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!
The following post is part of a thread detailing the struggles of an innocent faggot named Noah who is being fucked roughly by a big-dicked Alpha we’re calling Master Hulk. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When Noah first told me about Master Hulk’s giant dick and his merciless aggression, I figured this thread would be mostly posts about bleeding and anal prolapse.
I didn’t expect anything remotely resembling love.
Alpha beasts are about as close to pure animal behavior as humans get. Naming Noah’s Master “Hulk” is appropriate, because, like the Hulk, he cannot control his wildness. I understand, because I’ve served Alphas like that. There was this Hulk-like Alpha I used to serve named Kurtis who was captain of his wrestling team, and he was brutal! Let’s just say I was glad to be so limber!
So I figured Noah’s thread would be a bunch of tales of being pounded and pumped full of Master Hulk’s seed. But it sounds like there’s much more to Master Hulk than I ever imagined!
Sam, this is Noah! Do you remember me? I am a proud property of Master Hulk! The big strong guy with a big strong cock
Everything is going well between us… but yesterday he said something really special to me and I want to share with you, please
I always let him fuck whoever he wants because I don’t think it is up to me to decide where he sticks his big cock, but we are getting more and more intimate. Now he takes me out for dinner, we go together to the movie theater, he buy me little gifts. He is more and more treating me like a boyfriend instead of just a cumdump! So yesterday he bought me flowers and told me that he loves me! Can you believe it? He is a very striaghtforward man and he made a me the following proposal: he wants me to be his boyfriend and faggot, and introduce me to his friends and family as his boyfriend! I was not expecting that at all. He is openly bisexual but I would never imagine that he was going to introduce a male boyfriend to his friends. But he has one condition, he wants it to be an open relationship just for girls. In other words, he will not fuck other faggots, he just wants me and my ass, but he wants to fuck female pussy whenever he wants. He promised me that he will not fall in love to other girls, but he wants to fuck some pussy from time to time, just to alternate between my ass and the pussy of random sluts.
What would you do in my place, Sam? I really like to serve him and I have strong feelings for him as well! He told me that he loves me with all the letters and it was veeeery romantic. But I don’t know if I will be okay knowing that my boyfriend fucks pussy. Do you think I should try? He treats me very well and really protects me like a princess, I have nothing to complain about him. But I am afraid that if I demand to be the only one he will not be able to stay with me without cheating on me… please brother Sam, what would you do?
I love you, brother!!
WOW! That’s a drastic and unexpected turn of events!
It really demonstrates how many of these great Alpha powerhouses have a soft, gooey center full of delicious romanticism! In porn and in random sexual encounters, we only see the ravenous, Viking-like conqueror. But here’s the secret of proper faggot etiquette: we faggots win over our beast-like Masters by serving them steadfastly through their rages, and our Masters eventually see us like the faithful dogs we are! This site has many stories like this: Master Dino and Jamie, Master Chad and everybody, Master Nick and Yul, Master Anthony and Fabien, etc.
That is why I’m always emphasizing proper faggot etiquette on this site!
So now Noah has endured Master Hulk’s gigantic dick and his relentless sex drive, and Master Hulk has fallen for his faggot! That’s awesome! But Master Hulk has one caveat: he wants to fuck females from time to time!
Noah asked me if he should be okay with this. Let me tell this directly to Noah: Brother, if you refuse to submit and accept this about Master Hulk, you’re going to screw everything up and I’m going to personally hunt you down myself!
First of all, faggots don’t have a choice. It’s nice that Master Hulk is making a request, but it’s honestly not going to matter. Master Hulk WILL fuck females. The only question is: will Noah still be his faggot?
Look, females pose no real threat to faggots. We serve Alphas better than females, and we’re more versatile in terms of what an Alpha can do with us because we’re endlessly submissive. Sure, an Alpha might dismiss us in favor of marrying a female, but very often that doesn’t change much more than frequency.
Noah needs to shut up and accept that his Master desires pussy sometimes instead of butthole. In the end (no pun intended), Master Hulk will return to his loyal faggot’s worship!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of God Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Master Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend Giovanni. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I hear dumb Alphas say they could never love a faggot, I knowingly smirk in condescension. An Alpha would need to be impossibly clueless and stone-hearted to suggest to someone like me (who has been loved by Masters, and catalogues plenty of other examples) that an Alpha can’t love his faggot.
Get the fuck out of here with that nonsense.
If an Alpha can share his body with his faggot, he can share his heart with it. No matter how powerful an Alpha becomes – ascending to even God Alpha levels of power and command – he’s never too unreachably high that he can’t be loving to the faggots he owns and uses. In fact, I would argue (and have argued) that no Man can truly embody a God Alpha without owning a faggot and caring for it. Do you mean to tell me an Alpha can share his cock, cum, piss, spit, and everything else about his body, but showing tenderness and love toward it violates some nonexistent line of conduct??
Fortunately, this site has plenty of truly astounding examples of Alphas loving their faggots. As I recently said in a post, this site has seen at least five marriages between Alphas and their faggots! Love is not a weakness, but rather a sign of security and strength. The greatest Alphas should be capable of the greatest love. I have praised so many of these glorious examples, and they are all close to my heart.
One of my favorite examples of this is the tender love Master Lorenzo shares with his faithful little faggot Giovanni.
My recent post about Giovanni suffering anal fissures from being fucked my Master Lorenzo’s big dick caused some to express concern, including Master Albert. One of the most heartbreaking aspects of that story is something I understood well, namely, Giovanni’s deep sorrow and shame over being out of commission. I felt those tears he shed. After all, I’m a human being with a wellspring of love in my heart for boys like Gio.
Thankfully, my Master Lorenzo is also a secure and powerful Alpha who also has a deep wellspring of love for his faggots. Moved by his heart, Master Lorenzo penned a gorgeous ode to the genuine spirit of his most beloved faggot Giovanni.
I’m so proud to share this with you all:
You are always celebrating the glory of great Alphas, as you should. But today I would like you to write a post to celebrate the sweetest fag of all times: my gorgeous Giovanni. I told him to tell you everything that happened concerning his anal fissure and I appreciate how you said good things about me, but I just did what any real Man should do. My sweet Gio, humble as always, wrote about this episode overlooking his own effort and merits, just talking about how amazing my presence and guidance are in his life. But I must say to you and all your audience that Gio demonstrated the best behavior I have ever seen in my whole life.
He cried for hours when the doctor told him he would not be able to take my cock for a few weeks. The only other time I saw him crying this much was when his grandmother passed away – so you can see how affected he was. I did not understand at first because it is really not a big deal, every fag has anal fissures. But he really felt as a failure, so it was not about the fissure itself, but he took this incident as a proof that he was not good enough for me. And I must admit that having a FTM boyfriend has been a lot for my good boy to deal with. I have spent hours and hours talking to both Mario and Gio to clarify that my heart has more than enough space for both of them. I guess that having this fissure was a trigger for Gio to feel a lesser faggot because he has one pussy and Mario has two. But anyway, I already handled this situation and now they are friends.
I am writing this message in praise of Gio because he showed me a lot of commitment in these past few weeks. On the following day of the medical appointment, Gio woke me up with a kiss and said “my mouth is still a pussy for you to fuck, and it will always be an available pussy for you”. No need to say that I got hard and he gave me a great blowjob. I always fuck his throat holding his hair so I can decide the pace of the throat fuck, but this time he opened his mouth so much that I thought he would break his jaw lol he really wanted to turn his mouth into a fleshlight. I fucked nice and hard, getting quite rough, his mouth was full of fag spit, and tears were coming from his eyes, but he just kept his mouth open while the tears were coming from his eyes, looking at me at all times. I stopped before I came and asked if he was okay, and my sexy fag said “I am always okay if you are having a good time, please fuck me as hard as you need and cum, breed my throat like you do with my pussy” And so I did it! I held Gio’s head with both hands I banged him hard and it was probably his best blowjob in all the years we have been together. I came on his tongue because it would not be fair to cum deep and stop him from tasting my seed. My boy was so happy, you should’ve seen his face. And since that day, I fucked his throat multiple times a week and he never complained, I literally treated his throat as a fleshlight and he just said thank you and thank you. I even did some research to make sure that there are not throat fissures lol
His hole is finally healed, so this morning I did not fuck him hard and rough, but I truly made love with my fag. I kissed him during the whole thing, I looked deep inside his eyes. I started with his ass up kissing his neck, then he rode me a little bit to make sure he would be comfortable, and then I finished in missionary kissing his face, repeating how special and gorgeous he is. And you know what, Sam? I did not cunt him because I was very gentle, but I think I cunted him mentally, because he was so submissive and obedient the whole day after I bred him. I could see in his eyes how special he felt, and I gave my sexy boy a nice load deep in his healed pussy.
So that’s it, Sam… this is not just a hot account of an Alpha banging a twink. This is my deep admiration and gratitude for having Gio in my life. I love my fag, I love Mario, and I love you, Sam.
I’ve said it before: there is practically no connection deeper or more resonant than that of an Alpha and his faggot. Why? Because both the Alpha and the faggot have to accept deep truths about themselves through each other. Each one fulfills something primal in the other: PURPOSE.
Master Lorenzo knows what Giovanni has had to fight through in order to find purpose at his feet. And Giovanni knows what Master Lorenzo was willing to do in order to have Giovanni as his property. The entire time, through every obstacle and challenge, they’ve never deviated from their purpose to each other as a Master or a faggot.
Master Lorenzo mentions how Gio was so eager to keep getting throat fucked despite the tears streaming down his face, his eyes affixed on his Master’s eyes. There’s NO WAY a God Alpha could look down at such devotion and fail to feel something.
