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.
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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.
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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.
The following post is part of a thread following the development of a deep Master/faggot relationship between a faggot named Alberto and his straight childhood friend and Master Andre. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When my brother Alberto wrote to tell me how straight Master Andre got rid of his conniving, manipulative girlfriend Angela (HERE), I asked Alberto to finally show his Master the entire thread concerning their lives. At the very least, I wanted to show respect to a great Alpha like him, but I also hoped he might more fully understand Hierarchy by putting his experience in greater context.
I knew Alberto would do it, because he is an excellent faggot. Good boy, Alberto! I’m proud of you!
What follows is Master Andre’s most incredible response to what he discovered. Through his words we can see the righteous heart of a natural-born Protector Alpha and true King:
Hi, I am not sure how to start this letter, but my name is Andre. You have been talking to my friend Alberto and my ex-girlfriend Angela. Last night, Alberto told me everything that goes on here and sent me a link with all the posts from Angela and himself, since April. I read every single word and at first was quite upset that my story was being shared for thousands of people without my consent. But Alberto was right next to me and told me that he did not want to do it, he just reached out to you after everything that happened with Angela. And that’s okay, it’s no reason to be mad at him.
Now that everybody knows what is going on, I’d like to know the famous Sam as well, since Angela and Alberto seem to really enjoy what you do here. What Alberto said about us is all true, we’ve been friends since we were born and I have always protected him. When we were at high school, everybody liked me, I went out with many girls, and I had no problems at all with the guys. But I lost many friends defending Alberto (and I would’ve lost all of them to protect my little brother). I remember one day that I was at soccer practice, came back to the classroom, and found Alberto alone crying at the corner of the room, with one of my closest friends laughing. The teacher hasn’t come yet, so there was just a bunch of students there. Some girls hanging out, some guys talking, and them Alberto was the only one by himself, crying and nobody was doing anything. I could feel my blood boiling looking at Alberto lonely like that, so I ignored everyone else and went to him like an arrow to the corner of the room. I first asked if he was hurt because some guys had already tried to punch him for being gay and I was always around to save him. He hugged me when I approached him, saying that he wasn’t hurt, but he was feeling embarrassed because that guy laughing (who was my friend from soccer) had spit on him. Then he showed me his uniform and there was a disgusting spit already drying out on his t-shirt.
I turned to the guy still laughing at Alberto and asked what was going on. The guy, probably thinking that I would laugh with him, just said “well, if he wants to be a faggot, he needs to get used to it.” Alberto had not stopped crying yet, he was so afraid, he was shaking in fear at the corner of the room, afraid of even looking at the guy. My only reaction was grabbing the guy with my left hand and punching him with my right hand three times, right to his face. When he tried to punch back, I spit right on his eyes and said “you’re right, it feels good to spit on a faggot”. When the teacher entered the room, she saw Alberto crying, the other guy with a bleeding mouth and spit on his face, and I was standing between them. We were all sent to the principal’s room and we were all suspended, including Alberto who had not done anything wrong, but the homophobic slut always found ways to punish him for being a victim. We went back home and Alberto couldn’t stop repeating how sorry he was because I got in trouble because of him, I told him that I did what I should have done and he shouldn’t be sorry for anything. He was really embarrassed and disgusted for that shirt with the guy’s spit, so I took my shirt off, gave it to him, and threw his shirt out. So we walked down the street side by side, I was shirtless, he was wearing a shirt twice his size. But at least nobody would hurt him with me there.
I was 17 and I know my attitude was wrong, I shouldn’t have punched the guy, nor used the expression “faggot” as a slur to insult him. I should have taken care of Alberto instead of unleashing my anger on his bully. In any case, this is just one of the many times I got in trouble to protect him and I would have done everything again if I could go back in time. The whole point is that Alberto is really important to me. He is more important than any of my family members, to be honest. I wake up everyday thinking about how to make sure he is safe, protected, and happy. For this reason, a lot of people think that I am gay or that we are a couple. And I want to make it very clear, now that my life is public here: I am not gay, I have never thought about being gay, I have no doubts about that. I love women, I feel attraction for women, and I want to get married one day and have children with a woman.
Moreover, before meeting Angela, I had always seen Alberto as a little brother, so I would never feel any sort of sexual attraction toward him, even if he was a girl. But Angela gets really horny when she sees strong men fucking submissive men, and she insisted a lot, you have no idea. She said in her first post that I said “a hole is a hole” but this is a complete lie. First, I had never thought about being with another man before. Also, I would never refer to Alberto as “a hole”, he’s the most important person in my life. What happened in fact is that Angela basically blackmailed me and after three or four fucks, she said that she would not let me fuck her again, unless I brought a third one to our bed. His pussy was a great fuck, so I tried to convince her to forget about that, but she was totally inflexible. That was the only reason why I considered touching another man. Otherwise, I would never do it. She also said that we had “the right amount of wine”, but that was not the case either. She brought a lot of alcohol one night and did not drink anything, she kept insisting on to drink a lot, but she remained sober the whole time. When Alberto and I were completely drunk, she put my dick out pretending that she would suck it, and then she forced Alberto’s head against my cock. We never agreed to do it, but we were too drunk, and I was barely reacting at that point.
On the next morning, she told me that if I didn’t start fucking her with Alberto by my side she would tell all my friends and family that I was in the closet and that I have always been Alberto’s boyfriend, since middle school, which couldn’t be more false. But I didn’t want her to go around spreading this lie, so I decided to let Alberto suck me one day and at first it was really weird, but he confessed all the feelings he had for me and said that would be a great honor if I allowed him to touch my cock. So I let him do it and I won’t lie: I started enjoying it, although it felt weird for several days until I got used to it.
