a leader than the fag I had just finished ruining. I only nodded at him and him me before I left.
The next time, Jake was there from start to end of when I was using Tyler. He was the first to ask me, “So you’re the guy who made my brother into a cock slut.” He said that Tyler had come clean to him that he was a bottom and sub. That he didn’t expect his military brother to be a slut. I asked him if that was a problem, and he said no, and telling me, “I’ve fucked guys and girls myself.”
At that point I think I felt the sense that he was also an alpha. I sat down and we talked. He told me about how he got off on commanding both guys and girls to suck and worship him. How he took control in his friendship group and led events and ideas. How he felt right being the one to order people around.
In return, I told him about alphahood. About the differences between him and other men, that there were levels to masculine dominance and power. That it was his right to own and rule over others, but that he had duties and responsibilities for the care and treatment of his sluts.
It was no question that I was still superior to Jake. Through our conversation, he slowly got more hard. I told him to strip, and at first he resisted, but I stood, staring at him, and he obeyed. I taught him his first lesson that there was hierarchy even between alphas. The first was a cock comparison; he was shocked that I outsized him by a significant amount.
The second was when he made a comment that he “never thought an Asian could fuck other men”. To that, I told him to kneel. And told him that alphas come in all shapes and sizes, and that he should never make assumptions. I then told him to kiss my cock that had just finished seeding his brother. He was hesitant at first, but as I stood over him, he slowly did. I then let him sit back next to me, but I kept my cock out of my shorts while he was completely naked, a physical sign that I was the dominant one and in control.
I then told him that he and Tyler could talk about the differences between themselves. How they individually feel around other men, how they view control, and the difference in his thought process compared to his fag brother’s. He was a bit iffy about me calling his brother a fag, but I told him, for men like Tyler, there was no greater compliment than calling him a good fag.
Before I left, I also told him that he was not allowed to physically touch Tyler without my permission. That I would be back in a couple days to teach him more.
My question to you, fag Sam. Do you think it would be a good idea to slowly teach Jake about alphahood by using his brother as a fag example? By that, I mean dominating his brother in front of him. Verbally, mentally, and physically. Showing all sides of my aggressive and brutal alphahood to Jake by using his fag brother. I have a certain thrill from thinking of doing so, but I would like a second opinion as to whether it would be appropriate.
Of course I agreed that Master Jase should do all of those things in order to teach Alpha Jake about these intimate truths both about his brother as well as himself (as if I would ever argue with Master Jase about anything!).
So Master Jase began to formulate a training plan for both Tyler the faggot and his brother Alpha Jake:
Of course, I made sure Jake understood his position. He is still an alpha in training. He’s fucked guys and girls and no doubt proud of it. But he has yet to understand the power dynamic and hierarchy. How to both firmly and fairly treat the fags and sluts we own. How alphas are right to take what we wish, but also how we are to balance our needs and desires with responsibilities.
Most importantly, for me at least as a breeder god alpha. He has not experienced cunting out a slut of his own yet. I asked him whether he has had a boy or girl completely surrender themselves both body and soul on his cock and to his dominance and he said that he’s only fucked them to exhaustion, and not to that level that I said.
One of my lessons will be cunting out his fag brother in front of him. So he can visibly see the difference between how normal dominance is, and how an alpha truly breaks and tames a faggot slut. And Jake’s role will be to thank me and kiss my cock and body as I wish. To respect me as a god alpha taking my time to help guide him.
I do plan to eventually slide Jake’s ass on my giant cock. To let him feel first hand my virility and power. And I’ll seed him after I have cunted him, in the way I have done to alphas before him. It will be a slow process. I am training Tyler in two days, and I plan on having Jake close by to listen. Not to watch, not to be there in the room where I will cunt out Tyler all over again, but to hear the sounds of an alpha destroying a muscled fag and the noises his fag brother will produce.
One of the goals is to further remove any lingering thoughts that an Asian cannot be as dominant and powerfully masculine. He admitted his wrong, and understood his place when he kissed my cock, but a lesson repeated is a lesson well learnt. And once I have deemed him capable. I will then allow him to brutally use his own faggot brother.
It may take weeks, but I am looking forward to nurturing alpha talent. Jake is the first of such young age that I have claimed and taken under my wing. There is some level of thrill in it. To give some context, Jake is barely 20 in his second year of university. Tyler is 28 years old.
There is no machine known to the natural world more suited to cunting males as Master Jase. His giant dick and unspeakable power vibrates the walls of whatever room he enters, forcing every other male to assume some level of submissive posture. He has cunted more males than other Alphas have even fucked. But he also takes Alpha mentorship as seriously as he does faggot training. He deeply respects hierarchy in ways that even put me to shame. We both respect it in quasi-religious terms.
If any Alpha wanted to be cunted by another Alpha and still retain his respect as an Alpha, Master Jase is that God Alpha. He knows very well the secret thoughts Alphas hide inside them, and he knows how to nurture those feelings through a variety of means, including cunting.
I’m splitting this important teaching into parts because I believe it tells us much about Alphahood, the relationships between Alphas, and the power of mentorship for Alphas. This is a powerful lesson all students of hierarchy need to learn and absorb, because it forms the foundation of the foundation of our society.
Hi Sam, Recently I came across some of your posts on X where you claimed that Straight Alphas say gay Alphas are below them in the hierarchy. I’ll start by saying that I agree with them. I truly believe that Straight Men are superior and that gay Alphas are below any Straight Man, but that’s not the main point. Even if we want to indulge the idea that gay Alphas could be equal to Straight Men, or even Straight Alphas, because of how they treat others and how they act, it’s clear as day that they don’t get respected by Straight Men simply because they are gay. The hierarchy is a social pyramid based mainly on sexual power, and the fact that gay Alphas, as gay males, could potentially be attracted to a Straight Man gives them a natural weakness and makes them inferior to a Straight Man, let alone a Straight Alpha, because the Straight Man holds power over the gay Alpha. To me, that doesn’t mean gay Alphas don’t exist, but rather that they are below Straight Men. We can see this everywhere, the number of dominant “Alpha” tops who have confessed that they would submit to real men, meaning Straight Men, is astounding. I’m not judging them, actually, I support this. I just don’t understand how you can believe they are equal to Straight Men or even Straight Alphas. Part of me wants to understand you and believe you, but I just can’t see that.
Thank you for the question/observation!
I’m not going to argue, because you make a salient point here. I would be inclined to agree with you based on that reasoning.
I remember back in the very early days of this site my pyramid looked significantly different. In that version I split the triangle down the middle, with one side a shade darker than the other to denote the gay versions of each level. After a significant amount of pressure from many including gay Alphas (for homophobia, no less!), I altered it. So you can see from my past stances that I’m not traditionally far off from your conclusion within myself.
I do think procreation itself is an argument for a lowered status for gay Alphas, but your additional reasoning makes a good case even stronger. However, I do think it’s more of a case of adjustment within Alpha hierarchy as opposed to an adjustment to the entire pyramid.
I’m happy to entertain more thoughts on this! Thanks again!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
For more than ten years I’ve been consistently preaching one fairly controversial message: straight Alphas use faggots sexually and remain straight. In fact, the original name of this site as registered in 2015 was FagsWorshipStraights.Tumblr.com. I had served so many straight Alphas in my life that I wanted to teach people this fundamental hierarchical truth.
I received a lot of pushback for a lot of years (I’m still getting it), but again and again through this site I have instead raised an irrefutable mountain of evidence proving this truth. I’m unassailable in this regard. Do you have any idea how many straight Alphas tried using faggots because of this site and discovered I was right?? I don’t even know, but it’s A LOT of them.
Master Vinicius is the latest straight Alpha to become exposed to this site’s message after his longtime friend Felipe admitted that he was a faggot and directed him to this site. And Master Vinicius warned me in one of our earliest conversations that he would never use a faggot sexually no matter what I said to him.
And I just smiled. You see, I know the power of hierarchy better than any straight Alpha. They can protest all they want, but in the end I know the POWER will move them more than their fears and paranoia.
So the other day Master Vinicius started asking me questions about how in theory he might approach Felipe in order to in theory try using him as a cocksucker.
But I didn’t give Master Vinicius theories. I gave him facts.
I gave him the truth … and the truth set him free:
So Sam… Here’s what happened.
I went over to my fag’s place using my emergency key, he was lying on the couch and I immediately told him to get up and get close to me. I gave him the first slap of the evening in his face. “Do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he said he didn’t. Slap number 2. I ordered him to take off his shorts and be only in his undies and with his shirt on. He did it. Slap number 3. “I’m gonna ask again: do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he asked if I was there to use him and… Slap number 4. “Only idiots answer a question with another question. What’s the correct answer?” And he said “You’re here to use me, Sir.” I said good boy and gave him the slap number 5. Then I gave him a wedgie and told him to get me a glass of cold water, a bowl I could put my feet in filled with warm water, a towel and nail clippers.
