This is an age-old issue with Alphas, especially straight ones. They have so much natural power, aggression, and testosterone roiling inside them that requires an outlet.
Coupled with their natural superiority and dominance, there is a perfect cocktail of explosive violence waiting to be ignited within Alphas.
Hearing the word “no” is often that trigger.
You see, Alphas already know they rule the world, and they expect inferiors to worship and obey. When they don’t receive it, Alphas use rape as a reinforcing tool. It’s an imprecise tool to readjust hierarchical expectations.
But this is one of many reasons why straight Alphas use fags. They think (rightly or wrongly) that they can rape fags and violently “cut loose” on fags without repercussion. That’s true in most cases, but the underlying mechanism remains the same.
Understanding hierarchy helps us to see this for what it really is, and not society’s flawed, reactionary ideas.
When the incident at Cornell happened, people were shocked and looking for answers.
Here’s the answer: straight Alphas have a rage inside them, a need to be obeyed. They know they rule all, so they expect inferiors to comply with their demands.
I am an Alpha Male who has bred cunted and owed fags for a while. This is a wonderful site. Truthful and enlightening. I have a two part question.
Part One – I have had fags rim me and it is always thrilling. Knowing a fag is back there running his tongue over my asshole gives me power that is unmatched. However I have noticed a trend were Alpha Males are rimming the fags they are using. What are they getting out of rimming the fag? Does the fag get excited about this? Should this be something I give to the fags I use?
Part Two – I have one fag that has been with me for six years now. I have noticed that it’s pussy has taken on more of a slit look (like a woman’s pussy) over the years rather then a round hole like mine. Is this something you see happen to fags? Does this happen all the time? Over time or are there fags that just have that look?
Hope you can give me some answers. Master Beck
Master Beck, it’s a profound honor to have you on the site and sharing your experiences with the world! I’m sorry about the delay in my response, Master! I’ve been dealing with an extraordinary and absolutely unwarranted life situation. One more month to go!
Let me answer both intriguing questions at once:
1. I’m glad that you mentioned the unparalleled power you receive from having your asshole licked, Master! I’ve been telling straight Alphas that very thing for decades, and every one who tries it tells me it changes their life!
I think Alphas lick their faggots’ pussies for the same reason why they lick female pussy: it prepares the hole for penetration. For a faggot, that preparation could be critical depending on the size of the Alpha’s cock.
2. Of course faggots love to have their pussies licked, but for different reasons. It feels good, but it also humbles the faggot. It reminds them of their place. I know I get embarrassed when an Alpha licks me, because i feel like I don’t deserve that.
Faggot pussies do develop slit-like contours after extended use. I wrote about it in a post titled “Boy Pussy.” You can read that here: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/boy-pussy/
Master, again i thank you for writing to me! I’d love to talk to you in more detail! You can write me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com!
Alphas love seeing a fag fuck itself on their dicks. Not only can they enjoy effortless pleasure, but they can also experience how badly the fag wants to serve them.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a married beta-sub named Pete who was raised hierarchically by his Alpha father and grandfather, and is submissive to this three sons.CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The previous installment of Pete’s story about his family of Alpha elders and sons training him to submit properly caused a bit of a kerfuffle on X and the Hierarchy University Discord. It’s certainly controversial (I’ve never disputed that), but its subject matter really rattled some people.
I stood firm for its publication despite all of the noise. Here’s why: I’ve always intended this site to be a serious exploration of hierarchical truth, and not just a place with hot stories and porn. That’s what has ALWAYS set this site apart from virtually everything else out there. I fearlessly and relentlessly hierarchical truth first, and the thought of what is morally or socially acceptable never crosses my mind. I’m searching for the deeper forces that drive and shape us, even in the ugliest circumstances. From time to time I’ve expressed my personal revulsion over some of the stories I’ve covered … but I didn’t shy away from it.
Pete’s story is a vital, living document of how deeply hierarchy penetrates the family structure; how it can be a force of division within families that have no understanding, while also becoming a powerful binding agent in families that have this intrinsic truth embedded in them. Thankfully Pete’s family deeply respects hierarchy, so Pete’s understanding and acceptance of his faghood is being guided by family Alphas who accept him for what he is. How can I oppose that??
Like I said, the previous post went into great detail about multiple encounters he had that continue to reinforce his proper place. The following post is something of a response/update to that one.
A few thoughts and comments and follow-ups.
Coach always asks permission from my youngest son as from on Alpha peer to another. Coach is the coach with the team, and he is also on the family’s team helping to raise Danny, and his brothers, into men.
Coach speaks to Dan as man to man, Alpha to Alpha. Normal casual man to man chatting and casually asking if he, Coach, can borrow or use me. Danny doesn’t always say yes. Sometimes it is, “not right now.” And the subject is dropped. Sometimes Coach offers some faggot training and Danny agrees.
With the boys, my brother and Dad and other men it is an Alpha thing with me. Not a Top or Dominant or Master relationship, but a focus on being Men, Alpha Men and the pecking order. Never bullying or aggressive, but the practice of hierarchy.
Apart from sex, I am pretty much treated the same as always by family and family friends, but always with kind condescension. Hands on my shoulder, on my head, lower back and butt.
