When you’re kneeling before four young Alphas, you have no choice anymore. Surrender to it.

HierarchyIsTruth!

When you’re kneeling before four young Alphas, you have no choice anymore. Surrender to it.

HierarchyIsTruth!

i can’t find the thread it was in but a guy on your site mentioned that he was in a frat and it made me want to tell about my experience

i was made into a frat fag for like two years. i still fag for my brothers but i dont do it much for other guys tho i have been asked

i went to penn state and rushed for sigma chi. me and a high school buddy rushed together but he dropped out like a couple of weeks in so i there by myself

i tried to make friends and make myself useful in the frat but i was getting word that the seniors had wanted my buddy and that i was just a tag along so i probably wasnt going to get a bid so i was nervous for my place. i didn’t know people there and i wasnt like from a wealthy family or anything so i was just trying to be like a good brother.

a few weeks in to the pledge four seniors took me aside and told me that they were thinking of cutting me loose. i was devastated kinda but they said there was a way i could stay. one of them asked me what my head game was like. i thought he meant was i smart and so i was like, oh yeah pretty good. and they cracked up because they knew i didn’t get it. anyway they told me that if i sucked dick then they’d talk to the chapter president about letting me stay. i didnt want to do it. i thought it was like some dumb trick and that if i said yeah they’d just be like ‘fag!’ and throw me out. so at first i was like ‘your not fucking serious’ but they kept on and said that they were. in the end i told myself that if was going to get thrown out then i kinda had nothing to lose anyway so i agreed to do it. and then they were like okay pick one of us. they made me pick who i was gonna do it for which was worse in a way than actually doing it. i picked a dude called scott and they were like, why him? i said i didnt know and they made jokes that i was into him. but anyway we did it. he stood by the bed and i had to get on my knees. i took his jeans down and then he sat on the bed. the other guys were watching and making jokes. then eventually scott was like, ok just fucking do it so i did.

once i started it didnt seem to bad. i sucked him. everyone went quite and just watched. my head was going up and down. i didnt really know what i was doing i’d never even gotten head before haha. i’d fucked girls and had gotten hand jobs but had not gotten head so i was just doing what i figured would feel good. and he was into it. and he came. i wasnt expecting it like he hadnt said he was gonna cum so he came in my mouth and i pulled away and spit it out. the guys called me a pussy but i was like, i’ve done it. then they were like, so okay who’s next. and i realzied then they wanted me to do it for ALL of them. like i thought they had just meant do it once. at first i said no but they were like, you already did one, what’s the difference so i n the end i agreed. so i picked the next guy and they told me i had to swallow.

i sucked him kind of the same and when he came he held my head and kept me on him and he shot in my mouth and i made myself swallow. then i did it for the next two.
after we were done they said they’d put in a word with the president. but after that it was obvious that everyone kind of knew what had happened. like people were making jokes about it the next day and making comments about it. and then i got called in by the president and a couple of other seniors and the president basically said that he’d heard i’d done a good job and that i’d probably get a bid if i kept doing it. so i was told if any brother asked me, i had to say yes. and they were like, you might as well stick with it, right?
at the time i figured it was just for my pledge so i was telling myself it was just a few weeks. but i was already geting used to doing it. but then my big had a talk with me and he said that i was being lined up to be house fag sort of as a permanent thing for my freshman year. and i was like what the fuck? they want me to suck dick for a year??? and he was like, well more than suck dick. and he told me that he’d been told to like properly break me in. i freaked out but he calmed me down and told me that it was really just for the pledge and that after that it probably wouldnt happen. i think in some way i was sort of starting to like it, or get used to it. and i liked the attention i was getting and anyway i figured fuck it so i agreed. so for like a couple of weeks my big started fucking me, just getting me used to it as much as i could be.

and then i was basically handed to the seniors and they started fucking me too. i got my bid and was initiated. and for a couple of years i was house fag. i didnt really do chores but i was expected to be available for anyone who wanted to use me. and like i said i liked getting the attention and i got to be good at it.

after i left college i didnt really do stuff with guys, but a few years later there was a fraternity convention in Vegas and some of the exective comittee were there and they knew about my role in my chapter and i was invited to spend some time with them and i did stuff for them.

i still think about it and i like to ready about other guys doing it

Thank you for writing … brother? Maybe?

