The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The transformation of straight Master Mike has been pretty astounding, but unsurprising. Over the years I have witnessed many powerful straight Alphas profoundly changed by the ownership of a good faggot; think of Masters Jin, Nick, and Matt from Canada, just to name a few. These straight Alphas come to understand that a faggot truly fulfills certain aspects of their Alphahood that cannot be accessed any other way, and so they become protective of it the same way they protect their faithful dog or their prized car.
When I first met Master Mike, he had been Benjamin’s good friend for many years and was just beginning to accept and understand Benjamin’s purpose as a faggot. In other words, there was already a friendship there, but he was now shifting the focus of the friendship towards one of service and ownership. This is often a difficult transition, but things seemed to be moving along orderly.
But then something recently happened to awaken Master Mike’s protective instincts, and like any great Protector Alpha, he moved quickly to fix it. Read on:
It has been a busy couple of weeks. Thought I would reach out to catch you up now everything is settled down. Benji is now fully moved in with me. The lease on his flat will be up at the end of next month but we moved his stuff into my spare room. If you remember the dickhead who was trying to get to him? The one who was at my Alpha party and tried to order him around. Well he didn’t take the hint when I told him to fuck off and leave Benji alone. I don’t know how he found out where it was but he turned up at Benji’s work (my guess is LinkedIn) one afternoon and followed Benji home. We didn’t realise this. Cut 3 days later when Benji was at my place cleaning. His phone starts going off with his doorbell camera. The fucker spent 30 mins knocking at the door and asking to be let in. We have passed it to the police along with the texts. But Benji didn’t feel safe in his home so he permanently lives with me now. I don’t think any normal man would not leap at the offer of a live in housecleaning cooking double ended fleshlight lol. And if he is here I can keep him safe.
The sexual service has carried on. It doesn’t seem to matter how rough you get with a fag. They just take it and seem to love it. Benjis blowjobs have become an almost religious worship of my Alphahood rather than serving and swallowing. I also didn’t think it would be so much fun milking his faggot loads out of him. Thank you so much for your tip on faggot maintenance. Once a week he is tied down and uncaged. I finger his cunt till he cums and make him lick it up. He is permitted to clean himself and the cage under my supervision. And then it is back on. It is definitely going to be one of the things I teach the guys once we have sorted out some more faggots for the group. We have an audition next Sunday. Little local faggot (let’s call him Timmy). Just a poker night for us while Benji shows him the ropes. Might be fun for the guys to have a faggot ass I let them fuck too. Benji is mine. Timmy will be communal. Do you think that will cause a hierarchy between the faggots? Or do they only form between men with faggots as one bottom tier?
It’s so thrilling to me to hear how swiftly and decisively Master Mike acted in order to secure the safety of his faggot! It sounds like this other dude was pretty unhinged, and Benji is a helpless faggot who could’ve been hurt … or worse. I hate to even think about it!
But that is really what great Protector Alphas do – they act as a righteous buffer against toxic masculinity. They do this, not by being pussified, touchy-feely versions of Alphas, but rather by being a sort of ultimate warrior shielded by nobility and virtue and truth. Think Superman, without the tights. They truly are the real-life superheroes of our broken world.
Meanwhile, Master Mike is now enjoying full-time service of a talented and devoted faggot like Benji, and he loves it! I knew that Master Mike would eventually get to this point. All cocky, powerful Alphas like him eventually understand that they deserve such treatment. Also, the convenience of having a throat or a hole to fuck at any moment is beyond tempting for any Man. I found it funny that Master Mike mentioned the fact that faggots can be pounded brutally without complaint, but rather that brutality is met with enthusiasm. It’s just how we are wired.
But Master Mike is now plotting to become a mentor to his Alpha Pack brothers by teaching them the wonders of faggot ownership/use. This is a step toward God Alphahood, and I’m curious to see how this plays out. Typically, this is not a difficult process as long as the Alpha in the mentorship role is deeply respected and revered as I suspect Master Mike is.
Master Mike finished his latest story with this amusing anecdote:
Benji does seem very eager to give blowjobs. He also seems to be able to make me cum in about 5 mins but chooses to take as much time as I will give him. Had him suck me off for literally the whole of the Return of the King extended edition. Wanted to see when he would get bored but he didn’t let up. Kept it feeling good while not finishing me off.
Faggots have always surprised straight Alphas with our endurance and our eagerness to please. And every time I hear that, I smile. When will straight Alphas learn that faggots are BORN to serve them just the way they’ve always wanted?
This is the straight Alpha in his most natural element – balls-deep in a female, using her to express dominance and show off his power on camera. He’s fearless. He rules not only her, but the world. He fucks what he wants, breeds anything he wants, and is worshiped forever.
My Alpha and I been really lucky and blessed to have found each other. But I’m worried my sexual desires aren’t being met and I don’t know if me seeking to meet them is an insult to my Alpha Karim.
I had spent most of my twenties struggling with my identity as a faggot, before finally accepting myself and putting myself out there. I was really lucky to find my Alpha Karim and we were both in vulnerable places and were able to lift each other up and be better people, be better Alphas and faggots.
Alpha Karim had got a visa to my country with his fiance because it was her dream to live in the western world even if only for a couple of years before going back home. It was highly unusual for them to do in his culture in Iran, but he loved her and wanted to provide her the world. Unfortunately she took advantage of him and ran off after only a couple of months of them being here. It crushed Alpha Karim and broke him.