As he ran to get all of that I sat on his couch and started looking for something interesting to watch on the tv.
He got back, gave me the glass of water, put the bowl in front of me with the towel around his neck while the water was heating on the stove. I ordered him to kneel.
I told him to get my underwear I gave him this morning, he picked it up and I put it over his head, with the bulge part against his nose. By that time the water was already warm enough to pour into the bowl and I ordered him to get it.
When he came back and the bowl was filled I said “You’re starting tonight by washing my feet and massaging it. Then you’ll clip my nails. You’re not allowed to say a word unless spoken to. I have a lot to talk to you. Understood?” – “Yes, sir”
Then I went on and on about how I got very pissed and disappointed at him for talking about me to strangers online and having it published. But I said his luck was that he did that with you, and that I’ve been chatting with you lately. I told him you’re a VERY intelligent person, very eloquent and well versed in this hierarchy matter. So much that I got a boner reading one of your emails. That chatting with you made me realize that my cock does deserve to be worshipped. I told him we’re not friends anymore. But I decided to still keep him in my life because you, Sam, opened my eyes to the things I can get from him that no other women is capable to provide me. And that I got that boner because of the rush of power I had. And that I decided to give him one chance to finally prove himself he can be completely useful under our new dynamic – and one chance only.
By that time he had already finished washing and clipping my nails and he was just massaging my feet. I was already only with my underwear on. It was a fun sight, since he had my dirty underwear covering his face and he didn’t even notice I was barely clothed.
“Do you want to take this chance you’ve been waiting for 20 years, fag” – “Yes, Sir. I’ll do anything” – good.
I told him to dry my feet and approach. Got him kneeled between my legs and shoved his head on my crotch (with two pairs of underwears between his nose and my junk – the one on his face and the one I was wearing) and I told him to tell me his case, and it should be a very convincing speech.
He said something to the lines of “I’ve always knew I was a faggot and you’re an alpha. I was afraid the day you realized this would never gonna come. Out of all the men in the world you’re the one who deserves to enjoy this power the most. You changed so many peoples lives, you always guided people around you, you literally saved my life a few times and I’ve always been grateful to be around you, because you make feel safe being what I’m meant to be… Even if you didn’t know about it before. And now that you do I would be honored to show you new heights to your power and make you feel like the God you are.”
That “God” part REALLY got me hard right there, Sam.
I told him to take my underwear off his face and stare at my hard rock bulge. His eyes were shinning like a kid on Xmas day. I asked him “What are you?”, he said “I’m your faggot, Sir!”, I asked “And what am I?” He said “The greatest man I’ve ever seen. You’re my God, sir!”
Sam, my cock was throbbing already. Not in a million years I’d imagine something like this would happen. And you were spot on when you said that I got that erection from your email because of the feeling of power I had.
I told him to get some lube. He ran to his bedroom and brought it to the living room, handed to me and went back on his knees. I told him to turn around and put his head on the floor and his ass up. I pulled his undies back to normal, ripped the back just enough to get access to his hole, put some lube on it and told him to turn around facing me. He was losing his mind. He was shaking, dripping sweat. I could see he was nervous. I told him to calm down, that I wouldn’t do anything to harm him not anything he didn’t want me to do anyway. “Ok, boy?” – “Yes, sir!”
Then I gave him another slap and asked how many times have I slapped him already. He’s such a good boy that he immediately said “Six times, Sir! One on each cheeck, Sir!” – I smiled, said he’s a good boy and told him to try and ride my right foot. He didn’t hesite. Though he didn’t manage to get all my toes in, I’m proud of him anyway. You see… My feet are size 14. And my big toe if probably bigger than his little baby dick.
I let him ride my feet as I put my cock out and told him to jerk and admire it. If a meteor hit us at that moment I don’t think he would notice. He was COMPLETELY hypnotized. He was playing with its head, my pubes, my heavy balls… Drooling in lust to put it inside his mouth. And I’m not saying that figuratively , he was ACTUALLY drooling without noticing. It was the first time in my life I’ve seen someone so mesmerized by my hard cock. Not even my wife was ever like this.
I told him he could start worshipping my cock with his mouth.
He started on the head, playing with his tongue. Then started sucking it and without me even ask him he put the whole thing down his throat and started fucking it. It took a while until he started having gag reflexes. At one point he did something I’ve only seen in porn… My cock was down his throat, his nose was on my pubes and he managed to put part of his tongue out to lick my balls at the same time. I didn’t know it was possible! It felt AMAZING.
It was already the best blowjob I ever gotten! And he even forgot he had my toes inside his ass! Hahaha
Then he asked me permission to talk. I said yes. He asked permission to give me a surprise, but to do that he needed to get up for a second. I was so caught up in the moment that I said sure.
He got up, went to the kitchen and I heard him saying “Sir, do you mind if I ask you to close your eyes for just a sec?” To which I said ok, but hurry.
He came back, started riding my foot again and started sucking my cock again… But I felt his mouth icy and warm and wet at the same time. It was a weird but AMAZING feeling and I asked him if he had an ice cube in his mouth and he put his tongue out to show me 3 black halls drops.
DISCLAIMER: I know in the us you guys buy Halls drops for cough/throat. Here in Brazil that’s a Candy. And I’ve heard a lot about people using it to give oral sex.
That little motherfucker got me NUTS swallowing my cock with those halls drops inside his mouth. He was deepthroating, putting both of my balls in his mouth, sucking my head like a baby on a pacifier… But it was when he started licking my frenulum with that hot/icy/wet tongue while rubbing my head with one hand and massaging my balls that I admit I lost control. While he was doing that he kept saying that my body is a shrine and my cock is the God he worships. That my cock rules his life from now on if he is considered worthy of it. That he was in heaven being able to do what he had dreamed of for years and years and kept asking me if he was being a good boy. He had tears of happiness scrolling down his eyes.
Sam… All I could do was grunt, moan and breathe heavily. Nobody EVER got me like that only for giving me head. Actually… “Giving head” is not a good enough definition for what that faggot did.
I told him I was close to shoot my load… And he didn’t change his pace one bit. He started licking my frenulum with what he had left from one of the drops on his tongue and trying to say “please, daddy… Give me your God load!” and when he felt my cock was swelling up and about to cum he deep throated himself again, nose on my pubes, tip of his tongue on my balls and my juice exploded direct into his throat. He hold it there for, idk, 20 second. Then started to slurp it out.
Honestly, Sam. I think I haven’t came THAT HARD since I got my wife pregnant.
He sat more firmly on my foot and just looked at me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. My face was probably of disbelief, I ain’t lying. I’ve NEVER experienced something like this before. Then he said 5 magic words: “I love your cock, Sir!”
I told him to get up and bring me another glass of water as I was trying to recompose myself. He came back with the water and kneeled and put his head down.
Sam. I had to take a few moments to admire that sight and make sense of what just happened.
You were completely right on every word you said. I could NEVER have a woman giving a treatment like that. Not treatment… Worship.
I told him to look at me and got close to him. As I reach for his face he threatened to flinch for a millisecond but I said “Don’t worry. I’m not giving you the 7th slap” instead I rubbed his head and told him I was really proud of him. And that he aced the one chance he had. I was so proud that I don’t think I’m letting Flavio getting near him again. He can’t appreciate a worship like that. This faggot is mine. As he always been.
Full disclosure: I warned Felipe that I thought Master Vinicius might be ready to use his throat, so he was able to have those Halls cough drops ready. LOL
Brothers, this is how we win every time. We submit completely to the awe and majesty of our straight Alphas and we worship them in ways that never ever occur to females. We blow their minds in addition to their cocks until there is no doubt in their minds that they need to keep using us.
Felipe went above and beyond in order to thoroughly satisfy Master Vinicius, leaving him with a feeling he’d never quite experienced so acutely before: God Alphahood.
And the most revelatory part: Master Vinicius was still STRAIGHT, but changed in the most extraordinary way. You see, his sexuality didn’t change … but he began his ascent to levels of power other straight Alpha deny themselves. What a shame!
But Master Vinicius wasn’t done! Just like any powerful Man who has achieved some intoxicating level of wealth and glory, Master Vinicius wanted to drink more from the wellspring of hierarchical power!
He ordered his faggot to write of their second encounter:
I got to serve Master Vinicius again! He called me saying he was almost done at the gym we have here, that he wanted me to go downstairs with a fresh towel for him. I immediately went down and he was leaving the gym, I gave him the towel and he told me to follow him to the elevator. When we got there he gave me back the towel and told me to sniff it as we were going up. He said his wife will be out for a couple of days and asked if I thought was fair that he had to release his stress by himself. I said of course not. And we got into his place.
