The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Master Anthony is truly one of a kind, a burgeoning God Alpha who is expanding his power almost daily. I can only imagine how overwhelmed my faggot brother Fabien is these days. One minute he thought he had a new roommate, and the next minute he finds himself enslaved to a truly irresistible young powerhouse.

I had some questions about Master Anthony’s sexuality. This means nothing to me, but it seems to mean everything to the insecure, close-minded straight Alphas who follow me and loudly proclaim that an Alpha who uses a faggot sexually cannot be straight. This is pure horseshit. Every sexual therapist knows of the countless studies of male sexuality that disprove such a narrow view of it. But whatever.

So Fabien bravely asked Master Anthony some questions about his sexuality:

To answer some points: I can confirm that Anthony is straight, because in the last few months we’ve lived together, he’s brought girls home a few times (never the same one, though!). And judging by what I could hear from my room at night, he’s as good a lover as one can imagine. 😉 I wouldn’t be surprised if he displays his dominance over me in front of some new girls one of these days. This morning, I asked him if he already had dominated someone that way before, and he said “I have already had boot-lickers, sure. But never yet a cocksucker as well!” He’s obviously used to people submitting to him in many ways, but I think I’m the first with whom he can take it this far, and the first to be a proper slave.

Just as I suspected! It’s clear that Master Anthony’s previously-limited experiences with faggots got his juices flowing for a more formal faggot slave, and he’s targeted Fabien as his first official property.

To make that acquisition even more official, Master Anthony laid down some firm rules for his new slave Fabien.

Anthony was staying at home all morning today, and just before noon, he beckoned me to come and see him. I knelt before him, and bowed my head to the ground at his feet before straightening up. “Nice one” he said. “I’ve decided it’s time to set some rules”.
I’m trying to remember and to transcribe his words and my answers as faithfully as possible.

“From now on, you’re to call me either Sir or Master at all time, up to you and depending of the circumstances. Understood?”

“Sir, yes Sir. Thank you, Master.”

(Small note: I also have to use “vouvoiement”, something that can’t really be translated into English. Basically, it means using the second-person pronoun in the plural form (“vous”) rather than the singular form (“tu”) to adress a single person. It is used between people who don’t know each other, or in a formal context, but also… as a mark of respect to a superior.)

“Good. You are allowed to continue sleeping in the guest room when there’s no one else, or otherwise on the sofa bed when there’s no one else. But your official sleeping place is in the kitchen, is that clear?”

“Perfectly clear, Sir. You’re so generous, Master. Thank you so much, Master.”

“I want more money. You will pay me the tithe. You will give me ten percent of your monthly income. You can afford it, can’t you, boy?

“I’ll cut in my expenses in order to, Sir.”

“Good boy. You are to worship my morning wood every day, and be ready to give me head whenever I want. Improve your cocksucking, ask help from chicks if you need to.”

“I will, Sir. Thank you for the honor, Sir.”

“When I get out of the shower or walk into the apartment, you come and kiss my feet.”

“Gladly, Sir.”

“Finally, if you want any favor from me, you can beg me. I don’t mind you begging. But you shut the fuck up if I tell you to.”

“Of course, Master. Understood, Master. Thank you, Master.”

“Any question, boy?”

I once again bowed my head to the ground. “Not for now, Sir. Thank you so much for enslaving me, Sir. I am deeply honored and happy to serve you, my Master.”

“Such a good boy. Go make my lunch, slave.”

He has left for the afternoon, and since then, I am working at my job (home-working, like most days) with even more enthusiasm and a beaming smile, knowing that I’m working for his direct profit.

A surprisingly-complete set of rules for a young, first-time Owner! Master Anthony has clearly been thinking deeply about what he wants from a faggot slave, and he laid it out beautifully.

Fabien’s reaction to this is telling. When I first met Fabien (has it really only been a week??), he was somewhat resistant to the idea of submitting to this young Alpha. But as Master Anthony has tightened his control and use of Fabien, what I’ve noticed is that Fabien has BLOSSOMED WITH JOY.

And this is a lesson for faggots. We need the control and dominance of Alphas. We need to submit and obey and please them. This service brings us HAPPINESS, not sadness. It gives us FREEDOM, not restriction.

Listen to how Fabien ended his latest update:

Just a few months ago, I was looking for a roommate to have a buddy and lighten my budget. But instead, I met a young cocky hunk who enslaved me. And I can’t stop smiling! What a destiny!

THIS is what Hierarchical truth can do for both Alphas and faggots (and everybody else) if they simply apply it and LIVE IT!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This is a continuation of PART ONE of this story which you can read by CLICKING HERE!

After Fabien told me about the Alpha Pack party, I responded this way:

I’m honestly a little surprised you weren’t used sexually during that party or after by Master Anthony or one of his Alpha Pack. Of course they wouldn’t dare use his faggot without permission. But this sexual service is coming. Be ready.

Well Master Anthony moves about as fast as my mind can predict this stuff, but only a couple of hours after sending that email to Fabien, I received a startling (though not unexpected) reply:

Brother sam, are you a seer or something ? 

When I entered Anthony’s room to serve his breakfast, he was already half awake and was very pleased. I put the tray on his lap and massaged his feet while he ate. When he was done, he put the tray aside and told me out of the blue: “That was well done! I think you have earned your own breakfast now!” He took off his blanket, snapped his fingers and pointed his morning wood.

His cock was impressive! Of course I knew what to do, but I had never had a dick in my mouth before, so I’m afraid I was not very good at it. I choked a couple of time, but Anthony grabbed my head to press it and force my moves. He was moaning “Good, very good, that’s a good boy, that’s a good boy who likes to please me” and so on. After he came, he gave me a little slap and said “Swallow it all, boy. You’re gonna learn to love my cock”. I could barely speak, but after I swallowed his cum, I managed to say “Thank you, Sir”. With his smug face I love so much, he said: “Good boy. Now go serve breakfast to my bros in the guest room. The guys on the couch can have leftovers if there are any.”

I served the young hunks in my bedroom a substantial breakfast to make sure the other two in the living room had some left over.

They all left for the afternoon, Anthony instructed me to clean the flat. I can’t help but notice he referred to my bedroom as the “guest room”. I wonder if this augurs anything.

First of all, I applaud Fabien for sleeping on the kitchen floor all night and then thinking, not of his own discomfort, but rather to make breakfast for the four Kings sleeping in his place! He also did right to serve Master Anthony first after correctly identifying that he’s the leader of the Pack.

But it’s Master Anthony who is the real surprise. As far as I know he’s a straight Alpha, but he’s so turned on by the fact that his power has claimed a faggot that he couldn’t help but feed Fabien his cock!

Already we see in Master Anthony a great power arising. He’s already an incredible Owner, better at it than most Alphas 2-3 times his age. Notice the commendation and encouragement Master Anthony gave Fabien while he sucked his cock! Also notice how Master Anthony gave firm but affectionate guidance when Fabien was struggling!

I was just as blown away by Master Anthony’s control of the situation after being pleased, giving direct orders to Fabien about the distribution of food to the other Alphas and the cleaning later. Again, Master Anthony is just 21 years old! Do you think they teach Alpha classes in school in France, or do you think maybe it’s something natural to truly powerful Alphas?

A bit later I received this incredible update:

Anthony came back alone at the end of the afternoon. I went to take and hang up his coat and then I knelt and kissed his shoes. He said “Nice one. Stay on your knees” and began to unzip his pants, then grabbed my head. He face-fucked me and had me swallow his cum, while we stared in each other’s eyes.

After swallowing, I said “Thank you, Master”. It was the first time I called him Master and it clearly turned him on. He gently slapped my face with his dick and said “Very good boy. And if I am your Master, what are you?” I bowed my head and said “I am your slave, Master.” He ran his hand through my hair and went to sit on the sofa. “Nice boy. Go fetch me a beer and massage my feet, slave.”

I’m sending you this mail before going to do the dishes while he’s playing video games. I feel so happy when he enjoys his time while I work for him.

This episode is a masterpiece of Hierarchical truth and fulfillment. I don’t know enough about Master Anthony (yet) to know if he’s ever owned/used fags before, but even if he has he has incredible instincts at such a young age!

But my brother Fabien is just as impressive to me. He thought he was getting a roommate to share expenses, but instead he has found a younger Master who will change everything about his life and finally give him true purpose! And here’s the thing: Fabien is running toward it, not away from it! He knows he was born to be at the feet of a gorgeous young Alpha like Master Anthony!

If you didn’t believe it before, believe it now: HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Like I said in my previous post in this thread, Alpha behavior is largely predictable if you know what you’re looking at. Their needs are relatively simple and insatiable. Younger Alphas are almost entirely led by these basic needs. It’s much like watching cold/warm fronts and predicting the general movement of the weather. I’ve become a master meteorologist through personal experience, which has lead to my bewildering success rate.

But even I didn’t see what Master Anthony decided to do two days ago.

Out of the clear blue sky Master Anthony decided to have four of his Alpha brothers over to the apartment he shares with Fabien the faggot. In retrospect, this move seems obvious. The day before Master Anthony had broken Fabien and got Fabien to submit. So OF COURSE he would want to invite his Alpha Pack over to see his faggot in action!

And that’s exactly what happened:

Yesterday evening, as we saw it coming, he received four of his bros at home for a buddy night and I waited on them as a flunkey all the time. They were pretty comfortable following Anthony’s lead ordering me around and they addressed me as “boy!” or “servant!” or “bitch” while they were loudly chatting and laughing and playing together. I once again had to lick Anthony’s boots for all to see. And I also served as a footrest for Anthony and one of his pals.