Another important thing that I must say is that Angela did all this scheme because she is really into that. She would love touching herself while Alberto was on all fours for me, but she has never thought about Alberto. What she said about Alberto not being smooth for me and I got angry at him is ridiculous, that never happened that way. What really happened that night is that Alberto in fact was a little hairy and when I saw him that way I told him that I wasn’t comfortable fucking him, but I immediately said that he could just stay with us, suck my dick, and have a good time. But Angela then said that if he wasn’t ready to take my cock, he could leave and wait in the other room. I never told him to leave, she lied for you. I was too horny, so I didn’t discuss, and banged her really hard, this part is true. But as soon as I finished, I went out to get Alberto in my arms, and told him that everything was fine, I didn’t want him to be upset. Then he sucked me (much better than Angela, btw), and I gave him a load to taste before going to bed.
Anyway, I think this is enough for you to know how selfish Angela was. Alberto’s last post, unlike hers, is 100% true in every single detail. But I also want to add that, besides trying to deceive me and getting pregnant without telling me, she would always talk to me when we were alone trying to get rid of Alberto. When we were in bed by ourselves she would say things like “you know, one day you will need to send Alberto back to his house, he can’t be here forever”. She literally just wanted Alberto’s hole to get horny watching me as I fuck him, and never more. Alberto is too naive sometimes and he thought they were friends, but she only wanted to fulfill her fantasy using the two of us. Now she will need to find somebody else because I don’t want her in my house ever again.
I admit that everything is really new to me. I have been fucking girls since I was 15, but now I am also fucking my best friend and it still is a little confusing. But at the same time I don’t want to stop having sex with Alberto. The way he looks at me, the way he follows what I tell him to do, the way he cooks and cleans the whole house. It’s difficult to describe how sweet he is. I haven’t seen your whole website yet, but I feel I have a lot to learn about what you call hierarchy. I would never call Alberto a “faggot” because this is a horrible word for me, but he’s trying to show me what it really means among homosexuals. I don’t know if I am bisexual, but I don’t think so because I do not get horny watching two guys making out. But when Alberto comes to my room completely naked I can only think about putting some cum deep inside of him.
I wanted to turn this page and introduce myself to you, Sam. I have no idea about what will happen next, but Alberto is my little brother and my best friend. Just like I got suspended multiple times in school protecting him, I will never let a woman separate us, no matter what it takes.
It is nice to meet you, Sam. Take care.
Best,
André.
Magnificent! What a breathtaking ode to deep friendship, true love, and the unrelenting power of a straight Protector Alpha!
I’ll talk directly to you, Master Andre, for the remainder of this post.
Master, first of all I thank you and praise you for what you’ve grown to be and the deep relationship you’ve built with Alberto. It’s one built on now decades of trust and loyalty and love. It’s an unshakeable bond, mainly due to your powerful Alpha instincts and Alberto’s submissive devotion.
But let me clear up a few of your concerns.
First of all, you are not bisexual or gay. You’re a straight Alpha. Straight Men have always owned and used faggots, not because they’re confused or can’t get pussy, but because of the POWER they feel when they are served by fags. If you glance through the stories embedded in the right sidebar, you’ll find thread after thread of real-life stories involving straight Alphas who have discovered the truth of faggot ownership and greater power. I think you are already understanding some of that through your use and ownership of Alberto.
And Master, I can appreciate your noble dislike of the term “faggot” to describe Alberto or myself. It shows you have a good heart. But I assure you that true faggots like us do not consider the term to be an insult, but rather a validation. We faggots are made by nature to serve and please Men like you, Master. There are few things more thrilling to us than to hear Men like you say “good boy” or “good faggot” because we feel validated in our natural role. I hope you understand this, Master.
I wanted to address the awesome statement you made about your newfound desire to pump your cum into Alberto when you see him. Why do you think that is? You may not realize it consciously, but Men (and particularly Alphas) use their cum to mark their territory, to claim people as property. By feeding/breeding Alberto, you’re staking your claim as his Owner, his Master. It is the deepest possible union, as your DNA is now part of Alberto’s bloodstream and you’ve marked him body and soul. He’s your faggot forever, Master!
So what’s next? You could take additional steps of ownership, like putting a chastity cage on Alberto or maybe putting a collar on him. I’m sure chastity cages seem like a punishment to you, Master (and sometimes they are used that way), but chastity cages also help faggots deepen their submission and respect for Alpha cock. However, Alberto is such an exceptional faggot that a chastity cage may not be necessary.
If you choose to give Alberto something like a cage or collar, I do recommend that you do it ceremonially. Make it a special event. This will impress upon Alberto’s mind and heart the seriousness of it.
Master, I am so very grateful for your letter and for the privilege of speaking with you! I think you are truly starting to grasp the greater power and purpose within you, as well as your true place in Hierarchy. And, thanks to your loyal friend and faggot Alberto, you can now embrace that destiny!
You can always reach me directly at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com, Master.
I am a 22 year old boy who is pretty feminine and people always assume I am gay but I am not ‘out’. My dad never really said anything about it, but one of his best friends figured it all out while I was growing up. Just when I celebrated my 18th birthday he had a talk with me. He is a mature very dominant Moroccan Alpha who has his own succesful businesses and he is pretty cocky.
In the conversation we had back in 2021 he told me that I am not only gay, but a faggot. And that he knew what to do with boys like me. So since then he has basically trained me and I have loved every minute of it. I suck his dick all the time, he takes me on business trips in the car so during long drives I have to suck him too. I tell my family I am going for a run while I actually clean his house and cook his food. Suck him while he watches TV and more…
The problem is that he does not seem to care if my dad one day finds out. He’s like ‘sooner or later he will know his son is a fag, at least let him be a good well trained fag then’. His cocky behavior sometimes leads to pretty risky situations, for example: he calls my dad in the car while I am sucking Sir’s Cock. And one time I was naked, caged and giving him a blowjob during a football game on TV when all of a sudden he started video calling my Dad. To talk about the game. I froze, but of course he did not show me and he just pushed my head back on his Cock. It’s not like he tries to out me to my dad, but he does not care as much about keeping the secret as I do.
It has always been great and it still is, he taught me everything about my true self and made me a really obedient faggot. I am forever thankful. I am just a bit nervous about it, do you think I should stop serving this amazing Alpha?
best,
a desperate fag brother x
Thank you for the terrific experience/question, brother!
