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

The last we heard from Ethan, he was preparing to serve King Karter and a bunch of his Alpha BNWO brothers over the Fourth of July holiday in America. When I didn’t hear back from him, I figured he was either in the hospital recovering, or had been split in half and buried in a shallow grave. Let’s face it: black Alphas are not gentle, especially with faggots.

But then I remembered how much King Karter, Ethan’s Owner, cherished his newest faggot. And King Karter would always make sure his favorite toys are well tended and cared for!

But now, more than a month later, Ethan returns to share the wild details of the greatest holiday he’s ever experienced! Buckle up:

Hi Sam,

I am very sorry for not emailing you after the cookout in July. But I have had a lot of dates since then, partially to make up for the time I had to take off for finals and the time I will take off for the first two weeks of school so I can get a schedule down. I also had to submit this email to King Karter 4 times until he finally approved it; he had me edit a lot out that I wanted to tell you.

I will get to what happened at the party first. (I will tell you what I can) First, the party started on Saturday, the 4th of July. #1, and another fag that was owned by another King, and I got there around 10:00. They rented out a large Airbnb with a pool, hot tub, and a BBQ, with a decent-sized bar inside that was part of the kitchen. I manned the bar and set it up while number 1 and the other fag got the food together and started setting up the rest of the house with lube, sex toys, and other items. They started marinating the meats and making the mac and cheese, pasta and potato salads, and a few other foods that were already prepared when the first group of Kings and a few other faggots started arriving. King Karter could not arrive until later in the evening because he had to work, and #3 also had to come later because of his work.

When we arrived, we were told we had to wear either a very small string jockstrap or a lace panty thong. I chose the jockstrap as I don’t really like wearing girly stuff. We had to wear them at all times unless a king pulled them off, but then we had to put them back on after they were done with us. We also still had to stay locked at all times, of course, so I was locked all 4th weekend, and we had to refer to all of the Kings as “Daddy.” A lot of them liked that, so the other Kings said it was a rule. It was a four-bedroom house, and one of the bedrooms had two twin beds where we faggots could sleep or take our break times. Even though we had break times, there were many times when I would be asleep because I was so exhausted, and then I would just wake up with a huge dick in my mouth or one sliding up my hole. We didn’t have time to really sleep because even if we were on our “break time,” we were still used. There were, in all, about 9 Kings that came and went; most stayed most of the weekend. With 6 of us faggots. The group was originally going to leave on Monday the 6th, but they were having such a good time that the King that got the place called the manager and had the stay extended until Wednesday the 8th. I had to go to work on Tuesday and Wednesday, but I would go back there to help in the evening and to help clean up on Wednesday afternoon.

I managed most of the bar, along with serving drinks and food, cleaning up after them, and giving massages, along with any other needs like laundry and anything else they needed. There was a huge walk-in shower in the main Master suite bedroom where, instead of having one degnated urinal fag for a given time like the last party, the Kings wanted to have like a huge piss bukkake times, so they would pick a faggot pull them into the walk-in shower, we would get on our knees and the Kings would all stand around us in like a circle and piss on us like a bukkake just with piss, we would then have to keep our mouth open and try to drink as much of it as we could. If there was only one King that needed to piss, he would ask around and try to get others to join in. They would pull whoever (faggot) they liked or who was the closest. But I noticed some would pull certain faggots more often. After they were all done, the fag would have to lick up the floor as much as he could, and after the kings all left, we could shower and rinse off so we didn’t smell of piss the whole weekend. They originally wanted to do it outside, but some of the Kings were concerned the neighbours might see or hear it and call the cops or the owner of the place.

We also each had to spend time in the Master suite with a huge King Bed, blindfolded for sometimes hours at a time, and let anyone that came in use us. We were not allowed to remove the sleeping mask until our owners came back into the room to tell us our time was up. That part was a little nerve-racking because I could not tell who was coming and going, who was fucking my mouth or ass. Well, I could tell sometimes by their voice and the way they handled me, like King Karter, of course, especially if I had been used by them before on dates, or at the party. For some, it was more difficult. It was harder, because if I could see and know who I was serving, I could do what I knew they liked. But when you’re just there on all fours on a bed and all of a sudden you have a dick in your mouth and just start sucking, it is hard to tell if they like what you are doing, if they like a lot of tongue or more lips, or more spit, if they like me licking their balls a lot, or strokes with my tongue, or long, deep throat. Sometimes they had me close my eyes under the sleeping mask; they would then pull it up, and then they would paint my face with a few loads of cum and put the mask back on. Then when I would open my eyes again under the sleeping mask, the cum would start to run in my eyes and burn my eyes. Also, they would like to get really rough during those times, with a lot of verbal humiliation, like name-calling and slapping. Which I didn’t mind.

But, there was this brand new faggot named Evan. He came with another King. Evan is just a 19y/o twink, dirty/blond, blue-eyed with a tan, tight body, and a huge flirt and fun guy. He had never been exposed to this kind of party before, so I think it kind of freaked him out a bit.  After his time in the Master suite, he spent a lot of time in the bathroom; I didn’t notice it until #1 came over to me and asked me to go talk to him because he might need someone to talk to. I wasn’t sure what I could do, but I said Yeah, sure. I knocked on the door and asked if he was good. I could hear he had been crying a bit. And I asked if I could come in. I didn’t know him well; we had just met like a day before. So I felt kind of uncomfortable because I didn’t know what to say. I just asked if he was good and what was wrong.  He said he didn’t think this kind of thing was what he was going to do. His King and he had just been fucking for about the last 4 months, and this was the first time he had been with more than one guy at the same time, even though he had been getting fucked since he was 14. I think the time in the Master suite was like an experience he wasn’t ready for; he was a bit scared and intimidated. I didn’t blame him; I was too, and I had been to another party like this before. He knew that he would get fucked by other men before he came, but he didn’t know he would be blindfolded and just used like that. I told him a little bit about my experiences and being shared (I left out the part where the men pay King Karter for it) He was in shook a bit of some of the things I told him, But I also told him it was possibly the greatest experience I have had in my life, that King Karter takes care of me, and watches over me to make sure no one hurts me, has helped me change my life, and helped me fulfill my purpose, the times I get to do chores for him or clean for him and I also get to please not only him but many of his friends, it was worth it, I asked him what he liked the best about surviving his King, Evan said, he obviously loved the sex, he also felt his King made him feel safe and wanted, he loved the force and strength his King had when using him. I told him to focus on those things and not let the other stuff bother him so much, so that he will get used to it soon. Not to freak out and abandon his new King because once he gets used to it, he will probably love everything about it too, like I do. He had a big smile and hugged me after. I think he felt a lot better. I told him if he wanted to talk after the cookout and hang out. Since then, we have hung out a few times, and we have talked on the phone and texted multiple times a week. He has been feeling better about everything. I also told him about your website and Discord. He was shocked because he had never heard of you before and didn’t think this kind of thing was so widespread. He is a cute guy, and I know he will serve many alphas well. I don’t know if he has joined the Discord yet, but he has read many of the stories and figured out which one was mine. He was shocked by the date thing at first, but he said he does not know if he would be able to do it if his King would ask him to. He is still serving him and does not regret any of it anymore, and it has since been shared a few more times, but he is not bothered by it anymore. I think the first time being blindfolded and having random dudes you don’t know use you was a hard intro to being a real faggot.

After King Karter read that part in my previous drafts, he said he was proud of me helping another faggot. He said from what Evan’s King told him, he was sure that we would see Evan again at another party. I think he will still need more time to get used to all of it, but I know he will get used to it.

Anyways, I will wrap it up. Other than the party, I have been going on a lot of other dates to make up for the time I can’t do it during school or when I have finals. I will be starting my last year here. Don’t know if I will stay to get a master’s in business; I think it’s kind of a waste of time. My job is going well, though, and King Karter said he might have big plans for us for next summer if everything goes well this year. But he doesn’t want to spoil the surprise. Now I want to know, but I might have to wait a whole year!

Ok, thanks, Sam! I hope you had a good Summer.

Love,

Ethan #5

As I’ve emphasized many times on this site, there are plenty of Alpha groups across America and around the world that host parties where they share their faggots. Some of these are gay Alphas, but more often they are straight or bisexual Alphas who own fags. Yes, I know it sounds like fantasy (or porn), but it 100% really happens. Alphas like the opportunity to bond sexually with each other, sharing power together, and they know the truest expression of that is by using faggots together. These Alphas like to hold court together and be treated like Emperors.

Or did you think King Karter used the title “King” just for effect?

I’m so proud of Ethan for maintaining his composure and service level throughout the entire extended party, through the mid-sleep rapes, etc. It’s not easy to stay in the moment when you’re constantly being hunted by that many giant black dicks!

Just ask poor Evan!

Again, I am so proud of Ethan for taking on that mentor faggot role in order to comfort his inexperienced brother! I knew Ethan was a mentor fag, and this was his moment to shine! It’s REALLY not easy to try to talk someone down in the middle of a high-stress function like this party, but Ethan did a good job getting Evan to talk and reason out about his purpose. It’s no wonder King Karter singled out that part for praise!

You know, I remember when King Karter first took ownership of Ethan, and how overwhelmed Ethan was by the experience. To see King Karter’s training and care yield such fine fruits is truly wonderful. It glorifies his Master, and demonstrates Ethan’s maturity and value! There aren’t many faggots as impressive as Ethan in the world! I’m glad he’s finding such blissful fulfillment in King Karter’s service!

Thank you, Ethan, for continuing to share your journey! And thank you King Karter for allowing him to share it!

Always,

sam the faggot

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

One of the enduring legacies I wish for this site is that it teaches as many people as possible the truth about hierarchy, and that the truth they embrace fulfills them in the most important of ways. Of course, this site is mainly about how faggots unlock hierarchical power within straight and gay Men.

However women, although not a direct part of Male hierarchy, are also affected by it. If anything, women of the last 100 years have been actively resisting Male hierarchy in the pursuit of autonomy and equality, and this has led to a breakdown of natural Male/female roles and purposes. What a shame. I’ve preached it forever: if women just accepted their place beneath the natural reign of a Man, they would be so much happier and more fulfilled.

Of course, when I used to write that about women on Tumblr I received death threats.

You might remember Queen Sophie, the extraordinary mother of a young God Alpha named Master Lucas. She’s the one who originally contacted me about how her son owned faggots who were literally worshiping him and serving him.

What was most exciting about her letter was the fact that she didn’t write to me out of fear, but of PRIDE. Here was a woman who understood hierarchy in a primal way. SHE GOT IT. And even though Sophie is a strong woman, she admitted that she yearned to find an Alpha she could honor, love, and worship.

Well, I’m proud to say Queen Sophie has indeed found her King!

On July 20th I received the following message from her:

And maybe by then I’ll have another man in my life, and this one will be a partner and a lover… At least, if things turn out the way I hope they will with Raphael, the man I met through work and have started seeing. I’ll tell you all about it if it comes up, my good sam. For now, let me just say that the man seems to possess all the qualities of a true Alpha… and that he awakens a part of my womanhood that has remained latent for a long time. The part willing to submit to who deserves it.

Anyway, thank you again, sam the faggot. You are a good boy!

So I was pretty excited to hear that there was a new Alpha on the horizon for her. But nothing could prepare for what was to come!

Finally Queen Sophie returned with the following update:

My good boy sam,

Oh my dear! I’m almost shaking with emotion as I’m writing. I definitely need to tell you about my love life! I think it might be of interest for you, as it features a clear Alpha male. I’m sorry if what I’m about to write sounds like a long, sappy romance novel… but I can’t help but put down in writing what I’ve experienced over the past few weeks, leading up to a great moment last weekend!

A while back, my company worked on a joint project with another one. As a team leader, I worked with several colleagues from that other firm during various work meetings. Their own manager was Raphael, the new man in my life.

Raphael is a Black man. He is tall, bald, with a face of amazing virile beauty and a muscular body that shines even through his suit. He exudes charisma, confidence, and a natural authority. To be honest, when  first saw him, my womanhood kicked in right away like it hasn’t done in years! Even though I was doing my best to remain professional and look out for the best interests of my company and my team, I was overwhelmed by an instinctive respect and admiration for this man.

That’s why I naturally called him “Sir”, even though the usual practice is to address one another by first names or, at most, “Mr/Mrs Surname”. Right after our first meeting, when we spoke privately afterwards, he said to me: “You can call me Raphael, beauty.” All I could answer was: “Thank you, Sir. I mean, Raphael.”

Our team meetings often turned into a conversation between the two of us, a mixture of verbal sparring and flirting… I made a point of demonstrating my authority and competence, and we’d banter back and forth. I sometimes found it hard to keep my composure in the face of his charming smile… 

I remember one time when, after a presentation I thought was flawless, Raphael congratulated me before pointing out a mistake I’d made, in a tone that was at once calm, firm, and seductive. I blushed and stammered “Oh well, yes… Thank you for fact-checking it, Raphael, Sir.” After the meeting, one of his assistants came over to tease me about what had happened, saying that his boss was always spot-on when it came to detecting mistakes. Raphaël overheard us and came to my defense: “Don’t be too cocky, boy. She’s smarter than you’ll ever be. You could be her lapdog.” The assistant left, looking quite sheepish, while I told “Thank you, Sir. Raphael, that is.” He said “You’re welcome, beauty. I meant it.” and I blushed.

Before long, we found ourselves meeting up for drinks after work (and he always refused to let me pay, no matter how much I insisted, so I let him treat me).. We chatted about everything, business, politics, culture… Every time, I was impressed by the depth of his intelligence and his knowledge, combined with his commanding charm. I did my best not to be outdone and to show him my own worth, even though I was completely captivated by his face. His gaze and his smile conveyed a mix of attention, respect, amusement, and something indefinable that gave me butterflies in my stomach.

After our professional partnership ended and we no longer had any reason to see each other at work, Raphael asked me for my personal contact information. “Give me your private number, so I can invite you out for dinner whenever I want to.” I did it while trying to act as nonchalant as I could, even though my heart was pounding in my chest.

And that’s how, last Saturday afternoon, out of nowhere, I received the following text message: “Cancel whatever you have planned for tonight. I’ll pick you up at your place. Dress nicely. Be ready without fail at 8 p.m. Raphael.” My first thought was “You entitled cocky man! What if I had plans? You expect me to just obey you?” And of course, I obeyed him. I got dressed up like I hadn’t in years and waited anxiously for him. 

When he arrived, Raphael sized me up with a knowing look and said, “Perfect. You did what I told you. You’re even more beautiful than ever.” I blushed and thanked him… I felt like a teenager again! He took me by taxi to a fancy restaurant where he had reserved the best table. What a magical evening! The most romantic one I’ve ever experienced. The chemistry between us is so natural, filled with sincere compliments and playful banter.