I must admit sam, I was truly amazed to see these young hunks like a pack of wolves playing with their prey, with Anthony as their obvious leader.

I recently woke up today but they are still sleeping after staying up most of the night. I have been sent to sleep on the kitchen floor while two guests sleep in my bedroom and two on the sofabed in the living room. I think I’m going to prepare breakfast and serve it to Anthony in his bed and offer him a foot massage if he wakes up. Then I’ll serve them all breakfast (starting with those in my room, for I have a sense there is some hierarchy of sort between the four of them as well, reflected in where they’ve slept).

WOW!

This was a bold move by Master Anthony, especially given the fact that he is relatively new to living in Fabien’s place! But notice how the other Alphas around Master Anthony absolutely followed his lead and enjoyed using his faggot – clear Apex Alpha behavior! Master Anthony was teaching his straight Alpha brothers how to own and use faggots! Alpha mentorship at its fundamental level!

But also notice how much Fabien is learning about his new Master and the behaviors that drive him and his Alpha Pack! He’s a good student, and he’s picking up quickly! Fabien was absolutely right to identify the hierarchy among the four Alphas based on where Master Anthony placed them in the house! I love clever, genuine faggots like Fabien!

There’s more to this event, but I’m going to separate the second part from this one to isolate what happened next! Stay tuned!

Do you know how scientists first discovered the existence of black holes? It wasn’t through direct observation, of course, because black holes have such tremendous gravitational forces that even light cannot escape them.

No, scientists insisted that mathematical equations suggested their theoretical existence and predicted how they could be found … and when they looked, they suddenly found these monstrous inter-spacial vortexes! However, even when looking directly at a black hole they didn’t see it, but rather the effect it had on everything around it.

As a younger faggot I was very much like those scientists of the mid-twentieth century, except my field of study wasn’t black holes, but was something that was consuming my life at the time: Hierarchy. I’d served many Alphas, been owned multiple times, and through these experiences I began piecing together and methodically testing what I’ve come to understand as Hierarchical fact today.

Most crucial of my discoveries was the existence of Alpha hierarchy within the larger framework itself. To date I’m the only one who has accurately described Alpha hierarchy, put names and functions to each level of Alpha hierarchy, and then successfully used it to predict Alpha behavior. Mind you, I’m just a faggot who has spent many years in the service of great Alphas, but I was paying attention!

In my head, the math suggested that there should be a Final Alpha, the most powerful one. But how to find and identify such a Man? My interactions with Alphas were largely one-on-one, and I didn’t realize that was the problem. That’s like trying to scan the stars while looking at them through a cardboard toilet paper tube!

I needed to see Alphas together, interacting with each other daily, before the evidence of the existence of God Alphas presented itself!

Funnily enough, the God Alpha I discovered was my bunk mate!

When I arrived in prison camp in July of 2022 to serve time for a crime I never meant to commit, I was accidentally redirected to the wrong bunk. In this camp, the dormitory building was a long straight metal shack with two floors, both identical. A long hallway ran down the full length of each floor, and on each side of the hallway were cubes, each cube containing four cubicles and two beds per cubicle.

I was supposed to be upstairs in the predominantly white section, but I was placed in the lower level with the blacks. Little did they know about my preferences…

When I arrived, I met my “cellie”, a hulking, muscular 53-year-old black Alpha named “B” (everybody had letters for names there except for me). B was in the midst of his fourth long stint in prison for drug dealing, and he knew as soon as he saw me I didn’t belong there. So he set expectations and began teaching me how to move in prison.

Of course I never learned, a fact that amused B as much as it annoyed him. I’d make B laugh long and loud when I’d crack a joke or sass back at someone. “Man, my cellie funny!” B often bellowed to the other black Alphas in our cube.

Because of B I wore a shield of protection wherever I went.

But then I began to notice how other Apex Alphas would visit our cubicle to consult with B (I was ordered out of the cubicle during these Alpha conferences). I watched as B directed a couple of Apex Alphas (primarily an older Apex named Doe) to shepherd a young black Apex named “D”.

I also watched other Alphas in camp slip into our cubicle very early in the morning to leave fresh milk and fruit and other gifts for B to enjoy … tributes, for lack of a better term.

And then it hit me – B is a God Alpha!

A God Alpha isn’t something a Man bestows upon himself. It’s something bestowed upon him by the submission of all other levels of Alphahood.

To this point I hadn’t spoken much about Hierarchy, so I decided to ask B about it.

“B, do you consider yourself to be Alpha?” I asked.

B’s reply shocked me: “I am God.”

A couple of months later the camp’s presiding officer visited our cubicle and was going to move me. But B stopped him (yes, he stopped the head officer!) and told him this: “Naw man, Sam’s the best cellie I’ve ever had.”

I still carry that great compliment around inside me with warped pride.

A month later B was caught bringing contraband into camp and was shipped off to higher security.

But I will see him again. Once he’s free he’s flying to Aruba to marry his fiancé. I told him I’m going to be there. “Sam, if you show up, just know I’m gonna stab yo’ ass.”

Death by God Alpha. What a way for a faggot to go!

Hi Sam!

I’m so happy you’re back. I’ve been a long-time reader since basically Day 1. I have a situation I could use your wisdom and advice on – a real world problem of Hierarchy clashing with our world’s warped ideas of equality.

I’m a faggot. I’m not entirely owned or entirely “free”; there are two wonderful Straight Alpha Men in my life who make use of me periodically in different ways, but none of us have a structured arrangement.

Despite my inferiority, I’ve done well in my career. I’m a manager in a small but successful organisation and I just hired for a junior role in my team, where I’m the most senior “male” in the business. I earn a very good salary and have a role of international importance despite our small size. Ironically, the alphas in my life enjoy teasing and embarrassing me with the fact that being a cocksucker makes all of that meaningless. Herein lies my dilemma: we’ve hired a stunning, amazing Straight Alpha male ten years my junior, and I’m his manager. Let’s call him Jack.

Jack is confident, charming, outgoing and naturally talented despite being a career change candidate. He exudes an effortless masculinity. He’s tall, handsome, athletic and dresses in a professional way that still manages to stimulate me (he insists on having his collar open to show off what looks like wonderfully maintained chest hair, and it drives me wild). Just being around this guy puts me in heat. His simple existence is colonising my mind. I can’t help but fantasise about what his cock looks like, or imagine how incredibly sexy he must look fucking what I just know is a thick, heavy, powerful load into his girlfriend. I’m so grateful to be able to experience his divine presence in my life.

As a real man, I firmly believe it is his right to exploit me for his own pleasure, entertainment and/or personal advancement. His masculinity deserves unconditional devotion and worship. As a faggot, I feel it is my duty to serve him however I can, and toil for his greatness. If he were my boss this would be simple (and I have been in that situation before).

But we are now in the ridiculous situation where I am his manager, with responsibility for giving him instruction and direction, and maintaining work discipline. He’s 10 years my junior as I said so there’s certainly a lot he has to learn about the actual job. But leadership and authority? I’m perfectly confident in my skill-set and I’ve earned my position, but ultimately I am just a cocksucker playing at these things because society makes me. That was fine when in the past I was managing women and other fags, but these things are his birthright.

I am genuinely distressed by the idea that this young god is being expected to treat a faggot with deference and respect. I mean for god’s sake Sam, sometimes I go to work straight from servicing one of the alphas in my life. It’s ridiculous that our society creates situations where alpha males like him are expected to take instruction from a freshly seeded cocksleeve. Sadly, I need my job so I can’t take decisive action to correct this injustice. I don’t think being between this stud’s legs is in my foreseeable future.

But Hierarchy is important to me. I know what I’m for and I believe upholding the Hierarchy between males is crucial for our collective wellbeing. I need to be careful, but I also need to find ways to render this stud the obedience, respect and service he is entitled to.

Before I ask for advice, there are two things I’m proud of in this situation about my conduct so far. First, I fought hard to get him the job. The other members of the panel wanted to give the role to a woman of equivalent skill. I used my authority as hiring manager to persuade my boss that he was the best candidate. He made clear he really wanted this career change, and I considered it my duty to ensure he got it. I’m really delighted to have been able to use my influence to help him advance his life goals! I am much more proud of this than any professional achievement.

Second, I am in long-term chastity. Even though none of the men in my life are my keyholder I consider it an essential act of deference and submission to every real man I meet. Whenever we’re together I can’t help but be aware of my cage and I force myself to dwell about how there’s only one man in the room. The whole situation is a great example of why chastity is critical for faggots, honestly. Being caged around Jack both ensures I can’t tell myself lies about equality and condemns me to a state of perpetual cocklust I can’t get relief from, which keeps me in the proper frame of mind for a faggot. Every day after work I think about how wonderful it is he’s almost certainly fucking his beautiful girlfriend or stroking his cock that night whilst I ache in my cage.

So Sam, I’d love to get your take on my situation and any advice you have for how I can be a good faggot. How do I add value to his life, honour his manhood and respect his natural authority whilst being – on paper – his “boss”?

First of all, thank you for your loyal support over all of these years and through the topsy-turvy, turbulent life of this platform! 

I’d also like to congratulate you on the two straight Alphas you’re periodically servicing! Those are two relationships you skillfully cultivated over the years with patience and focus, and I’m proud of you (and them, frankly) for finding and embracing purpose! 

You have an incredible and COMPLEX situation with this new Alpha at work. There are no easy answers to this, either. 