It’s pretty remarkable that your Dad’s friend watched you and waited patiently until you were of age so he could claim you! How flattering, but also how humbling! Alphas have superior hunting instincts, and they see the truth about those around them. There’s no hiding from their gaze!
You must keep in mind that he claimed you as his faggot behind the back of his friend (your father). That’s really risky, but he clearly felt like owning you was worth it!
Now, you mention that he does some risky things when you’re servicing him, like calling your Dad on video chat, etc. You have nothing to fear, because this Alpha is simply using this as a hint of danger to make things more thrilling. He’s not going to ruin his friendship with your Dad, and he doesn’t want to hurt you. Trust him.
Should you keep serving him? Are you kidding me?? A wealthy, dominant Alpha waited YEARS just to own you, and you aren’t sure if you should keep serving him?
If you don’t, then I will! Or so will 1 billion other faggots around the world! Stop dragging your feet and WORSHIP HIM!!!
I’m a regular user of The Blowers and have had very satisfying experiences with a bunch of cocksuckers there. I was looking for your profile but couldn’t find you. What‘s your profile name? You mentioned it in at least one podcast episode but didn’t show in search.
Thank you for writing to me Sir! I’m glad you’re loving the easy access to faggot throat! It’s just what Men like you deserve!
Yeah, my previous account on that site was tied to my largest X account, so when I lost my X account I also lost The Blowers account.
My newest account on TheBlowers is simply called “Hierarchy”. It’s also tied to my biggest X account, @hierarchy_uni.
This post is part of a thread following Ben, a young Alpha who is learning how to manipulate and use faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Alphahood is a divine gift. Yes, some of it arises from the haphazard and random assemblage of chromosomes at conception, but there is another, more spiritual element to the truest Alphas that’s much harder to define.
We might refer to this mystical element as a “calling”.
Why certain Men are called to fulfill a birthright as an Alpha remains a mystery, but there is no doubt these Alphas feel the weight and responsibility as superior Men. They recognize the legacy they’ve inherited as part of an unbroken fraternal line of Alpha rulers throughout history.
These Alphas distinguish themselves in youth, and really begin to experience their power in their teens and early twenties. During this time, Alpha hierarchy is established, with the most gifted and powerful Alphas ascending to the highest-heights known to Man: The God Alpha.
Why they are chosen, we don’t know. But when a called Alpha embraces that calling, he fully becomes that God Alpha nature intended.
And then magic is possible.
Master Ben’s story (which started on FWA and continues here) is one that stuck with so many readers because they recognized what I also saw: Master Ben is a natural-born Alpha called to God Alphahood.
Master Ben’s first update in three years confirms the realization of that calling. He has ascended to God Alphahood!
Read:
Hello Faggot,
Thought I’d bless you with an update, it’s been a while.
My life has never been better, as the years have gone by my power has only increased and I’m more comfortable with it than ever. Every aspect of my life, and those of my fags, is under my full control – no matter where I go, be it home, work or in public, my every word becomes law. I’ve come to realise with even more certainty than I had the last time we spoke just how powerful Alphas like me are. That fire and undeniable need I spoke of back when I was discovering my true alpha status is still there and just as strong as ever, I feel it burning inside me always. It is clear to me now there are no limits to what I can achieve, it’s not just faggots or beta males – everyone is inferior to me. The people I work with, those I pass on the street or the people at the bar, even my inner circle. Sure – they aren’t all fags, but they sure as hell aren’t my equals. Life becomes so much easier and more pleasurable when you realise you really are the King. Some fall in line right away, some resist and push back or become indignant but they all break eventually.
At home things have only improved since we last spoke – as I’d mentioned to you back then, I was beginning to realise not all faggots are equal and I decided there’s no point wasting something as precious as my time and attention on those who are simply not worthy and so I’ve introduced a strict faggot hierarchy amongst those who serve me. More details later.
At work, I’ve been promoted – I’m quite literally the Boss. I have 3 departments that report to me, all the staff that work under me love and fear me in equal measure and the teams I manage have never been so efficient and successful. You might remember Joe – my cock-sucking former ‘boss’ – well, he no longer works with me. On my instruction he took early retirement, along with a fat payout, and has devoted his life and savings to me and I’ve found a much younger and sexier fag intern at work to take over his cock-sucking duties.
I now have a total of six live-in fags and countless others who serve me on an ongoing, if irregular, basis. I’m in full control of all the live-in fags’ finances – they keep the house immaculate, do all the menial shit that I’m too good for and take care of my every need and want. There’s not a moment that goes by where I don’t have multiple faggots doing something in service of me – whether they’re in my presence or not. I have to travel around the country quite a lot in my new role, ideally with my faggot intern. When I’m travelling I either take over a local fag’s house or apartment, assuming it’s up to my standards, or get put up in a hotel on company funds with fag cash to top myself up if I hit my company spending limit. Either way there’s never any shortage of fags nearby who are only too happy to get a taste of me.
I’ve become who I was always meant to be – I won’t be labelled as a ‘destroyer’ or ‘protector’ alpha or anything else. I do what I want, when I want with whichever fag, beta or slave I choose. I don’t limit myself any longer – I can be the gentlest, most caring Alpha you’ve ever had or I can let that primal rage take over and become a beast. I love to see fags trembling in fear and awe of me just as much as I love seeing faggots’ adoring faces staring up at me feeling safe, protected and cared for. Depends on the faggot, depends on my mood. Why box myself into a label or ‘role’ when I can have it all? The Power is intoxicating.
As I mentioned before – given how successful I’ve been both as an Alpha and in my career, my time and attention has become increasingly valuable. As such not all faggots deserve an equal share of me and I’ve put them into a sort of faggot hierarchy of my own which not only dictates how much, and what kind of, attention they get from me but also what duties and tasks they’re responsible for that make my life easier and better. At the bottom of the pile we have fag Dean and a new faggot, Sammy. Then we have Calum, Connor and Joe who are all live in fags (plus Matt and Lew – the fags that were involved in the cuckolding). Finally, and most importantly, we have my beautiful and most loyal boy Jack who sits at the top of the hierarchy of my faggots. The various fags who live around the country that I use on/off when travelling aren’t really worth mentioning in detail for the most part – though naturally, any outstanding acts of service may be highlighted if and when they occur.