As dinner was coming to an end, Raphael leaned toward me and whispered to me. “Can I tell you how I really feel? You are an outstanding woman. You’re gorgeous, you’re proud, fierce, strong, smart.” I began to thank him and I was about to compliment him back, but then he interrupted me and added “But with me, you’re gonna be special. I’m going to turn you into my obedient slut.” As you can imagine, I was caught off guard! But I regained my composure and replied nonchalantly, “Well, I’m curious to see that. Challenge accepted.”

When he walked me home, I casually invited him up for one last drink. Without going into details, we started kissing right away and continued into the bedroom. And it turns out Raphael isn’t just as good a lover as I thought he was: he’s even better. How can I tell you how I felt when he entered me? Seven inches of pure raw virility inside of me… I have to say, I’m relieved that Lucas is at summer camp!  I’d be embarrassed if my son heard his mother’s screams of pleasure…

While he was having his way with me, I said to Raphael, “Keep going! Don’t you dare stop!” So he looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Watch your manners, my love. If you want more, you have to beg for it.” Without thinking, I yielded right away. “Please, I beg you! Keep going, don’t stop! I beg you, Sir, it feels so good! Please!” Then he smiled and obliged, saying “That’s better. Good girl.”

It was the most wonderful night of love I can remember. I fell asleep on his muscular chest while he stroked my hair. The next morning, he left early. As he was getting dressed, he kissed me in bed as I was waking up and whispered, “I’ll be waiting for you to contact me if you want to do this again. Looking forward to hearing from you. Don’t dsappoint me, love. Prove your loyalty to your new master.”

So now, my good sam, the ball is in my court. I’m taking my time, but I know I won’t be able to resist for long before I beg him to favour me once again. I also know that I must not blow this step. I feel the time has come to surrender. To give myself and to submit to him. I think this weekend I’ll invite him over for dinner, where I’ll cook for him and wait on him at the table. I’m also thinking of greeting him in a sexy outfit, possibly on my knees, and swearing obedience to him. Maybe even kissing his feet… I don’t know. I need to think it over.

Anyway, my dear servant sam, if you ever decide that this story is worth sharing on your site, I would greatly appreciate it if you could delay its publication until Saturday. You know, just in case. I also need to have a word with Lucas on the phone first, I’d rather he hear what he needs to know from me. He hasn’t met Raphael yet, even though I briefly mentioned our dates with him. Maybe one day he could become his stepdad… But let’s not get ahead of ourselves!

Here’s what I wanted to share with you, my good sam! Thank you for being such a trusted confidant for me, as well as a preceptor and worshipper for my son Lucas.

Warm regards,

Your Queen Sophie

As you might imagine, I was floored by this letter. It was clear that Sophie had come upon a true God Alpha who has completely embraced his role as a King among Men.

Even better, Sophie allowed herself to be taken by Master Raphael, easily submitting to his power. She did everything right, but now she was looking for advice from me to really make a powerful statement of submission for him. So I advised her on what to do for their next date.

Read what she wrote about her next date, and see if you can identify my teaching in her actions:

My good sam,

Please my good sam, do publish my story! I need to share with the world my awe for Raphael!

Last thursday, I sent him a message :

“Dear Raphael, Sir,

Would you grant me the honor to come and dine at my place tomorrow night?

Very respectfully,

Sophie”

He replied positively. Last night, he came into my apartment; the door was already open when he arrived. I came out of my room wearing an elegant but simple evening gown, my shoulders bare. I was glad to catch all his attention. He remains calm but was clearly very pleased and appreciative. He looked me up and down and said “You are so beautiful, my love.”

Then, I knelt down before him and I said the words I had been rehearsing for hours. “Raphael, my beloved Master, I must apologize. I didn’t treat you with all the respect I owe you. You are a king amongst men and I am so grateful you have chosen to honor me. My home is yours and I will cook whatever you want in the kitchen and do whatever you want in bed.” Then I bowed down until my forehead touched the ground at his feet.

I think I heard some kind of roar of delight! Raphael said “Such a good girl. Get up on your knees.” I sat up, kneeling facing him. “You know your duty” he said, and I understood. I carefully pulled his cock out of his pants. What a thrill to see this tremendous trophy of manhood! I did my best to worship it, even though it was difficult. His moans of pleasure made me vibrate with happiness! His cum was delicious!

I then took off his jacket and shoes and led him to the table, where I served him the meal I’d spent the whole day preparing. I took great care of him throughout his dinner. I then offered to give him a massage on the couch, which he accepted. I massaged his shoulders, his back, and then, at his request, his feet. He remained stoic and laconic for a long time, but then he said to me, “You’re the best woman I’ve ever met.” Flattered, I tenderly kissed his bare feet and thanked him.

Then he said “How badly do you want me to make love to you?” I answered: “With all my heart. I beg you, Sir! Please!” He leaned down and grabbed my chin “Good. My cock does want your pussy again” and then he kissed me.

I can’t tell you in detail about the wonderful night of sex we had and all the orgasms he gave me, my screams of pleasure, and his roars of triumph. This morning, I woke up nestled in his arms and resting my head on his chest. I kissed his pecs and thanked him profusely. “Thank you so, so much…” I kept saying. Raphael told me “You treated me like the king I am. I rewarded you accordingly.” My heart was leaping with joy.

As he was leaving, Raphael promised me that he would invite me over to his place soon to give me a glimpse into his own life. I can’t wait to see him again! My good sam, I finally feel like a woman again! I haven’t felt this happiness of being taken and dominated since Lucas’s father!

I talked to Lucas about Raphael and let him know that I’d be sharing details about my personal and sex life on your site. So it’s totally fine for you to publish this. I’m really looking forward for Lucas and Raphael to meet!

How thrilling is that???

I’m so proud of my Queen Sophie for submitting so profoundly to Master Raphael! There are revealing moments in this account that I think all submissives (female or faggot) should deeply ponder over. For instance, when Sophie knelt at his feet, Master Raphael “roared with delight”! That’s because Alphas have a natural need to be worshiped. This is not hyperbole. Once we recognize that and apply it, so many possibilities unlock! Faggots generally understand this, but women generally have no clue.

Also note that Master Raphael thanked her for “treating him like the King he is”. Real, fully-actualized Alphas know their place and accept nothing less. A true Alpha doesn’t need us to tell them they’re Alpha. He expects us to accept it and treat him accordingly!

This is such a powerful and important story because it proves that hierarchy isn’t a fetish for perverted gays, but rather, it’s a very real power dynamic that is predictable and impactful across all of humankind.

I told Queen Sophie that Master Raphael and Master Lucas will have some amazing conversations once they meet, as they both have ways to advise the other on how to grow even more powerful!

I thank and praise Queen Sophie for sharing her story! It’s my great honor to know her and Master Lucas, and their glorification continues to be part of my privilege as their faithful faggot!

Yours,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a young straight Alpha named Matt who suspected his good friend Andres was not only gay, but also a faggot … and rose up to protect him. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s not exactly breaking news to say that Men love fucking ass. I can only guess why. First of all, an asshole is tighter. Also, fucking someone’s ass causes them great discomfort, which makes a Man feel powerful. And fucking an ass makes any Man feel like his cock is gigantic.

There’s just one problem: women almost universally refuse to be fucked in the ass.

This everlasting battle over the use of assholes has led many straight Men and Alphas to seek out faggots to fuck in the ass. And guess what happens when they try it? They end up loving the use of faggots!

Now, as I was learning about straight Alpha Matt and his loving protection of his faggot best friend Andres, I never considered that he would ever consider using a fag for anal sex. Frankly, he seemed so nice and confident that I thought he’d never want to hurt someone by fucking them in the ass.

But what I failed to notice was the power growing within Alpha Matt as he started learning about hierarchy. All of the things he never noticed about his own Alphahood have been crystallizing in his awareness, and as he’s embraced his Alphahood, his needs have grown as well. This is pretty typical for straight Alphas I’ve known.

However, Alpha Matt has a bisexual God Alpha friend named Diego who has been training Andres and breeding him in Alpha Matt’s place. So Alpha Matt has been able to witness the power of ass fucking, and he’s also been able to ask probing questions about it as well.

In other words, even more changes are coming. Listen to this:

Hey Sam, this is Matt again

I think you’re reading my mind, man. I just had a conversation about anal sex with Diego last night, and today I see a post about it here. We were talking about women since he has vast experience on both sides, and he said that he has fucked dozens of fags in the ass, but only one girl. Then I said that I have never tried anal sex for this very reason, and oh boy, I shouldn’t have said that. He loves mocking me (in a friendly way) about how limited my sexual life is because I don’t bang and breed fags, but when he learned that I’ve never fucked an ass in my life, he basically started to treat me like a virgin. I love my friend and I know he does it because he loves me, but it is really crazy how easy it is for bisexual guys to get some ass, while I’ve been sexually active for seven years and I never had the opportunity to feel a nice asshole around my cock.

Diego truly thinks I should try a trans guy with a pussy to start exploring new things, but I honestly think that it would be easier for me to get hard with a very feminine trans woman wearing something to cover her front than to a masculine trans guy with a pussy. Maybe that’s a good way to finally try some ass, I don’t know. I’m not afraid of trying, but wanted to share this with you before.

I also wanted to tell you that Andres asked Diego to take him to the movies, but Diego told me to join them because, according to him, “the fag is falling in love”. I really don’t want my little Andres to have his heart broken, so I’m trying to approach it with him and show him that Diego does not want to marry him, not even to become boyfriends right now, but my little bro is really romantic and think he is a Disney princess, so I’m working on it. We went together to watch Spider-man and people probably thought that either we were gay-friendly straight guys taking care of our femboy, or we were a throuple haha but I don’t care, what matters is that Andres has never been happier, right now he has taken buckets of cum, and I’m happy he’s happy.

You can hear the gears coming to life and turning in Alpha Matt’s head! Master Diego is doing something all Alphas have always done with each other: Alpha teasing. It’s a form of mentorship closely related to the way a personal trainer pushes a student for his own good. Master Diego knows what Alpha Matt lacks in the growth of his Alphahood, and is using mockery and teasing to help push Alpha Matt out of his comfort zone.

But I think that Alpha Matt experiencing the breeding and training of Andres is also helping a great deal, too. He’s able to see the positive changes in Andres simply because Master Diego has taken the time to train him and deeply breed him with Alpha cum. Most straight Alphas never consider the power of their cocks and cum until they use faggots and see it firsthand. It’s hierarchical.

As for Andres, yeah it’s easy to fall in love with your first Master. And yeah, he’ll probably get his heart broken at some point. That’s unavoidable. But at least the little faggot will always have another Master in his life, one who will never fail him.

His Superman, Alpha Matt!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of God Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Master Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend Giovanni. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a very long time since I’ve heard from one of the greatest powers to ever grace this site, the glorious God Alpha Master Lorenzo. I understand why. He’s been incredibly busy getting his PhD and becoming a researcher and professor. On top of all that, he owns one of the most amazing faggots in this world, Giovanni, and was dating a FTM transsexual named Mario. That’s a pretty full plate.

Now, I’ve made myself unavoidably clear since I heard the first reports about Mario’s arrogant, selfish, and often cruel behavior as Master Lorenzo’s supposed partner. I despised virtually everything about Mario’s attitude from Day One, but that opinion calcified into granite-hard hatred for Mario when I heard the way this twisted bitch was treating my dearest Giovanni. NOBODY treats my baby brother that way. Giovanni serves Master Lorenzo with his whole, sweet heart, guided by love, admiration, and awe for his indescribably perfect Owner, and he deserves ONLY praise for the faithful way he loyally serves Master Lorenzo every single day.

So that means the abuse that Giovanni suffered at the hands of Mario is entirely the fault of Master Lorenzo. It pains me to write that condemnatory sentence, because I adore Master Lorenzo and I deeply respect him. But there is simply no way around it. His beautiful, loyal faggot Gio endured months and months of emotional abuse because of Mario, and Master Lorenzo ignored it because he was enjoying Mario’s pussy. It’s almost inexcusable, and it was a constant source of consternation and disappointment for me.

I can only imagine the heartbroken sadness Gio felt while being abused and looking desperately for support from a Master who seemed blissfully indifferent. I’m setting that sentence apart to highlight it. Read it again. I mean every word of it.

I warned Master Lorenzo repeatedly about the dark presence of this ungrateful and hateful cunt, but he wouldn’t listen even to me. It definitely affected my respect for him, and that loss made me so depressed. But, as I’ve learned over the years, even our greatest Men fail us.

But tonight I received a letter directly from Master Lorenzo himself, because something very significant happened that will change all of their lives going forward:

Hello my sweet fag Sam, this is Master Lorenzo. I was going to let Gio send you this update, but I chose to find a quick window in my schedule and write to you in my own words because this is important. And I guess you will enjoy what you’re gonna read.

You probably remember that I was trying to manage Mario and Gio. While Gio was the sweet and obedient fagboy I always wanted, Mario was a nice and sexy trans boyfriend who treated me really well and had a good time with me, but did not respect Gio at all. You also probably remember that I encouraged my sweet Gio to go to college and I have been paying for his tuition, materials, and books. I am demanding with his studies and want him to be committed to his future profession, I check his grades every month, and make sure that he is on top of things. And he has demonstrated excellent performance, a really good boy who makes me proud every day. This semester, however, despite his efforts, he failed Pharmacology. He needed a 7, and scored a 6.6. I told him to email his professor, and she said that she sees a lot of potential in Gio, but wants him to do the class again for him to explore his full potential. As you also know, I have a PhD in Physics and work as a professor, so I don’t blame his professor. I have done similar things in the past with students who do not understand their real potential. My boy, however, was devastated. He cried for hours on my chest, apologizing and repeating that he was just a “stupid fag.” I spent the whole night with him in my arms, told him that I would be more than happy to pay the credits for him to retake the class,  then I cooked a very nice dinner for us, cuddled with him the whole night, and when he was feeling better he sucked my cock, made me really hard, and I fucked him in the most tender way I have ever fucked a fag. I stayed in missionary at all times, kissing him, and saying how proud I was of everything he has done while thursting inside of him very gently. I came as deep as I could inside of him, told him that I loved him, and he fell asleep in my arms.

That was Friday night, and I thought I had solved the problem, but then a hurricane called Mario hit my apartment on Saturday morning. Our agreement was that Mario would come Saturday morning and spend the day with Gio and I. I anticipated that Mario would say something mean if he knew about Gio failing the class, given that we had had several conversations about his bad behavior with my boy Gio. Mario always repeated how proud he was of attending a tuition-free public college and not needing anyone to pay for his degree. So I warned him and made it very clear that, if he dared to say something cruel to affect Gio, he would never be welcome in my house anymore. He probably thought I was not being serious, but sometimes a Man needs to do what a Man needs to do.

