I heard from a well-known cashmaster yesterday. He’s stepping away from findom because he’s being harassed and stalked by faggots in the scene, and it’s beginning to intrude on his personal life and business ventures.

This straight Alpha (who will never be named by me, so don’t bother asking) is one of the greatest Kings of the findom scene, a genuinely superior Man that any faggot would dream to serve forever. Before findom, he knew nothing about the ownership of faggots … but he learned quickly, and used his meticulous intelligence and heartfelt intuition to connect with faggots of all types while simultaneously showing his brothers a better way to lead. In a scene as potentially wretched as findom, he was it’s clearest and brightest light.

And some ignorant, selfish “faggots” out there have shut him down.

I’m profoundly disgusted by these so-called faggots. They know nothing about the depth of knowledge and peace that comes from faithfully and willingly sacrificing oneself in service to a superior Man. They play games in findom, accomplishing nothing of value, just masturbatory fantasies, division, and chaos.

I’ve long disagreed with findom Alphas (or any Alpha) who say faggots are worthless. In reality, true faggots are not worthless; in fact, they can be very valuable possessions of an Alpha’s Kingdom.

But these selfish, game-playing faggots ARE worthless. They have less use than the leaves and sticks gathered from the ground in the fall and used as kindling for bonfires.

This is truly another dark moment for a scene I’ve only ever half-endorsed anyway. All of the faggot pussies out there playing games with Alphas – or worse, actively trying to destroy their lives – should be truly ashamed of themselves. Of course, they’re too fucking stupid (or doped up) to understand.

These ones actually make me wish poppers were poisonous.

I was born in 1978, so my entire conscious life as a homosexual and a faggot has been lived under the spectre of HIV and AIDS. It’s hard to explain to younger people what that has been like. Yes, technically they have had to deal with that as well, but to them HIV is a chronic and manageable illness thanks to the incredible medicines introduced in 1996.

But it was an absolute death sentence before 1996.

Back then, death came at diagnosis. The ostracism of terrified healthy people with their hatred and judgements made life almost unlivable before the disease actually took them. Then came the wave of opportunistic diseases as their immune systems collapsed, frightening and sometimes disfiguring conditions with terrifying names like toxoplasmosis, Kaposi’s sarcoma, Back then, death came at diagnosis; the ostracism of terrified healthy people with their hatred and judgements made life almost unlivable before the disease actually took them. Then came the wave of opportunistic diseases as their immune systems collapsed, frightening and sometimes disfiguring conditions with terrifying names like toxoplasmosis, Kaposi’s sarcoma, candidiasis, or Pneumocystis pneumonia that would ravage their bodies without relief.

The death of my gay friend Stephen in 1995 from AIDS spurred me to learn much more about the disease than any other HIV- person I knew. For a time I was actively part of a group of famous people known as “AIDS dissidents” who questioned the idea that HIV directly caused AIDS. Of course, my propensity for research-based conclusions eventually led me to fight with these people; In the late nineties I had a vicious back-and-forth with famed writer Celia Farber and her intractable views that science and evidence continually disproved until she finally cut me off. Yeah, I’ve always been a firebrand.

The shadow of HIV/AIDS is a long, cold one that has suffocated at least one entire generation – mine. Yet from that shadow rise voices and examples of those who went to their death struggling to cobble together some amount of dignity as their bodies failed. They wink at us like fireflies in the descending dusk. I thought about them when I was fighting for my life through cancer in 2018, and again though a blood infection of staph in 2020.

Why am I still here, and they are gone?

I feel like a soldier that took the beach in Normandy, only to look around at my friends all blown to pieces or missing limbs and strewn across the bloody sand like refuse. There is gratitude, of course, but also a vacuous void inside me. It’s a hollow victory.

I recently watched a documentary on Pedro Zamora, the beautiful gay boy featured on Season 3 of MTV’s revolutionary “reality” series The Real World in 1994. This particular season was as real as it gets, because Pedro was HIV+ and proudly advocating for knowledge and understanding. I watched that season, and Pedro made an impact on me. To see that bright, adorable young man so bravely stand up for himself during the show, only to fall terribly ill and die a few months later, was impossible to ignore. The memory of that last picture of him, crippled and nearly comatose just a day before his death, still haunts me.

And that’s the perfect word: haunted. My generation of gays is haunted by all of the hollow eyes and piercing cries of those lost to this discriminatory plague. And no matter how long I live here, I will never not hear them or see them.

Which is why I dearly love what Madonna did on her most recent tour. She took her classic “Live To Tell” and used it as a way to pay homage to all of the artists who died of AIDS around her over the course of her long career. The song was not originally about AIDS deaths, but it becomes the only anthem for people like me and Madonna and any others who survived the horror of it all.

