Hi sam–I’ve been owned by a straight alpha for several years now. He doesn’t allow sexual service, but he allows other forms + muscle and foot worship.
It’s long distance, so I usually fly out and we meet up for a day or two. Recently, we got back to my hotel late and he decided to stay over for the first time. 2 things happened:
-He refused to share the bed. Said he wasn’t comfortable with it. -He insisted on sleeping on the couch.
I went along with it, but should I have done something different? Is there any way to help him get more comfortable sleeping together (nothing sexual, just sleep). I feel like this could be a problem if we ever start going on trips together.
Thank you for writing, brother!
I’m so intrigued by your story. I have so many questions about your relationship with this straight Alpha! I’d love it if you would write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com so I can learn more about it!
One of the great aspects of your story is the fact that it demonstrates how straight Alphas have a deep-seated need to be worshiped. Once they discover the worship of faggots, they almost always want more of it even if it’s non-sexual. There is something about seeing a faggot submit to his power that triggers a straight Alpha in a primal way that is different from what he gets from females. Your straight Alpha loves having you fly out to him to worship him. It gives him a sense of peace and complete power.
I can understand why your Master doesn’t want to share a bed with a faggot, no matter how long you have served him. Straight Alphas like space, and like their own space. Straight Alphas are very territorial. They only allow females in their bed because they need to do that to entice these females to open their legs and let them fuck.
I was a little horrified that your Master chose to sleep on the couch (I’m assuming you slept in the bed). This should have been reversed, obviously. There’s NO WAY a straight Alpha should sleep on a couch while his faggot sleeps in the bed. You said that he “insisted” that he sleep on the couch. Seriously?
I think I would’ve made it a point with my Master that I refuse to use the bed as long as he is in the room. I would refuse to disrespect an Alpha in that way. I’d sleep on the floor. Such a dramatic demonstration may be needed to help your Master understand the depth of submission faggots are programmed to display.
As far as getting him more comfortable with sleeping together, that may not be possible. Some straight Alphas have real hang-ups with that. But you need to start with what I already discussed, and see how that newfound appreciation of faggot affects him. Knowledge leads to action.
The following post is part of a thread detailing the struggles of an innocent faggot named Noah who is being fucked roughly by a big-dicked Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Big-dicked Alphas are almost a separate category of Alpha. These Alphas have an extra swagger. They love ramming their giant dicks into people and making them choke and scream. They love seeing how their giant dicks re-shape holes, give purpose to the lost and satisfaction to the greedy.
It sounds a lot like Master Hulk that currently owns Noah.
Noah’s journey so far has been a little rough, but now that Master Hulk has fully taken control of Noah, there’s another issue cropping up:
Hello Sam! This is Noah again
After what my ex-friend did, my Master is much better with me, he is bisexual and I am the first boy he is dating, so I think he is just getting used to it. He struggles a little bit to get romantic with me, which is totally fine and understandable because I am not a girl. Last night I was in my apartment with my big and gorgeous Hulk and I cooked for him, cleaned his house, and after all the chores, I offered my hole to him, as a good boy should do. He kissed me, undressed me, and for the first time he rimmed my pussy, I wasn’t expecting at all, he had never touched my hole with his tongue before, but he prepared me with his tongue, put a lot of lube, and he started to fuck and kiss me, it felt really good. He was rough as always but for the first time he called me baby and beautiful boy, he usually just says slut or bitch while he fucks me
So when he finished inside of me, I said thank you as always, and he said that he loves when I thank him after fucking me, and that no girl has ever done such a thing. I told him that he is a King and deserves to be treated like that because he could be fucking any pussy or fag but he chose me. So he hugged me and put me on his chest, and I said “I think that for the first time you were making love with my hole and not just fucking” He chuckled and said “I am always fucking, but today I fucked you with some love” I felt so good, Sam!! Then he said that he loves to see that I am struggling to take his fat cock but he doesn’t want to hurt me, and that’s what I want to ask you, brother… now his cock fits much better in my hole, he has trained me to take his big dick, but I don’t want him to think that I am too loose, you know?
I am trying to take his cock in my throat as rough as I can because he gets really crazy when he makes me cry with his dick, but do you have any suggestions of how to turn him on showing him that I am really struggling to take his dick? Something I should say or maybe react. So sorry if this is a stupid question, but I really want to please my Man!
I’m so proud of Noah for wanting to do anything he can to satisfy his Master! Being a good faggot involves more than just having a hot body or even a submissive attitude. We must be a neverending worship machine that provides the Alpha ego with all of the fuel it needs to stay red-hot!
I don’t think Noah needs to worry about his pussy getting too loose for Master Hulk’s heavy dick. However, if that is a concern Noah can always do Kegel exercises or the “anal breathing” exercises I recently posted HERE. That’s what I’ve always done, and my pussy has remained pretty tight.
Noah also wanted to know what else he can say to Master Hulk to please him. This is a particular skill of mine. Here’s a little trick that is a sure-fire winner: when he’s fucking you, start saying things like “please get me pregnant” or “please give me your babies” or “I want to have your baby Master”. This always triggers something inside the primal center of their Alpha brains, and they always have an explosive, extremely-satisfying orgasm that they remember for a long time!
While I think it would be awesome if Noah incorporated some of those tips to please Master Hulk, I don’t know if Noah needs much more to please his Master. It’s pretty clear Master Hulk really loves owning Noah. Like Master Hulk said after breeding Noah: “he said that he loves when I thank him after fucking me, and that no girl has ever done such a thing.”
You can clearly see from Noah’s experience that faggots give Alphas something they do not get from women: WORSHIP.
And worship will go much farther than Kegel exercises or special techniques. Surrender to these superior Men and submit. Such gifts are rare, especially in today’s world, and are very valuable in the eyes of Alphas!
Declan came home and saw my chores weren’t done. That was all it took.
No yelling. No discussion. Just calm, firm control. I was corrected, and when I came back in, he detained me.
Hooded. Shackled. Lifted and locked helpless inside the cage while he went about his night like nothing was wrong. Total power. Total calm. Total ownership.
What happened next and how the night ended shows the real total power exchange.
Our lives are often completely normal at times, just a real boyfriend relationship. But that can change quickly, and I’m reminded exactly where I belong.
We film as much as we can, but this isn’t pretend or role-play. This is real life for us.
What you’re seeing is genuinely how we live.
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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
If I had to come up with a list of most exciting true stories of 2025, the revelation of teenaged Alpha Master Lucas and his insightful mother Queen Sophie might be near the top.
When I read Sophie’s initial letter about her son, it almost seemed unreal. Here was this mother who was simultaneously frightened and thrilled by the rising power of 15-year-old Master Lucas, a straight Alpha who already owned multiple faggot schoolmates. Her pride was tempered by fears of the unknown as he grew even more powerful.
I give women a lot of shit for being clueless and hierarchically incompetent, but Sophie is anything but that. She has a deep appreciation for Alphas, and she very much wants her son to become the most powerful Alpha on the planet if possible.
Sophie reminds me of the Queens of antiquity who would murder people who stood in the way of their son’s ascendancy. Would Queen Sophie do the same? Yes, I believe she would!
After a long break and several ignored emails, Sophie has returned with a most insightful update!
Dear servant Sam,
It’s been forever since I last replied to you. I must say that I haven’t much time. Over the last few months, Lucas and I have both been very busy with lots of family, work, and school matters. I thought I’d take a few minutes to update you on a few things.
This year, since September, Lucas has been attending weekly boarding high school: he spends the week there and comes home most weekends. As I’m also very busy on weekends, we don’t always see each other. But I can see that he has been working out and is becoming quite a handsome young man, even though he retains his youthful charm (and I will always see him as my little boy!). I often run into some of Lucas’s classmates who came to our house on weekends. I could easily see the different hierarchical circles: his close friends who are almost his equals (although he is clearly the leader), his more submissive followers, and his most devoted servants. His new best friend once whispered to me with a big smile, “Lucas is the undisputed king of the high school! The dorm practically belongs to him.” All of them are very respectful towards me, even the “tough guys” among them, which I am very pleased about.
Once, I came home on a Saturday evening to find my Lucas sitting on the sofa, chatting happily with two friends, while two servants were licking his feet, another was kneeling and holding out a tray to him, and another was massaging his back. I must say it was a fascinating sight! (And my mother’s heart leapt with pride!)
Even though we see each other much less often, our mother-son relationship is better than ever. On the rare occasions when we are alone, Lucas is very affectionate with me. We spent Christmas Eve just the two of us, and he hugged me tightly and whispered, “It’s great to be an alpha, but I know it’s sometimes hard for you to raise one. I love you, Mom, thank you for everything.” I assured him that I was immensely proud of him and that I wanted him to enjoy his superiority to the fullest.