He told me to make him his protein shake and load the washing machine with the laundry on the baskets from the master bathroom and the second bathroom. So I did. When I finished all of that he said I had the machine’s cycle time to suck him dry. He was still smelling from the gym. I CAN’T PUT INTO WORDS HOW GREAT HE SMELLED!!! I started sucking him and he kept telling me to say how great his cock is and how much I love it – like I needed an excuse to do that… He said he’s gonna use me all these days his wife is not around. Not to get my hopes up about him fucking… Yet. He said he does want to fuck me and is going to do it eventually, but I’ll know when he’s ready. I teared up a bit, not gonna lie. I felt very emotional. Then he shoved his cock way down my throat and gave me a head lock on my neck, I couldn’t move and barely breathe. And he got me like that as he finished his protein shake.
I got to suck his dick, lick his balls, his armpits, his chest… It was like I was given the gift of cleaning his sweat with my tongue. It felt AMAZING!
When he was just about to cum he told me to stop sucking and just stare at his cock and balls to see how a real man cums… And he came on his foot and made me to lick it clean. Sam… I’m not into feet AT ALL. But it felt A-MA-ZING!
By then the machine was done and he told me to hang up the clothes and do the dishes in sink while he had a shower. And that I was supposed to leave as soon as I finished it because he didn’t wanna see me when he left the shower. So I ran to do that and came back home.
Btw: as I was sucking him he prohibited me from jerking off (he knows I’m a gooner) and that I’m gonna know when I’m allowed to cum – but gave me no details about it, so I’m kind of in the dark. But I won’t question it. He knows what’s best for me.
Incredible!
We see so many elements in these encounters that I’ve discussed for years, natural laws straight Alphas understand and utilize when using a faggot (like denying Felipe masturbation while serving, or making Felipe lick his cum off his feet) because they come from the very heart of all straight Alphas. They all want the same worship, the same service, the same honor, respect, and awe.
And only faggots give straight Alphas exactly what they crave!
So once again, the hierarchical truth contained on this site has changed a life, this time a powerful straight God Alpha named Master Vinicius. And our world is better for it!
BUT WAIT: This is only PART ONE! Just wait until you hear what happened NEXT!
I’ve been a lurker for quite sometime and haven’t messaged you before but I saw one of your posts around early November last year showing a white top and an Asian bottom with some very heavy white dominant race play. I am dealing with some natural desires that conflict with my own sense of morality and figured I would reach out for help. To give you context I am 6’7 240 cornfed Midwestern alpha that is a German, Irish, and Scandinavian mix and I crave the submission of weaker smaller men, nothing too surprising to you I am sure.
The problem is I also have a strong desire specifically to use and humiliate those of different races than me. It isn’t something I am proud of but it feels like an ingrained built in drive. In my day to day I believe in equality and treating everyone like an individual with respect regardless of their physical characteristics and would consider myself very liberal politically. But when I get horny and an Asian or black faggot is worshipping me I find we both naturally start spouting the most racist filthiest white supremacist things we can think of. I feel the need to conquer and colonize rushing in my blood like an ancestral urge and I just brutally take what is mine while humiliating and degrading the faggot while making them stroke my ego as well as my cock. Often a play scenario is I’ve finished conquering a village and knocking up its women and then I’m using the weaker faggot who couldn’t defend them as my musk rag and sexual relief toy. It feels so amazing to hear an Asian twink half my size beg for my “superior white babies” and “to colonize their inferior bloodline” But I feel extremely guilty after and know that I don’t actually believe those things I said. I never do it unless specifically asked for, but it is almost always asked for unprompted, especially by Asian faggots when we compare his clit to my cock. I even have had white and Jewish bottoms telling me how much better my BWC is than others.
I know your perspective as a white bottom is going to inherently make you biased towards being submissive to tops of other races and you know the pleasure that raceplay can bring especially towards alphas, but I would appreciate hearing your thoughts on how a white alpha should handle raceplay and if you’ve heard any perspectives from Asian or black bottoms who have done submissive raceplay. There are faggots and alphas in every race, so why is raceplay going both directions something that seems to be a natural ingrained guilty pleasure throughout the community, is it just the taboo nature of it all that makes it so thrilling?
Thank you for writing, Sir!
Race play is a weird kink in hierarchical play (and yes, I consider it to be hierarchical). As a young faggot serving black Alphas constantly, I encountered quite a few who would demand that I beg them to fuck me “with their big nigger dicks”, etc. This went against everything I believed in about race, and I must admit I don’t think I was particularly convincing while doing it (in fact, I was spanked for not being loud enough). I guess intellectually I understood why it was hot, but it just felt wrong to make derogatory comments like that about superior Men.
Of course, your case is quite different, Sir. You are a mountain of white superiority, and all people are inferior to you physically, if not in every way. I can see why you end up in those scenarios where faggots of certain races might want you to degrade them (or why you might want to). After all, you are an unrivaled physical specimen, so why not live out a fantasy with you?
I don’t think you should feel guilty for enjoying this, Sir. I think it’s just part of the overall power play element of hierarchy that everyone agrees is hot. What you’re doing is no different than an Alpha “raping” a faggot and then providing loving aftercare to it. Obviously the Alpha is not really a rapist, but he needed to express that level of aggression in the moment. The real Alpha is the one who comforts his faggot afterward.
Same with you. You’re obviously not a hateful racist or bigot, but in the moment you want to experience “full power” levels of aggression. It’s thrilling for you and your faggots, Sir. But afterward, you return to your true personality. And look at it this way: the very fact that it bothers you proves you are not a racist.
If we held the things said and done during the heat of sex against others, sex would never happen. Sex is supposed to release the animal within us, the primal urges you speak of, Sir. To deny ourselves that level of expression is to live a sexual life unfulfilled and ungratifying.
You of all people were born to take whatever you want. You should never live in a cage of societal or moral restrictions, Sir.
Long ago I had an idea for an app that would combine the Alpha/fag dynamic featured on this website with a way to meet each other and serve each other. At the time, my app idea was called WRSHIPR. I tried to get that idea off the ground with an attempt at crowdfunding, but crowdfunding sites rejected me and my large audience ignored it.
So I went “fuck it” and dropped it rather than press onward, mainly because I didn’t have the first clue how to build it (now such things can be built almost instantly with AI). Instead, I built the Hierarchy University Discord server, a global community full of even more features than my app would’ve tackled, and it has been a nice success.
But a Master and his faggot on that Discord server who have programming knowledge decided to create an app specifically for Masters who own (or want to own) faggots, an app that helps them track the progress of their faggots and even find new ones.
It’s called HELM!
WELCOME TO HELM
Here are the details from their press release, including a special offer exclusively for readers of this site!
I’m JD, faggot. My Master and I worked together to build SubmitList because we were tired of working on Telegram with messages and spreadsheets. There was no modern infrastructure for something else, so I built it. SubmitList gives Doms a command center called The Helm — assign tasks, set expectations, require photo/video proof, track completion, build recurring rituals. For subs, it’s structure made tangible. The work of submission gets the system it deserves. Privacy-first from the ground up. Communities coming soon — ways for groups like this one to connect and share within the platform.
For Hierarchy University:
Create a hierarchy for your D/s and subscribe from the Hierarchy settings menu. First 50 members: Code HIERARCHYWINS — FREE subscription After that: Code HIERARCHYWINS50 — 50% off Both codes good through end of February.
Check it out: https://submitlist.space/
I’m not dropping a link and disappearing. Let’s work together to build something that works. Happy to answer questions or take feedback.
Send thoughts, ideas, feedback to me at info@submitlist.space
This seems like the start of a pretty amazing app! It’s continuing to be developed daily as more features are added, but now would be a great time to join and take advantage of the discounts using those codenames listed above!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It saddens me that so many straight Alphas go through life without any proper knowledge of hierarchical truth. I mean, they might naturally understand some of it – we all do instinctively – but they refuse to fully embrace hierarchical truth because of one stupid reason: parts of it seem too gay. It feels too much like a gay fetish (and, in fact, gays have fetishized it) to seem important or even relevant to their lives.
But here’s the truth: no straight Alpha will ever ascend to greater power (or even know there is greater power) until they accept the truth of hierarchy and accept their purpose and the purpose of faggots as property to own and use. Why is this so important? Because the submission and obedience of faggots teaches straight Alphas that they are more than merely MEN, but they are, in fact, KINGS. How can any Alpha ascend if he is not a ruler of men? Seeing other males kneel and obey their commands sends a charge through a straight Alpha that is quite unlike anything they’ve ever felt before.