We got to know each other through some volunteer work I was doing at the time with visa workers and immigrants. I recognised he was an Alpha and I think deep inside he knew it too. We just became bonded so quickly. Though his religious beliefs were a huge barrier to him accepting himself as an Alpha.
Skip a few years, and we’ve been living with each other for almost 2 years in a unit we both rent together. I’ve never felt so at peace with myself and Alpha Karim has just been blowing me away with how more and more amazing he gets. He’s gotten over his fiance and even started dating again. And there’s just a light and spirit back in his life.
We’ve settled into a routine and I get to serve him a lot domestically through household chores and cleaning. Alpha Karim even allows me to massage his body and even kiss his feet as part of my special foot massage I like to give him. I’m so proud of how far he’s gotten past his guilt around his religion. He’s even divulged the nature of our relationship to one of his Iranian friends, Alpha Rasoul (I’m not sure if he is an Alpha or identifies as one but I don’t want to risk offending him).
I makes my heart sing that Alpha Karim really cherishes me giving my chastity to him and tells me how honoured and blessed he feels that I entrust the key to my chastity cage/belt and give over control to him. And I try to embrace as much of his culture and religion as he’ll teach me. But there are some hang ups from his religious beliefs that prevent me from getting to fulfill my sexual desire. He doesn’t believe in gay sex, not even oral. And he feels uncomfortable about me cumming to gay porn under his roof. When we’re unlocking the cage for hygiene checks and for rest breaks from chafing or rubbing, we agree for me to wank in the parklands near our house so I can get some sexual relief using my mobile phone and hiding behind a tree at night. But sometimes I just feel like it’s not very satisfying.
I mean Alpha Karim is the most amazing person I’ve ever met and he does allow for that physical and sensual connection between us whether it’s though massaging him or hugging or letting me kiss/lick his feet. He never gets upset when I sniff his dirty clothes (while I have the cage on). But with Alpha Karim’s needs being met by women and his religion making him cautious of gay acts, I wonder what ways I can get sexual satisfaction or whether I’m missing the forest for the trees? I have 1000 and 1 things to be grateful, am I being selfish and focussing on what I don’t have instead of being grateful for the wonderful life I do have?
Faggot James
Thanks for writing to me, brother!
Congratulations on finding such a true straight Alpha to serve! What you’ve accomplished with him, helping him to overcome Islamic programming to this point, is to be commended! That’s not an easy thing to do at all, because Islam is a very strict and fanatical religion in many ways.
But I think you realize that what you currently have with him is as far as it’s going to go (most likely). Now, what you have COULD be enough if you could control your sexual desires better and stop focusing on achieving sexual release. I don’t think you’re there yet, though.
Think about this: what is a faggot, exactly? A faggot is a slave/servant of superior Men. We exist to satisfy and please them in whatever way THEY want/need.
Notice that definition does not mention the needs of the faggot? That’s because a faggot is meant to be SELFLESS.
Master Karim has bent his belief system quite a bit already in order to allow you to serve him. He’s even taken you in, and he’s caring for your upkeep and training. And he’s so proud of you that he’s telling his friends about you and what you are. These are HUGE steps for someone like him, and it’s all due to your faithful and attentive service!
I would try to focus on those things you’re accomplishing through your submission, and relish the moments you get to serve such a powerful and magnificent Alpha Master!
Classic, perfect form for this reverent cocksucker, the exact kind of worship a God Alpha like @TheRealKingCock deserves! Deliberately long, slow strokes accentuate the length and girth of his meat, which excites him even more for penetration!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Much like the previous version of this site (FagsWorshipAlphas), there are God Alphas always hovering over HierarchyUniversity.com. They watch carefully, studying what I say here and thoughtfully consider the comments and experiences left here by others. When necessary, they make their opinions known to me if they think I need adjustment or encouragement. It’s a presence I’ve always felt and appreciated, even if it caused me some level of anxiety. As a faggot, I desperately want to please these greatest Men and make them proud.
One of my favorite God Alpha mentors is the glorious Asian Alpha Master Toople. He always has an opinion about Hierarchy given the fact that he’s been a leader and breeder in it for so many years now. He and I have had many productive and enlightening conversations about aspects of hierarchy and the ownership of faggots since my return last year, and I consider him to be one of my most cherished and vital voices.
He read THIS POST about the experience of a faggot named Tyler and two very different Alphas, and it definitely triggered him to write about it. Here’s what Master Toople had to say:
I saw your post about Steve and Tyler and wanted to comment. Adam is no Alpha. Or if he is, he is a pre-alpha, with much to learn. As much as I enjoy the service of my fags and sluts, and revel in the physically and aggressively overpowering them into limp ragdolls, they are never worthless to me.
My sluts and fags have placed their trust in me to control, own, and master them. That is not just merely my right, but also my responsibility. As much as I have the alpha need to dominate and demand worship, there is also the masculine drive to protect what is mine. To ensure that there is no doubt or regret in their body or mind that they are MINE to be used. Each brutal takedown. Each powerful rutting. Each ruthless breeding. I know my own monstrous strength and libido, and how brutishly demanding it is on my fags to take my colossal cock and aggressive physical pounding of their bodies and holes. I take pride in overwhelming them, and rewarding their service with satisfying my alpha ardor inside of them.