I went with my oldest to get new tires. He led into the garage and up to counter and how he held himself made me proud. He took control and I took my place at his side and slightly behind. He spoke and negotiated with the guy behind the counter. I was told to pay, and I did. Dave, my oldest son, told me take a seat in the waiting room while he drove his car around to the garage. While waiting, we chatted as always. When it was done the guy who did the mounting, not the guy who waited on us, came and spoke to my son and ignored me. Clearly they knew who was the Alpha man.
I found out my dermatologist is an Alpha Man and lives that reality. He asked me a couple of days ago about my being smooth from the neck down. “Your idea?” he asked. “No.” “Okay. Wife’s?” “No. My dad’s.” “Dad? Or Daddy?” “Both. The same.” “Nice. He’s a good man. You look good like this. Are you moisturizing?” “Sometimes,” I said. “You need to everyday. I’ve a sample for you,” and we went and came back with a bag of moisturizer creams. “You need to rub it in everywhere.” “Okay. Will do,” I said. “Do it now.” And squirted lotion into my hand. So I applied it everywhere and he rubbed into my back. It was non-sexual, medical, professional while at the same time emphasizing our places, he the Alpha and me not. He swatted my ass, said I was a good boy and to listen to my dad, told me to get dressed and to come back in a year.
I get told pretty often how great it is that my sons are growing into men. I’ve been asked by guys how to let their sons grow into leadership and confident men. I always tell them to let them. To encourage them. To take a step back. With some dads I’ve told them to do it side by side, bringing their sons along side as men. With a few other dads I’ve suggest that they step back and cede some control to their boys and letting them take over here and there, learning to take responsibilities. I’ve seen a few situations where the sons start to treat their dads as my sons treat me. They’re the Alphas and their dads aren’t any more. Always seems like natural sorting.
My dad’s cunting of me in front of/with my sons was less sexual than making the point that my sons were Alpha, strong males and would be strong men. And the second point was to fuck the man out of me and push me into who he believed i could and should be. His training has been really into man formation. Confidence, assurance, leadership, responsibility and kindness. He is the same with me in settling me into another space. Proud of myself, my body (muscular, lean, smooth) and an appreciation of my little (pink and cute) dick and the pleasure that men, Alpha Men (straight and gay) will enjoy. Men, Alpha Men, straight and gay, have cocks that I should be naturally attracted to (and I’ve found that I am) and should desire to please. Less love making as with a woman, and more into serving and offering pleasure to Men. I’ve always gotten favorable comments, some also mocking, my little clitty of a dick and never minded but now I am really appreciative of it being noticed and liked.
Danny, the youngest is very busy these days. Still he is very ass focused. He also takes being the man seriously with my Dad’s, brother’s, uncles’ and my grandfather’s guidance, along with the coach’s. My grandfather agrees with you about cunting. My dad, grandpa, brother and Danny were sitting by the pool and grandpa said to my son that it was important to fuck bitches hard if you want to own them. He told me to come over to him. He pulled my cheeks apart so they could see my hole, “this is what they are for. You need to fuck bitches hard. Maybe gentle at first, but if you want to own them you need to pound them hard. Real hard.” “That’s what I say, Dad,” my dad said to his. “Fuck the man out of them.” “Damn straight.” Grandpa said that he’d love to fuck such a nice cunt if he could still get it up. We all laughed.
I still wash the older boys’ car and my Dad’s.
The coach borrowed me to mow his lawn. When I went into use the bathroom, I was told to squat and pee and shit in the yard. He had me pick it up and toss into the clipping pile then he hosed off my ass, having me rub it clean and finger out any remains from my hole. I’ve cleaned out his garage, naked, the door open. No one could see anything unless they came up the driveway, which only happened once. He does like me to drink from the tap and have me replace toilet paper and to wash him. He has shared with me with another Dad whose kids have are teammates with my sons.
I still fuck around with gym buddies. I’m the only one that never tops. All the guys bottom. We spent a few days at the lake house 24/7 naked, hiking, swimming, laying in the sun, playing cards. I shaved one of the other guys smooth.
On the road trip with my brother I did get finger fucked standing at a rest area urinal. I was just wearing flip flops and shorts that I’d dropped to my ankles when a guy came in, stood next to me and wet his finger with his pee slipped it into my hole then my my mouth for spit lube then back in. Ass to mouth, spit and shit lube he fingered me and I sucked my scat off his finger. While finger fucking me, he peed into my urinal, finished and left after washing his hands. I walked out to where my brother was lying on a picnic table tanning and told him what happened. “Good boy,” he said.
Well… That’s all I can think of.
Pete
I think this is a less controversial installment, but no less revealing.
First of all, the high school coach Alpha deferring respectfully to Pete’s 13-year-old Alpha son Master Danny is incredibly significant. Maybe he’s just recognizing the ownership aspect, although Master Danny could indeed be that dominant already. But it goes to show how Alphas view each other within the Alpha fraternity. They’re like a cabal of vampires winking and smiling to each other in a roomful of human prey. Alphas are on that kind of elite level in all aspects, even the laws of nature unwritten between them. This is so important to remember when dealing with Alphas, especially multiple Alphas!