It’s true that his first few months at boarding school weren’t without a few worries. I’ve already had some tense encounters with the administration after Lucas made love to three girls from the school, including one in her final year. But things have smoothed over, notably because the girls have all come out fervently in Lucas’s defense.
My good Sam, may I say a few personal words to you? Seeing my son’s growing power, even from afar, part of me can’t help but long to meet a real alpha male my age who would make me his. As an upper-level executive, I am pleased to be a powerful and independent woman; I enjoy having men under my command. I can see that they are beta males in the hierarchy and have no issue giving them orders. But there is a part of me that remembers (and my son by himself is a constant reminder) that real men do exist. Men of extraordinary human, physical, and moral qualities. I hope one day to meet a superior man who knows how to put me in my place, make me fully feel like a woman, and whom I can worship and love as he deserves. But whether that day comes or not, I am happy for the young women whom Lucas will honor with his virility! Watch out, girls, my son is coming to take what is his!
That’s all I have for you now, good Sam! I don’t know if I’ll have time to write to you soon, but I wish you a very happy New Year’s Eve and, in advance, all my best wishes for 2026!
Kind regards,
Sophie
Isn’t that a breathtaking letter?!?
It’s pretty clear that Master Lucas’s power has only increased since our last correspondence. Imagine being a 15/16-year-old male who can hang with his Alpha pack while being served and serviced by four faggots! Master Lucas puts Alphas twice his age to shame!
It’s pretty clear that Master Lucas is rapidly approaching God Alphahood. He seems to effortlessly command faggots, betas, and other Alphas. Even school administrators are bending to his will!
And now Master Lucas has started fucking pussy!
Prior to this I hadn’t asked anything about Master Lucas’s sexuality because I wanted him to develop naturally. But now he’s fucked (it wasn’t “making love” as Sophie described it … he FUCKED them) at least three girls (including an older girl!), so he’s begun to experience the real power all Alphas carry between their legs. He’s also going to need to learn how to handle female self-righteousness and general ignorance to hierarchy. I have no doubt that he’s more than powerful enough to submit them.
I LOVED what Master Lucas’s Alpha brother said to Sophie about Master Lucas being the King of their high school! That right there is practically an endorsement for God Alphahood!
I also love Master Lucas’s tender conversation with Sophie over Christmas. It was both his acknowledgement of his growing Alpha powers as well as her insightful encouragement of his abilities. That was probably the best gift Sophie received this holiday season!
Sophie’s final, wistful thoughts about wanting to find an Alpha of her own really touched me. She pulled back the iron door of her successful life as an executive to reveal the woman inside desperate to submit and serve. That took guts! Most women are too proud or too stupid to admit such a thing.
But Sophie has had training in hierarchy that other women haven’t. She’s witnessed the truth of it first-hand through the rise of her God Alpha son!
I thank Queen Sophie for such a deep and resonant update, as well as Master Lucas for allowing her to!
The following post is part of a thread testifying to the life of complete service of a faggot named John who lived as the property of a gay Alpha named Master Norman. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I get a lot of questions about life as an owned faggot, life as a faggot object, and life as a faggot slave. Every so often I’ve been able to feature a really intense, all-encompassing view of the life of a faggot slave. For example, longtime readers will remember by old thread about Tim, a live-in faggot slave of an abusive straight Alpha. These more intense examples are hard to find, because most of these fag brothers are too immersed in their responsibilities to ever have the time to communicate with me.
I was recently contacted by a faggot named John who spent more than twenty years as the in-home faggot property and cash fag to a gay Alpha named Master Norman. I received John’s testimony in a few pieces, so I’m assembling them here as one full account. However, it paints a vivid picture of a life spent in completely immersive service to a very powerful Man!
[A note before you read: John refers to himself as “it” throughout his narrative.]
At the age of 26, it became the property of Master Norman. As Master explained years later, He took control of it because it impressed Him as a hard worker with plenty of income potential.
THE NEW ARRANGEMENT
It met Master Norman at a party. He asked for its phone number and later arranged to meet it for coffee. After several such meetings and long discussions, He proposed the arrangement described in the account and accepted it for a trial period of three months. There was a contract specifying its duties in detail and giving Master Norman the option of extending the contract for as long as He wished. it did not have the right to an opinion. At the end of that trial period, He claimed ownership.
Master took charge of its finances. He confiscated its credit and debit cards and its checkbook and let it use them only with permission and only for a single purchase or use at a time. It was required to explain why it needed to spend the money and beg Master to be allowed to do so. Master allowed it a weekly allowance that it was permitted to use only to buy small things such as coffee or snacks at work necessary to maintain the minimal interactions with coworkers. It had to keep a record of all such expenditures and present it to Master on Sunday for review. Any unused money had to be returned to Master.
Master required it to live as frugally as possible and reduce personal expenses to a minimum. It ate cheap food so that Master could have better food. It wore cheaper clothes so that Master could wear higher quality clothes. It took public transportation so that Master could afford a car worthy of His status. It socialized with others only at work
In addition, it paid Master a monthly rent. Master once explained to a friend of His that the rent covered His mortgage payments and utility bills. Master had an old house that had a small maid’s apartment off the kitchen. This provided a fiction for tax purposes that it was just a renter.
It also paid for all groceries and minor household items like cleaning products and gardening supplies (at the major weekly grocery shopping, it asked for cash back—this was how it got the weekly allowance mentioned above, paid for out of the money in “its” bank account) Master paid for all major items such as furniture and appliances but then assessed it an additional “gift” each month to help pay for them. On the rare occasions when Master took it along with Him when he went to a restaurant, Master allowed it to pay for the meal.
In return for Master’s acceptance of it into His household, it did all household chores (cooking, cleaning, minor repairs and general upkeep) and yardwork, thus saving Master the need to pay others to do these chores. If the repairs or yardwork were beyond its abilities, it paid for the workmen hired to do them. For major repairs such as reroofing the house or painting the outside of the house, it gave Master a series of monthly “gifts” until the cost was paid off.
(For anyone contemplating such an arrangement, note that rent counts as income and is hence taxable. “Gifts” and purchases such as groceries do not, Since Master was renting part of His home, it could deduct all or part of the major expenses that He paid directly as expenses on the rental property.)
Master also managed the investment of its income and controlled the amounts deducted from its salary for pensions and insurance. His control of its finances extended into all areas.
THE SEXUAL SIDE OF BEING OWNED
Master Norman was a gay Alpha, although He did not use that term. He acknowledged that He was a Master, but He didn’t like to be called that, preferring “Sir” or “Esquire.” He was a lawyer and wore suits and ties for work and dressed in rather upscale casual wear otherwise. He eschewed leather, saying that “wearing the hide of a dead cow was a form of drag” and that “it was an attempt on the part of the insecure to borrow the supposed masculinity of a bull.”
Master did not use it for sexual purposes, explaining that His interest in it was purely financial. He did not find it to His taste. He used others for His sexual needs. Occasionally if He had a partner who needed sexual relief, He might require iI to suck the man off. If Master had had a stressful day, He might use it as a whipping boy if no one else was available. Master did not permit it to engage in sex. On the first day of each month, when it presented the rent check to Master, Master sometimes permitted it to kneel and masturbate before Him. If it didn’t ejaculate within a minute or so, Master would withdraw the permission.
He did use others for sexual purposes. On your hierarchy, they would probably be classed as betas or subs. Some of them were long-term.
Almost every Wednesday a man it dubbed “the professor” because of the way he dressed and behaved would visit the house. As part of its duties, it would escort him to the playroom in the basement, ask if he wanted anything (the answer was always “no, thank you”), and then leave him. Master would join him later. Their sessions always began with Master spanking him. What else went on between them, it does not know. It could hear the spanking but then there would be no noise audible upstairs for a half-hour or so after the spanking stopped. It had to clean up the playroom afterwards and put away the paddles and belts and floggers, etc., Master had used. Very occasionally, Master would call it to the basement and have it suck the professor’s dick for a while. On those occasions, the professor still wore his suitcoat, white shirt, and tie, but his trousers and underpants were pushed down around his ankles. The Master did not make it suck the professor until he came. After a few minutes, the Master would order it to leave. After it closed the door to the basement stairs, the spanking would resume.
