It always bothers me when Alphas put their foot on the faggot’s face while fucking them and the faggot doesn’t kiss them!

This good boy is showing proper respect!

The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This site publishes a lot of very hot content everyday, but I never viewed its purpose as simply a porn site. I wanted a site that searches for the truths in hierarchy, the real-life applications of hierarchical principles, and the true stories of people seeking and finding fulfillment. Sometimes those stories are triumphant, while other times just hot, and still other times excruciatingly sad. I’ve never flinched from telling the truth, nor have I censored that truth even when under tremendous pressure to do so.

Censorship prevents us from finding the truth about our world, as well as the truth within ourselves.

So when Queen Sophie wrote to me about her dominant 15-year-old Alpha son Lucas, I didn’t turn away from the deeper truths the story revealed. Instead, I worked with Sophie (and later on, Master Lucas) as we explored the origins of his need to dominate females and inferior males.

In the long run, Sophie rejoiced in the revelation that her growing son was truly born to be a King, and she felt blessed beyond words that she was privileged to bear him. She knew there was something uncommonly special about Master Lucas, but it wasn’t until she came here that she found the complete answer.

Again, the knowledge of truth breeds purpose and fulfillment!

To that end, I received a nice long letter from Queen Sophie the other night. In it, she expressed a desire to tell me the story of her life that was groomed and shaped by the multiple powerful Alphas around her. I think you will see why such a story is important in our overall understanding of hierarchy.

My good sam the faggot,

I’ve been pondering lately about telling you a little bit about my own story. I hesitated to do so, because I figured you were mainly interested in Lucas’s progress and might not really care about a woman’s feelings and points of view. But I would like to confide in someone who understands hierarchy and alpha males. I don’t really have any questions to ask or advice to seek, but it would do me good to talk about it.

First of all, I must say that my respect for men – real men, the rare ones who combine the qualities of leader, protector, and provider – comes first and foremost from my father and my older brother, the first two men in my life. I saw my mother take care of them with great devotion and love. And they deserved it. They were great gentlemen, with quiet authority, strong, smart, brave and powerful but also kind and generous, true knights. They always were very protective and very supportive of me, they encouraged me to excel in my studies and in everything I did. Their joint deaths in an accident ten years ago is the great tragedy of my life.

I must admit, most of the males I have known in my life have always paled in comparison to these two manly role models whom I adored and whose memory I cherish. You’ll probably be exasperated to read this, my good sam, but I’ve always felt comfortable confronting or even dominating most of the boys around me, still to this day at work where I have male subordinates. And I have no trouble considering myself a powerful and confident woman. But when I meet a man in whom I recognise the qualities of a true alpha male, both physical and moral, I know to show him respect.

Lucas’s father was one of those men. I met him when I was still a young student. He exuded confidence, authority, charisma and strength; all the girls were crazy about him. I was lucky enough that he took an interest in me out of all of the others and actively pursued me. For good form, I resisted his advances… for a very short time. He was both romantic and macho. I gave myself to him completely. I was obedient and deferential, especially in bed. And he rewarded me a hundredfold! All those orgasms… You can be sure that I took great care to thank him properly! I loved nothing more than his growls of pleasure when I would treat him.

But because contraception is not foolproof, I became pregnant with his child. And that’s where we diverged. He wanted us to stick to what we had decided, to not have children just yet. But I couldn’t bring myself to renounce this child. Long story short, he gave me an ultimatum and I decided to keep the baby, accepting that it meant the end of our relationship and that I would have to take on this choice on my own, without him. He moved away shortly before Lucas was born and we never saw each other again.

As you can imagine, I thought long and hard about the choice I made. I disobeyed an alpha male, a man I knew was my superior, whom I loved and adored. Out of feminine selfishness, perhaps, because my love for the child I was carrying already surpassed everything else. And I know what that choice cost me in terms of my love life. For a long time, I simply didn’t have the time or the headspace to look for a partner. And as time goes by, a single mother in her thirties has less and less chance of starting a new relationship. My punishment for defying hierarchy?

But I have never, ever regretted my choice. Lucas has been the sunshine in my life since he was born, and my family helped me a lot in the early years. Thanks to them, motherhood did not prevent me from successfully completing my education and starting my career. And you can imagine, my good sam, how quickly I was overwhelmed with pride and joy to detect in Lucas qualities similar to those of his father, his uncle and his grandfather. That’s when I mentioned it to a friend of mine, who directed me to your website. I would always love my son infinitely, no matter what, even if he were destined to serve better men, as you are, Sam, but knowing that he is on the path to the pinnacle of the hierarchy fills me with great happiness.

There you have it, that’s all I can tell you about myself, my good sam. I don’t know if it will interest you at all, but putting this part of my life into words made me feel better. I hope it won’t lower your opinion of me. I will check with Lucas if he has any interesting news he’d want to share with his loyal servant from the internet.

Warm regards,

Your Queen Sophie

Daughter, sister and mother of real men

I can’t really describe how my heart soared while reading this letter. It reads like an old Western in some ways, during a time when women were submissive and innately understood to obey the dominant Men in their lives. It was certainly a different time back then. Of course, Sophie is a modern woman with a good job and lots of responsibilities. So what makes her outlook so different from the women around her?

The important influence of true Alphas throughout her life! But not just that … it was also Sophie’s deep, natural respect for hierarchy that was honed through years of witnessing it in her life!

Those forces shaped Sophie into the perfect vessel to bring Master Lucas into the world!

It’s truly a tragedy that Sophie’s Alpha ex (notice how respectfully Sophie still addresses him!) will never see what his Alpha genes created when combined with the Alpha genetics Sophie carries! And how horrifying that he wanted Master Lucas destroyed before his birth! How infinitely senseless that would’ve been! It’s like the ultimate disrespect for Alpha heritage!

Yet Sophie thought only of her hierarchical duties (even though she wasn’t conscious of them!) to carry Master Lucas to term, and then raise him with hierarchical values taught to her by her Alpha father and brother! Driven purely by instinct, she unwittingly shaped a truly powerful young King who increases in power every day!

I chuckled adoringly to myself when I read Sophie’s humble question: “My punishment for defying hierarchy?” No, Queen Sophie … there is no punishment for what you’ve done. Instead, there are only blessings and praise for your choices. A new generation will be led by your radiant Alpha son. He will be a light to all … but especially for the dutiful, faithful mother who saved him and raised him to be a King!

Thank you, Queen Sophie!