I was born to rule. To be worshipped. To subjugate and own through my intensity and power. But with that power comes responsibilities. Cunting out my fags means I have accepted their service, and with that, guiding them to my aspect of god alphahood.
That’s what I wanted to say. These are things I didn’t think needed to be put into words. It is as natural to me as breathing, as natural as my cock belongs inside a warm snug hole, as natural as depositing my seed in inferior fags. Natural born alphas and those of us who sit at the top instinctively understand it.
I love the fact that Master Toople appreciates the responsibility Alphas (particularly God Alphas) have for their faggots. Whether the Alpha is gay or straight is immaterial. Any Alpha who owns and uses faggots has a responsibility to train, guide, discipline, and comfort them.
It’s easy for an irresponsible Man to use an inferior and toss it away. But it takes something more for a Man to consider the needs of the weak inferiors they’re using, to make them better, to comfort them if they’re hurt through use, to make them feel like valued property.
Master Toople is a foremost user of faggots. He fucks and breeds faggots the way hurricanes crush cities, and nobody would ever dispute that he has the right to do so given his God Alpha status.
But he personally places responsibility upon himself to care for his faggots, to train them and comfort them. He recognizes that he is strong where they are weak, and like any superhero would do, he steps in to right wrongs and lift up the broken.
I really wish more Alphas understood this concept as well as Master Toople does! Taking responsibility as the leader and owner of faggots (or females) should always be the most important aspect of being both an Alpha and a Man!
Long-time follower of your pages—thank you for creating this space, and congratulations on 30 years serving alphas! I’m reaching out because I’m looking for a little guidance or advice.
A bit about me: I’m a 41-year-old Puerto Rican alpha, born and raised in Brooklyn. I’m a stocky, beefy “bear” kind of guy—hairy, strong, and very much comfortable in my alpha skin. I’m shaved-head bald with a goatee/beard and work as flight crew, so I’m on the move but always up for connecting. Over the years I’ve had a few long-term relationships with guys who were always the bottom, but I’ve never really experienced a true alpha/sub dynamic.
Lately I’ve been struggling with finding a submissive partner who’s serious about that power-exchange relationship. Online and on apps I get plenty of attention, but it never seems to develop into the deeper D/s connection I’m seeking. Sometimes I catch myself wondering if my size or hairiness turns subs off—but I know plenty of fags and subs are into exactly that. Still, I could use some tips on how to put myself out there more effectively, how to spot the right energy, and how to make it clear I’m looking for more than just hookups.
Any thoughts on where to meet dedicated subs, how to refine my profile or approach, or simply how to keep the faith would mean a lot. Thanks in advance for any wisdom you can share.
LatinoAlphaBear
Sir, thank you so very much for reaching out to me! This is an important topic!
It always breaks my heart to hear such things from true Alphas like you who simply want what they know they deserve, but struggle to find the right faggot to provide it!
Sadly, there is something of a bias among uneducated/untrained faggots who watch too much porn and don’t truly appreciate the Alpha/fag dynamic at the heart of hierarchy. These ones do not take their natural purpose seriously and really need to be broken much the way a Man breaks a wild horse.
To that end, you (as Alpha) need to be much more direct and controlling over these faggots. Sometimes Alphas think they should try to appeal to a faggot’s emotions to get them to submit, when in reality faggots need to be commanded (at least at first). Utilizing scent training, foot worship, or even denial will make a faggot crazy for service.
I’m assuming that you’re not having trouble finding faggots, Sir, but if you are struggling to find faggots in your everyday life, apps like Grindr or TheBlowers.com can be excellent hunting tools as long as you’re quite specific about what you’re looking for. Don’t be shy about it, Sir. Say you’re looking for a faggot to serve you. True faggots will respond to this like moth to flame!
I truly hope you find a faggot or two to serve you as you deserve, Sir! I can hear the desire in your words.
And to my faggot brothers: SUBMIT TO GREAT MEN LIKE HIM!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of an Alpha named Moby who has slowly ascended to become the Master of Johnny, his submissive boyfriend of two years. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
As someone who has been teaching Hierarchy online day and night for most of ten years, I’ve been frustrated by the persistent emphasis on the fetishistic and the aggressiveness of the movement. Yes, I know it’s hot … but so much more is possible. I know, because I’ve been fortunate to experience those deeper levels, and I’ve always endeavored to feature true stories that go beyond the surface hierarchical power dynamics.
My brother Johnny has been in a relationship with his boyfriend Moby for two years, and over that time Moby has become more dominant while Johnny has likewise developed submissively. Master Moby has been methodical in his claiming of Johnny, leading him step by step down the inevitable path to his final purpose as Master Moby’s prized and beloved faggot.
I know little about the full extent of this process, but what I’ve seen has been glorious.
Here’s Johnny’s beautiful new update:
Hi Sam,
It’s been a few weeks since I last wrote, and so much has changed—in the best, kinkiest ways possible. I really appreciate your response and feedback. You encouraged me to accept Moby’s offer and explore things further.
