As the title suggest, I think the Super Bowl is a good thing for faggots because during the show I was invited to the party and there were two stray guys that we knew and one that I didn’t and two other fellow fags and one thing we all notice was the guys were naked semi hard all the time we were told to stay between their legs all the time I got the new guy reason why is because I was told he was really rough and during the halftime shows we would be forced to slobber and serve those cocks. Of course, I made a mistake of looking at my master for once and he smacked me hard across the face and told me not to look in my eyes fag Now I see why I got stuck with the new guy
Anyway, his team started losing and he got pissed really pissed and instead of letting him yell yelling scream always said was when you’re pissed off come fuck the faggot He did and I won’t lie I kind of liked how he hit me how he made me feel like I was worthless and we both came pretty hard, hands-free orgasm. Imagine that.
Anyway, do you think the Super Bowl is a good thing for us fags because we get to be put to use Sam for a long time I used to think that you were wrong about us and now I’m trying to realize I was wrong. I enjoy getting used I enjoy being pissed on. I enjoy just almost all of it.
Thanks for the question!
Yes, of course the Super Bowl (or any other Alpha-oriented gathering) is great for faggots. Even if we aren’t used sexually, it’s still wonderful to be able to be useful in times like that.
Speaking of which, I was at a huge bar watching the game with a large group, and my black straight Alpha friend Matt actually let his wife and kids go home. When I asked him why, he said he didn’t need her there to serve him when I’m there to do it. So that’s what I did, getting his drinks and food, cleaning up after him, etc.
The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Recently I’ve been receiving intelligent, post-like missives from a 40-something faggot who, like me, has experienced so much as a faggot that he’s formulated quite a few thoughts and theories on hierarchy. While I have yet to meet this faggot, his contributions are notable-enough to be pulled together into a column on the site. You can access all of them in the link above.
And before I start, I just want to give a little catty side-eye to the name the faggot gave himself. “Mr. Fag” sounds way too much like an oxymoron to be believed. However, I’m leaving it as is.
So after Mister Fag’s last well-received post about the Hierarchical Third Eye (CLICK HERE), he’s returned to discuss the important subject of self-actualization as a faggot.
Hi Sam,
This is Mr. Fag, the one who wrote you about the ability of Alphas recognizing fags. Building on my last note regarding the instinct of recognition—I want to be precise about the mechanics. After decades of navigating this, it has become clear to me that the height of an Alpha’s experience is entirely dependent on the quality of the man kneeling beneath him.
Being a faggot is not a lapse in character; it is a specialized calling. For those of us wired this way, it is the only path to total alignment. But the foundation of that alignment is a paradox: absolute self-command.
A seasoned faggot does not come to an Alpha as a broken thing seeking to be fixed. He arrives as a finished product. He owns his truth without apology. He maintains his body, his finances, and his mind with professional rigor—not out of ego, but because a high-performance engine requires a clean vessel. He builds himself up specifically so he has more to surrender. He hones his value so that when he offers it up, the sacrifice actually means something.
This isn’t submission born of weakness; it’s submission born of power. By embracing this role without the friction of shame, you hand an Alpha the ultimate gift: undiluted proof of his own gravity.
A real Alpha—a man truly at the top of the hierarchy—has no interest in a self-loathing mess. That is a liability, not a devotee. He wants the man who is confident in his inferiority. He wants the fag who can look him in the eye and articulate exactly why he belongs at his feet. When a self-respecting man drops to his knees and says, “Use me because you deserve it,” the Alpha’s superiority is no longer a theory—it becomes a lived reality. It is intoxicating because it is earned.
The dynamic is a virtuous cycle:
Self-maintenance enables superior service.
Superior service earns total dominance.
Total dominance provides the clarity of subspace.
Clarity reinforces the identity.
For the seasoned faggot, this isn’t a demotion. It is a mastery of place. We don’t fight nature; we facilitate it. We provide the mirror in which a true Alpha finally sees the full scale of his own power.
I’ve stopped looking for permission. I simply answer the calling. I thought this perspective on the “dignity of the depths” might interest you.
Respectfully,
Mr. Fag
I’ve often discussed (in sometimes brutal terms) the importance of faggots to maintain themselves to the best of their abilities for the very reason discussed above. I’m glad my brother articulated it so well.
Any truly high-quality Alpha with even a modicum of self-respect (and believe me, they have more than just a little of it) wants to be served by the highest-quality fags. After all, a faggot (like a female) decorates an Alpha’s life and is a reflection of his glory. Overweight, insecure, self-loathing abuse faggots are not owned by high-quality Alphas unless that fag has a lot of money (which is a rare combination).
So be honest with what you see in the mirror and what kind of Alpha you dream to serve. Start presenting yourself in a way that would make an Alpha proud to own you!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a gay marriage that has blossomed into a hierarchical union between a faggot named Dean and his husband. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I think Dean the faggot and his (now) husband/Master is the first time I’ve chronicled a former couple reorganize themselves into a proper Alpha/faggot dynamic in real time. Typically I enter at some point after it’s happened, or still needs to happen.
