Hey Sam, I wrote to you in January about learning and accepting my place as a faggot. I had always been around alphas being a football and baseball player. I have accepted my place as a faggot and try and stay locked as much as possible. In my search for an alpha to serve on grindr I came across a discreet frat boy at the college near me and he is a faggot as well. I like to dominate him from time to time. I introduced him to chastity and he has a cage that he wears occasionally. He loves being fucked by me but I’m at a crossroads on fucking him again before the semester ends. I’ve thought about trying to find an alpha to fuck him and cuck me or both of us serve him but idk if he would be open to it. I’m not sure he is familiar with the hierarchy but he knows he’s a fag in a general way. Why do I want to only dominate him?

Thank for writing! 

Are you sure you aren’t dealing with Alpha Latency? In other words, are you suppressing Alpha instincts because you think you’re supposed to be submissive?

Here’s what I think you should try: Think about the times you’ve submitted to Alphas and how you felt, and then compare that feeling to how you feel when you’re using that faggot. Which one satisfies you more? Which one completes you more?

That should give you a clearer idea of what you truly are and which way you should go. 

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

Appreciate the quick response faggot. It has definitely helped in answering some confusions I’ve had about everything and alleviated some of the frustrations but they are still somewhat there. If anything I am more conflicted, intrigued and annoyed by more questions. There is some truth to what you had spoken about regarding some trauma or influences that might have suppressed that. Growing up religious also had me denying any sexual interaction with males. I would say men but faggots aren’t. Growing up like that also made turn a blind eye to all the Alpha talk, I didn’t believe in those labels and way of thinking. So I can attribute being religious to what might have caused the “Alpha Latency” among other things as well.

You wondering about what would happen if I had a fag in front of me worshipping my feet actually turned me on. I would be lying if I said it didn’t. Just the thought of that did. Even thinking of it right now is. As ive said before, im in a very conservative place so most will not do stuff like that in fear of it coming out. It also limits me as well. Ive met some who I could tell were faggots but are friends, family. Also have seen strangers or coworkers who exhibit that behavior but all of these can get messy.

This is a follow-up to THIS QUESTION.

Thank you for getting back to me, Sir! 

I think your answer completely validates my suspicion about your true nature, Sir! I’m glad you’re able to isolate incidents in your life that may have been holding you back, because that’s how you can eliminate them and move past them! 

I think you should find a foot faggot and start exploring this side, Sir. Foot worship is fairly tame stuff, and shouldn’t be hard to find even in the most conservative areas. The rest will come with time and increased confidence! 

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I’m always fascinated by Alphas who embrace their Alphahood very young (like in the 11-15-year-old range). It certainly tracks with my belief that Alphas are born that way. However, the insecurities that plague all adolescents seem to be missing from these Alphas. It’s almost as if they emerged from the womb already understanding that they’re different than others … superior. By the time their superior bodies start puberty, they seem to be ready for it, eager for it, like prize-winning racehorses agitated in the starting gate. There’s no awkwardness, no hesitation. Only an anticipation of even greater glory to come.

They’re like princes eager to receive their inheritance and become Kings.

Alpha Lucas certainly fits that description. His wonderful mother Sophie recognized her son is different from other boys his age, and when I found out that he was subjugating other boys and forcing them to worship his feet, I recognized it, too!

Alpha Lucas has been in constant communication with the glorious Master Dean, and he has been mentoring Alpha Lucas on faggot ownership and how best to lead inferiors. It’s quite clear that Alpha Lucas is a quick learner, too. Here’s a letter Alpha Lucas sent to Master Dean, which he also sent to me to update me on his progress:

I wanted to give You some news! Things are still going great for Me! I must say My Mother is quite reassured. I’m developing My power without it interfering with other aspects of My life!

Over the past few weeks, I’ve often spent several days with My servants (I have a dozen now!), one in turn, to deepen their submission. And I really love training them to worship My feet! I’ve instituted a ritual with each of them: when I sit on the sofa and put my feet on the coffee table, they must remove My shoes and socks only with their teeth, then kiss and lick My feet. When I sleep at their place, I obviously take their bed, and they sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. I give them My socks to sleep with, so they can kiss them and inhale My scents during the night.

Also, something pretty crazy happened to Me! Some time ago, I gave a beating to a guy in My class who was getting on My nerves. The whiner went to complain to his big brother. So that dude came up to Me after class. He’s a pretty muscular, manly-looking guy. I thought I was going to have to fight him off and get My ass kicked, but I stood up to him proudly and explained why I’d knocked his little brother to the ground. Then the guy grinned and said, “You’re a real Alpha, aren’t You? Don’t worry, I’ll tell my brother to show you some respect.” The next day, the little brother came to see me, head down, and he begged Me to forgive him, told me that his big brother had scolded him and told him to start submitting to his betters instead of complaining behind their backs, and that from now on he would be obedient and respectful with Me.

Later, I saw the big brother again, looking all joyful, and he asked Me if he could do something for Me, said I could call him if I wanted anything. I invited him home once, and he cooked for Me and massaged My feet while I watched TV. The guy’s almost 18! And he recognizes My superiority! He likes to obey Me! That’s just great! Damn, I love it! I think he’s going to be My favorite inferior!

Breathtaking!

First and foremost, it’s not proper for me to refer to Lucas simply as an Alpha … because he’s now a MASTER and OWNER of a dozen faggots! That’s a huge stable of faggots at just 15 years old!

But even more impressive (and significant) was his encounter with the two brothers. Between the two brothers there is a natural age-based hierarchy, with the 18-year-old brother acting as the “Alpha”. But when they dared to confront a natural Alpha like Master Lucas, they were both forced (by nature itself) into submitting to him!

Master Lucas has been claiming the status of God Alpha for a little while now, but I was hesitant to admit that about him because of his youth. But now that lower-level Alphas are submitting to him, it might be fitting to start that conversation! His status as a God Alpha will be further clarified as he builds out an Alpha Pack and leads it, but I do think Master Lucas is very likely a God Alpha in the making!

I feel so blessed to be able to chronicle Master Lucas’s ascension! His power, intellect, intuition, and ambition is enthralling to witness!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Master Mike is a straight Alpha. He’s athletic, muscular, and he’s been fucking women his entire life. When Benjamin submitted to him, he took ownership of his first faggot because it excited him to be so powerful that even males wanted to serve his needs. It was nice to own a faggot that would clean and cook and do laundry, etc., while he focused on enjoying his life and fucking random women every weekend.

But the more Master Mike watched Benji’s obedience, the more powerful he became. He wanted to see how submissive he could make this little faggot under his control. He knew the big cock between his legs would be life-changing for his faggot, and the cum inside his balls would alter its genetics forever. That POWER Alphas have, it’s intoxicating … both for the faggot as well as the Alpha.

So Master Mike finally decided to use Benji’s throat, and he discovered two truths: (1) using a faggot sexually doesn’t make a straight Alpha gay, and (2) faggots serve Men the way Men deserve to be served. He was WORSHIPED in ways no female could ever imagine, and Benji provided pleasure that Master Mike didn’t know was possible. But underlying all of that pleasure was the rush of POWER he felt, like an undertow, pulling Master Mike to go deeper.

Soon, Master Mike was forcing his dick into Benji’s pussy. And that really changed the game. After pumping his first load into his faggot, he realized that he OWNED that hole – it belonged to HIM ALONE. Once again, the POWER of breeding a faggot, having his Alpha DNA enter his faggot’s bloodstream and reprogram it from the inside, was intoxicating!

Now Master Mike fucks females, but he confidently knows he always has his loyal, obedient faggot waiting him case he needs anything at all. That is the way Kings live. And Master Mike is certainly a King.

From my perspective, Master Mike is also extremely intelligent and articulate, so I asked him to write some thoughts to his straight Alpha brethren about owning and using faggots.

What he wrote was, as always, beautifully worded:

I am still not over the rush of totally dominating him. Been putting at least 2 loads a day into his holes and I dont plan on letting up. His pussy is just too good to pass up. And so convenient too. I literally dont need to move from where I am. Just whistle and he will crawl to me. A snap of the fingers and he will suck me off for as long as I want and take me all the way down. A look and he climbs on and rides me in reverse until I cream his cunt. Such a good arrangement. And I always thought ass-to-mouth was a porn thing but damn the little fag just did it to clean me off. So attentive.

He is a good fag. Very hard working and very very good at his job. Can you believe a faggot like that is in management? Seems kind of ridiculous to me honestly. I have put so much cum in him he might actually get pregnant. Not that I need any more children. Barely a good enough dad for my two boys already. There has been a pretty big change in him. I don’t know how to describe it. First there is a bit of desperation about him. Big puppy dog eyes whenever he doesn’t have an immediate task to do. And my god he seems desperate for an invite into the bed whenever I am heading to sleep. Then there is the glazed over look he gets when I enter his cunt. It’s like his brain just short circuits. He loses all thought and just whimpers. His dicklet is as hard as it can get in his cage which isn’t much lol. And then there is the post fuck behaviors. I assumed it was just normal for faggots but he has taken to resting his forehead on me until I tell him to fuck off. It is always my shoulder (so his nose is in one of my pits) or the middle of my chest or once just below my belly button so his nose was in my pubes. I left him once to see what happens and he just falls asleep. I dont know what it is particularly but honestly it makes me feel very powerful so I dont really give a fuck. Chicks tend to catch feelings and want a relationship where we are equals and they get treated like a princess. That ain’t me. What I say goes and if they dont like it they can fuck off. But Benji takes what I give and thanks me for it. Usually with much more enthusiasm than any bitch has ever mustered. God Alphas like me deserve good head as well as holes to plough. And good head requires enthusiasm and gratitude for the cock in their mouth as much as technique and a lack of dignity. Benji is firmly the best head I have had. He hits all 4 of those criteria perfectly. So to answer that question yes I have seen my faggot embrace every smell and taste and sensation and internalize it. Make it a part of himself and give it a higher value than he gives to his own thoughts or desires. And I have never met a female capable of anything near that on a long term basis like Benji has done.

