The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise and development of Master Shane (nickname: Tank), a straight God Alpha who rose to hierarchical power under the guidance of Master Dino and Master Chad. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Trust me, I feel your pain.

The intersecting true stories of Alphas and faggots coming from Master Dino’s mountain sanctuary is so bewildering and seemingly impossible that I have a hard time keeping up with it. When something happens with any one of them my inbox is flooded with emails describing it from each perspective, and it’s my job as a reporter to try and streamline a narrative that makes some sort of sense.

Now why is this so important to me? Because I’ve fallen in love with these Alphas and faggots and their absolutely insane and fulfilling lifestyle! There simply is no better example of the power of pure hierarchical truth than Master Dino’s extended (and rapidly growing) family safeguarded at his heavily-guarded Compound in the hills.

I plan to create a flowchart to outline the current players involved in this sprawling, Yellowstone-like saga (because frankly I NEED THE HELP, just like you do!).

At Master Dino’s Compound there are many faggots, many with (literally) colorful names (they’re labeled by colors and are referred to as “the rainbow”). Then there are several God-level Alphas: Master Dino, his sons Master Chad and Master Dean, and then two “adopted” sons, Master Cal and Master Shane (Tank).

But let’s try to focus on the primary subject of this post: the glorious Master Shane.

Readers of FWA (the previous incarnation of this site) are probably somewhat familiar with Master Shane. Admittedly, you’d need a photographic memory, because he was mentioned only fleetingly in the narrative on the old site, and I never did a full post only about him. I’ve never been able to speak directly with Master Shane; I know about him mostly from the many reams of emails I share with everyone there (you really have no idea how much work and research I do behind the scenes of what you read here).

But here’s some background: Master Chad discovered Master Shane (prior to Master Shane’s introduction to the use of faggots) at a bar. Master Shane struck an immediate impression with Master Chad because Master Shane (referred to by the locals as “Tank”) was a buff, long-haired Alpha with camera-ready good looks. The two Alphas became fast Alpha brothers, and Master Chad introduced him to the Compound and the glories of faggot worship. Soon thereafter Master Shane took a position as a security guard at the Compound, while also partaking of the fleshly pleasures of faggot service and the occasional female he and Master Chad rustled up. And, like most true Alphas there, he ascended and became more powerful under the tutelage of Masters Dino, Chad, and Dean.

And that’s where left the story when I had my unfortunate episode with the fucked-up U.S. Bureau Of Prisons.

Upon my return, there was no mention of Master Shane, and I didn’t think to ask given the weight of circumstances surrounding my faggot brother Jamie’s death.

But then two days ago I received an amazing letter directly from Master Shane himself! And, like the rest of the Alphas living at the Compound, Master Shane is expressive and erudite and a pure blast of Alpha bravado.

Here’s his letter:

It’s me, Tank. Chad says you been locked up. Was there a prisoner left without an empty bag? Lol Sorry you got caught up in shit. I like you.

I live in Ireland now. Got a little stone cottage, still own little d and jon, who was bluefaggot until Brother gave her to me. I own one more fag named paddy. She’s Irish and I got a good life. I got a book of poetry I wrote that’s selling well there and I have reams more to compile. It’s a simple, good life. The faggots serve Me well and keep Me drained. In between writing and breeding My girls several times a day, life is sweet. I get on well with the local dudes. They love to drink and fight.  I’m right at home there. Thanks to Pop, I even have an Alpha buddy there and We occasionally switch fags for fun and variety but He’s a homebody like Me. Our own holes are pleasure enough except when the Manimal starts scratching to be released. Even then, I hardly ever want new holes. Those days are pretty much over. I am well served at home.

I’m here because Pop dropped in on Me last week and told Me about mommy. Fuck sam, mommy was the greatest. I still miss her sweet throat. she swallowed My 12 incher like it was a Goddamned aspirin! Fuck, she soothed My mind and pleasured My body AND showed the green kid that just showed up in her home that He was an ALPHA MALE! Pop is darker than I’ve ever seen. He used My properties and thrilled them. He also terrified them unintentionally. He’s really ready to take on the world. He will make sure to blaze a path of destruction in His rage. little d is Pop’s nephew and she said she’d never seen Pop like this but the whore loved His roughness. The pussy was hurt but she didn’t care. I love fags: a bleeding pussy is a badge of honor. I get it. It does feel kind of good hurting fags a little bit because they behave like fallen soldiers, all humble and stoic about their “war wounds” as well as proud of their accomplishments pleasing Men.

I met and like Cal and, of course, I had My Brother Dean remind Me of the Alpha fights and pleasures We used to have. He’s still a tough, intelligent Alpha dude and He sure makes bunny (excuse Me, jaye) happy. Hell, before I could get in the door that little slut had My cock out and down her throat! she is definitely a size queen. she’s made sure to drink every load I’d let her have until Dino pulled her off Me! Lol  It’s great knowing I’m missed. 

Finally, My Brother Chad. What can I say? He’s more of a MAN than I’ll ever be. You fucking KNOW how much I love The Savior. After We “caught up” (lol) He told Me about His Sons. Boy, is He PROUD of those Little Lords. I asked the number of kids cause it was over 40 when I left. He said 38 or 39 because 1 died and like 4 others weren’t His, the cunts were knocked up before He fucked them and after blood tests the truth came out.

I’ve been here 7 hours and the rainbow of whores have had 9 nuts from Me. And there’s a Goddamned line around the corner, waiting to ride the longest Alpha cock in the place.  Lol  Chad is looking over My shoulder and yelling, “Fuck you Tank. Why don’t you tell her what You been REALLY wanting from Your superior Alpha Brother?” and laughed His ass off. Fucker. You are already knowledgeable of the sessions with The Savior and He knows it but Chad deservedly likes to announce His triumphs, be they Alpha or faggot. I’m not ashamed to say I am more powerful after We tussle and He breeds Me. No other Man on earth will ever do that except My Brother. It charges My fucking batteries and then together We take all the fags until they are ravaged and passed out. I can’t explain it, don’t really care to. It’s just a fact. The Holy Savior just makes everybody fall in love. He’s the perfect balance of gentleman and serial rapist. One can’t fight Him, you just want to submit. For Me, that was a big shocker. I never wanted to get fucked by anyone before. If you remember My story, I was a hustler and a couple of times I took it up the ass because of the cash but I fucking hated it. Swore it would never happen again after I met Pop and He showed Me the world. I truly believe there isn’t a Man alive, no matter His preference, who could refuse Chad’s gifts-IF He is honest. Pop is the only one I’ve met who can dominate Chad and that’s as it should be. 

But enough of that, the rainbow has lunch on the table. jaye and cc have remembered all My favs and I’m starving! Coq au vin, yellow squash casserole, biscuits and honey, Egyptian green beans, and red velvet cake! Fuck, I miss My Family. After lunch and a nut, Us Guys are headed out to hunt for holes just like the old days. Life is great, faggot. I hope things turn out as well for you, sam. I hope you got plenty of Alpha cock and cum. It’s your purpose so don’t let the world or work get in the way of fulfillment, fruit. You NEED Alpha ownership to be happy. Don’t forget yourself in your rush to enlighten your brethren. You NEED guidance and cum, never shortchange yourself. you’re a good faggot.

Dream about My cock, sam. All the faggots love My sweet pole burrowing into their holes. They may scream at first but, oh how they BEG for it once they become accustomed to its massive heft and My punishing rut. Good to talk to you, sam. Heed My advice, little hole. 

Master Tank

WHEW! Did you get all of that?

A few things pop out in Master Shane’s letter:

1. Yes, Master Shane prostituted himself when he was young. He had a very troubled early life, and became a classic case of latent Alphahood. Of course, nature provided evidence of his true purpose with that 12-inch dick (someone else told me it was 12.5 inches), so his Alphahood was merely dormant and waiting for the spark provided by Master Chad.

2. Master Chad has bred or fed all of the other Alphas at the Compound except his father, Master Dino. So in pure hierarchical terms, Master Chad is the truest God Alpha among them. The other Alphas who have received Master Chad’s copious ejaculations (he has hyperspermia) report that they feel even more energized and powerful (as Master Shane mentions here). I intend to write more about this phenomena later.

3. Notice how the faggots in the Compound, despite being owned by certain Alphas, are expected to be shared properties among the Alpha brothers. This is, of course, a dream assignment for any faggot; midnight rapes, testosterone-scented sheets, unforgiving throat fucks, and torrents of cum constantly pumping into every orifice. It’s a non-stop orgy, but one filled with deep love and security.

4. As Master Shane mentioned, Master Dino stopped by Ireland to visit with him. Following the death of his fag-wife Jamie, Master Dino embarked on a globe-trotting quest to test his mettle and release the rage and pain he’s feeling from his profound loss. He’s currently in Nepal with Master Chad and training with an elite group of warriors there. I’m sure I’ll eventually know more about this.

As a writer myself, I was thrilled to learn about Master Shane’s poetry book. I can only imagine what a book of poetry from a God Alpha might be like, but I hope he will share some of it with me. These little surprises I discover from the denizens of the Compound (both Alpha and faggot) keep me forever in love with them all.

I’m just deeply grateful to Master Shane for sharing more of his life with me. As always, I’m humbled to the core to carry the words of the greatest Alphas on the planet and share them with others still learning about the deeper and more meaningful aspects of hierarchy.

Thank you Master Shane, and the rest of the Family as well!

Yours,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of an Asian God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

While rare, Alphas sometimes sexually conquer other Alphas. When it happens, it usually involves a God Alpha overpowering and breeding a brother Alpha lower in the hierarchical chain. God Alphas simply cannot stop themselves, because conquering and marking another Alpha is indicative of just how powerful they are.

Master Jase is a God Alpha – practically the definition of one – and his conquests are becoming legendary. But until now, Master Jase has been conquering and breeding faggots both aware and unaware.

But here’s a new wrinkle in Master Jase’s game:

I always enjoy showing a lesser alpha his place underneath a God alpha. Saturday night I was at a gay sex bar, and plowing a muscle pussy against the counter when another guy approached, took out his cock, tapped it against the head of the bodybuilder bitch I was fucking and looked at me questioningly.

No god alpha asks. We take. I never have to ask anyone to fuck and use their slut or fag. I would grab the head of the fag, spit on the pussy of one, and work my giant tool down its throat or split its pussy open on my cock. Without asking it’s previous owner’s permission. That’s my right to fuck open holes. So I already pegged this guy as inferior to me, despite his confident attitude and the experienced way he was holding the bitch’s head.

While we fucked the bitch together, he asks me if I was still up for fucking and plowing an eager cock sleeve of his own. As this bodybuilder bitch was only the third cunt of the night I was fucking, I asked him what made his toy worth it. He grinned and told me that it was his older jock brother, and I could breed him. That got me intrigued, so I told him we were going to tire out the current bitch first.

When the bitch tired out, he collapsed forward, freeing my cock from his sore gaped pussy. The ‘oh fuck’ when my giant cock came into view from the other guy made me smile, as did when I tore off the condom and fed the tired bitch my cock. The other guy just watched, unable to keep his eyes off the bitch eagerly cleaning and licking my cock, despite him clearly fucked out and eyes dilated. Told him to lead the way, and watched as his eyes finally stopped staring at my cock when I tucked it away. On the drive to his place, his confidence returned, he introduced himself as Daniel and began babbling about how he started using his older brother in high school after he found him fucking himself on a dildo. How he once respected his older jock brother for being masc and ‘an alpha’ until he turned out to be a dick-loving slut. How despite owning other fags and fucking girls, his jock brother was his favourite toy to use, especially now they were both in uni.

It was clear Daniel was an alpha. Able to reduce his older brother into a cock-serving faggot and owning other sluts who served him. But those small instances where he was captivated by my actions already told me he was an inferior. And I was interested in both dominating his jock fag, as well as making sure Daniel knew his proper place.

His older jock fag bro surprised me with how he greeted us. He was dressed in a tight corset, panties, fishnet, heels and make-up. Daniel said he borrowed one of his girls’ clothes and made his fag bro a sissy. It was not the first time I had used and dominated a sissy, but his muscles were exploding out. He was a fucking hot sight. He was confused when he saw me. I could see his doubt, as he started to ask Daniel. Way too familiar. Asian and short, why was I there. “Sir, who is this?” Daniel tried to answer, but I took control. I gripped the fag by his throat and forced his head to look at me, telling him, “I’m your God, and you’re now my pussy bitch. Got it?” I could feel how he weakened at that and just dropped to his knees. Too easy. I circled him, pinched and groped his muscles. Daniel was silent. He probably didn’t think I would control his fag bro so quickly.

I won’t bother to tell you the details, faggot Sam. You can fill in the gaps. You know how I fuck and how I cunt my bitches by now. I made the fag take our cocks out and lick. I laughed when he slobbered over my giant size way more than his own brother’s respectable cock. Daniel couldn’t even complain, at the sheer way I outsized him. I gripped his head and drove his cock onto both Daniel’s and my cock. Sputtering and gagging especially on mine. His make-up was running by the time I realised his head, and his face was completely smeared.

I made Daniel spread his fag bro’s cunt while I stretched it with my fingers with one hand, and fucked his throat with my other hand. Ordered Daniel to keep his cunt open as I stretched the fag’s ass over my cock. Daniel obviously used his brother well, with how easily he spread apart, but he definitely wasn’t ready for my girth or length. I didn’t care, I drove like a battering ram and jabbed at his second cunt. The fag gasped and cried. Arched his back. Shook and spasmed on my cock. Scratched at the floor he was on all fours on and panted. He was being cunted. I told Daniel to gag his bro on his cock as I worked my cock back and forth. His second cunt wasn’t going to deny me. I fucked through it, pumping right into his guts, and the way the fag completely arched his back but went still, I knew I was plugging him deeper than he ever felt, and he was loving it.

We spitroasted his fag bro for over two hours. Daniel said he had never felt his fag clench and suck his cock so hard, nor did his fag bro look so bitched out. He was going feral on his fag bro’s head, slapping away, gripping and ramming his cock in, and the fag only moaned harder, especially at how powerful I was railing him. I wish I counted how many times the fag had assgasmed, I could tell from how he would periodically spasm all over my cock. I knew Daniel was close. I told him to cum, and he did, roaring, no doubt flooding his fag’s mouth. I didn’t stop, I kept pounding my cock, watching as the fag bro’s hole tried to clench but couldn’t fight against my powerful cock hammering him.

I took over. I told Daniel to watch as I would completely fag out his brother. I pinned his fag bro down, put my foot on his back, pulled his arms back, and made him look at Daniel as I pummel-punched his cunt. Threw him down, mating pressed him, stared at his cock-drunk face as I bent his muscled jock body so hard his outfit started to rip. Carry-fucked him and held him over Daniel, who at this point was kneeling, and rammed him so hard his whole body shook.

