The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I created the “faggot hierarchy” model (CLICK HERE), I named the top class of fag “mentor faggot” with several fags in mind because this site has attracted a truly inspirational group of young mentor faggots. These are fags who teach their brothers, move their brothers to action, and correct them when they’re wrong.
Chief among these mentor faggots is little Fabien, my sweet baby brother from France. Fabien helped straight Master Anthony discover the world of faggot worship and ownership. And, as Master Anthony’s Alpha Pack began to take faggots of their own, Fabien was able to shepherd these new fags and teach them how to properly serve. What he has done with all of the straight Alphas and eager faggots surrounding Master Anthony has been nothing short of extraordinary.
Fabien shared a recent mentorship experience with me. I thought it was beautiful, so I’m sharing it with you:
My dear big brother,
I know you rather like my tories involving my mentoring of the Alpha Pack’s other faggots, so maybe you’ll find this one interesting even if it covers something we have already explored before: how to deal with the Alpha Men’s moodiness.
You see, my baby brother Clément, the young slave of my Master’s best bro, Henri, has reached me lately by mail to ask for my advice. The sweet boy noticed that his Owner had been in a sour mood lately and was often more aggressive and impatient with him.
Little Clément is worried that Henri is going through a rough patch and asked me what he could do to help him. Of course, I replied to his email right away. Below is a translation of my reply.
“Dearest Clem,
Thank you very much for reaching me! I’m touched you ask my advice to help your Master. You know I care a lot about you and I care a lot about Henri, my Master’s best friend. I’ll try to give you some guidance based on my experience and the advice and lessons I’ve learned myself.
Dealing with our Masters’ emotional turmoil and inner wounds is always complicated. Alphas are in control of their emotions, they force themselves to stay strong no matter what and they avoid showing vulnerability at all costs, except in very rare circumstances and when they feel completely at ease. But they carry burdens we cannot imagine: as superior beings, they bear the weight of many expectations. Girls, families, teachers or colleagues, and their alpha peers and competitors… Their worries can stem from many things.
At times like these, a slave boy’s loyalty is invaluable. The greatest support you can give him is, of course, your unwavering devotion. Keep obeing and serving and worshipping him no matter what and it will help him greatly. I know it can sometimes be hard to deal with his harshness and feel like your service no longer pleases him. But don’t forget: as long as he keeps you by his side, gives you orders, and expects your servility, it means he’s still counting on you. Don’t let him down. Endure it, for his sake. Don’t forget: he comes first. It’s all about him, not you.
Now, if you want to encourage him to talk to you about his worries (which can do him a world of good!), you need to approach the situation with great tact. Above all, he must not feel belittled in front of you.
The best thing to do is to wait for a quiet moment, when he’s relaxing on the couch, for example. Crawl over to him and kiss his feet. Speak to him while keeping your face close to his feet. Remind him how superior he is, how much you crave to serve him, and tell him that if he wants to share his problems with you, he can do so knowing that you will listen to him with respect and adoration. Then, just keep worshipping him and do not push him, let him decide what he wants to do.
If you do things this way, I’m sure he’ll start opening up to you sooner or later. When he does, don’t forget to reassure him and praise him! You can give him your thoughts if he asks for them, but more importantly, remind him that no matter what, he’s a Superior Man and entitled to the best of life! Remind him that you’re here for him, always.
Love you, Clem! Be sure to keep me posted!
Your brother,
Fabien”
Clément thanked me profusely and committed to follow my lead. I feel so good knowing that I am helping my faggot brothers and, more importantly, improving the lives of some Alphas by doing so!
Isn’t that lovely? It’s the perfect advice, tender yet full of useful tips! But that’s Fabien’s nature at work. His joy and wisdom are infectious, and his daily hard work is the finest example to all of his fag brothers!
Well a bit later Fabien followed up with me to report how Clément was doing in following his advice:
My very dear sam,
Just a quick note to let you know that Clément sent me a very sweet message to inform me that things got better with his Master Henri. He had the opportunity to follow my advice to the letter and did it! Clément quietly worshipped Henri’s feet while the young Man was moody alone on his bed. Then he praised him like the Superior Alpha he is and reminded him that he was there for him, no matter what, even if only to listen to his troubles. Henri told him to come closer, stroked his hair and told him he was a good boy and that he liked him, even if he didn’t say so very often.
