The other day I mentioned my experience picking up an Alpha Lyft driver, and I figured I would receive at least one question about it. Sure enough, it arrived like clockwork:

Hi Brother Sam, Thank you for running this site as a just turned 18 year old fag I have found it very helpful and informative, I was scrolling through your page about to ask a question myself when a recent reply caught my attention from one of your stories, you mentioned you approached a Lyft driver and Managed to serve him in 2021, could you please share the story with me and inspire me? I only ask as I use an Uber to and from work every day the last month and it’s always this stunning married mid 40’s muscle gym bro who drives me to work and home, we have built up a relationship since the start of July (when I first started using him) and he is very Alpha. masculine, confident and gives off incredible energy, I find myself with the urge to serve him as a fag and was writing to you today for advice/how to approach it as I’m still so new to this world and want to serve him and embrace my duty as a fag and then I saw you mention a lyft driver which is so similar to my story, could you please provide tips/advice and share your story of how you convinced your lyft driver to let you serve him ? thank you brother Sam! much love and respect – Ryan the Fag xo

I wrote about the experience on the previous version of this site, but for some reason I couldn’t find it in my archives (I did find my post about the Alpha I drove home and serviced him after, which I might repost). So I’ll tell the story again, because it really illustrates the power of fearlessly speaking hierarchical truth!

As many of you know, I was arrested in late August of 2020 when a friend of mine asked me to drive a car to him in another state, and that car had meth inside the doors (of which fact I was naively unaware). I spent three weeks in jail before being released on my own recognizance. Three days after my release I came down with a paralyzing staph infection of the blood and pneumonia arising from the chemo port still in my chest from my bout with cancer two years prior. I nearly died from that while laboring in the COVID wing of the hospital, but I eventually overcame it after two months of antibiotics.

I was in rough shape!

I had sold my car to pay bills, so I was immobile for the first time since I was 16 years old. One day I needed to go to an Office Max store for some supplies, so I called a Lyft ride to drive me 15 minutes away. My driver was “Antoine”. I would later find out everybody called him “Twan”.

I was pleasantly surprised when I saw Twan in the driver’s seat. He looked young (turned out he was 24 years old) and wearing a Cardinals jersey. He had a neatly trimmed goatee and his short hair was twisted in little braids. He grunted at me when I greeted him with that indifferent black Alpha attitude I learned to overcome long ago. And so we started off.

I started by asking him how long he had been driving Lyft. “A coupla months,” was the blunt reply. So I quickly pivoted to my own previous experience driving Uber and Lyft for a year, and I mentioned how weird some of the rides had been. No real response. Then I said, “I’m sure you get a lot of people flirting with you since you’re Alpha.” He chuckled a little bit and agreed. “My girl don’t like that part.”

So then I said, “Do you consider yourself to be Alpha?” He quickly agreed that he was. So then I said, “Some people don’t think Alphas are real, but I know they are.” I began to describe some of the qualities of Alphas and what sets them apart. I had his attention.

Then I said, “I’m a firm believer in hierarchy.” He replied, “What do you mean?” So I explained how males are different, and how Alphas like him are at the top of the hierarchy pyramid and other males are below and serve the Alphas on top.

Then came the magic question: “So what are you?” I smiled, and without hesitation said, “I’m a faggot, Sir.”

Twan laughed in knowing surprise. “Yeah, I thought you were.”

By this point we were almost there. Time to wrap it up: “I’ve accepted that my role is to serve superior Men and Alphas like you. It’s just the way the world is.” Twan pulled his SUV up in front of the store.

Before getting out, I ended this way: “Sir, if you want to take my number, you can call if you ever need anything.” He took my number. “Thank you, Sir,” I said respectfully as I left his vehicle.

I went inside the store and, after looking around unsuccessfully for a bit, asked a clerk to help me. Suddenly, my phone dings. I have a message from Twan:

“Come out to the truck now.”

I immediately excused myself and left the store. In front of the store was Twan’s SUV. I climbed into the back seat, asking coyly, “Are you in need, Sir?”

“Yeah.”

We drove around until we found a bank that was closed (it was COVID, and many places were closed during the weekdays). He pulled to a discreet back corner of the lot, parked, and then hurried into the back seat with me. He pulled down his sweat pants and underwear in one smooth motion and said, “suck my dick, fag!”

One thing I love about black Alphas is the length and weight of their limp dicks. Even when they’re not hard, they’re still impressive when you manipulate them or suck them. Twan was not totally hard when I started, so I got to enjoy the pleasure of it rapidly growing in my mouth. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth for a bit, and he barked commands like “moan more!” when he wanted some vibration.

