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.
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!
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!
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:
When I first wrote about the rape that took my anal virginity several years ago, I was nervous about the response I might receive. Aside from a couple of very close friends, I had never really discussed the event at all. I figured I would probably hear from other victims, or perhaps receive messages of condolence or comfort.
But instead I received nothing at all.
At first I was mildly offended; I bared my darkest secret and nobody even cared! My vague disappointment eventually melted into a sort of resignation. After all, it was long ago, and it really doesn’t affect my life much anymore.
But as I thought deeply about the lack of response, the more it made sense to me. Why should anyone console me over an event that is simply part of the natural order of things?
Mind you, I’m not condoning rape in any way. For women, rape is a traumatizing violation of their being that utterly destroys their sense of security and self-worth. It is a despicable and inexcusable crime.
But we rarely talk about male rape. Even when we do, we talk about it in the hushed tones of a secret society. Instinctively, males understand other males. We know about male pecking orders, survival of the fittest, and the struggle for domination that often defines our masculinity. We understand the drive, the impulse, that fuels our lusts. In certain circumstances, we might even be openly honest about our collective understanding, but mostly we acknowledge it with silence and nods.
I bet that some of the Men who read that rape experience – if they’re honest – would admit to some amount of pride in what Kenny did to me that night. They understand it. Kenny was acting violently on his own sexual impulse to dominate me, and so he took what he wanted from me. I suspect there are many Men who, in their darkest and most honest place, fully understand and even approve of Kenny’s actions that night.
Here’s the crazy part: I do, too. Again, it was a traumatizing experience for me. However, I also instinctively know that, as a faggot, Men will use me as they wish. I am lower on the pecking order. I am weak. I am submissive. My role is to serve the needs of Men, and by resisting that natural order, I triggered a fight for dominance that I eventually lost.
Deep down, underneath all of the political correctness, Men understand this truth about each other.
We see this every time another female teacher fucks an underaged boy. By law, that is a rape. Morally, people should be outraged by this shocking crime against a child. Social media goes wild with breathless shock every time it happens.
But Men are never outraged by such a crime, are they? Instead, every Man across the country wants to high-five the kid for getting some pussy off of a teacher. Even while acknowledging the crime, Men in their honest moments take some pride in the act.
Prison sex is another example. Straight Men constantly rape each other in prison, mostly as a show of dominance or
aggression. As males, we intrinsically understand and accept this about
each other, often in unspoken ways. “You gotta do what you gotta do” becomes the curt shorthand for the things Men do in difficult, secret, or desperate times. We may not publicly agree but we rarely judge because we know the needs and pressures of the male spirit within each of us.
On the surface, I don’t think anyone is happy I was raped. However, I think Men understand that the rape reinforced the natural order between Men. As I mentioned in my original experience, the rape helped me accept my true nature as a faggot. The rape helped me embrace what I truly was in comparison to other Men.
Men may not admit this in public, but in the silence of their own masculinity they know it is simply part of the natural order between us. Deep down, the animal within them approves.
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!
Hi brother Sam ! I hope you’re doing well ,first I wanted to thank you for all the work you do for the community and bringing awareness to fags everywhere and helping them embrace their faghood and serve masters and alpha men as intended ,you’ve spoken before about your time in jail but I was wondering if you could tell us more and elaborate on your time in there and how you served your fellow alpha in mates -what did you do for them ,how did you serve them and how did you approach the topic ? I would love to know and be inspired by your devotion to being a good fag and slave even while in Jail , thank you brother
Thanks for the question, I guess! LOL
First of all, I was in FEDERAL PRISON, not jail. There is a big difference.
It took me a little while to get acclimated to being in a place like that, a place where I definitely did not fit in. People move differently when incarcerated, and there are all sorts of petty rules and signals one has to learn. For example, I was almost beaten up by one inmate because I couldn’t stop whistling songs in my head (whistling was used to signal when a guard was coming).
