This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

When I first met Michael, I knew instantly that he was a good faggot. How? Because he fearlessly pursued the fundamentals and made service a priority. This isn’t difficult. It simply requires courage and focus and humility. Michael has all of those qualities, and that led to his remarkable run of Alphas in his apartment complex.

Since then, I’ve come to know much more about Michael, and I can confidently state that he might be one of the greatest living non-porn faggots in the world. Since the apartment building assignment, Michael’s pure dedication to service has led to increasingly-incredible opportunities that make my mouth water. It has been one of the great privileges of my time with this site that I’ve been blessed to carry his experiences and encouragement.

With that said, Michael’s latest update is a real stunner; I’m so glad I kept pestering him to update me on his situation. I had to read it twice to digest it fully. Just read:

sam,  Thanks for asking.  i am super happy and super fulfilled in service to my teen Alpha god, Theo.

you and i have had this conversation before, but i never cease to be astounded by how naturally and instinctively an Alpha finds His Alphaness and imposes it on His willing faggot servant.  Theo’s need to unload is virtually perpetual — way in excess of the average 18-year-old male (at least in my experience).  i am expected to be there when He wakes up in the morning to take His morning load before He has the breakfast i prepare for Him and He heads off to school.  i am there when He comes home from practice to take His afternoon load.  Sometimes if He has a free period during the school day, He will text me and i slip out of work and head over to the high school.  my boss William (more about Him later) knows that i am going over to service his son and so He is very accommodating (not to me, but to His son Theo.)  And, of course i am there in the evening to take His last load before He goes to bed.

my service to Theo is pretty much a full-time job in addition to my regular full-time job.  i clean His apartment above the garage every day after i give him His morning BJ and send Him off to school.  i do His laundry.  Detail His car before He goes off on a date and keep it filled with gas.  i help Him with His class assignments and often, just do them for Him — not because He doesn’t understand the schoolwork (because He is brilliant) but rather because there are so many more enjoyable things He could do with that time — the gym, fucking girls or hanging with His buds.  He understands that He can call upon me at any time to run even the most trivial errands just because He can, and just because He knows that i am thrilled to do things for Him.

And as always, i am blown away by the supreme confidence that Alpha males have.  you will recall that Theo had inquired of my service to His father, William, and i told Him that that service did not include sexual service.  Well, one evening I am nourishing myself on Theo’s cock when His dad walks in.  Theo doesn’t miss a beat.  “Dad, the faggot tells me that it’s never given you a blow job.  You don’t know what you’re missing.”  William just stands there watching while Theo has a massive orgasm and deposits so much cum in my mouth (His fourth load of the day) that i cannot swallow it all, and a good amount dribbles out of the corner of my mouth.  “Take care of my dad,” Theo orders.  i go over, look up at William with pleading eyes and ask, “may i Sir?”  He nods and i unzip Him, take out an impressive cock and go to work.  i am thrilled to say that William is not just pleased, but overwhelmed.  i get to suck William off from time to time now.  Never at work, but often after i have blown Theo, He will direct me to go over to the big house and take care of His dad.

Now here’s the problem.  Theo will be going off to college in the Fall.  The acceptances come in next week, but all the schools He’s applied to are out of town.  If i am to continue my service to Him i will have to relocate.  William is trying to set something up for me to be “assigned” to the office of a client or of a friend of His so that i can continue in my service to Theo.  It depends on where Theo ends up going to college.  Stay tuned.

regards,  michael

Frankly, this is such a remarkable experience that I barely knew where to begin. First of all, this is yet another example of a straight Alpha father and straight Alpha son sharing a faggot together. I’ve covered enough of these true stories (from different cultures, too!) that this must be a rite of passage for Alphas. The empirical evidence clearly supports this.

Then I wonder in amazement at Michael’s workload and tirelessness in service. He literally must not have time to breathe these days with these expectant Alphas running him ragged. Priests in a monastery don’t dedicate themselves to this degree. It’s jaw-dropping.

But then that last part about being moved by his boss Alpha William so that Michael can continue to service his son at college … WOW! That’s mind-blowing. What a privilege to be so valued by two Alpha gods that they move heaven and earth so you can keep worshiping them!

I remember when I first began writing down the principles I lived by in my service to Alphas, and I felt alone and exasperated by the failure of my fag brothers to take this seriously. It was like they didn’t believe the possibilities of fulfillment if they would just dedicate themselves to it.

And then my beautiful brother Michael seemingly dropped out of the sky and perfectly embodied everything I had been preaching all along. And look at how happy and fulfilled he is! You can be just like him!

I am so very grateful to my brother for his honesty and his example. I love the inspiration (and, frankly, competition) Michael gives me. Thank you, my dear friend!

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

Faggots don’t often think about (or even realize) how much time is required to properly serve an Alpha. There are incredible demands for a faggot’s time and skill, time that must come from other parts of a faggot’s life. As I painfully learned at the end of my last long-term service situation, a lack of available time to serve will create a lot of anger and resentment.

My brother Michael is a terrific example of how a hard-working faggot can make a career and service work together to create a hectic-but-satisfying life.

When Michael began submitting to Alpha William’s son Theo, one of my first thoughts was, “Oh crap, how is he going to fit the demands of an 18-year-old Alpha into his already crowded life?” I know from experience that 18-year-old Alphas can be very demanding and sometimes find even creative ways to interrupt a faggot’s life in order to receive service. Still, the idea of having a chance to serve Alpha William all day at work and then come home to serve his son all night was tantalizing to me. I could almost hear Michael salivating for the opportunity.

Well, Michael’s first big test came the day after he sucked Master Theo’s dick for the first time! Read on:

Sam, my teen Alpha god found His “Alpha” pretty quickly.  Yesterday, His FIRST text to me was at 6:30 in the morning.  He needed His morning wood attended to before He went off to high school.  “I pay much better attention in class if I am not horned up,” He explained (as if any explanation to His faggot was necessary).  After i sucked an impressive load out of Him and He headed off to classes, i took advantage of the situation and cleaned up His room, changed the sheets on His bed and the towels in His bathroom, and gathered up His laundry (His used gym gear smelled particularly wonderful) and headed home to put His clothes in the wash before i headed out to the office to serve His father.  Theo texted me again in the late afternoon when He returned from school and His after-school workout with the soccer team.  When i arrived at His place, He was delightfully sweaty, but struggling at His computer trying to write an essay.  i knelt before Him on my arrival and kissed His feet.  “You know anything about economics, faggot?”  i allowed as i did.  “I need a 500 word essay — anything about econ.”  “i can do that for You, Sir,” i said.  “But first, let me lick that sweat off of You.” Then I sucked his cock. 

Theo’s third text of the day came around 10:30 pm and was a single work “NOW”  (yes, all caps).  He was naked when i arrived and monumentally erect. Parenthetically, i have to say that while i have seen a lot of cocks, i have never seen one so breathtakingly beautiful as Theo’s. i immediately got down and kissed His feet but He was impatient.  “Get up here and take care of this faggot.”  And after i sucked the third impressive load of the day out of Him, He dismissed me.

See how quickly Alphas can shift into service mode? Once you give them free reign, they will take everything you have to offer them! Your response to their demands can only be compared to wrestling a hurricane. The only recourse is to go limp and allow him to toss you around until you land somewhere, badly shaken up but exhilarated.

So I think, based on this evidence, we can safely say that Alpha William’s plan to teach his son how to use and dominate faggots was a resounding success. He tossed his Alpha son the perfect piece of red meat – Michael – and the young King eagerly devoured it! It should be interesting to see how Master Theo incorporates Michael and other faggots into his life going forward. But I have a feeling he isn’t giving up on faggots just yet!

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

The true story of Michael the faggot has been one of the greatest ongoing testaments to the power of faggot bravery and persistence I’ve ever covered. I thought I had a high rate of success, but I’ve got nothing on Michael. He’s almost autistic in the way he pursues cock and service opportunities.

Of course, it also helps that he’s apparently shooting fish in an overstocked barrel of needy and willing straight Alphas. He can’t seem to spit out a wad of gum without hitting an Alpha wanting a faggot to suck his dick. Michael lives in a Hierarchical utopia.

