I am a self-locked faggot, and my best friend is a mostly straight, happily married man. Our hangouts usually consist of us playing video games online or me and his wife watching him play video games at his house. His wife meets his sexual needs, so I am looking for non-sexual ways that I can serve him as a faggot to respect and elevate his manhood, and hopefully slowly create a dynamic where he sees and treats me like the inferior faggot I am, who is there to serve him as a man.
My faggot bottom-brain isn’t good at coming up with ideas and making decisions on its own. I need direction and ideas to fix the dynamic in my friendship so I am on the bottom where I belong and can be of more use to my friend.
Best, Alex
Thanks for writing Alex!
First of all, I’m wondering about that “mostly straight” line you used to describe your best friend. Is there something you know about him that I need to know? Did you two fool around at some point in the past?
Having a straight (and married) Alpha friend is tough, because your opportunities are severely limited. In addition, you risk losing the friendship by pushing too hard to serve him, or if you do serve him and he feels funny about it afterward.
Does your friend know about your chastity? Would he be willing to be your keyholder? Have you ever discussed your faghood with him? I ask these questions because in many cases straight Men find chastity faggots very interesting (and in some cases, a turn-on). I liken a faggot in chastity like a green stoplight, giving the Alpha the permission to do lots of things he might not ordinarily do. In any event, if your friend doesn’t know about your faghood, he should be told. Use the resources on this site to help explain things.
Other than that, find simple ways to serve. Buy him things he likes. Maybe offer him foot massages. If you can afford it, send him and his wife on a vacation. Become USEFUL to him.
I came across this site doing some research. So let me tell you my story
After my brothers left for university my parents took in two hokey players for the local club to bore them as they was not close to their home. I contacted to help mom with the jobs around the house doing loundry and food prep for our new borders. Things changed for me when my parents went away on a holiday leave me alone at home with the lads. After a few days they started calling me faggot. Then one night the lads were watching TV in the recroom. To cut a long story short I ended up giving them both a foot massage and they rubbed their feet in my face and said do you like that faggot I had a cum hands free when this was happening and they noticed. Does this mean that I am a faggot. After my parents got home things have gotten back to normal but I’m worried about what might happen next time we are left alone in the house.
James
Thank you for your question! I understand why you’re nervous!
The short answer is this: YES, you are a faggot. At least, you are a faggot to these young straight Alphas.
I believe these Alphas noticed that you are a faggot in hiding (and probably talked with each other about it in private) and decided to force you to accept your place in service to them.
This is completely Hierarchical and natural. They accept what you are and want you to submit and serve them. And I can guarantee that the next chance they get, they will use you again … possibly with even more intense acts of service. You very well could end up sucking these Alphas off before too long. Be ready for anything.
In the meantime, I think you should start meditating on what this experience teaches you about your true place in Hierarchy and what you’re meant to do. Clearly superior young Alphas feel your place is to serve at the feet of Men. Clearly, you do as well given the fact that you did it.
It’s nothing to be scared of. Follow your instincts and what they teach you about yourself!
faggots are obviously the servants and slaves to Alphas who they love and are totally devoted to. But can some Alphas love faggots? Back in the say when a wife was her Husband’s property she also served Him but He still loved her for who she is and her place in His household. Of course an Alpha could love a faggot the way a Man loves a dog, but for bi and gay Alphas at least, could They love us? Some of Them seem to want to have both egalitarian romantic relationships with women or other Superiors and only own faggots as slaves, but maybe some Alphas need hierarchy to be a part of all of Their relationships including the loving ones. Is that not possible?
Brother, your question made me somewhat sad, because it sounds so hopeless. I hate for any faggot brother of mine to feel that way.
I would hope that my nine years teaching Hierarchy (and especially, my careful reporting of true Hierarchical stories) would have dispelled the idea that Alphas cannot love their faggots. My previous site, FWA, oversaw four marriages between Alphas and faggots, including two straight Alphas! Additionally, there were many other examples of Alphas loving their faggots. Master Matt’s love of his four faggots … Master Jin’s love of Chin … Master Lorenzo’s deep love for his faggot Gio … Master Con’s love for fag Nick … literally, my work has been filled with terrific and inspiring examples of Alphas loving their faggots.
I can also tell you that I’ve been loved (and continue to be loved) by multiple Masters.
Of course, there are plenty of awful and immature/insecure Alphas out there who can only abuse fags. These Destroyer Alphas don’t know how to love anything properly, let alone a faggot. Sadly, too many faggots gravitate toward these types of Alphas because they mistakenly think that’s how true Alphas are supposed to behave.
Just know that there are truly great Alphas with huge hearts who can appreciate the submission and devotion of true faggots. They’re out there … so go serve them!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The bravado and fearlessness of young Alphas is breathtaking. At that age they experience a constant rush of testosterone and adrenaline, and that causes them to express dominance in bold, surprising ways. Now, when they do that with other Alphas, it leads to fights. But when they express their dominance with submissive personalities, they typically get everything they want.
I have repeatedly experienced such bursts of young Alpha dominance, which is why I have had such success in advising others on how to approach the young Alphas in their lives. Alpha behavior is predictable, mainly because of the constant needs of young Alphas I mentioned above.
A week ago I received an email from a faggot from France named Fabien. He had an interesting situation rapidly developing in his personal life:
I’ve recently discover your site while I was searching something to help me think about my situation. I am reluctantly processing that I must be what you call a beta or a faggot (gasp!) but I am quite anxious about it.
A few words to introduce me. I’m from France, I’m thirty years old and an executive in a small marketing firm. I have always lived as a straight man, as I used to like and fuck girls regularly. Most of the time, in my professional and daily life, I am a rather assertive man and in positions of leadership. But also, I must confess, I have always been quite aroused by some few males who I saw as better than me, and always liked doing things for them and earn their appreciation. I never really explored that side of myself until recently.
To lighten my rent and have a bit of company, for the last six months I’ve been sharing my flat with a roommate in his early twenties, named Anthony, a student at a top university. To give you an idea: he looks A LOT like Tom Holland, including on the muscular front. Furthermore, he is very confident, cocky, smart and funny, and for what I know, loved by everyone around him. So, as you can well imagine, I am very humbled and very impressed by him. I pride myself to be a clever, rational man, but I feel like I’m turning into a fangirl for him.
Since he’s been here with me, I couldn’t help but be more and more agreeable to him, offering to cook for him, do his laundry, his share of the housework, and so on. Also, I haven’t been too insistent about asking him to pay his share of the rent. Several times in recent weeks, when he had a tedious academic homework to do, I offered to do it for him so he could enjoy himself. Each time, of course, as he’s a serious and bright student, he checked afterwards, but he was always satisfied with my work and it saved him a lot of time.