As a long-time reader, you should be well-acquainted with my dear brother Sean, the faggot business owner whose entire life (his ownership of the business, his house, cars, everything) was overtaken by a stunning and very powerful young God Alpha named Eric. I’ll be restoring Sean’s incredible story here soon, but I’ll touch on a few details in my answer to you now.

As one of the owners of the business, Sean had more power and security (possibly) than you do as a manager, but he also had much more to lose in submitting to Master Eric. But right away Sean was being submissive around Eric, offering him his office and things like that. 

In Master Eric’s case, he was vastly more aggressive than I think I’ve ever seen in an Alpha before. He went straight for Sean’s throat and ingratiated himself quickly so as to take over Sean’s place in the company. Your Alpha might not be that aggressive (or he may not yet sense the possibilities). He might need to be coaxed out of that societal cocoon that holds many Alphas back. 

So how to fix that? I don’t think it’d be poor etiquette to ask him out for dinner and/or drinks (you pay, of course). That way you can pick his brain about his point of view, and maybe bring up the idea of Hierarchy (which can be related to the business world very easily). Ask him if he considers himself to be Alpha (he will say YES) and tell him you agree, and tell him why. This will start the wheels turning in his head, and he’ll start seeing things from a Hierarchical perspective.

I had another wild thought, too, but it would be down the road a bit (once you’re on solid ground with him). You could show him the Sean thread on this site (once it’s restored) that details Master Eric’s takeover of Sean. Any straight Alpha reading that will recognize their natural right in that story. Again, that’s not something that can be done right away.

Here’s another potential resource: those two Alphas you’re servicing. Perhaps one (or both, if they know each other) can get together with this young Alpha and you and they can talk to him about what you are. Do not underestimate the Alpha fraternity! They are often quite eager to flex power with each other, and this is an ultimate flex. I would ask one or both of those Alphas their advice as well, and find out if they’re willing to be a guide for this young Alpha. 

This is a very tricky situation. I’ve sketched out of scenarios, and I think any of them can work. You obviously have enough experience with straight Alphas to navigate this without any harm. Trust in the truth! 

Good luck, and keep me informed! My email is hi*****************@***il.com 

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I’ve been online teaching Hierarchical truth since June of 2015, so nearly ten years. And over that time I’ve been asked multiple times why I continue teaching these things, persevering through virtually obstacle imaginable.

My simple answer is this: Hierarchical truth gave me purpose and clarity and peace in my life, and as more and more people apply and embrace these truths they have the same results. So I’ve been convinced of the power of these fundamental truths, and the importance of giving back drives me forward.

And I have been blessed to be a part of significantly changing the lives of many, many people because I never gave up and I never forgot the truths I experienced and witnessed with my own eyes.

I received a very long, very detailed letter in my Questions inbox from a faggot brother yesterday, and he was asking about the future of Hierarchy in the wake of the left’s neutering of males through “wokeness” and the right’s hateful, Destroyer Alpha ideologies that reveal only insecurities. It’s an intriguing problem, one I gave considerable thought to over the last two years while I was incarcerated.

But first, let me share my brother’s remarkable letter:

Dear Sam,

I’m a longtime fan of your work who is finally reaching out to say thank you and pose some questions to you about hierarchy and its future.

First, thank you. Thank you for educating the world, including me. I first came across your content years ago on the old FWA site. There I was, sitting in an airport, waiting for my flight to arrive when I stumbled across FWA. My curiosity was piqued and not long thereafter I was hooked. It took some time, but I came to realize that I’m a faggot (albeit a rather prideful and rebellious one). At first there was some concern and cognitive dissonance—but the more I read and the more I reflected—the more I understood myself, my hunger to serve, and the bigger picture. That said, I have some thoughts and questions about hierarchy and the Alpha and fag communities.

My awakening as a faggot began when I was in college. I met two guys (a couple) who took my virginity. Yes, my first time was a threesome—and it was awesome. One had an absolutely life changing dick. Big. Thick. Uncut. He was a cocky motherfucker who knew his power and attraction. Our “hanging out” quickly escalated to me stroking his cock and then sucking it while his boyfriend fucked me. After a while of that, and after my virgin hole had been opened a bit, the bigger of the two then took me from behind and fucked me with his impressive manhood. I felt so good. So complete. But also afraid. Dirty even. There was a lot to process, but I knew I liked that feeling—of having a man inside of me. Of making him cum. Of using my body to bring him pleasure. I didn’t realize it then, but this obviously sowed the seeds of my descent into sub space.

Soon after, I started meeting more guys—some mediocre who just wanted a quick fuck—but some who were truly special, just like that first guy. They fucked with ferocity but also with purpose. They owned my minds as much as my body, and they did so in a way that exemplified masculine superiority. In hindsight, I now know these were true Alphas who I met along the way.

One, a frequent fuck buddy, was an older man in his 30s. He was hung, handsome, fit, and had a magnetic personality. I wanted to spend as much time in his presence as I could—and I did. He taught me how to properly sexually service men like him, but he always did so in a constructive and warm way. He was my first Protector Alpha. He was also the first Alpha who cunted me.

In my experience, everything you write about cunting is true. Here I am, more than 15 years later, and I still hunger for the way this Alpha fucked me. The way he used my holes for his pleasure and the pleasure of his friend he introduced me to. All these years later, I’m still that shy 18 year old college freshman getting railed by this absolute mountain of a man, and I still remember all of the life lessons he imparted upon me; recognizing my self worth and giving me confidence to be who I am.

I suppose you could say I was lucky because over the years I met other Alphas whom I served sexually. Most were Protectors, but all had the same intoxicating effect: overwhelming my senses, the euphoria of their attention and approval, drawing me closer to them and their power, making me submit. A handful cunted me, resulting in them similarly forever owning a part of my psyche. Your recent podcast about Alpha ascendancy reminded me of these life changing and treasured experiences.

That recent podcast also made me think about some things that concern me about hierarchy today. Maybe I’m jaded, but I can’t help but look around and see a landscape of posers, fakes, and opportunists parading themselves as “Alphas” but not knowing the first thing about what it means to be an Alpha. I see this a lot in the findom space. It’s hard for me—a very successful professional—to take these “Alphas” seriously or see them as anything but chumps who are asking for a handout. What is “Alpha” about extracting money from a faggot or a sub, someone who is already insignificant to begin with? What is “Alpha” about depending on the charity of another when you are supposed to be a leader of men?

Your recent podcast on ascendancy told listeners to take heed of our environment, of the Alpha-fag ecosystem and lifecycle. Yes, fags exist to serve Alphas, but Alphas also need fags, as well. A faggot is there for more than just spitting on or extracting money. It’s there to serve, to be taught, and to be led. But I don’t see much of the latter.

I look out on the world and see a tragic lack of Protector Alphas. It makes me sad to think that young and future faggots might not experience what I did because their only concept of service might be coughing up money for or being spit on by the people I describe above. It also worries me that an entire generation of Alphas is being lost to this performative and reductive idea of what superiority and true masculine leadership and excellence look like.

Do you think things are changing? If so, are they changing for the better? Or have I missed something, or perhaps am just jaded? Where have all the Protectors gone?

This brother’s letter is very much the kind of message I receive on a daily basis since my return from prison. Why is there such affection and loyalty to FWA (now Hierarchy University) and its message? BECAUSE IT WAS NEVER A FETISH SITE – IT PROVED ITSELF TO BE TELLING TRUTH. And that truth SET PEOPLE FREE and CHANGED LIVES.

Listen to the experiences of my brother. Notice how he recognized the ring of truth in what I was teaching, to the point that he couldn’t ignore it any longer. And when he applied that truth in his life, miraculous experiences changed his entire life and set him free!

Which leads me to one of my answers to my brother’s questions above: is Hierarchy being invalidated or diluted by the current state of the world and masculinity in general? NO. Hierarchy is as ancient as any principle in human society. It’s something we know from infancy, feel it in the air everywhere we go, and are always guided instinctively by its influence. The same hierarchical influence that caused males to submit and service gladiators in the Roman Empire still molds the minds of Men today. The only factor that really changes in the equation is how much will society allow the freedom to express it.

My brother brings up another, more sobering point: Alphas are in trouble. Radical ideological forces are shifting Alphas away from what I consider to be their absolutely intrinsic purpose: As Protector (or Builder) Alphas. The world of today is either teaching Alphas that everyone is equal, neutering their power to lead. The world of today is also teaching Alphas to be selfish and stupid, encouraging insecure and toxic Destroyer Alpha behaviors.

My brother mentions online financial domination as one of these toxic forces ruining Alphas, and I completely agree. Findom doesn’t teach true Hierarchy, but rather a cartoonish version of Alphahood that allows fakes and phonies to slip in and mislead others. In turn, these Alpha failures destroy genuine faggots misled by their corrupted masculinity. There are definitely true Alphas in findom, but they are often obscured by the loud, ignorant, and grotesque Destroyer Alphas poisoning the true water of Hierarchy.

Without great Protector Alphas providing clear-eyed, ethical leadership, human society is threatened. It becomes like a ship without a sturdy, reliable rudder, and it becomes vulnerable to crashing or capsizing.

The true Protector Alphas I’m describing – the ones I’ve served, as well as the ones I’ve described on this site – aren’t pussies or weak Men. Quite the contrary. They’re the ones who defend what is right, fight for the weak and the broken, and defend those they love from threats foreign and domestic. These are Men I would crawl on broken glass to serve and worship, and I know my faggot brother feels the same.