People think I’m exaggerating about the use of faggots by straight Alphas in fraternities and universities, but I’m most certainly not. It happens MUCH more than anyone freely admits. The hierarchical model of male interaction not only predicts this, but almost DEMANDS it. You shouldn’t feel badly or be embarrassed by what happened to you. This is simply the way Alphas express their dominance with weaker males.

I’m not sure what thread you’re talking about because this site has carried many true stories like yours over 11 years. The most dramatic was the powerful thread about “Frat Fag” and his Alpha frat brother named Duke, and it very closely mirrors what happened to you. I am intending to republish that thread to my paid Substack. It’s an incredible story of rape, betrayal, and friendship, but one that ultimately led to purpose fulfilled. Keep your eyes out for that!

One thing your experience shows clearly is the devious, predatorial nature of Alpha packs. Those frat Alphas very cleverly groomed you before you ever tasted your first dick. They worked on you through instinctual pack knowledge that needs no discussion; it’s simply understood.

In cases like yours it’s hard to know if you are a natural faggot, or possibly someone with leanings that were exposed through pressure from these Alphas. Alternatively, your feelings now could be residual “Stockholm Syndrome”-like aftershocks arising from your two years of being used. Usually this happens to rape victims like me (although I’m definitely a faggot), but I wouldn’t call you a rape victim. It’s quite interesting to me that you’re craving service opportunities years after the experience.

From my perspective, it’s hierarchically correct to follow your gut instincts. If you have a desire to serve, then you should find an Alpha somewhere and offer yourself to him. You might be able to answer any lingering questions you have through some honest exploration.

But I do thank you for sharing your remarkable college story. There are plenty of actual faggots who would love to be used the way you were for two years, and I’m sure they thrilled to your account. Please feel free to update me if you want/need to!

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This beautiful trailer dropped for an upcoming film titled FRANK & PERCY. It’s about two old Men, one gay and one straight (?) who meet and end up falling in love.

Over the years I have fielded questions from older gays and fags about the struggles they face while growing older. The scene leaves them behind, and they feel useless, abandoned, and unfulfilled.

This is a real phenomenon, a true danger, especially for my fag brothers.

However, as this lovely trailer promises, old age doesn’t need to be the end. Life is unexpected that way. If we keep our hearts open and take reasonable care of ourselves, we can still find adventure, purpose, and love in our latter years!

I can’t wait to see this!

A persistent, hungry faggot might not be the most obedient boy in the world, but it will eventually wear down the Alpha’s resistance and get him to use it!

Few Alphas can keep themselves from getting turned on by worship and hungry holes!

When both the Alpha and the faggot embrace their natural place, there is a freeness of speech that develops between them.

Abuse and degradation become part of their language, and their responses to it lead to an even deeper appreciation of themselves and each other!

An Alpha gets turned on when he sees his live-in domestic faggot working hard to care for his home and his needs.

The sight of a slave male completely submitting as his property turns his imagination to the many other ways he can use it.

HierarchyIsTruth!

Gay Alphas are exactly like their straight counterparts in terms of power.

Listen to Master @Dragon_griff talk about submitting his friend’s father!

Stop the prejudice against gay Alphas! They deserve our worship, service, and respect too!

Found this on Instagram and wanted to share!

Most natural-born fags showed signs as little kids. It wasn’t sexual, just innocent expressions of a need born into us.

Our parents noticed and hoped it would pass.

But it doesn’t ever pass.

We were born to be faggots, and there was no other choice.

I’m glad I made it out alive, and I’m glad to be surrounded by so many other fags who survived it as well!

Stay safe, and stay proud.

Love,

sam the faggot ❤️

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hello Sam. i’m 20 years old and from Ukraine, so my apologies for any mistakes in the text. i’m not nearly as knowledgeable in the hierarchy as you are, so i’m here to get educated. i find many aspects of the hierarchy to be aligned with what i always felt naturally. i think that i’m supposed to worship the men i’m with, supposed to be selfless and take care of them (or rather, him) in more ways than sexually. the only problem is that i’m a transsexual man.

i’ve always been attracted to men in ways no females around me were. i knew something was off from a very young age. i was always more interested in being the one to gift things instead of receiving gifts, giving sexually instead of receiving sexually. i must also point out that i only have anal sex. i get fucked like a faggot, i look like one, and apparently i find that a lot of what you preach actually resonates with me a lot. so i was wondering… do i even belong here? i’ve seen trans women in your discord, but never others like me. so i wanted to make sure where exactly my place is in the hierarchy? i would assume it’s even lower than a male faggot because i obviously lack what gay Alphas desire anatomy-wise, and i also don’t use or even show the unfortunate part that straight Alphas desire anatomy-wise. so i’m the worst of both worlds, basically.

