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This site is unique among almost all others because of something I started doing from the very beginning of FagsWorshipAlphas.com (the predecessor of this site), namely, my in-depth interviews and thread coverage of developing stories. It arose from the “Ask A Question” feature on Tumblr and my liberal publishing of my email address. In those early days it was a literal deluge of questions and stories I accepted as true.
Admittedly, some of those early stories strained credulity. I rejected some outright, while others I took way too much time interviewing other people involved in order to corroborate what I was being told before publishing them. Nobody outside of me knows the lengths I went to in order to get verification on these stories, but I’ll tell you I had some very long nights of email-threaded conversations before I ever hit “SEND” on a post.
And even with all of that exhaustive effort, I STILL had people accusing me of being a liar or a writer of fiction or a purveyor of dark, twisted behaviors. It was most hilariously off-base during the two years I covered the three straight Alphas in Toronto who owned seven faggots. I was called a liar more times than I can recall, even while I was engaged with separate conversations with all of the Alphas and all seven faggots! Can you even imagine doing THAT much work??
Then came the truly incredible story of straight Master Dino and his wealthy fagwife Jamie, his virile Alpha sons, and the household of other Alphas and rooms full of faggots. I’ll admit myself that the story seemed too insane to be true, but I have been talking to almost EVERY adult in that crowded household for FIVE YEARS now. I challenge anyone to handle that massive avalanche of emails whenever there is a development in The Family. Even after all of that work on my part, I’m still called a liar by some.
However, those accusers are 100% wrong.
In addition to my work chronicling these true stories of hierarchy, I’ve also been a pioneer in assisting parents who are dealing with minor sons who are either Alpha or faggot. This has been controversial, naturally, but I don’t do anything without the parent (who is always the one contacting me). Why do I do it? Because I’m a researcher, and this site is my laboratory where I daily prove one of the most fundamental truths of human life: HIERARCHY. To that end, I’m proving that these roles are something inborn in each of us. But ultimately, I’m helping these parents and their kids grow closer together and be comforted by accepting the truth about what’s happening.
Admittedly, I have less ability to verify those stories because I generally don’t talk to the sons. However, I also work under the assumption that the parents contacting me aren’t purposely wasting a bunch of time concocting creepy stories about their kids just to fool me.
Is that possible? Of course. But those kinds of stories seem implausible to be the work of fakery, especially when they’re so willing to engage in multiple emails to discuss the details.
I’m saying all of this because I had people on the Hierarchy University Discord accusing me of publishing false stories, namely, the ongoing thread about Sophie and her Alpha son Master Lucas. Sophie originally wrote to me after doing a search about the behaviors she noticed in her 15-year-old son. She wanted advice. Then she put me in touch with Master Lucas, and I was privileged to help him, too.
Again, I don’t know why anyone would spend months maintaining a lie, and I felt like they both sounded credible. But doubters in the age of Trump believe nothing, and this story has joined the others as ones dismissed as fake.
So I contacted Sophie to ask her if she’d be willing to briefly talk to me over the phone to verify her identity. She wrote this in reply:
Dear servant sam,
Thank you for your answer and your write-up. I always appreciate your celebration of my son’s superiority. For the picture you attached, my Lucas is still leaner than that (and with a cuter face… but I’m not objective!) but he is really becoming hunky. I must add that “making love” was the terminology he used with me… but he was probably protecting his mother’s sensibility!
I’m very sorry that you are being troubled because of your sharing of our conversations. I admit that I really prefer not going beyond our email exchanges and I’m grateful for your understanding. I don’t want you to feel bad or to be harassed because of all this and I would of course understand if you prefer to no longer publish Lucas’ story.
I thank you for your kindness and your respect towards us,
Kind regards
Sophie
So she refused my request, but her reply (like her other letters) strike me as genuine.
But let me once again reiterate my position on this issue. I have NEVER knowingly published fiction on this site that wasn’t labeled as such. I spend a lot of time doing as much legwork as possible to get the story accurate and honest. When my research eventually uncovers a phony, I have removed the thread and printed a retraction. That is my commitment to the truth.
I stand behind the story of Sophie and Master Lucas.
Anyone who disagrees can simply walk away from the site, the Discord, the podcast, and me. But I will not be accused by people who can’t even comprehend the massive amount of dedication I’ve put into getting this right.
Always,
sam the faggot
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
If I had to come up with a list of most exciting true stories of 2025, the revelation of teenaged Alpha Master Lucas and his insightful mother Queen Sophie might be near the top.
