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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I’ve often spoken about Alpha rage. Sometimes encounters with Alpha rage result in rape (as in my own case), but a lot of times it ends up feeling very close to rape without going into dangerous territory.

Ask any faggot or female about it, and I guarantee they’ll all say the same thing: it is THRILLING.

Natural-born subs have a deranged need to be taken by Alphas using the full force of their might in wildly aggressive ways. When Alphas find resistant subs who fight them, the Alphas are triggered into overwhelming and overpowering them into submission. Much of that ends up resulting in the Alpha forcing his dick into them and making them take his violent rut and explosive cumshots (because the center of an Alpha’s power is his cock).

Few Alphas exemplify Alpha rage better than an Alpha I’ve come to know and respect deeply over the last couple of years, an Asian bodybuilder named Master Toople. An Asian King blessed with a long, thick cock and the body of a prize-fighter, Master Toople has spent his life forcing males into submission to him and making them take his cock and his enormous cumshots.

Being Asian in a racist world can be tough for many, but for Master Toople the racism gives him plenty of opportunities to conquer and breed mouthy inferior males. Like this:

You know my love for agonophilia. That doesn’t stem from nothing, as I’m very skilled in boxing and Muay Thai, you can imagine the same ferocity and aggression and dominance I have in fighting as I do with fucking. And by now, you know I love to break in and slut out bigger arrogant and cocky studs who think they’re top shit and show them their proper place under my body and cock.

Had the perfect scenario for me on Saturday training where a new guy refused to believe I was as skilled as I was, and resorted to making racist comments about how “chinks can never beat” other people. And of course, the ignorant himbo had a backup friend. To clarify, this was rugby training as the season just recently started.

And the majority of the rugby team, including the coach, have all worshipped my cock in one form or another. So they all know and are aware of my prowess or at least what I show them.

I had my victims set. Told the first guy to square up, made it a bet that I’d knock him flat on his back, and his buddy next. The bet being whoever loses obeys the winner. Did not take me long at all in humiliating the cocky fucker with my fists into the ground. And then prying his mouth open with my dick and forcing him to choke on it in front of his friend. Took on his friend after he started getting pissed, again I took great pleasure in punching his lights out.

It was far too easy. And I had two new bashed in toys. Told them both when they came back awake to worship my cock together between their mouths, and I was not gentle, smashing their faces open with my cock and punches when they would gag and choke. As it does for me, it was many hours on the mats mounting their newly fagged faces. Neither of the deserved my god cock splitting their cunts open, nor did they deserve my seed. All they got was my pre smeared all over their bruised, red and bruised lips and faces.

By the time I pull my cock out of one of their destroyed throats, they’re both sprawled and mind blank from the brutal throat fucks I gave them.

I instead sunk my cock into one of my waiting obedient team fags and gave him my pent up load as a reward for being patient and watching the humiliation of the two new fags.

I do revel in encounters where I can unleash not just my aggressive libido but also my physical ferocity, but especially more when I get to physically dominate and take down cocky guys into broken obedient fags. There’s no going back once I’ve put my cock in you and overwhelm you with my body and power. Getting messages from my sluts begging me to use them as a warm up for gym or training because that’s how much they need to be overpowered and broken.

Master Toople has a lot of these kinds of encounters, so many that I’m surprised his name doesn’t appear on some most-wanted lists. It doesn’t because Master Toople is a God Alpha who is acting properly within the scope of his Hierarchically-elected position. Taking these males, humiliating them, and conquering them is the only right answer.

And Master Toople knows that these conquered males will crawl right back and beg for more like the many other faggots and converted faggots already worshiping at his feet.

Hi sam,

I’m a natural born faggot and have known this since middle school. I’m now in my late twenties. I worship the Superiority of Men and have a drive to serve them however I can.

The Alpha I’m most recently serving is in his mid-30s. Well-built. All Man. He knows what he wants and takes it – demands it. He’s the only Man I’ve served though where anytime he decides to destroy my pussy, it starts with a very intense spanking. Always bringing me to tears. It’s not some playful act. It’s PURE aggression. Sometimes he’ll use a belt but normally just his hands.

Once he has me sobbing or bawling, that’s the time he always takes me. A full rut without any other build up. It is such an emotional and intense experience as he’s slamming his thick cock into my pussy – ass sore and sensitive with every buck of his hips that smack into it. I’ve never experienced anything like it.

I usually stay emotional throughout the breeding as he doesn’t let up. There’s no time to calm myself.

He’s always having me wear lace panties and the like where he just pulls them aside so he can have access to my hole but without having to see my caged clit. He’s definitely very verbal in these situations. He lets me know how inferior I am with every word and thrust.

Afterwards, he almost always lets me lay on his chest (after I clean his dick with my mouth… sometimes he takes the moment to use me as a urinal as well). Then, I usually proactively make him a snack, prepare dinner or bring him a drink before he decides to dismiss me.