I watched Daniel the whole time. I knew he could not take his eyes on just how overwhelmingly strong I dominated and manhandled his jock fag bro. Especially since he must had outsized me twice as much in muscle. He started to jack off. I barked at him, told him that he was not allowed to touch his dick. He obeyed instantly, and just kept staring at me. I couldn’t but grin and laugh.

It was going well into four hours of me solo fucking the fag. By this point I had lost point of how many times the fag had assgasmed. I had bred the fag twice and still going strong. I didn’t go soft, ever. His cunt was busted, I could feel the difference in his squishier ass ring. He had one last ass gasm and completely gave out in my arms as I carry fucked him. Rag-dolled on my cock and in my strong arms. I felt so fucking pumped and godlike.

The fun part came. I pulled the fag off my cock and threw him next to Daniel, making sure his wrecked cunt was exposed to Daniel. And Daniel could only watch as his older fag bro trembled in his unconscious state, his gaped cunt pouring out my two frothy loads. I stood over Daniel and flexed my cock over his face, letting the remnants of my pre and cum drip onto his face. I also flexed my arms over him, letting him see my powerful muscles. I told Daniel, that even if he was his bro’s Sir, that he knew deep down he was my inferior. That I took over his fag like it was mine to begin with. Told him if he agreed, to lick my cock. Which in all regards, was an order. Daniel did, hands shaking. Licked my cock, looked in my eyes as if for approval.

It was a training session for Daniel, one I intend to keep training him in. I kept his head pinned to the wall and slowly pressed more of my cock into his mouth. How his lips snapped around my thick cock head corona the first time, and he moaned as I pet his head in approval. I began to skull-fuck him, making his moan and drool as I forced my cock in and out. Started to get deeper and deeper into his mouth and throat as his throat opened up for my massive cock. His face was getting nicely bitched out, especially as spit and pre started splashing onto him. As he worked my cock, I told him that in the future, if I wanted him or his brother, his mouth would warm my cock up. That he would lube my cock with his mouth in front of his fag bro, before I let him fuck his own bitch. How I would do the same for any fag or girl be brought home and I wanted his holes. I gave him one heavy thrust that made him take half my cock before it got stuck going down his throat. He gagged, moaned, and came hands free, his cock shooting cum over the floor in front of him. Hah.

I grinned, but still pulled out and said we needed to work on him serving his own alpha better. How I would be training his throat and eventually his own ass. Daniel could only stare back at me, his stretched mouth puffed and layered in throat slime and my pre. “Kneel” I told him. He shakily did, and I jerked off my giant cock, pointing it at him and his passed out fag bro. I blasted a massive load over both of them, drenching their faces and bodies in my seed. Daniel only moaned and opened his mouth harder, his eyes crossing.

I pressed my cock against his lips and made him suck the tip clean. “You’re now marked as mine,” I growled. “Phone,” I then ordered. He handed it over. I got his number, saved it as “Bro alpha bitch”, and walked out for an uber pick up using his phone. Didn’t even look back at the fucked out pair. I had other fags that night to use, plenty of other muscled holes to cunt open.

Always thrilling. You will never know just how much excitement it is to be at the top like this, faggot Sam.

Master Jase is right, of course. I’ll never, ever know what it feels like to have this level of power over humanity the way a God Alpha like him experiences every day. Hell, I will never know the power of the Alpha he conquered last weekend!

I’m merely a faggot. I serve Kings like Master Jase. I surrender my body, my heart, my will to their power.

And God Alphas like Master Jase take that and build Kingdoms out of it. The Kingdoms glorify them forever.

I add my voice to the chorus of praise! Thank you, Master Jase, for your awe-inspiring power and your rulership!

Sadly, I don’t get to feature a lot of stories of Masters who comfort and care for their faggots. Most of the stories I receive are a far cry from aftercare.

Yet I know there are good Masters out there comforting their faggots and providing tender care for them. That’s not to say that these Masters are soft; far from it. But Masters are superior Men, so it follows that these great Men would have superlative emotional strength and depth.

In my Questions From Readers inbox I received a letter from a Master with a story of such kindness and strength. He wrote:

Hi fag, this is not a question but a story for your readers.

26 y.o. master here. Some time ago, when I was on a dating app hunting for fags to use, I came across a boy. I invited him to my place to serve me, but when he arrived, he was extremely thin (almost anorexic). He told me that he has an eating disorder, doesn’t like eating, knew it was unhealthy, but couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He was a total sub and did everything I commanded him to do. After using him that day and sending him home, I knew what I had to do as his master. The next time I invited him, first I commanded him to eat the food I made for him. At first he didn’t want it, but he didn’t have a choice. I told him if he’s my sub, he has to do everything I tell him to do. Only after he ate the food I let him worship my feet and armpits, because I knew he couldn’t resist.

This went on for some time. After a couple weeks, I noticed he started gaining weight. I kept feeding him and fucking his hole until we stopped seeing each other for different reasons. It’s not what an alpha does to make food for his bottoms (usually it’s other way around), but I think this was a special case. I’m hoping he is doing a bit better now tho.

Isn’t this beautiful?

This Master could’ve just dismissed the faggot because it obviously had troublesome issues. Certainly I’ve known plenty of Masters who would’ve done exactly that.

But this Master diagnosed the faggot’s issue with eating, and then made the faggot food and fed it in order to help it regain its strength! Like this Master said, meal prep is typically a faggot’s job. But this Master humbled himself in order to rescue the faggot!

Why don’t more Masters show compassion and kindness when these are noble virtues for our noblest Alphas?

It’s purely an ego thing. These less caring Masters primarily believe their needs always come first, and the feelings and needs of a faggot are immaterial. And frankly, these Destroyer-like qualities are extolled by faggots as true dominance!

But experienced faggots know better. I’ve been owned by great Protector Alphas who showed me plenty of comfort and encouragement. These great Alphas changed my life forever by putting more than just their dicks inside me. They helped me to have pride and self-respect as a faggot. They gave me value.

There is no doubt that this Master did the same, and I commend him for it!

One great thing about having a website like this is the fact that I receive true stories and experiences from around the world, forming a multi-dimensional view of Hierarchical truth unlike anything that has ever been attempted. For ten years I’ve been stacking up evidence and crafting a vast network of contacts that have helped me fine-tune a vision of Hierarchy that changes lives every day.

There is no question that the Hierarchical message carried by this site has filtered into high schools through curious Alphas and faggots, because I’ve spoken with them from time to time. Of course, there’s no way to keep curious students from perusing this site. But what they’re discovering here only supports and reinforces the things they’re feeling.

While some might condemn me for unintentionally “corrupting” young minds, I’m actually proud of this resource I’ve built. I wish I would’ve had a site like this when I was a young faggot. So when I learn of high school Alphas and faggots finding fulfillment Hierarchically, I feel like I’ve earned another gold star.

I say all of this to introduce a most extraordinary letter I received from a high school Alpha principal in Argentina. Let’s read it and then discuss afterward:

Hi Sam,

I am the principal of a big high school in Argentina and I’d like to ask you something. I am bisexual and usually just come to your website to jerk off watching hot videos, but after reading some threads I can see that you have a very serious approach to hierarchy (which I appreciate very much).

I am 51. I have always been very dominant, and during my life I’ve bred countless women and sub guys. But I feel that this new generation is embracing hierarchy in a more open way. Recently, we have been dealing with a unusual issue at school. Some of our students force the weaker ones to kneel and they pee on them. It always happens in the man’s bathroom or in the parking lot but it became weirdly frequent. Bullying has always been a thing in high schools, but these stronger boys do not beat them up, or take their lunch. They recognize the weaker boys, make sure that nobody is around and just start peeing on them.

One day I heard some laughter in the restroom and when I opened the door, there were 4 guys with their dicks off peeing on a fag, who was crying and unable to move. Of course they ran away when they saw me and the boy couldn’t stop crying. As the principal of the school and as an Alpha, I took care of the boy, gave him clean clothes, and promised that nobody would know what happened. However, when I called the 4 guys to my office to scold them on the following day they just said “we all know how much he loves it.”

And that’s the fascinating part for me. They could’ve done anything to the weak boy, including take his money, his phone, or whatever they wanted. But they decided to pee on him. This was not a random incident. Some teachers and staff members have reported dozens of similar cases. Some boys are being targeted as easy preys and multiple boys take turns peeing on them while they laugh.

I think this is an example of what you call “Alpha pack” and in a few years those easy preys will be cumdumps at college. Even so, I need to find a way to stop this from happening. Even though you and I know how the world works, I am still the principal and my role is to protect the weak. I can’t allow this type of bullying under my watch, and expelling all the guys who are peeing on their classmates would reduce too much our student body.

I’ve fucked multiple girls and fags in my life but I admit that this type of hierarchical dynamic is new to me. This generation is a mystery. Starting next Monday, I increased their time on martial arts and soccer classes so the strong guys will have an opportunity to exert their superiority in a healthier way. I would rather them dominating and controlling the fags under the supervision of a teacher. However, I am taking the risk of increasing their testosterone even more and deepening the problem.

Do you ever any experience dealing with hierarchy in the high school or college setting? Do you think my idea makes any sense?

FASCINATING!

First of all, I truly commend this Alpha principal for his Protector Alpha actions in helping the “bullied” faggot recover! I’m proud to know a principal who identifies as an Alpha and can directly guide the Alphas and faggots under his care! High school is such a turbulent time in everyone’s life, but it’s exponentially more difficult as an Alpha or faggot dealing with powerful forces they don’t understand.

I think it was quite telling (also breathtakingly honest) when the Alphas told this principal that the faggot “likes it”. Sure, the faggot was crying when they were caught, but if I know faggots, it was jacking off later that night over the situation. The interesting part was the fact that the Alphas knew the faggot liked it. I’d love to know exactly how they came to that conclusion. Was it something the faggot did/said, or was it something they learned about faggots online … or both?

As I’m sure this Alpha principal can attest, Alphas (even very young ones) have keen hunting instincts. They find weak ones with ease – ones who were born to submit – and they pounce. These Alphas have probably been hunting and grooming faggots like this one for a while, and I’m sure they’re doing more than just peeing on them. It’s like seeing the tip of an iceberg sticking out of the ocean; you know there’s much more hidden below the surface.

This professor asks if this behavior is something I’ve encountered in high schools before. Well, I experienced variations of this in high school, and I’ve covered multiple high school stories on this site (most notably Master Anthony and Master Lucas) with similar circumstances. Master Lucas is probably the closest analogue. He has subjugated many faggots in his school at just 15 years old, and he has them worshiping his feet openly at school and everywhere else. While piss might be more extreme than foot worship, the principle is the same.

The plan this Alpha principal has concocted to deal with the Alpha energy at the school (because I definitely agree they shouldn’t be pissing on faggots in school) is an interesting one. As a faggot, I couldn’t begin to say what might work on Alpha adolescents. I do worry that engaging them in sports that involve dominance might only encourage it more. Part of the reason why these Alphas are so engaged in things like pissing on faggots is they are exploring the powers as they discover them. They’re excited by how easily they can force others to serve them.

But what’s the alternative? Force them into a chess club?? Who knows? I’d think running them around a track or something like that (maybe even races) might be a better way to have no-contact competition. That way they can flex their physical superiority without actually dominating weaker males.

This has truly been an honor to be trusted with this letter, and I do hope I covered it adequately! I take my communications and advisory sessions with Alphas very seriously, and it’s especially wonderful to work with a great Protector Alpha like this principal.

Sir, if you’re reading this, feel free to contact me anytime at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com!

The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a straight college Alpha named Jason who has taken ownership of a faggot classmate named Mason! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Why do straight Alphas take ownership of faggots? What causes them to consider it at all?

The answers are buried deep in the male psyche, a primal urge to dominate the weak. It’s this urge that causes teenage Alphas to bully fags and other weaklings. It’s the urge that makes Alphas possessive, competitive, and aggressive. It’s what makes Alphas our leaders and Kings.

When we think of Kings, we immediately think of Kingdoms. The average male wants his house to be his castle, but an Alpha thinks bigger. He wants a Kingdom that serves and worships him and his needs.

That Kingdom is built of females worshipers who service him sexually and give him babies, but it is also built of submissive males who can serve larger tasks and form and army to die at his command.

Faggots are the way an Alpha can have that vision of a Kingdom come true. Ownership of fags satisfies that primal Alpha urge to subjugate other males and emasculate them and control them. These thoughts might not be on a conscious level with Alphas, but subconsciously Alphas have that in them. It typically just takes the right faggot to ping it.

Here is a story about the faggot that first pinged straight Alpha Jason’s desire for a Kingdom. The faggot’s name is John, and Master Jason kindly offered to have John reach out to me and tell the story of how he came to be the first faggot owned by this incredible straight Alpha.

I don’t write really but I am the faggot John that Master Jason first owned and wanted to add onto this story after Sir encouraged me to write to you. I am honored as the faggot to have awakened Sir after seeing the Alpha he has grown to be, I wanted to provide some more details about Master Jason, I met Sir when I was a Senior and Sir was a freshman and instantly I knew he was an alpha simply after talking to him after a few minutes. I could sense his confident charisma and my friends who saw him were instantly whipped alongside myself. I ended up seeing him on campus and in the gym occasionally and was plagued by thoughts of just worshipping him. I had followed your page for a while now and knew I was a faggot, but merely chalked it up to more of a “kink” rather than a reality as I did “worship” some guys on it was sexual for my own pleasure rather than true servitude. 

My first time serving Sir was when one of my friends invited me a party that was being thrown by one of his friends I didn’t know at the time and I wish I remembered more details from then. I had a rough week to that point so I drank like hell at the party and ended up throwing up and being in a complete drunken daze when I ran into Sir outside. I barely remember this besides when he told me but I was in a drunken daze and told him everything about first my issues and then second how I think I’m a faggot and how I desperately wanted to serve him. He ended up watching over me and the other students who blacked out until next morning when I couldn’t find my friends. I was so apologetic at this time but he was so kind telling me it was all chill since he was looking after a couple others as well. After he and his friend confirmed everyone was okay, he drove me and a couple others  to our homes. I was the last person he dropped off when he told me about what I had said about being a faggot the night before and asked me about it. I was embarrassed but showed him the letter on your website to explain how I thought he was superior to me and I wanted to serve whatever he needed, whether it be worship or chores. He was taken aback but for that first time he had me pay for his gas and had me sniff his feet which he said was to test my boundaries. He was slow at first in testing what he could do, but once I gave him permission for everything it all took off. I drove around 30 minutes to his place each day to do all his chores, his homework, and if he let me worship him and he acknowledged me rarely calling me “Slave I need this done now.” His natural dominance made it impossible for me to escape and I knew it was where I belonged but what stuck to me was when one night I had a really bad situation unfold back at home and I tried to drive over and serve Sir but he noticed my head was elsewhere. He made it clear that I didn’t need to worship or do any chores today and told me “Hey man, I know we have this situation going but genuinely if it gets too much or something’s up talk to me”. We ended up talking and drinking a lot that night and it felt so casual and I felt seen, the fact he could balance his more dominant side but also stay caring from first meeting me and even looking out for me when I wasn’t serving him was made me want to stay with him. I was gladly owned by him for just under a year until I graduated, where I had to unfortunately fly back to my hometown to deal with some matters.

