Hi Sam,

I’ve been serving an alpha gainer who’s 5 years younger than me for over a year now. It started off with him coming over and I’d buy him food and worship him and suck him off, and over time grew to me doing his weekly shopping, laundry, fixing his car etc.

He had a bf but still used me, and when they broke up he used me more often. A few months ago he said he mightn’t be able to see me anymore because he was seeing a new guy and didn’t want to feel bad. I reached out to you and you suggested to continue doing his chores, which I did and he accepted.

However more recently I’ve noticed that he seems to be more distant and not as engaging.

Within the past year I’ve had one serious illness, a health scare and a death in my family, and the family house I was staying in was sold and I had to move back with my parents. I was numb to everything that went on in the last year, but it suddenly hit me recently when the house I was staying in was cleared out, and I felt low. I felt like everything was collapsing around me and I was lost and a failure, especially with my alpha becoming more distant. I reached out to him at my lowest and he helped me through it, and opened up to him about my childhood, job, personal life etc. He wanted to keep his life private, which I respected, but said I would love to know more about him if he wanted to talk.
The other day realised I had fallen for him and had strong feelings for him, which I confessed to him. He said he didn’t want me to think something would come of it, and agreed to keep things the way they are for now.

I’m terrified now that I’ve crossed a line and he will slowly or even suddenly cut me off. I’m afraid to message him back in case I appear needy, but at the same time I’m afraid to not message him in case he decides he’s better off without me.

Please Sam I could really use some advice now, it feels like my whole world is crumbling and I don’t want to think of a life without my alpha in it.

Hi brother! Thanks for writing to me! 

Well, you made a tactical mistake by opening up about being in love with him, but I think you know that so I’m not going to dwell on it. 

This Alpha is clearly a good Man. He’s continued to support you emotionally even though he’s moved on to another relationship. He obviously likes your worship and service. But it’s important for you to realize he’s not in love with you, and likely never will be. That’s okay, because faggots can still be useful beyond that.

But you must be okay with your role. You need to accept your position in his life and not be a burden to him. If you are, he’s going to discard you. So reign in your emotions and just allow him to make the next moves. He knows where you belong in his life, so allow him to put you there and keep you there. Trying to force his hand is only going to lead to results you won’t like at all. 

I know this isn’t much *and it’s not easy to do), but that’s your situation right now. You’ve kinda boxed yourself in with your outburst, but that’s also your situation in general. Just relax. I have great confidence in this Alpha. 

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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!

In the previous post we learned that Master Anthony was moody and clearly upset with something, but he wasn’t confiding his troubles with anyone, not even his loyal faggot Fabien. This troubled Fabien to the point that he finally begged his Master for answers and ways he could help.

While Master Anthony didn’t reveal the issue, he was comforted by his faggot’s concern and deep love.

Well, after a few days Master Anthony finally told Fabien what was bothering him!

Here’s Fabien:

A little update about Anthony’s mood. I think he’s going to get better soon. Yesterday he told me that he had decided to confront the guy flirting with the same girl as him and challenge him to a fight in front of her. He beat the crap out of him and held him down, until he pleaded for mercy and conceded that Anthony was the stronger man. The silly girl tried to make amends with Anthony, but he dumped her. Serves her right.

This morning, Anthony was hanging around the apartment in his pajamas, looking relaxed. He came to see me while I was making his bed. He thanked me for boosting his ego. I answered: “If your ego isn’t the size of the planet, I’m doing a terrible job and I’m failing my life’s purpose. You don’t have to be grateful to me, I’m just doing my duty as best as I can!” He got his cocky grin and said “I like that. But I want you to know you’re doing great. I’m glad to have you. You see, I love my bros to bits, but I always have to fight to remind them who’s the boss. It’s nice to know I can count on you for a shot of self-confidence.”

I believe I almost passed out with emotion. The next thing I knew, I was on my belly licking his toes and thanking him. Then he had me worshipping his cock; we were looking into each other’s eyes while I had his dick in my mouth and he tenderly stroke my hair, smiling smugly. I sucked him off again in the shower after soaping him up, and then again before he left for the afternoon. This time, he ejaculated all over my face! He wished me a good afternoon and gave me his orders for dinner.

Secretly I was proud of myself; I told Fabien over email that I thought a scenario exactly like this was to blame, and sure enough, I was right!

Although, honestly, it’s hard to imagine a scenario like this happening. According to Fabien, Master Anthony looks exactly like Tom Holland (hence the post header image) and is just as athletic … so why on Earth would any girl cheat on him?? It’s incomprehensible to me.

But once again my brother Fabien was absolutely perfect, following his instincts and kneeling to worship Master Anthony’s feet. This worship led to three consecutive blowjobs filled with raw passion and desire.

But it’s more than just the sexual service that’s involved. Master Anthony’s words show a deepening appreciation for his faggot, his personal property, his slave Fabien. As he feels his power growing, he acknowledges the contributions of the faggot kneeling before him. That’s not just God Alpha behavior … that’s Protector Alpha behavior!

The effect on Fabien is also profound:

Right now, I’m taking care of his laundry. I inhaled the scent of his underwear. I still can’t believe how lucky I am. 

I was really born for this.

Indeed you were, baby brother!

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!

Young straight Alphas deal with a lot of stress and pressure. I realize that, from an inferior perspective, these Alphas seem to have everything and little to worry about, but so much is happening below their perfect exteriors. They have intense, hormone-fueled mood swings, a roiling and constant need for sexual conquest, and they’re often overwhelmed by the burdens they feel as a leader of Men. They are constantly beset on all sides by women (and their truckloads of issues), expectations, and the uncertainty of their future goals.

True, everyone struggles through puberty. But Alphas are exceptionally powerful, so therefore their “growing pains” are equally more intense.

So what can help these growing Alpha powerhouses while they develop? Older Alpha mentors are certainly ideal, although finding them isn’t always so simple. Females are good for relieving sexual needs, of course, but they don’t know what it’s like to be a young Man (let alone an Alpha) and they often cause more stress than relieve it. And their Alpha peer group might be able to relate, but typically their interactions are competitive in nature.

That’s where a faggot is possibly the best solution. A faggot is entirely devoted to the needs of its Alpha, obedient and submissive to his every command. A faggot places no expectations on its Alpha, is there whenever an Alpha needs to blow off steam or receive comfort, and stabilizes its Alpha with constant reassurances of his power and superiority.

It’s such a shame that more young straight Alphas are not taking ownership of faggots and benefiting from this natural power exchange the way Master Anthony has been doing with his faggot Fabien!

Last night I received a beautiful email from Fabien about something that illustrates exactly what I’m talking about above. Please read:

My dearest Sam,

I must absolutely talk to you about something that just happened. I have shared a very delicate but, I think, eventually positive moment with Anthony.

You see, for several days I’d been feeling that something wasn’t quite right with him. I’ve found him more austere, less smiling, less cheerful. He hasn’t reprimanded me, so I didn’t think it was because of me, which was a relief. But it still hurts my heart to see him with less joy in life. I hesitated a lot about the right attitude to have. On the one hand, I told myself that he probably didn’t want to share his Alpha problems with an inferior male, even an older one, otherwise he would have done it. On the other, my loyalty compelled me to do what I could to make him happier.

This night, when I came out of the kitchen (now my bedroom), I found him sitting on the couch, in his pajamas, staring into space. It was too much for me. I decided to go and talk to him. I wanted to put him at ease, so that he wouldn’t think he was in a position of weakness if he were to confide his personal worries. I knelt down and kissed his feet tenderly, and I addressed him while keeping my head low at his feet.

I chose my words carefully. “My beloved master, forgive me if I offend you, but I have the feeling, perhaps wrongly, that something has been bothering you for the last few days. I want you to know that if there’s anything I can do to help you, or if you simply want to confide to someone what’s on your mind, you can tell me anything, in complete safety. I will never betray you. I’m completely at your disposal. I’ll do anything to make your life better.” And I immediately started gently kissing his feet again.

After a moment’s silence and a deep breath, he confided in me. He said it was nothing major, just an accumulation of little things. His strained relationship with his parents, teachers who reproached him for his insolent behavior despite his very good results. And then, lately, he’d been flirting with a sexy girl who, for the first time, seemed to be wavering, trying to make him jealous with another man.