Moby and I have been diving deeper into our dynamic. He’s taken a more guiding hand in shaping how I see myself and my body—and honestly? I’ve never felt more seen. Now all of my focus is on His cock. Although I’m still as horny as I ever was before (if not more so), I think I’m slowly finding other outlets to express my pent-up horniness. One of the newest things He introduced was laser hair removal. He thought it would help me feel even more like the soft, submissive boy I’m becoming for Him. So, with my full excitement (and nerves), we started the process. Legs, stomach, butt, pubes—everything below the eyebrows and above the neck—it’s all smooth now. After the third session, I caught myself admiring the mirror. I looked… owned. And I loved it. There’s no hair left. It almost makes me look prepubescent now.
The chastity cage has become a constant now. We’ve made it a little ritual: every couple of days when we shower together, Moby unlocks me, takes His time washing me with these slow, deliberate strokes, calling my locked-up penis my “nub”—a word that’s strangely grown on me. At first, it made me blush with embarrassment. But now, when He looks me in the eyes and says, “My sweet little nub doesn’t need attention,” I melt. It’s not degrading—it’s affirming. He knows how I want to be seen even when I don’t.
I’ve even started using numbing cream sometimes before locking back up—at Moby’s suggestion. It takes the edge off the ache, dulls the need a little. Makes me forget my dick entirely. And when I forget it, all I think about is Him. His pleasure. His body. His control. The few times when Moby unlocks me for a cleaning now, it almost feels uncomfortable. My…nub…has started to feel so sensitive, especially when the streams of water hit it from the shower head. I almost start begging Moby to put the cage back on right away so that things feel “normal” again.
There was one morning, after showering together, that Moby decided to leave the cage off to 1) let my nub breathe a bit, and 2) He had ordered a new, smaller cage which was going to arrive later that evening. He noticed a few days prior that I wasn’t completely filling in my previous cage which would cause my nub to grow semi-hard and cause me pain. He decided a smaller chastity cage would do me better. I remember feeling SO uncomfortable that entire day until the new cage arrived. It was extremely overstimulating feeling my dick rub against the inside of my briefs underwear—something I haven’t felt in a long time. I took a sigh of relief when Moby finally slipped the new cage on. I was at home again,
Moby also surprised me with something wild—a make-a-willy replica of Himself. An exact silicone version of His dick, down to every curve and vein. He handed it to me with a smirk and said, “Now you have something of Me to keep you company when I’m busy and gone.” It’s become my new favorite thing. When I’m desperate and horny, I’ll lie down on the bed, put my legs up, lube up my hole, and slide it in—imagining Him on top of me, whispering all the filthy things He’d say. And yeah… sometimes I get so wound up, my body will tremble and leak a bit, like it’s trying to cum without permission. It’s never quite satisfying, but that edge? That ache? It keeps me hungry for Him.
We’ve grown more comfortable leaning into the fantasy—roles, rituals, expectations. Moby has encouraged me to sit down when I pee now. That’s the only way I’m allowed to pee at home and out in public. It felt strange at first, but now it feels right. Intimate, even. He’ll sometimes come into the bathroom while I’m sitting there, kiss my neck, or murmur something teasing in my ear. And sometimes—this part is so hot—he’ll stand right in front of me, unzip, pull out His plump, flaccid cock and pee into the toilet between my spread legs. Never on me, never without my consent. Just a quiet display of dominance, this unspoken moment where I sit and submit while He stands and releases, and I look up at Him and feel… so perfectly beneath Him in the best way as I listen to his pee hit the pool of water in the bowl—something I can no longer do.
I have to confess something that happened one of the last times that Moby did that. After He was done pissing, and before He put His cock away, Moby stood there for a bit with His penis dangling in front of my mouth. Almost teasing me. There was a drop of urine still hanging onto the tip of His dick. It made me feel…some sort of way. Moby must have noticed me staring because He looked me in the eye, nodded His head as if to say, “It’s alright, go ahead,” and I leaned forward and gently wrapped my mouth around the glands of His penis and sucked that last drop of pee off. I felt a tingle go down my spine. It tasted slightly salty but surprisingly better than I had imagined. He zipped up, gave me a smirk, a pat on the head and walked off.
That whole day He didn’t fuck me, and it drove me crazy. That night when I sat down to pee again, Moby walked into the bathroom and just looked at me and my locked nub. It was a kind of look that I hadn’t seen on His face before. I felt exposed. It made my stomach churn in the best way possible. He got closer, slowly began unbuckling His pants—still staring at me. He slid His pants down to His feet, then His boxers, and His cock flopped out. His dick was soft but looking somewhat plump. He bent down to my ear and whispered, “I chugged a ton of water and have been needing to piss so bad for the past 3 hours, baby. Do you wanna be my good boy and be my urinal?” I froze for a second not knowing how to respond. He had never asked that before. I filled with confusion and excitement. All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.”
He gently put His hand on the back of my head and pulled me in. He first slid the tip of His cock into my mouth and then slowly began filling my throat with the rest of His shaft. He held my head firm against His pubes. Once He was all the way in, I felt Him twitch inside me as He said, “Get ready, baby.” I felt a warm stream of liquid hit the back of my throat. It started slow at first and then got stronger. It was so warm. My instincts kicked in and I just began swallowing. I didn’t taste much because He was so far in. I felt His dick twitch some more in my mouth as His steady stream of piss turned into a slow trickle before dying off completely. He slowly pulled out of my mouth and kissed me as He said, “Now that’s my good boy.” I melted. Now I was really horny. Moby could tell.