When I read Sophie’s initial letter about her son, it almost seemed unreal. Here was this mother who was simultaneously frightened and thrilled by the rising power of 15-year-old Master Lucas, a straight Alpha who already owned multiple faggot schoolmates. Her pride was tempered by fears of the unknown as he grew even more powerful.
I give women a lot of shit for being clueless and hierarchically incompetent, but Sophie is anything but that. She has a deep appreciation for Alphas, and she very much wants her son to become the most powerful Alpha on the planet if possible.
Sophie reminds me of the Queens of antiquity who would murder people who stood in the way of their son’s ascendancy. Would Queen Sophie do the same? Yes, I believe she would!
After a long break and several ignored emails, Sophie has returned with a most insightful update!
Dear servant Sam,
It’s been forever since I last replied to you. I must say that I haven’t much time. Over the last few months, Lucas and I have both been very busy with lots of family, work, and school matters. I thought I’d take a few minutes to update you on a few things.
This year, since September, Lucas has been attending weekly boarding high school: he spends the week there and comes home most weekends. As I’m also very busy on weekends, we don’t always see each other. But I can see that he has been working out and is becoming quite a handsome young man, even though he retains his youthful charm (and I will always see him as my little boy!). I often run into some of Lucas’s classmates who came to our house on weekends. I could easily see the different hierarchical circles: his close friends who are almost his equals (although he is clearly the leader), his more submissive followers, and his most devoted servants. His new best friend once whispered to me with a big smile, “Lucas is the undisputed king of the high school! The dorm practically belongs to him.” All of them are very respectful towards me, even the “tough guys” among them, which I am very pleased about.
Once, I came home on a Saturday evening to find my Lucas sitting on the sofa, chatting happily with two friends, while two servants were licking his feet, another was kneeling and holding out a tray to him, and another was massaging his back. I must say it was a fascinating sight! (And my mother’s heart leapt with pride!)
Even though we see each other much less often, our mother-son relationship is better than ever. On the rare occasions when we are alone, Lucas is very affectionate with me. We spent Christmas Eve just the two of us, and he hugged me tightly and whispered, “It’s great to be an alpha, but I know it’s sometimes hard for you to raise one. I love you, Mom, thank you for everything.” I assured him that I was immensely proud of him and that I wanted him to enjoy his superiority to the fullest.
It’s true that his first few months at boarding school weren’t without a few worries. I’ve already had some tense encounters with the administration after Lucas made love to three girls from the school, including one in her final year. But things have smoothed over, notably because the girls have all come out fervently in Lucas’s defense.
My good Sam, may I say a few personal words to you? Seeing my son’s growing power, even from afar, part of me can’t help but long to meet a real alpha male my age who would make me his. As an upper-level executive, I am pleased to be a powerful and independent woman; I enjoy having men under my command. I can see that they are beta males in the hierarchy and have no issue giving them orders. But there is a part of me that remembers (and my son by himself is a constant reminder) that real men do exist. Men of extraordinary human, physical, and moral qualities. I hope one day to meet a superior man who knows how to put me in my place, make me fully feel like a woman, and whom I can worship and love as he deserves. But whether that day comes or not, I am happy for the young women whom Lucas will honor with his virility! Watch out, girls, my son is coming to take what is his!
That’s all I have for you now, good Sam! I don’t know if I’ll have time to write to you soon, but I wish you a very happy New Year’s Eve and, in advance, all my best wishes for 2026!
Kind regards,
Sophie
Isn’t that a breathtaking letter?!?
It’s pretty clear that Master Lucas’s power has only increased since our last correspondence. Imagine being a 15/16-year-old male who can hang with his Alpha pack while being served and serviced by four faggots! Master Lucas puts Alphas twice his age to shame!
It’s pretty clear that Master Lucas is rapidly approaching God Alphahood. He seems to effortlessly command faggots, betas, and other Alphas. Even school administrators are bending to his will!
And now Master Lucas has started fucking pussy!
Prior to this I hadn’t asked anything about Master Lucas’s sexuality because I wanted him to develop naturally. But now he’s fucked (it wasn’t “making love” as Sophie described it … he FUCKED them) at least three girls (including an older girl!), so he’s begun to experience the real power all Alphas carry between their legs. He’s also going to need to learn how to handle female self-righteousness and general ignorance to hierarchy. I have no doubt that he’s more than powerful enough to submit them.
