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!
When people tell me it’s “impossible” to convince a straight Alpha to try using a faggot sexually, I just shake my head and laugh. I’ve served plenty of straight Alphas, and so have many faggots I’ve chronicled over the years. Statistics bear out that more and more straight Men are trying gay sex, and I guarantee you that these gays they’re fucking faggots when they do.
As the hierarchical purpose of faggots becomes more widely accepted and embraced, this new generation of faggots are better trained and more service-oriented. This is how faggots win over these straight Alphas.
Among this new generation of faggots transforming straight Alphas, my brother Fabien is one of the finest. He’s smart, sexy, humble, and always grateful for his chances to serve.
I was there when Fabien first set out to seduce his current Owner, Master Anthony. Since then, Master Anthony has been able to watch his faggot seduce multiple other straight Alphas in his Alpha pack.
Most recently Master Anthony introduced Fabien to his cousin Sir Arthur. Master Anthony primed Sir Anthony about faggot usage, and then the two Alphas proceeded to use Fabien every which way they could and loaded him up with their superior cum.
Afterward I predicted that we were going to hear from Sir Arthur again. Well listen to the message Fabien just sent me:
My beloved brother,
Just a quick note to tell you that Sir Arthur, my Master Anthony’s cousin, has been very eager to explore his Alphahood since our vacation week together! He’s sort of already started to claim faggots. We spoke at length on the phone; I told him about your website, and he was very interested in learning more. So I sent him the website link and your email address. Don’t be surprised if he writes to you!
I hope you’re doing great, big bro! I’m exhausted but so happy to serve Men! The greatest beings on Earth!
Lots of love,
fab the fag
I cannot tell you how happy I am to hear this! My brother Fabien has done a terrific job seducing Sir Arthur, and how Sir Arthur is starting to understand all of this power he knew he could feel!
And he wants more!
I congratulate Fabien on a job well done! I can’t wait to find out what happens next!
UPDATE: as I was finishing this post an email arrived from Sir Arthur!!! You’re not going to believe this!!!
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The situation between my little brother Titouan and his straight married Master continues to intrigue me. It’s clear this Master really loves owning Titouan, and it’s not surprising. Titouan is already well-trained on how to serve Alphas, and he deeply loves it. Training and enthusiasm are two highly-desirable qualities for a faggot.
But I think the arrangement between Titouan and his Master is a mutually-beneficial one. This Master seems to be somewhat inexperienced, though, and he also seems to be learning how to own a personal faggot … and he loves it.
Last time Titouan wrote to me, he showed off the toys and the cage his Master got for him. But it seems like his Master wants to experiment some more with his boy toy:
As in last post about me, you wrote you were eager to know what would come next, i tell you :
My straight Alpha Daddy made me come another time to his secret studio in Paris. He is very excited to see me with chastity cage and to see my frustration. Ordered me to kneel, a few slaps, then made me lick him everywhere and suck his big dick. This time he also fucked me, while calling me “petite pédale” (little faggot). I love it all, so fair and good to obey and to see and hear the huge pleasure he gets.
He tells me that next time (presumably tomorrow after my studies, as he can be free from his family after work), he may remove my chastity if satisfied with me, and he adds “il va y avoir du nouveau” = there will be something new.
What could it be? I think either he wants to use the spanking tool he made me buy (pic on previous message), or another possibility he invites another Alpha i do not know for me to be his cocksucker. Exciting, can’t wait to know. He says he loves this relationship (straight mature Alpha / fag twink), i agree and feel it’s the best for both.
I think I would be very surprised if Tito’s Master brought in another Alpha given how secretive he’s trying to be, but you never know! Whatever it is, this Master is clearly trying to push boundaries and expand his hold on Titouan.
When I look at self-proclaimed Alphas on social media, I get disheartened. These are not Alphas in the traditional sense the human race has come to rely upon, the ones who fought wars, built cities, and protected the weak.
No, they are too often whiners who have been babied by soft, privileged lives. Their muscles are not leather-tough from hard use, but rather sculpted at Planet Fitness for Instagram. These new Alphas have no moral fiber, no central belief system, and no willingness to get their hands dirty building worlds.
This new breed wouldn’t lend a hand during a catastrophe as shocking as September 11, 2001.
