A caged faggot is literally a toy for Alphas.

A fleshlight.

It’s a failed male that has surrendered its nub out of respect for the cocks of true Men.

When a Man presents his cock to it, it knows what to do.

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Hierarchy 289 – Faggot Modification

What can an Alpha change in his fggot, and what are the benefits?

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There’s something different about living as property.
Not everyone will get it, most people wake up every day making choices. What to wear, what to eat, when to jerk off. Freedom feels like air to them.

But when you belong to someone, your air changes. You breathe what they allow. You move how they decide. You learn that obedience isn’t weakness, it’s purpose.

For most couples, “love” means equality. For us, it means surrender and control. It means one man gives up everything, and the other takes responsibility for that gift. It means knowing your collar doesn’t just decorate you, it defines you.

You stop comparing yourself to “normal” people, because normal doesn’t feel real anymore. You start measuring your days not by time, but by service. By how well you obeyed. By how proud your owner looked when you said, “Yes, sir.”

It’s not about pain. It’s about peace, the kind that comes when you no longer have to think about who you are. You just are what he wants you to be.

Zack

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the journey of a faggot named Ricky who discovered the joy and fulfillment of chastity while in college. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In honor of Locktober, I’m publishing stories of faggots who have learned something about themselves through chastity. Write to me if you have something to share!

I really am jealous of some of my brothers who have had experiences like a faggot named Ricky. You see, Ricky was taught the truth about chastity while in college, when an Alpha there took ownership of him and locked him in chastity for the first time. I didn’t get to know the meaning of chastity until later in my life, so I feel like I missed out on those precious years of discovery while in my youth.

Some might say that putting a cage on a young fag’s nub is detrimental, but honestly the benefits far outweigh any detriments. Just listen to Ricky describe his experience:

I always knew I was different from my guy friends growing up. When they would be talking about what girls they got with from school I only ever cared because I wish it was me they were fucking. Like most boys do we talked dick size and I was always the smallest out of my friends. I was always envious of their size and wondered if I’d ever get that big.

Well college came and I met my first alpha. He introduced me to the hierarchy and caged me for the first time. Once the cage was on everything made sense. I knew I was always meant to be caged. I found FWA and leaned more of my place in the hierarchy and got deeper into chastity. This site has helped me to learn and embrace my place as a fag beneath real men. The hierarchy is undeniable.

I wish I had known sooner and locked up back when I was in high school before I tried topping lol

Isn’t it funny how Ricky and I (now both long-term caged fags) wish we would’ve been caged earlier? Why do we feel that way?

It’s because chastity has been teaching us a deeper meaning to our submission. We are learning things about ourselves through chastity that not even simple denial could ever do. Chastity is a journey into oneself, into our own motivations and our reason for being.

Chastity separates us in an undeniable and distinctive way from Men. There are no excuses possible for a caged fag, so delusions. It frees up the mind of a faggot, focuses its mind on its proper place and the only needs that matter: that of the Superior Men around us.

I’m really proud of Ricky for finding a college Alpha who understood the value of caging faggots and took action to cage Ricky’s tiny dicklet!

Any faggots out there still free should really consider it, too! You’ll be a much better faggot for it!

Hi brother,

This faggot is 54. It’s locktober but the slave is so frustrated because its Master doesn’t allow it to be caged. It is so nice to be locked and show its submission. But Master decided that the slave should stay in chastity just by the power of Master’s will.

The slave is really grateful and honored that Master thinks it is able to do that. And it will !

Of course it’s easier than for young faggots. The slave is so proud of the young faggots that manage not to jerk and cum.

To be honest, the slave is really ashame when it can’t avoid a hard-on in front of its Master. Master’s aim is that the slave’s clit stays soft. That’s so difficult….

Of course there is only one cock in our relationship. And of course we are both feeling better after cumming, which has a complete different meaning for Him and it.

Do you think that not being allowed to be caged will improve Master power ?

Thank you for the question, brother! Happy Locktober! 

Congratulations on having a Master at your age! I occasionally hear from older faggots who complain that they feel they are all washed up, so it’s nice to have an inspirational story like yours to show them all what is actually possible! 