A power they’ve never felt before. A power that appeals to their dominance and their need for worship. They don’t get that worship from their females, not the way a faggot freely offers it. And once a straight Alpha understands that, an entire world of power opens up to him. It’s almost as if cataracts are removed from his eyes, and he sees the world properly, as HIS world. It’s a beautiful (and important) moment of realization.
I’ve recently been involved in a developing story of a faggot named Felipe who was best friends with a straight Alpha named Vinicius. Over the twenty years of their friendship, Felipe has been hiding his true nature as a faggot while helping Master Vinicius raise his son. I became involved with them after Master Vinicius’s son confided in Felipe that he was fucking girls and faggots. You can catch up by referring to this thread right HERE.
Suffice it to say that Felipe went to Master Vinicius about this issue, and at that point Master Vinicius discovered me and this site. And that’s when his whole worldview changed.
He was initially enraged about what Felipe had done, as you can tell by reading this first message from him. But I wrote a long reply trying to reason with him while teaching him a few aspects about hierarchy that he simply never considered.
And listen to his next response:
Hello, Sam. It’s Vinicius again.
I was set on putting a pin in this whole thing, but your answer deserves some feedback. Thank you for your respectful words and for understanding how it all hit me. I accept your apologies. I understand it isn’t your fault, though I still struggle to grasp why it was published in the first place. But I can see now that you were trying to give Felipe some guidance… I also understand that this situation was weird for him too. I know he reached out to me out of respect and concern. I’m not mad at him for telling me all about what happened. What makes me mad is the story becoming public without my consent and, most of all, that he even considered I would do any harm to my son—and displaying that perspective publicly really pissed me off.
Yes, I’ve always said that if you’re the top, it doesn’t make you “less gay.” And I still feel that way. Speaking on my behalf, it doesn’t make sense to me that a man who gets a hard-on for another man’s ass isn’t gay as well. I don’t think I could do it with all the pills in the world. I do understand that there are bisexuals, and I think that maybe that’s what my son is discovering he is—and I’m fine with it. I don’t get this whole “faggot” dynamic and how a man can still be considered straight if they have sex with men. As I said, they’re bisexuals in my book. But I digress.
What I did understand about the “faggot” dynamic so far is that, indeed, I can’t handle it the same way I’ve always handled gays in general. You see… I’ve always known Felipe was gay. It was never a problem. I treated him like an equal. Like a buddy. But he made it very clear to me that he doesn’t see it that way—that I’m built differently… And this last part rings true. I am built differently. It makes sense, somehow.
I’m still pissed at him. I don’t want to deal with him right now. I said some very rough stuff in the last email, and I see now that some of it came out of the anger I felt at the moment. But deep down, I don’t want to cut him out of my life completely. But if I’m sure of one thing, it’s that our friendship will never go back to the place it was before all of this. I need to teach him a lesson. I don’t mean a punishment or a beating, but a lesson that makes it clear that I deserve a greater deal of respect.
I’m not going to lie or pretend I have it all figured out. I’m humble enough to know when I can’t step firmly on ground I’m not familiar with. This whole “Alpha/faggot” stuff is still very foreign to me. I used to think it was a “gay version” of the red pill movement… But some of it makes sense. I just can’t fully make sense of these new dynamics as clearly as I need to in order to do something about it. And you seem like an intelligent person who has it way more figured out than I do. I’d like some pieces of advice on how to:
a) clean up the mess my friendship has become under this new Alpha/faggot light;
b) properly teach him a lesson; and
c) figure out how things are going to be from now on—because, as I said, I don’t want to cut him off completely, but I get it now that I can’t give him the “equals” treatment anymore.
I hope to stay in touch with you. I liked how you addressed yourself to me throughout this whole thing. You were very humble and respectful.
So I told Master Vinicius what I thought he should try in order to discipline Felipe while also rebuilding the relationship.
Then Master Vinicius responded with this curious anecdote:
What you said about power and realizing others have always submitted to me is VERY true. If I can take anything good from this whole situation is understanding that. A lot of things that happened in my life now started to make sense. It’s not that I was bothered by them, but it’s like “oh, that’s why that thing happened when I was in high school. Oh, maybe that’s the reason I got some of my high profile clients” it just explains a lot since I have friends who are as qualified and focused on improving themselves as I am but, for whatever reason, never reached the same heights as I have. Probably that’s the reason. I’m grateful for Felipe for making me see that. And now you too. And, yes, it’s giving me a whole different perspective to guide my son to a righteous path.
As of making him kneel before me and kiss my feet… I don’t know if I’m into that. Flavio told me everything he did to Felipe. Not gonna lie, I’ve done some of that stuff before and I understand that rush of power. But I’ve only done that with women. And yes, it’s very arousing. But I don’t want anything physical with him, I don’t feel comfortable with that idea. At least for now.
And it’s a good thing he feels crushed. He should! I’m gonna think of a way to make him make up for it.
You’re a good faggot, Sam. Thank you.
Do you hear it? That’s the sound of a straight Alpha connecting the dots of his life and realizing that nature has been teaching him about his true purpose and power all along! He suddenly realized that my message and this website isn’t just some gay fetish site, but instead it’s a site that leads people to accept and embrace their purpose.
As an Alpha, Master Vinicius started to realize the greater responsibility he has to not only his world, his family, his Alpha son, but also to guide and protect the weak, to own inferior males and give them purpose, and to collaborate/lead with other Alphas in a much more impactful way. He suddenly realized that he’s greater than the average Man, that his power is more potent and impactful than the average Man. He’s not a soldier or a slave … he’s the General. The commander. He’s the King.
That’s a heady purpose, but Master Vinicius was not only starting to see it, but also embrace it!
So Master Vinicius decided to give his new faggot Felipe a task to complete: he wanted his car detailed and some repairs done by 5pm the following day in preparation for a night out with his Alpha son and Master Flavio (the other Alpha in this story … see link above). Well, Felipe was a good boy and accomplished even more than what Master Vinicius demanded.
Notice how this affected Master Vinicius:
Hi Sam, it’s Master Vinicius again. (I’m starting to like the sound of that.)
As you already know, I had Felipe take my car in for maintenance and cleaning today, and I took his car to go to work instead. I thought a lot about the things you said I could get out of this new dynamic, and I figured that having him do tedious work for me, and having him pay for it, was a good start.
I was very impressed by how far beyond expectations he went to finish the tasks I gave him (by now he’s probably already given you the report, so I won’t go through all of that again). He had a 5pm deadline to get the car back to me, and he managed to do it with a couple of hours to spare. When I inspected the car, I was very pleased with what I saw – and that new-car smell, too. It was such a power trip seeing my car like that, knowing HE ran all the errands and that it all came out of HIS pocket, that I just couldn’t help but make him explain to me why I was doing this. At the same time, I had this HUGE urge to slap him right in the face, and I didn’t think twice when that thought crossed my mind, I just let it rip right there at the parking lot. I never in my life would have imagined I’d do that to him. Ever. But the funny thing is, I don’t feel guilty AT ALL. Fuck, if anything, I feel better after doing that. You should have heard how loud the slap was. It reminded me of Barney and Marshall’s slap bet from How I Met Your Mother. It was FUN like that. lol
This isn’t going to be the last task. I’m thinking I might take some inspiration from Eurystheus’ Twelve Labors of Hercules from Greek mythology. You see, Eurystheus was the king of Tiryns and gave Hercules those twelve labors as punishment for killing his family in a fit of madness. And Felipe went a little mad when he exposed me and my family without my consent. Though the story of Hercules and his labors forms the Hero’s Journey, this is going to be this faggot’s journey of redemption. I still haven’t decided whether I’m actually going to give him twelve tasks. For now, I’m just drawing from that story. I know I’m going to do more than just make him pay for what he did with his money, I’m hitting his vanity too. I’ll tell you what I have in mind, but it needs to remain a secret, so don’t publish what I’m about to tell you later in this email. I want Felipe to be surprised and to act on whatever I throw at him in the moment, without time to think.
Tonight, I’m going to watch my team’s first game of the national league. My son and Flavio are going with me. I’m telling Flavio all about the recent events and show him my letter you published. I’m not going to use Felipe sexually, but Flavio seems to enjoy it. I might as well give Felipe a taste of what he’s always wanted from me, but with Flavio doing the dirty work in my place. I think that by doing this I’m actually rewarding Felipe, because he’ll get to serve Flavio sexually (and ONLY sexually) and serve me as he’s always wanted without ever getting anywhere close to me in a way I don’t feel comfortable. I think it’s a fair and benevolent deal on my part.
Once again, I’d like to commend you, Sam. You’ve been VERY helpful throughout all this, and I’m sure you’ll find some time in your schedule to help your fag friend, right? You’re a great faggot, and I’m learning a lot about myself from you, even though it’s been a very short time since all of this has started. I hope I’m not putting the cart before the horse here. But I think I’m doing just fine.
