There are certain parts of their bodies that Men and Alphas know control the weak. Their cock (of course), their feet, their hands, their muscles. But one part of their bodies often goes under-utilized in the exertion of their natural power: their armpits.
That’s not to say they don’t show off their armpits. Men have a natural inclination to raise their arms over their heads, displaying their hairy armpits. When you ask why, they’ll say they’re “airing them out”. However, I believe it’s a subconscious display of confidence and dominance on their part. They see how subs react to the display of their armpits.
It’s pure animal instinct.
But why does it have an effect? Well, male pheromones are concentrated in certain areas of the body, and the armpits are one of the most potent. An Alpha raising his arms releases his powerful scent into the air, subconsciously causing subs to weaken and submit.
Additionally, the armpit can be used by Men to train subs to serve. Pushing a sub’s face into an armpit is humiliating in the same way a foot is, but the added benefit with armpit worship is the direct marking of the sub with pheromones that hypnotize it.
Notice how this Alpha trains his faggot with his armpits:
Alphas need to become intimately aware of every form of power nature built into them. These powers exist for a reason. If Alphas are to lead, they need to master and harness all of the superior aspects of their bodies and minds!
The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Few things rattle me anymore. I’ve been used and abused and trained and loved. I’ve been raped, and I’ve been blessed. I’ve avoided nearly dying a couple of times, and I also saved a life. I’ve been owned by some of the most magnificent Alpha Masters I’ve ever known, and I’ve been used like a whore in more back seats, stairwells, and bathrooms than I care to admit.
In 2015 I started a Tumblr site called FagsWorshipAlphas to share my experiences and theories on Hierarchy, and to my surprise the site took off. I began using the site to chronicle the incredible true stories I investigated, and in the process profiled some unforgettable God Alphas. Some of these Alphas were so powerful that they practically reached out from the very code of my rickety website and fucked the minds of faggots all around the world. I remain humbly in awe of these life-changing Alphas. They blew over me and through me like tremendous hurricanes, leveling me yet leaving the air lighter and cleaner.
I say all of this to prepare you for this statement I really want to make: I heard from Kevin’s straight Master Kenzo today, and it left me profoundly shaken and exhilarated.
Kevin contacted me and told me that his Master, Kenzo, had listened to last night’s podcast about him. This by itself was enough to cause a sharp stab of anxiety, but Kevin reassured me that Master Kenzo loved it. He also said Master Kenzo would be willing to talk to me, so I shared my email and waited.
He wrote to me. I asked him some simple, clumsy questions.
I was not prepared for what happened next.
He wrote:
It is hard to put a clear start to it, because somehow, as far as I can remember, I have always known I was special. But of course, when I was a kid, I did not fully realize it because it was all I knew. But I was always the center of attention, the other kids sought My company and followed My lead, and even adults were indulging Me much more than the others. I have always been used to it, to people taking care of My needs and complying to My wishes.
This continued when I grew up. Girls were always attracted to Me, and I could choose the ones I wanted to be with. Boys were competing for My attention and My friendship. And the weakest boys were desperately seeking My protection. Which I gave them. I recall that in My childhood and adolescence, I already couldn’t stand injustice and unnecessary brutality. So whenever there were thugs bullying weaklings, I would give them a good, hard beating.
The funny thing is that both the bullies AND the bullied would become My friends after that. The first ones would become very agreeable to Me and would no longer hurt anyone without My leave. And the second ones would be so grateful and so admirative to Me that they would do anything to please Me, giving Me foods, money, doing My homework, doing Me any favor.
When I think back, I realize that I could already have owned them and used them all as faggots. But I learned some important lessons. The strong protect the weak and, in exchange, the weak serve the strong. And when you beat another male, you become the boss. I think that this is how I started to think My place in life and in society. Doing what is right and doing good to others thanks to My strength and My leadership, and receiving praise and service because of that.
So we can see the foundation of Hierarchical power being established early on in Master Kenzo’s life. Already, nature had singled out a young boy named Kenzo and began to align the world around him. And unlike a faggot like me or Kevin, young Kenzo knew exactly what to do with it.
But then Master Kenzo grew into a mature Alpha and began to discover new levels of power:
When I settled with My gorgeous, loving, loyal and obedient woman, when I claimed her womb to father two adorable sons, even before My twenties, I knew My virility was just extraordinary. I thought by then that I had reached the pinnacle of male achievement. So, as you understand, somehow I have always known My superiority. But it is only with Kevin that I recently began to fully understand the real extent of My birthright.
Kevin is very special to My heart. I’ve known him for as long I can remember. He was always there for Me at each step in My life, encouraging Me, guiding Me. He is a great guy, the smartest person I’ve ever known. He has always been good at bringing out the best in Me, particularly My self-confidence and My desire to protect lesser beings. I have no shame to say that I am a better God today because of his dedication and his loyalty to Me.
