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!  

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

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

https://noelwyatt.bdsmlr.com/post/789004069

Brother, thank you for writing! 

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.

I can’t wait to hear the rest of this!

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!

When are all Alphas going to finally surrender to the undeniable truth?

This is the natural state of a Man.

Relaxed.
Confident.

WORSHIPED.

Being served in every way by his slave.

His FAGGOT.

It is NATURAL ORDER.

HierarchyIsLaw

HierarchyIsTruth

This picture is perfect.

It captures a faggot in full acceptance. It’s properly locked out of respect for other Men, out of respect for the large Alpha cock that is prepared to fuck it and breed it.

The faggot has its legs in the air, ready to receive its Alpha and his seed.

And its face is peaceful.

That is the peace that comes from fulfillment.

A reader recently reached out to me with an unusual literary question that I loved. He asked me if I knew anything about “The Epic of Gilgamesh”, the world’s oldest written fable (dated around 2,500 B.C.E.).

Of course I did know a bit about it, having briefly touched on it while acquiring my English Literature degree while partying and sucking dick all the time. That’s probably why the story got lost in the fog of my college days, and its obvious application to Hierarchy.

See if you can recognize the qualities of the story’s lead, Gilgamesh:

Gilgamesh was tall, handsome, strong, smart, and the King of Uruk, a walled city-state in what is now Iraq. He was reported to be 2/3 divine and 1/3 human. He was also a pretty major malignant narcissist. As a consequence, he was a very bad king, who viewed the kingdom as his personal candy store. His position as a leader was all about getting everything he wanted at the expense of whomever had to pay. He exploited his position and his people for his own base enjoyments and personal enrichment. When we meet him, he’s not married, but he insists on always being the substitute groom who spends the wedding night with any young woman of his kingdom who is married, and then he moves on to the next special treat he plans to give himself. He wears out the young men of the kingdom in competitive games just so he can win, over and over, and continue to prove his immense superiority.

It’s probably not a coincidence that the oldest written story is centered around a great and powerful Alpha, and he also happens to be a Destroyer Alpha!

Of course, society eventually tries to fight back by appealing to “the gods”:

The people complain to the gods, “Help us with this guy! We can’t take it any more!” And the gods do something creative. They make him a counterpart, an equal to him in size and strength, and they initially put this man into the woods to live with the animals as their protector. While Gilgamesh is a man of the city, this new creature Enkidu is a child of the forest. Gilgamesh has experienced the height of sophistication in an urban setting that at its peak had up to 80,000 inhabitants. Enkidu as a nature boy has a mindset of simple innocence. Rumors of his existence, great strength, and exploits in saving the animals from hunters make their way to the city, and Gilgamesh is both intrigued and troubled. He has to meet this individual and perhaps once again prove his superiority over what is quickly becoming an urban legend and, in that sense, a threat to his own reputation as the strongest and greatest man alive.

In other words, the gods create a Protector Alpha named Enkidu!

Gilgamesh doesn’t like this threat to his domination over inferior humans, so he hatches a plan:

Gilgamesh goes to the big religious temple in town and approaches the beautiful temple prostitute—which was apparently a well-known job in ancient times, serving to unite the world and the spirit in distinctive ways—and he asks her to go find this legendary man in the woods and use her special skills to lure him to town. She agrees and is successful. Enkidu arrives just as Gilgamesh is about to exercise his jus primae noctis (right of the first night) or, as it later came to be called, his droit du seigneur, and the wild hairy man of the forest intervenes to stop the king from this presumptuous deed. They fight violently and it’s basically a tie. Gilgamesh is very impressed. So is Enkidu. They instantly become best friends, and soon go off on adventures together. The prayers of the people have been answered.

Just to be clear, Gilgamesh was about to take the virginity of another man’s bride when he’s stopped by Enkidu in pure Protector Alpha mode. The two Alphas battle, but they develop a mutual respect for their powers and become the world’s prototypical Alpha Pack.

I really wanted to touch on the story of Gilgamesh to demonstrate that Hierarchy is ANCIENT and FOUNDATIONAL. It also demonstrates that all peoples around the world throughout history recognize Alphahood as a very real type of advanced, superior Man.

As we fight to get people to understand and accept the principles of Hierarchy as the ultimate truth governing human life, it’s good to look back into history to see that the foundation upon which we rest our purpose is as solid and true as any mountain.

#HierarachyIsTruth!

i am a 23 year old faggot who has been in service to my Master Damien for more than two years.  In those two years, my Master has taught me what being a slave to an Alpha Top should be.  He has allowed me to do His laundry, clean His apartment, cook His meals, run is errands, detail His car.  i am sure that you get the idea.. He keeps me satisfied as His fuck puppet also.  He is forceful sexually and insatiable.  He has made my life as His slave joyful.  i can think of nothing i would want to with the rest of my life than to be His servant.

Here’s the problem:  He is being reassigned to a different city for His job and He has made it clear that He is not going to take me with Him.  i cannot understand how He could just brush off my devoted service and my worshipful devotion to Him.  What is a faggot to do?

Brother, thank you for writing! 

I’m so sorry that this is happening! It’s definitely one of the hazards of being a faggot, and if you asked me it’s the worst aspect about it. It’s heartbreaking, but it’s also confusing as well. 

Since I was owned by straight Alphas during my fag “career”, I ended up needing to be dismissed because my Masters fell in love and got married (to females, naturally). It killed me every time, of course, but the first couple of times hurt much more because I was inexperienced with controlling my emotions. I’d come out of being a fag slut and discovered how wonderful (and more fulfilling) it was to be owned and trained by an Alpha, so I was desperate to cling to those Masters (they were incredible Men, too). 

But with my next couple of Masters I had developed myself emotionally to the point that I had a very philosophical, “serve in the moment” focus that helped me remain more detached and accepting of these kinds of losses. 