Mario arrived here on Saturday morning, and at first everything was going well. Gio was really sweet as always and asked Mario if he wanted to play video games. For a few minutes, I thought that I would finally have peace between my two boys. But then Gio won the first match and opened a big smile, it was just a silly game, I never thought something bad could come from that. For my shock and revolt, Mario said “yeah Gio, you’re really good at this game, but maybe you should play less video games and study a bit more.” I saw all the joy leaving my boy’s face, he didn’t answer, looked at the floor, and just went to the kitchen saying that he would start cooking. My blood was boiling, I was dominated by anger to see Mario doing something that he knew would make Gio sad. I didn’t even ask for an explanation, I just stood up, pointed to the door and said “Mario, you’re not staying for lunch today, please leave”, he tried to answer and said that it was just a joke, then he approached me trying to kiss me and saying that we could have sex while Gio cooked for us, which instead of turning me on only made me angrier. I simply said “I won’t say it twice”, and pointed to the war.

Enough is enough. I went to the kitchen, Gio was crying again. I held him in my arms, told him that Mario had left, and that he would never set a foot in my house again. He cooked for us, we had lunch together, we played the video games he loves together, we watch a movie, and the load that I would have probably shot inside Mario’s pussy ended up inside Gio’s throat on Saturday night. I thought about calling Mario to break up with him, but I didn’t want to give him even more attention, so I just broke up with him via text, told him that he would never offend Gio again, he got pissed and said that I would never have a real boyfriend if I tried to keep Gio “as a puppy” forever, and he dared to say that Gio is not a person for me to build a life with because he takes advantage of the things I pay for him. This is a lie and very stupid because all the things I have paid for him and his mother were my initiative. They have never asked for one cent. On the contrary, his mother always shows a lot of gratitude every time I help her. I am not rich at all, but I have a good job and his mom is a cleaning lady, so helping my sweet boy’s mother is nothing but basic social justice for me. I just said to Mario that Gio is the sweetest boy I have ever met, and even he is a puppy he is a much better puppy than Mario was a boyfriend. He blocked me and I don’t think I’ll ever hear back from him.

A week later, Juan, my gorgeous Alpha brother from Mexico, came to my place for the third time to visit me. You probably remember that I took his virginity and since then I’ve been the only Man he allows to fuck him, other than that he is exclusively a top who has been breeding countless fags in Mexico. We are really close now, we have a group chat with the two of us, Rafa, and Gio. And we are a happy family of two Alphas and two fags. As soon as he arrived, Gio welcomed him on his knees, kissed his feet, smelled his crotch, the full package of a good faggot greeting my brother. I had told Juan about what Mario did and he was also pissed, so he was extra caring with Gio, I let them have some fun while I ran some errands because I knew that Juan’s tight hole would be mine. I left the house for them, and Gio was taking a shower when I arrived home a few hours later. Juan told me that he had bred Gio twice and congratulated me for having trained such a perfect fag. I told him that I knew very well how amazing Gio’s hole was, but that I really missed his hole.

The good thing about being the only Man fucking another Alpha is that his hole is really tight and I have the opportunity to mold his hole with my cock. I sent Gio to the kitchen to cook dinner, and took Juan to my room. His blowjob is not even close to Gio oral skills, but having such a dominant Alpha on his knees struggling to take my cock in his throat is such an incredible feeling. He gave me good head, then asked me to fuck him, I need to go really slow with him because, while Gio and Rafa have a smooth ass and pussies that I shape to take my cock with no effort, Juan has the hole of an Alpha, which means it’s tight and hairy. We made good Alpha sex, the kind of sex that I simply can’t have with Gio and Rafa because they’re my sweet boys who want to be protected, and Juan is an equal, a brother who accepts my cum inside of him.

Juan and I agreed that he will come to my place every other month, and I’ll take Gio to Mexico in our next vacation to spend some time with him. I want to make him a more frequent member of my hierarchical family. I am not ashamed to admit that I was wrong about Mario, I think a Man needs to be bold enough to admit when he is wrong. And today I admit that I was wrong. I did something that many Men would refuse to do: I held Gio in my arms, I kissed his forehead, and apologized. I said sorry to my sweet boy and told him that he is my priority and no one will treat him like that again. I wish Mario all the best and I hope he’ll find someone nice, but he doesn’t belong to my life anymore. Gio, however, has been the most important part of my life for years, and he still is.

That’s it, Sam. I thank you for all your attention and consideration with my little Gio, he truly loves you. I also apologize to you for not listening to you when you suggested that Mario was not a partner for me. And I hope that my Alpha brothers will read that and see that there is nothing wrong in admitting a mistake and changing our habits.

Take care, my sweet fag. Your Master thinks about you all the time.

Master Lorenzo.

Well, that’s more like it!

I’m glad that Mario’s unacceptable behavior finally caused Master Lorenzo to open his eyes to what that abuse was doing to Gio. I’m honestly baffled by how long it took, though. How can I see it so clearly through letters on the internet when Master Lorenzo has Giovanni breaking down in tears right in front of him?

I’m not going to dwell on this too much. I thank Master Lorenzo for personally sharing this experience, and I’m thankful that some of Gio’s trust and hope in his Master has been restored! Like any faggot, Gio just wants to know he is safe at the feet of his Master. I think Gio’s trust is being restored now that Mario’s been given the boot.

I’m certainly never going to say something crude like “I told you so” to a God Alpha like Master Lorenzo. However, it might be good to remember that, even though I’m a faggot, I’m not dumb. Listen to me, Master, when I implore you to change something. I’m only doing it because I love you and little Gio with my whole heart!

Yours Always,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The other day I published a pretty alarming story of fag Marcus being used abusively by his 21-year-old Master, Alpha Lion, and Master Lion’s 18-year-old Alpha cousin. Some of the details on that weekend were grim enough to be dangerous.

But more interesting than that was what we learned about Master Lion. Despite his young age, he seemed to effortlessly command people older than him without a second thought. He proved to be bold and decisive, and everyone around him obeyed without question.

I thought the account Marcos sent was quite enough, but there’s a second part to the story that’s even wilder than the first! Read it:

Hi, Sam.

Thanks for the valuable advice you gave me. I confess I was already doing exactly what you said (staying silent and waiting) even before reading your post, because the events of that first night—which I described in my last post—and what followed (which I’m sharing today; I wrote it all at once but it got too long, so I split it up) made me realize something different was going on with my Master.

Picking up where I left off: after the girls stated they were at Yuri’s (a pseudonym) disposal, he and the Master sat down. One of the girls put on some stripper music and they began to undress. From where I was standing, I could see the two Alphas looking relaxed; one girl danced on the table while the others waited, sitting on the floor nearby. When they finished undressing, they’d sit next to the men, who would casually drape their arms around them and grab their breasts. Only when they were all naked did the cousin ask how they would split the girls up. The Master replied, “Why split them up?” noting that they were all at the cousin’s disposal—he should just pick the two he wanted and rotate between them throughout the night. The cousin asked which one was the best, and the Master replied that he had chosen his best-behaved girls and they were all good enough, though each had a specific strength. He pointed them out: “This one gives the best blowjob, this one has a super-wet pussy, this one has a tight, gripping ass, and this one can handle really rough fucking.” The cousin then said he wanted the one with the best ass, since his girlfriend is religious and won’t do anal. The Master told him not to worry about that, as they had all been instructed to do *everything* he ordered, so he’d have four tight little asses to have fun with. The Master stripped off his clothes, took the his girls to his armchair, and had them suck him off while he watched his cousin. The cousin ordered them to undress him, and one of the girls made the mistake of dropping his belt buckle on the floor. He gave her a sharp slap on the head and told her to show more respect for his buckle (in the days that followed, I saw that he was really into the whole cowboy thing). He pulled the other girl onto his lap to kiss her and left the one who had messed up on the floor, having her take off his clothes and fold them. When she removed his underwear, what stood out most wasn’t his penis—which was the same size as the Master’s, just a bit thinner—but the massive amount of body hair. Because of the heat here in Rio, the Master would sometimes trim his hair a little, but the cousin clearly had never done anything of the sort; he was *incredibly* hairy. If his penis had been small, it might have gotten lost in there. Once he was completely naked, he sat down and ordered the two girls to lick him. They approached but then hesitated and pulled back; looking at the Master, he said:

“Didn’t you say they’d do whatever I wanted?”

The Master looked at the girls and said:

“They will.”

He looked at the girls and shouted, “Get to it, goddammit!”

It actually startled me, since the Master doesn’t usually shout. The girls did too; they quickly obeyed the order, though they didn’t look too happy about it (that’s when I remembered cousin saying he hadn’t had a decent shower in four days—and with that much body hair, he probably didn’t smell too pleasant, at least not to women).

The two men then put their arms behind their heads and started chatting about past hookups, parties, and personal memories, while the four girls sucked their huge cocks.

After a while, the Master ordered me to get some beers, and I rushed to do it as subserviently as possible to please him. When I handed over the beers, the cousin asked if I was just going to stand there watching them fuck. The Master then ordered me back to the corner to face the wall. I could only hear everyone moaning, unless I was called to fetch cigarettes (for the cousin) or beer, at which point I could catch a quick glimpse of what they were doing. I realized then that an alpha competition was playing out: whenever the Master stepped on a girl’s head, the cousin did the same; when one fucked their throats, the other did too; and even when the Master fucked one girl while having another lick his ass, the cousin followed suit.

At one point, when I brought several sandwiches for the two of them, I realized I hadn’t eaten since waking up—having had to prepare the Master’s coffee and the banquet before heading to the airport. I asked the Master if I could step away to eat something, but, fueled by that competitive adrenaline, he just looked at the cousin, told me to shut my mouth, and ordered me back to the corner. It wasn’t until the fourth or fifth time after that that he asked if my stomach was still empty; he smiled arrogantly at the cousin and said to me:

“Come fill it up, then, faggot.”

He made me kneel and pissed liters of beer into my mouth.

I went back to the corner, facing the wall, and could… feeling my stomach heavy and letting out small burps that smelled like piss, which I quickly swallowed so as not to making noise and disturbing the Master.

After about two hours, the Master called me over again and asked if my stomach had emptied. Afraid he might order me to drink the cousin’s piss, I said no; however, he told me that his bladder was full of piss again regardless. So, obediently, I bent down to drink a second cascade of urine. All the while he was pissing into my mouth, he kept looking at the cousin with a smug expression.

Afterward, he dismissed me, telling me to go eat and also feed his fiancée in her room. Then, I was to fold and put away the cousin’s things and go to sleep.

It wasn’t until morning that I was woken by a blow to the face; when I looked up, it was the cousin who had struck me with the sole of his foot. He asked if I thought it was right for him to sleep on the same level as a slave and hauled me onto the floor. The Master stood in the doorway watching as the cousin shoved me under his bed—alongside boxes, his shoes, and a blue suitcase full of dirty laundry—and ordered one of the girls to spread some blankets from the bed down to the floor.

And so, I slept for a while longer, “trapped” in a makeshift, stinking hovel.

It might seem like a miserable life and that the two of them are terrible people, but today—while I was waiting for them outside a party to act as their driver and take them to some lucky girl’s house—I was writing this message to you. The Master appeared and asked what I was doing. I showed it to him; at first, he was quite angry that I was writing about him without permission and started scolding me, saying he would punish me. But after reading how I write about him with such reverence, and seeing how respectful you were, he decided I could keep messaging you. He also explained to me that neither you nor I—since we aren’t “real men”—know anything about cars, and that I was never in serious danger because his car (a BMW X3) has an air passage between the cabin and the trunk, which he made sure to keep open. He would never allow anyone to cause me fatal harm (bearing in mind that he literally saved my life) or permanent injury, as I am one of his most prized possessions (I took that as a declaration of love).

He told me that he and his cousin have competed since childhood over who plays better, who climbs the highest tree, who crosses the river first, and so on. He said I might have to suffer a bit more than the usual faggot while he’s here, but that whenever I suffer in silence and keep obeying, it shows his cousin just what a powerful man the Master is. So, I have to get used to it and view it as a form of devotion to him.

I don’t know when I’ll be able to write to you again, as the coming days will be tough, but I’ll be back soon to talk more with my friend and mentor, faggot Sam.

Fag Marcus.

Marcus does such a great job serving Master Lion. I’m so impressed by how well he handles every twisted and sadistic turn his young Master throws at him! I mean, he drank piss on command twice without being anywhere near prepared for it! He worked hard during a long night of being used! It’s not always easy to be an owned faggot!

I was overjoyed when Marcus told me about being discovered writing to me, and that Master Lion read and approved of my documenting this situation! I always like for the Masters of the faggots who write to me to know their faggots are doing it, because this can lead to greater education in hierarchical truth.

I loved the detail that Master Lion and his cousin have always competitively fought all of their lives. Marcus correctly identified it as Alpha dominance battles. Alphas always play “King of the hill” games because that dominance born within them drives them to conquer from an early age. Yet Master Lion was fighting for dominance even then … and winning!

Master Lion is clearly an unstoppable force, a God Alpha who probably deserves to own a mansion with ten faggots worshiping and serving as in-house slaves. He’s that type of Alpha, the legendary ones who inspire legions of faggots to instantly submit and countless women to beg for breeding. His is a blessed life, and we are fortunate to be getting a first glimpse of his glory rising over the land. His land.

Thank you, Marcus, for sharing your experiences of service to this once-in-a-generation King!

Love,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a married beta-sub named Pete who was raised hierarchically by his Alpha father and grandfather, and is submissive to this three sons. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The story of beta-sub/faggot Pete and his relationships with his God Alpha father and his three Alpha sons continues to get crazier and more complex with every update. There are so many intricate co-minglings (literally) within the family’s emotional architecture that I occasionally stop and ponder over how it got this way.

My answer typically comes down to this: Master Doug, Pete’s God Alpha father, enforced a joyful celebration of masculine hierarchy all of their lives, and this is the end result of it. Pete’s family loves Manhood and the power that imbues in them. It’s just a great thing that Pete’s three sons have all turned out to be Alpha and can benefit from the teachings of Master Doug while also practicing on their faggot father!

Pete wrote a bit more about the family after my last post and my commentary possibly rattled him. I didn’t mean to sound critical or concerned about the situation. It’s simply not something I’ve seen a lot of in my time with this site (God Alpha Dino’s family notwithstanding).

Here’s Pete’s update:

A few thoughts and updates.

Danny, the youngest just turned 14. The other two have birthdays in August.

Danny is still a little horn dog, but he is learning control, leadership, responsibility. The summer has been full of baseball and football camps.

All three are team leaders.

One of Danny’s coaches told me what a fine man Danny is. A real leader (let again a great player.)

The older two were always going to do great. Danny was looking to be a wild boy and a difficult teen – but he’s learned to know his place, how to channel his energy, how to treat others. He does it as an alpha male. The same coach said that it was so great allowing Danny to grow into his dominance. Coach is a friend of my dad’s.

Sex around the house is not all that often really. The two oldest boys are driving, middle boy only has his permit and will get his license in a couple of weeks. They spend time with their friends and various girlfriends. Good guys.