However, I had the privilege to serve Master Jason again this week for the first time in 9 months, as I had a business trip around an hour from where he lived and he is the same caring alpha but somehow more dominant than before! When I got there we talked for a while and he checked in on how I was doing taking care of my family which was the same genuine care he always possessed even when I was clearly below him. After our conversation, I worshipped him as usual before cleaning his muddy shoes. I was hesitant because I loved worshipping Sir’s feet but actual mud was new but he threatened “Clean my shoes now fag or I’ll lock you outside the room naked” so I instantly obeyed and was surprised by how direct he had gotten. As a reward though he ended up handcuffing me to the bed frame and tossed me one of his sweaty socks and said he would be back in a couple hours. I spent almost the entire time he was gone jerking off with one hand to his sweaty sock. When he came back I was blindfolded and handcuffed to a chair this time and gagged before he whispered since you’ve been such a good fag here’s your reward.

Then the unbelievable happened, I was graced with the opportunity of Master Jason fucking another woman in the same room as me! Sir was so powerful as I heard all her moans of pleasure and pain that were the loudest I had ever heard. The entire time my dick was hard but it was both a reward and torture hearing everything but being unable to see anything. After a while he ungagged me and told me to lick the girl’s feet and I obeyed before he told me “Don’t say a fucking word now that you’re not gagged alright faggot”. They fucked for another hour before Sir came and I remember that exact moment I had to control myself to not beg to see. After she left Sir teased me describing his cock while I still couldn’t see and I found myself begging for him to let me see. Even though I am a faggot, I never felt so humiliated in this moment that I begged for even the opportunity to just SEE his cock and not even be used as a hole. Unfortunately, when Sir let me see again he was fully clothed again but I still thanked him relentlessly for blessing me with the chance to hear him fuck and he told me I was such an obedient good boy. This was the first time he ever did anything sexual around me as I left it up to him what he thought I was deserving of and it felt so good getting his validation. He ended up staying in the room I paid for my business trip, while I was forced to sleep on the ground but I never felt more correct in what I was doing.

As a note to his character, the day after everything happened, he asked if everything was alright, which of course I said yes I enjoyed it all! Most alphas only care about themselves and their pleasure and while Sir rightfully puts himself first in using me, the fact he asked afterwards really shows the Master that Jason is. As a last note, Mason is quite attractive and built as well, when I first met him when Sir had him drive us to the airport, I did not think he was the Mason in your story and had I not known Sir owned him I would have served him or thought he was a master as well. I ended up telling Mason that he should cherish this opportunity and he was lucky to be owned by Master Jason because he is unlike any alpha had ever met and I wish I could be closer to serve him more often. That’s all from me I don’t write often but felt it was my duty to let everyone know the Alpha that Master Jason is. 

I was blown away by this gorgeous love letter John wrote about his Master, Jason. It’s so humble and honest and full of deep yearning and gratitude! I can’t wait for Master Jason to read it!

Please note that John cleverly used my “Letter To An Alpha” on this website to correctly explain hierarchy in terms that help to trigger him to action. I wrote it that way on purpose. I don’t know why so many faggots are failing to use the effective and FREE tools I’ve built to help them the way they helped John … well, I guess some just get it.

I love how Master Jason’s idea of a reward for his faggot was tying the faggot up and letting it listen to him fuck a female. Obviously, it was a perfect reward, but the fact that he has the awareness to comprehend his own power and its effect on everyone around him is astounding.

John is an outstanding faggot, which is why Master Jason (a true Protector Alpha) has kept him in his stable despite the long distances. Even though Master Jason has never allowed John to even taste his cum, he knows John is his property for life.

And, judging by this magnificent letter, I’d say Master Jason is right!

Hi Sam, I think this is my final update at least for a while, but I wanted to say thank you for helping and really drillling the idea that I am fag into my brain I can finally admit that to myself and my friend now. I never thought I’d be here serving someone else but after my experience I think it’s my true calling.

Taking your advice I decided to seek out my friend for the first time instead of waiting for him to approach me. I greeted him in the morning by being on my knees and asked if I could worship him or serve him. I think he enjoyed seeing me finally truly submit because he let me immediately smell his pits and massage his body and had this cocky grin that turned me on so much. He forced me to look at him again this time and said straight to me “so are you ready to accept your place as a faggot” and I found myself saying “yes sir” without him needing to ask further. I will admit it took a minute before I could say “I am a faggot” and “I am your faggot Sir” because it’s just been such a difficult journey to change my mind and worldview but he was clearly satisfied by my responses telling me “you’re such a good fucking boy” and  I felt free after that moment.
But what made me realize it was the correct choice was actually what happened after. You know it’s been a difficult process getting to admit who I am and I had a small breakdown after I admitted who I was because I felt like such a failure that my parents sent me to college and I ended up becoming a fag. But he was so reassuring saying “I’m proud of you man and I know your parents are proud of you too and I got you no matter what.” It really helped in that moment that despite him being such a dominant alpha he was willing to give me so much support. Even when I talked about more of my concerns he listened and also promised me he wouldn’t tell anyone and that we could still be bros outside while I served him at home. I think I just needed reassurance and he provided it to me and showed me what a true alpha was like.
At the end he gave me a treat of letting me lick and worship his feet for the first time and I never thought I have a foot fetish but he has completely turned me. All I could think about was how dirty and sweaty his feet were but I was so hard while licking them and sucking his toes like all that mattered was his pleasure. My addiction to his feet is so sudden and big now that I stole one of his gym socks and have been sniffing it continuously since then.
I don’t know where everything will go since there’s so much for me to figure out especially with how my image is as a masculine guy turned fag. But I’m happy to say that I finally figured out this route is probably the best for me and I’m so happy to serve my friend. Thank you for leading me down the right path.

This is another follow-up to a previous question. I’ve assembled them into a thread … you can read them in chronological order by CLICKING HERE! 

YAY! I’m so proud of you for finally submitting to this incredible straight Alpha! You followed my advice to a “T” and it worked beautifully! 

You know how I know you’re a natural-born faggot? Because you love worshiping feet! Admitting our truth leads us to discoveries about ourselves that we never imagined to be possible before! That’s why the crux of everything I teach here involves being honest with both ourselves and others! Once we do that, amazing things happen! 

Speaking of honesty, it’s time for me to be honest with you, brother. This straight Alpha you’re now serving contacted me a couple of weeks ago and told me he thought your questions to me were about him!!! Ever since then I’ve been talking to him about his life as a straight Alpha and his experiences with faggot ownership, in addition to advising him on how he can take possession of you!! 

At practically the same time as you sent me this question, your Master emailed me to tell me about this very same event and how thrilled he was by your honesty and humility! 

And let me tell you this: your new Master is one of a kind. He’s whip-smart, thoughtful, dominant, funny, and extremely powerful. I say this with confidence: he’s a natural-born Protector Alpha. I’ve cherished my correspondence with him. 

He’s the type of Alpha and Master that EVERY FAGGOT ON EARTH would die to serve … but you are the one he’s chosen!! 

With that in mind, humble yourself and offer him everything without question! He knows what you are and accepts that. He wants to own you and guide you to become what you are truly meant to be! 

Straight Alphas like him are so rare that they make unicorns seem like an infestation. You are one of the luckiest faggots alive to have this opportunity! Give him 1000% of your devotion and worship! 

This whole mess will be graduating to a major thread on this site now that Master has given me permission to reveal the truth! Brother Mason, please start writing to me directly at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com! 

Love, 

sam the faggot

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Hi Sam,

I wanted to write again because I feel more confused than ever. As of now I know I’m no longer an alpha, since I last wrote, I have served my frat friend and I can’t deny that an alpha would not do these things and it keeps playing on loop in my mind.

Earlier today  we were supposed to hit the gym together but he invited me into his room and told me “How about you just rub and massage my soles, they’re so sore”. This was the first time I’ve ever worshipped feet so I was scared but for some reason I started growing hard feeling up his feet and smelling the stench coming off. Then he took off his shirt and said “God I’m so sweaty my pits and feet are drenched wish I had something to clean it all up” and looked at me in the eyes while I was rubbing his feet but I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact. He ended up telling me “You’re so obedient because you’re a faggot who wants to be used right” and forced me to look up at him. In that moment I felt so aroused I was fighting my cock from becoming too hard that he somehow read through my masculine facade but also how easy he manhandled me. But when he kept telling me “admit you’re a faggot” and “say yes sir I’m a faggot” and “come fucking faggot just admit who youre a faggot to me” I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I felt so bad for disobeying but even though I was so turned on submitting to him I dont know if I’m a faggot. I think I enjoy submitting to strong men like him but I don’t know if I want to be a faggot or if I am close to just being a beta instead. It feels to much is happening with my identity at once and while I want to keep serving him I don’t know if I can tell him all of this. I’m scared of telling him or admitting I’m a faggot because what if he tells other people and no one ever respects me anymore. I just dont know how to satisfy my cravings as i want ti say for him because I can’t deny I got so much harder in that session worshipping me him than ever without putting my image or myself at risk. If you have any advice Sam on how to proceed I would appreciate it.

This is a second follow-up to THIS INITIAL QUESTION and then the FIRST FOLLOW-UP QUESTION. 

Well, I must tell you that this isn’t as surprising to me as it is to you. You see, this frat Alpha friend of yours knows you’re a faggot (as I said in the previous post) and he’s interested in taking ownership of you. I know how Alphas operate, so this game he’s playing with you is a bit like a cat playing with a rabbit before it eats the rabbit. 

Alphas are excellent hunters – the best on the planet, really – and you’re the most vulnerable prey imaginable … prey that refuses to acknowledge they’re prey.

This Alpha is BOLDLY confronting you about what you are, yet here you are defiantly trying to hold onto something you never had. He’s giving you an opportunity to free yourself – he’s practically BEGGING for you to do it – and you won’t take it. 

I occasionally work with @MasterA_2022 on X-Spaces to help faggots openly admit that they’re faggots, some saying it for the very first time. The results are sometimes dramatic, with faggots WEEPING after they say it to the group! 

I tell you that to let you know that I do understand your struggle. I know it’s not easy to accept. But I also know the freedom that awaits you on the other side of that admission. You’re desperately trying to maintain a façade that was never real.  

Here’s the thing: this Alpha clearly wants to free you from this burden as well. He sees what you are, what your purpose is, and how you’ve trapped yourself in lies. He’s offering a way out, a way to safely become what you were born to be. That is RARE, my friend! 

You mention that you’re afraid he might tell other people. You need to remember that he’s under the same social pressure you are (it’s just different because he’s Alpha). He likely doesn’t want it getting around that he seduced a faggot. 

Look, if you’re ever going to experience true fulfillment in your life, you must eventually trust a Man with your truth. Otherwise, you’re going to spend your life bottled-up and increasingly petrified of trying. 

You’re young now. You’re at your most energetic, vibrant, and beautiful. So is this Alpha. Now is the time to let go of stigmas and the judgments of others, and simply LIVE IN TRUTH! 

This Alpha is banging on your door. It’s time to open that door, and let him in!  

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The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Ethan’s last update detailed his first day of sexual service to his new Owner, a black God Alpha named King Karter. That first day found him doing a lot of domestic service, capped by a lengthy, brutal throat fuck and copious feeding of his new Master’s load.

And King Karter set a timetable of a week to allow Ethan (now named #5, the fifth in-house faggot owned by him) to prepare himself to be fucked. Even as someone who has been fucked many times by huge black Alphas, this promise by King Karter sounded ominous.

All week I fielded questions from a slightly-panicked Ethan, and I tried my best to keep Ethan emotionally on-track and focused on going through with this ceremonial breeding. I feel every faggot needs to be bred by Alpha cock at least once in their life in order to actually know what it’s like to surrender that most personal gift to a superior Man. Ethan wouldn’t be complete until King Karter definitively cemented his claim on his latest faggot.

But this wasn’t to be just a fuck. King Karter set out to cunt Ethan in the most dramatic way imaginable!

Prepare yourself!

I am sorry I didn’t email you last night! I meant to email you as soon as I got back to my dorm, but I felt so tired and sore, I needed to just crash! It started yesterday morning (Saturday), I went to #3’s apartment. He said he would help me prep. # 3 helped me clean shave my faggot hole, and helped me trim everything else, and clean me out and had me fuck myself with a few medium and larger dildos, to get me ready before I came to our King’s place. Then I took some time to clean out a bit more of my pussy when I got there. He also gave me some good advice, similar to yours, “Just let him take control, and submit to him, let him do what ever he wants to your body and, just submit and be the faggot you were born to be.” I thanked him for everything he has done to help me and for introducing me to King Karter.  

I got to King Karter’s place around 11 am.  After I got changed into my cage, I went to the bathroom and cleaned out one more time. I was so nervous at this point. I took my place kneeling at his chair. He was watching TV, a movie, I think. He instructed me to do a few chores, but I had to put a large plug into myself while working. He had me do it in front of him. Fucking myself a little with it, and lick it clean and sliding it back in. After cleaning and folding some of his laundry that was left by #1 from the previous day, as well as watering the plants. I was on my knees in front of him again.

He told me that after today, I will belong to him, my body and soul. That no mater where I go, who fucked my pussy, and or if he lets me go or sells me off, he will always own me. That when I comeback from the summer break I will be whored out, like the others. That he is free to sell my pussy to any alpha that wants it. I no longer have any sex rights. Whatever sex I will ever have will be at his choice and for his benefit, and that is all.

Even though I knew all this from day one and going into becoming a faggot to an Alpha like King Karter. It almost felt more real, like there was no turning back.

I kept my eyes to the floor and said, “Yes, sir, I understand.” He pullled out his already hard cock, and I helped pull his shorts down. He had me sniff his balls and pubes for a long while. All the while he was saying degrading things like “This is the smell of a real man. A faggot like me always gets high on n*ger ball sweat.” He was right, of course. It was like a High. Higher than any drug. The more I smelled and breathed in, the more I needed him, the more submissive I got. The more I needed more of it.

He had me lick his balls and his pubes. Giving him a good tongue bath. At this point, he had the bottle under my nose periodically. Taking a few hits, then hitting his pubes and licking his balls. Then a few more hits of poppers, smelling his balls, and licking and cleaning his pubic hair. As before, he liked me to look up at him. Making eye contact, and he was talking down at me. Making sure I knew my place as his pubic hair and ball cleaner. He would slap and hit the back of my head a few times, but not very hard.