And then came the lovemaking! Master Lorenzo slowly and deeply fucking Giovanni’s pussy, eye-to-eye and face-to-face, until he finally pumped his load deep inside Giovanni. His holy seed entering Giovanni and mingling with his blood … a God Alpha impregnating his faggot in the most significant way possible.
Master Lorenzo mentions a “cunting of the mind”. This is very true. First of all, seeding a faggot’s pussy will cause psychotropic effects anyway due to the chemical makeup of cum. But something else occurs when a faggot gets fucked like this – scratch that, made love to like this: the faggot falls in wondrous, awe-inspired love with its Master.
With all of the recent trouble involving Mario, Giovanni has felt like a lesser possession. He can’t compete with Mario’s transsexual versatility or status in Master Lorenzo’s life.
But Master Lorenzo making love to Giovanni reminded Gio that he truly is valuable to his great God Alpha Master. That he is not just useful … he is loved and appreciated!
Can you see what is possible when an Alpha and a faggot come together in loyalty, honesty, and purpose? It’s not just hot sex. It’s much more powerful than that.
It can be love.
I thank you and praise you, Master Lorenzo, for not only your unsurpassed example, but also for your love! And I thank my baby brother Giovanni for his heart and his love, too!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and ascendancy of a powerful 24-year-old Asian Master named Alpha Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Within the hierarchical movement there is a general focus on the fact that Alphas are dominant, worshiped, and served by faggots as almost slave-like properties.
But faggots are not like a car or a house or any other significant responsibility in an Alpha’s life. A faggot is a human being with feelings, hopes, desires, and dreams. True, those mostly revolve around its Owner, but still such tireless and constant devotion can touch its Master’s heart.
Sometimes, a Master even comes to love his faggot.
This is why I’ve always insisted that Alphas (straight or gay) who own faggots always become more powerful than their non-owning Alpha counterparts. It’s the engagement of emotions that causes a deepening appreciation within an Alpha of the true nature of his power.
The power of transformation.
This site has been a part of at least six weddings between Alphas and their personal faggots (a couple of them have been straight Alphas, too!), so I can speak with some authority on this. Every one of those Alphas I consider to be among the most powerful Alphas I’ve ever encountered, and much of that comes down to what they learned about themselves through owning and eventually marrying their faggots. They start to realize that their power transcends themselves and goes much deeper than simply telling a faggot to retrieve a beer or suck a dick. Instead, they’re tapping into the very power at the heart of the hierarchical framework, the essential building blocks of everything we are as a society led by males. It’s a heady but transformational moment for both the Alpha and his faggot!
I say all of that as a preface to the news Master Alex unloaded on me in the second part of his update: he married his personal faggot!
Here’s the story:
As I stated, much time has passed. And life has changed too. Recall the military faggot that I’ve made into my house-slave and fuck toy. His position has changed somewhat. That doesn’t mean he isn’t my faggot. But I have since married him and turned him into my husbitch. My military, butch, almost hypermasculine giant, is now my husband, my partner for life. His loyalty and worship of me has only gotten more intense, now filled with devotion and love. Our marriage was typical, except for the fact I had fucked and bred him just a couple hours before we signed the register. I could tell his wide cunt was desperately trying to clench my load before it wet his dress-pants, and his expression was still a bit dazed with that left-over bliss I fuck him into.
You may ask how it happened. Charles, I’ll say his name. In a moment of vulnerability, he learnt that one of his brother-in-arms had passed. This is a man who has withstood my hardest power-fucks, been used as my punching bag. Left broken, dazed, limp, spasming, blacked out after I am done with him. And has never once shed a tear. Charles broke down from learning about his comrade’s death. Crawled and sobbed into my feet, saying how much his friend mattered to him. This was my first time seeing him so vulnerable, such a massive and testosterone-filled man losing himself in grief. And something clicked in me. I pulled him into a hug, which I have never done, and let him cry out his emotions into my chest.
That was the start, faggot. I told Charles to take time for himself to let the grief pass. He refused, saying he took pride in being my permanent house-fag, and that no other fag knew how to please and serve me like he did. I pushed back, saying he was not clear-headed, and needed his own time. That he knew I could have another fag in a snap of some fingers to temporarily take over his roles. It wasn’t even a week when he returned, almost throwing himself at my feet, kissing them, worshipping my muscles even as another fag sucked my cock. Charles looked up at me, with the most clarity in his eyes I’ve seen, and said simply, “I’m yours.” Said that over the week as he attended the funeral and grieved, even through his emotions, he couldn’t stop thinking about me in his life, that he knew his worship and submission to me had grown more. That his place belonged with me, to me.
The fags that served me in that week served well, but there was something missing. I think over the years I’ve had Charles, a bond formed. This titan faggot had wormed his way into my heart, and clearly mine was dominating his whole heart. We talked for what was likely the first proper time as man to man, not as Alpha to faggot. Talked about our future together, how it would look like. He knew my dominance was not enough to be sated by him alone, and said it was only right I fuck and use other muscled holes. How my ownership of him would not change, that it even deepened. That night, I forgot how many times I fucked him. Bred him. Mounted him. I was uncontrolled for the first time in a long while. I remember standing over him with his stretched limp legs on either side of his body, his puffed cunt lips gaping, my cum flowing out. His body and face smothered in hickies and bite marks, layered with streaks of my cum, his mouth loose and eyes completely rolled up. My cock felt more giant and heavy than ever. Charles never looked more handsome to me. My own personal, bitched out, faggot husband. Mine.
There have been changes since my marriage in my perception of my Alphahood, and I think it’s only gotten more powerful. One example is that I am more aware of what exactly drives my faggots and sluts into a convulsive state of faggot bliss. I am still brutal, aggressive, however I feel that I am now dominating with much greater and sharper intent and purpose. My weapon of a cock has only felt even more mighty and overpowering, and my circle of muscled faggots have almost all said that they feel so much more better used, one even used the term ‘thunderous’. It makes me more proud of myself, that being married to my husbitch muscle slut is somehow still lifting my alphahood even higher. I still see myself as bi, as I still love to fuck girls when I can, but there’s so much more there when I’m fucking and crushing Charles within an inch of his life, and him still wanting more. I often dream of knocking him up, and wishing he could carry my sons like the bitch he truly is.
Charles is currently sliding his swollen lips up and down my cock, moaning and whimpering and stroking the few inches he’s not able to suck. It’s the perfect relaxed night here, with his gulping, slurping and gagging the background music to our life. We sometimes go on dates, and I always get a kick from people seeing us hold hands and more than likely assuming that he’s the one in control. I like to tease him about it too.
I want to know your thoughts on this, Sam. This transformation of not just my live-in faggot into my husbitch, but also my own transformation as an Alpha. Do you believe this is a path other Alphas should consider? Or do you think other Alphas would consider me marrying a faggot to be a weakness?
I’m so happy for Master Alex and his fag wife Charles!
This transformation truly reminds me of straight Master G marrying his longtime muscle fag Jamie, or straight Master Dino marrying his faithful fag wife Jamie. These were straight Alphas caught in the matrix of societal expectations, but they broke free through ownership of faggots and found a deeper power within themselves that they never knew existed.
Do I think this is a path other Alphas should consider? ABSOLUTELY! But will they?
Most of them won’t.
But that’s okay. There are ultimately very few God Alphas at the top, and it’s reserved for the deepest and most powerful Alphas to occupy! Master Alex continues to ascend thanks to his willingness to feel and grow and fully experience everything at his disposal!
If we are willing, there are infinite hierarchical experiences available to teach us about our truth!
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 think Dean the faggot and his (now) husband/Master is the first time I’ve chronicled a former couple reorganize themselves into a proper Alpha/faggot dynamic in real time. Typically I enter at some point after it’s happened, or still needs to happen.
This is good because we can observe the shifting dynamics and see the adjustments happen “live” so we can learn what must occur to make a successful, healthy transition.
Dean has done an excellent job so far in surrendering to the released power of his Alpha husband. There was never any doubt about where this was eventually headed, but it happened quicker than I thought due to unexpected help from Master’s work mates.
I wanted to update you about everything that happened this month. Since my Master-Husband caged me I have been very obedient and respectful of the rules he set for me. Having only my pussy as a sexual organ has improved our sex, as I am not concerned anymore with touching my dicklet and I can fully focus on his needs.
My Master-Husband has also became more confident in acknowledging his role in public. He was out for some drinks with some of his straight work colleagues, and when talking about their partners, he shared that I started serving him. He told me that they were all drunk but that he was surprised how none of the other guys were shocked. One of them actually said: “I never understood how it worked without a woman, happy to hear that you lost a husband but gained a wife”. Some days later, another of the straight colleagues that were in that conversation told him that he wanted to talk in private and revealed that he is a straight Alpha owning several faggots. My Master-Husband was delighted to have someone to share knowledge with and asked him if he could send one of his most experienced faggots to our home to teach me how to be the perfect slave.
This is how I met Ryan, a faggot in his thirties with a mullet, plumpy lips and a very feminine body. He came home one weekend to teach me some tricks: positions to practice my arch, resting poses that show my submission while keeping my pussy accessible, ways to greet alphas…
Ryan was incredibly patient with me and his advice was very helpful but at the same time it also made me feel a bit insecure. I could see that my Master-Husband was eating him with his eyes. He often stepped in during the training so that both Ryan and me could practice our positions in front of him and licked his mouth several times looking at Ryan.
It was such an obvious situation that we talked about it immediately after Ryan left. He said that we were no longer in a traditional marriage and that although I would always be his husband, it’s in his nature to have more than one faggot and it would happen eventually. I agreed. He added that Ryan was owned by his friend but that he had said that he could use it sometimes to get a taste of the full hierarchy experience.