Danny spends more time naked than anyone. His friends come over and strip down, too. Playing in the pool, gaming. Their folks, especially their fathers are fine with it. Boys, guys, men will be naked.

Danny jacks off more than anything else sexual. 

I’m still Dad, and if anything the boys are more affectionate. It is an affection that a guy has with a friend lower on the pecking order. There hands are always on my shoulders, often with their hands on my head, often fingering my hair. I’m Dad that drives them around, doles out cash. But my oldest will tell me to wash his car, and I do. Often they will tell me strip down and stay naked, e.g. when I’m home from work, errands, shopping, gym. Dick and ass get pats. Hair gets ruffled. Very affectionate and very much comfortably exerting their dominance and the pecking order.

I don’t mind. I enjoy it. A lot.

Fag. Faggot. I guess I am, though I am not sure what it means in my circumstances. I’m definitely male and generally a guy. Easy going, but that does lead into submissiveness with other men, such as at the gym, etc.

My dad was telling me how he didn’t get the whole chastity thing, or guys being covered with jocks when being fucked. He said that a part of being a strong man is dominating and controlling and fucking other men – and he wants to see that it is a man that he is topping and bettering. He also said how he likes looking at the men he’s fucking having their dicks go soft and get smaller. He doesn’t allow his fuckboys to touch their dicks. He likes to see handsfree orgasms and ejaculations.

Also, my fuckbuddies, my friends, all comment how when fucking with other guys that they have no problem with e.d. or getting wiped out until they cum a few times. None have much sex with their wives. We all like the sweaty, physical, athletic man with man sex. We’ve also started making-out when we’re together. We didn’t use to, at all. Men kiss and make-out completely differently than we do with women. Rougher, more fun. (Never done it with my boys!  Ugh. Gross.) My dad wants to make-out when he is building up to pounding.

I love the details about how Pete’s sons treat him! It’s affection, certainly, but tinged with unmistakable dominance. The boys are lion cubs learning to kill, and using their father as the prey.

I’m really curious about Master Doug’s strong dislike of chastity or jockstraps for his faggots. I guess some Alphas love to see the difference between a Man (him) and a failed male. Humiliation is one of an Alpha’s favorite weapons, and I’m sure Master Doug wields it well!

Also, the idea of making out with my Dad turns my stomach!

Pete’s final paragraph is a ringing endorsement of Man-on-Man sex. It’s an interesting point. Men love to be with other Men, and they’re often invigorated by the experience of bonding. Sex between Men is definitely rougher and more adrenaline-fueled. I know I’ve only ever felt more alive after being fucked.

In all, I think Pete cleared up some of my misconceptions and helped me appreciate that the boys are growing up more naturally than I initially believed. It’ll be interesting to see if all or any of them claim faggots of their own as they grow!

They probably won’t find one as good as their Dad!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

While I generally agree that minors should not be engaging in sex with adults, the arbitrary age of 18 to be an adult in the United States (14 years old in Brazil) seems like such a silly line to draw, especially given the the serious consequences involved. Seriously: what is the real difference between a 17-year-old and an 18-year-old? Do you realize how many adults have gone to prison over that numerical difference??

I say that because I firmly believe true Alphas cannot be restricted by such idiotic laws. How can the ascension of a natural-born God Alpha be contained or inhibited by the stupid laws of inferiors? It’s impossible.

Master Lion is clearly a God Alpha in the making, but he’s only 14 years old. He’s doing absolutely everything he wants, fucking any females he wants, and he owns a personal faggot – our dear friend Marcus. So far, Master Lion has used Marcus in relatively typical ways. But things recently and dramatically escalated, as Marcus told me here:

Hello, Sam, how are you?

I was planning to talk in this email about how I started out with my young Master—since you mentioned that in your last post—but events from this week made me change my plans. For the first time, I need advice from my brother experienced fag.

I don’t know if you’re aware, but the winter break in Brazil happens mid-year, meaning schools and universities go weeks—sometimes up to a month—without classes. Usually, during this time, the Master travels to his home state (he was born in Paraná), so I have to book first-class tickets, rent a car in his hometown, buy concert tickets, pack his bags and belongings, and so on. In short, I ensure that, even while away, he doesn’t have to worry about tedious details. But this year, in the middle of a blowjob he was getting from his fiancée, the Master gathered her and me on the living room floor because he had matters to discuss. He announced that he wouldn’t be traveling this year because he was hosting a younger cousin who was coming to visit Rio de Janeiro. The cousin would be staying here for a week and had to be treated exceptionally well, as he was the cousin the Master liked best. He expected total obedience from both his fiancée and me; if  embarrassed him, the punishment would be severe. His fiancée would be relocated to a spot in the Master’s bedroom, as the cousin would be taking her bed in the small room we shared. All her belongings and mine—whether in the room or the wardrobe—had to be packed into boxes and stored under the beds or out on the balcony so the cousin could unpack his things without issue. I could continue sharing the room with him, but I had to remain silent and discreet; after all, while he was here, the room was his territory. The Master ordered me to take time off work as well, so I could be at the cousin’s beck and call 24 hours a day; the Master couldn’t put his own life on hold to look after him, so that task fell to me. I would have to fetch whatever he wanted and take him wherever he wished, ensuring he faced no issues during the trip and enjoyed the best vacation of his life.

To ensure the cousin felt comfortable around the house—Paraná is a colder state, and he wasn’t used to Rio’s heat—he might prefer to lounge around freely (in swim trunks or even naked). Consequently, all household chores became my responsibility, as the Master is *very* possessive of his fiancée (insisting that the only penis she should ever admire is his own). She was to remain confined to the Master’s bedroom the entire time, only allowed out when the men were away.

Until Sunday, I had assumed the cousin was a child or, at most, a teenager, since the Master had mentioned he was a minor. However, on Sunday, the Master returned from a party at 3 a.m. and announced that the fiancée and I had to be up by 7 a.m. to prepare a feast of the cousin’s favorite foods and sweets. He had also summoned four of his regular girls, who were due to arrive at that same time to get ready. He ordered that he be woken up at 9 a.m. with breakfast already prepared, as the plane was due to land at 10 o’clock and the Master wanted to go to the airport.

When I woke him up, the Master came into the living room, sat in his recliner, and ordered me to bend over. He placed the breakfast tray we had prepared on my back, and while he ate, he told the four kneeling girls they had to follow his rules and look their absolute hottest; any complaint from the cousin at the end of the day would be enough to get them banned. …once ready, were supposed to help the bride in the kitchen until they returned.

The master was still sleepy when we left, so he lay down across the back seat with his legs resting on the front passenger seat—which had been reclined—while I drove. I was supposed to go into the airport, wait (in case of a delay), and only return to the car to call him once the plane had landed. I waited for nearly an hour.

When the cousin appeared, the master called him “kid” simply because he was younger—he had just turned eighteen—but he was clearly a man and had been fulfilling his mandatory military service for a few weeks. he was wearing green military clothing but sported a cowboy-style belt buckle and hat. Amidst everyone, the master hugged him and said pointed at me “This is my servant.” Then he looked at me and said, “Take the bags to the car and wait there with the A/C running fag. My cousin and I are going to have some juice and catch up.” I went back to the car and waited for an hour until my phone pinged with a message from the master.I ran to the airport restaurant, where he told me his cousin was feeling hot and sent me to buy a pair of flip-flops for him.

I started walking away but then realized I didn’t know the size (I know the master measurements by heart, so I usually handle that automatically). I went back and said, “I’m sorry, master, but I don’t know the size,” to which the cousin replied 45 —casually adding—”Hurry up, faggot.” I ran off while the my master laughed. I bought the best pair in the shop and returned to hand them over, but the master ordered me to put them on him.
<span;>So, for the first time in my life, I had to serve someone in public, and I confess I felt …awkward about it.

But, under the Master’s stern gaze, I knelt down, removed cousin’s combat boots and wet socks, and put his slippers on him while they chatted casually. The smell was sour and quite unpleasant—so bad that I gagged on the stench, and even the Master, sitting at the head of the table, coughed. The cousin apologized, explaining that he hadn’t bathed properly for four days because they had been on a mission in the forest, and he had come straight from the barracks to the airport. The Master told him there was no need to apologize, as this was my job and I actually liked the smell of a man.

I went back to the car to wait another two hours or so until they decided to head home.

You often talk here about alpha competition, and I confess I had never witnessed it before—since the Master’s friends I know are clearly beneath him in status—but with his cousin, it seemed he felt the need to assert dominance. When they returned to the car, the Master opened the trunk and told me that, for his cousin’s comfort, I would be riding back home in there (something that had never happened before and which I also found unpleasant). To make room alongside the Master’s gear and my cousin’s suitcases, he ordered me into the airplane “brace position” (head between my knees, hands behind my head), placed those foul, sour-smelling combat boots right beneath my head, locked the trunk, and they drove off. The smell inside the trunk was horrible, as the shoes had been baking in the Rio sun; As the car moved, I felt the suitcases bumping gently against me and felt tears streaming from my eyes, which were burning intensely. I thought about screaming or at least kicking off the shoes, but I remembered the Master saying he demanded total obedience—and that he would even banish his girls—so I stifled my anger and stayed quiet; after all, it’s only about a forty-minute drive from the airport to the Master’s house. But time dragged on, and only after a long while did the car stop—yet the door didn’t open. I thought he had gone inside and forgotten me in the car, and I began to panic as the air grew stifling. Just as I started gasping for breath and was about to scream, the door opened. Once I caught my breath, I saw we were at the beach.

Both men were shirtless—the cousin was even obscenely displaying his a huge amount of pubic hair in public—and they were eating *açaí* (a type of Brazilian frozen treat).

The Master said arrogantly, “My cousin wanted to see the beach, so we made a detour. You don’t mind, do you?” They stepped a short distance away from the car because of the smell, and when they finished eating, the Master whispered something to his cousin, who walked over and asked if I wanted a treat too. I looked at the Master and realized I had to say yes, so I replied, “Yes, sir.”

The cousin pulled his two wet socks out of his combat boots and said, “Open up.” I gave him a pleading look, but saw the Master approaching, saying, “He told you to open up.” Then the cousin shoved the socks into my mouth and said, “There—a snack for the faggot.” The Master ordered me to chew and asked if it was good. I tried to answer between gags, but only grunts came out; they shut the door again, laughing. After a long time—hours, perhaps—the car started up again.

When we got home it was already getting dark, I noticed they were wet and smelling of beer. And I realized that while I was suffering in the trunk and the women were spending the afternoon cooking a feast, the two of them had simply spent the afternoon enjoying the beach—just as life intended: alpha males having a good time while being waited on by everyone.
<span;>The Master ordered me to step outside, bring the suitcases in, and let the girls know that they had arrived. The fiancée was to go to her room and stay there, while the other girls were to take their positions (I don’t know exactly what that meant, but it must have been part of the rules he’d laid out when he summoned them). When I walked in with the first bag, I saw the four of them dressed in racy outfits—an angel, a policewoman, a nurse, and a bunny girl—but all of them had their breasts exposed. As I came in with the second bag, the two men were standing in the living room right by the door, so I had to wait; I watched the Master say, “Welcome to the welcome party for the best vacation of your life.” Then, one by one, the girls approached, gave the cousin a quick peck on the lips, knelt down to plant a small kiss on his massive bulge, and said, “Welcome, Mr. Yuri [pseudonym]; I am entirely at your disposal.” As you can imagine, a lot has happened since yesterday. And after a wild party and a huge orgy that lasted until this morning, the Master ordered me to wake him up tonight so he could go to the gym. I’ll tell you about it in the next message.

PS: As I mentioned, some things happened that I didn’t like—being trapped in the car trunk like an object and having to serve in public (even if it was just something basic like taking off a man’s shoes)—but I’m afraid of being used in other ways in public, or that things might escalate into something worse during this “alpha competition.”

So, I’d like to hear from my more experienced Fag brother (I don’t know i …your age, but you’ve been serving for over seven years, so you’re much more experienced). Should I somehow complain to my owner about what I didn’t like? Should I wait until the cousin leaves to do so—so as not to embarrass him, since I don’t know when they’ll be apart again? Or should I swallow my pride and personal preferences, or please my master as he desires—trusting that I’ll eventually get used to it, just like with other things (like drinking the master’s piss—I hated it at first, but now I simply love it)?

I’m pretty stunned by the way Master Lion controls males older than he is. It sounds effortless. He’s commanding groups of whores, his faggot, and even his older Alpha cousin!

But the concern I had while reading this account is the danger they Marcos in. They seemed to not care at all, or they didn’t have the comprehension and foresight to realize that danger (and shows their age, honestly). I guess they didn’t leave Marcos in that trunk long enough to really get hurt, but what happens that one time they do?

But what should Marcos do? I definitely don’t think he should complain while his cousin is around. I’m not even sure Marcos should ask for an audience with Master Lion about it after he leaves. Personally, I think it would be good for Marcos to just try to endure it and look at the long game with his Master. As he grows, Master Lion is going to see Marcos’s loyalty and obedience much differently.

And then, Marcos will win.

The account @StraightDomsX seems to be run by this French God Alpha and his straight Alpha buddies. They all seem to have faggots they use for worship and pleasure.

There is simply no place more populated with straight, fag-owning Alphas than France!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of an Asian God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

The site has been inundated with sometimes uncomfortable true stories of Alpha fathers fucking faggot sons and vice versa. Some of the stories are more harrowing and disturbing, and believe me, I get feedback on this stuff both good and bad. Nothing that passes my personal editorial scrutiny and gets published is ever going to be tossed aside unless I find out it’s fake, so criticism is simply useful to me as an outside perspective. Good or bad, this has always been my policy.

But when a God Alpha like Master Jase takes the time and thought to offer me guidance, I give it the highest priority. This is especially important to me given that Master talks about his new God Alpha boyfriend, a powerful King named Dylan.

Let’s just get into the long conversation we had on the subject:

Fag. I have some time tonight, so while my slut of the night moans and keeps my cock warm in its mouth, I wanted to share my thoughts on a topic that’s been raised a few times on your website.

By all accounts, there’s been extensive talk from you and many other men about the dynamic between alpha fathers and faggot sons. I want to bring about the reverse perspective, when there is a superior son and an inferior father. I bring this up because Dylan has and still conquers, cunts and breeds his dad fag on a regular basis.

I want you to picture this, fag. An early 50’s hunky gym rat who owns his own business and presents a domineering attitude. It was awe-striking to watch the first time as the dad fag trembled, snorted, begged, cried and called himself his son’s bitch as Dylan slammed ten inches of fat alpha meat repeatedly into this massively built male who probably outsized our combined weight. Dylan so enthusiastically fucked his muscle dad fag in front of me within an inch of his life, and the fag was in such a rapturous thrill. Dylan has since shared his dad fag with me, and he loves watching me completely cunt out his own father, watching me intoxicate his dad fag on my powerful strength and stamina and drive him from begging and pleading into that incoherent daze all you fags love and crave. Dylan told me he had never seen his father so spent and wasted and utterly well-used, even after he’s used him.