In the previous post I detailed how Michael had been largely dismissed by 18-year-old Alpha Eric and had already moved on to serving a 50-year-old Alpha from work named William. Michael was basically serving this straight Alpha as a task faggot, and it didn’t seem like it was likely to move beyond that.

Once again, I was wrong.

i am in the midst of he most unusual and interesting turn of events.  You will remember that i told you a few weeks ago about this awesome Alpha at work, William, who i have been serving in a number of non-sexual (damn it) ways.  i bring Him coffee periodically during the day, i come in early and straighten out His desk and attend to His correspondence, i sneak down to the parking garage at some time during the day and wash His car, or take it out to gas it up, i pick up His dry cleaning and put it in His car.  i do whatever is necessary to make His life easier and more enjoyable.  That’s what faggots, do, as you well know, Sam.. 

Well, yesterday William told me to meet Him at His gym after work, and when i showed up, William introduced me to His 18-year-old son, a high school Senior, Theo (not Ted, but Theo or Theodore).  And Theo is a boy-GOD.6’2″ of solid muscle, blond, blue eyes, killer smile, incredible body with like zero percent body fat (only a slight exaggeration). 

William introduces me to His son.  “Theo, this is michael, my faggot.  You need to learn about using faggots before you head off to college in the Fall.”  With that, William dismisses me, telling me “you’ll hear from Theo, bitch.”  Later last night i get a phone call from Theo.  He tells me that His dad gave Him my cell number.  He asks if it is too late for me to come over to His place.  i answer, “No Sir, what ever You want.” ( i am calling this high school  boy who i just met “Sir,” but it seems totally appropriate.)  So i go over.  Theo lives in a room above the garage, not in the main house with His parents.  He asks me what a faggot does for a man.  “Anything that You require to make Your life more enjoyable and better,” i tell Him.   “Hmmm,” is His only response.  Then He gets a phone call from a girl friend, and He dismisses me while He is engaged in phone sex with her,  i suspect i will be hearing from Theo today. 

I was breathless. I couldn’t believe William had made that bold move with his son despite the many similar true stories I have documented of Alphas teaching their Alpha sons about faggots. THIS IS A TRAINING METHOD BETWEEN ALPHAS. It seems to be almost instinctual among Alphas, honestly. I’ve encountered it so much that there seems little doubt that Alphas use faggots as tools for the enhancement of Alphahood in other Men. It’s natural.

Michael is such a skilled faggot that I did little to advise him on next steps. I knew that 18-year-old Alphas are very aggressive and unafraid to push boundaries, so I figured Michael was going to have another experience with Alpha Theo right away.

This time I was right.

Sam, i did hear from Theo yesterday — a text message asking if i could come over around 8:00.  i responded, “of course, Sir.”  When i got there He tried to pick up from our interrupted discussion of the day before.  “I don’t know how this works,” He said.  i looked around, the room was a typical teenagers room — a total mess, dirty clothes were strewn around everywhere, clean clothes spilling out of open drawers, unmade bed. i said nothing but started cleaning up His room.  He just watched, and then called His girlfriend and chatted with her while i worked.  An hour later, i was done.  i had a bundle of His dirty clothes.  “I’ll take these home and wash them Sir.  i’ll bring them back tomorrow.”  “Thank you … er … fag.”  “No need to thank me, Sir.  This is what faggots are for, Sir.  A Man like You has better things to do with His time than clean His room and do His laundry.” With that, i asked His permission to leave:  “if You have no further  need for me tonight, Sir, may i leave?” And he dismissed me.

You can see how Alpha Theo is feeling his way into the use of faggots. I think he’s wanting Michael to give him permission to take bigger, more intense things from Michael (like head). Alpha Theo doesn’t yet comprehend that he can literally demand anything he might want.

I’ve advised Michael to be a little bolder with Alpha Theo. Specifically, I want Michael to kneel and kiss Alpha Theo’s feet when greeting him. Alpha Theo needs to connect Michael’s function as a faggot to physical and sexual pleasure that his 18-year-old body is craving.

And honestly, Master William was surely intending to have Michael become a sexual servant to his son. Here is Alpha Theo in a frustrating relationship with a girl who keeps him at distance with phone sex and desperately needing worship and penetration. Master William has given his son a personal tool for penetration and sexual relief.

All Michael needs to do is be a little bolder with Alpha Theo … wave that red cape in front of this developing young Alpha … and it’s inevitable. It’s NATURE IN ACTION.

Once again, Michael is going to serve as the First Faggot of a powerful new Alpha! Something big is about to happen with this developing story! I couldn’t be any prouder of my fearless fag brother! Go Michael, go!

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

After that initial blowjob, Eric, the 18-year-old straight Alpha who took over Michael the faggot’s apartment, had been largely using Michael only in nonsexual ways (as outlined in the previous story). This can be enormously satisfying for a live-in faggot, of course, as we are tuned to provide any service possible to satisfy the needs of straight Alphas.

Michael commented on his daily service opportunities:

This is the first time I have actually lived with the Alpha I serve.  The closest to this before was when I was in high school and serving my next-door neighbor, Brian.  But actually sharing an apartment with my Alpha has opened up fascinating possibilities of service that I hadn’t considered before.  There are so many little things that I can do now to make His life so totally stress-free and enjoyable.  It goes beyond His assumption that of course, He can use my car when He is going out at night.  And because He uses it to pick up His women., I have taken extra care that the gas tank is always full and the car is polished and spotlessly clean.  And I ensure that the refrigerator and pantry are fully stocked with the things He eats (which is not what most normal people eat — more on that some other time.  Suffice it to say that some of these groceries are not easy to find.).  Because I live with Him I can run His bath towel through the dryer so that I can hand Him a warm towel when He steps out of the shower.  Little things: I clean the gunk off the top of His toothpaste tube, I dry the sweatband on the baseball cap He wears when He goes to the gym or when He runs every morning.  a faggot’s world is filled with opportunities to serve — so much more so when the faggot has the privilege of living with it’s Alpha.

But Eric has finally figured out that Michael can be used as an automatic blowjob machine.

Eric no longer addresses me by my name.  I am either “faggot” or “boy.”  When He calls me faggot, it is not in a deprecating way; not a put-down.  He calls me faggot like you would call a friend “buddy” or “pal.”  To Him it is just a form of address.  To be called “boy” by a teen-aged Alpha who is like 7 or 8 years younger than I seem perfectly appropriate. Compared to Him and His magnificence, I truly am insignificant.  He reminds me of my inadequacies as a male person (i have long ago gotten over considering myself as a “man”) when He calls me “boy” — like with experience and maturity I could grow into a man, although clearly that will never be.  He fully understands that I will be “boy” for all my life.

A couple of days ago I had the privilege of taking care of His morning wood. he realized that now that He had a faggot to take care of His morning erection, He didn’t have to take care of it Himself by jerking off.

The first time I gave Him a blow job, He never said a word until it was all over.  There was total silence until the moaning started.  When I am summoned in the morning to take care of His hard-on He just summons me.  “faggot get over here and take care of this” or similar words.  He says little or nothing while I am sucking Him off.  It is not an act of love or even worship.  It is just simply utilitarian.  He can’t get His running shorts on and take His morning run until the erection is down — simple as that.  If He senses that I am prolonging my ministrations He gets impatient.  “Hurry up, faggot.” or something like that. 

I don’t think He sees the morning sucking Him off and the worshipful blow job that I gave Him that first time as the same kinds of things.  In the mornings I am nothing more than a substitute for His right hand.  That first blow job I was a worshipful pilgrim at the altar of His divinity.

I love this complete attitude shift in the mindset of Alpha Eric. Now he is completely using Michael for EVERYTHING.

Imagine being summoned into the bedroom and ordered to service an 18-year-old’s erection so he can start his day! Michael used the word “utilitarian” to describe his function in this Alpha’s life, and that’s correct – he’s a utility. A machine existing only to serve the needs of a young, deserving Alpha.

I cannot express my pride in the humble, dedicated work of my brother Michael in this case. This is the fulfillment his father hoped for his faggot son so long ago. It’s beautiful to see!