I leave feeling a mixture of emotions. I’m not sure if anyone else has this type of dynamic but was wondering if the ritual he employs is normal or acceptable? When I leave, I feel both fulfilled and like a total mess at the same time.

Maybe he’s just keeping me in my inferior place and showcasing his natural superiority? Or is it abusive?

All I know is that it can be really embarrassing to go to the gym the next day – having a red/bruised ass and a clit cage is quite humbling.

Your thoughts?

Thanks!

Hi brother! Thanks for writing! 

Your story is pretty intense! I can only imagine what it’s like to be basically attacked like that. It must be extremely painful and scary when this happens. 

Sometimes it’s hard to understand the needs of a Man because they are sometimes so radically different from us faggots. Alpha rage is a real phenomenon, and I’ve written about it here and there in an attempt to explain it … and also warn faggots about it. 

Sadly, many faggots seek this kind of rage out thinking it seems “hot” but suddenly find themselves in over their heads.

I can’t tell where you’re at with these attacks. It sounds like he’s really hurting you physically and emotionally, but you mention the fulfillment part of the experience as well. You seem concerned about its regularity, but you also sound like you wouldn’t trade it for something different. 

Here’s my take on it: yes, he’s abusing you (without cause) to some degree. You don’t deserve to be beaten every time he needs to fuck just because you’re his faggot. He may not be able to become sexually aroused without the violence aspect, which would also be troubling. 

But on the other hand, he’s fulfilling something in you, and leaving you “a total mess” might be exactly what he intends. He wants his rut and his breeding to leave impressions on you physically and emotionally. In some way, there isn’t anything wrong with that.

I can’t pass harsh judgement on your Master’s technique because he is providing you some aftercare. That’s important. By allowing you to decompress on his chest and work out your place through acts of service (like making a meal for him), you Master is providing some support after his assaults. If that wasn’t happening, I’d be much more concerned. 

I don’t think you have much to worry about. I’ve seen this kind of violence from powerful Alphas (Master Dino from FWA is an example of this) that morphed over time into something much deeper. So I’d stick with it for now and see where it leads.  

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the dominance of a straight Alpha named Josh, his wife Ashley, and their ownership of Master Josh’s first faggot Aaron!  CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s rare that a straight couple owns a faggot. Even as someone who has covered virtually every kind of Hierarchical arrangement many times over, this gold standard of faggot ownership has been quite elusive. Mostly this has to do with the female side of a straight couple, as most females are too jealous/insecure/emotional to handle it.

But Ashley, the wife of Alpha Josh, is apparently quite different from your average female.

It’s been a few weeks since Josh and Ashley agreed to take ownership of their first faggot Aaron. I hadn’t heard anything, so I reached out to make sure they were doing okay. The reply I received surprised me.

It’s going really good. I guess it has been about three weeks since we started and our house has never been cleaner. It has such an attention to detail. And apparently my wife is quick to use the paddle so it tries hard to avoid fuck ups.

That was the source of a little rocky patch at first. I guess it was after the first two days maybe, so the first Tuesday and Thursday, where it was at the house without me and just my wife’s supervision. It texted me after it left the house on its way to work at the bar and complained that my wife was spanking too much. I called it immediately and had it describe why it had been punished. I don’t remember the reasons now but they seemed legitimate to me. I asked it if I were the one who had assigned the punishments, would it have complained, and it said no. Then I reminded it that it was to treat my wife with the same respect and authority it treats me. It apologized. I told it that it didn’t have to come back, but it wouldn’t see me again. And if it did decide to return as scheduled on Sunday, that it was expected to apologize to my wife and ask for another spanking for disregarding her authority and complaining to me.

Sure enough. It showed up on Sunday and asked her for the spanking. It was so fucking hot watching her tear up its ass with that paddle. After it apologized again and got started on the chores, my wife and I fucked so intensely.

Since then it hasn’t complained again. It just shows up and does the chores. I intentionally didn’t fuck it or let it suck me off for the first couple of weeks to make sure it was committed to the assignment. I did let it suck my dick this morning when it arrived. I could tell its little dicklet was straining against the new chastity cage. It was hilarious.

From their experience we can suddenly see how a straight couple can successfully own a faggot, and it all hinges on the female. Ashley not only accepts her husband’s Alphahood (and the needs he has as such), but she also embraces her own authority as part owner of the faggot. This is helped by Josh’s judicial support of his wife as co-owner.

I told Sir Josh that I was baffled by Aaron’s idiotic choice to go over Ashley and appeal directly to Josh about the spanking. Why would Josh ever side with his faggot over his wife? As a new faggot in a new situation, Aaron had no legs to stand on.

I thought it was wonderful that Sir Josh finally fed his faggot his cock and cum after a period of punishment. The taste and scent of his cock and the chemical/psychological aspects of his cumshot will do wonders to retrain the faggot and push it deeper in subspace and submission.