Just this weekend, we used our brute dominance and strength to manhandle and fuck his dad fag endlessly. We verbally and physically dominated him completely. The fag was completely delirious, breathless, and near blacked out from twenty plus inches of god cock breeding and cunting him out for hours. It was an absolute glorious moment Dylan and I shared as we stood over his limp, muscular mass of a used fag between us, our bodies still pumped and our cocks still heavy and hard. It was especially hot watching Dylan drag his wet massive cock all over his dad fag’s face lips and telling him, “You’ll always be a bitch for your son, won’t you?” and other similar lines.

I tell you these encounters because I think this is a dynamic that isn’t regularly talked about; what happens when the son eclipses his father in alphahood. Dylan has told me his story in part, about how through puberty as he fucked guys and girls alike, he noticed his dad increasingly giving into Dylan’s actions and thoughts. Small things from such as what dinner was to be had at night, his mum would ask Dylan more and more rather than his dad. How in the past, Dylan would ask permission to stay over at a friend’s, but it slowly became Dylan telling his parents that he would be out, and his dad only responding, “Be safe, son.” How his ‘alpha’ of a father began deferring to Dylan’s judgement more and more when it came to household day to day decisions, and in fact, began guiding Dylan on making this important decisions.

Dylan isn’t dumb. I wouldn’t have chosen him as my partner if he was. He’s highly intelligent and athletic, and he was very self-aware of his place as the leader as early as the beginning of high school, just as I was. We instinctively commanded and attracted the attention to our strong and powerful wills. And Dylan knew that he had done the same to his own father, slowly but surely took control over his family’s household, and his own father, perhaps not a fag then, but an alpha lower to Dylan’s place, instinctively knew to mentor his increasingly powerful son.

I myself have put many father figures and role models into submission and under my rule, ranging from coaches to gym partners and even proper married dads who claim to be straight, yet crave the control of my dominance over them in their actions, both sexually and non-sexually. But I don’t have that level of intimacy or bond that Dylan has with his own father.

And viewing as an outsider, I find the dynamic fascinating in how the older generation passes on the torch of alphahood, or nurtures and a son’s alphahood until it blooms. Dylan has always been grateful to his father for instilling his strong values of being responsible, courageous, disciplined and a leader. But once Dylan’s will and presence overpowered his father’s, it seemed so natural for his father to recognise his place and accept his own son as the more powerful alpha.

I will tell the tale of how Dylan came to use his own father sexually and turn him into a craving cum bucket dad fag later, but I want to know your thoughts on this kind of relationships. Just as alpha fathers and faggot sons are a hierarchal relationship that is instinctual and legitimate, what do you think of the dynamic of an alpha son and a faggot father, and what the roles of each are?

I responded thusly:

It’s an amazing testament to a truth embedded so deeply in hierarchy that it’s unspoken and unheard of except by people who truly understand hierarchy. Oddly enough, I’m currently covering a story on the site of a married faggot named Pete whose father cunted him in front of his three underage Alpha sons, and now the Alpha sons are using Pete as a cumdump.

Personally, I think the dynamic is just as natural as any other power dynamic despite its taboo nature. Hierarchy isn’t moral. It’s about natural-born Alphas taking control of whatever situation they’re in, including the family arrangement. Master Dylan learned from his submissive father that any male can be forced to accept his true purpose of service by simply overpowering them and enforcing that truth.

Master Dylan also learned that it felt “right” to sexually overpower his weak father. It’s part of the “old guard/new guard” aspect of hierarchy. At some point an old Alpha lion must step aside for a young Alpha challenger.

This seemed to resonate with Master Jase, who continued the story about Master Dylan’s father and the ultimate end for fathers hierarchically:

I am of the firm belief that hierarchy cares not for age, ethnicity, race, size, or profession. Hierarchy sees more from a male’s personality, values, health, traits, presence and relationships. And from there, I see no reason why an Alpha son shouldn’t dominate his own father, when the time is right. We often see that in brothers, where one brother is more dominant and superior to the other. Why can’t we have that between father and son?

Naturally, if the Alpha is of a young age, there is an obligation to protect and nuture, and not to take advantage or abuse when an Alpha is growing through the most vulnerable phase of his life. Dylan was quick to deny any hints of grooming by his dad, that he was the one to initiate and turn their bond into a sexual one. That he was the one to open the floodgates to his dad fag’s eager throat and ass trained and remaining wide and open for his stronger and far more powerful son to bitch-fuck and own.

Neither Dylan nor I have the large and massive built physique his dad has, though Dylan is basically a more smaller version of his ripped and muscular shape. The genes were not weak there. But it is such an awesome and deeply sating sight when I watch Dylan dominate his dad. “Bitch daddy needs it bad, don’t you?” he would say, as he slams his body on top of dad fag’s vast back, wrapping his huge bicep around the fag’s neck and choking his own dad, holding him in a death grip while the dad fag squeals and whines and gasps for more.

Even better when Dylan gives him to me and my unrivalled overwhelming physicality. Dylan always goes wide eyed and can’t take his eyes off when I have his massive dad fag bouncing off me like a rag doll, his pussy so cunted wide open from my giant cock beating him senseless. I love putting muscle sluts and fags in an iron grip subject to my strength, and this dad fag was no exception. And I get treated like another dominant son, come home to show him that his towering masculinity was no match for my unstoppable conquest of inferior men.

But I never got to have that chance of my teenage years. I had numerous sluts waiting on hand and cock; teammates, older students, even outside men who craved my cock up their asses and cunting them out. But that is the one experience I never had; a close figure, not even familial, whose natural obligations was to instinctively recognise and guide a growing alpha, and then flipping that intimacy. Dylan says his father was a sex stud as well, but it was clear Dylan outsized, out-dominated, and overpowered his dad in all aspects alpha and hierarchy.

I have seen these posts (about Pete). I have my own misgivings as the alpha sons are underage, and while sexual education is important, particularly so for alphas to be safe and responsible, it has to be done with patience and prudence. Had it been the sons to recognise their growing power and their father as a faggot, it would have been their choice and their control. Having it come from someone else to such young boys is where I have my apprehensions about whether alphahood and hierarchy is being respected and maintained. Alphahood is control, and with control comes responsibilities. Even more so with god alphas such as myself, my boyfriend, and the other god Alphas you have in contact. Our power and our kingdom of obedience and ownership also comes with trust, safety, and the protection of those who serve. Abuse our power only diminishes the value of one’s alphahood. Alpha son and faggot father are no different or exceptions to that core law, from my position.

Dylan values his father for more than just being a cumdump; he’s a family man, has a presence in life both physically and socially, has strong values and above all, tutored Dylan in how one is masculine and disciplined. His father’s role is so much more complex than just being a faggot and owned. It reminds me of my own bond with my ex-university roommate; he is both my slut and friend at the same time. And often I think that many men diminish and demean faggots to just that. Those men are not alphas in my books.

Which circles back to one of our previous talks about fake alphas and how they abuse and exploit faggots who have a genuine need and craving to serve. Faggots have lives. Faggots have dreams. They have their own values and personalities and traits; I know how to shape a faggot and their character to train and build them to be more than just a pair of holes for me. Because service and obedience is not just presenting an ass. It is the surrender of will and knowing that trust and respect will hold on both sides.

This is not a ramble, as I feel it goes back to the core question I had about Alpha sons and Faggot fathers. The trust and boundaries there would be so much more different in both intimacy and responsibilities, that shaping it into one of domination and submission is just such a fascinating idea to me. And I unfortunately feel it’s not a very discussed point due to the stigma attached to that kind of relationship. More often than not, a dominant daddy and submissive son is accepted, not so the opposite. Why is that? I love to question these thoughts and try and find an answer that aligns with my values.

Dylan using his father in service, particularly sexually, has only deepened my curiosity. Even more so as he has shared that privilege with me. I would ask the dad fag, but far too often when we meet, his mouth is too busy choking around my giant cock to have a deep discussion about things alpha and masculine, hah. Your mouth is currently free and not licking my cock or my feet, so I have no doubt you will have your own thoughts from a hierarchical perspective.

An old flame can only dim and surrender to a brighter and more powerful fire. Yet our society rarely acknowledges it. Holding onto the misconception that age is power, and not allowing younger brighter flames to shine and take control. Even in alphahood.

There’s an incredible amount of wisdom and poetry in Master Jase’s words! There is no doubt at all that what he wrote here is foundational hierarchical teaching that I will refer to again and again over time.

This except floored me in particular: “Our power and our kingdom of obedience and ownership also comes with trust, safety, and the protection of those who serve. Abuse of our power only diminishes the value of one’s alphahood.”

Oh, if only Destroyer Alphas were intelligent enough to understand the over-arching philosophy articulated by Master Jase there! Imagine a world in which more Alphas applied that single teaching across their lives! How much better would things be??

Like me, Master Jase understands that hierarchy is unsympathetic and dependent upon morality as a guiding force. It’s purely about power and the application of power. And even if Pete (for example) was Alpha, there would be a natural “changing of the guard” and he would be forced to relinquish some/all of his authority to younger, hungrier Alphas eager to knock the King off the hill. In fact, that’s why that schoolyard game even exists, because hierarchy starts teaching us the truth before we’re even aware!

There is so much wisdom here in Master Jase’s words that it’s impossible for me to summarize. The ultimate hierarchical truth is that older Men eventually fall, submitting to younger, more vital powers eventually. Older Alphas stave off that submission longer than inferior males, but it always happens.

Families are compressed versions of society. The males within a family must also fight for position, and the Alphas within the family will eventually be overtaken by younger generations of Alphas. It’s the way of everything.

In Pete’s family, his father has held onto power by emasculating his son (“fucking the man out”) while raising his grandsons has his eventual Alpha heirs. Can you see that?

Master Jase sees power in those terms, and so do I. We are both deep students and teachers of hierarchy, albeit from vastly different perspectives; he, viewing it from the highest perch far above all other things, while I see it from the level of dirt.

But the convergence of our perspectives only verifies that our testimonies are true.

Thank you, my glorious Master Jase!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a married beta-sub named Pete who was raised hierarchically by his Alpha father and grandfather, and is submissive to this three sons. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The recent series of posts from a married beta-sub named Pete have caused quite a bit of commotion on X and the Hierarchy University Discord. People are rightly shocked by the details of underage Alphas being taught by their Alpha grandfather to use their father Pete as their shared faggot. It definitely takes the hierarchical paradigm to its most extreme conclusion.

I’ve been called an extremist by some in how I apply hierarchical principles (maybe that’s why I keep getting cancelled across platforms!), but I generally take a pragmatic viewpoint when it comes to some of the more extreme cases I’ve encountered overthe years. Hell, if I sat around prudishly rejecting distasteful stories, we wouldn’t learn as much as we’ve been able to about hierarchical mechanics! And this site has always put a higher premium on education than porn (even though there’s plenty of that here as well).

Pete has a few things to chare in this latest update, including the now-infamous cunting he received by his father in front of his sons. Let’s get into it:

Looking back, my dad had been manipulating everything, but in a good and beneficial way for my boys and for me. He saw what I was and decided to bring it out and strengthen it.

They boys were often naked, and not shy about jacking off. My youngest son used to tell me to do it, too. Show them. I didn’t. Until my dad was over and Danny, the youngest, told me to jack myself off. I wasn’t going to, never planned to. Then my dad told me to. To show them. I could have refused or left the TV room but I didn’t.  My dad drew attention to how my chest was getting flushed, and my nipples getting hard. My balls pulling up. I clearly remember and have thought often of my dad says, “look at his little dick. Most men, me, you boys have fistful cocks. But with a little teeny dicky like that he can only two fingers. But don’t make fun of it or look down on it. Men, real men, are always attracted to little willies. Men with little willies are generally hornier than most men and they generally cum over and over again, especially through their bottoms.”

When I came in my hand Dad pointed out how much there was and that it was potent. It made the three of them.

Dad told me to rub my cum on my dick and rub it like a clit, open palmed and flat fingers. He had me rub it until I came again, and he showed them how my cum was less and not as thick. He spit on my hand and told me to rub it again until I came. This time he had me lift one leg up on the ottoman and pulling my cheeks apart he showed them how my hole was opening and closing. He told them that this was how cunts got ready to be fucked. He fingered around my hole. When I came again, I showed them as told, and as told ate it all up.

For the next little while my youngest became obsessed with my hole. He kept telling me show him. He began to finger it. My dad showed him how to rub across my hole, through my taint and over my balls and dick and then back.

He would always tell my sons that I had a perfect mancunt, super fuckable. The oldest two were interested but not as intense as Danny and not as interested in playing around with my hole. They like to watch. They liked to jack me off and play around with my dick.

Finally Dad said that it was time to go all the way. That the boys needed to learn how to use other guys to fuck and to save girls for “making love”, “when you’re serious.” Fucking is good for men, but they needed be smart.

He told the boys to strip and to come to the master bedroom. He had me douche out and then lie back across the bed with my butt on the edge and my legs down.

Dad had the two oldest boys stand on either side of me and to lift my legs up and back and out. Dad showed the boys how to open up a mancunt with fingers, lub and spit. Rubbing around and as it begins to open to slip a finger in then more.

“Men you’re going to own, men that are going to be your fuck bitches, like your dad, need to have the man fucked out of him. You’ve got to fuck the man out.”

It was a hard, brutal, domineering, man-breaking fuck.

All three boys fucked him in turn, according to age, oldest first. I was fed my cum and theirs that dad had me push out.

My youngest son fucks me a lot. He’s started ejaculating and his boy cock is growing and thickening.

My dad has taken over the master bedroom and stays over a few nights a week. He’s taken over. My mom has told me several times how glad she is that he gets to participate in raising to boys. She also has said that she’s happy that I am keeping him satisfied. I don’t know what she knows, suspects, or what Dad may have told her.

Dad has three fuck modes. Sometimes somewhat gentler but always dominating. Sometimes pounding to work stress out. Sometimes me on my back, legs back and spread, with insisted eye contact when he fucks the man out.

My brother and I have always been close. He’s more like my dad. More dominant and much better hung than I am and much like my dad’s. We hang out together like we always have. We’ve always been good friends, but now we will casually fuck. He fucks me. We might be watching a game and he’ll say, “want to?” And he fucks me. I know his son messes around with my boys some.

Last year, before Thanksgiving I was in the gym sauna with three buddies, friends for years. Our kids are all around the same age. So, we are sitting there chatting and one of the guys blurts out, “I got fucked. A guy fucked me.” All being straight guys we caught our breath until one guy said, “bullshit.” We sat there, looking at our feet, and one of the guys said, “are you gay?” “No. No. Nothing like that. It sort of just happened.”

