i’m an older faggot that has written you a few times. i’m recently divorced and girlfriend-free and ready to live my real life as a freed faggot. i’ve recently hooked up with a dominant top man, who is bi-sexual, and i like His style of verbal agressiveness when He tells me to suck His cock. He’s got a large cock, and shoots lots of cum…so i like servicing His penis. my question to you, is that i have a chastity cage, currently no key holder, and i’m wondering if i should offer it to Him. i long to be an owned faggot and love the idea of keeping Him stasified, especially since He shoots a large load. He’s got a submissive transsexual m to f who presently serves Him, but she doesn’t like degradation or urine. What are your thoughts about me giving this Alpha Man my chastity? He likes his unclean ass licked and loves to have His piss swallowed, which i will gladly do.

Hi brother! Thanks for the questions!

First of all, congratulations on finally getting free of your  mistaken previous life and embracing the truth! I know it must be liberating for you! 

As far as your question about your Master, OF COURSE you should offer your key to him! I mean, he controls it right now anyway, so why wouldn’t you do that? By giving him the key, your chastity will be more meaningful even if it is only symbolic. 

Do it now!  

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Hello Hierarchy Podcast,

my straight Findom (MasterJon15) has asked me to stay chaste and never cum again. I understand that he does not mean involuntary ejaculations f.e. wet dreams.

I know that by controlling my orgasms, my Findom controls my mind. He knows I will beg him to be drained, the hornier I get. He himself has restraint. He will not drain me past a certain limit he sees fit, but he finds it funny when I start sending money against his wishes. When I myself excede my monetary limits, I feel like he starts ignoring me.

Other things apart from Findom he wants me to do, are regular habbits such as Sport, Cleaning, Fasting on Saturdays etc.

I can normaly manage 2weeks without cumming, but after that… My mental restraint isn’t strong enough. I will run to my Findom, he will drain and tease me for hours… he will have me fuck myself the entire time with a dildo… and then send me to bed. He has told me not to cum, while I am fucking myself infront of him. If I manage to fall asleep, the days after that are pure agony. All I can think about is being used. When he ignores me, I send money.

So I end up playing with my cage and cumming.

I want to be a realistic Sub. If my bankaccount ends up in the minus, Im not fit to serve. Thats on me, I need to show more controll.

When I cum inside my cage, I am embarassed and feel shame.

My question is: Should I stay in chasity, but cum inside my cage? Or should I ask my Findom to specify when I am aloud to cum?

Hi brother. Thanks for writing.

I follow MasterJon15 on X, and he’s a pretty abusive straight Master. And from your description of how he’s manipulating you, it sounds like he’s a very clever and talented findom Master. 

My concern is you’ve already disobeyed your Master multiple times, leading to your intense feelings of worthlessness and shame. This becomes a cycle that gets reinforced by masturbation.

Honestly, you need to stop masturbating and stay in chastity. I know that’s not what you want to hear, and I’m sure Master doesn’t want it to change because your addictions mean money for him. 

If I’m answering your direct questions, then I think you should remain caged and cum in the cage.  

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of an Alpha named Moby who has slowly ascended to become the Master of Johnny, his submissive boyfriend of two years. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

As someone who has been teaching Hierarchy online day and night for most of ten years, I’ve been frustrated by the persistent emphasis on the fetishistic and the aggressiveness of the movement. Yes, I know it’s hot … but so much more is possible. I know, because I’ve been fortunate to experience those deeper levels, and I’ve always endeavored to feature true stories that go beyond the surface hierarchical power dynamics.

My brother Johnny has been in a relationship with his boyfriend Moby for two years, and over that time Moby has become more dominant while Johnny has likewise developed submissively. Master Moby has been methodical in his claiming of Johnny, leading him step by step down the inevitable path to his final purpose as Master Moby’s prized and beloved faggot.

I know little about the full extent of this process, but what I’ve seen has been glorious.

Here’s Johnny’s beautiful new update:

Hi Sam,

It’s been a few weeks since I last wrote, and so much has changed—in the best, kinkiest ways possible. I really appreciate your response and feedback. You encouraged me to accept Moby’s offer and explore things further.

Moby and I have been diving deeper into our dynamic. He’s taken a more guiding hand in shaping how I see myself and my body—and honestly? I’ve never felt more seen. Now all of my focus is on His cock. Although I’m still as horny as I ever was before (if not more so), I think I’m slowly finding other outlets to express my pent-up horniness. One of the newest things He introduced was laser hair removal. He thought it would help me feel even more like the soft, submissive boy I’m becoming for Him. So, with my full excitement (and nerves), we started the process. Legs, stomach, butt, pubes—everything below the eyebrows and above the neck—it’s all smooth now. After the third session, I caught myself admiring the mirror. I looked… owned. And I loved it. There’s no hair left. It almost makes me look prepubescent now.

The chastity cage has become a constant now. We’ve made it a little ritual: every couple of days when we shower together, Moby unlocks me, takes His time washing me with these slow, deliberate strokes, calling my locked-up penis my “nub”—a word that’s strangely grown on me. At first, it made me blush with embarrassment. But now, when He looks me in the eyes and says, “My sweet little nub doesn’t need attention,” I melt. It’s not degrading—it’s affirming. He knows how I want to be seen even when I don’t.

I’ve even started using numbing cream sometimes before locking back up—at Moby’s suggestion. It takes the edge off the ache, dulls the need a little. Makes me forget my dick entirely. And when I forget it, all I think about is Him. His pleasure. His body. His control. The few times when Moby unlocks me for a cleaning now, it almost feels uncomfortable. My…nub…has started to feel so sensitive, especially when the streams of water hit it from the shower head. I almost start begging Moby to put the cage back on right away so that things feel “normal” again.

There was one morning, after showering together, that Moby decided to leave the cage off to 1) let my nub breathe a bit, and 2) He had ordered a new, smaller cage which was going to arrive later that evening. He noticed a few days prior that I wasn’t completely filling in my previous cage which would cause my nub to grow semi-hard and cause me pain. He decided a smaller chastity cage would do me better. I remember feeling SO uncomfortable that entire day until the new cage arrived. It was extremely overstimulating feeling my dick rub against the inside of my briefs underwear—something I haven’t felt in a long time. I took a sigh of relief when Moby finally slipped the new cage on. I was at home again,

Moby also surprised me with something wild—a make-a-willy replica of Himself. An exact silicone version of His dick, down to every curve and vein. He handed it to me with a smirk and said, “Now you have something of Me to keep you company when I’m busy and gone.” It’s become my new favorite thing. When I’m desperate and horny, I’ll lie down on the bed, put my legs up, lube up my hole, and slide it in—imagining Him on top of me, whispering all the filthy things He’d say. And yeah… sometimes I get so wound up, my body will tremble and leak a bit, like it’s trying to cum without permission. It’s never quite satisfying, but that edge? That ache? It keeps me hungry for Him.

We’ve grown more comfortable leaning into the fantasy—roles, rituals, expectations. Moby has encouraged me to sit down when I pee now. That’s the only way I’m allowed to pee at home and out in public. It felt strange at first, but now it feels right. Intimate, even. He’ll sometimes come into the bathroom while I’m sitting there, kiss my neck, or murmur something teasing in my ear. And sometimes—this part is so hot—he’ll stand right in front of me, unzip, pull out His plump, flaccid cock and pee into the toilet between my spread legs. Never on me, never without my consent. Just a quiet display of dominance, this unspoken moment where I sit and submit while He stands and releases, and I look up at Him and feel… so perfectly beneath Him in the best way as I listen to his pee hit the pool of water in the bowl—something I can no longer do.

I have to confess something that happened one of the last times that Moby did that. After He was done pissing, and before He put His cock away, Moby stood there for a bit with His penis dangling in front of my mouth. Almost teasing me. There was a drop of urine still hanging onto the tip of His dick. It made me feel…some sort of way. Moby must have noticed me staring because He looked me in the eye, nodded His head as if to say, “It’s alright, go ahead,” and I leaned forward and gently wrapped my mouth around the glands of His penis and sucked that last drop of pee off. I felt a tingle go down my spine. It tasted slightly salty but surprisingly better than I had imagined. He zipped up, gave me a smirk, a pat on the head and walked off.

That whole day He didn’t fuck me, and it drove me crazy. That night when I sat down to pee again, Moby walked into the bathroom and just looked at me and my locked nub. It was a kind of look that I hadn’t seen on His face before. I felt exposed. It made my stomach churn in the best way possible. He got closer, slowly began unbuckling His pants—still staring at me. He slid His pants down to His feet, then His boxers, and His cock flopped out. His dick was soft but looking somewhat plump. He bent down to my ear and whispered, “I chugged a ton of water and have been needing to piss so bad for the past 3 hours, baby. Do you wanna be my good boy and be my urinal?” I froze for a second not knowing how to respond. He had never asked that before. I filled with confusion and excitement. All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.”

He gently put His hand on the back of my head and pulled me in. He first slid the tip of His cock into my mouth and then slowly began filling my throat with the rest of His shaft. He held my head firm against His pubes. Once He was all the way in, I felt Him twitch inside me as He said, “Get ready, baby.” I felt a warm stream of liquid hit the back of my throat. It started slow at first and then got stronger. It was so warm. My instincts kicked in and I just began swallowing. I didn’t taste much because He was so far in. I felt His dick twitch some more in my mouth as His steady stream of piss turned into a slow trickle before dying off completely. He slowly pulled out of my mouth and kissed me as He said, “Now that’s my good boy.” I melted. Now I was really horny. Moby could tell.

Without either one of us saying a word, I opened my mouth again and Moby slid inside me. I felt His cock grow bigger and harder in my mouth. Soon He got hard all the way and filled up the back of my throat. He gripped the back of my head and started sliding in and out all the way. I let Moby face fuck me until He got close to cumming. Once He got close, He shoved my head all the way onto His cock and started deep thrusting. I couldn’t breathe as his pubes tickled my nose. I felt His penis tense up right before it began to pulse violently. He let out a deep moan. Thick, warm ropes of semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it all.

The other night, something happened that still lingers in my mind—in the warmest, most blissed-out way.

After Moby finished fucking me…again, like He does every night—deep, steady thrusts that left me panting and full—we curled up on the couch to watch some TV. I was still stretched open and aching in the best way, feeling the warmth of Him inside me even as we settled in to cuddle. His load still inside me. He must’ve still felt it. That pulse of hunger. Because out of nowhere, He leaned in, nuzzled behind my ear, and slid His hand under the waistband of my shorts.

Without a word, He tugged them down. Then my underwear. I just lifted my hips, like it was instinct. He ran a single finger over my hole—slow, circling, teasing. I shivered. My body still felt raw, sensitive, but open. Inviting.

He slid His finger in slowly. Then another. And another. His movements were deep, purposeful, and unhurried—like He knew exactly where to press. And when He found my sweet spot—God, Sam—he stayed there. My nub was untouched, but I felt everything radiate from the inside out. My legs shook. My breath hitched. And I came. Hard. Just from His fingers.

But He wasn’t done.

I barely had time to catch my breath before He pulled me onto my knees, bent me over the couch cushions, and lined Himself up behind me. The way He slid inside—deep, slow, claiming—it made me whimper. I was already wrecked, but I needed more. He gave it to me. He took His time, then picked up pace—long, firm strokes that filled me completely. I pushed back into Him, desperate, matching His rhythm. Every thrust sent little shockwaves through me. I lost track of time, lost track of everything except the sound of Him groaning behind me and the feeling of Him gripping my waist like I was His to take. And I am.

He finished again—harder this time, with a low growl and a body-shaking shudder. I felt His penis pulse as He dumped a second load of cum inside me.

We collapsed together, tangled and spent, the TV still playing in the background. He held me against His chest, His arms wrapped around me like He never wanted to let go. And I fell asleep like that, still full of Him. Still warm. Still glowing.

I think I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. And more mine—in the way that means belonging to someone who sees all of you and loves what they see.

More soon,

Johnny

Can you see how Master Moby is slowly, almost seductively leading Johnny to embrace his place and purpose more and more every day. Some of the things mentioned here are small (like Master Moby giving Johnny permission to lick off the droplet of piss from his dick), but then they turn into major acts of dominance and submission that deepen their bonds as Master and faggot.

I love the way Master Moby cherishes his faggot enough to unlock him and wash him, all the while diminishing Johnny’s status by calling it a “nub” and then locking it in a smaller cage. And Johnny’s description of being out of chastity is very familiar to me; I experienced that same feeling when I was imprisoned!

But one thing this experience should reinforce in Johnny’s heart is this: his Master loves and cherishes him. That final breeding, full of passion and warmth, is something an Alpha gives only to those who deeply please him!

I’m so happy for both of them for experiencing these deeper levels of hierarchy!

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!

It’s been a little while since I’ve heard from my beloved brother Fabien. I’ve been mostly conversing with his Master, Anthony, so I’m never too far away from him, but still … I’ve been missing him.

Fabien wrote me two days ago with something he’d made for Master Anthony.

