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 hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’m lifting the story of Master Jerome, a 19-year-old straight French Alpha, to its own thread because it has been developing dramatically.
I think it’s pretty clear that young straight Alphas are getting the message: that faggot ownership elevates them in often dramatic ways. Combine that knowledge with a young Alpha’s hetero-flexibility, and you have the perfect recipe for fast and unorthodox activities once considered impossible from straight Men.
Enter: Master Jerome.
The very first time Master Jerome wrote to me, I could hear confused, excited lust in his words. A 19-year-old Alpha is already drenched with testosterone, but there was something more with him. It was almost as if he had just peeked into the wardrobe and glimpsed Narnia, and now he was eager to charge through the wardrobe and conquer every kingdom there.
In his case, those “kingdoms” ripe for conquering were three twink boy ballerinas, pals of his sister. Seeing those flexible, lithe boys made Master Jerome hungry for fag pussy for the first time in his life, but those feelings didn’t scare him. Instead, his superior Alpha hunting instinct turned on, and he relentlessly pursued his first victim until he finally managed to get it away from the herd so he could sink his Alpha cock into it.
That’s all it took.
Now Master Jerome has written with an update on the hunt:
This is Jerome from France. I sent you a message last month about me, my sister, and her fag friends.
I wanna thank you for your advice and let you know that I’ve been very successful so far. To make things easier, let’s call the boys Fag A, Fag B, and Fag C.
As you know I was fucking Fag A twice a week and I wanted to fuck the other two as well. One day, after using Fag A and giving him some love to recover from a destroyed hole, he told me that Fag B and C were hooking up after their rehearsals. I asked him how that was possible if both were bottoms, but fag A told that they probably just make out and suck each other dicks. And so, I thought to myself “what a waste, two gorgeous fags in need of some dick sucking each other instead of being fucked by a real Man like me”
I didn’t mention anything to Fag A, but I decided at that moment that I would fuck and breed the other boys as well. My first step was approaching Fag B. I told him that I wanted to buy a nice birthday present to my sister, but I knew nothing about ballet, so I needed his help. He was really kind and sweet, so we went together to the store and bought a few things. I started to compliment him and say that he looked really good in his ballet costumes, then to see his reaction I said “but I won’t compliment you too much because I don’t wanna have trouble with your boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?,” he asked. Then I said that I thought that Fag C and him were a couple because they are always together. He got embarrassed, and said that they were just friends. It was around 6pm, so I invited him to have some dinner with wine as a retribution for his generous help. He accepted, and after 3 glasses of wine, I asked him again why Fag C and him were not together, if they were such a pretty couple with so many common interests. I used this strategy to make him verbalize the reason why two faggots could not be together.
I had already gotten in his mind and he was much more outgoing after the wine, so he just said “well, we were not very compatible.” I pretended that I didn’t understand what he meant and just said “oh, I would never imagine that, you guys are both ballet dancers, I thought you had a lot of compatibility.” Then the sexy femboy chuckled and said “well, you’re straight, you don’t understand, but when to guys are together one needs to be the Man, and in the bedroom we are two girls.” I laughed along with him and just said “well, you’re really talented and attractive, I’m sure you’ll find someone soon.” I paid the bill for us, we left the restaurant, and the faggot asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told him that I did not but I was hoping to find a girls as sweet and cute as he is.
That was all it took for him to let me get closer and we started kissing (a literal French kiss between two French people in France lol). The boy was surprised and said that he didn’t know that I liked guys too. So I said “well, I like you, and that’s what matters now.” I took him back to my house and squeezed in my room because my sister was there. Then I told him “well, if your problem was having two girls in the bedroom, now I guarantee that you’re the only girl here, and I’ll treat you as my girl from now on.” He sucked my dick as if I were the last Man on Earth, what a wonderful blowjob.
Sadly, I did not have lube in my room, and he was a virgin with a super tight hole. So I kept him in my room for several hours, and pumped three loads in his mouth. He swallowed all of them and did not complain at any moment. I put him on my chest after all these blowjobs and kept saying how gorgeous he is. The boy was really happy to be in my arms.