He told us how he was getting a massage by the masseuse that we’ve all used. He said it was just like always. He’d worked his way up and down his body back then front and then told him to flip onto his stomach. He began to rub from his shoulders down to his calves then back up but the eventually began to really work his glutes. My friend said that it felt great and admitted that he began to moan in pleasure. Eventually he began to work up and down to crack and then focus on the hole and my friend said that it felt great and even better when he slid a finger in.  He said it was amazing. Then the masseuse pulled him back, ass up and chest pushed to the table and my friend felt the man’s tongue joining his fingers. “Then he fucked me. It just slid in. It was amazing, maybe the best sex I’ve ever had.”  We were stunned. But then I said that I’d been fucked to. Pretty much the same scenario (I lied) and I really liked it. A couple of days later we rented a motel room. We have been fucking around ever since. I’m the only guy that only bottoms. With these guys I learned to love to suck cock and really like it. All of us still consider our selves as not “gay”, but we really enjoy sex.

I don’t consider myself as “gay” or even “homosexual” though that is becoming more of a reality as the idea of sex with a woman no longer has any attraction.

With my family it is a hierarchy sort of thing. I don’t do any other service other than sex and regular dad stuff. Dad did hire two guys to clean the house once a week instead of the cleaning service that we’d always used. If I’m home when they are there I am naked and they will fuck and have me suck and clean their uncut cocks.

The boys all do chores.

Pete

Oh, the effect Pete’s God Alpha father Master Doug has wrought over the years with his strict and incisive application of hierarchy! This is God Alpha Dino-levels of power and generational influence!

It’s shocking how effectively Master Doug’s teachings have rippled and radiated out to change the lives of so many Alphas and faggots! Never underestimate the power of Alpha influence and Alpha cock! I think it should be the goal of every upper-level Alpha to affect change in this manner! In some respects, this is part of the legacy every Man yearns to leave behind!

I’ll skip some of the more controversial aspects of Pete’s story, and instead focus on how Pete and his straight friends who fuck or get fucked don’t feel changed sexually. Even Pete, who admits that he’s no longer attracted to females after being cunted countless times by Alphas, claims to be straight! He’s resisting the label of “faggot” when embracing that purpose might help to free him from whatever is holding him back.

I think it would be good for his Alpha sons to know he’s embraced his faghood. This admission would bring hierarchy into sharper relief for his sons as they grow in power and start to own fags themselves.

But that’s just my opinion. Hopefully Pete will be able to bridge the gap between reality and denial and become whole, but even if he doesn’t, what he IS doing is brave. This entire thing was forced upon him by Master Doug. I’m sure that’s a heavy, confusing weight to bear!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a married beta-sub named Pete who was raised hierarchically by his Alpha father and grandfather, and is submissive to this three sons. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

On July 11th I received a curious blurb in my Questions From Readers inbox from someone who claimed his father cunted him in front of his three sons, and that his father told the sons that a Man has to “Fuck the man out of a fag bitch, good and hard.”

When I asked for more information, the still unknown reader replied to my request with a much more detailed story about his upbringing and the philosophy behind it. At that point I put a warning on it, because it seemed too incredible to believe (even though it mirrored Master Dino’s handling of his sons, and I know that’s true).

However, Pete returned to give me even more information about his unusual family arrangement. Here’s what he had to say:

OK. I’ve been thinking about this all through the week. First, I’ll basically talk about how were raised.

Names (not real):

Doug – my Dad, and Mom

Pete – me, and wife

Pat – brother 2 years younger, his wife, his son and two daughters

Dave, my oldest son, now 17

Don, middle son, now 15

Danny, youngest son, now 13

Grandpa and Grandma – Dad’s folks

Great Grandpa and Great Grandma – Dad’s grandparents.

My brother and I grew up in a masculine home, under a masculine Top Dog Dad, Doug. He was not bossy, domineering nor bullying. He was a man who acted like a man and raised we boys to be men.

I have no memories of anything sexual, other than hearing my parents going at it at times, and when Dad told us to jack off in socks, cum rags or our hands. He encouraged us to eat it, tell us it was good for us. For the most part I have since.

My younger brother and Dad are both better hung than I am. My dad and my brother always told me that it didn’t matter. Individually both told me that they liked the look. My dad told me that he hoped one of his boys would take after Mom’s dad, in that little dicks looked good and little dicked guys always are like by dominant men that are leaders. My dick is little like my maternal grandpa’s and Mom’s brothers.

At our house men and boys always swim naked. Women and girls always wore suits. Dad has always said that men and boys need to be comfortable with and proud of their bodies. Female bodies are sexual, he and Mom would say, the male is just a body. My dad and his brother were raised the same. At their pool men and boys swam and suntanned naked, women and girls wore suits. Grandpa said that he didn’t own a suit until after college. In his day the Y, gyms, HS pool and College pool weren’t co-ed and men swam naked. Greatgrandpa says that he got his first suit in his mid-30s. 

Around my house male casual nudity was pretty common. That was how my dad was raised, the same with his dad. It was the idea of not-wearing-clothes and not something sexual.

Swimming parties at our house growing up was, and is, Men and boys swimming and playing and sunning naked, and females clothed. We swam naked and were comfortable naked in front of aunts, girl cousins, family friends, girlfriends (mine and brothers and cousins).

When at the mountain house clothes for boys were always optional. We swim, hike, play in the woods and pond and not uncommon for the males, to be naked. My brother and I and boy cousins could go days without putting anything on other sneakers.

My mom and grandmother were big supporters of this. They agreed with my Dad, Uncles, grandpa that it built men. Men and boys should be comfortable with their bodies. My girlfriends and the one that became my wife and mother of my boys accepted it. 

Through college, our guy friends enthusiastically joined in and were embarrassed in front of mom, other women, girls and girlfriends briefly if at all.

Most of the guys I know, and the Dad’s of my kids’ friends have no problem at all. The kids jump right in, the men might take a moment.

As my Dad always says, “men like being naked.”

Later, after Dad took over my family, my brother Brad told me that Dad had always fucked other men, many who were straight but that Dad’s dominance and sexual energy would get them to give themselves up. Brad told me that Dad started telling him about other boys and men would give in to him. He told him what to look for. Brad had been fucking buddies and teammates since middle school and through HS and College. Dad never told me about this.

Looking back I see that Dad encouraged my sons to jack off. First my oldest and for him to show his brothers. He told them never to be embarrassed or ashamed of it — but to spare their mother (my wife) to use tube socks and cum rags or hands to catch the cum so their mom didn’t have to clean up after them. Same thing Dad taught my brother and me.

Dad talked about what he was doing with Brad, encouraging him to raise his son to be a man, too.

Brad said that Dad recognized that my three boys were all leaders and competent smart boys and needed to be shaped to be men.

Dad recognized that my oldest son was a golden boy, a leader, top dog, and fairly sexual and that sex for him would often be about dominance and establishing pecking order.

Dad recognized that my middle boy needed shaping from being a smart normal boy to being a little more assertive and a leader. The oldest boy was one naturally. The middle boy needs more encouragement and direction.

Dad recognized that my youngest son, even at nine, was a sexual dominant, and had an innate desired and drive to control. Dad fed and directed him sexually from 9 on. My oldest boy is a leader and a guy that others want to follow. My youngest son has been channeled to be kind, generous, to understand the pecking order and how to guide others into their position, beneath him.

My brother said that Dad always recognized that I had natural potential in submitting to and supporting men higher up. In training my younger son, Dad decided that he would help me discover my place, too.

I asked my brother if he had always thought of me as gay. “No. Never. Are you?”

“No,” answered. I don’t really though certainly rewired to want to submit to men. I asked my brother if Dad thought of me as gay. “No. He sees you as what you are, a sexually submissive man for other men. A cunt. A receptacle.”

I don’t see myself as a gay. No one else seems to either. My friends and family are straight or at least heterosexually inclined. But in certain situations I am demoted from full man status. 

Danny, Dan, my youngest son is learning how to walk the narrow path balancing respecting my as his Dad, and in training and owning me. He asserts authority in just how he carries himself and speaks. Not mean, or bossy, but with steady dominance and leadership. He ignores my penis and balls other than occasional taps and pats and calling them cute.

His focus is on my cunt. Fingering and fucking. He has begun to produce cum.

Learning to rim was easy. Blowjobs took a while to get used to. My middle son likes me to slowly suck and lick him while he studies, reads, watches TV. My oldest son wants quick blowjobs or fucks.

There is some more background. What more would you like to know?

Pete

Pete’s situation is pretty insane, but since he’s grown up like this it seems normal to him. I’m pretty blown away by the depth of respect for hierarchy throughout the entire family. This kind of thing can only happen because of very powerful Alphas enforcing natural order in a ruthless manner.

I was thinking back to my childhood days, and how I was raised (which was a pretty standard suburban Midwestern upbringing) compared to this. I wonder how I would’ve reacted to the enforced nudity for males and such. I was almost nude for most of my childhood, but puberty made me so self-conscious about my changing body (and how much I didn’t like it and my unchanged, tiny penis) that I think I would’ve withdrawn completely. But who knows?

Pete seemed to accept the humiliation of having a tiny penis, but part of that credit goes to his father for the way he almost celebrated it as part of the separation of Men and fags. He treated it as something natural. He also treated as natural the purpose of faggots as servants and sexual devices for Men. I use the word “Men” to encompass all non-fags here, because Pete’s father treated Pete’s underaged sons like Men simply because they weren’t fags.

It’s such a tangled tree of hierarchical development that it’s impossible to determine how the rules applied. After all, Pete is still married to a woman, but he’s servicing all of the Men and Alphas in the family, including his own sons. How does that work? These are serious questions that deserve serious answers.

The idea that Pete’s youngest son (age 13) is fucking Pete is hard to imagine. And here’s the topper: the 13-year-old sounds like a God Alpha in the making!

Like God Alpha Dino’s remarkably hierarchical family, Pete’s family takes natural hierarchical law and applies it so thoroughly that there is no way to know anything different. I’m not complaining about this, of course, but I just know that doing it in our puritanical world today can be trouble.

And, of course, I want everyone to be safe and grow up well-adjusted.

Hopefully Pete will continue to share more details as time goes on!

This is the life of a true God Alpha!

King @hungskater calls his faggot to his penthouse to be serviced, and it obeys completely.

No complaints, no demands, no compromises.

Just him, receiving the worship he deserves!

HierarchyIsTruth!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 16-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

EDITOR’S NOTE: The following true account is written by a minor named Lucas, but it has been produced and published with the full knowledge and blessing of Lucas’s mother Sophie. There are no laws being broken, and this is not intended to be pornography in any way. If you feel uneasy about the contents based on your own personal philosophies, then please stop reading.

Stories like those of Master Lucas, Master Dean and his faggot twin brother Jimmy, and countless others I’ve chronicled demonstrate one truth quite clearly: true Alphas and faggots develop very early, as if they were born into it. I know in my case I was always a faggot, as can look back through my childhood and see the evidences that helped to create my destiny as a faggot.

By examining the youthful experiences of Alphas and faggots (past or present), we can discover their roots and chart paths of guidance and understanding. I never get tired of doing this work, because each new story uncovers new truths!

Master Lucas is now 16 years old. I’ve known him and his exceptional mother Sophie for almost a year when Sophie wrote to me after seeing her 15-year-old son having his feet worshiped by a couple of faggots from his school. This shocked her, of course, but she also recognized something else: it seemed right that her son owned faggot slaves! You see, some women naturally acknowledge hierarchy as truth, and the sight of her son having his feet kissed and licked by sub males provided the evidence to verify what she already suspected about her glorious son:

He was born an Alpha!

Since then, my friendship with Sophie has grown, especially as Master Lucas went away to boarding school. Sophie is the Queen who bore Master Lucas, and this is a point of deserved pride for her. I’ve been very impressed by Sophie’s depth of instinctual knowledge about hierarchy, and she worships them almost as much as I do!

But now that Master Lucas has returned briefly from school, he chose to write me a letter updating me on the situation at his new school!

He wrote:

Hi My worshipper!

Mom suggested that write to you and I thought yeah why not get in touch with My good boy sam the faggot? High school is GREAT! I loved My first year and I can’t wait to go back! Well, summer’s going to be pretty fun too!

I must say I’m SO GLAD to be an Alpha male! I fucking love it! Life is so great and so fun when you’re superior! I’m almost sorry for you that you’re not haha but hey some people like you must be at the bottom of hierarchy for Us to enjoy the top! It’s so fucking great that there are so few Alpha males and so many of you guys existing for OUR PLEASURE!

But you know what I keep in mind that I want to be a Protector Alpha and I want to use My superiority for GOOD! I know I must control and channel My impulses. It’s important for Me to show compassion towards My lesser. I realized that, as an Alpha, even the tiniest bit of kindness from Me to an inferior means a hell of a lot to them, while it costs nothing to Me. Even just a warm smile or a pat on the head is enough to brighten their whole day! 

That’s why, as the LEADER AND KING OF THE HIGH SCHOOLER BOYS I have set some rule for My homies to follow. I always tell them “you can bully a weaker boy into submission if he resists, but you never hurt one who’s obedient and nice, OK?” No mercy for those who forget their place, but leniency for those who fall in line, that’s a good compromise I think.

Now that I’ve made a group of mates at boarding, guys who are dominant like Me, I’m realizing more and more the gap between Us and those below Us. I remember when you told Me that My childhood pal couldn’t be My friend anymore and I didn’t agree. But now I can see what you meant. It’s true that our relationship isn’t the same as before and not the same I have with My Alpha friends. It’s hard to explain. I like him and I want to look out for him but he’s on a lower level and I can’t see him as a regular friend anymore because he’s first and foremost My servant and he’s more like My good doggo than My buddy.

I can’t even start to tell you all the things I love about ruling the dorm and the boarding school. I love having serving boys to take care of all My affairs and My bed and My chores and so on. I remember one time, when I was about to take a shower, I jokingly said, “Hey, anyone want to come help Me lather up and dry off?” and a nerd boy rushed over to volunteer! I patted him on the cheek and said, “Good boy.” After that, he was always hanging around Me, doing everything I told him to do LOL it’s so much fun to boss people around!

Also, damn, I loved walking around shirtless in the school hallways! Seeing the girls swoon and the guys admire and congrat and envy me! Well, I had a few clashes with the staff because we’re technically forbidden to do that, but hey, I got away with it because the monitors and some teachers had a soft spot for Me so I got special treatment! LOL My favorite moments were definitely the fights between guys in the dorm! The monitors let us do whatever we wanted they didn’t want to get involved! It’s funny because the lesser ones give in really quickly, but I also love dominating My Alpha pals and making them say “Yeah, Lucas, you’re the strongest, you’re the master!” even though they put up a lot of resistance LOL Sometimes it’s fun to face a little resistance it makes the victory even greater! But sometimes we had quieter evenings, where we’d hang out with My buddies and with servants who would lick Our feet and serve us food and drinks and sometimes girls would come give Us massages!