Love,

sam the faggot

Thank you for your quick and very prompt response Brother Sam, It truly means the world to me to have you offering me advice  and guiding me, your website has really helped shape my life and identity and help me (and so many others) find purpose, I cannot thank you enough. I just wanted to write quickly to update you that I will do exactly as you said, I will have dinner ready by 5pm, over by 7 at the latest, a conversation during the movie about alphahood and serving him and I will offer to massage his feet -that was such a great idea, thank you for offering that , what a brilliant idea. I was also wondering do you think I should print out your letter to an Alpha and leave it on the couch before the movie or give it to him after or before dinner to open the conversation? would love to get your advice, also I know its my duty as a fag to serve straight Alpha men but part of me feels guilty submitting to my moms boyfriend, I want to submit to him wholly, fully and make his life better no matter what it’s my purpose as a fag but the guilt is inside me, I dont want to hurt my mom or betray her, do you have any advice on how best to deal with this guilt or reframing my view point? would dearly love any and all advice you can offer brother, I know I am destined to serve him but how do I keep the guilt away, what would you do, thank you brother, light and love -Ethan xo

This is a follow-up to THIS QUESTION.

Ethan, thank you for following up!

I’m excited for you, and I’m so proud of your courage and attention to detail! Be determined to serve him, but allow the evening to dictate how you approach it. Don’t force it. Just relax, let the rhythms guide you, and just be eager to please him.

If you want to print out the “Letter To An Alpha”, that might be a good idea, but I wouldn’t lead with that, Like I said in my previous response, I firmly believe he wants to use you. So I would try the seduction techniques I outlined, and then use the letter as a way to force a conversation or to clarify a point if he (somehow) doesn’t understand. However, I KNOW HE DOES.

As far as your Mom, I understand. However, Alphas has needs, and we faggots are born to serve those specialized needs. Your Mom isn’t going to let him fuck her ass, for instance. I’m also sure you can suck dick better than her. And most importantly, you’re submissive to him in ways she will never be. You’re providing services to him to keep him with her. The likelihood of your Mom ever finding out about this is less than zero, I’m sure. Just bear in mind that this is exactly why you exist. It’s your purpose.

My thoughts are with you little brother! Be brave, and submit!

Love,

sam the faggot

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Hi Brother Sam, I Hope this message finds you well. My name is Ethan, I am an eighteen year old faggot (and proud!) living in New York, for a long time I have known I was a fag and wanted to serve Alpha men and submit to their power and hierarchy, your pages first Fags Worship Alphas and now Hierarchy have really helped me accepted my place in the world and made me feel accepted and seen, everything you talk about is exactly how I Feel, you have helped me become the fag i am today-Thank you brother Sam for helping me embrace myself and my need to serve Straight Alpha Males.

I am writing today to seek your advice about something that has been on my mind the last few months , I tried to ignore it and supress my desires and feelings out of respect to my mom but my fag urges to submit to a superior Alpha male are to strong and the last few weeks have been very interesting, I am in need of your advice as you always know best,let me go back to the beginning . My Mother has been dating this sexy muscular Alpha male named Aidan since Easter last year, this past fall Aidan moved in to our home (mine and my mother’s) and he is the most beautiful man I Have ever seen, tall, brown eyes, big arms and chest , chest hair poking out of his open shirts and oozing with alphaness, i was weak at the knees at have dreamt of serving him for months now, he’s a great guy and very charming, he’s Alpha and he knows it, he works in the bank and is a manager and is in charge of directing people and over seeing a team of people, he’s always leading and talking trash about the guys he works with and how they fuck up and he has to fix everything , he’s dominant and decisive often deciding where and when we will have dinner and telling my mom what to do and when to serve dinner and cook, (it turns me on), a few nights ago they had guests over for a dinner party and his friend tried to sit at the top of the table and Aidan didn’t allow it, insisting this was his chair, his place, his home and his right, I was turned on

I have been fantasizing about being his cum slut and serving him for months (and feeling guilty about the fact hes my moms bf but I cant help it) , recently there has been some interesting developments, I came home from school one day, house to myself (or so I thought) as usually my mom and Aidan work late and don’t come home till after 5pm, I was getting ready to head out and see some friends before dinner but wanted to take a quick shower, I walked in to the bathroom which was unlocked and was shocked to find Aidan standing there naked in all his glory about to get in the shower having just pulled his briefs down the second I walked in, my mouth hung open and my heart was beating out of my chest, Oh Sam he looked incredibly sexy and he had a beautiful cock that even non erect was huge and framed by a big thick masculine alpha bush, my voice caught and I coughed caught off guard and apologizes and said sorry that I’d be out of his way, he said it was fine but seeing as I was there to make myself useful and bring his clothes to the laundry room and put them in the hamper, he didn’t even give a moment to respond to say yes or no he flung his sweaty gym clothes and briefs at me, patted me on the back and said good boy, he walked in to the shower straight away and started showering while I was still stood there in shock, I walked out of the room more than a little turned on and put the clothes in the laundry basket (though i did keep his white calvin briefs and sniffed them inhaling his scent and musk and jerked off to him, I still have them hidden in my room)

a few days go by and my mom gets snowed under at work and can’t keep up with the laundry so it piles up (shes an ICU nurse and was very busy around the holidays/new years), Aidan comes downstairs one saturday morning annoyed that his laundry still hadn’t been done and he was out of fresh gym shorts to wear to the gym, my mom and him got in an argument and she said she shouldnt be expected to do everyones laundry and cant do everything alone, he said it was a womans role , she left for work, I was sat in the kitchen in awkward silence, I Decided to offer my services, I approached him like the good fag I am and offer to do his laundry for him right then and there (as a way of serving him even if he didnt know it) he said that would be great and told me to get to work straight away, no thank you or yes please, just pure dominance it turned me on how he spoke to me, almost like he expected me to do it and then he said he was still annoyed as he wanted to go to the gym right now but had no shorts ready, I happened to be wearing a hoodie ,t shirt and nike black shorts perfect for the gym-he happened to notice my outfit when I was walking out of the room and commented on them and said they looked good and how he wished he had a pair to wear right now then before I could even offer (which I would have) he told me he wanted to borrow my nike gym shorts to wear to the gym as I was just lounging around doing laundry I wouldn’t need them and to change, I was stunned Sam, he was so brazen and confident, not a hint of sarcasm or joking or again asking me please or thank you, almost like a demand,   i dropped my shorts then and there and handed them to him, he slid his jeans off and left them on the floor and told me to wash them as well and then he headed off to the gym, I was stunned and in awe of his dominance, I got to work straight away and did his laundry and folded all his clothes after ironing them and put them away in his cabinets, he returned later and didn’t thank me but did say I had done a nice job and that he could get used to this

