like most fags, I have always know my place is to service real men with alpha cocks. My problem is I’m not a twink or smooth. I’m a rougher looking blue collar guy in Wisconsin. I’m wondering how to more embrace the fag I am and how to find more alpha cock to service and cum to swallow.
Hi brother, thank you for writing!
It’s always difficult to fulfill your purpose when you don’t fit the stereotype Men think of when they think of a faggot. Over the years, I’ve encountered faggots of all types. I’ve met obese fags, muscular bodybuilding fags, twink fags, and blue collar “dude” fags like you.
And here’s the truth: there’s an Alpha out there for every faggot body type. What matters much more is a faggot’s attitude. Being submissive and service-oriented will go much farther than looks with Alphas.
Finding those Alphas for someone like you probably involves either searching through the Alphas you personally know, or going to places like gyms, sporting events, bars, etc. and making yourself useful. There’s no magic formula to this. It’s just a matter of making yourself available and being brave.
Just know that any useful faggot can (and will) be used. You can do this, brother!
I absolutely love this moral dilemma posed by Master @ExecutiveSir on X.
My personal answer is “D” because a good Master shouldn’t and wouldn’t knowingly put his faggot into a situation where it must abandon its principles in order to be acceptable.
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Mika, a teenage faggot in Peru who bravely and successfully seduced a straight Alpha named Gael. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I fell in love with my little brother Mika almost immediately. His innocent joy and excitement was infectious. From his nervous first approach to a straight Alpha trainee at his school named Gael to successfully serving every day as Master Gael’s personal faggot, it’s been such a pleasure to mentor him and watch him grow!
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if everything fulfilling and life-affirming could last forever?
Sadly, one of the huge pitfalls of being a faggot that is owned by a straight Alpha is the inevitable moment that the straight Alpha finds a girl and marries her. It has happened to me multiple times, and it hurt every time.
Mika sent me this mournful update:
Hi Sam,
This is Mika from Peru again, how are you?? I am a little upset today… I have been serving Gael for almost six months now and I am his complete cumdump now. My hole was pink tight and virgin, now I have a gaping hole that looks like a real pussy after all the rough fucks and the dozens and dozens of loads I took. But yesterday he sent me a text message saying that he will propose to Luna and they will get married in 2026. He told me this news as if I was just another friend, and I said “nice, I am so happy for you”, but I cried so much in my bedroom Sam, I don’t want to lose him. I told him if I could continue to serve him and he said “it depends on how Luna’s pussy will taste and feel”. So now I am here hoping that he will come back to my hole after taking Luna’s virginity… I don’t know what to do brother Sam
It’s a tough spot for a young faggot, for sure. There isn’t really much a faggot can do in this situation except NOT do what I did the first time it happened to me: I lost my composure and started crying and demanding that he respect what I did for him. Believe me, that was the worst possible thing to do. It made any kind of reconnection impossible.
My suggestion is to focus on good thoughts, be happy and supportive for Master Gael, and keep the lines of communication open and fun. Trust me, Master Gael’s new bride will NOT be able to satisfy him the way Mika does. Girls who act like she apparently does (waiting for marriage, withholding pleasure) will never be able to fully satisfy a powerful young straight Alpha who ahs experienced faggot ownership.
If Mika plays his cards right, Master Gael will come back yearning to be WORSHIPED, something only a faggot really understands.
But before that happens, Mika will have to go through some pain. It’ll be nerve-wracking, for sure, but if he can keep his composure and his optimism, I think Master Gael will stick around.
Mika is too much of a precious jewel to lose that easily!
What do I do when I realize at 65 years old and married that I am actually a faggot?
Thank you for the question, brother!
I’m sorry you’re realizing/accepting that so late in life! You have a complicated situation that is going to make things difficult as well.
Generally-speaking, sexual service is likely not going to happen unless you’re in incredibly great shape or you’re lucky. You might be able to find an Alpha who can use you as a domestic faggot (put out an ad on more conventional sites like Grindr offering such service). And of course, many older faggots find satisfaction serving Alphas financially fin findom.
Those are likely your options, brother. Thank you and good luck!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the adventures of Avi, a 21-year-old faggot discovering the wonders of cunting and deepening his submission to Alphas! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
People were pretty excited to read the thread developing here about a faggot named Avi who was being cunted by his childhood friend (who still remains unnamed!). All along I have been urging Avi to actually submit and ask this Alpha to take official ownership of him. After all, definitive ownership would be great in developing Avi’s submission, but also help to elevate his Alpha friend to his proper place hierarchically and teach him deeper truths.
Avi agreed. Right before Thanksgiving he wrote this: The Alpha as a childhood friend has been invited by mother to our Thanksgiving celebration this evening, so I intend to ask him to own me today. I believe he will say yes. I will keep you updated.
Well, during yesterday’s Thanksgiving festivities Avi decided to take a bold step. Check this out!
