Master Pitter (@flav66612 on X) understands that his faggots need time to worship and meditate on their purpose and his ownership while scent training.

It’s such an easy way to maintain subspace in your stable faggots!

HierarchyIsLaw

This faggot is an appalling example of disobedience. When an Alpha gives a direct order – particularly one involving his own body – he needs to be respected and obeyed.

Disgusting … but I admire the hunger.

I’m a straight, married 29 year old alpha, and I recently found your site. Even though I’m straight, I’ve been using gay guys for years since they can take a much more intense and brutal fucking than any of my girlfriends ever could. However, I HATE it when a fag’s little dick gets hard when I’m fucking it. It’s such a turn off. I tried a cock cage once, but didn’t really like seeing that down there either, and also I don’t use my fags very regularly. It’s more just a hookup every now and then. It can be a few days between or even several months, and they know not to contact me in between, so I can’t be managing its chastity.

Any ideas on how to instruct them to keep their dicks soft? Or maybe I need to punish them when they don’t, but I’m worried the little fuckers will enjoy that and only make the problem worse.

Master, thank you for writing to me! It’s always wonderful when I meet powerful straight Alphas like you who understand the upper-echelon of Hierarchical power that faggot ownership unlocks! 

First of all, congratulations on your ownership and use of faggots, Master! I’d love to hear more about that if you ever have the time to write me. All God and Apex Alphas should be celebrated, because through the exercise of your power and dominance you change lives and give fulfillment and purpose to inferiors everywhere! My email is hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com.

I also want to congratulate you on correctly identifying the problem with disciplining faggots with more violence and pain. You’re absolutely right – most faggots would only get more turned on by that method. It’s a mistake I see so many Alphas make with their faggots. It really shows me that you are an insightful Master. Your faggots are lucky to be owned by you, Master!  

There are really only two solutions to your issue, Master, but you might not like either of them. First and foremost, chastity is going to solve the problem. I don’t know how much you need to monitor that once it’s locked in place. And there are colors available (like pink) that might be more humorous than irritating. 

The reason why I am an advocate of chastity (especially in this instance) is because it blunts the faggot’s ability to masturbate, which then lowers its libido. Ultimately I think that goal is more important to you than whether the faggot wears a chastity cage given your general disinterest in it.

The second method involves focused, intensive training designed to make the faggot despise its penis so much that it becomes disgusted by it. This is something I did to myself, actually, which has resulted in an eight-year stretch of no masturbation or orgasms (and also led me to self-lock four years ago). It’s possible for faggots to do this, too, but most of them don’t view Hierarchy as intensely important as I do. 

But given what you said about not wanting to get too bogged down by your faggots, this second option is probably more headache burden than you really want to handle. 

Master, I do very much thank you for writing to me. I do hope I gave you some help! Please let me know if you need anything else! Thank you!  

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

This is absolutely brutal use and abuse, but there’s no better way to brainwash a fagg0t into absolute obedience and service. #HierarchyIsLaw #HierarchyIsTruth

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a British faggot named Benjamin who successfully used my “Letter To An Alpha” to submit to his straight Alpha friend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

My fag brother Benjamin stunned me with his previous email that detailed his use of my “Letter To An Alpha” to come out as a faggot to his straight Alpha friend as they were on their way to a cabin for a getaway. The response of his Alpha friend to this new information was quite immediate and powerful, and it led to some interesting first few days together in that cabin.

Now Benjamin has written a follow-up email detailing the second-half of their cabin stay, and beyond. It gets wilder from here:

To pick up where I left off, the rest of our time in the cabin was a comfortable (for him especially) routine of service and submission. I cooked, cleaned and managed everything while Master relaxed, ate, drank and did whatever he wanted. There were only 2 other instances where our usual routine was broken.

The first came on the 6th night of 9. Master took an empty bottle out of the waste bin, and took it with him into the bathroom. As a fag, even my brain was able to process what he was doing, and I immediately got very excited that he was about to permit me to drink his Alpha piss, even as I was disappointed that I could not drink from the tap in service brother. He emerged about 5 mins later with what must have been around a litre (half a coke bottle!) which he proceeded to place into the freezer. I will admit I was confused brother, but I did not question Master and his infinite wisdom. Close to an hour (I think) later, he ordered me to retrieve the bottle and kneel in between his feet on the sofa. Master told me this was my first test. I had 1 minute to drink the entire bottle. Any spillage and I would be out. And left in the bottle and I would be out. Seeing as my only option to become his personal fag was to down it all, I went for it. Ice cold piss, even from an Alpha, is not easy to chug down Brother. This fag had to power through brain freeze, and suppress it’s gag reflex to such a bitter, strong taste, to take it all in. I managed with a few seconds left, but had to curl up on the floor at his feet for a minute afterwards until the brain freeze had subsided. In this time I vaguely remember the sound of Master laughing and the feel of his boots sole on my cheek. But I passed Brother, and that is what matters.