I can tell you that Clément is overwhelmed with emotion and sheer bliss! I am so happy for my baby brother that he can experience the indescribable blessing of being approved by his beloved Master!
My dear sam, do you think my last mails about all this could be used for a publication on your wonderful website? I’m sure it could help and comfort a lot of faggots and benefit to their Masters!
Lots of love!
fab the fag
Isn’t that great? I’m so proud of Clément for not giving up or falling into a depression himself over Henri’s moodiness! As faggots, our own emotional states are tied closely to that of our Owners! However, we must be the ones to anticipate their needs and serve through those dark moments all Alphas have!
When I was their age, I often misread my Master’s moods or took them personally. I often had to redirect my own thinking in order to maintain my focus on my Master’s needs. After all, there was no Hierarchy University out there to guide me!
I think Clément’s experience shows how little it takes from an Alpha to make us feel overwhelmed with joy. Henri barely had to do anything except stroke Clément’s hair and tell him “good boy” in order to send Clément into spasms of happiness!
Faggots are truly human versions of Labrador retrievers! All we want is to be at our Master’s feet and make him happy all day long!
Fabien did such a glorious job gently training Clément, and the rewards are boundless. Notice how Fabien selflessly rejoices with Clément! We are truly a brotherhood when we support each other this way!
I’m practically exploding with pride over Fabien! He’s a light in my heart, absolute living proof of hierarchical truth, and a dear, dear brother. Fabien glorifies Master Anthony with every thought, word, and deed!
I can only imagine Master Anthony’s pride! He owns one of the greatest mentor faggots on Earth, which is fitting given that he is one of the greatest God Alphas on Earth!
Thank you, Fabien! I love you!
sam the faggot
I lost three (of five) X accounts today. I’ve seen a lot of accounts going down or being diminished across the platform, some of whom are vital voices in both our hierarchical movement as well as free speech.
This is what happens when dark forces try to restrict freedom. You can tell this latest purge is the result of dark forces because the truly evil accounts on the X platform remain unscathed.
Yes, racist accounts and Nazi accounts and world-threatening right-wing accounts are all still standing proud. That’s because the owner of X is an autistic, racist South African racist named Elon Musk. Everything he does is a con. He bought Twitter simply to have total control over the social media narrative ahead of the 2024 election, and he used his new power to suppress Democratic voices in favor of Trump. Needless to say, Elon is not favorable to LGBTQ voices, either, especially given that his child came out as trans.
I’ve been through these puritanical purges before. This site survived the sudden Tumblr bloodbath of December 2018, but only due to a quick escape I engineered at the closing bell.
I’ve had several people ask me if I’m sad about losing yet another round against the powers that be. I feel numb to it. I’ve been cancelled more times than I can even recall, and every time I’ve gotten back up off the canvas. I might be a faggot, but I’ve been resilient.
But I don’t know if I’m up for the fight again. It took me a little over a year to rebuild the last account (despite a shadow ban) to 38K followers after losing an account I’d built to 93K followers. It’s exhausting.
We shall see where I go from here. But, for now, I’ll be posting on @goatalphas and/or @sub_bnb.
Thank you all for your support!
Love Always,
sam the faggot
Yesterday I found myself in an unexpectedly-wonderful DM conversation with an intelligent young King named “Master V” (@damnbros51), a college Alpha who owns his faggot cousin. During this conversation the subject of faggot foot worship came up, and Master V told me he wanted my to write an essay about my own deep love and need to worship the feet of our greatest Men.
This is like a dog owner asking a Labrador retriever if it wants to jump in a lake.
I should’ve known I was a faggot from the age of 10 when I had a crush on an adorable playground leader named George Collins. I remember being fascinated by George’s big feet in his Buster Brown’s. I had vague yearnings to want to touch them, but playtime with him was distracting enough to prevent any such experimentation.
Then in freshman year of high school there was this sexy pre-Alpha named Bob that I crushed on for a couple of years. To be honest, I was more fascinated by Bob’s divine ass and bulge perfectly defined by the gray corduroy jeans than Bob’s feet, but I had this odd desire to kiss his feet in the hallway while he was joking with other football players.
Then came Roger.