From reading the experiences of other faggots on your website I knew that this moment would come sooner or later but now that it’s happening I can’t help feeling scared… Although I know that in the long term it will be beneficial for our relationship.
Love,
Dean
First of all, how awesome is it that Dean’s Master-husband found Alphas at work who were totally supportive of his move with Dean? Even better, he found a straight Alpha who also owned faggots! That helps!
(And let this be yet another reminder that straight Alphas own/use faggots much more than anyone realizes!)
As far as this uncomfortable situation with the faggot Ryan, I’m sure Dean might’ve preferred something a little different (especially the way Ryan seemed to be leering). However, I look at it as the equivalent of tearing off a Band-Aid. We all know it’s coming, so just get it over with.
I applaud Dean’s Master for being so bluntly honest about everything. That’s how I know (and Dean should know) everything’s going to be alright. This expansion of Master’s power is natural and necessary, and as his faggot Dean should be thankful. Every faggot wants to see their Master grow stronger.
Honestly, adding more faggots only makes Dean’s position better. I know that sounds counter-intuitive, but it’s true. The more fags there are, the more the Master appreciates his first fag. You can ask Fabien about that, for example.
I’m so grateful to Dean for sharing this development! I hope his Master gets to read this and appreciate what a good boy he owns!
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!
The dynamic between a straight Alpha and his owned faggot is one of the most complicated-yet-natural relationships in all of human nature. This dynamic is powered by the purity and clarity of hierarchical roles from both the Alpha and his faggot; the straight Alpha has no interest in anything except being serviced, and the faggot having no interest except serving. It’s an hierarchical dynamic built of perfect balance and focus.
In every service relationship I’ve had with a straight Alpha, this balance was always naturally there. It was never forced or planned. My straight Masters expected worship, and I wanted nothing more than every opportunity to worship them.
For straight Alphas, that balance is the literal eye of the hurricane of their lives. They’re dealing with life pressures, work pressures, and pressures from females. But when they’re with their owned faggot, life is simple, pure, and satisfying in a way he can’t understand.
He just knows it’s true … and reliable.
One of the best examples of this is the relationship between Master Anthony and his former friend/dearest faggot Fabien. It seems like forever since I helped Fabien properly submit to Master Anthony. Now, Fabien’s life has been one fulfilling adventure after another as he serves Master Anthony – a burgeoning God Alpha – and his Alpha pack.
Fabien rightly adores his Master and serves him with deep reverence and awe. Fabien never flinches when Master Anthony is seducing and fucking another girl. In the end, Fabien knows he is Master Anthony’s prized possession because Master Anthony never hides his heart. He values what he owns.
Then again, it’s easy to value a faggot like Fabien. He does what most faggots fail to do: anticipate the needs of his Owner. Alphas don’t always verbalize what they need, so a faggot that understands its Master’s moods and body language becomes much more valuable to its Owner!
Keep that in mind when you read what Fabien wrote this morning:
My dear brother,
My Master gave me permission to tell you a moment we had lately. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to mention it, because it shows a bit of vulnerability, but he said he was totally OK with it.
You see, these past few months, college has also brought its share of difficulties for Anthony. He is, of course, always a brilliant student, the best in his class, but sometimes he has felt the weight of expectations and the work required. It’s quite typical: for someone for whom everything has always come easily, succeeding with minimal effort, it can be unsettling when the bar is raised a little higher. I do my best to help him, but he now refuses to let me do all his academic work for him; he wants to prove to himself that he is the best. My infinite respect and admiration for him is even stronger, if that is possible.Sometimes, however, it affectes his morale. One evening, he was brooding on the sofa.. Seeing him in this state always breaks my heart. I would love to keep him permanently happy and joyful. Alas, even the most devoted servants cannot perform miracles and protect their Masters from all misfortunes.
I did what I know I have to do in these situations: I put him at ease and made him feel comfortable by placing my head at his feet to speak to him. I tenderly kissed his feet and I tried to offer words of comfort. I can’t recall everything I said, but I emphasized that being a Superior Man didn’t mean he didn’t have to put a little effort in, but that his efforts would always yield much, much greater results than those of the average man.
And I concluded by saying, “I beg you, my beloved Master, never, ever forget how exceptional and incredible you are. You’re even more than a superior being. You are a gift to humanity. I am insanely proud to serve you and devote my life to your happiness and success.” And I resumed my worship of his feet, allowing myself to lick and kiss up to his ankles.
What happened next was incredible. Anthony asked me to stand up, took my face in his hands, and looked at me with a friendly smile. He said: “You are right. Thank you.” I tried to answer that he didn’t have to thank me. But then he said: “I know. I deserve your service and devotion. I’m entitled to your complete submission. But still, you could be shit, and you’re exactly the slave a God like me must have. And I want you to know you are appreciated. You’re such a good boy to me, for your brain, your hard work and your selfess devotion.”
Then he hugged me. A manly but tender embrace. I cannot tell you how incredibly happy I felt. Pure bliss. I almost cried. “Thank you Master. Thank you for existing. And for allowing me to serve you.” He kissed my forefront and said “You’re welcome, my boy. Now, go to sleep. You have a lot of work ahead of you.”
Moments like these are rare, but so precious. To have a God in my life and to live at Anthony’s feet is an incredible privilege I will never take for granted.
Lots of love to you, brother!
Fab the fag
Can you sense the perfect balance here I spoke of at the outset?
First of all, Fabien’s actions were pure instinct meant, not to arouse, but to comfort. Everything Fabien does in Master Anthony’s service is entirely focused on making this stunning young God Alpha happier and more fulfilled. Kneeling and kissing Master Anthony’s feet was merely to remind him that, no matter what problems he faces, he’s still an immensely powerful Alpha who is worshiped by many.
And clearly, Master Anthony got that message!
Master Anthony’s deeply emotional words and his intentionally-impactful embrace were simple gifts that were like literal rains in the desert. I’m sure Master Anthony felt righteous in doing that for Fabien, but it’s also a testament to his generous and benevolent spirit as well.
Think about how many loads Master Anthony has pumped into Fabien. Indeed, Master Anthony’s DNA swims inside Fabien! And still, a simple acknowledgement and hug from this monumental young Alpha impacted Fabien just as much!
So what is Fabien’s greatest gift to Master Anthony? After all, Fabien has surrendered himself completely to his Master.
And that’s the gift: Fabien’s complete submission.
That complete submission fuels Master Anthony’s daily life, giving him the adrenaline to conquer and subdue. That complete submission gives Master Anthony the confidence he needs to build a Kingdom and lead both Alphas, females, and faggots to their purpose.
And that complete submission gives Master Anthony a peace that only comes from pure, unselfish love!
I’m so thankful that my brother Fabien shared such a beautiful moment with me!
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!
Accepting Hierarchical truth is one of the most fundamental things we ever do as males. That acceptance informs everything we understand about ourselves, our needs, and our purpose. It also defines how we interact with other Men.
Nowhere is this more true than in a marriage between two Men. One must take the lead, and the other must submit and serve that leadership. It’s simply unavoidable. Even in an Alpha couple, one will most often take headship over the other. It’s the way of Nature itself.
This was the issue when a faggot named Dean wrote to me a few months ago. His six-year marriage was falling apart, his husband literally packing his bags when an Alpha rage overtook him and he essentially raped Dean. This reassertion of his dominance realigned their relationship for the better. You can read that account by following the link above.
Now Dean returns with an interesting new development. Read on:
Sam, I don’t know if you remember my story from a few months ago on how me and my husband saved our marriage by accepting our natural roles in the hierarchy. I thought that you could be interested in an update, since it is thanks to your hierarchical truth that we are still together after all.
As I mentioned, soon after I accepted that I was a faggot I started serving him sexually and my husband didn’t allow me to come. Initially this arrangement was very satisfying for the both of us, but being used to get off regularly for years, I started to feel the urge to masturbate when he was not at home (I know that hiding it from my husband was terrible and I still regret it every single day!).
One day he came home early and he found me with my hand around my erect dicklet. Oh Sam, I can still remember his face of disgust! He was very angry and he almost left me. I got on my knees and pleaded for him to stay, promising that I would follow every rule from now on. I think he understood that I was still a newly born faggot and forgave me, but he also made very clear that he could not trust my word anymore. He said: “if you are going to behave like a bad boy, I will treat you like one”. From this point he forced me to get in a chastity case and he put those pet cameras around the house to watch me through an app on his phone.
Things are going very well now! The chastity cage really helped me control my old urges and made me realise that my clit is no longer my sexual organ. I also feel my husband’s presence through the cameras at all time, and he likes to speak through them to order me to take my clothes off or assume position at random times during the day. I feel so lucky and I would not change it for anything!
love,
Dean
Wow, that’s awesome!
I love how thoroughly Dean’s husband has embraced his Alphahood! Can it ever be denied? These powerful Men are BORN to dominate and be served/worshiped! He was living the lie of equality for YEARS until he simply couldn’t take it any longer. But his rape (I’m using the term purposefully) of Dean was most useful in helping him reassert his Alphahood and embrace his true purpose!
So now we can see how that event has progressed as both Dean and his husband have more fully accepted their proper roles!
I love how forcefully Dean’s husband asserted control over Dean’s secret masturbation! To some Alphas, a faggot masturbating is a form of infidelity. To all Alphas, a faggot masturbating is a sign of disrespect to the natural order. MEN masturbate if they choose to, but faggots are not Men and do not deserve such privileges. Such an act is an affront to the glory of Men and to the sacredness of cock.
So he put Dean in chastity – something he was trusting that Dean wouldn’t need – and that has made all the difference!