On the second to last night, the other test occurred. Master complained in the morning that his balls were full. This set off fireworks in my fag brain. Was I to be able to serve him sexually that night. No was the answer. But he did let me contribute. I was to spend time on Masters hookup apps finding a lady who met his criteria, and organising her coming to the cabin, fucking him, and leaving. I was to pretend to be Sir in this time and I was very successful. I found a 26yo who met Masters physical requirements and matched his kinks closely, and she was set to visit at 7pm. He was pleased, and told me he had made arrangements for me while he was busy. I was to curl up in Masters suitcase, which he then packed with a week and a half’s worth of his dirty washing, mainly underwear and t-shirts from his morning runs. It was fag heaven. I was told that he would be placing the suitcase under the bed. And sound, movement or anything which interrupted his fun, and I would fail my probation. And that is how I spent 3 hours in a suitcase under a bed hearing the ecstasy of a woman being fucked by an Alpha God. The combination of smells, sounds and the slight rhythmic pressure I could sometimes feel from above had me leaking the entire time. Eventually, he pulled the suitcase out and released me again. He did not say I had failed, or done well, only to pack his stuff ready to leave the next day. I will confess brother that in that moment, while packing his belongings, I had one moment of weakness. I searched Masters room high and low for any sign of a used condom, but I found nothing brother. In hindsight it was stupid to think a God would use one, and even if he had, I would not have deserved it, but his constant domination across the weak fried my fag brain.

The next day I drove us home, which was pleasant. Master was behaving almost as he had before, but still calling me fag. He said he had enjoyed the holiday and was already talking about doing it again. I dropped him home and he ordered me to be there again the next morning for his housework. That has become a weekly thing now. I do a week of work, and my Sundays are now spent cleaning Masters entire house, doing his meal prep for the week and if I am lucky a full foot clean and massage while he watches the game. I enjoy spending time with him, and he is very complimentary about the job I do on his house and his feet when I am privileged to do so.

Lastly, we are already planning another trip. As of this week he has found a different cabin, 2 bedroom, with a hottub that he would like. It would cost me about £2000, which is worth it for Master. And I can’t help but hope, given the timescale, that it is meant to be around the time when I pass my probation and become his full fledged personal faggot.

Can you believe this?? I find this experience to be truly amazing!

First and foremost, it never fails to shock me how rapidly purely straight Men adapt to faggot ownership. Years ago when I started the site that eventually became this monster I was constantly harassed by people who mistakenly insisted that straight Men would never do anything with a faggot. Clearly I (and others) have collected so much proof that they do that it’s irrefutable.

Benjamin’s story also serves to remind us to stop projecting our own needs and hopes onto our Alpha, but rather we should serve regardless of how he demands. There were multiple moments where Benjamin hoped for something (like drinking Master’s fresh piss, or sucking his dick) that didn’t happen. Disappointment in that can lead us to resentment or anger, but Benjamin rolled with it nicely!

And finally, Benjamin’s story reinforces something I’ve said forever, namely, that you cannot retain a friendship with an Alpha once you become his faggot. Before this trip, Benjamin was a close friend of this Alpha, close enough to be someone he’d want to hang with on a cabin vacation. But in just the space of a few minutes, really, Benjamin became this Alpha’s faggot, his toy, his slave … and not his friend.

And that friendship is gone for good.

Instead of being his friend, Benjamin became the faggot stuffed in a suitcase under the bed who was forced to listen to his Master do what he cannot: fuck and breed a woman! It’s something like what my second straight Master did to me that I call The Nuclear Option in that it totally realigns a faggot’s brain and makes it more obedient. I honestly always thought my Master made that up and I was the only faggot who ever suffered through it, but I’ve encountered it so many times now I’m starting to believe there is some kind of straight Alpha playbook floating around!

Or, perhaps, it’s just simply Hierarchical truth!

I thank Benjamin for sharing his thrilling experience of submission and service to this powerful Alpha Master! I have no doubt more is coming!

Hierarchy 266 – Trust Your Master!

Let go of your fear and trust that your Master wants to improve you!

SITE: https://hierarchypodcast.com/hierarchy-266-trust-your-master/

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Anybody who thinks Master @SUCKNIK0 is “toxic” for treating his faggot this way doesn’t understand the needs of a faggot, or the needs of a God Alpha like him.

What Master Niko is giving it is PURPOSE. Every faggot on Earth would crawl across ten miles of broken glass for this.

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!