When he was getting close, I was starving for his load, but Twan loves shooting his loads on his cocksucker’s mouths/faces. He did that to me, and I pushed what I could into my mouth and swallowed it after.

Then he drive me home.

Since he had a girlfriend, he couldn’t use me all the time, but I was one of his regular cocksuckers for about a year or so until I was finally sentenced and sent to prison in July of 2022. When I was released two years later Twan had changed his phone number and mine was different, too. So that was the end of that!

As you can see, this isn’t particularly difficult. It really just requires a faggot to be fearlessly honest about hierarchy and purpose. You have truth and the insatiable Alpha sex drive on your side! Use those things to your advantage just like I did then!

Here’s to your growth and success, brother!

Love,

sam the faggot

Republicans crashing GRINDR and Trump’s idiotic dancing to the gay anthem “YMCA” are only the stupid tip of the iceberg with the MAGA Republican Party’s creepy fetishization of hyper-masculine ideals.

I am a fucking faggot and I don’t hyperventilate to masculinity the way Secretary of War Pete Hegseth does every time he’s in front of a camera. It’s embarrassing, creepy, and hypocritical, especially given the party’s complete opposition to gays and trans people.

This clip details the latest hyper-masculine plays:

First of all, the Republican Party knows nothing about Manhood, especially not this administration. Are we supposed to believe Hegseth, Trump, Marco Rubio, Robert F. Kennedy Jr., Lindsey Graham, or (heaven forbid) Stephen “Naziferatu” Miller are the epitome of Masculinity??

Additionally, the military isn’t populated by a bunch of chemically-altered Ivan Drago supersarriors. Let’s also not forget that women make up a large portion of the U.S. military … are they going to get testosterone? Does that count as transgenderism?

The American government is run by a bunch of military incel cosplayers who jack off to repeat viewings of the movie 300.

The point is this: they don’t have the first fucking clue how to be a Man, what defines courage and sacrifice, and have no comprehension of dignity or nobility.

I hate them all.

Hi Sam,

I think you’re really good with your words. Have you thought about writing a novel about god alphas and fags ? The real relationship is sooo hard to find in real life and you can write some original stories to demonstrate it better. I’ve been wanting to read your novel and even want to write my own.

Thank you for the question!

In my mind’s eye, I have planned a large book on hierarchy as a massive, over-arching societal concept on the scale and impact of what Charles Darwin’s “Origin Of The Species” did for evolution. It’s a tantalizing proposition. However, this monstrous site and 11 years of daily writing does much of that heavy lifting already. I’m working on two more personal autobiographical books that are more important to me.

But I will emphasize this: Any book on hierarchical issues will be only based on truth and true stories/experiences. I refuse to write fiction on the subject, because that’s just for masturbatory nonsense. I think the truth is much hotter and more impactful.

Thank you for the encouragement, though!

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Hi fag, recently, it’s a lot of a footballer Lucas Bergvall everywhere. Funny enough, some say he’s probably secretly a fag for his mates. That’s because of his ass but also some videos in which players slap his bottom or grab his face. Others say he’s total alpha and must definitely enjoy ass worship and rough sex focused on him. What are your thoughts on him and other young players?

I know almost nothing about soccer/football except that no game that can end in a TIE can be called a “sport”. Therefore, I haven’t been watching the World Cup.

That said, I have definitely seen Lucas Bergvall on social media. He’s a cutie, for sure. Of course, I don’t know him at all aside from long-lens shots of him frolicking on the field with his teammates, so take my opinion for what it is … but I think Lucas is a team faggot more than anything else. He has the famed ass, but just the way his teammates handle him and touch him leads me to think he’s the team toy.

I plan to ask Master Jin (who transformed his soccer team of straight Alphas into a group of faggot-owning straight Alphas in one semester) about his opinion of Lucas.

Here are some clips for the curious:

And for your consideration, here’s a blonde faggot (who looks like Bergvall) servicing an Alpha … coincidence?

In June of 2016, one year after I started this site, I met an 18-year-old boy through it. He read I am an English major (which he wanted to be), and we became friends. Six months later, I found out he was in Syria and barely surviving.

I set out to rescue him, which I did in 2017. I hid him in Malaysia because that was our only choice. I paid for everything. While he was there, I got throat cancer and nearly died. Of course, I didn’t die … and in 2019 I finally got him to safety in Australia where he lives today.

Long-time readers of this site know him as “Baby Boy”. He’s basically my son now, and no real father has ever loved their son more.