To other straight Alphas I would say take it at your own pace. Find a faggot you like. One who understands your desired service. Make them work for rewards. Test them. Push them to the highest standard. Feel out their comforts and get to know them. Build their trust in you and make them feel safe around you. Then once you know them make a big move. One which challenges their limits. Remove their control beyond one decision. Full submission to you or leaving. If you have done the first part right they will choose you. After that you have control. Keep pushing and dont let up. Don’t let them have time to second guess you or their choice to submit. And dont give them your cock until you have fully broken any and all resistance. It is a faggot. It wants your cock. Your cock is a goal. Only give it once you want to and they have earned it. This will reinforce good behavior and your power. But do not be scared to use a faggot sexually. A disposable faggot or one who has earned your cock is possibly the best fuck. Women have rules and limits and want to cum before you do. A faggot knows it is there for your use. It will take whatever pounding you give in whatever position you put it in. It will not ask you to wear a condom and cannot get pregnant. It will clean you off afterwards and thank you for the fucking privilege. It knows it doesn’t deserve to cum and if trained right will not even touch itself around you.

Every man should have a fag. Every man deserves that service.

I am enthralled by Master Mike. He’s challenging, but such a pleasure to serve. Benjamin is among the most fortunate fags on Earth to be owned by this great straight Alpha!

And to all of the straight Alphas out there reading this, please listen to what your God Alpha brother is teaching you. It’s the truth, and it will truly set you free!

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!

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

When I first met my brother Matt and the learned of the brutality of his new Master Connor, I warned against continuing to serve him because I feared something bad might happen to Matt. And while the jury is still out on that eventuality, I’m delighted to be able to say that my initial feeling about Master Connor was dead wrong.

He’s not a Destroyer Alpha in the traditional sense, He’s a Destroyer Alpha the way a controlled explosion effectively tears down useless structures.

Matt shared a lengthy recent experience so profoundly thrilling that I’m tempted to break it into a couple of parts. However, I think I’ll keep it all together so you can really ingest and appreciate the full power on display here.

Over text, I let Master Connor know that I expedited the shipping for my new cage and it would arrive before I see him next on Saturday right before his kickboxing lesson. He seems to really be enjoying and benefiting from the sessions! His new underwear arrives later today!

He told me the keys to my current cage are in his locker at the gym. News to me! But I also thought he’d bring them back after his workout. No! He said I’ll need to be there. And that I should arrive to the gym before his session, watch him and then he’d retrieve the keys afterwards.

Wow. What an opportunity to watch him in all his Alpha glory while I wait on the bench with my clit about to be downsized!

He told me not to wear panties because he plans to have me change cages in the locker room. Yikes! I thought he’d at least wait until after we were back to his place. He said to instead wear “some lame excuse for male underwear. Don’t overdo it fag. You’re not a Man. You’re a fucking loser.”

I wasn’t sure what to wear when he said that… I’m so used to being in lacy panties when I show up and he uses me. I only have a couple pair of “regular” underwear but they seem almost too masculine?

So without any filter, I suggested “like tighty whities Sir?”

His response was complete laughter. I’ve never seen so many emojis and “Hahahahaha” reactions in a row. He clearly thought it was entertaining. He finally said “Yeah.” with a devil horns emoji. He also told me to bring a pink skirt I’ve worn before so I’m not sure how that fits into the equation.

Tomorrow will be an interesting day. I’m excited to downsize for him and serve him fully. Yet I don’t know what this new venue and set of directions will entail. Not for my faggot brain to solve!

Either way, I’m sniffing his underwear as I write knowing it will all be for the better and tomorrow will be an incredible day.

When Matt sent me this message, I replied that I was curious about what he was planning with the underwear business. But of course, I’m just a faggot, and I had no way of seeing exactly what astounding things Master Connor had in mind:

Well my mind is blown! You said he may have a purpose with all of his violence and tactics. Not sure if this is it but wow has my dynamic of service to Master Connor changed as of last night! Here is an update to what I shared with below( the day before meeting him this weekend).

I arrived at his gym early so Master Connor would be sure to see me as he walked in. Pure butterflies in my stomach.

When he walked in he slightly nodded at me but continued on to the locker room to get his equipment. 

He was chatting it up with the other Men there and the trainer started giving them some warm up exercises to do. I was so mesmerized by Master. He was confident, intense and focused. Soon the smell of sweat and testosterone filled the air. The sounds of the bags being kicked and punched, the primal grunts, the sound of feet quickly shuffling on the hardwood floor. 

I’m sure my mouth was just gaping open the entire time as I watched on in an almost hypnotic like trance.

During a break, he came over and simply said “go get me some water and a towel faggot.” It wasn’t loud enough for others to hear but it also wasn’t a whisper. I jumped to my feet and hurriedly got what he demanded. After chugging the water and wiping his face, arms and torso with the towel he threw it toward me and I caught it right as it hit my face. It was magical. I kept trying to discreetly bury my face into it throughout the back half of his workout not knowing if I’d ever get such a pleasure again.

When it came time to end the session, the other Men went to the locker room while Master Connor chatted with the trainer. Eventually he motioned for me to follow him to the locker room. By that time, some of the Men were already heading out. There were probably only one or two still finishing up with one headed to the shower in just his towel. It was such a dream to be in their presence!

After we were alone in the area, Master Connor told me to strip down to my underwear which I did without hesitation. He told me how pathetic I was to be in my tighty whities with my clit caged in a Men’s locker room. He tossed me the keys and told me to turn away and swap the cages. And to hurry up “so none of these guys have to see a faggot be so disgusting in their space.”

It didn’t take long to get the cage unlocked and get the new one out of my bag. But then it happened. My clit began to expand and get slightly chubby – weak but still larger. I was panicking because I knew I needed to hurry up. Master Connor had finished putting away his gear and turned to see me still fidgeting. “What’s taking so long faggot? You forget how to lock that nub away?”

I embarrassingly told him what was happening. He nodded. Told me to pull up my underwear. I did so, not knowing how that would help. Then, without warning, he turned me around and directly kneed me in my fag nuts. Hard. I immediately fell to my knees and gasped. He let me writhe in pain for a few seconds before simply saying “hurry up you stupid slut.” Then I realized that my clit had almost full retracted and so I scrambled in my agony to get the tiny cage secured. Once I did, I thanked him for helping me. It felt weird to impulsively say that – it hurt a bunch and probably wasn’t the only solution but he provided a solution… HIS solution. He just shook his head half smiling like he was just embarrassed for me as a human being and I could understand why. We couldn’t be more different in our places in the hierarchy.

He then grabbed my head and pushed it into his crotch where I stayed inhaling his natural power for a minute. He said he needed to piss and I followed him to a stall still just in my underwear. He quickly sat down and pulled his thick dick out and let his stream go right into my open mouth and down my willing throat. Before long he was face fucking me and I tried not to verbally gag too much knowing there was still one Man just finishing his shower nearby. Instead of cumming down my throat, he painted my face with a very thick, large load. He left the stall and told me to stay. There I was, nearly naked in the smallest cage possible and covered in his Alpha seed with piss and dick on my faggot breath. I’m sure I was quite the sight to see. 

He came back a few minutes later with my bag. Told me to get dressed but to leave his load on my face. We left the gym and only the trainer was still there but on the far side of the space – just waving to Master Connor from a distance as we left. I was feeling both anxious to be in public wearing such an obvious cumshot on my face but also proud and calm as I walked a few steps behind the Alpha that had given me this incredible gift. HIS gift. 

As we made it to his place, he told me to get properly dressed – which I assume meant putting on the short pink skirt. When I opened my bag I noticed my old cage wasn’t there. Did he keep it? Did he throw it away? No time to think about it and I wouldn’t dare ask. I suppose that older, larger cage is in my past anyway. So I move on, pulling up the skirt over my underwear and taking off the rest of my clothes. I start preparing dinner while he’s on his phone as I’m not sure what to do next. I then feel a very firm slap to my ass and I could feel his breath on my ear. I think dinner was about to wait.

I don’t remember verbatim but he said something like: “Such a dirty slut. Prancing around my house just asking for it and already wearing a load on your face. What a fucking whore you’ve become.”

This was new! I didn’t know what was happening. Was it role play? How should I respond?

He was cupping my ass and I whimpered saying “I’m your slut Sir.”

Another hard smack to my ass. Then I heard it for the first time: “Good girl.”

My head was spinning. I’d always been willing to feminize myself to some extent – I mean, I’m definitely not a Man – but really only to further myself from the concept of masculinity. So panties or the like. Now my Alpha was telling me I was a “good girl”?!

Before I could think much more about it, he let loose a barrage of slaps to my ass and then yanked down the back of my underwear. I heard him spit on his dick and then it was buried inside me almost instantly. I was leaning over the counter as he took me hard, fast and without any consideration for my pussy. His finger fish-hooked my open mouth as I blubbered gibberish during his assault on my cunt. The way he pulled on my mouth made my head turn back enough towards him that I watched as he methodically and powerfully drove his dick deep into my guts.

He was completely lost in his rut. I was a hole and he was fucking it relentlessly. A Man on a mission. Then as I could feel him get closer, the affirmation-based questions started as his fingers were still deep in my mouth.

“Who is my dirty little slut?”

• I am Sir

“Who owns you?”

• You do Sir

“What are you?”

• I’m a faggot Sir. Your faggot Sir.

“Good girl.”