Master Vinicius.
WOW!!!
I’ve never understood the Alpha urge to slap us in the face. It always seemed performative to me, a silly way to express dominance. But Master Vinicius perfectly explains this as a primal urge rooted in the need to express wordless dominance. It’s almost as if he couldn’t stop himself.
I must admit that Master Vinicius quoting a lesser-known story from Greek mythology as part of his future plans for his new faggot practically gave me a WIDE-ON. To me, there’s nothing sexier than an intelligent Alpha, and he’s definitely that. But I also think it’s amazing that Master Vinicius is utilizing historical narratives (from the very hierarchical Greeks, no less!) to build out a framework of how to own inferiors and train them. Very impressive!
But that framework Master Vinicius is building also includes how he might assert his dominance over other Alphas. Notice his reply the following day after his team won their game:
Hello, Sam. As promised, I’m answering your email from yesterday. I have a very small window during my day when I can sit down to write to you with no distractions – I get home from work before my wife, and that’s usually the window I have. Once she gets home she’s the one who I focus on. I believe you can understand that.
Yes, you can call me Sir! Hahaha
I don’t know what it is, but I’m getting more comfortable with those words as each day goes by. Even the word “faggot” is getting more and more natural to use. I know it’s a big slur in English speaking countries, and we don’t actually have one in Portuguese that is as specifically used to designate someone like you and also can be seen as a slur. We have the word “viado” (a variation of “veado”, with an /e/, which translates to “deer”) but the gays have taken pride to this word. Also, living in Rio is a fun thing: we curse A LOT and “viado” is used almost like a comma in a sentence. I mean… It’s common to call your buddies “viado” instead of “hey, bro!” – I don’t know if that makes sense to you, it’s just how it is here. But when we put it in the diminutive form, adding the suffix “-inho”, THEN it’s considered derogatory. That’s the word I use with Felipe now. “Viadinho.”
I listened to your podcast in the car on my way home. Good job on following my orders regarding the approach. And yes, it’s a fun theme song. Lol
It’s funny that you said that I’m also teaching other faggots, because I’m learning a lot about all of this from you. I guess the power exchange is also an exchange of knowledge in a way. Because you said you often fail at being a good faggot, but, from my experience talking to you, you’re doing an amazing job. You make me feel comfortable talking about all of this, I’m learning a lot about myself with the things you say and Felipe has been a different person since the two of you started talking about my situation. Give yourself more credit! Sure, everybody fails sometimes, I know I do! But you’re a very good boy, Sam. (See? That’s another thing I learned from reading your articles)
As of Felipe… I saw it in his face he was grateful that I’m letting him back into my life again. At first I honestly thought it was over and I was upset with the thought of losing a friend that I came to know and love for the past two decades. We’ve been through A LOT and I didn’t want it to go to waste. That is what would have happened if it wasn’t for you telling me about hierarchy so humbly as you did. I figured there’s a way to keep him in my life, because when it’s all said and done, he’s a good person to have around. He’s trustful, loyal… Yeah, he can be a pain in the ass too, but so can I. Sure we’re not buddies anymore, the way I look at him took a 180° spin, but the trust and loyalty are still there. If anything I think it can become even stronger from now on. And that’s also because of you, Sam. And to be completely honest with you, I don’t feel mad at him anymore. I see it now the perspective of which he came from. Maybe I wasn’t mad AT HIM, necessarily; instead what drove me mad was not knowing this truth that I am now grasping… I can see that he acted on it having our best interest at heart, even if that meant he would have to sacrifice himself on the way. I can respect that.
Nice to know I didn’t go too crazy with my plans. Last night, after the game, I gave my jersey to Flavio for him to give it to Felipe to wash it, since he was going there to fuck him anyway. I told Flavio he could have his jersey washed by Felipe too. I went there to pick it up (plus the emergency key back) and I very calmly told him that the jerseys are a responsibility of his from now on. That’s he’s free to wash Flavio’s stuff too AS LONG AS his stuff is among mine, that Felipe shouldn’t expect me to give authorization to do laundry for him because I expect him to know what’s mine and what’s not. How is he going to differentiate the two of us, it’s not my problem. But I’m sure he’ll find a way. So the first permanent task is already officially established.
I also told him that since I’m not using him sexually, Flavio is free to use him however he pleases, no questions asked. He’s gonna be my tedious work “viadinho” and Flavio’s sexual one. The only restriction I’m putting at this, for now, is that Flavio should fuck him wearing a condom – at least until Felipe goes to a doctor to run all the tests to make sure he’s clean and start taking prep… Flavio should run a blood test too, but no prep. Then the condoms can go. I already told Flavio about that. He wasn’t very keen on this, but it’s better for the both of them. I know Felipe hasn’t fuck with anyone for months before Flavio and he’s probably clean, but Flavio fucks around a lot – with viadinhos and women – and he rarely wears protection. It’s just a safety issue, that’s all.
I don’t know much about chastity, Sam. I know what it is, though. Felipe used to have a device – he once told me about it, I thought it was just a kink, like a toy a lot of us use in the bedroom, so I shrugged and never thought about it again. I don’t know if he still has it. Why should I have him in chastity?
Good talking to you, faggot. You’re a very, VERY, good boy. I’m proud of you.
Do you see what I mean? Master Vinicius is now giving Master Flavio strict orders in order to protect his faggot from harm! Not only are those the defining characteristics of a Protector Alpha, but it also demonstrates Master Vinicius claiming Apex Alpha status over his Alpha brother! Already Master Vinicius is grabbing hold of his purpose with both hands!
But let me share with you one last message from this powerful Alpha that made my heart leap! After I responded to the message above, I wrote a lengthy email putting things in perspective for him.
And he wrote back:
Can I be brutality honest with you? Reading this got my cock hard. Specially this part:
“Master, it has been truly my privilege to serve you and offer help as you navigate this new world of power, glory, and Kingship. It was yours all along, but you simply didn’t know it. It has been such a smooth transition for you because you are a natural-born Alpha, and as you’re discovering, hierarchy is as naturally-fundamental as anything in a Man’s life. You were born to own faggots just as much as you were born to bed women, raise children, or rule the world. Many straight Men and some Alphas don’t believe it’s true until they try it … and everything clicks together. “
What the fuck just happened? That’s brand new territory for me Hahahaha
IMAGINE THAT!!! It’s MINDBLOWING and such a privilege to give Master Vinicius his first hierarchically-based erection!
That’s because hierarchy is the ultimate power play, and power makes Alphas horny!
This is only the beginning for Master Vinicius. Quite literally, there are no limits to his power, and nothing he can’t accomplish! He owns the world and everyone he sees on a daily basis. They are his for the taking. This is the kind of power that ordinary Men cannot know because they’re ill-informed and live inside the restrictions of a society that actively fights against hierarchy.
Don’t let society fool you: Men are not created equal.
The transformation of Master Vinicius is living proof that some Men are born to rule, and the rest are born to kneel and serve.
I proudly kneel beside my brother Felipe at the feet of Master Vinicius, Earth’s newest King!
Thank you for your honesty and trust, Master Vinicius!
I was raped at knifepoint when I was 19/20 just like this guy, and what he says about the instinct of “comply or die” is very real.
Of course, I also went to prison, but I didn’t see or experience this there. I did hear stories of it happening in higher-security prisons, however.
What he describes here (and his solution to it) is pure hierarchy, which is how I also processed my own rape. It’s why I have repeatedly said (despite some controversy) that male rape is a natural function of hierarchy.
I say that while not condoning it.
Men and Alphas use rape to reinforce hierarchical status, to subjugate those resistant to their hierarchical place, to reassert dominance. It’s a tool, albeit a clumsy and sometimes inaccurate one.
To those who have been raped, I hear you. And to those who have raped, I understand you.
The photo above is the moment before nurse Alex Pretti was shot in the back ten times by ICE officers and killed for the crime of helping a woman to her feet.
There is no “everyone is entitled to their opinion” on the subject of the Trump regime anymore. There is right, and there is wrong.
This site extols the truth about Hierarchy, and many Trump supporters want to use hierarchy to support the awful things Trump and his criminal organization are doing. They make the false claim that Trump is an Alpha, that thugs like Greg Bovino or the “Proud Boys” are just Alphas exercising their “might makes right” form of dominance.
Okay, let’s imagine that these guys ARE Alpha. Then they are only properly classified as DESTROYER ALPHAS. And Destroyer Alphas are always the weaker of the Alpha class, because it’s their insecurities and psychological damages that cause them to lash out in harmful ways to abuse others. Can’t you see that?