Master also had men He fucked. They followed a pattern—all in their early to mid-twenties, all well-built and good-looking, and all well-dressed. Those who came to the house were always dressed in high-end casual—trousers rather than jeans, well-polished shoes rather than sneakers, long-sleeve shirts rather than tees. Master would see an individual once or twice a week for half a year or so and then move on to a new person. He seemed to like them to be very verbal. Even upstairs it could hear them begging Him to fuck them and then telling Him what a great fuck He was. Again, when they arrived, it would show them to the basement playroom, ask them if they needed anything (on the first few visits they often asked for something to drink, but they soon stopped doing that), and then leave them to wait by themselves. To judge from the noises coming from the basement and the toys it had to clean and put away afterwards, Master abused some of them sadistically. But for the most part, He appeared only to fuck them. They always left looking very disheveled and dizzy.
Master also saw other men outside the house, but it doesn’t know what He did with them. As far as it knows, it was Master’s only cashfag, but there could have been others. It was His only domestic servant.
It was never kept locked in chastity. As explained before, it was allowed only one ejaculation a month, when it presented the rent check to Master. Incidentally Master made it wear a condom when it knelt before HIm and jerked off. None of its cum was to sully the floor of Master’s office. It was difficult at first not to cum spontaneously at other times, especially when Master was disciplining it for its failures to observe the rules or keep His house and property as He wished. But it eventually learned that fags experience sexual pleasure only with their Master’s permission.
THE END EVENTUALLY COMES
Master was 43 at the time He took charge of it. He retired 22 years later and moved away, dismissing it from His service. Thanks to Master’s control, its finances were is excellent shape.
Master gave it two month’s warning of His intention to move to Hawaii after He retired. He explained that it no longer interested Him and that He had made other arrangements. He helped it find a condo to buy (with its own money) and let it keep the bed and other furniture in its quarters as well as much of the kitchen equipment. It continued to work for Master until the last day, oversaw the movers, and prepped the house for sale. After Master left, it never heard from Him again. It had no way of contacting Him
Of course, when Master left, it was bereft. Master had provided structure and order and purpose in its life, and those security blankets were suddenly gone. It took some time for it to learn to function on its own. It still doesn’t feel right for it to be unowned.
I thank John for his honesty!
My heart does break for John because he clearly adored Master Norman, and now Master Norman is gone for good and John is all alone after a couple of decades of faithful service. I’d be curious to hear from faggots who claim to be ready for such a life – what do you think after hearing about John’s life of service? Is it for you?
I really admire the lengths John went in order to fulfill his purpose! I love how, even through his heartbreak from losing his Master, he still yearns to return to that life! That’s because serving superior Men is its own form of deep satisfaction!
Thank you, my dear brother! Your example of faithfulness will stay here and cherished for a lifetime!
As you all know, I had to sign a contract agreeing to 7 days of being 100% slave to my boyfriend in exchange for my birthday gift: a trip to Spain next year.
One of the conditions of that contract was simple and very clear: 47 paddles.
When he got home, I thought I had done everything right. The fridge was spotless. The stove was cleaned. The bed sheets were washed and changed.
But I made one mistake. I forgot the kitchen.
That was all it took.
He dragged me into the room, cuffed my hands to the cage, locked shackles around my ankles, and then cuffed my balls directly to the cage bars so I couldn’t move an inch.
And then it started.
The paddling.
Did he stop at 47 like the contract said? Or did my mistake cost me more?
You’ll have to watch the video to find out.
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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the thoughts and experiences of a young straight Alpha who goes by the name Red Archivist (@RedObservers) on X. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of the more intriguing Alpha accounts on X is that of @RedObservers, otherwise known as Red Archivist. He’s a young (unsure of his age) straight Alpha who has already come to learn about hierarchical truth and has taken ownership of faggots both personal as well as online. When he’s not at school, gaming, or creating excellent digital art, he’s banging girls and draining faggots.
His account is interesting to me because, in-between the graphics and typical cashmaster stuff, Red Archivist adds more introspective, post-length ruminations about various topics. He’s thoughtful in that way.
Yesterday he wrote a post about an observation he had regarding the origins of his Alphahood and how it was revealed through others around him. He wrote this:
A little anecdote from the past where I was exposed by a friend.
A few years ago, I was in a duo with a friend of mine. We were playing 5v5, but one of our team members disconnected. My friend and I continued playing, and alone we were so strong that we were winning the match, even with four players. For those who’ve seen me play, you know I’m usually pissed off with my teammates because they’re always so bad, but in that match there was someone who, despite being terrible and having even picked a completely useless champion, I liked him so much that at the end of the match I even invited him to join my team. My friend was confused and asked me why I wanted him on my team if he was absolutely crap. At that moment, I responded completely instinctively and said, “I like him because he keeps complimenting us.” Throughout the game, he kept writing, “Wow, gg, you guys are so good” and stuff like that, and I liked having someone fawning over me so much that I even wanted to invite him to play again, haha. My friend then started laughing and making fun of me because he said I liked “ass kissers”. And I do. But normal people don’t, especially if these ass kissers sucks. And it wasn’t the first time it happened either. I often played with a friend who was much worse than me, and I would intentionally boost him just because he kept complimenting me while we played. I hated that we lost games because he was useless, but I loved getting my ass kissed too much so I kept playing with him. I was a kid and I still didn’t know anything about being a master and stuff, I just liked having weaklings around complimenting me. It felt so damn good.
Nowdays I just play with my bros, so these things doesn’t happen anymore. But few weeks ago a random dude dropped me his gun during a final match in Valorant, because I didn’t had the money to buy the gun for myself, and told me: “it’s better if you have it, I’m bad”. I heard my bro (who’s was playing with me) giggling and then he said: “I know you liked it”(referring to the fact that all my friends now know that I love being flattered) And I was “I just came bro” haha. I love forcing and showing my superiority over randoms, it’s basically the only reason i play certain games.
This is yet another example of what I’ve always said: our place within hierarchy is determined from birth. As we grow, our experiences help to bring out those natural inclinations and encourage their development. In the case of Red Archivist, the attention his Alphahood attracted made him feel powerful, which in turn pushed him to further embrace that power over others.
His story closely mirrors 15-year-old Alpha Lucas I covered last year. In both cases, these young Alphas learned early that they can (and should) be worshiped by inferiors. I’m sure that is a heady concept for any young Man or Alpha, but all they know is that it just feels right.
So if you’re a young person out there reading this site and wondering if these feelings you have are normal, just know they are, There are many young Alphas and faggots discovering the same truth you are. So don’t be afraid. As Red Archivist has learned, this is not something to fear, but rather to embrace.
Only then can it make your life into what nature intended!
The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’ve always been open about my love of black Alphas. In my fag career, I’ve probably served/serviced more straight black Alphas than any other race. But here’s the curious part of that: I’ve never been OWNED by a black Alpha.
For whatever reason, my experience with black Alphas has taught me that they generally don’t own faggots. They definitely use them – and use them well – but it seems like ownership is a step too close to intimacy, familiarity, or responsibility. That’s a shame, because I believe black Alphas would benefit mightily from owning in-house faggots.
That’s why it was so thrilling to learn of the existence of a black God Alpha named King Karter who owns multiple in-house faggots. The faggot who breathlessly contacted me about his new Master, a relatively new faggot named Ethan, fell under King Karter’s control and his world was turned upside-down.
The previous updates from Ethan were wild, but after several months Ethan returns with something bordering on insane. I’m tempted to chop it into installment posts, but I think I’ll present the entire thing, with breaks for commentary.
Here’s what my brother wrote:
Hi Sam,
I apologize for not emailing you in a while. I have been meaning to email you this October because a lot has happened since I got back to Texas. I will try to keep this Email as short as possible, (It turns out it was a long one, after the fact) as I should have sent two or three emails for all of it. But King Karter told me he had been looking for my updates, and I told him I hadn’t emailed you in a while because I hadn’t had the time, and he instructed me to email you this weekend or I’d get a whopping. I also know I had been neglecting emailing you, because I had been so busy.
First, I want to say, A HUGE, Huge Thank you to you and Master Francesco.
To Master Fancesco, I want to say Thank You for helping me with his meal plan. I have been on it for the most part (I did tweak a few things) since I read the post back at the beginning of August. I did change it a bit. I drink protein shakes, so I added that because of my workouts. I also don’t like fish all the time, but I do eat it more often now because of the meal plan, but I add shrimp for a few dinners and chicken, and I did add Beef to the diet, only twice a week though, and I don’t do it any day before I know I’m going ot see King Karter. (I added Beef because, well, I am American and I live in Texas now sooo haha) But for the most part, I have kept it the same, like he said to do. Because of Master Francesco’s meal plan, I was able to cut my cleaning time in Half (Sometimes more than that). Thank you, Master Francisco. You have helped me a lot. I wish his old faggot had at least tried it; it wasn’t so bad after you get used to it. I recommend every fag brother at least try it and maybe tweak it a little bit if you need to, like I did. You don’t have a lot to lose but Shit Right. 😉 And it has helped slim me down a bit more. Thank you again, Master Francisco!