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 fall in love with some of the fag brothers who write to me a lot and share their feelings with me. In the past there were cute little fags like Guillaume or Titouan, or all of the seven fags owned by the straight Alphas in Toronto. These days adorable faggots like baby bunny Jimmy or Fabien have my heart.

And then there’s little Giovanni, primary faggot of Master Lorenzo. He’s special to me because I have been there every step of the way with him as he was acquired by Master Lorenzo, and Gio has shared every fear and every triumph along his path of fulfillment in endless emails. Most importantly, I know how much Gio pleases our mutual Master Lorenzo, and that fills me with great pride and joy.

Several months ago Master Lorenzo ordered everyone in his realm to cease all communication with me (and everyone else), a move that crushed and confused me. Making it worse was the fact that I wasn’t given very clear reasons why, so it felt like I was being punished. Now, I’m an experienced faggot who knows that sometimes Alphas make decisions we don’t understand, but our job is to obey and accept their direction … so that’s what I did when Master Lorenzo ordered a blackout. I accepted it and moved on.

Even after Master Lorenzo returned to me months later, I didn’t ask for reasons like a jilted lover. I’m his faggot; I was sure he had his reasons.

But now Master Lorenzo ordered Giovanni to write to me and explain what happened.

Helloooo brother Sam!! this is Giovanni from Brazil <3 <3

omg Sam, so much things happened… I really want to talk to you. I need to tell you something wrong that I did, I think you will be angry with me. I was talking with other men in the twitter, and this is why everything changed. You know when my papi and Master Lorenzo told you that we would disappear for some time? It was right after he found out about my twitter. I will explain to you: I was just curious using twitter and one day I sent a picture of me wearing lingerie to another man, without showing my face. I thought it was okay and Lorenzo would not be upset, so I continued to do this. This guy sent my picture to other guys, then when I saw there was soooo many guys asking my videos and pictures. One day one of them wanted me to send him money to do findom, so I told everything to Lorenzo and he was sooooo disappointed with me, so he told me that everybody from the family (I, Rafael, Bruno, Juan, and Jose) would quit social media and we would be together as a family without Internet. Lorenzo said that he didn’t want to tell you this part of the story because you would be upset with me, but I want to be honest. Sam, I thought before that Lorenzo would punish me just spanking my ass and then fucking me really hard, but no! He stopped fucking me for 2 weeks and put me grounded without Internet for 6 months!!! I could only use whatsapp to talk with my friends and my family, but no social media without his supervision. Yesterday it was 5 months of my punishment, but Lorenzo told me that I have been a really good boy for him, so he gave me permission to talk to you, but on the website, he wants me to share my questions and stories with you, but on the site now, not in the private email <3 <3 This is why we changed, it’s all my fault, and I hope you won’t be angry with me, Sam. But I love you soooo much, brother <3 And I miss you, Lorenzo forgived me for what I did and I hope you will forgive me too because I really love you <3

Another thing brother: I’m sooo excited with Jose coming here to Master’s house. He will be 1 week with us and I think it will be soooo hot to see my Master fucking him, omg!! And I am sure he will want to fuck me to, so I’m getting ready

I love you Sam <3 Now the things will be back to normal. I think Lorenzo was too hard on this punishment to me without social media, but I understand that I was wrong, and now he is okay again, he even said that he love me

(I am loving so much the nursing school!!! I will be a really committed and sexy nurse one day)

Just from reading that you can tell that Giovanni is just the craziest, silliest, cutest little faggot in the world, right?

There’s no way in the world I would be angry or disappointed in my brother Gio. I mean, I wish he would keep focused on the God Alpha he serves rather than lust after every Alpha he sees, but Gio’s young. When I was Gio’s age I was doing far worse!

And Master Lorenzo is a generous owner, allowing his Alpha brothers to fuck Gio as well in order to give Gio other dicks to service. Eager, hungry faggots like Gio (or Jimmy, or Fabien, or most faggots) need to be fed and bred, but they must also be cultivated, nurtured, and pruned through discipline.

I love that Master Lorenzo is putting Gio through nursing school. What a terrific vocation for a faggot (Chin, the faggot of Master Jin, is also a nurse), because it utilizes and enhances a faggot’s caring, service-oriented mindset. I’m incredibly proud of Gio for this!

But most of all, I just want to say that I’m not mad at my brother at all.

And I love you, little Gio. Thank you for being my friend, my brother, and my inspiration.

Love Always,

sam the faggot

As a gay male who’s old enough to remember some of the darkness of the AIDS crisis in the ‘80s and the few heroes who fought it, I’m ashamed I’ve never heard the following story. Ruth Coker Burks should be heralded for her unselfish compassion and love in the face of horrible odds and even worse hatred and homophobia.

