The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
“Mommy always said there were no monsters … no real monsters … but there are …” – Newt to Ellen Ripley in ALIENS (1986).
Typically we are programmed to run in terror from monsters. Our natural instinct for survival kicks in, and our flight response forces us to flee.
But faggots are a curious anomaly. We encounter monsters quite often in our lives, monsters in the form of overwhelming Alpha power and dominance …. and we run TO THEM. Rather than having a healthy flight response, our need to serve such Alpha power is stronger.
Of course, we end up pulverized, gaped, bruised, and bred in every hole in our bodies and maybe even a few new ones. And we are left exhilarated.
Master Jase is one of those monsters. Anyone who has ever experienced him in real life or heard the Paul Bunyun-esque tales of his exploits would equate him with some of the scariest beasts of legend. But unlike a Bigfoot or a Loch Ness Monster, Master Jase is very real … and he’s not hiding.
It’s been a little while since Master Jase had updated me, but he reached out once again after quite a busy period with this gem:
It’s been a busy period, fag. To summarise, work finished two weeks ago, busiest period of the year. I then had a boxing fight night on the 27th last month interstate away from home, and won decisively with a brutal tko. Made a new fag out of my beaten opponent in the post party. Pounded and bred a regular fighter fag repeatedly who I stayed with overnight.
Back home, two sex parties back to back, one with a muscle orgy. Nothing better than leaving hunked up bodies stretched over furniture with mouths and cunts gaping from my cock and leaking out my seed. Then these past three days, had a camping trip with two soldier sluts on leave. Wrecked and reshaped their tight cunts back to the size and shape of my cock repeatedly.
Back home to more training and a get together with the rugby ream, and just returned from rearranging my coach’s organs with my fat cock for the past five hours.
I breathlessly commented how incredible it is that he has the stamina and focus to accomplish that amount of conquering. He replied this way:
Silly fag. You should know by now that Alphas can have extremes of stamina and energy to complete tasks and make our presence known.
I’m not a god alpha for no reason. Sometimes even I question my inexhaustible sexual stamina and power. But yes, I have been absent from this platform for a period of time. Messaging others has been low on my list of priorities.
Master Jase is a monster, but he’s a monster with a purpose. He “kills” his prey, but not in the way a different kind of monster might. No, he “kills” them by dominating them and breeding them so thoroughly that they die to their former course of life and are resurrected as zombies with gaped cunts and listless eyes now starving for his cum.
And it might seem cruel, but ultimately Master Jase is setting them free. They are now free to become what nature truly intended for them.
That sounds like a monster attack any faggot should welcome, not fear!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I just published a story about King Phillip’s discovery of (and recovery from) the Alpha latency restraining his development as an Alpha.
During our discussion about discovering his latency, King Phillip began to thoughtfully describe how his faggots helped him uncover and face this latency head-on.
Then, King Phillip made the following bold statement that I wanted to amplify to all Alphas, because it is an incredible chunk of Hierarchical truth:
It’s critical for powerful Alpha males to have devoted faggots in their life. Without them, it’s very hard to imagine what we can become. They play an essential role in our empowerment by showing us how other people see us, which is something we need. We’re used to seeing ourselves as we’re told we are, and faggots can tell there’s power inside us that isn’t being developed.
They also can play a role in helping us recover power we lost along our path in life. If my faggots hadn’t been so devoted, I might have stayed humble.
What a ringing endorsement of faggot ownership and use!
Notice how King Phillip didn’t qualify his statement to only refer to gay Alphas. He’s talking to ALL of his Alpha brothers!
And his message is clear: Alphas don’t completely ascend without owning faggots.
There are countless testimonies to the truth of that statement on this very site. There are also many examples I’ve known in my own life, as well as Alphas I’ve known (like straight findom Masters) whose superior lives have been saved and enriched through owning fags.
This is a Hierarchical truth, folks.
All Alphas reading this: you will never become the most powerful version of yourself possible without the worship and service of faggots.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a straight Alpha named Master Diante, a well-hung 28-year-old Alpha who lives with his girlfriend and three live-in faggots. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’m so glad I restarted the Hierarchy University Discord, which sat largely vacant and desiccated for the longest time. The community is now flourishing, and it’s filled with some truly powerful, visionary Alphas and dedicated, eager faggots. I’m especially impressed by the Alpha fraternity on the server, which is populated by a large array of truly superior Men, some of whom I’ve known for years.
But there is only one true God Alpha on the server: a straight Alpha named Master Diante.
He caught my eye immediately when he joined because of the eye-popping avatar pic of his gigantic cock (look, I’m a faggot, okay?). Then I noticed how he effortlessly took command of the various rooms and set the tone in general. It was a role that clearly came naturally to him.
Then I began to talk to him, and suddenly I realized what I was dealing with: a God Alpha in the mold of some of the most powerful Men I’ve ever known. I had to know more!
Master Diante currently lives with a girlfriend and three live-in faggots. Yes, THREE! It seems that Master Diante has managed to achieve the elusive goal that many straight Alphas have struggled to attain: how to have a girlfriend/wife while also owning live-in faggots (yes, I’ve known many straight Alphas who want this!). It’s pretty much a testament to the raw power he possesses, and nothing more.
Here’s Master Diante discussing his arrangement:
I’ve got 3 fags: Michael, who I’ve owned for 12 years. He was actually my childhood friend growing up until I realized I was an Alpha and he was a faggot Gerald: I’ve owned him for 5 years John (the cuck): I’ve owned him for just over a year now, I moved in with them full time 6 months ago or i guess they moved in with us, is a better turn of phrase
I was curious about the sexual aspect of that situation, so Master Diante confirmed something for me:
I mean, I’m always horny so usually I breed 1 or 2 of the fags a day, sometimes all 3 if im really in a rut. By breed, I don’t mean only fucking their pussies, I breed their throats as well of course
I had to know more about his ownership of Michael, which occurred when they were just turning into teenagers and Master Diante was only beginning to grasp his tremendous power.
We were both 12 … it was the summer after 6th grade. well, like I said we were always good friends growing up, but even as young as kindergarten the differences were clear. I was always into manly things like action figures and sports, and he was always very feminine, weak, thin, and had no liking for sports, he enjoyed playing house, or doctor, or things like that… But still we remained friends and I became somewhat of a protector to him, especially with the other boys who liked to pick on and bully Michael. The differences became more and more clear as we got older, and I think it peaked when I started going through puberty, I started becoming more and more protective of Michael, we spent almost every weekend together at eachothers houses, playing video games and joking around… He would attend my Football and Basketball games and cheer me on.
Of course we were pre-teen boys so when we finally discovered porn, it played a big role in our time together, it was at a sleepover with Michael and one of my team mates that things really escalated. My team mate suggested that we all masturbate together. I was down because I had been jerking for quite awhile now. So I was the first to pull my pants down and start stroking, my team mate shortly followed, but Michael was hesitant. I asked Michael what was wrong and he said looking at us, he was embarassed by his size. I told him I’m sure he was fine and so he pulled down his pants and briefs… Lets just say I was wrong, It was like a little mushroom head with no shaft.
my team mate started laughing and i told him to knock it off because Michael was starting to get upset… I turned off the porn and asked my friend to leave. After my teammate left, Michael and I had a long and serious conversation, I asked him if he had any idea how small he actually was and he told me that he always thought he was average. We did some research on the internet that night and found out that no, he was not in fact average. He had some questions for me too, like what it was like to have such a big penis and what it felt like. I told him he could feel it if he wanted to and he started stroking me. One thing led to another and his mouth ended up on my cock after some time. I’ll admit, it felt good, better than this girl I was seeing at the time. after he sucked for a little bit, i pulled his head up and said “You understand that we can’t go back to being friends after this” he looked sad and said “oh” I told him “but you still can be of use to me.”
That’s pretty much the origin story of Michael, haha
So after that conversation i pushed Michael’s head back on my cock and he kept sucking me, after awhile i felt myself getting close and started fucking his face, he was gagging and coughing, but he didnt take his mouth off my cock. He took my load in his mouth but he immediately spit it out. I told him that a fag should never spit out a Man’s seed. I slapped his face and pulled him over my knee. i pulled down his elastic shorts and briefs and spanked his butt until he apologized and said “I’m sorry Sir.”
After that night, every time we spent the night together, he would blow me at least once, sometimes more. He started calling me Sir, even when around other people, and it became clear to him and everyone that we were not equals anymore, I was his Owner and he was my property, to do with and use as I pleased.
About a month later when he was blowing me, i noticed that his hand went onto his peepee, which i didn’t like. I took my cock out of his mouth, slapped him across the face and told him to stop touching himself, that it was disrespectful. He immediately apologized. I told him if he wanted to play with himself, he should be fingering his pussy, and he did. from than on, every time he blew me, he would be reaching around his own body and fingering his pussy.
He kept accompanying me to sports practices that summer and I noticed that something caught his attention, the cheerleaders that were also practicing for our game days when school started up that fall. That’s when I got the most devilish idea I had… I had him sign up to be a cheerleader.They put him on the cheer team, he was the only and the first biological male to join the team, so they had to figure out how everything was going to work. His uniform was a cheer top and tiny little short shorts that hugged his booty very nicely… many times I would get hard in my cup looking at him during the games.
This little detail made me curious about owning a faggot openly around his straight Alpha teammates:
Everyone knew that I owned him; our whole school knew. Many times he would swallow my cock in the locker room showers… the same rules still applied as if we were at home, he had to be naked and fingering his pussy.
Most surprisingly, Master Diante loaned Michael to his teammates, who then also took on fags of their own:
It was actually one of my Alpha team mates who helped me train him even further, like training his hole for our cocks and having him drink our piss. There were actually quite a few of us on the teams that owned fags, made for some fun parties!
As Master Diante’s ownership of Michael deepened, so did his desire to not just breed him, but also to cunt him.