So Sam, I need you to give your insights on my strategy to conquer these fags. Do you think I did well in not fucking his hole? I would’ve probably hurt him, but at the same time I acknowledge the importance of putting my cum inside his ass as soon as possible. For now, I will keep fucking Fag A around twice a week, and I told Fag B that I will take his virginity soon. But his hole is much tighter than Fag A, so I’ll be extra careful to do it without hurting my new boy.
If you can tell me what you think and, most importantly, give me any advice on how to finally conquer the third Fag, I would really appreciate it. I like your idea of putting all of then on their knees, but I think that before getting to this point I need to be more romantic and conquer one by one.
Your work is invaluable, and I hope it is okay to keep in touch with you while I explore Hierarchy.
I was breathless reading Master Jerome’s update! Just a shocking amount of power, understanding, and control for a straight Alpha his age!
To answer Master Jerome’s questions first:
I absolutely think the conquering of Fag B was expertly handled. Throat-fucking aside, it was surprisingly romantic. I might caution against getting too romantic at this stage, simply because the stable of fags is being built, so keeping the romance to a minimum might be better in order to prevent any of the faggots from becoming too attached or jealous. In a perfect scenario, all three faggots will be able to serve Master Jerome together in harmony and cooperation. It’s what every straight Alpha deserves.
I completely agree with Master Jerome that it is imperative that he try to breed Fag B as soon as possible. His cum is already working on Fag B’s mind and addicting the faggot to its new Owner. Now is the time to strike.
And yes, Master Jerome’s cock and rut will hurt the faggot (even with lube), but here’s the point Master Jerome might not appreciate yet: faggots are meant to suffer for the pleasure of Alphas like him. It’s simply our lot in life. Faggots are born to be pierced, fucked, and bred by cock. It hurts, but faggots receive pleasure from that pain because through it we find fulfillment.
Fag B will likely scream and cry while Master Jerome takes its virginity, but it will forever thank him for it afterward!
As for the taking of Fag C, I think I will just repeat what I said before: I’m sure these fags are talking to each other about what’s happening and probably anticipating more. I don’t think it’d be necessary for Master Jerome to go to great lengths to capture this third faggot. He could most likely just walk up to it and demand that it get on its knees to service him. But I think Master Jerome likes to play with his food before he eats it, so I’d just follow the path that worked so well with Fag B. It won’t take long, I promise.
So now straight Master Jerome stands poised to take ownership of his first three faggots. Soon he will have day-long worship sessions, with all three faggots servicing and worshiping every part of his body and giving him unending pleasure … all on command!
It’s simply the way Alphas were meant to live!
Master Jerome, you’re more than welcome to continue to use the site’s “Questions From Readers” inbox, but you can also write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com for more specialized, immediate advice!
Thank you, Master!
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Mika, a teenage faggot in Peru who bravely and successfully seduced a straight Alpha named Gael. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
There’s nothing terribly difficult about what I teach here regarding either submitting to a straight Alpha or taking ownership of a faggot. That’s not to say it’s easy – it’s not – but the mechanics of it have been in place since the beginning of human interaction. Hierarchy is so fundamental to everything we are that everyone responds in a primal way if those triggers are manipulated.
For faggots wishing to serve a straight Alpha, the first thing that must happen is a mind-shift. A faggot must recognize that it was born to serve superior Men, but also that superior Men were born to own them. Men have a definite need and desire to be worshiped and served, and once they understand that faggots offer that in abundance, they let go of the sexual stigma associated with faggots and instead embrace the glory of being worshiped.
It just takes bravery on the part of a faggot to begin that chain reaction.
Recently I’ve been answering questions and coaching a young faggot named Mika. He’s from Peru, he’s in school, and he wanted to serve a hot straight Alpha named Gael. You can read all of Mika’s questions by following the link above.
But now Mika has had an incredible breakthrough, so I’ve elevated his story to a proper thread on the site!
Listen to his incredible update:
Hi Sam!!! This is Mika from Peru and I’m so so happy
Remember what I told you about the trainee that work in my school? His name is Gael, by the way. This morning, thanks to our conversations here, I finally had courage enough to do what I need to do.