I met Roger when I got a job at a shitty Italian restaurant. Roger was my age, but from another high school. It took about 2.3 seconds after I met Roger to completely fall in love with him; he was the most stunning Alpha I’d ever met. A golden tan blessed his slender, muscular frame and delectable six-pack abs. Roger had a face that was a combination of Richard Gere and Morten Harket of the band a-ha. Then Roger spoke to me, and his confidence and brash sexuality completely submitted me.
Roger saw my submissiveness instantly. We became close friends immediately, and Roger definitely defined our days together. I spent a lot of time hanging out alone with Roger at his single mother’s house, where our opposing roles came into sharp relief.
His eventual claiming of me started with his feet. Roger didn’t have huge feet, but they were beautiful to me anyway. They were the feet of an athlete, “muscular” in a way that average feet are not (if you understand what I mean). I naturally took a place at his feet when we were together, and it clearly made a subconscious impression on him. He would put his feet on my face and rub them into my nose, which I loved. He would clip his toenails, and when he wasn’t looking I would steal some of the clippings and eat them. Occasionally Roger would spray a deodorant on his feet, claiming he didn’t want his feet to stink. To that, I replied that his feet never stunk and I would grab his shoes and take a deep huff. Whenever I did that, he would give me a disgusted look and mutter, “nasty faggot!”
That was the first time an Alpha specifically called me a “faggot”, and the cold electric shock of that word was intoxicating.
After Roger became my first Owner when he forced me to become his cocksucker, I would sometimes follow my instinct and kiss his feet to induce him to feed me his cock. It was then that I discovered the link between foot worship and Alpha dominance/aggression. I took lessons in pedicure techniques and foot massage to learn how to improve, because I knew foot worship was a link that I would continue to exploit throughout my fag career.
Two of my greatest straight Masters helped me to perfect my foot worshiping technique. First was Master Aaron. He was probably the most perfect physical specimen I’d ever seen; absolutely jacked, tanned body, with the world’s greatest ass (my apologies to Chris Evans) and thighs/calves as thick and sturdy as tree trunks. Master Aaron, also had a huge heart, and I think he decided to own me in part because he saw me as a lost, wild faggot who needed an Alpha’s guidance.
I spoiled Master Aaron constantly. One of his favorite things was ordering me to draw him a nice hot bath where he would soak in scented oil water while I served him drinks. After his bath, I would specifically soak his feet and then give him a full pedicure while he relaxed on the couch. After the pedicures, I would deeply massage his muscular feet with oil and moisturizers, tenderly kissing them and praising his perfection.
As you might imagine, those sessions always ended up with me swallowing his loads.
A few years later I was owned my Master Chris. He was another physically-perfect Alpha with HUGE hands and HUGE feet to match his HUGE dick. Master Chris looked a lot like a young Jake Gyllenhaal (this was often remarked upon by his female admirers … and me), with the same square jaw and big, expressive eyes.
I fell hard for Master Chris. I consider the times I spent worshiping his feet to be among the most memorable of my life. Master Chris loved my adoration of his hands and feet, and I spent long sessions just kissing them and smelling them. When he said “good faggot” to me during these times, I felt more complete than at any time up to that point.
How can I even begin to describe the wonders of Master Chris’s feet? They were size 13, and wide. They had long toes, but not long in a creepy way like some. Master Chris could easily pick things up with them, and he gave more more than a few bruises by pinching me with them. I imprinted on his feet completely, from the sweet smell to every powerfully-constructed curve. One time Master Chris told me to try and trim his nails with my teeth, but they were too tough to bite through (I didn’t want to ruin them, either). I can still feel the weight of them between my hands! Even after so many years, I know every detail on his incredible feet!
So what is it about Alpha feet that motivates faggots to worship them so intensely?
The primary motivator for faggots is the humiliation factor. Fags live off of humiliation. It induces subspace in us, and that subspace feels like a warm, cozy blanket. Women probably know the feeling, although they’re generally not in-touch with the concept of subspace. But we faggots definitely do!
So it’s only natural that faggots are drawn to foot worship. For whatever reason, feet are considered disgusting. That’s primarily why kissing feet is considered an ultimate act of submission. Foot kissing is a universally-recognized act of honor, respect, and submission in the presence of royalty, for example. Teen Alphas often make faggots and other inferior males kiss their feet without knowing anything about hierarchy (see: Master Lucas).