Over the last fortnight or so, when we’re both watching TV, he’s got into the habit of lying down on the sofa and resting his socked feet on my lap. Almost instinctively, without really paying attention, I’ve started rubbing them every time he does that. Last Friday, after returning from Christmas celebrations with his family, when we were in this situation again, he got up to sit facing the TV. So I stopped the massage, but he turned to me and said sternly “Hey, I didn’t tell you to stop!”. I rushed to my knees on the floor and said ‘Oh, sorry, excuse me” and started massaging his feet again. He smiled smugly and said “That’s more like it”.
I believe that, at this point, things are pretty clear, right? But I’m still nervous and unsure of what to do next. Should I go ahead and blatantly tell him that I am his bitch to use as he wants? Should I just keep going and see what he will do next? I know I sound pathetic but it’s really so new to me, I feel so confused. Can you please reassure me in any way?
Instantly I realized that this Alpha, Anthony, had already identified Fabien as a faggot. Not only that, but Anthony was also using his natural dominance to force Fabien to accept his place as a faggot so that he can take ownership of him.
Fabien was desperate to know what to do, so I advised him to really start submitting to Anthony and work up to kneeling and admitting to Anthony that he’s a faggot. I felt like I was overshooting, but Anthony felt particularly aggressive to me and I had a feeling a big confession would work with him.
But before my advice could even be implemented, Fabien wrote back with an update:
Thanks for your insight. I must admit I’m still processing things. Thinking of it arouses me and scares me at the same time.
Even today, while I’m working from home, Anthony (that’s his name, I quickly mentioned it in my mail! ^^) kept asserting his authority. This morning, he came out of the bathroom in his boxers. He stopped in front of a mirror in the shared living room and began casually stretching and flexing. I was peeking at him, mesmerized, and he suddenly said, “Hey, you know what, I could really use an upper back massage!” I impulsively went behind him, put my hands on his shoulders and massaged his back with my thumbs for a few minutes. He closed his eyes and moaned. At the end, he said, “Good job! You’re doing great, man!” and I answered “thanks” while he went in his room.
Later, at noon, as he stopped by the flat to grab a sandwich I made for him, just as he was about to leave, he pointed to his sneakers and said, “Hey, my laces are untied”. Without even thinking, I put one knee down to tie them for him. He just replied “Nice one. Have dinner ready by 8 p.m. Enjoy your afternoon, bye!” and left.
As I am writing to you, I am just realizing something: he never says “please” or “thank you”! He says what he wants, gets it from me, and expresses his satisfaction, but never says “please” or “thank you”! What’s more, I was actually the one to thank him for massaging his back!
I’m in the middle of a turmoil. I cannot deny the obvious, and yet I’m anxious as hell to take any step further. But I’ll think carefully about your advice, I promise.
So now it was apparent that something big was happening with Anthony. He wanted something from his roommate/faggot Fabien. I warned Fabien to prepare himself because Anthony was going to make a bold move of some kind.
Then it happened:
I am a coward. I did not follow your advice the other day. After dinner, I simply sat down on the ground, at Anthony’s feet, while we were watching TV. But things have gone crazy since then.
Yesterday morning, as Anthony walked around in the living room in his boxers, he pointed to a stain on the floor that I should clean. I knelt on the floor to do it, while he looked at me. And when he said “Well done”, without even thinking, instinctively, I bent down to kiss his feet! When I hesitantly looked up, he didn’t look surprised at all, but was instead grinning from ear to ear. He ran his hand through my hair and said “good boy” then went to his room. I was blushing with embarrassment.
I spent the day out, but on that evening, as I came in, he was on the couch, he told me he wanted me to drive him tomorrow for the day to buddies of his, some miles away.
I’m trying to accurately reproduce the discussion we had then. But I’m shaking furiously just thinking about it.
“So you just assume I’m going to cancel my plans to drive you there and back?”
“Yes, you are” he said with a cocky grin.
“You take me for granted, do you?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” he said with a shrug. “I’m used to get whatever I want. People are always bending over backwards to please my every whim. I’m just that great! Isn’t it why you kissed my feet this morning?”
I blushed. I was both very excited and very irritated. I replied: “And so you think you’re entitled to everything?”
“I know I am. Some men are just better. Look!”
Then, he put his foot on the corner of the coffee table. He snapped his fingers, pointing to his black leather boot, and calmly said: “Lick the bottom of my boot”.
“Why would I do this?”
“Because it pleases me.” he just said, leaning back with his hands behind his head.
I thought for a second I was going to shout at him, but I spontaneously knelt down and did what I was told. I licked the dirt off the sole of his boot. Anthony was smiling so smugly! My heart was thundering!
He straightened up and leaned towards me and said: “So, what are you doing tomorrow, boy?” I paused for a moment, and I replied: “I’m driving you wherever you want to go, Sir.” “That’s more like it. That’s a good boy” he said.
Then, I remembered your words, and I added: “Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Sir. Thank you for helping me to understand I’m born to serve a superior Man like you, Sir.”
He beamed more than ever and just said: “I knew I would eventually break you.”
And by the way: I’m writing this e-mail while waiting for him in the car while he’s having fun with his friends, ready to take them somewhere else if need be.
Anyway. I couldn’t escape my destiny. I’m a bit scared, but so be it.
BRAVO!
This is such an astounding moment, one that crystalizes the natural dynamic between a straight Alpha and a faggot who both accept their roles. Anthony is such a pure example of young Alphahood, full of cocky self-confidence. But it’s Fabien who really impressed me. Despite his own embarrassment and frustration about his submissiveness, he followed the lead of his faggot instincts and surrendered to Anthony’s power. If more faggots followed these instincts (rather than hide behind false masculinity), so many more would find purpose in more meaningful ways!
There’s more to this rapidly-developing story, but I wanted to start here with Anthony’s ascension and Fabien’s submission. It’s a near-perfect beginning!
Few phrases uttered by Alphas cause such intense feelings of submission and devotion in faggots like simply saying “Good Boy”. Why is this?
The phrase is commonly used by pet owners as a way to reward/encourage good behaviors in their animals. You rub the head of your dog and say “good boy!” and the dog’s tail wags excitedly because it knows it pleased its Master.
The illustration is appropriate. Faggots are very much like dogs to Alphas.
Whenever an Alpha assigns a faggot a task, it is like an Owner demanding that his dog “sit” or “stay” or “heel”. And like any dog Owner, an Alpha expects his faggot to obey. When the faggot does obey or even exceeds expectations, it’s appropriate to tell the faggot “good boy”. This reinforces good behavior while simultaneously diminishing the faggot and relegating it to a status like a kept animal.
It’s important to reinforce a faggot’s inferior state. If a faggot isn’t constantly reminded of its inferiority, then it eventually loses focus and begins to resist training. Telling a faggot “good boy” is an affectionate, encouraging way to reinforce its inferiority.
Any Alphas I’ve ever interviewed have always told me the same thing, that telling their faggots “good boy” makes their faggots serve with much more enthusiasm and dedication. They see their faggots light up when they’re called by that phrase.
Of course, an Alpha can get the same effect on a faggot by saying “good faggot”, but “good boy” has an additional layer of affection that endears an Alpha to his faggot, bonding them in a more personal way. Some Alphas may not want a close relationship of that type with their faggots, so I’d recommend that they steer clear of saying “good boy” to them.