My friend, thank you for writing to me!

The trans community poses a tricky proposition for hierarchical thought, because their situations are often assessed by less obvious means (internal identity, emotional/mental outlooks, etc.). It’s hard for someone like me to assess you because I can’t read your mind or heart, of course.

I do commend you for your bravery ad honesty. Rest assured, you have a place in hierarchy just like everyone else!

From an initial reading of the biographical details you provided, I would easily classify you as a faggot. By every metric, you’re functioning as a faggot for Men and Alphas right now.

I wanted to add that your claim that gay Alphas wouldn’t want you because you’re “missing parts” simply isn’t true. Many, many gay Alphas want nothing to do with a penis unless they have a demanding fetish for locking up fags (which is rare). I think you’d be perfect for either straight or gay Alphas, though. Yes, I know you don’t want straight Alphas using your retired parts, but straight Alphas still like the LOOK of those things, giving you an advantage over genetically-male faggots.

My advice to you is to simply become the best faggot you can be, perfect the various aspects of your service, and ignore the worry about your gender. You’re as much of a faggot as anyone else born with a desire to serve!

BTW, I hope I didn’t offend you if I misused terminology incorrectly. I admit I’m not the best when it comes to transsexuality.

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There are a lot of faggots imagining a life of fulfillment in service, hoping and dreaming of setting their fantasies free and making them reality.

Sadly, most don’t. They’re held back by a variety of reasons, most of which are baseless fears. So they go through life muted, resigning themselves to a life always looking back at chances never taken.

That’s why I really appreciated the following experience posted on the Hierarchy University Discord by a faggot named Josh. Listen to this:

When i look back and trace my journey to where i am now (living life fully as an inferior faggot), it kinda surprises me what led me here. Even though i now see that this is ALWAYS who I was, it was buried so deep that it needed to be coaxed out bit by bit. Some of that was exploration through porn, role play, talking to kinksters. I was even catfished in a way that actually left me with a greater understanding of my nature.

Ofc there were milestones, moments of realization. It’s one thing being called a good boy during fucking, it was another to internally embrace my true inferiority and admit I wasn’t a Man, and could never be Sir’s equal. That took guts.

I try not to feel bad or wish for a different path. It took time and now i’m here. I guess i could have seen the truth, but at least it happened eventually. Now i’ve given up the delusions, taboos, responsibilities, erections, and concerns that were stopping me becoming the faggot I was meant to be ❤️⛓️

“That took guts.”

You better believe it did! Every step forward a faggot makes toward embracing its purpose takes guts. In fact, the bravery shown by such faggots rivals or surpasses that of any Alpha, because this is a courage that requires a faggot to muster it from within to transform into something unknown.

But once this happens, the faggot finds such peace and centeredness. It’s worth the struggle!

Just look at my proud brother Josh today:

Josh and all of my brave fag brothers who turn fantasy into reality are more than brave … they’re beautiful!

Happy Locktober!

Thank you, Josh, for sharing this!

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a married beta-sub named Pete who was raised hierarchically by his Alpha father and grandfather, and is submissive to this three sons. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I’ve carried some crazy true stories on this site over the years, but the story of a beta-sub named Pete being groomed by his family of Alphas (including his Alpha sons!) into becoming a faggot is one of the most mind-boggling.

In previous posts, we learned about how Pete was raised by an Alpha father and grandfather to celebrate masculinity and hierarchy. Boys never wore clothes, because the male body was embraced as perfect and praiseworthy.

Pete has three teen sons who are largely being raised by his Dad and grandfather as Alphas, and these three sons accept that their father Pete is a faggot to be owned. By them.

In this latest update, we start to see the larger Alpha pack that Pete’s father and grandfather have built, and how his sons are becoming part of it.

READ ON:

It’s been awhile. Had a great August and September. Eventful.

Boys are good. Football season and the older boys have girlfriends.

All the boys had football through August, though they had a week off. The two older boys had the same week and spent in alone at the lake house with friends and girl friends came over for a couple of days.