As I’ve said about chastity ever since I started experiencing it myself, the device clarifies your mind and purpose. It helps a faggot more deeply connect to its submission, and helps to achieve perpetual subspace. I think Dean more fully understands what I mean!
I’ve heard some over the years complain that the Alpha/faggot dynamic has no place in a marriage, that marriage should be made of mutual respect.
But what could be more respectful than to acknowledge the intrinsic purpose of yourself and your partner? We gain respect and fulfillment from our partner when we fulfill our purpose and allow them to fulfill theirs.
To those uneducated in Hierarchical dynamics, Dean’s rape by his husband might seem horrifying, the opposite of respect. But look what it has wrought! It was exactly what was needed to reset their relationship into what Nature had intended all along!
This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’ve come to know a lot of faggots over the decade I’ve helmed this site. It’s something of a difference for me, since I rarely got close to other faggots prior to this. But I must tell you, the relationships I’ve developed with some of them have enriched my life and filled it with bright, sparkling light. Their courage, optimism, humility, and honesty has often taken my breath away and caused more tears of both inspired joy and heartbreak than I’d ever like to admit.
Some faggots are extremely close to my heart, so much so that I might even say I’m “in love” with them. These are my most beloved brothers, incomparable jewels I wouldn’t trade for any amount of treasure. There are some I don’t hear from anymore, like Frat Fag, Guillaume, or Michael … but are still in my heart. Then there are others who bring an instant smile to my face even today, even after so many years. Faggots like Chin and Lee, Fabien, little Jimmy, Fernando, Sean, Mika, and others.
But right near the top of that list is my precious little brother Giovanni.
Part of that love comes from the fact that Gio faithfully serves my beloved God Alpha Master Lorenzo. But the other part comes from Gio’s undeniably sincere and complete acceptance of truth and his place in hierarchy. His heart is so honest and true that it almost hurts me it’s so beautiful. And I do completely and utterly love my little Giovanni.
I’m grateful that Master Lorenzo loves him, too.
And that’s important to remember as I share this latest update from Giovanni. This is a critical lesson all faggots should absorb and meditate on as we all continue on our journeys, because it contains hard truths about the nature of Alphas and what we faggots must cherish and accept about them.
Here’s what Gio wrote tonight:
Hellooooo brother Sam!! This is your cute sexy beautiful little brother Giovanni <3 <3
Omg brother, I have so much to tell you, 2025 ended is a really crazy way. You have no idea. Remember Mario? That trans guys that Lorenzo was fucking? I was really jealous and afraid of losing my Man to Mario, but our perfect Master showed one more time why HE IS THE MAN OF THE HOUSE!!!
So here what happened, brother: Lorenzo deserves to have as many boys as he wants, Rafa and I are already very happy serving him together. But you know, Mario is not submissive like us and he was a real menace for me because he was a beautiful sweet and tight pussy, something I will never have! Lorenzo noticed that I was afraid of this unfair competition, so he prepared a special day just for us, we went to the movies watch Wicked 2, he bought me a t-shirt with Ariana Grande’s picture (I REALLY love her!), and took me out for dinner, it was really perfect. We had a beautiful romantic night. When we arrived home, he told me to get my hole ready, and he fucked my hole twice, kissing me all the time, telling me how gorgeous I am, I felt like a real princess!!
When I had two loads inside me, he put me on my chest, kissed my forehead and just said “baby boy, I need you to know that I am in love with Mario” OMG SAM, my world fell apart when I heard that, I thought “that’s it, this was the last time I saw Master’s cock in my life, he’s gonna send me back to my mom’s house tonight” I just looked at him and started crying, I didn’t know what to do or to say. So he cleanes my tears with his hand, and said “but nothing changes what I feel for you, I will always take care of you, and if you cannot deal with my feelings for Mario, I am willing to not bring him here to protect your feelings, baby”
I was really confused but I wanted to be a good boy for him, so I just said “I am happy if you are happy, papi. But what happens with me now? Everybody thinks we are boyfriends who live together, right?” Then my Master said “no worries baby, I really am in love with Mario because I see him as an equal. When I am with you and Rafa, I feel like a King taking care of inferior boys crying for help. But with Mario, I feel like a King making love to another King. He would never kneel and kiss my feet like you do, these are two different types of love, baby”
So I told him that as long as he was happy I would be happy, and asked for clear instructions on how to behave from now on. Lorenzo was straightforward as always: “from now on, we are a throuple. Mario is my boyfriend, you are my submissive faggot. It doesn’t change anything between us. We will continue to go to the movies, cuddle, and spend time together. But I have emotional needs, and right now I need to live the love that I feel for Mario.” I don’t know if I did the right thing Sam, but I just said “of course papi, you deserve it! And you also deserve a beautiful pussy for you to fuck!”
We kissed and he told me to suck him again to feed me his third load. Mario came to home to spend New Year’s Eve with us, and it was really magical, brother Sam… Lorenzo officialized our throuple giving us rings, Mario was so so happy. They made love the whole night while I served drinks and snacks, but at the end of the day, right before midnight. Lorenzo gave me his cock to suck and I could taste Mario’s pussy juice on it. We kissed each other, Lorenzo repeated how lucky he was for having us in his life, and at midnight, he held the two of us in his arms and said “I love you, boys” It was magical, brother Sam!
I had a really long conversation with Mario yesterday while Lorenzo was asleep. I told him that I want to be friends with him, and apologized for the way I treated him. Mario said that it was all good, and we even made out! It felt good, but nothing compared to my Master, of course. Then Mario asked me if I was curious at all to fuck a trans man, and I just laughed and said that I would never put my little dick inside him. He knows nothing about hierarchy, so I explained everything and showed you this website. I don’t think he fully understood it, but he said that he will be a good partner for Lorenzo and I. I tried to explain that I am inferior to him and to Lorenzo, and I am happy being this way. When Lorenzo woke up, he taught me how to suck pussy, and it was a really new experience to me, but I am getting better at it! When Lorenzo does it, Mario moans reaaaally loud, it’s crazy how powerful Master’s tongue is.
Anyway brother, this is what Lorenzo wants for 2026: a trans boyfriend to be his equal, while Rafa and I keep serving him as faggots. For me, it is perfect! (To be really honest, now that Mario is here my service will be better because my pussy has more time to recover, and I love it)
So that’s it brother, I wanted to ask you two things: do you think I did everything well and behaved like a good boy should behave? Also, Lorenzo told me in private that his next goal is fucking Mario’s ass. Since he has a pussy, his ass is virgin, and every time Lorenzo tried to fuck his other hole, Mario refuses. I am sure Lorenzo will find a way to get to Mario’s ass because he is a King and always gets what he wants, but I want to help him getting what he deserves… do you have any idea of how to approach this and convince Mario to take Lorenzo’s cock up in the ass? We are not brothers at all, he does not sound or behave like a faggot, so I don’t want to treat him like I treat Rafa, but at the same time, although I respect Master’s opinion, I really don’t think that a trans man is an equal to my God Master… I think he should behave and give up his ass to Master.
I would love to hear what you think, my beautiful brother! I love you sooo much! Happy New Year!
(On a side note, Lorenzo is so proud of my performance at college, brother!! My lowest grade this semester was 8.0, and my professors think I will be a wonderful nurse one day! 😀 )
I will admit that a audibly gasped when I read the part where Master Lorenzo tells Gio that he’s in love with Mario. I didn’t see that coming, and my heart instantly broke for Giovanni. I was practically crying alongside my baby brother! I guess it just proves that even an old war horse like me can still be shocked and surprised by the things Alphas do!
The tenderness Master Lorenzo showed Giovanni in that moment revealed a truth that he might be less inclined to reveal: Master Lorenzo is in love with Giovanni, too. Now, it may not be the same kind of love he has for an equal partner, but Gio is Master Lorenzo’s most cherished possession. There’s nothing that will ever make Master Lorenzo fall out of that love except for repeatedly defiant disobedience (the kind Gio is incapable of).
But this moment teaches us a truth about Alphas: they’re much more complex than people assume, their sexuality is more diverse and embracing than it appears, and they’re much more hierarchical than anyone can imagine.
This is especially true of God Alphas. Master Lorenzo’s power never stops increasing as he carefully builds a Kingdom around himself, and that power consumes all – including trans males. His sexuality is tied so intimately with his Alpha dominance that they are inseparable. But within his inner circle, there are many levels, and they all mean something different to him.
And at the very center of that circle is Giovanni. Sweet, trusting, vulnerable, and hopeful Giovanni. No matter how much Master Lorenzo loves Mario (or anyone else), nothing will ever harm Giovanni or take his coveted place at his Master’s feet. I know this, and Giovanni knows this, too. Hence the rings Master Lorenzo gave both of them. This is a new and very special relationship, all in service to a great God Alpha.
Gio asked me a couple of questions, and I’d like to answer them. First of all, YES I think Giovanni did an incredible job in handling this new plan. It’s okay to cry when you feel upset, threatened, or discarded. Trusting in a Master like Lorenzo to protect your feelings and shelter you is the best possible solution.
As far as convincing Mario to take Master Lorenzo’s cock up his ass, I think it might be best to stay out of it unless Mario asks some questions about it. Mario has a vagina, and like most genetic females, they’re pretty proud about their vaginas. Getting fucked in the ass likely insults Mario’s self-esteem.
I can’t speak for Master Lorenzo, but I know I’m so incredibly proud and impressed by Giovanni. He’s so strong, so resilient. Every Alpha would be incredibly happy to own a magnificent faggot like him.
I love you with all my heart, Gio!
Forever,
sam the faggot
P.S. I KNEW you were going to succeed in school and become a wonderful nurse! So endlessly proud of you, my angel!