Then he had me look up at him, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue. And he hit the head of his massive dick on my tongue and slid it into my mouth. I sucked on the head for a few moments then he started fucking my mouth just like the previous time, makeing me breath around his dick. Making me choke and gag on it, this time, I could tell he was a bit rougher. Hitting my head harder and putting his hands on my throat. Asking ” Do you want this N*ger Dick?” “You want me to rape you with his fat fucking Dick don’t you FAGGOT?!” and then came another slap on the face or on the back of my head. Even though he was not starting slowly like last time. I was enjoying it. I think I enjoy the rough stuff and the degradation. I can see why you, Sam, have aways said Faggots thrive on this and crave it unlike females. We faggots are born to take the aggressive alpha male instinct and for them to use us as an outlet of their sexual aggression.

I prceeed to let him throat fuck me much like the previous week. He took me to his bedroom. He had me lie on the bed with my head hanging upside down. He throat fucked me more, this time I was gagging and choking, saliva all over my face. He called me a dirty faggot, a throat pussy, and also then started punching me in my chest, abs and balls. When he would punch my in my chest and abs, it would take the breath out of me, he would often do it as he shoved his thick dick back down my throat as deep as he could go. He then pulled out and looked at me for a moment, and got his phone and took a few pics of my face upside down, sliva all over it, and a few with his thick black dick on the side of my face looking up at the phone. I wanted to object, thinking he might post them, but I remembered #3’s and your words about just submitting. I lied there, as he took a few pictures and told me I looked like such a good cock sucking faggot, he wanted to make sure we both rembered this day. Then he took his dick and put it back in my mouth about half way I could tell he was taking a few more pictures but at this point I didn’t care much. I just sucked him in more until his balls were back on my noise and feeling his head so deep down in my gulet.

He pulled me legs up and started pulling in and out my plug, while I still was lying there getting fucked down my throat.  He told me to sit up. I sat up and looked at him. he had me clean my face and lick up all the saliva. He then had my legs in the air. While he pulled the plug in and out of my pussy. Then he would stick it in my mouth to suck on it, make sure it was all clean and then put it back into my hole, he did this about 5 or so times.

He had me take 2 bottles of poppers and hit both nostrils a 4 times and lie on my back my legs up and he lubed my pussy and his thick dick up. I put the poppers down, but he told me to keep them close. Then said, “Here we go Faggot!” and then put his dick head against my pussy hole. At first, it was not bad at all. He slid the head in fairly easily. Then it started to be harder after the first few inches. Then it started hurting. I moaned and groaned, he just said. “Take it faggot, Take that N*iger cock.” and just kept pushing into me. I did not mean to, but I think I was fighting it a bit, and he slapped me hard on my face and even punched me in the eye. I think that snapped me out of it into fighting back, and then he pushed harder. He told me to breathe hard. Breath in while he slid out. And give hard breaths out while he is pushing in my pussy.  I tried very hard to do as he was instructing, and it did get a bit better, but I still didn’t know how I can take it all, I felt like it was splitting me open, like I was as wide as I can be but he kept pushing, and it kept getting deeper and wider. I looked up at him my eyes watering and he smiled and asked me if I liked being a pussy. Even though I was in pain and didn’t know if I could finish the only words that came out of me were “Yes, Yes I love being a pussy.” and I begged him to fuck me harder.  I could hardly believe I said it, it was almost not even me that said it, it was almost subconscious since almost every fiber of my being was screaming get it out of me. It felt like my mind and body were at war. When he was so deep inside of me, it felt as if he hit a wall inside of me, then he kept fucking harder and harder, and then I felt this big POP inside my guts. I felt my eyes roll in the back of my head, and it almost felt as if I was outside my body, then with a few more slaps and pounding, I was back in but almost an out-of-body experience, like I could feel what was happening but almost like it was also to someone else. It is very hard to explain but I think you have described it like that when a fag is cunted, I have never felt anything like that it was almost spiritual in a sense.  

He started picking up the pace, fucking me harder and deeper. He told me, to say to him to fuck me, to rape me. Which I repeated louder each time. Then he said with a ferm voice ” Now say, Hit me King, Hit me hard, Hurt me, Hurt this white faggot!” I was a bit scared he slowed down, and He looked like this was a test, like I had to beg him to hurt me. My hands were shaking, and I grabbed the sheets, and I said it. I think it was too soft for him, and he told me he couldn’t hear me, so I said it louder. “Say it like You mean it Faggot, so that the world could hear it, hear what you are.” I repeated it much louder over and over again, “Hit me, King Karter,” then he back-handed me so hard it stunned me. He said “Say it again faggot!” I said it again. He back-handed me again on the other cheek. I asked him to hurt me. Then he puched me in the ribs on both sides and started fucking me so hard, it was hard to breath. He grabbed my hair and kept hitting my face with his open hand. And asked me if I want this, “Is this what you want faggot? Do you want this really?!” I kept saying, “yes, yes, please, please hurt me. Hurt this white faggot!” He kept getting harder a few times, punching with his fist in my face. All the while, I just let it happen. Even though it was hurting, it was almost like I was absorbing him into me. It is hard to say, like normally, one would think you would want to fight it off or try to run. But every blow he gave me, every time his dick slid deeper in me, it was like I was obserbing a part of him. IDK,,,, I don’t know how to explain it. I mean, I guess playing football since I was like 9, so I was very accustomed to getting hit. Maybe on some level, that helped train me or help me like it or something. idk.

He pulled out of me and told me to suck him clean and with out hesitation my mouth sucked in his dick. Sucking it and loving the taste. I could defantly taste my pussy on him. I was suprised because I thought there would be blood the way he was fucking me so hard, but there wasn’t. He had me then get in doggy position my ass almost off the bed and he slide back in this time it was not hard at all, he said my pussy was gapping now. I could only imagine what it looked like, haha. He countinued to fuck me hard, pullin my hair. And hitting my sides. I kept asking him “to fuck my pussy.”  “I needed his huge black dick” “His huge N*ger meat.” now I was opening saying it without him coaching me.  He hit me in the back of the head a few times with his fist while holding my hair. And then I was only asking for him to hit me again. I think he liked that becuse he hit me harder, and picked up the fucking pace. After a few minutes, he poped his hard dick out of my cunt and told me to get it back into my mouth,  It was like somthing took over me, somthing down deep, and it was shouting begging for him to hurt me, and fuck me!  He had me suck him clean again. He fucked my throat hard, then had me get back on my back with my legs up.

He was fucking me like before my legs on his sholders, or as wide as I could spread them. He was fucking me now with out any discomfort or restaince he was sliding into my pussy easly, and it felt so good I could feel my dick so hard in my small cage it was uncomfortable but felt so good in there at the sametime. He slapped me a few times more and punched me. He just took it and I could tell he wanted me to ask for it more so I begged for it again, for him to hurt me, and he smiles and says good faggot, and hit me harder. By now, I can feel my face starting to swell up, feel all hot, and hurt a bit, but honestly, I didn’t care at all!

He asked me if I wanted his babies inside my pussy. I said, “yes” I beggeed and begged for him to fill my pussy with his black babies. He put his hand around my neck and started choking me. Not really on my wind pipe, but more on the sides of my neck, I think I might have passed out a few times, because everything would start to get black and fuzzy, and then I would notice my body shaking and spaming all of a sudden. Then he shouted, “Ohh fuck Ohh FUCK HERE IT COMES, IM GOING TO NUT IN YOUR PUSSY FAGGOT, OOhh Fuckkk!!!” and then I could feel him pumping inside of me. I could feel it hitting my insides and filling me up. I felt my eyes roll in my head again. I don’t know if it was from the lack of blood to my brain, because he was grabbing my neck hard again, or what, but again it felt as if god himself had come into my. I guess you can say he did lol!

King then collapsed on top of me, it was hard to breathe again with all his weight on me until he was able to calm down. And lay on the bed, and pulled out of me. It felt as if I was missing something, as if he pulled my soul out of my body, and I was such an empty husk. He told me to clean him off while waving his semi hard dick. I went down immediately and pulled it in my mouth and sucked and nuserd on it. Licking it clean, sucking and licking the cunt slime and sweat and seed off his pubs. I licked and cleaned every centimeter. It tasted so good. I almost forgot the emptiness inside of me. Then he pulled me back up to his pit and had me lick and smell his left armpit. He had me suck the hair, lick it and smell it.
All the same time, he would run his right hand and his fingers through my hair. And pushing my head deeper into his armpit.

He stroked my head and hair while I sucked and sniffed while he talked to me. He said I was no longer a man. He said,  “What man would let another man do that to him?” He went on while stroking my head, “No man, No Real Man, would let another man rape him like that, would let him hurt them like that, Would suck his own cunt slime off another man’s dick like that!” “That isn’t a real man, is it?” That’s when something hit me, it felt like a train hitting me. I started thinking about my life, like my family, my friends, playing football, how I act around everyone else, my future, maybe getting married, having a “normal gay family, kids,” knowing it was all a lie, that I would never have that life any more, like everyone else. And knowing what they would think if they saw what just happened. Then it felt as if a dam broke, and I started crying. I mean, I never cry! Like, I think the last time I cried like hard like this was when I was like 8 and my dog died. But since then, I never cried. Maybe teared up a bit now and then, but never really, really cried. And to be honest, it felt just like that, like someone died. King went on. “Yes Faggot, let it out! Let your fake manhood out. You were never really a real man. Just a fake one. Think how they would all look at you now, your mom, dad, and sister. Family, friends, your teammates. They wouldn’t understand the real you. This is the Real you. The real you is just a Faggot, It’s only need is to service cock, and men!” I cried harder under his armpit, “I own you now faggot, where ever you go in life, I’m in your bloodstream, I own your faggot body and you faggot soul!, What ever man or alpha ever fucks you or breeds you or owns you, it won’t matter, this faggot will always be owned by me, will belong to me, you understand that faggot!” Now  I was balling at this point. His words felt so true, but also felt like a hot knife stabbing my soul. I know what he was saying was so true! I cried and cried, his pit hair soaked in my tears. Like on cue he knew what I was thinking becuse after that he said, “That part of you that thought you were a real man, is dead now, he never really exsted he was a lie, a dead lie now, because, a real man would not let another man hit him, fuck his throat, his pussy, put a cage on his dick and dink his piss… No only faggots do that don’t they. And that is what you are, aren’t you! A Real Faggot!” I did not answer him, just nodded under his arm, and cried. He kept stroking my hair. I felt like I had a hole in my heart, in my soul, and I wanted him to fill it. All I could do was smell his scent, which almost filled that missing piece. As I calmed down he pulled me to his left peck and I sucked on it almost like nursing on it like a new born baby would to his mother. Then I could feel it, it was almost a second birth. I shuddered and spasmed. He was rubbing my back and my chest, pinching my nipples, and my face, and he had me look up at him. My eyes were almost swollen shut, well, my left side felt like it. I looked up, he wiped some of my tears on his fingers and started to lick them off, like drinking my tears, and I felt so close to him, I lay there for a few moments.

Then he got up, he told me almost coldly, like we did not share that moment, like it was all business again. He said he was going to take a shower. That I was to clean myself up, wash my body, and then strip the bed, and put it in the clothes hamper. That #1 would be there tonight to clean it. I felt so hurt like I didn’t want him to leave, like he was ripping out of my cunt again, and agian I felt so empty. He went into the shower and closed the door. I felt the empty part again, and I looked down. There was cum all over my stomach and chest. I was in such shock! I knew he came inside of me, in my pussy and at first I could not understand whos cum that was. Then I realized it must have been mine! I did not even reamber cumming. I don’t know when I did it, was it while he was fucking me, or when I was in his armpit? I was confused. But licked it up! Which got me the idea, I wanted to tast his cum so u fingered myself pushing deep inside of me and pulling as much out as I could, I put it to my mouth and sucked and sucked it tasted so good!

I did as he commanded and pulled the sheets off and cleaned up, and I uncadged myself, and got dressed. As I was finished dressing, I could hear the shower stop. Part of me wanted to stay there to see if he wanted anything else, but I thought my orders were clear and I had better go.

It takes me about 45 minutes to an hour to drive back to the dorm.  I never even turned on my phone to listen to music. I just sat there in silence.  When I was about 3/4 of the way there, I was thinking about everything that happened. Then all of a sudden it felt like I was back in his bed, under his armpit, and it felt like a big rush. I started crying again. Like a hit in the gut! Maybe not as hard as before, but still hard. I could not stop and hold it in again. I had to drive to a Target parking lot. I parked on the outside, far away from other cars. I sat there crying hard, all the feelings came back, that feeling of loss. That I will never have the life that I thought I would have, that my family wanted me to have, like having a family, being in a normal relationship (even though they thought it would be a heterosexual one) How would my family, my mom, dad, my cousins would look at me, my freinds they would never understand. What I really was. I felt like I lied all my life, and I know I guess I did. It just felt like this huge, huge, tremendous loss, like a part of my heart died that day, that afternoon.

Then, when I was starting to calm down again, after about 20 minutes, I realized my fag dick was so Rock hard in my sweats. Like my dick was harder then it ever had been, almost hurting hard. Straining, it felt so hard! I quickly pulled it out and started betting off! I shoved my fingers under me, up my hole and just imagined Kings dick inside of me again, fucking me again. I did not even think about anyone seeing me, good thing I parked away from every other cars, because I had no other thoughts at the time. I was fingering my cunt so deep, 3 fingers in and deep, and jerking!  All I could do was think of him on top of me. fucking the shit out of me hitting me, Using me and calling me names saying the most awful things about me. I even pressed my hand on my face, and slapped myself a bit, even though it hurt because it was swollen. But it didn’t matter, it just all took me back to him, and I shot a huge! HUGE! Shoot of cum all over the steering wheel and dashboard, and some even hit the whindsheild. I calmed down again, I felt so fulfilled, like this was who and what I was truly meant to be. I was so content. After a minute, I pulled up my pants and cleaned up, and started to drive off out of the parking lot.  At the light, just as you leave, I sat there. I debated whether or not I should go back to King Karters’ place. I wanted to go back so badly. It was like a magnetic pull, pulling me to him. But at the last minute, I remembered that he said to clean up and go. He did not need my services anymore. I had to fight myself on turning right instead of left. And went back to the dorm. Do you think I made the right decision? Or should I have gone back? I just felt so much that I should be back there. But I followed his orders.

I got back. I texted # 3 as soon as I got back, but he was working, so I had to wait until this morning to talk to him. I also had intended to email you as soon as I got home, but I was so tired and sore, I needed to go to bed, and didn’t have a chance until this afternoon.

This is about as extraordinary of an account of cunting as I’ve ever read (and maybe anyone has ever experienced!). It’s pretty clear that King Karter knows EXACTLY what he’s doing when he fucks faggots!

I must say that King Karter has his faggots trained very well. I loved that #3 took the time to help Ethan prep for his cunting session! Faggot cooperation in a house doesn’t always happen naturally. It’s clear that all of the faggots belonging to King Karter obey him to the letter!