But to the Alphas who would like a stronger emotional hold on their faggots, the term “good boy” is the best of both worlds; it properly diminishes the faggot while rewarding it with attention.
Just like a pet dog.
(By the way, I made the graphic above and put it on a tee-shirt. It would look good on a lot of good faggots out there! You can check it out and buy it by CLICKING HERE!)
Years ago on my old site FWA I wrote a fairly legendary defense of my prolific use of the word “faggot”. That article came as an angry response after I’d had something like 13 Twitter accounts and at least seven Tumblr accounts banned simply for my use of the term.
Since then, the world has become even more stridently PC. Everybody takes offense at everything, typically without understanding the reasons why someone might be using a term that someone else might label as “offensive”.
“Faggot” is near the top of such a list of offensive words despite it having a longstanding context rich with Hierarchical meaning.
Since at least the late 1800’s the term “faggot” has been used to describe submissive slave males. Books of that period like “Harry Blount” liberally used the term to describe the male slaves of young straight males. This led to the common 20th century use of the word as a derogatory slur steeped in homophobia.
But thanks to the internet the term “faggot” has been restored to its proper place in Hierarchical language. It is now understood to represent submissive males whose sole function is to serve the needs of superior Men and Alphas.
In the first century these faggots were commonly called “eunuchs” because they were sexless, inferior/failed males who lived to serve. Jesus mentioned this at Matthew 19:12 when he said: “For there are eunuchs who were born that way, and there are eunuchs who were made eunuchs by men, and there are eunuchs who have made themselves eunuchs on account of the Kingdom of the heavens.”
Because of its rich, longstanding meaning in the English language, the term “faggot” has taken on a power that can change lives. There are no other words that can force a male to submit like the word “faggot”. It acts like a command in hypnosis, triggering certain submissive males to instantly obey the Alpha using it.
To understand this, all we need to do is imagine someone calling us various slang words for weak or inferior. For instance, we might get rattled if someone called us “pussy” or “bitch”. But if someone calls us a “faggot”, they’re making specific claims about our very nature. This deeper meaning is understood by everyone.
When this term “faggot” is embraced by those actual slave males among us, dramatic, life-changing effects are realized. Now labeled correctly, the faggot often has an epiphany that is accompanied by great joy and relief.
I quite famously participated in an event with a gay Alpha Master named Master A on a live Twitter Space in 2022 that demonstrated the absolute power of the word “faggot”. In that session Master A and I managed to get 88 sub males to admit to the live group that they are faggots. Several of these newly-outed faggots were thrilled to be able to say that for the first time. However, many others broke down in tears and deep sobbing because the emotional weight lifted from them at the moment overwhelmed them.
Now imagine the effect an Alpha Master has when he calls his submissive properties “faggot”. The word creates an instant and massive Hierarchical divide between the Master and his slave that cannot be denied or forgotten. I can tell you from personal experience that an Alpha calling me faggot causes me to immediately shrink and submit. Any experienced faggot knows what I’m saying is true.
That is why I’m so defiantly using the term “faggot” today. There is simply no other word that more accurately captures who I am and my function within Hierarchy. I don’t shrink back from its use, not in the face of the keyboard warriors online or in my everyday life. I am a faggot, born with a commission to serve our greatest Men. To hide from that feels exactly like what it is: a betrayal of natural order.
I’ll give you an example from my recent incarceration episode. When I was being booked, I was handcuffed in a police station holding area. As I was waiting there, an officer walked into the room and started loudly telling another officer about “this faggot” who was doing something wrong. The second time the officer said “faggot” I yelled out: “Please stop using the word faggot like that!”
The officer looked at me, startled. Then she said, “Why…are you one?”
And I stared back at her and replied, “Yes.”
She walked away.
I am not ever backing down from using the word “faggot”. It has changed my entire understanding of my life, and it has helped countless others in their search for purpose. It is a word of tremendous power, both good and bad.
Here is my Hierarchy Series video titled “What Is A Faggot?”. Enjoy!
The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When an Alpha claims a faggot and starts using it, so many changes take place between both the Alpha and the faggot. For the Alpha, his power vastly increases and his new view of the world (through the lens of Hierarchy) makes all things possible. For the faggot, it humbles itself and understands the benefits of serving selflessly. For both, there comes a seismic shift in consciousness as each one comprehends the natural power of Hierarchy across their life and how it connects them to a much larger social structure.
For new faggots, this shift in consciousness is truly profound. Some of that is due to the fact that the faggot must surrender whatever masculinity and autonomy it thought it had. But there is also a need for a faggot to embrace that word “FAGGOT” as an identifier. I’ve written many times about the psychological importance of the word “faggot” and how accepting it helps a faggot deepen its appreciation of its purpose. I’ve done social experiments with faggots online, coaxing them to admit to a group of strangers that they are a faggot, which led to some breaking down in tears of joy. Why the extreme reaction? Because most faggots live in a twilight world of lies and self-deception, and it’s only when they openly admit that they are faggots that those lies are lifted away and there is an exhilaration of newly-felt freedom. They realize it’s okay to be a faggot, that they have purpose as a faggot. Hierarchically-speaking, faggots are just as natural as Alphas.
In my previous post about Master Kenzo breeding his faggot Kevin, I quoted Kevin as saying the following: “Having His godly seed within me make me feel a better man.“ When he said that in our conversation, I originally let it go and kept talking to him about the experience of being bred by Master Kenzo.
But anyone who knows me knows I don’t miss those little moments to teach truth. So after a while, I circled back to it. I quoted the line above and responded thusly:
“You are not a Man. You’re a faggot owned by a Man.”
At this point I’d never heard Kevin refer to himself as a faggot. He always characterized his service to Master Kenzo as something a friend would do for another friend he loves. But that is NOT what is really happening between Master Kenzo and Kevin, and I just couldn’t let Kevin go on living a lie.
Kevin continued to deflect: “You’re right of course, forgive me. I meant that having His godly seed within me made me closer to be a man than I could ever be.”
Wrong again! So I became even more specific: “But Men don’t have the cum of other Men inside them. His breeding of you is replacing your DNA with his. His cum is replacing your thoughts with thoughts of him. You are his property now.”
Kevin somewhat conceded my point: “Yes I am. Thanks for putting things so clearly!”
And then Kevin started asking me questions about cunting and what that entails. I was afraid Kevin still didn’t understand my point about being a faggot.
Then, out of nowhere, Kevin broke the conversation with this: “Sam, I think I’m truly processing some things only just now. I am not just a beta male who happens to submit to his superior young best friend. I. Am. A. Faggot.”
“I AM A FAGGOT.”
“I am Kenzo’s slave! I AM MASTER KENZO’S SLAVE!”
And then, after a pause, Kevin added: “Oh Sam my brother, that is so liberating!”