The youngest had a different week off. My dad took him and some friends to the lake house. Like the older boys they had chores to do. Dad dropped in on them a couple of times. He was proud of how calm and in control Danny was. The leader, but not bossy or bullying. Gracious. They spent a lot of time naked, swimming, hiking, mowing. They jacked off together but nothing more.

My brother and I went for a long road trip. Great seeing the country. Fucking. Occasionally we’d meet up with guys my brother knows. Fun. 

My brother told me that my dad’s poker buddies didn’t meet a couple times a month to play cards but to fuck young women and young men that they had met online and set up play dates. I’ve known these guys all of my life. My brother said that he and a couple of the other guys’ sons had been invited to join in. My brother asked me if I ever wanted to join in. I did want to. This whole faggotry thing, helped and guided by your website has changed my sexual focus. My brother told me to ask Dad if I could join it. He was a little surprised, asked me if I was sure, and did I know that I’d be participating as a cunt. Yep.

So… I joined dad and the guys out for beers (dad had told me to clean out). Dad told them that he’d been training a faggot and he was now ready. He described how he trained a willing straight man into accepting his place under real men.  He went into a lot of details that didn’t happen with me. We went upstairs from the pub to the hotel room. Dad told the guys to make themselves comfortable and the stripped to their shorts. And dad told me to take off my clothes. All of them. He slipped a leather dog collar around my neck (my first time) and he began to flick my little dick and with lube finger my cunt going from my ass to my mouth and back. It was a fun evening. Afterwards the guys were all nice and complimentary to my dad with his training.

I’ve joined them two more times. Each time with one or two other guys, mostly their sons who are my age and have known forever.

In August, my youngest son’s football coach (he’d coached the other two boys when they were younger) asked me to come to the locker room after practice, he wanted to talk to me and Danny.  I always pick my son after practice, after the team meeting and after the boys shower, this time I went in. Good team huddle with the coaches going over the day’s practice and the next day’s. I stood around chatting with the coaches while the boys showered and left.

My son and I sat across the coach’s desk from him.  He told what a valuable player my son is and important to the team. His leadership was crucial. Rarely had a player so gifted and so gifted at leading and leading the boys towards being men. He praised me, my two older sons and my dad for how Danny was developing. He said that it would be great if avoided girls and all of their entanglement.  I agreed.

“Good. But he’s a boy and boys his age are horny,” Coach said. I smiled and looked at Danny who didn’t take his eyes off the coach. “Boys need outlets.” Long silence. “Danny and your dad say that you’ve been helping out.” Thanks, I said. 

“Stand up. Let me see?” See what? I was in Levis and a baggy T. He had me turn a couple of times. “Take off your shirt. Good, you’re in good shape. Take off the rest of your clothes.”
I did. I’ve been smooth for over a year, from the neck down.

“Nice. Is he a good fuck?” The coach asked Danny. Danny said I was. “Good.” 

The coach thoroughly inspected me while Danny he watched. Coach made comments, gave my son suggestions in training his faggot.

Coach asked Danny if he would share his faggot with him. Danny said, of course. He was clearly puffed by coach’s praise and attention.

Coach said that he would always ask permission first. I wasn’t consulted.

Coach told me to jack off onto his desk and then told me to eat it up. Then he had me do it again, and slurp it up again. Then again and a final time where I didn’t produce much.  “See how cute it’s little clit is now? Little and soft. Very nice. Cute,” and he fondled my dick and balls.

Since then the coach has fucked and played with me several times.

My dad joined in a couple of times. Apparently coach was one of his fuckboys that he shared with his friends when coach was in college and after. Now, when coach joins them he’s a dominant top.

Coach also is into getting rimmed, and a little into shit. Scat. I’m used to my own having had to clean off cocks that fucked me when I hadn’t had a chance to clean out first. It never bothered me. Coach would have me deep clean his crack and man-hole and sometimes there would some last remains and a couple of times he pushed out a last little nugget for me to eat. He likes making out with me with the taste of his hole on my lips and tongue.

Also, I been trying some everyday faggotry. 
I’ve complimented guy’s bulges and VPLs. They clearly are flaunting. I told a college age kid a couple of days ago at Kroger’s that he had a great penis.

“You like that?” He smiled.
“I do.”
“Good boy,” and he tapped my little dick through my mesh shorts.