I was super nervous when I arrived at school to my class, but as soon as I saw him, I opened a big smile and asked how was his weekend. He said that he had a lot of work and didn’t have time to relax, then I don’t know what happened to me but I just said “well, I would love to help you relax, a Man like you deserve to relax” Of course he understood what I wanted, because he already asked a blowjob 3 times… 2 times as a joke, but the third time more serious. So he just told me that he would give me a ride after my classes were over.
As soon as I entered his car, he started to say that his girlfriend was really pretty, but she refused to cook for him, so he always needed to cook lunch and dinner after a long day at work. Then he went into sexual stuff and said that she doesn’t want to have sex before they get married. After complaining about his girlfriend for a while, he stopped at an empty parking lot a few blocks from my house and said “I really don’t understand why she does that with me. If you were my girl, would you treat me like that?”
Omg Sam, that moment was so crazy. I was so afraid of saying something stupid!! But I just said “if I was your girl, your stomach would be always full of good food, and your balls would be always empty, because that’s what you really deserve” I think that was a good thing to say because he smiled to me, then I asked if he was just joking when he asked for a blowjob. He said that he really respected me and didn’t want to hurt my feelings, but that since we have basically the same age he never saw me as a student, but as a sexy girl. Then he admitted that he was a virgin and never received a blowjob because his girlfriend only kisses him and nothing more.
I was still a little scared but I said that I never sucked a dick too and would love to learn sucking his. He looked around in the parking lot, and put his dick out and it was soooo hard. I was really confused at first because everything was so new, but I did what felt more right, and started to suck his dick while holding his balls and jerking him off. I was so nervous but so happy to be the first one suck his dick and he was the first dick that I put in my mouth. My mouth and jaw started to hurt but I wanted to make him proud and didn’t stop sucking. After some time, he just holded my hair and jerked off with the other hand. He was very sweet and told me that he could cum on the floor outside the car if I wasn’t ready to take it. But I just said “in my mouth please” and swallowed everything.
Omg Sam, this is so crazy… this morning I was just a virgin faggot now I sucked a big dick and swallowed my first load. I hope I did it well!! But he told me that he want to see me again, so I think I was a good boy for him. I would be so happy if he wanted to be with me as his boyfriend, but I don’t think he will leave his girl…
Thank you, Sam!! <3 I really love your site and am happy now
AMAZING!!!
This is literally all it takes! Just make yourself available and be eager to submit! Go in with the proper mindset – positive, joyful, and eager to serve in whatever way they need – and a straight Alpha will understand your purpose and use you!
I’m so proud of Mika for accomplishing this!
Now, I’m not sure if Alpha Gael will want to take on Mika as a “boyfriend” given the fact that he’s straight, but I’m sure he’d love to own Mika as his personal faggot! Especially if his girlfriend is that frigid and unloving!
I hope this post inspires other faggots out there to bravely submit to the Alphas in their lives!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Part of the thrill of knowing a God Alpha like Master Toople is the unexpected. For instance, his name waits in my X DMs like a sleeping Godzilla, only to appear every so often with an experience so jarring that I can barely get anything done the rest of the day.
Of course, I hear from a lot of powerful Alphas, with each powerful in their own way. Master Toople is powerful through the brutal application of raw physical power, unsympathetic aggression, and relentless stamina. He’s almost terrifying for a faggot like me. I liken knowing him to standing on the edge of a dark, yawning, bottomless chasm where one false move could lead to death.
Master Toople sent me a message a couple of days ago with yet another experience, but he added some perspective as well.
Always fun having multiple fags around. Brought home a gym slut, and my live-in slut is sucking on my toes and sniffing my feet while the gym slut chokes and gags himself on my cock. Both bred and plugged to keep my seed inside them.
For the fags and sluts I own and fuck on a regular basis, I use their names, usually a nickname. Example, my two live-in sluts, one is called Lil Josh, ironic because he’s the biggest of us, and the other is Matt Bag because I use him like a heavy bag. If I’m fucking and dominating someone new, they get called boy, fag, slut, bitch, etc. “Suck my cock with your pussy lips, muscle bitch” as an example.
Master Toople’s naming system seems appropriate given the vast number of faggots and betas he has subjugated, mounted, and bred. I imagine they are a vast, faceless horde of faggots with hollowed-out eyes craving Master’s huge, cum-spurting cock inside them again.