Dean and Sammy are both the kinds of fag that are naturally limited. No matter how much effort, training or guidance they receive from me they are fundamentally broken people. They see themselves as worthless and thrive on humiliation and degradation – I’m don’t see why I should continue to waste my time trying to improve and better faggots that fundamentally have nothing more to offer than completion of the most basic of tasks. You might remember I was considering refurbishing the basement level of my house and creating rooms to house some of my faggots. Both Dean and Sammy live down there – they have a small living area and two small single bedrooms, they get fed and watered at meal times when one of my other fags takes their meals down to them after we’ve finished eating. Their responsibilities are largely limited to cleaning, laundry and taking out the bins etc… They get the occasional face fuck from me and are sometimes treated by being allowed to serve as my human urinal or footstool. They have no extra privileges as my other faggots do, their nubs are permanently locked, they have no control over their money, they get no allowance other than basic money to travel to and from work and they are not permitted to move freely around the house unless they’re carrying out their daily duties or have specifically been ordered to do something by me. It might sound like harsh treatment but continuing to try and raise them up was a waste of my time – fundamentally, they have found where they belong. I do still ensure they’re cared for and check in with them regularly to ensure that they are not struggling and to re-assess how they’re getting on but honestly, they seem happier than ever. It’s like I’ve taken away their need to think about how they serve me and dumbed it down to the simplest tasks which, ironically, seems to have given them a level of freedom and satisfaction they’d never fully experienced before.
Calum, Connor and Joe are all what I’d describe as your average fag. They’re good, loyal and obedient – they take instruction and guidance well and always want to prove themselves. They live on the second floor, Calum and Connor share a nice double room and Joe has a smaller single to himself. Joe is quite a bit older than the other two and to be honest I think they’re best off sleeping in separate rooms. It would be a bit cramped to have all three in one room, especially with Connor’s size, and more generally I don’t think Joe could keep up with the two younger guys. They are generally responsible for running errands such as grocery shopping, collecting/dropping off parcels, preparing our food and just general service around the house (fetching me drinks and snacks, answering the doors etc…). They eat at the same time as I do but they eat together in the kitchen, separate from myself and Jack. I use all three regularly, mostly to worship my feet, pits and ass or give me massages.They usually get to share a taste of my load at least once a day either direct from the source or I let them lick the cum off each others bodies or holes after I’ve finished breeding one of them. They get a few privileges – they can for the most part move around the house freely, except for my private office and the top floor master suite which are both off limits, they all have surrendered control of their finances to me but I give them a modest allowance back for them to spend as they wish. I keep them locked most of the time but do occasionally allow them to be uncaged and play with their man clits.
Finally my most prized faggot – Jack. There are no words to adequately describe how valuable Jack is to me – a more perfect fag never existed. It’s like he was born into this world custom made to be owned and used by me – he knows me so well I barely ever need to prompt or train him. I’ve never needed to correct him or discipline him and he trusts me with his life. There is nobody more committed or loyal to me in this world than Jack and I make sure he is rewarded well for his service. Jack sleeps with me each night on the top floor in my master suite, we eat together and relax together – he is always by my side, ready and waiting for his next chance to serve. He’s far too good to be wasted cooking, cleaning the whole house and running errands and doesn’t have set day-to-day duties like the others. Mainly I ask him to do things that require higher levels of trust – he does all the admin around the household bills once I’ve decided how money should be allocated and spent for example, places online orders on my accounts, helps keep my office and our top floor orderly. Mainly though his time is taken up by being with me – he treats me like the King I am and I make sure he’s treated like my Queen. He has free reign in the house, can choose when if/when he’s caged, gets a generous allowance to spend how he wants and also gets funds on top to buy things to keep the house looking nice etc… and has a limited amount of control over the other fags, they know how important he is to me so by keeping him happy they keep me happy. There are no limits to how I use Jack – one day we can have the gentlest, most loving sex imaginable and the next I can be brutal and unforgiving but Jack never wavers, he trusts me completely and afterwards I make sure he’s well looked after.
I think I may have discussed previously that the lines are blurred for me when it comes to Jack – I see him as more than just my faggot and intend to marry him at some point. Despite the fact I feel this way about him and the fact he has considerable privileges compared with the other fags the one thing that proves to me above all else that he is the perfect faggot for me is that I could wake up tomorrow and tell him all his privileges have been revoked and that he’ll spend the rest of his life scrubbing floors and cleaning toilets and it wouldn’t make the slightest difference. He’d still be just as devoted and loving, thank me for the honour and get straight to work. No matter how well I treat him or how much I raise him up, he never forgets his place and never imagines us as equals – he knows his place in this life is by my side and at my service and that is all he needs.
Much more to share but you and your faggot readers will have to wait – can’t spoil you all too much.
Your Alpha,
Master Ben
I’m not sure if God Alphahood has ever been so skillfully articulated before! It’s breathtaking to hear Master Ben describe the astounding breadth and power of his Kingdom so nonchalantly, as if he was describing the weather.
But that’s precisely the point: it IS nonchalant for him, because he’s simply becoming what he was called to fulfill.
I love the line “the power is intoxicating” to describe what he’s going through. It’s as if Master Ben plugged into a universal power source and all of the power of our natural world is now coursing through him!
And you can tell how comfortable Master Ben is with such awesome power. Everything is effortless for God Alphas like him. His power attracts money, position, pussy, worship, and obedience. The entire world bends to his will now that he’s embraced the truth of his calling.
I’ve often advocated for Alphas to own multiple in-house faggots/females to constantly worship and serve them. I just think that certain Alphas (particularly God Alphas) need the abundance of worship and the simulation of Kingship to grow their power more deeply.
That’s why I was thrilled to hear that Master Ben owns SIX live-in faggots! It sounds like Master Ben owns a mansion-sized house, so it can use six fags to tend to it, but it’s more than that. Master Ben is powerful enough to effortlessly own and direct six in-house faggots and receive nothing but absolute worship and service. That’s how he shows himself respect!
