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!
In the previous post we learned that Master Anthony was moody and clearly upset with something, but he wasn’t confiding his troubles with anyone, not even his loyal faggot Fabien. This troubled Fabien to the point that he finally begged his Master for answers and ways he could help.
While Master Anthony didn’t reveal the issue, he was comforted by his faggot’s concern and deep love.
Well, after a few days Master Anthony finally told Fabien what was bothering him!
Here’s Fabien:
A little update about Anthony’s mood. I think he’s going to get better soon. Yesterday he told me that he had decided to confront the guy flirting with the same girl as him and challenge him to a fight in front of her. He beat the crap out of him and held him down, until he pleaded for mercy and conceded that Anthony was the stronger man. The silly girl tried to make amends with Anthony, but he dumped her. Serves her right.
This morning, Anthony was hanging around the apartment in his pajamas, looking relaxed. He came to see me while I was making his bed. He thanked me for boosting his ego. I answered: “If your ego isn’t the size of the planet, I’m doing a terrible job and I’m failing my life’s purpose. You don’t have to be grateful to me, I’m just doing my duty as best as I can!” He got his cocky grin and said “I like that. But I want you to know you’re doing great. I’m glad to have you. You see, I love my bros to bits, but I always have to fight to remind them who’s the boss. It’s nice to know I can count on you for a shot of self-confidence.”
I believe I almost passed out with emotion. The next thing I knew, I was on my belly licking his toes and thanking him. Then he had me worshipping his cock; we were looking into each other’s eyes while I had his dick in my mouth and he tenderly stroke my hair, smiling smugly. I sucked him off again in the shower after soaping him up, and then again before he left for the afternoon. This time, he ejaculated all over my face! He wished me a good afternoon and gave me his orders for dinner.
Secretly I was proud of myself; I told Fabien over email that I thought a scenario exactly like this was to blame, and sure enough, I was right!
Although, honestly, it’s hard to imagine a scenario like this happening. According to Fabien, Master Anthony looks exactly like Tom Holland (hence the post header image) and is just as athletic … so why on Earth would any girl cheat on him?? It’s incomprehensible to me.
But once again my brother Fabien was absolutely perfect, following his instincts and kneeling to worship Master Anthony’s feet. This worship led to three consecutive blowjobs filled with raw passion and desire.
But it’s more than just the sexual service that’s involved. Master Anthony’s words show a deepening appreciation for his faggot, his personal property, his slave Fabien. As he feels his power growing, he acknowledges the contributions of the faggot kneeling before him. That’s not just God Alpha behavior … that’s Protector Alpha behavior!
The effect on Fabien is also profound:
Right now, I’m taking care of his laundry. I inhaled the scent of his underwear. I still can’t believe how lucky I am.
I’ve always emphasized that Hierarchy affects all of us all the time, and the basic tenets of its operation have been largely unchanged over all of these thousands of years of human history. Alphas have always led and been worshiped/served by inferiors, and slave males (now known as faggots) have always served these Alphas in whatever way they required.
A faggot cannot resist its natural urge to serve superior Men. This is, in fact, the entire purpose of a faggot. Alphas sense this need in a faggot and exploit it, even without thinking in some cases. This natural cycle is so deeply ingrained in Hierarchy that almost all of it happens at a primal level beyond rational thought. This is what I teach and apply in life, and that understanding has helped me change many lives both Alpha and faggot.
Sometimes I receive letters from Alphas and faggots expressing confusion, shock, or awe at these fundamental forces of Hierarchy. I usually find them amusing and sweet. I love using them as tools for teaching and reinforcing the truth about these forces that affect all of our lives. Two days ago I received the following letter from an Alpha who sort of fell into findom in college, and it has followed him now into his thirties … without really even trying!
Read:
Hey my name is Kevin, usually go by Sal, I ran into your site trying to do some research into findom. I’m not sure if your site or podcast is supposed to be satirical or not but my question is a bit absurd so figured I’d just see if you know the answer.
Some background: back in college I used to do I think some form of findom without really realizing what it was or what I was doing. But I’m still not really 100% sure what it is to be honest.
Basically I’d just do some dirty talking and Sph for older guys online with some bulge rubbing, showing my feet, sometimes jacking off. I got into it and they were into it, and they’d kinda just send me money randomly through the day. Which I did kinda get, I’m extremely well endowed and men have in general always become exceedingly submissive around me once they find out (not a flex just a fact for the story, can link my dating profile).
Over time as I spoke to more and more guys I started making decent money, like near the peak of it I was making a couple hundred weekly, even a couple thousand some weeks. It was fun, it let me quit my minimum wage job and focus on schooling, plus it helped me pay my way through college.
So fast-forward, Im 36 now, I have a career, I don’t cam or anything like that anymore due to the nature of my job. But I still have 3 gentlemen-2 of them especially, who have never stopped sending me cash regularly. Again I’m not doing anything for them anymore, no cam, no pics, no dirty talking. I still exchange texts with them casually, just about their day etc, they seem like normal people but ya I don’t know why they send me money. At this point in my life I really don’t need it and anytime I ask them to stop or not worry about it they just send more. It’s a decent amount too, I think that’s what kinda bothers me, like between the 3 of them it’s ~8-10k yearly probably. Is this still a turn on for people with this kink? Is it even this alpha/sub or findom kink? I’ve never really been able to understand it. I’m curious if you do.
Of course, I explained to him the mechanics of Hierarchy and the purpose of faggots. I also explained that this isn’t a “kink”, but an actual expression of purpose. These faggots continue to send him money years later even though he’s doing nothing for them at all (which is wonderful and shocking), but this behavior that seems so irrational is explained easily through Hierarchical mechanics.
I haven’t heard back from Master Kevin, the accidental financial Dom. I’m not sure if my explanation satisfied him or scared him. But his experience is yet another proof that Hierarchy is real and powerful and sweeps all of us up into it regardless of how we feel about it or, like in the case of Master Kevin, we even know anything about it.
Purpose is often hard to define … but even harder to avoid!