But I’m a friendly person and I make friends easily, so I quickly assembled a few allies. None of them were faggots or gay, but they were more playful about it with me.
As far as what I did Hierarchically, well, I cleaned the bathroom for my floor every day. This was something I did voluntarily, and I did such a good job that several of the black Apex Alphas and God Alphas on the floor rallied around me whenever someone threatened me.
There was an Apex Alpha who ran his own little commissary store from his cubicle, and he relied on me to purchase items for him to replenish his store when he was low. I bought items for other Alphas when they were low on funds.
My two biggest faggot-related accomplishments were:
I sucked off two straight Alphas, one black and one white. DeAndre (not his real name) was a 40-year-old black Alpha who looked 25 who I sucked off three times before he left. But my proudest accomplishment was my Master Jack, a jacked 32-year-old white Alpha who was totally depressed when I first met him. Then I began to talk to him about his Alphahood, and he brightened up, began furiously working out, and eventually had me suck his dick in the unused band room with the lights off.
I started formally interviewing Alphas about their Alphahood and their thoughts on what made them Alpha and why Alphas are important. I talked about Hierarchy so much that I became known for it, and some people started using the language of Hierarchy with each other. It was quite inspiring to see how quickly they embraced the truth of it. In one case, I used Hierarchical principles to help a young black Apex Alpha named “D” understand why he needed to cheat on his longterm girlfriend, and he was so impressed that he told everybody that I solved his issue!
While I never want to be in that situation ever again (obviously), I learned so much from a Hierarchical perspective that it seemed almost inevitable.
More and more the truth about the slave class of Hierarchy – faggots – is becoming known and understood.
It’s so important because an understanding of faggots unlocks so much of the rest of Hierarchy. Once people accept that some males are born to serve other Men, the rest of the Hierarchical pyramid makes much more sense.
I have certainly been pushing hard to get this into the mainstream, and I believe my efforts have found success .
I was an avid reader of FWA back in the day and I am so happy to discover Hierarchy University. I was curious about that young fag would you referred to as “Baby Boy”? I remember you two were quite close. The voice message you left him in podcast episode 26.5 is still very moving.
Thank you so much for returning to the fold! I’m glad to have you back!
Thank you for asking about Baby Boy. As you know, he and I went through the most incredible journey together and we won. We beat the world. The voice message you mention was literally the lowest and most terrifying moment of the entire two-year experience, because it looked very much like cancer was going to essentially destroy both of our lives.
Of course, that didn’t happen. Instead, I managed to get him to Australia where he lives in safety today.
We still talk practically every day. He’s finishing up a college degree in IT with an emphasis on cyber security. He has a full-time job and lives alone in an apartment.
I don’t know if it’s possible for me to love anyone or anything as much as I love him. I’m so proud of his bravery, kindness, resilience, and integrity. He’s one of the funniest persons I know, too. I’m so proud to call him the son of my heart, the gift God entrusted to me.
Baby Boy changed absolutely everything about me and my life forever, and I’m eternally grateful.
Thank you for asking about him! AS you can tell, I’m a pretty proud Papa!
This is produced porn, but it gets the details right. Like those flimsy blankets, or those damned flip-flops.
I was locked up for 2 years, and this isn’t far from the truth. Let me put it this way: there was so much sex they had to take baby oil off the commissary list!
Hey Sam happy holidays and new year ,I’m writing as a curious gag to inquire if you ever ended up hearing from or reaching out to the Alpha you served at your job before thanksgiving ? I found that exchange you wrote about incredibly powerful and moving and what serving as a fag is all about , you said he built his own home and was shopping with his wife snd kinds and you guys exchanged words and he loved being an alpha , I know you text him since then but found it hard to meet up fur to the holidays ? Any updates ? Really excited for you and hope you get to serve him x
Thank you for asking! Alpha Eddie (who looks uncannily like Bradley Cooper) and I have exchanged a couple of texts here and there over the holidays. He has a young family and he’s getting into business with his brother, so he’s been very busy (and frankly, so have I) and we haven’t gotten together again just yet. I hope we can meet up and talk some more, but who knows?
