The following post is part of a thread following James, a sub male who came to understand that he’s really a faggot based on his life experiences and by applying what he’s learned at Hierarchy University! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Faggots are expert liars. They spend most of their lives lying to family and friends about who they really are. They lie to bullies to prevent harassment.
But most of all, they lie to themselves. They desperately try to avoid accepting the truth about their purpose as a faggot. They constantly stop and start their journey of acceptance in the futile hope it will somehow just go away.
But it never does, does it ? That’s why this site exists, why the podcast exists, and why I wrote a book titled “Are You A Faggot?”. All of these tools I’ve created are designed to help a faggot accept itself and embrace truth.
One faggot who is currently in a Dom/sub relationship, James, stumbled onto this site and the podcast and decided he needed to find out answers to his lifelong desires. He bought my book and read it, finally coming to the conclusion that he is, indeed, a faggot.
Here’s what he wrote:
I recently came across your podcast on Spotify. I had been looking for content about the kink/gay lifestyle, and after a few misfires, I found Fags Worship Alphas.
Growing up in a small town in Canada, the term “fag” or “faggot” carried so much weight, turmoil, and fear. I was terrified of being found out, bullied for being gay. Living in a town full of churches—and an even larger number of rednecks—I was often targeted for not fitting in.
So hearing you calmly and confidently refer to yourself and others like you as fags and faggots… I have to admit, the first few times were jarring, to say the least. But as I learned about the basic outlines of hierarchy, I realized: we all have a space, we all have a role to fill, and it’s almost as if these roles were pre-chosen for us. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before I was singing along to the intro of the podcast and hearing the word without feeling fear.
The more I listened, the more I came to the realization that my true role in life is that of a faggot. I haven’t fully unpacked what this means yet, but I know, deep down, that I am one.
I’ve had three long-term relationships in my life, and I’ve always been drawn to men I felt were Alphas—knowing I enjoyed serving them. The last two didn’t turn out great. The first was what you would call a Destroyer Alpha—low-level and greedy. The second was a sheep in wolf’s clothing, just putting on an act. But the man I currently find myself with oozes sex, pride, courage, and strength. He is someone I would truly serve for life.
Relationship dynamics aside, even in my daily life I’ve always chosen to provide service to others—in work, in friendships, in everything. I’ve developed the ability to pick up on cues, to know who needs service and how I can please them.
Looking back, I think every sexual encounter I’ve had has involved me serving Alphas.
Now, just a few days in (about 30 episodes), I find myself understanding hierarchy as the truth we all live. The other day I looked at myself in the mirror, smiling, and said out loud, “James, you are a faggot. I AM A FAGGOT.”
Even as I write this, I know I want to live the life of the faggots you speak of. I want to serve my Alpha. I want to be put in chastity. I want to help my Alpha ascend to higher levels of Alpha-hood. I want to feel what it’s like to truly be cunted…
I want to embrace my truth.
That’s a powerful endorsement of Hierarchical truth and a beautiful description of his acceptance!
But what often happens when a faggot accepts its purpose is a meditative examination of its life and experiences. A faggot will connect the dots and start to see how it was always a faggot, verifying to itself that it is actually a faggot.
That’s what James did, too. He recalled a few adolescent incidents that clearly indicated what he was meant to be, and he wrote about them as well:
I recently purchased a copy of Sam the Faggot’s Book “Are You a Faggot” thought the Hierarchy University Website. I wanted to confirm some things you could say…
For a 27 page read I can say I took the time and read it thoroughly cover to cover then again… and again. Only to come to the question am I a Faggot or just a submissive horny bottom? So I have taken a few days and thought things thoroughly and came to one simple conclusion.
I looked back at my first ever sexual encounter. I was younger than I should have been but consent was in the air. I was camping out in the neighbors backyard with their son Tommy, he was a couple years older than me but in the block radius of our houses we were the only kids. We were excited to stay up and watch the stars and eat as much candy as possible. Tommy had a newspaper delivery route so he had been saving up for weeks for the camp out candy feast. The night up I walked over to his house sleeping bag in hand and ready for fun. We had a campfire hotdog dinner with his parents and they let us feed the fire for a few hours then sent us to the tent for the night. They had a pool so we were told to stay in or around the tent for the night. As the moon rose that night we feast on gummy worms, skittles and peanut m&ms it was a blast. We looked at the stars Tommy pointed out as many constellations as stars in the sky. Then we got in our sleeping bags. Being the heat of the summer I was planning sleeping in my underwear and as Tommy got in his he stripped everything off. A few moments later he was pitching his own tent. I noticed and probably stared a little too long. He grabbed it from outside the sleeping bag and said “what it’s natural”.
I was feeling my tent pole rise at the same time and was trying to hide it. I obviously wasn’t doing it that well cause the next words out of Tommy’s mouth was “Have you ever masturbated before?” At this point I thought that’s what fingering was…. So we got out of our sleeping bags and Tommy guided me through the process of jerking off. Told me it felt so good and it was natural. I stumbled on my next words and said “Tommy can I try masturbating you?” He smiled and replied “Yes Jake you should feel what a real cock feels like.” Then laid down and I shyly moved towards he cock which was pretty well double the size of mine, hairy, and stuff as a rock. Using both hands I worked his cock. He gently guided me on what rhythm to use, how tight to hold it, and it wasn’t long before I got the hang of it.
At the moment I remember feeling so proud that I was making him feel good. When his body started to twitch I just kept going at this point I felt like the pioneers I had learnt about in school churning butter. He let out a quick moan and in that moment my hands my face and his cock was covered in this thick substance that was strange to me. I wasn’t producing at this point yet so I had no idea what was happening, I thought I hurt him. I quickly withdrew and apologized. He quickly corrected me and told me about what cum was and how it felt amazing, and told me I should taste it.