Today was Baby Boy’s birthday, capping a ten-year saga of the lowest lows and highest highs.

But today also happens to be the official end of my probation after a nearly six-year nightmare journey through the injustice system. I’m finally FREE once more!

Huge dreams are gathering on the horizon, and every one of them is now possible. There is a lot of work ahead, but I think you all know I’m not afraid of hard work.

But the end result will be a literal dream come true: my son in my arms as we explore the world together!

What once seemed “impossible” will become not only possible, but REALITY.

I’m ready! Are you?

Let’s go!

I work in a refugee center and there are three Arab Alpha Refugees from Syria! They grab their big bulges when I am around! How should I approach them? I feel the need to worship them!

Thank you for writing!

First of all, I thank you for the work you’re doing at that refugee center! As you may or may not know, I rescued an 18-year-old boy from Syria in 2017 at great risk and cost to both myself and him. Fortunately, it worked out eventually, and my precious Baby Boy is safe and thriving in Australia today. He is the most precious treasure in my life, a gift I will forever hold close.

The Syrian people have been brutalized by so many harsh regimes (as well as a punishing religious order) that helping them can be tricky. Baby Boy somehow kept his heart intact through all of the terror and abuse he suffered, but he was one of the fortunate few.

Hierarchically, most males in that region are conditioned to be Alphas. Of course, that doesn’t always “take”, but most of them recognize the natural order. From what I’ve come to know through this site over the years, straight Muslim Alphas have no issue using faggots as long as they can get away with it. Syria is one of the most virulently anti-gay countries in the world (Baby Boy saw gay people getting beheaded in the town square), so there is a lot of dangerous homophobia to be aware of.

Maybe try to acknowledge their bulges with your eye contact (and maybe a sly smile) the next time they’re grabbing them. This might trigger them to know what you are. This is a tricky situation (especially since this is occurring at your job), but you never know.

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Yoo sam, could you tell us about your highschool years as a faggot?

I’m straight, but I imagine that, being a faggot, your experience was probably quite different. I guess you wouldn’t have joined in on the conversations about rating the best girls’ asses in class hahaha. Also you could create a section about your own life experiences

Thank you for writing, Sir!

Well, this should be fun! I don’t write a lot of autobiographical stuff on here aside from specific examples of my past as a faggot, but I’m definitely willing to share, Sir!

I grew up in the Midwest of suburban America in the 80s and 90s, the firstborn son of religious, middle-class parents. My high school was straight out of a John Hughes film, and I was a near-carbon copy of the nerdy kid played by Anthony Michael Hall in those films (particularly in SIXTEEN CANDLES). Skinny, gangly, goofy, and cute. I had a thick brown mop of feathered hair, big, brown cow eyes with long eyelashes, and embarrassing dimples. I was well-known in school for bizarrely wearing an electric-blue bomber jacket every single day for all four years of high school (we symbolically burned it at a post-graduation bonfire).

I had a very tight group of misfit friends all four years that we called “The Group”. We’d known each other since kindergarten (and I’m still friends with some of them today!), and we knew each other very well. In the social hierarchy of our high school, we were somewhere between The Burnouts on the lower levels and The Jocks on the main levels.

I was very much then like I am today; intelligent, creative, sweethearted, but also armed with a blistering streak of sarcasm that earned me the title of “King Of The Put-Downs”. This combination of qualities served me well during my Freshman year when I found myself in an elective recreational sports class with a bunch of Seniors. They found me hilarious, and I became their funny little brother … so they served as my “protector Alphas” in dangerous areas like the lunchroom. The only time they didn’t protect me was in my history class, where a bully named Matt Sprenger tormented me every day.

My friends were all typically straight white guys, and I managed to blend in perfectly with them even though I was nothing like them inside. Ever since fifth or sixth grade I knew I felt something for boys. My first “crush” happened then with a boy named George Collins. Then in junior high I sort of fell in love with a guy named Bob who looked a little like a blonde version of Albert from “Little House on the Prairie”, and that continued into high school. Ugh … Bob used to wear this form-hugging gray corduroy pants that showed off his bulge and his perfect ass. While my friends were busy talking about cheerleader tits and asses, I was chasing Bob and this cute guy named Matt.

These crushes helped me understand that I was gay, and I knew I felt submissive (as a little kid I was already manifesting an interest in macrophilia), but I didn’t know what to do with those feelings. I certainly never told my friends, nor my parents. So instead I began to date and attempt to fuck girls like my friends were doing. This started between the ages of 15-16. I lost my virginity to a white girl named Rachelle, my second girlfriend. I had a threesome with two girls one night at a party.