I do understand your Master’s perspective, and I can definitely respect it. In some way, he is demonstrating a certain level of trust or faith in you and your ability to obey. He knows you want to honor him in all you do, and this is one way to do that. So I’d definitely look at it that way.

Funnily enough, I never got hard while serving. I was always so in awe of serving and so focused on what I was doing to please them that I simply didn’t even pay attention to myself. Now, mind you, I masturbated A LOT when I was by myself until about 8 years ago, when I began to take a more serious inventory of every aspect of my life and how I was using it. There is a certain responsibility I feel from my functions on this site and for my audience, so I do try to practice what I preach whenever possible. That’s MY point of view, but everybody’s different.

As far as your concluding question, YES I definitely do think that it will grow his power. What Master wouldn’t be flattered and proud to simply command something and have it be done, rather than requiring physical props to make it happen?  I can tell you’re a good faggot, and I’m sure you make your Owner proud every day! 

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Yesterday was day 464 of being locked in chastity under Sir Declan’s control (Locktober day 2).

Last night started off like the perfect kind of evening you imagine in your head but never think will actually happen. Sir had already texted me earlier in the day telling me to show up at the gym. As soon as I walked in, his eyes told me everything: this wasn’t going to be a “regular” workout. Between sets he’d whisper in my ear, “I’m going to make your body better for me. Stronger, tighter, more useful. You’re mine to build.” Each word was like a pulse down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement.

After we left the gym, we came home. I immediately started preparing dinner after my shower exactly as he’d instructed earlier in the day. I had all the ingredients laid out; I knew the timing had to be perfect. He likes things a certain way: his plate built just right, sauces in the correct order, and the tray neat so he can eat from the couch. I didn’t even make my own plate at first. Instead, I knelt at his feet, rubbing his arches, running my thumbs over the tension in his heels while he ate.

Halfway through his meal he looked down at me, smiled, and said quietly but firmly, “Go get your food.” I got up and made my own plate, but instead of joining him on the couch, I had to sit on the floor at the coffee table, back turned to him, eating like a servant while he ate like a king. I could hear him breathing, feel the weight of his gaze on me.

We started a movie and for a few minutes I felt that rare softness; he let me curl up next to him, his arms around me, his hand lazily resting on my locked cock through my shorts. But I know him well enough to recognize when that softness changes. His body language shifted. His grip tightened.

He stood up and without raising his voice said in that low, unmistakable tone, “FOLLOW ME!”
As we got in the bedroom, he said:
“Hands over the cage now.” My stomach dropped. I knew what was coming.

The cage already sitting there like a silent threat. I raised my arms. He grabbed my left wrist and clicked the cuff to the top bar of the cage, then my right wrist to the other side. Cold metal. No movement. My body completely exposed.

Then came the first strike of the paddle. Not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to sting and echo in the room. He paused, reached for the permanent marker, uncapped it with his teeth, and began writing across my back in thick black letters: “Owned by Declan.” The ink felt cool at first, then hot as my skin burned from the paddle.

By the time he was done, my ass was bright red, my back a billboard with his name across it, my cock locked and throbbing, collar snug against my throat. He left me like that, wrists chained, ass stinging, for a good 30 to 45 minutes. I could hear him moving around, watching TV in the next room. Every so often he’d come back, rub my ass with his palm, slide his fingers into my mouth and say, “I love you, babe,” before disappearing again. Each time was a tease, a reminder of both his affection and his control.

When he finally released me, he didn’t send me away. He pulled me to the couch, had me lie on my stomach with my head on his lap so he could stroke my hair while watching more TV. My red, sore ass was on display the whole time. His other hand lazily rested on my back where his name was still written, fingers tracing the letters like he was reading them silently.

This is the reality behind the photos and the stories. This is the mix of discipline, service, and care that makes me his.

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Hi Sam,

Happy Locktober!! As someone who is trying to extend my Locktober into November and maybe beyond I have to ask, as a locked faggot yourself do you ever cum while caged? Is it something I should try to do or just not worry about it? It is all easier said than done.