It has not been difficult to claim him as My slave and to become his Master and Owner because, first, in a way, he always did his best to please Me and support Me, and, second, because it has evolved gradually. He has been My devoted mentor, My helpful friend, My beta submissive and now he’s My slave. He has served Me personally, financially, domestically, then sexually… So, everything went naturally and smoothly, really.
Now, keep in mind that Master Kenzo is a straight Alpha. He’s a young breeder who has created two perfect boys with his wife. According to weak, insecure fools, he isn’t supposed to even consider sexual contact with another male.
Yet it’s precisely that contact that has led Master Kenzo onward to claim infinite power.
There have been some huge steps, of course. The very first time Kevin greeted Me by kissing My feet, I felt a warm rush of power in all My body. That this smart guy I love and respect was willing to debase himself so low just to honor Me, it felt so good and it said so much about Me. I must admit that I even briefly had a few doubts, but Kevin, as always, swept them away by rightly asserting that his intellect only made him a better inferior for Me.
I will always remember the first time he served My cock, or the first time he worshiped My feet while My lady was riding My cock. But when I ass-fucked him the first time, everything became even clearer. At first, I hesitated to put My foot on his head, like I do with My side fuck girls. The first time I did that was to put one of them on line when she was disrespectful of My lady, to remind her of her place. I thought that maybe Kevin did not deserve that, so I put My foot near his head rather than on it. And then he kissed and licked My foot, and I realized he was Mine to do whatever I wanted, exactly like My side girls. I could always care for him after.
When I turned him around and fucked him looking him in the face, he kept yelling how much he loved Me and adored Me. I felt like a King, like a God. I felt again that warm rush of power, and realized I could have everything and anyone I wanted. Any female, any male is Mine, Mine to claim, to enslave and to fuck. Just because I want it. And the way he rushed to kiss My toes when I shouted at him to worship Me, that was so empowering.
All in all, I don’t feel like My relationship with Kevin has radically changed. We still love each other, but now we understand better our places. I am his Master, his Owner, he is My faggot, My slave. And I’m proud to own such a great inferior because it reflects good on Me. The better the slave, the better the Master. He lives to serve My pleasure and My happiness, and I know he’s delighted. And I still enjoy his company just as much, or even better now that I know he would literally do anything for Me, that he would obey any of My order at a glance.
I really love who I am. I am gorgeous, strong, confident, smart, fair, good. I don’t want to brag, but I don’t want to deny it either by false modesty. I just know who I am. I am a truly incredible, superior human being. And everyone knows that. I am a model for ordinary humans to admire and follow, like the ancient Gods and heroes of mythology. I deserve to be admired and obeyed.
Notice how he now views his place within the framework of human justice:
I still strongly believe in justice. I strongly believe that Hierarchy and justice are not mutually exclusive. Men are not created equals, but they do have equal rights to liberty and happiness. It’s just that liberty and happiness are not the same for everybody. For Me, they are in power and glory. For inferior males, they in service and obedience to the likes of Me.
At some ultimate level of power the cares and concerns of the average male, even the frustrated efforts of lesser Alphas, disappear. The rules that the weak cling to for safety in the darkness of their uncertain lives have no hold on God Alphas. Life becomes a child’s game to these greatest Alphas, and everything in it (sexuality, politics, direction, purpose) is distilled into simple choices they can choose on a whim.
Master Kenzo ends his letter with that thought:
I don’t think that straightness and gayness are any more relevant to Me. I love fucking My lady because she’s the most beautiful creature on Earth, I love the feeling of My dick in her pussy, and I love to reward her for the good she does to Me. I love fucking lesser girls because I can be rougher with them and every pussy and tit has its charm. And now I know that I love fucking males as well, be it face-fucking or ass-fucking, because it feels good to deprive them of their manhood just because I can. Because I am a God and they are inferior to Me.
The big change now is that I want what is rightfully Mine. One slave is not enough for a God like Me, even Kevin. I want girls and boys at My beck and call, ready to bend over backwards for My tiniest desire. I want My lady and My heirs to enjoy the perks of my Godhood. I want pussies, asses and mouths at My cock’s disposal. I know there are many inferior lives just around Me that I can enlighten with My superiority and My domination.
This is the Alpha Ascension I’ve long described here. A Man becomes an Alpha. An Alpha becomes a God. Master Kenzo now knows he owns everything, and he can pick and choose what he wants to keep. His power is unlimited, tempered only by his own choices.
It has been incredible to even receive these words and transmit them to the world. It makes all of the struggle I went through to come back so very worth it!