I love that Master Ben respects hierarchy enough to utilize hierarchical positions with his fags. The truth of hierarchy is so deep and ingrained that it can be used subconsciously to control others. That’s exactly what Master Ben is doing with his faggots, and I suspect he does the same at work.
But most of all, Master Ben has ascended so high that he’s beyond labels, beyond judgment, and beyond the comprehension of inferiors. He’s truly free, unencumbered by the concerns burdening lesser males.
Master Ben was called to God Alphahood, and he resoundingly answered! My little faggot heart rejoices for him and everyone blessed to serve him!
The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a straight college Alpha named Jason who has taken ownership of a faggot classmate named Mason! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
There’s really something happening among 15-30-year-old males that I find intriguing. There seems to be a widening interest and acceptance of straight Men and straight Alphas who own and use faggots. Hierarchy is becoming accepted and embraced more readily among that age group, Alphahood is more acknowledged, and the existence and purpose of faggots (including the use of the word) is becoming common.
Honestly, it’s actually quite exciting to see, and I love the fact that I’m playing a small part in that change. For me, the best part is seeing more straight Alphas taking ownership of faggots. When they own faggots, they become even more powerful than they ever could otherwise. As a faggot, I couldn’t want anything more than that.
Master Jason is the latest straight Alpha I’ve been blessed to know, and his journey into faggot ownership has been one of the most thrilling and detailed accounts I’ve ever covered. Lately, Master Jason has been taking ownership of a classmate named Mason, and in these updates we see clear evidence of a straight Alpha who deeply understands how to own and use faggots properly.
Master Jason sent me this latest update that features more of his training techniques:
Yo Sam, it’s been a hot minute since I last wrote so I just wanted to give you another update for ya. I’ve been hammered with work lately and just started summer so I didn’t have time to write. But I wanted to give you the big news that Mason has officially become my full fledged fag now!
It’s been a major change over the last two weeks but he has become more obedient than ever before and I am honestly proud of Mason for figuring out his direction. He confided in me during one of our sessions that he had a lot of trauma as a kid from his father that pressured him to become more masculine to compensate and stand for himself. I’ve kept the circumstances ambiguous given Mason’s own boundaries of what he felt comfortable letting you know, but I think that’s why he was so hesitant overall in dropping his masculinity and submitting for another man.
After hearing him out, I tried my best to comfort him yk but I realized what I needed to do to fully break him over the next week or so. The first thing I did was force him to solely wear tighty-whities and made him shave his entire body. I truly think this helped him reinforce he was losing his masculinity bc he’s a pretty hairy man and I think he was holding onto these strange notions of what he thought could be masculine like going to the gym. It’s been a while since I did them but I loved giving him wedgies to truly instill his humiliation but I made sure to check him after since he seemed to need some reassurance from people stronger than him from his trauma.
The second thing was to truly hammer in the fact that the slivers of masculinity he was holding onto were gone. I found out through my frat mate that Mason had two chicks on his roster that he fucked around with this year. I hit them up and they folded so easily and fucked both of them and got their permission to record everything. I ended up sending the video to Mason and both the chicks have ghosted him since and have been fiending in my messages since then. Since I sent him that video he’s only been allowed to jerk off to that video and he became more submissive and attentive to all my needs realizing he wasn’t special at all to me.
And finally to close things off, I let him watch that same chick give me head and told him you could never have this anymore. I saw his eyes were entranced by my cock and when she left I made him sniff my crotch through my underwear and he no longer hesitated and was like an animal. At that moment I told him you either start making out with my crotch and admit that this is the destiny you have as a fag or I’ll find another fag and you’ll just be a pathetic man with no chicks to fuck. In that decisive moment, he started kissing my crotch through my underwear and he’s been wrapped around my finger since then.
He’s been a model fag now continuing to do all my chores, cooking food, and instead of traveling an hour away to his home for summer, he chose to stay with me instead to serve me over the summer and makes a 45 minute longer drive to his job. And I ain’t thought I would ever let a guy give me a handjob but I let Mason give me one during this long drive we had and man I was surprised at how good it felt, almost even better than a girl giving me head. With summer coming I have a lot more plans with Mason and I’ve been considering letting him give me head just because of how good the handjob he gave me was and how obedient he’s been. I’ll keep you updated but that’s my update for now.
It’s important to remember that Master Jason and Mason were friends before Mason finally offered himself in service. That explains why Master Jason feels such pride in seeing Mason truly embrace his purpose and find fulfillment in service. Master Jason does actually care about his former friend and wants the best for him.
It just so happens that the best thing for Mason is to be the fully-owned faggot of Master Jason!
I love the fact that Master Jason used trickery to discover Mason’s secret (and delusional) heterosexual relationships, and I loved even more that Master Jason turned the tables on Mason by fucking both females and recording it so that Mason could watch him do it. This incredible training/discipline accomplished two things simultaneously: (1) Mason is humiliated and effectively neutered, and (2) Mason was forced to see what a true Alpha looks like when he’s rutting a female and breeding her the way Men are supposed to. Trust me, Mason will never forget how incredibly sexy Master Jason looked when he was pounding those females! The added effect of that lust is the fact that Mason is now picturing himself as the one Master Jason is fucking!
And the tail end of Master Jason’s report suggests that could be a possibility. I was pleasantly surprised to hear about the handjob in the car, but what really thrilled me was Master Jason forcing Mason to watch a female suck his cock and then ordering Mason to worship his dick and balls afterward! This is POWERFUL and ADVANCED training both on his bulge but also his scent! Very hot!
Master Jason suggests that he might try Mason’s throat soon. I have already encouraged him to do so, of course. I just think Master Jason will feel like a truly powerful and unstoppable King after he feeds Mason his load and realizes every hole on earth belongs to his cock.
Like other young straight Alphas these days, Master Jason wants the world!
The following post is part of a thread following the discoveries of a muscular straight Colombian Alpha named Juan as he owns and uses faggots as part of stable of worshipers. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I have an unbroken record of teaching straight Alphas several key hierarchical secrets to greater power. Some have been easier for them to try (like using faggots for oral service). But one of the greatest secrets really freaks out straight Alphas more than the rest: having an inferior (female or faggot) lick their asses.