Thanks for writing to me! Happy Locktober to you, too!

I have never cum while caged, but I might be a special case. I had used my mind to stop masturbating a few years before being caged, and I’ve never ejaculated from being fucked (not even when being cunted). So I’m not sure I’m the standard. 

Other faggots have cum while in their cage, so I know it’s possible. 

Personally, I think faggots should really try not to cum as much as possible. Ejaculation is something Men do, not faggots. Plus, not cumming keeps you hornier and needing cock. I always default to recommending that faggots focus on service or preparations for service, rather than servicing themselves. 

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Hierarchy 288 – Locktober

Lock ’em up, everybody!

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Today is the first day of October, a day that officially kicks off a month-long celebration of chastity for faggots, subs, and any other beta males called LOCKTOBER.

While AI can’t seem to pinpoint the origin of Locktober, it did suggest that it began sometime after “No-Nut November” started as a meme in 2018. And honestly, I feel pretty confident in suggesting that Locktober started on Tumblr around that time period. I was at Ground Zero on Tumblr during the rich and dizzying heights of the Hierarchical movement on that platform at that time, and I remember it exploding on Tumblr. My site there, Fags Worship Alphas, was booming, and I was constantly fielding questions about chastity.

Here was the problem: I wasn’t in chastity at that time. Even worse, I had a really dismissive attitude toward chastity, maintaining the position that any “real faggot” doesn’t need chastity.

But something was happening inside of me that I didn’t plan nor anticipated. I was sinking deeper and deeper into subspace through my meditations on Alphahood. I was servicing Alphas on the side (I had just been dismissed by my last formal Master prior to starting FWA in 2015), but now I was also covering stories from Alphas all around the world. I began to see the Alpha brotherhood in a more complete way, and it was awe-inspiring. I was actually blessed to coach powerful straight Alphas into taking ownership of and using faggots, and I witnessed the glorious ascendancies of God Alphas because of it.

The net effect of this was a humbling I had never experienced before. I became so ashamed of my free penis that I was still using like Men do, pissing in urinals and masturbating. I felt like a hypocrite.

In a moment of clarity, I decided that I couldn’t wait until I was owned again. I needed to go into chastity immediately in the hope that it would ease my shame.

So I bought my first chastity cage, and then filmed my first locking on March 10, 2020 for the official record:

I instantly felt better, and I began to learn so much more about my own submission/purpose through chastity.

For instance, I began to understand why muscle faggots (like the one pictured above) rely on chastity as a way to refocus themselves on their purpose despite being built like that. Or how chastity can help well-endowed faggots shrink their penises (it really does that!) while also keeping them humble.

But most of all, my experience made me a tireless advocate of chastity in breaking/training new/young faggots. When straight Master Jin first told me that any faggot he owned had to be in chastity (this was 2019), I’m embarrassed to say I was almost critical of it. I had never been in chastity before and always felt it was some fetish nonsense (like the leather scene or pup play). In fact, I credit Master Jin for starting me down the slippery slope toward my own caging.

But now I firmly believe all faggots should be caged.

Why? There are a few reasons:

1. It clarifies a faggot’s mind, decluttering it.
2. It forces the faggot into a meditative state
3. It humbles the faggot
4. It helps the faggot appreciate the power of Men
5. It makes the faggot hungrier for service
6. It forces the faggot to accept the natural differences between a Man and itself.

The effect of chastity on me has been profound. So thoroughly was I changed after two years in chastity that, when I had to come out of chastity to serve two years in prison in 2022, I never got hard once during those years, and every day I yearned to be locked up in chastity again. The shame of being in prison wasn’t as bad for me as the shame of being out of my proper place – in chastity.

Wanna guess what I did immediately after getting out?

It’s been an incredible five year journey with chastity, and I wholeheartedly encourage any free faggots to try it this Locktober. Trust me, it’s even better if you lock yourself and successfully remain locked the entire month, because it’s a gift you’ve given yourself (rather than one imposed on you by an Alpha).

I wish you all a Happy Locktober!

