It only takes an Alpha waving his hard cock to reveal the true nature of the males around him!
A friend of the site named Nick sent me an email today with a link to a fascinating video about Male signaling and how it works within Hierarchy.
I loved it so much that I downloaded it and uploaded it here. It comes from a substack titled “Men Are Good”. The direct link can be found HERE.
So much of what he says is 100% accurate, and everything I’ve studied and preached about Male interaction within Hierarchy for my entire life, It’s always breathtaking to me to hear secular, “outside” scholars, sociologists, and sex therapists discuss Hierarchy in clean scientific terms!
Hierarchy is undeniable, folks. The more you fight it, the tighter its grip becomes!
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I rarely dream about being in love.
My lifetime spent in service to Alphas has largely made the possibility of being in love an impossibility. I’ve certainly been in love with a couple of my Masters, straight Alphas who could never fully return my love. And I’ve had people in love with me, mostly girls to whom I could never return affection.
Thirty years of service to Men have passed since my heart first opened like a hopeful flower in my foolish youth. They have been years filled with the wonders of discovery, of purpose and discipline. Yet they remain like cold stone sculptures in the statuary garden of my life.
But occasionally my subconscious allows a sunrise of a dream of love to warm the concrete and grow the smothering ivy choking it.
A dream of being in love, it happened last night. I want to share it with you.
I was a proper English lad in the early 20th century, maybe between the World Wars. Like all proper boys of that time, I was dapper in my crisp white shirt, black tie, and black wool slacks.
Matching me almost exactly in dress was my Alpha, William. Ah, William! He of the chiseled jaw, the confident smile, the jet black hair slicked back, his sharp, dark eyes peering like an animal from beneath his low, shadowy brow.
We were on the third floor of a cavernous English mansion, seemingly alone and safe. William sat confidently on a tall bannister that stood guard against a precipitous drop to the ballroom floor below. And I was between his legs, my head in his lap.
His large, heavy hand gently stroked my head. I’d never felt such a breathless peace before. It was like being a boy at home, wrapped in a favorite blanket while held by Mom … except there was a sort of electrical excitement quivering beneath the surface. The whole world felt alive in that moment, simultaneously infinite and intimate, and endlessly possible.
William began humming, just random notes I think, but in them I heard a song.
Excitement overwhelmed me and I popped up with a huge, child-like grin, and kissed his surprised face right on his cheek. I began spinning in a dance across the dark hardwood floor, singing the lyrics to William’s tune as they arose from my heart.
With our love in bloom,
I’m singing a tune,
That could lead careless lovers off a cliff,
And if that bloom had a scent,
Of poisoned intent,
You’ll forgive me for taking a whiff.
My dance took to a third-floor balcony overlooking a stately garden courtyard. Encircling the rear of the house were a series of closely-arranged marble columns three stories high.
In my pure, fearless joy I leaped from the balcony to land precisely on the top of the nearest column. As William protested, I jumped again to the next column, except this one was covered in vines and topped with moss. I slipped slightly, and I nearly plunged to my death.
I lowered myself and laid on my stomach on top of the column, fear gripping me as I breathlessly gazed at the concrete below.
“Are you alright?” asked William. He had leaped right to me and was standing over me. I looked up and saw his shiny black dress shoe near my face.
My William is here to rescue me! Foolish me! I thought. I instantly felt completely safe … and completely ashamed.
I carefully crawled on my belly until I could properly reach his feet, and then I tenderly kissed his shoe with all of the gratitude I could express.
“Good boy,” said William. “Good boy.”
And then I woke up.
I’m not sure why I felt the need to share this with you all. Partly it’s for the sake of my own memory, since I don’t want to lose William’s nonexistent love.
But maybe I want to share it as a kind of warning. Being a faggot and living it properly can sometimes be like trying to find the treat in a maze that has no treats and all dead ends.
That sounds more hopeless than I intended, but it’s true. We are born to a life of service to Alphas who can love us like a favorite dog (which is itself a powerful love), but it’s not like being in love.
Our Masters will most likely never be in love with us. We were born disposable, stamped with an invisible sell-by date. Every dismissal, every passing year, every new wrinkle … they all add to the weight of that eventual reality.
I’m proud to be a faggot. I’m not sad about the purpose selected for me, nor regret my enthusiastic fulfillment of that purpose.
But aside from Baby Boy, I’ve never known truly reciprocal love in my adult life.
Except when my mind, in a flash of merciful sunlight, allows me a moment to dance in it.
Always,
sam the faggot
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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the thoughts and experiences of a young straight Alpha who goes by the name Red Archivist (@RedObservers) on X. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of the more intriguing Alpha accounts on X is that of @RedObservers, otherwise known as Red Archivist. He’s a young (unsure of his age) straight Alpha who has already come to learn about hierarchical truth and has taken ownership of faggots both personal as well as online. When he’s not at school, gaming, or creating excellent digital art, he’s banging girls and draining faggots.
His account is interesting to me because, in-between the graphics and typical cashmaster stuff, Red Archivist adds more introspective, post-length ruminations about various topics. He’s thoughtful in that way.
Yesterday he wrote a post about an observation he had regarding the origins of his Alphahood and how it was revealed through others around him. He wrote this:
A little anecdote from the past where I was exposed by a friend.