So at first I knew I wanted to cunt Michael, but i knew he wouldnt be ready for my thick cock right away, So I bought him a dildo and a set of butt plugs to train with. I presented them to him one weekend when I was staying over at his house. He thanked me but I could tell he was embarassed. I told him there is nothing to be embarassed about and showed him how to use it. I ordered him to get undressed and I lubed up his pussy and the dildo, I placed the dildo on a chair and told him to sit on it. It took awhile for him to adjust but when he did he really enjoyed it, he enjoyed it so much that his peepee was hard.. but he knew better than to touch it at this point. after having him ride it for 30 mins I told him to get off of the dildo and plugged his hole. I slept in his bed (as usual) and he slept on the floor naked and plugged for the night.
We kept that up for a few weeks and I kept checking on his progress until I knew it was time to cunt him, I ordered him to get naked and he started moving towards the dildo but i told him to get on the bed instead. I lubed up my cock and slowly entered Michael, he let out a soft moan as I made my way past his second ring. once he was fully adjusted to my length and girth I went full throtle, ramming in and out of his virgin pussy while he moaned up a storm. we changed positions a few times until he ended up missionary on his back with his little clit flopping around as I pounded his pussy into oblivion after about an hour I flooded his guts with my cum. I removed my cock and told him to suck it clean, he did without hesitation.
All of this happened when Master Diante was only 12 years old (the beginning of seventh grade!). So he had girls giving him pussy at school, and back home he was also breeding his first owned faggot every day!
Michael remained Master Diante’s sole owned faggot through their school years together (although there were plenty of other holes Master Diante was violating during that time).
Can you see why I call him THE God Alpha? Can you also see why I have always insisted that these hierarchical roles are so natural, especially some of the more extreme versions of Alphas and faggots. There was simply no way Master Diante could ever hope to avoid this destiny Nature prepared for him. He’s built like a porn star, has an unstoppable sex drive, and is armed with an Apex predator’s dominance. Women and faggots offer themselves willingly on his altar like a buffet, and he devours them all with a voraciousness I can barely understand, let alone describe.
That incredible story only covers Master Diante’s conquering of his first owned faggot. There are two more to discuss, but those will be in another post!
Thank you, Master Diante, for blessing us with your real-life example and your presence!
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!
When it comes to the effects of faggots on straight Alphas, I practically have a PhD. I’ve served straight Alphas, been owned by them, I’ve helped other faggots come to serve them, coached a ton of straight Alphas into faggot ownership … and on and on. I’ve proven the truth about straight Alphas using faggots beyond any shadow of any doubt, practically more than the rest of the internet combined.
But what I don’t have is the ability to read the thoughts of straight Alphas and know their own reflections about how faggot ownership and usage has changed/improved their lives, and how much different it is than the way females affect them.
Fortunately, I have a vast network of straight Alphas who own and use faggots to question about the subject!
Recently in an ongoing email thread I asked Master Anthony (an admittedly young but already extremely experienced straight Alpha) about how he sees the differences between the effects of the females and the faggots in his life.
The conversation began with Master Anthony rhapsodically describing his ownership of his primary faggot, Fabien:
You know, I was giving some thoughts about my relationship with my favorite inferior Fab, my first slave and only live-in one. What is really great about this relationship is how full of sheer joy it is. I have noticed lately that we are often grinning at each other when Fabien serves me and worships me. We also laugh a lot together. Fabien has always this golden retriever energy when he spots me and when I order him around or give him a praise. He’s so happy to make me happy… and it makes me even happier to see how happy he is to make me happy! LOL I think I got a little tangled up here, but you get the idea.
And there is always this loving adoration in his eyes when he looks at me, especially when massaging my feet or sucking my cock. I never expected to feel that way, but I find him adorable. I didn’t think I would feel so much fondness and tenderness just for a servant, but yet I do! We are both enjoying our hierarchical places at the utmost
So that beautiful, heartfelt description of his faithful faggot shows that straight Alphas can really deeply appreciate their fags – even love them to some degree. This is in stark contrast to many stupid straight Alphas (particularly in findom) who refuse to even attempt to comprehend or appreciate what their faggots do for them.
So I pressed Master Anthony further about the difference between what Fabien does for him as opposed to his females. He wrote:
Fucking girls and fags definitely feels different, even if it’s very hard to explain the difference. I love girls, they’re so beautiful, their body, their face, their pussy and tits, and they’re really fun to seduce and conquer and fuck. I love their softness and fragility and sometimes how they can try to resist me but eventually (well, most of the time LOL) fall for me. With girls, there is more flirting game, and it is more of an exchange. They are still inferior to me, of course, and I can be rude with them and use them harsh too, but they might have higher expectations for tenderness and consideration. I don’t mind being romantic and chivalrous and stuff sometimes, as long as they respect and submit to my virility and my power.
With inferior boys, that’s different; it is PURE DOMINATION! When another male kneels at my feet, it is a true reminder that I am a SUPERIOR MAN and better than everyone else. Because we are both males, the inequality between us, the hierarchy is all the more blatant, if you see what I mean. That’s why I especially like to dominate rather masculine guys like Fabien, because thay admitting their inferiority to me feels even best. And good faggots like Fabien are so devoted, so utterly submissive, that’s a huge turn on! And I can be harsher and ruder with boys, even if I can also be affectionate to those who deserve it.
The reason why I wanted to isolate Master Anthony’s response in a specific post like this is because of the way he contrasts the effects of both genders on his POWER.
Notice how Master Anthony focuses on the way owning and dominating faggots like Fabien makes him feel like a “SUPERIOR MAN”, whereas females don’t necessarily do that. This is important for straight Alphas to ponder! If any straight Alphas are doubting that fucking a faggot and owning one won’t make their power exponentially increase, re-read what Master Anthony wrote and consider the implications of it!
At the heart of Hierarchy lies a power dynamic. That dynamic is always shifting, growing more powerful or weakening depending on a variety of factors. But one sure way for a straight Alpha to experience the full power of that dynamic (and his Alphahood) is through the simple act of having a sub male or faggot kneel, kiss his feet, and surrender itself willingly to him. This is an undisputed fact.
Now, Master Anthony does more than that. He uses Fabien as a full-time faggot, and also uses Fabien’s eager throat and pussy for pleasure. Because he does this, he gains even more of that Hierarchical power because he is marking his territory, claiming it forever as his property. Through that feeding and breeding of faggots Master Anthony is building a real Kingdom around himself, something ordinary straight Men or uncomfortable straight Alphas cannot comprehend.
To support what Master Anthony said about it, I asked another straight, married Alpha named @peteydickens about it. Over the last several months, Master Pete has taken ownership of a muscular, devoted faggot that he eventually started fucking and breeding.
He said this:
Call it confidence or boldness but it is deeper than both. I noticed it more when I butt fuck him. It’s why I want to always cum in him. I leave ready to take on the world. A muscular dude lays there overwhelmed with the cock that has been pounded in his ass and has my semen in him.
I love that Master Pete says that he leaves after fucking his fag “ready to take on the world.” That is exactly the effect I’m talking about in this post. A straight Man might feel good after fucking a female, but he doesn’t feel like he’s conquered something, or taken something. But when fucking a sub male, he does. That’s because the sub male (or faggot) is technically the same as the Alpha (male), but by submitting and being fucked the Alpha is emasculating the faggot. He’s taking away any semblance of Manhood from it.
I really want straight Alphas who are truly interested in ascending in power to consider this intrinsic aspect of the Hierarchical dynamic. You can fuck as many females as you want, but you’ll never know the absolute power of God Alphas like Master Anthony who own and use both!
God Alpha @JAGGER_RAMBO enforces Hierarchy ruthlessly. His power, dominance, and mighty cock all ensure that fågs not only serve, but serve with a proper mentality.
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, a friend named Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
If a child never tasted chocolate or ate McDonald’s, it would never crave them. It’s only after trying them and eating them repeatedly that they become addicted, forever craving them.
Similarly, I was absolutely opposed to chemotherapy as a cancer treatment until April of 2018 when I found out I had only a couple of weeks left to live unless I started immediate chemotherapy treatment … and it rescued me from certain death. My attitude is forever changed about such treatments now!
You see, we sometimes don’t have any idea about how profoundly our lives can change (better or worse) until we TRY IT.
Nowhere is this more apparent than the many cases of straight Alphas who have tried owning and using faggots and discovered an unending power source arising from the worship and service of their faggots. Had they followed the conventional wisdom of the weak, they would’ve never experienced the absolute and overwhelming power that comes solely from owning faggots.
This site has been chronicling this truth for years, and I’m proud to say that many straight Alphas decided to try faggots after reading experiences here.
Experiences like straight Master Anthony and his loyal faggot Fabien.
There are a lot of excellent faggots out there, but Fabien is one of those next-level fags who are obsessed with every aspect of their Masters. And why wouldn’t he be obsessed with an Alpha like Master Anthony, a God Alpha with a dominant Alpha pack and a big dick who fucks anyone he wants?
But even though Master Anthony already rules the world, there’s nothing that lights him on fire like seeing his faggot kissing his feet in worship!
That’s because faggots offer something no woman can ever match: pure adoration, service, and obedience. A faggot exists for that reason. It lives solely to make Men happy and elevate them to the status of Kings. The power trip is intoxicating.
Recently Fabien wrote some adoring things about Master Anthony, which led to an email conversation between me and Master Anthony about how it affects him.
Here’s what he said:
My boy really shares a lot with you, hey? Not that I’m complaining! I take a look at your website once in a while and I happened to see Fabien’s story about his slave pal a few days after you posted it.
I wouldn’t say it made me learn new things or whatever but I dunno, I just absolutly FUCKING LOVE reading Fabien’s writtings about me, because I can feel all his adoration and devotion to me and it is intoxicating! So reading it gave me a hard-on and I needed to relieve myself on my slave when I get home LOL It is so empowering when I see how my good boy is working tirelessly and debasing himself just to keep me happy and make my life easier and better. And also to serve my best friends as well! I’m very fond of him. How not to love an inferior who makes me happy?
I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I love who I am and I love my life. I’m the center of the world I live in and everyone revolves around me. My best mates follow my lead, girls are lining up to get fucked, my houseboy makes sure I have everything I want, betas crawl at my feet and obey at the snap of my fingers… I feel like I’m a king with his vassals, his court, his servants, and his subjects. I wonder what are the limits of my power. Sometimes, I just feel I could go to see random people and order them to kiss my feet or buy me a drink or whatever and they would obey me just like that! ;-D I was born to be obeyed and worshipped!