I LOVED what Master Lucas’s Alpha brother said to Sophie about Master Lucas being the King of their high school! That right there is practically an endorsement for God Alphahood!
I also love Master Lucas’s tender conversation with Sophie over Christmas. It was both his acknowledgement of his growing Alpha powers as well as her insightful encouragement of his abilities. That was probably the best gift Sophie received this holiday season!
Sophie’s final, wistful thoughts about wanting to find an Alpha of her own really touched me. She pulled back the iron door of her successful life as an executive to reveal the woman inside desperate to submit and serve. That took guts! Most women are too proud or too stupid to admit such a thing.
But Sophie has had training in hierarchy that other women haven’t. She’s witnessed the truth of it first-hand through the rise of her God Alpha son!
I thank Queen Sophie for such a deep and resonant update, as well as Master Lucas for allowing her to!
Always,
sam the faggot
The following post is part of a thread testifying to the life of complete service of a faggot named John who lived as the property of a gay Alpha named Master Norman. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I get a lot of questions about life as an owned faggot, life as a faggot object, and life as a faggot slave. Every so often I’ve been able to feature a really intense, all-encompassing view of the life of a faggot slave. For example, longtime readers will remember by old thread about Tim, a live-in faggot slave of an abusive straight Alpha. These more intense examples are hard to find, because most of these fag brothers are too immersed in their responsibilities to ever have the time to communicate with me.
I was recently contacted by a faggot named John who spent more than twenty years as the in-home faggot property and cash fag to a gay Alpha named Master Norman. I received John’s testimony in a few pieces, so I’m assembling them here as one full account. However, it paints a vivid picture of a life spent in completely immersive service to a very powerful Man!
[A note before you read: John refers to himself as “it” throughout his narrative.]At the age of 26, it became the property of Master Norman. As Master explained years later, He took control of it because it impressed Him as a hard worker with plenty of income potential.
THE NEW ARRANGEMENT
It met Master Norman at a party. He asked for its phone number and later arranged to meet it for coffee. After several such meetings and long discussions, He proposed the arrangement described in the account and accepted it for a trial period of three months. There was a contract specifying its duties in detail and giving Master Norman the option of extending the contract for as long as He wished. it did not have the right to an opinion. At the end of that trial period, He claimed ownership.
Master took charge of its finances. He confiscated its credit and debit cards and its checkbook and let it use them only with permission and only for a single purchase or use at a time. It was required to explain why it needed to spend the money and beg Master to be allowed to do so. Master allowed it a weekly allowance that it was permitted to use only to buy small things such as coffee or snacks at work necessary to maintain the minimal interactions with coworkers. It had to keep a record of all such expenditures and present it to Master on Sunday for review. Any unused money had to be returned to Master.
Master required it to live as frugally as possible and reduce personal expenses to a minimum. It ate cheap food so that Master could have better food. It wore cheaper clothes so that Master could wear higher quality clothes. It took public transportation so that Master could afford a car worthy of His status. It socialized with others only at work
In addition, it paid Master a monthly rent. Master once explained to a friend of His that the rent covered His mortgage payments and utility bills. Master had an old house that had a small maid’s apartment off the kitchen. This provided a fiction for tax purposes that it was just a renter.
It also paid for all groceries and minor household items like cleaning products and gardening supplies (at the major weekly grocery shopping, it asked for cash back—this was how it got the weekly allowance mentioned above, paid for out of the money in “its” bank account) Master paid for all major items such as furniture and appliances but then assessed it an additional “gift” each month to help pay for them. On the rare occasions when Master took it along with Him when he went to a restaurant, Master allowed it to pay for the meal.
In return for Master’s acceptance of it into His household, it did all household chores (cooking, cleaning, minor repairs and general upkeep) and yardwork, thus saving Master the need to pay others to do these chores. If the repairs or yardwork were beyond its abilities, it paid for the workmen hired to do them. For major repairs such as reroofing the house or painting the outside of the house, it gave Master a series of monthly “gifts” until the cost was paid off.
(For anyone contemplating such an arrangement, note that rent counts as income and is hence taxable. “Gifts” and purchases such as groceries do not, Since Master was renting part of His home, it could deduct all or part of the major expenses that He paid directly as expenses on the rental property.)
Master also managed the investment of its income and controlled the amounts deducted from its salary for pensions and insurance. His control of its finances extended into all areas.