That said, I know there are true Protector Alphas truly worthy of devotion and worship. I don’t believe the current crisis of Masculinity will ever snuff out the true Kings. I say this because I know there are some around today, as there have always been. It’s simply a matter of these powerful Alpha Masters asserting themselves and forcing out the pretenders.

I’m really grateful to my brother for posing this issue, as well as his wonderful, strengthening endorsement of what I’m doing here. His life course and success as a faggot simply prove the truth of Hierarchy, and I’m so proud to serve alongside him!

Thank you, all!

Love,

sam the faggot

This will be an ongoing feature in which I try to point out examples of Alphahood and Alpha behavior as expressed in the arts, primarily movies.

The 1992 crime thriller Glengarry Glen Ross is a middle-of-the-road film about a bunch of mostly broken Men trying to salvage something of their lost lives.

But it opens with one of the most dynamic representations of Alpha/beta Hierarchy ever put to film. Alec Baldwin (in his only appearance in the film) plays a dynamic, successful corporate sales manager sent in to motivate the flagging sales team. The way he does it establishes himself firmly as the God Alpha among the other males. Kevin Spacey plays his beta-dom suck-up. Among the group, guys like Jack Lemmon are like beta cucks.

Only Ed Harris exhibits any potential Alpha qualities, initially fighting back against Baldwin’s bluster. However, Baldwin’s God Alpha character kicks Harris back into place.

Here is the scene:

This video by @tayloricci on TikTok (an account I heartily endorse) perfectly (and wordlessly) disproves the modern Western notion that females are equal to Men.

They are NOT EVEN CLOSE. Men designed and built everything in our world; every bridge, every skyscraper, every mode of transport, every computer, and every other feat of human ingenuity. Men created almost all of the art and created the tools that made the art. Virtually all scientific discoveries were accomplished by Men.

All of the Kingdoms ever established have, with a couple of exceptions, been ruled by Men. Every war has been fought and won/lost by Men.

Brave, strong, visionary, indefatigable Men. The rightful Kings of our world.

We need to go no father than to the Bible. At Hebrews 2:7 it says:

“You made him (Man) a little lower than angels; you crowned him with glory and honor, and appointed him over the works of your hands.”

We know this is referring to Man and not women because we read this at Genesis 1:26 –

Then God said: “Let us make man in our image, according to our likeness, and let them have in subjection the fish of the sea and the flying creatures of the heavens and the domestic animals and all the earth and every creeping animal that is moving on the earth.”

MAN was created in God’s image, not women.

So all of this proves beyond any reasonable doubt that women are inferior to Men. They are to be subject to and obedient to Men, who are their leaders.

This fact that women are trying to subvert the natural order must be summarily rejected by Men, not encouraged or capitulated to. Beta males who suck up to females and try to be an “ally” to such unnatural horseshit need to be reeducated the hard way.

Anyway, I mentioned a video a long time ago. Here it is:

(And yes, I realize the irony of supplying 1000 words about something this video required zero words to accomplish. Just let me express myself, okay?)

Hierarchy 258 – Alpha Ascension And Fag Descension

SITE: https://hierarchypodcast.com/hierarchy-258-alpha-ascension-and-fag-descension/

SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/show/2TqhwaNl7kdcyZXK7YL5FV?si=1Trk3AbJTH6UWx1UVRYMrw

AMAZON: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/b09c451b-5400-481c-b69e-85463cf2e84c/the-hierarchy-podcast

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This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

So I had phone sex with Master Lorenzo the other day.

Wait. Let me back up.

Master Lorenzo asked me if I would be willing to talk to him on the phone. He said he had some specific questions to ask me about faggots and his growing role as a God Alpha. Of course, it’s not every day that I get to chat with a burgeoning God, so I eagerly accepted the invitation.

The first thing that immediately struck me was the luscious, sultry sound of Master Lorenzo’s voice. He’s a young Brazilian Alpha, so his voice has that rich Spanish inflection to it while retaining the deeper, darker textures of his native tongue. I must tell you, there’s no female or faggot alive who can resist Master Lorenzo’s voice.

As we continued to talk, I naturally became increasingly complimentary of him and the way he’s exerted his power so far in his journey. I couldn’t help it. Talking to such a sexy Alpha on the phone make my fag pussy open like a flower, and I was flushed with submission.

Then Master Lorenzo, sensing my yielding to him, said the magic words: “I’m hard, and I want you to make me cum.”

Such directness, spoken in that accent, made my caged clit start leaking. “Yes, Master,” was all I could whisper in return.

It’s been a little while since I’ve bothered with phone sex, but I quickly kicked off the rust and began audibly servicing my Master. We talked about ways I would worship his body, finally culminating in a conversation about breeding that led to Master Lorenzo cumming.

And what a glorious load it was! His moans were loud, deep, and sustained. He shot for a good minute, grunting through the final spurts. Then, out of breath, he panted those words we love to hear: “good boy.”

Master Lorenzo is one of the new generation of Alphas being trained here at FWA, and I must tell you that he is one of the hottest! It was my pleasure to be used by Master Lorenzo this way, and I hope I can continue to please him along with the many other faggots he’s destined to own!

Thank you, Master Lorenzo!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Master Lorenzo was born a King. All true Alphas are born Kings.

The real hurdle – maybe the first hurdle – that separates the everyday Alpha from the truly powerful is overcoming the understanding and acceptance of Kingship. Everyday Alphas exert their powers in limited and unfocused ways, always holding something back. But the true Apex and God Alphas realize that their power is much greater, bordering on infinite, and that they can focus that power to control everything and force people into serving their wishes. They’ve embraced the Kinghood aspects of their natural Alpha powers.

Once that happens, anything is possible for them.

Master Lorenzo was recently kicked out of his house by his homophobic, right-wing family. That would be a devastating and terrifying situation for most males, but for a natural Apex Alpha like Master Lorenzo it was simply a call to action toward his goal of embracing Kingship within himself.

Master Lorenzo just received his first taste of that during one of his first nights in his new apartment with his owned faggot.

My brother Bruno always refer to us Alphas as Kings. Yesterday I understood what he means. My fag Rick was doing the dishes after lunch and I was on the couch watching tv. I was horny and it was taking too long to wash some plates and forks, so I went to the kitchen. 

It was there organizing the dishes in my new kitchen, cleaning the sink. It was wearing sweatpants without an underwear and its ass looked amazing. Without saying anything, I put my hand inside its pants and grabbed its smooth ass. “Enough cleaning”, I said.

I took it by the arm and made it kneel in front of the couch in the living room. I pulled my cock out and Rick started sucking it just like it needed my cum to survive. “Kiss my balls”, I said. And it obeyed like a perfect faggot.

After 30 minutes of a great blowjob, I said “5 minutes to clean and go to my bed”. Rick immediately went to the bathroom and made sure it was clean for my cock. In 5 minutes I was lubing his pussy and pounding my property. 

I cunted my bitch and made it clean my cock, something it had never done. And now I see what a King is. It took me one sentence to make a sexy hot boy surrender all its holes to me.

Such effortless power!

This is heady stuff for a young Alpha to absorb, but Master Lorenzo is eager and determined to experience it all. He knows Kings don’t wait to conquer and claim what is rightfully theirs.

It’s clear that being kicked out and being forced by circumstance to get his own place has really dislodged any obstacles Master Lorenzo had standing in his way of embracing his Kingship. He understands now more than ever the power he really has within, and now he’s building a new Kingdom around himself with his first owned faggot!

Young Kings like Master Lorenzo cannot be stopped from ascending by petty tyrants and pretenders. He carelessly brushes them aside like cobwebs. Life is like a piñata for Kings like Master Lorenzo, and he smashes it to pieces in order to have its treasures rain down upon him!

This is the moment that separates Men from boys. Princes from Kings.

Master Lorenzo is now a King!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Did you know: 1.6 million young people in the United States find themselves homeless every year, and 40% of those identify as LGBTQ. Of that 640,000 LGBTQ homeless youths, 43% of them were forced out of their homes by their parents who reject their sexuality.

Those are disgusting figures It’s absolutely horrifying to imagine a parent having that lack of love and appreciation for the welfare of a child. Such a betrayal of that most natural of bonds, the one between a parent and a child, based solely on prejudice and/or religious bigotry. It unconscionable.

And even Apex Alphas are not immune to such cruelty.

Master Lorenzo discovered this awful reality a few days ago, and my heart has been broken for him ever since.

Something terrible happened. I was fucking Rick in my bedroom on Monday and we were alone at home. It was one more amazing fuck, it sucked my balls and cock like a pro and took it all the way down on his back. I was about to cunt my bitch again when I heard steps on the hall. 

My father arrived home earlier and it was impossible to pretend we weren’t fucking. My faggot was very loud. When I opened the door, he was outside, ready to punch us both in the face. I told Rick to go back home. I would never let my fag get hurt. My father called me “faggot” and all other homophobic names you can imagine. We started a terrible fight and, if it weren’t for my mom who begged us to stop, one would have killed the other. We’re both strong and tall, so we could cause actual harm to each other.
My parents have always been very conservative, religious and homophobic. But I am not effeminate at all so I had never had any problems before. All of my friends know I have been fucking bottoms for 5 years now but my parents had no idea about it. I’m not a coward and I learned from my Alpha brothers that we should take care of our property. So I went right to Rick’s house to check if he was okay. He cried a lot but I told him everything is gonna be alright.