Ruth Coker Burks was just in her twenties when she found herself sitting at the bedside of a dying man with AIDS in a Little Rock hospital in the early 1980s, holding his hand because his family wouldn’t come. At a time when fear and ignorance about AIDS were rampant, when people thought you could catch it from a touch, she became the person who stayed. She wasn’t a nurse, or a doctor, or an activist with a microphone—she was just there, over and over again, when young men, often gay men estranged from their families, needed someone to look them in the eye as they died.

She used her family’s cemetery in Hot Springs, Arkansas, to bury over forty men with AIDS when funeral homes refused to handle the bodies and families wouldn’t claim them. She would often wrap the bodies herself, dig the graves with a friend or on her own, and offer a prayer. She marked their graves with simple bricks or PVC pipe crosses, making sure they had a place to rest that was tended, a place where someone remembered their names.

It wasn’t glamorous. She fought with funeral homes, doctors, and local politicians. She used her savings to buy medicine and groceries for men who had no one left to call, sitting with them while they took their last breaths. She navigated the fear that even medical staff felt around these men, sometimes having to bring them food herself in the hospital. She became family to men whose own parents would call her and demand she “let them die” alone. Instead, she stayed, holding their hands, reminding them they were not alone, that they were loved, even if it was by a stranger.

In a time when gay men were dying alone and being buried in garbage bags or cremated without ceremony, Ruth Coker Burks made sure they had a grave and a name. She became a mother figure, a sister, and a final comfort for so many men abandoned at the end, creating an island of dignity in a sea of fear and rejection. She offered what the world so often withheld from gay men during the AIDS crisis: care, respect, and the simple, holy act of being seen.

Ruth Coker Burks wrote a book titled “All The Young Men” about her experiences with these dying victims. It will be on my reading list.

Thanks to The AIDS Quilt page on Facebook for publishing this!

Destroyer Alpha types discover bullying at a young age (like most Alphas do), but without proper role models these ones become consumed by hate and bullying becomes their only means of navigating the adult world.

I know lots of faggots fetishize bullies. They crave their abuse. But ultimately bullies must be rejected. Because as Trump and his cast of ghoulish bullies are now proving, bullies only leave misery and destruction in their wake.

hi sam,

i’ve followed your podcast for a few years now. it took me about that long to recognize how earnestly you were sharing the truth. really, it took meeting my Master, the first true and developed Alpha in my life, to understand how real and sacred Hierarchy is.

i recognize you have your own life, probably busy with the content you create and the Alphas you serve. however, if you’re interested in chatting with and perhaps mentoring a fellow faggot brother who is deeply committed to the same path as you, id love to connect. if not, best wishes and thanks for being brave enough to stand up and broadcast this unpopular truth to the world.

-stefan

Thanks for the question, brother! 

Of course we can talk! I have a million ways to get in touch with me all listed on the links page of this site. Pick one and reach out! 

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

The following is part of a thread following the development of a straight Alpha named Cal after he discovered Hierarchical Truth on this site and with the help of Master Chad and God Dino! CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

In the wild history of this site, there’s never been anything like the rise of Master Cal. He reached out to me as an everyday straight Alpha trapped in a loveless marriage after reading what I was writing about Hierarchy. After mentoring him a little bit, I put him in touch with Master Chad, son of God Alpha Dino. Master Cal immediately made a beeline for their family mansion in the mountains, and discovered the wonders of faggot worship for the very first time. His eyes were opened, and he never went back to his past life.

That was four years ago. In that time Master Cal has ascended to heights rivaled only by his Alpha brothers there at The Mansion. He has spent his days and nights fucking and breeding pussy both female and faggot, rabble-rousing with fellow hellion Master Chad, and embracing the ultimate life promised to all God Alphas by the majestic mechanisms of Hierarchy.

Needless to say that His exposure to his Alpha brothers Masters Chad and Dean had a powerful effect, but it was the life-changing intensity and vision of God Dino and his fag-wife Jamie that really trained Master Cal and sculpted him into the reality-bending powerhouse he is today.

All of that happened because a silly faggot with training and experience decided to dedicate itself to teaching others the truth on a website it made (that’s me, BTW)! Crazy!

Master Cal gave me a updates over several days. Some of it I cannot share here, but here’s what I can:

Interesting that, at least to My ass, you’re still a “boy”. Fags are girls to Us Guys but you rank a little higher with Me. Maybe because you were the first hole to aid in My ascension. I don’t know but I do know you’ll always be My fag boy and if the opportunity ever comes, I’ll fuck you bloody in appreciation. Sounds good, doesn’t fag boy? lmao 

It’s all good here. Word was you were doing a podcast concerning Me but what got put up last wasn’t it. Still going to do it fag boy? I got My ego puffed like a cock by a porn fluffer then got fucking disappointment instead.

