As I’ve said elsewhere, I was basically gay from birth. By the sixth grade, I had developed a crush on a boy named George (although I didn’t know what it meant at the time), and middle school/high school attractions to boys in class (Bob, I still miss you and your bulge in those tight pants!) further refined my obvious sexual orientation.
However, like most closeted gay youths, I was compelled to date girls in order to fit in with the budding heterosexual attractions of my closest friends. So, like a coward, I started dating girls.
My first few relationships were fulfilling in some way. Despite a general lack of attraction to their bodies, I was more than capable of performing sexually. Some of that probably had to do with the newness of sex in general, as well as the virulent hormones coursing through me at that age. Around that time I also discovered – much to my surprise – that I really loved boobs. For that period of time I was just like every other guy, dating a girl for a while in order to get some pussy before moving to the next one.
Of course, it was all a lie. I knew every kiss was a lie. I knew every thrust of my penis into a vagina was a lie. I knew every “I love you” was a lie. In the moment, it felt real to me; wet lips, warm bodies tangled, heavy sighs, and powerful, head-spinning orgasms. But in my quiet moments alone, a gnawing guilt remained.
When I met my first Alpha Roger at age 17 I was dating a sweet, petite brunette named Lori. Unlike my previous girlfriends, Lori was a virgin. Lori spent months trying to convince me to take her virginity, but I kept resisting. We would lie in the grass of my backyard on breezy summer nights, Lori’s hips gyrating her tight pussy on my finger as if she wanted me to insert my entire arm. I would always stop these heavy petting sessions, leaving Lori breathless and confused. It was a frustrating time for both of us.
Once Roger entered my life, though, my inner truth became crystal clear. I suddenly became Lori, desperately trying to get Roger to deflower me. I knew right then that I needed to break it off with Lori; I couldn’t concentrate on anything else but Roger anymore. The end came a few months later when I didn’t give Lori anything for Valentine’s Day. Rightfully upset, Lori tearfully begged for a reason why I didn’t love her the way she loved me.
“I … just don’t,” I replied. The response was cold and cruel in that special way only selfish teenaged boys can master. And that mercifully ended my last relationship with a female.
Not long after that, Roger slid his enormous, granite-hard cock into my throat. I remember the feeling of his solid, swollen cock-head on my tongue, the salty taste of his foreskin, the firmness of his hands in my hair, and the look of disgusted lust in his eyes as he looked down on me. That first taste of a Man’s cock erased everything I imagined about my life before and reshaped it into something new.
However, I still hadn’t accepted the complete truth about myself. Even then, as Roger was using me as a human tube sock, I still believed that I could be loved. I would construct elaborate fantasies about being Roger’s lover, perhaps getting married somehow and building a life together. Every time he would throat fuck me I would try to make it terrific for him in the hope that he might finally leave his girlfriend for me.
It never happened. I found myself in love with him, flying into jealous, tearful rages and begging for a love that would never come. Eventually, my love-fueled hysterics ended our friendship.
All of these tragic, emotionally-devastating situations occurred only because I couldn’t be honest. I couldn’t accept the truth about myself. I once truly believed that I could be a straight Man, husband, and father. Then I believed I could be a gay Man, a partner, an equal in a committed relationship.
But, as time has passed, I’ve slowly accepted the truth: I am a faggot. I was not born to honor a wife or help raise children. I was not born to be the partner to a Man, the one who makes him smile every morning. I was not born to be loved or cherished or appreciated the way a spouse yearns for their mate or a child might look at a parent.
Instead, I was born to serve. I was born to serve Men. My holes are theirs to use. The works of my hands are theirs to take. My mind is theirs to plunder. My body, mind, and heart exist only to glorify their Masculine superiority.
Men have instinctively known this truth about me my entire life. Ever since Roger first pushed me to my knees in order to receive service, Men have been using me to get what they want. Deep down, they know that I’m nothing but a faggot born to serve them.
I just needed to understand it about myself before I could actually be free.
Received some stats from Apple regarding the Hierarchy Podcast. 🤯
I know there has been a lot of binge-listening, but this is incredible! And that’s just one of the channels!