THE SEXUAL SIDE OF BEING OWNED
Master Norman was a gay Alpha, although He did not use that term. He acknowledged that He was a Master, but He didn’t like to be called that, preferring “Sir” or “Esquire.” He was a lawyer and wore suits and ties for work and dressed in rather upscale casual wear otherwise. He eschewed leather, saying that “wearing the hide of a dead cow was a form of drag” and that “it was an attempt on the part of the insecure to borrow the supposed masculinity of a bull.”
Master did not use it for sexual purposes, explaining that His interest in it was purely financial. He did not find it to His taste. He used others for His sexual needs. Occasionally if He had a partner who needed sexual relief, He might require iI to suck the man off. If Master had had a stressful day, He might use it as a whipping boy if no one else was available. Master did not permit it to engage in sex. On the first day of each month, when it presented the rent check to Master, Master sometimes permitted it to kneel and masturbate before Him. If it didn’t ejaculate within a minute or so, Master would withdraw the permission.
He did use others for sexual purposes. On your hierarchy, they would probably be classed as betas or subs. Some of them were long-term.
Almost every Wednesday a man it dubbed “the professor” because of the way he dressed and behaved would visit the house. As part of its duties, it would escort him to the playroom in the basement, ask if he wanted anything (the answer was always “no, thank you”), and then leave him. Master would join him later. Their sessions always began with Master spanking him. What else went on between them, it does not know. It could hear the spanking but then there would be no noise audible upstairs for a half-hour or so after the spanking stopped. It had to clean up the playroom afterwards and put away the paddles and belts and floggers, etc., Master had used. Very occasionally, Master would call it to the basement and have it suck the professor’s dick for a while. On those occasions, the professor still wore his suitcoat, white shirt, and tie, but his trousers and underpants were pushed down around his ankles. The Master did not make it suck the professor until he came. After a few minutes, the Master would order it to leave. After it closed the door to the basement stairs, the spanking would resume.
Master also had men He fucked. They followed a pattern—all in their early to mid-twenties, all well-built and good-looking, and all well-dressed. Those who came to the house were always dressed in high-end casual—trousers rather than jeans, well-polished shoes rather than sneakers, long-sleeve shirts rather than tees. Master would see an individual once or twice a week for half a year or so and then move on to a new person. He seemed to like them to be very verbal. Even upstairs it could hear them begging Him to fuck them and then telling Him what a great fuck He was. Again, when they arrived, it would show them to the basement playroom, ask them if they needed anything (on the first few visits they often asked for something to drink, but they soon stopped doing that), and then leave them to wait by themselves. To judge from the noises coming from the basement and the toys it had to clean and put away afterwards, Master abused some of them sadistically. But for the most part, He appeared only to fuck them. They always left looking very disheveled and dizzy.
Master also saw other men outside the house, but it doesn’t know what He did with them. As far as it knows, it was Master’s only cashfag, but there could have been others. It was His only domestic servant.
It was never kept locked in chastity. As explained before, it was allowed only one ejaculation a month, when it presented the rent check to Master. Incidentally Master made it wear a condom when it knelt before HIm and jerked off. None of its cum was to sully the floor of Master’s office. It was difficult at first not to cum spontaneously at other times, especially when Master was disciplining it for its failures to observe the rules or keep His house and property as He wished. But it eventually learned that fags experience sexual pleasure only with their Master’s permission.
THE END EVENTUALLY COMES
Master was 43 at the time He took charge of it. He retired 22 years later and moved away, dismissing it from His service. Thanks to Master’s control, its finances were is excellent shape.
Master gave it two month’s warning of His intention to move to Hawaii after He retired. He explained that it no longer interested Him and that He had made other arrangements. He helped it find a condo to buy (with its own money) and let it keep the bed and other furniture in its quarters as well as much of the kitchen equipment. It continued to work for Master until the last day, oversaw the movers, and prepped the house for sale. After Master left, it never heard from Him again. It had no way of contacting Him
Of course, when Master left, it was bereft. Master had provided structure and order and purpose in its life, and those security blankets were suddenly gone. It took some time for it to learn to function on its own. It still doesn’t feel right for it to be unowned.
I thank John for his honesty!
My heart does break for John because he clearly adored Master Norman, and now Master Norman is gone for good and John is all alone after a couple of decades of faithful service. I’d be curious to hear from faggots who claim to be ready for such a life – what do you think after hearing about John’s life of service? Is it for you?