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!
Young straight Alphas deal with a lot of stress and pressure. I realize that, from an inferior perspective, these Alphas seem to have everything and little to worry about, but so much is happening below their perfect exteriors. They have intense, hormone-fueled mood swings, a roiling and constant need for sexual conquest, and they’re often overwhelmed by the burdens they feel as a leader of Men. They are constantly beset on all sides by women (and their truckloads of issues), expectations, and the uncertainty of their future goals.
True, everyone struggles through puberty. But Alphas are exceptionally powerful, so therefore their “growing pains” are equally more intense.
So what can help these growing Alpha powerhouses while they develop? Older Alpha mentors are certainly ideal, although finding them isn’t always so simple. Females are good for relieving sexual needs, of course, but they don’t know what it’s like to be a young Man (let alone an Alpha) and they often cause more stress than relieve it. And their Alpha peer group might be able to relate, but typically their interactions are competitive in nature.
That’s where a faggot is possibly the best solution. A faggot is entirely devoted to the needs of its Alpha, obedient and submissive to his every command. A faggot places no expectations on its Alpha, is there whenever an Alpha needs to blow off steam or receive comfort, and stabilizes its Alpha with constant reassurances of his power and superiority.
It’s such a shame that more young straight Alphas are not taking ownership of faggots and benefiting from this natural power exchange the way Master Anthony has been doing with his faggot Fabien!
Last night I received a beautiful email from Fabien about something that illustrates exactly what I’m talking about above. Please read:
My dearest Sam,
I must absolutely talk to you about something that just happened. I have shared a very delicate but, I think, eventually positive moment with Anthony.
You see, for several days I’d been feeling that something wasn’t quite right with him. I’ve found him more austere, less smiling, less cheerful. He hasn’t reprimanded me, so I didn’t think it was because of me, which was a relief. But it still hurts my heart to see him with less joy in life. I hesitated a lot about the right attitude to have. On the one hand, I told myself that he probably didn’t want to share his Alpha problems with an inferior male, even an older one, otherwise he would have done it. On the other, my loyalty compelled me to do what I could to make him happier.
This night, when I came out of the kitchen (now my bedroom), I found him sitting on the couch, in his pajamas, staring into space. It was too much for me. I decided to go and talk to him. I wanted to put him at ease, so that he wouldn’t think he was in a position of weakness if he were to confide his personal worries. I knelt down and kissed his feet tenderly, and I addressed him while keeping my head low at his feet.
I chose my words carefully. “My beloved master, forgive me if I offend you, but I have the feeling, perhaps wrongly, that something has been bothering you for the last few days. I want you to know that if there’s anything I can do to help you, or if you simply want to confide to someone what’s on your mind, you can tell me anything, in complete safety. I will never betray you. I’m completely at your disposal. I’ll do anything to make your life better.” And I immediately started gently kissing his feet again.
After a moment’s silence and a deep breath, he confided in me. He said it was nothing major, just an accumulation of little things. His strained relationship with his parents, teachers who reproached him for his insolent behavior despite his very good results. And then, lately, he’d been flirting with a sexy girl who, for the first time, seemed to be wavering, trying to make him jealous with another man.
I did my best to comfort him. “Master, someone as exceptional as you is bound to disturb some people. It’s normal for you to encounter some annoyances from misguided people. But please never, ever forget how far better you are than everyone else, in every single way. You are the most amazing young man. Look, you came to live here, you trampled on me and made me your slave just because you fancied it! And for that so-called love rival, I can’t believe you can actually have a love rival. Because a rival would be someone in your league, and that’s very, very unlikely. I don’t know this other man, but I know for sure that he’s no match to you. You could probably give him a beating any time you wanted. This girl may simply not be clear-minded enough to realize how lucky she is that you’re showing interest in her, but so many others, even hotter, will be!”
That’s pretty much what I remember telling him. He listened thoughtfully, then ordered: “Lick my feet”. “Gladly, Master!” After I’d licked his feet for a while, he leaned towards me and said, “You know, I’m not a sentimental guy, and I don’t express my feelings very much. But don’t think I don’t notice everything you do for me.” I replied, “You don’t have to justify yourself, Master! Not to me, never.” He seemed more relaxed. He went to bed and wished me good night.
First of all, what Fabien did in service to his Master Anthony was perfect faggot behavior. It’s exactly the kind of steady, low-pressure worship and service young Alphas need in order to feel safe enough to reveal themselves.
Fabien’s technique also followed my playbook to the letter. Fabien kept his head low and bowed, staying near Master Anthony’s feet. This kind of respectful submission allowed Master Anthony to relax and trust his faggot.
Imagine a world where young, developing straight Alphas could own faggots openly the way Master Anthony owns Fabien! In such a pure and ideal Hierarchical scenario, young Alphas would have choices and outlets to assist them in becoming more refined versions of themselves than they could without!
Alas, such a scenario will probably never happen. But fortunately there are honorable, thoughtful, deeply submissive and dedicated faggots like Fabien doing such work in secret, unheralded and largely unknown. Yet he soldiers on, serving Master Anthony faithfully and helping him to continue to develop all of the qualities he needs to live a life of a King.
I’m so proud of my little brother Fabien! Such an inspiration!
This clip is one of multiple scenes in the 2006 gay porn film “Heat Of The Moment” starring Blu Kennedy and Danny Bitho.
Bitho plays the Alpha roommate of closeted fag Kennedy. Through seduction (and some hot verbal) Bitho is able to get Kennedy to submit and service him.
Hi Sam. I’m not sure if you remember me but I asked you for advice a few years ago regarding a situation with my hockey teammate who I was also roommates with at the time. After I tried and failed to assert myself I updated you about well him using his underwear on me and I wanted to update you. A few years later and my hockey career is over. I lost my edge completely on the ice and couldn’t compete physically at all. Instead of training I spent my days sniffing my roommates dirty laundry and performing chores for him. Towards the end of the season he was performing on the first line and I was a healthy scratch. He knew it and would mock me relentlessly, but he had won. On the last day before we had to leave for the end of the season he finally fucked me. I would putty in his hands by that point and he knew it. He had me in a mating press and came deep inside me and it was pure euphoria. He actually went on and now plays college hockey but I couldn’t get him out of my mind so now I followed him to his college (I don’t go there I just live in town) and I watch his games like a fan. Sometimes it’s so embarrassing because I used to be better than him, but now I just feel like an utter simp.