fast forward to last week, he comes home from work exhausted and tired after a stressful day of clients and meetings, he storms in the room and immediately starts shucking his coat off his shoulders and body, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button on his shirt and he takes his shoes, he sees me, smirks at me and throws his coat and tie at me and tells me to hang them up for him, I do just that , by the time I return he is on the couch watching Super Bowl commentary before the big game and drinking a beer (that he made my mom bring him btw ) and complaining about how he has walked all over New York and how his feet  in particular are aching and in need of a massage, I tell him he works very hard and is a true leader, I sit down on the couch next to him but he stops me and tells me to put his shoes upstairs (I had just been and he never asked, I picked them up and went back to his room and putthem in his closet) . when I come back down I take my sear (moms in the kitchen making dinner and snacks for the game), he spreads his feet out across the couch in to my lap without a word, his feet smell ripe and sweaty, im so turned on but terrified to do anything, does he want me to massage his feet? is this a test? what if my mom walks in and catches me? I sit there in awkward silence , tempted to touch them and start rubbing but I dont despite wanting to, he just keeps watching them pre game commentary and ignoring me, feet still in my lap, I sit there in silence, after what felt like an eternity (but was like 20 minutes) my mom joined us, he removed his feet and we ate dinner in the drawing room watching the game, my mom took my seat and he did the same to her and put his feet in her lap and she rubbed them (barely but she did, I thought I could do a better job and would have) while she was rubbing them he made intense eye contact with me

later that night after the game I went to bed as did my mom and Aidan, he was thrilled the Seahawks won (he hates the patriots) my moms room is opposite mine so my wall is against her wall if that makes sense, its like 2am and I can hear them having sex loudly and my mom moaning out his name loudly and the bed frame shaking/hitting the wall making loud clanking noises, he sounds like a fuck machine, I think nothing of it try to block out the noise and go to sleep, the next morning Monday my mom is back at work, I have the day off due to inservie day and Aidan hasnt left for work yet, im in my room doing homework and chilling when I hear his voice, he’s on his phone, the door to  my moms bedroom is wide open and I can hear every word he’s saying, he’s talking to one of his buddys about the Seahawks winning and how pumped he is, then he starts talking about him and my mom and the sex they had, at first he’s complimentary and nice,, then his tone changes and he starts complaining that he wanted to do anal and fuck my moms ass but that she wont do anal and no matter how hard he fucks her pussy he wants to do anal and that pussy and ass aren’t the same, his friend agrees and says his wife is like that to and they vent about women not doing anal and how they miss it with random sluts they met in college, the call ends as he has to go to work, I hang out in the hallway making it clear I heard every word when he emerges from the room but say nothing, the thought of him breeding my fag ass crept in my mind

I know this is very long and detailed but I want to give you all the details, we are approaching the final part and the area where I need guidance, this friday night my mom is going to a college reunion and has left money for me and Aidan to order take out and watch a movie, she wants me to get to know him independent of her as she loves him a lot and is serious about him long term, I have been thinking about this for the last week and agonizing over what to do, a plan formed in my mind, I want to offer my asshole to Aidan and ask to serve him as his slave and do his laundry, cooking and anything he needs, I have a plan that we would watch Pillion (I saw it last fall at a film festival and LOVED it, I saw you talking about it to)  its online to watch in HD so I can get it for us, I have a plan to cook him dinner (Id use the money my mom left for take out to buy groceries) I want to make his favorite which is steak and home made french fries and strawberry cheesecake (Im a good cook, I took home ec and like to bake so its easy to me) I want to cook him a full meal, watch pillion and offer him my ass and  to serve him in anyway he needs, I even plan to wear a G-string under my shorts to show off my ass to him and how fuckable it is ,my mom has let the laundy pile up again and I havent done his on purpose so he will have to borrow my shorts again and I can show off my ass to him when I take them off for him, I have it all planned out and want to offer him my ass as well as showing him, my servitude, loyalty and cook him dinner like he deserves, massage his feet and watch pillion and discuss alphahood and servitude with him based on the film, my only issue is I am terrified of doing this, do you think he will freak or agree to it? how would you approach it sam? am I a bad son for wanting to serve my moms boyfriend sexually? I feel guilty and torn but I realize i am a fag and it is my duty to serve straight alpha men and its a natural party of hierarchy and that trumps family even if its difficult for me, I guess what I am asking is for someone who understand hierarchy to tell me I’m doing the right thing and how to approach the situation? how should I broach the subject with him, what if he tells my mom? should I even ask him? I’m nervous, excited, anxious and need help and advice and you are the best person to ask and I value your opinion and advice, please help me brother Sam -I need your wisdom, advice and help, what would you do if you were me? how would you handle ir? am I wrong for wanting to serve my moms boyfriend?, I so want to serve this man and need your help in doing so, peace, love and light-Ethan! xo

My brother Ethan, thank you for this question!

First and most importantly, I want you to understand this: Aiden knows you’re a faggot. There is absolutely no question about this. I honestly think (given his behavior) that he’s used faggots in the past. Almost all of the telltale signs are there. In fact, he seems to be trying to trigger you into submitting to him (like with the loud conversation about ass fucking). His behavior goes way beyond typical innocent Alpha behavior.

Alpha Aiden has left a veritable trail of bread crumbs leading directly to his cock, and he’s been watching you follow that trail like the good boy you are. He honestly seems to be enjoying the little tasks he throws at you, watching you scamper eagerly to please him.

Your only “failure” was not massaging his feet when he put them directly in your lap after telling the entire house how his feet hurt. This was a mistake, though understandable given that your mother was in the other room. However, it cannot be ignored that he did this anyway. He was testing you (as are all Alphas who make this move). So even though you didn’t take the bait the first time, you need to make the most of this upcoming opportunity.

Everything you said sounds perfect. It’s exactly what you should be doing to seduce this Alpha (although he sounds far too powerful to be “seduced” so much as given permission to take you). You need to serve him completely, call him “Sir”, and reduce yourself as much as possible. If nothing happens by the time he’s relaxing after dinner (make it an early dinner), then you should offer him a real foot massage. It would be a good time to admit that you wanted to rub his feet the other day, but you were nervous. That could lead into a conversation about his Alphahood and hierarchy.