I did my best to comfort him. “Master, someone as exceptional as you is bound to disturb some people. It’s normal for you to encounter some annoyances from misguided people. But please never, ever forget how far better you are than everyone else, in every single way. You are the most amazing young man. Look, you came to live here, you trampled on me and made me your slave just because you fancied it! And for that so-called love rival, I can’t believe you can actually have a love rival. Because a rival would be someone in your league, and that’s very, very unlikely. I don’t know this other man, but I know for sure that he’s no match to you. You could probably give him a beating any time you wanted. This girl may simply not be clear-minded enough to realize how lucky she is that you’re showing interest in her, but so many others, even hotter, will be!”

That’s pretty much what I remember telling him. He listened thoughtfully, then ordered: “Lick my feet”. “Gladly, Master!” After I’d licked his feet for a while, he leaned towards me and said, “You know, I’m not a sentimental guy, and I don’t express my feelings very much. But don’t think I don’t notice everything you do for me.” I replied, “You don’t have to justify yourself, Master! Not to me, never.” He seemed more relaxed. He went to bed and wished me good night.

First of all, what Fabien did in service to his Master Anthony was perfect faggot behavior. It’s exactly the kind of steady, low-pressure worship and service young Alphas need in order to feel safe enough to reveal themselves.

Fabien’s technique also followed my playbook to the letter. Fabien kept his head low and bowed, staying near Master Anthony’s feet. This kind of respectful submission allowed Master Anthony to relax and trust his faggot.

Imagine a world where young, developing straight Alphas could own faggots openly the way Master Anthony owns Fabien! In such a pure and ideal Hierarchical scenario, young Alphas would have choices and outlets to assist them in becoming more refined versions of themselves than they could without!

Alas, such a scenario will probably never happen. But fortunately there are honorable, thoughtful, deeply submissive and dedicated faggots like Fabien doing such work in secret, unheralded and largely unknown. Yet he soldiers on, serving Master Anthony faithfully and helping him to continue to develop all of the qualities he needs to live a life of a King.

I’m so proud of my little brother Fabien! Such an inspiration!

This post is part of a thread about a faggot called Prath who bravely sought to serve a straight local Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Faggots need challenges. It’s good to push boundaries and shake up complacency in a faggot in order for it to feel slightly uneasy. This keeps a faggot alert and on its toes.

Prath’s Master continues to push boundaries with Prath, and Prath (being a good boy) rolls with it every time.

Prath recently came to me with this challenge:

Today master came in my cabin for asking me to do his work and also to inform me that tomorrow he invited his one friend and he needs me there. Should I go?

Of course I told him he should, which turned out pretty well:

As I asked you Master was asking my advice about invinting his friend so I said yes about that. I was surprised to see the Master’s friend because he was a guy working in my team in the past and I was discouraged but your words and Master’s encourage helped to overcome from that and I served them both.

Then Master decided to make another important change:

Master was asking my opinion to live with him in his rented apartment. I was nervous but he I can take a time to think about it. I asked him to shift in mine (mine is not rented) but he said he is happy here. Master said he wants me to be full time office plus domestic helper for him. Master said it is the time to break the barrier and move forward towards the hierarchy.

Couldn’t agree more!

But Prath’s Master then had another demand:

As I told you about master asked me to deepen my submission so he made me pick his rental bills and made me shifted in the same apartment with him.

Very good!

But now Master is asking something even more difficult of Prath. You see, Prath has a higher position in the company that employs both of them, so Prath could be key to getting his Master promoted.

What I wanted to know that, master was asking to put up the recommendation for his promotion, should I do it? As yet his promotion is not possible due to his less work experience.

Personally, I can’t see the downside to Prath recommending a promotion ahead of schedule. It’s really just a personal opinion, one that might be rejected and tossed aside.

I think Prath should do it. Ultimately, even if he tries and fails, he still tried on behalf of his Master.

Prath has been meticulously obedient in every little step he’s taken as he explores his own faghood. He takes it seriously, something every good faggot does. I’m extremely proud of my little brother!

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

My fag brother Benjamin stunned me with his previous email that detailed his use of my “Letter To An Alpha” to come out as a faggot to his straight Alpha friend as they were on their way to a cabin for a getaway. The response of his Alpha friend to this new information was quite immediate and powerful, and it led to some interesting first few days together in that cabin.

Now Benjamin has written a follow-up email detailing the second-half of their cabin stay, and beyond. It gets wilder from here:

To pick up where I left off, the rest of our time in the cabin was a comfortable (for him especially) routine of service and submission. I cooked, cleaned and managed everything while Master relaxed, ate, drank and did whatever he wanted. There were only 2 other instances where our usual routine was broken.

The first came on the 6th night of 9. Master took an empty bottle out of the waste bin, and took it with him into the bathroom. As a fag, even my brain was able to process what he was doing, and I immediately got very excited that he was about to permit me to drink his Alpha piss, even as I was disappointed that I could not drink from the tap in service brother. He emerged about 5 mins later with what must have been around a litre (half a coke bottle!) which he proceeded to place into the freezer. I will admit I was confused brother, but I did not question Master and his infinite wisdom. Close to an hour (I think) later, he ordered me to retrieve the bottle and kneel in between his feet on the sofa. Master told me this was my first test. I had 1 minute to drink the entire bottle. Any spillage and I would be out. And left in the bottle and I would be out. Seeing as my only option to become his personal fag was to down it all, I went for it. Ice cold piss, even from an Alpha, is not easy to chug down Brother. This fag had to power through brain freeze, and suppress it’s gag reflex to such a bitter, strong taste, to take it all in. I managed with a few seconds left, but had to curl up on the floor at his feet for a minute afterwards until the brain freeze had subsided. In this time I vaguely remember the sound of Master laughing and the feel of his boots sole on my cheek. But I passed Brother, and that is what matters.

On the second to last night, the other test occurred. Master complained in the morning that his balls were full. This set off fireworks in my fag brain. Was I to be able to serve him sexually that night. No was the answer. But he did let me contribute. I was to spend time on Masters hookup apps finding a lady who met his criteria, and organising her coming to the cabin, fucking him, and leaving. I was to pretend to be Sir in this time and I was very successful. I found a 26yo who met Masters physical requirements and matched his kinks closely, and she was set to visit at 7pm. He was pleased, and told me he had made arrangements for me while he was busy. I was to curl up in Masters suitcase, which he then packed with a week and a half’s worth of his dirty washing, mainly underwear and t-shirts from his morning runs. It was fag heaven. I was told that he would be placing the suitcase under the bed. And sound, movement or anything which interrupted his fun, and I would fail my probation. And that is how I spent 3 hours in a suitcase under a bed hearing the ecstasy of a woman being fucked by an Alpha God. The combination of smells, sounds and the slight rhythmic pressure I could sometimes feel from above had me leaking the entire time. Eventually, he pulled the suitcase out and released me again. He did not say I had failed, or done well, only to pack his stuff ready to leave the next day. I will confess brother that in that moment, while packing his belongings, I had one moment of weakness. I searched Masters room high and low for any sign of a used condom, but I found nothing brother. In hindsight it was stupid to think a God would use one, and even if he had, I would not have deserved it, but his constant domination across the weak fried my fag brain.

The next day I drove us home, which was pleasant. Master was behaving almost as he had before, but still calling me fag. He said he had enjoyed the holiday and was already talking about doing it again. I dropped him home and he ordered me to be there again the next morning for his housework. That has become a weekly thing now. I do a week of work, and my Sundays are now spent cleaning Masters entire house, doing his meal prep for the week and if I am lucky a full foot clean and massage while he watches the game. I enjoy spending time with him, and he is very complimentary about the job I do on his house and his feet when I am privileged to do so.

Lastly, we are already planning another trip. As of this week he has found a different cabin, 2 bedroom, with a hottub that he would like. It would cost me about £2000, which is worth it for Master. And I can’t help but hope, given the timescale, that it is meant to be around the time when I pass my probation and become his full fledged personal faggot.

Can you believe this?? I find this experience to be truly amazing!