I guess I’m giving you a long-winded version of a “time and experience heals all wounds” speech, brother. Master Damien gave you the experience of a lifetime, and he shaped you into the wonderful faggot you are today. But he’s far from the only great Alpha Master out there. Your next Master is going to be one lucky Alpha, indeed! 

My thoughts are with you, brother! Love you!   

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

2024 was a phenomenal year for God Alpha Master Lorenzo. He finished critical studies and began work as a scientist and a lecturer. He managed an incredible acquisition of his first truly owned faggot Giovanni by moving Gio and his mother from Europe to Brazil, where he takes care of both of them.

But God Alphas aren’t content to remain stagnant, especially not young ones with the kind of dominance and intelligence Master Lorenzo possesses!

Late in 2024 Master Lorenzo added a second faggot to his rotation, another cute young faggot named Rafael. This was critical, because Master’s huge dick was too much for little Gio’s tight pussy to handle for daily use. The addition of Rafael provided days in between fucks to recuperate.

Households with multiple faggots can be challenging for both the Master and the faggots. Its success hinges on whether the faggots can lose their egos and remember that they are united in focus on the needs and pleasure of their Owner. Fortunately it seems that Gio and Rafael are managing to do just that, leading to a great amount of personal satisfaction for Master Lorenzo.

I was so glad to receive this update from Master Lorenzo:

Things here are going well. Gio`s mother wanted to spend Christmas with him, which is understandable, so I invited her to my house and Gio cooked a wonderful meal for the three of us. Rafael (my second fag) also wanted to be with his family, so I told him to spend the 24th and the 25th with his parents. On New Year’s Eve, however, I decided that I want both boys with me, so I talked to Gio’s mother that he would spend Jan 1st with her and the 31st with me. It was a very important bonding moments for my two faggots. 

I had been concerned about them because, although both were serving me very well, they would hardly ever interact with each other. For me it is not enough to have two sexy faggots on my feet I want them to get along well and learn from each other how to improve their service. My idea was to make them prepare a little New Year’s party for the three of us together. I knew that Gio or Rafael would be happy to do anything for me, but I specifically told them to do the groceries, prepare the house, cook a nice meal, make the drinks, and get new clothes together. The boys spent the whole day on Dec 30th running errands while I was at work and my plan worked perfectly well. When I arrived home at night, they were chatting in the living room, laughing together, and hanging out and all the things I asked were done. 

I held both of them together, Gio in my right arm and Rafael in my left arm, and we cuddled for a long time. I told them that I wanted them to see each other as brothers whose goal in life is serving me. Gio was more reluctant at first because he was used to having my full attention, but it didn’t take long for him to understand that I still love him. I also made it very clear that we are not a throuple. I am the only man in the house and they are two faggots who must obey me. They agreed and said that they would do their best to make me proud. I told them that I was already very proud to see that they had completed all the tasks, so I kissed both of them in their mouths and told them to give me a double blowjob. 

Both Rafael and Gio had sucked my dick hundreds of times before, but doing it together was a new thing for all of us. They didn’t know exactly how to react, so I told them to relax and just follow my orders. I trained them to alternate between my dick and my balls, so Gio starts sucking my dick while Rafael worships my balls, then I snap my fingers and they change. It was a wonderful exercise for my boys. Needless to say, I also trained them to get fucked together. I put Gio in missionary position on the edge of the bed and Rafael goes on top of him so their bellies can touch. They start making out while I put some lube in their holes and while they kiss each other, I alternate my dick fucking Gio’s hole and Rafael’s hole in this position. They also learned how to get on all fours side by side shaking their asses to me. 

See how marvelous it is when an Alpha can relax in his Kingdom in peace while he is served by obedient faggot slaves? It gives the Alpha even more confidence and energy to accomplish even bigger things!

Master Lorenzo now has this first part of his Kingdom in place and serving harmoniously. He’s set up an orderly arrangement to control this:

2025 started better than any other year I’ve ever had, Sam. The boys are very obedient and get along well. Rafael doesn’t live with me yet because he’s too connected to his parents, but he comes to my place every Friday night and serves me until Monday morning, when he goes to work. In fact, Gio is a lucky boy because he has much less work now, for Rafael cleans the whole house on the weekends. I also refrain from fucking Gio’s pussy when Rafael is here so he can rest his hole. For me, it’s perfect because I have two warm mouths and two tight holes to use. I will eventually own other faggots but for now I prefer to focus on these two and train them as much as possible. 

The new Fag Schedule looks like this now:

Monday: Romantic Night with Gio

Tuesday: Good Boy’s Night with Gio

Wednesday: Puppy’s Night with Gio

Thursday: Femboy’s Night with Gio

Friday: Femboy’s Night with Gio and Rafael 

Saturday: Romantic Night with Gio and Rafael

Sunday: Total Submission with Gio and Rafael

I think that schedule is pretty amazing! It’s so well balanced, making allowances for his faggots’ need to feel affection and safety with his own need to dominate and be worshiped.

As Master Lorenzo expands his Kingdom to include more faggots, this will become the template by which he can rule them all effectively. I’m so proud of Master Lorenzo, and I’m proud to be called his faggot as well!

Hola Sam,

This is Master Jose Luis from Mexico again. I’ve been using fags online and developed new forms to train sub boys who cannot serve in person and make sure they are fulfilling their purpose in life. I decided that my goal for 2025 will be expand my stable as much as possible to give lonely and depressed boys a purpose. I’ve never been so sure about something in my life.

I will send you a longer email when I have time with updates for my thread, but for now I want you to tell your audience what you think about me as an alpha and advertise my new goal. I want more faggots and I am one click away on jose.luis452@yahoo.com

Master Jose, thank you for writing! I’ve recently updated your thread on the site, so hopefully more faggots will see you and read your story (CLICK HERE).