This question is a follow-up to a thread from FWA dating 2022/2023 that has been restored and read by CLICKING HERE!
Oh, awesome! I LOVE hearing back from old stories and receiving updates! Thank you for being faithful and following up with me!
I do indeed remember your story! How could I forget it? And while FWA technically is gone, I have the archives stored in the new database and I found both of your “Questions From Readers” from 2022/2023 in there! I went ahead and recreated both posts here on the new site in order to properly present your update two years later! That’s how much I appreciate you getting back to me!
In my response to your previous question (from January 2023) I told you it looked like you were becoming this Alpha hockey player’s faggot. Looks like I nailed that prediction! This is about as Hierarchical as any story I’ve ever heard, and the lessons it holds about the nature of Alphahood are profound.
I’d now really love to know if he’s breeding other faggots, or if he bred you just to assert dominance. I’ve heard of some straight Alphas doing this, so it makes me curious now that I’ve heard this follow-up.
You feel like a “simp” because he took away your masculinity. This is a result of your own actions, right? You decided to try and subjugate him and make him your bitch (your words), but he turned the tables and thoroughly did that to you instead. It is purely a battle for dominance, and he decisively won.
I feel like you’re lost and hiding in the shadows stalking him. You’re pining for him and his power. He bred you with his seed, and it’s now coursing within you. You’ve been claimed. It’s only natural that these things pull you to him.
So why don’t you make contact with him, kneel, and offer yourself as his faggot? It’s what you really want. I’m sure he could use a servant like you in his busy life. He’s already bred you, and seeing you submit to him after a couple of years will instantly demonstrate how powerful he is. He’s not going to turn you down.
It’s what you need to do, brother. Stop living in this twilight world of indecisive wandering and embrace purpose!
Your other questions can be found here: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/category/fag-bobby-hockey-player/
Hi Sam, you may remember me from some months ago (or you may not) as the alpha hockey player who was trying to force his other annoying alpha teammate into faggot submission. You gave me advice about walking around barefoot and naked. Wrestling and attempting to humiliate him whenever I could to force his tendency’s to show. Well… it backfired. At first he thought I was just acting kinda strange to bug him at first constantly walking around naked but eventually I did get him to wrestle me and even though he is much skinnier than me he actually beat my ass. He takes time to remind me whenever he can and started asserting himself more in our apartment. Eating my food, taking my shelf space etc. and since I knew he could kick my ass I let him. Over time it has affected my play and my leadership in the locker room. He’s taken my spot on the first line and my presence in the locker room. Recently Ive been having strange fantasies about him and I hate it because he’s such a dick. Recently I was in the showers with him and he caught me staring at him as I didn’t even realize my dick was growing hard. It was extremely embarrassing and I need to know how to reassert myself. Do I need to take combat classes?
[ archived follow-up to THIS QUESTION from January 31, 2023 ]
Welcome to the wonderful world of Alpha politics! It’s complex, brutal, and necessary! Sir, I’m sorry this happened to you! This is an unexpected outcome for sure, one I couldn’t have anticipated just based on your initial description. However, it does aptly illustrate the electric fluidity of the power exchanges within the Alpha fraternity. So I take it you’re not interested in serving this Alpha now that he has asserted his dominance over you? He’s clearly demonstrating that he owns you to some social degree. He probably looks at you like you’re a faggot (or at least HIS faggot). Many faggots would adore these circumstances, but I can certainly understand why you would reject that idea, Sir. If you really want to reassert your dominance and challenge him, you’ll need to take certain steps. First of all, you’ll need to stop him from taking your food and other stuff in the living space. These are simple rules of ownership (it’s literally your stuff) that should be respected. The trickier part is the physical dominance. How much does this mean to you, Sir? Do you want to risk a violent episode for the sake of your Alphahood? If you do, you’ll need to prepare yourself for the confrontation. As a faggot, this is tough to answer. My answer would be to submit completely, but as an Alpha that might be unacceptable to you, Sir. However, I would add that there is nothing wrong with being his subordinate Alpha brother. You can still be Alpha to his Apex Alpha.
Sup fag Sam, I reached out to you recently and I wanted rob thank you for getting back to me in a timely manner. There’s quite a few alphas on my hockey team, but there’s one in particular that I clash with a lot (he’s my roommate as well). He’s good looking, but his long blonde hair and thin chiseled body looks kind of feminine to me. We argue a lot back at the apartment, and to be honest there’s nothing I’d like more than to look down on his once smug arrogant face and light eyes as I proceed to skull fuck the shit out of his. He definitely seems alpha to me, but I’m wondering… have you ever heard of an alpha becoming another alpha’s bitch? And if so, do you have any good suggestions on how I can start him on that journey.
[ This is an archived question from July 5, 2022 ]
Thank you for writing, Sir. If you look on my Hierarchical pyramid that opens the site, you’ll see I’ve created a kind of Hierarchy among Alphas. That is intentional. Alphas have a sort of Hierarchy amongst themselves with lesser Alphas serving more powerful Alphas. How to start that with another Alpha might be a bit trickier, but I think a lesser Alpha (or worse, a faggot disguised as an Alpha) could be baited into submitting, Sir. First of all, you need to be barefoot in the shared living space at all times. Watch your roommate’s eyes. Start walking around naked or nearly naked. Rub your cock/balls within his eye-line, and maybe even talk about how you need to unload. You’ll need to watch carefully for subtle clues (they will be very subtle), and then use any subtle clues to your advantage. Alpha subjugation is a bit like a wrestling match, which brings me to my next point: wrestling and horseplay can lead to some revealing moments (like accidental boners). If you can, try wrestling around with him and get him in a submissive hold where you can taunt him and tease him as your bitch. Anything you can do to coax his true nature out of him (if there is anything) must be fairly bold and unapologetic. To get him to submit to you and suck your cock, you will definitely need to overpower him with your own show of Alphahood, Sir. Good luck! Let me know how it goes!