Just a small new update that might amuse you! Anthony really values my mentorship of the other slaves of his Alpha Pack. He instructed me to write a sort of “slave Charter” outlining the golden rules that slaves must follow with their alpha master, which he intends to give to all future inferiors in his flock. So after a bit of thought, I finally came up with a list that I’m pretty happy with! Here’s the result:

The Six Golden Rules of a slave towards his Master

1. Admiration. He is better than you. He is a superior being. It’s only fair your life is harder for his life to be easier, that you are poorer for him to be wealthier. Always keep in mind how vastly superior he is to you.

2. Obedience. Obey first, think second. Disobedience is the greatest sin for an inferior. Many flaws are forgivable, but a disobedient slave is unworthy and useless. His orders, his desires, his whims, even the slightest of them, are absolute laws for you.

3. Respect. Deference must be verbal and physical. Do not just tell him your admiration: show it to him! Bow, kneel, grovel. Worship. His feet, his hands, his armpits, his muscles and his cock are divine relics to be adored by your lips and your tongue.

4. Loyalty. It is obedience without orders. Do more than he demands of you. His needs and desires are more important than yours. Put him first. Always ask yourselves: what more can I do to make his life better and easier? Learn to know him and anticipate his wishes. His happiness is your life’s main goal.

5. Gratitude. You’re the one who has to be grateful, not him. Simply being in his presence is a privilege. Serving him is a blessing. Remember it. Thank him every time you can: when he takes from you, when he gives to you, when he congrats you, when he punishes you. Never expect praise or gift from him, treat any one you do receive as an undeserved reward from God.

6. Penitence. You’re not perfect. Far from it. Confess to him your failures. Apologize and mean it. And above all: improve. Learn from your mistakes and never repeat them.

I hope you’re proud of your little brother!

I love everything about little Fabien’s list. It really speaks to mindset, which is an overlooked aspect of being a great faggot. It’s something that Fabien exemplifies.

Master Anthony probably fucked the hell out of Fabien after seeing this wonderful gift. After all, it was his great power that freed Fabien and made it possible for Fabien to become the beautiful mentor faggot he is today!

So thank you Master Anthony and Fabien for all you do to inspire others!

The following post is part of a thread following the development of a college football faggot named Ethan who finally found the circumstances to serve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

As soon as Ethan told me he had been invited to apply to serve a black Alpha, my internal alarm went off. Not that I think there’s anything wrong with that – quite the contrary! – but I know black Alphas can be incredibly demanding and rough. I worried this new situation might cause Ethan undue stress.

But Ethan’s new Master, King Karter, is no ordinary black Master.

Yes, he’s demanding … but there is a method to his manipulations.

Here’s Ethan’s description:

Sorry, I didn’t get back to you sooner, because I had to work yesterday morning and had to go to his place to do chores and I will give you more details in a second! Thank you!! I promise I will keep giving you and the readers a lot of updates! I did tell King Karter today, about finding your site again and having my thread, he was a little upset that I did not ok it with him first. He is out to most of his friends but DL with his Family, and he said he “dosn’t want his momma knowing about you fags!” But he was ok with it because he said he would read your site to see my thoughts and how am feeling about being a faggot. He also said it will help other faggots know their place. He said he would go back and visit your new site more often. And he also said I had to follow 2 major rules when I talk to you, First, ” Don’t Fucking embarrass him!” I can’t talk shit or say things that would embarrass him. and 2, I can not give you any personal details. Like where he lives and his name ( He said “since you already posted his name that is fine because his name is common not like other Niggers”) but not his last name or anything else.

I had my first day on Sunday after work. I came over to his place. He texted me that #1 would be there. He was and as soon as I walked him he introduced himself, he’s a pretty chill guy. In his late 30s, I think.  I had to put my clothes in a basket near the front door. Each of the baskets had numbers, like #1, and #3. I put it in the empty basket but it didn’t have a number on it (Yet), I think I am still like on probation, like at work. 

In the basket, was a cock cage the same one I used in the interview. I was trying to put it on and #1 helped me. He said, he had a trick since I’m uncut, he had a trick to make it easier.  He helped me put my balls in the ring. Then he went to the kitchen and got saran wrap.  He put it around the dick and foreskin and then put the cage on and then he had me slowly pull the saran wrap out. It pulled my foreskin up and out so my head was still in my foreskin and it was a lot easier and felt better than last time and he did it so quickly. He said with practice I would do it fast too. #1 had one cage on that was like a flat plate on it. I said “Wow, how do you put that one on? and does that saran wrap trick work for those too? He also said he was Cut so he did not have the same problem as me. He said no, it wouldn’t work with his because his has small holes, not big holes like mine. He said mine was called a Cobra, it is a medium size. His was a flat cage. I asked him how long it took him to get that small he said a few years. He was over 8 before starting chastity and now it’s probably about 5. He said he hasn’t measured it hard in a long time. And wears it a lot,  24/7 now. And only takes it out to clean it a few times a week but has not jerked in years. I was shocked!

How much does the average dick get smaller in chastity? I can’t believe his shrunk is almost half its size.

Then we walked around the apartment he showed me where everything was. He asked me if I was any good at cooking. I said I liked to cook, I might be ok. #1 said, “good, 3 was terrible at it, and it will help me too.” He said he would show him eventually what to make for King. Then we got to work in the bedroom. We made the bed and cleaned the room. He told me about himself. How he was owned by 2 other alphas before, the first one, when he was a lot younger, like my age. The Alpha was a lot older, a white guy. but he wanted to retire and move to Florida. So he sold #1 to his second Alpha, Straight Alpha. I was in shock again! I asked him, “He sold you like property?”  1 said, “yes. But, if I didn’t want to go I guess I wouldn’t have.” But he said, “He felt it would be dishonoring his first alpha and he really liked him and taught him so much.”  After, he was bought by the straight alpha, who served him for about 5 years. He got married and wanted to start a family and let 1 go. He found King, on Grinder, and at first it was just a sexual like top / bottom thing.  Then after a while, he would come and pick up after King. Cook for him and showed him how he should be treated.  He said,  “At first when I was getting fucked by King, King would have me wear jocks, to cover myself.” Then he told King about chastity. King liked the idea, of a faggot willing to lock up his dick and devote all his sexual pleasure to his King (Alpha). That is why we all wear them now. And, even in Jocks we can get hard. and in cadges, we can not! I also told him about my past, and about writing to you. He said he would often read your site a lot before, He also didn’t know about the New one. He said he remembers reading my old post. He said he remembers it because he identified with it. He also played sports in High School, not Football, Baseball mostly and soccer. (this was before I knew about the thread)

He then showed me the bathroom. I had to clean the tub, toilet, and floor, put in the new towels and new toilet paper, and wipe it all down with Clorox wipes. It didn’t take too long and was not hard at all. I guess they clean it once / twice a week. So, it was not very dirty to begin with. I also had to put new toilet paper on if it was more than 3/4 empty, which it was. #1 came in to inspect, He said I did an overall good job, but he wiped around the bowl and behind. He said I have to look for the small details because He will see them. I told him thanks, and I went to the kitchen to finish helping him with meal prep. He does all of the cooking because 3 can’t cook worth-shit. Oh, I said he (#3) said he knows it! King eat something he cooked once and got sick, and King said he had other skills. Later, when I was talking to 3, he agreed, he hated cooking and sucked at it. And doesn’t want to make King sick again.

 1 told me if I can cook pretty well, I can help him meal prep for a King for the week, and help cook his dinners.  I asked 1, if he liked having other faggots around. I thought he would be like jealous or something, or would not want to share in the work or credit. 1 told me that “He is not a jealous Bitch, and neither should any faggot. The more faggots a king can have, the more power he has. The more happier he becomes. And that should make us all happy. I (him) should never be jealous if 3 gets fucked more or if I cook more or if You (me) might do a better job with cleaning, or get a lot more dates. We all work to serve. It don’t matter what chores or things we need to do, just that we are doing what is told of us, doing our best to serve, that is what we strive for.” It was like talking to you haha!! After we were done cooking, and packing the meals we talked a bit more, his phone got a text and he said King was about to come up, he was parking now. He told me how to kneel by the door and always look at the floor, as King came in. He petted us on our heads, and we always had to look down at the floor so I didn’t see him (or his face) at first he petted us like dogs and came in and sat down on the couch, we came over and he wanted a progress report, 1 told him everything we did. He said good and went to inspect the bathroom and bedroom. He said I did a pretty good job. I was like in Mile High! I had to hold in my smile. I was also getting hard in my cadge too. Just him in the room made me hard, and his voice. All I could think about was the last time, and I could smell him again too!  🙂  

He came back and pulled off his shirt and pants. Pulled out his huge cock. This thing is Huge like 9-10″ Long (soft) and like 4″ Thick (Soft)! I was a little scared if I would be able to take it in my mouth and throat, much less my Cunt!  He asked me if I was still doing my Homework. I said Yes, I have been trying to do it every day. He said that’s okay but I should now watch them 2 times a day if I can get the time, and find other trainers to watch. He said he understood it might be hard for me to do it at the dorm. So I can also do it here too if I am done with my chores. He petted me again on the head and rubbed his fingers in my hair. He also said I have to shave my face he doesn’t want me to have a full beard anymore. He said I could keep a little stumble or be fully clean shaven but not like I have it. I said Ok. He also said I had to trim my body hair too. I can keep most of it but I had to shave it down to no more than a few CMs, that included my pubs. But my pussy had to be clean, I said yes but I have never shaved back there, so I didn’t know how to. He said 1 and 3 would help me do it or help me wax it.  I don’t have to be full body Waxed like 3, his whole body is supper smooth, but it needs to be shorter. I said I would be happy to clean it up for him. 

Then he started just waving his cock, and asked me if I wanted to suck it. I said, “Yes please!” He pulled out 2 bottles of poppers. Gave me one and 1 the other. He told me to sniff it when he said, Hit! So I did and so did 1, at the same time. He then began by slapping 1 in the face a few times with his cock and hands, and then proceeded to fuck his throat so hard! King would slap him a few more times on his face and the back of his head and then make us both hit at the same time and then fuck his mouth, then make us hit. He would also hit 1 in the back of the head a few more times. My heart was racing. I wanted so, sooo badly to be in 1s place. All the time King and 1 would look at me and King would smile. He would make me say, “I was a faggot, I want to suck that N*ger cock,” over and over again. He would have 1 say that I (me) was a faggot, a white Jack of spades, that all I want to do is to suck Big Black Cock while they both looked at me with King’s Dick in his mouth. King would shove his dick down so deep in 1’s throat it would budge and 1’s eyes would water and his nose would be in Kings Pubs. And then 1 would pull off, sucking in air and almost puking. And then he would make us both hit poppers.  Like you described Rutting, this was like that, but in 1’s throat! I have sucked quite a few dicks but nothing was ever this rough. My mouth was drooling all over the place!

After he got a bit rougher, the whole time he and 1 were staring at me, he shouted he was going to cum in 1’s pussy mouth. He made us hit poppers again, then pulled 1’s mouth in and down to his pubs. For what felt like a whole minute 1 wasn’t even struggling, I had no clue how he didn’t. Then King came so hard, hitting 1 in the back of his head a few times with his fist, and pulled out and shot the other half on 1’s face! After he was able to calm down for a sec, I realized I had not sucked him yet! I wasn’t even thinking about it until he was finishing off on 1’s face. Then I felt disappointed again. I was So hard in my cadge I could feel my fag dick pressing into my insides again. He looked at me and asked if I wanted this, and he scooped up two fingers of his seed off 1’s face. And walked over to me, my mouth was open and I said,” Yes Please! Yes, Please King can I have your Alpha seed!! Please!” He smiled,  “You did go today. #5!”  He put it under my nose to make me smell it, and pulled away a bit when I went to go lick it. “Wait,” He said. “You want to be my Faggot? You want to be in my Kingdom, and servue The Black Kingdom?” I said, “Yes, please!” I sounded more like a begging dog at this point. He said, “Good! Your no longer Ethan, He is dead now, from now on if you walk in to this house, If you go on Dates, You are Number 5, Your old life is over, you are a faggot now, Drink my Black Seed, Faggot #5.” He then shoved his fingers in my mouth and down my throat. His seed tasted so good. I had tasted cum before. But this tasted stronger somehow, like it was a much stranger taste and more potent. He shoved his fingers down my throat and I gagged some. Then he smeared his fingers all over my face.

He gave me a few not-so-hard slaps on the face and said, “Good Faggot!” I almost shot in my cadge if that is possible, and felt like I was jumping up and down. He told me 3 will send you 1’s contact information and 1 will contact you about what times I can come and work. Also, how much money I will be contributing from my paycheck? King said he would consider my living expenses as well as my schooling. King said he wanted me to do well in school. So I can make a lot of money for him after I get out. I am going to study to be a financial adviser after my Gen Ed is done.

He then said to get dressed and get out. I said, “Yes Sir, Thank you for letting me serve you today sir!” He smiled and petted me on the head again like a dog, I was so happy as to what he said. It didn’t occur to me until I was driving home that I still hadn’t sucked him yet!!!!  

Huh… Sam, How long is this does this denial part take to end? I know you said it is a good way to train faggots, but how long does it last??? How long will I have to wait? It is soo Hard and I feel like it is driving me so crazy!!! I read in one of your other threads (I forgot who it was) that it took a few weeks for the faggot to be Cunted, How long does the denial time usually take? It is so hard waiting especially since it is right in front of me. And I can actually taste it (his seed) in my mouth.