In the few months I’ve known Master Jose, I’ve watched him embrace the fullness of both his power and purpose as an Alpha Master. He’s a Protector Alpha of the highest order, a true Man who wants to shepherd and protect faggots. Those are RARE qualities to find in an any Alpha. Any faggot who really needs an Alpha who wants to help them deepen their submission should reach out to him!

It’s been a great privilege to know Master Jose and bring his story to the world, and I look forward to continuing to serve his needs! 

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Hi brother Sam ! I hope you’re doing well ,first I wanted to thank you for all the work you do for the community and bringing awareness to fags everywhere and helping them embrace their faghood and serve masters and alpha men as intended ,you’ve spoken before about your time in jail but I was wondering if you could tell us more and elaborate on your time in there and how you served your fellow alpha in mates -what did you do for them ,how did you serve them and how did you approach the topic ? I would love to know and be inspired by your devotion to being a good fag and slave even while in Jail , thank you brother 

Thanks for the question, I guess! LOL

First of all, I was in FEDERAL PRISON, not jail. There is a big difference.

It took me a little while to get acclimated to being in a place like that, a place where I definitely did not fit in. People move differently when incarcerated, and there are all sorts of petty rules and signals one has to learn. For example, I was almost beaten up by one inmate because I couldn’t stop whistling songs in my head (whistling was used to signal when a guard was coming).

But I’m a friendly person and I make friends easily, so I quickly assembled a few allies. None of them were faggots or gay, but they were more playful about it with me.

As far as what I did Hierarchically, well, I cleaned the bathroom for my floor every day. This was something I did voluntarily, and I did such a good job that several of the black Apex Alphas and God Alphas on the floor rallied around me whenever someone threatened me.

There was an Apex Alpha who ran his own little commissary store from his cubicle, and he relied on me to purchase items for him to replenish his store when he was low. I bought items for other Alphas when they were low on funds.

My two biggest faggot-related accomplishments were:

1. I sucked off two straight Alphas, one black and one white. DeAndre (not his real name) was a 40-year-old black Alpha who looked 25 who I sucked off three times before he left. But my proudest accomplishment was my Master Jack, a jacked 32-year-old white Alpha who was totally depressed when I first met him. Then I began to talk to him about his Alphahood, and he brightened up, began furiously working out, and eventually had me suck his dick in the unused band room with the lights off.
2. I started formally interviewing Alphas about their Alphahood and their thoughts on what made them Alpha and why Alphas are important. I talked about Hierarchy so much that I became known for it, and some people started using the language of Hierarchy with each other. It was quite inspiring to see how quickly they embraced the truth of it. In one case, I used Hierarchical principles to help a young black Apex Alpha named “D” understand why he needed to cheat on his longterm girlfriend, and he was so impressed that he told everybody that I solved his issue!

While I never want to be in that situation ever again (obviously), I learned so much from a Hierarchical perspective that it seemed almost inevitable.

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Sam, I am living a dilemma and my brilliant older brother (you!) will certainly know how to help me.

I am 18 and I have been serving two men, Jack and Harry. Jack is 19 and Harry is 34. Jack is annoying and acts like a high schooler, he only talks about NBA and Marvel movies. I usually suck his dick in his car and that’s it. He acts more like a bully than an actual Man. On the other hand, Harry is a lawyer, extremely fancy, speaks several languages, takes me to dinner in wonderful restaurants, and has a wonderful dominant Alpha energy anywhere he goes.

The decisions seems obvious but the issue is: Jack’s dick is heavy, thick, and has 8 inches, while Harry has a normal girth and is around 4.5 inches. I am still a virgin, but I have been sucking both of them for months. Both want to fuck my virgin hole, but I want to choose only one Man to take my virginity and serve full time.

I’m desperate to finally having a man fucking and breeding me, but at the same time I’m afraid to choose Harry and end up not feeling what I could feel with Jack’s dick in my hole. I love sucking both, but Jack destroys my throat while Harry dominates me because of his presence and energy, not so much because of his dick. Jack doesn’t care if I serve other Men, he just wants a cumdump, but Harry told me that he will only take my virginity if I stop serving other guys.

I am starting my life as a faggot now and I don’t want to make stupid decisions! Can you please help me, brother?

Thank you for writing little brother! It’s an exciting time in your life, and I certainly want you to start it off on the right foot! 

To me, the answer is crystal clear, but I want to first tackle the dick size issue (again). Big dicks don’t make a Man more virile, more powerful, more anything EXCEPT that big dicks are fun to play with. The idea that hung Men are more virile or potent is simply an illusion in our minds that is reinforced by stereotypes in media, etc. 

I have served Alphas with huge dicks (like 11 inches+), and I’ve served Alphas with average dicks. I’ll tell you the truth: one of my best fucks came from a very dominant bodybuilder with a very average dick. It was how he handled himself, handled me, and he just exuded confidence and power. So that’s where I’m coming from on this.

If you’re faced with losing your virginity, do you really want the first time to be an extraordinarily painful experience with a freakshow-sized cock? Is it really that important that you suffer through it just for the thrill-ride aspect of it?

Here’s the other part of it: the huge dick is attached to an Alpha who sounds pretty dumb and doesn’t give a fuck about you. He’s going to take that big dick of his and hurt you with it because he probably enjoys hurting people with it (because he’s dumb and immature). 

Meanwhile, you have an experienced, personally and professionally powerful older Alpha who wants to take your virginity and take ownership of you as his special possession. He cherishes your virginity, and wants to shepherd you and train you to become the best faggot possible.

So again, the choice seems pretty clear to me. The older Alpha should be your focus. He’s going to provide you so much more in every way, and help you become the faggot I know you want to be. 

Good luck little brother! 