I think I am dating a god alpha and he says that I am an Apex. So we like to know what is your definition of those.
Thank you both for writing, Sirs! I love to hear from Alpha couples!
I go over the differences in the post pinned to the front of this site (HERE), but I will go over it a little more.
I think Alphas in general are fairly easy to define for the most part. They are Men who are superior to lesser males physically, socially, economically, and romantically.
Among Alphas, there are certain Alphas who seem to be ones that other Alphas defer to and follow. These ones are Apex Alphas. There are a variety of reasons why they Alphas “submit” to these Apex Alphas … perhaps due to their advanced knowledge, their expertise, their looks and physique, or their social/economic placement. Whatever the reason, these “lesser” Alphas look up to Apex Alphas.
A God Alpha is sort of an “ultimate Alpha” amongst an Alpha Pack, the de facto leader to whom other Apex Alphas “submit” and follow. The God Alphas I’ve known easily take over rooms of other Alphas and are always the natural center of attention.
I will add this: the fact that your partner (the one you’ve identified as a God Alpha) told you you’re an Apex Alpha tells me he DEFINITELY is a God Alpha. He recognizes that he is your superior and your leader and accepts/embraces that role and is able to clearly identify both roles between you. That is something a self-actualized God Alpha can and will do!
I hope that makes it clearer, Sirs!
If you ever want to share your story with me, I’d love to feature it. Alpha couples are rare and mysterious enough that I think it would be good to examine it in detail and have a prototype for how it can work. You can write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a British faggot named Benjamin who successfully used my “Letter To An Alpha” to submit to his straight Alpha friend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
My fag brother Benjamin stunned me with his previous email that detailed his use of my “Letter To An Alpha” to come out as a faggot to his straight Alpha friend as they were on their way to a cabin for a getaway. The response of his Alpha friend to this new information was quite immediate and powerful, and it led to some interesting first few days together in that cabin.
Now Benjamin has written a follow-up email detailing the second-half of their cabin stay, and beyond. It gets wilder from here:
To pick up where I left off, the rest of our time in the cabin was a comfortable (for him especially) routine of service and submission. I cooked, cleaned and managed everything while Master relaxed, ate, drank and did whatever he wanted. There were only 2 other instances where our usual routine was broken.
The first came on the 6th night of 9. Master took an empty bottle out of the waste bin, and took it with him into the bathroom. As a fag, even my brain was able to process what he was doing, and I immediately got very excited that he was about to permit me to drink his Alpha piss, even as I was disappointed that I could not drink from the tap in service brother. He emerged about 5 mins later with what must have been around a litre (half a coke bottle!) which he proceeded to place into the freezer. I will admit I was confused brother, but I did not question Master and his infinite wisdom. Close to an hour (I think) later, he ordered me to retrieve the bottle and kneel in between his feet on the sofa. Master told me this was my first test. I had 1 minute to drink the entire bottle. Any spillage and I would be out. And left in the bottle and I would be out. Seeing as my only option to become his personal fag was to down it all, I went for it. Ice cold piss, even from an Alpha, is not easy to chug down Brother. This fag had to power through brain freeze, and suppress it’s gag reflex to such a bitter, strong taste, to take it all in. I managed with a few seconds left, but had to curl up on the floor at his feet for a minute afterwards until the brain freeze had subsided. In this time I vaguely remember the sound of Master laughing and the feel of his boots sole on my cheek. But I passed Brother, and that is what matters.
On the second to last night, the other test occurred. Master complained in the morning that his balls were full. This set off fireworks in my fag brain. Was I to be able to serve him sexually that night. No was the answer. But he did let me contribute. I was to spend time on Masters hookup apps finding a lady who met his criteria, and organising her coming to the cabin, fucking him, and leaving. I was to pretend to be Sir in this time and I was very successful. I found a 26yo who met Masters physical requirements and matched his kinks closely, and she was set to visit at 7pm. He was pleased, and told me he had made arrangements for me while he was busy. I was to curl up in Masters suitcase, which he then packed with a week and a half’s worth of his dirty washing, mainly underwear and t-shirts from his morning runs. It was fag heaven. I was told that he would be placing the suitcase under the bed. And sound, movement or anything which interrupted his fun, and I would fail my probation. And that is how I spent 3 hours in a suitcase under a bed hearing the ecstasy of a woman being fucked by an Alpha God. The combination of smells, sounds and the slight rhythmic pressure I could sometimes feel from above had me leaking the entire time. Eventually, he pulled the suitcase out and released me again. He did not say I had failed, or done well, only to pack his stuff ready to leave the next day. I will confess brother that in that moment, while packing his belongings, I had one moment of weakness. I searched Masters room high and low for any sign of a used condom, but I found nothing brother. In hindsight it was stupid to think a God would use one, and even if he had, I would not have deserved it, but his constant domination across the weak fried my fag brain.
The next day I drove us home, which was pleasant. Master was behaving almost as he had before, but still calling me fag. He said he had enjoyed the holiday and was already talking about doing it again. I dropped him home and he ordered me to be there again the next morning for his housework. That has become a weekly thing now. I do a week of work, and my Sundays are now spent cleaning Masters entire house, doing his meal prep for the week and if I am lucky a full foot clean and massage while he watches the game. I enjoy spending time with him, and he is very complimentary about the job I do on his house and his feet when I am privileged to do so.
Lastly, we are already planning another trip. As of this week he has found a different cabin, 2 bedroom, with a hottub that he would like. It would cost me about £2000, which is worth it for Master. And I can’t help but hope, given the timescale, that it is meant to be around the time when I pass my probation and become his full fledged personal faggot.