The anecdote about Men noticing how Pete’s Alpha sons are growing into powerful Men is significant because it shows that Alphas carefully observe the raising of young Alphas. It’s a subject of keen interest to them, even if they don’t know why. Alphas appreciate Alpha lineage and legacy about as much as anything else. They recognize that Alphahood is a privileged class, and they protect it fiercely. So even though they see Pete as a faggot, they recognize he is dutifully raising proper Alpha sons.
The moment at the pool with Grandpa and Dad inspecting Pete’s pussy and commenting on it in front of his son Master Danny is almost surreal, but accurate. The casual nature of the conversation is off-putting, especially given that they’re talking about a family member like he’s a prize-winning hog. But this is the way hierarchy grooms Men and Alphas.
Speaking of being treated like a prize-winning hog, Coach Alpha forcing Pete to piss and shit in the yard and then hosing him off afterward is about a literal as it gets. It’s also pretty bold to treat Master Danny’s faggot like that … makes me wonder if they had arranged it beforehand.
This is a very complex hierarchical situation. There are a lot of Alphas in the mix, and one very fortunate faggot still learning his place. I’m really proud of Pete for remaining submissive and yielding as new aspects are introduced to him! It’s not easy, but at least Pete is safe as he learns!
A persistent, hungry faggot might not be the most obedient boy in the world, but it will eventually wear down the Alpha’s resistance and get him to use it!
Few Alphas can keep themselves from getting turned on by worship and hungry holes!
The following post is part of a thread highlighting the exploits of Master Dean, the God Alpha son of Master Dino and twin brother/owner of Jimmy the faggot. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
When God Alpha Dino moved his extended family of Alphas and faggots from their mountain fortress to an island in the Atlantic Ocean, I worried that the extreme change in environment and lack of easy medical care might not be best for them (especially given the number of toddlers involved). I kept my reservations to myself since it wasn’t my place to question the move at all.
But how foolish I was! The change in environment was the perfect place to finally unleash the absolute power of the five Alphas there: Master Dino, Master Chad, Master Dean, Master Cal, and Master Phillip. They have all reverted into primal Alpha beasts like their ancient ancestors. Mostly naked and roasted by the sun to a deep, rich, coffee brown, the Alphas take profound pleasure in training together, hunting together, and breeding together.
The many faggots with them (called “the rainbow” because each is named after a color) have also reverted back to the way ancient fags served Alpha clans of the past, by cooking and gathering and caring for Alpha offspring. Oh, and being used again and again for sexual pleasure by the horny Alphas of the tribe.
It’s the way it has always been, and Master Dino’s family has become its embodiment on this isolated island paradise.
Of all the Alphas on the island, I’m probably closest to Master Dean. He’s the most directly intellectual of them, and a gifted writer. And while I’m nothing compared to him and will never be counted among his friends, he deigns to make me feel worthy in small ways that feel like the universe to me.
In keeping with that spirit, Master Dean occasionally writes to me for no reason other than he was thinking of me, as he did recently:
Hello little one,
I am refraining from My studies and, in mid-contimplation, thoughts turned to you. I trust you are well. We all certainly are thriving. I can see the Children outside, faggots with the young Ones and Chadwick and Phillip with the oldest group. It looks as if Our Savior is thrilling the youthful Spawns with an adventurous yarn as He demonstrates how to dress a boar for storage. They all laugh and alternate for the premium spot beside Our boisterous, blood-spattered Leader. My Son especially loves hunting and absorbs every word and action of His Uncle Chad. Concurrently, the Prince follows Me, drinking in My educationed speech, and is in awe of My medical knowledge. If someone is ill, Prince is at My side as I examine the patient. But both Boys worship Their respective Fathers as well.
Bunny is well and on a mission to serve Phillip and Spike, His Son, until the Men are drained. My little whore is well and happy. I honestly was unsure of the outcome for bunny for a time. I was assured of My baby’s recovery when, after 2 days of bed rest after open heart surgery, she asked for My semen. Not food or drink, just My penis and ejaculate.
Cal just entered and nosily read what I am writing. He says hello. I must tell you He is a fine specimen of a Alpha Man, tanned, just developed muscularly, and His scent is amazing. I may be compelled to enter a contest of strength with My Brother and see Which comes out on top-or bottom depending on One’s desires. Ha. I amuse Myself.
Chadwick continues to lead by example and with education in the best manner for Children. Not one disobeys His command or fails to understand all He teaches. I, too, am never questioned or disobeyed. I am aware that Chad informed you of His faggot son, gavin. he is definitely a faggot who loves all Men but is almost insanely in love with Chad. The little whore has been caught with Chad, who is unknowing of anything when sleeping. (c.c. can attest to being taken by Chad while He sleeps. My Brother copulates while snoring.) Regardless, I caught gavin with a sleeping Savior absolutely worshipping Chad’s tumescent penis, licking and sniffing until He ejaculated that huge emission as I walked in. Unnoticed, I stood watching as that faggot reveled in a Man’s cum. I thought it best to remain quiet and exit. I told Chadwick about the experience and He decided to ignore it but We all now make sure gavin is unable to enter a room where Chad sleeps. Neither want to discourage gavin’s desires or warp his emotional self, his natural desires. he is a faggot. It seems We have another bunny and Pop situation here as gavin is now totally inseparable from Chadwick whenever He is available to gavin.
