The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise and development of Master Shane (nickname: Tank), a straight God Alpha who rose to hierarchical power under the guidance of Master Dino and Master Chad. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Trust me, I feel your pain.

The intersecting true stories of Alphas and faggots coming from Master Dino’s mountain sanctuary is so bewildering and seemingly impossible that I have a hard time keeping up with it. When something happens with any one of them my inbox is flooded with emails describing it from each perspective, and it’s my job as a reporter to try and streamline a narrative that makes some sort of sense.

Now why is this so important to me? Because I’ve fallen in love with these Alphas and faggots and their absolutely insane and fulfilling lifestyle! There simply is no better example of the power of pure hierarchical truth than Master Dino’s extended (and rapidly growing) family safeguarded at his heavily-guarded Compound in the hills.

I plan to create a flowchart to outline the current players involved in this sprawling, Yellowstone-like saga (because frankly I NEED THE HELP, just like you do!).

At Master Dino’s Compound there are many faggots, many with (literally) colorful names (they’re labeled by colors and are referred to as “the rainbow”). Then there are several God-level Alphas: Master Dino, his sons Master Chad and Master Dean, and then two “adopted” sons, Master Cal and Master Shane (Tank).

But let’s try to focus on the primary subject of this post: the glorious Master Shane.

Readers of FWA (the previous incarnation of this site) are probably somewhat familiar with Master Shane. Admittedly, you’d need a photographic memory, because he was mentioned only fleetingly in the narrative on the old site, and I never did a full post only about him. I’ve never been able to speak directly with Master Shane; I know about him mostly from the many reams of emails I share with everyone there (you really have no idea how much work and research I do behind the scenes of what you read here).

But here’s some background: Master Chad discovered Master Shane (prior to Master Shane’s introduction to the use of faggots) at a bar. Master Shane struck an immediate impression with Master Chad because Master Shane (referred to by the locals as “Tank”) was a buff, long-haired Alpha with camera-ready good looks. The two Alphas became fast Alpha brothers, and Master Chad introduced him to the Compound and the glories of faggot worship. Soon thereafter Master Shane took a position as a security guard at the Compound, while also partaking of the fleshly pleasures of faggot service and the occasional female he and Master Chad rustled up. And, like most true Alphas there, he ascended and became more powerful under the tutelage of Masters Dino, Chad, and Dean.

And that’s where left the story when I had my unfortunate episode with the fucked-up U.S. Bureau Of Prisons.

Upon my return, there was no mention of Master Shane, and I didn’t think to ask given the weight of circumstances surrounding my faggot brother Jamie’s death.

But then two days ago I received an amazing letter directly from Master Shane himself! And, like the rest of the Alphas living at the Compound, Master Shane is expressive and erudite and a pure blast of Alpha bravado.

Here’s his letter:

It’s me, Tank. Chad says you been locked up. Was there a prisoner left without an empty bag? Lol Sorry you got caught up in shit. I like you.

I live in Ireland now. Got a little stone cottage, still own little d and jon, who was bluefaggot until Brother gave her to me. I own one more fag named paddy. She’s Irish and I got a good life. I got a book of poetry I wrote that’s selling well there and I have reams more to compile. It’s a simple, good life. The faggots serve Me well and keep Me drained. In between writing and breeding My girls several times a day, life is sweet. I get on well with the local dudes. They love to drink and fight.  I’m right at home there. Thanks to Pop, I even have an Alpha buddy there and We occasionally switch fags for fun and variety but He’s a homebody like Me. Our own holes are pleasure enough except when the Manimal starts scratching to be released. Even then, I hardly ever want new holes. Those days are pretty much over. I am well served at home.

I’m here because Pop dropped in on Me last week and told Me about mommy. Fuck sam, mommy was the greatest. I still miss her sweet throat. she swallowed My 12 incher like it was a Goddamned aspirin! Fuck, she soothed My mind and pleasured My body AND showed the green kid that just showed up in her home that He was an ALPHA MALE! Pop is darker than I’ve ever seen. He used My properties and thrilled them. He also terrified them unintentionally. He’s really ready to take on the world. He will make sure to blaze a path of destruction in His rage. little d is Pop’s nephew and she said she’d never seen Pop like this but the whore loved His roughness. The pussy was hurt but she didn’t care. I love fags: a bleeding pussy is a badge of honor. I get it. It does feel kind of good hurting fags a little bit because they behave like fallen soldiers, all humble and stoic about their “war wounds” as well as proud of their accomplishments pleasing Men.

I met and like Cal and, of course, I had My Brother Dean remind Me of the Alpha fights and pleasures We used to have. He’s still a tough, intelligent Alpha dude and He sure makes bunny (excuse Me, jaye) happy. Hell, before I could get in the door that little slut had My cock out and down her throat! she is definitely a size queen. she’s made sure to drink every load I’d let her have until Dino pulled her off Me! Lol  It’s great knowing I’m missed. 

Finally, My Brother Chad. What can I say? He’s more of a MAN than I’ll ever be. You fucking KNOW how much I love The Savior. After We “caught up” (lol) He told Me about His Sons. Boy, is He PROUD of those Little Lords. I asked the number of kids cause it was over 40 when I left. He said 38 or 39 because 1 died and like 4 others weren’t His, the cunts were knocked up before He fucked them and after blood tests the truth came out.

I’ve been here 7 hours and the rainbow of whores have had 9 nuts from Me. And there’s a Goddamned line around the corner, waiting to ride the longest Alpha cock in the place.  Lol  Chad is looking over My shoulder and yelling, “Fuck you Tank. Why don’t you tell her what You been REALLY wanting from Your superior Alpha Brother?” and laughed His ass off. Fucker. You are already knowledgeable of the sessions with The Savior and He knows it but Chad deservedly likes to announce His triumphs, be they Alpha or faggot. I’m not ashamed to say I am more powerful after We tussle and He breeds Me. No other Man on earth will ever do that except My Brother. It charges My fucking batteries and then together We take all the fags until they are ravaged and passed out. I can’t explain it, don’t really care to. It’s just a fact. The Holy Savior just makes everybody fall in love. He’s the perfect balance of gentleman and serial rapist. One can’t fight Him, you just want to submit. For Me, that was a big shocker. I never wanted to get fucked by anyone before. If you remember My story, I was a hustler and a couple of times I took it up the ass because of the cash but I fucking hated it. Swore it would never happen again after I met Pop and He showed Me the world. I truly believe there isn’t a Man alive, no matter His preference, who could refuse Chad’s gifts-IF He is honest. Pop is the only one I’ve met who can dominate Chad and that’s as it should be. 

But enough of that, the rainbow has lunch on the table. jaye and cc have remembered all My favs and I’m starving! Coq au vin, yellow squash casserole, biscuits and honey, Egyptian green beans, and red velvet cake! Fuck, I miss My Family. After lunch and a nut, Us Guys are headed out to hunt for holes just like the old days. Life is great, faggot. I hope things turn out as well for you, sam. I hope you got plenty of Alpha cock and cum. It’s your purpose so don’t let the world or work get in the way of fulfillment, fruit. You NEED Alpha ownership to be happy. Don’t forget yourself in your rush to enlighten your brethren. You NEED guidance and cum, never shortchange yourself. you’re a good faggot.

Dream about My cock, sam. All the faggots love My sweet pole burrowing into their holes. They may scream at first but, oh how they BEG for it once they become accustomed to its massive heft and My punishing rut. Good to talk to you, sam. Heed My advice, little hole. 

Master Tank

WHEW! Did you get all of that?

A few things pop out in Master Shane’s letter:

1. Yes, Master Shane prostituted himself when he was young. He had a very troubled early life, and became a classic case of latent Alphahood. Of course, nature provided evidence of his true purpose with that 12-inch dick (someone else told me it was 12.5 inches), so his Alphahood was merely dormant and waiting for the spark provided by Master Chad.

2. Master Chad has bred or fed all of the other Alphas at the Compound except his father, Master Dino. So in pure hierarchical terms, Master Chad is the truest God Alpha among them. The other Alphas who have received Master Chad’s copious ejaculations (he has hyperspermia) report that they feel even more energized and powerful (as Master Shane mentions here). I intend to write more about this phenomena later.

3. Notice how the faggots in the Compound, despite being owned by certain Alphas, are expected to be shared properties among the Alpha brothers. This is, of course, a dream assignment for any faggot; midnight rapes, testosterone-scented sheets, unforgiving throat fucks, and torrents of cum constantly pumping into every orifice. It’s a non-stop orgy, but one filled with deep love and security.

4. As Master Shane mentioned, Master Dino stopped by Ireland to visit with him. Following the death of his fag-wife Jamie, Master Dino embarked on a globe-trotting quest to test his mettle and release the rage and pain he’s feeling from his profound loss. He’s currently in Nepal with Master Chad and training with an elite group of warriors there. I’m sure I’ll eventually know more about this.

As a writer myself, I was thrilled to learn about Master Shane’s poetry book. I can only imagine what a book of poetry from a God Alpha might be like, but I hope he will share some of it with me. These little surprises I discover from the denizens of the Compound (both Alpha and faggot) keep me forever in love with them all.