Then a few more thrusts and his load was coating my insides. He stayed inside my battered, swollen hole for a moment. I tried to gain my composure but I was still trembling from the breeding. He finally pulled out and I dropped to my knees to clean his incredible cock.

He eventually pulled me off his dick and pulled me up and my underwear up too. He took off his shirt and told me to order dinner for both of us and join him on the couch. He wanted me to stay?! To eat together?!

I cuddled up next to him as he watched TV and scrolled on his phone. Occasionally grazing my head across his still sweaty chest. Then I did something I’ve never really done before with him. But this was a day of firsts! I began to kiss his chest and his arms. Only a little at first. I looked up at him and he was staring back. He didn’t say anything which I felt gave me permission to continue. So I did and then I got bolder. Nuzzling my face into his pits and licking around his chest. In that moment I felt his fingers go down the back of my skirt and underwear and find my very-tender pussy. He pushed in and I groaned into his pit. It hurt but it was so amazing I didn’t care.

Soon his fingers were deep in my mouth as he fed me part of the load he’d just shot into my cunt. I was in a state of pure ecstasy. 

Around that time the food arrived and luckily they left it at the door – I couldn’t imagine someone seeing me in my current state. Not much was said as we ate and he mostly watched TV. I just kept staring at him with absolute lust and admiration. As I put away the dishes and cleaned up, I started to grab my bag assuming he was ready for me to leave. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He said from the couch. “Did I say you could leave faggot? You got somewhere more important to be?”

I quickly put down the bag and said “No Sir. Sorry Sir, I just didn’t want to be in your way.” He had already shot two loads today (at least) and finished dinner. I assumed he was done with me. Not the case!

He had me get the shower started and then got in. I just watched from a distance. What an incredible Man. Every aspect of him was pure power and superiority. He had me dry him off and then he fell onto the bed. I stood there for a moment unsure of what to do. 

“If you’re going to stay the night, you better get to work on my feet because they are sore from all of this kickboxing. That’s on you faggot.”

Stay the night?! I was speechless. I must have waited too long because he snapped.

“Jesus. Nevermind. Just get the fuck out you stupid bitch.”

I immediately came back to reality and within no time I was massaging and worshiping his feet with passion that I didn’t know I had. Occasionally saying “thank you Sir”. And, after a few minutes, eventually hearing back “good girl.”

I know this has been a long update so I’ll give you the second (shorter part) very soon! Spoiler: I did stay the night and was of service this morning. I’m just now trying to fully work through all that has happened in the past 24 hours and I’m set to see Master Connor again following his session Tuesday. Praying that my pussy will be recovered enough by then to take another round of assault.

I don’t know where this is all headed but I’m constantly surprised by the journey and just how much more obsessed I can become in my faggot servitude to such a deserving and strong Alpha Man.

I cannot really even process this experience! I almost feel like I was also taken and bred by Master Connor through my brother Matt!

Master Connor’s manipulation of Matt in the locker room is a master class in keeping a faggot off-balance and begging for more. Matt is already starving for every aspect of Master Connor’s body and mind, but training like this significantly ramps up that desperation.

Even more dramatic was the bathroom stall mouth fuck and facial! Dumping a massive load on Matt’s face and then forcing him to walk through that gym with it plainly visible to everyone is HUGE! You can actually hear the effect in Matt’s words. He’s delirious and deliriously fulfilled!

I don’t know what kind of experience Master Connor has had in his life as an owner of faggots, but it’s pretty clear he knows exactly what he’s doing. Yes, he’s aggressive, but it’s used in targeted ways that forces Matt into perpetual subspace.

I’m looking forward to finding out what happened the next morning!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s a beautiful thing to see a true Alpha Master sculpt a faggot into whatever he needs. It’s almost like a composer writing a symphony and then leading an orchestra to perform it. Real Masters know how to manipulate the minds and hearts of their faggots so the faggot can reach peak performance.

Master Steve is absolutely a mindfucker extraordinaire.

His faggot Mike wrote to me to update me about the latest adjustment in Master Steve’s training.

What an interesting few months this has been and honestly life changing and almost freeing.

I feel like I am becoming so comfortable with finally letting my guard down, release my old ways and simple Master Steve guide me.  

I am now staying locked about 20 days a month, still a bit hesitant going to gym and being exposed with chastity.  Steve had me drink his and his black friends piss at the gym one afternoon.  It was so rewarding and strange at same time to hear Kevin tell Steve thanks for letting me use your faggot.  

I think in some ways even my family almost knows, they adore Steve, they seem to ask Steve’s permission before mine now.  Steve had me bake a cake, he took it to my mom and said he had made it for her.  She called me later and said she was happy I had such a good man like Steve.

I have learned that if I am not locked, he doesn’t want to fuck me or let me drink his piss.  So I now stay locked without him asking, because I need his dick and piss I have learned.

The other day a package came.  It was 3 different size butt plugs and some device, later finding out it was a piss gag.  He just told me, I would be learning a few new things come up.  I over heard him on phone telling a friend, that he was going to begin having me learn to wear plugs throughout the day.  I heard him laughing saying he’s gonna really have fun showing off cage and plug at gym.  And not really sure what his plans are for the piss gag.

Butt plugs and a piss gag, eh? Something’s afoot!

But it’s becoming clear that Master Steve is truly claiming Mike as his personal property. Mind you, he’s shared Mike with other Alphas to this point. But listen to the following update:

I’m am becoming more appreciative of how the chastity has helped me and I do think everything he has done has only been to help reset and retrain me to be the faggot he needs me to 

It’s interesting how he continues to fine tune things. One night we had a long conversation about limits things I like things I don’t like he asked me several pointed questions. I guess to see how comfortable I was with different scenarios.  We both set some hard limits what’s interesting he even allowed me to set some for him.  He talked a lot about this being a positive experience for both of us and making him a better man (he never refers to himself as an Alpha or Master, Which I find interesting) and me a better faggot.

I had asked him the question why was it so important for me to get off the apps when he still occasionally has me Service other guys.  He kinda Laughed and then proceeded to ask me a question.  He asked me was it more important for me to please myself or to please him. I said well, of course to please you.  He said exactly he said when I was on the apps, I was only pleasing myself and pleasing other guys focusing on their needs and not on his.  He said when he’s asking me to service a guy he said he gets pleasure out of it or It’s to serve a purpose for him. 

A few weeks after that conversation, we were out one night and one of my old friends with benefits, came and put his arm around me and asked me when Was not gonna let him fuck me again.  Steve over heard this, and proceeded to tell him “look buddy first of all get your hands off of him second of all you’re never going to fuck him again.”  

You can almost feel the tension of this encounter between Master Steve and this other guy! It was Master Steve’s Protector Alpha side roaring to the forefront! It must’ve been thrilling for Mike to have this powerful Alpha defending him!

Mike related another little detail that caused my little fag heart to skip a beat:

By the way, I was very shocked that you actually did a podcast, including me and my master Steve in it…. I believe it was podcast 266 trust your master. I actually let Steve listen to it, and he Was smiling and nodding his head During most of it.  At the end, he said good advice, He said maybe I needed message Sam that faggot.  Share my thoughts on why I’m doing this as well.  

I love when Masters find out that I’m out here coaching their faggots and praising them publicly! It gives me a little anxiety, I’ll admit, because I want to represent these great Men in a properly-respectful way. I’m so glad I received Master Steve’s seal of approval!

The following post is part of a thread following the development of a college football faggot named Ethan who finally found the circumstances to serve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There’s no doubt that my previous site FagsWorshipAlphas and this one have had a large number of underage visitors lurking on them. In the first year of the site (on Tumblr) I shooed away questions and conversations from minors because I didn’t want to deal with the headaches or legal issues.

But I kept encountering kids who were putting themselves in frightening situations or trying things they didn’t understand, so I relaxed my standards a bit to try and give solid, fully transparent advice. I began to look at it this way: I would’ve loved to have had someone to talk to and get advice from when I was fumbling around in the darkness of my teen years as a burgeoning faggot. Despite what my critics suggest (without evidence), I desperately want to help people find their truth. And minors are people, too.

One of the most wonderful faggot brothers I’ve ever met on this wild internet journey of mine was a then-sixteen-year-old faggot named Ethan. In 2022 Ethan wrote me a heartfelt letter after I threatened to put up a paywall around FWA. He was desperate to hang onto the one thing that taught him the absolute truth about his life, so he reached out to somehow keep in touch with me.

Here’s what he wrote to me back in April of ’22:

Dear Sam,
My name is Ethan, and I am a 16-year-old Faggot. I have been coming to your website for the last year and a half, almost 2 now. I saw your most recent post about making it a paid site and wanted to write this email to you for two reasons before it’s too late.