So Master Steve, in the process of punishing his faggot Mike, put Mike into chastity but then added a new wrinkle: he wanted Mike to find him a faggot to use during the two weeks of ordered chastity (because, of course, a Master shouldn’t need to go without just because the fag is being punished).

That’s a rough demand!

Here’s what happened after Mike found a fag friend named Jacob:

Just wanted to give you an update.  This week has had a lot of stressful moments, but also so realizations.

On Tuesday night, my ex Jacob, who ironically was my bottom, went to service Master Steve, that’s something I was asked to arranged as a punishment.     Although I was not happy about this, I did it first and foremost to prove my loyalty to Master Steve.  I also knew this would not impact Jacob and I relationship.  I fully came clean to Jacob about me being a faggot and ask him to do this as a favor.

Afterwards, Jacob called me.  I asked him to give me all the details as I would not be mad or upset.  I had to accept my punishment. He told me that Steve talked about me the whole night and Jacob told me how lucky I was to have him.

While I’m sure it was difficult for Mike to know his Master was fucking one of his friends, I’m also sure Jacob’s report made him feel a bit better.

But then Master Mike had another surprise.

Steve asked me to come over on Thursday night, which is something he normally doesn’t do. When I got there, he wanted me to be open and honest about how I was feeling being in chastity for almost one week.  I was truthful with him and told him that I was extremely frustrated but I was willing to do what I need in order to please him.  I also talked with him about I am seeing there’s is also an emotional and psychological component being in a chastity.  He was happy to hear all of this and agreed that the overall goal is to make me more focused on his sexual desires rather than mine, and to overall start feeling more submissive around him and his Alpha friends.  Obedience is the ultimate goal.

He asked me to strip naked so he could see my cage, I was training beyond belief.  My balls were hurting because the ring was pulling out so far.  He raised his arm and told me to smell his pits, it was intoxicating and then he began to jerk off.  When he came, he blew his load on my cage.  He said just so you know I’ve just marked my territory. 

He told me to get dressed and for me to let the cum dry on my cage.

I told him Thank You Sir for marking me as yours.  He said don’t ever fuck up again, understand.  He said he’s also excited to see how I’m gonna make this up to him.

I have no idea what to expect this weekend.  

I love love love what Master Steve did with Mike here. It’s almost a form of aftercare. First, he sincerely wanted to know how the discipline was transforming his faggot, and Mike’s incredibly humble and honest answer clearly moved Master Steve.

And here I just want to emphasize to all of the faggots reading this: always be honest with your Masters! They are very sharp and they can detect disingenuousness or outright lying. And if you are honest, your Master will better know how to guide you!

Then Master Steve does something brilliant: he scent trains Mike on his armpit while jacking off onto his faggot’s locked nub. This is serious mind-fucking used to reinforce Hierarchical standing and purpose. It shows me that Master Steve knows what he’s doing!

I’m pretty excited to hear what happens this weekend! My main question: will Master Steve choose to release his faggot from his cage? We shall see!

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!

When we last heard from Mike, the older faggot of a powerful younger Alpha named Steve, Mike had made a disastrous choice that caused Master Steve to lock him in chastity for two weeks. Mike was devastated, but resigned to his fate since he was given a choice and he chose wrong.

But just because Master Steve is punishing Mike, that doesn’t mean Mike doesn’t still need to continue to serve. And that’s exactly what Mike has been doing:

After sending you the message yesterday,  as I was cleaning his house and laundry, I started to do a lot of thinking about his and I relationship and how it’s evolved into this.

But Saturday, I cleaned his house washed and folded his laundry.  This was actually the first time I ever did his laundry.  I assume this will be part of my new chores. I even went to the store and made his favorite, my chicken salad, which he always says is the best.  He normally likes it in refrigerator to snack on.  I guess this was my way of saying I’m sorry, because he always says words mean nothing but actions mean everything.  

He got home late as he said he would.  When he finally came to bed.  He did put his arm around me and I could smell the chicken salad on his breath.  That made me happy.

But to be honest, I didn’t sleep very well, I kept straining all night in my cage.  I don’t know how I’m going to get adjusted to this.   And pissing is almost impossible without making a mess.

Sunday was overall a good day,  everything was almost normal.  Except for I was constantly thinking about my cage.  Just before I was leaving at 3 o’clock he asked me to come into the living room.   He asked me to hand him my phone and unlock it, I did.  He opened up my Grindr app, and kinda scroll through it a second.  He asked me do I think it was appropriate for me to have this app on the phone talking to other guys since I had him.  I knew immediately what he wanted.  I said no it wasn’t and I’m very sorry I have it.  He handed me the phone back and said well you know what to do.  He watched as I deleted my account, data and app.  He said let’s make this clear, going forward he’s the only that can play with whoever and whenever.  And I will never have sex with anyone else but him, unless he approves or asks.  He said are we clear on this?  I said yes, sir.

