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!

In the previous post we learned that Master Anthony was moody and clearly upset with something, but he wasn’t confiding his troubles with anyone, not even his loyal faggot Fabien. This troubled Fabien to the point that he finally begged his Master for answers and ways he could help.

While Master Anthony didn’t reveal the issue, he was comforted by his faggot’s concern and deep love.

Well, after a few days Master Anthony finally told Fabien what was bothering him!

Here’s Fabien:

A little update about Anthony’s mood. I think he’s going to get better soon. Yesterday he told me that he had decided to confront the guy flirting with the same girl as him and challenge him to a fight in front of her. He beat the crap out of him and held him down, until he pleaded for mercy and conceded that Anthony was the stronger man. The silly girl tried to make amends with Anthony, but he dumped her. Serves her right.

This morning, Anthony was hanging around the apartment in his pajamas, looking relaxed. He came to see me while I was making his bed. He thanked me for boosting his ego. I answered: “If your ego isn’t the size of the planet, I’m doing a terrible job and I’m failing my life’s purpose. You don’t have to be grateful to me, I’m just doing my duty as best as I can!” He got his cocky grin and said “I like that. But I want you to know you’re doing great. I’m glad to have you. You see, I love my bros to bits, but I always have to fight to remind them who’s the boss. It’s nice to know I can count on you for a shot of self-confidence.”

I believe I almost passed out with emotion. The next thing I knew, I was on my belly licking his toes and thanking him. Then he had me worshipping his cock; we were looking into each other’s eyes while I had his dick in my mouth and he tenderly stroke my hair, smiling smugly. I sucked him off again in the shower after soaping him up, and then again before he left for the afternoon. This time, he ejaculated all over my face! He wished me a good afternoon and gave me his orders for dinner.

Secretly I was proud of myself; I told Fabien over email that I thought a scenario exactly like this was to blame, and sure enough, I was right!

Although, honestly, it’s hard to imagine a scenario like this happening. According to Fabien, Master Anthony looks exactly like Tom Holland (hence the post header image) and is just as athletic … so why on Earth would any girl cheat on him?? It’s incomprehensible to me.

But once again my brother Fabien was absolutely perfect, following his instincts and kneeling to worship Master Anthony’s feet. This worship led to three consecutive blowjobs filled with raw passion and desire.

But it’s more than just the sexual service that’s involved. Master Anthony’s words show a deepening appreciation for his faggot, his personal property, his slave Fabien. As he feels his power growing, he acknowledges the contributions of the faggot kneeling before him. That’s not just God Alpha behavior … that’s Protector Alpha behavior!

The effect on Fabien is also profound:

Right now, I’m taking care of his laundry. I inhaled the scent of his underwear. I still can’t believe how lucky I am. 

I was really born for this.

Indeed you were, baby brother!

An Alpha Pack doesn’t always need to be rough. Sometimes they can gently encourage faggots to accept their purpose while using you at the same time.

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

So Master Steve, in the process of punishing his faggot Mike, put Mike into chastity but then added a new wrinkle: he wanted Mike to find him a faggot to use during the two weeks of ordered chastity (because, of course, a Master shouldn’t need to go without just because the fag is being punished).

That’s a rough demand!

Here’s what happened after Mike found a fag friend named Jacob:

Just wanted to give you an update.  This week has had a lot of stressful moments, but also so realizations.

On Tuesday night, my ex Jacob, who ironically was my bottom, went to service Master Steve, that’s something I was asked to arranged as a punishment.     Although I was not happy about this, I did it first and foremost to prove my loyalty to Master Steve.  I also knew this would not impact Jacob and I relationship.  I fully came clean to Jacob about me being a faggot and ask him to do this as a favor.

Afterwards, Jacob called me.  I asked him to give me all the details as I would not be mad or upset.  I had to accept my punishment. He told me that Steve talked about me the whole night and Jacob told me how lucky I was to have him.

While I’m sure it was difficult for Mike to know his Master was fucking one of his friends, I’m also sure Jacob’s report made him feel a bit better.

But then Master Mike had another surprise.