First, I was wondering if you could give me some advice. You see I have known I  was a faggot since I was 10 years old. When I was in 5th grade I was in love with my 5th-grade teacher. He was such a nice and awesome teacher! He was always positive and supportive. I would always ask him if I could help around the classroom. Such as organizing the classroom library, wiping the desks down, hanging up classroom art, Sharping pencils, and, more. I was so excited to see him each day and help him out and wanted to do every for him. I also started having sexual dreams about him towards the end of the year. I didn’t know if I was gay or not, But I know I wanted to do anything he ask or said to do. Of course, he NEVER EVER touched me or did anything sexual! But I felt he had power over me and I loved it! He was just an amazing teacher.
I was hoping you can give me the advice to help me find an Alpha. I have read a few posts on your site that you suggest for faggots my age find someone around the same age. But you see I am only attracted to older men, like at least 30s- 60s. Plus I am not out to a lot of people at my school yet, only a few think I’m Bi.
I have tried using Grinder, but I have run into many problems. One is that most Alphas I like, are not into guys like me. You see I’m Very masculine, I’m 6′ tall, and about 225 – 230 pounds, I am on my High School’s JV Football team. I play MLB, (which is middle linebacker) Or FB (which is Full back). I also love to work out, and I can squat about 400 libs, (I have big Thighs hehe). I also can grow facial hair so I can look older than I really am. Anyways, Alphas on Grinder, always want small skinny, twink, Fem boys. Or they want boys to dress up and act like girls, and I am not that. Also, I don’t want to change, I like who I am, and I love football and sports. The other problem with Grinder is my age. I have met up with a few alphas, and I had to hide my age. But as soon as I tell them they ghost me.
For example, I had been seen this one guy who was like in his 40s. for a few weeks and I had sucked him off 3 times, and last week I think he was getting suspicious about my age. He thought I was in college, but when I talked about school, the fact I go every day, and a few other details he finally asked straight out how old I was. It wasn’t like I was lying to him, like flat out, I just didn’t give him details.  After that, he was mad and stop talking to me. I totally understand, they don’t want to get into trouble, and I did feel really bad about lying, and I do not want to lie to my alphas, because I know it’s not right. I just don’t know how to find one that will be ok with my age.
Could you please give me some advice on how to find the right Alpha? I know I should not be lying to Alphas about my age or anything else but how do I find one? And one that likes me for me? Or should I change for my Alpha? Should I try to be more Fem. or dress like a girl for them? It’s just that, that is not really who I really am.
I also wanted to send you this email because I wanted to say Thank You Soo Much, for making this site. even though I won’t be able to see if it is for pay since I do not have a credit card. I wanted to thank you for helping me so much. I know who I am now. Before I found your site I thought I was fucking crazy, or a very, Very, sick pervert. Just because I would fantasize and have dreams of men using me. Even though I was ok with myself for being gay, I thought it was sick to be thinking that I wanted older men to use me as a slave, and just a sexual object and for them to hurt me or say hateful things to me like call me a faggot or dog or wanting to be lesser than them and not equal. But you helped me know that it is all a part of nature, what the Hierarchy is, and my place in it. You helped me understand that I am not sick in the head, and there are many other Brothers like me out there. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. You kind of saved my life! And if you still put the paywall up I understand.  Please do not listen to the Fucking Haters! You also save so many that don’t email you, like I didn’t for the past year.  Whenever I do get a credit card, your site will be the first one I sign up for!
 Thank you again, for everything you have done in the last 5 years! Happy Anniversary!  I hope I can still stay in touch and let you know when I find an Alpha!

Thank you, Sincerely,
Ethan

Can you see why I don’t judge minors as being too young to have honest conversations with about serious, life-altering decisions and courses of conduct? Ethan was clearly intelligent and in full control of his choices. He simply needed someone to talk to that he could trust, and I was that person.

Beyond that, I definitely felt drawn to him because he was honest-hearted. He admitted certain urges that others might try to hide for fear of judgement. I found Ethan to be quite mature and thoughtful for his age.

Sadly, I was headed to prison a few months later and my time to help him was limited.

Fortunately, Ethan reached back out to me recently and we reconnected. And I was glad to find out he’s now in college, but more than that, he’s finding his way as a faggot:

This is Ethan, we emailed back and forth a few times back in 2022 and 2023. I emailed you about finding alphas and meeting men on Grinder and how you told me to be myself even though I am a masculine Faggot, and not a femboy, that some alphas are into that. Since you gave me advice, I stopped using Grinder until I turned 18. I’m 19 now and turn 20 in June. I looked at FagsWorshipAlphas.com, hoping you would return when your “vacation” was up, but then it went down, and I thought I would never see or talk to you again. I found Hierarchy University a few days ago and am so glad I did. I have a few more questions and wanted to update you.

First, I think I found an Alpha! So I am at a university in Texas, and I have been going to a local Gym with some friends I met at school. Back in November, one of my friends said he saw a guy in the locker room wearing a cock cage.  I was super intrigued, and it was hard to hide it. After we (they really) had a hard laugh about it.  I asked him when he saw him and what he looked like, so I could maybe check it out.  He gave me some info. But I never saw him whenever I would go by myself. 

Eventually, I was with my friend and a few others, and he pointed the guy out to us as we were lifting. I did not go over to him then because I was with friends and too nervous. But at least I know what he looked like. It took me until February because of school and work, when I was able to get a brief idea of his schedule. He usually comes to the gym in the morning on the weekends and MWF in the midday and afternoons.  It took me a while until I was able to talk to him, I was either always with my friends, or too shy, or there were too many people around.

Finally, in the middle of March, I caught him at the gym on a Sunday morning. The gym is usually void of a lot of people (most are at church), so I had to time it just write. I saw he was done with his set and treadmill, and he was walking to the locker room, and I followed him in. This time he was wearing his cage; I noticed a few times he wasn’t. So I followed him into the sauna, and there was another older man in there already. I waited until the older man left, then I started making casual talk. His name is Alan, and I asked him if he went to my school, which he did, but graduated like a year and a half ago.  I then complimented him on his cage, and he smiled and said that it was a smaller one than he started with. I later found out he thought I was an alpha and was trying to pick him up haha. So I asked him if he had a master or Key holder, and he said he did.  We talked for a bit about Alphas and Faggots. I told him I was a Faggot too, and was hoping he could give me some insight on how to find an Alpha like he did. He also said he had read your old site for a long time and saw it when it was first on Tumblr, right before that went dark too. Then two other older men came into the sauna and we had to cut our conversation short, just as well, cause I was also getting hard from talking about it all with someone one lol.

So after a while, we both decided to leave we went into the showers. I took a very quick shower as I did not want to miss him when he got out. As I was changing, he came out and I sat on the same bench and we chatted a little more, about other things, as there were others around. When we walked out, we exchanged numbers and we talked on the phone quite a few times after that.
He told me that his Alpha was a black man Named King Karter and he and 3 other faggots worshiping him. Two of them are older, and online, mostly like Findom really. And one other he has had for a long time that is used sexually and demstically.  They serve him by cleaning and cooking for him, financially by giving him some of their paycheck, and in other ways, and Sexually. I asked if King Karter was looking for more faggots and if I could meet with him. He had said he would ask his King the next time he would get a chance, but wasn’t sure.

A few weeks went by, and Alan called me and he said his alpha would have an interview with me. So he told me this before, but I will explain it.  So his alpha has an interview with prospective faggots now, that want to serve him. Because he had one faggot that served him for a while and then just bailed because he did want to do a few of the certain things that his King was asking of him. This way he makes sure he only picks Faggots that are willing to do everything that is asked of them and know what to expect and how to serve.  To prepare me for the interview, Alan talked to me and told me everything to expect, so I was prepared. Some of the things were like, will I cook and clean his apartment, which was a natural yes.  Sexually, he said he is very, very dormant, which is most of the time. Which was ok with me although I told him I had not ever been fucked yet. He said as long as I’m ok with getting fucked and practice beforehand (which is a bit hard to do while living in a dorm) I was good. Alan said the first time is usually the hardest and roughest because he wants the Faggot to know how hard he can get. Alan said his King gave him black eyes and a split lip the first time, but he is not like that every time. Alan said his King also makes the faggots wear cock cadges at all times in the apartment, even when just cooking and cleaning or when the King is not home and when or / if they go out together. Because he said, his King finds it very offensive that faggots gets hard around him. Alan also told me that his King also has him and all his faggots use poppers constantly every time they are there, even when they are not having sex, he makes them watch popper training videos all of the time while working out their cunts,  and while doing chores. I had never done poppers before this, but I know what they are. 

I wanted to ask you, are there any side effects from using them a lot? I found conflicting information online. He also told me about one other aspect of service.

And finally, this was the big one, He said his King pimps him and the other faggot out to his friends and others.  I told him I wasn’t sure if I could do that. Alan said that that was why the other faggot left. Alan said, He wasn’t sure about it either at first, but after a while, he realized that it was a Win, Win, Win scenario. He gets to have a lot more sex and practice with other men and pleases other alphas sexually,  and he can take the things he learned from others and use his skills on his King, He said he is not allowed to have sex with anyone else like no hookups on Grinder, because his King does not want any risks of STDs. This way, his King can screen his clients beforehand, making sure they are all STD tested and Free. Alan also said he feels safer because his King knows where he is and who he is with, so he is not with some potential psycho killer. Also, it is a win for the clients as they will have a quality faggot to use. And finally, King Kater wins because he gets money and has us practice our skills, so when we come back, we can perform better for him.  That was the basics of it.

I said I would have to think about the sex-selling part, and after a few weeks, I finally got comfortable with it. Alan sent him pics of me in a jock strap and Alan said his King liked my look. We had the interview a few weeks ago.

 I also wanted to ask you if alphas tricking out their faggots is that a common thing? And what should I be aware of?

Since this email is getting long, I will let you know how the interview went in another email if you want to hear about it. I had it a few days ago, it was intense! 🙂 Really not what I was expecting.

Well, I am really glad you are back and love the new site! And I am glad I found you again!

Thanks Again, Sam!

Love you!

Ethan!

I thought this was an incredibly promising situation, but things got even better when Ethan was allowed to meet King Karter in the flesh!

Here is what happened last Sunday (4/6). Alan said I would have an interview at 11. I left my doom very early, went to a nearby gas station bathroom, and cleaned myself out just in case. I arrived at his apartment at around 10:45. When I was walking up to his place my stomach was in knots. When he opened the door, he was huge, like 6’3 bold, and goatee. He was wearing just some basketball shorts.