With acceptance comes a deeper understanding of our larger role within the tapestry of Hierarchy, roles we fulfill whether we are aware of it at the time or not. With Kevin finally embracing the term “faggot” and understanding how it perfectly describes what he is to Master Kenzo, he began to see everything differently: “Sam I’m starting to think that it’s not a coincidence that I met Kenzo when He was a little boy and that I mentored Him all his life. I feel like I was destined to be His slave, to be the Awakener of a God. For so long I thought I was like an older brother to Him, but I was actually the servile preceptor of a young God! I feel so privileged!”
Then Kevin boiled down his new understanding of purpose through the use of the word “faggot”: “My very existence is to be His slave. My life has no other meaning than serving Him.”
Like I said earlier in this post, faggots who confront and embrace the word “faggot” and its meaning tend to have overwhelming feelings of joy mixed with fear. The word is so specific and so true that it cuts through all of the lies and misconceptions and perfectly distills purpose. Once a faggot is cornered by the power of the word “faggot” and forced to confront it, there is no turning back.
And that’s exactly what happened with Kevin during our conversation. He concluded this way: “Oh dear sam I’m overwhelmed with emotion! I’m almost shaking! My heart is so full of adoration for Him I think it’s going to explode!”
This is the exact right response!
I hope you can see from this dialogue how faggots subtly mislead themselves, and the result when a faggot accepts the label of “faggot” and all that entails. I’m so proud of my brother Kevin for going through this process with me, as well as Master Kenzo for using Kevin in such a way that he was able to accept his purpose!
Hierarchy is more than simply an explanation of sociological or sexual preferences. It is a pathway that each of us travels to understand ourselves and our purpose. Embracing our own truth gives meaning and direction to our lives!
Today it was Kevin’s turn to accept what he is. Tomorrow, will it be you?
I’ve been following you for a long time ever since one of my first ever doms told me to start listening to your podcast. I’m M 25 I’ve known I’ve been submissive for a while now but I’ve always been too scared to really move forward with it. Recently I started talking to a Master and he basically told me he was going to own me. He already had a stable of both fags and women that he uses at his pleasure. I stepped away from him twice now communicating that I wasn’t ready to move forward with an actual owner but he was fun to talk to and I was captivated by his personality. Most recently I found him again on an app and we started talking again but this time he said I wasn’t running he took all of my info and now has complete control if I don’t do what he says my friends and family will get videos of me debasing myself for my Master. Do I just accept that I’m now owned. I’ve always dreamed about having a dom boyfriend but nothing like having an owner with a stable. I’m a little scared and need some advice.
Shay
Thanks, brother.
You know, I found it a little weird that you didn’t include the fact that your Master is a black Alpha. Had you not put it in the title, I wouldn’t have known. I believe it does make something of a difference in how I’d answer, and I’ll explain why.
I’ve served a lot of black Alphas, and they really fall cleanly into two camps: (1) the Alphas who are just looking for momentary holes to use, and (2) overwhelmingly dominant Alphas who are extremely possessive and dominant. In my experience, the black Masters simply will not take “no” for an answer and will have their way regardless of situations or protests. That’s your Master. I’d take his threats seriously.
I can’t tell you how disappointed I am in your Master. Sadly, he doesn’t realize how weak these threats make him look. A truly powerful Man worthy of worship and service DRAWS people to himself naturally and they gladly submit. Forcing you to serve him under the threat of him ruining your life is pretty pathetic. I hope he rethinks such a stupid and inferior course.
But I must add this caveat: No matter how much I disagree with your Master’s threats, you brought on his stern, controlling nature with your immature game-playing. I see this shit from faggots all the time in findom, and I’ve had plenty of Alphas in that scene complain to me about it. Maybe this will teach you that, if you keep tapping a shark on the nose, it’s eventually going to turn and bite you in half!
Your only way out of this is to leave him and let him try to contact people and embarrass you. That will be uncomfortable, but the people in your life worth keeping will forgive you and move on. Trust me, they will.
But before making that choice, it might be worth it to try serving him. Find out what it’s like to live as the owned faggot of an experienced Master. This is your chance. I understand why you’re nervous, brother. It’s a huge step. But like most steps, they produce FORWARD MOMENTUM.
And you’re a faggot who needs that more than anything right now.
I’m an older married to a woman submissive fag. I am addicted to alpha men and also to some degree to exposure among that group of men. Sometimes when I share my photos at some point there becomes an issue or a demand for money or I will be exposed. This has happened to me at least five times over the last few years. I’ve never actually paid but it does create great anxiety. This has happened on X and Kik and Reddit and on Grindr. What are your thoughts on this? Do I need to just stop what I’m doing and stay off the internet since I have this addiction?
Sorry for what I’m about to say to you, but I have no sympathy for your situation. Your cowardice has forced an innocent woman to live a lie. And instead of making things right by divorcing her, you instead decide to engage in clandestine and frankly dangerous rendezvous with strangers behind her back. And even worse, you’re getting involved in being EXTORTED, which will have a massively negative impact on her.
It’s rare that I get a faggot as stupid and as selfish as you on this blog, and I’m glad. You should be utterly ashamed of yourself, and I am not telling you that so you can get off on it like some embarrassing sicko.
I’m too disgusted by this situation. Do the right thing for ONCE and divorce this poor woman. Then you can go off into the darkness and destroy your life by yourself. Awful.
As I’ve said elsewhere, I was basically gay from birth. By the sixth grade, I had developed a crush on a boy named George (although I didn’t know what it meant at the time), and middle school/high school attractions to boys in class (Bob, I still miss you and your bulge in those tight pants!) further refined my obvious sexual orientation.
However, like most closeted gay youths, I was compelled to date girls in order to fit in with the budding heterosexual attractions of my closest friends. So, like a coward, I started dating girls.
My first few relationships were fulfilling in some way. Despite a general lack of attraction to their bodies, I was more than capable of performing sexually. Some of that probably had to do with the newness of sex in general, as well as the virulent hormones coursing through me at that age. Around that time I also discovered – much to my surprise – that I really loved boobs. For that period of time I was just like every other guy, dating a girl for a while in order to get some pussy before moving to the next one.
Of course, it was all a lie. I knew every kiss was a lie. I knew every thrust of my penis into a vagina was a lie. I knew every “I love you” was a lie. In the moment, it felt real to me; wet lips, warm bodies tangled, heavy sighs, and powerful, head-spinning orgasms. But in my quiet moments alone, a gnawing guilt remained.
When I met my first Alpha Roger at age 17 I was dating a sweet, petite brunette named Lori. Unlike my previous girlfriends, Lori was a virgin. Lori spent months trying to convince me to take her virginity, but I kept resisting. We would lie in the grass of my backyard on breezy summer nights, Lori’s hips gyrating her tight pussy on my finger as if she wanted me to insert my entire arm. I would always stop these heavy petting sessions, leaving Lori breathless and confused. It was a frustrating time for both of us.