The Alpha and I talked once he got into the house. We both went to speak first, and I stopped myself and he told me that I was his, and I told him I was about to ask to be his. We stared at each other and just laughed, as we realized I’d been his from when we first met in first grade. He told me we were going to have our own ‘celebration’ before the Thanksgiving one. He ordered me to my knees, and fucked my face so good I came three times just from servicing his delicious smelling and tasting cock. Then he bent me over my bed, and cunted me again! He fucked me for two hours, with a couple short breaks in between. But I kept cumming and shuddering, and my mind kept getting deep into subspace as it broke over and over. Again, I felt like I was looking at Apollo descended from Olympus, like he was the sun around which I orbit. Then, he was sweet enough to hold me as I came back to myself, and clean me up, and then we went down to Thanksgiving dinner together, and he fingered my pussy throughout the dinner. And when it was over, and the others were distracted with festivities, we snuck off and I spent the rest of the time serving his cock, getting cunted again, even though I was coming dry at that point, even though my pussy kept quivering. He told me to give him the key to my clitty cage, and that he wants me plugged when not fucked. And I’m to keep dressing rather effeminately, but to now add a slutty edge.
I am so happy to be owned.
Beautiful!
It’s great to see that Avi’s former friend/new Master already has the instincts needed to properly own a faggot. I loved hearing that he held Avi and helped Avi recover after such an explosive cunting session! Many Alphas ignore aftercare (because, of course, Men don’t require aftercare), but this Master does appreciate the need to help a faggot recuperate after being fucked by his powerful Alpha cock! I imagine some of that stems from the fact that they’ve been friends since early childhood and there are some deep emotions involved.
I just knew it wouldn’t take much for Avi to convince his Alpha friend to take ownership of him! As faggots, we must be brave like this! In many cases we are introducing the very thing many Alphas need but don’t realize it yet. These Alphas are a bit like Mr. Anderson in the movie THE MATRIX, stuck inside an ill-fitting world and conditioned to conform, when in reality they are actual SUPERHUMANS like Neo. And just like Mr. Anderson had to be tempted down the “rabbit hole” and shown the truth, so do these Alphas!
One of the precepts of this site is the truth that Hierarchy is the foundation of all aspects of human society, especially within close interpersonal relationships, and any deviation from one’s purpose within Hierarchy usually ends up failing due to imbalance. It’s how I’ve always been able to predict outcomes between males, because invariably all males find their center of gravity within the Hierarchy paradigm.
That is to say: we all must find and fulfill our hierarchical purpose in order for our lives to have satisfaction, peace, and meaning.
Again and again I’ve covered true stories that plainly illustrate this fact: anytime there’s a problem within a relationship, check how things are going Hierarchically first. You will usually find the trouble there.
Today I received this wonderful story from a faggot named Dean. He’s been married to his husband for six years, but things slowly began to fall apart. Notice what happened here:
Sam, I just wanted to tell you how the hierarchical truth saved my marriage. After being together with my husband for 6 years, this summer we were on the verge of divorce. We both felt that sex was not satisfying for neither of us and our relationship did not make us happy.
The night that he was packing his things I couldn’t stop crying and that made him frustrated and furious with me. At one point he lost his patience and, full of rage, he pushed me on the bed and fucked me almost like an animal. I cried even louder but, far from making him stop, he pushed his socks into my mouth and continued using my hole. That night he cunted me and I realised I was a faggot and that I needed to submit to him to save our relationship.
Until that moment we had a vanilla relationship and we gave each other pleasure, but since then I can proudly say that he is my Master. I suck his dick every morning until he comes and then he leaves to work leaving me leaking and in heat. He knows that when he comes back in the evening my hole will be wet and ready. It’s almost ironic that, now that he doesn’t reciprocate blowjobs and doesn’t let me come, I feel more satisfied than ever. My aching balls are a constant reminder of his power.
love,
Dean
What my brother Dean describes is exactly what I’ve been preaching my entire life, but specifically online here for ten years. As he says, it’s “almost ironic” that giving up personal physical pleasure and living to serve actually devote everything to serving the needs of the Alpha partner brings much greater pleasure, but in reality it’s NOT ironic because that is exactly how Hierarchy works.
The problem here is that people try to think they know better, that Hierarchical rules don’t apply to them, that there are not “roles” they should fulfill … but then they live unhappy and unfulfilled lives because of their refusal to understand and accept the truth!
Almost anytime I’m asked to look into a troubled relationship, it’s always a hierarchical issue. I’m like a chiropractor, searching through the skeleton and finding the hierarchical bone out of place. If we look at larger society, much of the marital unhappiness across the board stems from a lack of obedience to hierarchical realities. Women want to be equal to Men, and Men are abdicating their natural leadership roles so they can become soft video game players instead of the MEN who once built our world.
Once Dean accepted his role as his husband’s devoted faggot and began fulfilling it, notice how naturally his husband slipped into his proper role as well! And viola! their marital troubles evaporated like morning dew!
Lesson: always obey your hierarchical purpose!
Thank you, Dean, for sharing such a personal story of success!
My name is Avi. I’m a 21 year old faggot. I wanted to write about my experience being cunted. I was cunted twice. Once by myself using a dildo. I’d been pounding my pussy with it, which by the way for some reason is starting to look like an actual pussy? When I started trembling and the dildo hit something inside me and I trembling even worse and began to cry as I came, cum dribbling out of my cage, as my entire body shook from an anal orgasm. And when I pulled out the dildo I felt so empty it hurt. I craved something in me, and it took me a month to realize I craved alpha cock. Which led to me getting cunted by what was once one of my friends. I trembled, I cried, I came over and over, and I was changed by it all. Now I still have this weird emptiness in me that only cock can sate, and my asshole looks like a pussy for some reason. Any ideas as to why?