So women and faggots and imitation Kings of the Earth, your true God Alpha has arrived! Kneel and serve Master Kenzo!
Hierarchy 263 – Fabien And The Need To Submit
Fabien shows that submitting ourselves to Alphas leads to greater opportunities!
SITE: https://hierarchypodcast.com/hierarchy-263-fabien-and-the-need-to-submit/
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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 truly one of a kind, a burgeoning God Alpha who is expanding his power almost daily. I can only imagine how overwhelmed my faggot brother Fabien is these days. One minute he thought he had a new roommate, and the next minute he finds himself enslaved to a truly irresistible young powerhouse.
I had some questions about Master Anthony’s sexuality. This means nothing to me, but it seems to mean everything to the insecure, close-minded straight Alphas who follow me and loudly proclaim that an Alpha who uses a faggot sexually cannot be straight. This is pure horseshit. Every sexual therapist knows of the countless studies of male sexuality that disprove such a narrow view of it. But whatever.
So Fabien bravely asked Master Anthony some questions about his sexuality:
To answer some points: I can confirm that Anthony is straight, because in the last few months we’ve lived together, he’s brought girls home a few times (never the same one, though!). And judging by what I could hear from my room at night, he’s as good a lover as one can imagine. 😉 I wouldn’t be surprised if he displays his dominance over me in front of some new girls one of these days. This morning, I asked him if he already had dominated someone that way before, and he said “I have already had boot-lickers, sure. But never yet a cocksucker as well!” He’s obviously used to people submitting to him in many ways, but I think I’m the first with whom he can take it this far, and the first to be a proper slave.
Just as I suspected! It’s clear that Master Anthony’s previously-limited experiences with faggots got his juices flowing for a more formal faggot slave, and he’s targeted Fabien as his first official property.
To make that acquisition even more official, Master Anthony laid down some firm rules for his new slave Fabien.
Anthony was staying at home all morning today, and just before noon, he beckoned me to come and see him. I knelt before him, and bowed my head to the ground at his feet before straightening up. “Nice one” he said. “I’ve decided it’s time to set some rules”.
I’m trying to remember and to transcribe his words and my answers as faithfully as possible.
“From now on, you’re to call me either Sir or Master at all time, up to you and depending of the circumstances. Understood?”
“Sir, yes Sir. Thank you, Master.”
(Small note: I also have to use “vouvoiement”, something that can’t really be translated into English. Basically, it means using the second-person pronoun in the plural form (“vous”) rather than the singular form (“tu”) to adress a single person. It is used between people who don’t know each other, or in a formal context, but also… as a mark of respect to a superior.)
“Good. You are allowed to continue sleeping in the guest room when there’s no one else, or otherwise on the sofa bed when there’s no one else. But your official sleeping place is in the kitchen, is that clear?”
“Perfectly clear, Sir. You’re so generous, Master. Thank you so much, Master.”
“I want more money. You will pay me the tithe. You will give me ten percent of your monthly income. You can afford it, can’t you, boy?
“I’ll cut in my expenses in order to, Sir.”
“Good boy. You are to worship my morning wood every day, and be ready to give me head whenever I want. Improve your cocksucking, ask help from chicks if you need to.”
“I will, Sir. Thank you for the honor, Sir.”
“When I get out of the shower or walk into the apartment, you come and kiss my feet.”
“Gladly, Sir.”
“Finally, if you want any favor from me, you can beg me. I don’t mind you begging. But you shut the fuck up if I tell you to.”
“Of course, Master. Understood, Master. Thank you, Master.”
“Any question, boy?”
I once again bowed my head to the ground. “Not for now, Sir. Thank you so much for enslaving me, Sir. I am deeply honored and happy to serve you, my Master.”
“Such a good boy. Go make my lunch, slave.”
He has left for the afternoon, and since then, I am working at my job (home-working, like most days) with even more enthusiasm and a beaming smile, knowing that I’m working for his direct profit.
A surprisingly-complete set of rules for a young, first-time Owner! Master Anthony has clearly been thinking deeply about what he wants from a faggot slave, and he laid it out beautifully.
Fabien’s reaction to this is telling. When I first met Fabien (has it really only been a week??), he was somewhat resistant to the idea of submitting to this young Alpha. But as Master Anthony has tightened his control and use of Fabien, what I’ve noticed is that Fabien has BLOSSOMED WITH JOY.
And this is a lesson for faggots. We need the control and dominance of Alphas. We need to submit and obey and please them. This service brings us HAPPINESS, not sadness. It gives us FREEDOM, not restriction.
Listen to how Fabien ended his latest update:
Just a few months ago, I was looking for a roommate to have a buddy and lighten my budget. But instead, I met a young cocky hunk who enslaved me. And I can’t stop smiling! What a destiny!