I also wanted to say a huge Thank you to you, Sam, for two reasons.
One, I saw your post back in July telling Faggots to tell their masters and Alphas (and Kings) to say “Get me pregnant!” while they are getting fucked, and I knew that was such a hot idea I was going to do it the first chance I got when I got back to Texas, but of course, Brother Mika got to it first because I was so far away from King Karter. But when I got back, the first thing I did after my parents left, I drove to his place (Like he instructed) and submitted to him. He fucked me for 2 full days! (I got there about a week before classes started.) And after the first two hours of him rutting me (I almost forgot to say it.) But I remembered and started to beg him to get me pregnant, that I wanted his babies inside of me. He asked if I really wanted to. I kept saying, “Yes, please, sir, please, daddy, get me pregnant!” and it was like he flipped a switch. It was like an animal came out of him, and he was getting very rough, like the very first time he fucked me, (Almost harder maybe). He was pounding me so hard, and I know I lost consciousness a bit because he was choking me out. But it was crazy. I don’t know if it was because I didn’t get dick for like 2 1/2 months, so I was also dick starved. But he had a huge smile like an evil grin when I said it, and he just let loose. That was so fuckin hot. I would say, and I agree with Mika, if you are a faggot you have to try this on your alpha. It will make them go in fucking in heat and crazy!
The Second reason was for Locktober! So I had been back in Texas since before Labor day, (Which I have a huge update to tell you) But during that weekend he pulled me a side and told me he would like me to challenge myself and be locked for the full mounth of October, and I would only be able to take it off only a few times a week at his place, while he or at least #1 was there to watch me wash up. I still wasn’t ready to commit to a full month, but he really wanted me to, and said, “It would show my obedience and me wanting to be part of his Kingdom.” I felt bad, but I said I would think about it. I didn’t want to because I was afraid to let him down if I didn’t follow through for the whole month. Second, I also didn’t know how I could do it with me going to the gym a lot, I would have to find a way to change without others seeing, especially my friends, if I went with them. Third, I thought I would be too sexually frustrated because I just spent like the whole summer forced in a cage whenever I got horny or wanted to jerk off. I had already messed up 3 times. (One more time after I last emailed you). So I left it at that, until I saw and read your post and heard your podcast at the beginning of October. I saw and read it on October 3rd. After I saw the posts and the podcast, I texted King Karter and just texted, “I would like to take the challenge, Sir.” He ordered me to come over the next day (because it was very late) and he would lock me up, and keep the key there. I did, and even though I was almost having an anxiety attack driving there. He locked me up and kept the key. I did do a lot of poppers, so I would calm down a bit. I think that is one reason I like poppers is because I have Very High anxiety and even take meds sometimes to calm me down. Poppers help me a lot to calm myself down and help me focus. I know you don’t like them, but they do help me a lot. I have been locked since October 4th. King Karter had ordered me to be locked until November 5th, so I can do a whole month. At First, like the first few weeks, it was hard, sleeping on my stomach sucks sometimes, I have to put a small pillow under myself to raise my hips up a bit, and so it doesn’t cut into my pelvis and groin. And I was so horny, but after a few weeks, it got better. And also, your statements are all 100% true.
It clarifies a faggot’s mind, decluttering it. (Check) I feel more focused after a few weeks. And I don’t think about sex as much unless King wants it, then I want everything! 😉
It forces the faggot into a meditative state (Check). I want to serve him every day, Sexually, especially, but I will do anything he wants to texts me to do or get, and I have noticed I have less frequent anxiety attacks, although I still have them. I don’t think chastity is a cure for it, but it does help calm me down, I think.
It humbles the faggot (Check). I certainly have been humbled, and I feel more subservient to him and most other men, at work or with friends, even.
It helps the faggot appreciate the power of Men (Check), same as with 3.
It makes the faggot hungrier for service (Check, Check, and Double Check). I think the whole summer I have been so starved for cock and not able to jerk my own has made me want his and any man’s cock so ,, so much more. Whenever he fucks me now, I feel so much more need to have him in me. And I want him to give me to any other King that wants to use me too.
It forces the faggot to accept the natural differences between a Man and itself. (Check) I can respect Hierarchy more, also Kings and Other Alpha Men, their power and strength. I have always been around it because of sports and the locker room, but I have a greater appreciation for them and the difference it has for me being a faggot. (and same as 4)
So thank you, Sam, for helping to push me into taking Locktober seriously and helping me. I was able to get around the changing in the locker room by just facing the corner all of the time, or I would tell my friends I had to take a piss and just change in the stall, so it worked out for the most part. I do not know if I will stay locked up like most of the time, like #1, he is locked like almost 24/7, but I will probably be more like #3, is, he is locked up sometimes when not at the apartment or whenever King Karters demands it. (which he says is getting more and more often, 3 Things he is trying to get him to be more 24/7 like #1. So I will keep you updated on how much I do it after the 5th.
I’m so glad that Ethan tried and stuck to the incredible “diet for faggots” published here by Master Francesco! So many faggots welcomed that diet plan, but after the initial interest it seemed like most fell away. It really goes to show the seriousness with which Ethan approaches his faghood, and that pro-active attitude has led to Ethan’s success as a faggot.
I’m also quite happy/impressed with Ethan’s genuine revelations involving chastity. It’s really all of those things and more! The fact that Ethan tried it and stuck to it in order to honor his Master and his own purpose says so much about Ethan as a person and a faggot. I’m so proud to be able to call him my brother!
However, I will add this: I think Ethan should not try to hide his chastity in the locker rooms. AFter all, he’s a beautiful faggot owned by a powerful God Alpha. Why be ashamed of that? By displaying his chastity, Ethan can show other Alphas in there what is possible if they took ownership of a faggot. It will make all male onlookers feel more powerful. There are only positives from doing this.
Summer Recap. So, last time I emailed you, I got a job in a nice restaurant as a server. But I was not so good at it, but the manager liked me, so he kept me, but had me help out in the bar. I guess I used my skills from Starbucks because I was pretty good at it. I didn’t have a license and the training you have to have to serve alcohol in California, so I was just like a bar back. But it gave me a lot of experience that I used to get a bar back job in Texas. You do need a certificate here, so I am taking a few courses to get it to serve in Texas. I got a job as a bar back, and it’s working out pretty good! King Karter was right, I do make a lot more money than at Starbucks, and the hours are a bit longer, but the times work around my schedule a lot better, and I love interacting with the customers.
King Karter wanted me to come out to my family as at least gay, maybe even a faggot too. I told you about my dad’s side, and I did not end up telling them, but I told my mom (I was gay), and she was chill about it. I decided to keep the Faggot stuff out at least for now; I don’t think she would understand.
I wasn’t able to convince them about moving out of the dorms just yet, but I was able to get a single room because I’m a junior now. I was able to convince them that if I’m good financially and my grades are good, by the end of this semester, I can move out with a friend by the second semester, in January. Because they pay for most of the rent in the dorms, I have to follow their rules. But King Karter did get me and #3 a one-bedroom apartment, and I basically live there on the weekend. So we can get used to us living together 24/7, which isn’t really hard, we are like brothers, and are becoming really good friends. Since I come over on the weekends and he is there most of the week, I take the bed on Friday and Saturday night, unless he has a date and they need the bed. And he sleeps on the couch. When I officially move in, we will take turns, unless one of us has a date King Karter has found for us. King Karter said he will send dates to the apartment for us sometimes, sometimes we will meet them at their place, or wherever they want to meet up. He said he might have them come to my dorm once in a while since I have a single now, but we have to be careful so we don’t get caught.
Like my suggestion about parading his chastity in the locker room, King Karter is pushing his faggot to be honest with his family. This is a good thing most likely, although I’m sure King Karter wants him to do this in order to cut away any family control over his faggot.
Throughout this update Ethan will be referring to “dates”. However, he is not referring to dates like the ones people engage in when they’re interested in someone. These dates are pre-arranged by King Karter so that his faggots can service his Alpha Pack friends (sometimes for money). Just wanted you to keep that in mind.