My brother, thank you for the awesome question!
First of all, congratulations on managing to cunt yourself with a dildo! It’s not easy to do. You must’ve been in deep subspace while fucking yourself with it! I think it’s great that your first cunting experience happened that way, because in that case you were able to pay attention to all of the sensations you were giving yourself.
The thing you hit inside you that triggered the cunting cascade of orgasms, trembling, and tears was very likely your prostate.
It’s very interesting that you felt that void after cunting yourself with a dildo. You asked me about that empty, yearning feeling – I call it “The Void”. And guess what? I wrote about it specifically in the article “Cunting And The Void“! You can follow that link to read the article! I think you will recognize some of what you’re experiencing in it!
As for your hole resembling a pussy now that you’ve been cunted and bred a couple of times, don’t worry too much about it. This is perfectly normal for fucked, cunted faggots. It’s where the term “boy pussy” comes from. And guess what?? I’ve written about that as well, in this article titled “Boy Pussy“!! Once again, I’ve linked to that article so you can read it!
I’m really happy for you, my brother! You not only experienced cunting, but The Void it created caused you to seek out Alpha dick and get cunted “properly”!
But I’m also proud of you for being aware and curious enough to seek out answers to these transformations in both your body and mind as you more fully fulfill your purpose! So many faggots miss these things, which is a shame. Your awareness will help you progress faster and with more success!
Hopefully you’ll want to share your experiences with this former friend/Alpha who cunted you! Thank you again for writing!
This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This site has always been blessed with some truly astonishing faggots. I have had influence with some of them, but I do not take credit for the terrific faggots they’ve become … NATURE deserves that credit. These are not “good boys” … they’re GREAT boys. They were born with a natural desire and the programming to serve Alphas properly.
Even among the legendary faggots in the Hall of Fame around here, little Giovanni shines among the brightest. He’s as natural of a faggot as you’ll ever know … sexy, slutty, and playful, but obedient and worshipful and deeply considerate of the needs of superior Men. To top it off, Giovanni is a mentor faggot (the highest rank in my faggot hierarchy), a slave devoted to helping other fags sharpen their skills and mental outlook.
He’s rightly owned by one of the greatest God Alphas I’ve ever known in Master Lorenzo. That means Giovanni is not only used properly, but he’s also cared for in the most exquisitely loving ways. Master Lorenzo knows he owns a Rolls Royce faggot in Gio (honestly two along with Rafael), so he takes perfect care of his fags so they are always ready to serve.
Some faggots complain to me about being restricted (like when they’re locked in cages) or some other aspect of service, but Giovanni relishes everything about his Master and his service to him without any complaints at all. It’s marvelous!
Giovanni likes to surprise Master Lorenzo every so often, if for no other reason except to keep his Master happy. The other day Giovanni came up with a cute surprise, but notice how it ended up being a learning opportunity:
Hello brother Sam!!! This is Giovanni
Omg brother, you won’t believe what happened last night!
It was Master Lorenzo’s birthday and I cooked a nice meal for him and talked to Rafael that we could bring a third faggot as a surprise for our King. So I found a sexy fag on Grindr, explained the situation and we were all set. Our Master arrived home, ate his food, and then the fag arrived.
He was soooo happy, the fag was really sweet and sexy. He put the three of us in his bed, all with our ass up, he lubed our holes and fucked a little of each, alternating from one pussy to the other. Everything was going super well.
Then I rode him, Rafael sucked him again, and he fucked the new fag in missionary and doggy. He wanted to give his load to his new fag, so after banging him hard he told the boy to open his mouth. He shot a very delicious load in the fag’s mouth, and you know, I thought that my mission was complete to my Master. We were all sweaty in bed.
But the boy out of a sudden turned his head to the floor and spit all the cum on the floor!!!!! Omg Sam, I was so embarrassed and he spit a thick load with all his saliva on master’s rug, it was horrible. I could see the shock and the disappointment in Master’s eyes, but I know he’s a really good man, so he would not beat him, but he was clearly offended.
Master just said “Gio, go wash the rug. Rafael, go take our new friend to take a shower” I knew something was wrong because Master always bathe us with his hands after he fucks us but with the new guy he just told him to go take a shower with Rafael.
Anyway, the fag took a shower, dressed up again, and left the house. I knelt on the floor kissing Master’s feet and apologizing for the fag’s behaviour. But Master Lorenzo just said “not everyone is perfect like you, baby”
Then he took Rafa and I and bathed us as always, kissing us, telling us how beautiful we are, and washing our whole body, including our holes, of course. We went back to his room and before sleeping he demanded a double blowjob and shot another load for Rafa and I. We of course swallowed every single drop.