Steve asked me to come over on Thursday night, which is something he normally doesn’t do. When I got there, he wanted me to be open and honest about how I was feeling being in chastity for almost one week.  I was truthful with him and told him that I was extremely frustrated but I was willing to do what I need in order to please him.  I also talked with him about I am seeing there’s is also an emotional and psychological component being in a chastity.  He was happy to hear all of this and agreed that the overall goal is to make me more focused on his sexual desires rather than mine, and to overall start feeling more submissive around him and his Alpha friends.  Obedience is the ultimate goal.

He asked me to strip naked so he could see my cage, I was training beyond belief.  My balls were hurting because the ring was pulling out so far.  He raised his arm and told me to smell his pits, it was intoxicating and then he began to jerk off.  When he came, he blew his load on my cage.  He said just so you know I’ve just marked my territory. 

He told me to get dressed and for me to let the cum dry on my cage.

I told him Thank You Sir for marking me as yours.  He said don’t ever fuck up again, understand.  He said he’s also excited to see how I’m gonna make this up to him.

I have no idea what to expect this weekend.  

I love love love what Master Steve did with Mike here. It’s almost a form of aftercare. First, he sincerely wanted to know how the discipline was transforming his faggot, and Mike’s incredibly humble and honest answer clearly moved Master Steve.

And here I just want to emphasize to all of the faggots reading this: always be honest with your Masters! They are very sharp and they can detect disingenuousness or outright lying. And if you are honest, your Master will better know how to guide you!

Then Master Steve does something brilliant: he scent trains Mike on his armpit while jacking off onto his faggot’s locked nub. This is serious mind-fucking used to reinforce Hierarchical standing and purpose. It shows me that Master Steve knows what he’s doing!

I’m pretty excited to hear what happens this weekend! My main question: will Master Steve choose to release his faggot from his cage? We shall see!

The following post is part of a thread following the ownership of a 19-year-old faggot named Alex by a 46-year-old Master named Henry. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

May-September relationships often struggle to survive. The age difference leads to too many mismatched interests and radically different viewpoints.

But huge age differences almost always enhance Master/faggot relations. Many fåggots have Daddy issues, and older Alphas love to own and breed fresh, young, energetic fag pussy they can train.

It’s a win/win!

Recently a 19-year-old faggot named Alex encountered a 46-year-old Alpha named Henry at a club, and sparks flew!

Here’s Alex’s telling of it:

Hi, my name is Alex. I’m 18 (turning 19 in two weeks) and I’m a faggot. My Masters name is Henry and he is just an absolute god. He’s this ridiculously handsome 46 year old British man, he’s 6’7”, has a nine inch long cock with a 5.5 inch circumference (he let me measure it). He has the most beautiful blue eyes, chestnut hair that’s starting to gray (it’s so hot oh my god), and nice beard. He’s ripped out of his mind and has a pretty hairy body. We met at a BDSM club in early November and we fucked and it was absolutely amazing. We both really enjoyed it so I went home with him and we had a round two. We were cuddling after and we were talking about our biggest fantasies and so told him that it was being owned by a man. He asked if I meant like an Alpha-Faggot type of relationship and I told him yes. He asked if I’d want to be his faggot cause I was such a good sub for him back at the club and I was able to take his dick so well and I was good at fucking him. I spent the night at his place and when we woke up we got dressed, went to go get coffee, then he took me to a sex shop and got me my first cage.

Now let’s stop right there. Notice how Master Henry already understood Hierarchical dynamics and helped Alex accept his role through careful communication? That’s the mark of a true Master. An experienced Master will draw out a faggot from its internal hiding place and help it to accept what it was naturally born to be.

I can see why Alex was so taken by Master Henry!