I really admire the lengths John went in order to fulfill his purpose! I love how, even through his heartbreak from losing his Master, he still yearns to return to that life! That’s because serving superior Men is its own form of deep satisfaction!
Thank you, my dear brother! Your example of faithfulness will stay here and cherished for a lifetime!
A Man and his faggot can be beautiful, touching, and warm.
As a Man takes ownership of a faggot, the faggot puts its trust in the Man to train it, protect it, and use it to the fullest.
In return, the faggot’s submission, grows the power of the Man.
A perfect symbiosis.
The following post is part of a thread documenting the service discoveries of Tim, a faggot in a long-term open-but-vanilla relationship who seeks part-time ownership from an Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I was pretty thrilled to read faggot Tim’s (literally) steamy account of servicing a couple of Alphas in the sauna of his gym. You can read that by CLICKING HERE. The entire episode is a microcosm of everything that happens between Alphas and faggots when they find themselves in compromising places. It began with subtle foot tempting by one Alpha toward Tim, and ended with Tim servicing two Alphas! It’s practically textbook!
However, gym saunas (that are not outright gay establishments) pose all sorts of difficulties when it comes to satisfying hierarchical duties. Indeed, in Tim’s first letter they were interrupted multiple times by visitors and passersby.
I told Tim that it was clear he was going to encounter at least one of the two Alphas again soon, but I didn’t know it would be THE VERY NEXT DAY!
However, this time they had a most unwelcome visitor:
Hi Sam,
i went back to the gym today and after my workout i was getting ready to go into the steam room and the manspreading Alpha arrived! I couldn’t believe it. I went in and He joined me after he got undressed. Of course i immediately started worshiping Him. I started by massaging his shoulders and stroking His cock some and He was rubbing my neck and forcefully guided my mouth to His perfect Alpha cock. i learned more about how He likes to be worshiped from His guidance. He was fingering my furry faggot hole and I was really trying to make Him cum. It was incredible!
But then, ugh, the manager opened the door and we were caught. The manager was pretty chill about it. He said ‘That’s not cool guys. I’m gonna have to report you to headquarters.” and left. So Alpha and i exchanged looks and staggered our exit. I showered and He was getting dressed when I came out to get dressed.We talked a bit. He was super sweet. Always surprising how forceful and Alpha can be but also sweet. He has kind of a hippy vibe. Then the manager came back and asked me my first name and said I should be hearing from the members manager via email by the end of the day. After he left, Alpha and i had another chat kind of rolling our eyes about it all and then He left.
As i was leaving and passing the front desk, the manager said ” Have a great day.” So i approached him and apologized (he is definitely gay) and said it was a bad choice. He said he understood and it happens and it’s no judgement on his part. i asked him what he thought would happen and he said my membership may be suspended but he’s not really sure. I thanked him and left.
This happened around 11am. It’s 3pm now and i am home with my partner playing if off as any other lazy Saturday at home. Inside i am having a major panic attack. i’m catastrophizing big time and full on expecting the cops to show up at my house. my rational mind is saying “thousands of men around the world are hooking up in steam rooms right now, it’s not a big deal” but the rest of my mind is playing out all these horrible outcomes. i’ve been considering cancelling my membership and ignoring any emails about this i get. But of course, that will involve some communication with the gym as cancelling a gym membership is never easy!
i am gonna try and wait it out for now. Maybe there will be no email and it was just a verbal threat and warning and the manager cut us a break? I wish! i’m trying to have a sense of humor about it but i also feel a lot of shame and am crashing and am feared up. Could they file a police report?! i was so high from it all and thought i was on a rise in my faggot servitude. Feeling like i took 100 steps back.
Thanks for listening Sam,
faggot Tim
sub4MASTERplease – discord
I figured the God Alpha was going to return to the scene of the crime and reclaim his new faggot! And it sounds like they picked right back up where they left off!
But then that damned manager had to come along and enforce the rules!
I understand why Tim felt so hysterical after being caught, but he really should rely on the God Alpha’s lead here. The God Alpha didn’t seem to care at all about being caught, and I think he knows it’s nothing (or will be). It’s simply understood that Alphas can and will do whatever they want.
For faggots, there’s always fear and uncertainty. However, this is just one gym with no real power other than cancelling a membership. It’s no biggie.
But I do think it’s imperative that Tim exchanges numbers with the God Alpha. Why this hasn’t happened already is quite baffling to me. That way Tim can serve away from prying eyes!