Brother Sam, I told the fag ONE MILLION times that Lorenzo is healthy and always does all his tests, so that he could take his load with no risks, but still he spit all my King’s precious seed. That happened yesterday, today in the morning he texted me again on grindr asking when “he would be able to ride my boyfriend again”
I asked Lorenzo what to do, and he said that the fag deserves a second chance, but he wanted to know why he didn’t swallow. BELIEVE IT OR NOT brother, the fag said “oh I really like dick but I don’t like cum, it’s disgusting” and guess what, my perfect master just said “be polite with him baby, but tell him that we won’t see each other again” And then I told the fag that Master didn’t want to do it again, but I added a personal advise and told him that, if the Alpha is healthy and have no risks, he should respect more the precious seed of Men. He called me a misogynistic and blocked me.
I felt bad at first because I thought I had ruined Master’s birthday. But tonight he arrived home with a very sexy lingerie, a new cage, and a new anal plug for me. Rafael usually stays with us just on the weekends, so I was by myself. Oh brother Sam, it was so magical!! Master likes to fuck rough but sometimes he’s really romantic and I love it!!
Look how perfect he is: he told me that he noticed during the day in my text messages that I was feeling guilty so he wanted to remind me that I am “the world’s most precious faggot” so he brought a really tiny sexy lingerie, put the new cage on me, and told me to wait for me with the plug inside me while he took a shower.
When he came back from his shower, I was ready and my hole was all nice and lubed for him. We made love for hours and hours, he came inside of me first and then in my mouth. I have his cum now in my face, tongue, stomach, and ass.
Now he’s asleep and I am really tired as well but I wanted to tell you this story before I go to bed!
Brother Sam, why is it so important for Men that we accept their cum inside of us? And why so many people find it disgusting? Last question: do you think I did the right thing telling the fag to respect the seed of superior Men?
I think Master Lorenzo was very reasonable telling the fag not to come back anymore if he doesn’t like cum. But I wanted to know your opinion.
I have soooo many female friends who refuse to swallow their boyfriends cum. Omg, it’s crazy for me! I would swallow gallons of Lorenzo’s cum if he wanted me to do it!! I love you so much brother Sam!!
My goodness, what an experience!
First of all, I’m proud of Giovanni (also Rafael) for maintaining their perfect standards (and submissive attitudes) despite the fairly atrocious and undisciplined behavior of this outside fag. The situation could’ve gotten out of hand (who knows what I would’ve done in the same situation! Probably would’ve been pretty mad!). Giovanni’s shock, though, is appropriate. Giovanni has been bred and fed Master Lorenzo’s cum too many times to count, and Giovanni considers every drop of it to be exactly what it is: the most precious substance on earth.
To see a random faggot spitting his Master’s cum on the carpet was just too much for Giovanni to bear! I’m so glad Giovanni discreetly corrected this wayward faggot!
This incident really underscores how badly all faggots need Owners to train them properly. Not all faggots emerge from the womb ready to serve like Giovanni did. It makes me sad and frustrated that there are so many unschooled feral faggots out there insulting Alphas with their pathetic, half-hearted service!
Incidentally, I’m also proud of Master Lorenzo for refusing to give the faggot another chance. Alphas should maintain respect for themselves and their Alphahood. The feral faggot was attractive, but for a God Alpha obedience is worth more than a hot ass.
Here are my responses to Giovanni’s questions:
It’s important for Men to put their cum inside us for a couple of reasons. First of all, Men are natural breeders, and the process of shooting their cum into someone is deeply satisfying on a primal level. Secondly, shooting their cum into people is a way of claiming them as conquered territory. Thirdly, a Man’s cum carries his specific genes and hormones. It’s HIM, essentially. So that cumshot is as personal of a gift as a Man can give, so it should be respected.
I guess people find it disgusting because it shoots from the same hole the Man pisses from, so they equate cumshots with waste. Of course, this is incredibly disrespectful and just plain WRONG, but people get stupid ideas in their heads. Also, I wouldn’t say that cum always tastes DELICIOUS, so for some people the taste is awful enough to make them sick.
Not only did you do the right thing, but you also did it in the most perfect way possible. You did everything you could as a good boy and great mentor to try and teach this dumb faggot the truth. Yu never know … maybe it’ll be out there thinking about what you said and change!
I’m so proud to call Giovanni my friend and little brother. We both serve Master Lorenzo, so I’m always kneeling right next to Gio in spirit, both of us safe in the enormous shadow of our God Alpha, Lorenzo.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight God Alpha Master Phillip, a new addition to the paradise compound of Master Dino and his sons Master Chad and Master Dean. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Some of the most powerful Alphas on the planet are, sadly, also some of the most dangerous. Their power is almost a burden to them, an uncontrollable force that unthinkably destroys the innocent with the guilty. Often they themselves don’t even understand it, leading to moments of great uncertainty and even fear. Alpha rage is one of the most potent and terrifying forces in nature because it can be widespread and specific at the same time. Imagine trying to live with that kind of indiscriminate power, let alone love anyone with it!
God Alphas are, in some ways, wounded by this power. Wounded by loneliness, wounded by the terror they see in the eyes of those they must instinctively use. They are a bit like Frankenstein’s monster accidentally killing a little girl because he didn’t know his own strength. There is a pain in that kind of solitary existence at the very summit of Hierarchy, an existence almost nobody else can understand except perhaps God Himself.
Some of the God Alphas I’ve covered here have grappled with such feelings, most notably Master Dino. He’s currently on a world tour of healing and destruction as he grapples with the loss of his faggot Jamie. Again, God Alphas exist on a different plane than the rest of us.