Can you believe this?? I find this experience to be truly amazing!
First and foremost, it never fails to shock me how rapidly purely straight Men adapt to faggot ownership. Years ago when I started the site that eventually became this monster I was constantly harassed by people who mistakenly insisted that straight Men would never do anything with a faggot. Clearly I (and others) have collected so much proof that they do that it’s irrefutable.
Benjamin’s story also serves to remind us to stop projecting our own needs and hopes onto our Alpha, but rather we should serve regardless of how he demands. There were multiple moments where Benjamin hoped for something (like drinking Master’s fresh piss, or sucking his dick) that didn’t happen. Disappointment in that can lead us to resentment or anger, but Benjamin rolled with it nicely!
And finally, Benjamin’s story reinforces something I’ve said forever, namely, that you cannot retain a friendship with an Alpha once you become his faggot. Before this trip, Benjamin was a close friend of this Alpha, close enough to be someone he’d want to hang with on a cabin vacation. But in just the space of a few minutes, really, Benjamin became this Alpha’s faggot, his toy, his slave … and not his friend.
And that friendship is gone for good.
Instead of being his friend, Benjamin became the faggot stuffed in a suitcase under the bed who was forced to listen to his Master do what he cannot: fuck and breed a woman! It’s something like what my second straight Master did to me that I call The Nuclear Option in that it totally realigns a faggot’s brain and makes it more obedient. I honestly always thought my Master made that up and I was the only faggot who ever suffered through it, but I’ve encountered it so many times now I’m starting to believe there is some kind of straight Alpha playbook floating around!
Or, perhaps, it’s just simply Hierarchical truth!
I thank Benjamin for sharing his thrilling experience of submission and service to this powerful Alpha Master! I have no doubt more is coming!
I don’t know if this video is more FraternityX stuff, but the young Alphas in this video are legitimately hot and really into gang raping this faggot! As I’ve said before, this happens in real life more times than we might think! #HierarchyIsLaw#HierarchyIsTruth
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’ve been pretty thrilled by the story Mike the faggot has been telling me about the training he’s receiving under the control of Master Steve. Little by little Master Steve is tightening his grip on the life of his eager faggot, stripping him of the delusions he once had about himself and teaching him how to truly serve.
In the previous post, we saw Master Steve mark his faggot pretty dramatically, cumming on his chastity cage and leaving Mike’s mind swirling and delirious. At the end of the post, I mentioned that I was excited to see what Master Steve had in store for his new faggot.
Well, I wasn’t expecting this!
The second weekend of my punishment was filled lots of firsts. I am not sure the reasons for so many test or why. But I stayed calm and felt what Master Steve was doing was for my own personal growth as well as his pleasure.
When I got to his house on Saturday, his sister was there so around her we only act like boyfriends. He only suddenly shows off his dominance between him and I around her. My cage was a constant reminder of his control. I need to write a separate just about my mental and psychological feelings, being engaged for the first time.
Saturday night when we got to bed, he once again ask me to sniff his pits while he jerked off. Of course he knew I was straining in my cage and I feel this was turning him on even more. He even allowed me to lick 2x. Once again he blew his load on my cage. Once he was fully relieved, he kissed me on the cheek and said we need to get some sleep. Here I was straining immensely in my cage so sexually frustrated with his fresh load drenched on my locked cock. It took me a while to deal with my frustration while he was fast asleep.
The next morning, before I started to make his breakfast, he called me into the bathroom. He asked for me to sit on the toilet, and then he proceeded to piss on my locked cage. I assume this was another way of him marking his territory as he did with the cum. As he left the bathroom, he told me to get in the shower because I was smelling like piss.
After I got out of the shower, he asked me have I been going to the gym? I didn’t wanna lie because I haven’t. I’ve been too embarrassed and worried about someone seeing me in my cage. I told him no and exactly why. He asked for me to get ready that we were gonna go for a little bit. He said here wear this and no underwear. It was a tight pair of nylon shorts that definitely showed off my cage.
The gym overall was not too crowded. After we did a light workout, I was hoping to head back home, but he said let’s go take showers before we go home. Mentally I went in full panic mode. When we got into the dressing room, luckily no one was in there we both quickly stripped, and we walked to the shower. The shower holds about 10 people. As we got into the shower, he stood in front of me and began pissing on my cage again. I was both turned on and scared to death at the same time looking around hoping no one would see.
He finished showering before me and left. About this time these two other guys walk in the shower and I could see them staring. They didn’t say a word. I left the shower and went to my locker Steve was nowhere to be found. About this time this black guy I believe his name is Kevin comes in and starts changing clothes. He kinda smirked and said well I never expected you to be a fag, nice cage. He asks was I self locked or did I have a keyholder. I froze for a second and quietly said Master. He smiled and said lucky guy. About this time, Steve comes around the corner and simply says yeah I’m the one that locked him. Steve looks at me and says get your clothes on. Let’s go. I see the two of them continue to talk and laugh. When I finally get ready, tell master. They say bye to each other and I see Kevin just staring. When we get in the truck Master Steve said he was proud of me. That made me feel great.
That evening was Super Bowl, his sister and several of our mutual friends came over. I was drinking beer, eating snacks and enjoying the game. At one point I got up and went to bathroom, Steve followed me into his master bathroom. He hand me an empty beer bottle and said for the rest of the evening I would recycling my piss. I didn’t know what to say. He told me to fill up the beer bottle and take it back out and drink it. I said I was not able to piss without making a mess, he grinned and said well that’s what I thought you would say, here’s a small funnel to ensure you don’t waste any. I filled up the bottle and he had his beer in hand and said cheers, we both took a drink. He said let’s get back out there and enjoy the game. He said I was to recycle until the game ended. I just said Thank You Sir.
I’m just trying to understand, is all of this punishment, testing me, or pleasing him? Just confusing.
It’s incredible how Master Steve is pushing his faggot Mike deeper and deeper into a constant subspace with targeted tasks. I want to focus on the two big ones featured here.