For me, it goes beyond the feeling of subspace, though. When offering obeisance to an Alpha through foot worship, I feel almost forgiven. In fact, I approach this extraordinary privilege of touching an Alpha’s feet and worshiping them the way a penitent person approaches a superior for forgiveness.
It is such an honor to be allowed to touch an Alpha’s feett, let alone kiss and massage them! After all, those feet are powerful enough to carry the weight of an extraordinary Man. Beneath those feet are the remains of the lands he’s conquered and the enemies he’s vanquished. They are the foundation of his rulership! Faggots should be grateful to kiss the dirt upon which those feet have trod, let alone worship them directly!
As a faggot who has spent most of my fag career worshiping Alpha feet, I can say that few acts more fully define the Alpha/fag dynamic. It’s largely a non-sexual act in and of itself, yet it stirs great passion in most Alphas. It gives Alphas power, and reaffirms their rightful place above all other males.
So what I’m saying, in essence, is that worshiping an Alpha’s feet is a holy sacrament, a godly duty. I take it very seriously, and in order to get the most out of our commission as faggots, I recommend that all faggots approach that privilege the same way!
I realized that translations of my first book, “May I Serve You, Sir?” were not available on the site’s bookstore!
So I fixed that!
The book is once again available in Spanish, French, German, and Dutch!
I really need translations of “Are You A Faggot?” as well! Maybe I should use AI?
Let me know!
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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
When I first created the “God Alpha” category in my hierarchy pyramid, I knew from what I’d learned about Alphas that it was a necessary evolution of my diagram. This was long before I met Master Jase. If I didn’t have that classification when I met Master Jase, I would’ve invented it for him.
THAT is how powerful Master Jase is. He bends everything – time, space, light – around his will. He upends everything one might believe a Man can be, the way the discoveries of mighty dinosaurs or black holes changed our perception of reality and our place in it. He is a “1 of 1”, a singularity of infinite and terrifying power.
Master Jase has been quite prolific on the site recently. For instance, the last time he shared his opinion about Alphas taking loads on their faces. But the stories he has been telling about mentoring Alphas while also cunting them have been numerous and detailed. In particular, Master Jase has been focused on training a young Alpha named Jake to take ownership of his older fag brother.
Things came, um, to a head the other day, and something quite extraordinary happened in the training of Jake:
Fag. You will no doubt be interested that I have since cunted Jake, and allowed him to cunt his own fag brother Tyler. As I told you before, it was a gradual process. I first cunted Tyler in front of Jake, to teach and show him just how much of a submissive faggot and slut his big, older, muscular brother was. Then was fucking, cunting, and breeding Jake himself, making him mine, one of my many alphas under my hand. Then, and the finale to this story, was allowing Jake to fuck and cunt his own older brother. That happened this weekend, and it was a glorious finish.
First was cunting the faggot in front of his brother. I told Jake to watch for his fag brother’s reaction, especially when I fucked through the faggot’s second cunt. How to hold and treat a faggot as it goes into the throes of being cunted. How to combine physical and emotional domination throughout the heavy cunting and fucking. Jake was completely enraptured watching me. He was not to touch himself, I wanted his focus to completely be on how I turned his older, beefy brother into an incoherent cock sleeve. His own faggot was not permitted to be there. I wanted only Jake, his faggot brother, and myself.
I could tell that Jake was begging for release as he watched me fuck his faggot brother through numreous hours and countless assgasms. Jake’s eyes could not leave what I was doing. His body language and hard cock told me just how enraptured he was. After I was done, I produced my mammoth cock over Jake, and he obediently worshipped and cleaned it, straight from cunting and breeding his faggot brother. Jake told me the sight of me manhandling his brother like a toy was breathtaking. That seeing how easily I tossed around a man twice my size like a doll, and seeing his brother’s puffed hole stretching around my massive cock and how effortlessly I overpowered his brother was awe-inspiring. And he again thanked me for being there to teach and tutor him.
The next session, we shared his favourite fag. We didn’t talk to it at all, only used its holes while we spoke about Jake’s life, his schooling, his family, his growing sense of alphahood. The faggot was there just for our pleasure. I allowed Jake to churn and cunt his fag’s pussy first, and he did with savage and intense precision. His fag was all but delirious, his face was blank and wasted pressed against my cock. Told Jake how proud he was, and he beamed with pride. I leant over and whispered into is ear, that next week, he would be in the same position his fag was, and Jake moaned and came instantly in his fag. He was already mine, and he knew it. When it came my turn to cunt his fag, the change was instant with just how much more intense and powerful I was, and I used every thrust and every word to remind Jake that he would be cunted and fucked the next time we meet.