This is a pretty astounding introduction! If I were Ethan, I’d be vibrating with excitement and a bit a terror!

I love hearing about the different ways Alphas control and organize their stable of faggots. King Karter is highly organized, and his number system for naming his fags is efficient and dehumanizing. His program for initiating his faggots reminds me very much of how legendary FWA Alphas Master Nick and Master Matt approached the process, with scent training and domestic chores coming first before accepting the faggot into the fold for feeding/breeding. It’s an outstanding way to focus the faggot, not on the reward of cock/cum, but the privilege of service an exclusive God Alpha like King Karter.

The fag mentorship and cooperation was also inspiring. I love when fags do what fag #1 did with Ethan, helping him to put on his new chastity cage with a handy trick I’ve heard about but have never tried nor seen done. It’s such a blessing for a Master when his faggots cooperate in order to keep a house focused and organized.

The most intriguing detail in Ethan’s account is the mention of buying/selling faggots between King Karter and his Alpha brothers. King Karter is part of BNWO (Black New World Order), a secretive cabal of black Alphas across the country who are organized and whose charter is focused on the systematic overtaking of the white race through the subjugation and faggotization of white males. I’ve been approached a couple of times recently about becoming part of it, which tells me it’s growing in strength and power. It’s my wish to be able to interview one of the black Alphas involved in it on the podcast. I’m still mulling over my involvement personally … it could happen.

My little brother Ethan has an extraordinary opportunity to become the property of a truly powerful God Alpha, a Man whose power comes from within and much as it does from his genetically-superior body. I hope Ethan can be patient and focus on serving King Karter’s needs! This is the time (pre-sex) when faggots either succeed or fail. Hopefully he makes it through initiation!

Hi Sam.
Im a faggot in chastity. I want to get to the point of being able to cum from just my ass being used. At least in my experience that is easier said than done. My idea is to just keep locked and eventually I will cum while being fucked or have a wet dream or something. I know from experience that I will have to stay locked for over a month. (My current chastity lock up record is a month). I think I am just scared I will never cum again. It’s not necessarily a problem if I don’t cum again but I do worry about any potential health issues. I think I am looking for reassurance and if you had any advice or similar issues.

Thanks for writing, brother! 

It’s a reasonable concern. I think if you’re being fucked, you will eventually leak cum or even “ejaculate”, even in chastity. I know it happens. I think it’s important for any Owner of a faggot to occasionally milk their faggots in order to help keep them healthy and contented in service. 

There is conflicting information on just how necessary it is for males to orgasm in order to keep their prostates healthy. I think the sensationalized view is that males must cum all the time for health reasons, but that’s overstated I think. 

I trust my body to know when I need to excrete seminal fluid. It happens naturally through wet dreams or general arousal. You can also use a vibrator to cause yourself to have a ruined orgasm as well. But you’re not going to lose the ability to have an orgasm, brother. It’s just going to be different than the way you originally experienced them.  

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a faggot named Matt who is owned by an intense 35-year-old Alpha named Master Connor. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When I first met my brother Matt and the learned of the brutality of his new Master Connor, I warned against continuing to serve him because I feared something bad might happen to Matt. And while the jury is still out on that eventuality, I’m delighted to be able to say that my initial feeling about Master Connor was dead wrong.

He’s not a Destroyer Alpha in the traditional sense, He’s a Destroyer Alpha the way a controlled explosion effectively tears down useless structures.

Matt shared a lengthy recent experience so profoundly thrilling that I’m tempted to break it into a couple of parts. However, I think I’ll keep it all together so you can really ingest and appreciate the full power on display here.

Over text, I let Master Connor know that I expedited the shipping for my new cage and it would arrive before I see him next on Saturday right before his kickboxing lesson. He seems to really be enjoying and benefiting from the sessions! His new underwear arrives later today!

He told me the keys to my current cage are in his locker at the gym. News to me! But I also thought he’d bring them back after his workout. No! He said I’ll need to be there. And that I should arrive to the gym before his session, watch him and then he’d retrieve the keys afterwards.

Wow. What an opportunity to watch him in all his Alpha glory while I wait on the bench with my clit about to be downsized!

He told me not to wear panties because he plans to have me change cages in the locker room. Yikes! I thought he’d at least wait until after we were back to his place. He said to instead wear “some lame excuse for male underwear. Don’t overdo it fag. You’re not a Man. You’re a fucking loser.”

I wasn’t sure what to wear when he said that… I’m so used to being in lacy panties when I show up and he uses me. I only have a couple pair of “regular” underwear but they seem almost too masculine?

So without any filter, I suggested “like tighty whities Sir?”

His response was complete laughter. I’ve never seen so many emojis and “Hahahahaha” reactions in a row. He clearly thought it was entertaining. He finally said “Yeah.” with a devil horns emoji. He also told me to bring a pink skirt I’ve worn before so I’m not sure how that fits into the equation.

Tomorrow will be an interesting day. I’m excited to downsize for him and serve him fully. Yet I don’t know what this new venue and set of directions will entail. Not for my faggot brain to solve!

Either way, I’m sniffing his underwear as I write knowing it will all be for the better and tomorrow will be an incredible day.

When Matt sent me this message, I replied that I was curious about what he was planning with the underwear business. But of course, I’m just a faggot, and I had no way of seeing exactly what astounding things Master Connor had in mind:

Well my mind is blown! You said he may have a purpose with all of his violence and tactics. Not sure if this is it but wow has my dynamic of service to Master Connor changed as of last night! Here is an update to what I shared with below( the day before meeting him this weekend).

I arrived at his gym early so Master Connor would be sure to see me as he walked in. Pure butterflies in my stomach.

When he walked in he slightly nodded at me but continued on to the locker room to get his equipment. 

He was chatting it up with the other Men there and the trainer started giving them some warm up exercises to do. I was so mesmerized by Master. He was confident, intense and focused. Soon the smell of sweat and testosterone filled the air. The sounds of the bags being kicked and punched, the primal grunts, the sound of feet quickly shuffling on the hardwood floor. 

I’m sure my mouth was just gaping open the entire time as I watched on in an almost hypnotic like trance.

During a break, he came over and simply said “go get me some water and a towel faggot.” It wasn’t loud enough for others to hear but it also wasn’t a whisper. I jumped to my feet and hurriedly got what he demanded. After chugging the water and wiping his face, arms and torso with the towel he threw it toward me and I caught it right as it hit my face. It was magical. I kept trying to discreetly bury my face into it throughout the back half of his workout not knowing if I’d ever get such a pleasure again.

When it came time to end the session, the other Men went to the locker room while Master Connor chatted with the trainer. Eventually he motioned for me to follow him to the locker room. By that time, some of the Men were already heading out. There were probably only one or two still finishing up with one headed to the shower in just his towel. It was such a dream to be in their presence!

After we were alone in the area, Master Connor told me to strip down to my underwear which I did without hesitation. He told me how pathetic I was to be in my tighty whities with my clit caged in a Men’s locker room. He tossed me the keys and told me to turn away and swap the cages. And to hurry up “so none of these guys have to see a faggot be so disgusting in their space.”

It didn’t take long to get the cage unlocked and get the new one out of my bag. But then it happened. My clit began to expand and get slightly chubby – weak but still larger. I was panicking because I knew I needed to hurry up. Master Connor had finished putting away his gear and turned to see me still fidgeting. “What’s taking so long faggot? You forget how to lock that nub away?”

I embarrassingly told him what was happening. He nodded. Told me to pull up my underwear. I did so, not knowing how that would help. Then, without warning, he turned me around and directly kneed me in my fag nuts. Hard. I immediately fell to my knees and gasped. He let me writhe in pain for a few seconds before simply saying “hurry up you stupid slut.” Then I realized that my clit had almost full retracted and so I scrambled in my agony to get the tiny cage secured. Once I did, I thanked him for helping me. It felt weird to impulsively say that – it hurt a bunch and probably wasn’t the only solution but he provided a solution… HIS solution. He just shook his head half smiling like he was just embarrassed for me as a human being and I could understand why. We couldn’t be more different in our places in the hierarchy.

He then grabbed my head and pushed it into his crotch where I stayed inhaling his natural power for a minute. He said he needed to piss and I followed him to a stall still just in my underwear. He quickly sat down and pulled his thick dick out and let his stream go right into my open mouth and down my willing throat. Before long he was face fucking me and I tried not to verbally gag too much knowing there was still one Man just finishing his shower nearby. Instead of cumming down my throat, he painted my face with a very thick, large load. He left the stall and told me to stay. There I was, nearly naked in the smallest cage possible and covered in his Alpha seed with piss and dick on my faggot breath. I’m sure I was quite the sight to see. 

He came back a few minutes later with my bag. Told me to get dressed but to leave his load on my face. We left the gym and only the trainer was still there but on the far side of the space – just waving to Master Connor from a distance as we left. I was feeling both anxious to be in public wearing such an obvious cumshot on my face but also proud and calm as I walked a few steps behind the Alpha that had given me this incredible gift. HIS gift. 

As we made it to his place, he told me to get properly dressed – which I assume meant putting on the short pink skirt. When I opened my bag I noticed my old cage wasn’t there. Did he keep it? Did he throw it away? No time to think about it and I wouldn’t dare ask. I suppose that older, larger cage is in my past anyway. So I move on, pulling up the skirt over my underwear and taking off the rest of my clothes. I start preparing dinner while he’s on his phone as I’m not sure what to do next. I then feel a very firm slap to my ass and I could feel his breath on my ear. I think dinner was about to wait.

I don’t remember verbatim but he said something like: “Such a dirty slut. Prancing around my house just asking for it and already wearing a load on your face. What a fucking whore you’ve become.”

This was new! I didn’t know what was happening. Was it role play? How should I respond?

He was cupping my ass and I whimpered saying “I’m your slut Sir.”

Another hard smack to my ass. Then I heard it for the first time: “Good girl.”

My head was spinning. I’d always been willing to feminize myself to some extent – I mean, I’m definitely not a Man – but really only to further myself from the concept of masculinity. So panties or the like. Now my Alpha was telling me I was a “good girl”?!

Before I could think much more about it, he let loose a barrage of slaps to my ass and then yanked down the back of my underwear. I heard him spit on his dick and then it was buried inside me almost instantly. I was leaning over the counter as he took me hard, fast and without any consideration for my pussy. His finger fish-hooked my open mouth as I blubbered gibberish during his assault on my cunt. The way he pulled on my mouth made my head turn back enough towards him that I watched as he methodically and powerfully drove his dick deep into my guts.

He was completely lost in his rut. I was a hole and he was fucking it relentlessly. A Man on a mission. Then as I could feel him get closer, the affirmation-based questions started as his fingers were still deep in my mouth.

“Who is my dirty little slut?”

• I am Sir

“Who owns you?”

• You do Sir

“What are you?”

• I’m a faggot Sir. Your faggot Sir.

“Good girl.”

Then a few more thrusts and his load was coating my insides. He stayed inside my battered, swollen hole for a moment. I tried to gain my composure but I was still trembling from the breeding. He finally pulled out and I dropped to my knees to clean his incredible cock.

He eventually pulled me off his dick and pulled me up and my underwear up too. He took off his shirt and told me to order dinner for both of us and join him on the couch. He wanted me to stay?! To eat together?!

I cuddled up next to him as he watched TV and scrolled on his phone. Occasionally grazing my head across his still sweaty chest. Then I did something I’ve never really done before with him. But this was a day of firsts! I began to kiss his chest and his arms. Only a little at first. I looked up at him and he was staring back. He didn’t say anything which I felt gave me permission to continue. So I did and then I got bolder. Nuzzling my face into his pits and licking around his chest. In that moment I felt his fingers go down the back of my skirt and underwear and find my very-tender pussy. He pushed in and I groaned into his pit. It hurt but it was so amazing I didn’t care.

Soon his fingers were deep in my mouth as he fed me part of the load he’d just shot into my cunt. I was in a state of pure ecstasy. 

Around that time the food arrived and luckily they left it at the door – I couldn’t imagine someone seeing me in my current state. Not much was said as we ate and he mostly watched TV. I just kept staring at him with absolute lust and admiration. As I put away the dishes and cleaned up, I started to grab my bag assuming he was ready for me to leave. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He said from the couch. “Did I say you could leave faggot? You got somewhere more important to be?”

I quickly put down the bag and said “No Sir. Sorry Sir, I just didn’t want to be in your way.” He had already shot two loads today (at least) and finished dinner. I assumed he was done with me. Not the case!

He had me get the shower started and then got in. I just watched from a distance. What an incredible Man. Every aspect of him was pure power and superiority. He had me dry him off and then he fell onto the bed. I stood there for a moment unsure of what to do. 

“If you’re going to stay the night, you better get to work on my feet because they are sore from all of this kickboxing. That’s on you faggot.”

Stay the night?! I was speechless. I must have waited too long because he snapped.

“Jesus. Nevermind. Just get the fuck out you stupid bitch.”

I immediately came back to reality and within no time I was massaging and worshiping his feet with passion that I didn’t know I had. Occasionally saying “thank you Sir”. And, after a few minutes, eventually hearing back “good girl.”