I’m just deeply grateful to Master Shane for sharing more of his life with me. As always, I’m humbled to the core to carry the words of the greatest Alphas on the planet and share them with others still learning about the deeper and more meaningful aspects of hierarchy.

Thank you Master Shane, and the rest of the Family as well!

Yours,

sam the faggot

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!

While rare, Alphas sometimes sexually conquer other Alphas. When it happens, it usually involves a God Alpha overpowering and breeding a brother Alpha lower in the hierarchical chain. God Alphas simply cannot stop themselves, because conquering and marking another Alpha is indicative of just how powerful they are.

Master Jase is a God Alpha – practically the definition of one – and his conquests are becoming legendary. But until now, Master Jase has been conquering and breeding faggots both aware and unaware.

But here’s a new wrinkle in Master Jase’s game:

I always enjoy showing a lesser alpha his place underneath a God alpha. Saturday night I was at a gay sex bar, and plowing a muscle pussy against the counter when another guy approached, took out his cock, tapped it against the head of the bodybuilder bitch I was fucking and looked at me questioningly.

No god alpha asks. We take. I never have to ask anyone to fuck and use their slut or fag. I would grab the head of the fag, spit on the pussy of one, and work my giant tool down its throat or split its pussy open on my cock. Without asking it’s previous owner’s permission. That’s my right to fuck open holes. So I already pegged this guy as inferior to me, despite his confident attitude and the experienced way he was holding the bitch’s head.

While we fucked the bitch together, he asks me if I was still up for fucking and plowing an eager cock sleeve of his own. As this bodybuilder bitch was only the third cunt of the night I was fucking, I asked him what made his toy worth it. He grinned and told me that it was his older jock brother, and I could breed him. That got me intrigued, so I told him we were going to tire out the current bitch first.

When the bitch tired out, he collapsed forward, freeing my cock from his sore gaped pussy. The ‘oh fuck’ when my giant cock came into view from the other guy made me smile, as did when I tore off the condom and fed the tired bitch my cock. The other guy just watched, unable to keep his eyes off the bitch eagerly cleaning and licking my cock, despite him clearly fucked out and eyes dilated. Told him to lead the way, and watched as his eyes finally stopped staring at my cock when I tucked it away. On the drive to his place, his confidence returned, he introduced himself as Daniel and began babbling about how he started using his older brother in high school after he found him fucking himself on a dildo. How he once respected his older jock brother for being masc and ‘an alpha’ until he turned out to be a dick-loving slut. How despite owning other fags and fucking girls, his jock brother was his favourite toy to use, especially now they were both in uni.

It was clear Daniel was an alpha. Able to reduce his older brother into a cock-serving faggot and owning other sluts who served him. But those small instances where he was captivated by my actions already told me he was an inferior. And I was interested in both dominating his jock fag, as well as making sure Daniel knew his proper place.

His older jock fag bro surprised me with how he greeted us. He was dressed in a tight corset, panties, fishnet, heels and make-up. Daniel said he borrowed one of his girls’ clothes and made his fag bro a sissy. It was not the first time I had used and dominated a sissy, but his muscles were exploding out. He was a fucking hot sight. He was confused when he saw me. I could see his doubt, as he started to ask Daniel. Way too familiar. Asian and short, why was I there. “Sir, who is this?” Daniel tried to answer, but I took control. I gripped the fag by his throat and forced his head to look at me, telling him, “I’m your God, and you’re now my pussy bitch. Got it?” I could feel how he weakened at that and just dropped to his knees. Too easy. I circled him, pinched and groped his muscles. Daniel was silent. He probably didn’t think I would control his fag bro so quickly.

I won’t bother to tell you the details, faggot Sam. You can fill in the gaps. You know how I fuck and how I cunt my bitches by now. I made the fag take our cocks out and lick. I laughed when he slobbered over my giant size way more than his own brother’s respectable cock. Daniel couldn’t even complain, at the sheer way I outsized him. I gripped his head and drove his cock onto both Daniel’s and my cock. Sputtering and gagging especially on mine. His make-up was running by the time I realised his head, and his face was completely smeared.

I made Daniel spread his fag bro’s cunt while I stretched it with my fingers with one hand, and fucked his throat with my other hand. Ordered Daniel to keep his cunt open as I stretched the fag’s ass over my cock. Daniel obviously used his brother well, with how easily he spread apart, but he definitely wasn’t ready for my girth or length. I didn’t care, I drove like a battering ram and jabbed at his second cunt. The fag gasped and cried. Arched his back. Shook and spasmed on my cock. Scratched at the floor he was on all fours on and panted. He was being cunted. I told Daniel to gag his bro on his cock as I worked my cock back and forth. His second cunt wasn’t going to deny me. I fucked through it, pumping right into his guts, and the way the fag completely arched his back but went still, I knew I was plugging him deeper than he ever felt, and he was loving it.

We spitroasted his fag bro for over two hours. Daniel said he had never felt his fag clench and suck his cock so hard, nor did his fag bro look so bitched out. He was going feral on his fag bro’s head, slapping away, gripping and ramming his cock in, and the fag only moaned harder, especially at how powerful I was railing him. I wish I counted how many times the fag had assgasmed, I could tell from how he would periodically spasm all over my cock. I knew Daniel was close. I told him to cum, and he did, roaring, no doubt flooding his fag’s mouth. I didn’t stop, I kept pounding my cock, watching as the fag bro’s hole tried to clench but couldn’t fight against my powerful cock hammering him.

I took over. I told Daniel to watch as I would completely fag out his brother. I pinned his fag bro down, put my foot on his back, pulled his arms back, and made him look at Daniel as I pummel-punched his cunt. Threw him down, mating pressed him, stared at his cock-drunk face as I bent his muscled jock body so hard his outfit started to rip. Carry-fucked him and held him over Daniel, who at this point was kneeling, and rammed him so hard his whole body shook.

I watched Daniel the whole time. I knew he could not take his eyes on just how overwhelmingly strong I dominated and manhandled his jock fag bro. Especially since he must had outsized me twice as much in muscle. He started to jack off. I barked at him, told him that he was not allowed to touch his dick. He obeyed instantly, and just kept staring at me. I couldn’t but grin and laugh.

It was going well into four hours of me solo fucking the fag. By this point I had lost point of how many times the fag had assgasmed. I had bred the fag twice and still going strong. I didn’t go soft, ever. His cunt was busted, I could feel the difference in his squishier ass ring. He had one last ass gasm and completely gave out in my arms as I carry fucked him. Rag-dolled on my cock and in my strong arms. I felt so fucking pumped and godlike.

The fun part came. I pulled the fag off my cock and threw him next to Daniel, making sure his wrecked cunt was exposed to Daniel. And Daniel could only watch as his older fag bro trembled in his unconscious state, his gaped cunt pouring out my two frothy loads. I stood over Daniel and flexed my cock over his face, letting the remnants of my pre and cum drip onto his face. I also flexed my arms over him, letting him see my powerful muscles. I told Daniel, that even if he was his bro’s Sir, that he knew deep down he was my inferior. That I took over his fag like it was mine to begin with. Told him if he agreed, to lick my cock. Which in all regards, was an order. Daniel did, hands shaking. Licked my cock, looked in my eyes as if for approval.

It was a training session for Daniel, one I intend to keep training him in. I kept his head pinned to the wall and slowly pressed more of my cock into his mouth. How his lips snapped around my thick cock head corona the first time, and he moaned as I pet his head in approval. I began to skull-fuck him, making his moan and drool as I forced my cock in and out. Started to get deeper and deeper into his mouth and throat as his throat opened up for my massive cock. His face was getting nicely bitched out, especially as spit and pre started splashing onto him. As he worked my cock, I told him that in the future, if I wanted him or his brother, his mouth would warm my cock up. That he would lube my cock with his mouth in front of his fag bro, before I let him fuck his own bitch. How I would do the same for any fag or girl be brought home and I wanted his holes. I gave him one heavy thrust that made him take half my cock before it got stuck going down his throat. He gagged, moaned, and came hands free, his cock shooting cum over the floor in front of him. Hah.

I grinned, but still pulled out and said we needed to work on him serving his own alpha better. How I would be training his throat and eventually his own ass. Daniel could only stare back at me, his stretched mouth puffed and layered in throat slime and my pre. “Kneel” I told him. He shakily did, and I jerked off my giant cock, pointing it at him and his passed out fag bro. I blasted a massive load over both of them, drenching their faces and bodies in my seed. Daniel only moaned and opened his mouth harder, his eyes crossing.

I pressed my cock against his lips and made him suck the tip clean. “You’re now marked as mine,” I growled. “Phone,” I then ordered. He handed it over. I got his number, saved it as “Bro alpha bitch”, and walked out for an uber pick up using his phone. Didn’t even look back at the fucked out pair. I had other fags that night to use, plenty of other muscled holes to cunt open.

Always thrilling. You will never know just how much excitement it is to be at the top like this, faggot Sam.

Master Jase is right, of course. I’ll never, ever know what it feels like to have this level of power over humanity the way a God Alpha like him experiences every day. Hell, I will never know the power of the Alpha he conquered last weekend!