At the gym sauna an older guy was complaining how sore and stiff he was. He was clearly somewhat dominant or at least very confident in how he behaved. I offered to give him a backrub right there. A hot sweaty back rub. Both of us naked. Other guys came in and talked with us while I rubbed him.

Finally he left and said that sometime we should do it again, and more. I gave him my phone number.

At home, the boys, my brother and dad exercise dominance when they’re in the mood.

I had no idea how much I would grow to love having a cock in me. I love the taste, but especially love getting fucked.

So… There’s an update,

Pete

IN-FUCKING-SANE!

I have no idea where Pete lives, but it seems like a city full of Alphas!

One thing about Pete’s situation that’s unique is the fact that he was raised by two God Alphas (his grandfather and his father), and those two have built a healthy Alpha pack that all fully embrace Alpha power and purpose. This web of Alpha influence has come to involve the football coach at school, and now Pete’s three sons.

And Pete is the faggot in the middle of that web that they’re training to embrace his purpose!

The Alpha getaways involving faggots aren’t terribly surprising. Straight Alphas do this often (much more than people realize), because those are the few times in our modern world when Alphas can be Men together, flex their power, and do what comes naturally without judgement.

But I was floored by the interaction with Danny’s football coach. First of all, it’s clear that Danny deeply respects his coach, and the coach recognizes Danny’s burgeoning power. There’s a mutual respect between them as Alphas that transcends age.

But then the coach asked Danny permission if he could use his faggot father … WHAT?!? I did not see that coming at all! The fact that Danny (who is like 13/14 years old) commands this level of respect is remarkable! Not only that, but also that the coach and Danny were talking about Pete’s fuckability like Pete was a farm animal up for auction is especially crazy!

Pete’s concluding experience about complimenting the young Alpha on his dick print shows just how much Pete has embraced his faghood. The lessons taught to him by his Alpha family are paying off!

I’m really proud of my brother Pete. A lot is being thrown at him by the powerful Alphas surrounding him, but he’s taking it in stride. I honestly think this volume of use and training would overwhelm most subs.

However, Pete’s training is occurring within a household that fully embraces hierarchical purpose as natural and something to be celebrated. That’s the difference. The many Alphas in Pete’s life view him as naturally inferior, but not disgusting. They recognize that he has a purpose too, albeit one very different from theirs.

And that’s okay.

To that last point, Pete added this final note:

Also, Sam,

I’ve been noticing hierarchy. I’ve noticed dominant sons with their dominant sons and their submissive sons.
I noticed boys becoming dominant and their fathers giving way to them.
I have noticed fathers and sons being equally dominant.

My guess is that none of them have sex together, and that most will never fuck other males.

With my family, it just seems natural. I slid into it easily.

 Pete

Exactly right!

Thank you, Pete, for this amazing and illuminating update!

Love,

sam the faggot

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Every Alpha expects this level of hunger, admiration, desire, and worship of their cock and balls.

They want to see the hypnotized eyes of females and faqqots as they submit completely to their genetic superiority.

Always give them this respect!

Hi Sam,

My name is Jack I live in the UK and I am at this current time a complete failure as a faggot.

I feel like I am not living life correctly. I don’t wear my cage, I don’t serve Men sexually or otherwise anymore and I am basically just a normie now.

However the pull to correct this is ever present. I feel like I was always a better person in chastity than out of it. If I served a man sexually or even in small every day ways it used to bring me a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment that would have me smiling for days.

I’m writing not because I need advice on how to fix this. Deep down I know the answers, I am just in a rut. However I feel surrounded by opportunities to correct it. For example I am in my thirties, I am working with a 21 year old Alpha Male who is feral, he hugs me, humps me, slaps my arse all in the workplace and finds it funny. I’m not sure he finds it anything more than a joke but the idea of just swallowing his load and thanking him and him finding that funny makes me think about him more than I should do.

So I guess the real question I have is have you or any of the faggots reading ever found yourselves stuck in a rut? Like when you break the habit of eating healthy or going to gym for a long time. And if so what broke it? Was it the old Just Do It approach?

Thank you for writing, brother!

First of all, you’re NOT a failure as a faggot! You’ve had the right mentality in the past, so it’s not like you can’t do it.