Once Roger entered my life, though, my inner truth became crystal clear. I suddenly became Lori, desperately trying to get Roger to deflower me. I knew right then that I needed to break it off with Lori; I couldn’t concentrate on anything else but Roger anymore. The end came a few months later when I didn’t give Lori anything for Valentine’s Day. Rightfully upset, Lori tearfully begged for a reason why I didn’t love her the way she loved me.
“I … just don’t,” I replied. The response was cold and cruel in that special way only selfish teenaged boys can master. And that mercifully ended my last relationship with a female.
Not long after that, Roger slid his enormous, granite-hard cock into my throat. I remember the feeling of his solid, swollen cock-head on my tongue, the salty taste of his foreskin, the firmness of his hands in my hair, and the look of disgusted lust in his eyes as he looked down on me. That first taste of a Man’s cock erased everything I imagined about my life before and reshaped it into something new.
However, I still hadn’t accepted the complete truth about myself. Even then, as Roger was using me as a human tube sock, I still believed that I could be loved. I would construct elaborate fantasies about being Roger’s lover, perhaps getting married somehow and building a life together. Every time he would throat fuck me I would try to make it terrific for him in the hope that he might finally leave his girlfriend for me.
It never happened. I found myself in love with him, flying into jealous, tearful rages and begging for a love that would never come. Eventually, my love-fueled hysterics ended our friendship.
All of these tragic, emotionally-devastating situations occurred only because I couldn’t be honest. I couldn’t accept the truth about myself. I once truly believed that I could be a straight Man, husband, and father. Then I believed I could be a gay Man, a partner, an equal in a committed relationship.
But, as time has passed, I’ve slowly accepted the truth: I am a faggot. I was not born to honor a wife or help raise children. I was not born to be the partner to a Man, the one who makes him smile every morning. I was not born to be loved or cherished or appreciated the way a spouse yearns for their mate or a child might look at a parent.
Instead, I was born to serve. I was born to serve Men. My holes are theirs to use. The works of my hands are theirs to take. My mind is theirs to plunder. My body, mind, and heart exist only to glorify their Masculine superiority.
Men have instinctively known this truth about me my entire life. Ever since Roger first pushed me to my knees in order to receive service, Men have been using me to get what they want. Deep down, they know that I’m nothing but a faggot born to serve them.
I just needed to understand it about myself before I could actually be free.
Hello Sam A few days ago my boy sent you a message complaining about how it hurts when I fuck him. He showed me your website and your answer to his question. You are doing an excellent work, well done. I’ve been fucking faggots for a decade and I’ve never heard about your work. Keep up the good work.
I’m writing to you because I imagine many fags read your website and I want to say that he is fine. Although I believe that it is important for a faggot to endure some pain to make sure they don’t forget their place, I would never hurt him or any other boy on purpose. In fact, after he wrote to you he was honest with me about how he felt and I’m much more careful now. I did not know my dick was hurting him so bad. But now I got him three different dildos for him to practice more often, and he’s much better now. I am exploring more his throat to let his ass recover.
So Men, take care of your boys! Boys, be honest with your Men!
Master, thank you for reaching out to me with this glorious and inspired message! I also thank you for your kind words and your blessing on what I’m doing here!
I must tell you that your faggot’s letter really touched me. I wanted to reach through the internet and hold him. He seemed so genuinely disappointed and sad, not only because of the discomfort, but also because seemed resigned to never being able to please you properly. The greatest faggots always have that selflessness at the core of their being, and yours has that in abundance.
Of course, an Alpha like you who has owned and used faggots for as long as you have already knows this. I just had to make that point first, Master.
I celebrate you and your response to this situation because I want other Alpha Masters to appreciate it and consider your actions thoughtfully. Ask any faggot who has actually served Alphas, and you will hear lots of horror stories of terrible, cruel, and unconscionable Masters who practically torture their faggots. And these faggots suffer the cruelty because of the same mindset that your faggot had – that pain is all a faggot deserves.
I smiled when you even admitted that pain is an important component of owning faggots, Master. I can tell by the way you phrased it that you know HOW strategic application of pain is useful in molding a proper faggot mindset. I wouldn’t have the kind of respect I have for Alpha power today if I hadn’t learned to endure Alpha ruts, Alpha discipline, and large Alpha cocks. I learned these things from the great Masters who’ve owned me over the years, Men very much like you.
So I now know my little faggot brother is in the best hands. Through your power, wisdom, and skill your faggot will find purpose and pleasure, fulfillment and peace. I thank you, Master, for reaching out and setting such a fine example!
I beg you, Master: please write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com. I would very much like to add your voice to the wide roster of great Alpha voices on this site, not only to instruct your brother Alphas, but also to give hope to the lost faggots who come here searching for hope.
A couple of days ago a faggot who was contemplating chastity asked me about what it was like day-to-day while wearing a chastity cage. I felt that such a subject was worthy of a larger and more developed post, especially given how much I’ve been preaching the use of chastity on faggots.
I’ve never been caged by a Master before (I self-locked in 2001), but the faggots I’ve coached through being caged by an Alpha went through a broad range of emotions. There’s a first rush of humility and gratitude, mixed with anxiety. Over the course of a couple of weeks, anxiety increases, along with a growing resistance and rebellion against the cage.
This process is important. A faggot needs to go through this in order to fully accept the end of its autonomous life. The struggle is a kind of death rattle of the faggot’s masculinity. And once the faggot works through that, acceptance settles in and its true purpose becomes as clear and as focused as its eyesight.
For self-locking faggots like me, this process happens first, eventually making chastity unavoidable as the weight of guilt becomes too great to bear.
Daily chastity means sitting down to pee. It means never experiencing a full erection or an orgasm like a Man. It means the faggot must be especially vigilant with cleaning its cage and shriveled genitalia. It means embracing a eunuch’s life, one without the possibility of children or any of those other heteronormative tropes that faggots often hide behind.
But what replaces the losses the faggot suffers is something deeper and more profound. Every second of every day the chastity cage reminds the faggot of its separateness from the other Men around it. It forces the faggot into a low-level hum of subspace, helping the faggot to be naturally more submissive and respectful of all Men.
Most importantly, the faggot finally understands its purpose more clearly than it ever imagined it could. The cage reminds the faggot that it is the possession of a Man and, by extension, all Men.
One of the most common questions faggots pose about chastity involves shrinkage. Is it permanent? The answer is, sadly, no. If left unlocked, the faggot’s penis will eventually return to its pathetic original shape more or less (mostly less).
However, time in the cage leaves lasting impressions on the faggot’s subconscious that last a lifetime. A lifetime hopefully spent in service!
I know I am a faggot for quite a long time, but have been suppressing these feelings for a long time. Lately, I have been trying to reconnect with these feelings and mid/end of Novemeber started to experiment with chastity cages a bit by myself…
Now I did not cum for 3 week (last 2 continuously in a cage) and today I experienced something I never did. While I got aroused – kinda randomly – I felt the urge… to top… like… to actually fuck something/-one. I have always been like an almost total bottom and never really experienced this. It was a really really realls strong urge and I am sure, if i would have taken the cage of and topped at that moment I would have loved it during that time… I just endured it and waited for it to fade, but it was really… strong and… weird. I was always questioning myself what Alphas and Tops in general feel when they are horny and I feel like I got a very brief (and low intensity?) glimpse into this.