Master Phillip has been learning much about the dark Alpha power he has possessed (and been possessed by) all of his life. It’s a life he’s spent mostly in dangeorus shadows filled with corrupted inferiors. It’s been a life built to overcome any obstacle and defeat any enemy.
Except one: LOVE.
Intensely powerful God Alphas need to experience the most extreme examples of true and abiding love possible in order to truly understand it at all. That is why faggots are the perfect solution for these most uncontrolled of Men. A faggot will endure any amount of rage, fury, abuse, and even hate that a God Alpha might throw at them, and that level of unwavering devotion eventually breaks down the God Alpha’s resistance. The darkest of nights in their hearts turns to dawn, and in the light of that truth they find peace.
And yes, love.
Master Phillip has spent the last three night pulverizing his first faggot, Joy. Listen to the dawn rising inside of him in his account:
faggot,
Guess you are knowledgeable of mine and joy’s three-day marathon. I’ve fucked the cunt bloody. Ha. faggot is being attended to by her sisters. I’ve never felt so empty and so full at one and the same time. I’ve never reached a point where I have not one more nut to shoot but here we are. Goddamn faggot! I’m completely drained. I went for some Gatorade after cc came to tend joy. I’m downing a quart in the kitchen and little fucking whore jaye is trying to swing on my bloody cock! Filthy little slut! Haha I tell the bitch “no” and she slinks away disappointed but not defeated I’m positive. Unless I’m wrong-and that’s almost impossible-she’ll slut cum off another brother and be back begging for mine. These faggots live for Alpha sperm. Dirty fucking poofs.
I had to write. I’ll even show you a little of My weakness and say that I couldn’t nut again if my life depended on it. My goddamned junk is mutherfucking RAW bitch! Even when I was a green kid jacking hours at a time I never had a totally empty bag like now. Fuck! Fuck! Goddamn! joy is deliriously calm, happy, and destroyed. The sun was coming up as I shot My last load in her bloody twat and so I showed her a little affection. Im getting pretty comfortable being nice to cunt. I kind of like kissing her and bitch loves Me spitting big wads in her mouth. Dirty fucking whore. I roll over and call cc on the box to come and check My faggot and the cunt looks into My eyes, hers filled with a love and passion I’ve never experienced and BEGS Me for more cock! Mutherfuck what devotion. I’ve out and out destroyed the cunt for almost three days running and she’s on My ass for more cock! I know I deserve it but fuck! I don’t want the slut to bleed out on Me. I seriously believe that, if I chose, I could literally fuck her to death and she’d tell Me she loved Me as she kicked it! Goddamn faggot. You whores got it bad, don’t you? Haha
Oh fuck, here’s Dean. He says He’s got to give her a couple of stitches but not to worry. He’ll take care of it and sends greenfaggot for the med kit. Fucker’s going to be a good doctor. He’s more intelligent than any dude I know. It’s great having somebody with His skills here in the middle of the ocean. There’s around 25 adults here and that’s it. Chad has His own kingdom. Haha The fucker! Wonder where His sorry ass is right now. His cunt is helping Dean. I’m standing outside His door. I hear the fucker snoring. Prick snores louder than a Goddamn tank. Hell, cc says He even fucks in His sleep, cums in her and never stops snoring. THAT’S a Goddamn Alpha! Haha
I keep hesitating like a cunt but I got to say it for My growth. joy tells Me she loves Me every mutherfucking five seconds. At first it made Me really uncomfortable but not enough to make Me stop fucking the bitch. Somewhere around the second day of banging I am having all kinds of feelings banging inside Me. As I’m cumming bitch touches My face and says really sweetly that she loves Me. I felt My chest swell and said softly, “I love you too, cunt” and started shooting again five fucking seconds after I’d just busted. Bitch started riding Me HARD! We didn’t stop to discuss it, just kept fucking.
So now I’m walking outside, thinking what to do now. I’m not real fucking happy about that love shit. I’ve never said that before to anybody, well certainly not in this context. It’s freaking Me a little faggot. I’m trying to remain objective and thinking about Pop’s ancient history. At least I don’t want to kill her. I’ll call Pop later. Even though I’m bothered by it I think I can deal. faggot better give Me some space and not mention this shit. I hope she’s got enough faggot sense to keep it to herself until I work through My new emotions.
Since you been in on shit I thought I’d tell you. I suppose I’m ok with your readers knowing I love My faggot, if I even know what love is. It’s not what I imagined it was. Its like a protective thing. Im not turned on by faggot’s appearance but by her submission, her adoration of Me. Shit, I’ve never had these feelings so I hope faggot knows it’s not going to be an easy, sweet love. Haha she may regret stirring these feelings in Me. My personality is like, I’m a powder keg sitting on lit dynamite atop an atom bomb, as one buddy described Me. One wrong move could blow faggot and everything to smithereens and leave kilometers of barren wasteland and thats if I’m not pissed off. she better tread this new territory very carefully.
Well bitch, I’m hopping in the ocean. Standing here smoking My cig I see I got blood all over My junk. I’ll wash this shit off then eat and call Pop. He’ll know just how I should deal with this fucking shit. Goddamn this saltwater burns My raw, abused cock! Fuck it, I’m Alpha. What’s a little pain. Ha ha Later, fuck stick. This God needs to contemplate the meaning of this moment of life. Fuck you, faggot. Fuck all you Goddamn pansies! Fucking punks!