The following post is part of a thread documenting the service discoveries of Tim, a faggot in a long-term open-but-vanilla relationship who seeks part-time ownership from an Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
How many times have I recommended gyms and gym locker rooms to both Alphas and faggots over the years? I’ve served Alphas in gyms, and I’ve chronicled many Alphas and faggots who have found success there. Gyms are notoriously great places for Alpha/faggot connections because of the fact that working out floods Alphas with testosterone (and faggots with Alpha pheremones), and the pumps they receive get them feeling their own powerful sexual presence. It’s literally gasoline on red-hot coals.
Another great reason why gyms are such effective pick-up places is because of hierarchical energy. Alphas love to flex around other males is order to reinforce hierarchy, and they also love to show off their easy power. There are few flexes more dramatic than an Alpha claiming a faggot in the middle of a room full of Men! Trust me on this … I’ve been to PRISON, after all!
The latest evidence of the power of gyms to connect Alphas and faggots might be the greatest (and certainly hottest) story this site has ever featured. It’s an account from a faggot named Tim, a late-forties gay male in a long-term vanilla relationship in the northeastern corner of the United States. It’s the perfect example of a faggot being yielding to the hierarchical winds blowing him toward destiny, and then being unafraid to take action when that moment arrives.
My comments after. Buckle up, because this is one incredible story:
Hey Sam,
i had a pretty intense faggot experience today that i think moved me forward in my efforts to find an ongoing Sir. I’m in a smaller big city in the north east, masculine presenting faggot in my late 40’s. My gym is mostly straight in the business section of center city. Very rarely have i been able to serve Men in the steam room. Today i had the steam room all to myself, then hit the shower. As i was drying off at my locker with my tiny fag cock out, i caught eyes with a Man going in. He sat down near the glass door and was staring at me , nodding His head in a “get in here” gesture. So of course i did, sat next to Him with my towel undone and He pulled out his massive Man cock and I blew Him. He was pushing my face under his balls close to his furry asshole. He smell d amazing post workout. My tiny cock was leaking like crazy. He came in my mouth and gave me a good face slap and left.
i was pretty happy! This never happens! It was worth using my drying towel in the steam room and now only having 2 small hand towels to dry off with. i waited a minute or so and left the sauna.
As i was coming out a tall Man with dreads wrapped up and slightly spilling out watched me and i couldn’t help look him in the eyes and than it was hard to look away. We was taking his clothes off and i couldn’t tell if He was going to work out or wanted me to go back in the steam room. So i checked my phone at my locker and lingered and our eyes kept meeting. He was humming and had super cheery vibe. i was confused and cold so i started to make my way to the shower and He gave me look as i passed him that after a few more steps past Him, i honored my impulse to turn back, put my soap back in my locker and go the the steam room.
2 guys were in there sitting on the higher bench. The seating is an L shape, with the bottom of the L having 2 levels and the long part of the L just one level of seating. The 2 guys on the 2nd level with their feet on the 1st level of wooden bench, were spaced in a way that they took up the width of the upper bench. 1 guy was super hot, looked straight, late 50’s, on His phone with His pretty big cock hanging out of His towel. The other guy looked like a 40 something quiet, maybe gay, type of guy. I sat on the one leveled long part of the L so I was in profile to the 2 guys sitting on level 2. Then the Sir that was staring at me in the locker room walked in. towel in hand, not around His body. He gestured to the 2 guys on level 2 and they both moved to their corners and He sat between them. He was tall and he manspread and took up al His space. His cock was the perfect big cock size. i followed my impulse to open my towel so my tiny fag cock was visible to Him. He stretched His arms out and sighed, or more like mad an ahhh sound. Just owning the steam room.
Then He stretched His leg out and his foot was right in front of my face! I stared as it and followed it as he put it back down. Then he stretched his other leg so his other foot was right in front of my face. I followed it back. This repeated. i wanted to kiss them each time they were directly in front of my face. i tried to scope out the other 2 guys. The guy with his cock out and on his phone was so hard to read. I kept thinking – who brings their phone into a steam room?! – Probably not someone who wants a faggot to worship their cock. the other guy I felt like he would be jerking off to whatever i did to the Alpha. So i didn’t make a move. i took a few breaks and sat outside the steam room. i hoped the other guys would leave. They all stayed in there the entire time, never even taking a break.