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I am an Alpha and my boyfriend is my faggot. We’ve been together for almost 2 years and in the last 6 months he’s been obsessed with rimming me. He loves to worship my ass while I’m in the couch sitting on his face, he rubs his tongue on my sweaty hole for hours and hours. Sometimes I jerk off with his tongue in my hole and then I turn to cum in his mouth.

I don’t really care about this to be honest, but I don’t mind it either. He is a good fag so I like to reward him too. Sometimes we’re coming back home in the car and while he drives he already start saying that he wants to worship my ass.

However, I want to know more about this habit. Considering your experience, do you think there is any chance of this habit escalating to him wanting to fuck my ass? There’s no chance this is going to happen. How normal is it for faggots to love rimming a hole that they’ll never own? I have been thinking about cutting this habit, but I know he’ll feel disappointed and consequently will be less obedient.

Master, thank you very much for writing to me! You’ve presented an intriguing issue that I think could use some clarification. 

I want to congratulate you on two years of successful ownership. You honestly must own a good faggot if you’ve kept it around this long. A Master with a good faggot is not just a credit to the faggot, but also the Master. It is through your guidance, training, and use that you have molded your faggot into exactly what you want it to be.

Well, except for the rimming part, I guess.

I was impressed that you’ve indulged your faggot’s desire to lick your ass even though it does little for you. Most Masters would dismiss the faggot before ever capitulating to a faggot’s fetishes, so it’s to your credit that you allow the faggot to lick your ass and satisfy its interest. Ultimately, the faggot licking your ass is pleasure/stimulation/worship for YOU (unless you’re allowing your faggot to jerk off while it does this), so there’s not a lot to complain about, really.

Let me dissuade you right from the start, Master: your faggot has ZERO interest in fucking your ass. True faggots can’t even conceive of fucking anything; they’d have a better chance of translating ancient Sumerian hieroglyphs. Faggots are born to be fucked, and that’s all we understand how to do. 

But many faggots do have a desire to lick their Alpha’s asshole. Why, you ask? Well, the mental/emotional mechanism comes from the same place that causes a faggot’s need for foot worship: a need for humiliation. Licking and kissing a Man’s foot – the lowest, dirtiest part of his body usually – is humiliating and humbling. Most Men would rather die than do that, but for a faggot it’s a need as important as breathing. 

The only place dirtier and more degrading than licking a foot is licking an asshole. It essentially reduces the faggot to something like toilet paper. This type of degradation is important to faggots because faggots have deep feelings of unworthiness and immense gratitude to even be allowed to serve Men at all, so we want to convey to them all the time that they are our entire world and purpose. 

Your faggot feels like it is communicating this to you through this action, Master (or it wants to subconsciously). When you think of a faggot like a dog, you can start to understand these communication signals a bit better. A dog cannot express itself through language, so it communicates its love and appreciation in a variety of physical ways that we can often understand (even if some of them annoy us). Your faggot doesn’t know how to truly express the enormity and depth of its grateful submission to your glory … so licking your ass is a way to convey that.

That said, I think it’s a bad idea to let the faggot indulge in its fetish over your own pleasure, Master. Ultimately, your pleasure and satisfaction is all that matters, and allowing the faggot to use so much of your time “pleasuring itself” through rimming you is bad for the faggot. It needs boundaries, Master. Let it do some of that, but for whatever time you give it for that form of worship, you get reciprocal time devoted to your needs as a Man (or something like that). 

I went deep on this one, Master, like a faggot’s tongue on an Alpha’s asshole LOL. I hope I was able to help you understand this a little better. Frankly, as a faggot that believes sincerely in licking an Alpha’s asshole as a form of glorifying and elevating him, this helped me, too. So I thank you for letting me examine it. 

I do hope this improves, Master. You’re clearly a quality Alpha and Master, and you deserve everything you want!  

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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!

The last I heard from my faggot brother Fabien was last Thursday after Master Anthony had enjoyed his 22nd birthday with his faggot and was heading out that night to celebrate with his Alpha Pack.

Now, I know Alphas about as well as I know faggots; this comes when you’ve served them and been owned by them as many times as I have. And I warned Fabien: BE READY FOR THEIR RETURN. I knew Master Anthony wasn’t going to miss a chance to show off his power over his faggot with his larger group of friends.

And sure enough, I was right again.

This is a pretty jaw-dropping installment from Fabien, so I’ll minimize interruptions:

Anyway, as you know, Anthony’s Pack was back to his home (I feel more and more like I’m living in his place rather than the reverse! ^^). But there were some surprises: Anthony arrived with Henri, five other friends (including two I didn’t know) but also a gorgeous young girl and another boy their age, named Clément, who happened to be… another faggot!

When they arrived, they were loudly chatting and they hardly paid any attention to me, except to give me their coats. But Anthony, who was speaking with the girl, snapped in my direction and said to the shy boy: “Clément, go with Fabien here to the kitchen, he’ll explain you your duties:”.

So I met the boy Clément in the kitchen. “Are you Anthony’s roommate” he asked me. “More like his live-in servant”, I answered. Then, he explained to me. Clément is a shy classmate of Anthony and Henri’s gang who often tried to befriend them. Some days ago, Anthony had him lick his boots. Henri and him had a good laugh and Anthony told his best bro “I’ve already have a better one, you can get this one!”. So now, Clément is considered to be Henri’s slave boy!

(Also, it means that either Anthony already has another college fag I don’t know of, or I am the “better one”! Either one, it makes my day!)

Anyway, to sum up, Clément and I served the Pack all evening, bringing them drinks and food, while they laughed and chatted loudly over background music, sometimes danced and played video games. I had secretly baked a chocolate cake for Anthony, and Clément and I lit the 22 candles in the kitchen. When I brought it into the living room, all his friends started singing “Happy Birthday” and clapping!