First and foremost, it never fails to shock me how rapidly purely straight Men adapt to faggot ownership. Years ago when I started the site that eventually became this monster I was constantly harassed by people who mistakenly insisted that straight Men would never do anything with a faggot. Clearly I (and others) have collected so much proof that they do that it’s irrefutable.

Benjamin’s story also serves to remind us to stop projecting our own needs and hopes onto our Alpha, but rather we should serve regardless of how he demands. There were multiple moments where Benjamin hoped for something (like drinking Master’s fresh piss, or sucking his dick) that didn’t happen. Disappointment in that can lead us to resentment or anger, but Benjamin rolled with it nicely!

And finally, Benjamin’s story reinforces something I’ve said forever, namely, that you cannot retain a friendship with an Alpha once you become his faggot. Before this trip, Benjamin was a close friend of this Alpha, close enough to be someone he’d want to hang with on a cabin vacation. But in just the space of a few minutes, really, Benjamin became this Alpha’s faggot, his toy, his slave … and not his friend.

And that friendship is gone for good.

Instead of being his friend, Benjamin became the faggot stuffed in a suitcase under the bed who was forced to listen to his Master do what he cannot: fuck and breed a woman! It’s something like what my second straight Master did to me that I call The Nuclear Option in that it totally realigns a faggot’s brain and makes it more obedient. I honestly always thought my Master made that up and I was the only faggot who ever suffered through it, but I’ve encountered it so many times now I’m starting to believe there is some kind of straight Alpha playbook floating around!

Or, perhaps, it’s just simply Hierarchical truth!

I thank Benjamin for sharing his thrilling experience of submission and service to this powerful Alpha Master! I have no doubt more is coming!

This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Every straight Alpha who discovers the truth about Hierarchy and the purpose of faggots is faced with a dilemma. Will he reject/ignore the services of the faggot, or will he explore/embrace the services of the faggot?

There are a variety of factors that determine which way a straight Alpha will lean, but the most important one is this: how confident/powerful is the Alpha?

Truly powerful straight Alphas find the use and ownership of faggots to be irresistible. Faggots give these Men the kind of worship and slavish devotion they cannot receive from their females or really anywhere else, and it’s this kind of worship that grows power within the Alpha. He starts to see himself as something more than a mere Man, but rather a King, a god.

Like I said, it’s an irresistible opportunity.

Master David discovered that his roommate Vincent is actually a faggot and he recently took ownership of him. One thing that really stood out to me from that initial experience was Master David’s rock hard cock that resulted from having his feet worshiped by Vincent. It got Master David so worked up that he later masturbated. Keep in mind this has nothing to do with Master David’s sexual orientation, but rather it has everything to do with his need for POWER as a young Alpha.

When I concluded my recap of Master David’s first experience, I encouraged him to explore the sexual use of faggots. While I didn’t really expect him to do anything right away, I knew it would open his mind to all of the possibilities now ahead of him.

Possibilities like this:

It has been two days since Vincent submitted to me as my slave and I must say you’re right: I just fucking LOVE the feeling of power! I had Vincent sniff my armpits after gym and he was so desperately thankful, he couldn’t stop saying “thank you master, thank you so much, thank you, my master…” I have made him lie on his back and I cleaned my feet on his face, he was in ecstasy! And when I was lying on the couch, he licked my feet all evening, it was incredible! I had no idea my feet were such an erogenous zone, it was delicious, I loved it!

Also, I told Vincent that from now on, I was not going to lift a finger to clean the house or to run errands. He replied cheerfully, “Of course, master! Your time is too precious to waste on such menial tasks! I’ll take care of everything for you, master, just tell me what you want, your desires are my commands!”

It feels just unreal and magical. That boy is willing to endure any humiliation and do any chore just for my pleasure and my comfort! And just because he thinks I’m hot and strong and smart! That’s crazy! I love to be a king!

I absolutely love the fact that Master David took my advice to scent train his faggot! Alphas often fail to appreciate the power of their scent. They think they stink, but to inferiors with the genetic receptors (like faggots), their scent is almost sweet and highly addictive. Once a faggot has fully imprinted on its Alpha’s scent, that imprinting lasts a lifetime.

I also think it’s great that Master David is enjoying the foot worship of his faggot. Feet ARE an erogenous zone, but it’s more than just physical sensation that makes it so hot. It’s a submissive act to kiss and lick another person’s feet, so when a faggot does this to a straight Alpha he suddenly feels like royalty!

Master David added a little something at the end of his message to me that makes me feel like he’s eager to try more with his new slave:

I’m reflecting on what you say about using him sexually. It is true that all that power is arousing me so very much. I have a hard on just thinking of it. I guess it doesn’t make me gay if I’m the one who penetrates but isn’t being penetrated… I’ll think about it.

Very revealing! I love Master David’s honesty and transparency as he grows and expands his power! If he decides to fuck his faggot’s throat or ass, I cannot wait to hear how he feels then!

Regardless, faggot ownership is improving Master David’s life daily, and it’s helping him become what he was born to be: A KING!

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!

When we last heard from Mike, the older faggot of a powerful younger Alpha named Steve, Mike had made a disastrous choice that caused Master Steve to lock him in chastity for two weeks. Mike was devastated, but resigned to his fate since he was given a choice and he chose wrong.

But just because Master Steve is punishing Mike, that doesn’t mean Mike doesn’t still need to continue to serve. And that’s exactly what Mike has been doing:

After sending you the message yesterday,  as I was cleaning his house and laundry, I started to do a lot of thinking about his and I relationship and how it’s evolved into this.

But Saturday, I cleaned his house washed and folded his laundry.  This was actually the first time I ever did his laundry.  I assume this will be part of my new chores. I even went to the store and made his favorite, my chicken salad, which he always says is the best.  He normally likes it in refrigerator to snack on.  I guess this was my way of saying I’m sorry, because he always says words mean nothing but actions mean everything.  

He got home late as he said he would.  When he finally came to bed.  He did put his arm around me and I could smell the chicken salad on his breath.  That made me happy.

But to be honest, I didn’t sleep very well, I kept straining all night in my cage.  I don’t know how I’m going to get adjusted to this.   And pissing is almost impossible without making a mess.

Sunday was overall a good day,  everything was almost normal.  Except for I was constantly thinking about my cage.  Just before I was leaving at 3 o’clock he asked me to come into the living room.   He asked me to hand him my phone and unlock it, I did.  He opened up my Grindr app, and kinda scroll through it a second.  He asked me do I think it was appropriate for me to have this app on the phone talking to other guys since I had him.  I knew immediately what he wanted.  I said no it wasn’t and I’m very sorry I have it.  He handed me the phone back and said well you know what to do.  He watched as I deleted my account, data and app.  He said let’s make this clear, going forward he’s the only that can play with whoever and whenever.  And I will never have sex with anyone else but him, unless he approves or asks.  He said are we clear on this?  I said yes, sir.

What he did next actually kind of shocked me.  He took the keys to the chastity device and hung them the same place we keep our car keys.  He said remember what I told you always have free will to do what you want.  

We live about an hour and a half apart, that afternoon when I was leaving to go back home, he gave me a hug and kiss and said thanks for the chicken salad by the way.  I just smiled.

On the way home, I was thinking of how I could make up to him for choosing this option.

That really shows the kindness within Master Steve, a god-like quality of benevolence toward an inferior.

However, Master Steve then changed the stakes the next day:

WOW!!! That’s an incredible assignment! It’s also a tough one, a variation of The Nuclear Option method of punishment I’m always talking about!

Will Mike be able to find a faggot friend to service Master Steve? And how will it impact their relationship? Stay tuned!

i am a 23 year old faggot who has been in service to my Master Damien for more than two years.  In those two years, my Master has taught me what being a slave to an Alpha Top should be.  He has allowed me to do His laundry, clean His apartment, cook His meals, run is errands, detail His car.  i am sure that you get the idea.. He keeps me satisfied as His fuck puppet also.  He is forceful sexually and insatiable.  He has made my life as His slave joyful.  i can think of nothing i would want to with the rest of my life than to be His servant.

Here’s the problem:  He is being reassigned to a different city for His job and He has made it clear that He is not going to take me with Him.  i cannot understand how He could just brush off my devoted service and my worshipful devotion to Him.  What is a faggot to do?