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

For reference, this is the third post in a series of articles relating the introduction of faggot worship and service to an 18-year-old straight Alpha named Eric by Michael the faggot. In the first post Michael’s apartment is taken over by Alpha Eric (CLICK HERE), and in the second post Michael sucks off Alpha Eric and introduces the young god to the wonders of fag worship (CLICK HERE).

Okay, so do you want to know what it’s really like to be the live-in faggot to an arrogant straight Alpha?

Keep in mind that Alpha Eric moved into Michael’s apartment just a few weeks ago, and has been living there rent-and-responsibility free ever since. It’s pretty shocking how quickly this straight Alpha – brand new to everything related to the use of faggots – has assimilated the use of Michael into his routine.

But I thought this latest tidbit of information was especially illuminating. Here’s Michael:

Sam, I promised you more about Eric. 

Shortly after we started discussing His rights and privileges as an Alpha Male, Eric started bringing women back to the apartment several times a week.  I had noticed, before then, that He would disappear for a few hours several times a week. 

But then one day I got a text:  “I need the apartment after 9:00.  I’ll text you when you can come back.”  Not, “do you mind if I bring a girl back” or “can I have the apartment for a few hours.”  Rather, He just assumed that the apartment was His to use as He needed — which of course was an accurate conception of how things were.  I was paying the rent, but for all practical purposes, the apartment was His.  Sometimes, it was 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning before I would get the text that I could come back to the apartment. 

Once the text read something like “You can come back any time, but be quiet entering.  We’ll have breakfast at 7:30.”  On that morning, He and a gorgeous woman, in her 30s emerged from the bedroom, fully clothed for work.  I served an egg-white omelet with fresh chives from my window garden and quietly withdrew to change the sheets and towels in the bath.  He said nothing to her about who I was or why I was there serving breakfast.  It was like I was just another household appliance. 

I sniffed their sheets and pillowcases as I stripped the bed and put on fresh sheets.  That was reward enough.

Of course, being banned from the apartment for hours on end was not easy for me.  Because of the pandemic, I couldn’t go to the movies or to a library.  I didn’t want to go to a bar.  Generally, I just roamed the streets or dozed in my car.  But the knowledge that I was enabling Him to get His rocks off with one gorgeous woman after another was so satisfying.  You know how it is, Sam.

I do, indeed!

First of all, I want to say this directly to any straight Alphas who are reading this: if you are not living like this right now, you are missing out on an entire aspect of your rights as an Alpha Male.

I cannot understand why any Alpha Male would pass up this kind of day-to-day worship from dedicated faggots. It simply doesn’t add up in my brain. What straight Alpha Male’s life wouldn’t be enriched by owning a faggot like Michael?

And from this experience, it should be obvious that receiving such worship is not only deserved, but it’s also VERY easy to take. Alpha Eric used almost no effort to get complete service from Michael. Again, any Alphas who are not making use of this natural resource are completely missing the point of Alphahood and its power.

As for Michael, he is living a faggot’s dream life right now. Why? Because he was (a) brave, (b) completely and thoroughly submissive, and (c) thoughtful in how he handles himself.

This saga with Alpha Eric is just getting warmed up, I think. I’m looking forward to the next stage of Michael’s service to these great Alphas!

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

Well, I apologize. Several days ago I received the email from Michael the faggot that formed the centerpiece of the post I finally managed to write last night (CLICK HERE). Since it didn’t sound like any new developments were imminent, I thought I would have some time before I would need to update Michael’s story.

Nope! I forgot that events happen pretty quickly in the life of a professional live-in faggot!

In last night’s post I made this prescient statement:

“I do believe it is inevitable that Eric will use Michael sexually soon. I can only imagine what that will be like!”

Goddamn do I know what I’m talking about! This morning Michael surprised me with this smoking hot update!

Well, Sam, you were right; it was inevitable. I’ll get to that in a minute.  But first, a little bit about Eric.  He is spectacularly gorgeous:  perfect skin (tending toward the olive, like He had an Hispanic relative a couple of generations back; but His hair is very blond and the contrast with His skin is breathtaking.  He has a handsome face — not movie-star handsome, but very masculine, with perfect features.  He stands a little over 6 feet tall, and has, I would guess single-digit body fat percentage.  He is muscular, but not bulked out.  Perfectly defined (although clearly His co-workers in the office don’t see His physique).  But He has, even though when this Summer started He probably wasn’t aware of it, the perfect Alpha Male bearing. 

After He started His internship, He would tell me things like, “Gee Michael, the people at the office are so nice.  They bring me coffee several times a day, take me to lunch. And I’m only the kid who runs the Xerox machine.”  One day He said that the Big boss had invited Him to his club to play tennis.  I explained to Eric that He wasn’t in high school anymore.  He was in the real world and this is how Alpha Males are treated in the real world — served, worshiped even.  I explained that ordinary people have a need to serve Alphas, to worship them, and to do things for them. 

I explained that for some people, namely faggots, it is their life’s mission, their purpose for living, to serve Alphas and to make their lives easier, better, and more enjoyable. 

“Like you,” He asked,  “ironing my shirts and shining my shoes and doing my laundry.  Are you a faggot?” He asked.

And then, out of nowhere, “Do you suck my brother’s cock, faggot?”

“Yes, Sir, I do.”  (We had slipped into a different conversational mode, and it seemed totally appropriate for me to call this teenager “Sir.”) 

“Then you can suck mine, faggot.”  He had just returned from the gym (I had paid for His Summer membership at a neighborhood gym, as He found the workout room at our apartment building inadequate. He was in His workout shorts.  I knelt before Him and slipped His shorts down.  He was wearing a jock, and I could see Him starting to get hard through the pouch.  He smelled wonderful — teen sweaty.  I pulled off His jock revealing His awesome perfectly formed, perfectly proportioned cock.  Not huge, but big enough to be memorable. 

I realized this was an important moment. 

I started by licking up and down the length of His glorious prick.  Then I switched to sucking His generously-sized balls, sucking first one in, then the other, then both (a true mouthful).  Then I engulfed the full length of His prick in one gulp, well into my throat.  And then over the next 15 minutes or so, I repeatedly brought Him to the brink, and then backed off.  And when He finally rocketed off, it was an easy 5 or 6 massive blasts of cum, straight down into my stomach.  He was breathless when it was done.  When He could finally say something all He could say, over and over was “oh my God.” 

And so, another Alpha Male comes to truly realize the entitlement of Alpha-hood.  And the world is just a little bit a better place.

BRAVO!!!

I almost leaped up and cheered when I read this account! Here’s what I wrote back to Michael:

Michael,
HOLY FUCK!
Goddamn my instincts almost never fail me in shit like this!!! I could smell it coming in the air like an approaching spring rain.

It has really been incredible what your one act of courage has wrought in your life! This entire situation mushroomed from that one bold approach! 

But it’s not just that. Your attitude and matter-of-factness about your purpose is what makes them comfortable, too. I know because your approach is EXACTLY how I do it. I smiled so broadly when you related how you explained Alphahood to Eric because that is almost word-for-word how I explain it to straight Alphas I’ve seduced (like my recent Uber episode I related on the podcast).

Anyway, I’m really fucking proud of you, and so proud to call you my brother! Your Dad raised one amazing faggot!

I italicized a couple of parts on Michael’s account. One emphasizes the wording to use when discussing these matters, and one emphasizes the mindset necessary to really succeed as a faggot.

I explained that for some people, namely faggots, it is their life’s mission, their purpose for living, to serve Alphas and to make their lives easier, better, and more enjoyable.

By explaining the truth about faggots to straight Alphas in such a matter-of-fact way, we help them to understand that this is simply a natural part of the Hierarchical Order. It helps them accept the fact that faggots exist to serve and please them.

I realized this was an important moment. 

Whenever we as faggots have the opportunity to service a straight Alpha, we must have this mindset. It is a privilege to introduce these Alphas to the service of faggots. We can’t be lackadaisical or lazy about it. We must bring our “A-GAME” and really go over the top to give them mind-blowing experiences. After all, we will be their first faggot experience – make it one that they will want again and again!

My brother Michael is absolutely a faggot cut from the same cloth as I am. His overwhelming success in service is a testament to this approach, one I have practiced during my 22 years in service and preached constantly on this site.