Don’t be afraid, Ethan. I’m fully convinced that Alpha Aiden wants to use you. He’s not going to beat you up, obviously, so you have nothing to fear. Approach this as your greatest opportunity to truly serve a very powerful straight Alpha, so cast aside any worry and submit. He wants you to!

Keep me informed, my brother!

Love,

sam the faggot

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This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

During my update on Master Anthony’s current situation and how he spent his 23rd birthday with his faggot Fabien, Master Anthony tossed off a hint about how he was in the process pf enslaving a teacher in one of his college classes.

Now, to Master Anthony such an occurrence is no big deal. It’s literally what happens with him every day of his blessed life. This teacher is only a few years older than Master Anthony, but Master Anthony’s God Alpha power doesn’t recognize age or position. It only knows conquering and dominance and glory.

Here is Master Anthony’s latest conquest:

OK I’m going to tell you my story with that teaching assistant, cause it’s becoming really good 😉 The guy is named Daniel, he’s a new teacher in his late twenties who recently got his PhD and whom I see every Monday in a small advanced class.

To make everything clear, I should point out that in France (I don’t know how it is elsewhere), students address the teaching assistants formally, calling them Sir, while they call us by our first names, and both sides use the formal “vouvoiement” form of address (rather than the informal “tutoiement“).

From the beginning of the year with Daniel, we developed a special relationship because I am his best student (obviously) and he soon had a soft spot for me. He often praises me in front of everyone in class, speaks kindly to me and such. Often in class, I take off my shoes to be comfortable just wearing socks, or put my feet up on the empty chair in front of me. Daniel never said anything to me, and I even noticed him sometimes glancing interestedly at me and my feet.

One day, when he asked us to hand in an assignment by the following week, I interrupted him to say, “I’ll hand it in the week after that, it’s more convenient for me.” He smiled and replied, “Okay, fine, as a special exception, because it’s you!” When I gave him my homework two weeks later, he repeated, “I made an exception for you this once, okay?” I beamed and said “Yeah, cause I’m exceptional!” “Sure thing!” he friendly answered.

In December, as the holidays approached, I went to see him alone at the end of class. I said, “Well done on your classes, Daniel, you’re a very good teacher, we learn a lot with you.” I could see that he was a little surprised that I used his first name, but he didn’t mention it. He was obviously delighted by my praise. “Thank you, Anthony! It’s easier with a brilliant student like you!” I told him that I would like to explore a particular topic in more depth, that I wanted to send him an additional essay for him to evaluate and help me improve, and of course he agreed. The following week, at the beginning of class, I said to him “I will email you my essay today. I want your feedback before the weekend, without fail!” He chuckled and nodded. He emailed back the very next day: “Here it is as requested. No fail! ;)”

When classes resumed in January, I went to see him at the end of class to ask him if he wanted to go for a drink. But this time, not only did I call him by his first name, I also used the informal tutoiement. After a second of surprise, he replied, “If you want, with pleasure!”, using tutoiement to me too. So I said to him, kindly but firmly, “I didn’t give you permission to say “tu” to me.” Then, with an uneasy chuckle, he jokingly said “Well, sorry, Sir“. So we had a drink in a bar not far from the university, and this time we were both using our first names… but I was using the informal “tu” form with him, and he was using the formal “vous” form with me! I was already relishing this reversal of power. I praised him genuinely, as I praise my underlings when they do a good job and satisfy me. “You’re a very good teacher. You’re going to help me to succeed.” “I’m very glad of it! That’s my purpose. To help a promising young man like you.” He spontaneously paid for my drink.

The following week, in class, while he was going over instructions that I already knew, I was talking to my classmate next to me. Daniel called out to me, “Hey, keep quiet in class, boys!” I stopped talking, but I glared at him throughout the rest of the class, and I could see that he was uncomfortable. At the end of class, I took my time leaving, and when we were alone, he came over to me. He said “Hey Anthony, sorry about…” I interrupted him. “Don’t talk to me like that ever again. Understood?” I could see he was startled and uneasy, but he did not protest, he quietly nodded. I patted him on the shoulder. “No hard feeling. See you next time.” The week after, I talked over him in class several times, and he didn’t say anything. I asked him out for a drink after class again. He was clearly delighted and relieved to be back in my good graces. And once again, he paid for my drink.

The latest twist: yesterday, after class, we walked together for a bit. I discreetly managed to undo my boot laces by stepping on them. As we were about to ways, I said to him “Hey, my bootlaces are undone! Tie them back up.” He was very confused. “What?” “You heard me perfectly well.” I said coolly. He stared at me for a moment, while I stood motionless and stern, then he looked around, slowly knelt down, and re-tied my bootlaces. He stood up and didn’t dare look me in the eye again! I said to him, “Good boy. See you next Monday!”

Here’s the situation right now! 😀 I must say, that’s even funnier that dominating my classmates and other boys my age. I feel like a cat playing with his prey! I really look forward to see Daniel next week!

Can you see how brilliantly Master Anthony captured Daniel? He started with testing Daniel with his feet, and then ramping up the tease with increasingly more brazen power plays until Daniel is likely too confused to even respond.

This is how it happens when a God Alpha recognizes a faggot-in-hiding that he wants to use in some way. He flushes the faggot out of its hiding place and then hunts it down! This is pure animal instinct.

I followed up by asking Master Anthony if he knew Daniel was a faggot from the beginning, and if he planned to fuck and breed Daniel eventually. He answered this way:

I didn’t immediately identify him as a faggot, but his quick and obvious admiration for me and his willingness to bend over backwards for my convenience quickly aroused my dominant instinct 😀 I wanted to test him out, and each time, I felt the impulse to go a little further. I’m absolutely enjoying the play, it reminds me of how Fabien slowly realized he belonged at my feet! LOL I intend of course to go as far as I can and I definitely will cum into Daniel at the end!

That is what we faggots are to Alphas like Master Anthony: playthings.

But playthings in the hands of a developing God Alpha like Master Anthony are safe … and cherished.

Daniel is about to find this out!

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!

Yours,

sam the faggot

Master @TopMonsterCock demonstrates what it means to own a live-in faggot.

It’s always there, day and night, worshiping its Master in every way possible.

And there’s no more powerful feeling for a Man than slave worship 24/7!