Hey! Im still pretty new to being caged and I’m really loving it, it’s what feels most natural to me. One thing I’ve noticed though is that I’m not able to cum while I wear the cage, I’ll finger myself or use a dildo to try and cum because I don’t like jerking, but I can’t actually cum without taking the cage off and jerking. Do you know how to help with this? Or are faggots not supposed to cum? Thank you!

Hi brother! Thank you for writing to me! 

First off, congratulations on starting your journey into chastity! It sounds like you’re already noticing positive changes! Trust me, if you devote yourself to chastity and really meditate on its meaning, you’ll really start to feel a huge difference in your outlook and attitude. Men will notice it as well! 

Also, I commend you for trying to work on your pussy while caged. Chastity has multiple applications for faggots, and one of those involves a faggot discovering the purpose and functions of its pussy because it is no longer able to use its nub for satisfaction. 

Personally, I have never cum while wearing my chastity cage, but I have developed tremendous control nowadays. For you just starting out, it’s probably necessary to expel semen. Ideally you’d want to do this by milking cum out of you by manipulating your prostate with either a finger, or with that dildo. I’ve heard of faggots doing both. I’ve covered them both on this site. If you do a search for the word “milking” in this site’s search bar and you will find posts about that.

On a related note: a reader wrote in about cunting himself with a dildo while trying to milk his prostate. I’ve never experienced that, but it’s technically possible: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/questions-from-readers-450/  

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Hello there!! I am 32 now and I always knew that I am a faggot. I got fucked in my ass for the first time at age 17 by a 56 year old man. I always had girlfriends and affairs with women while I permanently enjoyed to be a faggot slut for older men. I am single for 3 years now and since then locked in chastity by my female roommate, and to be perfectly honest I love it like that. I  don’t want to use my limp dick because I feel like a total faggot and I only want and need to serve and satisfy men. I go to adult cinemas and public cruising areas a few times a week, serving every man with all my holes completely naked in my chastity cage and I love it and crave it. Actually today 4 strangers came on my face. But I can’t really go the next step and fully embrace it. What is my problem?

Thank you for the question, brother! 

I’m a little confused … why don’t you think you’ve fully embraced your place as a faggot? You’re now voluntarily in chastity, you’re actively serving Men with your holes, and you sound fairly submissive (I mean, a female told you to go into chastity!). 

What part of being a faggot are you not fulfilling? What is that “next step” in your mind? 

Are you maybe referring to referring to yourself as a faggot in everyday life or with people in your life? Or are you referring to the fact that you aren’t owned by a Master? If either of those things are concerns, let me dissuade you now. You’re a faggot on the INSIDE before you’re anything on the outside. I think you ARE a fully realized faggot already, and there’s nothing holding you back or lacking in you. 

In my opinion, I think you should put aside these self-doubts and continue what you’re doing.  

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Punishment.

Yesterday made it painfully clear why Sir Declan set this sentence, being moody for being cucked while he had a weekend date wasn’t acceptable, and he decided I needed to learn the lesson properly.

Day one started with paddles and 4½ hours locked in my jail cell. I was sore, humiliated, and already missing him which is exactly the point.

When he came home from the gym yesterday he didn’t say much. He had me put my hands through the bars of the cage and the cold metal cuffs clicked shut around my wrists. The cuff chain tightened so I couldn’t pull back. Then he latched shackles on my ankles to the cage so I was forced to stand there, exposed and completely immobilized. He pulled my shorts down, and every strike of the paddle landed with a loud slap and a burning sting that worked its way into my thighs and ass. Between hits he would whisper that he loved me and that this was necessary for us to be right, that the pain was part correction and part care.

When the paddling stopped he unfastened the cuffs, ordered me to strip, and shoved me back into the cell naked. The door slammed and the lock turned. I sat on the cold floor with my hands over my chest, breathing in the quiet, feeling the afterburn of each hit and the shame that came with it.