To those who want to justify Trump and his administration as Alpha, I want to ask this: were Hitler and the Nazis also Alpha? If you say “yes” to that, then you don’t understand what truly makes a Man an Alpha, nor do you correctly understand history. Hitler was profoundly crippled by psychological and moral disease, and the people who FOLLOWED him and SUPPORTED him were cowardly lemmings, not Alphas.
You know who the true Alphas were during World War II? They were the incredibly brave Men who stood up against Hitler’s regime. They knew right from wrong, good from evil, and stood up against the darkness and hate threatening to consume the world.
Trump called those brave Men “suckers”. That should’ve told you everything you needed to know.
When is it going to be enough this time? What level must America sink to before real Men, real Alphas, rise up and stop it? The Germans of the 1930s turned a blind eye to the railway cars full of Jews being carried off to their deaths. They turned a blind eye as Destroyer Alpha Nazis pulled their neighbors from their homes, their cars, or their workplaces and murdered them. They pulled down the moral safeguards of Germany’s democracy in under 60 days and replaced it with an authoritarian rule that plunged the entire world into a conflict that claimed hundreds of millions of lives.
And how did it end for the Destroyer Alphas who survived? They were tried and hung by the neck until they died in everlasting shame.
Destroyer Alphas don’t ultimately win because what they do is inherently harmful to the majority. So choosing that path (or supporting it) will ultimately lead to utter defeat.
Trump should’ve been imprisoned after his first term in office for his shocking crimes against the government of the United States. Federal prosecutor Jack Smith – a true Alpha and patriot if there ever was one – made it very clear that the evidence he meticulously compiled would’ve sent Trump to prison for the rest of his despicable life. And if it weren’t for the thumb-twiddling indecision of BETA MALE Merrick Garland, Trump would be in prison today.
But the American people allowed Trump to get a second life, and Trump has used the Nazi playbook to destroy many of the institutions and guardrails that protect people not only in America, but abroad. Even more despicably, Trump has illegally enriched himself and his family to the tune of $4.3 BILLION DOLLARS while tearing away health coverage and social security protections for the elderly and veterans. Trump and his regime have engaged in MURDERING people in fishing boats without evidence or due process, claiming that they were carrying drugs, while simultaneously pardoning two of the biggest drug traffickers in human history! He recently stole a Venezuelan tanker of oil, sold it, and kept the money for himself. His plans to build a Trump resort on top of the bodies of dead Palestinians in Gaza (or Trump resorts in countries in the Middle East who participated in the 9/11 attacks and other human atrocities) should turn the stomachs of every American patriot.
If you can’t see that, or if you’re inclined to say, “well, that’s your opinion”, then you have the problem.
Decent and righteous people don’t root for the Empire to win in STAR WARS. They don’t root for the bad guys robbing the bank. And they don’t support evil and corruption.
When your house is invaded by cockroaches, you don’t just shrug your shoulders, right? If your house is overrun by rats, do you let them run the place? OF COURSE NOT. You ERADICATE THEM! They must be rejected as disease-carrying pests that threaten life and safety!
Trump and his regime have infiltrated the United States government. They’ve literally and intentionally destroyed the foundations of American democracy, and now threaten to plunge America and the world into another battle between good and evil.
Yes, GOOD and EVIL. This isn’t some ridiculous argument over trannies in sports or late-term abortions or any of the other lies spewed by Trump and the far-right. This is GOOD VERSUS EVIL.
The innocent are being killed by the EVIL of the Trump regime. Whether it is Alex Pretti, or Renee Good, or the hundreds of thousands condemned to die from withholding food and HIV meds, or those abandoned to die in Ukraine or the Gaza strip, the blood dripping from Trump’s malignantly-narcissistic hands cannot be denied or ignored.
GOOD VERSUS EVIL.
The Declaration of Independence of the United States foresaw this day, and it laid out in clear prose exactly what true Alphas – Protector Alphas – should be doing in this time of such trouble.
That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, —That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.
Every faggot and every true Alpha must reject the false god Trump represents, and reject any who support it. They must be stamped out just like you would every single cockroach invading your house. There is a line to be drawn here. I drew it a long time ago for myself, but there is no mistaking where that line is now.
Get on the side of goodness and righteousness, and get ready to fight … because that fight is coming.
Over my ten years teaching Hierarchy online, I’ve seen evidence of a dramatic shift (particularly in the Western world) in the acceptance of hierarchical truths. Men now appreciate aspects of masculinity that were formerly never considered. The rise of social media has disseminated these formerly “secret” and unstated power dynamics that Men have always understood on a deeper level and turned them into more acceptable “jokes” that help Men accept the existence of them. Thanks to the proliferation of such material, today’s younger generations of Men now understand the power of feet, pheromone scenting, or armpit worship, just to name a few.
I’m proud to say that sites like this one have been unstoppable engines of hierarchical truth, relentlessly pushing it into the mainstream. I remember stating that as one of the goals of this site back in 2015! And it seems to be coming true!
One of the more dramatic ways mainstream audiences have come to understand hierarchy is through online financial domination (findom). Even though I have never been a huge fan of findom as a practice, I recognized early on that it was an addictive vehicle that perfectly illustrated very real hierarchical truths. It was only inevitable that more and more straight Alphas would become ensnared by the ridiculously-easy money, and through that they would discover the joys of faggots ownership in a larger context. It’s hard to quantify the power of that simple lure, which is inadvertently spreading the truth of hierarchy across the globe.
This truth has been appearing more and more in mainstream media, like this interview with a young cashmaster:
And now it’s even being researched by scientists!
A sharp-eyed brother named Finn alerted me to this research paper from January 2025 that looked into online findom and the roles of Alphas and faggots in that scene. It focuses primarily on straight cashmasters, both the true sexuality of these ones as well as the nature of their acts within the scene.
The researcher used X as the primary platform to study these straight cashmasters. After a lot of game-playing (straight cashmasters play around almost as much as faggots!), she narrowed it down to six subjects who were interviewed via Skype:
The responses of these six straight cashmasters are interesting, and typical of what we hear all the time in the space:
Today, my feet make money for me, and, actually not in a bad way at all. Would I stop doing this if I had enough money? I don’t know. (Participant 4)
I would not stop even if I had enough money. Because the enjoyment doesn’t only come from money. It is the domination part, from the feeling of being superior. (Participant 5)
If I would get to a certain figure, I would potentially consider slowing things, however, that would not necessarily mean that I would stop or do anything different. (Participant 6)
Given those responses, the researcher comes to an unusual conclusion, namely, that these straight cashmasters are essentially queering their straightness. He writes:
As shown above, the identity of a cash master is not solely about financial domination but also involves negotiating the complexities of desire, gender, and sexual identity. I argue that while cash masters may identify as straight, they may be unaware of how these negotiations can expand their understanding of gender and sexuality, including attractions and behaviors they previously considered beyond straight orientation. By engaging in cash master dynamics on social media, they inadvertently expose not only the performative nature of their role but also the broader performativity of their gender and sexual identity, revealing the fluidity of both and the queer potential within straightness.
These platforms transform the straight cash master’s unconscious queer desires or fantasies into activities (Johanssen, 2023). While financial domination serves as a convenient facade, social media allows cash masters to deviate from the straight line without losing “the illusion that this straight line exists” (Huysamen, 2018, p. 527). Thus, social media becomes both a catalyst and a conduit for queering their “straightness” in unexpected ways: It not only facilitates the exploration of such desires but also allows them to experiment with queer aspects of their identity in ways that traditional, offline environments may not support.
I’ve been in communication with this researcher to discuss this a bit further (they are agreeable to coming onto the podcast for an interview!), and we fundamentally disagree with this conclusion. The researcher looks at the data from a straight person’s perspective and concludes that any straight cashmaster isn’t really straight if they actually engage with the male slaves they own online, or that the entire enterprise is purely performative. Of course, this researcher is at a disadvantage, because Men lie all the time about their true feelings and intentions.
However, unlike this researcher, my site has ten years of in-depth, detailed experiences from straight Men of all types who are discovering a real truth not captured by clinical research or theories: straight Men want worship and service, and those wants transcend labels of “straight” or “gay”. The POWER of this dynamic between Alphas and faggots is itself intoxicating. My site has captured the reality of that in a way no clinical observation ever has.
I also disagree with this researcher’s vaguely-worded conclusion that a cashmaster is almost a separate type of sexuality, not entirely straight, but not gay either.
In this respect, I argue that the straight cash master’s intentional and insistent choice of boys and same-sex slaves as can be seen in the Figures 14, 15, and 16 is not only because these individuals are placed at specific locations and are more available, but it is also due to the straight cash master’s tendency towards them more than opposite-sex slaves, which contradicts his claim to be straight.