But wait – there’s still more coming! Michael sent me a follow-up email:

Thanks my brother.  my experience with teen-god Eric has been just one amazing adventure after another.  I will write more when I have time (He’s keeping me pretty busy) but suffice it to say that of all the Alpha Males I have known, Eric has picked up on and asserted the rights and privileges of Alpha-hood quickest and most comprehensively.  Still, there is not an arrogant bone in His body.  He is in no way narcissistic.  Just pure, natural All-American Alpha god.

Hang on tight, everybody!!

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

I must admit that I was absolutely floored by this recent true story told to me by Michael the faggot about how his Alpha father revealed his true nature at age 13. The depth of wisdom shown by Michael’s father Steve is almost incomprehensible to mere mortals. It just doesn’t square with the behavior of average Men. Of course, Alphas are not average Men.

When we left the story, Master Steve had helped his faggot son Michael understand the truth of his existence, and had encouraged Michael to offer services to their Alpha neighbor Brian. Michael dutifully followed his father’s instructions and began serving Brian by helping with homework and chores.

But I knew there was more to the story, so I pressed on. And sure enough, Michael began to relate to me the further extraordinary training he received from his father, and the real start of his career as a faggot.

I started out by cleaning (Brian’s) room, and before long, i was doing his laundry, changing his sheets and towels every other day, washing his car, doing the grocery shopping for him and his mom.  My dad was watching this and clearly was approving of my performance as  faggot to my teen Alpha neighbor. 

One day my dad asked me how things were going with Brian, and i bubbled over with enthusiasm for my newly-found faggotry.  “You know,” dad said, “One day, he’s going to need a blow job.”  Dad explained that giving head is the ultimate way in which a faggot shows its dedication and submission to its Alpha, and that there is no greater physical pleasure that a faggot can provide to its Alpha. Dad explained that for a lot of Alphas, especially straight Alphas like Brian, getting his dick sucked was a major step psychologically; that they had to get over the idea that it was somehow “gay” to get their cocks sucked.   Dad said that once they got over that prejudice, there was so much that a faggot could do to make its Alpha feel great.

My dad then asked if I had ever sucked cock.  I told him that I had not.  My dad then commenced to teach me.  He explained the anatomy.  He explained how even an average size dick was longer than the mouth and inevitably how the faggot’s throat would be involved.  He explained how the muscles of the throat could work to enhance the pleasure that the Alpha receives.  My dad explained how a faggot should breathe while its throat was stuffed with Alpha cock.  And when it came time for me to practice, my dad let me practice on his cock.  He talked me through it; he explained about the gag reflex, and both the positive and negative aspects of gagging on an Alpha’s cock.

WOW! I thought Master Steve’s training was extraordinary before! I had no idea that he actually had his faggot son practice on his own cock!

After that thorough training, Michael was ready to offer himself sexually to his new Alpha Brian. All he needed was an opportunity.

One Sunday afternoon, I was at Brian’s editing one of his school assignments on his computer when he came in from a date.   “Shit, faggot,” he exclaimed. “I’m as horny as a toad, and Sarah (his girlfriend at the time) wasn’t in the mood.” I told him that I could take care of that. 

“What do you mean?” he said.  So, i got down on my knees and i pulled down his shorts.  His cock popped out, already pretty hard (but little did i know then just how much bigger and harder it could become) and i reached for it. 

Brian protested, “I’m not gay.”  I explained to him that he wouldn’t become gay if i sucked his dick.  If he sucked mine, that might be different. He seemed to accept that explanation, and i started in licking his cock, as my dad had taught me.  Dad taught me that a blow job is not merely a sexual act; rather it is an act of worship.  A faggot takes its time and gives its Alpha’s cock the respect and adoration it deserves. After all, it is the very font of the Alpha’s power, of his being. 

But I could tell that Brian was on the verge of explosion and I didn’t want him to miss the full deep throat experience so I backed off of cock licking and took his truly gorgeous cock into my mouth and down my throat.  The rest, as i wrote the other day, is history.

Master Steve also taught Michael the true worth of an Alpha’s cumshot.

The first time I tasted Brian’s cum was amazing.  That was the first time I actually ever tasted cum — not even my own, as difficult as that may be to believe.  Even while he was training me, my dad never ejaculated, so I never tasted his cum.  I didn’t know what to expect, taste-wise, and I found the taste a little strange.  The first impression was slightly salty; then I thought it tasted musty.  It is not altogether an unpleasant taste and since then, many loads later, I have come to kind of enjoy the taste. 

How I felt?  Well, I felt on top of the world.  All the bed making and laundry doing and errand running aside, when I brought Brian to orgasm using only my mouth, I had this tremendous feeling of having arrived at a destination, of having committed myself so there was no turning back. (And indeed, I have not turned back.) 

I knew to swallow his load, because my dad impressed upon me the importance of doing that (although even without dad’s tutoring, I would have done it anyway.  Dad said that beyond being disrespectful, when an Alpha gives a faggot his cum he is giving the faggot the very essence of his being, of his Apha-hood.  It is a gift of a god, and the faggot MUST swallow, to capture that essence within himself forever.

Alpha Brian’s reaction followed the pattern of most straight Men who experience their first blowjob from a faggot – surprise, confusion, and finally gratitude.

Brian’s reaction?  It took me about 10 minutes or so to bring him to climax.  When he did orgasm, he must have shot 4 or 5 shots of cum down my throat (I didn’t actually taste him until started to withdraw and the last load sort of dribbled across my tongue.  His words were “On my fucking god!!”  He had had blow jobs before, he told me, but never like this. 

It was my first blow job, and from my current perspective, I know it probably was a pretty lousy bj.  But it was not the last one I gave Brian.  In fact, it became a pretty steady thing — to the point that sometimes he would text me to come over and take care of him before he headed to school, or to practice.  There was an initial period of, I guess, guilt or confusion in his part, but he got over that quickly.

And so began Michael the faggot’s career of serving Men!

Most faggots develop like I did, by trial and error, asking questions, humbly accepting advice, and lots of meditation. But Michael’s incredible development into the courageous worship machine he is today was made possible by the once-in-a-lifetime, hands-on instruction of his father Master Steve.

When Alphas take the time to groom and train faggots, passing on their knowledge of Hierarchical truth, they sow the seeds of proper and valuable service to Men. The ripple effect of this is incalculable and profound. For example, Master Steve’s training of his faggot son has led to many other straight Alphas receiving service from him, even down to this very day many years later.

It is my sincere hope that Alphas reading this account will take these lessons into their heart. Alphahood is about more than simply blowing a load. It’s about being a LEADER OF MEN. It is about being the captain of a great ship and commandeering every male on the vessel to steer it to its destination.

It is Nature’s way. The universe gives Alphas tremendous blessings, but also a sacred commission. The greatest Alphas – Apex Alphas like Master Steve – proudly take hold of that commission with a serious mind and unwavering focus.

And our world is better for that kind of leadership.

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

I think many readers were inspired/jealous/amazed by the story of Michael, the faggot who basically offered his way into service to a bunch of Alphas in his apartment complex. It is absolutely one of the most impressive faggot stories I’ve ever featured on this site. Many of you undoubtedly wondered how Michael became so devoted and single-minded in service to Alphas.

As I have discovered, Michael learned about the truth of his existence from his Alpha father, a remarkable and very wise Master named Steve.

One fateful day Master Steve upended his son’s world with a startling revelation:

i was maybe 14 or 15 years old.  i had a crush on the guy who lived next door.  He was in my high school, a couple of years ahead of me.  He was gorgeous, 6 feet tall broad shoulders, blond hair, tanned, always smiling.  Everyone in school liked him and looked up to him.  He played on the basketball and baseball teams, was always on the honor roll.  He had amazing confidence.  One day, while my dad and i were doing some yard work, i told my dad that i wanted to be just like Brian. 

My dad stopped what he was doing and just said directly, “You can’t be like Brian, Mike.” 

“What do you mean?” I asked.  So my dad explained: among all the men in the world, very few of them are Alpha males.  They are Alpha Males by the nature of their genetic structure, personality, what have you.  They are born that way.  They do nothing to become Alphas.  You can’t learn to be an Alpha, you can’t practice.  “You either are or you are not,” my dad said.  He went on to say that he could tell just by being my dad, that i am not an Alpha Male.