Master Steve decided to take his caged faggot to the gym while wearing virtually nothing to conceal it from onlookers. This is easy for a Master to command, but very difficult for a closeted faggot to perform. But Mike did it, and for that I’m very proud of him. He trusted that he was safe while with his Master.
However, Master Steve clearly had more buttons to push. The shower training was intended to force Mike to accept public humiliation and the acceptance of risk as part of his service in a dramatic way. But then Master Steve introduced a black Alpha named Kevin into the situation, and the exchange between Mike and Kevin should be an eye-opener for any faggot out there doubting how Alphas conspire together and accept the true roles of faggots in everyday life. I don’t know the relationship between Master Steve and Kevin, but clearly they’re Alpha brothers who know each other on some level. (I have yet to meet Master Steve and speak to him, so some questions remain unanswered) I told Mike privately that I believe we are going to see Kevin again, possibly to use Mike sexually. We shall see.
Then the Super Bowl party episode was another huge test, with Master Steve parading his faggot around and forcing him to drink his own piss all night. Training like this forces Mike to understand that in all normal situations he is still owned by an Alpha and Master.
To answer Mike’s final questions directly, Master Steve is both testing and training him with these tasks. And judging by Master Steve’s responses, he’s VERY pleased with his new faggot!
Hi man. My name is David and I’m 25. My English is not perfect, but I think you can understand me. Here the thing: I live with a slightly younger gay roomate. We got along very well, he’s openly attracted to me but he knows I’m straight and he never oversteps boundaries. Nevertheless, I feel like he’s very deferent to me, and he always compliment me a lot. He’s very friendly with girls and he always praises me to them and encourages them to fall for me. And he loves hearing brag about my fucking them. I must admit it boosts my ego to have a gay buddy like that. Looking to your blog, I’m starting to think I could have him submit to me even more. I don’t want anything sexual, but I’m interested in having a loyal servant boy. Do you think I could take steps further ? And how so ?
Sir, thank you for writing to me!
I’m guessing by your name you’re from France, and France has a huge number of straight/gay Alphas and a ton of faggots … it’s like a Hierarchical paradise. I say that to suggest very strongly that your roommate is very likely a faggot. Even if he isn’t fully a faggot in the sense that I describe here, he’s absolutely available for you to claim as your own property.
If you would, Sir, please try this with him. If you can get into a position (let’s say, on a couch) take your shoes off and place your feet in his lap and tell him to massage them. He will do this, I’m sure of it. Then tell him to kiss them. When he does this, tell him to get on his knees. Then tell him that you know he’s a faggot (I think you guys use the term pedale) and tell him you want to be his owner. Ask the faggot if that is what he wants. When he says “yes”, tell him “good boy” and then use scent training (armpits or crotch, whatever you prefer) to help cement your ownership.
Please let me know how it goes, Sir! I’m excited for you to take your Alphahood to the next level!
Hi Sam ,this is not a question but a thank you . Yes your methods work ,i took the caurage to fb message my bully which has a gf and never did dudes . You can read the whole story on my blog if interested but lss. he drove 5h by buss and i sucked him 3 times and once he fucked my brains out and it was beyond awesome ,he was super cool in every way and it just felt right. Thank you Sam ,you raised a generation . Btw im 28 now ,he is 30 and he used to bully me ,kick me and call me fag when i was 12. Life is crazy
That’s an incredibly thrilling story! I think most faggots have high school bullies (I know I do!) who we fantasized about, but I also believe a lot of those bullies were trying conceal an Hierarchical urge to dominate and use faggots through violence.
Reconnecting with those bullies and opening them up to the possibility of still using faggots is another level of fag skill, and I commend you for accomplishing this! Like I always say: JUST TRY. Be bold, submit, and offer service. Yeah, you might get rejected. However, more often than anybody (but me) admits, they might say YES.
Thank you for the link to the full write-up. I want to reproduce it here (with links to you, of course) so that people can easily access it.
I’m really proud of you! Hopefully it leads to more service opportunities!
Here is this brother’s post in its entirety:
Today was the best day of my faggot life. My elementary school bully visited me and fucked my SISSY BRAINS OUT.
I was encouraged one day after smoking a lot to send him a facebook message and i did. I said i wanted to see how he is and he told me that he doesn’t remember ,that i send a pic. So i send him the cutes pic of me and he asked for more. After a while he kept asking me what do i want from him. I said only to check in because i liked him in school and thought he was mighty hot. He said i have balls to admit this but said he has a GF and doesn’t do gay stuff. I said i am not gay im a fag and i feel like a gurl and dress up as one for guys like him. I offered for him to come to my place (which is a 5h drive by bus for him) and told him i will serve him dressed as a anime girl. He admitted
he already fucked a trans dude once but didnt want to cheat on his GF. I said ,its not cheating ,because its like masturbating. You are using me to masturbate. He laughed it off and said hes coming now and he might fuck me. I payed for his expenses of course as i ve been taught a good fag must do and gave him extra cash which he took almost as a thing was expected.
ANYWAY ,he came ,real cool ,no difference when he was in school ,he is kind but he is aggressive in every way of his being ,real real hot. We chatted a bit ,me dressed all sissy slut ,he ignored that completely and kept talking to me as if i was a normal boy. at one point he just took down his pants real chill and commanded with finger to kneel and suck so i did.
HE was very rough and came into my mouth. After that he used my PC to play some Dota and i just sucked him of under the table/ Again more cum in my mouth.
And believe it or not after that he told suck again and this time after a short while to get him a condom. So i did. He rough pushed inside me it hurt so bad. I asked for him to give me 20 sec ,he was getting agitated and asked if i want it or not . I said i do ,and let him mercilessly fuck my brains out. it was so good but unfortunately he had a condom. he left maybe i never see him again ,but god i want his cock all the time.
Moral of the story is . Be a faggot ,be yourself ,please your alpha ,do what he wants and you get an awesome time. And it was ,one of the happiest days of my life and also a major fag score ,getting your bully to fuck you.
Thank you for reading ,be inspired ,you can do it also ,sorry for grammar.