I guess Chad and Pop will be back soon. We sure have kept the rainbow busy. Dean’s got to let them rest a day or two before They are back so the fags can be prepared for the onslaught of rutting. Us Guys have really given the whores a workout! I don’t believe My cock has been this sore since My first days here. Goddamn little bunny! she is on fire for Tank and everyone else not sleeping or cumming in something else. I tell you fag boy, that little giggling slut will yell when You mount her like You’ve killed her but then she’ll wrap her little legs behind her head. That slams her pussy down on Your cock making everything super fucking tight. A Dude can barely get a good thrust going before she’s cumming like a cunt and milking His cock and in total ecstasy. Some Alphas don’t but I like seeing the effect My Power has on a lesser thing. It’s hot as fuck and leaves Me energized and more than ready to rape any goddamned hole I choose.

I’m gone fag boy. It’s lunch time. Since it’s Saturday and Pop is gone, Dean allows the rainbow to forego cooking lunch. Instead, Us Guys choose from a laid out array of meats, cheeses, and various breads and condiments. Damn boy, until I came here I didn’t even know what Camembert was, or Foie Gras or mountain oysters but now I have them anytime I want. Hell, fucking food is fed to Me if I want. I deserve nothing less than total satisfaction in My life and, by God, that’s exactly what I’m going to have. My Big Brother showed Me what a Man’s whole fucking existence is and I gratefully adapted to the facts. The most negative things in My present life are sometimes i got aching, empty junk and the occasional fag mishap. It’s easy to overuse such willing, anxious faggots when they fucking beg Us to fuck them senseless. 

 Goddamn. Speaking of begging, here’s whitey (whitefaggot) and bunny (Jimmy). Dean must be sleeping and I know these two whores have sucked off J.B. and one of His guards cause I saw them outside of a guardshack. Fucking little sluts. Well, guess I’ll bust another nut while I eat My duck sausage roll and potato salad. No rest for a Deity, I guess. lol Later, fag boy.

It’s insane to see how far Master Cal has come from those tentative early days when I first met him! Back then, the world’s conditioning repressed his Alphahood almost completely. Now, after rinsing in the clear hierarchical waters of God Dino’s Alpha Paradise, Master Cal speaks with an electric urgency that reminds me a lot of Master Chad!

Speaking of which, Master Cal also REPRODUCES like Master Chad. Until recently, I had no idea Master Chad had impregnated one of the many local women he fucks. Well, a few days ago that woman gave birth to Master Cal’s first children – TWIN SONS! God Dino arranged for his lawyers to swoop in immediately and get complete legal custody for Master Cal to bring them back to The Mansion!

As you might expect, Master Cal was beaming!

You’re Goddamn right, hole! I got 2 Sons! I’m so potent I busted twins in the bitch! I’m so pleased right now that after I finish taking in Their cuteness I’m going make My faggot a very happy cum hole. 

I’m going to keep this short, fag boy but I want to show you how much I appreciate your help bringing Me to My Family. Pop said He wanted to adopt Me and give Me His name! Fuck! I’m a Goddamn D******** now! Fuck faggot! You got a clue how hard that made My sorry ass? I signed those papers quick, faggot. Chad laughed and said i signed them like there were about to disappear out of My hands. Smartass mutherfucker. Lol My terry and whitey look so sweet feeding the Boys. Goddamn I’m a Powerhouse of a Man!

Fuck, I’m pumped!! But here’s My gift to you fagboy, since I can’t fuck you bloody. My Sons names, in order by birth:

Calvin Dean D******* 

                and

Chadwick Samuel D*******  

I already know Their tags though, C.D. and Cas. Going to change the Little Kings and put em down. Then I’m going to rape and breed every Goddamned hole I find. I feel like I could fuck the world, bitch! I just might do it. I’ll get back soon fag boy. I hope you know the blessing I just gave you, you sweet little cum dump. I told you I owed you something. Now you got it. I’m telling you one fucking day I’m going to come and fuck your dirty faggot ass like you’ve always dreamed a real Man would do. Huh. Filthy fag boy.

Master and Father,

Calvin Franklin D******* 

Did you catch that? Master Cal’s second son carries the middle name “Samuel” in honor of ME!

When I saw that, I could’ve fallen over in shock. Instead, I got all weepy like I tend to do. I cannot even describe what it feels like to be honored like that by a straight God Alpha like Master Cal! I deserve nothing at all, but this great and powerful Alpha deigned to look down upon me and bequeath such a precious gift to me. I’m humbled beyond words, and I’ll be forever grateful for it! Thank you, Master!

This, my brothers, is why we serve these incredible Alphas! They deserve everything we have to give

Eight years ago singer/songwriter/actor Troye Sivan released an audacious trilogy of music videos from his groundbreaking Blue Neighborhood album. The three-song cycle is comprised of Troye’s songs “Wild”, “Fools”, and “Talk Me Down”, and it follows two young boys who grow into adolescence and fall in love with each other, only to be violently torn apart by one of the fathers.

It’s a story that plays out all the time around the world, and it’s heartbreaking every single time it happens.