This is good because we can observe the shifting dynamics and see the adjustments happen “live” so we can learn what must occur to make a successful, healthy transition.
Dean has done an excellent job so far in surrendering to the released power of his Alpha husband. There was never any doubt about where this was eventually headed, but it happened quicker than I thought due to unexpected help from Master’s work mates.
I wanted to update you about everything that happened this month. Since my Master-Husband caged me I have been very obedient and respectful of the rules he set for me. Having only my pussy as a sexual organ has improved our sex, as I am not concerned anymore with touching my dicklet and I can fully focus on his needs.
My Master-Husband has also became more confident in acknowledging his role in public. He was out for some drinks with some of his straight work colleagues, and when talking about their partners, he shared that I started serving him. He told me that they were all drunk but that he was surprised how none of the other guys were shocked. One of them actually said: “I never understood how it worked without a woman, happy to hear that you lost a husband but gained a wife”. Some days later, another of the straight colleagues that were in that conversation told him that he wanted to talk in private and revealed that he is a straight Alpha owning several faggots. My Master-Husband was delighted to have someone to share knowledge with and asked him if he could send one of his most experienced faggots to our home to teach me how to be the perfect slave.
This is how I met Ryan, a faggot in his thirties with a mullet, plumpy lips and a very feminine body. He came home one weekend to teach me some tricks: positions to practice my arch, resting poses that show my submission while keeping my pussy accessible, ways to greet alphas…
Ryan was incredibly patient with me and his advice was very helpful but at the same time it also made me feel a bit insecure. I could see that my Master-Husband was eating him with his eyes. He often stepped in during the training so that both Ryan and me could practice our positions in front of him and licked his mouth several times looking at Ryan.
It was such an obvious situation that we talked about it immediately after Ryan left. He said that we were no longer in a traditional marriage and that although I would always be his husband, it’s in his nature to have more than one faggot and it would happen eventually. I agreed. He added that Ryan was owned by his friend but that he had said that he could use it sometimes to get a taste of the full hierarchy experience.
From reading the experiences of other faggots on your website I knew that this moment would come sooner or later but now that it’s happening I can’t help feeling scared… Although I know that in the long term it will be beneficial for our relationship.
Love,
Dean
First of all, how awesome is it that Dean’s Master-husband found Alphas at work who were totally supportive of his move with Dean? Even better, he found a straight Alpha who also owned faggots! That helps!
(And let this be yet another reminder that straight Alphas own/use faggots much more than anyone realizes!)
As far as this uncomfortable situation with the faggot Ryan, I’m sure Dean might’ve preferred something a little different (especially the way Ryan seemed to be leering). However, I look at it as the equivalent of tearing off a Band-Aid. We all know it’s coming, so just get it over with.
I applaud Dean’s Master for being so bluntly honest about everything. That’s how I know (and Dean should know) everything’s going to be alright. This expansion of Master’s power is natural and necessary, and as his faggot Dean should be thankful. Every faggot wants to see their Master grow stronger.
Honestly, adding more faggots only makes Dean’s position better. I know that sounds counter-intuitive, but it’s true. The more fags there are, the more the Master appreciates his first fag. You can ask Fabien about that, for example.
I’m so grateful to Dean for sharing this development! I hope his Master gets to read this and appreciate what a good boy he owns!
Continuing our ongoing series of investigative reports titled “DUH!” is this video by Dr. Joe Kort about the reasons why straight Men have sex with other males.
Dr. Kort is correct, although I think his conclusions are skewed by those he sees as patients because those are the ones seeking help from him about past abuse. That’s why he starts discussing straight Men who seek to be topped (in my chart, they’d be classed as “beta-sub”) rather than straight Men who want to fuck and get sucked.
This kind of research bias is why hierarchical truth flies under the radar of most scientific studies. They’re biased and looking in the wrong places.
This site contains more than ten years of in-depth data and personal testimony from straight Men on the uses of faggots, as does X and other places. This foundational hierarchical truth about straight Men and Alphas is irrefutable, but sadly still overlooked even by someone as well-versed in the subject as Dr. Kort.
Straight Alphas have always used faggots, and always will as long as this world continues. I don’t need science to tell me what I’ve experienced my whole life!
It’s been a long, hard-fought battle, but I think the efforts of sites like mine have, over the last 15 years or so, finally managed to break hierarchy into the mainstream!
Do you have any idea what kind of effort that achievement has required? Endless posts, endless video production, endless debates across social media … all to simply remove the blinders from the eyes of society and get them to realize what’s truly happening among Men. Or rather, what has ALWAYS been happening among Men.
The truth about the existence of Alphas and faggots (and the Alpha/faggot dynamic at the heart of hierarchy) has long been dismissed by sociologists and other learned Men. They don’t want to admit this truth because it’s uncomfortable and unconstrained. In other words, it’s UNCONTROLLABLE.
So my diligent efforts over ten relentless years (and certainly the push by creators and findom accounts on X) have finally crashed the walls guarding hierarchy. And just like the evil escaping Pandora’s box, the world has had its eyes, minds, and libidos stimulated in a way that feels revolutionary, yet ancient and primal.
That’s because it’s always been lurking in the shadows of our collective psyche, but no more!