Well little one, I could continue to infinity but I think it’s definitely time for an Alpha contest with Cal. His scent was intoxicating. Who knows, I might actually ‘lose’ and be compelled to give My ass to My Brother. Ha. (Still amusing Myself) Afterward, I’m positive of some type of orgiastic taking of the rainbow. It’s been almost a week since All Men gathered to take all faggots. It’s definitely the moment.
Good day, little one. Your King is feeling jubilant and aroused. I mustn’t tarry.
Your Master, Dean
King of faggotry.
I really cherished that update. Master Dean sounds so relaxed, so complete within himself. He knows he rules along with his brothers at the summit of hierarchy, and his place is forever ensured. Their island Kingdom is just the literal manifestation of that promise.
It was great to hear about Master Chad’s classes with his many sons in rapt attention around him. Is there a sight that better represents Alpha mentorship than Master Chad passing his knowledge to his sons??
When Master Dean described smelling Master Cal’s pheromones on the breeze and getting aroused, it really brought home for me just how much this island paradise is transforming all of them into their primal states. They have left “modern society” behind, choosing instead to live life by the ancient code of Natural Law!
The part about Master Chad’s son Gavin would probably disturb most people. But rather than becoming instantly offended, a little thought would reveal a great truth: the deep knowledge of hierarchy that Masters Chad and Dean have help them to accurately detect and handle these peculiar needs of their growing sons. Also, regardless of what Gavin grows to be, he will always have a safe, inclusive, and encouraging place in this family built on hierarchical values!
I’m a very lucky faggot indeed to know this amazing family over such a long period of time!
But best of all, I get to know and serve one of the great God Alphas of my life, my wickedly intelligent Master Dean!
Master Brian here, thanks for the reply Sam. You’re right, my brother is the reason where I am where I am today. I love him because he is my role model and we’re each other’s confidante. And I do NOT want to lose or disrespect him. Owning our fags alongside him is out of question, because all I think about is owning him. So I guess then my only choice is to move out and keep a distance between I can rid of these urges. A question: do you know any older brother who’ve submitted to a younger brother?
Master Brian, thank you for responding thoughtfully to my reply!
I’m sorry that this urge is driving a wedge between you and your Alpha brother! Alphas are so much more powerful when they work together as a pack. I really hope things can remain amicable between you both, and hopefully the storm of dominance inside of you can settle a bit. This is a fairly common urge with extremely dominant Alphas in close situations, although one breeding the other as a show of superiority is probably rare.
I don’t know of another situation involving Alpha brothers that resembles yours, Master. I’ve had multiple situations involving an Alpha brother and a faggot brother, but those are not quite the same as yours. I’m sorry, Master.
Again, please feel free to keep in touch! My email is hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com. Thank you Master!
hello Sam. i’m 20 years old and from Ukraine, so my apologies for any mistakes in the text. i’m not nearly as knowledgeable in the hierarchy as you are, so i’m here to get educated. i find many aspects of the hierarchy to be aligned with what i always felt naturally. i think that i’m supposed to worship the men i’m with, supposed to be selfless and take care of them (or rather, him) in more ways than sexually. the only problem is that i’m a transsexual man.
i’ve always been attracted to men in ways no females around me were. i knew something was off from a very young age. i was always more interested in being the one to gift things instead of receiving gifts, giving sexually instead of receiving sexually. i must also point out that i only have anal sex. i get fucked like a faggot, i look like one, and apparently i find that a lot of what you preach actually resonates with me a lot. so i was wondering… do i even belong here? i’ve seen trans women in your discord, but never others like me. so i wanted to make sure where exactly my place is in the hierarchy? i would assume it’s even lower than a male faggot because i obviously lack what gay Alphas desire anatomy-wise, and i also don’t use or even show the unfortunate part that straight Alphas desire anatomy-wise. so i’m the worst of both worlds, basically.
My friend, thank you for writing to me!
The trans community poses a tricky proposition for hierarchical thought, because their situations are often assessed by less obvious means (internal identity, emotional/mental outlooks, etc.). It’s hard for someone like me to assess you because I can’t read your mind or heart, of course.
I do commend you for your bravery ad honesty. Rest assured, you have a place in hierarchy just like everyone else!
From an initial reading of the biographical details you provided, I would easily classify you as a faggot. By every metric, you’re functioning as a faggot for Men and Alphas right now.
I wanted to add that your claim that gay Alphas wouldn’t want you because you’re “missing parts” simply isn’t true. Many, many gay Alphas want nothing to do with a penis unless they have a demanding fetish for locking up fags (which is rare). I think you’d be perfect for either straight or gay Alphas, though. Yes, I know you don’t want straight Alphas using your retired parts, but straight Alphas still like the LOOK of those things, giving you an advantage over genetically-male faggots.
My advice to you is to simply become the best faggot you can be, perfect the various aspects of your service, and ignore the worry about your gender. You’re as much of a faggot as anyone else born with a desire to serve!
BTW, I hope I didn’t offend you if I misused terminology incorrectly. I admit I’m not the best when it comes to transsexuality.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a married beta-sub named Pete who was raised hierarchically by his Alpha father and grandfather, and is submissive to this three sons.CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’ve carried some crazy true stories on this site over the years, but the story of a beta-sub named Pete being groomed by his family of Alphas (including his Alpha sons!) into becoming a faggot is one of the most mind-boggling.