But I dearly love hearing how Sir Josh and Ashley made passionate love after disciplining their faggot. Hierarchical dynamics are a natural aphrodisiac. They play on sexy power dynamics that turn us all on. Maybe every straight couple having troubles in their relationship (i.e. almost all of them) need to take joint ownership of a faggot to fix them!

Just a thought!

This black Alpha is so dominant that the faggot he’s using has no choice except obey and take it!

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

My dear brother Michael had been uncharacteristically quiet in recent weeks, and I secretly began to worry that perhaps the live-in situation with 18-year-old straight Alpha Eric had fallen through.

Boy, was I wrong!

Rather than cooling off, the situation with Alpha Eric has only intensified! I’m just going to leap into the latest update Michael sent to me:

My teen Alpha-god Eric has pretty much dominated my life, and i couldn’t be happier or more fulfilled.  He came to town after high school graduation because He was going to go to college here, and He had an internship for the summer.  But all classes at His college are going to be remote — at least for the first semester — and so He will not be living in the dorms.  So of course, He will continue living in my (for all practical purposes, His) apartment.  i am thrilled. 

So, first thing i did was to “remodel” the apartment so that He would have all the comforts of dorm life: a top of the line computer, a game console, the usual dormitory comforts.  But best of all, while there will be no intercollegiate sports this year, Eric’s coaches insist that the athletes work out together every day so that they can maintain game-ready fitness.  And so after His day interning, Eric reports to the college gym to work out with His teammates, under the supervision of the coaches and the trainers.  This is an incredible bonus for me, His faggot.  Most often, He arrives home pumped up (both physically and psychologically) from His workout, and in need of a relaxing blow job.

But after a few weeks Eric started bringing His teammates back home with Him after workout so that i could give them blow jobs as well.  Not the whole team, and not every day, and not necessarily the same men every time. But over the course of several weeks, i have gotten to “know” all of His teammates.  A true Alpha is generous with His toys.  Eric understands this instinctively.  And so, it is not unusual that there are two or three jocks hanging around the apartment in need of my service, and i have become, in a way, the team mascot.

One of Eric’s teammates (another Alpha Male but nowhere near the god that Eric is) understands that a Man is not gay just because He fucks a faggot.  After He had been to Eric’s apartment after workout a couple of times and had received a couple of blow jobs He asked Eric if it was okay if He fucked His faggot.  Eric had never considered such a thing. 

“Dude, the faggot has two holes, both available for a man’s use.  Don’t tell me you’ve never fucked your bitch!” said Eric’s friend. And so Eric granted permission for the guy to fuck my ass. 

The other guy fucked me that very night.  He took me into the bedroom and gave me an awesome fuck.  It had been a while since i had been fucked up my ass, and it felt good, to be honest.  (No ass action is the price faggots pay for serving straight Alphas; but as you and i know, sacrifice in all its forms is the lot of a faggot’s life).  Eric stayed in the other room while His buddy reamed my ass.  As i mentioned, Eric has inquired about fucking my ass but has not yet done so.

But I am hopeful.  Eric has assumed the consummate Alpha aura of privilege.  He has manifested His understanding that He is entitled to expect that i will do whatever He wants — when He wants.  He expects that i will take care of His morning erections as a matter of course.  He has no hesitation to call upon me to perform some service (sexual or otherwise) at any time, including calling me at work and demanding that i come home because He is in need of a blow job.  i, of course, comply, since this is my purpose in life.  It doesn’t necessarily have to be a blow job.  He notes that His nails need trimming, or that His hair needs a trim.  But now that He is aware that not just my throat, but my ass also is available for His use, i am hopeful that one day (soon, hopefully) He will call upon me to present my ass cunt to Him, and that thereafter, working His magnificent cock with the muscles of my ass will be a steady part of my life.

i am in faggot heaven.

Michael must live in some sort of alternate universe filled with aggressive Apex Alphas. Living near a bustling college campus has never been a bad gig for a faggot, but whatever they’re putting in the water of Michael’s hometown needs to be bottled up and distributed around the world!

You must keep in mind that Alpha Eric had never tried a faggot until he moved into Michael’s apartment, and he quickly went from zero experience to whoring out his faggot with all of his Alpha buddies. That is the kind of confidence only an Apex Alpha could muster!

As for Michael, well … he is indeed living a faggot’s hottest, most ejaculatory dream. And it’s all because Michael had the courage to approach that original Alpha in his apartment complex several months ago.

If you don’t have Michael’s bravery – few do – then using something like my new tool May I Serve You Sir? could be the help you need.

Regardless, Michael is living proof that Alphas – regardless of sexual orientation – will use faggots who submit and offer service. It just requires that faggot to offer itself.

The opportunities exist, and they’re endless. Stop dreaming about it, and make it happen!

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!  

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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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