It’s HERE!
The latest evidence of this societal transformation is a 2025 film called PILLION. The film stars Alexander Skarsgård as a dominant Alpha Master named Ray who encounters an inexperienced faggot named Colin (Harry Edward Melling) at a bar and essentially claims him as his domestic and sexual faggot.
The film is quite graphic sexually, which is shocking given the rapturous reviews and multiple awards it’s received. But, more importantly, the film gets the nuts and bolts of hierarchical mechanics correct. From the initial claiming, to the faggot training, to the transformation of Colin into a true fag slave … it’s all on brazen display.
Watch these ten minutes:
I honestly never thought I’d see the day when this very real dynamic – one of the most important and intrinsic dynamics in all of Male life – would be presented in all of its messy glory. It’s so close to the truth that I feel like the writers of the film (and the book upon which it’s based) might even have been readers of mine. I feel like these guys were looking over my shoulder!
I’m just so impressed! I can’t wait to see where it leads from here!
The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This is the second part of this story. CLICK HERE to read the first part!
In the previous post we learned that straight Master Vinicius finally decided to use his long-term friend and faggot Felipe sexually. When he first found out the truth about Felipe being a fag, he swore he wouldn’t use Felipe sexually because, as he said, he’s not interested in that. Frankly, this is justifiably the position more straight Alphas have regarding sex with males. After all, there is no natural attraction to another male.
But something this site has consistently taught and documented over the years is this fundamental truth: straight Alphas are turned on by POWER and WORSHIP, and that overrides any other concern they might have about gay sex.
That’s because sex between a straight Alpha and a faggot isn’t about sexual attraction, but rather, it’s about pure domination. That kind of power is its own aphrodisiac.
Needless to say, Master Vinicius was literally and figuratively blown away by the worshipful blowjobs Felipe gave him, and the surge of unconquerable power he felt charged through him like a lightning strike. He knew he needed to actually claim Felipe completely.
He decided to finally fuck and breed his first faggot!
I prepped Master Vinicius beforehand on the fruits of complete faggot ownership, as well as how to cunt a faggot and the importance of it. I had to act quickly, because it was clear a tsunami of lust was surging in Master Vinicius, and this was going to happen sooner than later!
Then it happened. Here are Master Vinicius’s account of what transpired physically, metaphysically, and, most importantly, hierarchically:
As I told you I had my fag Felipe coming over to be my bitch for the evening as I watched the game. When he got to my place I told him to pour me a beer, put the rest in the fridge and set the snacks on a tray and bring me everything as I laid on the couch, in the boxers I had on the whole day. He brought everything and I told him to take off his clothes and kneel… But I wasn’t very fond of that sight. I don’t know, I didn’t feel comfortable seeing his little baby dick out in the wild. So I told him to go to the master bedroom and pick up a pair of panties from my wife’s drawer. He’s such a slut he picked a pair of red lace panties, a little see through on the front. His “dick” is SO SMALL it barely made a bulge. He actually looked like a girl from the waist down (he was fully shaved… I was impressed by that)
So picture this: me wearing a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers already hard standing up in front of him, wearing nothing but my wife panties facing down to the ground as I was drinking a nice cold beer HE paid for. Life’s good, Sam.
I wish I knew that before.
I told him to worship me and beg me to make him my whore and he went on and on about how he dreamed about it since he met me, that he wanted to be a good boy for daddy and make me proud for giving him this opportunity to serve me. I made him put his hands on the ground, behind his back as he was kneeling to give him some support, because I wanted to use his throat as a fleshlight. So I bent his head a bit, put both of my legs behind his back with his head between my legs – as if I was sitting on his chest – and I started fucking that throat. This bitch doesn’t seem to know what a gag reflex is, and I love this about him! I was forcing his head up and down on my cock and he was taking it like a pro! I have a big cock, around 20cm (you do the conversion to inches) and the only times he gagged were when I got his nose pressed against my crotch and I blocked it to prevent him from breathing… He got my cock so slobbered that I don’t think I would had needed to use lube to fuck him. But I told him to lube anyway and to lay on his back on the ground.
You see… When I decided to fuck him I had pictured him on all fours or riding me. But I wanted to see the look on his face as he finally got the meat he’s yearned for years. And I wanted him to look me in the eyes as I entered his pussy to make a statement in his little head: that from now on the only cock that matters is mine. And Sam, what a trip that was! As soon as the tip of my cock entered his hole my fag started crying. I asked if I was hurting him, but he said those were tears of joy. I don’t know if it was the sight of that grown up man wearing my wife panties with his tiny little dick hard and crying of joy for having my cock inside him or just the rush of power that struck me – maybe a mix of both – but I was DETERMINED to turn that hole into a huge gape.