I know this has been a long update so I’ll give you the second (shorter part) very soon! Spoiler: I did stay the night and was of service this morning. I’m just now trying to fully work through all that has happened in the past 24 hours and I’m set to see Master Connor again following his session Tuesday. Praying that my pussy will be recovered enough by then to take another round of assault.

I don’t know where this is all headed but I’m constantly surprised by the journey and just how much more obsessed I can become in my faggot servitude to such a deserving and strong Alpha Man.

I cannot really even process this experience! I almost feel like I was also taken and bred by Master Connor through my brother Matt!

Master Connor’s manipulation of Matt in the locker room is a master class in keeping a faggot off-balance and begging for more. Matt is already starving for every aspect of Master Connor’s body and mind, but training like this significantly ramps up that desperation.

Even more dramatic was the bathroom stall mouth fuck and facial! Dumping a massive load on Matt’s face and then forcing him to walk through that gym with it plainly visible to everyone is HUGE! You can actually hear the effect in Matt’s words. He’s delirious and deliriously fulfilled!

I don’t know what kind of experience Master Connor has had in his life as an owner of faggots, but it’s pretty clear he knows exactly what he’s doing. Yes, he’s aggressive, but it’s used in targeted ways that forces Matt into perpetual subspace.

I’m looking forward to finding out what happened the next morning!

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

It’s a beautiful thing to see a true Alpha Master sculpt a faggot into whatever he needs. It’s almost like a composer writing a symphony and then leading an orchestra to perform it. Real Masters know how to manipulate the minds and hearts of their faggots so the faggot can reach peak performance.

Master Steve is absolutely a mindfucker extraordinaire.

His faggot Mike wrote to me to update me about the latest adjustment in Master Steve’s training.

What an interesting few months this has been and honestly life changing and almost freeing.

I feel like I am becoming so comfortable with finally letting my guard down, release my old ways and simple Master Steve guide me.  

I am now staying locked about 20 days a month, still a bit hesitant going to gym and being exposed with chastity.  Steve had me drink his and his black friends piss at the gym one afternoon.  It was so rewarding and strange at same time to hear Kevin tell Steve thanks for letting me use your faggot.  

I think in some ways even my family almost knows, they adore Steve, they seem to ask Steve’s permission before mine now.  Steve had me bake a cake, he took it to my mom and said he had made it for her.  She called me later and said she was happy I had such a good man like Steve.

I have learned that if I am not locked, he doesn’t want to fuck me or let me drink his piss.  So I now stay locked without him asking, because I need his dick and piss I have learned.

The other day a package came.  It was 3 different size butt plugs and some device, later finding out it was a piss gag.  He just told me, I would be learning a few new things come up.  I over heard him on phone telling a friend, that he was going to begin having me learn to wear plugs throughout the day.  I heard him laughing saying he’s gonna really have fun showing off cage and plug at gym.  And not really sure what his plans are for the piss gag.

Butt plugs and a piss gag, eh? Something’s afoot!

But it’s becoming clear that Master Steve is truly claiming Mike as his personal property. Mind you, he’s shared Mike with other Alphas to this point. But listen to the following update:

I’m am becoming more appreciative of how the chastity has helped me and I do think everything he has done has only been to help reset and retrain me to be the faggot he needs me to 

It’s interesting how he continues to fine tune things. One night we had a long conversation about limits things I like things I don’t like he asked me several pointed questions. I guess to see how comfortable I was with different scenarios.  We both set some hard limits what’s interesting he even allowed me to set some for him.  He talked a lot about this being a positive experience for both of us and making him a better man (he never refers to himself as an Alpha or Master, Which I find interesting) and me a better faggot.

I had asked him the question why was it so important for me to get off the apps when he still occasionally has me Service other guys.  He kinda Laughed and then proceeded to ask me a question.  He asked me was it more important for me to please myself or to please him. I said well, of course to please you.  He said exactly he said when I was on the apps, I was only pleasing myself and pleasing other guys focusing on their needs and not on his.  He said when he’s asking me to service a guy he said he gets pleasure out of it or It’s to serve a purpose for him. 

A few weeks after that conversation, we were out one night and one of my old friends with benefits, came and put his arm around me and asked me when Was not gonna let him fuck me again.  Steve over heard this, and proceeded to tell him “look buddy first of all get your hands off of him second of all you’re never going to fuck him again.”  

You can almost feel the tension of this encounter between Master Steve and this other guy! It was Master Steve’s Protector Alpha side roaring to the forefront! It must’ve been thrilling for Mike to have this powerful Alpha defending him!

Mike related another little detail that caused my little fag heart to skip a beat:

By the way, I was very shocked that you actually did a podcast, including me and my master Steve in it…. I believe it was podcast 266 trust your master. I actually let Steve listen to it, and he Was smiling and nodding his head During most of it.  At the end, he said good advice, He said maybe I needed message Sam that faggot.  Share my thoughts on why I’m doing this as well.  

I love when Masters find out that I’m out here coaching their faggots and praising them publicly! It gives me a little anxiety, I’ll admit, because I want to represent these great Men in a properly-respectful way. I’m so glad I received Master Steve’s seal of approval!

The following post is part of a thread following the development of a college football faggot named Ethan who finally found the circumstances to serve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There’s no doubt that my previous site FagsWorshipAlphas and this one have had a large number of underage visitors lurking on them. In the first year of the site (on Tumblr) I shooed away questions and conversations from minors because I didn’t want to deal with the headaches or legal issues.

But I kept encountering kids who were putting themselves in frightening situations or trying things they didn’t understand, so I relaxed my standards a bit to try and give solid, fully transparent advice. I began to look at it this way: I would’ve loved to have had someone to talk to and get advice from when I was fumbling around in the darkness of my teen years as a burgeoning faggot. Despite what my critics suggest (without evidence), I desperately want to help people find their truth. And minors are people, too.

One of the most wonderful faggot brothers I’ve ever met on this wild internet journey of mine was a then-sixteen-year-old faggot named Ethan. In 2022 Ethan wrote me a heartfelt letter after I threatened to put up a paywall around FWA. He was desperate to hang onto the one thing that taught him the absolute truth about his life, so he reached out to somehow keep in touch with me.

Here’s what he wrote to me back in April of ’22:

Dear Sam,
My name is Ethan, and I am a 16-year-old Faggot. I have been coming to your website for the last year and a half, almost 2 now. I saw your most recent post about making it a paid site and wanted to write this email to you for two reasons before it’s too late.

First, I was wondering if you could give me some advice. You see I have known I  was a faggot since I was 10 years old. When I was in 5th grade I was in love with my 5th-grade teacher. He was such a nice and awesome teacher! He was always positive and supportive. I would always ask him if I could help around the classroom. Such as organizing the classroom library, wiping the desks down, hanging up classroom art, Sharping pencils, and, more. I was so excited to see him each day and help him out and wanted to do every for him. I also started having sexual dreams about him towards the end of the year. I didn’t know if I was gay or not, But I know I wanted to do anything he ask or said to do. Of course, he NEVER EVER touched me or did anything sexual! But I felt he had power over me and I loved it! He was just an amazing teacher.
I was hoping you can give me the advice to help me find an Alpha. I have read a few posts on your site that you suggest for faggots my age find someone around the same age. But you see I am only attracted to older men, like at least 30s- 60s. Plus I am not out to a lot of people at my school yet, only a few think I’m Bi.
I have tried using Grinder, but I have run into many problems. One is that most Alphas I like, are not into guys like me. You see I’m Very masculine, I’m 6′ tall, and about 225 – 230 pounds, I am on my High School’s JV Football team. I play MLB, (which is middle linebacker) Or FB (which is Full back). I also love to work out, and I can squat about 400 libs, (I have big Thighs hehe). I also can grow facial hair so I can look older than I really am. Anyways, Alphas on Grinder, always want small skinny, twink, Fem boys. Or they want boys to dress up and act like girls, and I am not that. Also, I don’t want to change, I like who I am, and I love football and sports. The other problem with Grinder is my age. I have met up with a few alphas, and I had to hide my age. But as soon as I tell them they ghost me.
For example, I had been seen this one guy who was like in his 40s. for a few weeks and I had sucked him off 3 times, and last week I think he was getting suspicious about my age. He thought I was in college, but when I talked about school, the fact I go every day, and a few other details he finally asked straight out how old I was. It wasn’t like I was lying to him, like flat out, I just didn’t give him details.  After that, he was mad and stop talking to me. I totally understand, they don’t want to get into trouble, and I did feel really bad about lying, and I do not want to lie to my alphas, because I know it’s not right. I just don’t know how to find one that will be ok with my age.
Could you please give me some advice on how to find the right Alpha? I know I should not be lying to Alphas about my age or anything else but how do I find one? And one that likes me for me? Or should I change for my Alpha? Should I try to be more Fem. or dress like a girl for them? It’s just that, that is not really who I really am.
I also wanted to send you this email because I wanted to say Thank You Soo Much, for making this site. even though I won’t be able to see if it is for pay since I do not have a credit card. I wanted to thank you for helping me so much. I know who I am now. Before I found your site I thought I was fucking crazy, or a very, Very, sick pervert. Just because I would fantasize and have dreams of men using me. Even though I was ok with myself for being gay, I thought it was sick to be thinking that I wanted older men to use me as a slave, and just a sexual object and for them to hurt me or say hateful things to me like call me a faggot or dog or wanting to be lesser than them and not equal. But you helped me know that it is all a part of nature, what the Hierarchy is, and my place in it. You helped me understand that I am not sick in the head, and there are many other Brothers like me out there. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. You kind of saved my life! And if you still put the paywall up I understand.  Please do not listen to the Fucking Haters! You also save so many that don’t email you, like I didn’t for the past year.  Whenever I do get a credit card, your site will be the first one I sign up for!
 Thank you again, for everything you have done in the last 5 years! Happy Anniversary!  I hope I can still stay in touch and let you know when I find an Alpha!

Thank you, Sincerely,
Ethan

Can you see why I don’t judge minors as being too young to have honest conversations with about serious, life-altering decisions and courses of conduct? Ethan was clearly intelligent and in full control of his choices. He simply needed someone to talk to that he could trust, and I was that person.

Beyond that, I definitely felt drawn to him because he was honest-hearted. He admitted certain urges that others might try to hide for fear of judgement. I found Ethan to be quite mature and thoughtful for his age.

Sadly, I was headed to prison a few months later and my time to help him was limited.

Fortunately, Ethan reached back out to me recently and we reconnected. And I was glad to find out he’s now in college, but more than that, he’s finding his way as a faggot:

This is Ethan, we emailed back and forth a few times back in 2022 and 2023. I emailed you about finding alphas and meeting men on Grinder and how you told me to be myself even though I am a masculine Faggot, and not a femboy, that some alphas are into that. Since you gave me advice, I stopped using Grinder until I turned 18. I’m 19 now and turn 20 in June. I looked at FagsWorshipAlphas.com, hoping you would return when your “vacation” was up, but then it went down, and I thought I would never see or talk to you again. I found Hierarchy University a few days ago and am so glad I did. I have a few more questions and wanted to update you.

First, I think I found an Alpha! So I am at a university in Texas, and I have been going to a local Gym with some friends I met at school. Back in November, one of my friends said he saw a guy in the locker room wearing a cock cage.  I was super intrigued, and it was hard to hide it. After we (they really) had a hard laugh about it.  I asked him when he saw him and what he looked like, so I could maybe check it out.  He gave me some info. But I never saw him whenever I would go by myself. 

Eventually, I was with my friend and a few others, and he pointed the guy out to us as we were lifting. I did not go over to him then because I was with friends and too nervous. But at least I know what he looked like. It took me until February because of school and work, when I was able to get a brief idea of his schedule. He usually comes to the gym in the morning on the weekends and MWF in the midday and afternoons.  It took me a while until I was able to talk to him, I was either always with my friends, or too shy, or there were too many people around.

Finally, in the middle of March, I caught him at the gym on a Sunday morning. The gym is usually void of a lot of people (most are at church), so I had to time it just write. I saw he was done with his set and treadmill, and he was walking to the locker room, and I followed him in. This time he was wearing his cage; I noticed a few times he wasn’t. So I followed him into the sauna, and there was another older man in there already. I waited until the older man left, then I started making casual talk. His name is Alan, and I asked him if he went to my school, which he did, but graduated like a year and a half ago.  I then complimented him on his cage, and he smiled and said that it was a smaller one than he started with. I later found out he thought I was an alpha and was trying to pick him up haha. So I asked him if he had a master or Key holder, and he said he did.  We talked for a bit about Alphas and Faggots. I told him I was a Faggot too, and was hoping he could give me some insight on how to find an Alpha like he did. He also said he had read your old site for a long time and saw it when it was first on Tumblr, right before that went dark too. Then two other older men came into the sauna and we had to cut our conversation short, just as well, cause I was also getting hard from talking about it all with someone one lol.

So after a while, we both decided to leave we went into the showers. I took a very quick shower as I did not want to miss him when he got out. As I was changing, he came out and I sat on the same bench and we chatted a little more, about other things, as there were others around. When we walked out, we exchanged numbers and we talked on the phone quite a few times after that.
He told me that his Alpha was a black man Named King Karter and he and 3 other faggots worshiping him. Two of them are older, and online, mostly like Findom really. And one other he has had for a long time that is used sexually and demstically.  They serve him by cleaning and cooking for him, financially by giving him some of their paycheck, and in other ways, and Sexually. I asked if King Karter was looking for more faggots and if I could meet with him. He had said he would ask his King the next time he would get a chance, but wasn’t sure.