I think what you’re describing is quite a common problem, and I bet more than a few fags reading this are nodding their heads in recognition of what you’re saying. Look, being a faggot is not easy. People think we CHOOSE to be faggots just like they think we choose to be gay. The same rebuttal applies: why would we ever choose something that makes our lives demonstrably more difficult?? Of course we wouldn’t … and we didn’t. We are simply wired to be faggots, and our path to fulfillment is littered with pain and complications and necessary inconveniences. That’s simply the truth of it.

The question becomes: how bad do you want to feel that fulfillment, and do you want it more than settling into this rut for the rest of your life?

You’re a young faggot with plenty of life and energy left to offer Alphas. I see no need for you to surrender and be miserable in that rut, do you? It’s especially ridiculous to consider given the fact that you have a 21-year-old Alpha giving every signal that he’s ready to learn about his real purpose and discover the truth about faggots! You’ve got this huge opportunity to do something special with this Alpha, and you’re wasting it by talking yourself out of it (“makes me think more of it than I should do”). TAKE ACTION! Ask him if he considers himself an Alpha, lead him into a discussion of hierarchy, and even show him the site and the pyramid of hierarchy. Ask leading questions about what he finds there. Hell, use my “Letter To An Alpha” to strike up a more direct conversation.

There’s simply no reason to be like this, brother. This doesn’t need to be the end for your purpose. Get up and get started!

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Hello Sam

I would like to pick your brain some, I know I love men and would like to submit to one. The issue is the levels or fag and alpha. when reading your post and stories I would not behave as most fags would. As in the interest and willingness to please is low or more so I dont feel the desperation others do. In terms of request and demands from Alphas thats no issue but in terms of how fags act behave or expected to be just isnt me. I know I could be an Alpha, I’ve had an older man worship me but was disgusted by him and his desperation. So im wondering are there levels to being a fag or some outlier? I dont view myself as lowly and struggle too even try, but I know its best that I am submissive vs being the Alpha since I would be abusive and uncaring in that position.

Thank you for writing to me!

I have a sneaking suspicion that you might be a latent Alpha, even though I don’t see the intensity in you that I often find in other latent Alphas who are truly suffering.

I would really like it if you’d go through the material I’ve written on the subject of Alpha latency and see if any of it speaks to you. Here’s the link: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/category/alpha-latency/

Aside from that, it’s important to remember that not everybody falls neatly into the “Alpha” and “faggot” categories. For instance, there are “beta-subs” who are submissive in general but not faggots. You could very well be one of these other types.

But I want you to deeply consider the Alpha latency material I’ve assigned. There’s something in there that hasn’t been explored yet.

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

As always, @cagedjock remains at the forefront of training techniques and technology.

His approach to submission involves not just basic mechanics and mindset, but he also pushes the boundaries of what can be accomplished in subs.

A true innovator!! 🙌🏻

The following post is part of a thread following Kamal, a faggot who has a desire to serve his Alpha professor uncle Farid. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The most difficult help requests I receive from fags involve submitting to family members. Every time I’m asked for help with these, I’m filled with dread. I don’t want to give advice that leads a fag to be ostracized from a family home or into the hands of abusers.

It was even scarier when Kamal approached me about helping him submit to his straight Alpha uncle, because Kamal is Pakistani and that comes with extra baggage. However, I agreed to try and help because Kamal was so honest, open-hearted, and thoughtful. I felt he would have the best chance for success.

And sure enough, it was a success! As I reported last time, Kamal’s uncle, Master Farid, gladly accepted Kamal as his faggot!

I’ve been waiting on pins and needles ever since for the follow-up to this story (and frankly, so have my readers), but Kamal had some trouble getting it together to send … until now.

Just read his magnificent account, which blew away all of my expectations!

I am writing to you from a place I did not know existed until two days ago. I have tried to find other words to describe what has happened, but only yours suffice. The way your website describes certain things are just how i experinced them and there is an honesty in your writing, the refusal to hide the fact that there is much to lose, maybe a lot of pain along the way, but much to gain and to be oneself honestly for the first time is truly an experience without compare. I thank you for your cautious optimism and honesty.

The morning after Farid spoke the words that would restructure everything, I woke up and made my way down to breakfast in a daze. My aunt was there, speaking to him about some wedding in her family—her sister’s daughter, I think, or perhaps her cousin; the details dissolved in the heat of seeing Farid sitting there in a threadbare vest. She was asking him to attend the wedding and he was explaining, with that patient academic tone he uses, that his commitments at the university made it impossible. He offered instead to drive her to her sister’s place, which is a few hours away, and to spend a day or two there with her, which would allow him to explain his inability to attend the actual event to her family in person, and to give her more time with them so she could help with the preparations. As he told her this, he glanced at me quickly, and when I sat at the table he looked me in the eye without stopping his conversation with his wife, but I understood immediately from his gaze that he was lying. He had no academic obligations. The obligation that made his attendance impossible was me. He was buying us a fortnight alone together.