MASTER PHILLIP
I think this might be the most moving “awakening” letter I’ve ever read from a straight God Alpha. It’s so honest, raw, yet still growling with a caged animal’s resentment.
Now, when I use the word “awakening”, I’m not insinuating that Master Phillip is coming out of the closet. NOT AT ALL. Instead, I use it to describe the sudden and startling realization he’s experiencing about what he is and what he truly needs.
The WORSHIP he needs.
This is the least understood aspect of Alpha life: Alphas need worship. It’s as vital as air, water, and food for Alpha life and power. Worship ignites a firestorm of passion and aggression inside an Alpha that can be quite overwhelming, even terrifying. It results in rape-like breeding, fits of rage and violence, punctuated by intensely passionate moments of deep intimacy. It’s enough to shock the faggot, but it very often also shocks the Alpha as well.
When the dust settles, the faggot is left broken but fulfilled while the Alpha is left rejuvenated … and also now feeling admiration and care for this little creature that surrenders its life for him.
And that is where Master Phillip finds himself. He feels incredible, as if all the energies of the universe are flowing through him. He now understands why I called him a God Alpha almost immediately. But he also feels compassion, protectiveness, and yes, love for his new faggot. Joy went through the fire, was tested in every respect, and still it clings to Master’s leg and looks up at him with pleading, worshipful eyes.
Master Phillip doesn’t have a single thing to worry about. What he’s experiencing is perfectly natural. He’s fulfilling all of the promise of hierarchy, a realm he rules over completely alongside some of the greatest God Alphas alive today. In fact, I would suggest that Master Phillip’s former life (and the beliefs he once held) no longer matter, just the same as a butterfly doesn’t think back to being a caterpillar. He’s transfigured, transformed into a new creation so immense and infinite that he cannot be assailed or defeated.
In fact, I maintain the belief that Alphas cannot ascend to the highest reaches of Hierarchy without using and owning faggots. Without the complete worship of a faggot, an Alpha cannot even comprehend what he’s meant to be in our world.
Master Phillip is ascending. He’s becoming something new, and fighting it all the way. Every instinct in him says he doesn’t need to own and use a faggot, yet the power and glory is so incredible, so addictive that he simply cannot refuse it.
He now knows his purpose. He now knows what he was born to be.
And the world is so much better for it!
Thank you, Master Phillip!
This is a clip from the film THE DARK CRYSTAL, a fantasy film from 1982. At the end of the film it shows the two primary races of the film’s world being combined into one glorious, all-powerful race of superbeings. This is how I view the union of an Alpha and a faggot.
Recently a top I’ve been seeing has been using breath control on me. At first this involved only pinching my nose shut while thrusting his cock down my throat or putting a rubber hood without a mouth opening over my head and then closing off the nose holes. Last night he put a plastic bag over my head while I was tied up and held it closed until I passed out. When I expressed alarm about this activity, he assured me that he was in control and even said that next time he would introduce me to garrotting. I’m nervous about this. The guy is a great top, and I want to go on seeing him, but how do I get him to stop this?
Brother, thank you for your question!
I was horrified to read what you wrote. Simply put: your life is in danger. I don’t care if this Alpha is a cardiologist with a Nobel prize in medicine – there is NO guarantees when you cause another person to lose oxygen, stop breathing, or pass out. The plastic bag on the head should’ve been the end of it, but he wants to keep experimenting.
EDIT: a very experienced Alpha on the HU Discord named Master Hadrian added this important information:
Absolutely the right answer. There is NO safe way to do breath control, and the main danger isn’t, as most people assume, asphyxiation. That danger can be managed to some extent. The real danger is a heart attack—lack of oxygen caused your body to send erratic electrical signals to your heart, trying to get oxygen moving to your organs. If one of these random signals hits at the moment your heart should beat normally, the two signals can essentially cancel each other out and trigger ventricular fibrillation, which causes the heart to stop beating and just quiver in effectively—in laymen’s terms, you have a heart attack.
There are basically two types of heart attack. Atrial fibrillation is where you have chest pain, shortness of breath, etc—if you get treatment there’s a good chance you survive. Ventricular fibrillation is when you clutch your chest and drop dead. If a defibrillator is applied immediately, you’ve got maybe a 50% chance to surviving; if not survival rates can be as low as 2%. And you’ve only got a couple minutes to get defibrillated before it’s too late.
With garroting, there’s a host of other risks—damage to the windpipe, damage to the nerves in the neck, brain damage, damage to the spinal cord…
This ‘alpha’ is a fucking idiot
The answer needs to be the firmest possible “no”, and if he doesn’t accept that, then it needs to be “goodbye”. I don’t care if he’s Dr. Fucking Frankenstein and he reanimates dead people every single day – the answer needs to be NO.
Honestly, your refusal is as much a protection for HIM as it is for you. By refusing, you’re preventing him from any chance of becoming a murderer.
I cannot stress this enough. Your life is in danger. Take action immediately.