He told me to sit down and we talked for a good while. It felt like a work interview. He asked me where I grew up. When did I start thinking and knowing I was a faggot. How many men have I served? I told him the details I told you a few years ago like knowing when I was about 10. and about Grinder. I also told him I had never been fucked which I was nervous about, but he didn’t mind he did make sure I was willing to be fucked and breed, and I said yes absolutely! I just never found a guy I was comfortable with. I told him how I met Alan and how I was looking for an Alpha. I told him about your website (the old one because I didn’t find this one yet) and how you gave me great advice and really helped me, He said he heard about the site from # 1, (I will explain that later) and that he looked at it a few times but he liked this site called fagmaster or fag life, better because it was more for alphas, but he said you do good work to help faggots like me know their place. He said he hadn’t gone to them in a while because they went down too. (I think like yours I guess) I never heard of them so I don’t know.  

Then he talked to me about his life and how he learned how to own faggots. He said he was always attracted to white boys but only had females sexually until he was 19 and got arrested with some friends carjacking and having pot on him. He said that while he was serving time in jail he learned how to use faggots. King Karter considers himself Bisexual. And sometimes had girlfriends but he has been more and more recently into white boy faggots. He said he only uses white boys faggots because he believes they need to pay restation for what they did to his ancestors. He said, “They raped us and used us and made us their slaves and now I do it to their children.” I did tell him I had family on my dad’s side who lived in the South and fought in the Confederate in the Civil War. He seemed to like that and laughed. I also told him I have family that are big right-wingers, and who are huge Trumpers and MAGA, and even some I think although I’m not sure are in the Proud Boys, I told him I wasn’t sure, but he liked learning about that I guess and smiled.

He then told me all of my duties if he took me as his faggot. Cooking and cleaning the apartment. That I must wear a cock cage at all times. He said he finds faggots being hard around him offensive and I do not have the right to have a hard dick. He said even when I’m doing chores such as laundry I would still have to wear one. I told him I understood but I said I had never put one on. He said I would get used to wearing it.

He also told me I was not allowed under any circumstances to have sex with anyone else without his knowledge or permission. And only with clients. I need to be tested for any STDs at least 2 times a month and must be on Prep(which I was) and Doxypep (which I wasn’t but now I am)

He also, said that he owned 4 other faggots, and he only uses numbers. He said faggots do not deserve names. He said the one I know as Alan he is #3, #1 was a faggot he met on Grinder after he came out of prison and has been the longest one he has owned. #2 and #4 are older men he met online who live in other parts of the country he does Zoom calls with them and uses them mostly as findom, but has met them a few times, and a few times they have come out here to serve him. He said he had had another #5 a few years ago but that one was kicked out because he did not want to get sold, he resisted a lot of the work and mostly only wanted sex. King Karter said if you serve me it’s more than just sex with me. So he kicked him out. King Karter said if I want to be owned by him I must be willing to do everything, including choices, sex, and dates. (with others). I said I was willing. He also said he makes all his fags get addicted to poppers. He said this is important as it makes the faggot brian weaker, more willing to be used. More willing to be molded. He said it would take my inhibitions and nervousness away and let me (him) own your mind easier for you and faster for me. I did say I had never done them but was willing to use them if there were no side effects he said no just getting high for a few minutes and it will help you when I fuck you.

I have a question for you, does your cock really get smaller, and how much and how fast. I have a 7.5 uncut, and I know you use cadges. How much smaller will mine get if I use it regularly?

Then he had me write down 3 lists of things, I want or have done sexually, things I might want to try, and things that I would rather not do. I would have put down piss under things that I would rather not do, but Alan said he was into that so I put it down under what I want to try to show that I want to be a better faggot and want to learn. We went through the list King Kater said that almost all of the things on the might want to try will be done to you like being gangbanged, and pumped out (which I was still nervous about but I only put it down the maybe list because I know that was one thing Alan said that would defiantly happen.) And King Karter said he wants me to try to think of being more open to some of the things on the do-not list. Some of them he agreed like blood and cutting he said will never be done. He said a few of them like Scat he was not into, but some of the clients might and you will have to do whatever they want. You are not there for your pleasure you are there for theirs. I told him I would try, and he laughed and said “You will do it, not try, but I will help you and train you first and have you get used to it before I would send you to someone that really wants to do it.” That did make me feel a little better about it. Another thing on the not list was taking pictures like nudes or videos, he said he would be ok with it but again he would like to to push your boundaries. I said, “I was just afraid of future jobs and losing them.” he said he understood but said we can work around it like using masks, or not showing our face, but we will talk about that later.

The next thing he had me do was to strip. He said he wanted to see what I was working with. I was already hard, basically as I was just walking up to the apartment, and was nervous I tried to hide it but he said “He would let it go this one time because this was the first interview, but after this he sees my hard fag prick again without a cadge he would have to beat me.” I just nodded and said, “Yes sir,” there was a cock cage sitting on the coffee table and to told me to turn around and put it on so he did have to see it (I think my dick). It actually took me a while to do both because I had to figure it out and how to put it on. And because I had to push my hard dick into it, I had to think of girls and boobs to get it to go down enough. Finally, I got it in when I turned around he didn’t seem annoyed though as it took a while I think.

Any tips on how to put it on faster and easier?

He had me bring out a huge laundry basket from the bedroom closet. And he had 2 new popper bottles on the table. King Karter had me dump all his dirty laundry on the ground, it was all dirty gym clothes and underwear. And I had to separate them in colors and whites. But every time I picked up an article of clothing I had to take a huge sniff of it, and breathe it in for a long time, and hold it. Then put it in either white or colors. After I pulled one peace out and sniffed it I would have to put one of the bottles under my nose and he said I would sniff (hit) the poppers. And I had to alternate if it was white I had to hit Amsterdam and if it was a color I had to hit Blue Boy. I went back and forth, from one to the other, all the time he was just sitting there watchin. He pulled off his shorts and was wearing a jockstrap, I could see the HUGE!!! Outline of his cock. It made me so weak. My heart was beating so fast and so hard, I think it was from the poppers but as I was so excited!! I was getting dizzy really fast. I was finally done. Then I had to put the colors in the washing machine. At this point I was feeling so weak I would let him do everything I could tell that he was right about the poppers, It was amazing. I was not nervous or anything and all I wanted to do was to please him.

Then he had me get on my knees in between his thick thighs. I thought “Yes I’m goin to suck that huge thick dick!!” My mouth was so wet and all I could do was stare at it. He said to go down and smell him. he said NO TOUNGE, NO LIPS! JUST SNIFF, You Got that Faggot?!

I nodded, I was sniffing him up and, and down, he would push my head into the side of his balls. Then after a few minutes, he would make me sniff more poppers. Then go back down. And smell him again, Then more poppers, then just more sniffing it was driving me so crazy being so close to this dick on the outside in his jock. I really really had to fight myself not to stick out my tongue but I wanted to show I could follow orders. At this point, I was like so Fuckin High, I never had felt like this even when I smoked pot. He would alternate between Amsterdame and Blue Boy. A few times he would put both under my nose. Then he would look at me and have me look up at him make me say I was a faggot, I want big N**ger Cock, and make me beg, then would have me sniff again. He would pull my hair and make my nose go up and down the shaft, in his jock I thought I would go insane.

Finally, a buzzer went off it was the laundry, I had to change it and put the colors in the dryer and the whites in. Then I came back, and he did the same thing only now he would slap me on the back of the head sometimes if I wasn’t sniffing hard enough or if he thought he felt my tongue, which would sometimes slip out a few times. He also made me do two bottles at once and sometimes in the mouth.

He had me make big sniffs of his ass crack and only took out his balls so I can sniff them. I would inhale a big popper sniff then hold it and exhale hard and then he would shove my head and face down under him, on his balls, his taint, his ass hole. I was so dizzy! 🙂 Then the buzzer went off again!

It was like I lost so much time. Because I know the cycle was like for 45 minutes plus an extra rinse cycle. But to me it felt like only 10-15 minutes, Dose poppers make you lose track of time?

It took me a while cause it was hard to stand up. Then I unloaded the dryer and loaded the whites in the dryer, and he had me fold the Darks into piles. He then asked me if I want to suck this big N*ger cock, I said yes please, he asked me again and at this point, I was begging, and he was stroking it in his jock, “Clean up your mess first and I’ll think about it.” He pointed to the carpet, I had a huge, huge wet spot under me from all my precum. I didn’t know you could precum like that, especially with a cage on. The cage felt so awkward like my dick was pushing inside me. Felt so weird, not like a bad weird, but just weird. I started to get up and get a paper towel but he Yelled at me, “No Faggot SUCK IT UP!” “First give me your phone!”

 I was scared he was going to take a pic of me sucking the carpet, but I gave it to him and started sucking the precum out of the carpet, trying to look up to see what he was doing. He put his contact info in and sent himself a text. Then he got on his phone and through mine on the couch and sent me 3 Texts. He ordered me to get on my knees and I looked up at him. He handed me the poppers he said he sent me 3 popper trainer videos ( 1st https://thisvid.com/videos/jack-of-spades-white-boi-hypno/   2nd https://thisvid.com/videos/blacked-nation-popperbation-2/  3rd https://thisvid.com/videos/lost-in-desire-censored-poppers-trainer-w-dildo-joi/

King Karter said my homework was to watch at least one, if not all 3 every single day. And follow the instructions. That this will help better train my faggot mind. He gave me the two popper bottles. He also told me to get a big black dildo if I didn’t have one already and use it on myself each time, and I must clean it off, Pull it out of my cunt and clean it with my mouth and shove it back in and keep doing it over and over, he wanted me to love the taste of my cunt on N*ger cock. I just nodded, At this point, I was so horny and wanted to do anything to take that cock in my mouth! But he didn’t let me suck him. He just said, Ok get dressed put your cage on the table before you leave.

I was so shocked I thought I was going to suck him off and he just walked out of the room. I felt I must have fucked up somehow like I did something wrong. I was almost about to start crying, and I don’t cry like almost ever. It was like he punched me in the gut. So I slowly got dressed and left. Putting the cage on the table, I was still rock hard and dripping, and I left.