We went back to his place and had our first proper session together as Alpha and Faggot. After about two weeks of serving him he told me he wanted me to be a live in faggot. I happily accepted. I moved in with him on November 26. I’m currently taking a gap year (although he still has English citizenship so we might move to the UK if shit really hits the fan here) but I honestly am seriously considering not to go to college and just serving him. He makes enough money to easily support the both of us. I kind of act like his housewife. I bring him breakfast in bed every morning and wake him up with a blowjob. I do his laundry and iron his clothes. I make him lunches to bring to work with him. I run his errands and take care of his home while he’s away. I make sure that he either comes home to a home cooked meal or dinner still cooking and a glass of whiskey and sometimes a foot rub to occupy him while he waits. He’s a very loving and affectionate Master. When he’s not using me he likes to cuddle and give me kisses and pet my hair and he’s always telling me what a good boy I am.

Affection is another useful training tool a Master can and should use when taking ownership of a faggot. Being owned is an adjustment; a faggot must adjust to not only a new routine and life, but also to its own purpose. This can be really hard for young fags like Alex.

He’s genuinely one of the smartest, kindest, most loving people I’ve ever met. (He’s also really good with kids which is so hot for me) I genuinely think I’m starting to fall in love with him. I would love to be his little faggot husband if he would let me. I told him this last night and he said he liked the sound of that. Tonight he invited some of his other Alpha friends over to gang bang me. The youngest guy was 42 and the smallest dick was a little over 7 inches. I’m a size queen and have always been into older men this made me happy. It was absolutely incredible. Not only did I serve these men, but while they were using me, I was also serving my Master! I love my Master so much and I’m so glad I get to belong to such an amazing man!! I hope every faggot gets to have as amazing as a Master as him.

It’s interesting that Master Henry introduced his new young faggot to gang bangs so early. I guess it makes sense in that it’s good to get a faggot’s mind focused on being property.

I wanted to highlight this experience to show faggots that there are powerful, experienced Masters who are Protector Alphas and understand what a faggot needs. You don’t need to serve Alphas who hurt you.

Real Men don’t hurt faggots (except sexually), just like they wouldn’t hurt a loyal dog.

I’m so glad little Alex has found a great owner in Master Henry! We will be hearing more about them!

Being born a faggot and then fulfilling that purpose is not easy. We are used roughly, treated harshly, drained and discarded and forgotten. Actual trash might have it better, because at least trash has someone to pick it up. A faggot ultimately has nobody.

Unless they’re owned.

Being owned by an Alpha should be the goal for any faggot seeking lifetime fulfillment. Why? Because it’s a harsh world for a weak and defenseless thing like a faggot! Having an Alpha owner protects us from harm while giving us purpose. From an evolutionary perspective, that’s probably how faggot ownership happened, as faggots sought to be useful to the more dominant Alphas of a collective.

But even when we are owned, life can be stressful. Masters often have long lists of demands on our time with chores and other stuff. And then there are the constant demands for sex, which of course we love, but we tend to get beaten up in the process of getting fucked in our throats and asses (not to mention the spankings, whippings, restraints, chokings, and everything else).

That’s why AFTERCARE is so very important in relationships that involve power play. It’s defined nicely this way:

The time spent following sexual activity where partners check in with each other, providing comfort and ensuring both feel cared for and relaxed by engaging in activities like cuddling, talking, or simply taking a moment to unwind together.

In pure Alpha/faggot situations (especially involving straight Alphas), there’s typically not a lot of aftercare happening. Straight Alphas don’t provide a lot of aftercare with their females, so it’d be a mistake to expect straight Alphas to show care and concern for their faggots.

But it can happen. I know it can, because I’ve been owned by straight Alphas who showed aftercare for me. I’ve known of straight Alphas who have given aftercare for other faggots. So it does happen, and it really speaks to the inner qualities of the Alpha when he does.

Why is aftercare important anyway? Well, let’s face it: when Alphas use subs, they tend to get rough. Violent. Abusive. Degrading. It’s nothing more than the animal side buried within every Alpha coming out during a primal moment. I call it Beast Mode. During this time, Alphas slap, spit, choke, and show a kind of hate that can be frightening (as well as exciting).

But once an Alpha has finished and is coming down from his rut, he pretty quickly returns to a state of deep relaxation and contentment, but for the one being used (female or faggot), they are still in a state of alarm. It’s natural. The body produces adrenaline while under stress, and that doesn’t dissipate so easily.