I actually love this – not because it changed anything of what I am or what I am meant to be, as it did not – but because I feel like this helped me to understand the urges of Alphas better and therefore be better at serving them.
However, I never heard of something like that or just didnt see it…. Is this something… common when experiencing chastity? I am just 3 weeks in and am excited what is yet to come (planned for 6 months :-! )
Well that’s an interesting reaction, for sure! I’ve never encountered that personally either in chastity or out, and I’ve never heard of another caged fag express such desires, either.
We must be careful about this and pay close attention to it, because it might be indicating something suppressed in you. I’m not saying that’s definitely the case with you, but I think it bears close monitoring. I’m going to bookmark this question for future reference just in case, and I’d like you to communicate directly with me if there are other such strange changes or similar eruptions of Alpha-like aggression. My email is hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com
Hi Sam!! I love you so much <3 your website is so amazing, I learn so much
So I am 19 Sam, and my bf is 29. I know I am a faggot and that’s what I want to be. He loves to dominate me and treat me like his personal hole to use and fuck. I cook for him, clean for him, do the laundry, etc And I am so happy!
But I have one question and I want your opinion… He fucks me every day and always hurts. In the beginning I told him to go slow or fuck just with the half of his dick but after some time I let him fuck the way he like (deep and hard). So is it normal to hurt all the time or it get better with time? I just close my eyes when he is fucking and wait to feel the cum inside me. I love the feeling of serving him but I never feel pleasure with the dick inside me because it hurt so much. I lost my viriginty with him and never saw other dick, so I don’t know what to do.
Faggots always feel pain and that’s normal, or I am doing something wrong? I really love to be a faggot and I understand if i need to feel the pain but sometimes I see bottoms enjoying so much, so I don’t know if it’s normal.
Thank you Sam!!! I love you a lot!
Thank you for your sincere question, little brother! I love you, too!
Certainly, anal sex can come with some amount of pain, especially when you lose your virginity. But it makes me sad that a young, genuine, heartfelt faggot like you feels resigned to a life of painful service when that is NOT true at all.
First and foremost, you MUST be using LOTS of lube every time. Since you are having sex without a condom, you should be using SILICONE lubricant because it is significantly slicker and longer-lasting. The lube should be slathered on your hole and his dick before penetration.
You also need to stretch your hole a little bit. You can use buttplugs of increasing size to help open your hole. Also, there is this amazing technique pioneered by CagedJock to very carefully open a hole: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/caged-jock-how-to-stretch-a-fags-hole/
And finally, you need to relax. Unfortunately, your Alpha has made that more difficult because he keeps hurting you without any consideration for what you’re going through. If he knew more about what he was doing, he might be able to improve to the point that he could cunt you, a moment you both should want. But he’s never going to cunt you by fucking you the way he is right now.
I ask that you please talk to him about the pain you’re experiencing and how desperately you want to be a good faggot for him. Beg him to help you feel more comfortable with sex, because the pain is making it difficult to serve properly. If you need to, point him to my answer here. Whatever it takes. He must understand both your pain and your admirable desire to keep serving him.
I really hope you manage to correct this and find pleasure in your service, little brother. A good faggot like you is so rare to find, and your Alpha should be appreciative enough to try and help you serve him. You deserve it!
Emotions changes from day to day. I feel that’s how life works. The issue is submission and one day really needy towards it and the next day having nothing to do with it or even confused by what just happened. Is it a zone, kink or why is the switch so different. Happens online and on person. Feeling a way, then next not so much. I don’t know if this is me?
I remember when I first started masturbating, or the first time I had sex, or the first time I sucked dick … I tried to run away from all of those things afterward because I was wracked with guilt or even disgust. But guess what? I quickly got over that disgust as my true feelings reemerged, and I returned to it.
I think you are experiencing something similar. What you’re describing isn’t conscious switch behavior, but rather an emotional reaction against certain behaviors for some reason.
Since I was young, I can remember craving the attention of really masculine Men. I was really confused by this and tried to hide it. I tried to be more masculine, gain muscle, talk with a deeper voice, and roll with the guys. Eventually, I realized I was gay. I tried to convince myself that I was a top. I never fucked anyone but I tried starting relationships with fem guys that invariably didn’t work. They could sense there was something in me that didn’t quite feel right. I was really depressed for a while.
Eventually, I stumbled on some Tumblr blogs that put things in perspective for me. I started to realize that, though I am male, I am not a Man. I had been told my whole life to be masculine, to fuck with my penis, to be a Man. But I learned that I was actually a pussy boy and that I should learn to use my boy hole instead of my boy clit.
I didn’t know what to think at first. I didn’t want to give up my masculinity and be a bitch, be the girl in the relationship. I started looking at my hole in the mirror and playing with my ass cheeks, still too afraid to put something inside. I started masturbating in strange position with my ass up in the air. It felt good but scary to be in those vulnerable positions.
As I started watching porn more oriented towards pussy boys, I found myself thinking about how great it must feel to surrender to a real Man, to give in to my desires, to please Men, to get fucked. I realized I needed to buy a dildo and try it out. What was the worst that could happen?
When that dildo finally pierced my hole, I permanently changed. I had never felt such sensations in my entire life. The feeling of being opened up and fucked like a bitch boy was incredible, over powering, and undeniable. I couldn’t keep running from it.
But run I did. I went through several dildos since that first one. I’d use one for a while and then throw it out, afraid of what I had done. But I always bought another; I craved it in my hole.
And that’s where I am now. I still crave cock in my boy pussy, but I’m still too afraid and embarrassed to admit that I’m a pussy boy.
I feel like I failed as a Man. And I guess I know I did…I feel so conflicted. I don’t want to cage my dick, but I want to cage it. I don’t want to submit, but I want to submit. I don’t know. I’m just tired of feeling like this.
Well, I don’t know what I can really say here. There’s no question you’re a faggot, but if you’re going to be this freaked out about a DILDO then you have almost no hope of ever serving a Man.
There’s a wonderful expression in English: “Shit, or get off the pot.” In other words, get the job done … or quit trying. I don’t have any magical words to make you get the courage to try – that’s all on you. The sad truth is there are plenty of faggots like you out there who will never fully experience their true purpose simply because they couldn’t muster the courage to try.
I can only show you the path. I can’t make you walk it.
I’m so happy you’re back. I’ve been a long-time reader since basically Day 1. I have a situation I could use your wisdom and advice on – a real world problem of Hierarchy clashing with our world’s warped ideas of equality.
I’m a faggot. I’m not entirely owned or entirely “free”; there are two wonderful Straight Alpha Men in my life who make use of me periodically in different ways, but none of us have a structured arrangement.