Every single time a straight Alpha listens to me and has a faggot lick his ass, they come back to me, breathless with shock, and tell me they feel more powerful than ever before!
See? I told you!
Why does this work? Why isn’t it a submissive act for an Alpha to have his ass licked?
When an Alpha licks someone’s asshole, the person getting licked feels submissive because the Alpha is preparing the hole to be penetrated and fucked. But when someone licks an Alpha’s ass, the act is a deep form of honor and worship. It is the lowliest and most thorough act of submission a faggot can perform.
Conversely, an Alpha experiencing such devotion makes the Alpha feel like a literal King. He feels all-powerful!
A muscular straight Alpha from Colombia named Master Juan recently had an experience with having his ass licked that taught him much about both faggots and his own power.
My name is Juan, I am a 32 year-old Alpha born and raised in a conservative family in Colombia. I started fucking girls when I was a teenager and at college I used a couple of femboys. For a long time, I thought that as a Man nothing could ever touch my ass. I’ve met some girls who wanted to lick and finger my hole, and I just ignored them, while breeding their pussies nice and deep.
A few years ago I moved to Spain and I realized that compared to Latin America Europe is a paradise of faggots, available 24/7 to do whatever I want. In 6 months here I bred more fags than in 30 years in Colombia. I didn’t expect that my Black Colombian dick would make white European faggots so hungry for my cum. This year I decided to settle down and took ine femboy to live with me. He’s really sweet, always horny, smooth skin, and offers me the best of both worlds: he looks like a sexy girl but obeys like a faggot.
He’s very obedient, so he would never insist on rimming me because he knew my opinion about that. But last week when I arrived from the gym he looked at me all sweaty and before I went to the shower he said “May I ask you something? If it’s an inconvenient question, you can punish me as much as you want.” I said sure, and then he begged if I could sit on his face for 5 minutes before taking a shower. I got mad at first but my boy was so cute and looking at me with those big eyes begging for my sweat and cum. So I opened an exception for him and for the very first time I let a fag (or anyone) touch my ass. I put him on the couch, took all my clothes of and sat right on his nose, then put my feet on his chest. I am 250 pounds of muscle and he is a little more than 120, so at first I was afraid to break his ribs. But then something crazy happened. He started moaning louder feeling my weight and my sweet on his face, then he put his tongue inside my hole. I would’ve thrown up just to imagine approaching my face of such a hairy sweaty ass, but he was completely crazy in pleasure.
When I was about about to tell him to stop because I wasn’t expecting him to put his tongue in my hole, he started shaking, tried to hold his little dick inside his underwear, but he simply started cumming inside his underwear and made such a mess on my couch. He could not move with my weight on him, so I stood up and he boy’s face was as red as a pepper. He looked at me with joy but also guilt and apologized for shooting his load. We have an agreement that he can only cum with my dick inside of him and no more than once a week. He said “sorry, I couldn’t resist” and I’d seen that he was being honest. His underwear was full of cum and he didn’t even touch his dick. I didn’t kiss him because his face was smelling like my ass, but I took him in my arms, took him to the bathroom, took all his clothes off, and went to the shower with him. His perfect smooth body was still hot, and I asked him what had happened. He said that he had been dreaming about serving my hole for a long time and that moment was the best of his life. I always rim his pink pussy before fucking but he knows that I only touch his hole if it’s perfectly smooth, clean, and smelling really well.
Then my boy said something that made me want to share this story with you: “the difference is that you own my fag ass but your manly ass owns me”
So I put him on his knees and gave him some dick to suck, I was still very sweaty. I held his head and fucked his throat with love and care because I was still concerned of putting all my weight on his fragile face. He obeyed me very well as always and I gave him a nice load to taste and swallow. We took a long shower together afterward and went to bed. When I put him on my chest, he said that he will always obey me no matter what, but worshipping my hole was even better than sucking my dick because he felt even more submissive. Faggots are funny, I learn more about them everyday. I told him not to get used to it because he must always focus on my dick and balls, but I said that from then on my sweaty ass would be a reward for the days he makes me proud.
I know this is a long account. But I wanted to share it with you because it might help other Alphas out there who do not like the idea of having a fag or a girl licking their ass. I’ve been reading your site for a few months and this is the first thing worth sharing, so I’d like to know your opinion about it. When a fag licks a man’s hole, the fag becomes a mere object, but when a Man licks his fag’s ass the Man gets even more powerful preparing the pussy for breeding. My ass is big, muscly, and hairy, and now I see that fags must worship it too.
Oh Master Juan, I thank you and praise you for having an open mind and actually trying something that seemed to go against your principles! By doing this, you unlocked another, higher level of power!
You’re absolutely right, Master – when a faggot licks an Alpha’s ass, the faggot becomes a mere object … and the Alpha BECOMES A GOD!
I firmly believe this is a way Alphas like you ascend higher in the Alpha hierarchy to God Alpha status. Your actions after your faggot licked you show a greater degree of god-like care for the little faggot you own. I’m so proud of you Master!
I also want to commend you for the depth of your understanding of the faggot mind and their needs, Master. It’s incredible how you, as a straight Alpha, understand and anticipate the needs and desires of your faggots! For instance, taking your faggot into the shower and feeding it your cock and cum as a reward for its worship of your hole shows just how deeply you understand that a reward for a faggot comes from pleasing you. The center of every faggot’s life is the pleasuring and service of you, Master! After your faggot finally convinced you to allow it the honor of licking your ass, you realized just how deeply your faggot yearns to worship every part of you … and how much you deserve that worship!
Master, thank you for sharing your powerful story with me! I’m so glad you’ve decided to take ownership of a personal faggot, Master! You learned a lot about hierarchy through the use of the many faggots you’ve fed and bred over the last few years, but ownership has allowed you to become something even greater than you were before: a god!
I, like all other faggots, kneel respectfully at your feet!