The sad resignation of “Talk Me Down” has always stuck with me; it’s one of my favorite songs from Troye. The final shot is hauntingly memorable and open to interpretation. There are no easy answers here, and the cycle gives the viewer impressions of feelings rather than heavy-handed story. But the cumulative weight of those feelings … it’s overwhelming.

I wanted to share this because there isn’t enough art being made that really plumbs the depths of what it means to be gay and desiring of unattainable hopes.

I guess I’m just in a mood to share something from the heart tonight.

The following post is part of a thread following the continuing service of a faggot named James who has been serving a young straight Alpha for TEN YEARS. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The title to this post is a pretty well-known saying among Alphas. I know, because I’ve heard them say it plenty of times. And while it’s clearly meant to be a joke, there is an underlying belief that I feel Alphas accept about “consent” versus “consent in the moment”, which are two wildly different concepts.

I can tell you that Alphas in the moment take any hesitation in resistance to mean consent. In other words, if the faggot or female doesn’t fight back vigorously and emphatically when being taken by an Alpha, the Alpha considers that to be half-hearted and essentially just a suggestion of resistance. Like a playful game, let’s say.

My faggot brother James (who is still serving his straight Master after ten years!) had a thought about this issue, which he sent to me through my Questions From Readers inbox. Here’s what he had to say:

Although quite rare, I have read and even personally heard a faggot’s account of what they consider being raped by an Alpha after submitting to his control… The most common instance of this would be forceful anal penetration after discussing only oral service beforehand… It seems that these faggots consider themselves on a par with a woman, reserving the right to curtail the man’s sexual release at any time prior to culmination.

Although I have been one straight Alpha’s personal faggot for 10 years to date, just prior to this I experience the same situation on two separate occasions with two different Alpha males. In each case, I had previously consented to meet for the purpose of providing oral service to completion and swallowing the load. In both situations the Alpha made the decision that oral service would not be sufficient to fulfill his masculine needs. So, prior to arriving at climax, these Alphas provided me with anal sex as an option. I had not prepared or allotted time for this so I declined. This answer was not acceptable and I was physically forced into assuming the position and being fucked until his satisfaction had been achieved. Although a certain amount of force was used to bring me into compliance, I recall that my resistance was halfhearted at best. Something inside of me seemed to urge compliance. I would outwardly exhibit resistance, but total submission would be the end result.

Once penetrated, my ultimate purpose as a faggot was realized and the Alpha’s satisfaction was achieved. I never felt that I had been raped or anything akin to it. After all, these men had identified me as a faggot beforehand and that meant they would have a certain mindset as to my purpose.

I knew they had only acted as nature intended… And my final compliance was true to nature as well.

Here James draws a distinction between a female and a faggot in terms of “rights”, and I agree with that. Women are meant to be complements of a Man, not a slave (like faggots are). That’s not to say that Alphas don’t roll through the stop signs women put up, but the dynamic is definitely different. As far as Alphas are concerned, there are no stop signs with a faggot, given that a faggot’s entire existence is to serve and service Alpha needs. So right off the bat, we can see that an Alpha’s perspective going into a meet-up with a faggot is radically different than that of their approach to females.

So given an Alpha’s original perspective on a faggot – that it exists to be used – once an Alpha is in the act of using a faggot and it starts to “fight back”, it’s only natural that the Alpha would force the faggot to take his dick and load (or give up money, or whatever else an Alpha is using a faggot for).

But the real meat of what James says involves the end result within the faggot when it is forcibly entered against its will and bred (or, in the vernacular of some, raped). As he correctly points out, the faggot learns its place in a more meaningful way. It becomes more submissive, more obedient, and more grateful for a deeper understanding of Hierarchy.

That is certainly what happened to me in my rape (I do call it a rape because I was actually fighting back and had a knife put to my throat). Even in a more violent scenario like mine, once the bleeding stopped and I could process what happened I definitely understood Alpha rage and authority from a much deeper perspective. And, in a weird way, I developed gratitude for my rapist for teaching me a fundamental lesson about Hierarchical truth.

That’s sick to some. But those faggots out there who have been forcibly taken and used by aggressive Alphas know of the truths about which I speak. I guarantee that my brother James knows.

Ultimately, faggots are “the willing”. We are born with a willingness to be used by Alphas, to serve them even in their darkest moments. We NEED to be used this way.

So it isn’t rape … not really. Our faggot hearts were willing to be taken long before we ever protested, and before they ever even penetrated us.

Alphas teach us this every time they hold us down and force us to learn that lesson.

Hi Sam…brother faggot here and I am so glad you are back and running another site again. I started following FWA right as you had to put it on hold. I devoured all of its content. I really appreciate what you are trying to do for our community. So many faggots live their lives in denial, guilt, and fear instead of letting go and understanding that a life devoted to the service of real Men can be a truly happy life! I do my part in running a site on BDSMLR (https://cockandcumdevotion.bdsmlr.com/). I’ve started going through all of your podcasts. Some I remember from FWA (and I always get a kick out of your theme song). Keep it up brother!