Last, I need to tell you about a huge party King Karter brought all 3 of us over to on Labor Day weekend. I was already back for about 1 and 1/2 weeks. King Karter told me a few of his friends are having a Cookout, it was at another King’s house, basically, a Cookout is a party that lasts about 2 -3, sometimes 4 days, and Kings bring their white faggots and they all just fuck and smoke, eat, and get worshiped all weekend. #3 said they have one on or around July 4th, and around Christmas time, on Labor Day, and Thanksgiving, and maybe once some other time during the year. I have never been to one because I found King Karter later in the year, and I was away over the summer. King Karter said I must go because he wanted to show me off to all of his friends. He would get me a lot of dates that way. There were like 9 kings there, that includes King Karter, and 6 Faggots, (A few faggots and Kings would come and go because of like work obligations, or family stuff.) King Karter had me, #1 and #3. There was a barber guy who had a 19-year-old white fag. The faggot told me he works in the back of the barber shop to help clean and “help” with the special customers. There was one king who had 2 other faggots. King R and King L were there, but they were the only Kings I knew. Most of the faggots were in their 20s-30s, like me, and one was 19, and one was older, like in his late 40s, I think. We all took turns serving them, #1 and one other older fags made stations for us and had us on a rotation. One was bartending; I was on that station a lot because of my experience. A lot of kings liked my drinks because I am a bit heavy-handed. Two of the stations were serving food, and one of the stations was the bathroom attendant. We had to sit/ keel in the shower the whole time, and if an alpha wanted to take a piss, we had to become their urnal. One faggot also allowed them to shit in his mouth. One of the Kings is really into that and has his fag do it all of the time. King Karter said I didn’t have to do it this time, but he would like me to think about it for future parties and dates. I don’t think I will do that, but I also didn’t think I would like piss, but now, after not having alpha piss on me or in my mouth all summer, I actually like being pissed on a lot more. And I like drinking it more often now, not so much when it’s dark and yellow, it’s still rank, but I have liked the sub space it gets me into. King Karter said he would not make me do the shit thing if I really didn’t want to, but he said that Kings pays really well if he gets a faggot willing to do it. #3 said he has done it a few times, said 1 will do it, both said only if they pay King Karter a substantial amount. I told #3 I probably won’t do it.
I hope this doesn’t make me a bad faggot, Do you think I should do things I wouldn’t normally do, like things I might think are disgusting? I know you think Shit is a hard no, and I do too, but King Karter was right about me liking to drink his Piss after I got used to it. Does it make a faggot a bad faggot if they do not do what their Alpha/King wants them to do, but doesn’t really force the faggot to do it? Like, does it make me not as obedient then if I were to do it?
I just want to reassure Ethan that refusing to eat shit does not make him a bad faggot. Alphas who try to force faggots to do that have mental/emotional issues and are trying to harm the fag. There’s nothing safe about eating shit, and there’s no benefit except to fulfill some disgusting sadism.
Back to the party, so it lasted like 3 days, we (Faggots) took turns sleeping in one of the closets, the Kings got all the beds. It was like an orgy all weekend. Before going, King Karter told me I am to serve them in everything they wish, just as I serve him. It started with all of us faggots standing and kneeling and getting in the worship pose before telling them all each individually, that we are their faggot and we are here to service them this weekend, asking them to please use our bodies for whatever needs they had, whether it was for fucking, pissing on, or slapping around to get some aggression out. (That wasn’t so much this time, but #3 said sometimes it happens, like if they are stressed at work or from girlfreinds or life, or something) You know the porn videos where the white boy is on his knees surrounded by like 4-5 big huge black cocks, in his face, and going back and forth sucking them all, like that was me, like 5 times that weekend! ahhaa. I was also taken to one of the bedrooms on the first night and had my first gang bang with almost all of the kings; they all took turns fucking me. At one time, King Karter came in with one of his friends, and was just watching me from the doorway with a big like evil grin on his face, stroking his fat black dick. We were making eye contact as I was in doggy style getting fucked so hard. Eventually, they had him come over, and I started riding him, while he was fucking me, two of the kings, King R and another, I forgot his name, said they wanted to DP me. I looked at King Karter, almost trying to tell him I wasn’t sure I was ready, but he told them yes. So they tried. I was lying on King R’s stomach, facing him, and the other king got behind me and on top of me, was trying to fuck me at the same time. It was ok at first. Not a lot of discomfort, then it started hurting more, so after about 4-5 minutes, I asked them to stop. King Karter, I could tell, was disappointed, but he had them stop. I had been practicing over the summer with my dildos like I emailed you. But after that one time I emailed you about it hurting a lot, I stopped. King Karter said he was a bit disappointed, but he would like me to keep practicing more often now that I have a single room dorm. So by my first date, I could take it much longer.
Again, I don’t think Ethan should feel terrible about failing the DP experience. We’re talking about BLACK ALPHA COCK. Usually ONE black dick is tough enough to take, let alone two! Poppers might’ve made a slight difference here, but sometimes a hole can only stretch so much. I think King Karter made the right decision, especially if he wants his faggot’s hole to be usable in the future.
That leaves me to the end, He had my first ever date booked for next weekend for 4 days!! (I guess originally it was just going to be for the weekend, but after the party, the client extended it to all four days.) King Karter won’t tell me who it’s with yet, which makes me a little nervous, but I trust him. I am going to miss a few classes on Monday, and I have off on Tuesday because of Veterans Day. But I will make it up! I am both excited and very nervous. He said he had booked this one first and had 2 more before the summer ended, but after the party, he had like 10 more that he either booked or are in the works. I was a bit surprised I was that popular. I know one King kept saying to King Karter, “You’re going to make a lot of money on this Phat White Ass,” multiple times while he was slapping and squeezing my ass all weekend during the party. I know he was at least one of the ones who booked me. I am nervous and so excited at the same time.
So again, sorry I did not update you sooner. I will try to make it more common; I have just been so busy with everything. With classes, my new job, and serving King, like 3 times a week, as well as going to the gym like 4-5 times a week, and trying to keep a social life, I have a lot going on.
Thanks again to Master Francesco and to you for the help this summer for making me a better faggot and helping with my experience at serving King Karter and other Alphas and Kings!
What an update!
I’m incredibly proud of my brother Ethan for his performance! Nothing that King Karter has thrown at Ethan has been easy, but Ethan (like the best faggots) gamely tries his best to fulfill the demands of his Master!
I love that Ethan is experiencing what it feels like to be desired by hungry black Alphas. These Kings are circling Ethan like hungry sharks! Ethan’s gym-toned body and compliant, obedient attitude turns Men and Alphas on! They all want some one-on-one time with a premium faggot like Ethan!
But I think Ethan’s story highlights the importance of faggots taking their purpose seriously. He’s putting in the work, trying new aspects of his calling (like chastity), and exploring the richness he discovers with each passing day under King Karter.
I can only imagine how proud King Karter is of his latest faggot acquisition. After all, an Alpha’s faggot reflects on HIM.
And if that’s the case, then King Karter is the most glorified Alpha on Earth!
Locktober Day 21 (October 21) Day 482 locked in chastity
It’s Hump Day… and I’m still locked, still obeying, still owned and controlled by Declan.
Last night, Declan and I decided to unwind a little, just the two of us, a few edibles, and Mamma Mia 2. Yeah, I know… but trust me, watching that while high was next level. The colours, the music, the warmth of his body beside me, everything felt amplified.
I was curled up next to him, wearing nothing but my collar and boxers. Declan was lounging back, one arm resting behind his head, the other idly tracing the outline of his cock through his shorts. His way of reminding me that even when we’re relaxed… he’s still in control.
Just after midnight, he suddenly said,
“Hand me your iPad.”
I didn’t even think twice. I passed it over, eyes still glued to the movie. About twenty minutes later, there’s a knock at the door. It startled me a little, it was late, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. Declan didn’t move, just smirked.
“Go get that.”
So I got up, bare chest, collared, messy hair, and opened the door. A delivery guy stood there holding a massive McDonald’s bag. He looked me up and down slowly and smiled.
“Here you go, sexy.”
I froze. My face went hot.
Before I could even respond, my iPad buzzed with a message:
“My number in case you ever want it 😉”
Then the order closed out.
I turned back to Declan, still standing in the doorway in nothing but my boxers, and asked,
“Did you order this?”
He nodded, grinning.
“Yeah. Go plate it for me.”
I carried everything to the kitchen, the smell of fries and burgers filling the air and started arranging the food on plates. Declan always eats like a king, and I love making it perfect for him.
When I brought it over, I instinctively sat down next to him to eat, but he shook his head slowly and tapped the floor.
“No, babe. On your knees. I want you cockwarming me while I eat.”
I felt that familiar rush of heat shoot through my body, half fear, half desire.
If you’ve never experienced it… cockwarming is when you hold your partner’s cock in your mouth or hole, completely still. No sucking, no movement, no pleasure for yourself. Just serving. Just being there, his.
I knelt in front of him, hands behind my back, opened my mouth, and he guided his soft cock between my lips. No motion, just stillness. His scent. The weight. The quiet control.