As described by Ethan, King Karter has expert technique when it comes to manipulating the faggot into a position (physically and mentally) to be penetrated and used. It was perfect the way King Karter kept talking to Ethan and keeping him distracted while at the same time getting his giant dick lubed up for fucking.

Like many black Alphas, King Karter predictably loves lots of verbal (and race play). Race play is good to use on a faggot because it shocks them and makes them off-balance. We are naturally scared to call a black Alpha a “nigger”, so it’s hard to do. But this tremolo of fear makes the fuck even more intense.

I was quite upset at how badly King Karter beat Ethan during the fuck. I’m sure I understand why Ethan needs to be punched in the eyes to the point of nearly being swollen shut, especially when he’s severely vulnerable. But of course, I’m not a Man nor an Alpha, and I’m not violent in any way. How could I understand? I just wish it didn’t need to happen.

The cunting itself was almost textbook: Ethan’s shaking, the inner convulsions, the spontaneous orgasm, the delirium, and the dramatic bursting into tears.

What was most beautiful was the aftercare King Karter provided Ethan in those moments after the cunting. He anticipated it! By allowing his newly-cunted faggot to comfort itself in the scent of his armpit, King Karter proved what a skilled and intelligent Master he truly is!

Ethan had a few post-cunting questions for me:

My first question: Why didn’t I feel it when I came? This was the first time I came in chastity, so I don’t know if that is what made it feel different or when a faggot is cunted does cumming feel different then just jerking off?

The answer to this question involves the involuntary clenching of muscles while having the internal orgasm common during cunting. In that moment, a faggot is only half-present/conscious, so an orgasm is the last thing on the faggot’s mind. When there is such profound sensory overload, the ruined ejaculate of a faggot’s cock is the last thing anybody’s thinking about!

Sam, the other question is about aftercare. Is it normal for faggots to cry like that and so hard. Also, why did I need to cry again when I was driving home? Did I not let it all out while I was with my King? Was I holding back from him? Do you think I got it all out now? I think I got it all out, especially the second time. But I thought so the first time, too. Was there something I was missing or lacking? Do you think I will act like that all the time or at least the first few times? I do not want to seem like an even weaker faggot then I already am in front of my King?

Thank you, Sam!
-#5

Ethan’s sudden outburst of tears is a common side-effect of cunting. King Karter anticipated it, and provided aftercare. In other words, I don’t think it offends King Karter at all.

The theories around why faggots cry once they’re cunted are many and varied. I felt like crying after it happened to me the first time mainly because it scared me so much that I felt a breathless exhilaration. Other faggots have expressed feeling overwhelming gratitude for the gift of being cunted and that feeling made them cry. Some have said that they cried over the fact that they can never go back and be a Man ever again.

Like I said, every faggot comes away with a different perspective!

As I was writing this, Ethan wrote to me and said the following:

I have also been thinking about it all today. I think another reason I was emotional was that I finally felt like I belonged somewhere and to someone, like I don’t have to worry about anything anymore. Like, he will take the responsibility off my hands. Help me make choices such as making sure I am on Prep and to stay in school and get the best education. Even though most people would say they would not want someone to tell them what to do or who and when to have sex with, like I don’t have to worry about it.  About getting turned down. or having to date someone that I always fight with. And I feel like he will take care of me. #3 told me since meeting King, his life is so much clearer, and he has a lot less stress because he leaves most big decisions in his life to King Karter, and #3 says he always knows the best answers to solve a problem. King Karter will make the distinctions for me, and I think that makes it life a bit easier. I know some people would not understand. In a way, it also helps take some pressure off me, you know. I think that was another part of it, too. 

Is it normal for someone to cry twice like I did? Why do you think I had that reaction so much later on? And do you think that part is over? I won’t be emotional like that every time, right? I think  I am still processing it, even though it was a few days ago. Every time I do, I have this strong need to go back there and get on my knees for him, but  I am not scheduled to do it. until this weekend.  

Thanks, Sam, I didn’t think it was such mind mind-blowing account. I thought you would have heard almost everything by now. 

I think Ethan makes a great point here. Faggots are not really designed to be autonomous and thinking for themselves. There is a lot of pressure on a free-range faggot, pressure it is not capable of handling well. Having a Master as capable as King Karter provides a faggot like Ethan security and direction.

Ethan asks if this kind of crying is “normal”. When it comes to cunting, one must toss “normal” aside! The most important aspect of being cunted is that the faggot loses itself and surrenders to the “normal” sensations of its body in that moment.

Cunting is something deeply intimate that a Master shares with his faggot, and a faggot shares with its Master. An Alpha that cunts his faggot reaches the deepest part of his faggot and plucks a string inside it, setting off a chain reaction of wondrously harmonious music that cascades through the faggot’s body and mind and releases all of the treasures hidden within.

Like a musical lock, picked by an Alpha’s cock.

Last Saturday, King Karter emptied Ethan’s vault in the most dramatic of ways!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Master Anthony is one of the most extraordinary finds since this site has been rebuilt. A straight Alpha with movie star good looks and an effervescent joy of Alphahood radiating from him, Master Anthony has no problem pulling women and fucking them.

But his life took a radical turn when his friend Fabien unexpectedly submitted to him and offered himself as his personal faggot. Since that moment, an entire new world of absolute power opened up to him and he has ascended to levels of glory and pleasure that he ever imagined was possible.

All because he took ownership of a great faggot like Fabien!

Like any growing God Alpha, Master Anthony has been training his lieutenant Alphas of his Alpha Pack how to own and use their own faggots, and some of them have taken to ownership with just as much eagerness as Master Anthony! Two of his best Alpha friends, Henri and Charles, have taken faggots of their own and are also growing powerful under Master Anthony’s guidance. It’s been incredible to witness!

Master Anthony recently went on vacation with these two Alphas, and they were accompanied by their three faggots (Fabien, Clement, and Basile). Fabien already wrote about this trip RIGHT HERE, but Master Anthony wanted to add some Alpha perspective about the trip.

As always, it’s invaluable insight into the Alpha psyche:

Hey boy!

I saw that Fabien told you about our wonderful last vacation! My bros and I have had such a great time, playing, swimming, surfing, flirting and fucking girls, and ordering around three slaves at our beck and call! 

You know, I can’t believe I’m saying that, but I think I truly love my house slave. He and I are a perfect symbiosis. He obeys my every wish, every gesture, every glance. Often, he even knows what I want before I say it, even before I know it myself! I love being bossy and pushy with him, but I can’t help showing him affection now and then. Hey, a superior man like me has also some tenderness in him! It’s only right that I care for my devoted, hard working serving boy!

Yesterday, as I was fucking him hard, face to face, I leaned over his face and gave him a true French kiss. The poor boy was in complete shock! I laughed so hard seeing him completely in ecstasy, all he could say was “Oh God, God, God…”  So fucking adorable!

Oh and by the way, some days ago, as I was having breakfast in bed, Fabien gave a big loving kiss to my toe and said “That’s from my big brother Sam who sends his adoration for you, Master”. You inferior males are so funny! You wish so hard you could be serving me and worshipping me hey, sam? Well, keep praising my glory, I like that. You’re a good boy!

It’s impossible to not love Master Anthony. He’s so confident in everything that he does that he can do something like French kiss his faggot while he’s fucking him and it’s just play. He’s still the same straight Alpha he was before he took ownership of Fabien. This is simply a natural extension of his growing power, which he shrugs off with an affability that is almost confounding. He’s something absolutely unique!

I questioned Master Anthony about his development of fellow Alphas Henri and Charles. He responded beautifully:

Henri and Charles are LOVING having slaves as much I as do! And yeah I like to encourage them to try new things. Thank to me they tested the position of stomping on the head of a submissive while fucking it! That’s one of my favorites! 

I also introduced Charles to double penetration with his slave. It was cool, especially as his (faggot) needs to be put in line a bit LOL

My favorite moment was with two chicks brought back from the beach. One kissed my mouth, another worshipped my cock, while two stooges (faggots) licked my feet! I felt crazy! In such moments, I realize I’m really a God!

I LOVE TO BE A MAN ! 

I cannot tell you how blessed I feel as both a student and teacher of Hierarchy to know a young God Alpha like Master Anthony. He’s so open and honest and full of life and power. He’s just a breathtaking example of how hierarchy transforms straight Alphas into more than they could ever know otherwise!

I’m so proud of him, and also to be his!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I love having God Alphas hovering over this site like mighty eagles. It makes me feel safe, but also constantly on high alert. I’m already a pretty conscientious, hard-working faggot, but these great Alphas keep me on my toes and force me to elevate my standards!

Of these, Master Toople is unparalleled. His vast level of real-world experience as an Alpha Master, coupled with an expressive, precise intellect, make him the perfect counterpoint to my own insights.

I knew the recent “Question From Readers” post from Master Aiden regarding his hierarchical struggles with a college Alpha named Master Ray (CLICK HERE) was something Master Toople would understand.

And sure enough, he appeared with this:

Aiden has already replied, but I do want to give my comments. Aiden has fallen into the complacency trap. An alpha presence turns inferior males on, it’s instinctual for both alphas and fags. We are admired and served and worshipped. However, that doesn’t mean alphas should sit back and expect fags to fall into our laps and onto our cocks. Aiden seems to have lapsed in that. He owned Jack and Leo, but seemed to not have done enough to keep them as his own.

I guarantee that any god alpha, any apex alpha, doesn’t wait. We TAKE and we ACT. We control, we persuade, we care, we break. Verbal and non-verbal commands are our tool and weapon, and if we don’t use it, fags won’t respond. My presence is overwhelmingly constant on my fag’s will, mind and body, at all times even when I am not physically there. They should crave, anticipate, want, and always still have some measure of disbelief at my sheer dominance.

Some alphas are unaware of the dominance sleeping inside of them until they are introduced to it. Ray clearly never experienced the heat of owning and exerting power of other males until now. He was awakened. And quickly rose to what he was entitled to. And Aiden, who introduced him to it, is now both confused and wary of Ray’s sudden rise.

Alphas are naturally competitive. We are territorial. We share, but we own. When two alphas meet who do not mesh well or respect each other, there is always a power struggle until one settles under the other. I cannot count how many alphas, proud and virile, have submitted after such a struggle. How having holes of their own to use didn’t stop them shaking as my cock filled their holes to breaking point. How many of their own fags I have returned, worn out and gratified beyond their capabilities.

If Aiden wishes to reclaim his masterhood, he needs to work on his intent, be demanding, and make his brand of alphahood something his fags would tremble for. Clearly Ray possesses something he doesn’t. But hierarchy cares not for feelings, only qualities. Aiden needs to choose. Should he feel proud of awakening another alpha, feeling proud of ‘raising’ another powerful male who has grown past himself? Should he feel jealous and concerned of his own alphahood being swallowed up? That is up to him. Some of my alphas who I have broken have rebuilt themselves and learnt from how I use and control them. They return to their own fags full of vigour and will, in full knowledge that they themselves will be on their knees in front of me.

Aiden has that chance to show he is still an alpha, but to also find his place amongst the hierarchy of alphas.

This post above by Master Toople should be taught in a class for Alphas. It strikes at the central power struggle always occurring within the Alpha hierarchy. It also underlines certain values and emotions that Alphas feel that the rest of us (including me) are not privy to know. Re-read it carefully, and you will have a deeper understanding of the glory as well as the burden Alphas carry with them.

These power struggles between Alphas are part of the “sharpening” process the Bible hinted at long ago. “As iron sharpens iron, so one Man sharpens his friend.” (Proverbs 27: 17) Alphas might clash like two mighty hippopotamuses, jaws wide and roaring, their power and rage apparent to all, but finish side-by-side, panting and laughing like warrior brothers.

Because that is what they are: warrior brothers.

In the end, the small skirmishes between Alphas pale in comparison to the greater glory of ruling the world together, shoulder-to-shoulder. Of being worshiped together by the same flock of inferiors, females, betas, and faggots, all at their feet.

And above these warrior brothers are even mightier God Alphas like Master Toople, who keeps watch over the entirety of his domain, shepherding them by the light of his own vision.

Hierarchy works!

Hi Sam,

My name is Brandon and I’m a 21yo guy who’s recently become more sexually active. I have a decently muscular body and a pretty big dick(~7.5-8in). I’ve begun to notice a trend with the guys I’m sleeping with. Almost as soon as undress they all start acting more like bottoms? They always start worshipping my body and beg to suck my cock/fuck them.

I’ve never really thought of myself as “Alpha” or had the impulse to don other guys before. But I will say it does feel nice to be worshiped. So my question for you Sam is, do you think I’m an Alpha or is this just benefits of being hung?

Hello, Sir! Thank you very much for writing!

At this point, it’s pretty clear you’re receiving the benefits of being hung, but that’s only a benefit if you’re a total top without any interest in sucking dick or being fucked. Otherwise, that wouldn’t be a benefit, right? Since you didn’t really clarify your interests, I can’t really determine much more than that.

But let’s assume that your statement “benefits of being hung” indicates that you are, indeed, a total top.

The question of whether or not you’re Alpha involves more math than (big dick = Alpha). Alphahood does not depend on dick size. A Man is Alpha because of the qualities he has INSIDE, not outside. 

Despite your nice body, handsome face, and big dick, you have some aspects that make me question your qualifications as an Alpha. For instance, you have a very limited sexual history until now (which would be weird for a well-hung Alpha). You also mention that you’ve never felt the urge to dominate others … again, that’s not typically an Alpha quality.

So I can’t really come to a conclusion on the question of your Alphahood, Sir. I don’t have enough information to do so. However, I’m rooting for you! You seem like you’d make a great Protector Alpha if it ends up fully manifesting in you! Thank you, Sir! 

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This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I get many questions from faggots about the service of straight Alphas. I always warn them – you can definitely serve straight Alphas, but don’t expect it to last forever and definitely do not fall in love. It’s almost guaranteed that the straight Alpha will eventually fall in love with a female and leave the faggot behind.

But occasionally love has erupted between an Alpha and his faggot. In the five years of this blog, I’ve witnessed two marriages between Alphas and their faggots. So ultimately, it’s possible that love can occur.

But the letter I received from a faggot brother named Jamie really blew me away and destroyed any preconceptions I had about the potential of the straight Alpha/faggot dynamic. You see, Jamie met and began to serve a straight Alpha named Dino, and now 15 years later they are married!

The letter Jamie wrote to me is so breathlessly adoring of Alpha Dino (even after all of these years) that I had to re-read it a second time to absorb it all. It is one the greatest love letters I think I’ve ever read.