THIS is what Hierarchical truth can do for both Alphas and faggots (and everybody else) if they simply apply it and LIVE IT!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of college Master Eros who has discovered the service and worship of faggots. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When young Alphas learn how to hunt, capture, and enslave faggots, something special happens to them. Their worldview opens up, and they begin to grasp the massive possibilities of their magnificent lives. It’s one of my favorite aspects of teaching Hierarchy. I love seeing young Alphas eyes open to view the world as it really is.
A month ago I was contacted by a young Master named Eros. He had come to an exciting realization:
My name is Eros I’m a 20 yo bi college student and am contemplating my place in the hierarchy.
I’ve been overweight most my life and just getting into shape now. I think that this has effected my self confidence drastically and have noticed a change in my demeanour since I’ve started.
I’ve read some content on your website and think im an alpha maybe,
For a long time I though I was switch and Evan though maybe a bottom, not submissive, but a bottom.
Over time I’ve realized that I don’t care to pleasure another guy at all, every time I would meet up to suck a dick or try bottoming. I end up topping or receiving. It would just naturally happen sometimes.
I’ve never been a person who had many friends. Never really cared to but looking back iv noticed that people always wanted or want to befriend me or “shoot the shit”. Evan in high school (I didn’t notice it then) popular kids would talk to me and I’d just dismiss it and go on with whatever I was doing. I was never bullied in high school unlike grade school where I was for my weight.
Throughout my life I’ve been conditioned into a submissive mindset. the highly processed nutrition-less diet, porn addiction, an overly effeminate mother who refused to enroll me into hockey or other sports (or anything masculine also not a financial affliction)I never noticed any of these things before
But now I’m realizing I’m a different person then who I was conditioned into being. I’m in control and ambitious unlike ever before. My mother resents me for it, I can tell. She want to be in control on me like a perpetual childhood but I’m done with it.
I’m just trying to figure out what and who I am at this point.
Another case of Alpha latency! You can feel him searching to explain the nagging feelings he’s experiencing!
Then, out of nowhere, Master Eros noticed something he’d never seen before – a faggot offering itself to him!
I think I found my first faggot the other day. I was at school leaving organic chem to the parking lot. On the way I was walking behind these two people a guy (the prospective fag) and a chick way out of his league. I was just walking behind them and he kept looking over his shoulder. I dismissed it at first but then something happened. The girl split off and he continued on the path I was taking till ahead of me. Then he walked into the bathroom and made direct eye contact with me as he entered. I could tell in his eyes. I stopped dead I’m my tracks and knew what I was supposed to do but just kept walking. This was a small failure on my part but I’m feeling more confident everyday now thanks to your site. I’m realizing the innate feelings I’ve suppressed my entire life are okay, great and even powerful.The habit loops iv allowed myself to partake in are degrading to my soul and have been for years. Porn and marijuana addictions are the most prevalent but I’m I think ready to let it go and quite literally man up.
I’ve realizing these addictions are how I’ve been unhealthily suppressing my “alpha rage” as I think you’ve put it. This is truly an Epiphany for me and I think I’m ready to act accordingly next time.
Recognizing faggot behavior and understanding what needs to happen next is part of the development of the Alpha hunting instinct. Lion cubs don’t kill on their first try. They watch and pay attention to situations first, learning as they go, until they make their first kill. It’s the same with faggot hunting.
I was so proud of Master Eros at this point, but it was about to get better!
Hello faggot, I’ve had my first fag and believe I’m on route to owning his soul. He’s a 26 yo that work in hospitality at a hotel. We met on grinder. At first it was just a blow job but ended with me fucking a load down his throat. He thanked me after and I felt so powerful. I got his number and I messaged him after laboratory so I could unload again. The first time we met he was kinda demanding in his own faggoty way. He kept asking me spit in his mouth and take my shirt off I did when I was ready of course.
The second time I was much more comfortable. I made him remove my boots and worship my feet at the door. He said I have nice big feet but I never really though about my feet as nice before. Just feet but I guess it’s heaven for a faggot. Then he blew me in the living room this time because I demanded it. I watched Focus on Netflix as he served me. First he blew me for a while until his jaw was sore. I was nice and let him massage me feet for a bit so he could rest. Than basically rinse and repeat three or four times. Between He would just plant his face to one side of my cock and balls and rest. I consoled him a little saying “I know you need this. It’s okay” he would nod in agreement face still planted. Eventually I said “are you going to make me something to eat after I cum” half jokingly, he looked so happy and said yes immediately. He continued to suck my cock until he was sore again I hadn’t cum yet but was hungry so let him make me something. He made this awesome “TikTok salad” I ate two servings. After this a asked if he wanted to drink my piss he declined “not today” and I accepted it. I don’t think he understands he’s a fag yet. He called himself a sub so I was not as dominant as I wanted to be.