He ate in total silence while I knelt there, drooling around his cock, staying perfectly still. His cock would grow and shrink and I continuously gagged from the movements. The movie kept playing, music, laughter, colours dancing on the screen but all I could hear was his chewing, the occasional swallow, and my own heartbeat in my ears.
When he finished eating, he placed his plate aside and leaned back. His hand slid to the back of my head and his cock started to thicken, pulsing between my lips.
Without warning, he pushed deeper, down my throat. My reflexes kicked in and my hands moved forward, trying to balance.
“DID I SAY TO MOVE?!?”
I froze instantly. Hands went back behind my back, posture straightened, and I let him take full control.
He began to thrust deep, hard, slow strokes that made my eyes water. He watched the movie while using my throat, keeping that same calm expression, like I was just another part of his night. And then, with a low groan, he came hard, shot after shot flooding down my throat while I swallowed every drop.
When he finished, he let go of my head, leaned back, and said quietly:
“Go get me a drink. Then you may eat.”
I stood, wiped my mouth, brought him his drink, and only then did I grab my plate of cold fries and burger with no ketchup or anything on it.
That’s life as his. No complaints. Just service. Love my man. Love his cock. Wish I could use mine. 🍌💦
I get a little dismayed when I look at findom. Faggots throw tens of thousands of dollars a month at each of these young straight Alphas in the desperate hope of feeling owned by them. Unfortunately, these Alphas have no interest in owning faggots, and worse, wouldn’t have the first clue on how to do that.
These findom Alphas are almost entirely hot social media Alphas, the kind you see flexing for the cameras at your local Planet Fitness gym. They’re opportunists, sliding into the DMs of faggots like storm-chasing roofers looking for a quick payday.
I find it sad that, for most of these cash faggots, they’ll never know the peace and sense of purpose that comes from being owned by true Alpha Masters. Oh, the things they could learn if they were!
For instance, there’s Master @theOMGboss. I’ve known him for a long time (ever since my earliest days on Tumblr), and he owns personal, in-home fags as well as a huge stable of cash fags.
But he’s different than the rest:
This is the attitude of a true Alpha Master who understands how to cultivate submissive faggots and turn them into valuable possessions that he knows completely.
Another great example of a true Alpha Master and Owner of faggots is @the247Master. He actually owns and develops what are essentially faggot beasts of burden.
This Masters perspective is clear:
These are incredible Alphas who have accepted hierarchy completely and have bravely forged lives so they can experience everything that is possible.
And by embracing their natural role as Master, they have also taken the responsibility of caring for and training their faggots. They give their faggots the chance they’d otherwise never have, to fully experience what being a faggot means.
There’s no way a faggot can receive that kind of true fulfillment from some arrogant 20-year-old InstaDom/ cashmaster.
To the Alphas reading this: take seriously the commission nature gave you. You were meant to lead, teach, train, and discipline. You were born to OWN inferiors and shape them into useful possessions. Take that seriously.
To the faggots reading this: your commission as a faggot is deeper and more important than sending a couple of $20 bills to a kid on Twitter with nice feet. It means something to be truly owned and trained by an Alpha Master. Don’t give away something as precious as your loyal submission to Men who have no clue or desire to own and train you!
Hierarchy is important to me. It’s important to society. We have roles we’ve been given in that greater scheme, but far too often those gifts are wasted.
And when those gifts are wasted, human potential is wasted.
So embrace your purpose, embrace the truth, and set your mind on greater possibilities!
Hi Sam, this is fag cocksucker, a fan of your blog. I have two questions. The first is about fagBNB /subBNB, because I heard that this program has been delayed or canceled. And here’s the question: will it be resumed, do you have any updates on this, or not? Because I think it’s a program with great potential, I would very much like to use it myself, of course.
The second question, or rather not a question, but rather an idea/ different view at fagBNB. Because I live in a place where, I think, not many masters would simply want to come on vacation or so. So, what do you think about a solution where the master announces himself and his apartment/place to sleep in exchange for service? Of course, everything must be signed in a contract, everything must be agreed upon etc. In exchange for accommodation/a place to sleep, fag can serve the master in any way the master wishes like sexual service, cleaning, cooking for the master, shopping (the master can save money on shopping), or simply giving a blowjob a few times a day in gratitude for the accommodation. Fag can be on his vacation, maybe can work from Master place or whatever. But the Master in the end have checked fag for service. I think this idea is also worth considering, because every fag would be happy to go even to a smaller town just to serve a master. Tell me what you think.
Thank you for the question, brother!
Yes, SubBNB is currently sidelined and/or cancelled given that Master Raz (the co-creator of it) is serving in the military. However, I’ve started a proto-FagBNB on the FREE Hierarchy Discord, available right now. I am looking into ways to make it work viably on the Discord, but for now there is a room open for that service.
As to your other idea, I think it has merit. However, knowing online Masters as I do, I think it’s unlikely that Masters would open their homes to online faggots. Men (and particularly Alphas) are very compartmentalized. They like to keep the various parts of their lives separated. Viewing from the Alpha perspective, I think they’d be uncomfortable with a faggot “invading” their personal space.
I could be wrong, though. Maybe some Alphas can weigh in on this idea.
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Yesterday was day 464 of being locked in chastity under Sir Declan’s control (Locktober day 2).
Last night started off like the perfect kind of evening you imagine in your head but never think will actually happen. Sir had already texted me earlier in the day telling me to show up at the gym. As soon as I walked in, his eyes told me everything: this wasn’t going to be a “regular” workout. Between sets he’d whisper in my ear, “I’m going to make your body better for me. Stronger, tighter, more useful. You’re mine to build.” Each word was like a pulse down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement.
After we left the gym, we came home. I immediately started preparing dinner after my shower exactly as he’d instructed earlier in the day. I had all the ingredients laid out; I knew the timing had to be perfect. He likes things a certain way: his plate built just right, sauces in the correct order, and the tray neat so he can eat from the couch. I didn’t even make my own plate at first. Instead, I knelt at his feet, rubbing his arches, running my thumbs over the tension in his heels while he ate.
Halfway through his meal he looked down at me, smiled, and said quietly but firmly, “Go get your food.” I got up and made my own plate, but instead of joining him on the couch, I had to sit on the floor at the coffee table, back turned to him, eating like a servant while he ate like a king. I could hear him breathing, feel the weight of his gaze on me.
We started a movie and for a few minutes I felt that rare softness; he let me curl up next to him, his arms around me, his hand lazily resting on my locked cock through my shorts. But I know him well enough to recognize when that softness changes. His body language shifted. His grip tightened.
He stood up and without raising his voice said in that low, unmistakable tone, “FOLLOW ME!” As we got in the bedroom, he said: “Hands over the cage now.” My stomach dropped. I knew what was coming.
The cage already sitting there like a silent threat. I raised my arms. He grabbed my left wrist and clicked the cuff to the top bar of the cage, then my right wrist to the other side. Cold metal. No movement. My body completely exposed.
Then came the first strike of the paddle. Not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to sting and echo in the room. He paused, reached for the permanent marker, uncapped it with his teeth, and began writing across my back in thick black letters: “Owned by Declan.” The ink felt cool at first, then hot as my skin burned from the paddle.
By the time he was done, my ass was bright red, my back a billboard with his name across it, my cock locked and throbbing, collar snug against my throat. He left me like that, wrists chained, ass stinging, for a good 30 to 45 minutes. I could hear him moving around, watching TV in the next room. Every so often he’d come back, rub my ass with his palm, slide his fingers into my mouth and say, “I love you, babe,” before disappearing again. Each time was a tease, a reminder of both his affection and his control.
When he finally released me, he didn’t send me away. He pulled me to the couch, had me lie on my stomach with my head on his lap so he could stroke my hair while watching more TV. My red, sore ass was on display the whole time. His other hand lazily rested on my back where his name was still written, fingers tracing the letters like he was reading them silently.
This is the reality behind the photos and the stories. This is the mix of discipline, service, and care that makes me his.
Hope you enjoy, comment and tell me what you think.
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Not sure if you remember but some fag “Tom” wrote to you a few months ago? Well turns out he took your advice since I woke up to a letter on my desk last week of some “letter to an alpha”. Safe to say I was surprised that my roommate was a complete beta. Here’s a little context, Tom and I moved in together for uni a few weeks ago and we never really talked beyond furniture and shit like that. He was always quiet and didn’t make much sound which was quite nice but I always thought I could feel him ogling me when I changed, never had any proof but I could sense it. After the first few days I just ignored it, I’m used to other men looking at me in lockeroom so a roomie isn’t so different. Not to brag but I’ve always been the center of attention, it’s not like I try to be it just happens. Anyways last week when I was getting ready for class I found a printed letter on my desk from you know who and I confronted him about it. He was kind of vague and nervous about it, talking about some hierarchy alpha fag thing and just told me to scroll your site. Not gonna lie there’s a lot on here and I just don’t have the time nor do I want to comb over a bunch of gay porn so I thought I’d use his email to ask you directly. Where do I go from here? I’m straight and don’t really want to do any gay shit so for now I’ve just been having the fag clean the room and help me with some tedious work.