It takes me about 45- 1 hr to drive from his place to the dorm and the whole ride back I was thinking I did something wrong what did I do? Hoping I did not fuck it up… I was killing myself. As soon as I got back to my dorm I texted Alan,#3, and see if I really fucked up and asked if I could make it up. He was at work so he couldn’t talk but later that evening we talked on the phone, I had to go outside because my roommate was there. #3 said I didn’t fuck it up. He said I was great, and that King Karter did the same thing just not as intense with him. He said he didn’t get to suck his cock until a few weeks later after he had started working for him. #3 also said King Karter wants to make sure you are not just in for the sex but everything else. And that this was a way to help condition my mind to serve him and his friends. This is what he does to test you and help train you. #3 also said I had to follow the instructions. Use the popper trainers every day. (which is hard in a Dorm, but I have done it a few times in my car, or I have to wait until my roommate is at class or out for the night) That I need to practice Ass to Mouth (even though I was not really into that) all the time now because he loves that shit.

Very powerful stuff! I especially loved the very clever use of the washer/dryer as a timing and task element to this initial meeting! It allows King Karter to gauge Ethan’s reaction time and attentiveness to detail!

As far as the pimping of faggots to Alpha friends, this seems to be more prevalent among black Alphas than white Alphas for whatever reason. I have never been fully owned by a black Alpha, so I was never pimped out this way. I know Ethan was a little rattled by that aspect, but it didn’t surprise me.

I’m just so proud of my brave young brother! I’m looking forward to seeing how his eye-opening new opportunity for service will develop!

Not so a question but more of a general confusion and I don’t know what to do about it and I can’t talk to anyone about it so here I am. I am confused. I’m 25m and a virgin. I’m bi but closeted as I live in an area that isn’t really friendly with that. I’m also religious which is why I haven’t had sex or pursued any sexual desires. I don’t know what I am or how to even approach anything because it’s not really possible to do anything physical. I thought I was pretty vanilla but I’ve been diving deep into all kink related stuff recently especially Alpha/fag Dom/sub dynamics. I initially tried out subbing online and I think it was nice but it never really felt right. But I’ve read all kinds of posts about fags and alphas, their interactions, how fully fags have submitted and it turns me on so much! I continuously feel myself getting turned on by the submission. I initially thought it was me wanting to be submissive but every day I feel myself gravitating towards dominating. I tried it online too and hell it feels amazing it’s such a rush. But it didn’t fit either. Maybe the barrier of being online is making everything weird. I’m getting more frustrated and annoyed by the day that I can’t do anything about it.

There really isn’t a question. Just more of an outlet to speak my mind.

Thank you for writing to me! 

I can appreciate your exhaustion and frustration. It can be bewildering when you’re unsure of your place even though you feel like you should know it. The sensation is akin to stumbling around a funhouse in the dark – it’s not so fun then! 

Let me suggest something based on what you wrote here. I believe you might be suffering from what I call “Alpha Latency”. You see, some Men who are naturally-born Alphas suffer childhood trauma or experience influences that make them deny or dismiss their natural Alpha urges. This prevents these proto-Alphas from developing completely and embracing their true purpose. They wander through life in a kind of gray fog, emotionally disengaged from the world around them because they aren’t realizing and manifesting the power within themselves. 

The fact that you find yourself turned on by faggot submission and a curiosity about dominating them makes me think you have an inborn tendency you’re ignoring, Sir. I wonder what might happen if you just had a faggot come over and worship your feet, Sir. I think you might discover something about yourself that you’re either denying or suppressing. 

Either way, that is my suggestion, Sir. 

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Hi Sam. Last time I told you the story of my relationship with Trevor, my childhood bully. As you advised, I said no to him. I broke off all relations with him. I moved to another country. Not because of him. I was simply offered a job in Poland. There I rented a room in the house of a nice elderly couple. Their nephew Yannick lives with them. He looks like he’s 17-19 years old. Tall, blond, with blue eyes. Yannick sometimes works outside without a shirt. His eight-pack abs, strong muscular arms and big, gorgeous ass have been turning me on a lot lately. One day, something happened that turned my whole brain upside down. I went to the bathroom to do my business. Yannick was sitting on the toilet with his pants down. His dick was resting on his thigh. Long. With mesmerizingly large balls. I stared at the penis. My inner voice said that this was indecent. But I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I stared in rapture. Yannick didn’t say anything, but every now and then he’d look up to look at me. But he didn’t do anything. At that moment, I really wanted to kiss the head of his cock. Run my tongue along the shaft and feel the skin and veins. But after a while, I ran away. We hadn’t seen each other since, and he was away at a swimming meet in college. What should I do, Sam?

This is a follow-up to THIS QUESTION.

First of all, congratulations on getting away from Trevor! What an awful person! I’m glad to hear about your new life in Poland!

I have little doubt that you’ll be able to serve Yannick. His relaxed, confident response to you staring at his giant cock and balls tells me he’s been admired and worshiped before. This works in your favor.

I’m also going to suggest to you that he probably already knows you’re a faggot. First of all, Alphas of his caliber have exceptional fag radar and can usually spot them on instinct alone. And secondly, the very awkward bathroom encounter feels like something else was supposed to happen. I’m wondering if he was too nervous to make a move, or if he was expecting you to drop to your knees right there (this is what I think).

So what should you try when you see him again?

First of all, start calling him “Sir” (or the equivalent in your language). Be very complimentary of his body, his scent, etc. Young Alphas are just learning the extent of their sexual powers and how their body/presence influences others, so this will be effective. You should try to get down low, near his feet, whenever possible. If there is any possibility to offer him a foot massage, do it. If there is anything you can do for him/buy for him, do it.

Now, if you want to take a more aggressive step, ask him if he considers himself to be Alpha. If he doesn’t understand, show him the post “Hierarchy: A Primer” that opens this site (use the tools on this site! That’s why it’s here!). A conversation about Hierarchy and his place in it will lead in many interesting directions, but it will for sure tell him this: you, an inferior, thinks he’s superior. And that’s really all you need.

Keep me posted on how this progresses!

Hi Sam, in your post about Moby and Johnny, you said “Nature made the call at birth when it gave you a substandard dick and submissive personality.” and that sounds like a departure from your previous position that penis size doesn’t or shouldn’t matter in the hierarchy.

Johnny said he measured his penis at just over 5 inches, and you called it “substandard” and seemed to suggest this is one reason, among others, that he belongs in chastity. Are you now willing to state that chastity and submission are (at least likely) the destiny of males with a dick roughly that size or smaller?

Thank you for the question! 

Good catch! I’m glad some readers are paying attention! 

I used the word “substandard” intentionally to reinforce that the faggot needed to stop focusing on its own insignificant dick and lock it up so it can serve more fully. A faggot dick of any size is technically substandard because it is useless. It serves no purpose. 

Dicks that small aren’t entirely useless, nor are they destined to be locked in chastity. And a male can have a five inch dick and not be a faggot. Beta males often have dicks that size. 

But overall I don’t believe dick size correlates with a Man’s place within Hierarchy. 

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The following post is part of a thread involving a faggot named Oliver whose Alpha boyfriend refused to take a more dominant role and use him as a faggot. But after some coaching from me, he has seen some positive results. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

You may remember two “Questions From Readers” posts from March (HERE and HERE) involving a faggot named Oliver who was in a longterm relationship with an Alpha who didn’t seem to really embrace Oliver’s faggot nature. These can be tricky to overcome sometimes, because occasionally an Alpha finds it offensive to think of his partner as a faggot.

But I didn’t think Oliver’s unnamed Alpha boyfriend was such an Alpha. He just needed the right stimulus.

Now Oliver has sent me a third and most dramatic update, so I’m elevating his series of questions to a site-wide thread in order to track this developing story in a cleaner way.

Oliver wrote:

Hi brother Sam,

I thought that you would like to know how my process of submitting to my boyfriend is going. After all, it was thanks to your advice that I managed to awaken the Alpha that he had in him as I told you last month: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/questions-from-readers-267/

In my last message, I mentioned that I thought that his work trip would slow down the journey to his alphahood, but I couldn’t have been more wrong! If anything, the long distance made him extremely controlling.

When I messaged him during his trip he often left me on read or just replied “I’m busy”, but when he texted he expected me to answer immediately and send him nudes on command. His messages were things like: “legs up, now”, or “show me your bussy”. He also asked me not to masturbate or finger myself while he was away, as he wanted me to prove that I cared about him and told me that he would know if I had done it: “when I come back I will put my finger up your ass and it better be tight like a virgin”. He had never talked like that but I have to admit that it made me leak!

And sure enough, this is what he did as soon as he came back for the trip. I made sure to have dinner ready for him, but he did not pay much attention to the meal. As he told me he would do, he threw me to the sofa, pulled down my pants and pushed his fingers inside my hole. He soon realized that I had followed his orders, as my hole was very tight and my balls were full. I was expecting a sweet kiss or some sort of appreciation, but instead it felt like a beast awakened inside of him. He pushed his dick inside me without any lube or preparation and started to fuck me while I screamed. He did not stop sailing me until he finished inside of me, and whispered in my ear: “this is what you were asking for”.

After this, he acted like nothing happened, we chatted normally during dinner and we cuddled in bed before falling asleep. It wasn’t until the next morning that I realized that I had not come the night before. While normally I would masturbate and make myself finish after sex while he was scrolling on his phone or asleep, that night I did not feel the need to. Even though I did not feel the pleasure from the release, it somehow made me feel more complete and accomplished.

I feel very happy with the new dynamic that we achieved: he expects me to get most of the housework done while he plays videogames, and he then rewards me with hard sex. Although we haven’t talked about it, he also looks pleased that I have not been masturbating after sex, as he often grabs my balls and laughs at how big they have become!