A little background about me and the issues I’m facing. I’m an extremely dominant black guy that works in a highly strung job. I workout, I’m in excellent shape. I would describe myself as a leader, quietly confident and straight as an arrow. I do however swing. I have been doing this for a couple of years now and a lot of my meets tend to be Hotwife/cuck meets I’m pretty hung so that tends to be the crowd I attract. Something about the dynamic and the power involved is what does it for me.let me be clear, I have never and would never do anything with one of the cucks. The most the get out of me is verbal and clean up duties when I am done. Recently I have been contacted by a fag that sent me this university. They have explained how the dynamic would be, what they would be willing to do for me and how I can have the set up basically how ever I want.
This usually wouldn’t be something I would ever consider even replying to but after reading some of the testimonials on here coupled with their persistence I feel my interest being peaked. I have been offered massages, cleaning duties, on tap oral and total submission/obedience.
Working the long hours I do plus gyming 5/6x a week means I don’t get a lot of time to really relax or even indulge in things I enjoy. Having someone I could call to destress and not be judged for what I have in store for them would really fit my life perfectly. My question is I’m not sure I could actually go through with it, how do straight guys get comfortable enough to use the fags offering themselves to them? I get times of messages from guys, I ignore them all but this message and how the dynamic was described has turned my head a little. Without being too graphic having someone I could kick back and watch deepthroat me after a long day would be perfect. That or an obedient throat I could visit and take my stress out on sounds good. I’m just struggling with the fact it wouldn’t be a woman. Let me know what you think and what you would suggest moving forward.
Sir, thank you very much for your honest, open-minded question!
First things first. Straight Alphas have been using faggots FOREVER. Ancient Greeks owned faggots, Roman gladiators used faggots on the mornings of fights, and on and on. It’s much more common than anybody in research knows because Men compartmentalize and lie about it.
Here’s a hierarchical truth, Sir: Straight Alphas use faggots sexually, but it never changes their sexual orientation. Sex therapists and psychologists who deal with male sexuality all agree that perfectly straight Men use sub gay males (they don’t call them faggots, of course), but they can’t answer the burning question of WHY straight Alphas do this.
But HIERARCHY gives us the answer: it’s because a straight Alpha being worshiped and serviced and using a faggot he owns gives him tremendous POWER unlike anything he can feel from dominating a female.
In my thirty year “career” serving/being owned by Alphas (the vast majority of whom are straight), I never saw any of them change sexual orientation. In fact, I always had to be dismissed whenever they got married to the women they loved and went on to father children.
But they loved owning me because I was their dedicated faggot, devoted to pleasing them in every way. I did the cleaning, the cooking, the laundry, the car detailing, gave them foot massages and pedicures, ran baths for them, prepared drinks for them, and used my holes to please them for however long they wanted. There’s no female like that on this planet.
Once a straight Alpha receives that kind of worshipful, selfless service, he quickly realizes that this is EXACTLY what he deserved all along. As an Alpha, you probably realize that you deserve special treatment. You’ve probably felt that your entire life. That’s why you were intrigued by what that faggot told you, and by what you read here. It pinged that inner hierarchical truth inside you, Sir. You were born with that need.
You just need to think of a faggot as a utility, or a pet. In terms of utility, a faggot functions like a Fleshlight, albeit one that will clean your house and serve you home cooked meals and do your laundry and massage your feet. And just like a Fleshlight doesn’t make you sexually attracted to toys, a faggot isn’t going to make you sexually attracted to males. But you will love the POWER it makes you feel.
And a faggot is like a pet, maybe like a faithful dog. Like a dog, a faggot lives to make you happy. No matter what you do to that dog, it will keep coming back and trying to please you. And when you tell a faggot “good boy” or “good faggot”, the faggot gets happy just like a dog. It’s funny how nature works like that, isn’t it, Sir?
Speaking of nature, hierarchy is not only a real thing (I think you already know this), but it’s the most natural thing in our world. Men have dominated and owned lesser males since the beginning. Men have owned and used males slaves, Kings have owned and used male servants, etc. It’s NATURAL for an Alpha like yourself to own and use the faggots nature made to serve you, Sir.
You asked me how to proceed, Sir. Well, I don’t know if the faggot who approached you is one you’d like to try out … but if you’re open to that faggot, I suggest you try having it clean or cook or do some chores for you, Sir. When it enters your home, you should have it greet you by kneeling and kissing your feet. And make sure it thanks you for allowing it to serve you, Sir.
And as far as physical stuff goes, I would start with having the faggot serve and worship your feet with massages, etc. I think a powerful Alpha like you will find great pleasure in that, and I think that will be a good way to open up the floodgates of your natural dominance. I think before too long you’ll be throat fucking the faggot and discovering the new levels of power you’ve been denying yourself up to this point.
There are literally no limits on Alphas who free themselves from the lies our world teaches them to restrict them, to limit them. The world is afraid of Alphas who are unleashed and fully using their power because the world doesn’t understand it. Beta males want to keep Alphas in check because they know unleashed Alphas will own them even more completely than they already do.
Faggots are the way Alphas become unleashed.
In the published version of this question I’m going to include a hot little video, Sir. It’s not terribly graphic or anything, but it’ll perfectly illustrate a truth about this hierarchical dynamic.
I sincerely hope I have been able to help you, Sir. It’s always a thrill to be able to help unlock hierarchical truth for great Alphas like you. If you have any questions you want to ask me privately, please feel free to contact me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com.
It’s been a couple of days since we arrived at the cottage.
I had settled into a routine, one that revolved around taking care of the men.
The men:
My boyfriend: Declan & his buddy: Rick
My daily routine included:
Waking up earlier than them and doing Rick’s morning chores, which included: Watering the grass, flowers, and plants, setting up the beach chairs, gathering fresh towels and cleaning the outdoor shower, preparing the coffee, picking up the beer cans and bottles around the firepit
Declan usually slept in, but Rick was up early, sitting quietly on the deck. When I saw him, I’d bring him his coffee and sit with him briefly before getting back to my chores. He’d sip his coffee, smoke his cigarettes, and watch me.