One of the precepts of this site is the truth that Hierarchy is the foundation of all aspects of human society, especially within close interpersonal relationships, and any deviation from one’s purpose within Hierarchy usually ends up failing due to imbalance. It’s how I’ve always been able to predict outcomes between males, because invariably all males find their center of gravity within the Hierarchy paradigm.
That is to say: we all must find and fulfill our hierarchical purpose in order for our lives to have satisfaction, peace, and meaning.
Again and again I’ve covered true stories that plainly illustrate this fact: anytime there’s a problem within a relationship, check how things are going Hierarchically first. You will usually find the trouble there.
Today I received this wonderful story from a faggot named Dean. He’s been married to his husband for six years, but things slowly began to fall apart. Notice what happened here:
Sam, I just wanted to tell you how the hierarchical truth saved my marriage. After being together with my husband for 6 years, this summer we were on the verge of divorce. We both felt that sex was not satisfying for neither of us and our relationship did not make us happy.
The night that he was packing his things I couldn’t stop crying and that made him frustrated and furious with me. At one point he lost his patience and, full of rage, he pushed me on the bed and fucked me almost like an animal. I cried even louder but, far from making him stop, he pushed his socks into my mouth and continued using my hole. That night he cunted me and I realised I was a faggot and that I needed to submit to him to save our relationship.
Until that moment we had a vanilla relationship and we gave each other pleasure, but since then I can proudly say that he is my Master. I suck his dick every morning until he comes and then he leaves to work leaving me leaking and in heat. He knows that when he comes back in the evening my hole will be wet and ready. It’s almost ironic that, now that he doesn’t reciprocate blowjobs and doesn’t let me come, I feel more satisfied than ever. My aching balls are a constant reminder of his power.
love,
Dean
What my brother Dean describes is exactly what I’ve been preaching my entire life, but specifically online here for ten years. As he says, it’s “almost ironic” that giving up personal physical pleasure and living to serve actually devote everything to serving the needs of the Alpha partner brings much greater pleasure, but in reality it’s NOT ironic because that is exactly how Hierarchy works.
The problem here is that people try to think they know better, that Hierarchical rules don’t apply to them, that there are not “roles” they should fulfill … but then they live unhappy and unfulfilled lives because of their refusal to understand and accept the truth!
Almost anytime I’m asked to look into a troubled relationship, it’s always a hierarchical issue. I’m like a chiropractor, searching through the skeleton and finding the hierarchical bone out of place. If we look at larger society, much of the marital unhappiness across the board stems from a lack of obedience to hierarchical realities. Women want to be equal to Men, and Men are abdicating their natural leadership roles so they can become soft video game players instead of the MEN who once built our world.
Once Dean accepted his role as his husband’s devoted faggot and began fulfilling it, notice how naturally his husband slipped into his proper role as well! And viola! their marital troubles evaporated like morning dew!
Lesson: always obey your hierarchical purpose!
Thank you, Dean, for sharing such a personal story of success!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a 57-year-old married gay Alpha who is recovering his Alphahood after many years of latency. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
This site has been a labor of love for me for ten years. It’s not just a porn site (although it has a lot of the best porn!), and it’s not just a site that deals with fetishes (it’s covered them all!). It’s my attempt to create a deep, meaningful, and honest exploration of something that affects every male (and consequently every human) on the planet: HIERARCHY.
It hasn’t been easy. The site itself has come under attack multiple times by both hackers and by people falsely accusing me of lying. I’ve been cancelled more times than I can even attempt to count. But the site remains thriving to this day because I’m a stubborn and resilient faggot, and also because the site has achieved some remarkable, difference-making discoveries.
One of the most vital discoveries – one I’m most proud of – is something I called “Alpha latency”. It’s a (now proven) explanation for what happens to some Alphas (typically from childhood trauma) who fail to embrace their natural Alpha gifts and instead take a more submissive position in life. When I first encountered it in a straight Alpha, I was baffled. But my subsequent cure of his latency and the complete turnaround he immediately experienced set me on a course to document many cases of this most frustrating phenomena. Since then, I’ve helped a lot of Alphas understand, face, and overcome this barrier to great power and glory.
The hardest cases of Alpha latency involve gay Alphas. I have theories on this, but mostly I do think that gay Alphas have extra layers of pressure (beyond possible child abuse) to conform to society expectations of Men, as well as the gay agenda of equality. All of these elements confuse young, developing Alphas and misdirect them into a life inferior to what they were born into.
The latest case of Alpha latency is a 57-year-old married gay Alpha named Nick. I’m going to present his case here as it was presented to me, then I’ll discuss further after.
I’ve been reading your stuff on Alpha Latency and Alpha Ascension. I didn’t change teams until 25 so I’m a late bloomer. For 30 years I considered myself Beta Dom per your chart. But I now think I’m ascending to bottom rung of alpha hood as a latent alpha.
But I am really conflicted because if you read Fagmaster’s Ultra Faggot he lists categories for: The Cocksucker, Cumjunkie, and Glory Hole Whore. I call myself a Top who loves to suck dick and swallow cum. Don’t like anal, just oral. But otherwise I would call myself Alpha.
So I’m conflicted because those 3 behaviors around sucking dick are squarely in the faggot zone.
I am 6-4, 205 lbs, 57, good looking silver Daddy, but just normal body, not muscle builder. I was fat most of my life so never had positive body image. Recently lost a lot of weight on Wegovy so I now have normal BMI and hot silver Daddy looks. I never learned what it felt like to be hot and have guys hit on you, because it never happened. I think these insecurities held me down my whole life
I have success is my own business and friends joke that I always seen to fail “Up” which are Alpha traits. I am very smart. I recently started having faggots over to my house and use them, fucking both holes viciously, with the rut, and cunting. And frequent the bathhouse to fuck random holes. All alpha traits. I have ED at my age so I have to use Trimix but it gives me a rock hard dick for 4 hours which is perfect for the bathhouse. I’m about 6.75 inches. My husband says I have a nice dick and he married that dick (an owned faggot trait btw see below). I am confident now walking around with the towel around my waist with not a fat belly anymore and boner tent in the towel asticking out. (I used to be shy & introvert). The bottoms grab my cock tent when I walk by and beg to be fucked. This is alpha trait.
When I was a teen I had dorks from the neighborhood try to befriend me out of the blue which I didn’t understand at the time. Another alpha trait. I would call myself a protector alpha.
I was never athletic; sucked at soccer in 3rd grade and never tried any other sports. This lack of athletic soccer skill instilled a profound lack of physical confidence in me and insecurity my whole life, plus I was fat. Never wanted to compete with other Men. No sports. No gym or muscle building.
Only recently do I think I’m seeing Alpha latency in myself after reading your material, Sam. (Ty!)
I bottom for my beta husband once per quarter as a marital courtesy. And I’ve been practicing many of the Alpha ownership techniques that Fagmaster talks about in Alpha-Beta to help my beta husband self actualize as a total slut. E.g. He’s taken 1100+ dicks and 325+ loads YTD. A true cock slut that Fagmaster talks about. He’s a Flight attendant who gets dick and loads on every layover. Bathhouse 2-3x per week. Cruising park. Apps. I love to suck the cum out of his cummy hole, and the fuck it and churn the other guys’ cum. My husband will go out and bring me back a cummy hole since he knows I love it so much (and of course he gets fucked and used in the process: win-win)
My husband is under me on the hierarchy but I wouldn’t call him faggot. He’s Beta-Dom. Since starting T replacement therapy 3 years ago, I’ve seen his behavior change where he now tops 50% of the time, but he is still a total bottom sling slut taking all cocks and all loads. I’m about to setup his first motel cumdump event. He’s ready for it and wants to do it.
Have you met any people like me that exhibit attributes of both Alpha and fag? I supposed humans are complicated creatures and don’t fit nearly in a rigid box. I took your test “Am I a Faggot” and the score said “No”. But my intellectual brain has dissonance on how can I be alpha when I love sucking cock and swallowing cum (and felching cum out of my husband’s hole) in which are squarely faggot traits?
Or my husband has all the faggot characteristics that Fagmaster describes in Ultra Faggot, yet he tops about 50% of the time and deposits his load into the bottom. Which is another contradiction.
Sam you really provide a great public service and I’m happy to see you’re back and monetizing your passion. I would really welcome your thoughts on classifying me and my husband.
Here was my response to Alpha Nick’s myriad questions:
Sir,
Thank you very much for writing to me in great detail about your situation! I love learning about these sometimes complex hierarchical situations, especially ones like yours that are complicated by years of gay counter-programming, frequent role changing, and suppressive forces that confuse so many.
I’m going to try and hit what I feel are the main points of your letter. Please forgive me if I miss something you feel is important. I really want to cover it thoroughly.
First of all, my current chart does not have “objects” listed separately. That was an old and discarded diagram. I only ever had “object” separated that way because I kept getting push-back from faggots who want to be known as “objects”, I thought (and still think) that such a thing is merely a fetish, and unrealistic for long-term functioning. So I finally discarded it and went with my gut. A faggot is generally equal to other faggots, regardless of function. However, I did publish my faggot hierarchy (HERE) in which I gave a rough outline of how I think faggot hierarchy works, but I don’t apply it stringently.
I certainly don’t (nor ever did) fully agree with FagMaster on a variety of issues related to Hierarchy. He was more concerned with the fetish aspects of it, treating hierarchy as a kink rather than a unifying theory of Male behavior as I do. In my conversations with him, I could never get a satisfactory answer about whether or not he actually ever owned or used faggots. His writings on the subject were impressive, though, especially if he made it all up in his imagination. But we will never know, because as you said FagMaster has disappeared.