Brother, thank you for writing! 

I’m so sorry that this is happening! It’s definitely one of the hazards of being a faggot, and if you asked me it’s the worst aspect about it. It’s heartbreaking, but it’s also confusing as well. 

Since I was owned by straight Alphas during my fag “career”, I ended up needing to be dismissed because my Masters fell in love and got married (to females, naturally). It killed me every time, of course, but the first couple of times hurt much more because I was inexperienced with controlling my emotions. I’d come out of being a fag slut and discovered how wonderful (and more fulfilling) it was to be owned and trained by an Alpha, so I was desperate to cling to those Masters (they were incredible Men, too). 

But with my next couple of Masters I had developed myself emotionally to the point that I had a very philosophical, “serve in the moment” focus that helped me remain more detached and accepting of these kinds of losses. 

I guess I’m giving you a long-winded version of a “time and experience heals all wounds” speech, brother. Master Damien gave you the experience of a lifetime, and he shaped you into the wonderful faggot you are today. But he’s far from the only great Alpha Master out there. Your next Master is going to be one lucky Alpha, indeed! 

My thoughts are with you, brother! Love you!   

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the conversion and ownership of former Master Bruno into a faggot by powerful Master Juan. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It has been a little while since I last heard from Master Juan and his faggot Bruno. I assumed everything was going well since I hadn’t heard from either of them, and Master Juan is a God Alpha who seems to have supreme control over all aspects of his life.

His message to me contained information I wasn’t expecting, and it simultaneously thrilled me and alarmed me.

This your Master Juan. Bruno and I traveled to Italy for the holidays and I was too busy to check this email in January. Everything is going well here. You have my consent to publish my story with Bruno on your website, go ahead. 

The only big update I have for you is that I have a girlfriend now. It was difficult to navigate that at first with Bruno, but after a long conversation, he agreed to be mine while I have an official relationship with a woman. Although I am bisexual, I need a woman by my side to form a family and have my children. And so, I decided to keep Bruno in my house, while she still lives with her parents. My gf doesn’t know that I use Bruno but our deal is he pretends to be my roommate and doesn’t tell anyone that I fuck him and, in return, I allow him to serve me 24/7 and have my full attention and protection. 

In fact, I wanted to hear from you about that. I think Bruno will eventually want to find a man who actually loves him and get married. But for now, he seems to be happy living with me under my rules. 

Now, I knew Master Juan was bisexual. I just wasn’t aware of the extent of his lust for pussy.

Alphas at the level of a Master Juan want and expect the world. It’s only natural that they want all of the power and glory they’re entitled to, and every womb (female and faggot) should be filled with their seed. But when it comes to glorification, there’s no better way for an Alpha to be glorified than by the children he creates. The power to create life is something God bestowed upon Man (who was created in the likeness of God, not women), and with that power comes a deep-rooted desire to exercise that power. I mean, do you think Men have that constant drive to fuck and breed just because they’re bored? No – they’re born with that desire to procreate, impregnate, raise children.

Like everything else, God Alphas like Master Juan have that desire much more powerfully than other males.

I was sad to think that poor Bruno might end up being out of a job as a faggot eventually, a victim of Master Juan’s most primal desires. As Master Juan mentioned, Bruno will be able to find another Master to own him and care for him. It’s just a shame that Master Juan was the one who broke Bruno, taught him about his faghood and how to properly serve an Alpha. That kind of experience is not forgotten … nor replaceable.

I expressed this is a letter to Master Juan, and he responded with this:

I wish I could just keep Bruno with me because he is getting better day by day. However, no matter how much I love fucking his tight hole, after a few weeks I really miss fucking pussy. Sadly, Bruno cannot give me children, so I want to get married with a woman. But I don’t think it’s fair to get her pregnant before telling her the whole truth. So I decided to keep her for now to see how things go. When the time arrives, I will explain to her that I don’t mind having her as my only Queen and woman, but I will eventually need to fuck faggots too. If she doesn’t accept it, we’ll break up. Time will tell.

As always, Master Juan is noble and righteous in his dealings with the inferiors serving his needs. I’m glad to hear that he intends to explain his situation to her before it progresses too far. Not only does that respect her, but it also respects Bruno by giving him a place in that conversation that involves him.

I’m keenly aware that God Alphas don’t need to do these kinds of things, and many don’t. That’s why I feel so blessed to know and serve a great King like Master Juan. Even if, as a faggot, I cannot see everything he’s planning, I can trust that when he acts, it will be for the good of everyone!

Thank you, Master Juan!

P.S. Yes, you have my permission to name your first son or daughter “sam”!

Sam, I am living a dilemma and my brilliant older brother (you!) will certainly know how to help me.

I am 18 and I have been serving two men, Jack and Harry. Jack is 19 and Harry is 34. Jack is annoying and acts like a high schooler, he only talks about NBA and Marvel movies. I usually suck his dick in his car and that’s it. He acts more like a bully than an actual Man. On the other hand, Harry is a lawyer, extremely fancy, speaks several languages, takes me to dinner in wonderful restaurants, and has a wonderful dominant Alpha energy anywhere he goes.

The decisions seems obvious but the issue is: Jack’s dick is heavy, thick, and has 8 inches, while Harry has a normal girth and is around 4.5 inches. I am still a virgin, but I have been sucking both of them for months. Both want to fuck my virgin hole, but I want to choose only one Man to take my virginity and serve full time.

I’m desperate to finally having a man fucking and breeding me, but at the same time I’m afraid to choose Harry and end up not feeling what I could feel with Jack’s dick in my hole. I love sucking both, but Jack destroys my throat while Harry dominates me because of his presence and energy, not so much because of his dick. Jack doesn’t care if I serve other Men, he just wants a cumdump, but Harry told me that he will only take my virginity if I stop serving other guys.

I am starting my life as a faggot now and I don’t want to make stupid decisions! Can you please help me, brother?

Thank you for writing little brother! It’s an exciting time in your life, and I certainly want you to start it off on the right foot! 

To me, the answer is crystal clear, but I want to first tackle the dick size issue (again). Big dicks don’t make a Man more virile, more powerful, more anything EXCEPT that big dicks are fun to play with. The idea that hung Men are more virile or potent is simply an illusion in our minds that is reinforced by stereotypes in media, etc. 

I have served Alphas with huge dicks (like 11 inches+), and I’ve served Alphas with average dicks. I’ll tell you the truth: one of my best fucks came from a very dominant bodybuilder with a very average dick. It was how he handled himself, handled me, and he just exuded confidence and power. So that’s where I’m coming from on this.

If you’re faced with losing your virginity, do you really want the first time to be an extraordinarily painful experience with a freakshow-sized cock? Is it really that important that you suffer through it just for the thrill-ride aspect of it?

Here’s the other part of it: the huge dick is attached to an Alpha who sounds pretty dumb and doesn’t give a fuck about you. He’s going to take that big dick of his and hurt you with it because he probably enjoys hurting people with it (because he’s dumb and immature). 

Meanwhile, you have an experienced, personally and professionally powerful older Alpha who wants to take your virginity and take ownership of you as his special possession. He cherishes your virginity, and wants to shepherd you and train you to become the best faggot possible.

So again, the choice seems pretty clear to me. The older Alpha should be your focus. He’s going to provide you so much more in every way, and help you become the faggot I know you want to be. 

Good luck little brother! 

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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!

The last I heard from my faggot brother Fabien was last Thursday after Master Anthony had enjoyed his 22nd birthday with his faggot and was heading out that night to celebrate with his Alpha Pack.

Now, I know Alphas about as well as I know faggots; this comes when you’ve served them and been owned by them as many times as I have. And I warned Fabien: BE READY FOR THEIR RETURN. I knew Master Anthony wasn’t going to miss a chance to show off his power over his faggot with his larger group of friends.

And sure enough, I was right again.

This is a pretty jaw-dropping installment from Fabien, so I’ll minimize interruptions:

Anyway, as you know, Anthony’s Pack was back to his home (I feel more and more like I’m living in his place rather than the reverse! ^^). But there were some surprises: Anthony arrived with Henri, five other friends (including two I didn’t know) but also a gorgeous young girl and another boy their age, named Clément, who happened to be… another faggot!