What he did next actually kind of shocked me.  He took the keys to the chastity device and hung them the same place we keep our car keys.  He said remember what I told you always have free will to do what you want.  

We live about an hour and a half apart, that afternoon when I was leaving to go back home, he gave me a hug and kiss and said thanks for the chicken salad by the way.  I just smiled.

On the way home, I was thinking of how I could make up to him for choosing this option.

That really shows the kindness within Master Steve, a god-like quality of benevolence toward an inferior.

However, Master Steve then changed the stakes the next day:

WOW!!! That’s an incredible assignment! It’s also a tough one, a variation of The Nuclear Option method of punishment I’m always talking about!

Will Mike be able to find a faggot friend to service Master Steve? And how will it impact their relationship? Stay tuned!

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!

A couple of days ago I published this post about an ultimatum Master Steve gave to his new faggot Mike. The ultimatum involved two choices that Master Steve presented to Mike and told him to choose his destiny:

1. the first option was Master Steve would cage Mike in private. Mike would remain locked for two weeks, but during those two weeks he would not have sex with Mike. Mike would only be allowed to watch Master Steve have sex with other fags.

2. The second option would be Master Steve hosting a caging party; he would invite his three closest friends, Mike could make it public knowledge to them that he was Master Steve’s fag, and that Mike was wanting to be locked.  He would lock Mike in front of them.  And then Mike could serve them drinks that night.  After they left, he said he would allow Mike to drink his piss and fuck and breed him every time they were together over the next two weeks.

In that post I made it very clear that I was recommending the second option. I felt it was obvious what Master Steve really wanted his faggot to choose. I believed Master Steve wanted to show off his new, obedient faggot to his Alpha brothers, cage it in front of them so they could admire it, and then spend two glorious weeks breeding it like a King. After all, that’s the glorification all Alphas want.

Sadly, Mike allowed his ego to get in the way, and he chose the wrong option. I’ll let him tell it.

It was an emotional night.  I feel exhausted.  

I hadn’t heard from him since he hung up on me Friday, so I showed up at his house around 6 PM like usual. He was on the couch, feet up on the coffee table in long socks, playing video games, acting like nothing had happened. I was nervous, waiting for him to say something first. He just asked how my day was, like everything was normal. It caught me off guard.

I asked why he hadn’t messaged me back. He said there was no reason to there was nothing to discuss. I tried to bring up our options again, but he just said no.

Then he told me I had free will to make my own choices, but his needs would always come first. He said sometimes he’d push me, challenge me, guide me where he thought was best for my growth. Other times, like now, he’d let me decide so I could have a stake in the relationship. But choices always come with rewards and consequences. Then, just like that, he went back to his game.

I stood there quietly, then started telling him about my conversation with you and the advice you gave. He cut me off, saying he didn’t care for what you faggots talk about and that at the end of the day, I was going to have to live with the consequences, not anyone else. But then he added that if I were smart, I’d start taking advice from someone.  The choice I made was selfish on my part, all I thought about was me.  He said I keep forgetting his needs and priorities are always first.  He said you think this was the easy way out, but trust me it was the harder way, but you will soon find out.

I was speechless. Then he said, Enough of this. Get me something to drink.

As I turned to head to the kitchen, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see Gary, someone I couldn’t stand. The kind of fag who’s always trying to get into someone else’s boyfriend’s pants. Before I could say anything, he asked if Steve was home.

Steve must’ve overheard because he called out, Yeah, let Gary in.

At this point in time, Master Steve stood up pulled his dick out of his sweatpants, and said come here, Gary you fucking fag, suck my dick.  Of course Gary got on his knee and started sucking his dick.  At this point time Master Steve looked at me and just simply said I thought you were getting me something to drink.  I was completely speechless.  I was fuming mad, but went in there and got him something to drink.  I handed Master Steve the drink.  And he said watch how good this faggot does.  In typical Master Steve style, just before he was going to cum he told Gary to open up his mouth and stick out his tongue.  He began to blow his load in his mouth and some landed on his cheek.  He took his cock, rubbed it on his cheek, told him to swallow his load and clean off his cock.  He did and then he told him to open his mouth, he cleared his throat and spit in his mouth.  He just said OK faggot it’s time for you to go.  Gary being the piece of shit could tell I was mad, he just simply looked at me and said bye sweetie.  Of course I wanted to scream.

Master Steve said damn he gave a good blow job, I may have to fuck him one day.    He said OK it’s time for us to go take a shower and get dressed to go to dinner.

He didn’t really act mad at me, but things felt off.  I kept replaying what had happened in my mind. I was upset and jealous.  But I knew I only have myself to blame.