I am sure the letter and your roommate’s revelation came as something of a surprise, but the message itself was probably not as surprising. After all, you freely admit that you’ve always been a leader wherever you go and people always cater to your wants and needs.
That’s because you were born Alpha, Sir. You were always meant to be served in some way or another by inferiors like your roommate. I have no doubt that, if you examine your past, you’ll be able to recall many others who submitted and served you in various ways. It’s always come easy for you, hasn’t it? That’s your natural Alphahood at work, silently but undeniably controlling the impulses and actions of lesser ones you encounter in life.
I do want to correct you on one thing, Sir. Your roommate isn’t beta … your roommate is a faggot. There is a difference. Beta males will obey you when you tell them to do something, of course, but you don’t OWN them. However, faggots are the property of Men, especially Alphas like you. Your roommate is offering himself to you as your servant, your property.
I’m glad to hear that you’re already using your new faggot to perform domestic chores and other “tedious work” that is, of course, beneath you. That shows you have great instincts, Sir.
You asked where should you go from here … well, this can go as far as you want it to go, Sir. An owned faggot will obey your wishes in all things, so really anything is possible. Increase your faggot’s responsibilities. Have your faggot kiss your feet whenever you return to the dorm. Have your faggot give you massages and foot massages. If you needed to unload, you could make your fag suck your dick or drink your piss or whatever. It’s literally up to you, Sir. (I know you might not agree about a faggot sucking your dick as a straight Alpha, but this site has compiled a lot of evidence that straight Men use faggots as cocksuckers A LOT more than anyone knows … READ THESE TESTIMONIALS).
I also highly recommend scent training with your new faggot, Sir. It’s likely your faggot is already addicted to your pheromones, but scent training only increases the hypnotic effect. Have it kneel and inhale your scent from your crotch (you can leave your pants or underwear on), or have it deeply inhale the scent of your armpits. Foot worship will also have this effect.
Another thing I recommend is putting your faggot in chastity, Sir. Faggots should not be allowed to use their penises like Men do. Chastity cages prevent the faggot from playing with itself, but they also shrink the fag’s penis and keep the faggot focused on its purpose – serving you.
I think you will discover that faggot ownership vastly increases your power, Sir. This is one of the great untapped secrets that most straight Alphas refuse in life because of the “gay” stigma attached. You must understand that Hierarchy affects all people regardless of whether or not they acknowledge it. Men have owned faggots since forever. Entire civilizations (the Romans, the Greeks) were practically founded on that principle. Gladiators were serviced by faggots prior to battle in the Coliseum. And on and on. The British Empire had Kings, and those Kings owned male slaves that served them.
It’s simply the way of the world. The fact that straight Alphas refuse to own slave males (faggots) for their needs simply because they think it’s “gay” denies history AND denies themselves of the great power they receive through owning them.
I’m betting you’re already feeling some increase of power just from starting to accept your faggot’s service, which is why you’re writing now. You’re starting to sense there is a greater power to come from your ownership of this faggot, and you’re right. There is much more than you can know, Sir.
So don’t stop growing into your proper role, as a MASTER and eventual God Alpha!
Thank you again for writing, Sir. Please tell your faggot “Tom” that I’m proud of him for having the courage to offer himself. And Sir, please feel free to write at any time. You can use my personal email if you’d like: hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com. Thank you, Sir!
Yesterday made it painfully clear why Sir Declan set this sentence, being moody for being cucked while he had a weekend date wasn’t acceptable, and he decided I needed to learn the lesson properly.
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Day one started with paddles and 4½ hours locked in my jail cell. I was sore, humiliated, and already missing him which is exactly the point.
When he came home from the gym yesterday he didn’t say much. He had me put my hands through the bars of the cage and the cold metal cuffs clicked shut around my wrists. The cuff chain tightened so I couldn’t pull back. Then he latched shackles on my ankles to the cage so I was forced to stand there, exposed and completely immobilized. He pulled my shorts down, and every strike of the paddle landed with a loud slap and a burning sting that worked its way into my thighs and ass. Between hits he would whisper that he loved me and that this was necessary for us to be right, that the pain was part correction and part care.
When the paddling stopped he unfastened the cuffs, ordered me to strip, and shoved me back into the cell naked. The door slammed and the lock turned. I sat on the cold floor with my hands over my chest, breathing in the quiet, feeling the afterburn of each hit and the shame that came with it.
Four hours later he came back. The click of his keys felt like a mercy. He opened the cell and let me come sit on the floor in front of him while he relaxed on the couch. He put his hands on my shoulders and worked out the knots with firm presses. Every so often he’d kiss the top of my head like I was a child he both owned and wanted to protect. We turned on The Simpsons, a small, ridiculous bit of normalcy and the contrast between the tenderness and what I’d just been through made me ache to be better for him.
When it was time for bed I was allowed to sleep with him, but mercy didn’t mean freedom. Sir was hard and told me to work on his cock. I climbed on top and obeyed. His skin was warm against my mouth, his fingers tangled in my hair, and he kept my head down until he emptied himself, hard and hot down my throat. He didn’t let me pull away; he made sure I swallowed every last drop. Afterward he murmured, “Good boy, you didn’t gag this time. Okay, now bed time.” Praise that stung almost as much as the paddles, because it reminded me I’d passed another test.
I expect tonight when I come home from work I’ll be greeted at the door with handcuffs again, escorted straight to the bedroom for more paddles, and returned to my cell to continue the sentence. I don’t like the discipline, but I understand it. I appreciate his guidance, his corrections, and his love, even when it’s rough. I will keep working to be the submissive he wants, to obey, and to earn those small, private moments of tenderness.
Zack (Owned by Sir Declan) ——————————
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Being collared would terrify and embarrass many people. To most, it’s just a piece of metal around your neck. But for me, when Declan locks that collar on, it’s everything. It’s proof that I’m owned, that I belong to him completely, and that my only purpose is to worship him like the god he is.
And it doesn’t stop at the collar. He locks my cock too. I can’t touch myself, I can’t cum when I want, because my body doesn’t belong to me, it belongs to him. He decides when I get release, if I ever get it at all. Most of the time he just laughs and reminds me:
“Loads go in you, not out of you. You’re my personal cum dump, and you should be grateful for that.”
That’s my reality. While other boyfriends might give kisses and cuddles, mine makes me swallow his cum, takes me raw and dumps loads deep in my ass, and uses my body as his urinal when he wants. Humiliating? Absolutely. Degrading? Of course. But it’s also the deepest act of care and control, because every time he does it, I’m reminded that I’m his, fully and permanently.
Being owned by Declan means I don’t just serve him, I live for him. I exist to make him happy, to take whatever he wants to give me, whether it’s affection or punishment, spit or piss, cock or hand across my ass. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.
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Im a 35 yo muscular handsome alpha male, i live in california. i don’t discriminate when it comes to holes. as long as i can breed and cum i’m fine with a faggot or a woman or a beta male whatever the fuck they are.
I go to the gym a lot and of course guys and faggots they all fucking stare at me. I try to ignore them and focus on my fucking workout. ‘Cos i dont want any distractions. If a fag comes my way and asks my something, i fucking give him a humiliating look and tell him to go away cos my time is fucking valuable unless you give me a fucking hole, which in this case you can’t because im at the fucking gym.
anyway, i leave the gym and come home and thats when i fucking feel so powerful and horny you have no fucking idea. My alpha hood is off the charts, faggot. I fucking need a faggot right then and there but its not easy to find a fag when you need it the most. This means I need a fucking living faggot, but man its not easy when you have a girlfriend who cooks all the time and cleans around. I dont wanna have to explain it all to her because she doesnt fucking understand. She doesnt like to suck cock and it makes me furious. I fucking want a hole, a mouth after the gym every day. How do i resolve this, faggot and how the fuck is my gf gonna be okay with this? I dont have a fucking spare room for the fag! We live in a one bedroom and she is always home cleaning and shit. If i brought a faggot around (which happened once and she flipped out and told me i was fucking gay- which pissed me off so i fucked her in the ass) but i do like her and i dont want to lose this bitch. What the fuck am i gonna do faggot?
its easy for you to say get a house faggot and have him around when you need it but fuck real life doesnt work that way. I either will get rid of this bitch and get a house faggot to service me after the gym every day or i will continue dominating this bitch to suck me off which she doesnt like. This is killing me faggot! How do i fucking get both worlds? I am a fucking alpha you know what i mean! I have always gotten what i wanted and i will but this shit…
Sir, thank you so much for writing to me!