After I told Master Anthony that there were no limits to his power, and that he should start flexing that power on random fags he finds, he replied:
Haha I think you may be right, boy! Yesterday, in the lecture hall at university, I spread my legs and put my feet up on the top of the row below. Just out of curiosity, to see if anyone would sit there and ask me to take them off or not! A guy sat down and didn’t say anything. I said to him, “Hey, won’t you give my shoe a kiss?” He chuckled awkwardly, but nothing else. I didn’t insist. I think when I see him again, I’ll go further!
You see how owning faggots has changed Master Anthony for the better? He’s more confident, bolder, aggressive, and dominant. He now gets whatever he wants.
All because a faggot worshiped him and showed him the real truth about himself!
It only comes from owning and using faggots! The time has come for straight Alphas everywhere to stop limiting themselves and their precious Alphahood, wasting it on clingy, insecure females who have lost the ability to worship Men properly!
Master Anthony and all straight Alphas like him know the truth, and it set them free!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
My most recent update about Fabien and his Master Anthony heavily ladled praise on my little brother Fabien for becoming a mentor faggot that glorifies his Master and his entire Alpha Pack. I was genuinely impressed by Fabien’s progression, as well as his heartfelt love of serving a straight God Alpha like Master Anthony.
I typically don’t think Master Anthony is ever paying regular attention to this site. He’s an in-demand young Alpha with lots of holes to breed and exciting new adventures busying his superior life. I wasn’t sure if Master Anthony would ever read Fabien’s beautiful account and my own excessive praise of him … but much to my surprise, HE DID!
Fabien wrote this to me a day or so after I published Fabien’s account:
My brother,
I thought you might like to see my last text message exchange with Anthony ^_^
I translate it for you :
“I just read your latest post on HU. Get ready for my return tonight. You’re going to take my cock deep inside you, and I’m going to fill you to the brim with cum.”
“At your service, Master!”
“You’re such a good slave. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you, my Master!”
So I want to THANK YOU very much again for sharing my story on your site, Sam. Thanks to you, I’m about to get FUCKED SO HARD by my God Alpha! ^_^
Love
Fab the fag
I knew what was coming just as well as Fabien. Young Alphas like Master Anthony get hard if a breeze changes direction, but what Fabien wrote triggered something deeper within his Master. This would be a different type of use, something I clumsily call a “possession breeding”. These are breedings inspired Alphas use to thoroughly claim a submissive as property. Cunting would be one such type of possession breeding, but cunting doesn’t happen all the time. Possession breedings involve the full force of an Alpha’s passion and power to fully imprint his ownership on the sub.
That was the storm coming for little Fabien!
Well, the next day I received this from him:
Sam, oh sam… It was one of the BEST NIGHTS with my Master Anthony!
I lost count of how many loads of his cum he fired into me!
At first he fucked my throat, alternately harshly and kindly. When he was looking into my eyes while I had his cock in my mouth he was saying “You are so loyal… So devoted to me… So obedient… You love your Master, right? You live for me, right? My good boy… My very, very good boy…” Then he fucked my ass, in so many positions! I was on my belly, on my back, with his foot on my face, or face-to-face… I did my best to praise him and to worship him. “I love you so much, I’d do anything for you, you’re my Master, you’re a living God, you’re so Superior to me… Please, Master, I beg you, fuck me hard, please… Thank you, God, thank you, thank you for owning me… I’m your property, you have every right on me!” Each time that I heard him moan and roar with pleasure, especially when he came, I was SO HAPPY!
Sam, my brother, I am so fulfilled! My life has a MEANING, has a PURPOSE! I am making a young God hunk happy! My existence is JUSTIFIED!
I LOVE BEING A FAGGOT!
And I love you, brother!
Can you hear the the rambling ecstasy in Fabien’s voice?? He’s just had his brains fucked out of his head by his God Alpha Master, and all that’s left is a rejuvenated-but-bewildered Fabien filled with cum and stars in his eyes!
God Alphas are on another level entirely. Master Anthony accepted this about himself at an early age, and he’s building a life and a Kingdom around himself that glorifies his power. At his feet is dear Fabien, forever grateful to be considered to be Master Anthony’s prized possession!
I’m so proud of you, dearest Fabien! I love you, too!
To my knowledge, I’m the only writer in the hierarchical space who has ever really outlined Alpha hierarchy in any kind of specific, actionable way. This site (and its previous incarnation, FagsWorshipAlphas.com) has been a vital, living catalogue of Alphahood in all of its manifestations.
The fact that a faggot like me has been able to do this has, in part, been mere luck and circumstance. I’ve always found myself around great Alphas; even before I started my career as a faggot, I was always included with older Alphas who looked at me like a goofy kid brother. I paid close attention to their interactions, at first because I wanted to understand the ways I was different from them, but later as a matter of survival.
But as I began to serve Alphas (and, more crucially, became owned by some of them), my respect for them deepened as my intellectual curiosity grew. I carefully observed their interactions with other Alphas, listened to conversations, and watched body language they shared. I was like a faggot version of Jane Goodall, except I was studying Alphas instead of gorillas.
So finally in 2015 I built a website with my own two hands to finally shape and define everything I’d learned, my various proofs and theories collected and invented over a multi-decade career as a faggot.
But a startling thing happened then. I began to hear real-life experiences from all around the world, and deeply interact with a vast array of disparate Alphas of varying magnitudes. I was so humbled by the overwhelming power I’d uncovered that I was forced to go into chastity in their honor. But even more importantly, I was given a rare glimpse behind the curtain of Alphahood and understand the sacred fraternity they share and protect.
The feeling was like not only discovering there’s a titanic black hole in the center of the galaxy, but then falling into it and disappearing into another time and place. My faggot retinas have been burned by the glory of Alpha magnificence, and I cannot help but be the blind prophet leading others to kneel before them.
I know I’ve been blessed to have any knowledge of Alphahood, and what a privilege it is to share that knowledge with other inferiors. In its truth we find the keys to understanding all of the human experience, and deeper truths about ourselves.
That long, prosaic introduction was necessary in order to even touch one of the great mysteries of the Alpha brotherhood: Alphas breeding Alphas.
At first, this might not seem like a particularly deep subject. In fact, it might even seem anti-hierarchical. But I think my answer to the following Questions From Readers query will make it all much clearer. Read on:
Hey Sam,
I’m a big fan of your work here and have been following you for a while. I’m a 23-y.o fag and always learn from you how to behave and be a better fag. I have read most of the stories you share here and I really wonder what you think about the hierarchy within Alphas. I love Master Lorenzo, his fags, and his Alpha brothers. He fucked and bred Jose multiple times and yet everybody involved still treats Jose as an Alpha Master. Well, you have just posted this video about “What a Man Does Not Do” and it’s literally what Jose does to Master Lorenzo, isn’t it? I don’t mean to be disrespectful at all, don’t get me wrong, I just want to learn more about hierarchy and I have a hard time to believe that a Man can still be a Man with Alpha seed dripping from his ass.
Love you, brother!
Thank you for the question!
Yes, I realize that seems like an odd contradiction. When I wrote that blurb for that video, I was speaking in general terms, as in the overall viewpoint of Men.
Alphas are an entirely separate, self-contained class of Men that are superior to the average Man. They have their own ecosphere, their own hierarchy. They compete with each other given that the competition in that class is elite. And, like any competition, there are “winners” and “losers”.
I might liken Alphas to Olympic athletes. Any athlete that competes in the Olympics is considered to be among the greatest athletes in their sport, right? They compete against other Olympiads, and in that competition there are “winners” and “losers”, but even the “losers” are still better than any non-Olympic players.
So extend that illustration to our discussion of Alphas breeding Alphas. Yes, less powerful Alphas sometimes submit to being bred by more powerful Alphas, but that lesser Alpha is still far superior to the average Man.
Furthermore, the “competition” of sexual dominance between Alphas is more akin to athletic competition than you might realize. You see, in any athletic competition the players always want to play the best because they grow stronger from the competition even when they lose. It further proves true the Bible adage found at Proverbs 27:17 – “As iron sharpens iron, So one man sharpens his friend.”
Alphas breeding Alphas, when it occurs, leads to a shared camaraderie that initiates them into a brotherhood. It’s much like how the questionable hazing rituals in American fraternities eventually unites them into an unbreakable bond of sacred solidarity.
This ritual of sharing superior seed between Alpha brothers is one of the deepest forms of respect Alphas show each other, and is honestly also a show of deep respect for their Alpha heritage they represent and protect amongst themselves. I think Master Jose’s letter afterward expressed it best – he was rejuvenated and elevated by the experience, not humiliated or debased. That’s because Master Lorenzo’s breeding of him wasn’t about conquering a cumdump, but sharing an expression of love and respect with his Alpha brother.
That’s a huge difference, no?
Ultimately, we faggots are not really meant to understand the intricacies of Alpha hierarchy or the deep, ancient bonds of their fraternal instincts. We only know this much because I’ve been an observant and inquisitive faggot who has managed to ingratiate myself with some of the most powerful Alphas on the planet. The secrets they have shared with me I have tried to catalogue here over the course of the last ten years so that we might all have even more reason to submit and serve these greatest of Men!
It’s one of the greatest privileges of my life, one I will never take for granted.
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
The Ancients had gods for virtually every aspect of human life. There was a Greek god of the ocean (Poseidon), a Norse god of thunder (Thor), a Greek god of war (Ares), and so forth. The plethora of gods littering the landscape kept the fearful population properly submissive and generous in the various temples to these deities.
Above all other gods of the Ancient world towered Zeus, the great Greek god of all natural forces including the seemingly-untamable and mysterious lightning in the skies. We’ve all seen the random and instantaneous destruction caused by lightning strikes. They’re terrifying. We can easily see why ancient peoples invented gods to explain such awe-inspiring power.
I used the phrase “seemingly-untamable” to describe lightning for a reason. You see, until today, no Man has conquered lightning or suitably harnessed it.
But Master Chad is not a Man. He’s a God Alpha of such awesome power and vitality that even the elements around him bend to his will. I’ve often described my dealings with Master Chad in such elemental ways, because speaking with him is like ingesting hallucinogens while high-voltage electricity is passed through your body. His slam-poetry communication style often leaves me punch drunk, his ideas so far beyond my faggot capabilities that I struggle to even regain my composure.