It’s been one surprise after another with the podcast, easily the most effective avenue to reach a wide and diversified audience. It’s been shocking to me how much it has changed in the lives of listeners! Some of the stories I’ve heard and shared regarding it still stun me!
As many of you know, I rescued an 18-year-old boy from certain death Syria in 2017. After two difficult years, I got him to safety in Australia where he lives in peace and safety.
Recently the criminal murderer Bashar al-Assad was overthrown after 50 years of atrocities, some of which Baby Boy witnessed.
But now video like this is coming out, showing the absolute horrors of Syria. Here we see human beings who were walled off in dungeons for YEARS, broken beyond repair. In all, more than 500,000 people lost their lives, and they’re the lucky ones.
Baby Boy would’ve been one of them.
I’m filled with gratitude for God leading me to him and helping me save him even though I was in darkness at the time. He is the bright light of pure love in the center of my heart. But even that joy is threatened to be overwhelmed by the nightmare of what this video reveals.
You and I both know the world can’t go on like this. And it isn’t going to.
“And God will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.” (Rev 21:4)
I’ve been online teaching Hierarchical truth since June of 2015, so nearly ten years. And over that time I’ve been asked multiple times why I continue teaching these things, persevering through virtually obstacle imaginable.
My simple answer is this: Hierarchical truth gave me purpose and clarity and peace in my life, and as more and more people apply and embrace these truths they have the same results. So I’ve been convinced of the power of these fundamental truths, and the importance of giving back drives me forward.
And I have been blessed to be a part of significantly changing the lives of many, many people because I never gave up and I never forgot the truths I experienced and witnessed with my own eyes.
I received a very long, very detailed letter in my Questions inbox from a faggot brother yesterday, and he was asking about the future of Hierarchy in the wake of the left’s neutering of males through “wokeness” and the right’s hateful, Destroyer Alpha ideologies that reveal only insecurities. It’s an intriguing problem, one I gave considerable thought to over the last two years while I was incarcerated.
But first, let me share my brother’s remarkable letter:
Dear Sam,
I’m a longtime fan of your work who is finally reaching out to say thank you and pose some questions to you about hierarchy and its future.
First, thank you. Thank you for educating the world, including me. I first came across your content years ago on the old FWA site. There I was, sitting in an airport, waiting for my flight to arrive when I stumbled across FWA. My curiosity was piqued and not long thereafter I was hooked. It took some time, but I came to realize that I’m a faggot (albeit a rather prideful and rebellious one). At first there was some concern and cognitive dissonance—but the more I read and the more I reflected—the more I understood myself, my hunger to serve, and the bigger picture. That said, I have some thoughts and questions about hierarchy and the Alpha and fag communities.
My awakening as a faggot began when I was in college. I met two guys (a couple) who took my virginity. Yes, my first time was a threesome—and it was awesome. One had an absolutely life changing dick. Big. Thick. Uncut. He was a cocky motherfucker who knew his power and attraction. Our “hanging out” quickly escalated to me stroking his cock and then sucking it while his boyfriend fucked me. After a while of that, and after my virgin hole had been opened a bit, the bigger of the two then took me from behind and fucked me with his impressive manhood. I felt so good. So complete. But also afraid. Dirty even. There was a lot to process, but I knew I liked that feeling—of having a man inside of me. Of making him cum. Of using my body to bring him pleasure. I didn’t realize it then, but this obviously sowed the seeds of my descent into sub space.
Soon after, I started meeting more guys—some mediocre who just wanted a quick fuck—but some who were truly special, just like that first guy. They fucked with ferocity but also with purpose. They owned my minds as much as my body, and they did so in a way that exemplified masculine superiority. In hindsight, I now know these were true Alphas who I met along the way.
One, a frequent fuck buddy, was an older man in his 30s. He was hung, handsome, fit, and had a magnetic personality. I wanted to spend as much time in his presence as I could—and I did. He taught me how to properly sexually service men like him, but he always did so in a constructive and warm way. He was my first Protector Alpha. He was also the first Alpha who cunted me.