Clément and I were also used and humiliated during the evening. When I served a drink to Anthony, who was talking with the pretty girl sitting on his lap, he said to her, pointing at me, “You see the grown-up guy who lives here with me? He’s my stooge. He idolizes me so much that he does anything I tell him to do.” She was very intrigued and interested. “Look!” he said, snapping his fingers at his boot.

I knew what I had to do. And I was delighted to show this young girl all Anthony’s power, to make her understand how lucky she was to be in his lap. I licked the sole and all of Anthony’s boot very carefully, to the admiring cheers and chuckles of the girl and the Alpha Bros. Afterwards, with Anthony’s approval, I had to lick several shoes and bare feet. My tongue was tired by the end!

Later that evening, I was on my knees in front of them, trying to catch with my mouth any food they threw at me, laughing. I also had to bark and perform like a dog for their entertainment. The boy Clément, meanwhile, was used as a footrest for long moments by several of them, and had to deal with socks in his mouth and spit in his face.

How can I explain what I felt like, as an accomplished, respectable thirty-something, humiliated and mocked by these young college student bros laughing together? I felt perfectly in my place. It seemed so natural to me, as a lesser boy, to debase myself for the pleasure of these young, better men.

Late in the evening, Anthony got up with the beautiful girl who was glued to him and said to his brothers “Fellas, I’ve got more festivities ahead of me!” and they both went to his room while the others raised their glasses or bottles of beer to his health and jokingly wished him a happy birthday. Afterwards, we could clearly hear the girl’s exclamations of delight coming from the bedroom, provoking admiring and appreciative laughs from the alphas.

“Anthony, that lucky bastard!” one of them said with obvious admiration, “always gets the prettiest ones!” “Yeah” laughed another “no wonder he’s the boss!” I felt such a burst of pride!

One of them called out to me: “All of this makes me horny. Hey, bitch, I hear you give blow jobs? Come over here”. I was about to comply, but Henri intervened: “No, Anthony isn’t here and didn’t allow it. You can have mine, though” and he turned to Clément, who was then groveling in the back of the room “You little shit! Come over here to have a taste of our dicks!” Clément had to suck several cocks, while I was massaging Henri’s feet.

When they went to bed (Henri and two others in the guest room, three others on the sofa bed), Clément and I were sent to the kitchen. Since the first party, with Anthony’s agreement, I’ve bought a futon to sleep on. I wanted to lend it to Clément, but Henri stopped by and forbade it, requiring Clément to sleep directly on the floor. I said I didn’t mind letting him sleep on it, but Henri curtly replied, “I don’t care what you mind or not. I decide to educate my slave boy and to learn to sleep in his place!” So Clément had to accommodate himself to the kitchen floor.

I tried to comfort him as much as I could. “Don’t worry! You’re going to love serving superior men. Sometimes, it may be hard and exhausting, but it’s really worth it! I wish I knew that when I was your age. Always be thankful and obedient and attentive, always put his well-being first. And I promise you, it will be very fulfilling!” I saw him give a shy little smile and murmur “they actually are super awesome!” and I was relieved.

The next day, I was the first person in the apartment to wake up. I wondered if Anthony would want me to come and bring him breakfast in his room while he was with his lover, but I felt it was better to take the risk of making a mistake by bringing something to him than by failing to do so. I put a hearty breakfast for him and his girl on a tray, and added a flower from a vase in a small glass vial, for the lady.

I set the tray down beside his bed as they both slept, her head resting on his chest. Anthony slowly opened his eyes at this moment, glanced at the breakfast and gave me a thumbs-up, then a hand signal to clear off. I was so relieved I did right!

Back in the kitchen, I kindly woke up Clément and suggested that he brings Henri and his two friends breakfast in the guest room. His new master would surely be pleased. He did so and only came out later, looking delighted, with a little cum still on his face. As for the others three in the living room, I knew they were only entitled to leftover breakfast, in accordance with the hierarchy between Alphas, but I always take care to make generous portions so that they get respectable shares.

Anthony and his bros left in the late morning that day. My master informed me that he wouldn’t be coming back to the flat before they left for the weekend, and said I’d see him on Monday, while reminding me with a hand gesture to clean and tidy the apartment before he comes back.

Clément kindly stayed with me a little longer to help me start cleaning. Before he left, I did my best again to help him. “I may be older than you, but you and I are the same, inferior boys born to serve and obey incredible men like Anthony, Henri and their bros. So we’ve got to stick together brotherly! If you need anything, don’t hesitate to contact me, little brother!” I wish to be as helpful to him as I know you would be, Sam!

What a stunning display of natural Hierarchy, both Alpha and faggot! I wasn’t there, and yet I feel almost as giddy as little Fabien!

First of all, let me sing Fabien’s praises. Keep in mind that this is Fabien’s FIRST TIME serving an Alpha, and he’s exquisitely perfect right out of the box! Whenever anyone asks if faggots are born that way, just point to Fabien. He was BORN for this role, and it’s one he accepts with responsibility and joy.

For instance, notice how Fabien had no jealousy over his Master Anthony’s female, or the other faggot the Pack brought to the apartment! Not only did he not have any jealousy, but he also began helping Clement – mentoring him – to be the best faggot possible and making things as comfortable for his faggot brother as he could under pressure! I haven’t seen this level of selfless faggot cooperation since the legendary faggots of Masters Jin, Nick, and Matt in Toronto, Canada! It’s beautiful beyond belief! Any Alpha on the planet would want to own and cherish faggots like Fabien and Clement!

And from the Alphas we see typical Pack behavior, with each one teaching the next how to own and use the available faggots. I love that Master Anthony (the God Alpha of the Pack) taught Master Henri about faggot ownership and “gifted” him a faggot of his own. This is not over. The other Alphas in the Pack will soon be getting faggots of their own as well, just watch!