It was decided he and his wife would leave in a day or two, and I would not see him until he returned. The knowledge sat in my stomach like a stone, tense and heavy and radiant.

For the next few days, this tension shifted into something physical. Whenever we were alone and he involved himself with me—his hands on my skin, his mouth taking mine in the quiet hours when the house slept—he was overpowering and reticent simultaneously. Whenever I reached for more, he deftly side-stepped the request. When I asked to be fucked, he would simply touch me elsewhere or pull away with a calm smile that contained no refusal, only delay. He told me we must wait until his return. He spoke of the first time he would penetrate me as if it were something sacred, something he wanted us to be fully present for, without other cares. He said our first time would be something pivotal. “A fulcrum fuck?” I joked and he laughed, genuinely amused. I think that explains why I can’t remember the rest of that conversation. I tend to get lost in a euphoric haze when he’s happy with me.

Two days later, they left. The house emptied of everything but possibility, and I used that emptiness to prepare.

I had a professional full body wax so that I would be smooth for him, because I know he likes that. I also made sure I did some of the chores my aunt had been planning to do for him but had not been able to complete. I did his laundry and ironing perfectly, polished all his shoes that needed polishing, mended a few items of clothing that had lost a button or needed some trivial repair. My aunt and uncle had taken her car so that she would have it with her; my uncle was taking the train home. So I washed and detailed his car as best I could, working my hands into the leather until it gleamed with the same attention I wanted to give to him. Basically, I made sure that anything that had to do with him was perfect.

When my uncle returned, I was in class, so I could not welcome him home. But I made sure to cook his favorite meal for him, the one my aunt makes when she wants to thank him for something. When I returned to the house, he was waiting for me on the terrace. He embraced me warmly and kissed me. It was electric. It felt different than the kisses from when my aunt was there. This was deeper, more overwhelming, like he was not only there with me in the kiss but directing it, supporting it with his hands on my back, guiding my mouth open with a pressure he had not used on me before.

The air was warm and the jasmine smelled as it only can on the last night before it begins to wither—that particular intensity of something at the height of its bloom, aware of its own ending. A languid breeze paid its last respects and moved as if tethered to us, waiting for something to begin. He looked at me for a long time without speaking. His eyes moved over my face with a scrutiny that felt like reading.

Then he said: “I am going to fuck you now, Kamal. It will hurt, maybe even terribly. But I need you to feel the pain. I need it to destroy everything that’s only yours in you, the parts of you that can live without being mine. Or, I can stop and we can both walk away as we are.” I must have looked visibly distressed because he laughed and said, “But don’t worry, I won’t.”

His hands came up to hold my face and he kissed me again. It was a dominating, possessive kiss. When it ended he moved just an inch away and told me to leave him, to prepare and be ready when he called me.

During the hours between his words and the event, I prepared and whilst waiting in my room I read your text, Being Cunted. I marked the pages where you spoke of the proper mental state required for this transformation. For the first time, I understood from the inside what it meant to be prepared. I spent that afternoon in a state of profound stillness, accepting that whatever I believed myself to be until that moment was merely a placeholder for the truth you described. I sat in my room with the book open on my lap and felt my own consciousness thinning, becoming permeable, ready to be rewritten.

When the time came, he led me into his bedroom. Farid did not touch me at first. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me. This lasted for what felt like ages, though it may have been only minutes—time had already begun to behave differently, stretching and contracting according to his attention. He stripped me slowly, his eyes moving over my body with clinical ownership, cataloging every inch he was about to claim. I stood before him naked and trembling, feeling every inch of my skin exposed to his judgment, my hands hanging useless at my sides because I understood that I was no longer permitted to cover myself.

“You are so beautiful.” he said. Then he came for me.

He arranged me on the bed, pushing me down onto my stomach without a word. He used his hand to open me, unravelling me with an aggressive patience that left no room for hesitation. His fingers worked with a deliberation that felt like surgery, like he was clearing a path through me. I felt the weight of him pressing me into the bed, the heat of his clothed body against my bare back. Then he took me.