A few weeks went by, and Alan called me and he said his alpha would have an interview with me. So he told me this before, but I will explain it.  So his alpha has an interview with prospective faggots now, that want to serve him. Because he had one faggot that served him for a while and then just bailed because he did want to do a few of the certain things that his King was asking of him. This way he makes sure he only picks Faggots that are willing to do everything that is asked of them and know what to expect and how to serve.  To prepare me for the interview, Alan talked to me and told me everything to expect, so I was prepared. Some of the things were like, will I cook and clean his apartment, which was a natural yes.  Sexually, he said he is very, very dormant, which is most of the time. Which was ok with me although I told him I had not ever been fucked yet. He said as long as I’m ok with getting fucked and practice beforehand (which is a bit hard to do while living in a dorm) I was good. Alan said the first time is usually the hardest and roughest because he wants the Faggot to know how hard he can get. Alan said his King gave him black eyes and a split lip the first time, but he is not like that every time. Alan said his King also makes the faggots wear cock cadges at all times in the apartment, even when just cooking and cleaning or when the King is not home and when or / if they go out together. Because he said, his King finds it very offensive that faggots gets hard around him. Alan also told me that his King also has him and all his faggots use poppers constantly every time they are there, even when they are not having sex, he makes them watch popper training videos all of the time while working out their cunts,  and while doing chores. I had never done poppers before this, but I know what they are. 

I wanted to ask you, are there any side effects from using them a lot? I found conflicting information online. He also told me about one other aspect of service.

And finally, this was the big one, He said his King pimps him and the other faggot out to his friends and others.  I told him I wasn’t sure if I could do that. Alan said that that was why the other faggot left. Alan said, He wasn’t sure about it either at first, but after a while, he realized that it was a Win, Win, Win scenario. He gets to have a lot more sex and practice with other men and pleases other alphas sexually,  and he can take the things he learned from others and use his skills on his King, He said he is not allowed to have sex with anyone else like no hookups on Grinder, because his King does not want any risks of STDs. This way, his King can screen his clients beforehand, making sure they are all STD tested and Free. Alan also said he feels safer because his King knows where he is and who he is with, so he is not with some potential psycho killer. Also, it is a win for the clients as they will have a quality faggot to use. And finally, King Kater wins because he gets money and has us practice our skills, so when we come back, we can perform better for him.  That was the basics of it.

I said I would have to think about the sex-selling part, and after a few weeks, I finally got comfortable with it. Alan sent him pics of me in a jock strap and Alan said his King liked my look. We had the interview a few weeks ago.

 I also wanted to ask you if alphas tricking out their faggots is that a common thing? And what should I be aware of?

Since this email is getting long, I will let you know how the interview went in another email if you want to hear about it. I had it a few days ago, it was intense! 🙂 Really not what I was expecting.

Well, I am really glad you are back and love the new site! And I am glad I found you again!

Thanks Again, Sam!

Love you!

Ethan!

I thought this was an incredibly promising situation, but things got even better when Ethan was allowed to meet King Karter in the flesh!

Here is what happened last Sunday (4/6). Alan said I would have an interview at 11. I left my doom very early, went to a nearby gas station bathroom, and cleaned myself out just in case. I arrived at his apartment at around 10:45. When I was walking up to his place my stomach was in knots. When he opened the door, he was huge, like 6’3 bold, and goatee. He was wearing just some basketball shorts.

He told me to sit down and we talked for a good while. It felt like a work interview. He asked me where I grew up. When did I start thinking and knowing I was a faggot. How many men have I served? I told him the details I told you a few years ago like knowing when I was about 10. and about Grinder. I also told him I had never been fucked which I was nervous about, but he didn’t mind he did make sure I was willing to be fucked and breed, and I said yes absolutely! I just never found a guy I was comfortable with. I told him how I met Alan and how I was looking for an Alpha. I told him about your website (the old one because I didn’t find this one yet) and how you gave me great advice and really helped me, He said he heard about the site from # 1, (I will explain that later) and that he looked at it a few times but he liked this site called fagmaster or fag life, better because it was more for alphas, but he said you do good work to help faggots like me know their place. He said he hadn’t gone to them in a while because they went down too. (I think like yours I guess) I never heard of them so I don’t know.  

Then he talked to me about his life and how he learned how to own faggots. He said he was always attracted to white boys but only had females sexually until he was 19 and got arrested with some friends carjacking and having pot on him. He said that while he was serving time in jail he learned how to use faggots. King Karter considers himself Bisexual. And sometimes had girlfriends but he has been more and more recently into white boy faggots. He said he only uses white boys faggots because he believes they need to pay restation for what they did to his ancestors. He said, “They raped us and used us and made us their slaves and now I do it to their children.” I did tell him I had family on my dad’s side who lived in the South and fought in the Confederate in the Civil War. He seemed to like that and laughed. I also told him I have family that are big right-wingers, and who are huge Trumpers and MAGA, and even some I think although I’m not sure are in the Proud Boys, I told him I wasn’t sure, but he liked learning about that I guess and smiled.

He then told me all of my duties if he took me as his faggot. Cooking and cleaning the apartment. That I must wear a cock cage at all times. He said he finds faggots being hard around him offensive and I do not have the right to have a hard dick. He said even when I’m doing chores such as laundry I would still have to wear one. I told him I understood but I said I had never put one on. He said I would get used to wearing it.

He also told me I was not allowed under any circumstances to have sex with anyone else without his knowledge or permission. And only with clients. I need to be tested for any STDs at least 2 times a month and must be on Prep(which I was) and Doxypep (which I wasn’t but now I am)

He also, said that he owned 4 other faggots, and he only uses numbers. He said faggots do not deserve names. He said the one I know as Alan he is #3, #1 was a faggot he met on Grinder after he came out of prison and has been the longest one he has owned. #2 and #4 are older men he met online who live in other parts of the country he does Zoom calls with them and uses them mostly as findom, but has met them a few times, and a few times they have come out here to serve him. He said he had had another #5 a few years ago but that one was kicked out because he did not want to get sold, he resisted a lot of the work and mostly only wanted sex. King Karter said if you serve me it’s more than just sex with me. So he kicked him out. King Karter said if I want to be owned by him I must be willing to do everything, including choices, sex, and dates. (with others). I said I was willing. He also said he makes all his fags get addicted to poppers. He said this is important as it makes the faggot brian weaker, more willing to be used. More willing to be molded. He said it would take my inhibitions and nervousness away and let me (him) own your mind easier for you and faster for me. I did say I had never done them but was willing to use them if there were no side effects he said no just getting high for a few minutes and it will help you when I fuck you.

I have a question for you, does your cock really get smaller, and how much and how fast. I have a 7.5 uncut, and I know you use cadges. How much smaller will mine get if I use it regularly?

Then he had me write down 3 lists of things, I want or have done sexually, things I might want to try, and things that I would rather not do. I would have put down piss under things that I would rather not do, but Alan said he was into that so I put it down under what I want to try to show that I want to be a better faggot and want to learn. We went through the list King Kater said that almost all of the things on the might want to try will be done to you like being gangbanged, and pumped out (which I was still nervous about but I only put it down the maybe list because I know that was one thing Alan said that would defiantly happen.) And King Karter said he wants me to try to think of being more open to some of the things on the do-not list. Some of them he agreed like blood and cutting he said will never be done. He said a few of them like Scat he was not into, but some of the clients might and you will have to do whatever they want. You are not there for your pleasure you are there for theirs. I told him I would try, and he laughed and said “You will do it, not try, but I will help you and train you first and have you get used to it before I would send you to someone that really wants to do it.” That did make me feel a little better about it. Another thing on the not list was taking pictures like nudes or videos, he said he would be ok with it but again he would like to to push your boundaries. I said, “I was just afraid of future jobs and losing them.” he said he understood but said we can work around it like using masks, or not showing our face, but we will talk about that later.

The next thing he had me do was to strip. He said he wanted to see what I was working with. I was already hard, basically as I was just walking up to the apartment, and was nervous I tried to hide it but he said “He would let it go this one time because this was the first interview, but after this he sees my hard fag prick again without a cadge he would have to beat me.” I just nodded and said, “Yes sir,” there was a cock cage sitting on the coffee table and to told me to turn around and put it on so he did have to see it (I think my dick). It actually took me a while to do both because I had to figure it out and how to put it on. And because I had to push my hard dick into it, I had to think of girls and boobs to get it to go down enough. Finally, I got it in when I turned around he didn’t seem annoyed though as it took a while I think.

Any tips on how to put it on faster and easier?

He had me bring out a huge laundry basket from the bedroom closet. And he had 2 new popper bottles on the table. King Karter had me dump all his dirty laundry on the ground, it was all dirty gym clothes and underwear. And I had to separate them in colors and whites. But every time I picked up an article of clothing I had to take a huge sniff of it, and breathe it in for a long time, and hold it. Then put it in either white or colors. After I pulled one peace out and sniffed it I would have to put one of the bottles under my nose and he said I would sniff (hit) the poppers. And I had to alternate if it was white I had to hit Amsterdam and if it was a color I had to hit Blue Boy. I went back and forth, from one to the other, all the time he was just sitting there watchin. He pulled off his shorts and was wearing a jockstrap, I could see the HUGE!!! Outline of his cock. It made me so weak. My heart was beating so fast and so hard, I think it was from the poppers but as I was so excited!! I was getting dizzy really fast. I was finally done. Then I had to put the colors in the washing machine. At this point I was feeling so weak I would let him do everything I could tell that he was right about the poppers, It was amazing. I was not nervous or anything and all I wanted to do was to please him.

Then he had me get on my knees in between his thick thighs. I thought “Yes I’m goin to suck that huge thick dick!!” My mouth was so wet and all I could do was stare at it. He said to go down and smell him. he said NO TOUNGE, NO LIPS! JUST SNIFF, You Got that Faggot?!

I nodded, I was sniffing him up and, and down, he would push my head into the side of his balls. Then after a few minutes, he would make me sniff more poppers. Then go back down. And smell him again, Then more poppers, then just more sniffing it was driving me so crazy being so close to this dick on the outside in his jock. I really really had to fight myself not to stick out my tongue but I wanted to show I could follow orders. At this point, I was like so Fuckin High, I never had felt like this even when I smoked pot. He would alternate between Amsterdame and Blue Boy. A few times he would put both under my nose. Then he would look at me and have me look up at him make me say I was a faggot, I want big N**ger Cock, and make me beg, then would have me sniff again. He would pull my hair and make my nose go up and down the shaft, in his jock I thought I would go insane.

Finally, a buzzer went off it was the laundry, I had to change it and put the colors in the dryer and the whites in. Then I came back, and he did the same thing only now he would slap me on the back of the head sometimes if I wasn’t sniffing hard enough or if he thought he felt my tongue, which would sometimes slip out a few times. He also made me do two bottles at once and sometimes in the mouth.

He had me make big sniffs of his ass crack and only took out his balls so I can sniff them. I would inhale a big popper sniff then hold it and exhale hard and then he would shove my head and face down under him, on his balls, his taint, his ass hole. I was so dizzy! 🙂 Then the buzzer went off again!

It was like I lost so much time. Because I know the cycle was like for 45 minutes plus an extra rinse cycle. But to me it felt like only 10-15 minutes, Dose poppers make you lose track of time?

It took me a while cause it was hard to stand up. Then I unloaded the dryer and loaded the whites in the dryer, and he had me fold the Darks into piles. He then asked me if I want to suck this big N*ger cock, I said yes please, he asked me again and at this point, I was begging, and he was stroking it in his jock, “Clean up your mess first and I’ll think about it.” He pointed to the carpet, I had a huge, huge wet spot under me from all my precum. I didn’t know you could precum like that, especially with a cage on. The cage felt so awkward like my dick was pushing inside me. Felt so weird, not like a bad weird, but just weird. I started to get up and get a paper towel but he Yelled at me, “No Faggot SUCK IT UP!” “First give me your phone!”

 I was scared he was going to take a pic of me sucking the carpet, but I gave it to him and started sucking the precum out of the carpet, trying to look up to see what he was doing. He put his contact info in and sent himself a text. Then he got on his phone and through mine on the couch and sent me 3 Texts. He ordered me to get on my knees and I looked up at him. He handed me the poppers he said he sent me 3 popper trainer videos ( 1st https://thisvid.com/videos/jack-of-spades-white-boi-hypno/   2nd https://thisvid.com/videos/blacked-nation-popperbation-2/  3rd https://thisvid.com/videos/lost-in-desire-censored-poppers-trainer-w-dildo-joi/

King Karter said my homework was to watch at least one, if not all 3 every single day. And follow the instructions. That this will help better train my faggot mind. He gave me the two popper bottles. He also told me to get a big black dildo if I didn’t have one already and use it on myself each time, and I must clean it off, Pull it out of my cunt and clean it with my mouth and shove it back in and keep doing it over and over, he wanted me to love the taste of my cunt on N*ger cock. I just nodded, At this point, I was so horny and wanted to do anything to take that cock in my mouth! But he didn’t let me suck him. He just said, Ok get dressed put your cage on the table before you leave.