After the salad I let him rest his head on my lap for a bit while I watched my movie. He looked at tiktok (a deplorable addiction if you ask me but he’s a fag so idk) then it was time the movie was about half hour out (the climax just happened) and I needed to bust so I told him he was going to suck my cock until I cum and not to bitch about his jaw. He just nodded and kinda whimpered, then went to work and after a while I could feel him getting tired. So i told him to lay on the couch on his belly so I could just fuck his hole over the arm rest. This went on for a bit then he started to resist. At first i allowed it a little but got fed up. I just lost it. He had taken my dick out to breath and put his head down. I just grabbed his head opened his mouth and started fucking it. He resisted but I said “take it” he gagged up a few times and i pulled out far enough to let him swallow it back down. But eventually I didn’t care all I said was “keep that fucking throat open” when I felt it close. This hard core throat fuck went on for about 10 minutes before I busted unlike ever before I was all sweaty and pumped. I suffocated him with my cum and cock for a some time before I let him come up for air. The movie was over and I got dressed while he just laid there defeated. He saw me to the door though. I told him if he shaved and prepared I would fuck him. I intended to soon.
This is a rather new development for me but you where right about how I “carry myself” after. I’ve noticed in the past I’ve felt like I was showing off when I stand up proud chested and with good posture. Not gonna lie I think it’s a defeated alpha male trait. A survival instinct to evolutionary stay alive when defeated. Keep in mind I’ve slouched slightly most of my life. All the sudden it feels so natural and comfortable to stand tall like I’m at home everywhere if that makes sense. I’ve also become more social and outgoing. Generally these are uncharacteristic traits of me unless I’m trying to accomplish something. Before I would only really talk to people if there was an exchange of useful information that benefited me, but now I seem to be more open to an expanding variety of conversations. I’m still pretty selective about it but have definitely noticed a difference there as well.
Just wanted to say thanks for the help understanding my place. I think this is what I’ve been missing my entire life.
I’ve never felt better.
What a startling turnaround! Boy, when Alphas smell blood in the water, they swim right after the target!
I am so impressed by Master Eros! He discovered this truth of Alphahood hiding within himself, and rather than shrinking back in fear, he courageously charged forward to embrace his destiny! Pure Alphahood!
Few phrases uttered by Alphas cause such intense feelings of submission and devotion in faggots like simply saying “Good Boy”. Why is this?
The phrase is commonly used by pet owners as a way to reward/encourage good behaviors in their animals. You rub the head of your dog and say “good boy!” and the dog’s tail wags excitedly because it knows it pleased its Master.
The illustration is appropriate. Faggots are very much like dogs to Alphas.
Whenever an Alpha assigns a faggot a task, it is like an Owner demanding that his dog “sit” or “stay” or “heel”. And like any dog Owner, an Alpha expects his faggot to obey. When the faggot does obey or even exceeds expectations, it’s appropriate to tell the faggot “good boy”. This reinforces good behavior while simultaneously diminishing the faggot and relegating it to a status like a kept animal.
It’s important to reinforce a faggot’s inferior state. If a faggot isn’t constantly reminded of its inferiority, then it eventually loses focus and begins to resist training. Telling a faggot “good boy” is an affectionate, encouraging way to reinforce its inferiority.
Any Alphas I’ve ever interviewed have always told me the same thing, that telling their faggots “good boy” makes their faggots serve with much more enthusiasm and dedication. They see their faggots light up when they’re called by that phrase.
Of course, an Alpha can get the same effect on a faggot by saying “good faggot”, but “good boy” has an additional layer of affection that endears an Alpha to his faggot, bonding them in a more personal way. Some Alphas may not want a close relationship of that type with their faggots, so I’d recommend that they steer clear of saying “good boy” to them.
But to the Alphas who would like a stronger emotional hold on their faggots, the term “good boy” is the best of both worlds; it properly diminishes the faggot while rewarding it with attention.
Just like a pet dog.
(By the way, I made the graphic above and put it on a tee-shirt. It would look good on a lot of good faggots out there! You can check it out and buy it by CLICKING HERE!)
Years ago on my old site FWA I wrote a fairly legendary defense of my prolific use of the word “faggot”. That article came as an angry response after I’d had something like 13 Twitter accounts and at least seven Tumblr accounts banned simply for my use of the term.
Since then, the world has become even more stridently PC. Everybody takes offense at everything, typically without understanding the reasons why someone might be using a term that someone else might label as “offensive”.