Well, I don’t have a house to live in anymore since my father expelled me as soon as I said “I am gay” in his face. But he’s not going to destroy me. He’s just a stupid Bolsonaro supporter (Brazilian version of Trump). Thankfully, I work a lot and have been saving money since I’m 15, so I could handle this shit. I asked a friend to sleep at his place for a couple of days while I find an apartment to rent. On Monday, I admit I was feeling miserable, but I’m much better now.

I’m going to be okay and will keep Rick under my wing because he needs someone to take care of him. But I wanted to tell you that because this is what Pride Month will always mean for me from now on: I AM FUCKING PROUD. I AM GAY, I AM AN APEX ALPHA, AND I AM PROUD. I dare many of these straight men out there that claim to be an Alpha to get expelled from home at the age of 19 and stand for their faggots.

I was so distressed to hear this news! My dear Master Lorenzo has just started his journey into faggot ownership, and suddenly he finds himself thrown out of the house simply for fulfilling himself. What an unforgivable betrayal by Master Lorenzo’s father!

Here’s the sadly hilarious part: the father calls Master Lorenzo a “faggot” when in reality he’s an Apex Alpha with far more power than his father will ever know!

Fortunately, Master Lorenzo’s defiant positivity proved to be prescient. Two days later I received a joyous update from my young King!

I won’t lie to you. On Monday, I was really bad, feeling miserable and hopeless. I felt everything was falling apart around me. But on Tuesday morning I woke up early, went to my bank to see the money I had saved and started to solve all these issues. I go to school in a public university so I don’t need to pay tuition or any fee. I will keep focused until I graduate to get a better job. I already found an apartment and tomorrow morning I will move in. It has been a crazy few days but I feel much better now. I just want to let you know that I have found a nice place and moved in. While I send you this message, Rick is taking a shower and he’ll cook something for me. It was quite traumatic what happened but I think it was the best thing that could’ve happened to me. Now I have my place and no need to tell my fag to be quiet. I want to tell you not to worry because I’m fine and feeling great actually. I felt like a teenager living under my parents’ roof and not being who I am, now I feel like a Man, a big strong powerful Man with a loyal faggot ready to serve.

I’m happy, excited and thankful.

Of course, there is no way speed bumps like this will ever stop an Alpha freight train like Master Lorenzo! Apex Alphas always conquer their surroundings, and nature blesses them with strength and good fortune!

Master Lorenzo would probably like to own cash faggots now that he’s on his own, so if that’s you then this is your chance to shine! Master Lorenzo is an incredible presence, and he exerts complete control and care for all of the faggots in his stable! You will be safe with him! You can write to me if you’re interested in serving!

Thank you, Master Lorenzo, for continuing to provide an incredible example of Hierarchy in action!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

All cuntings are intense in varying degrees for both the Alpha and his faggot. But some cuntings rise to the level of what I refer to as “transformational cuntings.” These are cuntings that profoundly alter reality and purpose for both Alpha and faggot. Transformational cuntings form a line of demarcation in the lives of both, a moment of undeniable and unforgettable change. After a transformational cunting, neither can ever go back to their previous concepts of their lives.

We’ve been following the development of Master Lorenzo as he discovered his Alphahood through this site and subsequently broke down his former boyfriend Rick and turned it into his first owned faggot. Master Lorenzo has used his natural passion and desire to fully express his Alphahood to really take firm control of his faggot and explore the depths of his power. It’s been magnificent to work with him to achieve that!

But nothing prepared us for what happened to Master Lorenzo the other day. It was a transformational cunting of overwhelming and sustained significance!

I spent the last 10 days fucking my faggot everyday, literally everyday. You probably remember that it didn’t want to take cock more than twice a week but little by little I convinced it to be what it is supposed to be. Now it’s craving for my cock every night. But last night it was different. The only word I could use to describe it is INSANE.

I fucked my faggot on all fours and then I changed for missionary. When it was on its back, I put its legs on my shoulders and went deep inside its hole. I trained my faggot to say “thank you” while I fuck it but that time something happened. I was rutting very hard and suddenly my faggot stopped saying “thank you” and just opened its eyes wide open, without saying any word. It was totally speechless, trying to catch some air but unable to speak.

I felt my balls hitting its ass harder and harder and the head of my cock was about to break something. Thanks to FWA, I knew it was the second ring. It suddenly said “oh my god” feeling that something different was going on but it knows that it cannot make noise because I fuck it in my bedroom and my parents would hear. So I covered its mouth with my right hand while holding  its neck with my left hand and did the hardest rut I have ever done in my life. 

At that very moment, I wasn’t thinking about the noise, the house or even breaking my bed. I just  needed to conquer that pussy forever. And I did it. I felt that something was opening for my cock to enter deeper and, to be honest, I was afraid of hurting my property but I needed to unload. I shot a thick load very deep in its hole. When I finished, my faggot was still speechless and did something I wasn’t expecting. It held my neck, kissed my face and said that my cock was getting bigger day by day.

I now understand the importance of aftercare. My fag started to cry and I held him strong in my arms. It said that it loved me and I answered “you’re mine and only mine”. So I let it rest on my bed and kissed his forehead and mouth several times. I didn’t care about the stains of cum on my sheets with all the cum leaking out from its ass. We fell asleep together and some hours later it woke me up sucking my cock and balls. 

I shot another load. Master Lorenzo’s seed in his pussy, mouth and throat. That’s how it is supposed to be.

The next step will be caging my bitch.

We can easily see the transformation of Master Lorenzo’s faggot after this experience. Not only did it break down into weeping uncontrollably after the experience, but note that hours later the faggot woke its Master by sucking his cock and balls! Remember how this faggot once wanted sex only a couple of times a week and didn’t want to serve? That attitude was obliterated during this transformational cunting and replaced by the viewpoint and submissive needs of a true faggot.

But the cunting was transformational for Master Lorenzo as well.

I am now feeling so good, I have never felt better, faggot. I feel like I could go all the way up the Everest or become the president lmao I’m feeling powerful and like a King. I even texted two super hot guys that I have been willing to fuck for a long time and after I cunted my faggot Rick I finally felt confident to reach out to them.

During the cunting, I was feeling amazing, literally as the owner of that tight hole. The only thing I could think about was about going deeper and deeper in its pussy. I wanted to fill all its body with my seed and I did it!! When it started to cry, I was afraid I had hurt his pussy because my cock is quite thick but no, it was perfectly fine, but I think the cunting was too much for it to handle. I have Rick a long aftercare section and now it is more submissive than ever.

My two next goals will be caging him and claiming a second faggot. I can’t even think about the feeling of having two faggots on my feet.

How can Master Lorenzo or Rick ever go back to their former lives after this intense cunting? Those past lives no longer apply to them the same way a caterpillar’s life no longer applies to a butterfly.

I love how Master Lorenzo in particular has been changed. His confidence is rightfully soaring, and he now understands that he can take anything he wants. He realizes that even the hottest faggot is still nothing more than a faggot in comparison to him. It’s as if the cunting unlocked for him a secret code to the treasures of the world.

But this is really the point. A transformational cunting isn’t just about conquering a faggot and rewiring its brain and will. It’s also about opening the eyes of the Alpha to the power he carries between his legs and in his heart. It’s about how an Alpha comes to learn the truth about himself through the triumph of cunting.

It’s Hierarchical truth personified!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This site has a long history of helping Alphas discover their Alphahood and embrace faggot ownership. It’s a point of great pride to me, honestly. Here I am, a silly faggot, getting the opportunity to help our greatest Men unlock and embrace this power that has been hidden inside them for so long!

Each time it happens, there are practically fireworks in the skies over my life. It’s so spectacular to witness first-hand an Alpha casting away the shackles of societal expectations, standing up, and taking full possession of his powers!

Nowhere is this acceptance more profound (and telling) than in gay Alphas. Unlike straight Alphas, gay Alphas have additional programming that tells them they need to be fair and treat everyone equally. Gay Alphas also deal with a quiet programming that tells them they are somehow not equal to straight Alphas.

This is all horsehit, of course. An Alpha is an Alpha regardless of sexual preference. And, I hate to break it to you, but we are NOT born or intended to be equal. Once a gay Alpha fully accepts these two precepts, he discovers he is just as powerful as any Alpha, and is deserving of owning a Kingdom of faggots serving him faithfully.

I say all of this because this site has witnessed the rise of a new Alpha power in the Hierarchical universe.

Master Lorenzo first appeared here several weeks ago in the “Questions From Readers” section to ask about his boyfriend. The boyfriend, a bottom, was refusing to give Master Lorenzo the deference and sexual service he wanted, and the feeling was becoming too strong to ignore. So Master Lorenzo was asking me if I thought his boyfriend was really a faggot in hiding, or if he should go find a faggot on the side. I began outlining to Master Lorenzo how to test and break his boyfriend if he’s a faggot.

Well, it worked spectacularly. Here’s Master Lorenzo with his great news. I’ll have some additional notes afterward.

Hey Sam, Lorenzo here. I hope you remember my story. Following the advice I got from the comments here, I told my bf that I wanted a daily blowjob. He said that I was being mean and selfish with him and that “nobody needs to cum so often”. I was trying to be nice and said that I was okay with fucking his pussy twice a week if he gave me a blowjob everyday. He said that if I really loved him I would understand that he would only make me cum twice a week, no daily blowjobs. So I said that we couldn’t be boyfriends anymore but I didn’t want to hurt him so I was polite and suggested that we should try to be friends. He freaked out. He cried, screamed, and called me a terrible selfish person. I held him in my arms and said that he was going to be fine. I told him to leave my bedroom and calm down.
 