That night we went to bed as usual.  When I woke up the next morning to make his breakfast, as I started to get out of bed he woke up at the same time and said oh btw here put this on.  It was the Chastity, I thought he might have forgotten.  It was much tighter fitting than I had imagined.  The feel wasn’t as bad as I expected, but I’m sure it’s going to be worse over the next few hours and days.

When I brought him the breakfast, I noticed he was up reading his phone.  I kneeled like I normally do after I put his food on the table.  And he said, could you just hand it to me in bed?  I ask him did he need to relieve himself and he said no pissed in the toilet already.   He said don’t forget I’m cut off of piss, dicks, and loads two weeks.  So don’t ask again.  I was crushed.

We went about our morning routines and then he said he was going to be out for the rest of the day. He said straighten up this place it’s a mess and do the laundry.  And don’t wait up for him tonight.

To be honest, I have so many thoughts going on right now.  Why am I allowing this?  What’s he out doing and who is he doing?  Am I being truly selfish as he said?  Why does he want me caged and why is so important to cage me in front of his friends?  Should I text him to come home and talk?  Do I need to set some ground rules for our relationship? Do i simply go home?  So many thoughts, I just feel drained and so frustrated already in this cage.  

Now, Mike made the wrong choice for sure. Master Steve was clearly upset that his faggot didn’t get the point of the exercise, and even though he got good service from another faggot, it’s still not as satisfying as what he wanted to happen.

But how about that last paragraph???

That last paragraph is a CATASTROPHE of faulty faggot thinking! Every wrong impulse is crammed into it, and if Mike were to do any of those things, Master Steve would cut him off at the knees and dump him out along the side of the road.

So instead of that happening, I did that for Master Steve. I lacerated Mike in a long email, screaming through text that faggots don’t make demands or ultimatums or threats to an Alpha. Faggots don’t have the right to become indignant and demand special treatment. Mike is a FAGGOT, not a lover, partner, or even a friend.

I don’t know if Mike did anything stupid, because I haven’t heard back from him after I pulverized him. Hopefully he learned a lesson, but I’m not optimistic.

I do think Mike is handicapped because he was once a Top. This has conditioned him to expect certain treatment that he’s no longer entitled to as the property of an Alpha.

ALL FAGGOTS, RE-READ THAT AWFUL PARAGRAPH! LEARN FROM IT!

This Master checked in on his faggot after it came home late, and apparently it broke Master’s rules about partying.

Now there are plenty of ways the Master could correct the faggot’s behavior, and I’m sure many of my faggot readers would come up with creative ways to punish it.

But this Master chose to give it dick.

In my philosophy, training faggots off of bad behavior involves DENYING THEM WHAT THEY WANT. In other words, DICK.

In the end, a Master will choose what’s appropriate and what works with each of his faggots.

If the ownership of faggots is ever going to be accepted by an insecure, misinformed general population, it’s going to be due to young straight Alphas actually taking their faggots out in public and using them.

Only through demonstrations of such blatant power will there ever be a sea-change in understanding of Hierarchy as ultimate truth.

Leading the charge in this is an incredibly powerful young Alpha named @masterdiaz69 on X. The first six videos above feature Master Diaz using his faggots in public places.

And notice the reaction of people as they pass! The young Men are mesmerized by the sight of Master Diaz having his feet kissed or leading a fag around on a leash!

Intrinsically people know this is the way things are supposed to be.

The world will catch up eventually!

HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

Hello, thanks for offering this forum for us faggots to learn and grow.

I am a 53 year old faggot, I am a former top, not alpha, but typical attractive daddy bear. My young Alpha, 31 years old, Alpha Steve , that I have been serving for a year and a half, had me completely wrapped around his finger.  I was trained that on Saturday and Sunday mornings when we were together, I was to always wake up before him, go make his favorite breakfast and put breakfast on the small table beside his bed.  I would kiss him on cheek and tell him Good Morning Sir and kneel on the floor.  Once he was ready to get up he would always stand and pick up the orange juice and drink some, not even focusing on me.  He would clear his throat, and I was to open my mouth and receive.  I would always say thank you Sir.  He would finish his glass, put it down and pull out his dick.  I was let him rest his cock head in my mouth, not to close and drink his piss. He would sometimes clear his throat and spit again. And of course I would say thank you Sir.  He would eat his breakfast while I kneeled looking at floor.  Once he was done he would tell me to clean up his mess. Yes Sir.  I was never reminded of this this was simply a standard.