Without either one of us saying a word, I opened my mouth again and Moby slid inside me. I felt His cock grow bigger and harder in my mouth. Soon He got hard all the way and filled up the back of my throat. He gripped the back of my head and started sliding in and out all the way. I let Moby face fuck me until He got close to cumming. Once He got close, He shoved my head all the way onto His cock and started deep thrusting. I couldn’t breathe as his pubes tickled my nose. I felt His penis tense up right before it began to pulse violently. He let out a deep moan. Thick, warm ropes of semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it all.
The other night, something happened that still lingers in my mind—in the warmest, most blissed-out way.
After Moby finished fucking me…again, like He does every night—deep, steady thrusts that left me panting and full—we curled up on the couch to watch some TV. I was still stretched open and aching in the best way, feeling the warmth of Him inside me even as we settled in to cuddle. His load still inside me. He must’ve still felt it. That pulse of hunger. Because out of nowhere, He leaned in, nuzzled behind my ear, and slid His hand under the waistband of my shorts.
Without a word, He tugged them down. Then my underwear. I just lifted my hips, like it was instinct. He ran a single finger over my hole—slow, circling, teasing. I shivered. My body still felt raw, sensitive, but open. Inviting.
He slid His finger in slowly. Then another. And another. His movements were deep, purposeful, and unhurried—like He knew exactly where to press. And when He found my sweet spot—God, Sam—he stayed there. My nub was untouched, but I felt everything radiate from the inside out. My legs shook. My breath hitched. And I came. Hard. Just from His fingers.
But He wasn’t done.
I barely had time to catch my breath before He pulled me onto my knees, bent me over the couch cushions, and lined Himself up behind me. The way He slid inside—deep, slow, claiming—it made me whimper. I was already wrecked, but I needed more. He gave it to me. He took His time, then picked up pace—long, firm strokes that filled me completely. I pushed back into Him, desperate, matching His rhythm. Every thrust sent little shockwaves through me. I lost track of time, lost track of everything except the sound of Him groaning behind me and the feeling of Him gripping my waist like I was His to take. And I am.
He finished again—harder this time, with a low growl and a body-shaking shudder. I felt His penis pulse as He dumped a second load of cum inside me.
We collapsed together, tangled and spent, the TV still playing in the background. He held me against His chest, His arms wrapped around me like He never wanted to let go. And I fell asleep like that, still full of Him. Still warm. Still glowing.
I think I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. And more mine—in the way that means belonging to someone who sees all of you and loves what they see.
More soon,
Johnny
Can you see how Master Moby is slowly, almost seductively leading Johnny to embrace his place and purpose more and more every day. Some of the things mentioned here are small (like Master Moby giving Johnny permission to lick off the droplet of piss from his dick), but then they turn into major acts of dominance and submission that deepen their bonds as Master and faggot.
I love the way Master Moby cherishes his faggot enough to unlock him and wash him, all the while diminishing Johnny’s status by calling it a “nub” and then locking it in a smaller cage. And Johnny’s description of being out of chastity is very familiar to me; I experienced that same feeling when I was imprisoned!
But one thing this experience should reinforce in Johnny’s heart is this: his Master loves and cherishes him. That final breeding, full of passion and warmth, is something an Alpha gives only to those who deeply please him!
I’m so happy for both of them for experiencing these deeper levels of hierarchy!
So I decided to reach out to him finally after years of watching him from afar as he lived out his dreams as a college hockey player… it was the best decision I ever made. He remembered me instantly. He laughed when he saw me and I told him about everything that had happened. He didn’t blame me at all actually for being so stuck up on him these last few years and explained that he did something called “cunting” me? Apparently he said he did that on purpose? Though when I asked him to explain it he just said “you don’t get to ask questions fag”.
First of all, I’m very proud of you for finally working up the courage to contact him! I thought it was kind of pathetic that you were stalking him in the shadows! You needed to do this, even if only for your own self-respect!
But his response was most extraordinary! Don’t you realize what he told you??? He said he “cunted” you – that means he was a reader of mine at some point! He probably read it on fagsworshipalphas.com back in the day! I’m BY FAR the most prolific writer on the subject of cunting. Here’s my primer on it: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/being-cunted/
I am a pig I serve and pleasure my Handler. Lately my Handler has stopped his floggings and other things on me. Because he has messed his shoulder up from the last flogging see I am a pain pig pain gives me great pleasure. I know he still uses me but it’s only serving and sometimes pleasuring him. But I feel I am not being used to my fullest because he has stopped the floggings and that. I know it gives him great pleasure to to see how far I can go. Is it fair to me that I have a useless feeling that I feel useless knowing he is not feeling well. Sometimes I feel like finding another Handler but he been my Handler for 10 years. What do I do? Was it me that caused his shoulder to go out since it was me that he was flogging. He gave more than he has given. That did not bother me I enjoyed it it was the guilt after the floggings that his shoulder got messed up.
Thanks for the message, brother!
I have no idea if you were the reason why your Handler got injured (how could I know that?), but I don’t think you should beat yourself up over it (get it?). I don’t think you should leave your Handler just because he’s hurt. That’s selfish. Stick by him and serve him. Your needs don’t come first- his does.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’m lifting the story of Master Jerome, a 19-year-old straight French Alpha, to its own thread because it has been developing dramatically.