This classic clip is so well-known because it illustrates a fundamental aspect of the Alpha/faggot dynamic.

Faggots need dick in their mouths all the time, but they serve better when they are verbally encouraged/humiliated.

Faggots out there are playing games with Alphas while playing with themselves.

What a shame!

LAW: faggots are not Men and have no right to use their clits!

Only Men and Alphas like King @Jordanwilks_2 are allowed to use their cocks!

I love seeing a young straight Alpha enjoy having his feet worshiped by fggots as much as Master @masteraydinn does!

Over my ten years teaching Hierarchy online, I’ve seen evidence of a dramatic shift (particularly in the Western world) in the acceptance of hierarchical truths. Men now appreciate aspects of masculinity that were formerly never considered. The rise of social media has disseminated these formerly “secret” and unstated power dynamics that Men have always understood on a deeper level and turned them into more acceptable “jokes” that help Men accept the existence of them. Thanks to the proliferation of such material, today’s younger generations of Men now understand the power of feet, pheromone scenting, or armpit worship, just to name a few.

I’m proud to say that sites like this one have been unstoppable engines of hierarchical truth, relentlessly pushing it into the mainstream. I remember stating that as one of the goals of this site back in 2015! And it seems to be coming true!

One of the more dramatic ways mainstream audiences have come to understand hierarchy is through online financial domination (findom). Even though I have never been a huge fan of findom as a practice, I recognized early on that it was an addictive vehicle that perfectly illustrated very real hierarchical truths. It was only inevitable that more and more straight Alphas would become ensnared by the ridiculously-easy money, and through that they would discover the joys of faggots ownership in a larger context. It’s hard to quantify the power of that simple lure, which is inadvertently spreading the truth of hierarchy across the globe.

This truth has been appearing more and more in mainstream media, like this interview with a young cashmaster:

And now it’s even being researched by scientists!

A sharp-eyed brother named Finn alerted me to this research paper from January 2025 that looked into online findom and the roles of Alphas and faggots in that scene. It focuses primarily on straight cashmasters, both the true sexuality of these ones as well as the nature of their acts within the scene.

The researcher used X as the primary platform to study these straight cashmasters. After a lot of game-playing (straight cashmasters play around almost as much as faggots!), she narrowed it down to six subjects who were interviewed via Skype:

The responses of these six straight cashmasters are interesting, and typical of what we hear all the time in the space:

Today, my feet make money for me, and, actually not in a bad way at all. Would I stop doing this if I had enough money? I don’t know. (Participant 4)

I would not stop even if I had enough money. Because the enjoyment doesn’t only come from money. It is the domination part, from the feeling of being superior. (Participant 5)

If I would get to a certain figure, I would potentially consider slowing things, however, that would not necessarily mean that I would stop or do anything different. (Participant 6)

Given those responses, the researcher comes to an unusual conclusion, namely, that these straight cashmasters are essentially queering their straightness. He writes:

As shown above, the identity of a cash master is not solely about financial domination but also involves negotiating the complexities of desire, gender, and sexual identity. I argue that while cash masters may identify as straight, they may be unaware of how these negotiations can expand their understanding of gender and sexuality, including attractions and behaviors they previously considered beyond straight orientation. By engaging in cash master dynamics on social media, they inadvertently expose not only the performative nature of their role but also the broader performativity of their gender and sexual identity, revealing the fluidity of both and the queer potential within straightness.

These platforms transform the straight cash master’s unconscious queer desires or fantasies into activities (Johanssen, 2023). While financial domination serves as a convenient facade, social media allows cash masters to deviate from the straight line without losing “the illusion that this straight line exists” (Huysamen, 2018, p. 527). Thus, social media becomes both a catalyst and a conduit for queering their “straightness” in unexpected ways: It not only facilitates the exploration of such desires but also allows them to experiment with queer aspects of their identity in ways that traditional, offline environments may not support.

I’ve been in communication with this researcher to discuss this a bit further (they are agreeable to coming onto the podcast for an interview!), and we fundamentally disagree with this conclusion. The researcher looks at the data from a straight person’s perspective and concludes that any straight cashmaster isn’t really straight if they actually engage with the male slaves they own online, or that the entire enterprise is purely performative. Of course, this researcher is at a disadvantage, because Men lie all the time about their true feelings and intentions.

However, unlike this researcher, my site has ten years of in-depth, detailed experiences from straight Men of all types who are discovering a real truth not captured by clinical research or theories: straight Men want worship and service, and those wants transcend labels of “straight” or “gay”. The POWER of this dynamic between Alphas and faggots is itself intoxicating. My site has captured the reality of that in a way no clinical observation ever has.

I also disagree with this researcher’s vaguely-worded conclusion that a cashmaster is almost a separate type of sexuality, not entirely straight, but not gay either.

In this respect, I argue that the straight cash master’s intentional and insistent choice of boys and same-sex slaves as can be seen in the Figures 14, 15, and 16 is not only because these individuals are placed at specific locations and are more available, but it is also due to the straight cash master’s tendency towards them more than opposite-sex slaves, which contradicts his claim to be straight.

This sort of rigid classification of “proper” straight Male behavior flies in the face of historical fact. Countless societies featured submissive gay males and eunuchs serving straight Men both domestically and sexually. Straight gladiators were serviced in pre-dawn rituals by sub males before gladiatorial contests in Rome. There are simply too many precedents to ignore.

Again and again sites like this one have borne out this fundamental truth of Male sexuality: POWER governs Male sexuality even more than gender, especially in Alpha sexuality.

Which is why we see the phenomenon of straight cashmasters enjoying their faggot slaves. It has nothing to do with straight cashmasters being secretly gay. It simply proves that more dominant Men love the power that comes from faggot worship and their monetary tributes (which is also an aphrodisiacal power trip).

I think researchers will always miss the fundamentals of this dynamic until they acknowledge the existence of hierarchy itself. All humans are governed by it, even at a subconscious level. There is simply no way to graph its effects because it requires honest researchers and honest subjects.

The truth is, as always, in living testimonials. The true stories of straight Alphas catalogued here on this site over the last ten years tell a collective story more compelling than any research paper ever could.

But I’m glad to see they’re starting to try!

The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been quite a while since I last heard from my brother Ethan, current owned faggot of a black God Alpha named King Karter (last update November 3, 2025). To catch up, Ethan is now one of three owned, “in-house” faggots of King Karter (and renamed #5). King Karter has been training Ethan to handle not only his giant dick, but also the dicks of his Alpha pack.