In previous posts, we learned about how Pete was raised by an Alpha father and grandfather to celebrate masculinity and hierarchy. Boys never wore clothes, because the male body was embraced as perfect and praiseworthy.
Pete has three teen sons who are largely being raised by his Dad and grandfather as Alphas, and these three sons accept that their father Pete is a faggot to be owned. By them.
In this latest update, we start to see the larger Alpha pack that Pete’s father and grandfather have built, and how his sons are becoming part of it.
READ ON:
It’s been awhile. Had a great August and September. Eventful.
Boys are good. Football season and the older boys have girlfriends.
All the boys had football through August, though they had a week off. The two older boys had the same week and spent in alone at the lake house with friends and girl friends came over for a couple of days.
The youngest had a different week off. My dad took him and some friends to the lake house. Like the older boys they had chores to do. Dad dropped in on them a couple of times. He was proud of how calm and in control Danny was. The leader, but not bossy or bullying. Gracious. They spent a lot of time naked, swimming, hiking, mowing. They jacked off together but nothing more.
My brother and I went for a long road trip. Great seeing the country. Fucking. Occasionally we’d meet up with guys my brother knows. Fun.
My brother told me that my dad’s poker buddies didn’t meet a couple times a month to play cards but to fuck young women and young men that they had met online and set up play dates. I’ve known these guys all of my life. My brother said that he and a couple of the other guys’ sons had been invited to join in. My brother asked me if I ever wanted to join in. I did want to. This whole faggotry thing, helped and guided by your website has changed my sexual focus. My brother told me to ask Dad if I could join it. He was a little surprised, asked me if I was sure, and did I know that I’d be participating as a cunt. Yep.
So… I joined dad and the guys out for beers (dad had told me to clean out). Dad told them that he’d been training a faggot and he was now ready. He described how he trained a willing straight man into accepting his place under real men. He went into a lot of details that didn’t happen with me. We went upstairs from the pub to the hotel room. Dad told the guys to make themselves comfortable and the stripped to their shorts. And dad told me to take off my clothes. All of them. He slipped a leather dog collar around my neck (my first time) and he began to flick my little dick and with lube finger my cunt going from my ass to my mouth and back. It was a fun evening. Afterwards the guys were all nice and complimentary to my dad with his training.
I’ve joined them two more times. Each time with one or two other guys, mostly their sons who are my age and have known forever.
In August, my youngest son’s football coach (he’d coached the other two boys when they were younger) asked me to come to the locker room after practice, he wanted to talk to me and Danny. I always pick my son after practice, after the team meeting and after the boys shower, this time I went in. Good team huddle with the coaches going over the day’s practice and the next day’s. I stood around chatting with the coaches while the boys showered and left.
My son and I sat across the coach’s desk from him. He told what a valuable player my son is and important to the team. His leadership was crucial. Rarely had a player so gifted and so gifted at leading and leading the boys towards being men. He praised me, my two older sons and my dad for how Danny was developing. He said that it would be great if avoided girls and all of their entanglement. I agreed.
“Good. But he’s a boy and boys his age are horny,” Coach said. I smiled and looked at Danny who didn’t take his eyes off the coach. “Boys need outlets.” Long silence. “Danny and your dad say that you’ve been helping out.” Thanks, I said.
“Stand up. Let me see?” See what? I was in Levis and a baggy T. He had me turn a couple of times. “Take off your shirt. Good, you’re in good shape. Take off the rest of your clothes.” I did. I’ve been smooth for over a year, from the neck down.
“Nice. Is he a good fuck?” The coach asked Danny. Danny said I was. “Good.”
The coach thoroughly inspected me while Danny he watched. Coach made comments, gave my son suggestions in training his faggot.
Coach asked Danny if he would share his faggot with him. Danny said, of course. He was clearly puffed by coach’s praise and attention.
Coach said that he would always ask permission first. I wasn’t consulted.
Coach told me to jack off onto his desk and then told me to eat it up. Then he had me do it again, and slurp it up again. Then again and a final time where I didn’t produce much. “See how cute it’s little clit is now? Little and soft. Very nice. Cute,” and he fondled my dick and balls.
Since then the coach has fucked and played with me several times.
My dad joined in a couple of times. Apparently coach was one of his fuckboys that he shared with his friends when coach was in college and after. Now, when coach joins them he’s a dominant top.
Coach also is into getting rimmed, and a little into shit. Scat. I’m used to my own having had to clean off cocks that fucked me when I hadn’t had a chance to clean out first. It never bothered me. Coach would have me deep clean his crack and man-hole and sometimes there would some last remains and a couple of times he pushed out a last little nugget for me to eat. He likes making out with me with the taste of his hole on my lips and tongue.
Also, I been trying some everyday faggotry. I’ve complimented guy’s bulges and VPLs. They clearly are flaunting. I told a college age kid a couple of days ago at Kroger’s that he had a great penis.
“You like that?” He smiled. “I do.” “Good boy,” and he tapped my little dick through my mesh shorts.