What a stunning moment! Imagine being a 14 year-old boy and told this by your Alpha father!

Master Steve wisely dropped that first taste of truth and allowed it to sink into Michael’s mind and soul. However, what came next was an even more powerful truth!

It took me quite a while to process what my dad had told me about Alpha Males.  Even though i had started high school, i was really quite immature about things sexual.  i kind of put the whole business in the back of my mind as i tackled school work. 

It was maybe months later when i again raised the issue with my dad.  i told him that i had been thinking about what he had said that day in the garden.  “And what have you been thinking?” my dad asked. 

“Well, i have been thinking about Alpha Males and Brian, and i guess i understand that if i can’t become an Alpha like Brian, i can still try to be Brian’s friend.” 

“Of course,” my dad said, “but you need to understand that just as fate had laid out this role of Alpha for Brian, fate has also laid out a special role for you, son, as a faggot.” 

i was shocked.  i had heard the word before and when i heard the word used, it was never in a good sense. 

But before i could protest that i wasn’t a faggot, and that my dad, of all people shouldn’t be calling me that, my dad, said: “Stop right there. Everything that you have heard on the street about faggots is wrong, is prejudice, is adolescent boys talking bullshit about shit that they know nothing about.” 

And then my dad commenced to tell me things about what my life would be like that just blew my mind.

Hearing that truth from his Alpha father cut like a knife. But then Master Steve connected the dots for his faggot son in the most direct and beautiful way:

My dad told me that faggots existed in order to serve Alpha Males; that faggots looked for ways to help Alphas, to make their lives easier.  My dad explained that faggots did this because they got a kind of sexual charge out of doing things for Alpha Males. 

What was shocking about this was that my dad was explaining exactly what i was going through at that time.  i had started to make friends with Brian at school.  He would let me sit with Him and His friends in the cafeteria.  Once Brian kind of idly said, to no one in particular, that He would love a coke out of the machine that was in the school lunchroom.  He wasn’t asking anyone to get it, and He didn’t get up to get it Himself.  But i just went to the machine and bought Him a coke.  And i got kind of a hard-on bringing the coke back to Him. So, when my dad said that faggots did things for Alphas for the sexual charge, that really resonated with me, and my ears perked up so to speak. 

But my dad went farther in his explanation.   He explained that a faggot would perform a service for an Alpha not so much for the sexual high, but because that is what faggots do — that is their purpose.  The sexual high is a kind of bonus for the faggot, but that the faggot’s real satisfaction comes from the knowledge that his service pleases the Alpha.  i found this a little difficult to wrap my mind around.  But with experience, i would come to understand exactly what my dad was talking about. 

What a concept to unwrap for his son! Considering this was 10-12 years ago, Michael’s father was really unloading principles that the internet hadn’t quite popularized yet! This just goes to show that the Alpha/faggot dynamic is an ancient one understood at a fundamental level by Men.

Then Master Steve opened up his faggot son’s eyes to the possibilities:

That was how he taught me,  He focused on the teen Alpha next door, Brian, who i really admired.  Dad knew this.  A few weeks after i bought Brian a coke at school and my dad and i had the first talk about how a faggot serves, i mentioned to dad that Brian’s mom, who was a single mom, had set up some rules in their house — essentially, Brian had to take care of himself: clean his room, do his own laundry clean up his breakfast dishes, that kind of stuff. 

My dad just said to me – and i remember his words exactly because they essentially set a template for my intro into real faggotry – “don’t you think that Brian has more important things to do with his time than clean his room?” 

i thought about it.  Of course he does.  Brian could spend extra time in the gym fine-tuning his incredible body. Or fucking his girl friend.  Or hanging out with his buds at the burger joint.  But the point my dad made was not that i would clean Brian’s room because i wanted to, and not because i freed Brian from doing that task, but because it made Brian’s life richer.

With that one instance, my dad instilled in me the essential creed of the faggot:  i do my Alpha’s laundry, or wash His car or scrub His bathroom floor, not to relieve Him of that task, but to enhance the joy of His life — to make His life richer, more pleasurable.  And that is how my dad followed my progress in my early years as i explored the dimensions of being a faggot. 

This is the lesson, the one that needs to be embraced by all faggots everywhere. It’s a lesson that this great Alpha Male had the wisdom, insight, and compassion to instill in his beloved faggot son. What an incredible, unforgettable gift! It was, in fact, pivotal and life-changing in the deepest of ways!

And just imagine the struggle that Master Steve must’ve felt within himself! To look at his son and see the reality that his son – the fruit of his Alpha loins – was actually a faggot. It had to be difficult. But rather than cry over what was lost, Master Steve instead embraced what he found, and made it the best he could!

EPILOGUE

Years later, there was a beautiful moment that summed up the unprecedented relationship between Master Steve and his faggot son Michael:

It was some years later.  i already was in college, doing well, playing intercollegiate sports, and in service to my Alpha roommate.

i was talking to my dad while at home on a break and he asked, as he was prone to do at that time, how i was making out as a faggot to my roommate (i kept no secrets from my dad).  i told him it was great, i really felt complete and fulfilled by my service. 

He said he was glad to hear that, and the conversation drifted to my high school days and my earlier forays into faggotry.  i said that i really, really appreciated what he did, that he set me on the right course, and that he enabled me to feel good about myself and my role in life. 

And my dad said, “Mike, that’s what fathers do.  They prepare their sons for life.  I taught you how to tie your shoelaces, how to hit a baseball.  Why wouldn’t I teach you how to be the best fucking faggot you could possibly be?” 

I don’t know if you ever saw the 2008 BBC TV serie Merlin, a very loose reinterpretation of the Arthurian legends, in which Merlin is Arthur’s manservant and has to keep his magic secret. I saw it again for the first time since I’ve known Hierarchy and it struck me that Merlin is actually Arthur’s faggot. Although he resists it at first, as time passes it becomes clear that he’s hopelessly in love with his Alpha Master. He is devoted to him and worships him, in a one-sided relationship where Arthur treats him like a likeable stooge. Funny how the Hierarchy is even reflected in a popular family TV show!

I did not see that show; I’m not really big on watching a lot of serialized television (or much television in general). I took a glance at a little bit of it due to your question, and it looks kinda chintzy and cheap. 

However, I’m not really surprised that the show reflects Hierarchy as you describe. You’re right – it’s literally everywhere once you’re trained to see it. It’s so ingrained into the very fabric of human society that art constantly and unconsciously reflects it. 

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Hello Brother,

About two years ago, I took in my then 14 year old nephew. He’s had a very rough life but has turned out to be an amazing kid. He gets good grades, is a multi sport athlete, and has a lot of friends. At 16, he is already exhibiting alpha traits.

For Christmas, he asked for sessions with a personal trainer because he wanted to max his looks. My partner’s ex-boyfriend is a trainer and was willing to take him on.

And oh my God, it has paid off. At the risk of sounding weird, my nephew is a fucking stud. He was always a cute kid and naturally fit, but now with his new workout routine, he has become a GOD among mortals.

And to add to that, he has had a few girlfriends. We talked about safe sex, of course, and he told us he needs condoms with more room. So apparently he is bigger down there too.

What’s more, he has become pretty popular on TikTok and Snapchat. He doesn’t have to post much and gets a ton of likes. He thinks it’s fun, but I think this sort of attention about to awaken the alpha within.

I told him to put his cash tag on his profile. Already he has had a few guys send him money. He doesn’t quite understand his power yet, but I’m encouraging him to lean into it slowly.

My partner is much more dominant and masculine than me and can speak alpha and sports and masc things with him. Even he has noticed that the kid has potential.

Thank you for providing incredible resources. I will find a way to introduce him to your site.

Thanks for the message!

It’s wonderful to see an Alpha that young start to embrace that natural power within himself! I’m glad your partner has gotten him into physical fitness and weight lifting! While I don’t think huge muscles have much to do with Alphahood in general, I think it’s vital for the Alpha during his developing years. It gives the developing Alpha a sense of his physical superiority over inferior males and gets his mind in the framework of besting others. It also helps that he’s receiving tributes from faggots on TikTok, for obvious reasons. 