Thank you very much! I appreciate it!

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Straight God Alpha Master Dino and his fag-wife Jamie made themselves known to me in the summer of 2020. Little did I know that their incredible story – and the stories of Master Dino’s sons and the other countless Alphas and faggots that form their crazy Family – would transform the precursor to this site, Fags Worship Alphas.

Longtime readers know this legendary series of threads, but for the newbies, I can only warn you to STRAP IN. Master Dino’s Family will scramble your mind, upend your perception of life’s possibilities, and help you come to an understanding of the deeper truths of Hierarchy.

Restoring these threads has become more important to me now that my beloved friend and mentor, Jamie, has recently died of cancer. I resurrect this humongous story in honor of him and his unequaled Owner and husband, Master Dino.

You can access this thread by clicking the pic above, or CLICKING HERE!

It has been an undeserved privilege to carry and protect this integral tale of dominance, power, purpose, and even love. I do it with gratitude and humility and a hushed, solemn awe.

Always,

sam the faggot

America is currently in the throes of fascism. Donald Trump, his corrupted administration full of selfish FOX NEWS clowns, the greedy billionaires pulling levers of power, and the insanely racist Christian Nationalist thinktank Heritage Foundation, have all been in league together to completely dismantle not just the structure of the American government, but also the fabric of the country.

Terrifying things are happening. Even more terrifying things are coming. If you’re not white, straight, reasonably wealthy, and evangelical Christian, you’re no longer safe here.

I know it’s almost a cliché at this point, but it’s true: everything happening perfectly (and intentionally) mirrors the takeover of Germany by Adolf Hitler’s Nazi party in the 1930’s. This IS the plan.

As is often been the case in America, artists are rising up in opposition to the rise of evil. Trump has already tried to strike at the heart of this opposition by taking over The Kennedy Center, but he can’t stop them all from speaking.

If you voted for Trump (as many cashmasters and cash fags did), shame on you. You will learn too late that your sick fetish was nothing more than a poisonous bottle-gourd plant from which there is no escape, and I truly wish nothing but the worst for you.

But for the rest of us, this is a battle cry.

Legendary rocker and musical conscience Bruce Springsteen has joined his voice to that of Robert DeNiro recently to protest and call for a circling of the wagons. The time has come. War is coming.

Hi Sam!

I know you’ve briefly mentioned in some of your podcasts and elsewhere about your experience in prison, but I’ve always been curious to hear more depth to what your lived experience was like inside, especially being a faggot. I haven’t been able to find anything else where you talk about it. If you don’t mind me asking, could I ask how things were for you during that season of your life and how being a faggot either advantaged or potentially disadvantaged you? The following are some questions that usually pop into my head:

1) Did you have to stop wearing a chastity cage? If so, was that hard for you?
2) Did you jerk off at all?
3) Did you service many alpha men while inside? In what ways?
4) Was it common for you to give blowjobs to other guys or let other men breed you for their own release?

5) In your experience, are most men in prison sexually fluid? Straight? Gay? Bi-curious?

6) How did you let other men know you were a sub fag?

I hope you don’t mind me asking those questions. I’ve always wanted to ask them ever since I found out about your time in prison. I would absolutely love to listen to a future podcast about you talking about your experiences. I’d find that fascinating.

Thank you, Sam the fag!

Hi, brother! Thanks for the question! 

It’s funny that you mention this, because I’ve been meaning to flesh out more of my thoughts and experiences from prison/jail. I really just spoke about the experience in large brushstrokes on the podcast, and there’s really so much to say (some of it difficult) that it’s hard to really want to try. But maybe your questions could be a springboard to that.

1. Yes, I had to come out of my chastity cage before reporting to prison. I thought I’d be happy about that, but I was, in fact, quite depressed about it. I felt completely uncomfortable without it on. When I was finally released, one of the first things I did was hurry and find my cage and put it back on! 

2. I did not jerk off at all. 

3. I didn’t service many, just two (as I said in the podcast). I guess I could’ve tried to service more, but I was quite terrified for the longest time because guys move differently in those situations and can be quite dangerous. I was less concerned about getting dick than surviving. But regardless, dick found me and I ended up sucking off two straight Alphas a couple of times.

4. It wasn’t common for anybody in that situation and in minimum security (“prison camp”). Oddly enough, it’s much easier to get regular dick in higher security prisons.

5. They’re almost always straight or straight-presenting. Anyone who wasn’t was a faggot, and there were few of them other than me. My saving grace is my personality and my ability to ingratiate myself wherever I am. 