I was fucking him HARD. Taking it all out and shoving it back inside, aiming for different parts of his hole and get it as stretched as possible – his hole was surprisingly tight for someone who’s been getting fucked for 25 years. I was slapping his face, punching him on the side of his ribs, spitting on his mouth… I even rubbed his small ball sack like we do with a woman’s clit. My fag was going nuts, trembling/shaking uncontrollably, saying things that didn’t even make any sense while begging me to get him pregnant. I LOST MY MIND WHEN I HEARD THAT! I strangled his neck with one hand and told him to beg me louder to impregnate his pussy. I read that link you sent me about cunting. I’m sure that’s what was happening. I’ve never seen someone so given to me like that. I increased the speed and I told him I was about to cum and demanded him to say he’s my bitch and I bred him. It was something else… Un-fucking-believable! I’ve had women losing their mind over me in bed, but I never seen someone getting so senseless like he got.
I took my cock out, had him kneeled again and told him to clean it up with his tongue while thanking me for breeding him. And he did it with the biggest smile on his face!
I laid back on the couch, turned the TV on because the game was about to start and had him bringing me another beer, the tray with the snacks and a broom. He brought everything to me and I told him to lay on his back on the ground.
I took the broomstick, a roll of silver tape that was inside the tv rack drawer and I taped both of his feet to the broomstick in a way he couldn’t move his legs to the sides. I told him to raise his legs as far as he could and I placed one edge of the snack tray on the broomstick and told him to grab the other edge of the tray. He was supposed to be the support for it as I watched the game. I didn’t wanna hear a word, that he should try his hardest not to let anything fall for as long as I wanted him to stay that way and that, if he behaved like a good fag, I might let him cum at the end of the evening. In case he couldn’t handle it anymore I’d let him off this duty if he said “Fogo”. (My team’s nickname)
He was SO SCARED it was actually funny, but also adorable in a way. I could see he didn’t want to let me down. And Sam… He tried! And he earned my respect. It took him roughly 20 minutes to tap out. Way more than I was expecting. Luckily, for him, my team had already scored a goal and we were winning a tough away game. I let him off the restraints but he had to stay on the ground, massaging/sucking my feet as I watched the game. When we scored the second goal I smashed his little dick so hard he let out a moan that reminded me of a girl. I never heard his voice so high pitched! But he screamed like a pig when the other team scored a goal and I decided to aim my frustration on his balls. I never knew that kicking someone in the nuts could be THAT relaxing… at least for me! LoL
Half-time came and I told him he could ride my cock as I answered some messages from my clients on my phone, but he was supposed to keep saying he’s my little girl and how much she loves my cock inside of her. Yes, I was referring to my fag in the feminine at this point. So, for around 20 minutes I had my fag riding my cock with my wife’s panties on, telling me how much my cock means to her as I had my phone in one hand answering my clients and playing with her tits with the other hand. And boy, she was perfect at it! I shot my second load by the time the second half was about to start.
I needed to piss, so I took my fag to the toilet with me, told her to hold my cock with her teeth and lips as I pissed. I cleaned my cock on her face, ordered to pick me another beer and I was back on the couch – and my fag back on the floor.
I don’t know what the fuck happened, but the other team scored 3 goals on the first 20 minutes of the second half and my team was behind the score by 2. I wasn’t happy at all about it, but I squeezed my fag’s small nuts so bad after the second goal that I felt bad for her when the 3rd came. I went to the master bedroom and picked up my wife’s vibrator, told my fag to lay on the couch on her back over my lap, legs wide open, and I used the vibrator in her ass like a stress relief tool… For me. I was aiming at my fag’s prostate the whole time. My neighbors might have heard the moaning. The human body is incredible, isn’t it? How can the stimulation on a specific spot make someone lose the sense of space and time?
I kept telling my fag I was pissed but it was because of the game. But she made me really proud. And that I wanted to start treating him like a girl, since his dick looks like an oversized clitoris and he has titties that could easily fill up a bra. My fag said she’s going to be my girl and as slutty as daddy wanted her to be. She even started talking with a different voice. She was such a good girl I told her she could cum… But only if she managed to do it hands free, because daddy was already stimulating her pussy and that’s how girls should cum. But she asked me to cum riding my cock instead of the vibrator. She had those needy puppy eyes and such a soft voice asking to cum riding her daddy that I couldn’t say no.
I got her riding my cock facing me. The other team had scored yet another goal so I was done with the match… The moment I was having with my fag girl felt much better. I got her to ride me and tell me how much she loved to serve me that evening, how much my cock meant to her and my fag girl gave me an Oscar winning speech of how amazing and life changing my cock is. That I wasn’t only her master, but her king, her god. That from now on my cock is her religion and that getting my cum is her sacred communion, that every drop of anything produced by my body is holy to her: my cum, my sweat, my spit, my piss… She was saying all of that while looking me in the eyes, hands behind my neck, my heavy breathing against hers. I ordered her to cum. I gave her a 60-second count down. I didn’t even got to the 40s and she squirted all over my stomach while thanking me for being so kind to let her cum.
I had her cleaning the mess she made with her tongue then I shot my 3rd load on her face. I used my foot to spread my cum all over it and told her to clean my foot too.
And just like that other night I told my fag to clean everything while I took a shower, to wash my wife’s panties and get the fuck out of my place before I was done showering because my boy could be back home any minute then and I didn’t want them to run into each other.
Sam… I’m really playing with the idea of turning my fag into a girl when I want to get worshipped and serviced.