When Master Anthony returns home to his loyal faggot, he is going to give him a return to remember. I have no doubt that Master Anthony is beaming with pride over the way his faggot served him. If he feels even half of what I feel for Fabien’s performance, he’s going to breed Fabien until cum is seeping from his tearducts!

Ultimately, I’m left speechless and moved almost to tears by Fabien’s closing words:

It’s been over two days since Anthony left and I can hardly think of anything else but him. I feel so much loyalty and admiration for him; how can a young man be so perfect? I am obsessed with making him happy, I really want him to enjoy his life as much as he can. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do just to please him. I can’t wait to see him again tomorrow!

That’s how complete and devoted service to a worthy Alpha should leave a faggot – spent, but eager to be spent again. We are renewed by being used by our Owners!

I love you, sweet Fabien! May you always be so inspired!

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!

A couple of days ago I published this post about an ultimatum Master Steve gave to his new faggot Mike. The ultimatum involved two choices that Master Steve presented to Mike and told him to choose his destiny:

1. the first option was Master Steve would cage Mike in private. Mike would remain locked for two weeks, but during those two weeks he would not have sex with Mike. Mike would only be allowed to watch Master Steve have sex with other fags.

2. The second option would be Master Steve hosting a caging party; he would invite his three closest friends, Mike could make it public knowledge to them that he was Master Steve’s fag, and that Mike was wanting to be locked.  He would lock Mike in front of them.  And then Mike could serve them drinks that night.  After they left, he said he would allow Mike to drink his piss and fuck and breed him every time they were together over the next two weeks.

In that post I made it very clear that I was recommending the second option. I felt it was obvious what Master Steve really wanted his faggot to choose. I believed Master Steve wanted to show off his new, obedient faggot to his Alpha brothers, cage it in front of them so they could admire it, and then spend two glorious weeks breeding it like a King. After all, that’s the glorification all Alphas want.

Sadly, Mike allowed his ego to get in the way, and he chose the wrong option. I’ll let him tell it.

It was an emotional night.  I feel exhausted.  

I hadn’t heard from him since he hung up on me Friday, so I showed up at his house around 6 PM like usual. He was on the couch, feet up on the coffee table in long socks, playing video games, acting like nothing had happened. I was nervous, waiting for him to say something first. He just asked how my day was, like everything was normal. It caught me off guard.

I asked why he hadn’t messaged me back. He said there was no reason to there was nothing to discuss. I tried to bring up our options again, but he just said no.

Then he told me I had free will to make my own choices, but his needs would always come first. He said sometimes he’d push me, challenge me, guide me where he thought was best for my growth. Other times, like now, he’d let me decide so I could have a stake in the relationship. But choices always come with rewards and consequences. Then, just like that, he went back to his game.

I stood there quietly, then started telling him about my conversation with you and the advice you gave. He cut me off, saying he didn’t care for what you faggots talk about and that at the end of the day, I was going to have to live with the consequences, not anyone else. But then he added that if I were smart, I’d start taking advice from someone.  The choice I made was selfish on my part, all I thought about was me.  He said I keep forgetting his needs and priorities are always first.  He said you think this was the easy way out, but trust me it was the harder way, but you will soon find out.

I was speechless. Then he said, Enough of this. Get me something to drink.

As I turned to head to the kitchen, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see Gary, someone I couldn’t stand. The kind of fag who’s always trying to get into someone else’s boyfriend’s pants. Before I could say anything, he asked if Steve was home.

Steve must’ve overheard because he called out, Yeah, let Gary in.

At this point in time, Master Steve stood up pulled his dick out of his sweatpants, and said come here, Gary you fucking fag, suck my dick.  Of course Gary got on his knee and started sucking his dick.  At this point time Master Steve looked at me and just simply said I thought you were getting me something to drink.  I was completely speechless.  I was fuming mad, but went in there and got him something to drink.  I handed Master Steve the drink.  And he said watch how good this faggot does.  In typical Master Steve style, just before he was going to cum he told Gary to open up his mouth and stick out his tongue.  He began to blow his load in his mouth and some landed on his cheek.  He took his cock, rubbed it on his cheek, told him to swallow his load and clean off his cock.  He did and then he told him to open his mouth, he cleared his throat and spit in his mouth.  He just said OK faggot it’s time for you to go.  Gary being the piece of shit could tell I was mad, he just simply looked at me and said bye sweetie.  Of course I wanted to scream.

Master Steve said damn he gave a good blow job, I may have to fuck him one day.    He said OK it’s time for us to go take a shower and get dressed to go to dinner.

He didn’t really act mad at me, but things felt off.  I kept replaying what had happened in my mind. I was upset and jealous.  But I knew I only have myself to blame.

That night we went to bed as usual.  When I woke up the next morning to make his breakfast, as I started to get out of bed he woke up at the same time and said oh btw here put this on.  It was the Chastity, I thought he might have forgotten.  It was much tighter fitting than I had imagined.  The feel wasn’t as bad as I expected, but I’m sure it’s going to be worse over the next few hours and days.

When I brought him the breakfast, I noticed he was up reading his phone.  I kneeled like I normally do after I put his food on the table.  And he said, could you just hand it to me in bed?  I ask him did he need to relieve himself and he said no pissed in the toilet already.   He said don’t forget I’m cut off of piss, dicks, and loads two weeks.  So don’t ask again.  I was crushed.

We went about our morning routines and then he said he was going to be out for the rest of the day. He said straighten up this place it’s a mess and do the laundry.  And don’t wait up for him tonight.