I have been successful as a faggot in serving straight Alphas. Almost all of the Alphas I’ve ever served were straight or bisexual, and all of the Masters I had were straight. I was motivated to start my online teaching because of this success; my first iteration of this effort was FagsWorshipStraights.Tumblr.com, which then quickly morphed into FagsWorshipAlphas.com.
Due to my years running FWA, I became quite well known precisely because of my skills in mentoring other faggots to approach and serve the straight Alphas in their lives. I did it again and again with such predictable results that either I’m incredibly lucky, or I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I’M TALKING ABOUT.
(HINT: It’s the latter answer)
Not only have my websites and my Questions From Readers been incredible teaching resources, but I’ve also created products to assist faggots to make this approach to straight Alphas. One was “May I Serve You, Sir?”, a small book that could be given to a potential target (available here). Another resource was “Letter To An Alpha” (link in the sidebar) that was intended to be a faster and more direct way to introduce a straight Alpha to the idea of owning faggots.
To date, both the book and the letter have yielded positive results (the letter moreso). Ultimately, it’s up to each faggot to (a) admit they need help, and (b) follow the advice I give. But I say this with complete confidence: There is NOBODY who is able to do what I do with my consistency. NOBODY.
My latest success story once again comes from a Question From Readers ask from a few weeks ago. CLICK HERE if you want to read it in its entirety. In summary, the reader (a faggot named Benjamin) was going on a cabin trip alone with his straight Alpha friend of eight years, and the faggot was desperate for any way to make an approach. I gave him some tips, and I suggested that Benjamin utilize the “Letter To An Alpha” approach.
Then Benjamin disappeared. However, he has returned with an incredible PART ONE of his experience with this (former) straight friend/now Master!
READ ON:
Hello Brother. As promised, here is the update about my time in a cabin with my Straight Alpha friend (I will be calling him Sir or Master from now on).
As you may have guessed from the last line there things went well. In preparation of the holiday I shaved everything below the eyebrows, locked myself in my new 4 mm chastity cage, and printed out a copy of your prewritten letter to give him as there was not reliable wifi at the cabin.
We travelled there pretty normally, but I think he could tell there was something up. Just before we arrived we stopped at a supermarket for the weeks food and he asked what was up. I didn’t know what to say, so I just gave him the letter, took the shopping lists and went in to get what we needed while he read. Once I was back to the car he was done (probably multiple times I guess) and he said nothing. He also just gave me a look when I tried to speak, and I didn’t press the matter.
I drove the last 10 mins in silence, until we arrived at the cabin. Master got out and told me to bring everything in which I happily did, beginning with the food which needed to go in a fridge, then Sir’s bags, and finally my own property. As I was handling the bags, Master was going through the shopping I had brought. Once all his bags were in, Master decided he wanted a shower and called me over to where he was sat on the sofa. He assured me that he had read and understood the letter, and that we would be discussing it after his shower but for now I was to remove his boots and socks, then I was to move all his bags into the Master bedroom. I was to put mine in the cupboard of the smallest room and I was to be waiting naked and on my knees outside his EnSuite bathroom for him to be done, with a towel ready to dry his feet. In addition to my orders, I also had my chastity keys on hand to offer him at this point.
He showered for what felt like 30 mins, 20 of which I was kneeling outside the door. Eventually he came out with a towel around his waist. I didn’t see his face as I was looking at the ground, but I could see that he was still soaking wet below the knee. He walked past me and sat on the bed, and snapped his fingers. I moved quickly to his new position and went to begin drying his feet, but suddenly felt a pretty hard slap to the side of my face. Master told me one of the rules this week was that I was to kiss any part of him I was about to serve before and after I served. I apologised, kissed the top of his feet (must be around size 12 for my fellow fags who want those details) and began drying. With his foot in my lap this is when he saw the steel of my cage. Master asked about it and when I explained what it was, that I had been wearing it voluntarily for 4 months and that I currently had the keys, he ordered me to hand them over. He sounded very eager to have any form of control over another person at that point. Only once both feet were fully dry did he speak again, and he told me to look him in the eye. At this point, Master explained the new dynamic he had decided on, and rules:
1) He is the Master and to be obeyed. I am the faggot who obeys.
2) I am to call him Master or Sir in private, and carry on as normal in front of mutual friends. He may decide to let individual friends know, at which point I am to call him Master even in their presence.
3) I am to respond to any name he uses for me.
4) I am to never ask for access to my keys outside of a medical emergency.
5) In private I am to be naked in his presence.
6) In private I am not permitted to use furniture in his presence.
7) In private, I am to crawl in his presence unless I am required to stand for some form of service.
8) I am to kiss any part of his Godly body before service, and after service.
9) Master reserves the right to take, keep and store any photos he takes of the faggot in service. These cannot be shared publicly without the faggots consent, but the faggot cannot request or demand deletion.
10) The keys to the chastity cage are the application fee, and will not be returned should the faggot fail the probationary period.
He then discussed that I am not permitted to call myself His faggot just yet. Like with all jobs there will be a probation period where he is going to assess if I make his life better, or if it is nothing he should put any effort into. I do not have a fixed time scale for this period, but I am sure Master knows what he is doing and it would probably confuse my little faggot brain so I didn’t ask.
From that point I did everything I was asked to the best of my ability. I lived as his faggot puppy for the next week and a bit. I cooked every meal bar one, I slept on the floor in the corridor just outside his bedroom so I could answer Masters call instantly. I ate my meals from a bowl on the floor only once Sirs plates and the pots used to cook were clean and tidied away. I paid for all the food, got his shower to temperature before he got in.
After three days I earned the right to clean his feet. He has already had me putting on his shoes and socks, as well as taking them off and drying them after his showers. But that night (and every night after) he had me prepare a bucket of warm soapy water. I was to kneel (as always) and gently wash his feet while he played video games. I spent half an hour washing each foot, getting between the toes and really exfoliating (I used a scrubber from my wash bag which I also use for my face), then another 20 mins massaging each foot after drying it. Overall, an hour to wash his feet. Master did not criticise so faggot was extremely proud.