Cunting an alpha is always different from cunting a faggot. I like to give some autonomy to the alphas I fuck, even if by the end they know and feel my control and immense domination overwhelming them. It was no different for Jake. I allowed him time to worship my body, to suck and make love to my cock while I drilled and scissored his fresh hole. I let him sink himself onto my mammoth cock slowly, and could feel and see when his second hole surrendered to my cock.
He was cunted. Jake spasmed on top of me, fell on my chest, shook and had his eyes dilated. That was my sign to take over. I fucked and cunted and bred him for hours, remolded his insides to my cock, turned his brains into mush. He woke up from the brutal fucking with a new light in his eyes, even plugged deep with my cock and loads still inside him. Thanked and begged me for more. And who was I to deny one of my alphas offering up his cunt for me? He was unable to take my full length of cock, but he has sworn that he will eventually be able to take me balls deep.
Finally, I allowed him to fuck his faggot brother just this past weekend. And he did so with such passion like I have never seen from him. I was there as witness, bouncing Jake’ favourite fag on my cock as I watched. Jake used everything I taught him, but with his brand of being more meticulous in taking control of his brother. He forced Tyler’s head into his bulge, locking his legs around the fag’s head, telling him to relax and breathe in his smell. Told his faggot brother that he had no permission to touch himself. The breaking point was when he asked his faggot brother, “You enjoying your little brother’s dick, fag?” I could see his brother completely surrender to his younger brother’s power and domination. And Jake was no sooner deep inside his own brother, punching in and out of his faggot brother’s ruined pussy.
Throughout the cunting, Jake always spoke down to his faggot brother. “You really wanted this, don’t you?” “What a good bitch you make.” I was enjoying the show, watching Jake cunt and fuck his bigger, older brother into his property. When he was done, and his faggot brother was exhausted, limp, and breathless, Jake came to me, knelt, and kissed my cock, still warm and cummy from cunting his own fag. Thanked me yet again, and then asked me to fuck him and own him. I gave him a passionate, virile fuck that had him screaming and panting and equally as cunted as his own brother, and he was so thankful for it. Saying that he felt even more able to own and fuck his faggots.
I will be fucking both of them more, be sure of that. I want to introduce Jake to my other alphas. Have him join nights and sessions where it just myself and my alphas, using and breeding them long and hard. But I have now allowed Jake to fuck and cunt his faggot brother as often as he wants. And no doubt that will be doing so on a very regular basis. And I already have plan to spitroast and use Tyler together with Jake. Not just to enjoy the time with a growing alpha, but also a reminder to both that no matter how often or well Jake cunts his older brother, they both still belong to me. Jake’s training will never be finished. And I will be there every step and cunting along the way.
I feel proud of Jake that he has come so far. That he has accepted his role as the superior to his own brother. That he can fuck and use faggots at his will. But also that he still understands his place in the hierarchy. That I am his master and sir, and that his own pussy and will belongs to me.
Owning him is a different pleasure and fulfillment than owning yet another faggot. That is my update for you, fag.
There is no Man, Alpha or otherwise, who can resist the power of Master Jase. He’s too strong, too smart, too dominant, and too insightful. He sees through opponents and subdues them.
That’s why I sought his opinion first when there was a question about Alphas breeding Alphas and giving them facials. Master Jase is a God Alpha’s God Alpha, so from his perch atop the hierarchy he is the best arbiter of correct Alpha behavior and the perfect person to explain why things happen between Alphas within the Alpha fraternity.
One very curious result of an Alpha being bred by another Alpha is this increased vitality and power after the breeding. There seems to be an energy shared between Alphas, like a quantum entanglement that results from the sharing of Alpha DNA.
It’s so obvious from this example, really. Master Jake gets bred by Master Jase, and is so inspired and energized that he mounts and breeds his faggot brother. But the faggot brother isn’t affected in the same way by being bred!
So what’s the difference between the two breedings? I think it involves an understanding that the breedings are different hierarchically, so each one is assimilating their experience in different ways.