I’m really proud of you and your partner for shepherding your nephew toward his destiny! Keep my posted on his progress! 

P.S. I loved it when you said your partner “speaks Alpha”! It really is its own language! 

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Hierarchy 271 – Master HollywoodPwrTop Interview!

My exclusive interview with the next great black God Alpha of porn, @HollywoodPwrTop!

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Was very intrigued by Master JA’s compelling story and wondered if he is available for contact. Thanks!

Master JA’s letter to the former itineration of this site – fagsworshipalphas.com – came while I was incarcerated. I ended up answering it while still locked up, but when I got free everything had collapsed. He left no email address for me to reach back out to him. The letter was so astonishing that I recreated it here from the archive in the hope that he will someday find it an return!

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s really sad to me that, after almost 10 years teaching Hierarchical truth online (alongside many others), more straight Alphas don’t know about the growth and power available to them through the use and ownership of faggots. Granted, straight Alphas have always used faggots to some degree or another, but through ownership straight Alphas make a leap that other, lesser males cannot ever experience. On the other side of that leap is exponential growth and limitless power.

The possibility of that kind of power was something a smart Alpha like Master Mike couldn’t pass up.

My first encounter with Master Mike occurred when he reprimanded me for not instructing his first faggot Benjamin properly. When I complied, he wrote to me and fully introduced himself to me, and we’ve been discussing his ownership of Benjamin and his plans for further training.

Here’s what Master Mike wrote to me last Thursday after I impressed him:

I am impressed by the fact you posted my reprimand. Very humble even for a faggot. Makes me wish you could join Benji on his reward this weekend. It is the six nations (European rugby contest) final matches on Saturday and I have 3 guys from my rugby team coming to watch at mine. Benji does not know they are coming but he will be attending in his full capacity as my faggot. I have bought a nice thick leather collar for the occasion. He will be serving us snacks and beers as well as a full steak dinner he prepared in the evening. All of it bought with his credit card. They have already been told what to expect and what they can ask of him. It does include a foot cleaning as I have trained him. They have also been told no photographs or getting rough with him. All of then have met Benji before so they will know him by face. They are staying the night and getting breakfast in the morning so Benji should have a full 24 hours of serving 4 straight men simultaneously. I know your pussy will be twitching imagining being in his place, but you will restrain yourself from posting this update until Sunday morning. Benji will not know until they arrive that they are coming. And he will not know until after they leave that they knew before that he was my faggot and would be serving them. 

Well, I didn’t hear anything until after the weekend was finished, but it was one hell of an update:

Got a proper account for you about Benjis submission. What a weekend it has been. It started Thursday when I messaged Benji to come over on Friday and happened to mention I was having a shit day. I finish work and head to Thursday rugby practice then head home after. Benji is sat on my doorstep waiting for me. At first I was pissed at him imposing but he said he had messaged offering to come over and cook. I check my phone and what do you know there was a unread message from him. I let him in and he cooked and got on with housework. I was torn whether to punish him for imposing or be happy that he is predicting my wants and needs like a top tier fag.i decided on not punishing him. I did make him phone in sick on Friday though. I had the day off and there were things to do. I was going to be hosting a Six Nations rugby party on Saturday and needed to pick up some snacks. I took Benji’s phone and wallet so he would have no distractions and left him to fully clean my house. He did a satisfactory job of cleaning and once my shopping was unpacked, I took him for a fully supervised clean and reshape of the cage area so he was fully presentable. I had 3 friends coming the next day which Benji didn’t know about. But no fag of mine was going to embarrass me in front of my mates. Then Saturday rolled around. Benji knew I would probably be watching the rugby so he was ready to be serving drinks. He was fully dressed up as a faggot. His chastity cage was polished, he was wearing a leather collar I picked up for him and nothing else.

What he wasn’t expecting was a knock on the door at 10:30. He looked very confused. I told him firmly to get the door. As always he obeyed. I could tell he was terrified. My mates had all been told what to expect and just laughed when he opened the door for them. They walked in like it was nothing and sat around my lounge as I had instructed them. Judging by how red Benji went he humiliated but I was just getting started. He was instructed to get each of us a beer and then to remove their shoes and socks so they could get comfortable. He laid out the snacks for us all and then the matches started. I had him washing my feet during the whole Ireland vs Italy match. And every time my team Ireland scored he was to kiss my feet. For the other matches, I passed him to the others to clean their feet. Only 2 of them accepted, but that is the loss of the third. I think he was worried it was too gay. But it isn’t gay to be served by a faggot.

Benji then made us dinner and we settled in for the final match of the day. Benji’s service had been perfect even though he was humiliated as hell. So I decided to reward him. I called him over and put him directly in front of me. And I offered him my feet. He went to massage them with his hands as usual but I stopped him. Mouth and tongue faggot. He obeyed faster than I thought was possible. I think the little faggot was so excited to finally serve its Master with more then it’s hands. He just kept going and fucking hell did it feel good. His tongue was getting right in between my toes. He seriously has me considering where else that mouth would be of use. He will have to earn that privilege though.

I must have looked like I was loving the treatment as one of the others asked for a turn but I told him absolutely not. My faggot obeys me and will serve as I tell him to. But he will only worship me. I own him and I do not share worship or ownership.

After the last match we just stayed up drinking. Benji was either getting us drinks or kissing and licking my toes. It was very telling that he would not come off my toes unless I told him to get their drinks. He outright ignored their orders if they were counter to mine. I guess that is the hierarchy at work. Two of them stayed the night after drinking that much. Benji was brought into my room where I could keep an eye on him. I allowed him to sleep on my bed at my feet as he did such an incredible job.

This morning he made breakfast for them and then they left. As I am writing this to you he is at my feet giving them another worship session.

Once I have sent this I will be making three things clear to him. One is that he has passed probation. He has proven that he improved my quality of life in his service as a faggot. I will be permanently keeping him as a personal faggot and from here on he is MINE. Two is that as MY faggot he is a member of this household. That means he will get a key and be allowed to live here if he so wishes. The rules are to be obeyed whether he is here or not. He is no longer to treat his flat as somewhere he can behave like a man. No clothes. No furniture. He just has to choose where to obey the rules and I think he will choose my house. Third is that I will do nothing to stop the rugby team from knowing I have a pet faggot. Three of them already saw first hand. All of them come by semi frequently. None of them know Benji’s friends or work colleagues. So I have no interest in hiding it.

So there we are. I am now the official and very proud owner of a faggot. He did a great job this weekend. I think Benji wanted to tell you all this himself but who cares what a faggot wants. He got to start serving my feet this weekend.

Truly a magnificent and glorious display of raw Alpha power by Master Mike! Not only was it an effective way to break Benjamin’s walls of resistance and train obedience into him, but it also taught his Alpha Pack the value of faggot ownership! How can anyone deny the Hierarchical truth powering Master Mike’s decision to take ownership of a personal faggot?

And Master Mike’s blunt statement – “It isn’t gay to be served by a faggot” – is absolutely true, and that truth is explicitly understood only by those straight Alphas powerful enough to own one.

I am taken aback every time I find another straight Alpha who is willing to display such power this openly. In Master Mike’s mind, any member of his Alpha Pack who disagrees with faggot ownership is wrong and not Alpha, essentially. He understands it’s an Alpha’s RIGHT to own and use faggots.

Thank you, Master Mike, for sharing the beginning of your ascension to true power!

What’s the real pecking order of superiority—White, Black, or Asian—and am I, an Asian dom, secretly at the bottom?

Alright, I’m a dominant Asian dude—built like a tank, cocky as hell, and I’ve always thrived on pinning guys down and making them worship me. I’ve got this alpha energy, and I love the power trip. But your posts keep throwing me off, man. You’re always hyping up massive black cocks—thick, veiny monsters that could split anyone open—and it’s got me questioning everything. I always figured white guys were the top dogs: chiseled jaws, towering frames, and those big, perfect dicks that scream superiority. I mean, I’ve been drooling over them myself, fantasizing about their rugged hands forcing me down, degrading me with that smug, entitled grin, calling me a pathetic little Asian bitch while they ram me with their huge white cocks. But if white dudes are into black cock—craving that raw, primal power—where does that leave me? I’m over here, a so-called dom, getting hard thinking about white men owning me, humiliating my smaller Asian dick, laughing at how it doesn’t even compare. Does that make Asians the lowest? The ultimate inferiors? I’m conflicted—part of me wants to keep dominating, but the other part wants to kneel and take it, drooling over white superiority while secretly wondering if black reigns supreme. What’s the hottest, most fucked-up racial hierarchy here, and how do I deal with this as a dom who might just be a submissive fag deep down?