One weekend he had his best friend from college stay with us for his Birthday.  They had went out that night drinking, came home late.  I made sure I went ahead and serve breakfast at the normal time, knowing I could always remake if it got cold.  As I came in the bedroom, I put the food on the table, gave him his kiss and said good morning Sir.  I kneel probably an extra five minutes longer than normal and he finally woke up.  He Took a sip of his orange juice, cleared his throat, spit in my mouth and finished drinking his juice.  Open my mouth and the latest cock on my tongue, He warned me that his bladder was extra full, so be prepared. As he started pissing, he said something to me that caught me off guard.  He said don’t forget today’s Randall‘s birthday, And since you didn’t buy him Anything, After you’re done drinking my piss, I want you to go in his room kiss him on the cheek and tell him happy birthday.  I want you then to tell him you want to be his urinal And then you wanna suck his dick.  I didn’t know what to say because all this was being said while he was pissing down my throat.  Has he finished pissing down my throat he said go take care of Randall while I eat.  Once you’re done, come clean up this mess.  I simply said Yes Sir and left.

Part of me wanted to say no, But I felt like I needed to do what he said.  I ended up drinking Randall’s piss as well, giving him a blow job and swallowing his cum.  I told him Thank You Sir when I left.   

My question is, did my Alpha have the right to ask me to do this, or was this unfair?

Thank you for the experience and the question, brother! 

I see that you still have some resistance left over from your time as a Top! You had a reaction to being pushed deeper into submission that I find interesting. Does it say anything in particular … I’m not sure. I think it’s natural for males like you (and a past like yours) to have residual male pride. 

But you’re now owned by an Alpha who has broken you down and clearly sees you for what you are. He also seems to have a plan for your development as a faggot. This is important. There is nothing better for any faggot than to be owned by an Alpha who knows what he’s doing and is capable of guiding the process of sculpting a faggot into a perfect servant. Far too many faggots rebel at this stage, mainly because they fail to appreciate the strong, guiding hand of a true Master.

I must commend you, brother. Even though you chafed at your Master’s orders, you still obeyed. And that’s really the key thing your Master was trying to train into you. You must understand that he’s improving you, refining you. GO WITH IT. When you see what he’s doing, your awe and worship of him will increase. 

But to answer your question directly: yes, your Alpha and Master had every right to order you to tell you to do that. He owns you … and you are his property. But I think you’re learning that already.

Good! 

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I discovered chastity in high school and was intrigued with it from the first time I saw it. I grew up as what you would call a typical  “jock.” Captain of the football and baseball teams. I was always hanging with the most alpha guys in my school. I always felt submissive around them and knew I was gay but hadn’t learned about the hierarchy yet. After going to college I was caged by an alpha and from the first time I locked up I knew I was meant to be in a cage. My nub was never really big and was something I was always embarrassed about when hanging around the guys or being in locker rooms. Until chastity. I love how I look and feel when caged. I started pretty small got a cheap cobra nub knock off from amazon and then sized down pretty quickly to a steel nub. I would wear it to team meetings and things and would love how horny I’d get when in the presence of alphas while being caged. I would go through spurts of being caged and unlocking but always ended up back in a cage. Since I stop denying my place in the hierarchy I’ve been a lot happier. My goal now is to find a real alpha to serve and take ownership of me and try and stay locked more days in 2025 than not. Your content was instrumental in me realizing my place is to serve and obey real men. I wish I knew earlier as I would have offered myself to some of the straight alphas I hung out with. Thank you for all you do. Hierarchy is truth!

My brother, what an amazing testimony you’ve left here! Thank you so much for sharing your truth! 

Regret is a terrible heartache, isn’t it? However, we can make ourselves forget it by embracing our truth and purpose and learning to live in it! And that’s exactly what you’re doing now, and I applaud you!

I think it’s a great thing that you’re self-locking. This helps us to take responsibility for our own faghood, and we start our chastity journey, not because of the demands of an Alpha, but because WE KNOW IT’S THE RIGHT THING TO DO. That changes everything, honestly.  

I don’t know how old you are and if these memories are in the distant past or just a few years ago, but if it’s fairly recently these Alpha teammates could be re-contacted and thanked for helping you realize you’re a faggot. This could lead to some excellent outcomes. Just a suggestion. You just never know what Alphas on the team were thinking about breeding you and were too afraid to do anything about it. 

Anyway, I’m so proud of you, and I thank you endlessly for sharing this! I love you!  

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The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There are many extremely dominant and powerful straight Alphas in the world. Sadly, many of them pass on the possibility of attaining true power through the ownership of faggots because of their disgust of faggots in general and the homophobic stigma that comes with it.

But some straight Alphas are too powerful to allow the petty insecurities of inferior males to keep them from receiving all of the worship and service they know they deserve. I’ve been blessed to know some of these greatest Alphas, and I’ve been able to chronicle them online as well.