And I hated it. Entering a vagina with my little pee-pee felt wrong, and my body didn’t seem to even understand thrusting and other mechanical aspects of straight male fucking. I tried eating vagina, and it was absolutely revolting. All-in-all it was an embarrassing disaster. I started to think I was doomed.

Then I got a job at an Italian restaurant, and there I met a straight Alpha named Roger. He was my age and same grade, but he went to a competing high school. He was everything I wasn’t: hot, sexy, confident, muscular, and extremely popular. I fell instantly in love with him. I wanted to be with him all the time, smell his scent, and hear his laughter. He’d playfully call me “faggot” – the first time anyone ever called me that, and it was like an electric charge raced through my body every time he said it. The word felt like a siren song leading me into deeper waters.

This was, of course, the same Roger who forced me to my knees and throat fucked me with his 8+ inch cock a few months after meeting me (we had been watching some schlocky “girls in prison” movie in his mother’s basement). After that, I was his personal cocksucker for our final year of high school, and I never looked back.

So yeah, those were my years of discovery as a faggot in high school, Sir! I’m not sure my development was typical of most faggots, and I certainly handled those years with a sense of wide-eyed wonder and excitement that definitely seems atypical now that I’ve spoken to so many other fags.

EPILOGUE: Before I get the inevitable follow-up question, yes my high school friends all know I’m a faggot these days. After I disappeared from them for several years (being owned by multiple Masters), I returned and told them the truth. Then, at a class reunion, I made sure everyone in the class knew I was a faggot. Needless to say, none of them were shocked! We all had a great laugh over it!

One more thing, Sir: There is a category specifically for me and my stories. It’s all in the category “Me”.

I’ve been cancelled more times than disco over the eleven years I’ve been teaching hierarchy across social media. Some platforms are simply not possible outlets of the message (like Instagram or Tumblr), while others (particularly X) flirt with acceptance but indiscriminately tighten their “rules” according to whatever social media trend/opinion is ruling that day.

I saw some of it coming. When I started this site on Tumblr, I noticed that the platform was becoming increasingly censorial over my content. I refused to be censored, so I took the expense upon myself to build an independent website (FagsWorshipAlphas.com) to protect my content and preserve my message for those seeking help.

But now that the right wing has been largely strangling media platforms, the censorship and demonization of alternative content has become oppressive. I recently experienced this yet again when X cancelled four of my accounts in one brutal day. But even before the cancellation, my accounts were being shadow-banned by the algorithm, which forced me to artificially battle it with multiple accounts.

It’s annoying. It’s also disrespectful to the freedom of speech.

I really appreciated this article by my brother KinkScholar on his Substack blog about this very subject of algorithmic censorship when it comes to gay issues. He’s absolutely right, and I recommend that everyone read it.

But as for me, I’ll keep fighting the machine.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of Master Jin, a straight Korean Alpha who first learned about the ownership of faggots when he learned his college roommate Chin was a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There have been many critical true stories over the course of this site’s 11-year history that led to major audience growth and depth of content. California Alpha, Home Depot Fag, Frat Fag, and Sean The Fag all fired the imaginations of faggots everywhere and taught vital hierarchical truths.

But few true stories have had the long-lasting impact of straight Master Jin, then a college medical student in Toronto, and his then-roommate Chin. Master Jin suspected that Chin was a faggot, and in 2019 he reached out to me for help in submitting Chin. I gladly advised him, and within days Master Jin took ownership of his first faggot.

Master Jin’s ownership of Chin the faggot caused his Alpha buddies on the college soccer team to take note, and before too long they also claimed faggots. Over the next two years I tirelessly chronicled the four or five straight Alphas and the six or seven faggots they collectively owned. In addition to Master Jin, Masters Nick and Matt became veritable legends on the site. I had access to everybody, so I was often collating various accounts from both the Alpha and faggot perspective. It was exhausting, but rewarding.

It was because of Master Jin that all of the Toronto Alphas insisted on caging their faggots. Prior to Master Jin’s pioneering use of chastity, I considered it just a fetish. Master Jin, on the other hand, had an instant understanding of the wisdom of chastity, and he wielded the practice as skillfully as a scalpel.

All of that happened because of Master Jin. He inherently understood that, as a young straight Alpha, he deserved all of the service and worship available to him. He didn’t let the world’s definition of how a straight Alpha should live, and instead relentlessly pursued a life HE wanted to live.

And that life was that of a straight Alpha King who has a steady girlfriend and owns faggot slaves. In other words, a Kingdom.