“Faggot” is near the top of such a list of offensive words despite it having a longstanding context rich with Hierarchical meaning.
Since at least the late 1800’s the term “faggot” has been used to describe submissive slave males. Books of that period like “Harry Blount” liberally used the term to describe the male slaves of young straight males. This led to the common 20th century use of the word as a derogatory slur steeped in homophobia.
But thanks to the internet the term “faggot” has been restored to its proper place in Hierarchical language. It is now understood to represent submissive males whose sole function is to serve the needs of superior Men and Alphas.
In the first century these faggots were commonly called “eunuchs” because they were sexless, inferior/failed males who lived to serve. Jesus mentioned this at Matthew 19:12 when he said: “For there are eunuchs who were born that way, and there are eunuchs who were made eunuchs by men, and there are eunuchs who have made themselves eunuchs on account of the Kingdom of the heavens.”
Because of its rich, longstanding meaning in the English language, the term “faggot” has taken on a power that can change lives. There are no other words that can force a male to submit like the word “faggot”. It acts like a command in hypnosis, triggering certain submissive males to instantly obey the Alpha using it.
To understand this, all we need to do is imagine someone calling us various slang words for weak or inferior. For instance, we might get rattled if someone called us “pussy” or “bitch”. But if someone calls us a “faggot”, they’re making specific claims about our very nature. This deeper meaning is understood by everyone.
When this term “faggot” is embraced by those actual slave males among us, dramatic, life-changing effects are realized. Now labeled correctly, the faggot often has an epiphany that is accompanied by great joy and relief.
I quite famously participated in an event with a gay Alpha Master named Master A on a live Twitter Space in 2022 that demonstrated the absolute power of the word “faggot”. In that session Master A and I managed to get 88 sub males to admit to the live group that they are faggots. Several of these newly-outed faggots were thrilled to be able to say that for the first time. However, many others broke down in tears and deep sobbing because the emotional weight lifted from them at the moment overwhelmed them.
Now imagine the effect an Alpha Master has when he calls his submissive properties “faggot”. The word creates an instant and massive Hierarchical divide between the Master and his slave that cannot be denied or forgotten. I can tell you from personal experience that an Alpha calling me faggot causes me to immediately shrink and submit. Any experienced faggot knows what I’m saying is true.
That is why I’m so defiantly using the term “faggot” today. There is simply no other word that more accurately captures who I am and my function within Hierarchy. I don’t shrink back from its use, not in the face of the keyboard warriors online or in my everyday life. I am a faggot, born with a commission to serve our greatest Men. To hide from that feels exactly like what it is: a betrayal of natural order.
I’ll give you an example from my recent incarceration episode. When I was being booked, I was handcuffed in a police station holding area. As I was waiting there, an officer walked into the room and started loudly telling another officer about “this faggot” who was doing something wrong. The second time the officer said “faggot” I yelled out: “Please stop using the word faggot like that!”
The officer looked at me, startled. Then she said, “Why…are you one?”
And I stared back at her and replied, “Yes.”
She walked away.
I am not ever backing down from using the word “faggot”. It has changed my entire understanding of my life, and it has helped countless others in their search for purpose. It is a word of tremendous power, both good and bad.
Here is my Hierarchy Series video titled “What Is A Faggot?”. Enjoy!
The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When an Alpha claims a faggot and starts using it, so many changes take place between both the Alpha and the faggot. For the Alpha, his power vastly increases and his new view of the world (through the lens of Hierarchy) makes all things possible. For the faggot, it humbles itself and understands the benefits of serving selflessly. For both, there comes a seismic shift in consciousness as each one comprehends the natural power of Hierarchy across their life and how it connects them to a much larger social structure.
For new faggots, this shift in consciousness is truly profound. Some of that is due to the fact that the faggot must surrender whatever masculinity and autonomy it thought it had. But there is also a need for a faggot to embrace that word “FAGGOT” as an identifier. I’ve written many times about the psychological importance of the word “faggot” and how accepting it helps a faggot deepen its appreciation of its purpose. I’ve done social experiments with faggots online, coaxing them to admit to a group of strangers that they are a faggot, which led to some breaking down in tears of joy. Why the extreme reaction? Because most faggots live in a twilight world of lies and self-deception, and it’s only when they openly admit that they are faggots that those lies are lifted away and there is an exhilaration of newly-felt freedom. They realize it’s okay to be a faggot, that they have purpose as a faggot. Hierarchically-speaking, faggots are just as natural as Alphas.
In my previous post about Master Kenzo breeding his faggot Kevin, I quoted Kevin as saying the following: “Having His godly seed within me make me feel a better man.“ When he said that in our conversation, I originally let it go and kept talking to him about the experience of being bred by Master Kenzo.