I call them God Alphas, for they are Lord and Master over all.

When my dear brother Kevin began telling me about his former friend Master Kenzo, he seemed to be perfect in every way. I held back my excitement, though, because I know how faggots sometimes hyperventilate over Men and oversell them.

But I’ve recently been in communication with Master Kenzo as well as Kevin, and I can tell you he is every bit the God Alpha Kevin described. Maybe more powerful than Kevin or I ever imagined.

To recap: Master Kenzo is a purely straight Alpha in his early twenties who is married to a gorgeous female named Sarah, and they have two beautiful little boys. Master grew up knowing Kevin, a slightly older faggot. However, recently Kevin (with an assist from me) admitted to Master Kenzo that he was a faggot, and Master Kenzo seized the opportunity to own Kevin as his personal property. Honestly, it happened so quickly and naturally that it still shocks me.

But here’s a secret: faggot ownership unlocks new levels of power within a straight Alpha. Once a straight Alpha feels the rush that comes from having another male totally submit himself and serve him selflessly, he suddenly realizes that he can have anything he wants. He starts to see the world the way only the most powerful and elite Kings see it. From that point, he ascends and transforms into a being of pure and radiant power. He realizes that nothing – NOTHING – can stop him or resist him.

At that point, a God Alpha like Kenzo makes the impossible possible.

Here’s a story Master Kenzo just told me that illustrates my point. You see, like almost all Alphas, Master Kenzo has multiple females he fucks besides Lady Sarah (and Kevin). He has a primary side-chick who serves as his most convenient cum dump. But now that Master Kenzo has ascended, his power needs have grown exponentially, and it’s changing everything in his life rapidly.

Notice the latest change:

The chick is a booty call I met at the gym a few years ago. She’s not as sweet nor as smart as My beloved lady Sarah and she’s not partner or mother material, but she’s still very hot. So I love to fuck her from time to time, and I enjoy being tougher with her than with Sarah.

A year ago or so, while we were in bed and she was resting on My chest, she tried to seduce Me and suggest to Me that I should consider dumping Sarah and settle with her instead. I was furious. I put her in her place by crushing her head with My foot while I fucked her. I said “you’ll never disrespect my beloved Sarah again! Know your place, bitch” She begged for My mercy. Since then, she has always remembered her place.

Recently, while we were cuddling in bed, My lady Sarah mentioned that she would like to have a maidservant of her own, a girl she could order around. She’s an obedient and loving partner and great mother for My sons, so I wanted to reward her. I realized that my main side chick was the best candidate for the position.

So I went to her place last weekend. She began to undress but I told her that, before I ever fuck her again, she was going to submit to My lady and be my family’s domestic slave girl as well as my sexual slave. She fell on her knees and began to cry. She said “You want me to serve her? At your place?” I sternly answered “Either that, or you’ll never see me again”. With tears in her eyes, she moved towards me on all fours and started to unzip my pants. I stopped her by grabbing her wrists. “Please! I want it so badly! I can’t live without You!” she said, but I replied angrily “So, what are you going to do?”. And she broke into tears “I’ll be your family’s slave, Master! Please, don’t leave me, please! I’m begging you!”. “That’s a good girl” I said, before face-fucking her.

That night, she slept in Kevin’s basket in our bedroom. She kissed our feet while we were making love, and then I fucked her on the floor while Sarah was resting on the bed. The morning after, she learned her new duties to My lady as her maidservant and I informed Kevin of my new slave’s arrival in My stable.

Incredible!

What I find particularly interesting is how Master Kenzo’s ascension to God Alpha-levels of power has affected his Lady, Sarah. She was already remarkably understanding of Master Kenzo’s needs as an Alpha, but now that Master Kenzo has taken ownership of a faggot she wants a slave, too. She’s feeding off of the power and direction of her God Alpha Owner.

Master Kenzo demonstrates what can be achieved when a completely secure and powerful straight Alpha takes ownership, not just of faggots, but also his own Alphahood. Essentially, he can truly create any life he chooses, become whatever he chooses to be, and take ownership of everything and everyone he wants.

He can build a Kingdom. He can become a King.

Master Kenzo is that King!

The purpose of a faggot is to please its Alpha.

Every Alpha has different needs. Some just want domestic service. Some need an abuse object. Some need to humiliate. Some need sexual relief.

A Master like @ChillDom360 knows how to fully use his faggot!

There are few Masters as rough with faggots as Master Niko (@sucknik0 on X). He summarizes his perspective clearly:

Some Alphas need to use faggots this way, and it’s our job as faggots to endure it and build appreciation for our role in this. It’s what we were born to do, just as he is doing what he was born to do!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sir, yes Sir. Thank you, Master.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gladly, Sir.”