Despite my inferiority, I’ve done well in my career. I’m a manager in a small but successful organisation and I just hired for a junior role in my team, where I’m the most senior “male” in the business. I earn a very good salary and have a role of international importance despite our small size. Ironically, the alphas in my life enjoy teasing and embarrassing me with the fact that being a cocksucker makes all of that meaningless. Herein lies my dilemma: we’ve hired a stunning, amazing Straight Alpha male ten years my junior, and I’m his manager. Let’s call him Jack.
Jack is confident, charming, outgoing and naturally talented despite being a career change candidate. He exudes an effortless masculinity. He’s tall, handsome, athletic and dresses in a professional way that still manages to stimulate me (he insists on having his collar open to show off what looks like wonderfully maintained chest hair, and it drives me wild). Just being around this guy puts me in heat. His simple existence is colonising my mind. I can’t help but fantasise about what his cock looks like, or imagine how incredibly sexy he must look fucking what I just know is a thick, heavy, powerful load into his girlfriend. I’m so grateful to be able to experience his divine presence in my life.
As a real man, I firmly believe it is his right to exploit me for his own pleasure, entertainment and/or personal advancement. His masculinity deserves unconditional devotion and worship. As a faggot, I feel it is my duty to serve him however I can, and toil for his greatness. If he were my boss this would be simple (and I have been in that situation before).
But we are now in the ridiculous situation where I am his manager, with responsibility for giving him instruction and direction, and maintaining work discipline. He’s 10 years my junior as I said so there’s certainly a lot he has to learn about the actual job. But leadership and authority? I’m perfectly confident in my skill-set and I’ve earned my position, but ultimately I am just a cocksucker playing at these things because society makes me. That was fine when in the past I was managing women and other fags, but these things are his birthright.
I am genuinely distressed by the idea that this young god is being expected to treat a faggot with deference and respect. I mean for god’s sake Sam, sometimes I go to work straight from servicing one of the alphas in my life. It’s ridiculous that our society creates situations where alpha males like him are expected to take instruction from a freshly seeded cocksleeve. Sadly, I need my job so I can’t take decisive action to correct this injustice. I don’t think being between this stud’s legs is in my foreseeable future.
But Hierarchy is important to me. I know what I’m for and I believe upholding the Hierarchy between males is crucial for our collective wellbeing. I need to be careful, but I also need to find ways to render this stud the obedience, respect and service he is entitled to.
Before I ask for advice, there are two things I’m proud of in this situation about my conduct so far. First, I fought hard to get him the job. The other members of the panel wanted to give the role to a woman of equivalent skill. I used my authority as hiring manager to persuade my boss that he was the best candidate. He made clear he really wanted this career change, and I considered it my duty to ensure he got it. I’m really delighted to have been able to use my influence to help him advance his life goals! I am much more proud of this than any professional achievement.
Second, I am in long-term chastity. Even though none of the men in my life are my keyholder I consider it an essential act of deference and submission to every real man I meet. Whenever we’re together I can’t help but be aware of my cage and I force myself to dwell about how there’s only one man in the room. The whole situation is a great example of why chastity is critical for faggots, honestly. Being caged around Jack both ensures I can’t tell myself lies about equality and condemns me to a state of perpetual cocklust I can’t get relief from, which keeps me in the proper frame of mind for a faggot. Every day after work I think about how wonderful it is he’s almost certainly fucking his beautiful girlfriend or stroking his cock that night whilst I ache in my cage.
So Sam, I’d love to get your take on my situation and any advice you have for how I can be a good faggot. How do I add value to his life, honour his manhood and respect his natural authority whilst being – on paper – his “boss”?
First of all, thank you for your loyal support over all of these years and through the topsy-turvy, turbulent life of this platform!
I’d also like to congratulate you on the two straight Alphas you’re periodically servicing! Those are two relationships you skillfully cultivated over the years with patience and focus, and I’m proud of you (and them, frankly) for finding and embracing purpose!
You have an incredible and COMPLEX situation with this new Alpha at work. There are no easy answers to this, either.
As a long-time reader, you should be well-acquainted with my dear brother Sean, the faggot business owner whose entire life (his ownership of the business, his house, cars, everything) was overtaken by a stunning and very powerful young God Alpha named Eric. I’ll be restoring Sean’s incredible story here soon, but I’ll touch on a few details in my answer to you now.
As one of the owners of the business, Sean had more power and security (possibly) than you do as a manager, but he also had much more to lose in submitting to Master Eric. But right away Sean was being submissive around Eric, offering him his office and things like that.
In Master Eric’s case, he was vastly more aggressive than I think I’ve ever seen in an Alpha before. He went straight for Sean’s throat and ingratiated himself quickly so as to take over Sean’s place in the company. Your Alpha might not be that aggressive (or he may not yet sense the possibilities). He might need to be coaxed out of that societal cocoon that holds many Alphas back.
So how to fix that? I don’t think it’d be poor etiquette to ask him out for dinner and/or drinks (you pay, of course). That way you can pick his brain about his point of view, and maybe bring up the idea of Hierarchy (which can be related to the business world very easily). Ask him if he considers himself to be Alpha (he will say YES) and tell him you agree, and tell him why. This will start the wheels turning in his head, and he’ll start seeing things from a Hierarchical perspective.
I had another wild thought, too, but it would be down the road a bit (once you’re on solid ground with him). You could show him the Sean thread on this site (once it’s restored) that details Master Eric’s takeover of Sean. Any straight Alpha reading that will recognize their natural right in that story. Again, that’s not something that can be done right away.
Here’s another potential resource: those two Alphas you’re servicing. Perhaps one (or both, if they know each other) can get together with this young Alpha and you and they can talk to him about what you are. Do not underestimate the Alpha fraternity! They are often quite eager to flex power with each other, and this is an ultimate flex. I would ask one or both of those Alphas their advice as well, and find out if they’re willing to be a guide for this young Alpha.
This is a very tricky situation. I’ve sketched out of scenarios, and I think any of them can work. You obviously have enough experience with straight Alphas to navigate this without any harm. Trust in the truth!
Good luck, and keep me informed! My email is hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com
I’ve been online teaching Hierarchical truth since June of 2015, so nearly ten years. And over that time I’ve been asked multiple times why I continue teaching these things, persevering through virtually obstacle imaginable.
My simple answer is this: Hierarchical truth gave me purpose and clarity and peace in my life, and as more and more people apply and embrace these truths they have the same results. So I’ve been convinced of the power of these fundamental truths, and the importance of giving back drives me forward.
And I have been blessed to be a part of significantly changing the lives of many, many people because I never gave up and I never forgot the truths I experienced and witnessed with my own eyes.
I received a very long, very detailed letter in my Questions inbox from a faggot brother yesterday, and he was asking about the future of Hierarchy in the wake of the left’s neutering of males through “wokeness” and the right’s hateful, Destroyer Alpha ideologies that reveal only insecurities. It’s an intriguing problem, one I gave considerable thought to over the last two years while I was incarcerated.