After what felt like hours but was about 20 minutes, i went back in after my 4th or so break and after a few minutes the phone guy left. Alpha stretched out his foot right in front of my face and i kissed it. He put His big toe in my mouth. I sucked it. I licked the sole of His foot. He put it down and i followed it with my head and kissed the top of it. He lifted his other foot and I kissed it, put as much of it in my mouth as i could as He extended his leg fully, stretching it. The other guy slid closer to Sir and was stroking his now hard Alpha cock. I started massaging the free foot with my hands when using my mouth to worship the other. A few moments of pause when people walked by. One of the stops the other guy left. Finally alone with the Alpha, Sir. Ad then another time we paused because the phone guy came back. He took his towel off and sat on it with His big cock out! So i just went back to worshiping Alpha’s feet. One of the times we came back from another quick pause I slid over to the lower bench, between his legs and put His cock in my mouth. it was hard and big enough to be hard and hanging down into my mouth. my hands were massaging his foot. i was sure to get my mouth on his balls and get a good sniff under His balls. He put the foot that was in my hands in my mouth. i sucked on his foot as deep as i could. He moaned. I grabbed the other Sir’s foot and massaged it. He was stroking His cock. Alpha moaned again and I looked over at His cock and He was cumming! A nice slow ooze of a load all over His inner thigh. He put His cock in my mouth to take the rest of it and then i licked all the Alpha cum off His inner thigh. We had a quick stop pause as a guy walked by causing me to move back to my seat across from Him. He stood up and stretched His arms, holding his towel He had been sitting on. His cock was swinging and he sighed a very satisfied sigh and left.
I slid back over to be under the phone Man’s cock. He fed it to me and He gestured for me to sit up on the upper tier next to Him. I did and He grabbed the back if my head and guided it to His cock. I sucked it nice and slow until we had to pause again and He said “I don’t wanna get thrown outta here” and slapped His cock against my cheek and left.
Okay, you can breathe now!
First of all, I’m so proud of my brother Tim for stepping up when the moment called for action even though he wasn’t exactly sure what kind of reaction he might receive! He was successful because he trusted this hierarchical truth: being submissive and worshipful to Alphas will almost always result in a positive response because Alphas all love to be worshiped!
Buoyed by that truth, Tim was able to do remarkable things to serve multiple Alphas in a gym sauna!
Notice also that Tim paid attention to the Alphas in the locker room, noticing their signals and obeying them! A faggot MUST carefully watch the Alphas around them, being observant for clues that can lead to service opportunities. Tim did that, and he achieved success!
Notice also: Tim perfectly describes the actions of a verifiable God Alpha with the manspreading Alpha who directed the other two Alphas in the sauna. My hierarchical diagram continues to prove to be true!
Now Tim had a few questions. I want to make sure I answer them as well:
i couldn’t believe all the luck i had today. i wanted to share it with you and ask you the questions that were going through my mind as i rode home on the bus. i’m in an open gay ltr that’s vanilla and i’m very happy in it. i don’t want to be a live in or 24/7 faggot. i want to serve within my limitations. i know that sounds counter to what a faggot is. is there room for a faggot like me in this? i hope to find an Alpha that will need a fag on the side. i can’t do findom but am eager to serve in all the ways i can with limits pushed as well, just not changing the course of my life outside of being a faggot. i believe there is an alpha out there that will fit with me. Ive met a few over the years but none that lasted too long. What do you think, Sam?
My other question – am i on the right track with my behavior today? i hope to see one of the 2 Alphas i met today. Interestingly, the 2nd one (phone Alpha) seemed like an even better fit but not really sure. Hope i run into them both again at the gym. Any ideas as to how to approach them when i do?
i’m sub4MASTERplease on the Discord. Not sure if it’s ok to include that. Love to hear from anyone who has thoughts as well.
Thanks Sam,
faggot Tim
To answer Tim’s concerns:
Tim is a terrific example of perfect faggot behavior. Yes, he’s in a relationship, but even so he’s still seeking out Alphas to serve and then serving them! He asks if that’s okay to serve “part-time” and still be a faggot. The very fact that he’s asking such a thing is proof that he’s an amazing faggot. That’s the right mindset. I’m so proud of him for this!
As for his question about being on the right track, all I can say is YES YOU ARE, BROTHER! These Alphas have identified Tim as a very good, obedient, service-oriented faggot. They are coming back for more service, and I know Tim will be at the gym ready for anything!
Thank you, Tim, for sharing your incredible triumph and the wisdom it imparts! I can’t wait to connect to you on Discord!