It was my first time fucking someone who isn’t a woman and, Sam… I stand corrected. You were right all along.
Absolutely astounding!
I love the analytical side of Master Vinicius’s brain being blown apart by the overwhelming experience of fucking and breeding his first faggot. His entire being was transformed into a raging beast of pure power and dominance, a point beyond the usefulness of words and rational thought. This makes sense, because all ascended Alphas can tap into that pure animal id because they’ve come to accept the natural use of faggots!
Once again, I commend Felipe for being such a good faggot and performing admirably as Master Vinicius thoroughly (and roughly) used him! So proud of my brother!
But I wanted to touch on the fact that Master Vinicius did, in fact, cunt Felipe on his very first try! For a straight Alpha, cunting their first faggot is almost as wondrous as what the faggot experiences. As Master Vinicius mentioned, he watched his faggot’s body shudder and his faggot’s face go slack and delirious, and it was something so intensely powerful that it made him need to pump his load deep into Felipe’s new pussy.
No matter how well Master Vinicius fucks his wife, he’s never going to experience TRANSFORMATION like that because of the power of his cock! Master Vinicius’s cock RULED this encounter, striking like a weapon and penetrating even the psyche of his new faggot. This is what Alpha cock does! It’s more than just a tool to fuck and breed things. It alters people, forcing them to submit and surrender to true Alpha power!
There is nothing stopping Master Vinicius now. He’s moved beyond the cares of unenlightened Men, ascending above them and clothed with glory. He can own anyone he wants now. If he wants a harem of female and faggot slaves worshiping him day and night, it’s all possible.
His God Alphahood is assured. He’s picked the lock and opened the gates to a Kingdom made just for him!
Thank you, Master Vinicius and his faggot, Felipe!
I’m reaching out for advice on how to handle conversations about being a fag, especially in contexts where I usually keep my kink life private, like with family.
Context: My boyfriend and I are in a long-term, consensual Dom/sub relationship. As part of our dynamic, I wear a chastity cage almost all the time. While we’re open about our relationship with trusted friends, we generally keep the kinkier details private from family and work.
What happened: We were at my boyfriend’s parents’ place with his family. I accidentally left my chastity cage lying around after cleaning it—my fault entirely. My boyfriend’s brother found it and made some remarks. My boyfriend wanted to address it honestly to prevent teasing, so we talked to his siblings. They were supportive, but their attitude caught me off guard.
Instead of surprise or curiosity, they treated it as completely normal—almost dismissively so. Their reactions were along the lines of “Of course you’re the submissive one,”“It makes sense our brother would lock you up,” and “Glad he finally found someone who consents to it.” It wasn’t malicious, but their absolute self-confidence made me feel uncomfortable. I found myself reacting emotionally, apologizing later, but their responses only reinforced that feeling of being objectified.
What I’m struggling with: How can I discuss my submissive side in these contexts without becoming flustered or reactive? I want to be able to calmly express that I am a faggot, that I serve my Man, our kinks and so on, without feeling like I’m losing control or being pushed into a role I didn’t agree to in that moment.
I’d really appreciate any advice on how to stay composed and communicate clearly in these situations, while staying true to myself and my dynamic with my boyfriend.
Thank you in advance for your support.
Best, Dave
Thank you for writing in, Dave!
This is an interesting dynamic. Firstly, I congratulate you for maintaining such a long-lasting and healthy Alpha/fag relationship! It’s hard to make the transition from role play to long-term embracing of mutual purpose. You and your Master should be proud of yourselves!
I think I understand the real problem here. You don’t want to be objectified or spoken to/of like a thing without any sense of self.
But here’s the problem: you’re a faggot, so in some ways you ARE an object. You need to embrace that reality and actually relish it. For me, talking about being a faggot in everyday situations is full of joy because I’m actually pretty proud to be a faggot.
So what’s bothering you about what happened with the family? Did you want them to be shocked? Disgusted? Disappointed? Bullying? What reaction do you think would’ve been better for you?
Honestly, I think your Master’s family’s reaction is nothing short of revelatory. You should be so grateful to be part of a family that embraces whatever truth you have so openly and warmly. Your Master was brought up to be inclusive and open, and that upbringing (coupled with his Alpha dominance) makes him comfortable in his own skin.
I wish the same for you, brother. As a completely owned and cherished faggot, you should be proud to wear your Master’s cage and represent him and glorify him in all you do. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about or ashamed of. Your Master’s family wanted you to feel good about being owned by him, which is why (I think) they had that reaction.
There are soooo many worse reactions that happen every day to faggots everywhere. Be grateful, be thankful, and be proud!
Despite the rough-and-tumble nature of this unwieldly online enterprise I’ve built here, I honestly do mean for it to be a safe space to explore hierarchical truth and engage with it in a meaningful way. I honestly wish I could much more, but I simply don’t have the time.
In the beginning, I primarily built this little educational/porn portal for faggots. I knew I what I lacked in terms of mentorship when I was a young faggot, so I wanted to be able to help lonely and lost faggots find peace and direction and, most of all, purpose. I didn’t want other faggots to be afraid the way I was often afraid, ashamed the way I used to be ashamed.