But anyone who knows me knows I don’t miss those little moments to teach truth. So after a while, I circled back to it. I quoted the line above and responded thusly:
“You are not a Man. You’re a faggot owned by a Man.”
At this point I’d never heard Kevin refer to himself as a faggot. He always characterized his service to Master Kenzo as something a friend would do for another friend he loves. But that is NOT what is really happening between Master Kenzo and Kevin, and I just couldn’t let Kevin go on living a lie.
Kevin continued to deflect: “You’re right of course, forgive me. I meant that having His godly seed within me made me closer to be a man than I could ever be.”
Wrong again! So I became even more specific: “But Men don’t have the cum of other Men inside them. His breeding of you is replacing your DNA with his. His cum is replacing your thoughts with thoughts of him. You are his property now.”
Kevin somewhat conceded my point: “Yes I am. Thanks for putting things so clearly!”
And then Kevin started asking me questions about cunting and what that entails. I was afraid Kevin still didn’t understand my point about being a faggot.
Then, out of nowhere, Kevin broke the conversation with this: “Sam, I think I’m truly processing some things only just now. I am not just a beta male who happens to submit to his superior young best friend. I. Am. A. Faggot.”
“I AM A FAGGOT.”
“I am Kenzo’s slave! I AM MASTER KENZO’S SLAVE!”
And then, after a pause, Kevin added: “Oh Sam my brother, that is so liberating!”
With acceptance comes a deeper understanding of our larger role within the tapestry of Hierarchy, roles we fulfill whether we are aware of it at the time or not. With Kevin finally embracing the term “faggot” and understanding how it perfectly describes what he is to Master Kenzo, he began to see everything differently: “Sam I’m starting to think that it’s not a coincidence that I met Kenzo when He was a little boy and that I mentored Him all his life. I feel like I was destined to be His slave, to be the Awakener of a God. For so long I thought I was like an older brother to Him, but I was actually the servile preceptor of a young God! I feel so privileged!”
Then Kevin boiled down his new understanding of purpose through the use of the word “faggot”: “My very existence is to be His slave. My life has no other meaning than serving Him.”
Like I said earlier in this post, faggots who confront and embrace the word “faggot” and its meaning tend to have overwhelming feelings of joy mixed with fear. The word is so specific and so true that it cuts through all of the lies and misconceptions and perfectly distills purpose. Once a faggot is cornered by the power of the word “faggot” and forced to confront it, there is no turning back.
And that’s exactly what happened with Kevin during our conversation. He concluded this way: “Oh dear sam I’m overwhelmed with emotion! I’m almost shaking! My heart is so full of adoration for Him I think it’s going to explode!”
This is the exact right response!
I hope you can see from this dialogue how faggots subtly mislead themselves, and the result when a faggot accepts the label of “faggot” and all that entails. I’m so proud of my brother Kevin for going through this process with me, as well as Master Kenzo for using Kevin in such a way that he was able to accept his purpose!
Hierarchy is more than simply an explanation of sociological or sexual preferences. It is a pathway that each of us travels to understand ourselves and our purpose. Embracing our own truth gives meaning and direction to our lives!
Today it was Kevin’s turn to accept what he is. Tomorrow, will it be you?
The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Straight Alphas who take to owning and using faggots during their Alpha development will, more likely than not, start using their faggots sexually over time. There seem to be two factors determining whether a straight Alpha will use his faggots sexually: (1) how early in life the Alpha started owning faggots, and (2) the power level of the Alpha. Straight Alphas who own faggots in their teens and early twenties will almost always use their faggots for sex at some point. And the more powerful an Alpha is, the less likely he will be to care about the sexual “rules” that society uses to dictate straight/gay behavior.
Of course I use the terms “straight” and “gay” loosely when it comes to Alpha sexuality, not because they don’t apply, but because for Alphas sex becomes primarily an expression of POWER rather than sexual attraction. It’s been completely documented by me (both in my own life, and online) that straight Alphas often use faggots sexually because they love the UNLIMITED POWER they feel, and it rarely has anything to do with sexual attraction (because their natural attraction remains for females). In fact, every straight Alpha I’ve ever talked to reports the same thing, that they never stop being attracted to females no matter how many faggots they fuck.
When I first started talking to Kevin about serving his longtime straight Alpha Kenzo, they hadn’t had any real sexual contact at that point, but I fully expected it to happen based on what I outlined above. And the more I learned about the deep way Master Kenzo was integrating his faggot into his family, the more sure I was that Master Kenzo would eventually use Kevin sexually.