I’ll get out of the way and let James tell the story:

I first saw Alpha Dino at a friend’s home. He was staying with them while separated from his wife. He emerged from a shower and walked through the room on his way out. He had dark hair, blue eyes, dozens of tattoos, and a body to die for. He only had on jeans, tiny streams of water still adorning his body. Our eyes met and I immediately cast my gaze down, said hello, and tried not to orgasm. He was AWESOME. He grinned a tiny bit and went to his room. I told my friend, “I’m having that “. He said, “No, He’ll KILL you. He’s just out of jail and I’ve seen him beat men bigger than you down for just looking at Him.” I said, ” then I’ll die happy.”.

I stayed the night KNOWING that something would happen and sure enough at 6 AM there’s a knock on my door. It’s the Master. We started to talk and I was just honest about who I am and what I could be for him. We talked for 7 hours without stopping, discussing our past and present. At that time I just thought I could be his side piece and that He’d go back to the wife. I had yet to realize my true calling of faggot. He still had the attitude of Alpha Male but had been beaten down by so many women that He lacked confidence. His wife constantly undermined things like His dick size ( 9 x 5 wasn’t big enough for her) his looks ( He’s the most handsome Alpha I have ever seen) sex takes too long (when Daddy gets horned up he goes for hours and fills his bitch with several juicy loads) etc… so even though He hadn’t realized His Alpha potential, I did. Just as immediately He saw I was a faggot when I didn’t yet know my destiny.

So He decided to give a fag a try, only because I was a faggot who immediately worshiped him and because I was good for his self-esteem. He said we’d have a date. We rented a hotel room for after dinner but we never left that night. He was showering and commanded me to get in with him. He made me wash his Holy body. He got out, barked at me to hurry and wash and get the fuck in bed. I did. We got high and I worshiped his body for 4 hours. He refused to cum. I thought I might die. After lying awake at His feet watching Him sleep for 2 hours I put His dirty boxers up to my nose and mouth and went to sleep. In a while, I was awakened by His foot gently kicking my head. It was obvious I had cried myself to sleep. He grinned and told me to come to Him. He asked what the problem was and when I told him that I realized after our session that I knew I belonged to Him, that I was created for Him. I told Him His cum was all that I needed to be whole, to become everything that I needed to be, that His cum was sacred, it gave life, and how blessed I would be if He chose to gift me with it. He grinned and punched me in the chest. I came INSTANTLY and He became very serious. He told me He hadn’t cum because He hadn’t fucked me. He never came in a mouth because He came so much nobody ever wanted it. Girls had thrown up trying to take his cum, the few who even wanted to try. Never a cum freak I nonetheless told Him it was my destiny to be His and that meant swallowing every precious drop of His sacred cum. As a matter of fact, I had, overnight, developed an overwhelming NEED for every liquid from His omnipotent body. He ordered me to ” go get my fucking cum then cunt.” This Alpha Man/God shot a load like I never had before and I totally became his. I choked and swallowed, He growled and cursed and held me on it, forcing me to take it all.

Then the REAL sex and dominance began. He spent the next 19 hours fucking my face, cunting me for the first time, and showing me that I now belonged to him. That was 15 years ago and I still worship my Alpha God daily. I could count on 2 hands the days He hasn’t gifted me, blessed me with his gigantic load. I am proud to say I know what every inch of my Master’s body looks like, smells like, and tastes like. I am a lucky faggot. It was a VERY rough road for us. The situation fucked with Daddy’s head for years but we both finally found our path as Alpha Male and faggot (now I’m a faggot wife) I have His name, his seed, and His domineering love. Whether He makes love to me, fucks me, rapes and beats me, or just allows me to worship Him until He has no more cum to spray into me, I am truly blessed. He owns my soul. I am His…

I am truly blessed.  One of the best things about my Daddy is his ability to shoot a load and just keep on going. I am such a happy faggot. I am sure we’re not the typical Alpha and fag because of our different life experiences. He truly is a straight Alpha Male who just happens to love a submissive faggot. Not many people understand that He’s still straight. I did get permission to say this. When He decided that I could be one of His holes He was still fucking women, as a Stud should be doing.

But after about 5 years He decided no cunt but me would be allowed to have His cum because it so SO Sacred so He started keeping His used rubbers, tied up and tucked under His nuts for warmth, and bringing them home to lucky me. While I hate to admit I wished that He’d stop seeing women I knew an Alpha deserved to fuck ANY cunt that He wanted. The fact He was gifting me with His cum instead of them told me lots about His feelings for me. I tell you the 1st time he did that I worshiped Him until He had no more cum. We found out that when cum is depleted, then blood oozes out. I had my Alpha God’s sweat, cum, piss, spit, AND blood that night. That was also after the first night He allowed His fucktard cumhole to sleep wrapped in His hard, Macho arms. Now I am allowed to sleep in bed with Him most of the time. Sometimes I sleep at His feet which is very satisfying.  I belong at His feet  and sit on the floor between His legs unless i am busy caring for Him. Sometimes He allows me to sleep with my face in His junk when I have been a good bitchboy.  When I have been stupid or bad I might get smacked or punched or kicked. If I am VERY bad He will make me stand on my knees in the bathroom and watch him piss into the empty tub where I would usually sit and then rub out one one his huge loads and wash it down the sink instead of feeding me.

After 15 years I am His in every way. Thanks to our marriage He now LEGALLY owns me, I have his name, and I have worked my way up His relationship chart. That means from our 1st meeting I was his hole to cum in. That is the bottom rung. Next reward is being His cunt, then His bitch, then His boy, then His baby, and at last His wife. But as He says almost daily, just because I have made it to wife I should never forget that, at my base I am nothing but his hole to cum in. Nothing in this world could make me feel so complete, so at peace as knowing I am my ManGod’s hole to cum in. my life’s purpose is fulfilled.  I am His fag.

P.S. Don’t think it’s been an easy life. Our 1st year or 2 were VERY dark ones. It’s a wonder I am still alive to tell my story. Daddy was, and is, a REAL Man. He’s a thug, He’s been in prison, He’s beaten 5 men at one time with me watching. He’s beaten me badly, there have been separations, misunderstandings, and lots of drugs and sex and bodily fluids PUMPED into me–all of it His–but it was all worth my reward, Him. I only pray that I have been the best cumwhore and perverted dirty bitch that I could possibly be because that’s what my God deserves–the BEST!   

It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?

I absolutely loved the eruption of passion between these two from the start. Sometimes it overtakes us, doesn’t it? This awesomely-powerful straight Apex Alpha saw the worship he wanted in the eyes of this helpless faggot, and simply took it.

I also loved the bit where Alpha Dino would fuck a female and tuck the used condom under his balls to keep it warm so he could feed it to his faggot when he got home. So powerful!

Jamie has hinted that Alpha Dino might be willing to talk to me (apparently he is the strong, silent type) which thrills me to no end. I adore talking to straight Alphas about their road to faggot ownership, but this case is extra special because of the long marriage. I really hope he manages to give me some time!

I don’t know if this example helps or hurts the multitude of faggots hoping for something like this for themselves. I guess the lesson is that you never know what might happen whenever you meet an Alpha, but nothing will ever happen if you don’t submit and offer yourself. Jamie offered himself, and now he lives a dream with a God!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a little while since I’d heard anything from Fabien and his Master, Anthony. I figured they were just enjoying their blessed young lives and exploring their Hierarchical roles and all of the wonders that come from them. It’s easy to get caught up in the fast-moving life of Alphahood!

But today Fabien reappeared with an exciting update in his service to Master Anthony! Read this:

I’ve just returned from a wonderful week at the seaside. Anthony took a week’s vacation in a sea-front villa with two friends, Henri and Charles. Each of them took a slave: so I was part of the trip, along with Clément and a guy named Basile, a thirty-something bartender from a bar frequented by Anthony’s Alpha Pack.

A week of vacation for the Alpha Masters, a week of hard work for the inferior males, as it should be! With Clément and Basile, we were there to take care of packing, cleaning, running errands, cooking and so on. And of course, be there for body worship and sexual service when needed! Which wasn’t all the time, because of course they flirted and fucked a lot of pretty young girls. But you know Alphas: once they’ve had a sexual taste of faggot, they just can’t give it away!

When we arrived, Anthony said, “Fabien, you’re in charge of the servile staff.” So I did my best to coordinate and schedule our duties! It wasn’t always easy, managing to stay out of the way of the Masters and not disturb them while they were having a good time together, while at the same time taking care of all the household chores and making sure that at least one of us was always at their beck and call, ready to satisfy their every wish, but I think we did pretty well!

I also had to mentor Basile. He’s a gay guy who’s been subjugated by the Alpha Pack but hasn’t yet fully assimilated his destiny as a slave to Superior Men. I’d heard before from Anthony and Charles that Basile can be a bit of a drama queen and a whiner. The kind that sometimes thinks he’s his Master’s boyfriend and who indulges in his own fantasies. So I showed him and explained the Slave Charter. I repeated the same lessons I had taught Clément. “Be very attentive to what your Master likes, be proactive and try to anticipate his needs and desires. Keep in mind: it is all about him! Always put him first, put your own wishes a very distant second.”

The three of us serving boys slept in the basement, which we converted into a dormitory. Every evening, when we were together, I encouraged them and reminded them of our brotherhood. I told them : “We must stick together and help each other to deal with Alpha Men. We live in their world, but we can find our place in it, at their feet!”

On the last evening, yesterday, while my two brothers were packing for departure, Anthony wanted me to stay with the Masters while they watched TV. Of course, I sat silently at their feet while they laughed and chatted. Anthony stroked my hair for a long time. I felt so good, like my God’s beloved dog!

I’ve loved serving all three of them all week, but I have to say: no foot is better to lick and no cock is better to suck than Anthony’s!

I love that Master Anthony has been busy building his Alpha pack, and through the sheer force of his personal power and influence he’s gotten his Alpha brothers Henri and Charles to take ownership of personal faggots of their own! This is the first I’ve heard about Charles, but I’m assuming he’s straight like Anthony and Henri. But, as any regular reader here knows, when straight Alphas try faggot service they almost always love it and want it as a regular part of their lives for good.

In Master Anthony I see continued deepening affection for his faithful faggot, too. The petting, the kind words, the privileges he bestows on him … it all speaks to the type of greater Alpha he is destined to become.

But as proud I am of Master Anthony’s growth and power, I’m even prouder of my wondrous little brother Fabien! He has become completely devoted to serving his Master daily, but he has ascended up the faggot hierarchy to become a mentor faggot to his brothers. He takes great pride in coaching these faggots on not only technique, but also the mental/emotional qualities needed to be a valuable faggot.

It’s pretty clear new fag Basile has much training ahead of him. He would be wise to listen to Fabien’s direction!

Notice Fabien’s exceptional mentality in this follow-up in our conversation today:

Yeah Anthony now openly displays his affection for me. You can imagine how insanely proud and happy that makes me. But I discipline myself to not take anything for granted, to remind myself that his affection is a generous gift that I must earn every second by focusing on him and his happiness.

I am confident that Charles and the Alpha Pack will eventually break Basile. And when they do, I’ll be there to comfort him and help him fully embrace the blessing of servitude to Superior Men.

Fabien is the kind of faggot any Alpha would kill to own. His kind of selfless submission is a rare and beautiful one of such high value that he bejewels every part of Master Anthony’s life.

I really hope the gift of Fabien’s lesson is not lost on the faggots reading it. Let it inspire you to take action, fully embrace what you are, and surrender to it completely. Only then will you know the joy of fulfillment Fabien has today!

Thank you, Fabien! I love you!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The transformation of straight Master Mike has been pretty astounding, but unsurprising. Over the years I have witnessed many powerful straight Alphas profoundly changed by the ownership of a good faggot; think of Masters Jin, Nick, and Matt from Canada, just to name a few. These straight Alphas come to understand that a faggot truly fulfills certain aspects of their Alphahood that cannot be accessed any other way, and so they become protective of it the same way they protect their faithful dog or their prized car.

When I first met Master Mike, he had been Benjamin’s good friend for many years and was just beginning to accept and understand Benjamin’s purpose as a faggot. In other words, there was already a friendship there, but he was now shifting the focus of the friendship towards one of service and ownership. This is often a difficult transition, but things seemed to be moving along orderly.

But then something recently happened to awaken Master Mike’s protective instincts, and like any great Protector Alpha, he moved quickly to fix it. Read on:

It has been a busy couple of weeks. Thought I would reach out to catch you up now everything is settled down. Benji is now fully moved in with me. The lease on his flat will be up at the end of next month but we moved his stuff into my spare room. If you remember the dickhead who was trying to get to him? The one who was at my Alpha party and tried to order him around. Well he didn’t take the hint when I told him to fuck off and leave Benji alone. I don’t know how he found out where it was but he turned up at Benji’s work (my guess is LinkedIn) one afternoon and followed Benji home. We didn’t realise this. Cut 3 days later when Benji was at my place cleaning. His phone starts going off with his doorbell camera. The fucker spent 30 mins knocking at the door and asking to be let in. We have passed it to the police along with the texts. But Benji didn’t feel safe in his home so he permanently lives with me now. I don’t think any normal man would not leap at the offer of a live in housecleaning cooking double ended fleshlight lol. And if he is here I can keep him safe.

The sexual service has carried on. It doesn’t seem to matter how rough you get with a fag. They just take it and seem to love it. Benjis blowjobs have become an almost religious worship of my Alphahood rather than serving and swallowing. I also didn’t think it would be so much fun milking his faggot loads out of him. Thank you so much for your tip on faggot maintenance. Once a week he is tied down and uncaged. I finger his cunt till he cums and make him lick it up. He is permitted to clean himself and the cage under my supervision. And then it is back on. It is definitely going to be one of the things I teach the guys once we have sorted out some more faggots for the group. We have an audition next Sunday. Little local faggot (let’s call him Timmy). Just a poker night for us while Benji shows him the ropes. Might be fun for the guys to have a faggot ass I let them fuck too. Benji is mine. Timmy will be communal. Do you think that will cause a hierarchy between the faggots? Or do they only form between men with faggots as one bottom tier?

It’s so thrilling to me to hear how swiftly and decisively Master Mike acted in order to secure the safety of his faggot! It sounds like this other dude was pretty unhinged, and Benji is a helpless faggot who could’ve been hurt … or worse. I hate to even think about it!

But that is really what great Protector Alphas do – they act as a righteous buffer against toxic masculinity. They do this, not by being pussified, touchy-feely versions of Alphas, but rather by being a sort of ultimate warrior shielded by nobility and virtue and truth. Think Superman, without the tights. They truly are the real-life superheroes of our broken world.

Meanwhile, Master Mike is now enjoying full-time service of a talented and devoted faggot like Benji, and he loves it! I knew that Master Mike would eventually get to this point. All cocky, powerful Alphas like him eventually understand that they deserve such treatment. Also, the convenience of having a throat or a hole to fuck at any moment is beyond tempting for any Man. I found it funny that Master Mike mentioned the fact that faggots can be pounded brutally without complaint, but rather that brutality is met with enthusiasm. It’s just how we are wired.