Do you know how scientists first discovered the existence of black holes? It wasn’t through direct observation, of course, because black holes have such tremendous gravitational forces that even light cannot escape them.
No, scientists insisted that mathematical equations suggested their theoretical existence and predicted how they could be found … and when they looked, they suddenly found these monstrous inter-spacial vortexes! However, even when looking directly at a black hole they didn’t see it, but rather the effect it had on everything around it.
As a younger faggot I was very much like those scientists of the mid-twentieth century, except my field of study wasn’t black holes, but was something that was consuming my life at the time: Hierarchy. I’d served many Alphas, been owned multiple times, and through these experiences I began piecing together and methodically testing what I’ve come to understand as Hierarchical fact today.
Most crucial of my discoveries was the existence of Alpha hierarchy within the larger framework itself. To date I’m the only one who has accurately described Alpha hierarchy, put names and functions to each level of Alpha hierarchy, and then successfully used it to predict Alpha behavior. Mind you, I’m just a faggot who has spent many years in the service of great Alphas, but I was paying attention!
In my head, the math suggested that there should be a Final Alpha, the most powerful one. But how to find and identify such a Man? My interactions with Alphas were largely one-on-one, and I didn’t realize that was the problem. That’s like trying to scan the stars while looking at them through a cardboard toilet paper tube!
I needed to see Alphas together, interacting with each other daily, before the evidence of the existence of God Alphas presented itself!
Funnily enough, the God Alpha I discovered was my bunk mate!
When I arrived in prison camp in July of 2022 to serve time for a crime I never meant to commit, I was accidentally redirected to the wrong bunk. In this camp, the dormitory building was a long straight metal shack with two floors, both identical. A long hallway ran down the full length of each floor, and on each side of the hallway were cubes, each cube containing four cubicles and two beds per cubicle.
I was supposed to be upstairs in the predominantly white section, but I was placed in the lower level with the blacks. Little did they know about my preferences…
When I arrived, I met my “cellie”, a hulking, muscular 53-year-old black Alpha named “B” (everybody had letters for names there except for me). B was in the midst of his fourth long stint in prison for drug dealing, and he knew as soon as he saw me I didn’t belong there. So he set expectations and began teaching me how to move in prison.
Of course I never learned, a fact that amused B as much as it annoyed him. I’d make B laugh long and loud when I’d crack a joke or sass back at someone. “Man, my cellie funny!” B often bellowed to the other black Alphas in our cube.
Because of B I wore a shield of protection wherever I went.
But then I began to notice how other Apex Alphas would visit our cubicle to consult with B (I was ordered out of the cubicle during these Alpha conferences). I watched as B directed a couple of Apex Alphas (primarily an older Apex named Doe) to shepherd a young black Apex named “D”.
I also watched other Alphas in camp slip into our cubicle very early in the morning to leave fresh milk and fruit and other gifts for B to enjoy … tributes, for lack of a better term.
And then it hit me – B is a God Alpha!
A God Alpha isn’t something a Man bestows upon himself. It’s something bestowed upon him by the submission of all other levels of Alphahood.
To this point I hadn’t spoken much about Hierarchy, so I decided to ask B about it.
“B, do you consider yourself to be Alpha?” I asked.
B’s reply shocked me: “I am God.”
A couple of months later the camp’s presiding officer visited our cubicle and was going to move me. But B stopped him (yes, he stopped the head officer!) and told him this: “Naw man, Sam’s the best cellie I’ve ever had.”
I still carry that great compliment around inside me with warped pride.
A month later B was caught bringing contraband into camp and was shipped off to higher security.
But I will see him again. Once he’s free he’s flying to Aruba to marry his fiancé. I told him I’m going to be there. “Sam, if you show up, just know I’m gonna stab yo’ ass.”
Death by God Alpha. What a way for a faggot to go!
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!