It’s just funny to me how Alphas tend to fall easily into similar mannerisms and conventions when owning and using faggots. I don’t know how that can be genetic, but it sure seems to be!
The following post is part of a thread following the continuing service of a faggot named James who has been serving a young straight Alpha for TEN YEARS. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I was pretty surprised when I heard the story of my brother James, a faggot cocksucker who has been serving a straight Alpha consistently for ten years.
Yes, TEN!
It was clear from James’s first post that his straight Alpha, like most straight Alphas who use faggots, is pretty insatiable sexually. This is most likely why straight Alphas turn to faggots for sex. They come to find out that faggots are also insatiable and talented at service/worship, and the sex itself satisfies their kinky taboo side.
Speaking of “kinky taboo side”, James wrote to me to tell me about plans his straight Master has been planning.
As you know, this straight Alpha has been using me for just about 10 years now… The great majority of the time, he uses my mouth and throat for his pleasure… As I explained before, when it’s been a while since the last time or he’s just extra horny, he fucks my other hole as well… But he’s always been into scenarios… He’s aways liked to send me videos in his text messages from time to time saying:”This is what I want I want from my faggot next time…Study the bitch who’s on her knees and learn her technique.”… He’s sent me a load of videos through the years showing women getting used roughly… He has me watch them and imagine myself in the main bitch’s place…
As far as those scenarios I mentioned in my article; Some time ago he sent me a catalog ad picturing a knitted full pink face mask with the words “Yes DADDY” on the forehead… I ordered it from Amazon as he told me to and I have it at home… His plan is to make a video and title it “My faggot” as soon as he decides where he wants to do it and has ample time to put together a proper short porn video as he said may involve retakes to get it right…
As for using others along with me for cock worship:… Two or three times he’s mentioned a fem boi faggot he used a couple of times that he’d like to use along with me to switch off sucking his cock and balls… The scene would end with him nutting in my throat while the fem boi squeezes his balls…
The girl I mentioned is his latest idea… He supposedly met a woman about 40 or so recently who’s a total cock slut for younger guys… He said he got with her twice so far and she’s totally into cock worship… He says he’s pretty damn sure she’ll have no problem teaming up with me to work for his nut and commence with me guiding his cock into her for a fucking finally …
I know he’s serious about all of these scenarios but they do require a certain amount or time and planning to reach fruition … I think that he’ll most likely do the “My faggot” video first because it’s the oldest idea of the three, it only requires me and I now have the mask he wanted me to wear… I have no idea which or the other two scenarios he might want to do first… Whichever or those two people he’s able to coordinate first would be the deciding factor as to if and/or when it might take place… He DOES have a penchant for acting out sex scenes he’s seen in videos or just in his mind… I mentioned before that he’s had me act out quite a few through the years… Whatever transpires, he assured me that I’ll always be his #1 faggot and I’ll be the bitch who ends up with his load every time.
It’s extraordinary, isn’t it? Straight Alphas just want obedience and worship and service, and when they discover that a faggot can give them those things to a superlative degree, they’re willing to ignore what they’re “supposed to do” in favor of what they MUST do. Society wants these greatest Men to stay in their lane as stereotypical straight Alphas and reinforce a generic, man-made paradigm.
But Hierarchy is the most basic and natural paradigm in all of human history. It supersedes everything else we imagine. And it doesn’t bend to the expectations of transitory generations.
The straight Alpha James serves ignores what he is supposed to do because the desires inside him crave something more, some deeper type of satisfaction. It’s a need, not just for physical pleasure, but also for a power that most other Men cannot comprehend.
And his faggot gives him the opportunity to have it!
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!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
You might remember the last update from Master Anthony and Fabien in which Master Anthony said that he wanted to reward his faggot for his excellent service during the intense orgies of the previous two weeks. I was curious about this (also impressed), but he didn’t give me any further details.
Then I received a breathless update from Fabien that provided more details:
I’m writing you a very quick little e-mail. This morning Anthony congratulated me on the orgies and told me we had a special bond. We shared a wonderful close moment while I sucked him on my knees. He promised to let me sleep on his bed at his feet tonight. I’m trembling with joy as I write to you.
I am exhausted, but my God and Master is very satisfied with me. All is perfectly well in my world!