1. What’s the most superior race?

   – White

   – Black

   – Asian

Sir, I’m sorry if I’m rattling your confidence! You have no reason to feel that way.

Look, I feel like I have a pretty balanced understanding of Hierarchy, but I’m still a faggot and a human. I have served a lot of black Alphas and I’m attracted to them. But in my mind there is no difference between Alphas based on race or even dick size. You should take the same mentality, Sir. 

I don’t want to rank them as you requested. I respect Alphas of all sorts, and I don’t want to hurt anyone. 

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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!

There is a point in an owned faggot’s life when a moment of clarity occurs, a self-actualization that crystallizes the faggot’s purpose. It’s the result of a potent cocktail of dopamine, perpetual subspace, and the chemical composition of cum flowing in the faggot’s veins.

Regardless, the faggot can see its life in simple-yet-meaningful terms for the first time. Everything is finally clear.

That’s where my little brother Fabien is today. He wrote this astounding declaration to me this morning after a whirlwind weekend of use by his Master Anthony and his Alpha Pack. I’ll stop talking and share what he wrote:

You know, there is one truth that is becoming ever more deeply ingrained in me: I am a natural-born slave for God Alphas. I have a slave’s soul, a slave’s heart, a slave’s brain, a slave’s body. I feel it in every single fiber of my being. My existence is meant to serve a God Alpha. To serve Anthony. It’s so warming and liberating to realize it and reflect on it! Anthony is my One True God. I won’t rest until I’ve done absolutely all I can to make his life the most perfect paradise it can be!

So beautiful, and so perfectly said!

This Alpha is just a huge muscle beast who vastly overwhelms this smaller faggot. This is just the way Alphas love it. To them, there’s nothing better than pinning a small faggot down and using it however they want.

Few things will make a Man feel more godly than this!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a young gay God Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of multiple faggots including Giovanni. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Every Alpha wants to be a God Alpha. There are many who stake a claim on that title, and some of them even have resumes that resemble God Alphahood on the surface.

But a true God Alpha isn’t defined by a title. He’s defined by the actions he takes to reshape reality into his own vision. He picks up the lives of inferiors around him and, through sheer force of will and his own great power, he is able to transform them all into better versions of themselves as part of a Kingdom that worships him.

By that lofty definition, Master Lorenzo practically stands alone.

When I first met Master Lorenzo a few years ago, he was a student with a great work ethic and a tremendous amount of confident power radiating from him. Even then, I knew he was not like even other Alphas I’ve known. He claimed faggots with ease, handily controlling them with the bare minimum of his attention.

As time has gone on, I’ve watched and chronicled Master Lorenzo’s completion of schooling and his stunning early success in his professional life. Then, so beautifully, Master Lorenzo chose to rescue an abandoned faggot named Giovanni and his mother from Europe by bringing them to his city in Brazil and giving them a great new life under his care.

But even with those great accomplishments under his belt, Master Lorenzo – like any true God Alpha – wasn’t content to rest. He had larger desires and greater visions to achieve.

And now he’s ready to unveil his latest dream-come-true: A new God Alpha House in Brazil for Hierarchical worship and service!

I’ll let Master take it from here:

This is your Master Lorenzo. I am writing to inform you that some things will change from now on. Long story short, I realized that we only live once and we can’t wait forever to fulfill our purpose. So, I decided to gather with Jose from Mexico and Juan from Spain to form the ultimate Alpha Family. We’ve been talking for months and we finally have a plan. Juan and I will pay for Jose’s flight to Brazil. Juan will also come with Bruno. 

The idea is to turn my house into a sanctuary for Alphas and faggots. They won’t move in for good, but I found a way to bring them here at least every other month. We want to focus on our inner truth and take care of our fags to make them the world’s best fags ever. 

We want to focus on our new endeavor now. I currently have Gio and Rafael with me. Juan is bringing Bruno. So we’ll have 3 fags for 3 Alphas in the house, but I intend to get at least 6 fags, so each of us can have 2 while they are here. Time will tell.

This is MONUMENTAL news!

Unlike so-called “Alpha houses” that social media influencers create as clickbait, this will be an ACTUAL place where pure Hierarchy is enforced and revered! Alphas will be worshiped, faggots will serve and be trained, and all will finally drink from the cup of fulfillment that Hierarchy promises to all who embrace it!

For a lowly faggot like me, this is an extraordinarily proud moment. All three of these Alphas came to be united through THIS SITE and my humble efforts to document their separate lives! It’s like Professor Xavier’s “School For Gifted Students” in the X-MEN series, except this will be a real-life Hierarchy University that sprang from this, the online one!

I am blessed beyond words to be able to even share this with all of you!

Of course, something similar happened a few years back in Toronto. Three straight Alphas at Toronto University (led by Master Jin) collected themselves into a community that at its peak housed seven faggots! Those three Alphas (and a couple of Alpha friends) lived like literal Kings and their faggots were kept very busy and full of cum!

But those Alphas in Toronto learned everything on the fly while constantly consulting with me. In this instance, all three Alphas are God Alphas and Masters of the highest discipline and order. They are all ready to take this next leap in life, and they need nothing from me.

I was merely the conduit through which their tremendous power flowed and coalesced!

I’m so overjoyed for my faggot brothers who are set to experience this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I have truly come to love Gio and Rafael and dear, brave Bruno. The things they learn in service together, worshiping these greatest Men, will change them and grow them forever!

And I’m especially proud of my three great Kings! Masters Juan and Jose will be leaving their native countries and arriving to a paradise of worship in Brazil. It’s just what they deserve!

And of course, my little faggot heart beats faster than a rabbit’s for my glorious Master Lorenzo. His is the tenderest and most complete Ownership any faggot could ever know. I’ve tasted droplets of his everlasting power from afar, and it sustains me.

The greatest Alphas – God Alphas – make things grow around them. They create, not destroy.

This is Master Lorenzo’s newest creation, and it is very, very good!

I love you all!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

NOTE: The following testimony is written by Alpha Lucas, who is 15 years old. This is published with the written permission of his Mother, Sophie. So whiners and keyboard warriors: FUCK OFF.

In the annals of the nine years of this site, there has never been a young Alpha so sure of his Kingship as 15-year-old Alpha Lucas. The only real analogue is Master Dean, who claimed his faggot twin brother at a similar age. I’ve covered some distant memories of situations similar to this.

But Alpha Lucas’s story is remarkably unique not only because of his vast power at that age, but also because he has his mother Sophie completely onboard as the Queen who desires to raise her son as the God Alpha she knows he is.

Alpha Lucas recently wrote directly to me through his mother’s monitored email, to make introduction to me as well as make a declaration of his arrival on the Hierarchical scene. That arrival feels like the arrival of the asteroid that collided with the Earth and killed the dinosaurs. A monumental thing.

Here’s what Alpha Lucas said:

Hi inferior,

I’m Alpha Lucas. Mom is okay with me writing to you on her email. We both listened to your podcast about me and I loved it! We all agree that I’m at least an Apex Alpha, if not more. I love ordering people around and seeing them get busy to please me. Bring me this, carry me that, give me something, massage me, kiss my feet. What I love the most is when other boys at first dislike me and resist me, and end up submitting. That’s so good to see them give up and admit my superiority! I was born to be served. My dream is to have many menservants and maidservants at my beck and call, completely focused on my comfort and my happiness as their only aim. I used to think everyone dreamed of that, but I have found out many buddies actually like to be servants and that they enjoy submitting to me! So, as you said, it’s just a win-win for everyone.