These days Master Jin is a medical doctor and making plenty of money. He still owns Chin, and has added Lee to his house as well. Both are still locked, of course.

Finding a girlfriend who accepts his ownership of faggots has been a challenge, of course. It’s notable that the girlfriends don’t get their way and convince Master Jin to dismiss his faggots in favor of them; instead, he dismisses the girlfriends in favor of his faggots! This stands in sharp contrast to his former Alpha brothers Masters Nick and Matt, both of whom were seduced by females away from their fags.

But I have some great news: Master Jin has been dating a girl for eight months now, and she’s fine with his ownership of both fags!

She doesn’t live with Master Jin and his faggots, but she’s there every weekend. Whenever she’s at the house, Master Jin spends his time loudly fucking her while his faggots busy themselves with house work and listening to him fucking. This is good, because it keeps them horny for his cock and cum.

And yes, Master Jin still uses their throats. As he said yet again, “faggots suck better than she does.”

Most incredibly, Master Jin also takes the time to milk both faggots multiple times per week! I was quite astonished to learn that. It was Master Jin who also pioneered the milking of his fags, which he then taught to his straight Alpha friends. The fact that a straight Alpha like Master Jin understood not only the purpose of faggots but how to CARE for them as very personal and cherished property has never stopped amazing me!

I was so happy to get to speak with Master Jin, Chin, and Lee today. They’ve all grown and developed into their hierarchical roles so confidently and full of purpose! Even better, Master Jin has a woman with him who supports him and honors his Alpha hood by allowing him to express the fullness of his power!

It’s just the way a King deserves to live!

Thank you, Master Jin and my brothers Chin and Lee!

P.S. Master Jin learned of my recent financial struggles somehow (maybe the podcast?) and ordered Lee to send me some money. I was so touched by this gesture on their part! Now you see why I refer to Master Jin as a Protector Alpha! He watches over the entirety of his Kingdom and safeguards it all … even a little faggot far away like me! Thank you, Master, and thank you, Lee!

The Rocky Horror Picture Show is the greatest rock musical of all time. Tim Curry’s charismatic entrance in that 1975 film instantly transformed an entire generation and officially put “the gay agenda” on the map with straight people.

That landmark film was based on a theatrical musical written by Richard O’Brien (and also starred Curry) that was so successful that it outgrew two theaters and finally forced its way onto movie screens, where it flopped badly at first before becoming a midnight sensation that continues to this day.

In my mind, there is no way to replace Tim Curry’s transcendent performance, by turns sexy, comedic, and terrifying. It was an immediately-iconic role that followed him throughout his life. Some people have tried to wear those heels in his stead, but all have failed miserably, most notably Laverne Cox (an actual transsexual) in an awful television remake.

But I was quite impressed with this performance above taken from the new Broadway revival. Luke Evans plays Frank-n-Furter in a way that tributes Curry while adding his own spin.

I would definitely watch it. I might even bring some rice.

I haven’t heard this excellent Louis CK bit in a long time, and it’s still perfect!

So weird that he can scream the word “faggot” from the rafters, but I, an actual faggot, can’t use it on X without censoring myself for fear of getting banned for the 150th time!

Yesterday the boy I rescued from Syria in 2017 got his Australian passport. He’s now officially a citizen, and finally – FINALLY! – free!

We’re coming up on the 10-year anniversary of when he, at 18, first reached out to me on this site when it was just starting. I was just a stranger online. I digitally took his hand … and I never let go.

I couldn’t.

The subsequent journey we took over the last 10 years defies not just “the odds”, but also description. Nights and days of sheer terror and near-death experiences, all punctuated by moments of laughter and triumph.

And love. Beyond everything else, purest love.

Buoyed by hope and rescued by miracles, that boy and I faced a world of nations aligned against us together … and eventually we won!

My boy’s life is now better than either of us ever imagined could be possible. He’s grown confident and trusting, with a great job and unstoppable goals.

But I never imagined what would happen to me. As a faggot, I had no chance to have a child of my own.

Instead, I was given a son to love and protect. I emptied myself completely and devoted all I have to him. Every penny, and every teardrop. I would give more if I could summon it. I think any parent understands what I mean.

That passport represents the culmination of 10 years of impossible dreams coming true because a little lost boy trusted me, and I loved him too much to give up.

In two months I’ll be free from my own exile, but it only means one thing for me: that I’ll be able to hug my son once more and see the world we conquered together!

Finally, at last, together!