Four hours later he came back. The click of his keys felt like a mercy. He opened the cell and let me come sit on the floor in front of him while he relaxed on the couch. He put his hands on my shoulders and worked out the knots with firm presses. Every so often he’d kiss the top of my head like I was a child he both owned and wanted to protect. We turned on The Simpsons, a small, ridiculous bit of normalcy and the contrast between the tenderness and what I’d just been through made me ache to be better for him.

When it was time for bed I was allowed to sleep with him, but mercy didn’t mean freedom. Sir was hard and told me to work on his cock. I climbed on top and obeyed. His skin was warm against my mouth, his fingers tangled in my hair, and he kept my head down until he emptied himself, hard and hot down my throat. He didn’t let me pull away; he made sure I swallowed every last drop. Afterward he murmured, “Good boy, you didn’t gag this time. Okay, now bed time.” Praise that stung almost as much as the paddles, because it reminded me I’d passed another test.

I expect tonight when I come home from work I’ll be greeted at the door with handcuffs again, escorted straight to the bedroom for more paddles, and returned to my cell to continue the sentence. I don’t like the discipline, but I understand it. I appreciate his guidance, his corrections, and his love, even when it’s rough. I will keep working to be the submissive he wants, to obey, and to earn those small, private moments of tenderness.

Zack 
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Being collared would terrify and embarrass many people. To most, it’s just a piece of metal around your neck. But for me, when Declan locks that collar on, it’s everything. It’s proof that I’m owned, that I belong to him completely, and that my only purpose is to worship him like the god he is.

And it doesn’t stop at the collar. He locks my cock too. I can’t touch myself, I can’t cum when I want, because my body doesn’t belong to me, it belongs to him. He decides when I get release, if I ever get it at all. Most of the time he just laughs and reminds me:

“Loads go in you, not out of you. You’re my personal cum dump, and you should be grateful for that.”

That’s my reality. While other boyfriends might give kisses and cuddles, mine makes me swallow his cum, takes me raw and dumps loads deep in my ass, and uses my body as his urinal when he wants. Humiliating? Absolutely. Degrading? Of course. But it’s also the deepest act of care and control, because every time he does it, I’m reminded that I’m his, fully and permanently.

Being owned by Declan means I don’t just serve him, I live for him. I exist to make him happy, to take whatever he wants to give me, whether it’s affection or punishment, spit or piss, cock or hand across my ass. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.

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Hello there,

How do I stay motivated to stay in Chastity? I dont have a proper owner- if I did this wouldn’t be an issue. I do have some alphas that fuck me on occasion, but it is very causual and not quite an ‘owner’ situation if you will. Neither of them are very into chastity, and one them actually doesn’t want me to wear a cage (he doesnt touch my dick, but I guess he doesnt like the look of them).

But outside of those, I often give in after maybe a week or so and unlock and jerk off 3 to 4 times in a row. How do I stop?

Thanks for the question, brother! 

Stopping any kind of addiction (like masturbation) always involves a mindset/belief system shift. For example, people don’t permanently quit smoking until they truly get grossed out by the habit and put it down. 

I finally stopped masturbating all the time when I began to think so deeply about how inferior I was to Men that I began to be ashamed to cum like them. I felt I was insulting them.

After that step, about two years later I was so ashamed about being free that I caged myself in honor of Alphas and Men in general. 

I do think the way I did it is the framework for faggots who are unowned or owned by Masters who don’t care about chastity. It all starts in your mind and how you view the truth about yourself. 

Chastity became such an important part of my life that it was disorienting to take off the cage for my imprisonment for two years. Upon my release, I couldn’t wait to put it back on! 

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A locked faggot is essentially a green light for an Alpha.

The cage doesn’t just mean it’s inferior. It also shows that the faggot has accepted its purpose and is ready for use.

Just like this one says in this clip!

“Look what I’ve come to!” moans the caged faggot as God Alpha @hollywoodpwrtop pushes the entire length of his cock into it.

The exclamation is one of shock and shame for the faggot, but one of triumph for Alpha cock.

Another purpose fulfilled!

There is simply no Master amplifying the training of faggots more than @MasterOnTwinks.

He has unparalleled control over them, and he knows how to tease as well as humiliate in order to get in their heads!

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