Anyway, I was intrigued by what you said about protector Alphas and destroyer Alphas. I want to be a protector Alpha. That’s how it started with my best friend when we were kids. I defended him by kicking the shit out of the bastards who beat him up. Since then, he follows me everywhere and does everything I tell him. I love that. He’s a good pal and I don’t want anything bad happening to him. But I’m wondering. When my servants kiss my feet, or even just kneel, or simply call me “my prince” or “master”, I feel a wave of energy rise within me. I feel a rush that I don’t quite understand. I don’t know exactly what I want but I feel like I want to hit them, tackle them to the ground, make them beg. Are these the impulses of a destroyer Alpha? Should I worry about this? How do protector Alphas treat their inferiors? I don’t want to hurt them, but in a way I also want to. It’s complicated.

I have no idea how a young Alpha can already have a deep desire to own multiple servants all submitting and serving him. Can this really be an inborn thing? It’s so startling to read those desires from him. It’s like looking into a black hole only to find it looking back at you with a hungry, predatorial look in its eyes!

Tempering that is Alpha Lucas’s expressed hope and desire to become a Protector Alpha. That’s meaningful and admirable. I’m excited to see how he develops that!

Then Alpha Lucas shared a recent experience that showed off how he’s dealing with the Protector and Destroyer sides of his Alpha personality.

I appreciate your answer. I like the challenge of having to manage all my superior male impulses and learn to channel them into being the protector I want to be. Yesterday, I met a fellow boy I challenged to a fight, just for fun. When I pinned him to the ground, I told him “If I wanted to, I could smash your face in and hurt you a lot”. He begged me. I told him I’d spare him if he’d admit that I was the strongest and that I was his master. He complied. I loved the feeling. I helped him up and hugged him. I don’t know if this is something alphas do with their inferiors, but it came naturally to me. That evening, I invited him home to play video games and watch TV. He sat down by himself on the floor at my feet. When he approached the coffee table, I put my feet on his shoulders, like a footrest. He didn’t flinch. I think I’ll make him lick my feet often!

I had a question to ask you, after your e-mail. You dispute that my childhood friend is my friend. Is the master-servant relationship really incompatible with friendship? I still like hanging out with him and I mean him well. Even if I like to boss him around, and he likes to obey me. But I’m not going to kill him and eat him like the farmer does his animals, I’m still going to have fun with him. We just both know our places: I’m the superior one, he’s the inferior, I command, he serves.

With these kinds of experiences and the knowledge he’s rapidly gaining through this site, Alpha Lucas is really beginning to see the real truth of his destined place in Hierarchy:

Yeah, I’m totally in to think of my closest subs as my dogs: my friendly and loyal servants. I’m not looking for equal relationship anyway. The only relationships I know are the ones where I have the power. I most definitely agree that my classmates are all inferiors to me. I’m not one of the leaders of my class: I’m the only one leader. That is why I’m interested by your telling about Alpha pack of Alpha brothers who are “on my level”. I have yet to met a guy I think of as being “on my level”, but I guss there might be some out there. If I remember your diagram, there is hierarchy even among Alphas. I’m pretty sure I’m an Apex if not a God Alpha so if and when I met Alpha brothers, I’ll be a leader. So, even they won’t really be my equals, right?

You see? He understands that he is ascending to the highest heights of Hierarchy!

To that end, I decided to introduce him to Master Dean. Even though Master Dean is weighed down with a lot of personal stuff right now, he graciously decided to heed my call and mentor Alpha Lucas (who is only a couple of years younger). Master Dean in an exceptional teacher, wise beyond his years, and I have no doubt that many of Alpha Lucas’s questions will receive the right answers!

I just wish there was some way I could really describe the unending reign of power and worship I foresee in Alpha Lucas! But I think he’s finally starting to see it for himself!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Since my initial introduction to Master Anthony, I’ve been blessed to continue the conversation and learn much more about both his life and his mindset. He’s proving to be an extraordinary Alpha, blunt and honest like the legendary Master Chad (but less profane!).

In my first follow-up email, I asked Master Anthony if he thought he would keep Fabien or other faggots if he settles down with a female in the future.

I’m not necessarily in the state of mind to plan for the very long term just yet. (Maybe that comes with age?) But I don’t see any reason to dismiss Fabien in the mid or long term! I’m looking forward to having more slaves in the future, I’ve already got quite a few bootlickers and cocksuckers, and I’m sure I’ll always have girls around to adore and satisfy me and guys to serve and worship me (and the other way around!) I definitely want servants around me in the futur, and to keep dating and fucking pretty girls! I was born to have servants, and I was born to fuck.

But I can tell you this: no female is ever going to tell me what to do with my inferiors. When a girl is lucky enough to be chosen by ME to fuck her, she just has to enjoy and to bend to my will. You know, I can be a very kind and affectionate lover, but I expect from my girls to respect my virility and my power. If I can replace you however and whenever I want, shut up or fuck off.

As I told you, I’ve been noticing people’s submissive attitude towards me for a while. But Fabien opened my eyes to the extent of the power I could have over them. As a result, I’ve had guys from university or the gym suck my cock, in a closet or in the showers, in addition to those who lick the soles of my boots or rub my feet in public. I’m not stopping there! I can tell you that this Clément boy, the slave I gifted to my bro Henri, is going to take my dick in his ass. I think it won’t be long before I’m organizing an orgy at home with my best bros. Each of them will have to bring at least one slave to fuck.

I’m really glad I met my little Fabien and moved in with him. What I loved most about your blog was reading all about Fabien’s slavish and passionate love for me. His complete servile loyalty touches me a little, I don’t mind saying it. Right now, as I am writing, he is lying on the floor, my feet on his face, licking them devotedly. My cock is now rock-hard, he’ll have to take care of that!

In reply to that, I mentioned his Alpha hunter instinct and how it applies to females and faggots, but I really wanted to know more about what seemed to be an admission that he now had other faggots sucking him off. To that, he replied:

I absolutely LOVE the hunter analogy. That’s exactly what it is: I’m a predator who stalks prey to subjugate them.

Fabien has indeed been my first male cocksucker. It was after I fucked his throat that I started doing it with my college or gym flunkies. Two other of my closest mates have put their dicks in a submissive guy, the first time under my leadership. I know one of them already has a regular lackey at his own gym sessions. An orgy would be the perfect way to introduce them to ass-fucking! By the end of the year, there won’t be a single pretty girl or beta male left on the campus who hasn’t swallowed a mouthful of sperm from one of us.

Those are the words of a God Alpha rapidly expanding his Kingdom!

Then I asked Master Anthony if he had any difficulty convincing his Alpha Pack brothers to start using faggots. I knew that Master Henri took to using his faggot Clement fairly quickly, but I had little information about the others.

Oh I do notice how much all the inferiors I dominate are very glad to endure my power! I can see Fabien’s obsession with pleasing me, and I can see how desperately happy you are to talk to me! 😀 And I’m perfectly OK with making many people addicted to me and begging to worship and serve me. After all, a king must have subjects!

It was not that hard to lead my straight bros to the sexual use of male slaves. They have always loved to order submissive guys around with me. And they absolutely enjoyed all the evenings at my place with Fabien to serve and entertain us. When I started using Fabien sexually, I first talked to Henri who was immediately interested, so I wanted to initiate him with Fabien. As for the others, they were sometimes taken aback or even reluctant at first, but given Henri’s and my enthusiasm, they soon followed our example when we were having fun with inferiors.

Henri can see how much Fabien’s submission pleases me, so he was delighted to have his own slave. Clément is a shy little student who liked to stick by me in college, complimenting me and doing me favors, and trying to make a place for himself in my group. And in the end, he found his rightful place: at our feet! I was happy to give him to Henri as his personal slave. I think Henri has a lot of fun with him, and they’ve often been in each other’s studios. Of course, Clément is younger and less clever than Fabien. But it’s only natural that the leader of the pack should have the best slave!

Hierarchy is incredible, isn’t it? See how these roles just happen naturally and predictably? Like little Clement, desperate to be a part of Master Anthony’s life, but eventually finding his place as a servant to powerful young Alphas … we all have a proper place!

I’m just grateful that Master Anthony has embraced his power at the top of the Hierarchy. His bracing honesty and insight – combined with his natural physical perfection – make him an exciting new King to watch and serve!