6. I’m an incorrigible and relentless flirt, always making suggestive comments to “test the waters”. But everybody pretty much knew from the jump that I was a faggot. One of the black Alphas in my “cube” starting calling me a faggot within the first 24 hours I was there (we ended up on fine terms, though). 

I hope I answered your questions well enough! This was kind of fun! 

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For the last ten years I’ve been standing defiantly on a hill with a big flag that says “FAGGOT” on it. And I’ve been cancelled harder than The Brady Bunch Variety Hour for that stance.

I’m not ever going to renounce the word “FAGGOT” or its power. It’s what I’ve identified as for the last THIRTY YEARS OF MY LIFE! Embracing the word as my truth was one of the most liberating moments of my adult life, and I’m not going to toss that aside because Tumblr shut me down for the 11th time (just last month) or Twitter/X suspends me for the 25th time (two weeks ago, shutting down my 90K @HierarchyPCast account).

Nothing will stop THE TRUTH.

The Truth is like water. It overcomes every barrier, either by slipping through the tiniest cracks or literally pushing over the tallest walls. Like water, Truth refreshes completely and naturally. And like a body of water, Truth provides meditative serenity.

I’ve worked with Master Aodhan (@MasterA_2022) on several X Spaces to help faggots take their first steps to publicly admitting that they are faggots. These were revolutionary spaces that changed the lives of the faggots who participated. During one session 88 faggots admitted their truth for the first time. Some openly wept. It was inspirational.

I love hearing from faggots who, like me, find their entire reality transformed by accepting this truth. Here is another example of this, from a faggot who came to accept himself after stumbling onto my content and then the podcast.

I recently came across your podcast on Spotify. I had been looking for content about the kink/gay lifestyle, and after a few misfires, I found Fags Worship Alphas.

Growing up in a small town in Canada, the term “fag” or “faggot” carried so much weight, turmoil, and fear. I was terrified of being found out, bullied for being gay. Living in a town full of churches—and an even larger number of rednecks—I was often targeted for not fitting in.

So hearing you calmly and confidently refer to yourself and others like you as fags and faggots… I have to admit, the first few times were jarring, to say the least. But as I learned about the basic outlines of hierarchy, I realized: we all have a space, we all have a role to fill, and it’s almost as if these roles were pre-chosen for us. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before I was singing along to the intro of the podcast and hearing the word without feeling fear.

The more I listened, the more I came to the realization that my true role in life is that of a faggot. I haven’t fully unpacked what this means yet, but I know, deep down, that I am one.

I’ve had three long-term relationships in my life, and I’ve always been drawn to men I felt were Alphas—knowing I enjoyed serving them. The last two didn’t turn out great. The first was what you would call a Destroyer Alpha—low-level and greedy. The second was a sheep in wolf’s clothing, just putting on an act. But the man I currently find myself with oozes sex, pride, courage, and strength. He is someone I would truly serve for life.

Relationship dynamics aside, even in my daily life I’ve always chosen to provide service to others—in work, in friendships, in everything. I’ve developed the ability to pick up on cues, to know who needs service and how I can please them.

Looking back, I think every sexual encounter I’ve had has involved me serving Alphas.

Now, just a few days in (about 30 episodes), I find myself understanding hierarchy as the truth we all live. The other day I looked at myself in the mirror, smiling, and said out loud, “James, you are a faggot. I AM A FAGGOT.”

Even as I write this, I know I want to live the life of the faggots you speak of. I want to serve my Alpha. I want to be put in chastity. I want to help my Alpha ascend to higher levels of Alpha-hood. I want to feel what it’s like to truly be cunted…

I want to embrace my truth.

It’s so invigorating to hear these stories. These experiences keep me on that hill, proudly and defiantly waving my FAGGOT flag.

You can cancel me momentarily, but the Truth lives forever!

Hierarchy 273 – A Birthday And Anniversary

I had a birthday yesterday, as well as my 30-year anniversary as a fåggot. Here are some thoughts!

SITE: https://hierarchypodcast.com/hierarchy-273-a-birthday-and anniversary/

SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/show/2TqhwaNl7kdcyZXK7YL5FV?si=1Trk3AbJTH6UWx1UVRYMrw

AMAZON: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/b09c451b-5400-481c-b69e-85463cf2e84c/the-hierarchy-podcast

APPLE: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-hierarchy-podcast/id1778739988

hey will u make a new twitter account really sad u got banned.

Yes, I’m pretty unhappy about being unjustly cancelled by the so-called “free speech” platform. I’m currently appealing it. Still, I have four other twitter accounts:

@hierarchy_uni

@subbnb

@goatalphas

@off_hierarchy

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I have been asked seemingly thousands of times to give advice on how to seduce a straight Alpha friend, co-worker, or stranger on the street. And I’ve helped countless brave faggots who followed my advice make huge breakthroughs, to the point that I’m low-key famous in this part of the internet for my success rate.