I think it’s pretty clear that young straight Alphas are getting the message: that faggot ownership elevates them in often dramatic ways. Combine that knowledge with a young Alpha’s hetero-flexibility, and you have the perfect recipe for fast and unorthodox activities once considered impossible from straight Men.
Enter: Master Jerome.
The very first time Master Jerome wrote to me, I could hear confused, excited lust in his words. A 19-year-old Alpha is already drenched with testosterone, but there was something more with him. It was almost as if he had just peeked into the wardrobe and glimpsed Narnia, and now he was eager to charge through the wardrobe and conquer every kingdom there.
In his case, those “kingdoms” ripe for conquering were three twink boy ballerinas, pals of his sister. Seeing those flexible, lithe boys made Master Jerome hungry for fag pussy for the first time in his life, but those feelings didn’t scare him. Instead, his superior Alpha hunting instinct turned on, and he relentlessly pursued his first victim until he finally managed to get it away from the herd so he could sink his Alpha cock into it.
That’s all it took.
Now Master Jerome has written with an update on the hunt:
This is Jerome from France. I sent you a message last month about me, my sister, and her fag friends.
I wanna thank you for your advice and let you know that I’ve been very successful so far. To make things easier, let’s call the boys Fag A, Fag B, and Fag C.
As you know I was fucking Fag A twice a week and I wanted to fuck the other two as well. One day, after using Fag A and giving him some love to recover from a destroyed hole, he told me that Fag B and C were hooking up after their rehearsals. I asked him how that was possible if both were bottoms, but fag A told that they probably just make out and suck each other dicks. And so, I thought to myself “what a waste, two gorgeous fags in need of some dick sucking each other instead of being fucked by a real Man like me”
I didn’t mention anything to Fag A, but I decided at that moment that I would fuck and breed the other boys as well. My first step was approaching Fag B. I told him that I wanted to buy a nice birthday present to my sister, but I knew nothing about ballet, so I needed his help. He was really kind and sweet, so we went together to the store and bought a few things. I started to compliment him and say that he looked really good in his ballet costumes, then to see his reaction I said “but I won’t compliment you too much because I don’t wanna have trouble with your boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?,” he asked. Then I said that I thought that Fag C and him were a couple because they are always together. He got embarrassed, and said that they were just friends. It was around 6pm, so I invited him to have some dinner with wine as a retribution for his generous help. He accepted, and after 3 glasses of wine, I asked him again why Fag C and him were not together, if they were such a pretty couple with so many common interests. I used this strategy to make him verbalize the reason why two faggots could not be together.
I had already gotten in his mind and he was much more outgoing after the wine, so he just said “well, we were not very compatible.” I pretended that I didn’t understand what he meant and just said “oh, I would never imagine that, you guys are both ballet dancers, I thought you had a lot of compatibility.” Then the sexy femboy chuckled and said “well, you’re straight, you don’t understand, but when to guys are together one needs to be the Man, and in the bedroom we are two girls.” I laughed along with him and just said “well, you’re really talented and attractive, I’m sure you’ll find someone soon.” I paid the bill for us, we left the restaurant, and the faggot asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told him that I did not but I was hoping to find a girls as sweet and cute as he is.
That was all it took for him to let me get closer and we started kissing (a literal French kiss between two French people in France lol). The boy was surprised and said that he didn’t know that I liked guys too. So I said “well, I like you, and that’s what matters now.” I took him back to my house and squeezed in my room because my sister was there. Then I told him “well, if your problem was having two girls in the bedroom, now I guarantee that you’re the only girl here, and I’ll treat you as my girl from now on.” He sucked my dick as if I were the last Man on Earth, what a wonderful blowjob.
Sadly, I did not have lube in my room, and he was a virgin with a super tight hole. So I kept him in my room for several hours, and pumped three loads in his mouth. He swallowed all of them and did not complain at any moment. I put him on my chest after all these blowjobs and kept saying how gorgeous he is. The boy was really happy to be in my arms.
So Sam, I need you to give your insights on my strategy to conquer these fags. Do you think I did well in not fucking his hole? I would’ve probably hurt him, but at the same time I acknowledge the importance of putting my cum inside his ass as soon as possible. For now, I will keep fucking Fag A around twice a week, and I told Fag B that I will take his virginity soon. But his hole is much tighter than Fag A, so I’ll be extra careful to do it without hurting my new boy.
If you can tell me what you think and, most importantly, give me any advice on how to finally conquer the third Fag, I would really appreciate it. I like your idea of putting all of then on their knees, but I think that before getting to this point I need to be more romantic and conquer one by one.
Your work is invaluable, and I hope it is okay to keep in touch with you while I explore Hierarchy.
I was breathless reading Master Jerome’s update! Just a shocking amount of power, understanding, and control for a straight Alpha his age!
To answer Master Jerome’s questions first:
I absolutely think the conquering of Fag B was expertly handled. Throat-fucking aside, it was surprisingly romantic. I might caution against getting too romantic at this stage, simply because the stable of fags is being built, so keeping the romance to a minimum might be better in order to prevent any of the faggots from becoming too attached or jealous. In a perfect scenario, all three faggots will be able to serve Master Jerome together in harmony and cooperation. It’s what every straight Alpha deserves.