Love,
sam the faggot
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a 20-year-old French Alpha named Flynn as he navigates his college years. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
For most Alphas, college is a critical time of exploration and experimentation. They have all of this developing power and undeniable dominant urges, but they’re often unsure about what they can do with it. Speaking as a 30-year faggot, I already know they can literally do anything they want – I’ve SEEN it – but they’re too young to know this. It’s even worse when they don’t have any early Alpha mentors to guide that development.
Alpha Flynn is a 20-year-old college Alpha in France. He wrote to me a few weeks ago about Alpha latency (READ HERE). Now he returns with a few other questions about his current situation. I’ll follow with some suggestions.
Hello fag Sam, I’m Flynn. I don’t know if you remember me but we have talked about Alpha latency earlier this year I think. For context, I’m a 20 yo gay French Alpha and I’m a student.
I’m kind of struggling with my Alphahood nowadays because I really don’t find the time to use fags and connect with other Alphas. I’ll tell you the reasons :
I really hope you can find ways for me to explore my Alphahood. I am still open to long distance relationships or going to bars but I am not a fan of that solution. Do you have any advice on how I can meet fags (at least virtually, I already have an account on Recon) or meet other Alphas ?
Have a great New Year’s Eve so you (and readers out there) can start 2026 the best way possible, your website is really useful remember that
Alpha Flynn
I really love Alpha Flynn’s honesty. It’s okay to be Alpha be also be vulnerable and unsure, especially when an Alpha is young.
My advice is pretty simple. It goes like this:
Those are my personal suggestions. I want nothing more than Alpha Flynn’s complete fulfillment. I believe he will have great success if he follows my suggestions.
Thank you, Alpha Flynn, for being such a great example!
Over the many years since my rape at age 19, I’ve had a lot of conflicting feelings. At first I was frightened of the bleeding and the fear of disease. Then shame settled over me like a heavy veil, and occasionally bursts of rage would erupt (usually when drinking).
You can imagine my horror when, years later, I developed excitement and gratitude when thinking about my rape. I couldn’t hardly believe I felt this way. So I did research, and discovered that many rape victims develop a Stockholm-like response to the trauma of being raped. We begin to yearn for more with our rapists. Sometimes we miss them more than we miss dear ones we’ve lost in life, which is even more disgusting. Believe me, the shame from those feelings is worse than the shame of the rape itself.
Needless to say, the reactions to rape are varied and complex.
I state this because a faggot in the Hierarchy University Discord (LINK HERE) reached out to me about a letter he wrote to his rapist after many years. I encouraged him to send it to me so I can share it with all of you. There’s almost no chance that his rapist will ever see it, of course, but it’s cathartic for a victim to do SOMETHING with their tangled emotions.
So I reprint if here:
Hi Brother Sam, and dear readers, hope you all had great holidays, as some of you might know, my story might be messed up, but I’ve come to a happy conclusion.
Thanks to Sam and various Alphas I’ve come to be happy about my past, and that it showed me my true nature, and I to celebrate that, decided to write a letter.
Many years have passed, do you still remember me, I ask myself daily, I certainly do, I remember many details of that night, your beard on my neck, your grunts with every snap of your hips, your hand on my hip keeping me steady, the taste of your hand on my mouth mixed with my tears, the feeling of your cock plunging deep in me, the feeling of your seed escaping my gaping hole…
I remember it all, the emptiness that you left inside me, I hated it, inside my mind, inside my body, it was everywhere all consuming… I thought you raped me, but now I know better, you didn’t Sir, you saw I was a faggot, and used me as you saw fit at the time, so THANK YOU Sir, while I was unwilling at the time, my views have changed, and I forgive you, even if there’s nothing to forgive anymore, as I from the present, give you the consent for your past actions.
Thank you Sir, for showing me my true shelf, for making me a better faggot, thank you. I do not know who you are, hopefully you read this and know it’s about you, but I doubt it, even so, I believe it needs to be expressed, and that maybe by chance you’ll read it… Then know Sir, that you’re my first Alpha, my first Sir, and you will always be in my mind, and that I would love to serve you again Sir, willingly with my entire soul.
I’m grateful to this brother for opening his heart and sharing it with us. I hope he finds continued peace and joy in service, using the lessons he’s learned about himself through being raped.
We have two choices when enduring a crisis: crumble and die, or make new bricks from the wreckage and rebuild. My brother and I chose to rebuild, and we are better for it!