This sort of rigid classification of “proper” straight Male behavior flies in the face of historical fact. Countless societies featured submissive gay males and eunuchs serving straight Men both domestically and sexually. Straight gladiators were serviced in pre-dawn rituals by sub males before gladiatorial contests in Rome. There are simply too many precedents to ignore.
Again and again sites like this one have borne out this fundamental truth of Male sexuality: POWER governs Male sexuality even more than gender, especially in Alpha sexuality.
Which is why we see the phenomenon of straight cashmasters enjoying their faggot slaves. It has nothing to do with straight cashmasters being secretly gay. It simply proves that more dominant Men love the power that comes from faggot worship and their monetary tributes (which is also an aphrodisiacal power trip).
I think researchers will always miss the fundamentals of this dynamic until they acknowledge the existence of hierarchy itself. All humans are governed by it, even at a subconscious level. There is simply no way to graph its effects because it requires honest researchers and honest subjects.
The truth is, as always, in living testimonials. The true stories of straight Alphas catalogued here on this site over the last ten years tell a collective story more compelling than any research paper ever could.
Sam as a fag that’s new had this question. As far as sexually can a slave get fucked daily and more then once with no days breaks. A Master it’s considering submitting to was told that when its collared property and living with Master that is one of Masters expectations as a live in owned slave. Is that possible to become that used daily ? There’s on thimg to resonate with it and living it and it. Is Master jerking off is this more fantasy then can be a reality sexually ?
Thank you for writing, brother!
This is a pretty exciting development for you! I’m happy that this is happening, even though I can sense your nervousness!
What this Master is suggesting is quite normal. Alphas are natural-born breeders, and they want their holes available whenever they need it. Of course, a hole needs recuperation time, too, so you should ask your Master for rest periods when you can service him orally. Any Master worth serving will have the wisdom and empathy to take this into consideration. I would be concerned about any Alpha who refuses that request or doesn’t care about the health of his faggot.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The dynamic between a straight Alpha and his owned faggot is one of the most complicated-yet-natural relationships in all of human nature. This dynamic is powered by the purity and clarity of hierarchical roles from both the Alpha and his faggot; the straight Alpha has no interest in anything except being serviced, and the faggot having no interest except serving. It’s an hierarchical dynamic built of perfect balance and focus.
In every service relationship I’ve had with a straight Alpha, this balance was always naturally there. It was never forced or planned. My straight Masters expected worship, and I wanted nothing more than every opportunity to worship them.
For straight Alphas, that balance is the literal eye of the hurricane of their lives. They’re dealing with life pressures, work pressures, and pressures from females. But when they’re with their owned faggot, life is simple, pure, and satisfying in a way he can’t understand.
He just knows it’s true … and reliable.
One of the best examples of this is the relationship between Master Anthony and his former friend/dearest faggot Fabien. It seems like forever since I helped Fabien properly submit to Master Anthony. Now, Fabien’s life has been one fulfilling adventure after another as he serves Master Anthony – a burgeoning God Alpha – and his Alpha pack.
Fabien rightly adores his Master and serves him with deep reverence and awe. Fabien never flinches when Master Anthony is seducing and fucking another girl. In the end, Fabien knows he is Master Anthony’s prized possession because Master Anthony never hides his heart. He values what he owns.
Then again, it’s easy to value a faggot like Fabien. He does what most faggots fail to do: anticipate the needs of his Owner. Alphas don’t always verbalize what they need, so a faggot that understands its Master’s moods and body language becomes much more valuable to its Owner!
Keep that in mind when you read what Fabien wrote this morning:
My dear brother,
My Master gave me permission to tell you a moment we had lately. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to mention it, because it shows a bit of vulnerability, but he said he was totally OK with it.
You see, these past few months, college has also brought its share of difficulties for Anthony. He is, of course, always a brilliant student, the best in his class, but sometimes he has felt the weight of expectations and the work required. It’s quite typical: for someone for whom everything has always come easily, succeeding with minimal effort, it can be unsettling when the bar is raised a little higher. I do my best to help him, but he now refuses to let me do all his academic work for him; he wants to prove to himself that he is the best. My infinite respect and admiration for him is even stronger, if that is possible.Sometimes, however, it affectes his morale. One evening, he was brooding on the sofa.. Seeing him in this state always breaks my heart. I would love to keep him permanently happy and joyful. Alas, even the most devoted servants cannot perform miracles and protect their Masters from all misfortunes.
I did what I know I have to do in these situations: I put him at ease and made him feel comfortable by placing my head at his feet to speak to him. I tenderly kissed his feet and I tried to offer words of comfort. I can’t recall everything I said, but I emphasized that being a Superior Man didn’t mean he didn’t have to put a little effort in, but that his efforts would always yield much, much greater results than those of the average man.
And I concluded by saying, “I beg you, my beloved Master, never, ever forget how exceptional and incredible you are. You’re even more than a superior being. You are a gift to humanity. I am insanely proud to serve you and devote my life to your happiness and success.” And I resumed my worship of his feet, allowing myself to lick and kiss up to his ankles.
What happened next was incredible. Anthony asked me to stand up, took my face in his hands, and looked at me with a friendly smile. He said: “You are right. Thank you.” I tried to answer that he didn’t have to thank me. But then he said: “I know. I deserve your service and devotion. I’m entitled to your complete submission. But still, you could be shit, and you’re exactly the slave a God like me must have. And I want you to know you are appreciated. You’re such a good boy to me, for your brain, your hard work and your selfess devotion.”
Then he hugged me. A manly but tender embrace. I cannot tell you how incredibly happy I felt. Pure bliss. I almost cried. “Thank you Master. Thank you for existing. And for allowing me to serve you.” He kissed my forefront and said “You’re welcome, my boy. Now, go to sleep. You have a lot of work ahead of you.”
Moments like these are rare, but so precious. To have a God in my life and to live at Anthony’s feet is an incredible privilege I will never take for granted.
Lots of love to you, brother!
Fab the fag
Can you sense the perfect balance here I spoke of at the outset?
First of all, Fabien’s actions were pure instinct meant, not to arouse, but to comfort. Everything Fabien does in Master Anthony’s service is entirely focused on making this stunning young God Alpha happier and more fulfilled. Kneeling and kissing Master Anthony’s feet was merely to remind him that, no matter what problems he faces, he’s still an immensely powerful Alpha who is worshiped by many.
And clearly, Master Anthony got that message!
Master Anthony’s deeply emotional words and his intentionally-impactful embrace were simple gifts that were like literal rains in the desert. I’m sure Master Anthony felt righteous in doing that for Fabien, but it’s also a testament to his generous and benevolent spirit as well.
Think about how many loads Master Anthony has pumped into Fabien. Indeed, Master Anthony’s DNA swims inside Fabien! And still, a simple acknowledgement and hug from this monumental young Alpha impacted Fabien just as much!
So what is Fabien’s greatest gift to Master Anthony? After all, Fabien has surrendered himself completely to his Master.
And that’s the gift: Fabien’s complete submission.
That complete submission fuels Master Anthony’s daily life, giving him the adrenaline to conquer and subdue. That complete submission gives Master Anthony the confidence he needs to build a Kingdom and lead both Alphas, females, and faggots to their purpose.
And that complete submission gives Master Anthony a peace that only comes from pure, unselfish love!
I’m so thankful that my brother Fabien shared such a beautiful moment with me!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of Felipe, a faggot from Brazil who is helping an Alpha friend raise his young Alpha son. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
[Since there is some unwarranted controversy surrounding this thread, I’m leaving this editorial warning. This post mentions 14-year-olds having sex, which is legal in the country of Brazil (the place of origin of the events). That said, this post is NOT about kids, but rather the adults in charge of the kids. There is NOTHING illegal or exploitative about this post. But if you’re too delicate to handle it, I suggest you STOP READING IT NOW and move on. ~ sam the faggot]
In the stunning first post about the complex (and apparently controversial) situation of a Brazilian faggot named Felipe, his long-term Alpha friend Vinicius, and Alpha Vinicius’s 14-year-old son Marcos, we discovered that Marcos had been groomed to fuck both females and sub males by a 16-year-old kid who lives in his apartment complex. And then we found out that 16-year-old was taught that by his father, a straight Alpha who has owned and used faggots for much of his life.
WHEW!
Alpha Vinicius confronted this neighbor Alpha about his son influencing young Marcos, but instead of an angry argument the two Alphas recognized the hierarchical truth developing in their respective households. The two Alpha fathers reached a kind of truce in how they would approach the development of their Alpha sons.
But the neighbor Alpha also found out about Felipe and his involvement in this story. And he was, let’s say, intrigued.
So much so that I received this excited series of messages from Felipe yesterday:
Sam, WILD update. The other Alpha dad bred me today. I’m still weak in the knees. Crazy, CRAZY Sunday!