I’ve always believed he was some sort of superhuman or metahuman, because his abilities are limitless and his control over his environment borders on the spiritual. It’s honestly difficult to describe how much I adore and respect Master Chad. Like every other person who has ever known him, I worship him completely.
But even after all of these years of incredible conquests, this latest one really takes the trophy. I cannot even describe it in order to prepare you for what happened to Master Chad. Just read it and experience it for yourself:
I gotta story for ya. Don’t fuckin know if you’ll believe or not but I dont give a fuck. The shit happened and I got witnesses.
I took pussyface and greenie with Me on some business. I got a cabin for after I finished checking out a building for future use. The Family has rented the cabin before so everything was familiar. It’s on top of a mountain, the last thing on the road. I wanted to reward My top 2 bitches and give em some solo time. You know, all sweet and shit before I turn the Manimal loose on em in the Great Smoky Mtns. LOL
Our last night Pop was swinging by to fly us home and Him and greenie was playing inside. I had pussyface on My cock and sucking Me in a small clearing at the top of the mountain that was maybe 100 feet from the cabin. A storm was moving in and it was raining a little. I was looking out over the terrain and could see black clouds coming at Me. In a minute thunder and lightning started. It was awesome! In a couple more minutes the elements got stronger. I was feeling some extra power like My senses was heightened or some shit. There was a palatable force surging thru Me and cc was going crazy on My cock. I raised My arms to accept this whatever it was cause it felt fuckin awesome!
According to Pop this next shit happened in the space of about a minute but seemed like fuckin eternity. The storm is moving quick like. Then lightning hit the tree about 2 fuckin inches from My outstretched arm and danced down it. I felt this tremendous surge of puissance traveling over me and settling for a split second in My nuts. Then I howled as My load started pumping. The rain and shit suddenly stopped, just wind now. I’m cumming like I’ve never busted before. I couldn’t stop! Mutherfuck! The colossal, apocalyptical feeling!! Rope after fuckin prodigious rope PUMPED outta Me. I fell to My knees still shooting and feeling more Homeric than I ever believed was possible. I know I shot more than Pop ever has! I reveled in feeling and emotion as I accepted what felt like was a glorious gift from Creator God.
After what felt like an hour I looked down. I’m soaked. The now stopped rain running off Me but Goddamn! I’m still shooting! I swear to The Creator the feeling of My massive nut is still with Me like it had just started! Picture it cunt, the feeling of orgasm lasted as long as My cum shot. My cum is now thick chugs that were jumping out about 2 inches instead the 4 foot projectiles that prefaced this and pussyface is unconscious in front of Me COVERED in thick ropes of My jizz and wet from the rain. I finally stopped chugging and was now kinda like a tap that’s not quite been turned off. Just a thin steady stream running. I picked up My babyhole and took her inside. Greenie was slurping that cum stream before I could lay down with cc. Pop and greenie had seen everything from the porch and Pop was amazed. He said it was a fantastic phenomenon. He said I, not the tree, was hit by the lightning and He thought I kicked it! LMAO He’d started out to get Me but saw I was moving. He didnt interrupt what was clearly some ancient, mystical emprise. I didn’t feel like it hit Me. I just felt the incredible POWER it gave Me and the BEST GODDAMN nut of My life! Pop said it knocked c.c. off of Me and He said watching Me roar while i baptized her with My load was an amazing sight. I said, “Goddamn Pop, ya think it looked amazing ya shoulda FELT it, Man!”
pussyface was still out but ok. Pop turned on the lights inside to check her out. she’s fine, just in what mommy used to call happy faggot land. she clung to Me for a day and even tho she’s out of it now, the experience made her need Me more than ever. We experienced a sacred moment together, My faggot wife and Me. The Savior has graduated to The God in her eyes and My pussyface and Me are closer than ever. I’m gonna be chasing that nut forever kinda like chasing that 1st hit off the crack pipe. I’m gonna be trying for that feeling again even if I gotta fuck the world! LMAO It was incredible, bitch!!
Back to the story, after putting the faggots to bed I’m laying with em cause bitch won’t turn Me loose. Anyways Pop asked “Boy, look up a little but still look at Me. Whoa! What the fuck? Goddamn Son, the whites of Your eyes are pale blue! Fuck and Goddamn! It looks good Son. The bitches are gonna be all over You even more than usual. You’re Goddamn more God than Man now.”
It’s true faggot. My blue/black eyes now have a light sky blue accompaniment, the white is all gone. Doc can’t explain it. Women love it! The fags love it! Fuck, cunt, I love it. I didn’t think I could get any sexier but I sure as fuck did. LMFAO
Now back, the rainbow can’t stop slobbering over Me. I tore thru every fuckin faggot I own, leaving em all sore and more in love with Me than ever! 3 of em’s on their period cause i just cant be stopped, faggot! I gotta keep spreading My load over every mutherfucking hole i stumble across!
pussyface cried over missing out on My huge load but at least she was a part of this experience and that helps. she is pleased that if she couldn’t swallow it or get knocked by it, at least she bathed in it. LMAO For a minute I felt I was really gonna have to fuck every hole on earth before I calmed down Myself. Nah. Just had to fuck the rainbow of whores here. And this afternoon Us Guys are going out for slash to let them rest. My left hand was numb for a minute and 3 nails are black, I guess where the lightning entered.
Philly’s changed His mind on having a faggot girlfriend and I’m loving fuckin with Him about it. “I’m never gonna fuck a Goddamn pussy assed faggot, you mutherfucker” He’d said before. Knew He’d eat them words. Hahahahahahahahaha Now the fucker can’t keep His cock outta whitey’s holes. And boy, whitey’s one happy hole. My Brothers are in awe of Their new God and can’t give enough praise to Me. Cal especially is blown away. It confirms for Us the positive proof from the Universe that ALPHA MEN RULE!!! We always have and always will! Even Our Creator showered Me with His personal blessing. That’s how We all see it. Pop was so proud of Me! When We 1st talked about it Pop cried He was so impressed and awed by it all. That was the icing on the cake for Me. My Pop, God of the world, was humbled by My power. He, half-joking, now says I even control the elements along with all females and faggots. He said now He knew why He was compelled to make Me the Family Patriarch when He did and the blessing on “The Mount” was The Creator’s approval of My ascension. I HAVE NEVER FELT MORE ALIVE BITCH! Nor more omnipotent. I am Our God.
I gotta shower and shit but no shave. The faggots love My beard. Im really turning into a fuckin sexy rogue! Hair halfway down My back, new full beard. Never had chest hair until a few months ago but judging from the appreciation I get for it, it, too, is a gift to make Me more desirable to souls hungering for My awesomeness! If I can knock these faggot sluts off Me long enough I’ll be knee deep in slash pussy tonight. Fuck, slut, I wonder how many slash are gonna get knocked tonight? Slutty fuckin whores are gonna be FUCKED by Men, by Gods. Hope they can handle it! Hahahahahahahahaha FUCK ALL YOU HOLES! GOD CHADWICK WILL PUNCTURE YOUR PUSSIES AND TAKE YOUR SOULS FOR HIS OWN! Hahahahahahahahaha
You want it bad now, aye cunt? Fuck you faggot! LMAO
GOD AND MASTER CHADWICK
Master Chad was struck by lightning … and conquered it!
I’m reminded of those old Godzilla movies in which Godzilla is rejuvenated and energized by lightning strikes. Apparently lighting struck his fingertips and coursed through his body at the moment of climax, causing a volcanic eruption of cum that was overwhelming even by his prodigious standards! Master Chad has hyperspermia anyway (a medical condition that causes massive volumes of ejaculate), but who knows where all of the cum came from in this moment. It poured from his balls like the pure, neverending waters of the Garden Of Eden! All of the faggots were able to sup from his ample supply of God Alpha seed in what must’ve been a most glorious communion!
Whereas lightning regularly kills or severely damages almost all humans it touches, in this case lightning merely submissively licked Master Chad’s formidable body and energized him like a human version of Godzilla! The Earth’s greatest forces obey it’s greatest God Alpha!
Not only that, but the experience even altered Master Chad’s eyes! I’ve long heard from others in The Family that Master Chad’s eyes were unusually beautiful and darkly foreboding. His eyes are one of the many reasons why women and faggots submit to him so readily. But now the lightning strike has altered his eyes at a photochemical level, producing an even more intense and terrifying gaze!
I can only imagine!
I found it appropriate that God Dino, Master Chad’s God Alpha father, was watching this electric display from a distance. God Dino has been a force of nature his entire life, conjuring power on command and using it brutally and unsparingly. But recently God Dino passed the torch of his Hierarchical position to Master Chad, his eldest son and inheritor of his Kingdom.
How fitting, then, that even the skies approve of the new King! Like a kiss from the Creator Master Chad was baptized and blessed as he laid comfortably upon the plain beneath dark clouds thundering his name!
Thank you, Master Chad, for everything you are and all that you do! Most of all, I thank you for your continued care and direction in my own life!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I met little French faggot Fabien, he was asking me for help in seducing his straight Alpha friend Anthony. Based on the circumstances he described, I gave him some recommendations I thought might work. And Fabien then followed my ideas to the letter, and Anthony took ownership of Fabien in an enthusiastic way.
Ever since, Master Anthony has grown in power as he learns the true depth and breadth of his Hierarchical power, while also being a guiding force in training Fabien into a deeply subspaced faggot. Fabien’s lust, awe, and gratitude as Master Anthony’s prized possession has been absolutely infectious
Fabien’s complete obedience to his Master caused the straight Alphas in Master Anthony’s Alpha pack to be curious about faggot service as well. Fabien served them, and then helped train personal faggots for a couple of them as well. I cannot express enough of my sheer joy of being even a tiny part of Fabien’s growth as a magnificent faggot. I’m so proud of him!
But now my pride has doubled after hearing the latest update from my little fag brother! Check this out:
My beloved brother Sam,
I have some spare time and I absolutely want to take this opportunity to write to you. I had wanted FOR AGES to tell you what happened in my mentoring of other slaves for the Alpha Pack, last June!