I already have something of an adversarial relationship with findom. I don’t like the laziness it engenders in faggots, and I don’t like the personal destruction of faggot lives from addiction to the scene.
Even more bothersome are the many findom accounts whose sole purpose seems to be a glorification of such faggot destruction. These cashmasters advertise themselves as sadistic manipulators who revel in the tears and zeroed bank accounts of desperate, poppered-up, findom-addicted faggots. I never understood how anyone could live life that way, regardless of how much money was involved.
Occasionally these sadistic cashmasters will finally snap under the weight of their own empty, shallow life course.
One of the more prominent cashmasters in that dark end of findom was @wealthdepleter, a gay cashmaster who goes by the name “Mr. J” who rejoiced over the destruction of faggot bank accounts and the desperation it caused them. I never liked his style, no did I care for his poor attitude when I DM’d him about issues faggots brought to my attention. He just seemed like a drag show version of some of the straight masters in the scene, a performance rather than something genuine.
But today, authenticity made a comeback! Cashmaster @wealthdepleter posted the following admission on his X account:
I’ll be honest
None of this sits right with my heart anymore.
I discovered findom 9 years ago, a time when I was heartbroken, closeted and desperate for money.
Being 19, having men throw hundreds, thousands of dollars at you, is exciting. What’s underneath it, isn’t. It’s two confused hearts that actually just want connection.
Whether it’s role play or not, whether it’s having a negative impact on a man’s life or not — sexualizing financial loss is a straight shot to poverty. Being behind a screen, it’s easy for my ego to brush it all off as if it’s not actually that bad or serious, or “who cares it’s consensual and they feel good doing it”.
All bullshit at the end of the day. I’m keeping men below their potential. And for me to be enabling that while they’re facing some sort of real life repercussion, be it severe or not, is a complete lack of morality.
I know folk will speculate on my sudden change of heart. It’s the least bit sudden. It’s been a dormant signal from my body I smothered for years for profit. I betrayed myself for years. It’s no coincidence I became an alcoholic shortly after my rise to “success”.
How could a heart that’s being directed to manipulate and lie to men about their self worth see connection?
It’s time to turn this page. Peace.
Such a magnificent, open-hearted statement of maturity and deep meditation! I loved reading those words from him, because between the lines any honest person can see the emptiness at the heart of findom. There is an ugly kind of hate one must have to be able to crush and demoralize another person simply to take their money from them. Can you hear that in his words?
I have come to understand and accept the hierarchical mechanisms at play in findom, but I have never been onboard with the methods and the degradation involved in it. Findom is ugly and needlessly destructive. It takes already-damaged people and punishes them until they’re left beyond hope. I can almost hear the cruel giggling of some of findom’s most notorious cashmasters, but that’s exactly the problem.
Thanks to findom, countless straight Alphas are being introduced to hierarchy. The smart ones eventually learn that findom is only one part of a larger and more meaningful aspect to their Alphahood.
Sadly, there are very few smart ones. The rest of them I wouldn’t pay a squirt of piss for.
I really hope the best for Mr. J. This bold first step can lead to a new outlook and exciting new directions to explore. Growth is always scary, but necessary.
But also, I hope his action will lead to others reforming how they conduct themselves, both cashmasters and faggots. There are things to learn about hierarchy through findom, but it should always be trending toward something positive, and I mean that on something more important than a bank balance.
A friend of the site named Nick sent me an email today with a link to a fascinating video about Male signaling and how it works within Hierarchy.
I loved it so much that I downloaded it and uploaded it here. It comes from a substack titled “Men Are Good”. The direct link can be found HERE.
So much of what he says is 100% accurate, and everything I’ve studied and preached about Male interaction within Hierarchy for my entire life, It’s always breathtaking to me to hear secular, “outside” scholars, sociologists, and sex therapists discuss Hierarchy in clean scientific terms!
Hierarchy is undeniable, folks. The more you fight it, the tighter its grip becomes!
My lifetime spent in service to Alphas has largely made the possibility of being in love an impossibility. I’ve certainly been in love with a couple of my Masters, straight Alphas who could never fully return my love. And I’ve had people in love with me, mostly girls to whom I could never return affection.
Thirty years of service to Men have passed since my heart first opened like a hopeful flower in my foolish youth. They have been years filled with the wonders of discovery, of purpose and discipline. Yet they remain like cold stone sculptures in the statuary garden of my life.
But occasionally my subconscious allows a sunrise of a dream of love to warm the concrete and grow the smothering ivy choking it.
A dream of being in love, it happened last night. I want to share it with you.
I was a proper English lad in the early 20th century, maybe between the World Wars. Like all proper boys of that time, I was dapper in my crisp white shirt, black tie, and black wool slacks.
Matching me almost exactly in dress was my Alpha, William. Ah, William! He of the chiseled jaw, the confident smile, the jet black hair slicked back, his sharp, dark eyes peering like an animal from beneath his low, shadowy brow.
We were on the third floor of a cavernous English mansion, seemingly alone and safe. William sat confidently on a tall bannister that stood guard against a precipitous drop to the ballroom floor below. And I was between his legs, my head in his lap.
His large, heavy hand gently stroked my head. I’d never felt such a breathless peace before. It was like being a boy at home, wrapped in a favorite blanket while held by Mom … except there was a sort of electrical excitement quivering beneath the surface. The whole world felt alive in that moment, simultaneously infinite and intimate, and endlessly possible.