You know what? Mom told Me she’s okay with Me saying more explicit stuff, so let’s go for it! During one of those evenings I told a really cute chick hanging out with us that I’d love a little treat. Then she knelt before Me, unzipped My pants and you can guess what happened. In front of all the guys! The room went crazy! There were shouts of surprise and admiration and congrats! While she was doing her business down there, I was beaming and flexing and boasting “You see guys? THAT is power! Fuck, man, that’s so good!” One of My best memories of the year! DAMN I LOVE TO BE THE BEST!

Whoa I totally got carried away I wrote way too much LOL You probably happy, faggot? Kiss the ground at My feet and thank Me for even talking to you little worm! LOL Bye, faggot !

YOUR MASTER AND YOUR KING LUCAS THE WONDERFUL

Frankly, this is about as complete a testimony to the development of God Alphahood as I’ve ever read! Master Lucas hits on a number of key benchmarks in his development. Here are some of my takeaways:

First and foremost, I love that Master Lucas has really considered what kind of Alpha he wants to be, and that is a Protector Alpha! I’m so grateful to hear that he thought deeply about his powers, and how best he’d like to utilize them! This is so important for every Alpha!

But then he said something that made my heart soar! When Master Lucas was speaking about his faggots, he said: “I realized that, as an Alpha, even the tiniest bit of kindness from Me to an inferior means a hell of a lot to them, while it costs nothing to Me. Even just a warm smile or a pat on the head is enough to brighten their whole day!” This realization is very deep knowledge, and the fact that he’s connecting the benevolent use of his power with the safety, security, and joy of his faggots is stunning. It’s the exact lesson our greatest Alphas must learn and appreciate about themselves!

I was also encouraged to see that Master Lucas has built an Alpha Pack around himself. It’s also clear that he’s the God Alpha of the group, something I pegged about him long ago. Having these lesser Alphas as his faithful lieutenants will only grow his power even more! But now Master Lucas is making it a reality, and he sees the truth of hierarchy in their eyes as even they obey him.

The shirtless episode is yet another example of Alpha privilege. Alphas always do whatever they want, and there isn’t a power on earth that is going to stop them from taking or doing whatever they want. Again, these experiences are teaching Master Lucas important truths about the application of his growing power.

Same with the sex stuff. Girls are always going to be around Alphas like Master Lucas, and these spoils of his life will only get from frequent as he gets older. But it’s the showing off that impressed me. Alphas use their superior bodies and their supreme confidence to impress on other males that they are the most sexually desirable. This was a “peacock moment” for Master Lucas that you can tell made him feel incredibly powerful.

I asked for a follow-ups on a few incidents Master Lucas mentioned, and he answered me right away:

I knew you would be thrilled, faggot! 😉 Sometimes I take a moment to relax and reflect on everything that’s happening and then I tell Myself: So this is how My whole life is going to be! For the rest of My life, I’ll be worshipped and obeyed and served and I’ll have everything I want at the snap of my fingers and all the money and fun and sex I could ever want! It’s so awesome! I LOVE BEING BORN AN ALPHA GOD! THANK YOU, MOM, I LOVE YOU!

To answer you questions faggot I wouldn’t say My Alpha pals own personal faggots because We sort of have a shared pool that We use as we please LOL but no specific personal slaves. Well I kind of think of them all as My personal slaves! That’s why I use some of them at home too to help My lovely little mom but I don’t think the others do the same yet. And yes of course I use servants in the shower LOL what do you think! Sometimes I would have two servants one to lather Me up and another kneeling nearby with a warm towel and both of them would kiss my feet!

Bye, faggot!

YOUR MASTER

The follow-up was just as surprising as the first message! His Alpha Pack are all using Master Lucas’s stable of faggots as servants! Pretty impressive, but it won’t be long before these lesser Alphas try to take personal fags for themselves. They’re learning from their King!

I dearly love Master Lucas’s acknowledgement of his mother Sophie for the Alpha genetics she passed to him, as well as her encouragement as he’s developed! His gifts of faggots to tend to her needs is very much like something a King might do!

And I was also surprised that Master Lucas was really using a fag or faggots to serve him in the shower. It’s not only King-like behavior that fills him with power, but doing this allows his faggots to see him confidently naked and glorious. This not only deeply submits his faggots to him, but it also further clarifies his vast superiority to not only them, but also himself!

All in all, this surprise letter from Master Lucas contained massive insights into the mind and heart of a developing God Alpha! We are seeing the very start of his eventual Kingdom, one that will continue throughout his blessed life!

I’m so grateful to be at his feet with the rest!

Thank you, Master Lucas!

Yours,

sam the faggot

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

Despite the controversy surrounding it, I love featuring stories of younger Alphas and faggots who are early adopters of their purposes in life. The primary reason I’m interested in this isn’t for titillation, but because of what it teaches us about the origins and honesty of hierarchy. If this really is the truth, we should naturally see early manifestations of hierarchical roles in our young ones, right?

And of course, as predicted, I’ve been blessed to meet and know many young ones who have, with their parent’s permission, shared their stories of development and discovery. To me, it’s one of the most intriguing and definitive proofs of hierarchical truth!

Few stories prove this better than the dramatic story of Master Lucas. His extraordinary mother, Queen Sophie (an Alpha mother who deeply respects Male hierarchy), came to me to tell me about her then-15-year-old son Master Lucas and how he already had multiple faggot schoolmates worshiping his feet and serving him in a variety of ways. To him, it was perfectly natural. He knew nothing about hierarchical theory, this site, or any other influences.

This was simply WHAT HE WAS BORN TO BE. It happened naturally. Master Lucas was manifesting his destiny.

I think Queen Sophie was somewhat alarmed when she first contacted me, but after I explained the truth to her, she swelled with a pride only the mother of a King can describe.

After I mentioned Queen Sophie and Master Lucas in a recent answer to a reader, she reached out after a long time to catch me up on things:

My good servant sam,

Thank you for mentioning me as an example and for praising my Lucas’s greatness, as always! I would gladly consider myself an Alpha mother, given the amazing son I gave birth to and raised, and an Alpha woman, given the number of men I have under my command. Of course, that doesn’t make me the equal of Alpha Men (they surpass us all as they are the summit of humanity), but it does make me superior to many lesser men.

You did very well to catch up with me. I had suggested to Lucas some time ago to write to you and tell you a little more about his first year in boarding high school. He had started an email but never finished it, and it slipped his mind. Teenagers! Even the alpha ones! I’ll insist that he thinks about updating you. I told him I could handle some more explicit language if necessary (without going too far, of course!).

In any case, I can tell you that he and I had some really wonderful times together when he came back from boarding school at the beginning of the summer. Lucas takes great care of his mother: just think, he had a few of his serving boys come over to do some housework in our home so that the two of us could spend more time together. With the pocket money his submissives gave him and that he had saved up, Lucas took me out to dinner and treated me to a spa day. 

Lucas told me “I want you to enjoy the perks of my alphahood, Mom. No one deserves it more than you!” My little boy is really becoming a man, and what a man! I love him so, so much. I’m the proudest mother of all times. Whatever woman he chooses one day will be overjoyed. I hope she remembers to thank me! ^_^ (While I may be a possessive mother, I’m very happy to know that my Lucas is popular with the girls, and I’ll be delighted to meet the one he chooses when the time comes, as long as she treats him with the respect and devotion he deserves.)

Lucas is at summer camp right now and will be there for most of the summer. I’m sure he’s already the boss of a lot of girls and boys at his feet… Like all moms, I constantly worry about my son, but at least I don’t have to worry that he won’t fit in or be bullied. I’m just worried that he might be exploring his power a little too far! But I trust him. 

I also have some personal news of my own that I was starting to think I might share with you one day, my good sam. For the past few weeks, I’ve been seeing a man I met at work who I’m becoming more and more convinced is an Alpha worthy of me, and who seems interested in me and thinks I’m worthy of him. I’d rather not say too much about it for now, but if things get serious, you might be interested in hearing more about it one of these days.

Warm regards,

Your Queen Sophie

Such a stunning update!

First of all, how awe-inspiring is it to hear that Master Lucas made his faggots clean and care for the house while he took his beloved mother to dinner and a spa day?? And, most significantly, Master Lucas made his faggots pay for everything! Queen Sophie called it “pocket change”, but let’s be real here. Master Lucas demanded and received significant monies from his servants! That’s a profound use of power by a 16-year-old!

But it’s pretty clear that Master Lucas is a burgeoning Protector Alpha who is quite self-aware about his power and importance to hierarchy. His comment about his mother “enjoying the perks of his Alphahood” really resonated with me! Some Alphas take YEARS to truly appreciate Alphahood as a gift to be cherished, nurtured, protected, and utilized for good, but young Master Lucas is already far ahead of these older Alphas! It’s honestly so encouraging to hear!

I love to hear Queen Sophie’s pride as the mother of a son who will probably become a God Alpha sooner than later. She recognizes the esteemed privilege she’s been given and the precious role she’s been allowed to play in Master Lucas’s development! It’s far too rare to hear of women who truly understand and respect hierarchy the way she does!

Frankly, I can’t wait to hear her update about this new Alpha in her life as well! It’s obvious that her lessons in hierarchy have guided her decisions in terms of mates!

I’m so proud of my beloved Master Lucas and his mother, Queen Sophie! They are patron saints of hierarchy around here, and they will always have my devotion and praise!

Always,

sam the faggot

There are two titanic God Alpha presences in the hierarchical porn space that I have relentlessly promoted ever since I established this site/platform 11 years ago. One is Master Rhyheim Shabazz (@rhyheimx).

The other is Phat Rabbit Killer (@phatrabbitkill2).

Like any other faggot, I was initially entranced by his incredible body, gigantic dick, and dominant attitude. Just the sight of him, dreds hanging over his face and naked except for his trademark Timbos, made me lose my breath countless times.

But I also noticed the thoughtful tweets sandwiched between the sex scenes. Quotes from books. Deeply considered advice. There was so much more to this mighty King than just a huge dick.

He also had a huge heart and huge mind!

When Master PRK launched his clothing brand, it was clear that each piece in it was thoughtfully crafted and driven by purpose. It was art as well as a movement.

Through it all, Master PRK himself remained a shadowy figure. For years he kept even his face expertly hidden, and aside from him barking orders, we never heard his voice. I always wanted him on my Hierarchy Podcast, but I was a controversial voice (and a small, oft-cancelled one at that) in a huge echo chamber. It would be like an ant trying to get his attention.

But someone named “The Deep” did get Master PRK to finally sit down for an interview!

The interview itself is almost unlistenable because the host seems to be wasted and does not ask coherent questions (and forget about follow-ups…). The host needed to stop giggling and mumbling and actually get into a real conversation.

It’s a very upsetting missed opportunity to really dig into the depths of a true God Alpha who has helped so many faggots accept themselves and their purpose. My King certainly deserved better than this sloppy, mostly incoherent mess of an interview to launch his changing life course!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the service of a Brazilian faggot named Marcus who was first enslaved by a 14-year-old straight Alpha named Lion, and it continues years later! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I was pretty startled a few weeks ago when I received this message in my Questions From Readers inbox from a faggot named Marcus. It seems that Marcus has been owned for a very long time by a young straight Alpha known as “Lion”, and their relationship seemed quite intense.

Marcus currently lives in young Master Lion’s house, a house paid for by his live-in faggot Marcus. In fact, Master Lion enjoys the life of a full-fledged cashmaster in findom, but findom wasn’t the primary motivator. Rather, Master Lion simply felt like it was natural that faggots should pay for everything.

Now Marcus writes more about this intriguing situation, how it began, and how it’s going today many years later!

Hi Sam, this is Fag Marcus—the one who sent you a message a few days ago:

“https://hierarchyuniversity.com/questions-from-readers-698/“

I’m writing to back up the point you made recently on another faggot’s post: that a slave’s primary service to a straight master is non-sexual—specifically, domestic or financial. I say this from personal experience.

I work three jobs to ensure a comfortable life for my young master. By the way, I realized I haven’t introduced him yet: I’ll call him “Lion” (because of a phrase he once said to his fiancée: “There is only one lion in this jungle, and it’s me; therefore, I’m the one who makes the rules”). He is a 21-year-old white man with short, military-style hair and a height of 1.81 meters; he has a natural physique—neither overly muscular nor fat—and is currently studying Physical Education in college.

My Master has owned me for seven years—ever since he was 14, nearly 15 (don’t worry, 14 is a legal age in Brazil, provided it’s consensual, obviously)—when he started intimidating me over financial matters. For two years, that was all it was: he took money from me, then it escalated to domestic chores as well—I did tasks for him—and it wasn’t until three years in that I sucked his cock for the first time. In fact, he doesn’t even count that earlier period and says he has been my Master for only four years.

As I was saying, I have three jobs (the third one is more recent and for personal reasons rather than money, but I’ll tell you about that in another email). Thanks to this, my Master—despite his young age—now has a house in a good neighborhood not far from his college, which I bought and put in his name. He has a car that befits his “alpha” status. I gave him a small boat—something he’d always dreamed of owning—as a birthday gift when he came of age. On top of that, I cover his car insurance, health insurance, gym membership, college tuition, and the fees for the nautical club where the boat is kept. I also pay off his three credit cards, which he uses for clothes, snacks, movies, sports tickets, clubbing, motels, and anything else that interests him. That’s in addition, of course, to the household bills and groceries (I don’t know if you realize how much a young alpha eats, but it’s a *lot*—more than double what his fiancée and I consume… …together).

I still have tasks, such as maintenance and cleaning—inside and out—of his BMW, and washing all his clothes and shoes. (The Master had actually taken this task away from me when he brought his fiancée to live here and ordered her to do all the housework, but I missed it so much that I begged him to let me keep doing it, and he agreed, since she dislikes those chores and only does them because he orders her to. What is wrong with women??) …plus any other task he finds tedious or doesn’t want to do and orders me to handle. From the start, he made it clear he was super-straight and would never sleep with me; though occasionally, as a special treat, I’d get to suck him off. Of course, I love those moments, but I feel truly fulfilled when I’m washing his clothes or working to pay the bills. I often joke with him that his dirty, yellow-stained underwear is my “Netflix,” because if I could, I’d spend hours just looking at and touching them. At first, I’d even ejaculate involuntarily while doing it.

I know this might seem like abuse or a miserable life to many people—which is why I told you in my last message that I thought there was something wrong with me—but thanks to your site, I know I’m not abnormal, just different, and that my life *does* have a purpose: making my Master’s life better.

P.S.: I’m 36, not 35 (I made a typo in the previous message), and sorry about my English—it’s not my first language.

Keep up the excellent and essential work you do on this site.

Sincerely, Fag Marcus

It’s almost insane to think about how advanced Master Lion was at just 14 years old! He understood the natural order of things, but how? Was it simply his dominance guiding him, or did he learn about it online? We don’t know.