I know what I teach works because I’ve done it many times. My students have, too.

So I’m putting the finishing touches on my third groundbreaking book, “How To Seduce Straight Alphas”. It’s not going to be free advice anymore, and I’m no longer answering these questions for free. However, the first twenty faggots to purchase the book will get access to a private Telegram channel to ask specific questions of me.

This is a big one … the answers every faggot wants to have! GET READY!!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a British faggot named Benjamin who successfully used my “Letter To An Alpha” to submit to his straight Alpha friend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I was so thrilled to hear of my brother Benjamin’s bravery and intuition in submitting to his Alpha friend by courageously presenting my “Letter To An Alpha” method to him on their way to a cabin getaway. It turned out that Benjamin’s intuition about his friend was absolutely correct – he is definitely a straight Alpha – and this Alpha quickly took complete ownership of Benjamin.

I’ve been so privileged to carry Benjamin’s story here as a way to help inspire other faggots in similar circumstances. If you just try, you can end up finding fulfillment under the control of a straight Alpha just as Benjamin did!

Most recently Benjamin wrote into my Questions From Readers inbox to add some additional information about his Master’s use of Benjamin around his females (answered HERE). After my response, Benjamin asked his Master to read the thread about their story.

I often encourage faggots to show their Masters these things I write about them so that they (1) know what their faggot is doing behind their backs, and (2) help them understand their importance in the overall understanding of Hierarchy, and (3) that the Master may feel the glory of adoring readers who revel in these stories all around the world.

So Benjamin’s still-unnamed Master read the thread and then was moved to write to me! And while he sounds pleased overall, he had some corrections and reprimands for me.

He wrote:

Hello Fag. You have been speaking with my faggot (Benjamin) recently and he showed me your posts based on his questions. You give very good advice for faggots, but I have a few thoughts you should hear.

First you miss the mark slightly when talking about God Alphas like myself. I am still Benjis friend. He is the fag he always was. I have always been an Alpha. Now we just acknowledge it. I do still care about him. If anything my ownership of him is as much my way of protecting him from some of the assholes out there as it is about finally having someone serving my wants properly. I wouldn’t have taken on a fag if I didn’t know him and care about him.

Second is the claim that I am insanely confident for having my fag serve me in front of the girls. I don’t agree at all. As a God Alpha people who serve me must make my life better. Fag was doing that. The girls who I fuck do that. The girl who had a hissy fit and told Benji he was a victim was not so I booted the dumb bitch. If she had just eaten her food and blown me before leaving like the others I would have let her have my dick again.

Last, I am very annoyed that you did not tell Benji to report his bad behaviour when looking for my used condom. I understand why he wanted it and the fact that I never use condoms doesn’t matter. He should have told me. As the experienced fag you should have told him to tell me. Fags will learn good behaviours from each other and Benji has taken what you say to heart.

He is serving incredibly well and you are partly responsible so congratulations for that. But for all fags, always correct bad fags. It makes Alphas lives better. He has been suitably punished for that bad behaviour. 

Well, I guess that was a bad introduction! I felt bad for failing this Master! I will admit that it crossed my mind to say something about the condom, but I guess my own failings as a faggot led me to consider it pretty standard behavior for us. Also, since Benjamin didn’t find a condom full of Master’s seed, he didn’t actually do anything to defile it without his permission. So I left it alone.

But this does tell me that Benjamin’s Master is an exacting God Alpha! But I will humbly say to Benjamin’s Master: I’m sorry I failed you!

I was surprised to read that Master had owned and used many faggots prior to Benjamin, so that changes my understanding of what initially happened between them. If I had to guess, Master chose not to enslave Benjamin earlier because he genuinely cared for Benjamin and didn’t want to take away his pride. However, once it became clear that Benjamin was indeed a faggot desperate to serve him, he benevolently accepted Benjamin’s worship and service. As Master said in his letter, he wanted to protect him from harm at the hands of his Destroyer Alpha brethren.

I will also admit that I was quite thrilled to hear Master reference himself as a “God Alpha”, utilizing (and legitimizing) my breakdown of Alpha Hierarchy. I love when Alphas can identify themselves as a God Alpha (a close friend of mine labels himself an “Apex Alpha”), as they instantly recognize the natural Hierarchy amongst themselves.

Master closed with this:

I know this probably won’t make it as a post on your website but you can send your apologies to the contact email. Keep up the good work faggot.

No, Master … that’s where you’re wrong about me. I post everything useful – including when I make mistakes and am reprimanded for them – because I know I’m just a faggot like the rest and in constant need of refinement. I have no ego when it comes to delivering a message of truth to Alphas and other faggots.

So I published every word for all to read. I’m proud to have received correction by you, Master. It demonstrates terrific instincts and glorifies you.

I thank Benjamin’s Master for being thoughtful enough to reach down from on-high and bless my life and work!