When they arrived, they were loudly chatting and they hardly paid any attention to me, except to give me their coats. But Anthony, who was speaking with the girl, snapped in my direction and said to the shy boy: “Clément, go with Fabien here to the kitchen, he’ll explain you your duties:”.

So I met the boy Clément in the kitchen. “Are you Anthony’s roommate” he asked me. “More like his live-in servant”, I answered. Then, he explained to me. Clément is a shy classmate of Anthony and Henri’s gang who often tried to befriend them. Some days ago, Anthony had him lick his boots. Henri and him had a good laugh and Anthony told his best bro “I’ve already have a better one, you can get this one!”. So now, Clément is considered to be Henri’s slave boy!

(Also, it means that either Anthony already has another college fag I don’t know of, or I am the “better one”! Either one, it makes my day!)

Anyway, to sum up, Clément and I served the Pack all evening, bringing them drinks and food, while they laughed and chatted loudly over background music, sometimes danced and played video games. I had secretly baked a chocolate cake for Anthony, and Clément and I lit the 22 candles in the kitchen. When I brought it into the living room, all his friends started singing “Happy Birthday” and clapping!

Clément and I were also used and humiliated during the evening. When I served a drink to Anthony, who was talking with the pretty girl sitting on his lap, he said to her, pointing at me, “You see the grown-up guy who lives here with me? He’s my stooge. He idolizes me so much that he does anything I tell him to do.” She was very intrigued and interested. “Look!” he said, snapping his fingers at his boot.

I knew what I had to do. And I was delighted to show this young girl all Anthony’s power, to make her understand how lucky she was to be in his lap. I licked the sole and all of Anthony’s boot very carefully, to the admiring cheers and chuckles of the girl and the Alpha Bros. Afterwards, with Anthony’s approval, I had to lick several shoes and bare feet. My tongue was tired by the end!

Later that evening, I was on my knees in front of them, trying to catch with my mouth any food they threw at me, laughing. I also had to bark and perform like a dog for their entertainment. The boy Clément, meanwhile, was used as a footrest for long moments by several of them, and had to deal with socks in his mouth and spit in his face.

How can I explain what I felt like, as an accomplished, respectable thirty-something, humiliated and mocked by these young college student bros laughing together? I felt perfectly in my place. It seemed so natural to me, as a lesser boy, to debase myself for the pleasure of these young, better men.

Late in the evening, Anthony got up with the beautiful girl who was glued to him and said to his brothers “Fellas, I’ve got more festivities ahead of me!” and they both went to his room while the others raised their glasses or bottles of beer to his health and jokingly wished him a happy birthday. Afterwards, we could clearly hear the girl’s exclamations of delight coming from the bedroom, provoking admiring and appreciative laughs from the alphas.

“Anthony, that lucky bastard!” one of them said with obvious admiration, “always gets the prettiest ones!” “Yeah” laughed another “no wonder he’s the boss!” I felt such a burst of pride!

One of them called out to me: “All of this makes me horny. Hey, bitch, I hear you give blow jobs? Come over here”. I was about to comply, but Henri intervened: “No, Anthony isn’t here and didn’t allow it. You can have mine, though” and he turned to Clément, who was then groveling in the back of the room “You little shit! Come over here to have a taste of our dicks!” Clément had to suck several cocks, while I was massaging Henri’s feet.

When they went to bed (Henri and two others in the guest room, three others on the sofa bed), Clément and I were sent to the kitchen. Since the first party, with Anthony’s agreement, I’ve bought a futon to sleep on. I wanted to lend it to Clément, but Henri stopped by and forbade it, requiring Clément to sleep directly on the floor. I said I didn’t mind letting him sleep on it, but Henri curtly replied, “I don’t care what you mind or not. I decide to educate my slave boy and to learn to sleep in his place!” So Clément had to accommodate himself to the kitchen floor.

I tried to comfort him as much as I could. “Don’t worry! You’re going to love serving superior men. Sometimes, it may be hard and exhausting, but it’s really worth it! I wish I knew that when I was your age. Always be thankful and obedient and attentive, always put his well-being first. And I promise you, it will be very fulfilling!” I saw him give a shy little smile and murmur “they actually are super awesome!” and I was relieved.

The next day, I was the first person in the apartment to wake up. I wondered if Anthony would want me to come and bring him breakfast in his room while he was with his lover, but I felt it was better to take the risk of making a mistake by bringing something to him than by failing to do so. I put a hearty breakfast for him and his girl on a tray, and added a flower from a vase in a small glass vial, for the lady.

I set the tray down beside his bed as they both slept, her head resting on his chest. Anthony slowly opened his eyes at this moment, glanced at the breakfast and gave me a thumbs-up, then a hand signal to clear off. I was so relieved I did right!

Back in the kitchen, I kindly woke up Clément and suggested that he brings Henri and his two friends breakfast in the guest room. His new master would surely be pleased. He did so and only came out later, looking delighted, with a little cum still on his face. As for the others three in the living room, I knew they were only entitled to leftover breakfast, in accordance with the hierarchy between Alphas, but I always take care to make generous portions so that they get respectable shares.

Anthony and his bros left in the late morning that day. My master informed me that he wouldn’t be coming back to the flat before they left for the weekend, and said I’d see him on Monday, while reminding me with a hand gesture to clean and tidy the apartment before he comes back.

Clément kindly stayed with me a little longer to help me start cleaning. Before he left, I did my best again to help him. “I may be older than you, but you and I are the same, inferior boys born to serve and obey incredible men like Anthony, Henri and their bros. So we’ve got to stick together brotherly! If you need anything, don’t hesitate to contact me, little brother!” I wish to be as helpful to him as I know you would be, Sam!

What a stunning display of natural Hierarchy, both Alpha and faggot! I wasn’t there, and yet I feel almost as giddy as little Fabien!

First of all, let me sing Fabien’s praises. Keep in mind that this is Fabien’s FIRST TIME serving an Alpha, and he’s exquisitely perfect right out of the box! Whenever anyone asks if faggots are born that way, just point to Fabien. He was BORN for this role, and it’s one he accepts with responsibility and joy.

For instance, notice how Fabien had no jealousy over his Master Anthony’s female, or the other faggot the Pack brought to the apartment! Not only did he not have any jealousy, but he also began helping Clement – mentoring him – to be the best faggot possible and making things as comfortable for his faggot brother as he could under pressure! I haven’t seen this level of selfless faggot cooperation since the legendary faggots of Masters Jin, Nick, and Matt in Toronto, Canada! It’s beautiful beyond belief! Any Alpha on the planet would want to own and cherish faggots like Fabien and Clement!

And from the Alphas we see typical Pack behavior, with each one teaching the next how to own and use the available faggots. I love that Master Anthony (the God Alpha of the Pack) taught Master Henri about faggot ownership and “gifted” him a faggot of his own. This is not over. The other Alphas in the Pack will soon be getting faggots of their own as well, just watch!

When Master Anthony returns home to his loyal faggot, he is going to give him a return to remember. I have no doubt that Master Anthony is beaming with pride over the way his faggot served him. If he feels even half of what I feel for Fabien’s performance, he’s going to breed Fabien until cum is seeping from his tearducts!

Ultimately, I’m left speechless and moved almost to tears by Fabien’s closing words:

It’s been over two days since Anthony left and I can hardly think of anything else but him. I feel so much loyalty and admiration for him; how can a young man be so perfect? I am obsessed with making him happy, I really want him to enjoy his life as much as he can. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do just to please him. I can’t wait to see him again tomorrow!

That’s how complete and devoted service to a worthy Alpha should leave a faggot – spent, but eager to be spent again. We are renewed by being used by our Owners!

I love you, sweet Fabien! May you always be so inspired!

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!

A couple of days ago I published this post about an ultimatum Master Steve gave to his new faggot Mike. The ultimatum involved two choices that Master Steve presented to Mike and told him to choose his destiny:

1. the first option was Master Steve would cage Mike in private. Mike would remain locked for two weeks, but during those two weeks he would not have sex with Mike. Mike would only be allowed to watch Master Steve have sex with other fags.