I was so shocked I thought I was going to suck him off and he just walked out of the room. I felt I must have fucked up somehow like I did something wrong. I was almost about to start crying, and I don’t cry like almost ever. It was like he punched me in the gut. So I slowly got dressed and left. Putting the cage on the table, I was still rock hard and dripping, and I left.

It takes me about 45- 1 hr to drive from his place to the dorm and the whole ride back I was thinking I did something wrong what did I do? Hoping I did not fuck it up… I was killing myself. As soon as I got back to my dorm I texted Alan,#3, and see if I really fucked up and asked if I could make it up. He was at work so he couldn’t talk but later that evening we talked on the phone, I had to go outside because my roommate was there. #3 said I didn’t fuck it up. He said I was great, and that King Karter did the same thing just not as intense with him. He said he didn’t get to suck his cock until a few weeks later after he had started working for him. #3 also said King Karter wants to make sure you are not just in for the sex but everything else. And that this was a way to help condition my mind to serve him and his friends. This is what he does to test you and help train you. #3 also said I had to follow the instructions. Use the popper trainers every day. (which is hard in a Dorm, but I have done it a few times in my car, or I have to wait until my roommate is at class or out for the night) That I need to practice Ass to Mouth (even though I was not really into that) all the time now because he loves that shit.

Very powerful stuff! I especially loved the very clever use of the washer/dryer as a timing and task element to this initial meeting! It allows King Karter to gauge Ethan’s reaction time and attentiveness to detail!

As far as the pimping of faggots to Alpha friends, this seems to be more prevalent among black Alphas than white Alphas for whatever reason. I have never been fully owned by a black Alpha, so I was never pimped out this way. I know Ethan was a little rattled by that aspect, but it didn’t surprise me.

I’m just so proud of my brave young brother! I’m looking forward to seeing how his eye-opening new opportunity for service will develop!

I had plans to go out with a buddy of mine to a local pub to have some beers.
My buddy was on his way soon but before he arrived, I had to make sure Declan was set up with:

➡️ I made sure to clean up the condo.
➡️I cooked food on the BBQ… I made a huge steak, asparagus and a baked potato’s for Declan.
➡️Massaged his feet.
➡️I prepared his lunch and breakfast for the next day.
➡️Got an allowance to spend for the night.

Declan was very happy but he said that we had time before my buddy arrived and wanted to try out the straight jacket.

He put me in it and fasten all the restraints very tightly. He then made me lay on my stomach and tied my ankles to the jacket. I was helpless and hogtied. He continued to watch his show while using me as a footstool.

As time went on I tried to tell him that my buddy would arrive soon but he had his dirty sock in my mouth and taped up so I wasn’t able to speak.

A moment of horror when I heard the door bell. (OH FUCK HE IS HERE!!!!)

He got up and I heard him greet him and laugh as he said:

“Zack’s a little tied up at the moment and I’m deciding it if I will allow him to go out still. Come in, get us a beer and come see the real Zack”

As I heard him in the kitchen getting beers, then I heard Declan say:

“Zack prepared my dinner, be a lad and bring it to me. I’m starving!”

I was humiliated that Declan outed me to my buddy. I’m laying on the floor, hogtied and Declan’s feet on top of me and my buddy sat beside him laughing. Seconds later my buddy and boyfriend ignored me and chatted about his vacation. It’s like I wasn’t there.

The worst part is my buddies smelly feet are now rubbing my face.

My buddy Tom later said:

“Hey, you ok if I don’t go out with Zack and stay here for a while? Sure love to know more about your relationship. This is fucking amazing. I am shocked as I thought you were his submissive.”

Declan: “Yes but it’s your job to fetch my beers!”

Hours later they had decided to watch a movie and I can hear whispering and moments later I was blindfolded. The both grabbed me and carried me a few feet away and that’s when I heard slurping sounds. (OMG MY BUDDY IS SUCKING MY BOYFRIENDS COCK!)

Declan: “oh fuck you ready to swallow? It’s going to be a big load!”

I was then pushed back near the couch and now I had both their feet on me. My buddy finished his beer and said his goodbye and left.

Declan untied my feet and said.

“Ok I fucking love this straight jacket that one of your followers bought me. It’s bed time… BTW it was nice to meet Tom. He just texted me and wants to go see a movie with me sometime.”

He took the jacket off and put me in the cage and said that I won’t be sucking him tonight since my buddy did a good job. He locked the door and I never heard from him until the next morning.

True story… the end?

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Hi Sam, in your post about Moby and Johnny, you said “Nature made the call at birth when it gave you a substandard dick and submissive personality.” and that sounds like a departure from your previous position that penis size doesn’t or shouldn’t matter in the hierarchy.

Johnny said he measured his penis at just over 5 inches, and you called it “substandard” and seemed to suggest this is one reason, among others, that he belongs in chastity. Are you now willing to state that chastity and submission are (at least likely) the destiny of males with a dick roughly that size or smaller?

Thank you for the question! 

Good catch! I’m glad some readers are paying attention! 

I used the word “substandard” intentionally to reinforce that the faggot needed to stop focusing on its own insignificant dick and lock it up so it can serve more fully. A faggot dick of any size is technically substandard because it is useless. It serves no purpose. 

Dicks that small aren’t entirely useless, nor are they destined to be locked in chastity. And a male can have a five inch dick and not be a faggot. Beta males often have dicks that size. 

But overall I don’t believe dick size correlates with a Man’s place within Hierarchy. 

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Even I don’t know the percentage of straight Alphas who use faggots as cocksuckers and then don’t fuck them, but it seems pretty low to me. I mean, my first Alpha Roger didn’t fuck my ass, but he seems to be an outlier.

What I’m getting at is this: if a straight Alpha uses a faggot for blowjobs consistently for a period of time, he’s more than likely going to end up mounting and breeding it as well. After all, he’s now getting head from a faggot and realizing it doesn’t change his sexual preference, so why not go farther and fuck it as well?

The probability goes even higher if the straight Alpha keeps the faggot in-house as a personal slave. Day after day the Alpha comes home frustrated and in need of a hole to relentlessly pound, and there’s an eager, obedient hole to use! How convenient!

I knew Master Mike would eventually fuck his faggot Benjamin after a couple of weeks of constant oral service. Master Mike is a truly powerful straight Alpha who is used to getting his way, and he seems to have little concern about the opinions of the inferiors all around him. After hearing the way Master Mike practically growled while describing Benji’s insatiable throat, I figured Master Mike would be breeding Benji in short order.

Then the other day, it happened:

Benji would like to pass on his thanks. He seemed to enjoy his pussy getting smashed yesterday. I know I enjoyed it. Most girls don’t give up their assholes but Benji gritted his teeth and took it. Because he had sucked me off so many times it was quite a marathon fuck too. Just under 2 hours. And I will admit I get pretty rough with it towards the end. Shot my load deep in his pussy. Fuck was I tired once done. I woke up this morning with Benji trapped under me still. I had him fully pinned for 10 hours and the fucking fag was SMILING in his sleep. So I took my morning wood and went balls deep again. That pussy will never provide resistance to me again. Shot my second load in his cunt and plugged it to let it fully enter his bloodstream. I then had him clean up the 2 fucks worth of crusted lube and ass slime and cum. The breakfast of fags. Going to need him to change my sheets too as his pussy leaked overnight. The one issue I have is the little bit of hair stubble he has on his hole. I want it perfectly smooth which can’t be done with shaving. Time to book him in for some laser treatment.

I love how nonchalantly Master Mike relates this huge moment in his life. After all, this was the first time he’s ever bred a faggot!

Also, take note of Master Mike’s sudden attentiveness to Benjamin’s grooming. He wants to reshape his faggot into the perfect toy worthy of taking his cock and his kids. That indicates a POSSESSIVE MINDSET, something often seen in truly powerful Alpha Masters who want to OWN THEIR FAGGOTS COMPLETELY.

Then Master Mike added more:

There was some resistance but he was very eager and I used plenty of lube. I know that probably makes me a soft touch of a Master. Spoiling him with lube and letting him sleep in my bed. I honestly felt so powerful in that moment. Hearing his whimpers and whines. And then his begging for more. I was slow and firm getting into him. Got balls deep and held for a minute while I made him recite over and over that he was my faggot. My property. Then I started. I can only describe it as a rut. I dont remember much of the next few hours. I woke up this morning with my arms in a tackle hold around his neck and shoulders. My legs spreading and pinning his. Fuck it felt good. No chick would ever let you fuck her that hard. Or physically restrain he like that. He struggled a little bit but I don’t think he wanted to break free. He knows I like to physically overpower so I think he was showing how helpless he was. Benji was not a virgin but it has been about a year and a half since he was fucked and he has never been fucked like that. Such a good faggot though. Definitely worth it.

It’s so awesome that Master Mike is deep enough and thoughtful enough to really take the time to ponder the glories of faggot ownership compared to the use of females. And it’s clear that Benjamin’s faithful and devoted service is making a believer out of Master Mike!

A couple of months ago Master Mike probably never imagined that his life could be like this. He already knew he was born a King, but he couldn’t really grasp the full extent of his Kingdom.

But his eyes are wide open now, and the possibilities are endless!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a faggot named Matt who is owned by an intense 35-year-old Alpha named Master Connor. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Last week we were introduced to a faggot named Matt and the brutal, violent Alpha who owns him, Master Connor. Matt told me about how Master Connor would beat him before breeding him aggressively, something that alarmed me quite a bit.

Matt decided to continue serving Master Connor, which I can understand to some degree. Matt was newly in chastity for Master Connor, but he asked me if I thought he should offer his Master the keys to his chastity, thereby completely surrendering control over his body to a Master whose temper seems to turn on a dime.

I told Matt he should offer Master Connor the keys in order to demonstrate real submission and trust. Matt did that, and this was the result:

So today was the day I handed over the keys to my clit to Master Connor. I wasn’t sure how he would react. I came over before his kickboxing session and offered them to him saying it only felt right for him to hold that power over a faggot in service like me.

His reaction? Laughter. He let me know just how pathetic one must be to not only wear a clit cage but to essentially beg a Man like himself to keep the keys. But after ridiculing me, he said it was the right thing to do.

He then told me how he felt about my clit. Said it was annoying and disgusting to see it sticking out in my panties when I was serving and he was using me. He asked if I thought I deserved to even have a dick – as limp and useless as it is.

I, of course, agreed with his assessment and  said how embarrassing it was to have something that even attempted to emulate the strength and power of a true Man.

I suggested that I could get a smaller and smaller cage the longer I stayed locked and make it less and less noticeable. He nodded then told me to drop my panties!

I’ve never intentionally exposed myself to him in that way and he’s never demanded it (or wanted it). He looked down for a few seconds and then stared into my eyes saying “when I get back, you’ll tell me how small it can get – how much it can disappear – because I never want to see that excuse for a dick sticking out like that ever again.”

With that, he walked out with the keys to my cage still in hand and I was left naked with my mind racing about how to address his demands.

I’ve definitely explored smaller cages and have even downsized a couple of times. But I’m already down to the small size – only two away from a nub/flat cage.

After getting the meal prepped and baking in the oven, I decided to pull up the smaller options and have them ready for when Master Connor returned. 

Like last time, he came back drenched in sweat. I was immediately in heat. I wanted to lick every drop from his body and then some. He stared at me as I kneeled admiring all of his glory. Then I looked up and our eyes locked. He grabbed my head and buried my face into his crotch just holding me there for a minute. I kept taking deep breaths of his God scent. Feeling his thick dick and heavy balls pressed against my drooling mouth as I lost all sense of the world around me.

He yanked my head back. Spit in my face. And then said “how small do YOU want it to be?”

I was totally caught off guard. At first I didn’t understand why he’d want me to have an opinion instead of telling me what he wanted – expected – demanded. But then I realized he wanted me to know what he wanted and expected and to demand it of myself.

Meekly, I replied “as small as it can get Sir.”

He nodded as if in thought. Then simply said “then do it faggot.”

I just suggested to and agreed to cram my nub into something so tiny that I wasn’t sure if it was even possible. But I somehow wanted it too even if it hurt. For HIM.

Before I could even fully process that next step, he was taking off his shorts and trunks. I was so excited to choke on his cock. But instead I began gagging on his sweat-soaked trunks as he shoved them into my mouth. 

Then, over the counter I went. A fast blistering to my ass that was intense but left me whimpering through his salty, musky underwear in my mouth with no time to cry out. With only a little spit, he drove his thick dick deep into my pussy. Wow. I’ve never felt such a raw power and dominance. It definitively hurt but only physically. In every other way it felt totally right. 

As he bred me with incredible aggression, he spoke to me. The words he said would be vile to anyone with any dignity but, for me, affirmed my position as HIS faggot and it brought me peace, almost bliss – even as I knew my cunt would hurt so badly the next day. I didn’t care in that moment. I knew this was right and I got lost in his rut – drooling and babbling mindlessly through his underwear stuffed in my mouth.

When he finally shot his Alpha load deep in my guts, I was completely transported to a different state of being. I was shaking and shivering. He had barely taken the soaked trunks out of my mouth before I was instinctively cleaning his cock in total worship. He let out a hot, large stream of piss and I choked it down faster than I’ve ever had to before.