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

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

“Any question, boy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Listen to how Fabien ended his latest update:

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

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

Hi Sam, nice to met you

I am 30 and my boyfriend is very submissive. He is 21, nice and smooth twink, the bottom that any Alpha would love to breed. The problem is: we are together for 1 year and every time I fuck him he tries to make me suck his dick. I hate doing this but because he’s a good boy and I love him I tried to do it a few times. Every time I get close to his dick or balls it feels horrible. I literally want to throw up just to feel the tip of his dick on my tongue. My body automatically rejects it. He says that he can bottom for longer periods if I suck him because he relaxes more, but I do hate doing it. I don’t like rim either but it’s 100x better than sucking dick.

He likes your content, so can you please tell him that I don’t need to suck his dick to be a good Alpha and Master? Or do you think I’m wrong?

Master, thank you for writing to me! I’m glad you’ve found a faggot that (mostly) makes you happy!

I was so disappointed to read how your faggot still thinks it deserves to be serviced and pleased like a Man, or that it has a say or the right to ask anything like that of you. I’m sorry to have to say this, but the responsibility for this rests squarely on you, Master. You didn’t set  boundaries and enforce them when you first took possession of it, and now your faggot has developed bad habits.

The first few months of an Alpha’s ownership of a faggot (particularly young/inexperienced ones) are critical for establishing boundaries and expectations. I know a lot of Alphas think of faggots as just stupid fuck-holes, but they can be quite manipulative. What started off as sweetly suggested requests has morphed into you regularly putting a fag’s dick in your mouth so you can please it. I mean, who’s running this arrangement now, Master?

You need to firmly put a stop to this immediately. First thing to do: put the faggot in chastity and keep it there. If the faggot protests or whines/cries about it, then put it on its knees and explain that this is how it will serve you from now on, and explain that it is free to leave if it will not submit. 

I also recommend some scent training along with call/response mindfucking so that you retrain these bad habits out of your faggot. Put it on its knees and make it spend time kissing your feet, deeply inhaling the musk of your cock/balls. While doing this, ask the faggot “what are you?” and “whose faggot are you?” Then make it suck your dick, all the while telling it, “you were born to suck my dick, right? (yes) Was I born to suck yours, faggot? (no)”. Repeat this process often until you see improvement. I’d also add domestic chores to this faggot in order to get its mind off of sexual service and onto becoming a more well-rounded property for you.

I’m grateful that you wrote to me Master. I hope this helps a little bit. Once the faggot has been corrected, perhaps you can start giving it some privileges as a gift from your heart, since you clearly are quite generous. But now is not the time to be soft with this errant faggot, Master. You need to be strong-willed and determined. In the end, the faggot will be much better for it, and you’ll be able to sleep without the taste of fag dick in your mouth (yuck). Thank you, Master!   

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A couple of days ago a faggot who was contemplating chastity asked me about what it was like day-to-day while wearing a chastity cage. I felt that such a subject was worthy of a larger and more developed post, especially given how much I’ve been preaching the use of chastity on faggots.

I’ve never been caged by a Master before (I self-locked in 2001), but the faggots I’ve coached through being caged by an Alpha went through a broad range of emotions. There’s a first rush of humility and gratitude, mixed with anxiety. Over the course of a couple of weeks, anxiety increases, along with a growing resistance and rebellion against the cage.

This process is important. A faggot needs to go through this in order to fully accept the end of its autonomous life. The struggle is a kind of death rattle of the faggot’s masculinity. And once the faggot works through that, acceptance settles in and its true purpose becomes as clear and as focused as its eyesight.

For self-locking faggots like me, this process happens first, eventually making chastity unavoidable as the weight of guilt becomes too great to bear.

Daily chastity means sitting down to pee. It means never experiencing a full erection or an orgasm like a Man. It means the faggot must be especially vigilant with cleaning its cage and shriveled genitalia. It means embracing a eunuch’s life, one without the possibility of children or any of those other heteronormative tropes that faggots often hide behind.

But what replaces the losses the faggot suffers is something deeper and more profound. Every second of every day the chastity cage reminds the faggot of its separateness from the other Men around it. It forces the faggot into a low-level hum of subspace, helping the faggot to be naturally more submissive and respectful of all Men.

Most importantly, the faggot finally understands its purpose more clearly than it ever imagined it could. The cage reminds the faggot that it is the possession of a Man and, by extension, all Men.

One of the most common questions faggots pose about chastity involves shrinkage. Is it permanent? The answer is, sadly, no. If left unlocked, the faggot’s penis will eventually return to its pathetic original shape more or less (mostly less).

However, time in the cage leaves lasting impressions on the faggot’s subconscious that last a lifetime. A lifetime hopefully spent in service!