In my experience, everything you write about cunting is true. Here I am, more than 15 years later, and I still hunger for the way this Alpha fucked me. The way he used my holes for his pleasure and the pleasure of his friend he introduced me to. All these years later, I’m still that shy 18 year old college freshman getting railed by this absolute mountain of a man, and I still remember all of the life lessons he imparted upon me; recognizing my self worth and giving me confidence to be who I am.
I suppose you could say I was lucky because over the years I met other Alphas whom I served sexually. Most were Protectors, but all had the same intoxicating effect: overwhelming my senses, the euphoria of their attention and approval, drawing me closer to them and their power, making me submit. A handful cunted me, resulting in them similarly forever owning a part of my psyche. Your recent podcast about Alpha ascendancy reminded me of these life changing and treasured experiences.
That recent podcast also made me think about some things that concern me about hierarchy today. Maybe I’m jaded, but I can’t help but look around and see a landscape of posers, fakes, and opportunists parading themselves as “Alphas” but not knowing the first thing about what it means to be an Alpha. I see this a lot in the findom space. It’s hard for me—a very successful professional—to take these “Alphas” seriously or see them as anything but chumps who are asking for a handout. What is “Alpha” about extracting money from a faggot or a sub, someone who is already insignificant to begin with? What is “Alpha” about depending on the charity of another when you are supposed to be a leader of men?
Your recent podcast on ascendancy told listeners to take heed of our environment, of the Alpha-fag ecosystem and lifecycle. Yes, fags exist to serve Alphas, but Alphas also need fags, as well. A faggot is there for more than just spitting on or extracting money. It’s there to serve, to be taught, and to be led. But I don’t see much of the latter.
I look out on the world and see a tragic lack of Protector Alphas. It makes me sad to think that young and future faggots might not experience what I did because their only concept of service might be coughing up money for or being spit on by the people I describe above. It also worries me that an entire generation of Alphas is being lost to this performative and reductive idea of what superiority and true masculine leadership and excellence look like.
Do you think things are changing? If so, are they changing for the better? Or have I missed something, or perhaps am just jaded? Where have all the Protectors gone?
This brother’s letter is very much the kind of message I receive on a daily basis since my return from prison. Why is there such affection and loyalty to FWA (now Hierarchy University) and its message? BECAUSE IT WAS NEVER A FETISH SITE – IT PROVED ITSELF TO BE TELLING TRUTH. And that truth SET PEOPLE FREE and CHANGED LIVES.
Listen to the experiences of my brother. Notice how he recognized the ring of truth in what I was teaching, to the point that he couldn’t ignore it any longer. And when he applied that truth in his life, miraculous experiences changed his entire life and set him free!
Which leads me to one of my answers to my brother’s questions above: is Hierarchy being invalidated or diluted by the current state of the world and masculinity in general? NO. Hierarchy is as ancient as any principle in human society. It’s something we know from infancy, feel it in the air everywhere we go, and are always guided instinctively by its influence. The same hierarchical influence that caused males to submit and service gladiators in the Roman Empire still molds the minds of Men today. The only factor that really changes in the equation is how much will society allow the freedom to express it.
My brother brings up another, more sobering point: Alphas are in trouble. Radical ideological forces are shifting Alphas away from what I consider to be their absolutely intrinsic purpose: As Protector (or Builder) Alphas. The world of today is either teaching Alphas that everyone is equal, neutering their power to lead. The world of today is also teaching Alphas to be selfish and stupid, encouraging insecure and toxic Destroyer Alpha behaviors.
My brother mentions online financial domination as one of these toxic forces ruining Alphas, and I completely agree. Findom doesn’t teach true Hierarchy, but rather a cartoonish version of Alphahood that allows fakes and phonies to slip in and mislead others. In turn, these Alpha failures destroy genuine faggots misled by their corrupted masculinity. There are definitely true Alphas in findom, but they are often obscured by the loud, ignorant, and grotesque Destroyer Alphas poisoning the true water of Hierarchy.
Without great Protector Alphas providing clear-eyed, ethical leadership, human society is threatened. It becomes like a ship without a sturdy, reliable rudder, and it becomes vulnerable to crashing or capsizing.