At the gym sauna an older guy was complaining how sore and stiff he was. He was clearly somewhat dominant or at least very confident in how he behaved. I offered to give him a backrub right there. A hot sweaty back rub. Both of us naked. Other guys came in and talked with us while I rubbed him.
Finally he left and said that sometime we should do it again, and more. I gave him my phone number.
At home, the boys, my brother and dad exercise dominance when they’re in the mood.
I had no idea how much I would grow to love having a cock in me. I love the taste, but especially love getting fucked.
So… There’s an update,
Pete
IN-FUCKING-SANE!
I have no idea where Pete lives, but it seems like a city full of Alphas!
One thing about Pete’s situation that’s unique is the fact that he was raised by two God Alphas (his grandfather and his father), and those two have built a healthy Alpha pack that all fully embrace Alpha power and purpose. This web of Alpha influence has come to involve the football coach at school, and now Pete’s three sons.
And Pete is the faggot in the middle of that web that they’re training to embrace his purpose!
The Alpha getaways involving faggots aren’t terribly surprising. Straight Alphas do this often (much more than people realize), because those are the few times in our modern world when Alphas can be Men together, flex their power, and do what comes naturally without judgement.
But I was floored by the interaction with Danny’s football coach. First of all, it’s clear that Danny deeply respects his coach, and the coach recognizes Danny’s burgeoning power. There’s a mutual respect between them as Alphas that transcends age.
But then the coach asked Danny permission if he could use his faggot father … WHAT?!? I did not see that coming at all! The fact that Danny (who is like 13/14 years old) commands this level of respect is remarkable! Not only that, but also that the coach and Danny were talking about Pete’s fuckability like Pete was a farm animal up for auction is especially crazy!
Pete’s concluding experience about complimenting the young Alpha on his dick print shows just how much Pete has embraced his faghood. The lessons taught to him by his Alpha family are paying off!
I’m really proud of my brother Pete. A lot is being thrown at him by the powerful Alphas surrounding him, but he’s taking it in stride. I honestly think this volume of use and training would overwhelm most subs.
However, Pete’s training is occurring within a household that fully embraces hierarchical purpose as natural and something to be celebrated. That’s the difference. The many Alphas in Pete’s life view him as naturally inferior, but not disgusting. They recognize that he has a purpose too, albeit one very different from theirs.
And that’s okay.
To that last point, Pete added this final note:
Also, Sam,
I’ve been noticing hierarchy. I’ve noticed dominant sons with their dominant sons and their submissive sons. I noticed boys becoming dominant and their fathers giving way to them. I have noticed fathers and sons being equally dominant.
My guess is that none of them have sex together, and that most will never fuck other males.
With my family, it just seems natural. I slid into it easily.
Pete
Exactly right!
Thank you, Pete, for this amazing and illuminating update!
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
As Titouan’s service continues with his older, married straight Master, I’ve noticed that much of what he’s doing with Titouan is heavily influenced by porn he sees online.
Of course, this makes perfect sense. After all, how would a straight Alpha know how to train a faggot unless he either knows another fag Owner, or he learns it from porn. Then the effectiveness of the training depends on the quality of the porn his Master chooses.
Fortunately, Titouan’s Master seems to have a keen eye for good educational porn for fags.
Titouan has written again to update his current service to his Master.
Hi, some news
The straight mature Alpha goes on calling me to come to his studio when he can free himself from his family obligations. He still loves to have me as one of his young faggots (told me he sees at least another twink). He also wants us to do as in some videos he loves.
An example is the attached video . He ordered me to look at it and said “ça va être pareil pour toi petite pédale, ce dimanche” = “it’s going to be the same for you little faggot, this sunday” .
Indeed it was, spanking my butt to make it red like the boy’s butt in this video (as punishment for me going with another Daddy during my holiday last month) , then on my knees, was not allowed to touch me anywhere including what he calls “ta bite ridicule de gamin” (“your ridiculous dick of little boy”) , and as in video some slaps on my face and had to worship his underwear and to suck his big dick.
But video was just inspiration for beginning, reality was of course longer and more complete, as after he ordered me to lick his balls and his ass during long moments (it seems Alpha men love that sooo much, both huge pleasure by the sweet tongue of their fag and the feeling of superiority it must give them, for me very humiliating and makes feel so strongly the hierarchy) , then fucked me, then again had to suck his dick until he came on my tongue, made me swallow and say “Merci Monsieur” (thank you Sir). Well, it was a very good afternoon of Alpha Daddy/ faggot twink relationship.
Before sending me back home, he again put on me chastity cage. I feel very frustrated and jealous of other boys who can have pleasure as they want, but i know it is reserved for Alpha men and boys and it is my Daddy’s right to demand my chastity.
Oh, and he also says next time inspiration could come from another video.
Titouan is such an incredibly good boy, isn’t he?? He completely embraces being a faggot and whatever task that role requires of him.
The included video is a good one, and I can see why Master loved it and wanted to reenact it. You can see how these porn videos are being cleverly used to train Titouan in ways that his straight Master doesn’t quite understand. I’m not saying anything bad about his Master. He’s simply straight and discovering the joys of fag ownership, and porn is helping to shape it.
I’ve been blessed to know Titouan for several years now, and it’s been such a pleasure to watch him grow! I’m so glad he’s found happiness with this Master, because he deserves it!