But Master Mike is now plotting to become a mentor to his Alpha Pack brothers by teaching them the wonders of faggot ownership/use. This is a step toward God Alphahood, and I’m curious to see how this plays out. Typically, this is not a difficult process as long as the Alpha in the mentorship role is deeply respected and revered as I suspect Master Mike is.

Master Mike finished his latest story with this amusing anecdote:

Benji does seem very eager to give blowjobs. He also seems to be able to make me cum in about 5 mins but chooses to take as much time as I will give him. Had him suck me off for literally the whole of the Return of the King extended edition. Wanted to see when he would get bored but he didn’t let up. Kept it feeling good while not finishing me off.

Faggots have always surprised straight Alphas with our endurance and our eagerness to please. And every time I hear that, I smile. When will straight Alphas learn that faggots are BORN to serve them just the way they’ve always wanted?

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Much like the previous version of this site (FagsWorshipAlphas), there are God Alphas always hovering over HierarchyUniversity.com. They watch carefully, studying what I say here and thoughtfully consider the comments and experiences left here by others. When necessary, they make their opinions known to me if they think I need adjustment or encouragement. It’s a presence I’ve always felt and appreciated, even if it caused me some level of anxiety. As a faggot, I desperately want to please these greatest Men and make them proud.

One of my favorite God Alpha mentors is the glorious Asian Alpha Master Toople. He always has an opinion about Hierarchy given the fact that he’s been a leader and breeder in it for so many years now. He and I have had many productive and enlightening conversations about aspects of hierarchy and the ownership of faggots since my return last year, and I consider him to be one of my most cherished and vital voices.

He read THIS POST about the experience of a faggot named Tyler and two very different Alphas, and it definitely triggered him to write about it. Here’s what Master Toople had to say:

I saw your post about Steve and Tyler and wanted to comment. Adam is no Alpha. Or if he is, he is a pre-alpha, with much to learn. As much as I enjoy the service of my fags and sluts, and revel in the physically and aggressively overpowering them into limp ragdolls, they are never worthless to me.

My sluts and fags have placed their trust in me to control, own, and master them. That is not just merely my right, but also my responsibility. As much as I have the alpha need to dominate and demand worship, there is also the masculine drive to protect what is mine. To ensure that there is no doubt or regret in their body or mind that they are MINE to be used. Each brutal takedown. Each powerful rutting. Each ruthless breeding. I know my own monstrous strength and libido, and how brutishly demanding it is on my fags to take my colossal cock and aggressive physical pounding of their bodies and holes. I take pride in overwhelming them, and rewarding their service with satisfying my alpha ardor inside of them.

I was born to rule. To be worshipped. To subjugate and own through my intensity and power. But with that power comes responsibilities. Cunting out my fags means I have accepted their service, and with that, guiding them to my aspect of god alphahood.

That’s what I wanted to say. These are things I didn’t think needed to be put into words. It is as natural to me as breathing, as natural as my cock belongs inside a warm snug hole, as natural as depositing my seed in inferior fags. Natural born alphas and those of us who sit at the top instinctively understand it.

I love the fact that Master Toople appreciates the responsibility Alphas (particularly God Alphas) have for their faggots. Whether the Alpha is gay or straight is immaterial. Any Alpha who owns and uses faggots has a responsibility to train, guide, discipline, and comfort them.

It’s easy for an irresponsible Man to use an inferior and toss it away. But it takes something more for a Man to consider the needs of the weak inferiors they’re using, to make them better, to comfort them if they’re hurt through use, to make them feel like valued property.

Master Toople is a foremost user of faggots. He fucks and breeds faggots the way hurricanes crush cities, and nobody would ever dispute that he has the right to do so given his God Alpha status.

But he personally places responsibility upon himself to care for his faggots, to train them and comfort them. He recognizes that he is strong where they are weak, and like any superhero would do, he steps in to right wrongs and lift up the broken.

I really wish more Alphas understood this concept as well as Master Toople does! Taking responsibility as the leader and owner of faggots (or females) should always be the most important aspect of being both an Alpha and a Man!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of an Alpha named Moby who has slowly ascended to become the Master of Johnny, his submissive boyfriend of two years. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

As someone who has been teaching Hierarchy online day and night for most of ten years, I’ve been frustrated by the persistent emphasis on the fetishistic and the aggressiveness of the movement. Yes, I know it’s hot … but so much more is possible. I know, because I’ve been fortunate to experience those deeper levels, and I’ve always endeavored to feature true stories that go beyond the surface hierarchical power dynamics.

My brother Johnny has been in a relationship with his boyfriend Moby for two years, and over that time Moby has become more dominant while Johnny has likewise developed submissively. Master Moby has been methodical in his claiming of Johnny, leading him step by step down the inevitable path to his final purpose as Master Moby’s prized and beloved faggot.

I know little about the full extent of this process, but what I’ve seen has been glorious.

Here’s Johnny’s beautiful new update:

Hi Sam,

It’s been a few weeks since I last wrote, and so much has changed—in the best, kinkiest ways possible. I really appreciate your response and feedback. You encouraged me to accept Moby’s offer and explore things further.

Moby and I have been diving deeper into our dynamic. He’s taken a more guiding hand in shaping how I see myself and my body—and honestly? I’ve never felt more seen. Now all of my focus is on His cock. Although I’m still as horny as I ever was before (if not more so), I think I’m slowly finding other outlets to express my pent-up horniness. One of the newest things He introduced was laser hair removal. He thought it would help me feel even more like the soft, submissive boy I’m becoming for Him. So, with my full excitement (and nerves), we started the process. Legs, stomach, butt, pubes—everything below the eyebrows and above the neck—it’s all smooth now. After the third session, I caught myself admiring the mirror. I looked… owned. And I loved it. There’s no hair left. It almost makes me look prepubescent now.

The chastity cage has become a constant now. We’ve made it a little ritual: every couple of days when we shower together, Moby unlocks me, takes His time washing me with these slow, deliberate strokes, calling my locked-up penis my “nub”—a word that’s strangely grown on me. At first, it made me blush with embarrassment. But now, when He looks me in the eyes and says, “My sweet little nub doesn’t need attention,” I melt. It’s not degrading—it’s affirming. He knows how I want to be seen even when I don’t.

I’ve even started using numbing cream sometimes before locking back up—at Moby’s suggestion. It takes the edge off the ache, dulls the need a little. Makes me forget my dick entirely. And when I forget it, all I think about is Him. His pleasure. His body. His control. The few times when Moby unlocks me for a cleaning now, it almost feels uncomfortable. My…nub…has started to feel so sensitive, especially when the streams of water hit it from the shower head. I almost start begging Moby to put the cage back on right away so that things feel “normal” again.

There was one morning, after showering together, that Moby decided to leave the cage off to 1) let my nub breathe a bit, and 2) He had ordered a new, smaller cage which was going to arrive later that evening. He noticed a few days prior that I wasn’t completely filling in my previous cage which would cause my nub to grow semi-hard and cause me pain. He decided a smaller chastity cage would do me better. I remember feeling SO uncomfortable that entire day until the new cage arrived. It was extremely overstimulating feeling my dick rub against the inside of my briefs underwear—something I haven’t felt in a long time. I took a sigh of relief when Moby finally slipped the new cage on. I was at home again,

Moby also surprised me with something wild—a make-a-willy replica of Himself. An exact silicone version of His dick, down to every curve and vein. He handed it to me with a smirk and said, “Now you have something of Me to keep you company when I’m busy and gone.” It’s become my new favorite thing. When I’m desperate and horny, I’ll lie down on the bed, put my legs up, lube up my hole, and slide it in—imagining Him on top of me, whispering all the filthy things He’d say. And yeah… sometimes I get so wound up, my body will tremble and leak a bit, like it’s trying to cum without permission. It’s never quite satisfying, but that edge? That ache? It keeps me hungry for Him.

We’ve grown more comfortable leaning into the fantasy—roles, rituals, expectations. Moby has encouraged me to sit down when I pee now. That’s the only way I’m allowed to pee at home and out in public. It felt strange at first, but now it feels right. Intimate, even. He’ll sometimes come into the bathroom while I’m sitting there, kiss my neck, or murmur something teasing in my ear. And sometimes—this part is so hot—he’ll stand right in front of me, unzip, pull out His plump, flaccid cock and pee into the toilet between my spread legs. Never on me, never without my consent. Just a quiet display of dominance, this unspoken moment where I sit and submit while He stands and releases, and I look up at Him and feel… so perfectly beneath Him in the best way as I listen to his pee hit the pool of water in the bowl—something I can no longer do.

I have to confess something that happened one of the last times that Moby did that. After He was done pissing, and before He put His cock away, Moby stood there for a bit with His penis dangling in front of my mouth. Almost teasing me. There was a drop of urine still hanging onto the tip of His dick. It made me feel…some sort of way. Moby must have noticed me staring because He looked me in the eye, nodded His head as if to say, “It’s alright, go ahead,” and I leaned forward and gently wrapped my mouth around the glands of His penis and sucked that last drop of pee off. I felt a tingle go down my spine. It tasted slightly salty but surprisingly better than I had imagined. He zipped up, gave me a smirk, a pat on the head and walked off.

That whole day He didn’t fuck me, and it drove me crazy. That night when I sat down to pee again, Moby walked into the bathroom and just looked at me and my locked nub. It was a kind of look that I hadn’t seen on His face before. I felt exposed. It made my stomach churn in the best way possible. He got closer, slowly began unbuckling His pants—still staring at me. He slid His pants down to His feet, then His boxers, and His cock flopped out. His dick was soft but looking somewhat plump. He bent down to my ear and whispered, “I chugged a ton of water and have been needing to piss so bad for the past 3 hours, baby. Do you wanna be my good boy and be my urinal?” I froze for a second not knowing how to respond. He had never asked that before. I filled with confusion and excitement. All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.”

He gently put His hand on the back of my head and pulled me in. He first slid the tip of His cock into my mouth and then slowly began filling my throat with the rest of His shaft. He held my head firm against His pubes. Once He was all the way in, I felt Him twitch inside me as He said, “Get ready, baby.” I felt a warm stream of liquid hit the back of my throat. It started slow at first and then got stronger. It was so warm. My instincts kicked in and I just began swallowing. I didn’t taste much because He was so far in. I felt His dick twitch some more in my mouth as His steady stream of piss turned into a slow trickle before dying off completely. He slowly pulled out of my mouth and kissed me as He said, “Now that’s my good boy.” I melted. Now I was really horny. Moby could tell.

Without either one of us saying a word, I opened my mouth again and Moby slid inside me. I felt His cock grow bigger and harder in my mouth. Soon He got hard all the way and filled up the back of my throat. He gripped the back of my head and started sliding in and out all the way. I let Moby face fuck me until He got close to cumming. Once He got close, He shoved my head all the way onto His cock and started deep thrusting. I couldn’t breathe as his pubes tickled my nose. I felt His penis tense up right before it began to pulse violently. He let out a deep moan. Thick, warm ropes of semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it all.

The other night, something happened that still lingers in my mind—in the warmest, most blissed-out way.

After Moby finished fucking me…again, like He does every night—deep, steady thrusts that left me panting and full—we curled up on the couch to watch some TV. I was still stretched open and aching in the best way, feeling the warmth of Him inside me even as we settled in to cuddle. His load still inside me. He must’ve still felt it. That pulse of hunger. Because out of nowhere, He leaned in, nuzzled behind my ear, and slid His hand under the waistband of my shorts.

Without a word, He tugged them down. Then my underwear. I just lifted my hips, like it was instinct. He ran a single finger over my hole—slow, circling, teasing. I shivered. My body still felt raw, sensitive, but open. Inviting.

He slid His finger in slowly. Then another. And another. His movements were deep, purposeful, and unhurried—like He knew exactly where to press. And when He found my sweet spot—God, Sam—he stayed there. My nub was untouched, but I felt everything radiate from the inside out. My legs shook. My breath hitched. And I came. Hard. Just from His fingers.

But He wasn’t done.

I barely had time to catch my breath before He pulled me onto my knees, bent me over the couch cushions, and lined Himself up behind me. The way He slid inside—deep, slow, claiming—it made me whimper. I was already wrecked, but I needed more. He gave it to me. He took His time, then picked up pace—long, firm strokes that filled me completely. I pushed back into Him, desperate, matching His rhythm. Every thrust sent little shockwaves through me. I lost track of time, lost track of everything except the sound of Him groaning behind me and the feeling of Him gripping my waist like I was His to take. And I am.

He finished again—harder this time, with a low growl and a body-shaking shudder. I felt His penis pulse as He dumped a second load of cum inside me.

We collapsed together, tangled and spent, the TV still playing in the background. He held me against His chest, His arms wrapped around me like He never wanted to let go. And I fell asleep like that, still full of Him. Still warm. Still glowing.

I think I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. And more mine—in the way that means belonging to someone who sees all of you and loves what they see.

More soon,

Johnny

Can you see how Master Moby is slowly, almost seductively leading Johnny to embrace his place and purpose more and more every day. Some of the things mentioned here are small (like Master Moby giving Johnny permission to lick off the droplet of piss from his dick), but then they turn into major acts of dominance and submission that deepen their bonds as Master and faggot.

I love the way Master Moby cherishes his faggot enough to unlock him and wash him, all the while diminishing Johnny’s status by calling it a “nub” and then locking it in a smaller cage. And Johnny’s description of being out of chastity is very familiar to me; I experienced that same feeling when I was imprisoned!

But one thing this experience should reinforce in Johnny’s heart is this: his Master loves and cherishes him. That final breeding, full of passion and warmth, is something an Alpha gives only to those who deeply please him!

I’m so happy for both of them for experiencing these deeper levels of hierarchy!

The following post is part of a thread following the service of a young faggot named Tyler who has been claimed by a great Protector Alpha named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Over the years I’ve encountered a lot of abusive Destroyer Alphas, both personally and through my online teaching efforts. In my personal life I’ve mostly made smart decisions to steer away from them (my rapist was one I couldn’t see coming due to my youth). I value myself enough as a faggot to know that my gifts are worth an Alpha’s appreciation, not condemnation.

I try to instill that sense of self-worth in the faggots who interact with my content. I hate hearing of my brothers falling prey to Destroyer Alphas who are cruel and selfish and non-productive. There are so many great Protector Alphas who value the devotion and service of a faggot, and I just cannot understand why faggots self-destruct by choosing the worse path in life instead of serving these noble Kings.

My brother Tyler wrote into my Questions From Readers inbox to tell me about a choice he recently made. Listen to this:

I don’t exactly have a question, but I saw your answer to another fag about his Alpha cleaning the house and would like to share something that happened with me to know your opinion about it. I am 21 years-old and until last week I was serving two Alphas. They were both nice guys, nice dicks, and very dominant in bed. But one of them (Adam) was hotter (had a six-pack) and the other (Steve) was handsome, but a little chubby. I loved to serve them and I would usually go to Adam’s house on Wednesday and Steve’s house on Saturday.