The true Protector Alphas I’m describing – the ones I’ve served, as well as the ones I’ve described on this site – aren’t pussies or weak Men. Quite the contrary. They’re the ones who defend what is right, fight for the weak and the broken, and defend those they love from threats foreign and domestic. These are Men I would crawl on broken glass to serve and worship, and I know my faggot brother feels the same.
That said, I know there are true Protector Alphas truly worthy of devotion and worship. I don’t believe the current crisis of Masculinity will ever snuff out the true Kings. I say this because I know there are some around today, as there have always been. It’s simply a matter of these powerful Alpha Masters asserting themselves and forcing out the pretenders.
I’m really grateful to my brother for posing this issue, as well as his wonderful, strengthening endorsement of what I’m doing here. His life course and success as a faggot simply prove the truth of Hierarchy, and I’m so proud to serve alongside him!
Hey brother, I served a man for a few months and he decided to turn me into his boyfriend. I accepted and moved in to serve him 24/7. I’ve been very happy serving him so far. I cook, clean, do the laundry, and suck his dick every single day. But there’s one thing that bothers me. He loves giving me presents: flowers, clothes, new IPhones, fancy dinners, international trips etc. He always pays for everything. I told him that he doesn’t need to, but he always says that his father taught him to be a Real Man and Real Men must provide their girls with everything they want. How can I show him that I am not his girlfriend? I am his faggot and I should be paying for his things, not the other way around. I want him to own my bank account, and instead he doesn’t stop giving me extra money to buy clothes and look sexy for him. I already showed him this website and even explained what findom is, but he continues to say that he has a dick and balls, so no fag or girl will ever pay 1 cent for him. My guess is: He had 3 relationships with women and they took advantage of his generosity, I am his first faggot, so I think he’s struggling to understand the difference between me and the other spoiled girls who took thousands of euros from him.
Brother, I think this is a first. I’ve never had a faggot write to me upset that their Alpha won’t stop lavishing them with gifts!
I don’t mean to tease you, but you know it does sound a little weird. However, I do understand your issue. I have a TERRIBLE time accepting ANY gifts from people. I prefer to get my stuff myself, and I HATE asking for help. It’s especially hard to receive gifts from our Alphas, for the reasons you mention in your question.
However, there are some incredible Alphas out there who truly value their subs/faggots. If they have the means (as your Alpha apparently does), they will spend ridiculous amounts of money on what is essentially their servant.
You must keep in mind he is not trying to buy you, or guilt you into service. He genuinely cares about you and is grateful that you serve him and submit to him. Some Men struggle to express those things in words, so they speak them in gestures and gifts.
And “express” is an intentional word here, because he is expressing a real desire in his heart. He NEEDS to express these things, because he WANTS TO.
Here’s a little story from my life: My first real Master was a straight Alpha named Aaron, and I was unworthy to lick the impressions of his feet in mud. Inside, I felt absolutely unworthy of his every compliment, his every tender gesture. Then one weekend I had to fly out of the country, and I was petrified of flying. I also hated leaving Master Aaron unattended. But I went anyway (of course). When I returned, there were a dozen red roses on the kitchen table and a note from Master Aaron telling me how proud he was of me. And I broke down and cried.
There are truly astounding Alphas out there who want to show their faggots that they’re valued. It’s important to THEM to do that.
Your job as this Alpha’s faggot is to please him and make him happy, right? That’s what you want to do, right? Well then, stop complaining about his gifts. It makes him happy to do these things for you. He WANTS to do these things for you … he NEEDS to do these things for you. Deeply appreciate your good fortune to be owned by such a powerful, successful, and tender Alpha! Kiss his feet every day and thank him for his benevolent and merciful kindness in allowing you to serve. Make him feel like the King he is!
(BTW, if he has an extra grand or two lying around, ask him to send it my way! I could use the help!)
Sam, how much does your family know about your relationships with men? I ask this because as a faggot I cannot demand that my owner come to family events or holidays. Part of me wants to tell my parents I am in a relationship but I have no control in it. I also fear that this will devastate them. What are your thoughts Sam?
Hi brother. My family knows I’m a faggot; I told them a long time ago. And there was a huge fight about it, and feelings were hurt. However, we are fine now … because we don’t talk about it. And I also don’t bring a Master to the family Thanksgiving dinner, either.