I’m merely a faggot. I serve Kings like Master Jase. I surrender my body, my heart, my will to their power.

And God Alphas like Master Jase take that and build Kingdoms out of it. The Kingdoms glorify them forever.

I add my voice to the chorus of praise! Thank you, Master Jase, for your awe-inspiring power and your rulership!

This is what Straight Master Cal said after discovering the service and worship of faggots through this site!

This truth changed his life, and it’ll change yours, too!

#HierarchyIsLaw #HierarchyIsTruth

I was on Twitter ( or X ) and a faggot had messaged me.

I am a 22 Year old graduate from London, black/lightskinned with a big black dick.

This faggot told me about this blog and what I knew about it, and I said I knew nothing.

Before telling me about the blog, I told him I believe that faggots are inferior to men like me. It was almost an innate instinct to know that faggots are subservient to real men.

I came across this blog and I resonated with the God Alpha term and its meaning. I’ve always considered myself as confident , cocky and superior, especially when it came to fags. Ever since I can remember , I always considered them as lower and had no purpose but to be fucked by someone like myself. If you have any advice on what this means or just anything in general please feel free to contact me .

i would love to learn more !

-JM

Thank you so much for writing to me, Sir! 

I’m glad your faggot directed you to this site! Honestly, I don’t think there is a resource like this one anywhere else online, at least not one that elevates Hierarchy to a true philosophy that explains so much about Male power dynamics. In other words, you’re in the right place! 

In my experience, Alphas typically look at my Hierarchical pyramid breakdown and almost instantly see the truth in it. Mine is not some stupid fetish role play chart, but rather it actually addresses very real dynamics. That’s why I think it speaks to Alphas like you, because Alphas are typically no-nonsense Men.

You asked if you’re a God Alpha. I break down each layer of that chart (you need to open the entire post to see it). Here’s how I define “God Alphas”:

GOD ALPHA – The most revered and respected form of Alpha, one even Apex Alphas defer to and follow. A useful analogy might be the Godfather of a mafia family. A God Alpha is the calm-yet-powerful eye of the Hierarchical hurricane swirling around him.

So as you can see, the determination of God Alpha status has much to do with your effect on others (especially fellow Alphas). Having just met you, I have no idea if that definition suits you or not. But perhaps it might get you thinking more about that and examining it in your own life, Sir.

I just want to emphasize that God Alphas are not defined by the size of their dicks. I’ve known some complete faggots with large dicks, and I’ve known God Alphas with average dicks. Your status within Hierarchy is largely determined by the Man you are inside and your effect on those around you, Sir.

I hope this helps, Sir. Feel free to contact me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com! 

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the humiliations of Charlie, a cuck married to a woman who fucks an Alpha named Danny and is now forced to serve as a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I can’t say that I know much about cuckolding besides the smattering of examples I’ve encountered while teaching Hierarchy. However, I always felt that straight males who were cucked by Alphas are really a type of unrealized faggot. The only reason why these cucks aren’t ever transformed into proper faggots is the fact that many Alphas don’t end up using the cuck as a faggot.

But here’s an example of a cuck who was converted into a real faggot by a very powerful God Alpha.

Meet Charlie:

Hi Sam, I am Charles , you can call me Charlie. I wanted to share my life as a cuckold and a faggot.

About 3 years ago I met my wife, Katie, we matched on a dating app, and decided to go an a date. I am a shy person, not a big body, I am about 5’5 and small cock. The date went fine until he whispered in my ear that she wanna have sex. And so we did it in my car, and she was utterly disappointed. She told me to leave me at an address, I asked whose house it is, she t0ld me ,”this is my ex’s house. Since you were so damn small, I am gonna ask him to fuck me. Okay bye”. She left and I went home, yet after a few days I called her and asked her for a date and she agreed. Seeing that I did not mind going out even after her going back to her ex, she did it again. “You are a nice guy but I don’t see you can pleasure me at all.” On our third date, she introduced me to Danny, her ex, any my soon-to-be master. He took us in and before I could sit, he shouted at me. “Hey dumbo, no sitting for a chump like you. Stand at the door.”I was shocked to see him like that, but then they started making out on the sofa, soon she was giving him a blowjob and then they were fucking, she was screaming loud and enjoying it. Yes , I could have never done that. This went on for a while, we would go on a date, the  go to his house and they would fuck. After some time, he started to give me tasks to do. “I fuck ur girlfriend, you need to do something for me”, he said. And thus, I began to do his chores. To be honest I never mind it, as he is so damn hot, when I had first seen him, he was like a the most hunky ,strong dude with amazing abs, voice and lips. Any guy would do anything for him. But it was not just that. He soon became friends with my friends through Katie and told them about me. Katie just wanted to have sex with them and so she made me a clown for them, and soon they started to behave like my masters.

Once , I hosted a dinner for all my friends and Danny, Katie was there too, while I toiled around in kitchen, all of them started to become touchy with her, as she always begins with that. Later  Danny called me and ordered me to go sleep in basement and don’t come up until we call you, and the guys laughed at me, I did notice that Katie’s panties were on floor and one of my friends, Andy had his fingers in her skirt. I  went down and heard noises from above, she was getting gangbanged by them all. She was getting fucked by seven guys and none of them were her boyfriend.

Honestly, the feeling had me tickle in my cock. And more things happen when my chore duty extended to my friends as well as they were also my girlfriend fuckers.

A few days later, when I was massaging Danny’s foot, he said” You are gonna propose Katie to marry.” I asked why would she say yes. He said “coz this way she gets a good hubby and a great set of fuckbois. And we all get a fag to do our chores.” I couldn’t say no. “And you know what, I wanna give you a gift, so , suck my cock. At least you will get some of your wife’s taste.” And that is how my fag journey began. He clicked my photos and circulated, and then all my friends began giving me head. It will like I was their personal cumdump, which I loved.

When I proposed Katie, she accepted only on one demand. “Danny and the boys will still be fucking me, even on our wedding night. You will get to eat my pussy later, but our marriage is always gonna be with them fucking me and you being okay with it. ” I had to agree to it, coz I wanted to.

Our wedding happened the same way it was decided, me and my wife said the vows, kissed and then after wedding, the seven best men gangbanged my wife and I was tied naked on a chair. After that, I was released and I cleaned everyone’s cock and finally ate the cum out of my wife’s pussy.

I was only allowed on our honeymoon, so I can carry Katie and Danny’s bags. We had booked one room, so all night they fucked while I was on floor. Honestly, listening them fuck made me cum in my pants, and that is when my craving for Danny increased. I would want to do anything for him, serve him, be his footstool, get humiliated by him, clean his cock.

Examples like Charlie make me curious. I firmly believe faggots are born that way, but Charlie lived life as a straight Man up until the point when Master Danny cucked him. Clearly, Master Danny sensed something in Charlie that made him want to take ownership of Charlie as his faggot. So perhaps Charlie was a repressed faggot? I’m not sure.

But Master Danny is yet another example of a straight God Alpha who has no problem with owning and using faggots sexually. I call him a God Alpha because of his leadership within his Alpha Pack, all of whom were in on fucking and breeding Charlie.

Keep in mind – Alpha sexuality is tied more to POWER than gender.

While many people would probably hear Charlie’s story and feel sorry for him, I feel happy for him. Master Danny released him from a prison on impossible delusions, and gave him a true and more natural purpose … as a faggot and slave for superior Men!

This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

One of the aspects of faggot ownership that most Alphas overlook is how a faggot makes an Alpha feel about himself. Faggots have the unique ability to open the eyes of their Owners to the reality of their own power. Women don’t generally do this for Alphas, at least not nearly as completely as faggots do.

Why? Because faggots submit completely and worship completely, and with genuine selflessness. When an Alpha sees this and experiences this worship, it rewires his mind and clears certain pathways in his thinking that helps him level up. I believe it is connected to manifestation (believe you’re a King and it manifests), but whatever the connection there is no doubt it arises from the ownership of faggots.

The evidence of this transformation is everywhere. I’ve seen Alphas like Master @AlphaAesthetic8 become a worshiped Master and Owner of multiple faggots, which caused him to really embrace the truth of what his faggots believed about him and subsequently become a multimillionaire. He completely transformed through the ownership of faggots.

When I first met Master David he told me to refer to him as “King David”, and I thought it was curious. Yes, he’s a young straight Alpha who was just getting into owning faggots. However, his mindset was already altering, already ascending. He was believing the truth: he IS a King.

It’s pretty clear that belief has been reinforced by his faggots, especially after reading this update from Master David. Just listen to what his faggot says:

Yesterday I was fucking a gorgeous girl, one of my regular sexual toys. She’s very turned on by my domination over fags.

When we were resting side by side, while she lovingly kissed my hands, she asked me a question about fags. “Do you appreciate your inferiors?” I answered that yes, of course! I definitely appreciate my slave boys. They’re making my life so much easier and better! And she added “But do you show them appreciation? Obviously it’s for them to show love and respect for you, but I wonder if they feel appreciated by you?”

I deemed the question really interesting. I decided to pick up my phone and send a message to the stooge I felt most capable of answering with intelligence. An old classmate whom I’ve enslaved since I discovered my power, named Thomas.