Part of the reason why King Karter loves owning white faggots is because his Alpha pack and other black friends love breeding white boys best. It’s all part of the BNWO mentality (although I don’t think King Karter is officially a part of that movement), subjugating one white faggot at a time as black Alphas assert their supremacy.

King Karter made it clear that Ethan was being groomed to become one of the fags he would whore out (literally for payments) to his friends and associates. I haven’t officially covered many of these kinds of scenarios before (I’ve talked to some), so what Ethan has to say about it is important.

And so over the last few months since I last heard from Ethan, he’s been whored out four times. Here’s what he had to say about it:

Happy New Year, Sam! I was going to email last week after you sent me this, but I have been very busy!

I am really sorry I haven’t emailed you back in a while. I was going ot email you after my first “date,” but I forgot, and then I got very busy with my classes last semester, my bar job, service to King Karter, the gym, and now dates.  Since I last wrote to you, I have been on 4 dates. I will tell you a little bit about each of them.

On the first date, I was very nervous. King told me not to be nervous but to remember I represent him and his Kingdom. The first one was back in November. He gave me an address and told me to go there on Friday afternoon, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and most of Tuesday. I left on Saturday night and Monday evening for work. It was Veterans Day weekend, so I didn’t have classes. King Karter didn’t tell me who my first date was with, so I went in kind of blind. He told me he won’t tell me most of the time, so I’d better get used to not knowing. I went up to an apartment, and King R opened the door. If you remember, King R is like best friends with King Karter from when they were kids. I was very relieved to see him and King L, there since I knew them. I walked in, and as soon as King R closed the door, I got on my knees and kissed his feet, thanking him for letting me into his house and letting me serve him and King L. He had me strip and first clean his apartment, even though it was already very clean to begin with. I think they just liked watching me work naked, at first I was a bit self-conscious with them just watching me, but after a while, when I saw their big dicks getting bigger and harder as I worked, I liked working around the apartment naked. I would bend over and show my ass to them a bit, almost like teasing them ; ) . Finally, he took me into his bedroom with King L. They had me do some dances for them, and then they got me on my knees, and I sucked them both off, going back and forth. We spent all Friday evening and night, me sucking and getting fucked by them. I offered to make them dinner, but King R wanted to have Pizza delivered. When the Door Dash guy came, King R had me go and get the pizza naked with my cadge on. I was freaking out when he gave me that order, I was scared the guy would like call the cops or something. To subdue me down, King L loaded me up with a ton, a ton of wed and poppers, so I would be ok with doing it. I could barely stand and walk straight, but I did it. The man (whom I was so relieved was not a female) was staring at me wide-eyed and didn’t say anything at first. I took the Pizzas and told him thank you, sir. and quickly closed the door.  While King R and King L sat on the couch eating their pizza, I sat on the floor eating it out of a dog dish with my hands behind my back. After that, they had me suck them, and they fucked me both in the living room. and then back in the bedroom. I slept on the floor of their bedroom all of the nights. I woke up early Saturday and didn’t really sleep well that night. I was thinking they would need me for something at night, so I was awake for most of it. In the morning, I went to make some breakfast for them before they got up. They didn’t really say to, but I did it anyway. I made some eggs, some turkey bacon, bagels and some fruit which they had in the fridge. Both were very impressed. I made it all before they woke up. I was happy they were pleased since they never asked me to do it. I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing in just assuming to make it. So it was basically like that for most of the days, a combination of me doing some tasks like laundry, cooking, and cleaning, and sex for all 4 days. The only time I left was when I had to go to work at the bar. King told them the hours I would be gone. I had to drive straight there and straight back with no detours, because I was new to the job and could not get the days off since it was a holiday week. It was very busy in the bar. They did want to DP me and did 4 times. They said they were looking forward to it. I know King R wanted to do it from the first time he saw me. The first time, Friday night, I could take it with a lot of poppers and weed, a bit longer than I did at the party. And by the 4th time that weekend, they could stay in as long as they wanted. I was so open by then, my pussy was like taking two at the same time, like just one cock. They told King Karter before I got back to his place, and he said he was proud I kept at it, and kept taking it even though it didn’t feel great at first. I was relieved my first date was with those Kings. I know it helped a lot to ease my anxiety.

On the other dates, on the 2nd was I went to a house, which was for a black King. It was for that same black King who kept commenting on my PWA at the party, on how “King would make a lot of money on it.” This one was a bit harder because I didn’t really know him. He had me wear long white and black socks that went almost up to my knees, and my cadge and a backwards ball cap, on the socks, one said “White”, the other sock said “Bitch” up the legs, and the hat said “FAG” in big black letters. in the front and the back. and a cut off shirt, it was cut off just above my nipples, and on that it said “White Faggot” that was white with black letters. He sat naked, stroking his huge black dick, I mean it was probably about 8- 9 inchs and pretty thick, almost like a beer can thick. I was on my knees, had to huff poppers and kiss his balls, looking up to him under his balls and thick dick, and he had me repeat a few mantras. like “I am faggot”, “I need black cock to survive,” “I am an inferior to black Kings,” a few others, he had me worship and sniff his balls and crotch as I kept saying things like that. He spat in my face and slapped my face with his hand and with his cock. It was pretty thick and heavy. I kept thanking him for letting me serve him. It was an honour to be at his dick. He face fucked my mouth for a while, and then he had me lie on the floor while he walked all over me, and stood on my face with his huge feet. He had huge feet with long, thin toes. He liked to walk on me like a doormat, wiping his feet on my body and face. King Karter later told me he was really big into feet worship. He stood on my face and batted it around like a ball, while I lay flat on my back looking up at him. He made me suck his toes and fucked my mouth with his big toe mostly and with the rest of his foot for some time. I lay on the floor while he sat on his chair, my face under his feet. He had me give him a pedicure as I do with King Karter, but he wanted me to do more massaging with my hands and my tongue on the soles of his feet. He also loved it when he had me eat his toenails (that still really grosses me out). He fed them to me, and I had to thank him for every nail, thanking him for the great opportunity it was to eat them. Unlike King Karter, that watchs us just eat them on our own. I know I didn’t like the foot thing at first, and I still don’t think I love it like most Faggots, like you Sam, (I know you like you some good Feet) But I think I am liking them more, I do like the degrading part, the part that I am under them, and below them, like when he was walking on my body and face, and using me to whipe his feet off that part I’m liking more, then the actual part of the man’s body. (Still don’t like eating the toenails though) He was so hard, he then fucked my face hard, slapping it on my face, gagging me a lot, and slapping his hand on my face too. He shot a huge, thick load and painted my face and made me lick it up, scoping it all back in my mouth.  After that, he had me get between his thighs and had me tell him that I was so thirsty, I had to beg him to take a leak in my mouth, to be his urinal. So he took me to the bathroom. I sat in the tub, and he soaked me with his (Endless) stream of piss. I mean, he must have been saving it up all day. He was like the Niagara Falls, just kept coming and coming. I drank a lot of it, and he “washed me” in the rest.  After he was finally done, he slapped my face a bunch of times, telling me I’m a piece of shit, I made a mess, and now I had to clean it up. He had me take off the piss-wet shirt, hat, and socks and suck all the piss I could out of them, put the socks and hat back on, and took me to the bedroom to fuck me for hours. He came like 3 more times. one more in my mouth and face, and two in my fag pussy. I wore the piss-stained socks and hat the whole time I was there. He pissed on me two more times, but it was not as much as the first one. The next day, he had me wear all of it and the shirt back to King Karter’s house, and King Karter (after the debrief) had me wear the socks all day, even when I went to a class. I don’t think people noticed it smelled of piss, but I tried to avoid most people, like sitting in the back of the room. I am just glad he didn’t have me wear the hat and shirt, too. After each date, I go back to King Karter’s place and give him a debriefing on how it went, what I did to serve the Kings, and how I was feeling about it all. Most of the time, this turns him on, and he makes me suck him off, or he fucks me after or while I’m telling him.