I completely agree with Master Jerome that it is imperative that he try to breed Fag B as soon as possible. His cum is already working on Fag B’s mind and addicting the faggot to its new Owner. Now is the time to strike.
And yes, Master Jerome’s cock and rut will hurt the faggot (even with lube), but here’s the point Master Jerome might not appreciate yet: faggots are meant to suffer for the pleasure of Alphas like him. It’s simply our lot in life. Faggots are born to be pierced, fucked, and bred by cock. It hurts, but faggots receive pleasure from that pain because through it we find fulfillment.
Fag B will likely scream and cry while Master Jerome takes its virginity, but it will forever thank him for it afterward!
As for the taking of Fag C, I think I will just repeat what I said before: I’m sure these fags are talking to each other about what’s happening and probably anticipating more. I don’t think it’d be necessary for Master Jerome to go to great lengths to capture this third faggot. He could most likely just walk up to it and demand that it get on its knees to service him. But I think Master Jerome likes to play with his food before he eats it, so I’d just follow the path that worked so well with Fag B. It won’t take long, I promise.
So now straight Master Jerome stands poised to take ownership of his first three faggots. Soon he will have day-long worship sessions, with all three faggots servicing and worshiping every part of his body and giving him unending pleasure … all on command!
It’s simply the way Alphas were meant to live!
Master Jerome, you’re more than welcome to continue to use the site’s “Questions From Readers” inbox, but you can also write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com for more specialized, immediate advice!
The following post is part of a thread following the worship of a powerful straight Alpha named Andre by his woman, Angela, and a faggot named Alberto who serves them both. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Well, the situation Angela created by inviting a faggot named Alberto into her relationship with her powerful Alpha boyfriend, Master Andre, has heated up to the point that I’ve elevated it to thread-status here!
Curiously, this is just one of a couple of similar situations currently developing on this site. What’s happening? Are hierarchical values truly making inroads into straight couples these days?
I personally believe they are, primarily due to the internet’s relentless flow of information and porn. Straight Alphas are being awakened to the expanded possibilities of their power and reach. And straight women are increasingly turned-on by the idea of their dominant Alpha husbands/boyfriends using faggots. It’s very odd to see it suddenly popping up everywhere.
If you follow this thread, then you’ll know that Angela reached out to me through my Questions From Readers inbox about her powerful Alpha Andre, and how she was fantasizing about bringing a faggot into their relationship so that they could both be served. I advised her to do that, and she did!
Now it’s transforming their relationship in amazing new ways!
Here’s Angela’s latest update:
Hi! This is Angela again, the lady who weirdly loves Men fucking fags.
I really enjoyed your idea of “co-owning” Alberto along with Andre, and that’s what I brought up to him. He agreed and we had a long conversation with our fag before moving in. As always, he was a really good boy and told me that I’ll be the Queen of his King. We’ve been living together for just a few days, but I can tell it was a perfect match. Alberto does my laundry, cleans the whole house, and cooks for me, I don’t need to move a finger to do any chores.
But I know you are more interested in our bedroom than in our laundry room. And I must say that it’s been great. Andre, as the Alpha Man of the house, said that he wants to breed whether me or Alberto every night. So it is our duty to make sure that at least one of us will be ready to get fucked every day after dinner. If I don’t feel in the mood, Alberto must take his dick. If for any reason Alberto can’t take it in his ass, Andre expects at least a really nice blowjob before going to bed. I think these rules are quite fair for all of us.
Our favorite thing now is, after a long day at work, Alberto cooks dinner for all of us. Then Andre goes to our bed and just relaxes as the King he is while Alberto does the dishes and cleans everything. Since he loves sucking my pussy and make it wet, I sit on his face while Alberto is doing his chores. When he is done, he comes to bed with us and worships Andre’s feet while I literally ride his face. He has a big and manly tongue and loves to go deep in my pussy. Then Alberto sucks his cock and balls. Sometimes I join him and give our Man a double head. But the best part is when Andre puts the both of us side by side and start fucking our holes. I do not enjoy anal sex, so he fucks my pussy, then changes to Alberto’s ass. And we spend hours doing this.
For some reason, Andre loves to fuck my pussy and then make Alberto suck his dick with my pussy juice on it. The fag literally needs to clean my female lube with his tongue, and Andre gets crazy when he does that. The boy loves doggy style and I prefer to ride, so we usually alternate between me riding Andre’s big dick and Alberto putting his ass up for him to fuck as hard as he wants.
I don’t know how many girls will ever read this. But I would like to tell all my sisters out there: Find fags for your Men, your life will so much better! And fags, if you’re lucky enough to be owned by a Straight or Bi Man, serve your Masters and their girls, you won’t regret it!
Angela’s experience/advice is so inspiring, isn’t it?
I want to help Angela understand why Master Andre loves making Alberto clean her pussy juice off of his cock. You see, for straight Alphas it’s a point of pride when their dicks are soaked in pussy juice. It reflects on their own sexual prowess. By then forcing his faggot to clean it off, he’s essentially making Alberto taste his power, so to speak. Men (and particularly Alphas) are much more complicated than most people acknowledge!