Last week, I was supposed to serve Adam as always did (go to his place, get on my knees, swallow his first load, let him fuck my ass for his second load, and go back home). But I woke on Wednesday morning with a HORRIBLE cold sore. I looked like a monster. Since he had been serving him for 6 months, I thought it would be okay to cancel, but he insisted to know why and I sent him a picture of my lips. He just said I was a disgusting bitch and that he would find somebody else on Grindr for that night.

Maybe it’s his right to treat me like that considering our roles in hierarchy, but I was already very vulnerable and he really hurt my feelings with his words. So I texted Steve, who is also a dominant Alpha but tends to be more patient. I told him that I didn’t know if I would be able to visit him on the weekend because I wasn’t feeling great. He asked what happened and for a moment I thought he would treat me like Adam had done, but instead, he told me to go to his place at night because I needed extra care.

I went to his place after work with a thick layer of make-up on the sore trying to pretend it wasn’t as bad as it was. But he’s a smart guy and noticed something was wrong. He told me to clean my face immediately because make-up is not ideal for sores like that. When I came out of the bathroom, he chuckled and said “I wonder where this mouth has been”, but in a funny and respectful way. He noticed that I too stressed for jokes, so he just hugged me and said “even perfect twinks get sick sometimes, relax”

Of course we did not kiss and I did not suck his dick, but he spent the whole night saying how gorgeous I am and even cooked dinner for me. He ordered some cream for cold sore at the pharmacy and put it on my lips with his own hands. I was feeling so good with him taking care of me that I felt an urge to serve him no matter how. He said that I was tired and stressed, so he didn’t want me to do the dishes, but then he smiled to me and said “well, but if you need to relax, I am sure that your ass does not have any cold sores”

So I quickly went to his bathroom to make sure I was clean and ready, and when I entered his room he was already naked jerking off his hard dick. I felt bad that I couldn’t suck that beautiful cock, but I just said “thank you for being my Master”, laid on my stomach and let him do whatever he wanted with me. I think it was a turn-on for him to see me so vulnerable and lost, because he fucked me really hard and deep, then 20 minutes later turn me up to fuck me missionary.

We slept together and I never felt so good in my life. I decided to stop serving Adam and stick with Steve now. Just like the Alpha who cleans the house, I think a certain amount of love and care is important for us fags. At least for me, it’s so important to see that, although inferior to him, my Man wants me to be happy.

Could you please comment and tell me what you think? Do you think that as a fag I should go back to serve Adam, even though he does not care at all about my feelings?

Here’s the bizarre part of Tyler’s story: he’s still questioning whether or not he should continue serving Adam the Destroyer Alpha after everything Master Steve did for him! Isn’t that crazy?? We faggots are something like moths that can watch a thousand other moths burn in the flame and we’re still drawn to self-immolation.

And the problem is SELF WORTH. We feel so worthless about ourselves that we mistakenly think we deserve that awful, abusive treatment.

But Master Steve shows a better way forward, treating his property the way a true Alpha treats everything of value that he owns. A Man like Master Steve deserves complete and devoted worship and service, not half-hearted attention. Is he to be expected to continue being there to comfort his faggot when it’s hurt again and again by Destroyer Alphas like Adam?

Of course not. A Protector Alpha like Master Steve is the mighty cornerstone upon which a faggot can build a lifetime of joyful service. I wholeheartedly encourage my brother Tyler to loyally remain at Master Steve’s feet! Master Steve deserves that!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a little while since I’ve heard from my beloved brother Fabien. I’ve been mostly conversing with his Master, Anthony, so I’m never too far away from him, but still … I’ve been missing him.

Fabien wrote me two days ago with something he’d made for Master Anthony.

Just a small new update that might amuse you! Anthony really values my mentorship of the other slaves of his Alpha Pack. He instructed me to write a sort of “slave Charter” outlining the golden rules that slaves must follow with their alpha master, which he intends to give to all future inferiors in his flock. So after a bit of thought, I finally came up with a list that I’m pretty happy with! Here’s the result:

The Six Golden Rules of a slave towards his Master

1. Admiration. He is better than you. He is a superior being. It’s only fair your life is harder for his life to be easier, that you are poorer for him to be wealthier. Always keep in mind how vastly superior he is to you.

2. Obedience. Obey first, think second. Disobedience is the greatest sin for an inferior. Many flaws are forgivable, but a disobedient slave is unworthy and useless. His orders, his desires, his whims, even the slightest of them, are absolute laws for you.

3. Respect. Deference must be verbal and physical. Do not just tell him your admiration: show it to him! Bow, kneel, grovel. Worship. His feet, his hands, his armpits, his muscles and his cock are divine relics to be adored by your lips and your tongue.

4. Loyalty. It is obedience without orders. Do more than he demands of you. His needs and desires are more important than yours. Put him first. Always ask yourselves: what more can I do to make his life better and easier? Learn to know him and anticipate his wishes. His happiness is your life’s main goal.

5. Gratitude. You’re the one who has to be grateful, not him. Simply being in his presence is a privilege. Serving him is a blessing. Remember it. Thank him every time you can: when he takes from you, when he gives to you, when he congrats you, when he punishes you. Never expect praise or gift from him, treat any one you do receive as an undeserved reward from God.

6. Penitence. You’re not perfect. Far from it. Confess to him your failures. Apologize and mean it. And above all: improve. Learn from your mistakes and never repeat them.

I hope you’re proud of your little brother!

I love everything about little Fabien’s list. It really speaks to mindset, which is an overlooked aspect of being a great faggot. It’s something that Fabien exemplifies.

Master Anthony probably fucked the hell out of Fabien after seeing this wonderful gift. After all, it was his great power that freed Fabien and made it possible for Fabien to become the beautiful mentor faggot he is today!

So thank you Master Anthony and Fabien for all you do to inspire others!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Master Mike is a straight Alpha. He’s athletic, muscular, and he’s been fucking women his entire life. When Benjamin submitted to him, he took ownership of his first faggot because it excited him to be so powerful that even males wanted to serve his needs. It was nice to own a faggot that would clean and cook and do laundry, etc., while he focused on enjoying his life and fucking random women every weekend.

But the more Master Mike watched Benji’s obedience, the more powerful he became. He wanted to see how submissive he could make this little faggot under his control. He knew the big cock between his legs would be life-changing for his faggot, and the cum inside his balls would alter its genetics forever. That POWER Alphas have, it’s intoxicating … both for the faggot as well as the Alpha.

So Master Mike finally decided to use Benji’s throat, and he discovered two truths: (1) using a faggot sexually doesn’t make a straight Alpha gay, and (2) faggots serve Men the way Men deserve to be served. He was WORSHIPED in ways no female could ever imagine, and Benji provided pleasure that Master Mike didn’t know was possible. But underlying all of that pleasure was the rush of POWER he felt, like an undertow, pulling Master Mike to go deeper.

Soon, Master Mike was forcing his dick into Benji’s pussy. And that really changed the game. After pumping his first load into his faggot, he realized that he OWNED that hole – it belonged to HIM ALONE. Once again, the POWER of breeding a faggot, having his Alpha DNA enter his faggot’s bloodstream and reprogram it from the inside, was intoxicating!

Now Master Mike fucks females, but he confidently knows he always has his loyal, obedient faggot waiting him case he needs anything at all. That is the way Kings live. And Master Mike is certainly a King.

From my perspective, Master Mike is also extremely intelligent and articulate, so I asked him to write some thoughts to his straight Alpha brethren about owning and using faggots.

What he wrote was, as always, beautifully worded:

I am still not over the rush of totally dominating him. Been putting at least 2 loads a day into his holes and I dont plan on letting up. His pussy is just too good to pass up. And so convenient too. I literally dont need to move from where I am. Just whistle and he will crawl to me. A snap of the fingers and he will suck me off for as long as I want and take me all the way down. A look and he climbs on and rides me in reverse until I cream his cunt. Such a good arrangement. And I always thought ass-to-mouth was a porn thing but damn the little fag just did it to clean me off. So attentive.

He is a good fag. Very hard working and very very good at his job. Can you believe a faggot like that is in management? Seems kind of ridiculous to me honestly. I have put so much cum in him he might actually get pregnant. Not that I need any more children. Barely a good enough dad for my two boys already. There has been a pretty big change in him. I don’t know how to describe it. First there is a bit of desperation about him. Big puppy dog eyes whenever he doesn’t have an immediate task to do. And my god he seems desperate for an invite into the bed whenever I am heading to sleep. Then there is the glazed over look he gets when I enter his cunt. It’s like his brain just short circuits. He loses all thought and just whimpers. His dicklet is as hard as it can get in his cage which isn’t much lol. And then there is the post fuck behaviors. I assumed it was just normal for faggots but he has taken to resting his forehead on me until I tell him to fuck off. It is always my shoulder (so his nose is in one of my pits) or the middle of my chest or once just below my belly button so his nose was in my pubes. I left him once to see what happens and he just falls asleep. I dont know what it is particularly but honestly it makes me feel very powerful so I dont really give a fuck. Chicks tend to catch feelings and want a relationship where we are equals and they get treated like a princess. That ain’t me. What I say goes and if they dont like it they can fuck off. But Benji takes what I give and thanks me for it. Usually with much more enthusiasm than any bitch has ever mustered. God Alphas like me deserve good head as well as holes to plough. And good head requires enthusiasm and gratitude for the cock in their mouth as much as technique and a lack of dignity. Benji is firmly the best head I have had. He hits all 4 of those criteria perfectly. So to answer that question yes I have seen my faggot embrace every smell and taste and sensation and internalize it. Make it a part of himself and give it a higher value than he gives to his own thoughts or desires. And I have never met a female capable of anything near that on a long term basis like Benji has done.

To other straight Alphas I would say take it at your own pace. Find a faggot you like. One who understands your desired service. Make them work for rewards. Test them. Push them to the highest standard. Feel out their comforts and get to know them. Build their trust in you and make them feel safe around you. Then once you know them make a big move. One which challenges their limits. Remove their control beyond one decision. Full submission to you or leaving. If you have done the first part right they will choose you. After that you have control. Keep pushing and dont let up. Don’t let them have time to second guess you or their choice to submit. And dont give them your cock until you have fully broken any and all resistance. It is a faggot. It wants your cock. Your cock is a goal. Only give it once you want to and they have earned it. This will reinforce good behavior and your power. But do not be scared to use a faggot sexually. A disposable faggot or one who has earned your cock is possibly the best fuck. Women have rules and limits and want to cum before you do. A faggot knows it is there for your use. It will take whatever pounding you give in whatever position you put it in. It will not ask you to wear a condom and cannot get pregnant. It will clean you off afterwards and thank you for the fucking privilege. It knows it doesn’t deserve to cum and if trained right will not even touch itself around you.

Every man should have a fag. Every man deserves that service.

I am enthralled by Master Mike. He’s challenging, but such a pleasure to serve. Benjamin is among the most fortunate fags on Earth to be owned by this great straight Alpha!

And to all of the straight Alphas out there reading this, please listen to what your God Alpha brother is teaching you. It’s the truth, and it will truly set you free!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s a beautiful thing to see a true Alpha Master sculpt a faggot into whatever he needs. It’s almost like a composer writing a symphony and then leading an orchestra to perform it. Real Masters know how to manipulate the minds and hearts of their faggots so the faggot can reach peak performance.

Master Steve is absolutely a mindfucker extraordinaire.

His faggot Mike wrote to me to update me about the latest adjustment in Master Steve’s training.

What an interesting few months this has been and honestly life changing and almost freeing.

I feel like I am becoming so comfortable with finally letting my guard down, release my old ways and simple Master Steve guide me.  

I am now staying locked about 20 days a month, still a bit hesitant going to gym and being exposed with chastity.  Steve had me drink his and his black friends piss at the gym one afternoon.  It was so rewarding and strange at same time to hear Kevin tell Steve thanks for letting me use your faggot.  

I think in some ways even my family almost knows, they adore Steve, they seem to ask Steve’s permission before mine now.  Steve had me bake a cake, he took it to my mom and said he had made it for her.  She called me later and said she was happy I had such a good man like Steve.

I have learned that if I am not locked, he doesn’t want to fuck me or let me drink his piss.  So I now stay locked without him asking, because I need his dick and piss I have learned.

The other day a package came.  It was 3 different size butt plugs and some device, later finding out it was a piss gag.  He just told me, I would be learning a few new things come up.  I over heard him on phone telling a friend, that he was going to begin having me learn to wear plugs throughout the day.  I heard him laughing saying he’s gonna really have fun showing off cage and plug at gym.  And not really sure what his plans are for the piss gag.

Butt plugs and a piss gag, eh? Something’s afoot!

But it’s becoming clear that Master Steve is truly claiming Mike as his personal property. Mind you, he’s shared Mike with other Alphas to this point. But listen to the following update:

I’m am becoming more appreciative of how the chastity has helped me and I do think everything he has done has only been to help reset and retrain me to be the faggot he needs me to 

It’s interesting how he continues to fine tune things. One night we had a long conversation about limits things I like things I don’t like he asked me several pointed questions. I guess to see how comfortable I was with different scenarios.  We both set some hard limits what’s interesting he even allowed me to set some for him.  He talked a lot about this being a positive experience for both of us and making him a better man (he never refers to himself as an Alpha or Master, Which I find interesting) and me a better faggot.

I had asked him the question why was it so important for me to get off the apps when he still occasionally has me Service other guys.  He kinda Laughed and then proceeded to ask me a question.  He asked me was it more important for me to please myself or to please him. I said well, of course to please you.  He said exactly he said when I was on the apps, I was only pleasing myself and pleasing other guys focusing on their needs and not on his.  He said when he’s asking me to service a guy he said he gets pleasure out of it or It’s to serve a purpose for him. 

A few weeks after that conversation, we were out one night and one of my old friends with benefits, came and put his arm around me and asked me when Was not gonna let him fuck me again.  Steve over heard this, and proceeded to tell him “look buddy first of all get your hands off of him second of all you’re never going to fuck him again.”  

You can almost feel the tension of this encounter between Master Steve and this other guy! It was Master Steve’s Protector Alpha side roaring to the forefront! It must’ve been thrilling for Mike to have this powerful Alpha defending him!

Mike related another little detail that caused my little fag heart to skip a beat:

By the way, I was very shocked that you actually did a podcast, including me and my master Steve in it…. I believe it was podcast 266 trust your master. I actually let Steve listen to it, and he Was smiling and nodding his head During most of it.  At the end, he said good advice, He said maybe I needed message Sam that faggot.  Share my thoughts on why I’m doing this as well.  

I love when Masters find out that I’m out here coaching their faggots and praising them publicly! It gives me a little anxiety, I’ll admit, because I want to represent these great Men in a properly-respectful way. I’m so glad I received Master Steve’s seal of approval!