2. The second option would be Master Steve hosting a caging party; he would invite his three closest friends, Mike could make it public knowledge to them that he was Master Steve’s fag, and that Mike was wanting to be locked.  He would lock Mike in front of them.  And then Mike could serve them drinks that night.  After they left, he said he would allow Mike to drink his piss and fuck and breed him every time they were together over the next two weeks.

In that post I made it very clear that I was recommending the second option. I felt it was obvious what Master Steve really wanted his faggot to choose. I believed Master Steve wanted to show off his new, obedient faggot to his Alpha brothers, cage it in front of them so they could admire it, and then spend two glorious weeks breeding it like a King. After all, that’s the glorification all Alphas want.

Sadly, Mike allowed his ego to get in the way, and he chose the wrong option. I’ll let him tell it.

It was an emotional night.  I feel exhausted.  

I hadn’t heard from him since he hung up on me Friday, so I showed up at his house around 6 PM like usual. He was on the couch, feet up on the coffee table in long socks, playing video games, acting like nothing had happened. I was nervous, waiting for him to say something first. He just asked how my day was, like everything was normal. It caught me off guard.

I asked why he hadn’t messaged me back. He said there was no reason to there was nothing to discuss. I tried to bring up our options again, but he just said no.

Then he told me I had free will to make my own choices, but his needs would always come first. He said sometimes he’d push me, challenge me, guide me where he thought was best for my growth. Other times, like now, he’d let me decide so I could have a stake in the relationship. But choices always come with rewards and consequences. Then, just like that, he went back to his game.

I stood there quietly, then started telling him about my conversation with you and the advice you gave. He cut me off, saying he didn’t care for what you faggots talk about and that at the end of the day, I was going to have to live with the consequences, not anyone else. But then he added that if I were smart, I’d start taking advice from someone.  The choice I made was selfish on my part, all I thought about was me.  He said I keep forgetting his needs and priorities are always first.  He said you think this was the easy way out, but trust me it was the harder way, but you will soon find out.

I was speechless. Then he said, Enough of this. Get me something to drink.

As I turned to head to the kitchen, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see Gary, someone I couldn’t stand. The kind of fag who’s always trying to get into someone else’s boyfriend’s pants. Before I could say anything, he asked if Steve was home.

Steve must’ve overheard because he called out, Yeah, let Gary in.

At this point in time, Master Steve stood up pulled his dick out of his sweatpants, and said come here, Gary you fucking fag, suck my dick.  Of course Gary got on his knee and started sucking his dick.  At this point time Master Steve looked at me and just simply said I thought you were getting me something to drink.  I was completely speechless.  I was fuming mad, but went in there and got him something to drink.  I handed Master Steve the drink.  And he said watch how good this faggot does.  In typical Master Steve style, just before he was going to cum he told Gary to open up his mouth and stick out his tongue.  He began to blow his load in his mouth and some landed on his cheek.  He took his cock, rubbed it on his cheek, told him to swallow his load and clean off his cock.  He did and then he told him to open his mouth, he cleared his throat and spit in his mouth.  He just said OK faggot it’s time for you to go.  Gary being the piece of shit could tell I was mad, he just simply looked at me and said bye sweetie.  Of course I wanted to scream.

Master Steve said damn he gave a good blow job, I may have to fuck him one day.    He said OK it’s time for us to go take a shower and get dressed to go to dinner.

He didn’t really act mad at me, but things felt off.  I kept replaying what had happened in my mind. I was upset and jealous.  But I knew I only have myself to blame.

That night we went to bed as usual.  When I woke up the next morning to make his breakfast, as I started to get out of bed he woke up at the same time and said oh btw here put this on.  It was the Chastity, I thought he might have forgotten.  It was much tighter fitting than I had imagined.  The feel wasn’t as bad as I expected, but I’m sure it’s going to be worse over the next few hours and days.

When I brought him the breakfast, I noticed he was up reading his phone.  I kneeled like I normally do after I put his food on the table.  And he said, could you just hand it to me in bed?  I ask him did he need to relieve himself and he said no pissed in the toilet already.   He said don’t forget I’m cut off of piss, dicks, and loads two weeks.  So don’t ask again.  I was crushed.

We went about our morning routines and then he said he was going to be out for the rest of the day. He said straighten up this place it’s a mess and do the laundry.  And don’t wait up for him tonight.

To be honest, I have so many thoughts going on right now.  Why am I allowing this?  What’s he out doing and who is he doing?  Am I being truly selfish as he said?  Why does he want me caged and why is so important to cage me in front of his friends?  Should I text him to come home and talk?  Do I need to set some ground rules for our relationship? Do i simply go home?  So many thoughts, I just feel drained and so frustrated already in this cage.  

Now, Mike made the wrong choice for sure. Master Steve was clearly upset that his faggot didn’t get the point of the exercise, and even though he got good service from another faggot, it’s still not as satisfying as what he wanted to happen.

But how about that last paragraph???

That last paragraph is a CATASTROPHE of faulty faggot thinking! Every wrong impulse is crammed into it, and if Mike were to do any of those things, Master Steve would cut him off at the knees and dump him out along the side of the road.

So instead of that happening, I did that for Master Steve. I lacerated Mike in a long email, screaming through text that faggots don’t make demands or ultimatums or threats to an Alpha. Faggots don’t have the right to become indignant and demand special treatment. Mike is a FAGGOT, not a lover, partner, or even a friend.

I don’t know if Mike did anything stupid, because I haven’t heard back from him after I pulverized him. Hopefully he learned a lesson, but I’m not optimistic.

I do think Mike is handicapped because he was once a Top. This has conditioned him to expect certain treatment that he’s no longer entitled to as the property of an Alpha.

ALL FAGGOTS, RE-READ THAT AWFUL PARAGRAPH! LEARN FROM IT!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the story of a professional office faggot named Sean who desired to serve (and eventually served) a hot new God Alpha subordinate in the office. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a long, long time since I’ve heard much more than a peep out of my dear brother Sean. A trickle of info here and there, but he’s been so busy serving his God Alpha brothers and dealing with his both his house duties and whatever’s left of his place at the company he founded (now taken over by God Alpha Eric).

I’ve been deluged with questions about this story, one of the most incredible true stories of Hierarchical dominance I’ve ever encountered. Sean seems perplexed by the interest, but I think Sean is so far inside the bubble that he can’t get any perspective. What has happened in his life is literally every faggot’s dream (and, frankly, the dream of most Alphas, too!). It’s been an extraordinary privilege to carry Sean’s story and share it with the world, where it has changed minds and lives with its simple, undeniable truth about Hierarchy.

So, after months of pestering Sean, he finally found some time on a slow Sunday to update me on how things have been.

i love my life of service to two incredible Masters.  Master Jake is now attending a local college and i am helping Him with His school work so that He gets excellent grades and can maintain His eligibility to play intercollegiate baseball.  Over Christmas my Masters enjoyed skiing in the Rockies and that took a lot of arranging on my part. None of this is a burden.  Indeed the more ways i am able to serve Them, to make Their lives more enjoyable, the more fulfilled my life is and the happier i am with my life.  sam, i am sure you understand.

I wanted more clarification on this little blurb of tantalizing information, like did he go with them on this ski trip, or how Master Eric was doing in his position as one of the co-owners of the company.

i accompanied them on the trip, but of course, i didn’t ski.  i took care of the equipment, cooked Their meals, made Their beds, did the laundry, etc.  A lot of cocksucking which  is always a wonderful reward.

Master Eric is kicking ass at the company  He effectively runs the place.  i have virtually no role there –sometimes i am consulted about stuff that i am particularly expert on.

This amazing situation has been going for more than three years now, and it shows no signs of slowing down at all. Masters Eric and Jake are now wealthy, pampered, and worshiped young GOD ALPHAS fully experiencing their natural birthright.

And Sean is experiencing the bliss only absolute submission can provide. Even in all of my years of service I have never been completely emptied and thoroughly used the way my brother Sean has been. Of course, as much credit goes to the absolute power of Master Eric as it does to Sean.

But it just goes to prove yet again: Hierarchy IS Truth!