While I think I’ve done some good in that department (despite the lies and the hate that comes my way), it’s easy to feel like I’m howling into an empty void.
And then a beautiful letter like the following from a brother named Alec lifts me back up and helps me move forward! He wrote:
Hi Sam!
I hope Sam is correct maybe I should say faggot Sam or sam the faggot. Anywho I hope you are doing well.
My name’s Alec, another proud faggot reaching out to say hi
I’d been struggling pretty hard with being submissive. With my desires, with what really excites me, and with trying to stop fighting who I am. You know… the stuff I hear, smell, taste, and see with my eyes closed while jerking off to what I want and need. It was becoming clear it wasn’t going away, and that I was getting in my own way of being confident in myself and a few other things. So I did what any newly 18yr old does when he suddenly has the freedom on the internet, I creating a porn account on Bluesky and started watching porn jerking off even more.
I originally stumbled across your Bluesky about nine months ago, which led me to hierarchyuniversity.com. That happened right around the time I started trying to really learn, accept, and embrace my submissiveness. Between chatting with a few guys on Bluesky, reading some books (with many more still to go), and spending lots of time on your website, something finally started to click for me. I didn’t feel so alone with my want and needs.
Your writing helped more than I can really put into words. It’s helped me feel calmer, more grounded, and more accepting of myself. I’m finally getting to a place where I can say I’m a faggot proudly, admittedly even if that’s still mostly behind closed doors while guys use me. I’m even wearing a chastity cage almost full time now, only taking it off to go to the gym to work out, swim, shower, and shave everyday.
So I guess the main reason I’m writing is just to say thank you. Truly. Your work has made a real difference for me, and I appreciate you sharing not just your own thoughts and experiences, but those of so many others, so openly.
PS: If you don’t mind maybe i can write you again? With a couple questions or thoughts i like to get your opinion on? I know you are busy so i understand if you need to focus on everything else you are doing.
Hope life is treating you well, Alec
This letter is like water in the desert.
I am on year 11 of this site, and in that time I’ve written encyclopedias on the subject of hierarchy. I’ve written until my fingers practically bled, sacrificed countless hours in vain pursuits of accuracy and clarity on this subject. But nobody really knows all of that, the mammoth amount of work and emotional investment involved in this creation.
My real reward are moments like this, when I discover in one way or another that I’ve improved a life. Even just one life is enough.
So you can imagine what Alec’s sweet words mean to me.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of Felipe, a faggot from Brazil who is helping an Alpha friend Vinicius raise his young Alpha son. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The last time we had an update on the developing story of Felipe and his longtime friend and now Master Vinicius, Felipe had finally revealed his true identity as a faggot, and Master Vinicius dramatically took ownership of his former friend. As you might recall, Master Vinicius was willing to take ownership of Felipe as a domestic/worship faggot, but he had no interest in using Felipe sexually given that he’s a very straight, married Alpha with a young Alpha son.
So he had the idea to use Felipe that way, but turn over the sexual stuff to Master Flavio, the experienced straight Alpha who lives in his apartment complex.
I didn’t know much about Master Flavio, but incidental stuff I heard made me think he might be extreme. So when Master Vinicius told me of his plan, I got a little anxious for my brother Felipe. I also worried about what Master Vinicius might do if Master Flavio went too far.
So it wasn’t too long before Master Flavio decided to take advantage of Master Vinicius’s generosity.
Hi Sam. My head is melting…
I was on the couch watching TV and my front door opened… It was Master Flavio. He entered in a rush, told me Vinicius lent him the emergency key to my apartment because he wanted to celebrate their team’s win. He didn’t waste time, got me on all fours on the couch, shoved my head on the pillows, pulled down my pants, spat in my hole and he just started fucking me. I didn’t even have time to understand what the fuck was going on, my hole was hurting like crazy, I started crying a bit but he didn’t care. Luckily it was a quickie… Guess he had to come back home soon. Anyway. The fucking must had lasted about 10 minutes. At least he wasn’t taking it all out and shoving it back in one thrust like the last time. He was grunting, biting the back of my neck, he smelled like beers and sweat.
He said he was gonna breed me and I just kept asking him to breed me (it was hurting A LOT, I just wanted it to end, not gonna lie) and he started to say “Hold it! Hold it!” as he bred me… But kept saying “Hold it! Hold it!” even after he came. His dick was still inside me and as he told me to “Hold it” I felt my ass filling up – he was pissing inside my hole! I was trying HARD to hold it in… When he finished pissing he took his cock out, told me to keep my ass up and keep holding it. He went to the bathroom, washed his dick on the sink and came back to the living room. He put on his shorts and threw me 2 jerseys to wash – one of his and one from Vinicius. And then he left.
I ran to the toilet to let his piss and cum out of my hole. I don’t know how I found the strength to clinch my hole for that long in order not to make a mess and ruin my couch. I finished washing their jerseys and they’re drying out now.
Do I officially have two straight alphas to serve now? Because it was Vinicius who gave Flavio the key, so they both must have had an agreement. I’m still trying to make sense of what just happened today…
What happened was Master Flavio just tried to stake his claim on Felipe!