To be honest, I have so many thoughts going on right now.  Why am I allowing this?  What’s he out doing and who is he doing?  Am I being truly selfish as he said?  Why does he want me caged and why is so important to cage me in front of his friends?  Should I text him to come home and talk?  Do I need to set some ground rules for our relationship? Do i simply go home?  So many thoughts, I just feel drained and so frustrated already in this cage.  

Now, Mike made the wrong choice for sure. Master Steve was clearly upset that his faggot didn’t get the point of the exercise, and even though he got good service from another faggot, it’s still not as satisfying as what he wanted to happen.

But how about that last paragraph???

That last paragraph is a CATASTROPHE of faulty faggot thinking! Every wrong impulse is crammed into it, and if Mike were to do any of those things, Master Steve would cut him off at the knees and dump him out along the side of the road.

So instead of that happening, I did that for Master Steve. I lacerated Mike in a long email, screaming through text that faggots don’t make demands or ultimatums or threats to an Alpha. Faggots don’t have the right to become indignant and demand special treatment. Mike is a FAGGOT, not a lover, partner, or even a friend.

I don’t know if Mike did anything stupid, because I haven’t heard back from him after I pulverized him. Hopefully he learned a lesson, but I’m not optimistic.

I do think Mike is handicapped because he was once a Top. This has conditioned him to expect certain treatment that he’s no longer entitled to as the property of an Alpha.

ALL FAGGOTS, RE-READ THAT AWFUL PARAGRAPH! LEARN FROM IT!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the story of a professional office faggot named Sean who desired to serve (and eventually served) a hot new God Alpha subordinate in the office. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a long, long time since I’ve heard much more than a peep out of my dear brother Sean. A trickle of info here and there, but he’s been so busy serving his God Alpha brothers and dealing with his both his house duties and whatever’s left of his place at the company he founded (now taken over by God Alpha Eric).

I’ve been deluged with questions about this story, one of the most incredible true stories of Hierarchical dominance I’ve ever encountered. Sean seems perplexed by the interest, but I think Sean is so far inside the bubble that he can’t get any perspective. What has happened in his life is literally every faggot’s dream (and, frankly, the dream of most Alphas, too!). It’s been an extraordinary privilege to carry Sean’s story and share it with the world, where it has changed minds and lives with its simple, undeniable truth about Hierarchy.

So, after months of pestering Sean, he finally found some time on a slow Sunday to update me on how things have been.

i love my life of service to two incredible Masters.  Master Jake is now attending a local college and i am helping Him with His school work so that He gets excellent grades and can maintain His eligibility to play intercollegiate baseball.  Over Christmas my Masters enjoyed skiing in the Rockies and that took a lot of arranging on my part. None of this is a burden.  Indeed the more ways i am able to serve Them, to make Their lives more enjoyable, the more fulfilled my life is and the happier i am with my life.  sam, i am sure you understand.

I wanted more clarification on this little blurb of tantalizing information, like did he go with them on this ski trip, or how Master Eric was doing in his position as one of the co-owners of the company.

i accompanied them on the trip, but of course, i didn’t ski.  i took care of the equipment, cooked Their meals, made Their beds, did the laundry, etc.  A lot of cocksucking which  is always a wonderful reward.

Master Eric is kicking ass at the company  He effectively runs the place.  i have virtually no role there –sometimes i am consulted about stuff that i am particularly expert on.

This amazing situation has been going for more than three years now, and it shows no signs of slowing down at all. Masters Eric and Jake are now wealthy, pampered, and worshiped young GOD ALPHAS fully experiencing their natural birthright.

And Sean is experiencing the bliss only absolute submission can provide. Even in all of my years of service I have never been completely emptied and thoroughly used the way my brother Sean has been. Of course, as much credit goes to the absolute power of Master Eric as it does to Sean.

But it just goes to prove yet again: Hierarchy IS Truth!

Faggot Sam

How much do you crave man stink? cock, pits, balls, ass, feet, piss ect…?  In your experience how much do other faggots crave their masters scent, taste ect… ?

In my experience all proper faggots seem to naturally be drawn to it. Some scientific papers also show that a sexual orientation can be identified by scent alone with a high probability even if only at a sub conscious level.  I would be curious to know what you anecdotal evidence would support that idea. As a trained biologist, and as an alpha my life experience would certainly seem to support it. My faggot Josh loves to nuzzle up into my armpits and fall asleep. He also loves to lick the sweat from all parts of my body.

Some biologist paper references.

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK200984

https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/16137255

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/articles/200801/solving-the-mystery-gaydar

Master, 

Thank you for the additional information! I read through it and actually sent it to one of my old Masters! He immediately replied “Yeah, that pretty much explains how easy it was to control you!” HAHA

I can totally relate to your faggot Josh. Armpits are of course a favorite of mine as well, and there’s nothing better than nuzzling in that tight warm space surrounded by Alpha pheromones. It’s hypnotic!

Thanks again for the supplementary materials, Master! I will be producing something useful out of them! 

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I am 19 and I have a roommate who is also 19. I am straight and I thought he was straight too. But after a few weeks living together, he started cooking for me, doing my laundry, cleaning the whole house, doing my homework and he always asks for permission to do anything around the house. We get along very well, so I directly told him that he looks like my housewife doing these things. He just said that he’s straight and just like to keep the house clean, which can be true, but I find it very awkward that every week I bring a different girl to my room and he never has girls around. When I try to talk about fucking girls, he always avoids the topic, and I have a feeling that he’s hiding something from me but also from himself.

My best friend since childhood is gay, he is like my brother and we tell everything to each other. He is extremely dominant, confident, and strong, and when I told him that my roommate was acting like this, he started talking about hierarchy and he told me that he was an Alpha. He said that some Men like him and you are naturally dominant and others are naturally submissive. He even said that he has never sucked a dick before because he likes to fuck and breed, which for me was crazy since I didn’t know some gays don’t like to suck dick.