Hi Sam,

Quick question. I’ve been fucking a very nice fag for 6 months now. He is always available to cook, clean, do the chores and, of course, suck and ride my dick. But he is really obsessed with my feet and armpits, even more than my dick, so sometimes after I cum in his mouth or ass, I let him worship my feet for hours just because he is a good boy.

The thing is, I don’t really care about him kissing my feet or armpits. After I cum, I just want to send him home. However, I feel that if I started doing that, he’ll be less and less obedient with time. Based on your experience as a faggot and mentoring many other fags, do you think my rationale makes sense? If I start just sending him home after I cum (which would be ideal for me), do you think he’ll eventually stop serving me? I’m asking this because right now he is constantly begging to serve me because he knows he’ll get some feet and armpit afterward. While I understand that faggots exist to serve us, I don’t want to take the risk because finding a warm mouth and a tight hole is not always easy.

Master, thank you for writing such an honest letter, one to which I think many Alphas can relate.

First of all, congratulations on finding yourself a true faggot deeply devoted to worship and service! You mention it’s rare to find such a faggot, and I agree! I wish more faggots embraced their truth so completely! 

I kinda chuckled when I read your issue. Men are notorious for wanting to be alone or go to sleep after they cum. The faggot doesn’t mean to be pushy or selfish when it starts worshiping your pits and feet, of course. I think the faggot is just turned on by the loads (and the hormones in the cum) you just pumped into it, and this is a form of thanks. It’s like a cat incessantly rubbing up against an Owner it loves. It’s almost like the faggot is making its own kind of aftercare, which is weird.

But no matter how talented or beloved your faggot is, it has no right to infringe on your needs or wants. After all, you own it. 

So here’s what I propose, Master: allow the faggot to worship your feet and armpits BEFORE it services you. That way the ritual will serve as a kind of foreplay for the fag, which might vastly improve its service for your cock. And who knows, while you’re horny you might like your feet and armpits worshiped more. 

I think it would be good to inform the faggot of the switch AND WHY, so that the faggot understands you want it to go home once it’s finished. 

I’m so grateful you wrote to me about this issue, Master, and I sincerely hope this helps! I want you to have all the pleasure you desire, as well as maintain solid, caring control over your faggot! 

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Hey Sam

I really like your content here and I have a important question

I am 23 and I am straight. Some years ago I really wanted to have a threesome with my gf and another woman. She said that we could do it as long a we had a threesome with another guy too. Of course I said no, I would never let my woman touch another dick. But, surprisingly, she just wanted to see me fucking a faggot.

It took her 8 months to convince me that fucking faggots is not gay at all. She is a ballet dancer and one day she brought home one of her friends from ballet. The guy was really smooth, was wearing some make-up and had amazing legs and ass. At first I thought it wouldn’t work and I almost gave up, but the guy got on his knees and starting calling me Sir.

I am very dominant with women in bed but it’s very rare to find a woman who actually wants to submit to me (nothing against feminists lol). The faggot was smart and felt that I was not attracted to his body but I was attracted to the feeling of POWER that I had with him. They started to give me a double blowjob, and shortly after I was fucking my gf’s pussy and the fag’s ass at the same time. I felt like a king.

We were all 19 when that started to happen and we’ve been fucking from time to time for 4 years now. My gf loves Man-fag porn (she showed me your website), so she’s perfectly happy with this situation and her pussy gets really wet when I fuck the faggot. For me, it’s good to have a nice blowjob a and a tight ass available 24/7.

However, the faggot often refers to us a  throuple and I really don’t want to hurt his feelings. I told him one million times that I AM NOT BISEXUAL. I will not have a boyfriend, I do not have any interest in having a relationship with a man or a faggot. I just want my woman who will be my wife one day, and he’s just a nice cumdump. I like using him and I understand that he’s inferior, but he is still a human being and I respect him a lot. I know very little of fag’s hearts, so I wanna know your opinion.  In my mind, I am a King with a Queen by my side and he’s nothing more than a useful servant. How to keep the fag next to me but convince him that we’re not a throuple? I respect him, I protect him, I take care of him, I like how he’s friends with my girl, but I do not love him as I love my gf.

Master, thank you for writing!  What an amazing testimony to the truth of Hierarchy! 

You really should be quite grateful to your girlfriend, Master. She recognized what you are – at least an Apex Alpha – and knew that you deserved the kind of worship only faggots can truly provide. As you mention, very few females understand how to WORSHIP Men, but faggots are completely devoted servants/slaves of Men like you. She took a big risk introducing you to faggots, but the experience seems to have made a powerful impression on you.

I’m sure you always felt the truth of Hierarchy in your life before you ever discovered the true nature of it, this fact that you, a superior Alpha, deserves to be served and serviced by all inferiors you choose. Tragically, many Alphas refuse this part of their Hierarchical heritage, and they fail to advance in power and standing among Men. What you wrote above shows you’ve peeked through the looking glass and you now see the vast Kingdom and endless possibilities available to you. I cannot tell you how happy I am to hear that! 

It’s also clear that your faggot doesn’t quite understand its purpose yet. It’s still under the mistaken impression that it’s like a second girlfriend or something, and that’s wrong. A faggot is a slave, a loyal dog, a possession. It is to humbly serve as commanded by its Owner. 

So here’s where you (as its Master) must take the faggot and retrain it into a proper servant. First and foremost, I think it would be beneficial to put a chastity cage on the faggot, if not permanently then whenever it’s serving you. This will help the faggot understand it is not the same as you. 

I also recommend that you employ targeted scent training with the faggot, but combined with a call/response exercise to get into the faggot’s head that it is not in a relationship with you, but rather it is your property. Put the faggot on its knees and make it kiss your feet. Then tell it to repeat after you as you tell it to repeat back “I am a faggot” “I am not a Man” “My Master cannot love me” “I exist to serve my Master” etc. As the faggot completes each call/response, have it deeply inhale your crotch or armpits (you can be clothed or naked), and then kiss your feet again. 

I know you mentioned that you don’t want to hurt the faggot, Master, but this is not hurting the faggot. We faggots need to be trained to accept reality through this kind of targeted training. A dog might not like its Master using a choke collar on it during obedience training, but in the end the dog is grateful for its Master’s attention and care. So will your faggot. 

As you mentioned, owning your faggot has made you feel more like a King. That’s good, because that’s exactly what you were born to be. You have every right to have a Kingdom that reflects you, your glory and your standards, Master. If you end up owning 100 faggots, every one of them must be trained by you, and obediently loyal to you. 

I believe you have the power and the insight already within you to become a great Owner and Master of faggots, and you are blessed to have a Queen who is excited to see you exercising such power. Try my suggestions and see if they don’t improve the situation. If they don’t, adjustments can be made or the faggot can be replaced. 

I hope you will be willing to keep in touch with me as this situation develops, Master. I would be humbled and grateful to carry your story and continue a dialogue if possible. my email is HierarchyUniversity@gmail.com. THANK YOU, MASTER! 

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Over the years I’ve been able to interview people from all over the world, and I’ve featured many of their incredible stories on FWA and here.

But there is one place that has consistently outpaced every other nation (even the U.S.) in terms of accepting Hierarchical relationships. Faggot ownership seems to be almost commonplace there. Alphahood is recognized almost as readily there as it is on this site.

Longtime readers will remember my coverage of beautiful Guillaume, the faggot slave to two Alpha brothers in Paris. Right now I’ve been covering Master Anthony and his cherished faggot Fabien.

It honestly seems endless.

One of my favorite porn accounts on X is @Bapt_antoine69 that chronicles the hot sex life of French Master Antoine and his faggot Baptiste.

Everything about them screams Hierarchy.

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!

For an Alpha, a birthday is never a sign of getting older, only a sign of getting BETTER. As they age, their power increases, their confidence increases, and their Kingdom increases. Of course, that increase is directly tied to how much they embrace their Alphahood and their place in Hierarchy.

For Master Anthony, turning 22 years old today means he’s still just at the start of his reign. But how glorious he already is! Most significantly, in the last year Master Anthony has formally enslaved his first faggot, my dear Fabien. Why is it significant? Well, Master Anthony has broken out of the mold the world wants to put him in, one that constrains his power. He now understands that owning and using a faggot (a) doesn’t make him suddenly gay, and (b) makes him vastly more powerful than his Alpha peers.