On the second morning, Rick said, “Declan is a lucky guy to have such an obedient boyfriend. You should be proud of yourself.”
I blushed. I was proud of myself.
Once Declan woke up, he’d join Rick on the deck. I made sure his coffee was ready and kept both their mugs topped up.
One of my additional tasks was applying suntanning oil to both of them. It was always a struggle doing Rick—his toned body made my chastity cage strain uncomfortably.
That day, Rick gave me a few extra tasks:
Carrying firewood to the pit, setting up a cooler full of beer and ice by the beach and laying out towels for tanning
I laid out three towels, but later noticed one had been removed and folded away. I guess that meant I wasn’t tanning with them today.
By 2 PM, the men were well into their drinks. I was allowed to join in and had a couple beers myself. While watering the grass, I saw them both approach. Declan kissed me gently—and while I was distracted, Rick grabbed my arm from behind.
Before I knew what was happening, they had me on the ground. I was lying on my stomach, confused, as they handcuffed my wrists behind my back.
Me: “What’s going on, guys? You know I’d comply willingly.”
Declan: “Be quiet, Zack.”
They lifted me to my feet and escorted me to a bushy area near the trees. One cuff was released only to reattach my arms—this time around the trunk of a tree. I was now kneeling, helpless, my hands secured around the bark.
Declan walked away. Rick crouched in front of me, looked me in the eye, then spat on my face.
Rick: “Your boyfriend and I want to enjoy some drinks and a book by the lake. If we hear a peep from you, I’ll stuff one of my dirty socks in your mouth and duct tape it shut.
Just relax. Enjoy nature. We’ll be watching from the lake.”
It was the first time Rick had ever asserted such dominance. I was stunned. Humiliated. And I couldn’t do a thing—just kneel there, his spit drying on my face.
What I didn’t know was that Declan had logged into my X account and posted:
“At a buddy’s cottage. Who wants me to cuff Zack, drag him into the woods, tie him fully naked to a tree and piss all over him while we drink in the sun? Maybe Rick adds his too. 😈
Hit up my throne if you want to make it happen. Just added: Cottage Soaking While Stored.”
@keyofkink—someone I regularly chat with—saw it. And apparently, he helped make Declan’s “wish” come true. (He requested I stay clothed)
An hour passed before Declan returned. He kissed me and said he loved me. Then he unzipped his shorts, pulled out his cock, and let loose.
He pissed all over me—face, shirt, shorts—everything soaked in his golden spray. Then, without a word, he walked away.
Thirty minutes later, still drenched and stinking of piss, Rick strolled over.
Me: “Any chance I could get something to drink? It’s hot. Maybe a water? Or beer?”
Rick smirked, then without a word, pulled out his cock.
It was thick, uncut, and glistening with pre-cum. He must have seen my jaw drop, because he laughed.
Rick: “Sure. Open up, urinal.”
I knew I wasn’t getting water. I opened my mouth. His sun-warmed cock slid in, and he held my head.
Rick: “Drink up.”
He pissed. I swallowed. As much as I could. Some of it spilled out, but I didn’t resist. He eventually stepped back and walked away.
And I stayed there, tied up, watching them lounge by the lake—laughing, drinking, being men.
This went on for hours. Occasionally, one would come piss on me again, or in me. At one point Rick came by and said:
Rick: “Declan’s napping. I told him I’d take care of you. Open up.”
I expected more piss. But once his cock slid into my mouth, it got hard—and stayed hard.
He didn’t say much. He just started thrusting. Slowly at first, then more forcefully.
He used my throat like a toy. I gagged at first, but eventually my body adjusted. He fucked my face for about twenty minutes, until he came hard down my throat.
He pulled out and looked at me.
Rick: “Here’s a towel. I’m removing the cuffs. Strip—get naked.”
I obeyed. Standing naked in front of him, he looked down and burst out laughing.
Rick: “What the fuck is that? Declan never told me your cock’s locked.”
Me: “He didn’t do it for this trip. I’ve been locked for over 330 days. I haven’t seen or touched my cock in almost a year.”
He cuffed my hands in front and pointed to the shower.
Rick: “Go clean up. You’re barbecuing after.”
As I turned to leave, towel in hand, he called after me:
Rick: “Excuse me?! Aren’t you going to thank me for my load?”
I turned, dropped to my knees, kissed his feet.
Me: “Thank you. Your seed was amazing—it’ll give me energy to serve you both later.”
Rick: “That’s hot. Okay—go.”
True story… the end
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Hi Sam! My name is Kazuki, I’m a Japanese fag and I have a question…
I love with my bf and Master. He’s big, strong, dominant, and perfect for me. He fucks me and breeds me several times a week, and treats me with the perfect mixture of respect and humiliation to exert his power.
However, he loves cleaning our apartment. Yeah, I know it’s stupid but every time I arrive home and I see that big Alpha God sweeping the floor or cleaning windows it’s such a turn off. In my mind, it’s hard to submit to a man who does female house chores. I told him many times that I can clean the house, but he’s a cleaning freak and says that he has the right to do whatever he wants because he’s the Man of the house.
Am I stupid to feel like this? I should be grateful for being owned and I am. But everytime he does the dishes or vacuums the carpet I deep down wants to find another Man.
Thank you for writing, brother! I appreciate it! I don’t get to hear enough from Alphas and faggots in Japan or other Asian countries, and I really wish I did. I believe Asian cultures have strong hierarchical principles embedded in them, and I’ve only partially examined them.
I get what you’re saying about your frustration with your Master’s cleaning habits. It can be a turn-off for a faggot. However, that’s a silly reason to reconsider your service to him. Why would you even run to that conclusion so quickly?
Listen: this is easily fixed with an attitude adjustment on your part. Simply look at your Master’s cleaning as part of his dominance. He does the cleaning because he wants it a certain way and feels he is the only one who can properly accomplish these tasks to his specifications. It’s his domain and he wants it the way he wants it. Do you see how that change in perspective can alter the perception of what he’s doing?
Anyway, I appreciate the letter and I hope it helps. I’d love to know how you ended up serving your Master if you care to share. My email is hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com