“Hey boy! Out of curiosity, I’d like to know: do you feel that I appreciate you? Do I show you my appreciation? Answer honestly, no worries.”

My slave replied VERY promptly. Here’s his answer, that I find quite good!

“Master,

I feel greatly appreciated by you, Master! You show your appreciation in so many ways I am deeply greateful for!

I know you have the ability to use so many holes on so many boys and girls. So each time you choose to cum into me, I feel incredibly privileged to be worthy of your time, Master!

You often moan with pleasure when I massage your feet or worship your cock. It sends shivers down my spine, every time!

When I have satisfied you, you always ruffle my hair and you’ll probably never know how much joy it brings to me!

Hearing you saying the words “Good boy” nearly makes me cum in my pants, Master!

Master, having you in my life is the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. If anything, it’s me who doesn’t show enough appreciation to you, and I will make sure in future to constantly remind you what an extraordinary human being you are!

Master, I hope your ego is over the moon because if not, it means I’m a worthless failure! Please Master, I beg you to never, never stop reminding me how better you are than me if every fucking way!

Your devoted slave

Thomas”

I love that. My very existence is a blessing for you guys. Just a little from me is a hell of a lot for you! I may have a lot of goals in my life, but my inferiors have just one obsession: to make me happy. That’s great!

So long, faggot!

King David

You can understand how Master David came to believe in the reality of his Alphahood through the devoted worship of his long-term faggots. And because of that reinforced belief within himself, he’s able to level-up his life to heights greater than any of the other males around him or even other Alphas.

Owning faggots is a cheat code to a successful and powerful life!

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

In the previous post, we learned of Master Jace’s brutal cunting of his latest faggot, a closeted fag who is technically still married to a woman. However, the faggot was still unable to handle the entire length and girth of Master Jace’s mammoth cock, so he refused to breed it.

In other words, in Master Jace’s eyes the faggot was still not fully cunted.

This weekend Master Jase decided that he’d given the faggot enough time to readjust its life and hole to accept its new purpose, so he was ready to cunt and fully breed it. Master Jase picks up the story from last time:

The cunting lasted well into Sunday, over many hours and sessions, but I can say that I have officially cunted and bred the fag. Saturday morning after feeding him a giant load both down his throat and over his face, I send my in house slut to pick up the fag, who I told to be available the whole weekend, no excuses. “Yes sir”. I hand one of my used musky jocks to my in house slut, instructing him that the fag should enter our place choking on it.

He does, and he enters almost stumbling as he catches sight of me, his legs instantly going weak and his expression already high on the scent of my musk, pre, piss and dried cum soaked into my jock. I point in front of me, and he kneels, a giant muscled dilf fag staring up as I begin wiping and slapping my monster cock over his face. “Been thinking of my cock all night?” Muffled yes. “Even when you got home to your wife?” Another muffled moan. “And you dreamed about my body and cock, didn’t you?” More moans. “Which one, choking on my cock or your pussy stretched over it?” Another long moan. I slap his face with my cock, asking again, “Which one?” The fag moans louder and tries to spread his legs. It was clear, his cunt was hungry.

I whipped the jock out of his mouth and before he could catch a breath I buried my drooling cock right down his throat, making him instantly gag and heave, his lips stretched tight. I tell my in house slut to grab a dildo and to fuck just the tip against the fags hole at the same pace as I skull fuck him. I made his mouth squelch, his face smeared in endless layers of pre, throat slime, and his own tears and snot as I bully fucked his mouth for a good half hour, with my in house slut expectedly stretching out the fags cunt with the dildo.

Pulling out my cock at last, I lay it on the fags face, telling him, “You’ve taken fingers, you’ve taken the dildo, now you’re taking my whole cock today. Understood?” “Yes, sir.” His face was scrambled already from the skullfuck, but the apprehensive look in his eyes proved he wanted it. I made him face away and expose his hole, and that beautiful gaped and still swollen cunt was winking at me. How could I resist. I picked him up, held him above me, and slowly let the fag slide his massive weight down on my cock. How his body tensed as my thick cock bored through him. The stretching did little to prepare him for how my dick reshaped and pushed apart his ass tunnel with ease. I was claiming his insides. And I wanted it all. I pushed against his inner ring. The fag cries. I wrap one arm around his abs, grab the jock and gag him again. I don’t see his face but I can see his head already rolling back again and his back muscles tensing, his legs starting to flail and toes shaking.

I let gravity do the remaining work. Releasing my grip on his body, the only thing stopping him from being deeply cunted, his body fell. Pierced right through that second drum. The fags body went crazy. Spasming in my arms. His head swaying side to side, his feet twisting. His heaving audible even through the gag. For me, his cunt was so tight. A tight ring around my base, another tight ring around my shaft, and the clench of his inside tunnels just vibrating all along my cock.

I do not remember all I said. It was a long weekend of cunting him. I specially prepared and told my in house slut, making sure to reward him for his service of taking care of the fag. But I remember at this point, completely seated inside the trembling muscled dilf fag, telling him, “You like it all the way?” A weak, barely audible moan. “You want to be used like a real fag now?” A better moan. He tried to turn to look at me but I crushed his back against my front. I wanted his full attention to be in the sensation of my cock completely remolding his insides. I slowly begin fucking him, and each thrust he makes a soundless scream as I bury back balls deep inside him.

I begin to fuck him stupid. Picked up the pace, ramming it back in as he loosened, til he began to ragdoll in my arms from how intense the fucking began to get. He was starting to go completely limp in my arms, so I told him I was going to reward him, and shot a giant load in him. Oh he did feel it, with how a low whine came out, but when I pulled out and my cum poured out his used hole and I turned his body to face mine, he was already unconscious, clearly fucked out, yet his body still instinctively reacted, his shaking legs spreading further feeling my cum escape his pussy.

That began the weekend of cunting. I let my in house slut give him aftercare. Taking him to a bedroom where he laid bent out of shape and my cum still drooling out his open and swollen cunt lips. By the end of the weekend, I was going to turn them into a puffed wreck framing a gaped red cunt. While the fag rested under my house sluts care, I worked out, drilling a guy after the gym in his ute before heading home. The fag was still in bed, but now awake…and was fingering his own cunt, moaning. I jumped on him, pulled back his arms, put one foot on his back and mounted him, sliding my cock back in him. Told him how he was just a cunted fag now, who craved my cock. Made him shake and cry as I savagedly pounded him again. Kept him in the same stretched and pinned position as he began shaking and his head bounced back, where I could see his eyes rolling nonstop. Buried my cock in him and blasted another huge load and let him drop back down to the bed. Naked, covered in fluids and a completely mess, while I was still pumped, sweaty, with my cock out my workout shorts.

This carried in the whole weekend. I would fuck and breed him in multiple positions all over the house, while my house slut cared and prepped him. I would do my own thing, training, gaming, gyming, before finding the fag to break him down into an oblivious mess. His wife messages him, wishing him fun on his ‘work colleague trip’. I certainly took my new Dilf fag for many many long hard rides.

I promised I would give him the most puffed of cunt lips, and I did. His legs couldn’t close at all by Sunday, he was barely able to limp. In house slut had cleaned him multiple times, but the fags cunt was still constantly leaking my cum. Everytime he even saw me, he would moan, buckle, and start panting. His eyes were completely gone, dilated, unfocused from the hours of non-stop merciless pounding I gave him. But as a reward, this last fuck, I slowly sank into him, wrapped my arms, and just rutted slow but forceful, letting him feel every inch of my cock pulling against his cunt. After giving him one last cunt soaking load, I got in house slut to drive him home plugged with my last load inside him. How he tells his wife about his “work weekend trip” will be interesting, but he now physically and mentally was well and truly cunted. I left a message saying he could rest Monday and Tuesday, but Wednesday, I expected his pussy to be ready for me again.

WHEW!

Experiencing Master Jace’s recaps of his conquests is almost a form of cunting in itself! I feel gaped and exhausted, but also exhilarated and alive and grateful to be a faggot!

After expressing my utter shock over this long-game, multi-day cunting he administered, I told him how shocked I was by the length, breadth, and depth of this cunting experience. After asking me if I had ever been cunted like that – which made me laugh, because I don’t know if I’d be coherent if every cunting I experienced too 2-3 weeks – Master Jase had more to say about his technique and his needs:

I love cunting fresh fags, Sam. Every once in awhile, I land a fag like this dilf fag who I know I will be keeping. And it’s worth the time and effort to cunt him over and over until his body, mind, and soul understands his place and purpose. Because for me, it’s almost like the thrill of a hunt to take my time preparing the fag for the finale.

It’s instinctual to me. It’s how I hunt my fags and sluts. It’s how I train them to take my merciless aggression and my giant cock without permanently ruining them. It’s how I transformed my current in house slut. Weeks even of university rooming slowly transforming him into a trained cock sleeve. Other alphas may cunt their fags in a day. Or less. But I like to take my time. Enjoy the thrill of the process. Revel in the final moments before the fag submits to the cunting in its entirety, their body and mind turned.