As you mention, one huge difference between FagMaster and myself is hierarchical classification. I felt FagMaster’s take was lazy and unfair to the many betas out there who would never submit to a male, and his view never properly addressed the actual mechanisms always happening between Men. Mine, on the other hand, has been sharpened like a surgical instrument at this point, so much so that I regularly use it to predict outcomes of ongoing situations.
My hierarchy pyramid has received multiple revisions since I started in 2015. My proudest moment was the revelation that came to me while in prison, when insights I gathered inside helped me see the true nature of Alpha hierarchy. I was close to correct before prison, but one newly-added element – the “God Alpha” – connected the dots.
Given the examples even in your distant past, it’s very clear you were always Alpha, Sir. The deference you received from inferiors, the natural submission offered to you from both the general population and lovers clearly indicate that other people always saw what you are. It’s a shame you didn’t recognize this earlier, because you might’ve been inspired to shape your body into a reflection of the natural alphahood you possessed since birth.
Therein lies the issue. I think gay Alphas have many more problems with Alpha latency than straight Alphas do (although I’ve helped many straight Alphas as well). Unlike straight Alphas, gay Alphas have the typical issues that sometimes cause latency (including childhood abuse), but they also have the suffocating stigma of being a GAY MALE. Society views gay males as “lesser Men” regardless of their masculinity or perceived Alphahood, and this can serve to push gay Alphas into latency because internally they feel inferior to straight Men or “disappointing” to others in general.
Just hearing your story gives me confidence to say that your latency springs from at least some of that stigma, which led to body issues and a lifetime of suppressed Alphahood.
I have a few suggestions, Sir. I’m curious about your thoughts on them.
First of all, I think you should entirely stop being topped by your husband as a “courtesy” fuck. Your husband needs to more fully embrace his place your faggot (or something closer to that). It’s time for you to understand that Alphas generally don’t get fucked by other Men, but especially by someone who is absolutely lower hierarchically. It may sound silly, but I promise you that imbalances grow and cause issues if not cut off and corrected.
As for your apparent desire to suck dick, it might be a residual effect of being a gay Man who spent most of an entire life trying to be an average gay Man. However, as is becoming more and more evident, you are NOT an average gay Man. You are a gay Alpha. I do think the more you are served and worshiped (and as you lean more into that truth), sucking dick and licking strange male cum from your bottom husband’s ass will become much less appealing. It might be a hard habit to break, but I think it will just drop off like a gangrenous body part. Just embrace your Alphahood and leave behind the vestiges of latent behavior that have held you back for far too long!
I will say that I’ve never dealt with Alphas who exhibit the traits of both Alpha and fag for very long. Once latent Alphas truly embrace the truth of their situation, they usually let go of those fag characteristics, primarily because those fag acts remind them of a time when they were confused about their purpose. The joy of finally understanding their latency and becoming free to use their great power proves to be much more intoxicating than submitting to another Man.
You have a journey ahead of you, Sir. Given your circumstances, it might be a harder road than other latent Alphas I’ve encountered. But if you embrace your truth and start making more decisions to benefit yourself, I have no doubt you’ll get to be exactly where you’re meant to be, Sir!
I hope to hear back about your progress!
You can kind of see how so many years of experimentation and role swapping – things quite common and encouraged among ordinary gay couples – have warped both Alpha Nick and his husband away from their innate purposes. There’s nothing wrong with that as long as they’re happy, of course, but that’s the point: Alpha Nick isn’t happy. He senses the power just beyond the wall. He needs to learn to dismiss the old tropes of his once-ordinary life and embrace the magnificent glory he was born to have!
I hope he can do it. Fifty-seven years is a long time to be buried, and it’s easy to get comfortable in a life that is generally working well.
But what could that life become? Only Alpha Nick can find that out!
My lifetime spent in service to Alphas has largely made the possibility of being in love an impossibility. I’ve certainly been in love with a couple of my Masters, straight Alphas who could never fully return my love. And I’ve had people in love with me, mostly girls to whom I could never return affection.
Thirty years of service to Men have passed since my heart first opened like a hopeful flower in my foolish youth. They have been years filled with the wonders of discovery, of purpose and discipline. Yet they remain like cold stone sculptures in the statuary garden of my life.
But occasionally my subconscious allows a sunrise of a dream of love to warm the concrete and grow the smothering ivy choking it.
A dream of being in love, it happened last night. I want to share it with you.
I was a proper English lad in the early 20th century, maybe between the World Wars. Like all proper boys of that time, I was dapper in my crisp white shirt, black tie, and black wool slacks.
Matching me almost exactly in dress was my Alpha, William. Ah, William! He of the chiseled jaw, the confident smile, the jet black hair slicked back, his sharp, dark eyes peering like an animal from beneath his low, shadowy brow.
We were on the third floor of a cavernous English mansion, seemingly alone and safe. William sat confidently on a tall bannister that stood guard against a precipitous drop to the ballroom floor below. And I was between his legs, my head in his lap.
His large, heavy hand gently stroked my head. I’d never felt such a breathless peace before. It was like being a boy at home, wrapped in a favorite blanket while held by Mom … except there was a sort of electrical excitement quivering beneath the surface. The whole world felt alive in that moment, simultaneously infinite and intimate, and endlessly possible.
William began humming, just random notes I think, but in them I heard a song.
Excitement overwhelmed me and I popped up with a huge, child-like grin, and kissed his surprised face right on his cheek. I began spinning in a dance across the dark hardwood floor, singing the lyrics to William’s tune as they arose from my heart.
With our love in bloom,
I’m singing a tune,
That could lead careless lovers off a cliff,
And if that bloom had a scent,
Of poisoned intent,
You’ll forgive me for taking a whiff.
My dance took to a third-floor balcony overlooking a stately garden courtyard. Encircling the rear of the house were a series of closely-arranged marble columns three stories high.
In my pure, fearless joy I leaped from the balcony to land precisely on the top of the nearest column. As William protested, I jumped again to the next column, except this one was covered in vines and topped with moss. I slipped slightly, and I nearly plunged to my death.
I lowered myself and laid on my stomach on top of the column, fear gripping me as I breathlessly gazed at the concrete below.
“Are you alright?” asked William. He had leaped right to me and was standing over me. I looked up and saw his shiny black dress shoe near my face.
My William is here to rescue me! Foolish me! I thought. I instantly felt completely safe … and completely ashamed.
I carefully crawled on my belly until I could properly reach his feet, and then I tenderly kissed his shoe with all of the gratitude I could express.
“Good boy,” said William. “Good boy.”
And then I woke up.
I’m not sure why I felt the need to share this with you all. Partly it’s for the sake of my own memory, since I don’t want to lose William’s nonexistent love.
But maybe I want to share it as a kind of warning. Being a faggot and living it properly can sometimes be like trying to find the treat in a maze that has no treats and all dead ends.
That sounds more hopeless than I intended, but it’s true. We are born to a life of service to Alphas who can love us like a favorite dog (which is itself a powerful love), but it’s not like being in love.
Our Masters will most likely never be in love with us. We were born disposable, stamped with an invisible sell-by date. Every dismissal, every passing year, every new wrinkle … they all add to the weight of that eventual reality.
I’m proud to be a faggot. I’m not sad about the purpose selected for me, nor regret my enthusiastic fulfillment of that purpose.
But aside from Baby Boy, I’ve never known truly reciprocal love in my adult life.
Except when my mind, in a flash of merciful sunlight, allows me a moment to dance in it.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the discovery of hierarchy by a faggot named Daniel and his gay Alpha partner, Master Justin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When it comes to Hierarchy, you’d think gays would understand and accept it better than straights. After all, there’s no female influence short-circuiting Male power in the gay world; it’s only males engaged in roles of Tops and bottoms, leather daddies and sissy boys. But peculiarly, gays have been caught up in the idea of equality probably borne out of their fight for general equality in society. The embracing of Hierarchy comes off like a fetish to gays, some harmless fun that has no direct effect on their lives.
Meanwhile, the mere mention of Hierarchy to straight Men ignites a knowing flicker in their eyes. They recognize the truth of it in a deep and meaningful way. I suspect it comes from the fact that straight Men have been freely ruling the world since human society began. Hierarchy (and its roles) is instantly recognizable to straight Men because they grew up in a society that is invisibly governed by Hierarchy.
So when I hear about a gay couple stumbling across Hierarchy and instantly embracing it, I get excited.
On the Hierarchy University Discord the other day a gay Master named Justin introduced himself as “Bubba” and began telling this story of how his partner of three years named Daniel came to him four days ago and confessed that he was a faggot. Not just a bottom or a sub. A FAGGOT.
This threw Master Justin for a loop.
He told me recently that he always felt he was different as well, just completely opposite. he shared stories of his childhood and adult hood. like a marine neighbor that would come over and force him to suck his dick whenever he wanted.
The reason why this was so surprising to Master Justin was simple: he was treating Daniel pretty much like an equal partner in their committed relationship. This revelation that his sub partner was actually a faggot led Master Justin to seek answers about what he should be doing.
And that, my friends, led him to The Hierarchy Podcast!
Thank you for making this podcast. It was my awakening. I didn’t know I was an alpha when he confessed being a faggot. your podcast helped me realize I was an alpha.
This discovery unlocked a bunch of Master Justin’s hidden Alphahood, which was always there but misunderstood.
I just wasn’t able to put it into words. I’ve always been a top, but there was a feeling of more. Beyond just a top. I’m glad we discovered this after 3 years. It was always there, just hidden. Like when we first got together, our first date I fucked his throat until he vomitted. I would also rub my feet all over his face after walking barefoot through a golf course. There was just shame on his side, and uncertainty on my side how to fulfill my needs.