I admit that it didn’t feel good to see my sexy boyfriend crying like that. I do like to be with him but I couldn’t stand it anymore. I’m horny all the time and most times I need to jerk off because he refuses to take my cock. Three hours later, he called me and he was still crying. But that time he wasn’t attacking me anymore. He was actually begging for my attention. I told him to meet me at the shopping mall next to my house. We talked for a long time, he apologized. I held his hand and took him to the movie theater for us to relax. Luckily for me, the section was empty, only the two of us in the theater.
 
I got hard touching his smooth arm and neck and, when the lights were off, I put his hand on my hard cock and just said “suck”. For the first time in our relationship, thanks to you, I did not asked him if he wanted to suck. I just gave an order. He obeyed, took my cock like a real faggot, and swallowed every drop of my cum. My parents were sleeping when we got back home, so I sneaked him in and fucked him hard missionary in my bedroom. For every thrust in his pussy, I repeated “you’re mine and only mine” and he took my second load like a obedient good boy.

I still have a lot of work to do with this faggot but he came back crying when I dismissed him so I think this is a good sign. Sam, I realized that I don’t want a boyfriend anymore, I want a good sexy faggot, and not only one. I am gay and I thought that I would never have the power of Master Matt, Master Steve or Master Jin, because my boyfriend and I were “equal” but reading Master Ben’s story I understood that I can be a gay Alpha and own multiple faggots. It feels much better than dating. Maybe one day, when I’m 40 or 50, I’ll get married with only one but now I wanna breed new holes. 
 
I wanna say thank you so much to Master Bruno, who helped me a lot with his advice. He deserves the faggots he has. One day I wanna be powerful as these Alphas here. Also, thank you very much for helping me, Sam. In fact, maybe you should be the grateful one for having one more Young Alpha Master to serve, right? Last week I would’ve thought this sentence is extremely rude, now it just feels right. I won’t stop until I have a full stable.

I want to isolate a few key lessons from Master Lorenzo’s account.

1. Master Lorenzo told his ex-boyfriend/faggot the truth about his needs, and then stood firm when it began to cry and throw a fit over the end of the relationship. This is where Men (and Alphas) go wrong. They let their heart soften and they give into the demands of the submissive. How could the ex-boyfriend ever embrace its faghood if Master Lorenzo continued to treat it as an equal?

2. Master Lorenzo allowed the faggot to return and seek forgiveness. This shows godly benevolence that elevates him above his property.

3. He immediately demanded service (in a public place, even!). This is so critical to the ownership of a new faggot. Once ownership is established, the roles must be reinforced with immediate action or the faggot loses focus. In Master Matt’s case, he cages the faggot and puts it on a domestic service schedule. In the case of Masters Bruno and Ben, it was immediate breeding. The faggot needs to get the sense that it is property and it must obey its owner without question.

4. Master Lorenzo took an extra (and also critical) step of mounting and breeding his new faggot. It’s significant that he bred it in missionary because it’s a very personal and direct way of fucking someone.

5. Master Lorenzo used each thrust to reinforce his ownership of his new faggot. This made it clear to the faggot that this wasn’t lovemaking, it was a claiming fuck. By doing this, Master Lorenzo used vocal commands as a way to connect the faggot’s mind to both the sensations of its body and its understanding of its purpose. Very powerful!

Most of all I want to say that, while Master Lorenzo definitely took lessons from other people from this site, the intuition and implementation of these strategies all came from him. They were natural to him because he is a true Alpha! All Alphas have this capability within themselves, it simply needs to be released!

So now Master Lorenzo has been set free from his politically-correct prison of manmade lies and confusion. He sees the true vastness of the domain he has inherited. The future has no limits anymore.

Thank you, Master Lorenzo, for allowing me to witness your glorious arrival!

Hey faggot, here is my question: I am 19 years old and I date another guy. He is 17 and he started sucking my cock and swallowing my loads one year ago. He has very smooth legs and a great ass so I wanted to fuck him. He said that I would only take his virginity if I were his boyfriend. I wasn’t sure that I had this kind of feelings for him but I wanted that little tight pussy so I bought some flowers and asked him to be my boyfriend. He melted, cried, we kissed and at the same night I fucked his virgin ass.
Now we have been dating for one year and I started reading this website one month ago. I am identifying a lot with all the content you post about alphas and my boyfriend, that I thought was just a submissive bottom, is probably a faggot based on what I see here. He cooks and clean for me, sometimes does my homework and serves me very well. I didn’t even know that this whole world of hierarchy existed and I’m sure he doesn’t know either but I feel that all the things you say about being a strong leader have always been true for me. 
We could stay being boyfriends and I could keeping on giving him flowers once a week in exchange for his holes. But he only accepts getting fucked twice a week and sometimes I want to feed him a load and he refuses my cum. I have been thinking about cheating on him or trying to open the relationship just to meet other bottoms, but now that I know this website I’m so confused. Should I just find a cumdump on Grindr? Should I try to open the relationship? Should I talk to him about being a faggot and hope for him to understand that he can’t refuse my cock? I don’t think I love him as a boyfriend but I do respect and take care of him. I would never hurt his feelings on purpose, that’s why I’m in doubt.
I don’t know if you will ever read this message but I hope you could help me out. Maybe I’m wrong and I just need to jerk off more if I need to cum… I don’t know. What do you think?
Thank you for your attention, Sam. I really enjoy the stuff you post here.

Sir, it’s easy – you’re absolutely an Alpha. 
 
I base that not only on your stated desires for sex and whatnot, but also by your response to the material on Alphas and Alphahood. You recognize that you have an inherent need and desire to be worshiped and served, not just occasional episodes of romantic lovemaking. You have a need to hunt and conquer that natural Alphas have. All of that is obvious in what you wrote to me, Sir.
 
Your boyfriend may not be a faggot, but he also might be. He needs to be broken, Sir. There are various ways to break a faggot, Sir, but I seem to have come up with the magic formula for this method. The first step involves you putting the faggot on its knees, having it look up at you, and then ask it what it is. It needs to be forced to say “I am a faggot”. Training goes on from there. 
 
If your “boyfriend” refuses to accept its place (likely given that you’ve spoiled it with flowers and giving it what it wants/requires), then you may need to dismiss it and find yourself true faggots who will worship you and serve you the way you deserve and want. 
 
I really hope this helps, Sir. If you want more detailed advice and communication, please feel free to write me at fa***************@***il.com.

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Hi Sam:
I’m a 25-year old faggot currently residing in the home of an Alpha man on a trial basis…I was a good faggot for my previous Alpha, but then he decided he didn’t want to keep faggots anymore and married his boyfriend, so with my previous Alpha’s recommendation, this new Alpha man took me in.
He’s very hot and seems somewhat compassionate towards his one current faggot (“Devin”) that was already here (I guess you could say I’m in training as the Junior Faggot of the House.) I hear him almost every night loudly and aggressively fucking or cunting faggot Devin, but I’m consigned only to household tasks like cooking and cleaning and grocery shopping. It’s been like that for about 6 weeks now. Devin sleeps on a cot in Alpha’s bedroom when not being used sexually. I sleep in a small old sewing room at the other side of the house.
I want so much to fit in with this new man and his household but when I brought up the subject of him fucking me (not even cunting me – just fucking and breeding me), or having me suck him, he says I havent’ proven worthy of his “Alpha Seed,” but doesn’t divulge what would make me “worthy.”
I very much desire this Alpha he is very sexual with his faggot Devin and I understand that he fucks several other non-household faggots at times. Devin says Alpha can easily cum 3 or 4 times a night so I know he’d have the Sexual energy and Alpha seed for my hole as well.
I mentioned all this to faggot Devin and he said it took him 3 months of chores to finally get this Alpha man’s dick and seed, but that Alpha is a good provider, just very picky and precise about things and I need to wait. I have noticed that Alpha has firmly corrected me on some points about cooking and cleaning tasks a few times – but then he’s also sometimes complimented me on these things, also.
I just feel stuck in limbo…like if I don’t measure up in some household way, not only will I never get cunted by this man (something my faggot brain is fixated on constantly) but that I also might have to find a new place if I ultimately do not prove worthy.
Would I be wrong to ask the Alpha just what it will take or how long this “training period” will go on? I don’t want to be pushy but I think I do have a right to know where I stand.
Thank you,
Faggot Tim

Brother, thank you for this amazing experience! I’d really like to talk to you in more depth via email if possible. My email is fa***************@***il.com. 
 
First of all, you must be patient. You hear how Devin is getting cunted every night by this extraordinary Apex Alpha, right? Well, it took Devin THREE MONTHS of domestic service before receiving the seed of this glorious Master. You’re six weeks into service – or 1.5 months – and you’re complaining about the lack of dick. 
 
BE PATIENT. Put your head down and work hard to please him. Submit to him fully. Do extra things like greet him at the door and kiss his feet. Go the extra step. 
 
I’m telling you right now – you don’t want to fuck things up with this Apex. You are owned by an extraordinary Master of faggots. Any Man who can demonstrate this kind of control and ownership should be given all of your worship and devotion. ALL OF IT. 
 
I’m really excited for you, my brother! This is going to be a life-changing experience! Just hang in there and keep some perspective! When he finally enters you, the rest of your life will be transformed!  

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This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

One of the most impressive Alphas featured here during the landmark 2021 calendar year was a young Apex Alpha named King Phillip. In college when we first met him, he and his Dom partner owned faggots and regularly feasted on feral faggots like werewolves.