“If it hurts, feel it.”

He fucked me with a controlled violence that I had never imagined possible. It was not chaotic; it was precise and overwhelming, each thrust delivered with a certainty that suggested he had always known exactly where I ended and he began. He used my body as if it were a tool designed specifically for his pleasure, driving himself deep into me again and again with a rhythm that felt inevitable. I felt my breath leave me, my lungs seizing as he found the depth he was searching for.

I felt something inside me let go. Not break—release. He fucked me past the point where I could track time or distance. I began to weep, and shake, my body convulsing with sobs that seemed to come from somewhere beneath my ribs. I was aware of being gone from myself, floating somewhere above the bed while my body remained pinned beneath him, still receiving, still being used. The room blurred into shadow and light. In that state of near-unconsciousness, using your word, I understood that I was being cunted. The knowledge arrived not as thought, but as sensation, a cellular recognition of what was being carved into me.

He finished inside me. He did not pull away immediately; he held me down with his full weight until I stopped gasping, shivering, trembling. But I continued crying. And he seemed okay with that.

He whispered quietly in my ear, telling me how proud he was of me, how I had proved him right to want me, how strong I was for never having asked him to stop, even when he hoped I would. He kissed me and I remember nothing more.

When I woke the next morning, I discovered The Void.

It is not a metaphor. It is a literal, physical location in my body—a singular point of ache situated low in my belly, just behind the pubic bone. It felt as if a piece of me had been scooped out and replaced with an ongoing hunger that could only be satisfied by him. This Void did not vanish when he left the room or when I returned to my normal life.

Days later, it is still there. I feel it while I am sitting in lectures at college, listening to professors speak about literature and history, my pen moving across the page while my body orients itself toward his absence. I feel it during meals with my friends, as I smile and talk about mundane things, the conversation flowing around me while I remain anchored to this ache. It is an ongoing bodily reminder of the only man who can make me feel whole, the only one who has ever owned me.

My outward life has become a performance. I speak to friends, submit my work to smiling professors, I attend dinners, I laugh at jokes that float aimlessly through the air, but it is all an act, a performance by someone who no longer exists. The Kamal they think they know is gone; he was happily and willingly remade in the shape of Farid’s desire.

I want to say to you also that I could not have understood what was happening to me without your writing. Your words provided the only interpretive frame that made my mental state possible. Without them, I might have tried to categorize this event through the lens of romance or simple lust, and it would have remained elusive and its moment unknown. You gave me the vocabulary to accept the transformation as a revelation of what always was, waiting beneath the surface of who I pretended to be.

Now, when the ache becomes unbearable during the day, I return mentally to a specific sensory anchor: the smell of jasmine in furious bloom upon a warm beating breeze just before he spoke to me. That is where the shift began. That is where I left myself behind.

It is impossible for me to ever tell my family what has happened or who I have become. They see a dutiful son and student; they do not see the faggot who carries Farid’s seed inside him as a permanent mark of ownership. They do not see The Void. They do not see me.

But you do. And because of you, Farid does.

Thank you.

Kamal.

I almost had tears in my eyes reading this account the first time. The events described are so glorious, and Kamal’s expressive depictions of both the physical and emotional elements of his cunting (as well as The Void) are spectacular. I’m practically speechless.

What Master Farid did to Kamal is not easy, especially upon deflowering, but Master Farid did manage to cunt Kamal on the first fuck. It makes me wonder if Master Farid has owned/used fags in the past. If he hasn’t, then Master Farid has an innate understanding of how a faggot is to be used and claimed! As I’ve said before, Alphas have these instincts … but they don’t always act on them.

I chuckled when Kamal described The Void perfectly. I wasn’t expecting that additional perspective, but Kamal’s entire journey into true faghood through cunting and voiding is one of the most complete documents I’ve ever read. It’s a masterpiece!

Fags, read it again and again. This can be the result if you act in honesty, faith, and courage! Straight Alphas are out there willing to own you and give you experiences like this. You’ll never know the satisfying completion of purpose that Kamal feels now unless you try!

To my dear Kamal, thank you for sharing this with me and for trusting me! I think you’re beautiful inside and out, and I can’t wait to hear more of your discoveries as your Master Farid trains you and takes you deeper into your submission!

I love you, Kamal!

Always,

sam the faggot