It’s truly remarkable how well Master Andre has taken to the ownership of a faggot. It certainly helps to have his girlfriend by his side, cheering him on and dripping with excitement. As I’ve been writing since the beginning, straight Alphas don’t become gay when they use faggots … they just become more powerful straight Alphas. The efforts of straight, gay-loving women like Angela are helping them realize this truth!
I’m so happy that all three members of this “throuple” are experiencing such fulfillment! I’m also proud of Angela for having the courage and insight to make this happen!
Surely every straight guy in the world knows that women don’t kneel behind a wall to suck dick … only faggots do that. The fact that straight guys look for gloryholes proves that they will use gay guys for head.
The following post is part of a thread following the service of a young faggot named Tyler who has been claimed by a great Protector Alpha named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Over the years I’ve encountered a lot of abusive Destroyer Alphas, both personally and through my online teaching efforts. In my personal life I’ve mostly made smart decisions to steer away from them (my rapist was one I couldn’t see coming due to my youth). I value myself enough as a faggot to know that my gifts are worth an Alpha’s appreciation, not condemnation.
I try to instill that sense of self-worth in the faggots who interact with my content. I hate hearing of my brothers falling prey to Destroyer Alphas who are cruel and selfish and non-productive. There are so many great Protector Alphas who value the devotion and service of a faggot, and I just cannot understand why faggots self-destruct by choosing the worse path in life instead of serving these noble Kings.
My brother Tyler wrote into my Questions From Readers inbox to tell me about a choice he recently made. Listen to this:
I don’t exactly have a question, but I saw your answer to another fag about his Alpha cleaning the house and would like to share something that happened with me to know your opinion about it. I am 21 years-old and until last week I was serving two Alphas. They were both nice guys, nice dicks, and very dominant in bed. But one of them (Adam) was hotter (had a six-pack) and the other (Steve) was handsome, but a little chubby. I loved to serve them and I would usually go to Adam’s house on Wednesday and Steve’s house on Saturday.
Last week, I was supposed to serve Adam as always did (go to his place, get on my knees, swallow his first load, let him fuck my ass for his second load, and go back home). But I woke on Wednesday morning with a HORRIBLE cold sore. I looked like a monster. Since he had been serving him for 6 months, I thought it would be okay to cancel, but he insisted to know why and I sent him a picture of my lips. He just said I was a disgusting bitch and that he would find somebody else on Grindr for that night.
Maybe it’s his right to treat me like that considering our roles in hierarchy, but I was already very vulnerable and he really hurt my feelings with his words. So I texted Steve, who is also a dominant Alpha but tends to be more patient. I told him that I didn’t know if I would be able to visit him on the weekend because I wasn’t feeling great. He asked what happened and for a moment I thought he would treat me like Adam had done, but instead, he told me to go to his place at night because I needed extra care.
I went to his place after work with a thick layer of make-up on the sore trying to pretend it wasn’t as bad as it was. But he’s a smart guy and noticed something was wrong. He told me to clean my face immediately because make-up is not ideal for sores like that. When I came out of the bathroom, he chuckled and said “I wonder where this mouth has been”, but in a funny and respectful way. He noticed that I too stressed for jokes, so he just hugged me and said “even perfect twinks get sick sometimes, relax”
Of course we did not kiss and I did not suck his dick, but he spent the whole night saying how gorgeous I am and even cooked dinner for me. He ordered some cream for cold sore at the pharmacy and put it on my lips with his own hands. I was feeling so good with him taking care of me that I felt an urge to serve him no matter how. He said that I was tired and stressed, so he didn’t want me to do the dishes, but then he smiled to me and said “well, but if you need to relax, I am sure that your ass does not have any cold sores”
So I quickly went to his bathroom to make sure I was clean and ready, and when I entered his room he was already naked jerking off his hard dick. I felt bad that I couldn’t suck that beautiful cock, but I just said “thank you for being my Master”, laid on my stomach and let him do whatever he wanted with me. I think it was a turn-on for him to see me so vulnerable and lost, because he fucked me really hard and deep, then 20 minutes later turn me up to fuck me missionary.
We slept together and I never felt so good in my life. I decided to stop serving Adam and stick with Steve now. Just like the Alpha who cleans the house, I think a certain amount of love and care is important for us fags. At least for me, it’s so important to see that, although inferior to him, my Man wants me to be happy.
Could you please comment and tell me what you think? Do you think that as a fag I should go back to serve Adam, even though he does not care at all about my feelings?
Here’s the bizarre part of Tyler’s story: he’s still questioning whether or not he should continue serving Adam the Destroyer Alpha after everything Master Steve did for him! Isn’t that crazy?? We faggots are something like moths that can watch a thousand other moths burn in the flame and we’re still drawn to self-immolation.
And the problem is SELF WORTH. We feel so worthless about ourselves that we mistakenly think we deserve that awful, abusive treatment.
But Master Steve shows a better way forward, treating his property the way a true Alpha treats everything of value that he owns. A Man like Master Steve deserves complete and devoted worship and service, not half-hearted attention. Is he to be expected to continue being there to comfort his faggot when it’s hurt again and again by Destroyer Alphas like Adam?
Of course not. A Protector Alpha like Master Steve is the mighty cornerstone upon which a faggot can build a lifetime of joyful service. I wholeheartedly encourage my brother Tyler to loyally remain at Master Steve’s feet! Master Steve deserves that!