Regardless, Master Lion was absolutely correct in what he did. At 14 he saw Marcus, an older faggot, and decided that he would take ownership of him. Since he is straight, using Marcus sexually wasn’t his interest, but money and access definitely were on his mind!

But notice how owning Marcus in-house as a personal slave eventually led Master Lion to use Marcus sexually! This is something I have repeatedly emphasized: the power an Alpha receives from owning/using faggots allows him to ascend above the judgments of a close-minded world. Master Lion has ascended to God Alpha, and he is impervious to assault from inferiors and their expectations.

Why should Master Lion even care these little people? He has everything he could ever want thanks to his hard-working faggot, and he has a fiancé who will provide him love and kids. I would posit that Master Lion is literally living the kind of life that ordinary males can only imagine!

As for Marcus, he is working very hard, but you can hear the gratitude in his words. He’s at peace, fulfilled by his service to his young God Alpha Master! Every night Marcus goes to sleep tired, but contented in the knowledge that he’s fulfilling his purpose!

Isn’t that what all faggots should want?

Thank you Marcus for sharing your story!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of an Asian God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

It’s been a little while since I’ve heard from Master Jase. It’s not terribly surprising given that my main channel of communication with him – X – had suddenly decided to destroy multiple accounts of mine. Has there ever been any online presence cancelled this many times on so many platforms in the history of the internet like mine??

Anyway, nothing stands still in the life of a God Alpha. And sure enough, when Master Jase and I finally reconnected, he had some rather startling news:

Faggot. It has been some time. It is disappointing to see your accounts being cancelled time after time again.

I have been kept busy in multitude ways. Work being one, dominating and taking charge of strong men and turning them into my serving and longing sluts being another. But a major change is that I have since found a partner. An unlikely one at that; I am in a relationship with what I can only call another god alpha.

Sex and domination are the anchors of our relationship and our respect and love for one another. We met at an orgy where the two of us naturally attracted all the attention and lines of faggots and sluts waiting and eager to service our overbearing dominance and power. Something drew each of us to the other as we watched and revelled in our mutual control over the subs we were fucking, and we got to enjoy each other’s company and now have made it into a relationship. It is very strange to think about but it has only pushed me to pursue a better sense of alphahood, and him the same, with us learning from each other.

Isn’t that amazing? I never thought there would ever be any human being (faggot or Alpha) that could match the sheer power and might of Master Jase, let alone get him to consider a deeper form of equal relationship!

Now, I understand very little about the dynamics of a relationship between two God Alphas, and I’m not going to even pretend to try. Regardless if there are any other such relationships, I have no doubt Master Jase’s relationship is the exemplary personification of it. Hopefully he will tell more about it the next time I’m blessed to hear from him!

I’m looking forward to hearing more from him about it!

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!

If I had to pick the most inspirational story that has ever been featured on this site in 11 years, it would be the story of a God Alpha named Master Maurice who took tender ownership of a disabled, wheelchair-bound faggot named Édouard. I wish everyone would read that entire story (linked above) and experience exactly what it means to be a truly superior Man and Protector Alpha. There were moments while covering it that I nearly broke down in tears with surprise and joy. My beloved Master Maurice is quite literally 1:1. There is nobody else like him.

Way back in March of this year Master Maurice discussed the needs of an Alpha. These are truly needs (although the world wants them to believe they are merely “wants”) that must be fulfilled within them, and there’s no way they’ll ever be denied. It involved a conundrum involving Édouard and Édouard’s therapist, a faggot named Jean. Master Maurice wanted to own both, but navigating Édouard’s understandable insecurities was going to be a trick.

Still, Master Maurice wasn’t going to be denied.

Well, after so long Master Maurice returns with a terrific and joyous update!

This is Master Maurice from Switzerland, I hope you remember me

Last time we talked I was in doubt about how to keep Édouard as my boyfriend and bringing Jean into the equation too. I thought you’d like to know that we are now officially a happy throuple living together. I’m the Master and they’re the faggots, so I guess it’s a throuple or King Maurice’s harem lol we decided that our friends and family have nothing to do with our lives, so we tell people that Jean is a roommate renting the other bedroom in my apartment, while Édourd and I are the couple. But once we’re all home with curtains closed, they’re both sweet fags craving my cock. You were right when you said that it wouldn’t be easy, but it was so worth it to have this conversation with Édouard. I had him in my arms, kissing his face, and petting his head, so I asked him his thoughts about having a third person in our relationship. He said that he would be afraid of losing me, but he would be willing to try. So my strategy was spending a month demonstrating how important he is to me. From buying flowers to making a special breakfast for him, I did everything I could to show him how much I love him (and I really do). Our sex got even better, I now breed him while kissing him, holding his head, treating him like my princess. After a month, I brought up the idea again, and told him that Jean could be our third. He was reluctant at first, but Jean was the best fag possible. They already know each other because he takes care of Édouard, so it was a matter of expanding their relationship a bit more.

They started making out in front of me, and I got so fucking hard, it was amazing. I held both of them in my arms, kissing both, and I felt in a feast. I wanted to fuck their mouths and their pussies so bad, 4 holes for 1 cock, what a perfect match. But I know that Jean is a cute sweet and confident fag, so I was worried about Édouard’s self-steem. Jean is so fucking amazing that he held Édouard’s face in his hands and said “you eyes are so beautiful, I have always wanted to say this, but you were my patient”. I felt like the world’s luckiest man at that moment. Instead of fighting for attention, Jean was taking care of my sweet Édouard, and in return Édouard was getting so comfortable and relaxed. I stood up, while Édouard was sitting on my bed, Jean next to him, they gave me a double blowjob. And guess what, I love when the person who is sucking me licks my balls while jerking me off, so Édouard taught Jean how to do it, and in no time Jean was licking my balls, while Édouard was sucking my cock. And Jean was really sweet holding Édouard’s back. I was feeling like a real King, looking down at them with my two hungry boys looking up alternating between my balls and my cock.

I said “you boys are amazing, who wants to get fucked in the ass first?” Once again, Jean was really thoughtful and said “fuck Édouard first, he has such a hot ass, I wanna see it”, and my sweet boy opened a big smile. And I had the idea of putting Édouard in missionary position, with Jean holding his shoulders while I held his legs having easier access to his hole, I went balls deep inside my ball, kissed him, kissed Jean, we were all connecting to each other. I stopped before finishing, I put Jean in doggy style, fucked him while holding his hips, then I went back to Édouard, but this time I put him on his stomach, hugged him from behind, and fucked him with all my love, banging my full balls against his ass. I shot so much cum inside his hole that I thought I’d pass out, I had a 3-day load in my balls and I shot every single drop inside my sweet Édouard. Jean was so fucking happy looking at us, he jerked off and came on Èdouard’s chest. We took a shower together, and I bathed both of them together. We’ve been together for 2 months now and everything is going even better.

But I do have a little something to ask you. I fuck both of them very often now that we live together, but Jean likes to receive a blowjob from time to time. I refuse to put a dick in my mouth, so I tell Édouard to suck him and my boy really enjoys it too. So I guess we are all good, but at the same time I’m afraid Jean will try to fuck my boy’s ass, and that I will not accept. Édouard’s hole is mine. Based on your experience, do you think I should allow my fag Jean to get head from my other fag? It seems to be harmless right now, but I don’t want this to interfere in our dynamic, because there is only one King in my house.

Hilarious that Master Maurice thinks I could ever forget him! NEVER!

That very hot encounter Master Maurice described clearly cemented their “throuple” relationship and the boundaries involved. (Here’s a little tidbit of info: Because I’m caged and I completely control my penis, I rarely get an erection that strains my chastity cage … but reading Master Maurice’s story definitely made me strain it!)

I think what Master Maurice did to bring all three of them together into a sexual discovery session was just the trick, and best of all he was able to enjoy being thoroughly worshiped by both fags just as he deserves. Also, it really helps to underscore in the minds of his two faggots about their true purpose in relation to him.

Also, every single time I hear of a Master washing his faggots, my heart just swells! It’s so touching, especially when it’s a God Alpha like Master Maurice!

As far as Master Maurice’s question, I think he has nothing to worry about. Jean isn’t going to go around Master Maurice or violate his rightful place. It seems impossible to me.

I adore Master Maurice, and I’m so glad to hear that he’s building a Kingdom around himself! He deserves thousands of faggots at his feet! I hope it happens someday!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a young straight Alpha named Matt who suspected his good friend Andres was not only gay, but also a faggot … and rose up to protect him. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The title of this post is sort of a joke, because “finding a submissive female” is virtually impossible today. Society has gotten into the heads of females and reprogrammed them to think they’re equal to Men (or worse, even better than Men), which is factually a lie. Action and superhero movies/TV shows depict females that can kick the ass of any Man. The whole “Me Too” movement ostracizes and ruins anyone who doesn’t agree with their fallacious dogma.

So where does that leave straight Kings like Alpha Matt? Do they go without the worship and service they deserve, or accept a pale imitation of it? Some straight Alphas turn to faggots for that, but so far Alpha Matt has insisted he won’t try it. Some straight Alphas supplement that worship through online financial domination of faggots (findom), their power growing as their bank accounts grow, There are ways to experience the kind of devotional worship and reverence every Alpha was born to receive!

Alpha Matt has repeatedly said he wants to find a faggot-like female. Well, that’s basically impossible, because no female sucks a dick properly, nor do they CRAVE Alpha cum and sweat and musk and every part of an Alpha’s body and power the way faggots do. However, there are some females who can fake it to some degree, and that might be a place to start!

I received this sweet update from my newest crush, Alpha Matt, today. He has an interesting development to report:

hey Sam, this is Matt

quick message to tell you that I met a girl on a dating app a few days ago and she seems to be into hierarchy. We started talking about sex and she said that she likes dominant man who know how to handle her. She is bisexual and said that she gets really horny watching Men fucking fags. I don’t intend to do this, but that’s a good sign that she’ll probably be open-minded. Let’s see how it goes. Even if she is not willing to submit completely like you guys, I really wanna explore my role as an Alpha with a girl.

I wish you could see Andres right now, I’ll leave the house empty on Saturday, and Diego will come here to fuck him. Andres is so excited, you have no idea. I told him to keep using the plug and the dildo every night. Diego told me that he’ll be gentle, but that he doesn’t want to leave this house before breeding Andres, let’s see how it goes…

I certainly hope this new female is properly submissive and obedient to Alpha Matt! He definitely deserves multiple subs at his feet worshiping and serving him! Isn’t it crazy that most straight Alphas have no idea about what life they could have if they only thought about it and researched it as deeply as Alpha Matt has! In this day and age, there’s no reason why an Alpha (especially a straight Alpha) shouldn’t have absolutely everything he wants!

(side note: did you notice that Alpha Matt capitalized the word “Men” in the first paragraph?? For some reason it really turned me on to see him acknowledge in writing that he feels Men deserve that extra respect!)

As for Andres, he has every reason to be excited! If he’s doing what he’s told by Alpha Matt and being a good boy, his breeding should be amazing!

I love that Alpha Matt, despite having no real interest in faggots, understands the importance of breeding them! It goes to show that ALL MEN accept breeding as a right, duty, and responsibility of Men! It’s such a powerful and natural example of hierarchical truth!

Thank you, Alpha Matt, for updating me! I hope your new female truly loves kneeling and kissing your feet as much as any faggot!

yours,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread following the valuable, life-saving work of Master Albert, a Protector Alpha in his mid-forties who is a medical doctor and has also owned and used faggots for most of his life! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

One of the greatest joys I’ve received from running this site for so long is the undeserved privilege I’ve had to interview, feature, and collaborate with some of the most stunning, intelligent, and accomplished Alphas in the world. Some have been multi-millionaire business tycoons, others have been Kings enjoying the daily service of harems of faggots. Most incredibly, I have regular contact with FOUR Alpha doctors through the site, and I cannot tell you what that is like. These are all powerful, intelligent Protector Alphas who represent the very best of all Men can offer, and they talk to me, an unworthy faggot! It’s mind-blowing!

Master Albert is the only one who was already a mature doctor when we met through a letter he wrote with medical advice. He hovers over the site along with the other silent Alpha gods who quietly keep an eye on me and my teaching. Fortunately, Master Albert chooses to drop a missive upon me every so often to (a) let me know he’s still there, and (b) to gift me with his invaluable wisdom. I love him for this!

Today’s gift from Master Albert is a warning. It’s something I’ve said countless times from this imperfect pulpit, and in fact was one of my primary motivators to build this site at all. It’s a stark message for all faggots who read this site. For all faggots everywhere, period. I’ll let Master Albert relate it:

Hey, this is Albert again, your “good doctor”, how is everything going?

Today I have a sad story, but one that teaches us a lot about hierarchy and the importance of embracing our true selves.

As you know, I’m an urologist and specialist in STIs, and I work with a good friend who is a gynecologist. She has less experience than I do, so she asked for my support to treat her patient. The patient is a 52-year-old straight woman, who has been married and loyal to the same man for 33 years. During her routine exams and blood screening, my friend sadly noticed that the patient had HIV. I intervened to give all the support she needed, including inviting her husband to an appointment because he would need to do the exams as well. At first, he refused to it, but I managed to convince him. To be brief, the guy also had the virus, and after several weeks of denial, he confessed to me that he had random hook-ups with other men who fucked him raw and bred him. He got the virus and transmitted to his poor wife. Good think it’s 2026, so they won’t die and will live a relatively normal life. But I can’t imagine the emotional impact that this whole situation causes in this poor woman who dedicated her life to a fag in the closet. I sent her to a therapist and offered to follow her case for free because she got a divorce and, being a housewife for three decades, she does need some help to move on.

I’m sharing this story here because this is way more common that you may imagine. After more than a decade working with STIs, I can say that most of my patients are young faggots who want to play safe because older fags in the closet are sadly embarrassed to ask for help, and they very often involve innocent women in their lies. To be clear, no one should stick their penis inside a random hole without a condom, but an Alpha cheating on her wife and fucking random fags is way less dangerous, although also irresponsible. When a male bottoms for an unknown man, the risks are enormous.

So please, fags in the closet, I understand that it is not easy to embrace your reality. But if you wanna lie to your wives, make sure that your Alphas wear a condom!

This is simply unvarnished and brutal truth from Master Albert, and I hope every faggot takes every single word seriously. Every single faggot in countries where there is no serious discrimination should NOT be living a lie anymore. There is no argument that can justify this kind of destruction and pain. Think about the devastation this innocent woman is suffering through right now, not to mention their entire FAMILIES! It just rips my guts out to hear stories like this!

It’s beyond time that all faggots just accept what they are and embrace it. Stop faking relationships with females, stop having kids with them, stop pretending you were born to be anything like a Man! You AREN’T!

I sincerely thank Master Albert for sending this very sad and vital story! It’s so important!

Always,

sam the faggot