But now that Master Justin has embraced his Alphahood and Daniel has accepted his faghood, things are vastly improved:
He’s getting better each day at servicing Me, and I’m learning how to make sure he’s taken care of.
You see, Hierarchy is not a fetish … it’s a PURPOSE. For some of us, the call is so unmistakable and insistent that you’d almost need Michael Jackson-levels of propofol to silence it. Daniel couldn’t remain quiet anymore about how badly he needed to serve Justin, not just be his lover. And Daniel’s submission helped Justin embrace that greater power gnawing at him for so many years.
Now, thanks to the truth about Hierarchy, they are both able to live a more complete and fulfilling life together!
I thank Master Justin for sharing this story with me and those on the Discord (now poised to pass 1,000 members!)! These are the kinds of success stories that make this site and the podcast rewarding for me!
Hi Sam. I am 38 years old and openly gay all my adult life. I got married to my husband 20 years ago and we adopted a child. I did all the “American dream” things. Married, career, home, children etc. etc. while I am openly gay, I have suppressed my faggot nature. A few years ago I told my husband I needed to submit and worship Alphas. My husband’s NOT an Alpha so he gave me permission to serve others and I have done so very well for 3 years now. My problem is, I have to give most of my time to my family and career and I’ve struggled to find an alpha that doesn’t want ALL of me all the time. So my question is, can I be a faggot even though most of my time is spent in service to my family and career? Or should I accept that I can’t serve enough and retire my faggothood?
Thank you for the question, brother!
First of all, congratulations on the relationship and family! Most faggots (like me) remain free of long-term romantic relationships and raising children, so it’s nice that you have that.
I think it’s telling that, despite having that comfortable family life, your heart is still needing to serve Alphas. Here’s what it tells us: faggots are BORN TO SERVE. It’s not a choice, it’s not a kink, it’s not a mental illness. We are simply born into that function.
So when you ask “Can I still be a faggot if the majority of my time is spent with my family?”, it’s sort of misdirection. You will ALWAYS be a faggot regardless of what you’re doing in life. And you will ALWAYS have a need to serve.
Now, you might be classed as a non-functioning or low-functioning faggot given your circumstances, and there’s nothing wrong with that. This is your life today, and you have important responsibilities to care for. I’m in a similar boat with you right now, so I feel your frustration.
Your desire to serve is admirable, brother, and I respect you completely. Your willingness to reach out and TRY is better than many faggots who never try at all. You deserve praise, not judgement. Live the best life you can, brother!
We could be brothers. I wish we were. I’m probably much older than you, but you are much wisher than I.
I am a faggot, or at least I think I am. But I’m not out to myself completely, and you are the 2nd person I have told I have fantasies of serving. The first person is a dominant man younger than I, who lives in another state. We met via social media accounts that neither of us use anymore, so we communicate via text messages or snail mail.
I have a boyfriend, a partner of 10 years, and we have a house mortgage, but I’m not out to him.
I’m torn. I feel I should try to live my remaining years happy in my relationship, and continue to hide my fantasies of serving dominant men. My BF is plain vanilla in many ways, and I feel confident that even approaching the topic of needing him to be more dominant would cause the relationship to end.
I apologize for wasting your time since I don’t really have a question. I’m just venting. However, I really do appreciate your website. Thank you for your posts and advice.
My dear brother, thank you for writing!
One of the greatest compliments I ever receive from doing this work are the many letters I get from brothers like you who open up their true feelings for the first time. I know the suffocating burden you’ve been carrying around your entire life. I hate that you’ve been unable to truly experience your life as you were born to – as a faggot.
I hate when people diminish or dismiss the feelings you and I have. We aren’t crazy or fetishists. We’re faggots. It’s how we were made.
I’ve always remained on that hill, insisting that faggots come to accept the accurate knowledge of Hierarchy so that they might be free. It was one of the primary motivators for this site more than ten years ago. I’ve met a lot of brothers like you in that time, believe me. Some of these ones have openly wept when I got them to admit publicly to me that they are faggots. I cherish every one of them and their confessions, just as I cherish yours, my brother.
Fortunately, your story isn’t as sad as some brothers who must suffer in silence alone. You’re in a loving relationship, and you also have an Alpha with whom you can discuss your proper role.
You didn’t say your age, but I’m guessing in the 50-60 range. It’s probably too late in the game to upend your cozy life in favor of maybe serving an Alpha.
My advice: stay where you are, build a cozy life of love with your partner, and rest easy in the knowledge that your faggot truth was heard, acknowledged, and treasured by me, your grateful brother!
This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Exceptional faggots are hard to find. In a world of haystacks filled with selfish, stupid, and disobedient subs, an exceptional faggot is the proverbial needle. An exceptional faggot submits itself entirely to the needs of its Owner, surrenders its own rights or concerns to Him, and enriches every aspect of His life. An exceptional faggot protects its Master’s interests, respects His boundaries and autonomy, and trusts Him implicitly. An exceptional faggot makes a Man proud to own it.
When a God Alpha like Master Lorenzo takes ownership of an exceptional faggot like Giovanni, wondrous things happen. Ancient truths are exposed and reinforced. Purposes are realized. Safety and peace are assured. All because an Alpha accepted his place, and took ownership of a faggot that embraced its place!
But let’s be clear: even exceptional faggots fail.
So what happens when an exceptional faggot like Giovanni fails a God Alpha like Master Lorenzo? This stunning recent example answers that question in a way that left me in awe:
I want to tell you something that happened here in the house.
My wonderful Master Lorenzo takes care of me and Rafael very well, you know right? And he always wants us to eat healthy, we even talked about Francesco’s diet for good boys and Lorenzo loved the idea but our food was always really healthy because of our great Master. He checks our weights every week checking if we are skinny and with round sexy asses for him. Of course, this is his right and I will always obey.
But one of the rules here is that we must eat salad, fibers, fruits, and vegetables, and some foods are only allowed once a week on the weekend. Ice cream is a big issue here because I love it and he does not allow us to eat ice cream more than once a week and we must ask for permission first because it’s a lot of sugar, fat, etc
So my Master is reaaaally busy with his work, so I thought that it wouldn’t be a problem to have some ice cream when he was working and not tell him (just a little bit!!). So I ordered a pot of ice cream for me and ate it playing my video games and it was sooooo good <3 <3 but I forgot that Lorenzo receives notifications of everything on his phone because I use his credit card to buy things, so he texted me “baby, what are you eating?” I was afraid to disappoint him so I said that I bought a fruit salad and he just said “ok, baby” OMG Sam!!! I felt sooo guilty, but thought everything was okay
When he arrived home, his dinner was ready like I cook everyday for him, I asked if he wanted me to serve his food, massage his feet, etc But the first thing he said was “I love you, my good boy. And I love how you always tell me the truth” and looked deeeeeeep into my eyes. OMG Sam, I was silent and started to cry. I know it’s something really stupid and it’s just an ice cream but I felt really bad for lying for him. When I was crying, he hugged me, kissed my forehead, and said “I brought you and your mother here, I taught you how to be a good boy, I pay for your tuition, I pay for your food, I pay for your clothes, I pay for your perfumes, lingerie, videogames, the make-up you like to use… and I am very happy to buy these things to my beautiful boy, but if you think that I am stupid, you are wrong, baby”
Omg I tried to answer him and say something, but then he said “it’s okay if you don’t follow your diet sometimes but lying to me is unacceptable. I take care of you and in return I ask you to trust me, is this too much?” I said sorry one million times and told him that I bought ice cream because I really wanted and I was really really sorry, I just didn’t want to disappoint him. And he said “well, now I am disappointed, and I hope you will never lie to me again, no matter how small is the matter” Then I said “yes my Master” and kept my head down. And he said “now serve my dinner”, he ate normally, even said that my cooking was delicious, and told me to go to the bedroom. I thought he was goign to fuck me and everything was fine!! But then he said that he would call Rafael because he doesn’t live with us, so he usually comes only on Saturday. I was happy, thinking that we would have an amazing threesome as always, but when Rafael arrived everything changed.
Look what my perfect Master did!! (and I deserved it a lot!) Lorenzo told Rafa to bring some ice cream, so he bought in his way to the house. When he arrived, I didn’t understand anything, and my brother Rafa was really confused too. Lorenzo said to Rafa that my mouth was too busy with ice cream so I couldn’t suck his dick, that’s why he called him in the middle of the week. He was laughing and making jokes, Rafael didn’t understand, but our Master was really serious about it. Then Lorenzo went to the kitchen, took a spoon, gave it to me with the ice cream my brother bought, and said “now you can enjoy.” He told me that I could fill my mouth with all the ice cream I wanted, so I didn’t need his cock and cum in my mouth anymore.
He put his hard dick out of his underwear and Rafa immediately started to suck him. I was looking at my brother sucking Lorenzo’s thick cock and felt really guilty about what I did. So I was just holding that spoon with a pot of ice cream in my hand, while Rafa was giving our Master an amazing blowjob, enjoying the PRIVILEGE to suck his big dick. So Lorenzo just said in a very calm and deep voice (you know his voice well, right?? So powerful!!) “go ahead baby, you can eat the whole pot if you want while Rafa serves me, he will swallow my cum, while you swallow the ice cream you love” I felt so bad and embarrassed, brother Sam!! And I said sorry, I said I didn’t want to eat ice cream anymore. And he asked if I regret my bad behavior. I said yes, that I was a bad boy, and was really really sorry. Then he told me to throw all the ice cream away in the kitchen sink and come back to the room.