William began humming, just random notes I think, but in them I heard a song.
Excitement overwhelmed me and I popped up with a huge, child-like grin, and kissed his surprised face right on his cheek. I began spinning in a dance across the dark hardwood floor, singing the lyrics to William’s tune as they arose from my heart.
With our love in bloom,
I’m singing a tune,
That could lead careless lovers off a cliff,
And if that bloom had a scent,
Of poisoned intent,
You’ll forgive me for taking a whiff.
My dance took to a third-floor balcony overlooking a stately garden courtyard. Encircling the rear of the house were a series of closely-arranged marble columns three stories high.
In my pure, fearless joy I leaped from the balcony to land precisely on the top of the nearest column. As William protested, I jumped again to the next column, except this one was covered in vines and topped with moss. I slipped slightly, and I nearly plunged to my death.
I lowered myself and laid on my stomach on top of the column, fear gripping me as I breathlessly gazed at the concrete below.
“Are you alright?” asked William. He had leaped right to me and was standing over me. I looked up and saw his shiny black dress shoe near my face.
My William is here to rescue me! Foolish me! I thought. I instantly felt completely safe … and completely ashamed.
I carefully crawled on my belly until I could properly reach his feet, and then I tenderly kissed his shoe with all of the gratitude I could express.
“Good boy,” said William. “Good boy.”
And then I woke up.
I’m not sure why I felt the need to share this with you all. Partly it’s for the sake of my own memory, since I don’t want to lose William’s nonexistent love.
But maybe I want to share it as a kind of warning. Being a faggot and living it properly can sometimes be like trying to find the treat in a maze that has no treats and all dead ends.
That sounds more hopeless than I intended, but it’s true. We are born to a life of service to Alphas who can love us like a favorite dog (which is itself a powerful love), but it’s not like being in love.
Our Masters will most likely never be in love with us. We were born disposable, stamped with an invisible sell-by date. Every dismissal, every passing year, every new wrinkle … they all add to the weight of that eventual reality.
I’m proud to be a faggot. I’m not sad about the purpose selected for me, nor regret my enthusiastic fulfillment of that purpose.
But aside from Baby Boy, I’ve never known truly reciprocal love in my adult life.
Except when my mind, in a flash of merciful sunlight, allows me a moment to dance in it.
Ask any Alpha who has taken a fggot’s virginity, and they’ll tell you this is the hottest sound. The high-pitched screaming. The struggle. They’ll also say that they never stop fucking it, because this must happen. This is why it was born. To be taken by a Man. Its PURPOSE.
An Alpha MUST pump his seed into his owned property. Women or faggots, it makes no difference. They can scream and cry all they want, but this is nature’s way. A Man takes what he wants this way and makes it HIS by marking it forever with his seed!
There have been some incredible milestones achieved during this decades-long online push to reestablish the truth of Hierarchy and educate the public at large about true purpose within it. Much of the movement really took root in the once-fertile soil of Tumblr. In those early heydays of Tumblr great cashmasters arose like @serveelrey or @nycalpha to truly define modern findom. There were astounding porn Masters like @throatitboy and @teninchtop leading by example. And there were electrifying Alpha and faggot teachers of Hierarchy, like @HungBull and @FagMaster.
And I was there, too. I quickly built my own wide lane in the hierarchical superhighway with @FagsWorshipAlphas.
But I’m not exaggerating when I say that all of that wealth of knowledge – endless terabytes of wisdom, true stories, and examples – paled in comparison to the granddaddy of all hierarchical sites: @str8guy4fags2serve.
The site lasted only seven-ish months, but its impact on hierarchical understanding and the natural laws governing it is incalculable.
It was written in 2013 by a then-22-year-old straight God Alpha named Jake. Master Jake began the site to discuss how he learned the purpose of faggots when he was a minor in high school while being cruised at his baseball games by an older faggot named Walter.
Over the course of a few months Master Jake explained his views on various aspects of faggot ownership and use, including chastity and findom. He also discussed several of his current and former faggot properties.
But most incredible of all was Master Jake’s acquisition and training of a wealthy faggot he named “rich”, ending the blog with him taking complete control of fag rich’s $40 million dollar estate while turning rich into an object.
The site was simply a treasure chest of truth, and I refused to let it be destroyed by Tumblr’s new PC regime. So around 2019 I embarked on an intensive mission to transfer each post into a new thread so it could be preserved. I considered it to be an humbling honor to safeguard this God Alpha’s wisdom for future generations.
But FWA was lost during my incarceration, of course, and that archive of Master Jake’s writings were lost as well.
However, I have good news. I was able to rebuild the thread from the archives of the Wayback Machine!
This was a painstaking process, but it was a labor of deep love and respect for this young God Alpha’s sacred hierarchical texts. I consider part of my purpose as a faggot is to use whatever gifts I have to teach and encourage others. I want to be the steward and guardian of these historic documents.
I think every Alpha and faggot should read the entire thread as part of the curriculum of Hierarchy University. You WILL find stuff within Master Jake’s posts that will blow your mind, but also reinforce truth.
I offer this freely to everyone everywhere as my personal gift.