Long story short, my best friend and brother thinks that it’s not normal for a straight man to serve another straight man like this. He thinks I could get an easy blowjob or even fuck my roommate’s hole eventually. I am straight and I have no doubt about my sexuality, although of course I respect the gays a lot. My brother thinks I should take advantage of this opportunity because it is just a matter of time until the roommate accepts his truth as a faggot. I have never thought about that, but I think it would be nice to have a warm mouth every morning.

Sir, thank you very much for writing to me! I appreciate this critical question, one that has ramifications across the spectrum of Patriarchy! 

First of all, you’re clearly Alpha. Not only do you have close Alpha friends (including a gay Alpha – very nice!), but, more importantly, your hunter instincts detected the submissiveness of your roommate and it’s made you hungry for dominance. This is a CLASSIC sign of Alphahood. All true Alphas have these kinds of instincts. 

I’m in full agreement with your gay Alpha friend – your roommate is a faggot for sure. No doubt of any kind. In fact, the roommate is following the pattern I’ve often prescribed to other faggots who want to offer themselves to straight Alphas like you! These are exactly the things I tell faggots to do … become useful to the straight Alpha you want to serve, offer to do things for him, be submissive.  I tell them this because I know the true Alphas will be triggered by these actions and possibly be moved to take ownership of them! 

You know, kind of like you want to do with this one! 

Here’s what I recommend you do, Sir. Tell your roommate to kneel in front of you. Then tell it to kiss your feet. (It should have no problems doing either one of these things, but if it does, then you need to force it to admit what it is and get it on its knees.) Then ask it what it is. Make it admit that it’s a faggot multiple times, telling it “Good Boy” every time it does. Maybe pet its hair also while saying “Good Boy” to reinforce the difference between the two of you.

Once you get the faggot to this stage, you can do whatever you want with it, Sir. I recommend that you do some scent training with it before feeding it your cock so that the faggot knows obedience to you comes before it receives reward. If you do feed it your cum (either orally or anally), that will do additional brainwashing. 

Most straight Alphas who’ve taken ownership of faggots put their fags in chastity. I do highly recommend this, Sir, but it’s your choice. I do recommend that you put the cage on the faggot, since that reinforces the fag’s inferiority and submission to you and your ownership.

I think you will find owning a faggot will make your life infinitely better, and you will experience power that most 19-year-olds cannot imagine. You’ll also learn a secret – that fucking a faggot doesn’t turn you gay, it just makes you more powerful. 

I hope to hear back from you if you choose to explore this, Sir. My email is hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com. Thank you, Sir!  

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Sam, I really love you and your site <3

I am 19 and I am 100% sure I am a faggot! I love serving big men, I know my place, and my holes are always ready for real men. I serve a man who is 32. He took me from my parents house and told me to live with him. He’s very masculine, very strong, and hairy. I am weak, skinny, and smooth. I really like the way he uses me, but sometimes he gets very very aggressive. When I don’t cook well enough or if he thinks the house is not clean enough, he usually gets mad and punishes me. He beats me and sometimes I get some bruises.

He’s my first man and he took my virginity so I don’t know if this is normal. Is this the normal treatment if I want to have a real man with me? Do you think I can find a real Alpha who takes care of me or “soft” men will not be dominant? Do you think some men can be naturally dominant alphas but also treating me well? I love him and I love to obey him but I am a little worried because last time he really hurt my two arms. My father really supports me and he’s a real Alpha man as well who NEVER did that with my mother… but I don’t know if a faggot like me deserves a good caring man, sometimes I think that, if I don’t want an aggressive man, I will end up with just another gay who would never fuck and breed me like a man. I am so confused… can you please help me?

Sweetheart, I’m glad to receive your open-hearted letter. 

Congratulations on finding an Alpha at such a young age. Your Master sounds very powerful and aggressive given that he basically yanked you away from your family and took you in as his personal faggot.

But even that move concerns me. It feels very controlling in an unnatural way. And given the more disturbing things you say have been happening now that you live with him, I think my instincts are correct. 

Listen, little brother: you are a faggot, but that doesn’t mean you deserve to be hurt and abused. You’re trying your best to serve this Master faithfully, and you’re not always going to succeed. If this was a true and admirable Master, he would correct you with firm and encouraging guidance. What a shame that he’s choosing violence instead. 

I don’t know if you’re able to have civil conversations with this Master, but if you can I’d ask if you can talk to him. Then you should humbly explain that he is hurting you. Emphasize that your goal is to be the best faggot possible for him and the violence is making you rethink your purpose. Ask him to please help you to be a better, more satisfying faggot by teaching you rather than abusing you. 

If you can’t talk to him like that, then it might be time to rethink staying with him.

I know there are a lot of fetish sites out there and lots of so-called Alphas (and faggots) who say faggots deserve to be beaten and abused. DO NOT LISTEN TO THEM. A faggot doesn’t deserve to be beaten for faithfully serving a Man any more than a faithful dog deserves to be beaten. Most decent people are horrified by animal abuse, and that should be the natural reaction to faggot abuse. 

There is something broken in any Alpha who abuses faggots. These are Destroyer Alphas who never advanced past the bully stage in high school, who never learned how to deal with frustration in any productive way. These Alphas are to be pitied, not worshiped. 

And yes, you deserve better. You may be a faggot, but you’re clearly smart. You obviously observed how your Alpha father treated your mother and those under his control (including you), and that set a pattern of Alpha behavior for you that is righteous and good. It’s not wrong to expect something similar in a Master who owns you. 

You’re young and full of youthful energy and optimism. Don’t allow a bad Master to steal that from you with the darkness of abuse. If he’s unable or unwilling to change, then you need to seek a new Master.

I love you, little brother. I am hoping for the best in this situation. Please feel free to keep in touch with me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com or through here. 

Love Always,

sam the faggot

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