That’s a lot of growth in one year, wouldn’t you say?

Needless to say, Master Anthony and his Alpha Pack intend to party it up for his 22nd birthday. But Master Anthony’s faggot Fabien has some other ideas …

Today is Anthony’s 22nd birthday! I know he plans to go for a festive birthday weekend with his bros tomorrow evening, but I wanted to mark the occasion today!

I bought him several gifts: black leather military boots, a rather expansive men’s fragrance and a luxury watch! I wrapped these presents in a single gift box and wrote him a note on a birthday card. Here is what I wrote, translated as well as I can:

Master Anthony,

You are arrogant, you are a show-off and you think you’re entitled to everything. And you know what? You’re completely right. Because you’re young, handsome, muscular, brilliant and you’re a natural leader. How can you have it all? That’s how it is. You’re just better.

Thank you for coming into my life and putting me in my place, that is, at your feet. Keeping you happy and satisfied is the most fulfilling thing I’ve ever done. You knew you were entitled to my submission and you gave me no choice. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Here are some gifts for you. I fervently hope they please you. If not, please punish me hard, and I’ll do better. I wish you a very, very Happy Birthday!

Your grateful slave,
Fabien

This morning, after I’d served him breakfast in bed and worshipped his cock, I went to discreetly take out my present to wait for him to take a shower. When he came out of his room, he was in his boxers. Like he often does, he stopped in front of the mirror, flexing and stretching, and ordered me to come massage his back. I once again put my hands on his toned shoulders and massaged his muscular back with my thumbs as I know he likes, making him close his eyes and moan in delight. While doing it, I was looking at him in the mirror, gawking at his abs, his pecs, his biceps, his face… Shaking my head, I murmured, almost unconsciously: “You’re just so gorgeous.” Opening his eyes and smiling smugly, he said “Yeah, I really am. Nice job!”. “Thank you for the honor”, I answered.

While he was in the shower, I put the gift box and birthday card in his room and prepared his clothes for the day. When he came out of the bathroom, I kissed his feet and said, “Maybe you’ll find a surprise in your room, Master.” “What are you up to, boy?” he said with a smile.

I waited in the living room with so much anxiety! I was hoping so hard that he would appreciate my card and my gifts! I was afraid I’d done something wrong, wondering if the word on the card was too “ bold ” and inappropriate… But when he came out, fully dressed, he was beaming, obviously delighted! “The gifts are great! Nice job, minion! And the birthday card was fun. Getting sentimental, huh? Kidding, that was cool!”

Looking down, he laughed and said “Admit it, you wanted new boots to lick, didn’t you? Come on and do your job, slave! Your tongue’s gonna meet these beauties a lot!”

I eagerly rushed over to lick his new boots for the first time. While I was on the second one, he felt like crushing my head against the floor. “How do you feel here under my boot, slave?” he laughed. “Where I belong, Sir! I’m in heaven!” I replied. “I’m sure you are!”

When I stood up, he said, “You haven’t done anything wrong for a long time, I don’t get many occasions to put your head under my boot!”  I replied, “If you feel like doing it, you don’t need any justification to do what you want to do, Sir! You’re the boss!” “That’s right,” he said, patting my cheek.

Before leaving, he told me he was going to receive some of his bros here tonight for a first party, before their weekend. Looks like I’m going to serve the Alpha Pack again!

Dear brother Sam, I don’t want to over-interpret nor overstep beyond my place, but I do believe there’s a form of complicity between us. I know I am not his friend and will never be, for only his Alpha Bros are worthy of his friendship, but I feel like we share a special bond, even if that’s hard to explain. Do you think I’m delusional? Anyway, I’m so, so happy!

I’m really proud of my brother Fabien for how deeply he has submitted to Master Anthony! Straight Alphas can be more difficult to serve, because they tend to push harder on our limitations. Ultimately this is for our betterment, of course, but working through that is the tough part.

But Fabien is a natural. The boot test was interesting and a little surprising, but Fabien didn’t flinch and responded to it beautifully. You can hear the deep satisfaction in the words of Master Anthony. He clearly loves owning Fabien.

Right now I imagine Fabien is being used by Master Anthony’s Alpha Pack somewhere in France, and I hope it’s going well. I have no doubt I’ll be hearing a breathless update from my little French brother before long!

Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MASTER ANTHONY!

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!

Last week I received a Questions From Readers from a former Top-turned-faggot named Mike who had been serving a powerful young Master named Steve. You can read that original question by clicking here. In it, Master Steve had loaned Mike to one of his Alpha buddies for use, which triggered Mike’s residual dominance.

But Mike wrote back with a conundrum, and I decided it deserved to graduate to a full-blown thread here on the site. After nine years of doing this, I usually have a pretty good feel for stories that seem to be intensifying, and this one certainly seems to be.

First, let me present you with the story-length question Mike left in my inbox:

Thanks for your response below on me sharing me with his best friend on his friends birthday.

I’m kind of in a new predicament and not sure what decision I want to make.  Last night Alpha Steve and I went to dinner of course I paid.  After dinner, we went back to his house and he said he wanted to talk with me about something.  He said that before I leave, we would be ordering a Chasity cage for me.  I was a little shocked. It’s kind of something, I heard him joke about in the past.  He said the main reason he was wanting to do this was because he knew I was jerking off on the days we were not together and I needed to learn that cumming was a privilege he controlled.  I ended up giving him my credit card so he could order the one he wanted.

Afterwards, he said he was going to allow me to make a decision, so I had the ultimate control of how it went down.    He said the first option was he would cage me in private. I would remain locked for two weeks, but during those two weeks he would not have sex with me. I would only be allowed to watch him have sex with other fags.  The second option would be we would have a caging party, he would invite his three closest friends, I could make it public knowledge to them that I was his fag, and I was wanting to be locked.  He would lock me in front of them.  And then I could serve them drinks that night.  After they left, he said he would allow me to drink his piss and fuck and breed me every time we were together over the next two weeks.

He said the choice is yours. We can keep it private or you can begin showing your true self.  Then he said it’s getting late you better go.  He said I will text you within the next few days and you need to give me an answer.

For me, this is a tough decision.  Because I never expected it to go this far.

First of all, let me just congratulate Master Steve for creating this Jigsaw-like domination puzzle for his fag Mike! What’s so brilliant about the choice he presented to Mike is the fact that both options have positive and negative aspects to them, but they’re both designed to reveal to Master Steve exactly where his faggot is in the process of full submission. I love it.

I can also see why Mike is struggling in this trap, because he’s smart enough to realize that he must tip his hand one way or the other.

Of course, I feel like the second option is better, both in a general sense as well as in Mike’s specific case. I just feel like Mike has been serving Master Steve for 1.5 years now and needs to come out as his Master’s property. Sure, it might be humiliating to be caged in front of a couple of Alphas, but they’re Alphas like Master Steve … they’d probably be just as proud as Master Steve will be.

In addition, Mike would be spared the indignity of watching Master Steve breed other faggots for two weeks, a form of punishment far worse than a silly cage.

Mike’s lonely little admission at the end is telling: “I never expected it to go this far”. Faggots often think they’re playing on the same field and in the same game as an Alpha, but they aren’t even playing the game at all – instead, they’re the BALL. All faggots need to grasp that truth and humble themselves in service. Alphas are our greatest Men (at least, they’re supposed to be), and they are typically many steps ahead of a faggot. They’re expert hunters, and they love to play with their catches. Rather than trying to outwit an Alpha, a faggot needs to submit and surrender to the desires of its Owner. By doing this, we allow ourselves to be molded by our Alpha into something better than we could ever hope to become ourselves.

So if Mike is asking me, I recommend that he take the second option. Believe me, being caged personally by his Master will do wonders for him, as will the commendation the onlookers will give him.

Submission to a Master and being locked in a chastity cage are ways for a faggot to truly become what it was born to be, and I want that for every faggot. I particularly want it for Mike, who has come so far and is now at the brink of something quite special.

I’ll let you know what happens (if he tells me)!

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Alphas have two huge and constant needs:

1. Fuck and breed
2. Dominate

They can always have both of these needs met by using fåggots. Unlike females, fåggots can always be used and will always submit.

That’s why encounters like this happen so often!