The following post is part of a thread following Kamal, a faggot who has a desire to serve his Alpha professor uncle Farid. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The most difficult help requests I receive from fags involve submitting to family members. Every time I’m asked for help with these, I’m filled with dread. I don’t want to give advice that leads a fag to be ostracized from a family home or into the hands of abusers.
It was even scarier when Kamal approached me about helping him submit to his straight Alpha uncle, because Kamal is Pakistani and that comes with extra baggage. However, I agreed to try and help because Kamal was so honest, open-hearted, and thoughtful. I felt he would have the best chance for success.
And sure enough, it was a success! As I reported last time, Kamal’s uncle, Master Farid, gladly accepted Kamal as his faggot!
I’ve been waiting on pins and needles ever since for the follow-up to this story (and frankly, so have my readers), but Kamal had some trouble getting it together to send … until now.
Just read his magnificent account, which blew away all of my expectations!
I am writing to you from a place I did not know existed until two days ago. I have tried to find other words to describe what has happened, but only yours suffice. The way your website describes certain things are just how i experinced them and there is an honesty in your writing, the refusal to hide the fact that there is much to lose, maybe a lot of pain along the way, but much to gain and to be oneself honestly for the first time is truly an experience without compare. I thank you for your cautious optimism and honesty.
The morning after Farid spoke the words that would restructure everything, I woke up and made my way down to breakfast in a daze. My aunt was there, speaking to him about some wedding in her family—her sister’s daughter, I think, or perhaps her cousin; the details dissolved in the heat of seeing Farid sitting there in a threadbare vest. She was asking him to attend the wedding and he was explaining, with that patient academic tone he uses, that his commitments at the university made it impossible. He offered instead to drive her to her sister’s place, which is a few hours away, and to spend a day or two there with her, which would allow him to explain his inability to attend the actual event to her family in person, and to give her more time with them so she could help with the preparations. As he told her this, he glanced at me quickly, and when I sat at the table he looked me in the eye without stopping his conversation with his wife, but I understood immediately from his gaze that he was lying. He had no academic obligations. The obligation that made his attendance impossible was me. He was buying us a fortnight alone together.
It was decided he and his wife would leave in a day or two, and I would not see him until he returned. The knowledge sat in my stomach like a stone, tense and heavy and radiant.
For the next few days, this tension shifted into something physical. Whenever we were alone and he involved himself with me—his hands on my skin, his mouth taking mine in the quiet hours when the house slept—he was overpowering and reticent simultaneously. Whenever I reached for more, he deftly side-stepped the request. When I asked to be fucked, he would simply touch me elsewhere or pull away with a calm smile that contained no refusal, only delay. He told me we must wait until his return. He spoke of the first time he would penetrate me as if it were something sacred, something he wanted us to be fully present for, without other cares. He said our first time would be something pivotal. “A fulcrum fuck?” I joked and he laughed, genuinely amused. I think that explains why I can’t remember the rest of that conversation. I tend to get lost in a euphoric haze when he’s happy with me.
Two days later, they left. The house emptied of everything but possibility, and I used that emptiness to prepare.
I had a professional full body wax so that I would be smooth for him, because I know he likes that. I also made sure I did some of the chores my aunt had been planning to do for him but had not been able to complete. I did his laundry and ironing perfectly, polished all his shoes that needed polishing, mended a few items of clothing that had lost a button or needed some trivial repair. My aunt and uncle had taken her car so that she would have it with her; my uncle was taking the train home. So I washed and detailed his car as best I could, working my hands into the leather until it gleamed with the same attention I wanted to give to him. Basically, I made sure that anything that had to do with him was perfect.
When my uncle returned, I was in class, so I could not welcome him home. But I made sure to cook his favorite meal for him, the one my aunt makes when she wants to thank him for something. When I returned to the house, he was waiting for me on the terrace. He embraced me warmly and kissed me. It was electric. It felt different than the kisses from when my aunt was there. This was deeper, more overwhelming, like he was not only there with me in the kiss but directing it, supporting it with his hands on my back, guiding my mouth open with a pressure he had not used on me before.
The air was warm and the jasmine smelled as it only can on the last night before it begins to wither—that particular intensity of something at the height of its bloom, aware of its own ending. A languid breeze paid its last respects and moved as if tethered to us, waiting for something to begin. He looked at me for a long time without speaking. His eyes moved over my face with a scrutiny that felt like reading.
Then he said: “I am going to fuck you now, Kamal. It will hurt, maybe even terribly. But I need you to feel the pain. I need it to destroy everything that’s only yours in you, the parts of you that can live without being mine. Or, I can stop and we can both walk away as we are.” I must have looked visibly distressed because he laughed and said, “But don’t worry, I won’t.”
His hands came up to hold my face and he kissed me again. It was a dominating, possessive kiss. When it ended he moved just an inch away and told me to leave him, to prepare and be ready when he called me.
During the hours between his words and the event, I prepared and whilst waiting in my room I read your text, Being Cunted. I marked the pages where you spoke of the proper mental state required for this transformation. For the first time, I understood from the inside what it meant to be prepared. I spent that afternoon in a state of profound stillness, accepting that whatever I believed myself to be until that moment was merely a placeholder for the truth you described. I sat in my room with the book open on my lap and felt my own consciousness thinning, becoming permeable, ready to be rewritten.