About that time, the timer went off. He threw the trunks at me and said “sniff those as much as you want faggot. Just order me new ones when you order your tiny little cage you fucking cocksucker.” And with that, no recovery time today. Just dismissal with orders and a souvenir that will forever imprint me. 

About to order the smallest cage available from Kink3D. And then it’s to ordering him new underwear as I sniff the pair I will forever worship.

I think it’s clear that not all hyper-aggressive and borderline violent Alphas are detrimental to faggots. Quite the opposite! Master Connor is banging Matt into shape, crafting him with hammer-blows into a faggot useful for his level of Alpha rage!

This experience shows Master Connor’s innate understanding of the power of his scented sweat on the mind of a faggot. It also shows how well Master Connor unapologetically embraces the enormity of his Alphahood and the rights that affords him. He knows it’s him right to borderline-rape his faggot and then forcibly make the faggot swallow his piss without warning. Some Alphas just get it.

I’m very proud of my brother Matt for being flexible and allowing his Master to guide his descension into perpetual subspace. He may not have many other choices, but he’s honestly trying to fulfill Master Connor’s demands. It’s pretty clear that perpetual subspace has taken over Matt’s mind thanks to Master Connor’s scented underwear and the frequent violent breedings!

Behind all of the violence and rage, I sense that Master Connor has purpose behind his actions. I’m probably as eager as Matt to find out what that full purpose looks like!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of an Alpha named Moby who has slowly ascended to become the Master of Johnny, his submissive boyfriend of two years. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Two days ago I received a long account of a natural Alpha Ascension in my “Questions From Readers” inbox so powerful that I couldn’t just limit it to a simple reply. The writer of the letter was a young gay sub male named Johnny. He has been in a committed, relatively-normal relationship with Moby, his Top, for two years.

Johnny’s account very neatly describes the perfect way Hierarchy will impose itself upon us and force us to embrace truths about ourselves we often don’t know until they are revealed within us. Also, the letter vividly illustrates how Alphahood cannot be denied or resisted when one is born that way.

I really want you to read and study this startling letter with me:

Hi Sam!

My name is Johnny. I’d like to share something I’ve been going through lately to hear your thoughts. I came across your site a few months back and it intrigued me.

So for context, I’ve been dating my boyfriend for about 2 years now. For simplicity sake, we can call him Moby (that’s not his real name FYI). Moby was my first. When we met, I hadn’t had sex with any other guy yet. I was (and still am) just figuring out what I like sexually. There’s always been a certain power-exchange balance in our relationship since we first met. Moby’s always been the more ‘dominant’ one, if you want to call it that. He’s 6’2” and tends to keep in shape and take care of himself. I like that about him. He’s got dirty blonde hair and a great body, not going to lie. I’m a little bit shorter than him. In essence, he’s bigger than me in pretty much every way. He looks like a real ‘Man’ and I like that about him.

In the bedroom, he very quickly took on a more dominant role, and taught me how to be submissive. Although I don’t always like to admit it, I’ve always felt the most comfortable being submissive with Moby. It just feels oddly right. To be completely honest, Moby has a pretty good-sized dick and he knows it. 

For fun one time, we got out some measuring tape and measured ourselves. Moby’s dick when just soft is a little over 5 inches and when hard….just a bit above 9.5 inches and quite thick. He was born gifted. And here I am measuring a tad over 5 inches when hard…Moby is clearly more “alpha” than I am, and we both know it. And, weirdly enough, I feel okay with that dynamic. I learned pretty quick that I absolutely love giving a good blow job. I could do that for hours and my bf definitely does not complain.

It wasn’t too long until Moby and I started to get into more of our deeper…fantasies. Moby introduced me to the concept of chastity. He’s always really been turned on by the idea of having me be in chastity. I, naturally curious, obliged him and I began wearing a cage when we’d have sex. Moby began to almost “train” me to associate the cage with not cumming and only focus on making him cum. After Moby would cum, he’d kiss me and cuddle me. When I’d ask to cum, he’d tell me no because he had already cum and that was pleasureful for us both. At first, that was really tough for me because I’ve always been a horny boy, and not getting release after sex was…hard for me, to say the least.

Next I knew, my bf was starting to keep me locked when going to bed. My dick would strain so hard against the confines of the cage. Moby noticed it and got me a strap to help with that. Moby soon began pushing me to wear my cage for longer, even when we’d just be at home not having sex. Because I gave the key to my bf, I really couldn’t decide when to unlock even if I was horny. I sometimes wonder if that was a good idea or not.

He’s been forcing me to go longer and longer without cumming. At first, just a day or two. And then close to a week…and then two weeks. Soon he began forcing me to wear the cage even when we’d go out in public. He says that the idea of knowing I’m locked up while no one else around us knows, really turns him on like nothing else. And, honestly, I think me too.

He’s been trying to convince me that I don’t need to worry about my own orgasm. He’ll say things like, “Baby, you don’t have to worry about touching your own dick. Don’t think of it as a dick anyway. That’ll only frustrate you. You don’t like touching it. It doesn’t feel good for you. Remember? That’s why I locked it up safe and sound, and you can relax by making my dick feel good. My cock is the only cock you need to think about, baby.” I hate it, but I’ve been starting to believe it. And, fuck, he turns me on. Something has changed inside Moby recently – almost feral-like.

Lately, Moby’s been experimenting with my ass. He’ll often eat me out and then fuck me for a long time. It was weird at first but feels great now…for the most part. Usually, he likes to just cum inside me to finish. It kinda hurts ngl, but why does it feel so good when I feel his cock pulsing inside me. It kinda relaxes me. Sometimes after a good fucking, I find that my dick has almost, like, spontaneously shot precum or at least something that looks like that. Moby always has me keep his cum inside me after he unloads. He’s very adamant about that. Often, he’ll make me go to bed with his cum still inside my ass. It turns me on ngl.

The last time Moby let me cum was almost a month and a half ago at this point. I’m so fricking horny all the time and I don’t know what to do with all of it! I can’t think straight. Moby keeps reassuring me that when the time is right, my “body will learn to cum just from me fucking you” and that I have to learn to cum from his cock sliding in and out of me. Whereas before it’d hurt for him to slide his dick inside me, now it’s kinda starting to feel good. I don’t know. It’s a weird feeling. I feel confused but strangely satisfied. What do I do, Sam?

Moby just told me last night that he plans on keeping the key to my cage on a more permanent basis. He said I’m ready. At times, he calls me “boy.” He says that he wants me to stay locked basically all the time and that he’d let me out occasionally in the shower so he can clean me. I work from home, so that isn’t a real big concern. He doesn’t want me to have access to my penis anymore, basically. He said, “It’s either my cock or your nub. You can’t have both, so choose.” I don’t know what to do. Sometimes my dick strains so hard in it cage that it feels like it’s gonna break out. It never does, of course.

So, I guess, what do I do, Sam? I’m kinda at a loss. This all seems to have happened so suddenly and now I seem to be living a life where I can’t even touch my own dick without permission. That doesn’t feel normal. I’m forced to sit down to pee (which Moby likes) and service his cock when he pleases. And to be honest with myself…I absolutely love it…while feeling utterly terrified at the same time. What do I do? Is this normal? If I go with this, is it even possible to live a life without really using my dick? What if other guys find out? I really like Moby’s dick though…ugh…I don’t know.

Best,

Johnny

You can hear the panic in Johnny’s words, can’t you? But beyond that panic, there is also the sound of fulfillment and purpose!

Every step of Master Moby has taken during the course of enslaving Johnny has been one of curiosity fueled by his primal instincts. He seems to be approaching this enslavement of Johnny in the same way any animal blindly and thoughtlessly follows its instincts at the right time. It was inevitable that Master Moby’s Alpha instinct would kick in and he would need to take further and deeper control of Johnny until Johnny accepted what he is to Master Moby: his faggot.

Personally, I can’t help but wonder about Master Moby’s past, and whether or not he ever had any exposure to faggot worship and service prior to being with Johnny. Regardless, it’s so very clear that the Alpha programming within him demanded that Johnny must be subjugated, placed into chastity, and turned into his property.

To answer Johnny’s concluding questions:

1. There is nothing more to do except obey Master Moby and try to please him.
2. As I laid out above, yes, this is perfectly normal for an ascending Alpha who is truly embracing his power and authority as such. It’s also normal for an Alpha who wants to be the Master of a personal faggot.
3. Yes, it’s possible to live a “normal” life without the use of your dick. Nature made the call at birth when it gave you a substandard dick and submissive personality. You’re now owned by an Alpha endowed with a large cock and the dominance to use it. Your dick is now nothing more than a urination device, as well as a means for Master Moby to train you (through caging it) to focus on the only true cock in the relationship: HIS COCK.
4. Who cares what anyone else thinks about your caged penis? Yes, they might laugh or be morbidly curious about it. So what? By wearing that cage you are proudly displaying the fact that you are the property of a true Alpha Master like Moby. Out of all the faggots he could own, he chose YOU. Nobody else wears Master Moby’s chastity cage, so look at it like a wedding ring and be PROUD!

I love receiving experiences like this one. They go a long way to indisputably proving not only the TRUTH of Hierarchy, but also its INEVITABILITY. These are the roles we are meant to inhabit and fulfill. Even when we don’t understand why we do the things we do or why we love it, NATURE DOES!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There are a lot of factors that go into a straight Alpha’s decision to finally use a faggot sexually. Maybe the Alpha is going through a drought of female pussy. Or maybe the Alpha had past experiences that make him curious about sex with a faggot.

But none of those circumstances describe the life of Master Mike. He fucks tons of girls every weekend. He had a prototypically-happy childhood free of abuse. So when I first met Master Mike, I figured he would just use his faggot Benjamin domestically and for worship sessions, and sex would never come into play.

But I underestimated Master Mike’s hunger for absolute POWER.

To be fair, I’ve been in Master Mike’s ear via email, repeatedly explaining that straight Alphas use faggots sexually and nothing changes about their sexuality. However, Master Mike seemed to me to be perfectly contented with the parade of vagina he had at his disposal.

And then, out of the blue, I received this incredible message from him:

Holy hell faggot, you were definitely right. I finally went through with throatfucking Benji. I have wasted the perfect opportunity for the last 8 years. Jesus Christ it was satisfying. Feeling the natural resistance of his throat and gag reflex just give out under the assault from my cock. Hearing the gagging turn into a wet sloshing sound as I fucked. Seeing his face slowly get covered with more and more fag slime which is what I am calling the mix of his saliva, snot, tears and throat slime. He did a hell of a job though. Took everything I gave him and maintained eye contact the whole time. He worked his tongue in a way no girl ever has on my cock. I didn’t even know someone could lick my balls while my cock with down their throat. Benji’s mouth is hands down the best pussy I have ever fucked. He cleaned up everything and said “thank you Master” once finished without prompting. Why is this not a standard thing happening from puberty onwards? Why haven’t I had faggot butlers my whole adult life? Fuck I have probably missed key details you want but my mind is putty right now. I have never had my cock drained so well or with so much worship and adoration. I think I need a nap to recover. What more am I missing?

WOW!!!

I love everything about Master Mike’s experience, especially the sudden revelation he had that this resource had been available for him to use for so long, but he was blind to it! You can almost hear the frustration and regret in his words!

Of course, straight Alphas are conditioned by society to reject homosexuals and to think that sex with them as emasculating. And yet, as Master Mike discovered, the truth is exactly the OPPOSITE of this! When a straight Alpha fucks a faggot, he becomes even MORE powerful, MORE masculine. That’s the great secret at the heart of Hierarchy!

We continued trading emails all afternoon, and Master Mike made some other observations:

Cheeky pup did show me a post you made about prostate massage. Think he wants me to finger or fuck his cunt next. And if it is half as good as his mouth I am in. He has taken 3 loads in 24 hours and still wants more. I know he is usually needy after any time spent around his family but it is insane how desperate he has been since I let him experience my cock. Like his brain switched off and he is just a sex puppet for me. It’s fucking fantastic. I am definitely moving him into my home ASAP. Not going without access to this ever again. Will need to get a dog cage or something sorted for him though. I let him sleep in my bed last night but that won’t be a permanent thing.

I was quite surprised that Master Mike allowed Benjamin to sleep in bed with him. Typically, straight Alphas don’t do that often (although there are exceptions made for exceptional faggots).

He slept on my thigh partly for my ease of access and partly for him. I did wake up this morning to him gently kissing my balls. It is also worth noting I handcuffed him so he couldn’t get too handsy with me overnight. I guess I should take up prostate milking then as I do consider myself an ethical dom. 

So this is a wildly unexpected turning point in Master Mike’s life! This is not what he was expecting when he accepted Benjamin’s domestic service into his life.

But now he tried using Benji sexually, and he’s discovered the single greatest power source he’s experienced since he started fucking women. In fact, as a source of power, I bet it’s even more invigorating than fucking women! You can hear it in his words, those sentences of astonishment above. He’s like a gold digger who has suddenly discovered the richest vein of gold ever known … and he’s now determined to extract every fleck of gold buried within it!