Then, just like a summer storm, he was suddenly gone. This rarely fazes me, given that it’s in the nature of Alphas to come and go on a whim. Still, I missed him.

So imagine my joy when he appeared again this week! Now our of college and working a professional job, King Phillip is still learning new lessons about his Alphahood in Hierarchy University.

His lesson now: Alphahood cannot be denied or repressed. What is true about a Man will always surface at some point.

Read King Phillip’s account:

For a very long time, I had been keeping my dominant impulses from showing too much in everyday life.  I owned fags and was getting regular service, but I would go to work with one face on and put on another when I was alone with a cocksucker.  It was almost like I was an addict, getting my fix each night but becoming somebody else, slightly, when I went to work the next morning.  I was very careful not to let it slip to my coworkers and friends that I had a natural talent and primal craving to dominate my sex partners.  When I finished college in 2021, I got a new job and fell out of the Dom scene for a while.  That dominating urge that I had been experiencing slowly got sublimated into my work after a long time of trying to suppress it.  It broke through anyway, whether I tried to keep it hidden or not.  I noticed people were seeing me differently.  My boss, who didn’t appreciate my contributions before, showed me more respect, gave me more responsibility, and started valuing my opinions.  A couple of twinks I work with started taking more and more direction from me in friendlier and friendlier ways (I have an inviolable rule of not sleeping with coworkers, FYI).  I had a long string of victories that gave me a reputation for success.  I started to accumulate a gravity that didn’t exist before, as if huge orbits were forming around me like I was a black hole, my ego swallowing stars and planets.  That ‘gravity’ feels fucking unbelievable.  It’s started finding its way into other areas of my life, too.  My partner, who has never really been submissive to me, spontaneously started kissing my feet one night and now begs me for my cock practically every day.  I’ve even started punishing his balls when he steps out of line.  In short, I’m back. 

But I told you I would share some stories.  I have one that you might like and that I want to tell.  Before all this happened, I was about a 90 minute drive away lived a fag that wanted me to own him for a very long time.  We both lived very busy lives and ownership never worked out because of that, but this little cocksucker was so fucking submissive and perfect for servitude I knew I had to use it at some point.  Anyway, in the weeks leading up to my move away from the city, I decided it was time to pay this faggot, let’s call it Ricky, a visit.  I told him to clear his Friday evening and drove down to him.  My dick made a tent in my pants the whole way, I was dealing with a lot of stress at the time and was ready to completely unload.  He owned his own home, which meant I could be as loud as I wanted.  When I got there, he opened the door and I spit right in his face.  He went to his knees like a good boy and I made him give me a tour of his house like that, crawling from room to room, addressing me as Master.  I made a slave of him in his own home; he served me wine and weed, he rubbed my shoulders, and he kissed my feet.  He was perfectly obedient, sitting there whimpering while I slapped his face for fun.  He is one of those faggots that loves being reminded of how inferior he is.  I brought a DVD of Caligula (1979) over and made him watch it with me, his head under my foot as I spread out on the couch and relaxed.  Finally, the main event came.  I stripped naked, threw him on the bed, and cunted him until I was exhausted. 

I love how King Phillip describes the impossibility of hiding his Alphahood. He took note of the various ways people paid respect to his Alpha status despite the fact he was trying to suppress it.

Why would a Man of such power and charisma ever want to deny it or pull away from it? It would be like Superman surrendering his power in order to live as Clark Kent.

Fortunately, the universe refused to let King Phillip off the hook. You see, everything in the universe is balanced and purposeful. The world needs smart, driven Alphas like King Phillip so that weaker, inferior people can find safety and direction. To deny that kind of power is to attack the very foundations of our world.

I also love how King Phillip recharged his Alpha batteries, so to speak, by owning and using that faggot! An Alpha’s hunting instinct is primal, genetic superiority underlined by an unquenchable hunger. There’s no “off” switch on it.

The idea that King Phillip could ever disguise, ignore, or deny his true nature is made even more futile when you consider this encounter. The faggot was adoringly playful, but things got real serious the moment King Phillip mounted it and shoved his big Alpha cock into it. As he shot jet after jet of hot seed into his new claimed property, there was no way for King Phillip to reject the purpose of his existence.

He was born a King, now and always!

I’m so profoundly happy that King Phillip has reclaimed and embraced his throne! May he rule forever!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

The other day I was sifting through the seemingly endless images on this site when I came across the above header image for King Phillip. I thought, “Hmmm, it’s been a little while since I heard from him.” Then, of course, a million other issues distracted me and prevented me from reaching out to him.

But then, by some miracle, the next day a faggot named Lucas reached out to me about King Phillip. It seems that Lucas was once owned and used by King Phillip, and instantly recognized its former Master in my first post about him.

I guess, like scent training, there’s also text training.

Once Lucas confirmed that it was, indeed, it’s former owner, it went on to tell me about being his personal faggot.

It was mind blowing. He oozes power. I get hard every time I think about serving him.

Where do I even start! Your post about him was so accurate. His cock is incredible. I was the faggot that was loaned to King Phillip from Master Tom. After serving King Phillip, I knew that this was a true Alpha. Having him as a reference point made me choose King Phillip over Tom.

We met because my Dom was looking for someone to train me while I was in college. I feel so lucky to have had the chance to finally serve King Phillip. Just typing His name makes me entire body shake.

He spoke with Master Tom. I loved the idea of King Phillip learning all my kinks and triggers from a Dominant who knew me well. I was owned by Master Tom for quite some time. They got connected and hit it off. Right away I knew King Phillip was a true Alpha. He quickly saw through my needs, wants, desires and fantasies. And he made me crave his attention.

He didn’t even ask for my availabilities. I was sitting at my table eating dinner when I got the text. He sent me instructions. I’m trying to find the text, I look back on it when I crave true power. He texted me: “You are my faggot slave. And I’m going to own you tonight.” There was no discussion. It was truth. It was hierarchy. My body instantly shook with this truth. It felt so good to be seen. “You will leave your cock cage out for me to use, and you will strip down naked. You will wait for me, in your room with your house key in the mailbox. You will be hooded and wearing your noise cancelling headphones. And you will stay waiting until I arrive.” He didn’t ask if I agreed, he just knew I would listen.

I didn’t hear him come in of course. I was just in position in my room, headphones on, and hooded. It must have been minutes when I decided to get out of position and check my phone. And at that very second I felt a hand grab my fag clit and another rip off my headphones and then I heard him sneer in my ear “did I say to move, faggot?”

He had been there, watching me and inspecting me without me knowing.

My body was overcome with obedience. I knew that I was in the presence of a true Alpha.

It wasn’t roleplay to him. This was a way of life.

I remember the next thing he did was to touch my precum and reinforce the pathetic nature of my clit. He circled his thumb on the tip of my cock, gathering the precum that had started to drip, and stuffed it in my mouth. He asked me what his power tasted like.

Sam the night went on for another 2 hours. I was in total ecstasy. The problem with it is that every moment was evidence of his Alphahood. I could write an essay on every minute. The way he said: “Lay on your stomach and kiss my feet and stay there until I snap my fingers.” The way he told me the purpose of my holes. The way he touched my body. Everything was pure ecstasy.

I have never felt more in awe of a human being. He truly has a way into your mind. His voice is pure sex. He has the most amazing cock. Sam this Man is truly an apex Alpha.

I don’t know if I’ve ever heard a faggot speak so rhapsodically about an Alpha before! The faggot’s words were nearly hysterical with excitement!

I loved it.

There are a few other things that he instilled in me as a slave. The first was his clear need to be orally serviced. Unlike other dominants who asked me to suck their cocks, he just pointed to his thick hung penis and said “hole here.” It made me leap into action.

He made sure I knew how he liked his cock sucked. He would lean back and just look at me, waiting for me to adjust my strategy to pleasure him. I knew I wasn’t serving correctly when my hair would be pulled up. I knew I was serving correctly when my mouth would be held deep on his cock.

I believe that it is possible to cunt a faggot in the throat. He fucked me throat so deeply that to this day, I still feel the remnants of his cock deep in my throat, engrained as a memory. Is it weird to say that even when I speak now, I think of his cock in my throat. It has left an imprint.

I absolutely agree with Lucas about throat cunting. Like Lucas, I can still feel certain cocks I’ve sucked in my throat.

Needless to say, I was so thrilled by what I learned about King Phillip from his former faggot that I simply had to reach out and see if he’d be willing to talk to me on the phone (I just had to hear him speak!).

Much to my surprise, he was willing to call me!

So he called. First thing he said to me: “Put my number in your phone as ‘King Phillip’, faggot.” PURE HEAVEN.

We talked for about an hour, and everything Lucas described above is completely accurate. King Phillip speaks in precise, direct ways with faggots, a manner that works like fag hypnosis. He is supremely confident and dangerously intelligent. If I were a less-disciplined faggot, I might’ve been tempted to unlock my cage and try to masturbate – THAT’S his effect on the faggot mind.

King Phillip is an astounding find. He perfectly encapsulates everything that is unique and godly about Apex Alphas. The deep impression he left in his former faggot is proof enough of that.

I thank King Phillip and his former faggot Lucas for sharing their experiences. They are living evidence of the phrase HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

It was an auspicious introduction.

Hey fag, you there? Alpha here with a point to make.