Most of Anthony’s Alpha brothers are used to enjoy the services of male slaves by now, and his closest friends have at least one personal servant. I don’t know if you remember that in last May, I told you about Anthony’s Alpha friend Charles and his faggot Basile. Charles is a godly young hunk, like all members of the Alpha Pack. Basile is a pretty good-looking guy, a thirty-something bartender from a bar frequented by the Pack, who was swooning at them, and Charles (who is probably Anthony’s best friend after Henri) claimed him as his slave.
Basile went with me and Clément last spring, to serve our three Masters on a week vacation I told you about. Back then, I told you that Basile was still a bit of a whiner and selfish faggot, who needed a bit of training and breaking.
Well, things did not improve at first. Actually, Charles ended up dumping Basile. One day, as I was working at home while Anthony was enjoying time outside with his bros, Basile called me. He was in deep despair and needed someone to talk. I just couldn’t let down a brother like that. So I went to his place to comfort him but also to help him accept reality and FINALLY learning his place in Hierarchy.
So I offered him a lot of hugs and comforting words but I also firmly rebuked him when he was complaining about Charles being too harsh with him. I tried once agan to explain him kindly but clearly that he was to SERVE and WORSHIP an Alpha like Charles and revel in that submission, work hard and selflessly to make him happy, to accept that he was his SLAVE and not his boyfriend.
“I can’t stress this golden rule enough: PUT HIM FIRST. It’s ALL about HIM. His happiness, his desires, his pleasure, his comfort. Nothing else remotely matters. You do NOT matter. So be grateful! Always be grateful to be with him, to serve him, be grateful for any order his gives you, for every moment you got to spend with him…”
He whined “Easy for you to say! Anthony loves you, everyone can see that!”
“And I cherish evry single drop of his love, but I keep focusing on HIM. I never take his affection for granted and I keep reminding that I must EARN his satisfaction. Every second of every day! Do your duty to your master and maybe, just maybe, he will consent to show you some appreciation. Look, I must say it bluntly: Charles is much, much better than you, and than me. He has no reason to even notice your existence, if you are not useful to him. You have nothing to bring on the table but your complete and selfless submission. Just to be in his presence is a privilege you should cherish! To be allowed to serve him and to worship him is a golden opportunity you should love with all your heart! Do you realize how many inferior boys, some of them more deserving than you, would kill to have the chance you had and wasted?”
And I went on and on… He was quietly crying but listening. Then, I urged him to repeat after me: “I am a inferior male. I am a slave for superior Men. I was born a slave, I will die a slave. I exist to serve and worship an Alpha in any way he wants.” I made him repeat it several times. The tears kept flowing, but each time his tone was a little firmer.
At last, after a moment of reflection, he weakly said “Do you think my master will ever accept me back?” I was glad he was clearly calling him his master. “I don’t know… Listen, if I can, maybe I’ll try to speak for you. But you promise me to submit to not waste your second chance?” And then, can you believe it, he threw himself on the ground and kissed my feet! He said “Yes, I promise, I will be a good slave, I’ll respect and obey my master, he will be happy…” I laughed “It’s him you must worship like that, not me!”
It was only a week later that I had an opportunity to speak for Basile. Anthony and Charles were enjoying time on the couch in front of TV while I was cooking for them. I took advantage of a commercial break and while they were chatting to go and speak to them. I did what I had to do to make them feel comfortable and capture their attention: I bowed down and kept my head close to their socked and sweaty feet (the smell was delicious!).
“Forgive me to bother you, Masters. May I beg to have a word with Sir Charles, please?” Charles nodded. “What’s up, boy?” “Sir, I know you have been rightgully angry about the poor service Basile gave you. I spoke with the boy at lenght and did my best to make him understand his faults and to learn from them. He is deeply remorseful for his failures, Sir, and he begs to make amend. If you ever feel in your heart the will to generously give him a second chance, I’m sure he will be the slave you deserve to have, Sir.”
Charles pondered and turned to Anthony. “What do you think, Tony?” My Master asked me, “Will you vouch for this Basile?” I took a second to think, but I answered “I will, Master”. “Then you should get the boy back, Charlie. I trust my Fab.” Charles nodded wth a big smile. But then, Anthony turned to me.
“And you, since you vouched for your fellow slave, I’ll hold you responsible for his behaviour. If Charles is dissatisfied with Basile ever again, you will pay the price. I warn you. I’ll be very angry and I will punish you accordingly.”
As you can imagine, I gulped in terror. I kissed their feet and thanked them profusely for their benevolence. Later, when I was alone, I called Basile on the phone and yelled at him. “I vouched for you, so you better not let me down, you filthy faggot! If you jeopardize my relationshp with my Master, I will make you pay, believe me! I will make you wish you were never born!”
About two weeks later, while Anthony was having breakfast in bed and I was massaging his feet, he casually said to me “By the way, Charles told me he’s very happy with his slave’s attitude, lately. I’m proud of you. You did a good job.” A few days later, I had Basile on the phone crying with joy. “Charles called me a good boy today. He called me a good boy!”
Basile was part of the servile staff I managed during the Alpha Pack vacation this summer. And I can confirm he seems to have the good mindset of a slave faggot, now. And, of course, he’s much more happy! ;-D
I’m so glad I could FINALLY told you the whole story, my beloved big brother!
Love you !
Fab the fag
My dear Fabien is now a MENTOR FAGGOT!
There are so many lessons to be learned from this account that I think it should be mandatory reading for every serious faggot out there. If you aren’t inspired to improve and truly dedicate yourself to submitting fully to Alphas after reading this, then I can’t help you.
First of all, note how sternly and matter-of-factly Fabien spoke with his rebellious, misguided brother Basile! Hell, he sounds like ME sometimes when I’m laying down the law around here! Fabien spoke that way in order to snap Basile back to reality and force him to see how badly he was behaving.
But Fabien’s counsel wasn’t just about behavior, but it was also about developing the proper attitude. Basile had developed what I call the “equality paradox”, in which he believes he deserves equal billing with his Master when he’s clearly not at all equal. This mental problem was rightfully causing issues with his straight Master, because no straight Alpha is going to take such nonsense from a faggot. All Alphas expect faggots to completely and obediently serve and submit to them, but this is especially true of straight Alphas who don’t need to own faggots if they don’t want to!
And that’s what Fabien correctly pointed out to Basile – it’s a PRIVILEGE to serve our greatest Men!
It’s important to take note of the abrupt change in Basile’s attitude and the result: Master Charles was so pleased with Basile’s improved attitude that he told Basile that he was a “good boy”! And what was Basile’s reaction to that compliment from his Master? Overjoyed fulfillment!!
Do you want to feel that kind of fulfillment? That kind of overwhelming pride and gratitude? Then humble yourself the way Basile did, by listening to the wise words of my little mentor faggot Fabien!
This experience will forever be a touchstone for me on this site. Through his faithful service to Master Anthony and his proper mindset, Fabien has not only found joy and fulfillment for himself, but also given that same gift to his faggot brother! I am beyond proud of him for that!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise and reign of a gay God Alpha named Master Alejandro who, along with his straight Alpha brother, enslaved Maria and her faggot husband! CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
God Alpha brothers are a rarity. Typically, one brother asserts himself through natural hierarchical selection and pecking order battles as the God Alpha. However, differing sexual preferences is one way that God Alphahood can be shared between brothers of equal power.
This shared power can be clearly seen when Alpha brothers team up to work a situation together, much the way gay Master Alejandro and his straight brother have done with Maria and her former husband Miguel.
You might recall that Maria wrote to this site after asking Master Alejandro to fuck her husband Miguel, which revealed the truth: Miguel is actually a faggot. But Master Alejandro upped the ante by asking his brother to fuck and breed Maria, which he did until he got Maria pregnant!
Isn’t it amazing what a few deep shots of Alpha cum can do?
Now Master Alejandro returns to discuss an issue with his new faggot Miguel:
Hey Sam, this is your Master Alejandro, do you still remember me?
I wanted to tell you that Maria’s been really happy with her new life as a pregnant woman. It’s impressive how a woman’s mood change once she has a real Man guiding her. She is just now learning what it means to have a real man, not a fag husband. So she recently moved to live with my brother, while I moved in to take their previous apartment and live with Miguel. It’s been a lot of work for both me and my brother, but we’re Alphas, we know what to do. Maria is being really well treated and that’s what matters now. One more happy woman in the world thanks to Alpha cum!
For me, the challenge has been to train Miguel. It’s much harder to train a faggot who was in a straight marriage living a lie than taking a virgin fag who hasn’t tried to be a Man before. Can you believe that this fucking slut told me a few days ago that he thought he was bisexual? lol jajajaja unbelievable, I couldn’t hold my laugh. As soon as he said it, I repeated straight to his face that he is a FAGGOT, no woman would ever want to open her pussy for him. He was quiet at first, but it took less than 10 minutes for him to suck my cock so I guess he was not upset jajajaja lol
Things are going well, we’re working with the lawyers to officialize their divorce, and they both agree. The apartment belongs to Miguel’s family, so I’ll be living here with him. Maria will be with my brother from now on. She just wants to make sure everything is set before her belly starts to grow. You know how these things are, her family can never imagine that she got pregnant from another Man while still married to this faggot. Miguel begs to me everyday that I don’t expose him. I repeat every single day that nobody will ever know he’s a faggot. He is just my slut and I don’t want other men touching him anyway.
I haven’t seen a lot of fags like Miguel because I usually prefer those femboys, so everybody knows that I am the Man and they’re the fags. But Miguel does not look like a fag at all, so he’s always panicking about people finding out what he really is. I guess this kind of anxiety is quite normal, right? I just need to navigate this with my new fag jajaja lol
First of all, I’m amazed at how cleanly this worked out. Alphas are always doing such mind-boggling things. They make the impossible not just possible, but probable. But notice how easily Master Alejandro took over Miguel’s family-funded apartment, moving Maria into the home of his brother without barely a thought!
But Master Alejandro has his hands full with Miguel. As Master Alejandro said, faggots who lived a lie as a straight male are corrupted mentally. It’s hard to let go of that security blanket and embrace the truth of life as an owned faggot. I would think it would be a relief, but I’ve never lived that lie, either. In fact, one of the reasons for this site was to prevent faggots from doing this very thing.