Master Flavio was just as I feared he might be, rapey and almost hateful. Of course, he went after Felipe with the intent to help Master Vinicius teach Felipe a lesson, but that didn’t make it any more comfortable.
I was somewhat mortified by Master Flavio pissing into Felipe’s ass. I’m so glad an Alpha has never decided to do that to me. Even though I really enjoy piss play quite a bit, there’s something distinctly uncomfortable and borderline messy about it. I really commend Felipe for yielding and handling it like a professional faggot.
Judging by Felipe’s response to the attack, I guess you could say he learned a lesson! I was just worried that was how Master Flavio would always use Felipe.
Hello, this is the same faggot from the previous question about my exposure. Could you give me some examples and guidance into what ways I can either get over this “fear” that I have about exposing myself to my friends, exes, and men in my family? It has genuinely been on my mind for years. I know I want and need this but I really need some guidance.
There really isn’t a magical formula for this, brother. You just need to gather yourself together and do it.
I encourage you to join my Discord server (link on LINKS page) where you will find other exposure faggots to talk to. If you want, I have the book “May I Serve You, Sir?” and the “Letter To An Alpha” (in the right sidebar) that you can give to Alphas and others that might help you explain to others what you are.
But you need to embrace the fact that this isn’t going away, and it’s time to fulfill your purpose.
I’ve noticed many alphas tend to request their faggots to swallow piss but isnt it unsafe? Would it be disobedient of a faggot to refuse to do it if they dont like the taste or are concerned about its safety? Why do alphas (and faggots) like it?
Thanks for the question, brother!
Some faggots have an issue with drinking an Alpha’s piss. I understand why, of course. After all, it’s a human waste product and often used for humiliation purposes.
A few things first: urine is largely considered to be STERILE. The only danger to drinking piss involves the Alpha having some sort of bacterial infection. Piss is almost entirely water filtered from the blood by the kidneys. Sometimes it barely has a taste/smell, while other times it can have a strong, bitter taste/smell (like if the Alpha’s been drinking alcohol, or eating certain foods).
In other words, drinking piss is most likely not ever going to hurt you … unless you drink so much that it gives you an upset stomach.
Alphas and faggots love piss in all forms because piss is used to mark territory like animals do, and triggers the same primal instinct in us. Alphas feel supremely powerful when they see a faggot kneeling and drinking their piss. For the faggot, there is a sense of bliss because we are worshiping everything our Master has to give.
I’ve been a lurker for quite sometime and haven’t messaged you before but I saw one of your posts around early November last year showing a white top and an Asian bottom with some very heavy white dominant race play. I am dealing with some natural desires that conflict with my own sense of morality and figured I would reach out for help. To give you context I am 6’7 240 cornfed Midwestern alpha that is a German, Irish, and Scandinavian mix and I crave the submission of weaker smaller men, nothing too surprising to you I am sure.
The problem is I also have a strong desire specifically to use and humiliate those of different races than me. It isn’t something I am proud of but it feels like an ingrained built in drive. In my day to day I believe in equality and treating everyone like an individual with respect regardless of their physical characteristics and would consider myself very liberal politically. But when I get horny and an Asian or black faggot is worshipping me I find we both naturally start spouting the most racist filthiest white supremacist things we can think of. I feel the need to conquer and colonize rushing in my blood like an ancestral urge and I just brutally take what is mine while humiliating and degrading the faggot while making them stroke my ego as well as my cock. Often a play scenario is I’ve finished conquering a village and knocking up its women and then I’m using the weaker faggot who couldn’t defend them as my musk rag and sexual relief toy. It feels so amazing to hear an Asian twink half my size beg for my “superior white babies” and “to colonize their inferior bloodline” But I feel extremely guilty after and know that I don’t actually believe those things I said. I never do it unless specifically asked for, but it is almost always asked for unprompted, especially by Asian faggots when we compare his clit to my cock. I even have had white and Jewish bottoms telling me how much better my BWC is than others.
I know your perspective as a white bottom is going to inherently make you biased towards being submissive to tops of other races and you know the pleasure that raceplay can bring especially towards alphas, but I would appreciate hearing your thoughts on how a white alpha should handle raceplay and if you’ve heard any perspectives from Asian or black bottoms who have done submissive raceplay. There are faggots and alphas in every race, so why is raceplay going both directions something that seems to be a natural ingrained guilty pleasure throughout the community, is it just the taboo nature of it all that makes it so thrilling?
Thank you for writing, Sir!
Race play is a weird kink in hierarchical play (and yes, I consider it to be hierarchical). As a young faggot serving black Alphas constantly, I encountered quite a few who would demand that I beg them to fuck me “with their big nigger dicks”, etc. This went against everything I believed in about race, and I must admit I don’t think I was particularly convincing while doing it (in fact, I was spanked for not being loud enough). I guess intellectually I understood why it was hot, but it just felt wrong to make derogatory comments like that about superior Men.
Of course, your case is quite different, Sir. You are a mountain of white superiority, and all people are inferior to you physically, if not in every way. I can see why you end up in those scenarios where faggots of certain races might want you to degrade them (or why you might want to). After all, you are an unrivaled physical specimen, so why not live out a fantasy with you?