But first, let me share my brother’s remarkable letter:
Dear Sam,
I’m a longtime fan of your work who is finally reaching out to say thank you and pose some questions to you about hierarchy and its future.
First, thank you. Thank you for educating the world, including me. I first came across your content years ago on the old FWA site. There I was, sitting in an airport, waiting for my flight to arrive when I stumbled across FWA. My curiosity was piqued and not long thereafter I was hooked. It took some time, but I came to realize that I’m a faggot (albeit a rather prideful and rebellious one). At first there was some concern and cognitive dissonance—but the more I read and the more I reflected—the more I understood myself, my hunger to serve, and the bigger picture. That said, I have some thoughts and questions about hierarchy and the Alpha and fag communities.
My awakening as a faggot began when I was in college. I met two guys (a couple) who took my virginity. Yes, my first time was a threesome—and it was awesome. One had an absolutely life changing dick. Big. Thick. Uncut. He was a cocky motherfucker who knew his power and attraction. Our “hanging out” quickly escalated to me stroking his cock and then sucking it while his boyfriend fucked me. After a while of that, and after my virgin hole had been opened a bit, the bigger of the two then took me from behind and fucked me with his impressive manhood. I felt so good. So complete. But also afraid. Dirty even. There was a lot to process, but I knew I liked that feeling—of having a man inside of me. Of making him cum. Of using my body to bring him pleasure. I didn’t realize it then, but this obviously sowed the seeds of my descent into sub space.
Soon after, I started meeting more guys—some mediocre who just wanted a quick fuck—but some who were truly special, just like that first guy. They fucked with ferocity but also with purpose. They owned my minds as much as my body, and they did so in a way that exemplified masculine superiority. In hindsight, I now know these were true Alphas who I met along the way.
One, a frequent fuck buddy, was an older man in his 30s. He was hung, handsome, fit, and had a magnetic personality. I wanted to spend as much time in his presence as I could—and I did. He taught me how to properly sexually service men like him, but he always did so in a constructive and warm way. He was my first Protector Alpha. He was also the first Alpha who cunted me.
In my experience, everything you write about cunting is true. Here I am, more than 15 years later, and I still hunger for the way this Alpha fucked me. The way he used my holes for his pleasure and the pleasure of his friend he introduced me to. All these years later, I’m still that shy 18 year old college freshman getting railed by this absolute mountain of a man, and I still remember all of the life lessons he imparted upon me; recognizing my self worth and giving me confidence to be who I am.
I suppose you could say I was lucky because over the years I met other Alphas whom I served sexually. Most were Protectors, but all had the same intoxicating effect: overwhelming my senses, the euphoria of their attention and approval, drawing me closer to them and their power, making me submit. A handful cunted me, resulting in them similarly forever owning a part of my psyche. Your recent podcast about Alpha ascendancy reminded me of these life changing and treasured experiences.
That recent podcast also made me think about some things that concern me about hierarchy today. Maybe I’m jaded, but I can’t help but look around and see a landscape of posers, fakes, and opportunists parading themselves as “Alphas” but not knowing the first thing about what it means to be an Alpha. I see this a lot in the findom space. It’s hard for me—a very successful professional—to take these “Alphas” seriously or see them as anything but chumps who are asking for a handout. What is “Alpha” about extracting money from a faggot or a sub, someone who is already insignificant to begin with? What is “Alpha” about depending on the charity of another when you are supposed to be a leader of men?
Your recent podcast on ascendancy told listeners to take heed of our environment, of the Alpha-fag ecosystem and lifecycle. Yes, fags exist to serve Alphas, but Alphas also need fags, as well. A faggot is there for more than just spitting on or extracting money. It’s there to serve, to be taught, and to be led. But I don’t see much of the latter.
I look out on the world and see a tragic lack of Protector Alphas. It makes me sad to think that young and future faggots might not experience what I did because their only concept of service might be coughing up money for or being spit on by the people I describe above. It also worries me that an entire generation of Alphas is being lost to this performative and reductive idea of what superiority and true masculine leadership and excellence look like.
Do you think things are changing? If so, are they changing for the better? Or have I missed something, or perhaps am just jaded? Where have all the Protectors gone?
This brother’s letter is very much the kind of message I receive on a daily basis since my return from prison. Why is there such affection and loyalty to FWA (now Hierarchy University) and its message? BECAUSE IT WAS NEVER A FETISH SITE – IT PROVED ITSELF TO BE TELLING TRUTH. And that truth SET PEOPLE FREE and CHANGED LIVES.
Listen to the experiences of my brother. Notice how he recognized the ring of truth in what I was teaching, to the point that he couldn’t ignore it any longer. And when he applied that truth in his life, miraculous experiences changed his entire life and set him free!
Which leads me to one of my answers to my brother’s questions above: is Hierarchy being invalidated or diluted by the current state of the world and masculinity in general? NO. Hierarchy is as ancient as any principle in human society. It’s something we know from infancy, feel it in the air everywhere we go, and are always guided instinctively by its influence. The same hierarchical influence that caused males to submit and service gladiators in the Roman Empire still molds the minds of Men today. The only factor that really changes in the equation is how much will society allow the freedom to express it.
My brother brings up another, more sobering point: Alphas are in trouble. Radical ideological forces are shifting Alphas away from what I consider to be their absolutely intrinsic purpose: As Protector (or Builder) Alphas. The world of today is either teaching Alphas that everyone is equal, neutering their power to lead. The world of today is also teaching Alphas to be selfish and stupid, encouraging insecure and toxic Destroyer Alpha behaviors.
My brother mentions online financial domination as one of these toxic forces ruining Alphas, and I completely agree. Findom doesn’t teach true Hierarchy, but rather a cartoonish version of Alphahood that allows fakes and phonies to slip in and mislead others. In turn, these Alpha failures destroy genuine faggots misled by their corrupted masculinity. There are definitely true Alphas in findom, but they are often obscured by the loud, ignorant, and grotesque Destroyer Alphas poisoning the true water of Hierarchy.
Without great Protector Alphas providing clear-eyed, ethical leadership, human society is threatened. It becomes like a ship without a sturdy, reliable rudder, and it becomes vulnerable to crashing or capsizing.
The true Protector Alphas I’m describing – the ones I’ve served, as well as the ones I’ve described on this site – aren’t pussies or weak Men. Quite the contrary. They’re the ones who defend what is right, fight for the weak and the broken, and defend those they love from threats foreign and domestic. These are Men I would crawl on broken glass to serve and worship, and I know my faggot brother feels the same.
That said, I know there are true Protector Alphas truly worthy of devotion and worship. I don’t believe the current crisis of Masculinity will ever snuff out the true Kings. I say this because I know there are some around today, as there have always been. It’s simply a matter of these powerful Alpha Masters asserting themselves and forcing out the pretenders.
I’m really grateful to my brother for posing this issue, as well as his wonderful, strengthening endorsement of what I’m doing here. His life course and success as a faggot simply prove the truth of Hierarchy, and I’m so proud to serve alongside him!