Master Alejandro did the right thing by nipping Miguel’s delusion in the bud. It can be incredibly effective to look a faggot in the eyes and tell it that it is, indeed, nothing but a faggot.
Master Alejandro asks if this anxiety is normal. Sadly, it is. Most faggots live terrified lives full of self-loathing and shame. Great Masters know how to help a faggot through such difficulties, shepherding them to the greener pastures of service and acceptance. I have no doubt Master Alejandro can do that with Miguel.
I just hope Miguel can come to a point where he realizes his subjugation to Master Alejandro has led to fulfillment for Maria and a new life with the child Master’s brother has created inside her. It’s all because Miguel accepted his role as a faggot. That’s important!
The following post is part of a thread following a 30-year-old Italian Alpha named Francesco who is living in America with a 19-year-old faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Early in the history of this site I attempted to play matchmaker using this site as a connection hub and me as the connector. What a disaster! Almost immediately I was deluged with requests from both Alphas and faggots, and for a time the front page of the site was clogged with posts similar to this one.
I discontinued it quickly. Part of it was the fact that I simply don’t have the time for such things, but the worse problem was the number of angry Alphas bitching to me about game-playing faggots I’d inadvertently connect to them. It was a nightmare.
But my desire to help people connect is why I built the Hierarchy University Discord, a free community where Alphas and faggots and everyone in-between can chat and discover each other. Follow that link to join!
I guess my point is that I don’t intend for this post to be part of a trend where posts are used to connect Alphas and faggots, or for personal messages to be sent back and forth in that manner. However, Master Francesco is an extraordinary Master who has already contributed a lot to this site and to the faggots fawning all over him, so I’ll make this exception.
Master Francesco read THIS QUESTIONS FROM READERS POST from a faggot named Felipe who was inspired by his diet plan. So Master Francesco wrote the following:
Hey Sam, this is Master Francesco
I told my new vegan faggot, whose name is Jack, to follow your website because he’s a great sub bottom but still struggles to see himself as a faggot, although he clearly is. So he has been reading your content and enjoying very much. Today I took him out for breakfast and to get some sexy clothes for him as a reward for the good boy he has been. He took more than 10 loads from my balls last week, I couldn’t me more proud and he deserves a reward.
Anyway, I dropped him off at his place and he texted me a few minutes ago saying that he went to check your page and there was a fag talking about me. Jack was not jealous at all. Instead, he was excited to see another fag talking about me, which is a big green flag for a great boy. So I read Felipe’s message and I’d like to address this message to him:
Felipe, I’m really proud of you and I’m sure that if you keep taking care of yourself you will be much healthier, happier, and will find a good man to take care of you. I’ve been too busy to train you but I love to see fags improving their lives, I really do. So if you read this message, go ahead and comment on the post how it is going, I’d love to stay in touch and know more about your experience as a faggot. No faggot should ever feel depressed, you boys-all of you boys-deserve to be happy and have a strong hand guiding you. I wish I could pump joy and self-esteem inside of you like a warm load in your hole, but I can’t commit to be this strong hand for you now. In any case, I’m sure Sam will not be upset if you send your updates through his page. My boy Jack checks the page everyday, so he’ll let me know whenever you say something. If you wanna be a good boy and please me, keep Sam and I updated, I’ll love to see your progress, and I’m sure you’ll inspire other boys too.
Thank you, Sam. You see? Your work is really important for thousands of fags out there.
So Felipe, please comment below so Master Francesco can find you! And I recommend that you join the Discord, little brother, so you can get support and even more inspiration!
Thank you, Master Francesco! You are a bright beacon of light for all of the lost faggots out there!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a young Mexican Alpha named Master Jose. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Is it weird for an Alpha to be trained by another Alpha? Not at all! Olympic athletes have trainers. Superstar athletes in all sports have trainers. Every hugely-successful businessman had a trainer or mentor guiding his early development.
To be elite, you must be sharpened by those you wish to emulate. Like the Bible says at Proverbs 27:17, “By iron, iron is sharpened.”
With this in mind, Mexican Master Jose returned to Master Lorenzo’s Brazilian estate for a week of intense training to develop his own ownership of faggots. I’ve already covered the first day when Master Lorenzo bred Master Jose (as told by Master Jose), as well as little Giovanni’s account from the faggot side.
Now Master Jose finishes the tale with a recounting of the rest of a momentous week!
Hola Sam, this is Master Jose again
I finally found some free time to follow Lorenzo’s instructions and tell you how my week was. I spent 7 days with him, from Aug 24 to Aug 30. Gio and I already told you how Lorenzo fucked me on the 24th and how Gio tried the dp like a real good boy on the 25th. So last night on our group chat I told them that I would give you a nice account of the other days. Lorenzo really loves you and wants you to know about our week together. In fact, I think he is really proud of himself for having planned such a perfectly crafted 7-day project for training me as an Alpha and training Gio and Rafa as his two faggots. Anyway, let’s go:
TUESDAY: After we tried to dp Gio on Monday, he woke up on Tuesday a little disappointed, he really puts a lot of pressure on himself, so Lorenzo spent most of the time giving him some love and extra care. When they were back home from work, we got together in the living room around 6pm. Lorenzo had planned what he calls “Romantic night” It’s something that he has in his regular schedule for the boys once a week, so they are very used to it. It is basically a night where the boys are used a little less roughly and my brother uses this moment to practice the boys’ self-steem and confidence. He bought red roses for the fags as he does every week, and the boys were waiting for us wearing the proper clothing: red lingerie for Gio and red jockstrap for Rafael. Lorenzo said that it would be a day for them to recover their holes, and I could notice the relief on the boys’ faces. Gio was still recovering from the attempted dp and Rafael was still sore from the rough fucks on Sunday and Monday. Lorenzo never ceases to amaze me of how thoughtful he is!! So the boys did not use their holes, but we used their throats a lot. We were not as rough as usually, it was indeed a “romantic night” between us and the fags. One nice load for each one of them, which they swallowed and thanked us. Lorenzo sent the boys to their room after we came, and they fell asleep early after all the work they had taking care of the house and our cocks. All the week the boys slept in the other room while I slept with Lorenzo in his bed. We spent many hours talking about myself, my life, my plans for the future… he really is a wonderful friend and brother. A little after midnight, when the boys had been sleeping for a long time, he told me to undress again for we had been wearing just underwear. It didn’t take long for both of us to be hard again. He started touching my hole and asked if I wanted to take some cum again. I was a really reluctant but them he said “I love fucking my fags but fucking a brother like you feels so special”, then I kissed him, sucked his thick cock and balls. And after a quick shower to get ready for him, I came back to the room and ten minutes later here I was riding Lorenzo once again. The second time I took his cock felt much better, then he told me to take it missionary and I did it. He didn’t stop kissing me not even for a second, repeating that we’re brothers. He came inside of me, I also shot a nice load on my on stomach while he fucked me. He fell on top of me exhausted and we both fell asleep with all that smell of Alpha sweat and Alpha cum around us.
WEDNESDAY: This was the “good boys night”, which means both Gio and Rafa were dressing blue underwear shaking their ass for us, calling us Masters. Lorenzo let me choose first, I chose Gio than we alternated again. But instead of breeding them as always after a long fuck Lorenzo told the boys to kneel no the floor and we both came on their faces. Then he told the boys to make out mixing our loads together and of course they swallowed every drop of our cum combined in a powerful seed for them. As always, Lorenzo took the boys to the bathroom and he bathed Rafael while I bathed Giovanni, making sure the boys were happy, fulfilled, and not hurt in any way. Then Lorenzo and I went back to the King’s bedroom, we cuddled and fell asleep without fucking again this time.
THURSDAY: This day felt like a porn movie, Lorenzo wanted to fuck me while I was fucking the boys. I was really embarrassed to let the fags seeing me in such a vulnerable moment. The other two times the door was locked and the fags were outside. But I trusted Lorenzo and trusted that the boys would not make fun of me. So that’s what we did: the boys started sucking our cocks as always, then Lorenzo told Gio and Rafael to put their hands on the wall with their ass up. Then he told me to choose a hole. I chose Rafael and started fucking, but instead of entering Gio’s pussy, Lorenzo lubed my hole and entered my ass while I was fucking Rafael. So the three of us were there standing, Rafael on the wall, I was in the middle, and Lorenzo banging me. Gio was looking at us and I could feel how horny he was. But of course Lorenzo would not let his favorite fag out. So after a few minutes we changed and I fucked Gio while Lorenzo was still inside of me. And that’s how it went… I had both fag holes just for me while Lorenzo was fucking me, the whole fuck was standing with the boys putting their hands on the walls. Lorenzo really wanted to try this new position. When I was getting close, Gio put his ass up begging for my load, so I came inside of him, Lorenzo bred me deep, and then he told me to sit on Rafael’s face. For my surprise, the fag was really happy to rim my hole and taste Lorenzo’s cum inside of me. I won’t lie, it felt awesome to have such a powerful seed running in my body while I was pumping my on load inside Gio’s perfect ass.
FRIDAY: Lorenzo planned this day to be a nice game for us. It was the “total submission night”, quite simple, but really hot. The fags were blindfolded, and waited in their room with the lights off. They sleep together in a queen size bed, so they were both blindfolded, lights off, waiting in their bed with their asses up. Lorenzo and I waited around 15 minutes, then we entered the room with all curtains and windows closed, so it really was a dark room. Then the boys needed to tell who was touching them. If they got it right, their prize was kissing our balls. If they got it wrong, they received a nice slap on their smooth ass. We did that for around 2o minutes touching different parts of their bodied, their faces, their hair, their ass, their holes, their knees, and they needed to say outload whose hand it was. Giovanni made only one mistake, Rafael made two mistakes, so Lorenzo spanked Gio once and I spanked Rafael twice. And the boys loved it lol When we were too horny to continue, we fucked the boys without turning the lights on. It was really hot to hear my brother’s voice in the dark, I couldn’t see anything, I just feeling Rafael’s tight hole around my cock, hearing his moanings while Gio was begging for more and Lorenzo deep voice gave orders to all of us. We both cunted the boys and shot deep loads. We then took the boys to the shower, washed their whole bodies and holes with love and care, sent them back to bed, and I joined Lorenzo in his bedroom. Once again, a few hours later, in the middle of the night, Lorenzo wanted my ass, so I let him fuck me for the third time. This time, however, he fucked me missionary and then spoon position, hugging me while he fucked. It felt even better and we both came together again. And fell asleep right after we finished.