Last night Vinicius called me out of the blue saying we were going for a run this morning. I tried to ask follow up questions – because that’s something we haven’t done for years (he used to kinda recruit me to work out or do CrossFit classes in the past) and he just said “you need to get back into shape, dude.”
So sure enough, he was here to pick me up for a run around 6:30 am. It was dreadful… I was dying on the 1st K already. He wasn’t very chatty, he had his headphones on and the only times he really spoke more with me was to call me out to pick up my rhythm. We stopped running after 5k and my heart was literally racing, I was having trouble taking a breath… I was a complete mess! He took me to get some coconut water to cool down and we started chatting.
He said he read the articles I sent him and that was one of the reasons he got me to do his laundry the other day. He said he won’t use me sexuality, not even a blowjob and that if I were thinking it might happen I shouldn’t be holding my breath about it. It’s just not gonna happen. But he likes the idea of having me doing other chores for him as long as we kept it on the down low. I just said “Yes, sir” and he smiled. Then he told me 2 shirts weren’t his, they belong to that other dad and his son and that giving me this specific chore was an idea of this other dad. He told me his name is “Flávio”, that he wanted to meet me and asked if I was ok with him giving him my number. I told him “yes, sir” and he pulled up his phone, sent him my number and called him. When Flavio picked up he put him on the speaker and said “I’m with Felipe right here… He said he’ll do it, I already sent you his number.” To which Flavio said something like “great, bro! I’m dying to know who this new meat is” and Vinicius interrupted him saying “you better know what you’re doing, I don’t want him to complain about you” – I think he was worried about me getting hurt or something. He hung up and told me he didn’t wanna know anything about Flavio and me UNLESS if I feel threatened at the very slightest. I said yes sir and he suddenly changed subject and we started chatting like nothing had happened.
I got a call around 2 pm. It was Flavio asking if I was free. Told him I was, he asked me my apartment’s number and said “I’m going in right now”. 10 minutes after that, he was at my door.
Sam, he’s very handsome. He’s one of the guys on that picture I sent you. He was VERY calm. Told me that Vinicius told him all about me, the chat we had, that it was his idea to have him handing me all those shirts to hand wash and that he added a shirt of his and his son in the bunch to test me. Told me I did a great job and that unlike Vinicius, he likes using “Viadinhos” (faggots in Portuguese) and that his wife was at her mother’s for the afternoon. He asked me if I wanted to serve him, I said yes and he ordered me to ask out loud to serve him. And to call him sir. As soon as I said “I wanna serve you, sir!” He changed COMPLETELY!
From that moment on he was completely different guy than the one who walked in my apartment 10 minutes before. He pulled his dick out, got me choking on it as he finished taking off his clothes. He hold my head against his crotch and said “tell me you’re a fag” and I tried. He laughed and said “Vinicius has NO IDEA what his missing! Can’t believe he hides a fag from me all this time… I wouldn’t imagine it seeing you around the building!”
He liked it rough. Got me on all fours with his underwear in my mouth and started spanking my ass until his handprint were on my cheeks. I endured it for as long as I could. His hands are HEAVY. It didn’t last long, maybe 10 minutes, but he stopped when I was about to tap out – I guess he saw I was at my limit. Asked me if I had lube, I went to get it with his underwear still in my mouth, he got me on my back, told me to hold my legs up, lubed my hole and he just put it in. I wanted to scream, he told me to push my asshole out and muffled my mouth with his underwear still there. He didn’t hold it back and he pounded me like a dog in heat. I had tears in my eyes but didn’t ask to stop. After a while he took his underwear out of my mouth and asked me “what are you?”, I said I’m a faggot, he said “where do you want my cum?” And I used your strategy and said that I wanted his load to get me pregnant. HE. WENT. NUTS! He started pounding me even harder, he slapped my face and said “I’m gonna get you pregnant, but I won’t raise this baby!” And things like that. He bred me. I thanked him.
Sam, he was BRUTAL, but after he got me pregnant he laid on the bed, told me to rest my head on his chest and he held me. Told me it was alright. That I was very good and he was impressed. He even said he loved that I didn’t touch my little baby dick (his words) even once, that the other fags he fucks aren’t like this and once again said Vinicius doesn’t know what he’s missing with a fag like me by his side all these years.
Then we started talking. He told me a bit about his son, that he taught him about fags when he was 14 after he saw him with some guy he didn’t know in his car on the parking lot. But didn’t get into details… But he said he might introduce me to him because he’s not fond of his son fucking fags from here that everyone knows from a mile they are fags, he would rather his son have a fag available within walking distance that wouldn’t raise questions if he’s seen with them around the building. And I’m just that type.
He told me to suck him again and he came in my mouth. Than said “let’s get a shower” and we went to the bathroom. He closed the shower and told me it was gonna be a different one and made me sit in the floor. Then he started pissing on me while saying “It was GREAT, fag. I’m very impressed by it. You took it like a champ! I’m definitely coming back to use that hole some more, ok?” And I said “yes sir! I loved it too!”
He finished pissed. He opened the cold shower, he laughed and left the bathroom. When I was done he had already left.
My hole is still sore. My ass cheeks are still burning.
WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!
What an experience!
I honestly didn’t see that coming at all (neither did Felipe!), but it’s not surprising. You see so many straight Alphas every day, but you don’t really know what kinds of secrets they carry or down-low lives they lead outside of prying eyes. It may seem like a depraved way to conduct an Alpha life, fucking females and faggots alike, until you remember the main reason they do it: POWER!
Master Flavio knows the thrill and pleasure of faggot-induced power!
It’s very clear Master Flavio has a lot of experience with owning and using faggots. He really put Felipe through his paces, ticking off virtually every major training method in order to completely claim and overwhelm Felipe. Now he’ll be able to use Felipe however he sees fit.
I thought what Master Flavio said about training his son is significant. Like any Alpha father, Master Flavio wants to give his son the truth of his Alpha heritage and the training he needs to maximize his power. This entire story revolves around the power and wisdom of Alpha mentorship. Whether it’s Alpha Vinicius mentoring his son, or Master Flavio mentoring Alpha Vinicius, or the neighbor son mentoring Marcos … all of these decisions hinged on the truth of hierarchy and the Alpha leadership of it.
But it was all set in motion through the love and loyalty of an amazing faggot, my brother Felipe!
Master Emir here . I am based in Germany and have been following the discussions and experiences shared here for some time now. Engaging with this material has been genuinely grounding for me; it feels as though I have reconnected with an essential part of myself.
By nature, I have always carried a strong, commanding presence. Leadership and influence come naturally to me, and when I speak, people tend to respond. This is not something I consciously force; it is simply how I move through the world.
I am 28 years old and have had several experiences with fags who expressed a desire to serve and devote themselves to me sexually. While I am comfortable with that dynamic, my deeper interest lies less in explicit sexual activity and more in power, service, and reverence as lived experiences.
Lately, I have found myself more drawn to younger fags who show submissive inclinations. However, I often sense confusion or uncertainty when I speak with them about service, hierarchy, and worship. I am mindful of not wanting to overwhelm or mislead anyone, yet I also want to remain authentic in how I express myself.
I would value your perspective on how to approach these dynamics more effectively—particularly when engaging with younger fags (+18 ofc ) who may still be forming their understanding of themselves and their desires.
Thank you for your time and for the insight you bring to this space. I look forward to hearing your thoughts.
Best regards, Master Emir
Master, thank you very much for your question!
First of all, congratulations on a successful start to your life and for having the wisdom and insight to recognize your Alphahood! Too many young Alphas fail to acknowledge their Alphahood, and it gets wasted!
I’m guessing you’re largely a straight Alpha, Master. It doesn’t necessarily matter overall, but that impression might influence how I answer you.
Young faggots are especially tricky because most of them have been conditioned to believe they’re equal to Men or have some magical desirability that they think gives them power. Coupled with a young person’s natural rebelliousness and distracted nature, that makes young faggots hard to teach and hard to train.
The one thing an Alpha like you has in your favor is the truth of hierarchy. A true faggot of any age cannot escape the pull of purpose in inside it. So when a Master, armed with knowledge, talks to a young faggot with hierarchical authority, the young faggot is mesmerized by that truth the way a moth is mesmerized by a porchlight.
I have plenty of resources on this site to use with young fags, Master. Direct these young ones to this site, help them reason out what they’re feeling in comparison to what they read here. The truth will connect with faggots seeking it.
I have a full Discord community designed to help faggots (and Alphas) learn deeper truth and flex their muscles. You would be a welcome teacher there, Master, and your faggots would benefit from association. You can join that Discord by CLICKING HERE.
Master, thank you for writing to me! It was an extraordinary privilege to meet you and hopefully help!