Oh, I did forget to tell you I did move into the 1 bedroom Apartment with #3. My parents are “kind of” Ok with it. My mom kind of thinks #3, and I are like a “thing”, because I told her I was gay, and it was a 1-bedroom. My dad doesn’t really know it’s a one-bedroom. But he won’t come down and see it anyway, so it’s not a big deal. We trade off, I get the bedroom on Mon, Wed, Sat. He gets it Tues, Thurs, Sunday, and we switch up on Fridays. Unless we have dates, we will switch days.  Like I had a date two Sundays ago, and so I gave him my Saturday. It is working out pretty well; he is so used to sleeping on the floor or King Karters’ place, and on other dates, he is fine with the big, comfortable couch. I am still getting used to it.

The other 2 dates were in the apartment; those dates are pretty much just Suck and Fuck. Sometimes they will spend the night. #3 hadn’t had an apartment of his own without roommates before, so it was hard for them to come over; now they come over and stay the night a lot more often. He is getting a lot more dates than I am because my schedule is so wrecked right now.  The third date was just me in the bedroom with this king, and #3 serviced another King in the living room; they did not come together. The 4th was supposed to be just me at first, but at the last minute asked King Karter to have both me and 3 at the same time since we were in the same apartment, and he used us both.

I will try to give you some more updates more regularly. Sorry, I had planned on emailing you in December over the break, but I was busy with my family going back and forth from Texas to California, where my mom is, to Indiana, where my dad is, and then back here to Texas.

Also, I wanted to ask you some advice on serving Black Alphas. I know you have a lot of experience serving them. How are they different than white alphas, and some pioneers or Ideas on how I can make my dates better, like things I can say or do? Since I have not really serviced White men a lot, other than on Grinder, and that was not really service, like I have been doing, those were just more like BJs. I have noticed Black Alphas are much, much more verbal, and they like to degrade faggots a lot more. Is that true? Is there anything else you would advise? Thanks, Sam!

Happy New Year!

Love,

Ethan, #5

Wow, that’s a huge and thrilling update! Those experiences pack a lot of unusual faggot service into just a couple of months!

I wasn’t really surprised that King R and King L were the first to take Ethan for a spin. From the previous updates it was clear that King R in particular loved using Ethan (with King Karter’s supervision) and would be back for more. I was quite surprised that they got Ethan for an entire weekend, and at first my heart kinda dropped because I know well the intensity of serving black Alphas. It can be exhausting for ONE day, let alone three! And on top of that, there were TWO BLACK ALPHAS at the same time! I’m surprised Ethan was able to remain conscious!

Also, huge props to Ethan for getting up (despite no sleep on the floor) and making both Kings a hearty breakfast! It sounds like they were quite impressed by this (which reflects well on King Karter), and is a move often overlooked by faggots!

The second black Alpha was really intriguing to me. He went really far with faggot humiliation techniques (like the clothing, and the repeated demands for verbal admissions) as well as rigorous physical use. The piss play was especially intense (more so than what is typical), and the foot worship was also next-level. I’ve eaten toenails before (it’s not something I’ve talked about much here), so Ethan’s experience brought that back to my mind. From a faggot perspective, I think it’s pretty hot (I only did it with one of my Masters), but it’s not something high on my list of interests. I was glad Ethan was made to do it, though. Honestly, that’s the first time I’ve ever heard of a black Alpha enjoying that much foot service/worship. In my experience, black Alphas have a weird love/hate relationship with their feet. However, they all know what their feet do to faggots.

I’m glad Ethan has a place with King Karter’s faggot #3. It’s important when being used this roughly to have a faggot serving beside you that can help you cope! I just wish they would get a bit bigger place!

Ethan asked for my advice on black Alphas. Yes, brother, black Alphas are much more aggressive and dominant. They simply fear nothing and are almost entirely composed of animal instinct. You can always count on a black Alpha to rearrange you or force you into the position he wants without asking, and they will always push you beyond what you think can handle. This comes with the territory of having huge dicks, I suppose. I’ve never been OWNED by a black Alpha (black Alphas in my part of the world don’t seem interested in having that much responsibility, unfortunately), but in serving so many I’ve learned that they switch things up instinctively, so a faggot always needs to be ready to shift gears on the fly. Black Alphas love to see faggots choke and slobber on their cocks; the messier, the better. And black Alphas love nasty buttfucking. They love seeing faggots creaming on their dicks (which is actually a bacterial coating from inside the faggot generated from being fucked so deeply). I’ve always used less eye contact while serving black Alphas (unless they order me to look at them) because, like any great predatorial animal you might encounter, the less you look them in the eyes the less they will want to attack.

I’m so proud of my brother Ethan for submitting so deeply to the commands of his Master, King Karter! He’s doing any amazing job! Many faggots would’ve probably run from such an overwhelming challenge, but Ethan stepped up in an incredible way!