Oliver x

Wow, that IS a huge shift in attitude! It’s shocking what a few adjustments can do to ignite an Alpha’s need for power and control!

But Oliver has been executing my advice perfectly, and I’m so glad to see that it’s bearing fruit!

But, more importantly, this shift in dynamics is helping Oliver appreciate what it really means be to be a devoted faggot. That last bit at the end about how Oliver didn’t masturbate after being roughly used by his Master/boyfriend is significant. This is the effect of perpetual subspace. It’s how I stopped masturbating eight years ago. Once you’re in perpetual subspace, masturbation becomes an offensive afterthought.

So I congratulate my brother Oliver on a job well done! GOOD BOY!

For the last ten years I’ve been standing defiantly on a hill with a big flag that says “FAGGOT” on it. And I’ve been cancelled harder than The Brady Bunch Variety Hour for that stance.

I’m not ever going to renounce the word “FAGGOT” or its power. It’s what I’ve identified as for the last THIRTY YEARS OF MY LIFE! Embracing the word as my truth was one of the most liberating moments of my adult life, and I’m not going to toss that aside because Tumblr shut me down for the 11th time (just last month) or Twitter/X suspends me for the 25th time (two weeks ago, shutting down my 90K @HierarchyPCast account).

Nothing will stop THE TRUTH.

The Truth is like water. It overcomes every barrier, either by slipping through the tiniest cracks or literally pushing over the tallest walls. Like water, Truth refreshes completely and naturally. And like a body of water, Truth provides meditative serenity.

I’ve worked with Master Aodhan (@MasterA_2022) on several X Spaces to help faggots take their first steps to publicly admitting that they are faggots. These were revolutionary spaces that changed the lives of the faggots who participated. During one session 88 faggots admitted their truth for the first time. Some openly wept. It was inspirational.

I love hearing from faggots who, like me, find their entire reality transformed by accepting this truth. Here is another example of this, from a faggot who came to accept himself after stumbling onto my content and then the podcast.

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.

It’s so invigorating to hear these stories. These experiences keep me on that hill, proudly and defiantly waving my FAGGOT flag.

You can cancel me momentarily, but the Truth lives forever!

The following post is part of a thread following the continuing service of a faggot named James who has been serving a young straight Alpha for TEN YEARS. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I was pretty surprised when I heard the story of my brother James, a faggot cocksucker who has been serving a straight Alpha consistently for ten years.

Yes, TEN!

It was clear from James’s first post that his straight Alpha, like most straight Alphas who use faggots, is pretty insatiable sexually. This is most likely why straight Alphas turn to faggots for sex. They come to find out that faggots are also insatiable and talented at service/worship, and the sex itself satisfies their kinky taboo side.

Speaking of “kinky taboo side”, James wrote to me to tell me about plans his straight Master has been planning.

As you know, this straight Alpha has been using me for just about 10 years now…  The great majority of the time, he uses my mouth and throat for his pleasure… As I explained before, when it’s been a while since the last time or he’s just extra horny, he fucks my other hole as well…  But he’s always been into scenarios… He’s aways liked to send me videos in his text messages from time to time saying:”This is what I want I want from my faggot next time…Study the bitch who’s on her knees and learn her technique.”…  He’s sent me a load of videos through the years showing women getting used roughly… He has me watch them and imagine myself in the main bitch’s place…  

As far as those scenarios I mentioned in my article;  Some time ago he sent me a catalog ad picturing a knitted full pink face mask with the words “Yes DADDY” on the forehead… I ordered it from Amazon as he told me to and I have it at home… His plan is to make a video and title it “My faggot” as soon as he decides where he wants to do it and has ample time to put together a proper short porn video as he said may involve retakes to get it right…  

As for using others along with me for cock worship:… Two or three times he’s mentioned a fem boi faggot he used a couple of times that he’d like to use along with me to switch off sucking his cock and balls… The scene would end with him nutting in my throat while the fem boi  squeezes his balls…

The girl I mentioned is his latest idea… He supposedly met a woman about 40 or so recently who’s a total cock slut for younger guys… He said he got with her twice so far and she’s totally into cock worship… He says he’s pretty damn sure she’ll have no problem teaming up with me to work for his nut and commence with me guiding his cock into her for a fucking finally … 

I know he’s serious about all of these scenarios but they do require a certain amount or time and planning to reach fruition … I think that he’ll most likely do the “My faggot” video first because it’s the oldest idea of the three, it only requires me and I now have the mask he wanted me to wear… I have no idea which or the other two scenarios he might want to do first… Whichever or those two people he’s able to coordinate first would be the deciding factor as to if and/or when it might take place… He DOES have a penchant for acting out sex scenes he’s seen in videos or just in his mind… I mentioned before that he’s had me act out quite a few through the years… Whatever transpires, he assured me that I’ll always be his #1 faggot and I’ll be the bitch who ends up with his load every time.

It’s extraordinary, isn’t it? Straight Alphas just want obedience and worship and service, and when they discover that a faggot can give them those things to a superlative degree, they’re willing to ignore what they’re “supposed to do” in favor of what they MUST do. Society wants these greatest Men to stay in their lane as stereotypical straight Alphas and reinforce a generic, man-made paradigm.

But Hierarchy is the most basic and natural paradigm in all of human history. It supersedes everything else we imagine. And it doesn’t bend to the expectations of transitory generations.

The straight Alpha James serves ignores what he is supposed to do because the desires inside him crave something more, some deeper type of satisfaction. It’s a need, not just for physical pleasure, but also for a power that most other Men cannot comprehend.

And his faggot gives him the opportunity to have it!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Even I don’t know the percentage of straight Alphas who use faggots as cocksuckers and then don’t fuck them, but it seems pretty low to me. I mean, my first Alpha Roger didn’t fuck my ass, but he seems to be an outlier.

What I’m getting at is this: if a straight Alpha uses a faggot for blowjobs consistently for a period of time, he’s more than likely going to end up mounting and breeding it as well. After all, he’s now getting head from a faggot and realizing it doesn’t change his sexual preference, so why not go farther and fuck it as well?

The probability goes even higher if the straight Alpha keeps the faggot in-house as a personal slave. Day after day the Alpha comes home frustrated and in need of a hole to relentlessly pound, and there’s an eager, obedient hole to use! How convenient!

I knew Master Mike would eventually fuck his faggot Benjamin after a couple of weeks of constant oral service. Master Mike is a truly powerful straight Alpha who is used to getting his way, and he seems to have little concern about the opinions of the inferiors all around him. After hearing the way Master Mike practically growled while describing Benji’s insatiable throat, I figured Master Mike would be breeding Benji in short order.

Then the other day, it happened:

Benji would like to pass on his thanks. He seemed to enjoy his pussy getting smashed yesterday. I know I enjoyed it. Most girls don’t give up their assholes but Benji gritted his teeth and took it. Because he had sucked me off so many times it was quite a marathon fuck too. Just under 2 hours. And I will admit I get pretty rough with it towards the end. Shot my load deep in his pussy. Fuck was I tired once done. I woke up this morning with Benji trapped under me still. I had him fully pinned for 10 hours and the fucking fag was SMILING in his sleep. So I took my morning wood and went balls deep again. That pussy will never provide resistance to me again. Shot my second load in his cunt and plugged it to let it fully enter his bloodstream. I then had him clean up the 2 fucks worth of crusted lube and ass slime and cum. The breakfast of fags. Going to need him to change my sheets too as his pussy leaked overnight. The one issue I have is the little bit of hair stubble he has on his hole. I want it perfectly smooth which can’t be done with shaving. Time to book him in for some laser treatment.

I love how nonchalantly Master Mike relates this huge moment in his life. After all, this was the first time he’s ever bred a faggot!

Also, take note of Master Mike’s sudden attentiveness to Benjamin’s grooming. He wants to reshape his faggot into the perfect toy worthy of taking his cock and his kids. That indicates a POSSESSIVE MINDSET, something often seen in truly powerful Alpha Masters who want to OWN THEIR FAGGOTS COMPLETELY.

Then Master Mike added more:

There was some resistance but he was very eager and I used plenty of lube. I know that probably makes me a soft touch of a Master. Spoiling him with lube and letting him sleep in my bed. I honestly felt so powerful in that moment. Hearing his whimpers and whines. And then his begging for more. I was slow and firm getting into him. Got balls deep and held for a minute while I made him recite over and over that he was my faggot. My property. Then I started. I can only describe it as a rut. I dont remember much of the next few hours. I woke up this morning with my arms in a tackle hold around his neck and shoulders. My legs spreading and pinning his. Fuck it felt good. No chick would ever let you fuck her that hard. Or physically restrain he like that. He struggled a little bit but I don’t think he wanted to break free. He knows I like to physically overpower so I think he was showing how helpless he was. Benji was not a virgin but it has been about a year and a half since he was fucked and he has never been fucked like that. Such a good faggot though. Definitely worth it.

It’s so awesome that Master Mike is deep enough and thoughtful enough to really take the time to ponder the glories of faggot ownership compared to the use of females. And it’s clear that Benjamin’s faithful and devoted service is making a believer out of Master Mike!

A couple of months ago Master Mike probably never imagined that his life could be like this. He already knew he was born a King, but he couldn’t really grasp the full extent of his Kingdom.

But his eyes are wide open now, and the possibilities are endless!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of an Alpha named Moby who has slowly ascended to become the Master of Johnny, his submissive boyfriend of two years. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Two days ago I received a long account of a natural Alpha Ascension in my “Questions From Readers” inbox so powerful that I couldn’t just limit it to a simple reply. The writer of the letter was a young gay sub male named Johnny. He has been in a committed, relatively-normal relationship with Moby, his Top, for two years.