I mentioned to Master Jase that my cuntings happened without the knowledge or planning of me or any of my Masters. My Masters and Alphas who cunted me all thought they were hurting me and freaked out a bit; meanwhile, I was freaking out over the loss of control. None of us back then knew what it was, which is why I coined the term “cunting” to describe it, and I believe my work is the foremost authority on cunting anywhere on the internet.

Master Jase continued:

Hah, I always know what would hurt a fag or not. Breaking it’s cunt open will never hurt you or any fag. Your crying, your shaking, your involuntary movements, are all pleasure signs that you’ve experienced the peak of being fagged out. I do not know nor presume to know if you pioneered and coined the term cunting. But I do know that since I started to fuck and own my sluts in high school, that was how I broke them in. Not nearly with enough patience and marathon stamina as now, but I just knew that mounting them on my cock and their reactions meant that I had turned them into my willing cumdumps.

Fags are not as weak as straight alphas think they are. It takes a certain will to submit and release their control to an alpha. Myself, I demand my fags all keep themselves in the best of shapes to withstand my punishing rounds of breeding. The new Dilf fag is no exception. Point being, fags who are made to be used by alphas, will have the will and body to withstand some use from an alpha.

Master Jase is a rare Alpha, one that doesn’t fit easily into Protector or Destroyer labels. He’s probably both simultaneously. He’s like a sudden and violent storm that rises up and obliterates a town, but after it passes the sun is shining and the air is clean and fresh.

All I know is that Master Jase will mount a faggot with the expressed desire and intent to destroy it, but in the end he’s holding the limp, devastated body of a cunted faggot that has been transformed and set free. He’s not for the faint-hearted or half-hearted. Once he rams his huge dick all the way in a faggot, there’s simply no way it’s ever coming back.

And that, to me, is the whole point.

Thank you, Master Jase!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This site has been blessed to know and feature two overwhelming Asian God Alpha super-predators, Master Alex and Master Jase. They’re both very similar, and both seeming anomalies among their Asian brethren. They’re hugely muscular, well-hung (at least nine inches), and ferocious hunters and breeders of faggots.

After my first update about Master Alex, we talked and I asked for more detail about his life as a successful, muscular God Alpha who owns a vast stable of faggots. He replied this way:

I take great joy in making fags out of men who think they rule the world, only to realise that there is an alpha male who rules and controls over them. And I find them at all places I frequent. The high-end gym I frequent is free of charge, courtesy both of my PT fag and his boss, when they’re not keeping my body pumped and worshipping my muscles, scent and sweat on their floor, their bent over, cunt spread, aching for my cock to fuck them into that addictive daze they crave. Restaurants and bars where once a confident client is hidden under the table cloths choking on my cock while I enjoy a three course meal or a drink. Meeting with other agents at parties or functions and exchanging greetings with their wives, while they stare hungrily at my face and body, waiting for when I call on them and pound my thick ten inches deep up their pussies harder and better than they can ever pleasure their own women. Single fags, married fags, I have the lot; nothing changes the fact that I own them. That their pleasure they receive should only be from how much they can satisfy and please me. Their gratitude to be in service, their sore throbbing cunt lips a physical badge of honour that they’re mine. Their need to worship me only when I call them my obedient sluts.

You ask about my house fag when I arrive home in a mood. What he does is obey. To meet my needs. If I come home normally, he kneels and fishes out my cock and lets the heavy weight lie on his face while his hands work on my feet, massaging them. He doesn’t suck until I command him to. When I am done with the initial worship and skull fuck, he is to thank me before hanging my clothes or putting them in the laundry. If it is my workout or training clothes, I expect him to sniff and gag himself on my scented musky clothing. If I come home needing to breed, I pin him down, where he obediently opens his mouth for me to relentlessly drill his throat, deep and brutal, before flipping him like a toy and mercilessly whipping my ten inches in his oversized muscle pussy. Telling him how much he loves being my cock slut, desperate for my attention. How he whimpers in gratitude against my savage rhythm until I breed him and leave him slumped and gaped and cum drooling out his pussy against whatever surface I lasted railed him against. One would not expect him to be my house fag, with how gigantic and built he is with the stance and demeanor of a military trained veteran. Yet here he is, submissive and shaking and trembling in need under my Asian strength, craving my dark alpha cock to take his mind and body into orbit.

I have been in a rutting period here, faggot. You would only wish you were one of mine, with how ravenous and inexhaustible my need to fuck and breed has been in the past month or so. And it has not ended. It is not uncommon for my house to have two or more sluts on a daily basis, all of which end the night broken, dazed, red fleshed, limp piles of muscle with loads of my cum dripping out their mouth and cunts. And I am still cleaning my hard cock off on my house faggots swollen lips. Even right now, my cock head is being nursed on by a fag called up to keep my cock busy as I work.

This is like a “Day In The Life Of A God Alpha” diary entry. However, there’s clearly nothing ordinary about Master Alex’s life, especially right now as it’s mating season and he is breeding so furiously and so deeply that he seems intent on bending Nature itself into impregnating his fags, I’ve been “attacked” like this by aggressive God Alpha Masters before, and it can be quite overwhelming. But Master Alex feels like another animal entirely.

If there is a common thread in the lives of God Alphas like Master Alex, it’s this: they’re all wildly successful and accomplished professionally. This should not be surprising, since all good things flow upwards to Alphas. They get all of the high-paying jobs, all the respect, all of the attention, all of the money, and all of the pussy they can ever want.

I’m so happy that Master Alex embraced his God Alphahood early so that he may enjoy a long life of daily success and worship and Kingship!

Thank you, Master Alex, for continuing to share your jaw-dropping life!

Here’s God Alpha @hollywoodpwrtop rutting a faggot deeply, preparing to fill it with his load, when the faggot gets cunted.

It’s such a gift to both of them.

For the faggot, it receives purpose.

For Master HPT, he receives glory.

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

Have you ever watched films about lions? Ever notice how lions watch their prey carefully, stalk it, and then pounce, clamping their powerful jaws around its throat until it’s dead? In any of that, did it ever seem like the lion was thinking about anything other than satisfying its own hunger?

Of course not! The lion is an Apex Predator, and everything else serves its needs!

Like a lion, Master Jase is at the top of Hierarchy, a God Alpha. And like a lion, his urge to satisfy his need for domination and breeding come before the needs of inferiors beneath him. However, in the process of him using these inferiors for satisfaction, Master Jase occasionally transforms inferiors into their true form: a faggot. By splitting them open and deeply breeding them with his giant cock, he effectively forces them to accept their truth.

Like a lion feasting on a kill, what Master Jase does is an integral part of the Hierarchical circle of life.

Master Jase shared a pretty dramatic experience that occurred over the last few days involving a 40-year-old virgin faggot at his gym. It illustrates that primal function God Alphas play in the greater scheme of things.

Made a fag out of a 40-ish old father this last week. I will detail more later, but in summary. Broke him in on Sunday after the fag couldn’t resist my presence in the gym sauna after I had aggressively mounted another slut in the showers. Had him use his mouth over as much of my cock as he could, which was barely half my giant dick. Told him to clean his ass out and to meet me back at the gym on Monday at the same time in the morning.

Monday, I made him watch as I rutted inside a bodybuilder slut in a private room, then the new fag tried to take my cock in where it belongs. He could only take my cock head and a little bit more. Taking virgin holes like this is a thrill, especially when my cock looks like a bottle trying to fit itself in a fresh fags barely touched hole.

Tuesday he was able to take around four to five inches. He laid like a good boy after I told him to bend over a bench. How his body tried to take more, the fag begged at how he could always feel the slow stretch, how that bit of his pussy that I had loosens through was aching in soreness and need.

Today I cunted him. Back in the sauna. I sat and spread my legs, he knelt and sucked and licked. Told him to display for me, he bends and shows me his clean hole, still red from two days of training. Note that he is at least a head taller than me and more muscled. Didn’t stop me from picking him up by his waist, and positioning his hole over my raging monster cock. Inch by monstrously thick inch I sat him down on my cock. How he breathed hard, let out a few groans and even small yells. I told him that he could scream and whine, but I was unstoppable, and he was to remain in place. Half my cock was in, I turned him so he faced me. His arms were trembling, his back was arching and his mouth was already open and drooling.

I felt my tip pressing against his second hole. Too easy. I pushed him down, and felt his second cunt snap around my cock head. The reaction was instant. You have been cunted, fag Sam. You know what it’s like. The fag threw back his head, his eyes rolled back completely, his nostrils dilated and his tongue lolling out his drooling mouth. His hands were clawing weakly at my muscles. His legs were spasming and his toes curling nonstop. His whole body was flexing and twitching on my cock and in my arms. And I still had over a hand of cock left outside his taut stretched cunt lips. I rode his body back up and down, and each time I pushed passed his second cunt, the fags head would swing side to side, and his whole body would jerk. I love cunting fags like this. Slow and deliberate, so the fag can feel every thick veiny inch reshaping his cunt to the shape and size of my cock. How his thighs spread even further automatically, trying to expose his now important sex organ, his pussy.

I cunted the fag today for a solid half hour before I picked him off my cock and let him slide to the floor like a ragdoll. Until he takes my cock to the balls, my new fag doesn’t get rewarded with my seed.