For instance, there was this surprising bit of information:
Since last year, I’ve made some changes at home. Or should I say, in His second home, as we now call it. I’ve moved into a small spare room, and the master bedroom is now, well, the Master’s bedroom, and it’s exclusively reserved for him. And he has the keys to the place, so he comes whenever he likes, with or without notifying me, and sleeps in his room in his second home from time to time. Needless to say, I just freaking LOVE waking up and discovering that He is here! Sometimes He notifies me before coming and gives me some orders, like telling me to prepare some meal for Him. When I wake up to find Him at home, I obviously serve Him breakfast in bed. Sometimes I wake Him up by licking His feet or, heaven forbid, giving Him a blowjob.
Uh, what was that last part??? I asked Kevin to clarify that comment about the blowjobs.
Yeah I have sucked his cock, but not immediately, just a few months ago. We never spoke about it, but one day, He came home, He was in a sad mood. I greeted Him on my knees and kissed His feet. Then, He stared at me for a brief moment, and He pulled out his cock. We both knew instinctively what was coming. It was my very first time sucking a cock, so I can’t say I did a good job at first! But I think I’ve improved since then, in any case he seems quite satisfied, for which I’m grateful. He does cum, in my mouth or in my face, whatever he feels at the moment. Of course, I take pride in swallowing everything I can.
So it’s clear to me at his point that Master Kenzo loves owning and using his faggot just as much as he loves his woman and his kids. They are all part of his Kingdom, and all glorify him in different (but essential) ways.
Kevin wanted me to know more about his integration with Master Kenzo’s Kingdom.
I’d like to say a few words about His girlfriend. We’ve known each other for as long as they’ve been dating and we get on well, because I’ve known Her man since His childhood. When I began to serve Him financially and at home, she enjoyed it a lot. And, as far as He told me, she had very little trouble accepting I was now clearly their family’s servant, and she doesn’t resent the private time I spend with Him. She is madly in love with Him (obviously!), and she seems to accept that He deserves worship and service from me. When I serve them both at their primary home, cleaning and cooking mainly, or looking after their sons, I always greet her by kissing her feet too, now. I’m pleased to say that we both know our place. I respect her as my superior, because she can please my Master in ways I cannot and because she has given birth to His sons and heirs. And she enjoys the perks of my services and she respects what I do for the Man we both worship. So you see, I really am the very, very lucky servant of a beautiful young alpha family.
Speaking of being a servant of the entire family, Master Kenzo often entrusts his two young sons with his faggot Kevin whenever he goes on vacation with his woman (which is paid by Kevin!). And Kevin had this concern:
You see, as I told you, Kenzo has two sons, who are now four and two years old. I love them very much and have no doubt they will become great Alphas – they are from His seed, after all! They will be teenagers when I’ll be on my late thirties and my forties, so I can’t wait to watch them grow like their Father. My Master (and my Lady) often trusts me with them, and He expects me to help them realize their places in the world in due time. When I’m alone with them, I obey their whims, except those that would put them in danger, or anything else their Father warned me against. Of course, I don’t do anything that isn’t their age, I only allow myself to kiss their feet sometimes. I often wonder when and what I should explain them. Obviously, I won’t talk to them about anything sexual until they reach puberty. And I wouldn’t sexually serve them myself until they come of age. But should I help them find inferior boys their age? When should I start verbalizing their superiority over me and others? You see, as I told you, Kenzo has two sons, who are now four and two years old. I love them very much and have no doubt they will become great Alphas – they are from His seed, after all! They will be teenagers when I’ll be on my late thirties and my forties, so I can’t wait to watch them grow like their Father.
I thought this was a very keen concern Kevin expressed, one that I’m sure many Alpha fathers of sons would think about when incorporating his faggot into the mix. I recommended to Kevin that his role should be that of a butler for Master Kenzo’s kids, simply a figure of submissive servitude. Kevin shouldn’t have a role in raising Master Kenzo’s boys in any way.
Fortunately, Master Kenzo seems to share my opinion:
Hi brother! Just to follow up on what we’ve been talking about, I wanted to let you know that Kenzo and I had a very lovely and open-hearted conversation yesterday, while I was massaging His feet on my knees in front of Him. We spoke frankly about His sons and how I should give them space to their alphahood to emerge while strictly respecting boundaries. He spoke candidly to me about the joys and challenges of fatherhood at his young age and said He was glad I was there for Him like I’ve always been. It was such an intimate moment!
This is the mark of a truly powerful Alpha! To be able to listen to a faggot’s concerns, consider them deeply, and reply with thoughtful advice or direction is the mark of a natural born leader! It’s why he’s worshiped so early in his life, and why he will always be revered as a King of Kings!
Once again, I thank Kevin (and Master Kenzo) for sharing their incredible story! Hang tight, because things really get crazy in the next post!