The little bit that had hit my face was running down and close to my lips so I lapped it up with my tongue and it’s true faggot fashion my eyes widen and I smiled. “It does taste good Tommy” I whispered. Raising my hands to my mouth to taste more.
After that we fell asleep and I kept wanting to have another camp out in the summers that followed by Tommy moved and I didn’t get to.
Looking back on the camp out I loved the fact that I was able to get someone like Tommy off he was this built sports player that all the kids at school loved. I wanted to be like him so bad, when I was his age.
Sadly when I get to his age I was more interested in art, drama and music then how to throw the perfect curve ball, perform the best slap shot or shoot the biggest buck. The morning classes were filled with guys hitting me with rulers call me a faggot. Me feeling ashamed because I knew I was gay but didn’t want the world to know it.
We had a semi pro junior hockey team in our town and they would play most Friday nights. Sometimes I’d go just to people watch and try to fit in. One night after the game I was chased into the men’s washroom by my school tormentors and they chased me into a stall and I hid in the whole the banged on the door just trying to bully me and make me feel like nothing. I stayed in there till the game was over and the crowds emptied out.
When I thought the coast was clear I would leave me stall of shame. Slowly unlocking the door and stepping out I saw the 1 right wing position player entering the washroom I instantly thought fuck I’m in for a beating. He was the fighter if the team. The inforcer. They lost that game and I figured he’d be upset. He dropped the hockey bag when we locked eyes and he looked at me with a crooked smile and said “Hey Jake just who I wanted to see” fuck I’m in for it. “They told me you were hiding in here” I looked to ground in shame. “How about I take you home” I looked up in shock.
“Ugh what” I sheeply replied.
“I’ve had a rough night you have had a rough night my parents gave me the car I’ll drive you home”
I scratched my head and with that I was sitting in his car. I didn’t say much just the words “I live at …” And he cut me off and said “we are going to my place first” I figured he wanted to change or something, the guys usually get together for pizza and drinks after games so I just silently sat and waited.
When we arrived at his place he asked if I was coming in or was just going to wait in the car. I said sure and offered to grab his hockey bag for him. As I grabbed it a pocket of air seeped through the slightly open zipper. It was a smell I’d never forget, sweat, testosterone and his natural musk. My body quivered a bit but I was trying to hide it.
He unlocked the door told me to put the bag down. And he walked down the hall and left me by the door. I few moments later he said hey Jake come here and bring the bag. I dragged his enormous hockey bag down the hall to his laundry room. He pointed at the rack and said “Hang up the equipment Jake” I grabbed the bag and emptied it on the rack to dry out. When I got to his jock my hands were shaking. It was soaked covered in scent and all I wanted to do was nuzzle my face into it.
He watched as I placed the final pieces on the rack and unzipped his pants as I turned to face him. His cock was semi erect, nipples erect and hard his shirt pulled up and over his head making it look like he had one of those leather daddy harnesses on.
He said “Come suck my cock” pulling his now almost erect cock out of his jeans. I was shocked again with the sheer size, weight, girth and hair on his body and cock. I stepped towards him and knelt in my knees and went to town on his cock. Enjoying every inch.
Within a few minutes he had me against the wall and was face fucking me. And moment later as he held my head against his cock he was emptying his load down my throat.
I had flash backs of Tommy’s cum Robs was salty yet sweet and I swallowed every drop.
He looked down at me and said good boy. With his crooked smile.
He told me I should stay the night
That night I lost my virginity to Rob the right wing. He fucked me twice taking breaks to enjoy beers that I would get him from his dad’s fridge in the garage. And in the morning he dropped me off telling me he would need to use me again soon.
It became a semi regular thing till we both graduated. I’d go over help with his chores and he would feed me his loads or breed me. We never told a soul Rob had a girlfriend I guess this my first foray into being domestic faggot owned by a straight Alpha. It did stick up for me a few times in hallways at school when the bullies would start there shit up again.
When college hot I met my first boyfriend who is later describe and controlling in the worst way possible. Much like my husband they were both sheep’s in lions clothing or I guess you could say betas in Alphas clothes. Pretending to be alphas only to be betas who wanted to destroy and control me in the worst of ways.
Yet I stayed because the options were limited and I thought I could serve them. Maybe I wasn’t serving them well enough… In the end those each left me destroyed and not healthy in the slightest.
These previous actions are the faggot traits or just submissive bottom characteristics?
I spent more time pondering and started looking back at my life outside of sex. I’d say the bedroom but that was rarely we I had sex. . . My jobs the ones I had were I was serving people and working under powerful leaders were the jobs I loved the best. I thrived in those positions serving the public making my managers and supervisors happy and proud to have me on the team. I was in love. I felt pride in providing service.
When I came to family /friends functions I was always in the kitchen preparing the feast serving the apps refilling drinks. I wasn’t happy till everyone was happy.
Now present day I live with my partner an incredibly gentle protector Alpha who treats me as close to equal as possible. I feel a sense of ownership and pride serving him. Being at his side facing the world, it’s what I think most Faggot Alpha relationships should be.
Faggot or submissive is the question that continues to run through my brain.
But it wasn’t until I read and took the quiz in the book Are you a Faggot that I got my answer. Aside from the foot/findom questions every single one rang true. I was a faggot. Not just a horny bottom.
Given his early-life experiences, it’s easy to see why James thought he was just a regular sub. But looking at it hierarchically, it’s clear that the Alphas he encountered saw James as something other than a submissive. They saw him as a faggot, something to use and own.
And that’s really the point, isn’t it? One way or another, we are all taught by hierarchy what we truly are. Now James has encountered me and my little operation here, and the truth is crystal clear.
It will never be the same again!