When pressed on this, Master Jase went on a bit further with this idea.
It is disappointing to see how other alphas compete and degrade one another, and ending in bad blood between other alphas. While we are competitive as alphas, there is a special fraternity and brotherhood that alphas share. Things that only alphas understand between one another. And no alpha can deny hierarchy and power. No real alpha that is.
I love my ongoing conversation with Master Jase. He’s such a deep and vital reservoir of hierarchical understanding from the God Alpha perspective. He guides me as he guides everyone, with wisdom and purpose!
Thank you, Master Jase!
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The following post is part of a thread chronicling a gay marriage that has blossomed into a hierarchical union between a faggot named Dean and his husband. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’ve discussed The Nuclear Option many times on this site. I call it that because it’s the ultimate tool of discipline for unruly and disobedient faggots. It involves forcing the faggot to watch its Master fuck someone else (like a female), which in turn reinforces to the faggot that it is nothing and can be replaced.
My straight Master Steve employed this Option with me, forcing me to watch him fuck his girlfriend in order to break my feelings for him. In that moment, I realized I would never be loved by him like that, and I was nothing but a slave for him. It crushed me, but it also taught me valuable things about myself and my faghood.
As you can see, The Nuclear Option is a tool to break down a faggot. But can it be used to build up and reshape a faggot? I believe the following experience from Dean the faggot illustrates that very thing!
Hi Sam,
Hope you are doing well. It’s Dean, the married faggot. You have been posting my story in this thread: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/category/fag-dean-married/ I really value your advice as I transition from having a traditional marriage to aknowledging my husband as my master. I don’t know if you remember that after his colleague sent Ryan, one of his faggots to visit us, my Master-Husband told me that he was feeling the need to embrace his power and fuck other faggots.
This made me feel so anxious and sad that my Master-Husband didn’t mention this topic again for weeks. He instead instructed me to sign up to the gym, buy new clothes and get a haircut. At first it looked like he was just taking care of me, but I soon realised that he was trying to make me look more like Ryan. The day that I got back home with the freshly cut mullet he threw me to bed, pushed my face down against the pillow and fucked me agressively until he bred me. When I turned, I could see that he was still not satisfied, and with his cum still inside me, he told me bluntly: “I am going to fuck Ryan”. No questions, just a statement.
The day that Ryan had to come he made me clean the whole house and put fresh bedding. Ryan arrived on time and kneeled in front of my Master-Husband to greet him by kissing his feet. My Master violently took off his clothes and ordered me to sit on the floor and watch. Ryan was clearly very experienced and was able to take my Master’s dick effortlessly both in his mouth and pussy. When my master was getting close he called me, and I got very happy because I thought that he would want to come inside me. Instead, he ordered me to hold Ryan and look at his face while he was getting railed from behind. I could see Ryan’s eyes roll back in ecstasy as my Master filled him with his seed. This made me very jealous. Although I had accepted that it was in my Master’s nature to want to fuck other faggots, feeling Ryan absorb his DNA felt like a point of no return.
Before he left, Ryan came to speak to me. He told me that he was not there to steal my husband and that he was already owned by another master, but advised me to accept his nature if I didn’t want him to get tired of me. “Just an advice from your milk sister”, he said.
What do you think Sam? I know it’s in my husband nature to want to spread his seed, but seeing how hot and experienced other faggots are makes me fear that he will not want to keep me.
Love,
Dean
I completely understand Dean’s fears here. It would be terrifying to see your former husband and Master treating you so callously and fucking another faggot (especially one with more experience) so blatantly in front of you! Here you are, trying to build a life with a Man who turns out to need much more than you might ever be able to give him!
But I’m here to offer some good news. I think Dean’s Master/husband is trying to shape Dean into the type of faggot he wants!
It’s interesting to me that Dean’s Master wanted Dean to get a haircut similar to Ryan’s cut. He also wants Dean to see how a professional faggot serves an Alpha. These are not lessons of retribution. They are lessons of instruction.
We must also remember that Dean’s Master/husband is just now fully embracing his Alphahood and his right of faggot ownership. This is a learning process for him as well!
I don’t think Dean should overly worry. Instead, I think Ryan gave Dean some useful advice: just remain obedient and serve his Master/husband with all of his heart, and things will be just fine!
I love you, Dean! Stay strong and continue to serve!