So it’s important for an Alpha to comfort the faggot. Holding it, stroking its hair, speaking encouragingly to it, all help to remind it that it’s still valuable and cherished. The net effect of this kind of aftercare is to build loyalty in the faggot. Once it realizes that its Owner doesn’t mean it harm, it’s drawn to both the power it experienced while being used and the compassion it experienced afterward.

The following video captures a form of aftercare. The Alpha has just finished breeding his faggot, and he spends some time holding the faggot while gently stroking his cock inside it. The soft caresses and the nuzzling tells the faggot it pleased him well and that it is valued. It’s beautiful.

So Alphas, take some time to comfort your faggots. Whether it’s a massive financial drain or a rough, rape-like fuck, your faggots are serving out of loyalty and devotion to you. Let them know their sacrifices are not unappreciated or in vain.

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!

This is a follow-up to THIS QUESTION.

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.

Thank you again, Master! 

Yours,

sam the faggot   

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Can you talk more about aftercare? I’ve been fucking sub bottoms for 15 years, but just recently I started to give them more attention when I finish. I used to cum and send them home or just turn my back and fall asleep, but I now got them in my arms, say how sexy, tight, and hot they are. I feel such a treatment makes them 100x hornier for getting fucked again. As a faggot, how do you feel when an Alpha treats you well after fucking your hole? I feel that most faggots like to be humiliated but at the same time they like aftercare when their holes are full of my cum. What do you think?

Master, thank you so much for this wonderful and thoughtful question!

Aftercare is one of my favorite topics. I wrote extensively about it on FWA, and I’ll be reviving those posts here. In fact, I devoted an entire episode of my Hierarchy Podcast (Episode #67) to aftercare! You can access that episode on either the Spotify or Amazon feeds, or you can stream it directly from the podcast website by CLICKING HERE!

I’ve been a fortunate during my faggot career in that I was owned by some incredible Masters who expertly used aftercare with me. Honestly, I feel spoiled by it. I just know that no matter how hard or violently they used me or how much they degraded me during sex, the aftercare melted away all of the negative effects of it.  

Aftercare is especially important (really necessary) if a faggot has been cunted by its Master. Cunting can be quite traumatic; some faggots will break down and cry because of it. I used to be terribly frightened when I was cunted, because I fear the feeling of lost control. Being held and and reassured helped me realize that I’m under the control and protection of my powerful Owner.

I agree with you Master that aftercare following a breeding/feeding is very powerful. Just as you are thinking about your cum inside your faggot, your faggot is not only thinking about it, but it’s also FEELING its effects on its mood. In fact, the sedating effects of cum become more pronounced during an aftercare session.  

I think aftercare is as effective as scent training or cunting as a method of bonding a faggot to its Master. It might even be more effective, because it allows the faggot to see their Master as more than a cruel or selfish taskmaster. They see their Alpha’s true inner greatness – his heart – and that will make any faggot loyal and obedient forever.   

I hope this help, Master! Thank you!

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This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

After hearing about the surprise tropical vacation Master Dino gifted to his faggot wife Jamie, I was eager to find out what “final surprise” awaited Jamie when they returned home.

Jamie dutifully sent me a follow-up:

sam, i just had to tell you about the surprise waiting for me after our vacation. When we arrived I was organizing in my head just how to get my ManGod’s home back in order. Not that it was trashed but all my free time was taken while the Son of God lived with us, learned, and grew as a person, as well as an Alpha Male. Anyway, my AWESOME GOD had everything taken care of while we were away! I don’t know details but the place is IMMACULATE–WITH EVERYTHING EXACTLY WHERE IT BELONGS!

It was my emotional limit. After all the emotions of the last months, all the testosterone churning in my Men along with their naturally domineering personalities and Alpha NEED to pump/shoot cum into all available holes, my EVERYTHING was simply overloaded with joy and fulfillment and pride. i often think that there’s just no possible way for this Living Example of the perfect way Man and God can combine could make me worship and respect Him more than He already has. But, He does, and daily. And, that is an Alpha, isn’t it brother?