I love you, kiddo! Always & Forever! ❤️+❤️

~ Hanny

The following opinion was published today on the godforsaken right-wing wasteland known as X:

I get it. For brain-dead zombies raised inside the conformity Matrix, these kinds of opinions are common. Wouldn’t it be nice if all straight Men just remained blind in their cages?

So I quoted this above and replied with this defense:

Let me take this one.

Lots of straight Men and Alphas have sex with males (mostly sub males) because of the POWER and the EASY, UNINHIBITED NATURE OF BREEDING A MALE.

The governing principle at work here is a fundamental and instinctual structure within society known as HIERARCHY.

Everyone on Earth subconsciously obeys hierarchy and plays the role for which they were born.

Straight Alphas like Malik Delgaty are hierarchically above and beyond society’s “rules” for “proper” behavior for straight Men. Those rules might govern inferior males, but straight Alphas do not conform, they lead.

A straight Alpha can use sub males (known as fggots) or he can own them as personal slaves.

And before anyone objects, keep in mind that this hierarchical paradigm has been in effect since the beginning of human society, and has blatantly governed massive civilizations like Ancient Greece and Rome.

This is the way it has always been, and the way it will always be.

HierarchyIsTruth

Digest those words. Turn them in your mind. There is no question that what I speak and teach is the ultimate truth.

It’s undeniable.

Straight Alphas have no reason to take only a portion of the great bounty laid before them.

They deserve ALL the treasure,

They deserve ALL the service,

They deserve ALL the worship,

They deserve the ENTIRE WORLD.

Hierarchical truth will never be stopped, restrained, labeled, or twisted!

I lost three (of five) X accounts today. I’ve seen a lot of accounts going down or being diminished across the platform, some of whom are vital voices in both our hierarchical movement as well as free speech.

This is what happens when dark forces try to restrict freedom. You can tell this latest purge is the result of dark forces because the truly evil accounts on the X platform remain unscathed.

Yes, racist accounts and Nazi accounts and world-threatening right-wing accounts are all still standing proud. That’s because the owner of X is an autistic, racist South African racist named Elon Musk. Everything he does is a con. He bought Twitter simply to have total control over the social media narrative ahead of the 2024 election, and he used his new power to suppress Democratic voices in favor of Trump. Needless to say, Elon is not favorable to LGBTQ voices, either, especially given that his child came out as trans.

I’ve been through these puritanical purges before. This site survived the sudden Tumblr bloodbath of December 2018, but only due to a quick escape I engineered at the closing bell.

I’ve had several people ask me if I’m sad about losing yet another round against the powers that be. I feel numb to it. I’ve been cancelled more times than I can even recall, and every time I’ve gotten back up off the canvas. I might be a faggot, but I’ve been resilient.

But I don’t know if I’m up for the fight again. It took me a little over a year to rebuild the last account (despite a shadow ban) to 38K followers after losing an account I’d built to 93K followers. It’s exhausting.

We shall see where I go from here. But, for now, I’ll be posting on @goatalphas and/or @sub_bnb.

Thank you all for your support!

Love Always,

sam the faggot

Yesterday I found myself in an unexpectedly-wonderful DM conversation with an intelligent young King named “Master V” (@damnbros51), a college Alpha who owns his faggot cousin. During this conversation the subject of faggot foot worship came up, and Master V told me he wanted my to write an essay about my own deep love and need to worship the feet of our greatest Men.

This is like a dog owner asking a Labrador retriever if it wants to jump in a lake.

I should’ve known I was a faggot from the age of 10 when I had a crush on an adorable playground leader named George Collins. I remember being fascinated by George’s big feet in his Buster Brown’s. I had vague yearnings to want to touch them, but playtime with him was distracting enough to prevent any such experimentation.

Then in freshman year of high school there was this sexy pre-Alpha named Bob that I crushed on for a couple of years. To be honest, I was more fascinated by Bob’s divine ass and bulge perfectly defined by the gray corduroy jeans than Bob’s feet, but I had this odd desire to kiss his feet in the hallway while he was joking with other football players.

Then came Roger.

I met Roger when I got a job at a shitty Italian restaurant. Roger was my age, but from another high school. It took about 2.3 seconds after I met Roger to completely fall in love with him; he was the most stunning Alpha I’d ever met. A golden tan blessed his slender, muscular frame and delectable six-pack abs. Roger had a face that was a combination of Richard Gere and Morten Harket of the band a-ha. Then Roger spoke to me, and his confidence and brash sexuality completely submitted me.

Roger saw my submissiveness instantly. We became close friends immediately, and Roger definitely defined our days together. I spent a lot of time hanging out alone with Roger at his single mother’s house, where our opposing roles came into sharp relief.