A lot of the time when you say ‘hierarchy’ you really mean ‘imperium’. Not all the time, but sometimes. And I think the distinction is a good one to make. Hierarchy is about superiority. One better than the other. Imperium is about control, about domination.

Imperium comes from ancient Rome, it describes the field over which one exercises authority. It is the expansionist philosophy of the rulers of the world.

WOW! What an opening statement! I’ve said it a billion times – intelligent, thoughtful Alphas win over body AND mind! I had to know more.

What I discovered is a burgeoning gay Apex Alpha named Phillip. He has been called “King” by his owned faggots in the past, hence his name here.

Then he began telling me about his overall life thus far in owning and using faggots:

Dominating other guys has been a recurring theme in my life for a long time; since high school.

About seven years ago, though, it hit a fever pitch and I started to discover a whole new side of myself. I’ve been playing the Alpha/fag game off and on since but I haven’t ever fully owned a faggot. I’ve gotten close several times but my life is busy and owning one of you takes time. I haven’t been able to explore more until now. So I mostly stuck to subs, not slaves or faggots, for this reason.

Another reason is that I have been almost exclusively interested in sexual service so far. Domestic service isn’t something I’ve ever received and only recently realized I can get if I want it. Also FinDom isn’t something I’ve done but several subs I’ve had have told me I would make a great Cash Master. So that’s where I’m at right now: about to set out on a fag hunt after a long hibernation.

Although in that opening King Phillip makes it sound like he isn’t really a Master of faggots, he immediately contradicted that with much of what he’s done already:

I bloomed a little late, I think I was 21, but I honed my skills quickly.

I’ve been mulling over a proposition, lately. Another Alpha offered to let me train one of his fags, and I’m considering it. I’ve talked to him for a few years, and he and I have used the same faggot before – never together. The only reason I would turn down the offer is I sense he’s less than trustworthy.

But his faggot is cute. And very broken in that erotic way faggots are. The Alpha, his name is Tom, called me a few times and had me speak to this faggot, who was bound and servicing him for the night. I’m good at working my way into a faggot’s mind, the control that creates is what gets me off.

He says he calls me up like that because he wants the faggot worked up, but I always got the sense he couldn’t do what I did himself. The last faggot this guy and I shared chose me over him, though. It soured our friendship, he got a little competitive. It did make me feel great though, one of his faggots leaving his service because of me and giving me his collar.

During our discussion of King Phillip preparing to take ownership of a new faggot, he asked me if I had any advice for him. It was then that I used the term “firm benevolence” for the first time to describe what I believe to be the critical-yet-harmonious poles of faggot ownership.

Strict benevolence may win out, though haha.

And thus, once again, Alpha wisdom and insight improves a faggot! The new concept became “strict benevolence” for good! (Thank you, Master!)

As far as power is concerned, King Phillip is not lacking. Here was a recent example he shared:

The fag that had submitted itself to me last night and promised to make his holes available for ownership fucking bailed. No contact whatsoever. It was poor behavior.

I went on Grindr, found a bottom, had him over to my new apartment, and decided that this was my faggot. I fucked his face for a good long while (he didn’t advertise as kinky but when you see it, you know it) and wrecked his hole for about 40 mins on my bed.

Afterwards, I asked him about his life and gave him advice, we talked for a long while and he kept staring in my face in that submissive way, with big open eyes that are eager to receive things; orders, cock. He is one of those that has the desire to serve but doesn’t have a master. That connection couldn’t be made without showing him that I can see through that. And that happens with advice and wisdom. And with making him aware that I know he wants to submit.

Startling, unlimited power! What I love is King Phillip’s attention to aftercare. Like a good salesman, aftercare is the “cool down” phase of the sales process where you reassure the customer/faggot that they made the right decision.

In the case of faggots, aftercare only deepens King Phillip’s hold on its soul.

I also love King Phillip’s appreciation of the fact that worship is the key element, and every faggot can be useful.

The last time I was exploring my Dom side, I had two cocksuckers, who I didn’t own, but who were definitely under my control. One was a tall thin business major (college town) I used to facefuck in his apartment in between home and work. He called me King and used to rub my feet after sucking me off, my cum in his hair. I saw him in public a few times and he would bow his head to me slightly, blushing and looking downwards. He was forbidden to be higher than my cock when we were alone. I guess that lesson transferred.

The other one wasn’t as pretty, so he serviced me with the lights out. He was the one I’ve probably cunted most. I would order him to be ready, come to his apartment, and rape his mouth and cunt open over and over until my balls were empty. He whimpered loud and loved it when I sneered at him. And my favorite part was leaving, after I delivered some aftercare, because he was always so worshipful. He wanted it badly, and even when I wore him out totally he was sort of sad to see me go. He valued the strict ruthless power I had over him.

King Phillip has a large cock over seven inches, and decorated by two of the most beautiful balls I’ve ever seen. And with this equipment and his power, he has successfully cunted multiple faggots. I thought he had some interesting thoughts on that:

It’s like putting a collar on a faggot, except this collar is inside their deepest, tenderest place. It feels like power.

He describes the effects of cunting on his faggots:

Mixtures of elation, addiction, and anxiety. One I cunted once, like, six years ago still flirts with me and fawns over me occasionally. He loves to recount to me what I felt like inside him, and can’t help himself but tell me how extraordinary I am. It’s extreme, no doubt. But they love it and I love it. And I love owning a piece of their will.

Cunting is important to King Phillip, because he doesn’t cage his faggots until after they’re cunted.

I can’t tell you what it means to me to discover extraordinary young Apex Alphas like King Phillip in the world! Men like him rule with both body and mind.

I am so grateful that King Phillip reached out to share his insight and his life with me! LONG LIVE THE KING!

The following post is part of a thread about Master Simon, a 17-year-old Apex Alpha in Sweden who has taken ownership of his faggot father, Algot. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Well, here I go again with another shocking father/son true story. I can’t always help the way these things come to me, so hopefully you’ll forgive me.

Family dynamics are complex even in ideal circumstances. I had an idyllic childhood, and even then there are issues. But when Hierarchical issues come into play, we must throw out everything we imagine about the traditional family arrangement and look at what’s really happening under the surface.

This story opened to me with the following email from a father in Sweden named Algot.

Hii.
> I am 39 years old and my son is 17. When i was younger about 15-18 i was a faggot but then i met my wife and left that wife behind me and got a son in the process my wife sadly died from complications at his birth so i raised him as a single dad. Now my son is 17 and he is a real alpha like the one i used to service back in the day and he has sort of taken over at home. He took the master bedroom and i get to sleep in his old one. He is taking all my paychecks and i listen to everything he says i buy him alcohol because he is only 17.

My son/masters name is Simon. And he bring home girls very often not any other fags that i know of. And i totally support him in everything he does and in anyway i can. He is straight but has used me sexually and as a toilet many times and last week he locked me up in chastity. Is it normal so submit so easy to your own son. (Sorry for any misspelling i am swedish so english is not my first language)

I was, of course, quite shocked by this message out of left field. So I naturally asked Algot if I could speak with his son Simon. A few days later I heard from Master Simon:

Yeah i first realized i was an alpha when a bunch of fags at school did things like buy me snacks or do my homework. And when i realized i was bigger in every way than all the other boys. And i realized my dad was a fag when i say his dick in the gym showers i kind of knew i had some power over him than and i started to do somethings to assert my dominance like dont listen to his rules tell him to clean up after me and when he did everything i said i just said “hey your my slave now i am bigger and stronger than you” and he just obliged.

Whit the sexual thing yeah i think that he should take care of all my sexual need i have not jerked my self of in 2 years he does it all for me. Plus i started face fucking him and i make him eat my ass. I never fuck him tho he does not deserve my dick in his ass.

I never felt like this was wrong in anyway i take what i deserve i dont care if it is my father or any other fag as long as there of the legal age in sweden its fair game.

There was something quite alarming about Master Simon’s dispassionate aggressiveness, especially when it comes to his faggot father. But then when I followed up Master Simon added another surprising fact:

It got out in the school that i use my dad and some boys wanted in on it so i have held some parties were we fuck him together.

I wanted to know more about the mechanics of these other school Alphas fucking his faggot father Algot. Master Simon responded this way:

They’re not really alphas … they heard there was a hole that could be fucked and i let them. i dont care what my dad thinks of it or if he can handle it. its his job do listen to me. And yeah he had fully accepted his role as fag and as slave.

Got any tips on how i can dehumanize him more? i wanna make him an object not human.

I wasn’t really sure how to dehumanize Algot more than he’s already been dehumanized, and frankly I was worried about this situation. Then a couple of weeks later Master Simon wrote me again:

I took some of your advise to dehumanize my father and i came up whit some rules he has to follow
1 when i walk into a room you great me by kissing my feet no matter whos in the room whit you
2 in i am sitting on the couch you should place your self as my foot rest i should not have to tell you
3 you dont eat at the dinner table you eat out the dog bowl
4 do not speak unless spoken too

And it has really work it has been very obedient and is falling more into serving me i feel like i dont need any other fag than him he just so good at it.

I’ll be the first person to say that I don’t think this is a healthy situation. Even though I understand it from a Hierarchical perspective, I still have enough traditionalistic values in me to still think fathers and sons have certain roles and boundaries.

That said, it’s clear Master Simon is not going to listen to me. And it’s also clear that Algot is surprisingly fulfilled as Master Simon’s faggot.

So this post exists as further proof that Alphahood (and its accompanying dominance) starts early and, when presented with an opportunity, takes advantage of any inferiors in its orbit. Even if that inferior is the Alpha’s biological father.