Thank you, Ethan!

The Men of Arab nations recognize hierarchy just as all Men do – on a primal level.

However, because of the repressiveness of Islam, they have a hard time openly expressing these desires.

This often leads to more violent encounters between Alphas and faggots.

How can an Alpha NOT feel like a King after a worship session like this??

How can an Alpha NOT feel like a King after a worship session like this??

This young Alpha reminds me of my sexy Master @DieselDerrickk!

You can see the effect of faggot worship on straight porn. Years ago there was no ass licking or armpit worshiping in straight porn. But all porn producers now realize that the worship of Alphas is most important!

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!

If I had to come up with a list of most exciting true stories of 2025, the revelation of teenaged Alpha Master Lucas and his insightful mother Queen Sophie might be near the top.

When I read Sophie’s initial letter about her son, it almost seemed unreal. Here was this mother who was simultaneously frightened and thrilled by the rising power of 15-year-old Master Lucas, a straight Alpha who already owned multiple faggot schoolmates. Her pride was tempered by fears of the unknown as he grew even more powerful.

I give women a lot of shit for being clueless and hierarchically incompetent, but Sophie is anything but that. She has a deep appreciation for Alphas, and she very much wants her son to become the most powerful Alpha on the planet if possible.

Sophie reminds me of the Queens of antiquity who would murder people who stood in the way of their son’s ascendancy. Would Queen Sophie do the same? Yes, I believe she would!

After a long break and several ignored emails, Sophie has returned with a most insightful update!

Dear servant Sam,

It’s been forever since I last replied to you. I must say that I haven’t much time. Over the last few months, Lucas and I have both been very busy with lots of family, work, and school matters. I thought I’d take a few minutes to update you on a few things.

This year, since September, Lucas has been attending weekly boarding high school: he spends the week there and comes home most weekends. As I’m also very busy on weekends, we don’t always see each other. But I can see that he has been working out and is becoming quite a handsome young man, even though he retains his youthful charm (and I will always see him as my little boy!). I often run into some of Lucas’s classmates who came to our house on weekends. I could easily see the different hierarchical circles: his close friends who are almost his equals (although he is clearly the leader), his more submissive followers, and his most devoted servants. His new best friend once whispered to me with a big smile, “Lucas is the undisputed king of the high school! The dorm practically belongs to him.” All of them are very respectful towards me, even the “tough guys” among them, which I am very pleased about.

Once, I came home on a Saturday evening to find my Lucas sitting on the sofa, chatting happily with two friends, while two servants were licking his feet, another was kneeling and holding out a tray to him, and another was massaging his back. I must say it was a fascinating sight! (And my mother’s heart leapt with pride!)

Even though we see each other much less often, our mother-son relationship is better than ever. On the rare occasions when we are alone, Lucas is very affectionate with me. We spent Christmas Eve just the two of us, and he hugged me tightly and whispered, “It’s great to be an alpha, but I know it’s sometimes hard for you to raise one. I love you, Mom, thank you for everything.” I assured him that I was immensely proud of him and that I wanted him to enjoy his superiority to the fullest.

It’s true that his first few months at boarding school weren’t without a few worries. I’ve already had some tense encounters with the administration after Lucas made love to three girls from the school, including one in her final year. But things have smoothed over, notably because the girls have all come out fervently in Lucas’s defense.

My good Sam, may I say a few personal words to you? Seeing my son’s growing power, even from afar, part of me can’t help but long to meet a real alpha male my age who would make me his. As an upper-level executive, I am pleased to be a powerful and independent woman; I enjoy having men under my command. I can see that they are beta males in the hierarchy and have no issue giving them orders. But there is a part of me that remembers (and my son by himself is a constant reminder) that real men do exist. Men of extraordinary human, physical, and moral qualities. I hope one day to meet a superior man who knows how to put me in my place, make me fully feel like a woman, and whom I can worship and love as he deserves. But whether that day comes or not, I am happy for the young women whom Lucas will honor with his virility! Watch out, girls, my son is coming to take what is his!

That’s all I have for you now, good Sam! I don’t know if I’ll have time to write to you soon, but I wish you a very happy New Year’s Eve and, in advance, all my best wishes for 2026!

Kind regards,

Sophie

Isn’t that a breathtaking letter?!?

It’s pretty clear that Master Lucas’s power has only increased since our last correspondence. Imagine being a 15/16-year-old male who can hang with his Alpha pack while being served and serviced by four faggots! Master Lucas puts Alphas twice his age to shame!

It’s pretty clear that Master Lucas is rapidly approaching God Alphahood. He seems to effortlessly command faggots, betas, and other Alphas. Even school administrators are bending to his will!

And now Master Lucas has started fucking pussy!

Prior to this I hadn’t asked anything about Master Lucas’s sexuality because I wanted him to develop naturally. But now he’s fucked (it wasn’t “making love” as Sophie described it … he FUCKED them) at least three girls (including an older girl!), so he’s begun to experience the real power all Alphas carry between their legs. He’s also going to need to learn how to handle female self-righteousness and general ignorance to hierarchy. I have no doubt that he’s more than powerful enough to submit them.

I LOVED what Master Lucas’s Alpha brother said to Sophie about Master Lucas being the King of their high school! That right there is practically an endorsement for God Alphahood!

I also love Master Lucas’s tender conversation with Sophie over Christmas. It was both his acknowledgement of his growing Alpha powers as well as her insightful encouragement of his abilities. That was probably the best gift Sophie received this holiday season!

Sophie’s final, wistful thoughts about wanting to find an Alpha of her own really touched me. She pulled back the iron door of her successful life as an executive to reveal the woman inside desperate to submit and serve. That took guts! Most women are too proud or too stupid to admit such a thing.

But Sophie has had training in hierarchy that other women haven’t. She’s witnessed the truth of it first-hand through the rise of her God Alpha son!

I thank Queen Sophie for such a deep and resonant update, as well as Master Lucas for allowing her to!

Always,

sam the faggot

Notice how King @juniorandres0 sits down and allows his faggot to worship him?

Smart Alphas understand that faggots who are allowed to worship serve better!

Besides, Alphas need worship like they need air. Worship inspires them to rule the world!

While it wasn’t the case with my first Alpha, most young Alphas first experience their Alphahood and the ownership of faggots through foot worship.

It’s easy, mostly non-sexual, and powerful. It definitely leaves a lifetime impression on their development!