Johnny’s account very neatly describes the perfect way Hierarchy will impose itself upon us and force us to embrace truths about ourselves we often don’t know until they are revealed within us. Also, the letter vividly illustrates how Alphahood cannot be denied or resisted when one is born that way.

I really want you to read and study this startling letter with me:

Hi Sam!

My name is Johnny. I’d like to share something I’ve been going through lately to hear your thoughts. I came across your site a few months back and it intrigued me.

So for context, I’ve been dating my boyfriend for about 2 years now. For simplicity sake, we can call him Moby (that’s not his real name FYI). Moby was my first. When we met, I hadn’t had sex with any other guy yet. I was (and still am) just figuring out what I like sexually. There’s always been a certain power-exchange balance in our relationship since we first met. Moby’s always been the more ‘dominant’ one, if you want to call it that. He’s 6’2” and tends to keep in shape and take care of himself. I like that about him. He’s got dirty blonde hair and a great body, not going to lie. I’m a little bit shorter than him. In essence, he’s bigger than me in pretty much every way. He looks like a real ‘Man’ and I like that about him.

In the bedroom, he very quickly took on a more dominant role, and taught me how to be submissive. Although I don’t always like to admit it, I’ve always felt the most comfortable being submissive with Moby. It just feels oddly right. To be completely honest, Moby has a pretty good-sized dick and he knows it. 

For fun one time, we got out some measuring tape and measured ourselves. Moby’s dick when just soft is a little over 5 inches and when hard….just a bit above 9.5 inches and quite thick. He was born gifted. And here I am measuring a tad over 5 inches when hard…Moby is clearly more “alpha” than I am, and we both know it. And, weirdly enough, I feel okay with that dynamic. I learned pretty quick that I absolutely love giving a good blow job. I could do that for hours and my bf definitely does not complain.

It wasn’t too long until Moby and I started to get into more of our deeper…fantasies. Moby introduced me to the concept of chastity. He’s always really been turned on by the idea of having me be in chastity. I, naturally curious, obliged him and I began wearing a cage when we’d have sex. Moby began to almost “train” me to associate the cage with not cumming and only focus on making him cum. After Moby would cum, he’d kiss me and cuddle me. When I’d ask to cum, he’d tell me no because he had already cum and that was pleasureful for us both. At first, that was really tough for me because I’ve always been a horny boy, and not getting release after sex was…hard for me, to say the least.

Next I knew, my bf was starting to keep me locked when going to bed. My dick would strain so hard against the confines of the cage. Moby noticed it and got me a strap to help with that. Moby soon began pushing me to wear my cage for longer, even when we’d just be at home not having sex. Because I gave the key to my bf, I really couldn’t decide when to unlock even if I was horny. I sometimes wonder if that was a good idea or not.

He’s been forcing me to go longer and longer without cumming. At first, just a day or two. And then close to a week…and then two weeks. Soon he began forcing me to wear the cage even when we’d go out in public. He says that the idea of knowing I’m locked up while no one else around us knows, really turns him on like nothing else. And, honestly, I think me too.

He’s been trying to convince me that I don’t need to worry about my own orgasm. He’ll say things like, “Baby, you don’t have to worry about touching your own dick. Don’t think of it as a dick anyway. That’ll only frustrate you. You don’t like touching it. It doesn’t feel good for you. Remember? That’s why I locked it up safe and sound, and you can relax by making my dick feel good. My cock is the only cock you need to think about, baby.” I hate it, but I’ve been starting to believe it. And, fuck, he turns me on. Something has changed inside Moby recently – almost feral-like.

Lately, Moby’s been experimenting with my ass. He’ll often eat me out and then fuck me for a long time. It was weird at first but feels great now…for the most part. Usually, he likes to just cum inside me to finish. It kinda hurts ngl, but why does it feel so good when I feel his cock pulsing inside me. It kinda relaxes me. Sometimes after a good fucking, I find that my dick has almost, like, spontaneously shot precum or at least something that looks like that. Moby always has me keep his cum inside me after he unloads. He’s very adamant about that. Often, he’ll make me go to bed with his cum still inside my ass. It turns me on ngl.

The last time Moby let me cum was almost a month and a half ago at this point. I’m so fricking horny all the time and I don’t know what to do with all of it! I can’t think straight. Moby keeps reassuring me that when the time is right, my “body will learn to cum just from me fucking you” and that I have to learn to cum from his cock sliding in and out of me. Whereas before it’d hurt for him to slide his dick inside me, now it’s kinda starting to feel good. I don’t know. It’s a weird feeling. I feel confused but strangely satisfied. What do I do, Sam?

Moby just told me last night that he plans on keeping the key to my cage on a more permanent basis. He said I’m ready. At times, he calls me “boy.” He says that he wants me to stay locked basically all the time and that he’d let me out occasionally in the shower so he can clean me. I work from home, so that isn’t a real big concern. He doesn’t want me to have access to my penis anymore, basically. He said, “It’s either my cock or your nub. You can’t have both, so choose.” I don’t know what to do. Sometimes my dick strains so hard in it cage that it feels like it’s gonna break out. It never does, of course.

So, I guess, what do I do, Sam? I’m kinda at a loss. This all seems to have happened so suddenly and now I seem to be living a life where I can’t even touch my own dick without permission. That doesn’t feel normal. I’m forced to sit down to pee (which Moby likes) and service his cock when he pleases. And to be honest with myself…I absolutely love it…while feeling utterly terrified at the same time. What do I do? Is this normal? If I go with this, is it even possible to live a life without really using my dick? What if other guys find out? I really like Moby’s dick though…ugh…I don’t know.

Best,

Johnny

You can hear the panic in Johnny’s words, can’t you? But beyond that panic, there is also the sound of fulfillment and purpose!

Every step of Master Moby has taken during the course of enslaving Johnny has been one of curiosity fueled by his primal instincts. He seems to be approaching this enslavement of Johnny in the same way any animal blindly and thoughtlessly follows its instincts at the right time. It was inevitable that Master Moby’s Alpha instinct would kick in and he would need to take further and deeper control of Johnny until Johnny accepted what he is to Master Moby: his faggot.

Personally, I can’t help but wonder about Master Moby’s past, and whether or not he ever had any exposure to faggot worship and service prior to being with Johnny. Regardless, it’s so very clear that the Alpha programming within him demanded that Johnny must be subjugated, placed into chastity, and turned into his property.

To answer Johnny’s concluding questions:

1. There is nothing more to do except obey Master Moby and try to please him.
2. As I laid out above, yes, this is perfectly normal for an ascending Alpha who is truly embracing his power and authority as such. It’s also normal for an Alpha who wants to be the Master of a personal faggot.
3. Yes, it’s possible to live a “normal” life without the use of your dick. Nature made the call at birth when it gave you a substandard dick and submissive personality. You’re now owned by an Alpha endowed with a large cock and the dominance to use it. Your dick is now nothing more than a urination device, as well as a means for Master Moby to train you (through caging it) to focus on the only true cock in the relationship: HIS COCK.
4. Who cares what anyone else thinks about your caged penis? Yes, they might laugh or be morbidly curious about it. So what? By wearing that cage you are proudly displaying the fact that you are the property of a true Alpha Master like Moby. Out of all the faggots he could own, he chose YOU. Nobody else wears Master Moby’s chastity cage, so look at it like a wedding ring and be PROUD!

I love receiving experiences like this one. They go a long way to indisputably proving not only the TRUTH of Hierarchy, but also its INEVITABILITY. These are the roles we are meant to inhabit and fulfill. Even when we don’t understand why we do the things we do or why we love it, NATURE DOES!

Hierarchy 273 – A Birthday And Anniversary

I had a birthday yesterday, as well as my 30-year anniversary as a fåggot. Here are some thoughts!

SITE: https://hierarchypodcast.com/hierarchy-273-a-birthday-and anniversary/

SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/show/2TqhwaNl7kdcyZXK7YL5FV?si=1Trk3AbJTH6UWx1UVRYMrw

AMAZON: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/b09c451b-5400-481c-b69e-85463cf2e84c/the-hierarchy-podcast

APPLE: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-hierarchy-podcast/id1778739988

I’ve known but a very few other faggots (meaning those who recognized me as a faggot and were willing to relate to me on that level)… I was surprised to find that a goodly percentage of the fellow faggots I spoke with do not feel that they were “natural born faggots”… Rather they cite some life experience such as being bullied, watching another fag being dominated by an Alpha or themselves being overcome by the desire to submit when confronted in some manner by an outwardly dominant Apha male resulting in an inner transformation… They consider this experience to have been their moment of transformation which rendered them  faggots from that point on…  Other faggots I had occasion to discuss this matter with shared my belief that we are BORN FAGGOTS and we all experience some type of life experience which serves to awaken the dormant faggot inside of us… By that point, our recognition of the superior Alpha male persona, along with our inner desire to submit cause the experience to become an extremely vivid memory which some faggots confuse with a transformation… Even before I became familiar with the term”faggot” I’ve always felt “hard wired” to submit as opposed to dominate… As early as 7th grade I began to consciously identify certain male classmates as superior to myself in both physical as well as other, sometimes indiscernible ways… I inwardly acknowledged my place at the bottom rung of the hierarchy long before I heard or understood the term… Though BORN a faggot, I believe that living the faggot life is nurtured through a myriad of life experiences…

Hi brother! Thank you for writing! 

Yes, I’m of the opinion that natural faggots are born that way. When faggots tell me that they feel like certain experiences (like the ones you mention in your letter) led them to become faggots, I simply feel like that argument is a bit of a “chicken and the egg” conundrum. It could very well be that those experiences help us to realize what’s inside us. 

Regardless, it’s probably better to accept it as an inborn need because it’s not something a faggot can escape.  

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