A few years ago, I was in a duo with a friend of mine. We were playing 5v5, but one of our team members disconnected. My friend and I continued playing, and alone we were so strong that we were winning the match, even with four players. For those who’ve seen me play, you know I’m usually pissed off with my teammates because they’re always so bad, but in that match there was someone who, despite being terrible and having even picked a completely useless champion, I liked him so much that at the end of the match I even invited him to join my team. My friend was confused and asked me why I wanted him on my team if he was absolutely crap. At that moment, I responded completely instinctively and said, “I like him because he keeps complimenting us.” Throughout the game, he kept writing, “Wow, gg, you guys are so good” and stuff like that, and I liked having someone fawning over me so much that I even wanted to invite him to play again, haha. My friend then started laughing and making fun of me because he said I liked “ass kissers”. And I do. But normal people don’t, especially if these ass kissers sucks. And it wasn’t the first time it happened either. I often played with a friend who was much worse than me, and I would intentionally boost him just because he kept complimenting me while we played. I hated that we lost games because he was useless, but I loved getting my ass kissed too much so I kept playing with him. I was a kid and I still didn’t know anything about being a master and stuff, I just liked having weaklings around complimenting me. It felt so damn good.
Nowdays I just play with my bros, so these things doesn’t happen anymore. But few weeks ago a random dude dropped me his gun during a final match in Valorant, because I didn’t had the money to buy the gun for myself, and told me: “it’s better if you have it, I’m bad”. I heard my bro (who’s was playing with me) giggling and then he said: “I know you liked it”(referring to the fact that all my friends now know that I love being flattered) And I was “I just came bro” haha. I love forcing and showing my superiority over randoms, it’s basically the only reason i play certain games.
This is yet another example of what I’ve always said: our place within hierarchy is determined from birth. As we grow, our experiences help to bring out those natural inclinations and encourage their development. In the case of Red Archivist, the attention his Alphahood attracted made him feel powerful, which in turn pushed him to further embrace that power over others.
His story closely mirrors 15-year-old Alpha Lucas I covered last year. In both cases, these young Alphas learned early that they can (and should) be worshiped by inferiors. I’m sure that is a heady concept for any young Man or Alpha, but all they know is that it just feels right.
So if you’re a young person out there reading this site and wondering if these feelings you have are normal, just know they are, There are many young Alphas and faggots discovering the same truth you are. So don’t be afraid. As Red Archivist has learned, this is not something to fear, but rather to embrace.
Only then can it make your life into what nature intended!
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This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a 32-year-old well-hung Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’ve known Master Phillip for several years now, and I’ve always loved his confident bravado. Owning and using faggots is like second nature for him. You can read his thread at the link above and reacquaint yourself with his exploits.
I was glad to discover that Master Phillip had joined the Hierarchy University Discord because he’s an experienced owner and trainer of faggots and would be a wealth of knowledge for both young Alphas and faggots there.
Little did I know he would immediately start using faggots in-person!
A faggot on the Discord named “nyc.bdsm” wrote about its experience with Master Phillip, and it’s pretty intense:
I had privilege of serving King Phillip in person and He ordered me to share a report of the experience…
King Phillip had me waiting for Him naked on my hands and knees with my penis caged and the door unlocked. When He entered, He sneered at me with His superior grin, walked up so close that that His pants touched me, and spit directly into my grateful faggot face. i was not allowed to be above His horsecock when in His presence, so i spent my whole time with Him crawling around after Him or crawling around to fetch Him things at His orders.
He allowed me to pay respect to Him by removing His shoes and showering His socked feet with kisses. When He felt I was sufficiently worshipful, He allowed me to remove his socks and to kiss and lick His perfect feet.
Then He revealed his truly monstrous horsecock and it felt like the room shook. Photos don’t do it justice. It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in person and is gorgeous. King Phillip’s superiority is no joke. It’s the natural order of men and faggots. King Phillip refers to what i have as a penis and finds it incredibly disrespectful when inferiors like me are uncaged in His presence.
He allowed me to worship the tip of His cock for a while when He announced that it was time for deep throat training and that He would be timing me. He told me that He expected at least 60 seconds. I had been training my throat on a large dildo but still struggled on His Monster. That said, He complimented my performance.
Then He told me to get under the rim chair and sat His hairy shitter in my face for worship while He stroked His horsecock. Apparently i did a decent job serving, as He quickly brought me up to my knees again while He stroked a huge load of His “unborn princes” onto my pathetic, eager face. He told me to let it dry there.
Later, He brought me into the shower and took a heavy piss all over my face and into my grateful mouth as He told me how pathetic i am. It felt like a second baptism. His soft cock taking a leak is far larger than my hard little penis ever was.
He then allowed me to lick and worship His fat, low-hanging man balls (as opposed to what He calls my pebbles) and it made Him hard again. He again patiently and relentlessly provided training so that my throat could be molded to His cock and His pleasure.
He fed me His second glorious load and allowed me to kiss His feet in gratitude for being able to pleasure Him. King Phillip is the most natural superior – His quiet confidence, His deep intelligence, His laser-focused humiliation of His inferiors, His complete control, and His God-cock has made
me his complete acolyte.
That’s a lot of use in one day of service!
I always knew Master Phillip was an aggressive and dominant Alpha, but I didn’t know how much until this faggot from Discord found out personally and reported back. I also didn’t know Master Phillip had such a huge dick! Makes me hungry!
These kinds of connections and encounters are exactly the kind of thing I hoped to encourage through the Discord arm of Hierarchy University! I’m so glad it’s happening! Faggots and Alphas are not only meeting together through it, but they’re also able to ask questions, get advice, and share fantasies and real-life experiences in a safe way! You should really join!
You know who else thinks you should? Master Phillip! He wrote this:
The discord server is perfect for finding high quality faggots, there’s no better place to. I live near a major urban center so it might be easier for me to find service and worship, but I think that even rural Alphas will be able to find the dedicated faggots they’re looking for. I’m looking forward to using the fagBNB too haha And furthermore, faggot sam is to be commended for his efforts. Few faggots are as devoted and capable as he is. Good job!
I promise I didn’t write that final compliment! He told me to add that!
So join HERE and embrace your purpose!
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