His eventual claiming of me started with his feet. Roger didn’t have huge feet, but they were beautiful to me anyway. They were the feet of an athlete, “muscular” in a way that average feet are not (if you understand what I mean). I naturally took a place at his feet when we were together, and it clearly made a subconscious impression on him. He would put his feet on my face and rub them into my nose, which I loved. He would clip his toenails, and when he wasn’t looking I would steal some of the clippings and eat them. Occasionally Roger would spray a deodorant on his feet, claiming he didn’t want his feet to stink. To that, I replied that his feet never stunk and I would grab his shoes and take a deep huff. Whenever I did that, he would give me a disgusted look and mutter, “nasty faggot!”

That was the first time an Alpha specifically called me a “faggot”, and the cold electric shock of that word was intoxicating.

After Roger became my first Owner when he forced me to become his cocksucker, I would sometimes follow my instinct and kiss his feet to induce him to feed me his cock. It was then that I discovered the link between foot worship and Alpha dominance/aggression. I took lessons in pedicure techniques and foot massage to learn how to improve, because I knew foot worship was a link that I would continue to exploit throughout my fag career.

Two of my greatest straight Masters helped me to perfect my foot worshiping technique. First was Master Aaron. He was probably the most perfect physical specimen I’d ever seen; absolutely jacked, tanned body, with the world’s greatest ass (my apologies to Chris Evans) and thighs/calves as thick and sturdy as tree trunks. Master Aaron, also had a huge heart, and I think he decided to own me in part because he saw me as a lost, wild faggot who needed an Alpha’s guidance.

I spoiled Master Aaron constantly. One of his favorite things was ordering me to draw him a nice hot bath where he would soak in scented oil water while I served him drinks. After his bath, I would specifically soak his feet and then give him a full pedicure while he relaxed on the couch. After the pedicures, I would deeply massage his muscular feet with oil and moisturizers, tenderly kissing them and praising his perfection.

As you might imagine, those sessions always ended up with me swallowing his loads.

A few years later I was owned my Master Chris. He was another physically-perfect Alpha with HUGE hands and HUGE feet to match his HUGE dick. Master Chris looked a lot like a young Jake Gyllenhaal (this was often remarked upon by his female admirers … and me), with the same square jaw and big, expressive eyes.

I fell hard for Master Chris. I consider the times I spent worshiping his feet to be among the most memorable of my life. Master Chris loved my adoration of his hands and feet, and I spent long sessions just kissing them and smelling them. When he said “good faggot” to me during these times, I felt more complete than at any time up to that point.

How can I even begin to describe the wonders of Master Chris’s feet? They were size 13, and wide. They had long toes, but not long in a creepy way like some. Master Chris could easily pick things up with them, and he gave more more than a few bruises by pinching me with them. I imprinted on his feet completely, from the sweet smell to every powerfully-constructed curve. One time Master Chris told me to try and trim his nails with my teeth, but they were too tough to bite through (I didn’t want to ruin them, either). I can still feel the weight of them between my hands! Even after so many years, I know every detail on his incredible feet!

So what is it about Alpha feet that motivates faggots to worship them so intensely?

The primary motivator for faggots is the humiliation factor. Fags live off of humiliation. It induces subspace in us, and that subspace feels like a warm, cozy blanket. Women probably know the feeling, although they’re generally not in-touch with the concept of subspace. But we faggots definitely do!

So it’s only natural that faggots are drawn to foot worship. For whatever reason, feet are considered disgusting. That’s primarily why kissing feet is considered an ultimate act of submission. Foot kissing is a universally-recognized act of honor, respect, and submission in the presence of royalty, for example. Teen Alphas often make faggots and other inferior males kiss their feet without knowing anything about hierarchy (see: Master Lucas).

For me, it goes beyond the feeling of subspace, though. When offering obeisance to an Alpha through foot worship, I feel almost forgiven. In fact, I approach this extraordinary privilege of touching an Alpha’s feet and worshiping them the way a penitent person approaches a superior for forgiveness.

It is such an honor to be allowed to touch an Alpha’s feett, let alone kiss and massage them! After all, those feet are powerful enough to carry the weight of an extraordinary Man. Beneath those feet are the remains of the lands he’s conquered and the enemies he’s vanquished. They are the foundation of his rulership! Faggots should be grateful to kiss the dirt upon which those feet have trod, let alone worship them directly!