When the time came, he led me into his bedroom. Farid did not touch me at first. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me. This lasted for what felt like ages, though it may have been only minutes—time had already begun to behave differently, stretching and contracting according to his attention. He stripped me slowly, his eyes moving over my body with clinical ownership, cataloging every inch he was about to claim. I stood before him naked and trembling, feeling every inch of my skin exposed to his judgment, my hands hanging useless at my sides because I understood that I was no longer permitted to cover myself.
“You are so beautiful.” he said. Then he came for me.
He arranged me on the bed, pushing me down onto my stomach without a word. He used his hand to open me, unravelling me with an aggressive patience that left no room for hesitation. His fingers worked with a deliberation that felt like surgery, like he was clearing a path through me. I felt the weight of him pressing me into the bed, the heat of his clothed body against my bare back. Then he took me.
“If it hurts, feel it.”
He fucked me with a controlled violence that I had never imagined possible. It was not chaotic; it was precise and overwhelming, each thrust delivered with a certainty that suggested he had always known exactly where I ended and he began. He used my body as if it were a tool designed specifically for his pleasure, driving himself deep into me again and again with a rhythm that felt inevitable. I felt my breath leave me, my lungs seizing as he found the depth he was searching for.
I felt something inside me let go. Not break—release. He fucked me past the point where I could track time or distance. I began to weep, and shake, my body convulsing with sobs that seemed to come from somewhere beneath my ribs. I was aware of being gone from myself, floating somewhere above the bed while my body remained pinned beneath him, still receiving, still being used. The room blurred into shadow and light. In that state of near-unconsciousness, using your word, I understood that I was being cunted. The knowledge arrived not as thought, but as sensation, a cellular recognition of what was being carved into me.
He finished inside me. He did not pull away immediately; he held me down with his full weight until I stopped gasping, shivering, trembling. But I continued crying. And he seemed okay with that.
He whispered quietly in my ear, telling me how proud he was of me, how I had proved him right to want me, how strong I was for never having asked him to stop, even when he hoped I would. He kissed me and I remember nothing more.
When I woke the next morning, I discovered The Void.
It is not a metaphor. It is a literal, physical location in my body—a singular point of ache situated low in my belly, just behind the pubic bone. It felt as if a piece of me had been scooped out and replaced with an ongoing hunger that could only be satisfied by him. This Void did not vanish when he left the room or when I returned to my normal life.
Days later, it is still there. I feel it while I am sitting in lectures at college, listening to professors speak about literature and history, my pen moving across the page while my body orients itself toward his absence. I feel it during meals with my friends, as I smile and talk about mundane things, the conversation flowing around me while I remain anchored to this ache. It is an ongoing bodily reminder of the only man who can make me feel whole, the only one who has ever owned me.
My outward life has become a performance. I speak to friends, submit my work to smiling professors, I attend dinners, I laugh at jokes that float aimlessly through the air, but it is all an act, a performance by someone who no longer exists. The Kamal they think they know is gone; he was happily and willingly remade in the shape of Farid’s desire.
I want to say to you also that I could not have understood what was happening to me without your writing. Your words provided the only interpretive frame that made my mental state possible. Without them, I might have tried to categorize this event through the lens of romance or simple lust, and it would have remained elusive and its moment unknown. You gave me the vocabulary to accept the transformation as a revelation of what always was, waiting beneath the surface of who I pretended to be.
Now, when the ache becomes unbearable during the day, I return mentally to a specific sensory anchor: the smell of jasmine in furious bloom upon a warm beating breeze just before he spoke to me. That is where the shift began. That is where I left myself behind.
It is impossible for me to ever tell my family what has happened or who I have become. They see a dutiful son and student; they do not see the faggot who carries Farid’s seed inside him as a permanent mark of ownership. They do not see The Void. They do not see me.
But you do. And because of you, Farid does.
Thank you.
Kamal.
I almost had tears in my eyes reading this account the first time. The events described are so glorious, and Kamal’s expressive depictions of both the physical and emotional elements of his cunting (as well as The Void) are spectacular. I’m practically speechless.
What Master Farid did to Kamal is not easy, especially upon deflowering, but Master Farid did manage to cunt Kamal on the first fuck. It makes me wonder if Master Farid has owned/used fags in the past. If he hasn’t, then Master Farid has an innate understanding of how a faggot is to be used and claimed! As I’ve said before, Alphas have these instincts … but they don’t always act on them.
I chuckled when Kamal described The Void perfectly. I wasn’t expecting that additional perspective, but Kamal’s entire journey into true faghood through cunting and voiding is one of the most complete documents I’ve ever read. It’s a masterpiece!
Fags, read it again and again. This can be the result if you act in honesty, faith, and courage! Straight Alphas are out there willing to own you and give you experiences like this. You’ll never know the satisfying completion of purpose that Kamal feels now unless you try!
To my dear Kamal, thank you for sharing this with me and for trusting me! I think you’re beautiful inside and out, and I can’t wait to hear more of your discoveries as your Master Farid trains you and takes you deeper into your submission!