I was quite surprised that Master Anthony wanted Fabien to sleep with him. Most straight Alphas don’t allow their faggots to sleep with them, and I can understand it to some degree.
But Master Anthony is no ordinary straight Alpha. He’s a powerful God Alpha who is also blessed with an emotional depth that allows him to lift up and comfort inferiors around him. So I wasn’t terribly surprised to read Master Anthony’s summary of what happened:
Yes, I indeed finally rewarded Fabien. This morning, I woke up much earlier than usual. I was thinking back with delight to the two orgies. When I walked out of my room, Fabien was in the living room, doing some domestic chore. He panicked and immediately threw himself at my feet. “Sorry, Master! I’m late for your breakfast! Forgive me!” I reassured him as he kissed and licked my toes fervently. “Don’t worry, I woke up early. I was thinking about the orgies. I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. Your loyalty and your devotion to me are matched only by your talent and your intelligence. Get up on your knees”. He obeyed, and looked at me with adoration. I stroked his head. “You’re a very, very good boy to me. I appreciate you.” He had tears in his eyes. He said in a trembling voice “Thank you, Master. You can’t know what it means to me. It’s so good to be your slave.”
He took care of my morning wood. This time, I did not aggressively face-fucked him like I usually do. I tenderly stroked his hair and looked him straight in the eyes the whole time as he sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. While he had my cock in his mouth and stared at me with his pleading and worshipful eyes, I talked to him. That’s when I told him: “You and I have a special bond. You make me happy. You’re a good boy. My good boy.” When I ejaculated in his mouth, my eyes in his, I really felt connected to him. I can’t really explain. It was as if our souls were bound together. The Superior Man and the inferior boy. The God and the slave.
So I had this impulse. “Tonight, you will sleep in my room. On my bed. At my feet. That will be your reward.” “Serving you is its own reward, my God!”. “I know that. But from now on, every time you deserve it, you’ll have extra time with your God, sleeping with me.” He burst into tears and got down on the floor, licked my feet and moaned “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” I felt so powerful, seeing this rather good-looking and masculine adult male, worshipping me so wholeheartedly. And I know that this is the life that awaits me.
I just love hearing Master Anthony wax poetic about his beloved faggot and the joys of faggot ownership! Straight Alphas should experience that kind of joy!
Then Master Anthony added more information:
I’ve allowed my house slave to sleep curled up at my feet for the last two nights. I saw how ecstatic he was about it! And I loved it myself. Having an inferior literally at my feet all night is an incredibly empowering feeling. And having him available to fuck in the middle of the night in case of trouble sleeping isn’t bad either!
Yesterday morning, I woke up to the familiar sensation of his tongue on my toes. This morning, he woke me up by sucking my cock.
Tonight, he’ll return to the kitchen. I don’t want to spoil him too much! I want to keep him motivated to excel in order to deserve my small favors. But I trust him to convince me to let him sleep with me again. Maybe sometimes, instead of letting him sleep on my bed, I’ll let him sleep on the floor in my room. Maybe in a dog bed!
Isn’t that great?
One terrific side effect of faggot ownership for Master Anthony is he’s been able to become a mentor for other Alphas in his Alpha Pack, particularly his best friend Master Henri. All of the things Master Anthony learns through the use of his faggot Fabien he passes on to Master Henri and his faggot Clement.
Henri and I are closer than ever now that we’re enjoying the slaves together. Our brotherly friendship is truly strengthened by this shared experience of domination! He has the highest respect for my leadership and I’m very grateful for his loyalty. We have precisely discussed the importance of being firm but gentle with our stooges. I advised him to know how to reward Clément with some praise and appreciation signs when he deserves it, to motivate him to excel and serve his master well. I told him “Remember: Clément is just a nice part of your life, but you are everything to him. A little from you means a hell of a lot to him!” Henri agreed to follow me advice. “You always knew better,” he said. I like to know that my brothers acknowledge my worth! I love to be me!
There have been many Protector Alphas who have graced my life, but nobody is quite like Master Anthony. I worship and honor his great natural power, but I adore his joyful enthusiasm and gracious benevolence.
He is all things; a lover of women, a King of faggots, and a God Alpha over all!