Anyway, i simply lost my humility for a moment and allowed unbridled ecstacy and pride of being HIS hole to overwhelm me and i imploded. i laid down at His–i have no more superlatives to bestow upon my Owner–feet and cried for what must have been an hour while i kissed His feet, caressed His furry legs, and murmured how magnificent, sexy, awesome, intelligent, omnipotent, powerful, passionate, etc…He is. How i would faithfully and slavishly i would honor, love, serve and service Him, all the while just feeling His overwhelming, comfortably smothering protective love washing over me. And in the middle of my faggot histrionics and lack of emotional control a calm came over me and i realized that my Daddy had said a comforting word or two before i crumpled at His feet and then He simply started doing some computer work for the office. Some might dare to say His seeming indifference was cold and uncaring but i KNOW my Daddy. That ‘indifference’ hid His brilliance. He knew that if i saw him calm and cool i would wonder why i wasn’t. i instantly realized, i just had a terrific time away, our life and home were in wonderful shape and i was feeling His masculine power and His love for His faggot permeate the room. On top of which i was lying at His feet almost incoherently worshiping Him (at His feet WHERE i BELONG) and this faggot shut the fuck up. my gratitude of His genius, and my total amazement and appreciation that such a ManGod could find anything He could actually love (and lust after) about any faggot, especially when my God could have a MUCH better looking, more appropriate cumdump than a (formerly) chubby, cumhole who is 10 years older, who is DEFINITELY not worthy of His vast reserves of patience and ABSOLUTELY not worthy of His unyielding love of His possessions. This strong devotion combined with His unshakable knowledge of His power to quietly, yet forcefully do ANYTHING He must to restore order and be the soothing, Alpha God presence to His family, the people He loves and protects (at times with His life) is what truly makes Him a God to all of us here.

I rambled on again but that seems to happen when i discuss the love of my life. Daddy says, “Tell the faggot I’ll try to shoot it an email this weekend–so its panties will have time to dry cause I know its little clit/dick just started dripping from the anticipation of contact with the God to whom you will forever belong. Now, put the mutherfucking phone down and get in bed.” Then smiling said,” you fucking cunt.” I will never understand why fate chose to gift me with belonging to this Alpha Male God.

Night brother… i got this feeling that I am about to be aggressively entered, pumped full of His copius, liquid passion, and made to feel i do deserve His all-encompassing love. my Daddy, He gives me LIFE!

This is such a vibrant description of what happens inside a faggot when owned completely by an Alpha Male.

We faggots are broken creatures. Scared. Insecure. The world around us feels dangerous and threatening.

So when an Alpha comes into our life and takes ownership of us, he brings with him order and purpose. We mindlessly work and tirelessly serve like hyperactive mice to make our Alpha happy, partially because, like a drug addict, we are afraid we will lose him.

So when an Alpha gives his faggot permission to decompress and commendation for a job well done, in that contemplative space the faggot becomes overwhelmed. All of these strong, suppressed emotions spring forth uncontrollably.

When a faggot is cunted, something similar happens. I strongly suspect it’s this phenomenon I’m talking about here.

Yes, it’s a shock reaction I’m describing. If you’ve ever seen a front-line worker during a disaster, they work so hard for so long, often subsisting on pure adrenaline alone … but once the danger has passed, they collapse and weep out of either joy or agony.

Cunted faggots or faggots in situations like Jamie’s above weep mostly out of extreme joy and gratitude. We break down because we feel so unworthy of our owner’s love and wise concern.

Master Dino may not have reacted to Jamie’s outburst, but inside he will remember every sob and every tear. These were the emotions of his faggot, his most valuable possession, gratefully offered in tribute to its god.

This is the very essence of this most primal and Hierarchical union. Alpha and faggot. Owner and owned. Master and slave. God and servant.

However it’s called, beneath it all runs deep and powerful rivers of respect, gratitude, adoration, and love.

Never feel ashamed to break down and share your feelings of gratitude with your Alpha. In his presence you are safe, and at his feet you are free.