SATURDAY: that was the day when we finally did the dp in Gio, but he already told everything in his beautiful fag perspective. It was really good, I can’t describe how hot it was to feel Lorenzo’s warm cum touching the tip of my cock inside that fag’s hole, he really is a special fag for us.
I wanna say something to finish: Lorenzo was the best host ever, he really is a brother, a friend, and a mentor for me. I’m telling you the sexual parts because they are the hottest ones, but he also talked to me about my career, school, money, professional plans, he really is the older brother that I didn’t have before. I’m so thankful for having such a powerful brother in my life. He was really kind all the time, reassuring me that I am a Man, a powerful Man, and his brother. But do you know the only moment he corrected me with a firm voice? It was an afternoon that I was alone with Rafael and wanted some pussy, I texted him if I could go ahead and fuck him and he said of course, go ahead. Then I told Rafael to suck my cock and we had just a quick fuck, just to unload my balls quickly. But I totally forgot to take Rafael to the shower afterward, although Lorenzo had told me before to do it. So when he arrived back from work, I had finished and Rafael was taking a shower by himself. As soon as he saw it, he told me “in my house, we don’t let the boys alone, don’t you ever do this again” – friendly of course, but with the firm tone of a Man correcting his younger brother. I was playing videogames in the couch while Rafael was washing my cum out of his pussy, so Lorenzo immediately told me to undress, go back to the shower, and take care of him. Of course I did it, and Rafael indeed opened a big smile when I joined him, it was clear how much the boy loved it. Later that night, during our long conversations, Lorenzo said he didn’t mean to be rude, but he did want me to understand that the boys must always receive aftercare. And in his house the rules are: we use the fag, we bathe the fag. He explained to me that this is our opportunity to make sure the fag’s hole is not hurt and also they feel much more confident and loved, which mean better fucks!
That’s it, Sam… that was my life-changing week. I came so much that I lost the count. I took three deep loads inside my ass, but you know what? I have never felt more Alpha than now. I am an Alpha, I’m proud to be an Alpha, and I’ll follow the rules of my brother and mentor.
Ps.: Our group chat with Juan and Bruno loves you. After Gio’s dp we all celebrated and the first thing Bruno said is that you would love to know about it lol
I think this is an incredibly beautiful account. I dearly love Master Lorenzo’s unparalleled wisdom and guidance in training Master Jose, especially when it involves caring for faggots. It’s wonderful to hear about Master Lorenzo’s standing policy that faggots get used and then bathed by their Master. The aftercare is truly breathtaking.
It’s also revealing how Master Jose felt rejuvenated and empowered after being bred by his Alpha brother. This is far from the first time I’ve encountered this phenomenon, but I still don’t have a suitable explanation for it. I just know it’s real.
Master Jose showed impressive humility for a superior Man, submitting to his Alpha leader in order to learn and grow stronger. This is exactly what smart Alphas do!
I thank Master Jose for sharing his incredible week of training, as well as Master Lorenzo and Giovanni for being part of bringing this to everyone. I’m sure it will inspire others!
Have you heard anything from the faggot who is serving those two brothers? I always found his story to be an inspiration to faggots. It’s amusing that a fag would be surprised when a man takes over his life.
I haven’t heard anything from Sean the faggot since January or so. I sent him a note to say “Hi”, so we’ll see if/when he answers, Sir! And yes, the story was surprising on multiple levels given how quickly Master Eric took over Sean’s stake in the company while the other board members were quick to surrender power to the new Alpha.
The following is part of a thread following the development of a straight Alpha named Cal after he discovered Hierarchical Truth on this site and with the help of Master Chad and God Dino! CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
Longtime readers of my work going back to the days of FWA remember my work with Master Cal. When I first met him, he was a straight Alpha trapped in a loveless marriage. Then he read Hierarchical truth on FWA and was so stunned and vibrating with curiosity that he wrote a legendary letter demanding more answers. After coaching him briefly, Master Cal demanded that I connect him with Master Chad, the straight God Alpha son of God Dino. Once I did, it didn’t take long for Master Cal to leave his entire life behind and join God Dino’s Family at their mountain mansion retreat.
That was years ago now, and Master Cal has gone from strength to strength as he ascends in power. I don’t get to hear from him a lot, but when I do it’s usually because of some great accomplishment in his life that provides him with more evidence of the Alpha power he first learned of through me.
And this latest email is exactly that. Master Cal tells it better than I would:
Hey, how’s My fagboy today? I’m in a great fucking mood! I woke up to terry’s pretty eyes on her God. So we do some sweet and nasty stuff and just when I’m about to feed her My first nut My phone rang. It was this slash I sometimes fucked back home so I thought it would be hot talk to her while terry’s sucking My cock. Talking to her like some whore while giving My own whore this pleasure was fantastic, sam. So I’m close but I’m controlling it and the slash says she’s having triplets! Goddamn, I’m gonna be a Dad again. What’s weird is no one in My family is known for multiple births. I just keep busting groups of kids into these whores! Fuck I hung up quick and about drowned terry with My load. Now she’s all excited about having possibly three more of My Boys to raise and I’m a proud Papa of course. I’ve got to have Chad call the lawyers so they can prepare paperwork. I got to call Pop. He’s going to be proud of Me. That sounds vaguely childish but Pop is God and it feels so good when He’s proud of any of Us.
Remember when I was talking about Phil? Well He and whitey have been locked in His room for about 2 days. Other than the occasional faggot scream and Alpha grunts, nobody knows a thing. I don’t think He’d go too far but He’s dark so who knows. Chad believes in Him so I do too. I trust the Savior’s wisdom. That dude just gives off this strange dark aura that the faggots and slash seem to love and can be off-putting to Men. Well, let’s just say it makes Men wary. The Family’s known Phil for years but I only met Him on the other island when mommy was sick. I did hear that Pop fucked Phil’s mom and dad to humiliate and punish them for their past treatment of Phil. Pop really loves Phil. I think They connected because both are dark souls with loveless childhoods. I don’t know exactly what brought about Pop’s unique retribution but He made sure they knew that Phil was aware of the “seduction” and humiliation. After that they opened a huge, never-ending bank account for Phil and have never spoken to Him again. That was years ago and Phil stays with the Family now when He’s not “working”. His job has Him gone for weeks at a time. Its all mysterious. I know He runs drugs because each time He returns its with a big chunk of something for Us to sample. It’s always super Goddamn good. Chad knows so much about everything but particularly drugs. I admit I love Our occasional parties. Wonder why most of humanity so enjoys being fucked up? Everyone has their own thing, whether it’s liquor or smack or weed.
I got shit to do now, baby so I’m gone. If I hear anything about the mysterious Phil I’ll let you know. you’ll be My little confidant. Oh, I read your posts on My Brothers. I hope you do come by here one day fagboy. If you do Us Men are going to fuck you SO GOOD! Me especially baby. See you later, fagboy.
TRIPLETS!
To my knowledge the Alphas of God Dino’s Family aren’t taking any virility supplements, so why are they all so damned potent? My theory on this is based on the fact that these powerful Alphas live their lives as FULLY manifested Alphas in every way. They fuck anyone they want at will, are served and adored and worshiped every single day while sampling all the best this world has to offer. These Alphas have all ascended to God-level and rule together over a growing empire tailored and cultivated to truly amplify their Alphahood.
It’s what a true Hierarchical lifestyle should look like for any true Alpha! They all live it every day!
The beautiful thing about being Master Cal and fathering triplets almost at will is the fact that he’s secure inside the privileged and first-class confines of God Dino’s new island paradise. There’s treasure everywhere, and any unexpected issue (like triplets) can be easily handled for the right amount of that treasure. Again, these are advantages Master Cal never had until he reached out to me and then Master Chad.
Life-changing advantages, for sure!
I celebrate this momentous accomplishment with Master Cal! His triplets will be brought into the fold and raised with love and care along with the rest of the sons (17 so far!) on the island!
No matter what great things Master Cal does, it always feels like he’s just getting started! His future is unlimited and continuously awe-inspiring! Congratulations, Master Cal!
The following post is part of a thread following the life and teachings of a 30-year-old God Alpha named Master Maurice as he takes ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Since my return I’ve been blessed with some truly extraordinary stories that really touched me and inspired me, but none have had quite the emotional impact of the story of Master Maurice and his ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard.
As a God Alpha, Master Maurice can have anyone and anything he chooses. Yet he chose to own a disabled faggot. Let’s be honest: most Alphas would’ve said “no” to Édouard simply because of the degree of difficulty involved in owning him.
But Master Maurice is not like “most Alphas”. He’s a superlative of a superlative, a kind of real-life superhero who sees the lowly and afflicted and uses his great power and wisdom to effect positive change. Suffice it to say that I wish we had 10,000 more just like him!
I’m always so grateful when I hear back from this greatest of Kings, because he teaches by example and through his impactful words. He targets his messages, rather than simply using his voice to brag about his power and accomplishments.
He was inspired to write again from a recent post about Alpha scent, and from that comes another lesson:
Hey fag Sam, This Master Maurice, remember me? I haven’t shared my experiences with my fag for a while, but I came to your page to see what was going on and just saw this sexy post about Alpha scent. My fag is literally what you described. When he is upset, I literally shove his face on my sweaty balls and it’s a kind of magic for the fag. He literally changes his mood in 5 minutes on my balls or armpits. I wonder what the biological process is his fag brain for such a change of mood to happen so quickly.
I am also training him to ride my cock now. I usually fuck him missionary because, as you know, he can’t move his legs, missionary is usually the easier way to have full access to his hole while he hugs me, but I really like when fags ride my cock, so I decided to train him. At first he was not very confident because he doesn’t feel anything from his hips down, so he can’t use his knees to ride it. But I held his skinny body in my arms, reassuring that everything was okay, then I told him to open his hands on my chest and instead of using his legs, use his hands to go up and down.