I’m so excited for Master Mike. Nature gave him the keys to a Kingdom, but some parts of that Kingdom were locked and ignored by him. But here he is now, standing on the highest peak within it, and getting an unobstructed view of EVERYTHING he owns. He’s ASCENDING.

Such a moment can be overwhelming, but Master Mike is extremely smart. He knows the possibilities of his life have suddenly and drastically improved. All things are possible now.

So using his first faggot sexually didn’t make Master Mike gay. Not even close. It made him a KING!

This was originally published October 5, 2020

Alphas and Masters love owning faggots. Why wouldn’t they? Faggots are like faithful dogs that can be fucked, ordered to cook and clean, and always gives back non-stop worship.

Alphas and Masters also love the pliability of faggots. Since faggots are possessions of Men, these superiors can make faggots do whatever they want or modify them in whatever way they choose. That might mean keeping the faggot in a doggie cage. It might mean having the faggot drink urine. Most commonly, it means putting the faggot into a chastity cage.

Those are all the fun aspects of faggot ownership. But ultimately a faggot is a valuable possession of a Man, and valuable possessions need to be cared for and protected.

That intro leads me to an extraordinary event that happened this weekend.

Chin (Master Jin’s faggot) and Alex (Master Nick’s faggot) had been talking to each other and devised a way to get a key for their chastity cages because they were getting frustrated being locked up. Eventually their plan was discovered, and both Masters were at their wit’s end trying to understand the problem.

Now, I had been in their ears for some time about how the faggots may need to be milked. My concern was more health-based; it’s better for the prostate to ejaculate. But I also felt these waves of frustration from the young faggots, that they couldn’t feel orgasms anymore.

This latest crisis finally made Masters Nick and Jin hear my words.

So Master Nick researched prostate milking. Then he took Alex into a private room, got him naked, and put him on the bed. Then Master Nick inserted his fingers into Alex’s hole, found the prostate, and then began to massage it. Within a minute or two, cum started to flow out of Alex’s clit, out of his cage, and onto the bed.

Now think about this. Master Nick is a straight Alpha Male! He’s owned faggots for nearly a year after a lifetime of never considering sex with a male! During his year of fag ownership, he has confronted every new issue with intelligence, thoughtfulness, and courage. This is what a true Apex Alpha does!

But Master Nick shrugs it off. “I own them, so it’s my job to take care of them,” he says.

After Master Nick milked Alex, Master Jin took Nick’s suggestions and milked the troublesome Chin. Within two minutes Jin had milked Chin and then cleaned him up.

Master Nick was so excited by the results of his milking of Alex that he then milked his other three faggots, Yul, Lee, and Oliver.

Again, these Masters are straight. Prostate milking was beyond anything they ever imagined they would ever do. But they faced this challenge with great maturity and practicality. I cannot praise this enough.

Afterward, I asked both of them what they thought. They said it was like fingering a pussy. The faggots said that it was the weirdest feeling they’d ever experienced. I’ll admit, it’s hard to describe. I thought it felt like involuntary peeing, but the relief was somewhere deeper than the relief of a typical Male orgasm.

But most significantly, the Masters born said that they felt closer to their faggots through the act of milking. Master Nick said he felt more powerful as he held his faggots in his large hands and cared for their needs. The event was one of GROWTH.

POSTSCRIPT

I was so amazed by the events that transpired that I began bragging to other Masters about it. And to my shock, these Masters (some gay) would say that they had no interest in milking their faggots. A couple had a reaction of “that’s gross … I’ll never do that.”

I think it’s a shame that so many Alphas and Masters want all of the benefits of faggot ownership, but none of the responsibility.

Leave it to Masters Nick and Jin – straight Alphas who are growing in their power daily. – to lead the way.

So I’m begging all owners of faggots: milk your faggots, be involved in their training, and be a worthy owner.

Special thank you to Master Nick and Master Jin for becoming the two most astounding owners of faggots that this world has ever known! May you always stand as a shining example to your Alpha brothers!

I’m curious if you have heard of this situation before. I am a fag with an extremely high sex drive- before locking up I would jerk off 2 to 3 times a day minimum. I have quite a few straight male friends-—they know I’m gay but don’t know I’m a caged faggot. They think I’m a top, and I never corrected them. Recently they were talking about sex, and one of them was talking about how dominant he was. I literally had to make an excuse to leave, take off my cage and jerk off, then come back, otherwsie I was going to lose my mind. Every time im with them I just want them to rough fuck me.

How can a fag like me control myself? Should I find more men to suck? Or should I start jerking off more to get it out of my system?

Hi brother! Thanks for the question!

Congrats on the choice to self-lock! It’s an important step in a faggot’s life and the process of molding your mind into perpetual subspace. 

However, chastity does no good if you’re still unlocking two/three times a day to jerk off, or unlocking to jerk off whenever it becomes difficult. The difficulty is part of the journey of chastity, and you’re denying yourself the opportunity to grow every time you unlock and masturbate.

I was able to stop masturbating through the application of my mind. I simply started meditating on how shameful it was that I was using my penis like a Man, how I was bringing shame on other Men by using my penis the way they can. I became embarrassed to use the urinals in bathrooms because those belonged to Men, etc. So start thinking about it that way, and I think eventually you’ll come to the right conclusion.

But I will add this about the little story you told me: you should’ve revealed your chastity to your straight Alpha friends right then and there. They need to know you’re actually a locked faggot. This could solve two issues at once.

There is something triggering to straight Alphas when they see a faggot in chastity. They’re ALWAYS curious about it, but it also turns them on in a bizarre way. It’s almost like the caged faggot is wearing a sign that reads “CUMDUMP”. They understand that a faggot wearing a chastity cage is not a Man and not equal, and oftentimes they want to take control of those faggots. 

Besides that benefit, if/when your Alpha friends use you, you’ll also solve your horniness through increased use. 

I’m always a proponent of being honest with those around oneself. When you are, awesome things happen. When you give dominant straight Alphas permission, they take incredible control and do things you’d never imagine possible. 

So next chance you get, reveal your chastity to them and see what develops! 

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

Sam, not a question, but my second brain kicked in with the question from the fag whose lover is dominant in bed but hasn’t extended it further. Wow, how does he show Him he wants to be used as a slave.

I flashed to him putting himself in a cock cage, then coming to his Dom, kneeling, then holding out the keys and asking Him if He would own and control the keys. That small action would convey all that needed to be said. Respectfully considering the Dom, I’m sure He’s aware His partner is not cumming when He uses him for sex. He probably really enjoys that clear Masculine, Dominant, Superior feeling that comes with it.

I’m so glad he asked the question and you published it. I really enjoyed the side trip it gave me!

This is in response to THIS recent Questions From Readers question.

Yes, I thought about suggesting that, but I thought it might be over-the-top. It’s certainly an excellent “next step” in the process! 

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s really sad to me that, after almost 10 years teaching Hierarchical truth online (alongside many others), more straight Alphas don’t know about the growth and power available to them through the use and ownership of faggots. Granted, straight Alphas have always used faggots to some degree or another, but through ownership straight Alphas make a leap that other, lesser males cannot ever experience. On the other side of that leap is exponential growth and limitless power.

The possibility of that kind of power was something a smart Alpha like Master Mike couldn’t pass up.

My first encounter with Master Mike occurred when he reprimanded me for not instructing his first faggot Benjamin properly. When I complied, he wrote to me and fully introduced himself to me, and we’ve been discussing his ownership of Benjamin and his plans for further training.

Here’s what Master Mike wrote to me last Thursday after I impressed him:

I am impressed by the fact you posted my reprimand. Very humble even for a faggot. Makes me wish you could join Benji on his reward this weekend. It is the six nations (European rugby contest) final matches on Saturday and I have 3 guys from my rugby team coming to watch at mine. Benji does not know they are coming but he will be attending in his full capacity as my faggot. I have bought a nice thick leather collar for the occasion. He will be serving us snacks and beers as well as a full steak dinner he prepared in the evening. All of it bought with his credit card. They have already been told what to expect and what they can ask of him. It does include a foot cleaning as I have trained him. They have also been told no photographs or getting rough with him. All of then have met Benji before so they will know him by face. They are staying the night and getting breakfast in the morning so Benji should have a full 24 hours of serving 4 straight men simultaneously. I know your pussy will be twitching imagining being in his place, but you will restrain yourself from posting this update until Sunday morning. Benji will not know until they arrive that they are coming. And he will not know until after they leave that they knew before that he was my faggot and would be serving them. 

Well, I didn’t hear anything until after the weekend was finished, but it was one hell of an update:

Got a proper account for you about Benjis submission. What a weekend it has been. It started Thursday when I messaged Benji to come over on Friday and happened to mention I was having a shit day. I finish work and head to Thursday rugby practice then head home after. Benji is sat on my doorstep waiting for me. At first I was pissed at him imposing but he said he had messaged offering to come over and cook. I check my phone and what do you know there was a unread message from him. I let him in and he cooked and got on with housework. I was torn whether to punish him for imposing or be happy that he is predicting my wants and needs like a top tier fag.i decided on not punishing him. I did make him phone in sick on Friday though. I had the day off and there were things to do. I was going to be hosting a Six Nations rugby party on Saturday and needed to pick up some snacks. I took Benji’s phone and wallet so he would have no distractions and left him to fully clean my house. He did a satisfactory job of cleaning and once my shopping was unpacked, I took him for a fully supervised clean and reshape of the cage area so he was fully presentable. I had 3 friends coming the next day which Benji didn’t know about. But no fag of mine was going to embarrass me in front of my mates. Then Saturday rolled around. Benji knew I would probably be watching the rugby so he was ready to be serving drinks. He was fully dressed up as a faggot. His chastity cage was polished, he was wearing a leather collar I picked up for him and nothing else.

What he wasn’t expecting was a knock on the door at 10:30. He looked very confused. I told him firmly to get the door. As always he obeyed. I could tell he was terrified. My mates had all been told what to expect and just laughed when he opened the door for them. They walked in like it was nothing and sat around my lounge as I had instructed them. Judging by how red Benji went he humiliated but I was just getting started. He was instructed to get each of us a beer and then to remove their shoes and socks so they could get comfortable. He laid out the snacks for us all and then the matches started. I had him washing my feet during the whole Ireland vs Italy match. And every time my team Ireland scored he was to kiss my feet. For the other matches, I passed him to the others to clean their feet. Only 2 of them accepted, but that is the loss of the third. I think he was worried it was too gay. But it isn’t gay to be served by a faggot.

Benji then made us dinner and we settled in for the final match of the day. Benji’s service had been perfect even though he was humiliated as hell. So I decided to reward him. I called him over and put him directly in front of me. And I offered him my feet. He went to massage them with his hands as usual but I stopped him. Mouth and tongue faggot. He obeyed faster than I thought was possible. I think the little faggot was so excited to finally serve its Master with more then it’s hands. He just kept going and fucking hell did it feel good. His tongue was getting right in between my toes. He seriously has me considering where else that mouth would be of use. He will have to earn that privilege though.

I must have looked like I was loving the treatment as one of the others asked for a turn but I told him absolutely not. My faggot obeys me and will serve as I tell him to. But he will only worship me. I own him and I do not share worship or ownership.

After the last match we just stayed up drinking. Benji was either getting us drinks or kissing and licking my toes. It was very telling that he would not come off my toes unless I told him to get their drinks. He outright ignored their orders if they were counter to mine. I guess that is the hierarchy at work. Two of them stayed the night after drinking that much. Benji was brought into my room where I could keep an eye on him. I allowed him to sleep on my bed at my feet as he did such an incredible job.

This morning he made breakfast for them and then they left. As I am writing this to you he is at my feet giving them another worship session.

Once I have sent this I will be making three things clear to him. One is that he has passed probation. He has proven that he improved my quality of life in his service as a faggot. I will be permanently keeping him as a personal faggot and from here on he is MINE. Two is that as MY faggot he is a member of this household. That means he will get a key and be allowed to live here if he so wishes. The rules are to be obeyed whether he is here or not. He is no longer to treat his flat as somewhere he can behave like a man. No clothes. No furniture. He just has to choose where to obey the rules and I think he will choose my house. Third is that I will do nothing to stop the rugby team from knowing I have a pet faggot. Three of them already saw first hand. All of them come by semi frequently. None of them know Benji’s friends or work colleagues. So I have no interest in hiding it.

So there we are. I am now the official and very proud owner of a faggot. He did a great job this weekend. I think Benji wanted to tell you all this himself but who cares what a faggot wants. He got to start serving my feet this weekend.

Truly a magnificent and glorious display of raw Alpha power by Master Mike! Not only was it an effective way to break Benjamin’s walls of resistance and train obedience into him, but it also taught his Alpha Pack the value of faggot ownership! How can anyone deny the Hierarchical truth powering Master Mike’s decision to take ownership of a personal faggot?

And Master Mike’s blunt statement – “It isn’t gay to be served by a faggot” – is absolutely true, and that truth is explicitly understood only by those straight Alphas powerful enough to own one.

I am taken aback every time I find another straight Alpha who is willing to display such power this openly. In Master Mike’s mind, any member of his Alpha Pack who disagrees with faggot ownership is wrong and not Alpha, essentially. He understands it’s an Alpha’s RIGHT to own and use faggots.

Thank you, Master Mike, for sharing the beginning of your ascension to true power!