There were other tests of loyalty and challenges across the week, which I won’t write out in this post, maybe others if people want to hear it. But those were the first three days. I am back home now, straining against my cage writing this out and hoping I did a good enough job.
THIS IS HOW IT’S DONE!
Yes, I provided the tools to Benjamin, but Benjamin was the one who had to use them bravely and with integrity. And that’s exactly what he did, and it worked (again)!!
This experience illustrates something I’ve always insisted: most straight Alphas are open to being worshiped and served by faggots nonsexually. Sometimes it becomes sexual service, but nonsexual service feels less intrusive to them while also giving them the power trip their ego craves.
It simply takes technique combined with courage. I’m so proud of Benjamin for applying my advice with faith and bravery.
My Master Aaron was one of my first serious Masters, and during the three years he owned me something special happened – I imprinted on his scent. While he did have me sniff his armpits a couple of times, the imprinting largely happened through foot worship and, even more impactfully, when he allowed me to sleep next to him in bed.
I remember the sweetness of his scent. Master Aaron didn’t believe in wearing deodorant, but he didn’t need it. He was a bodybuilder who had a very clean diet, and everything about him – piss, cum, and sweat – was as pure as a newborn. I remember nuzzling next his eternally-warm body, his heated scent swirling around me like a gauze of diffused salted caramel.
I knew Master Aaron’s scent was affecting me then (he knew it , too), but it wasn’t until years later just how much I had imprinted on it. I was at a bar and I was passing through a group of Alphas when I smelled that scent – Master Aaron’s scent – drifting in the air.
I froze and glanced around, looking like someone verging on a panic attack. WAS HE HERE? Sadly he wasn’t, but more importantly, neither was I anymore. Suddenly in my mind I was on my knees kissing his feet once again. His scent markers, sampled randomly in the air, caused me to flash back to those moments with him from many years earlier!
That’s the power of scent imprinting and training!
In the nine years I’ve been teaching Hierarchical concepts online, I’ve spoken at length about the power of scent training. Whenever I do, I have people come at me and claim that scent plays almost no role in Hierarchical power dynamics and attraction. Their doubt is often based on old studies that were inconclusive regarding the impact of scent on human relations.
But better, more focused research has been conducted that seems to be much more conclusive.
First there is THIS STUDY that goes into a general study of human pheromones and their effects on behavior. Notice how it defines pheromones:
Pheromones are “airborne chemical signals released by an individual into the environment, and affecting the physiology and behavior of other members of the same species.” Pheromones have traditionally been defined as either releasers, compounds triggering immediate short-term behavioral responses, or primers, compounds triggering medium- to long-term changes in behavior or physiology.
The same study also concluded that the “perception of a particular pheromone may be related to the genetic composite of the receiver” and “allows pheromones to play a major role in the sexual behavior and the choice of sexual partner in animals.” Humans are animals, and subsequent studies verified that there are “growing arguments for an influence by pheromone-like compounds on human physiology and behavior, and it is also possible that pheromone signals in humans, like in several other mammals (pigs, ferrets) may be transduced via the olfactory mucosa.”
Notice the depth and range of these pheromones:
“The natural human body odor consists of about 120 individual chemicals (Labows et al. 1979), of which some have pheromone properties. In general, body odors carry informational cues of great importance for individuals across a wide range of species, and signals hidden within the body odor cocktail are known to regulate several key behaviors in animals. For a long time, the notion that humans may be among these species has been dismissed. Psychophysical studies suggest, however, that humans, like many other animals, may be able to identify the emotional state of an individual belonging to the same species based solely on the body odor.”
Unsurprisingly, Men have much more intense and powerful pheromones higher in steroidal compounds that affect the moods of those receiving them: “Furthermore, smelling of two steroids, the 4,16-androstadien-3-one (AND), and estra-1,3,5(10),16-tetraen-3-ol (EST), have in several consecutive experiments shown to affect mood and arousal (Bensafi et al. 2003; Jacob et al. 2001; Lundstrom and Olsson 2005).”
Notice where the study isolates these mood-altering pheromones in Men:
“Androstadien-3-one (AND) is a derivative of gonadal progesterone and has been identified in urine, plasma, apocrine sweat, as well as semen and axillary hair (public hair).”
So we are not imagining things – Alpha scent is very powerful and impactful on those with receptors (females and faggots)!
There was also a fairly interesting (but in my mind, incomplete) study of “gaydar” when it comes to scent. I won’t dive into much of it because I feel like it’s missing some control experiments, but here’s what the study found:
“Gay men strongly preferred the odor of other gay men, lesbians gravitated toward the smell of other lesbians, and straight women rated the odor of straight men higher than that of gay men. Each group, in short, preferred the smell of their first-choice mates, indicating a scent-based ability to assess sexual orientation. Another study confirmed that gay men and lesbians can recognize and identify the odor of others who share their sexual preference. This kind of scent-based gaydar enables gays to pinpoint potential partners instantly.”
Notice how the study oddly seems to leave out straight Men? However, this study strongly suggests something I’ve been saying all along: straight Men (and of course, straight Alphas) can tell someone is a faggot even before the faggot knows. How? BY SCENT!
I would be willing to bet that if there was a study of males who self-identified as faggots, there would be the same reactivity to male pheromones as straight females. As the study above showed, there are specific pheromone receptors built into the ones meant to respond to them, and faggots respond just the same way as females to the scent of Alphas.
This was a lot of information, and I tried my best to walk you through the easiest path. Ultimately, scent is just as powerful as we’ve believed all along, so you’re not crazy for wanting to sniff your Alpha’s underwear or socks. You’re following your natural instinct to imprint on his scent the same way animals do.
And deep down, we are all animals.
I just want to add this weird little interview with Shawn Mendes where the interviewer asks to smell Shawn’s armpit and he let’s him do it! WE ALL UNDERSTAND THIS! It’s in our NATURE!