His pussy is quite used to my cock, I literally molded his hole pounding him hard, so it wasn’t hard to go balls deep inside of him, but he didn’t want to move, he stayed still just feeling my hard cock in his ass. I wanted him to do sort of a push-up on my chest to move up and down, but he wasn’t even trying.
You know, I am very patient and I love my boy, I take care of him everyday in my life. But it’s not very smart to disobey a Man when his hard cock is shoved deep in your ass. I wasn’t fully rational, so I just said “come here, boy”, held his hips on both sides with my hands and pounded him to make sure that he would never forget who is the man and who is the faggot in my house. But I know very well how to be firm without hurting a fag, he never told me stop while I was banging his pussy. He just kept moaning and repeating “oh baby, it’s so deep, omg, it’s so deep”, I was literally teaching him how to serve my cock in cowgirl style without making him move a muscle, I was doing all the work, he was just a sextoy getting fucked on top of me. I was using all my strength to make him ride me, sliding his body up and down like a fleshjack.
Then I gave him a break, we were both sweaty, he was already out of breath. I hugged him, putting him on my chest, his head next to mine on my shoulder, without taking my cock from his hole, then I whispered in his ear “I love you boy, but when I tell you to do something in this bed, you do it” I didn’t want to be too hard on my fag, but I had asked him to serve me and he let his fear speak louder than his obedience. He just said sorry, still grasping for air, then I added “this is my house, my bed, and you are my faggot, now go back to what I told you to do” and it worked like magic. He put his both hands on my chest and started fucking himself using his arms to go up and down. I said “good boy” while he was moaning and stretching his pussy, I came after a few minutes and pumped a thick load in his ass.
He apologized again when I was giving him aftercare, but I told him that it was okay, kissed him tenderly and called him a good boy again. Then he fell asleep with my cum in his ass and his face on my armpit.
You may not remember, but I’m still fucking that nurse I hired. Another good boy with soft lips and a great nurse. My goal is moving him in as well, so I’d have two perfect fags and a full-time nurse to look after my boy.
I love that Master Maurice doesn’t allow sentimentality cloud his judgement or his training of his faggots. His expectations and commands still stand regardless of any physical limitations.
Why is this good? Because Master Maurice is pushing Édouard to become stronger and more resilient, not to give up when something is difficult!
Imagine Édouard’s pride after Master Maurice pushed him to actually do this difficult sexual position and then please Master so much he pumped a precious load into him! The next time there is some difficult task to please Master, what do you think Édouard’s attitude will be regarding that task?
That’s the beauty of TRAINING your faggots!
At Hebrews 12:11 The Bible states the following:
“True, no discipline seems for the present to be joyous, but it is painful; yet afterward, it yields the peaceable fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.”
God Alphas like Master Maurice see the end result of discipline and training: a better, more confident faggot!
He also sees an endgame with this nurse faggot he’s been breeding, biding his time until he can move that nurse fag into his home to complete part of his growing Kingdom.
It’s God Alphas like Master Maurice who keep me smiling in confidence. He’s the living embodiment of everything this site teaches and is meant to amplify.
And I’m the proudest faggot to be trusted by this most incredible Alpha to share his inspirational story with you!
The following post is part of a thread following the development of a deep Master/faggot relationship between a faggot named Alberto and his straight childhood friend and Master Andre. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I think it’s sad that so many guys think straight Alphas cannot or should not deeply love their faggots. I was deeply loved by my straight Masters, and it never made them gay or ended up in a gay marriage or anything like that. They simply gave me their trust, kindness, support, and guidance so that I could be a better person and faggot.
And that made all the difference.
I’ve told the story before about my beautiful (and very straight) Master Aaron buying me a dozen roses one time when I was scared and upset, and let me just say that was not the only time he did things like that for me. I was just a faggot, yet he valued me and gave me worth.
I’ve never forgotten those feelings my straight Masters embedded in my heart. Part of the reason why this site exists is because of those great Alphas I served. They taught me more than just Hierarchical truth. They also taught me the endless potential of Alphas, and how they defy expectations because they are beyond the comprehension of inferiors.
Master Andre reminds me so much of Master Aaron in terms of his temperament and his generous heart. Like Master Aaron, Master Andre didn’t run when he discovered his longtime friend was a faggot. Instead, he deepened his protection of his most treasured companion, and through that discovered the depth and power of his own Alphahood. The Alpha/faggot dynamic is symbiotic like that.
In his latest update, Master Andre uses a little story about a sunflower tattoo to reveal the depth and breadth of his love and care for his precious faggot Alberto. It is one of the most beautiful pieces ever written by an Alpha for this site, and I’m so proud to share it with you:
Hey Sam,
This is Andre, Alberto’s friend. I am now much more comfortable to say: Alberto’s Master, Alpha, Mentor, and Leader.
My boy has always thought about making a flower tattoo. He loves flowers and knows everything about it. But because of his violent and toxic father, he was severely punished in his childhood for liking flowers, perhaps homophobia prevented the world to have a great biologist. But I can’t change the past, I can only fix my boy’s future. So I bought him some nice books about flowers and started to watch documentaries about flowers with him. I admit that it’s quite boring for me, but looking at my boy’s joy is so special that I am okay changing my soccer matches for flowers. He gets very excited and usually spends another hour talking about flowers after the videos are over. And when my princess is excited, his blowjob is even better, so everyone is happy.
I wanted to share with you that last week I decided to give him a tattoo as a present. He has talked about making a flower tattoo on his right ass cheek for many years, since we were in high school, but has never had the courage to it. So one day after his shower he was walking in the house completely naked, I grabbed his ass as I always do when he passes by me and said “I wanna see a flower here, my princess”. At first he chuckled and thought I was kidding, but then I said “if you really want it, I’ll pay for you, it’s my present for my special boy”
He woke up the next morning decided to do it, and I had already looked for tattoo artists, a good friend from work has many tattoos and recommended me the guy he goes to. I went to his studio with my boy and the place was awesome, but I know my princess very well, he would not be comfortable there. The place the most heterosexual place I’ve ever seen: only men working there, posters with naked women on the walls, soccer shirts everywhere. It was a celebration of straight men made by straight men for straight men. My boy held my arm and I could see his fear in his eyes. I thought he would never show his ass to those men. He was already uncomfortable just to be there, let along to show his ass to a completely unknown. In fact, other than his mother when he was a baby, I was the only person who had ever seen his ass.
Anyway, the guy met us and he was really kind. We shook hands and my boy was shaking, the guy even asked if he was cold. I did all the talking, as always. But did not where the tattoo would be because I knew my boy would feel totally embarrassed. The guy showed us multiple drawings in other clients and he really was an outstanding artist. He thought we were a couple, but at all times he only talked to me, I was the one giving all the instructions about Alberto’s body. After a while, I said that he was nervous because it was his first tattoo and he was not used to this kind of environment. The artist was very clever because he immediately understood what I meant and subtly mentioned that his female assistant could see Alberto for him to relax. My boy agreed and he went to the other room with a hot lady, and I could hear them laughing there, which was a relief for me.
Once I was by myself with the guys, just Men in the room, I told him that we were just friends, but that I was very mindful of Alberto, and he was nervous because he had had horrible experiences with homophobia in the past. The tattoo guy told me that he respected everyone no matter what and he would make sure that Alberto felt relaxed. The guy was awesome, he asked what song my boy liked, and he answered lady gaga, so he put her songs on YouTube for him, offered beers and wine for him to relax, and asked if I’d like to stay with them. Honestly, I am glad he asked because there is no way I would let a stranger touch my princess’s ass without me knowing what is going on. And of course, Alberto wanted me to hold his hand during the whole process.
Even with the wine and the music, he hesitated a little when he needed to show his ass, and he looked at me as if he was waiting for my permission. The guy told him that he could keep his underwear and that made things much easier, so the artist just lifted a little bit of his underwear to have access to my boy’s right cheek and started doing it. It was a small flower, so it did not take too long, and I held his hand during the whole process. The guy kept asking if he was hurting Alberto, but little did he know that my princess takes much more in his ass than a simple needle.
The tattoo was really great, we were told to wait for it to heal, which means no spankings for a while. But once he took a picture of my boy’s ass and showed it to him, he opened such a gorgeous smile. I love seeing my boy happy, I’m not gonna lie.
I paid for the tattoo and we went back home because Alberto couldn’t sit to have lunch. So he laid in our bed, still smiling, and we had lunch together in bed. I asked him why he had chosen a sunflower instead of a red rose, and then he said that I was the mighty sun of his life and he was just a little sunflower looking at me. Needless to say, I got hard as soon as he said that, put my hard cock out and just said “come here”. He gave me wonderful head, and begged for me to feed him, and so I did. A nice load for a my good boy. We took a nap together, with him on my chest. Later that week, when the tattoo was healed, I fucked him deep and shot my cum on his sunflower, to mark his flower as my property.
I wanted to share this story to celebrate my beautiful boy and how great he is, but also to celebrate my own path embracing Alphahood more and more. When the tattoo guy thought we were a couple, it felt awkward at first, but then I noticed that everyone must think we are boyfriends: I fuck him every night, take care of him, and we love together. But you know what? That doesn’t bother me at all. Alberto is a lovely and brillant boy, I have no shame at all of people thinking I am not straight if it means they know that he’s my boy. What matters is that I know what I am, and he knows what he is.
My dearest Master Andre, I’m so impossibly proud of you for your ascension as an Alpha and as a Man! This gorgeous story you shared with me fills my heart with fond memories and the warmest hopes, so I thank you for that gift.
I wish more straight Alphas could come to the place of emotional security and maturity you enjoy today. You have come to accept the natural order of things and your place at its peak, and you’ve grown to understand how natural it is for a straight Alpha to own and use a faggot and still remain straight. The opinions and judgements of others mean nothing to you, because you are unassailable.
You sit atop the highest mountain, high above the clouds, and your faithful faggot Alberto curls lovingly at your feet. The cares of an inferior and insecure world are so far below you that they don’t even exist.
What you know is this: Alberto’s face will always be set toward your light in adoration and worship.
You are his Master. He is your faggot.
This sunflower was grown by nature just for you.
I love you, Master Andre. Thank you so much for this gift of you!