As a faggot who has spent most of my fag career worshiping Alpha feet, I can say that few acts more fully define the Alpha/fag dynamic. It’s largely a non-sexual act in and of itself, yet it stirs great passion in most Alphas. It gives Alphas power, and reaffirms their rightful place above all other males.

So what I’m saying, in essence, is that worshiping an Alpha’s feet is a holy sacrament, a godly duty. I take it very seriously, and in order to get the most out of our commission as faggots, I recommend that all faggots approach that privilege the same way!

Professional porn annoys me, as I’ve mentioned many times. But sometimes there’s a clip I just like, and they’re usually something over-the-top with dominance.

I really like this Alpha’s body, and he’s very aggressive here. Yeah, the bar set looks like it was filmed in a basement, but for me its’ all about the heat between performers.

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hey sam!

i had a question about friendship, i saw one time that you said you have straight Male friends who know that youre a faggot, and i’m curious how They feel about it. Is it a topic you talk about with Them, does it go unspoken? And do you have any advice on how a faggot can find straight friends?

Thank you for the great question!

Anybody who has listened to the Hierarchy Podcast and heard me speak knows how I am about being a faggot. I’m neither shy nor ashamed of the fact that I’m a faggot. In fact, I’m proud of it. Because of my faghood, I understand the true meaning of Alphahood and have the undeniable privilege of serving our greatest of Men!

Virtually all of my straight friends know of my faggot status. Most of them find it amusing (they especially love the fact that they can use the word “faggot” around me because they love the word and think it’s hilarious (I agree!). Some of them have asked me pointed questions about why I consider myself to be a faggot, which of course leads into a reasoned discussion of hierarchy. After that, they seem to understand and accept what I am.

I realize I’m the exception, though. I’m a pretty fearless communicator and I have a sharp-enough wit to handle myself. I understand that most people can’t go that far with it.

But I look at it this way: my pride and fearlessness has put me into a mentor faggot role, and I’m leading a movement to strengthen my fellow faggots. I want to be strong for my brothers and help them become strong, too!

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A gay kid named Austin posted this story about his first gay crush in fourth grade.

I had a very similar experience with a boy named George Collins in fifth grade. George was an adorable kid with a tangled mop of dark hair, big, round brown eyes, and a winning smile. He was double-jointed, and he used to disgust kids on the playground by being able to lock his hands and swing his arms from the front of his body, over his head to his back in one unbroken motion.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

I followed him everywhere. We were both athletic (I was the second or third fastest kid at my elementary school), so we always played together. Interestingly, I don’t recall a single conversation we ever had, but I have vivid memories of watching his feet kicking the tiny pebbles on the playground.

After sixth grade George disappeared. I have no idea whatever happened to him, even though I think about him occasionally even today.

So don’t tell me homosexuality is a choice. Right or wrong, we were born this way.

Hi sam,

During your lifetime of service, how much variance have you encountered in alpha scent? I’ve only served 2 straight alphas, and the first had a scent that was like heroin. It was a rich, deep fragrance that punched you in the face. My current alpha smells incredible, but it’s a much cleaner, lighter fragrance. It’s like something that runs in the background and slowly pulls you in and gets you drunk.

Are these differences normal? Are they just random biological quirks, or have you found that certain scents correlate with certain personality traits or levels in hierarchy? Tell me everything.

Thank you so much for this question!

Alpha scents is one of my very favorite topics, and it’s something I’ve delved into deeply and with much gusto. The reason why I’m so fascinated by Alpha pheromones is because I’ve been hypnotized by them most of my life!

There are certainly some variables affecting Alpha pheromones. Health, age, and diet are three obvious ones. But all things being equal, every Alpha has a unique pheromone “signature” that is a natural aphrodisiac to submissives (who have the receptors for those pheromones) like female and faggots. Science seems remarkably confused and splintered over the importance of Alpha pheromones, yet in my studies I’ve found plenty of information strongly indicating that these pheromones have tremendous power over these subs.

Just like you, I noticed very distinct differences between the Alphas I’ve served. For instance, black Alphas have an earthier, bitter (in a good way) scent. The Masters who owned me each had their own distinct scents; Master Aaron’s was the sweetest, a clean, almost fruity smell, while Master Chris had a sweet scent, but sharper and piercing. Master Steve (who was a bit older) was gym-like, but warm like good cigar smoke.

Each and every one imprinted on me. When I smell pheromones in a group of Men, I’m constantly flashing back to my former Owners. It’s almost tormenting. These Alphas are gone from my life, yet they still own me in a sadly hollow way.

But I wouldn’t change a thing, except one: to sniff their armpits just one more time!

Thanks for indulging me these memories!

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