He has plenty to learn. After all, I am a physical breeder, and the new fag has neither taken a real power fuck, nor a full breeding. Unlike my house slut that I just fucked into unconsciousness after I woke up at 4 am with a raging erection. Alpha needs hit at any time.

Indeed, I have been cunted multiple times before, and this is a pretty accurate depiction of it (from the Alpha perspective). I really connected with Master Jase’s detail about the new faggot involuntarily spreading its legs open to take more of his cock while being cunted. I experience this too, and I liken it to a deep relaxation that loosens the entire body. It’s mostly because the faggot brain is shut down during cunting, and they’re losing consciousness.

But like a lion, Master Jase could sense the faggot hiding behind the veil of normalcy. So he pounced, and then systematically devoured the faggot’s will and resistance over the course of a couple of days until the faggot was set free through cunting. Now there is no façade left, only a cunted faggot that will forever yearn for Master’s cock to fill The Void inside it!

Earlier I mentioned that Hierarchical circle of life, and I meant it. What Master Jase did with this faggot – indeed, what ALL Alphas do when they cunt their faggots – is part of a natural process that frees faggots to accept their place and purpose. If this didn’t happen, then there would be many more males wandering the earth in a confused, unfulfilled daze, unsure of their purpose.

Alphas forcefully taking, cunting, and owning faggots maintains the larger hierarchical balance … and it keeps the greater Alpha Pack well fed and satisfied!

It should not be surprising to find hierarchy prevalent among animal species. After all, hierarchy is the most pervasive social force governing humans (even though most people ignore it).

And indeed we do find forms of hierarchy in virtually every species in the animal kingdom. Note the intriguing video above about a natural hierarchy developing amongst a group of dogs. It’s interesting to see how closely it mirrors human hierarchies, including Alpha Pack defensive behaviors and a God/Apex/Alpha/beta structure much like I have outlined.

We are built this way!

Straight God Alpha Master Dino and his fag-wife Jamie made themselves known to me in the summer of 2020. Little did I know that their incredible story – and the stories of Master Dino’s sons and the other countless Alphas and faggots that form their crazy Family – would transform the precursor to this site, Fags Worship Alphas.

Longtime readers know this legendary series of threads, but for the newbies, I can only warn you to STRAP IN. Master Dino’s Family will scramble your mind, upend your perception of life’s possibilities, and help you come to an understanding of the deeper truths of Hierarchy.

Restoring these threads has become more important to me now that my beloved friend and mentor, Jamie, has recently died of cancer. I resurrect this humongous story in honor of him and his unequaled Owner and husband, Master Dino.

You can access this thread by clicking the pic above, or CLICKING HERE!

It has been an undeserved privilege to carry and protect this integral tale of dominance, power, purpose, and even love. I do it with gratitude and humility and a hushed, solemn awe.

Always,

sam the faggot

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

If you’ve been following the true stories about Master Toople’s conquests, you know that he’s a voracious breeder of faggots. He has a giant dick and balls that produce overwhelming loads, and coupled with his massive musculature he becomes a Terminator robot of relentless breeding.

But Master Toople is a true Master, and he understands the art of faggot manipulation.

Ask any faggot, and they will say the same thing – they LOVE a Master that can get inside their head and manipulate them into discovering new depths of their own submission. That’s why hypno audio/video files are so popular, and why popper drains are practically begged for by faggots in findom.

Well, Master Toople shared an experience he recently had with a faggot that started out as a non-sexual encounter.

You would like how I hynoed and overloaded one of my fags senses through just smell and sight. Like all my trained fags, he was ready to serve and worship when I arrived at the gym, but why not test his impulse, I thought. I gave him my commands; he was not to touch, feel, lick, or talk, only to see and smell.

Through the two hours gym session, I teased him. Push his head between my legs so he could smell my musk and pre and remnants of earlier loads today. Spread my legs where he hovered just under my bulge, staring right at my cock bulged out and taking in deep breaths. Looking back at my eyes and back to my bulge. Halfway, I would take out my cock and let it hang over his face, and even when my pre dripped on him, he obeyed my command not to lick. His gaze turned more and more stupefied and his breathing got more erratic, just from staring and smelling my cock for two hours.

You might be thinking, how was I able to hold back my alpha aggressiveness and virile instinct to fuck him. The very act that my cocks presence was enough to overwhelm his senses was able to keep me from pinning him on a weight bench and pile driving his throat or pussy.

I drove home. And the whole time, I had my cock free bouncing against the steering wheel, while he sat fixated at my cock. His face was already of absolutely cock drunkenness, and his panting was telling me just how much he was craving to taste, to touch my cock. But I was far from done.

I made the fag watch me while I throat fucked my house slut into a choking, spitting mess, and then an hour long onslaught of pounding his muscled pussy. I didn’t acknowledge the fags presence, didn’t look in his direction, but I knew he could not shift his sight away from where he knelt. As I had basically edged myself for three hours, the load I unleashed in my house slut was monumental. The long soft moan my house slut made when I pulled my hard cock out and my cum followed out like a flow…but my fag still remained obedient and didn’t moan out either at the sight, although I could sense he was near breaking point.

I sat down on the sofa, put on the news, and told my house slut to plug the fag and bring it in front of me. The way my house slut limped, and my cum pouring down his legs, fuck I wanted to mount him again but the fag was my plaything first. My slut obeyed me to the T, I didn’t give the fag any recognition as he knelt on a huge dildo in front of me with my cummy, dripping cock rising like a mountain in front of him.

That went on for an hour. My house slut served me some snacks and drinks, at one point I forced his head back into my cock and gave him a sloppy skull fuck but released him and told him to rest. The fag in front of me got increasingly agitated, I could hear his wet pussy squelching against the dildo as he couldn’t resist riding back on it, his panting and heaving was getting more volatile and his breath was getting hotter against my balls and cock.

Finally I looked at him. His eyes were dilated like I had used him multiple rounds, his nose was flared, his cheeks flushed red, and his mouth agape, tongue loose and drooling. His face was streaked in my constant dripping of pre and the cum from my house sluts prior breeding. But he let it smear all over, his eyes were completely locked onto my cock. I had completely broken and overloaded his sensory limits through sheer sight, smell, and presence of my cock. And he had never looked more cock hungry.

All I did was tap my cock on his face, almost covering it with my size, and he went into shakes like he was being cunted. I finally talked to him, told him if he wanted my cock. I got an incoherent moan as a reply, which meant he was already in that fagged state of being half conscious.

I didn’t even get to his throat. I slammed his huge hunky body to the floor, whipped out the dildo, and drove my cock into his clenching, begging pussy. Oh how he spasmed and weakly tossed his head. His eyes became even more unfocused, and his body jumped even more as I bored through his second cunt. He had never been more ragdolled as I choked pounded him all over my living room. He had never looked more delirious and gaped out when I pulled out after breeding him. He was a heap in the floor, barely conscious, but the most satisfied look in his face as his eyes kept rolling white.

You know me as the adrenaline, powerful breeder, but sometimes I like to indulge myself with absolutely brain fucking a fag through nothing but my presence. I finished with the fag not even an hour ago. My house slut has been servicing my cock with his throat since, and once I’m done messaging you, his cunt is going to receive a second round of pounding.

It may seem odd that a prolific breeder like Master Toople would even bother with an hours-long mind fuck session.

But here’s the thing to remember about Alphas – they love to see how their POWER and their PRESENCE alone causes people to crumble and submit! That’s why you’ll see Alphas stare into an inferior’s eyes at a bar and smile at them … they’re observing the effect of their charisma in real time.

Master Toople already knows what his cock and balls do to faggots. But he was able to enjoy the sight of this faggot getting cock drunk on just his SCENT.

That kind of power that arises simply by existing goes beyond any other kind of power!

Hierarchy 276 – A Life Fulfilled In Service

Jamie, fag-wife of God Alpha Dino, has died. What does his life course teach us?

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Master Anthony is one of the most extraordinary finds since this site has been rebuilt. A straight Alpha with movie star good looks and an effervescent joy of Alphahood radiating from him, Master Anthony has no problem pulling women and fucking them.

But his life took a radical turn when his friend Fabien unexpectedly submitted to him and offered himself as his personal faggot. Since that moment, an entire new world of absolute power opened up to him and he has ascended to levels of glory and pleasure that he ever imagined was possible.

All because he took ownership of a great faggot like Fabien!

Like any growing God Alpha, Master Anthony has been training his lieutenant Alphas of his Alpha Pack how to own and use their own faggots, and some of them have taken to ownership with just as much eagerness as Master Anthony! Two of his best Alpha friends, Henri and Charles, have taken faggots of their own and are also growing powerful under Master Anthony’s guidance. It’s been incredible to witness!

Master Anthony recently went on vacation with these two Alphas, and they were accompanied by their three faggots (Fabien, Clement, and Basile). Fabien already wrote about this trip RIGHT HERE, but Master Anthony wanted to add some Alpha perspective about the trip.

As always, it’s invaluable insight into the Alpha psyche:

Hey boy!

I saw that Fabien told you about our wonderful last vacation! My bros and I have had such a great time, playing, swimming, surfing, flirting and fucking girls, and ordering around three slaves at our beck and call! 