Every family dynamic is different, and only you know how far you can push your family. I don’t think it’s necessary for any faggot to die on the hill for Hierarchy and proclaim it to the entire world. Your family doesn’t need to know a damned thing about what you do in your private life. If you can’t make it to a family function due to a Master … well, then you can’t make it. Your family will adjust to whatever you need to be happy in your own life. It’s your life to live, not theirs.
But let’s be frank – almost every parent, regardless of how liberal and open-minded they are, will be quite unhappy to hear that you’re a faggot. No parent wants their son to be used the way we are often used by Men. Being a faggot means no grandchildren, no family photo ops with little nuclear families gathered around the Christmas tree, etc. So they’ll always be upset.
Which is why I think you should just keep it to yourself and live the way you need in order to feel complete.
You’ve probably read the term “cunted” used in reference to a gay bottom receiving a Man’s cock. While the term definitely refers to that act, there is more to being cunted than simply being fucked by a Man. Cunting is a total transformation of a faggot physically, mentally, emotionally, and sexually through hard fucking that triggers a deep internal orgasm.
Let’s first be honest: mechanically speaking, any male can be fucked in the ass. Every male has an asshole that can be opened wide enough to accept a dick-sized object.
Let’s imagine that all males on Earth had to be fucked in the ass one time. The vast majority of males would not enjoy it at all, and most would hate it. They would actively rebel against the entry, fight against the very idea of taking a dick in their ass. If it brings some pleasure to certain males, why would most Men actively fight against this act?
Because being fucked in the ass says much about a male’s place within the human hierarchy. When a Man is fucked in the ass, he is emasculated in a way that differentiates him from other Men. A Man is meant to penetrate. A Man who is penetrated (like a female) is considered a “lesser” Man, even if that penetration occurred during a rape. It is the nature of how Men view the act of being penetrated.
However, the act of being penetrated and fucked by another Man doesn’t always change the personality of the recipient. Many gay bottoms receive dick, but they are still Men in that they are active in their sex life and still seek their own pleasure. They very often still use their dicks to receive pleasure. They are generally an equal in their relationships and their sexual encounters.
But some males are fucked so deeply and aggressively that they are changed forever. They no longer seek their own pleasure. Their assholes become their true sex organ. The desire to penetrate with their penis – the primary means of pleasure for most Men – is taken away, replaced by the desire to be penetrated.
So how does this happen? During a powerful, aggressive rut an Alpha can angle his cock so that it strikes the faggot’s prostate as he penetrates the second ring. The intensity builds until the faggot is triggered into having an internal orgasm until it is overwhelmed. Symptoms of cunting vary, but generally involve unconsciousness, trembling/shaking, uncontrollable emotions, fits of deep weeping. It’s very dramatic, and for an unprepared Alpha it can be alarming.
Here is a video about cunting I produced:
The rape I endured might be considered a cunting, but it didn’t alter my mental state enough at the time. I fought against the feelings of being penetrated and taken in that fashion. A true cunting involves more than simple penetration … it involves the mind and heart of the male being cunted.
I wasn’t cunted properly until Alpha Chris owned me a few years after the rape. What was the difference? Well, Alpha Chris had already fucked my mind through our previous encounters, so when he finally fucked my ass he had me in the proper mental state. When he fucked me, he did so with a controlled aggressiveness that forced me to give up any residual masculine resistance. Suddenly I felt this involuntary clenching inside me accompanied by a tingly warmth that spread through my body. It was so surprising and wondrous that I nearly lost consciousness. I just laid beneath him, absorbing his thrusts even though I wasn’t in my body anymore. Then I gasped for air, just realizing I had been holding my breath. Returning to consciousness, I felt him cumming inside me. Nothing mattered anymore. I was claimed inside and out by this powerful young Alpha. I was suddenly everything and nothing. A slave to the Man whose cock took away whatever it was I once thought about myself.
By the time he was finished pounding me, any lingering idea that I was a Man had disappeared. After that, I completely understood that my hole was my sex organ, and my purpose was to offer it in whatever way a Man demanded. That is what a true cunting does to a male – it emasculates a male and transforms him into a object only to be penetrated.
And once that cunting occurs, there is no going back.