I don’t think you should feel guilty for enjoying this, Sir. I think it’s just part of the overall power play element of hierarchy that everyone agrees is hot. What you’re doing is no different than an Alpha “raping” a faggot and then providing loving aftercare to it. Obviously the Alpha is not really a rapist, but he needed to express that level of aggression in the moment. The real Alpha is the one who comforts his faggot afterward.
Same with you. You’re obviously not a hateful racist or bigot, but in the moment you want to experience “full power” levels of aggression. It’s thrilling for you and your faggots, Sir. But afterward, you return to your true personality. And look at it this way: the very fact that it bothers you proves you are not a racist.
If we held the things said and done during the heat of sex against others, sex would never happen. Sex is supposed to release the animal within us, the primal urges you speak of, Sir. To deny ourselves that level of expression is to live a sexual life unfulfilled and ungratifying.
You of all people were born to take whatever you want. You should never live in a cage of societal or moral restrictions, Sir.
I’ve often discussed what I call the “Hierarchical Third Eye”, that ability Alphas in particular have to see the outward projection of a male and assess his true hierarchical standing hiding beneath. They see faggots almost at will once they develop this, and the true predators among Alphas know how to both spot them, but also capture them.
The reason why I know about this is because Alphas have been spotting me and taking me since I turned 17 and my first Alpha Roger claimed me. After Alpha Roger dismissed me for his future wife, I spent my college years (my “slut years” I sometimes mention) getting spotted and used constantly by campus Alphas. I’ve never had much of a poker face (yeah, there’s a joke to be made here, but I decline), so I’m easy to read. It didn’t matter anyway. I was never going to escape that Third Eye always scanning, always assessing.
I received a letter in my inbox from a brother who has had a similar trajectory to me in regards to this. Here’s what he said:
Hi Sam,
A fag reader here. I’m in my forties, and for most of my life—despite appearances—alphas have recognized me. Not through conversation or signaling, but instinctively. There has rarely been a need to talk. They seem to know before I do.
I’ve been stopped while walking—on ordinary streets, in cities far from anything resembling a scene. An alpha steps into my path, looks at me, gives a simple instruction. Once, he told me to come with him to his place. I did. There was no debate, no hesitation. I followed because it felt correct, settled, already decided. This has happened more than once, in different countries, across different years, and I’ve never been able to explain it—only experience it.
I’ve come to understand that alphas carry power that is recognized through bearing, not display. An alpha shows authority by being settled in himself: unhurried movement, direct but unforced eye contact, economy of speech, and a refusal to over-explain. He sets expectations without theatrics and follows through without escalation. That calm authority tells me he does not need submission to prove dominance; my submission is something he allows.
A fag like me recognizes this immediately because the dynamic is not about fear or pressure, but about gravity—the way an alpha’s presence organizes the space around him and gives it direction. I experience my role as attentiveness and readiness: restraint, awareness, and intentional yielding rather than performance or neediness. The alpha reads this not as weakness, but as fluency in submission.
I have never begged for an alpha. I have never chased one. And yet they seem to recognize, without being told, how deeply I understand—and how much I appreciate—their power.
Respectfully, A fag reader
This is a masterpiece of fag insight from someone who has clearly experienced it many times!
The most impactful part of this testimony is this paragraph here (and I’ll highlight the sentence that really grabbed me):
A fag like me recognizes this immediately because the dynamic is not about fear or pressure, but about gravity—the way an alpha’s presence organizes the space around him and gives it direction. I experience my role as attentiveness and readiness: restraint, awareness, and intentional yielding rather than performance or neediness. The alpha reads this not as weakness, but as fluency in submission.
I absolutely believe this underscores why I’ve been so successful with straight Alphas during my fag career. Rather than seeming needy or desperate, I carry myself as someone who is proud of being a faggot, not ashamed. This acknowledgement on my part tells the Alpha that it’s okay for him to take what he wants from me, because I have embraced my purpose.
Honestly, one of the biggest frustrations for straight Alphas is the fact that women refuse to accept their place. So when an Alpha sees a faggot so comfortable in submitting, this is much more of a turn-on than they ever expect.
Honestly, this is an incredible letter from my anonymous brother. If you’re out there, thank you!
Hello, I am new-ish to your page and site. I am a 23 year old sub. In the past year or so, I have been craving the ideas of being a cuck and being exposed to my friends, exes, and men in my family. I love humiliating and the idea of the people I love knowing that I am a complete beta male whose only purpose is to serve Alpha men. But deeper than that, I feel like I deserve this life, I deserve to be exposed and ruined. My question for you is how do I go about this? I have tried previously to message them and have always chickened out.
Thank you for writing!
Well, first of all, you’re not a beta male. You’re a faggot. This is an important distinction. You’re resisting calling yourself that, which is odd given that you like humiliation. But before anything else, you need to admit that and be able to express that openly.
As for the rest: stop chickening out. Embrace what you are and you become fearless. There are plenty of ways to do this, but first things first. You need to develop inner courage.