You know, I can’t believe I’m saying that, but I think I truly love my house slave. He and I are a perfect symbiosis. He obeys my every wish, every gesture, every glance. Often, he even knows what I want before I say it, even before I know it myself! I love being bossy and pushy with him, but I can’t help showing him affection now and then. Hey, a superior man like me has also some tenderness in him! It’s only right that I care for my devoted, hard working serving boy!

Yesterday, as I was fucking him hard, face to face, I leaned over his face and gave him a true French kiss. The poor boy was in complete shock! I laughed so hard seeing him completely in ecstasy, all he could say was “Oh God, God, God…”  So fucking adorable!

Oh and by the way, some days ago, as I was having breakfast in bed, Fabien gave a big loving kiss to my toe and said “That’s from my big brother Sam who sends his adoration for you, Master”. You inferior males are so funny! You wish so hard you could be serving me and worshipping me hey, sam? Well, keep praising my glory, I like that. You’re a good boy!

It’s impossible to not love Master Anthony. He’s so confident in everything that he does that he can do something like French kiss his faggot while he’s fucking him and it’s just play. He’s still the same straight Alpha he was before he took ownership of Fabien. This is simply a natural extension of his growing power, which he shrugs off with an affability that is almost confounding. He’s something absolutely unique!

I questioned Master Anthony about his development of fellow Alphas Henri and Charles. He responded beautifully:

Henri and Charles are LOVING having slaves as much I as do! And yeah I like to encourage them to try new things. Thank to me they tested the position of stomping on the head of a submissive while fucking it! That’s one of my favorites! 

I also introduced Charles to double penetration with his slave. It was cool, especially as his (faggot) needs to be put in line a bit LOL

My favorite moment was with two chicks brought back from the beach. One kissed my mouth, another worshipped my cock, while two stooges (faggots) licked my feet! I felt crazy! In such moments, I realize I’m really a God!

I LOVE TO BE A MAN ! 

I cannot tell you how blessed I feel as both a student and teacher of Hierarchy to know a young God Alpha like Master Anthony. He’s so open and honest and full of life and power. He’s just a breathtaking example of how hierarchy transforms straight Alphas into more than they could ever know otherwise!

I’m so proud of him, and also to be his!

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

I love having God Alphas hovering over this site like mighty eagles. It makes me feel safe, but also constantly on high alert. I’m already a pretty conscientious, hard-working faggot, but these great Alphas keep me on my toes and force me to elevate my standards!

Of these, Master Toople is unparalleled. His vast level of real-world experience as an Alpha Master, coupled with an expressive, precise intellect, make him the perfect counterpoint to my own insights.

I knew the recent “Question From Readers” post from Master Aiden regarding his hierarchical struggles with a college Alpha named Master Ray (CLICK HERE) was something Master Toople would understand.

And sure enough, he appeared with this:

Aiden has already replied, but I do want to give my comments. Aiden has fallen into the complacency trap. An alpha presence turns inferior males on, it’s instinctual for both alphas and fags. We are admired and served and worshipped. However, that doesn’t mean alphas should sit back and expect fags to fall into our laps and onto our cocks. Aiden seems to have lapsed in that. He owned Jack and Leo, but seemed to not have done enough to keep them as his own.

I guarantee that any god alpha, any apex alpha, doesn’t wait. We TAKE and we ACT. We control, we persuade, we care, we break. Verbal and non-verbal commands are our tool and weapon, and if we don’t use it, fags won’t respond. My presence is overwhelmingly constant on my fag’s will, mind and body, at all times even when I am not physically there. They should crave, anticipate, want, and always still have some measure of disbelief at my sheer dominance.

Some alphas are unaware of the dominance sleeping inside of them until they are introduced to it. Ray clearly never experienced the heat of owning and exerting power of other males until now. He was awakened. And quickly rose to what he was entitled to. And Aiden, who introduced him to it, is now both confused and wary of Ray’s sudden rise.

Alphas are naturally competitive. We are territorial. We share, but we own. When two alphas meet who do not mesh well or respect each other, there is always a power struggle until one settles under the other. I cannot count how many alphas, proud and virile, have submitted after such a struggle. How having holes of their own to use didn’t stop them shaking as my cock filled their holes to breaking point. How many of their own fags I have returned, worn out and gratified beyond their capabilities.

If Aiden wishes to reclaim his masterhood, he needs to work on his intent, be demanding, and make his brand of alphahood something his fags would tremble for. Clearly Ray possesses something he doesn’t. But hierarchy cares not for feelings, only qualities. Aiden needs to choose. Should he feel proud of awakening another alpha, feeling proud of ‘raising’ another powerful male who has grown past himself? Should he feel jealous and concerned of his own alphahood being swallowed up? That is up to him. Some of my alphas who I have broken have rebuilt themselves and learnt from how I use and control them. They return to their own fags full of vigour and will, in full knowledge that they themselves will be on their knees in front of me.

Aiden has that chance to show he is still an alpha, but to also find his place amongst the hierarchy of alphas.

This post above by Master Toople should be taught in a class for Alphas. It strikes at the central power struggle always occurring within the Alpha hierarchy. It also underlines certain values and emotions that Alphas feel that the rest of us (including me) are not privy to know. Re-read it carefully, and you will have a deeper understanding of the glory as well as the burden Alphas carry with them.

These power struggles between Alphas are part of the “sharpening” process the Bible hinted at long ago. “As iron sharpens iron, so one Man sharpens his friend.” (Proverbs 27: 17) Alphas might clash like two mighty hippopotamuses, jaws wide and roaring, their power and rage apparent to all, but finish side-by-side, panting and laughing like warrior brothers.

Because that is what they are: warrior brothers.

In the end, the small skirmishes between Alphas pale in comparison to the greater glory of ruling the world together, shoulder-to-shoulder. Of being worshiped together by the same flock of inferiors, females, betas, and faggots, all at their feet.

And above these warrior brothers are even mightier God Alphas like Master Toople, who keeps watch over the entirety of his domain, shepherding them by the light of his own vision.

Hierarchy works!

Hey man I wrote to you a couple days ago about trying to figure out the hierarchy with my struggles with my friend I introduced to being an alpha. I appreciate the insights and after reading more I realized that I was questioning my status because I was Asian and physically less appealing than my friend, but now I know that being an alpha often is beyond simple physical traits, but rather a mentality that I lost for a second but regained. Things have reverted back to normal since I talked with Ray and Leo has come back to serving me. While I still need to look through alpha hierarchy I was wondering what role does an alpha/apex alpha play for a god alpha and is it possible to become a good alpha from an alpha? Overall, I know I’m an alpha for sure I’m just struggling how an alpha hierarchy would work if I’m below a bigger alpha.

This is a follow-up to THIS QUESTION.

Master Aiden, welcome back! Thank you so much for writing again! 

I felt bad about my response to your first question, because I thought I was too blunt with you. However, I was concerned because I hate to see Alphas struggling with their place or their worthiness. You’re in the prime of your life and you’re ALPHA! This is the time when you can shine brightest and use your overwhelming power to live your best life! 

I’m so glad to hear that you had a talk with Master Ray! This is what needed to happen. You’re both Alpha, so there needs to be mutual respect between Alpha brothers. Ultimately, you both are part of an earthwide Alpha fraternity that rules our world together, so there needs to be harmony and agreement amongst those rulers! 

Also, I’m sure Leo feels much better back in your service, Master! I would probably reprimand him for his unfaithfulness (although faggots are notorious for this). I’m sure you’ve already dealt with that in your own way.

To your question: I’ll answer in militaristic terms, if I may, for the purpose of illustration. God Alphas are like Generals, Apex Alphas are like Lieutenant-Generals, and Alphas are like Major-Generals. One tier “serves” or obeys/follows the tier above it. You can see this behavior in action when there are a group of Alphas working together (like a sports team, for example). 

God Alphas are the ones all Alphas follow, look to for advice, and receive instruction. The Alphas closest to the God Alpha are typically Apex Alphas, and they keep a pretty tight social circle devoid of even other Alphas because that is how direction is plotted and disseminated to the rest of the pack.

I generally tend to think God Alphas are born that way, but certainly an Alpha or Apex Alpha can try to assert themselves as a God Alpha. Other Alphas will either accept this assertion of power, or reject it … that’s the true test of God Alphahood. 

Hierarchy is a natural process. We can’t usually bend it to our will. It will always tell us what we truly are. 

I hope that helped, Master! I’m so happy to hear that you’re reclaiming your Alphahood and approaching it with a clear, focused vision! Go forth and conquer, Master!  

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

I cannot stand “Alpha M”, the bewilderingly-popular “Alpha guru” who has mesmerized more than six million followers with his Pied Piper promises to help beta males become Alpha.

As if Alphahood is something you can pick up at Nordstrom Rack at 30% off.

I remember seeing this pipsqueak on Shark Tank trying to convince the Sharks to finance his silly idea to make a brand around how to teach Alpha techniques to clueless males. The Sharks weren’t biting, so he took his flea circus to YouTube and found success conning insecure males with promises of magic hair creams or exfoliating masks that will transform them into Alphas.