I did it, and when I came back he was getting close, so he held Rafa’s head, fucked him fast and shot his delicious load in my brother’s mouth. Rafa swallowed every single drop of his perfect seed with a smile on his face, and Lorenzo just said to him “hey boy, does it taste better than ice cream?” My brother is such a good person that he didn’t want to make me feel bad, so he just smiled and said “of course, and I’m sure Gio agrees with me now” So after this punishment Lorenzo put Rafa and me on his chest, in each side of his armpits. And he explained the whole situation to Rafa, and I said that I would never lie again.
So my perfect Master after around 2 hours cuddling and talking to us in bed, just said “ok boys, double blowjob now” OMG brother Sam!!! I was sooo happy that he was not upset with me and I have him THE BEST blowjob together with my brother Rafa. My pussy was already prepared for him, so he put me in missionary position and fucked me reaaaally romantic, kissing me, and telling me that I am a good boy, and how much he loves me, and that he wants me to be honest. I only said “sorry Master, I love you, please fuck me, I am yours” And he shot a nice load in my pussy. He was really tired of the whole day at work and shooting two loads, so he just said “ok, my cum inside Rafa’s belly and my cum in Gio’s ass, all the fags are happy now, let’s go to bed” And we fell asleep in his arms.
On the next morning, when Rafa went to work and we were by ourselves, he asked me what I learned, and I said that I learned that I should never lie and if I want to do something against the rules of the house I should ask for permission because he knows what is best for me. I feel really stupid and selfish now brother Sam, he literally saved me and my mother!! I should respect him more!! But he kissed my lips, said that I was a good boy, and I learned my lesson!!!
He allowed me to tell you this story for the website and I want to share this with you because my Master is PERFECT and being perfect doesn’t mean to do everything I want. In a relationship like this one, he is my boyfriend but he is my MASTER and he will punish me and put me grounded if he thinks it’s necessary. And my role as his sub boyfriend is obeying. He’s a perfect protector Alpha and he just wants me and my brother to be happy, safe, and healthy!!
That’s it, Sam!! I really would like to know your opinion about this. I love you a lot!!! <3 <3 <3
I love Giovanni so much not only because he deeply loves and respects his Master Lorenzo, but also because he serves with the precocious joy of a boy. Hell, he IS still very young! And, like most kids, they make the mistake of testing authority and seeing if they can sneak a hand into the cookie jar for one (or two) harmless cookies.
Master Lorenzo had every right to be upset and insulted by Giovanni’s momentary lapse in judgement. He has truly given Giovanni (and his mother) a wondrous new life, he’s given Giovanni a purpose, and he trusts Giovanni with many privileges not often afforded other faggots.
But Giovanni broke that trust in a relatively harmless way, but then compounded the issue by lying to him. There was simply no way Master Lorenzo could allow such an error to go unpunished.
Now let’s talk about the most delicious part of this (no, not the ice cream!): the corrective action taken by Master Lorenzo! He used a modified version of what I call The Nuclear Option, which in its basic form is the perfect punishment for faggots. In this case, Master Lorenzo brought in Rafael (his second faggot) to service him right in front of Giovanni while Giovanni was forced to be content with eating ice cream!
This method (both the Nuclear Option and Master Lorenzo’s modified version) works so well because it uses DENIAL of something a faggot wants (its Master’s cock, cum, and attention) while being forced to watch it being given to someone else (leveraging a faggot’s fear of replacement). Actual physical punishment of a faggot (like spanking, slapping, belting, etc.) doesn’t work as well because many faggots crave that kind of abuse, which would then defeat the purpose of deterring it from repeating a mistake.
You can hear the mournfulness in Gio’s words as he recounts watching Rafael happily sucking Master Lorenzo’s fat cock and swallowing his superior seed! The punishment worked like a charm!
Master Lorenzo excels at everything, but he’s truly a generous Master who freely gives aftercare to his good boys. In this case, aftercare was needed to soothe Giovanni after this punishment so that the lesson behind the punishment would be reinforced.
I have no doubt that the lesson was absorbed by Gio’s heart just as eagerly as Master Lorenzo’s seed was absorbed by Gio’s pussy!
I thank and praise Master Lorenzo for allowing his precious Giovanni to share this intimate story, and I am grateful to Gio for his honesty and adoration of his God Alpha King!
The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a Portuguese faggot named Fernando who has submitted and is serving the straight Alpha husband of his sister! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Practically every faggot wants to serve and be owned by straight Alphas. It’s definitely something I’ve specialized in, and I’ve chronicled plenty of other faggots who do the same.
There is, of course, an obvious issue: straight Alphas have wives and girlfriends. Aside from the fact that a straight Alpha is likely to eventually dismiss you due to marital/family concerns, there is also the issue of questionable morality and the accompanying guilt. Contrary to what people think, faggots do have moral standards and are sometimes plagued by doubt about the “rightness” of their actions.
Fernando is dealing with that right now.
He successfully seduced his sister’s hot Alpha husband and gave him his first taste of faggot service, and he loves it. Fernando is giving his brother-in-law all of the sexual pleasure his sister isn’t giving him.
But despite serving his purpose perfectly, Fernando still struggles:
Sam, this is Fernando from Portugal again. I told you what happened between me and my brother-in-law. I’m back here to ask your opinion and advice because this whole situation is completely new for me.
Pedro plays soccer with his friends every Tuesday and Thursday. So we arranged a way to make things easier and not taking any risks. Instead of leaving soccer and going to his house with my sister, he comes to my place, uses me as much as he wants, and goes back home a little later without raising suspicions. He usually arrives him at 7pm, I immediately start sucking his dick, he makes me ride his cock, then bangs me doggy style, and breeds be. He usually leaves around 7:45pm to make sure he won’t be home too late.
I started feeling guilty last time he fucked me because he couldn’t stop talking about my sister and how much better I am. When I saw sucking him, he said “oh, that’s a real blowjob, so much bette than your sister”, then he took my clothes off and said “your ass is so hot, so much better than your sister” and during his rut, when he was getting close, he said “fuck, your pussy is so much tighter than your sister’s”. Apparently, he gets off by telling me how bad my sister is on satisfying him. I don’t understand that.
This morning everything got worse when I was having breakfast with my sister and him in their house and, when he left the table, she told me that his mood has gotten much better. Then she said that she wishes that he went to his soccer practice more often, because he always come home on Tuesdays and Thursdays sweaty, but with a smile on his face. Oh Sam, I felt horrible! My lovely and naive sister was pretty much telling me how happy she was because her husband was emptying his balls inside me. I pretended that nothing was happening and just answered that men love soccer and it’s good that he keeps this habit.
So Sam, I don’t know what to do… Pedro is really hot and an incredibly powerful Alpha. If I stop serving him, he might find another woman or faggot, which would be even more risky. He really loves this thing of talking about my sister while he fucks me, but I feel guilty when he does it… do you think I should just tell him to stop? Or it’ll be irrelevant to ask an Alpha to change what turns him on?
My sister got married as a virgin and gave her virginity to Pedro as a gift. She always says that will never get a divorce and, although they hardly ever have sex, in her mind she has a perfect marriage. On the one hand, she is happy and Pedro is happier than ever. On the other hand, if she ever finds out, I know her life will be destroyed.
Could you please give me your opinion on this Sam? If your audience could also comment on that, I would love to listen to other opinions. I can’t tell this story to absolutely anyone, so it’s been hard to cope with this in silence.
I really love your content and feel like I have a friend and a brother on you.
Honestly, I’m so very proud of my little brother Fernando. He’s serving his purpose so very well. This great straight Alpha has needs his wife is simply not providing (and seems to have no interest in providing), so he has turned to using Fernando to release that powerful sexual energy. That is primarily why we faggots exist! Fernando should not ever feel guilty for this.
In fact, he should be proud to receive word that this Alpha returns home from fucking Fernando with more joy than he’s had in a long time! Fernando’s service is actually making their marriage BETTER. What better endorsement is there than that??
Now, when it comes to the brother-in-law vocally comparing Fernando’s skills to the lack of skills of his sister, I can understand why that might be awkward and uncomfortable. So that’s what I suggest: respectfully and submissively approach this Alpha and request that he stop doing that because it’s making you uncomfortable. I’m sure he’ll understand. That’s a small price to pay to be able to keep pumping loads inside you!
I really love you, Fernando. You have a good heart, and I don’t want that to change. I certainly don’t want to advise you to do something that violates your conscience. I do think you should keep serving him right now. Because if you do stop, as you mention, he WILL find another faggot or female to use. The results of that could be catastrophic for your sister.
But right now, your brother-in-law needs to own and use you. Fulfill your purpose, Fernando, and be proud of yourself!
Hello Sam, I’m at a tough spot as a 24 year old fag. All my friends are dating and want to get me on dating apps and start going out with guys to get a boyfriend. Right now my priority is finding an Alpha to serve, but I’m having trouble balancing these two separate sides of my life. What do I do?
Thank you for the question!
I’m a little surprised that there aren’t more questions like yours, honestly. I would imagine this would be on the minds of a lit of faggots!
The ideal circumstance would be to find an Alpha who could also be a boyfriend, like Declan and Zack that are featured here on this site. It happens a lot, so I wouldn’t discount that.
If that’s not possible, then here’s my take as based on plenty of empirical experience: Your desire for a boyfriend can be satisfied within the confines of serving an Alpha, but your needs as a faggot will never be met by a regular boyfriend. The need to serve Alphas is so primal, so hardwired into us that it’s impossible to lock it away. You’d be in that relationship with a vanilla boyfriend and forever be gazing distractedly at the horizon thinking about that ache to serve.
In fact, it’s this powerful need to serve that distinguishes faggots from gay bottoms. It can’t be ignored.
So my advice is to specifically seek an Alpha near your age who is looking for a bottom/faggot to have as a boyfriend. Then you can have your cake and eat it, too!