I can definitely feel your frustration and rage over this tough situation. I know that Alphas need to cum often, and they also need lots of opportunities to rut and pound and also be worshiped. When they don’t get that, they become much like a wild lion in a small cage.
It sounds like you have no shortage of faggots eager to serve you, Sir. At least that’s not an issue. And you’re clearly bold enough to tell a faggot in public to kneel and service you, which is also a plus.
While owning a live-in faggot or two is ideal for a straight Alpha like you, that’s not possible unless you get rid of the girlfriend. But Sir, why don’t you find a couple of faggots near you that you can go to whenever you need to dump a few loads? Alternatively, why couldn’t you take ownership of one of the faggots at the gym, make it your personal assistant while you work out (fetching drinks, spotting, and putting away equipment/cleaning), and then use its throat in your car (or its place) afterward?
My suggestions are only meant to give you relief and worship right now, because from there you can start planning for how you can change your circumstances so you can have the Kingdom you want and deserve.
I hope my suggestions help Sir! Thank you so much for writing! If you’d like, I’d love to talk to you more in-depth about your life of dominance and your understanding of hierarchy. My email is hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com. I also recommend that you join my Discord, Sir.
First of all thanks for the website. As a straight alpha, I love reading these real stories that make me understand more about my self and being superior. It concretizes how I have been feeling all these years amongst my friends and all of the faggots I have encountered with and fucked and used.
I have a girlfriend. We always go swim together. This time, she was busy and I went alone. And I met this fag, it is a fat, unattractive, older fag and as soon as I saw it look at me, I knew it was a real fag. I stood over it as it was in the pool and without me saying anything this fag started rubbing my feet in front of everyone! Fucking fag i said to his face. You want to serve right.? He nodded and gave me his phone number. Anyway, as time went by we went on talking and I told it to do my laundry. (Thats the thing I hate doing the most and as an alpha I don’t know why I have to do this. Fags should be doing it for me.) at first it resisted but then I convinced it that the only reason I talk to it was because i need service from it, like sucking me off when my girlfriend is not available and am angry and tired, and do my laundry. Those are what I need most of the time. It finally said yes and this went on for a while. I would text it every morning I was horny and go over to release my energy and cum.
The first encounter was pretty harsh. It needed to be really trained. This fag thought it could be boyfriends with me. I was like WTF DUDE, NO. I literally slapped it so much , im Not kidding, that he finally understood who I am and what it is. And he had no idea how to suck dick. I specifically gave it instructions every time how I liked it. It learned. And we did it many times. Sometimes 3 times each meet up. I am a very very very horny alpha, i have to cum at least 4 times a day. I told it that.
Then later though, it started bitching about the chores I gave it. Which was laundry and it making me cum 3 times a day. I got angry and told it that I cannot own it anymore because this is how it goes fag.!
this fag still texts me and i know it wants it but it doesnt want to fucking do what i tell it to do. It wants a relationship with me. And doesnt want to do my laundry and it gets tired of sucking my cock. But i ignored it and have not texted it back at all. You sam as a fag, what do you recommend I do with this old faggot? I think i need to find other fags who deserve my presence more. I know my head is in the right place. I know who I am. I think this fag really deserves a good beating. Not just getting slapped. I am a reserved alpha guy, i like my space alone, my gf even wants to move in and i said no. I want privacy. And a fag to suck me off every morning and lunch at least twice.
Sir, thank you very much for writing to me!
I’m actually mortified by the behavior of this faggot, Sir. I really have no words for its behavior.
There are myriad reasons why I started this site ten years ago, and one of them definitely was to provide instruction to faggots on how to properly serve and worship straight Alphas like you. I learned my lessons young, and as I continued to serve straight Alphas my appreciation for the privilege only grew deeper and stronger.
I don’t know how old you are and how old this faggot is, but I sense you are pretty young and this faggot is in its fifties (just based on its general stupidity regarding Hierarchy). Something I’ve noticed is that older faggots are often still suffering under the delusion that they are not faggots, but just some submissive bottom with some semblance of rights and worthy of respect. Many times they don’t even identify as faggots or acknowledge that such a condition actually exists even as they’re functioning as one!
It’s inexplicable to me, Sir. This site proves beyond any reasonable doubt that Hierarchy is true and that faggots exist to serve Alphas (hell, I think there is enough scientific data here to make Neil deGrasse Tyson a believer!). The fact that this faggot couldn’t see it and feel it even as you claimed it in the wild and took ownership of it just boggles my mind. I can only imagine all of the good faggots out there reading this and feeling infuriated that such a golden opportunity for service was wasted on such a stupid and pathetic queer! I know it pisses me off!
Frankly, I think you should dump the faggot, Sir. It’s not worth the attempt to train it, unless you’re really wanting to be frustrated to the point of beating it.
Sir, there are a lot of good young faggots you can claim just as you did this moron. You’re clearly confident enough to look at a faggot and command it to serve you right then and there. The scenario you described (owning a faggot to do domestic chores and suck you off four times a day) is absolutely possible TOMORROW for a true straight Alpha like you.
Why put off taking what you truly deserve, Sir? You’re in the prime of your Alphahood. You deserve to live your best life, one filled with endless worship and service! Go take it all, Sir!
i stopped lying too myself and accepted that i need and want a LTR in S&M … how do i find and approch an alpha to serve and look for ltr… i have no experience and i need and want training…in the privacy in his home, what i crave is being owned by him and making him happy
Brother, thank you for writing!
Congratulations on finally embracing the truth about yourself! That’s a huge hurdle to overcome!
What you’re describing is, I think, the most elusive goal that every faggot wants to find. A long-term service relationship is the ideal, but it might not be realistic at first. You are, after all, brand new to all of this. What you really need to do is look for Alphas to serve, either a one-time experience or in an ongoing way. Learn to walk before learning to run.
There are ways to find Alphas. The first way I always recommend is to look around your social and work circles and find those Alphas you already know in some way. This gives you a relatively safe way to offer services of some kind. If not, then apps like Grindr or TheBlowers.com will help you connect immediately to Alphas looking for service. Those two methods are the going to be the primary ways to find them.
There are more advanced methods (like joining a gym and offering service to the Alphas there), but I wouldn’t recommend them at this point.
Also, findom (online financial domination) is a possible way of at least getting some service time in a controlled way, but I don’t know about your financial situation.
You might want to join my Discord so you can talk to other faggots and some Alphas. You can do that by CLICKING HERE.
All in all, you should be very proud of yourself, brother. Have faith and apply yourself, and you will find success!
Hi Sam Recently, I hooked up with this Scottish cowboy named Damien he’s 29 5 foot 7 175 pounds give or take he’s skinny but also really strong and recently I’ve been spoiled by my new master my new alpha
and I know it sounds great in everything but when I try to buy him stuff or use my money to help him in ways, he gets a little bit irritated with me now don’t get me wrong. I clean his house. I cook for him. I do everything that a simple Fag should do for him. I don’t stay at home though I work just like how he does we both work really hard.
there have been a few times where I’ve actually caught him dicking down some whore not another guy just some bitch in our bed and I won’t lie. I enjoy watching his ass flex as he destroys her. It’s always interesting to see where his dick is in her stomach, that’s how big he is by the way. I’m also really happy to see that when it comes to women he wears a condom when it comes to me he doesn’t
sorry, I got distracted on that part as I was saying whenever I try to buy him stuff or just groceries for him, he gets a little bit irritated with me and says that I should not be doing this and each time I ask him why he goes silent
is there something wrong with what I’m doing or is it just him Sam in your opinion? Does this sound like you’re atypical alpha or does this sound like one of those rare unicorn type situations?
p.s. i’m glad you’re back. I’ve and all of us have actually missed you. Hopefully, this time you don’t get arrested because your friend had drugs in the car.
Brother, thank you for the question!
Master Damien sounds like a pretty typical straight Alpha to me. Many of them are headstrong and self-reliant and hate for others to do anything for them other than get them off sexually.
In fact, I think it’s such an irrational, knee-jerk reaction that he can’t even explain it himself, which is why he “goes silent” when you ask why.
You’re doing a good job, brother. Your Master needs to more fully accept and embrace his Alphahood and understand that subs like you need to serve him. You can’t stop yourself from serving him any more than Master Damien can stop fucking things with his gigantic dick.
Eventually Master Damien will come around, I promise!
P.S. Thank you for the well wishes. The year I’ve had since being released from prison has been almost as tough as the prison sentence itself, but I’m close to righting the ship.