Why does anybody listen to this guy? Personally, I can’t get past that weird bloodspot/extra pupil on his left eye. I imagine it’s the result of a eyeball vein rupture from his constant screeching. And ugh … the screeching. He’s like an even-more-annoying version of Charlie Day (I know, I know … I didn’t think that was possible) if Charlie Day had delusions of becoming the Ron Popeil of Alpha fantasies.

Anyway, somebody is finally suing his phony ass for fraud (ummm …. GUILTY) so he took to his YouTube channel to CRY ABOUT IT. Literally cry. All three eyeballs with tears in them, crying.

You know, just like an Alpha does.

As a teacher of Hierarchy this charlatan has offended me since the first time I saw his little, rat-like face. He’s teaching lies to inferior males while insulting true Alphas. He’s promising a world of power and consequence that most males were never meant to know. Frankly, it’s a world HE HIMSELF doesn’t know, since he is a pretender to the throne.

Eventually, Hierarchy always corrects itself!

Hierarchy 275 – Jamie – A Life-Changing Faggot

Jamie, the fagwife of straight Master Dino, has changed the lives of many Alphas and faggots, including mine!

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This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I get many questions from faggots about the service of straight Alphas. I always warn them – you can definitely serve straight Alphas, but don’t expect it to last forever and definitely do not fall in love. It’s almost guaranteed that the straight Alpha will eventually fall in love with a female and leave the faggot behind.

But occasionally love has erupted between an Alpha and his faggot. In the five years of this blog, I’ve witnessed two marriages between Alphas and their faggots. So ultimately, it’s possible that love can occur.

But the letter I received from a faggot brother named Jamie really blew me away and destroyed any preconceptions I had about the potential of the straight Alpha/faggot dynamic. You see, Jamie met and began to serve a straight Alpha named Dino, and now 15 years later they are married!

The letter Jamie wrote to me is so breathlessly adoring of Alpha Dino (even after all of these years) that I had to re-read it a second time to absorb it all. It is one the greatest love letters I think I’ve ever read.

I’ll get out of the way and let James tell the story:

I first saw Alpha Dino at a friend’s home. He was staying with them while separated from his wife. He emerged from a shower and walked through the room on his way out. He had dark hair, blue eyes, dozens of tattoos, and a body to die for. He only had on jeans, tiny streams of water still adorning his body. Our eyes met and I immediately cast my gaze down, said hello, and tried not to orgasm. He was AWESOME. He grinned a tiny bit and went to his room. I told my friend, “I’m having that “. He said, “No, He’ll KILL you. He’s just out of jail and I’ve seen him beat men bigger than you down for just looking at Him.” I said, ” then I’ll die happy.”.

I stayed the night KNOWING that something would happen and sure enough at 6 AM there’s a knock on my door. It’s the Master. We started to talk and I was just honest about who I am and what I could be for him. We talked for 7 hours without stopping, discussing our past and present. At that time I just thought I could be his side piece and that He’d go back to the wife. I had yet to realize my true calling of faggot. He still had the attitude of Alpha Male but had been beaten down by so many women that He lacked confidence. His wife constantly undermined things like His dick size ( 9 x 5 wasn’t big enough for her) his looks ( He’s the most handsome Alpha I have ever seen) sex takes too long (when Daddy gets horned up he goes for hours and fills his bitch with several juicy loads) etc… so even though He hadn’t realized His Alpha potential, I did. Just as immediately He saw I was a faggot when I didn’t yet know my destiny.

So He decided to give a fag a try, only because I was a faggot who immediately worshiped him and because I was good for his self-esteem. He said we’d have a date. We rented a hotel room for after dinner but we never left that night. He was showering and commanded me to get in with him. He made me wash his Holy body. He got out, barked at me to hurry and wash and get the fuck in bed. I did. We got high and I worshiped his body for 4 hours. He refused to cum. I thought I might die. After lying awake at His feet watching Him sleep for 2 hours I put His dirty boxers up to my nose and mouth and went to sleep. In a while, I was awakened by His foot gently kicking my head. It was obvious I had cried myself to sleep. He grinned and told me to come to Him. He asked what the problem was and when I told him that I realized after our session that I knew I belonged to Him, that I was created for Him. I told Him His cum was all that I needed to be whole, to become everything that I needed to be, that His cum was sacred, it gave life, and how blessed I would be if He chose to gift me with it. He grinned and punched me in the chest. I came INSTANTLY and He became very serious. He told me He hadn’t cum because He hadn’t fucked me. He never came in a mouth because He came so much nobody ever wanted it. Girls had thrown up trying to take his cum, the few who even wanted to try. Never a cum freak I nonetheless told Him it was my destiny to be His and that meant swallowing every precious drop of His sacred cum. As a matter of fact, I had, overnight, developed an overwhelming NEED for every liquid from His omnipotent body. He ordered me to ” go get my fucking cum then cunt.” This Alpha Man/God shot a load like I never had before and I totally became his. I choked and swallowed, He growled and cursed and held me on it, forcing me to take it all.

Then the REAL sex and dominance began. He spent the next 19 hours fucking my face, cunting me for the first time, and showing me that I now belonged to him. That was 15 years ago and I still worship my Alpha God daily. I could count on 2 hands the days He hasn’t gifted me, blessed me with his gigantic load. I am proud to say I know what every inch of my Master’s body looks like, smells like, and tastes like. I am a lucky faggot. It was a VERY rough road for us. The situation fucked with Daddy’s head for years but we both finally found our path as Alpha Male and faggot (now I’m a faggot wife) I have His name, his seed, and His domineering love. Whether He makes love to me, fucks me, rapes and beats me, or just allows me to worship Him until He has no more cum to spray into me, I am truly blessed. He owns my soul. I am His…

I am truly blessed.  One of the best things about my Daddy is his ability to shoot a load and just keep on going. I am such a happy faggot. I am sure we’re not the typical Alpha and fag because of our different life experiences. He truly is a straight Alpha Male who just happens to love a submissive faggot. Not many people understand that He’s still straight. I did get permission to say this. When He decided that I could be one of His holes He was still fucking women, as a Stud should be doing.

But after about 5 years He decided no cunt but me would be allowed to have His cum because it so SO Sacred so He started keeping His used rubbers, tied up and tucked under His nuts for warmth, and bringing them home to lucky me. While I hate to admit I wished that He’d stop seeing women I knew an Alpha deserved to fuck ANY cunt that He wanted. The fact He was gifting me with His cum instead of them told me lots about His feelings for me. I tell you the 1st time he did that I worshiped Him until He had no more cum. We found out that when cum is depleted, then blood oozes out. I had my Alpha God’s sweat, cum, piss, spit, AND blood that night. That was also after the first night He allowed His fucktard cumhole to sleep wrapped in His hard, Macho arms. Now I am allowed to sleep in bed with Him most of the time. Sometimes I sleep at His feet which is very satisfying.  I belong at His feet  and sit on the floor between His legs unless i am busy caring for Him. Sometimes He allows me to sleep with my face in His junk when I have been a good bitchboy.  When I have been stupid or bad I might get smacked or punched or kicked. If I am VERY bad He will make me stand on my knees in the bathroom and watch him piss into the empty tub where I would usually sit and then rub out one one his huge loads and wash it down the sink instead of feeding me.

After 15 years I am His in every way. Thanks to our marriage He now LEGALLY owns me, I have his name, and I have worked my way up His relationship chart. That means from our 1st meeting I was his hole to cum in. That is the bottom rung. Next reward is being His cunt, then His bitch, then His boy, then His baby, and at last His wife. But as He says almost daily, just because I have made it to wife I should never forget that, at my base I am nothing but his hole to cum in. Nothing in this world could make me feel so complete, so at peace as knowing I am my ManGod’s hole to cum in. my life’s purpose is fulfilled.  I am His fag.

P.S. Don’t think it’s been an easy life. Our 1st year or 2 were VERY dark ones. It’s a wonder I am still alive to tell my story. Daddy was, and is, a REAL Man. He’s a thug, He’s been in prison, He’s beaten 5 men at one time with me watching. He’s beaten me badly, there have been separations, misunderstandings, and lots of drugs and sex and bodily fluids PUMPED into me–all of it His–but it was all worth my reward, Him. I only pray that I have been the best cumwhore and perverted dirty bitch that I could possibly be because that’s what my God deserves–the BEST!   

It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?

I absolutely loved the eruption of passion between these two from the start. Sometimes it overtakes us, doesn’t it? This awesomely-powerful straight Apex Alpha saw the worship he wanted in the eyes of this helpless faggot, and simply took it.

I also loved the bit where Alpha Dino would fuck a female and tuck the used condom under his balls to keep it warm so he could feed it to his faggot when he got home. So powerful!

Jamie has hinted that Alpha Dino might be willing to talk to me (apparently he is the strong, silent type) which thrills me to no end. I adore talking to straight Alphas about their road to faggot ownership, but this case is extra special because of the long marriage. I really hope he manages to give me some time!

I don’t know if this example helps or hurts the multitude of faggots hoping for something like this for themselves. I guess the lesson is that you never know what might happen whenever you meet an Alpha, but nothing will ever happen if you don’t submit and offer yourself. Jamie offered himself, and now he lives a dream with a God!