I read this touching tribute to an Alpha named Michael Weinberg written by his friend Gwenn Marsh and wanted to share it. This is how an Alpha reacts when confronted by tragic and overwhelming odds.
READ:
THE FIREFIGHTER
Michael Weinberg, a 34-year-old Manhattan firefighter, was on a golf course in Queens when he heard a plane had hit the World Trade Center. His sister Patricia worked in the second tower. He put down his club and ran.
Traffic strangled every road into Manhattan. He abandoned his car in Long Island City and climbed onto a passing emergency vehicle to get to his firehouse. When he reached it, he geared up and headed toward the towers with Engine 1, Ladder 24. His sister was still inside. He didn’t know if she’d made it out.
She had. He did not.
Michael took shelter beneath a fire truck when the South Tower collapsed at 9:59am. The chaplain was with him. A captain was with him. None of them emerged. He became one of 343 New York City firefighters lost that morning. His father, Morty, a firefighter himself for fifteen years, knew immediately. “I knew he was gone,” he said. There was no ambiguity in his voice, just the certainty of a father who understood exactly what his son had run toward.
Years later, neighbors in Maspeth still spoke about him like he might walk through the door. The golf clubs he never picked back up. The car he left running. The sister who survived because that morning, nothing mattered to him more than reaching her. He never got the chance to see that she had made it out.
His name is etched into a wall with nearly three thousand others now, one line among so many. But behind every single one of them is a story just like his. A person who chose someone they loved over their own safety, in the space of a single decision that took no time at all.
What I did not mention before was that I was at work with Michael’s brother John in midtown Manhattan that day. Our small team grieved his loss together.
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!
Bullying has a deeply negative connotation in today’s Western whiny culture, but to students of hierarchy the act of bullying is part of the engine that drives hierarchy.
Virtually every faggot has been bullied in life, but it’s surprising how much bullying impacts the lives of Alphas.
Even God Alphas like Master Jase.
A couple of days ago Master Jase posed the following question to me:
Stretched out two muscle sluts last night, and in between rounds of cunting, had an interesting conversation. We spoke about the difference between bullying and domination. It was a compelling topic because I am a teacher, and one of my muscle fags is a cop. Before I give my thoughts, I want to know what you think is the difference between bullying and domination, especially for alphahood.
It was an interesting thought I’d never considered before. I relied this way:
I think bullying comes from a place of weakness or insecurity. A bully wants to tear down someone to make themselves feel better about their own lives or insecurities.
Domination, on the other hand, comes from a place of security. It’s about knowing you’re superior and more powerful and flexing that energy to influence inferiors.
This inspired Master Jase to pursue this line of thinking, and he makes an unexpected admission while doing so:
This may or may not come as a surprise to you. As a youth, before I accepted and blossomed into my alphahood, I was a victim of bullying. I tried very hard to mold myself into a vessel that my parents wanted me to be, and at the time, I didn’t know why it was such a struggle to be obedient to my parents’ wishes. Of course it was because the intrinsic power inside me refused to let me be controlled by another, even if it was from a place of love by my parents.
The result was though that I struggled and was vulnerable. And bullies in primary and early high school tried to intimidate and invade my space. So you can imagine both my past experiences, and my current role as an educator, means I have a very disdainful approach of bullying.
I like to summarise it as such. My dominance is all-consuming; I possess so much physical, mental, emotional and social security that coercion becomes almost unnecessary. My authority is established and inherent. A bully on the other hand, makes other men submit not through reference, but fear, and is dependent on that fake control to feel superior.
I find a gratifying thrill in breaking and brutalising bullies and showing them their place. Crush them physically and mentally, with the effortless aggression and brutality which is my domain, and turn them into fags consumed by the need to be pounded by my massive dick and filled with my potent seed. Their need to feel powerful and manly? I take that away from them, each spoken command in their ear, each merciless thrust at a time, each pump of my god cock in their cunts.
It’s especially satisfying when it’s a man who judges and bullies on discrimination. You by now know my thoughts and very passionate views on race, height, and sexuality. Being short, gay and Asian makes me no less a powerful God Alpha. Easily bending a man of fake bravado and twice my size over. Making him glad to experience real domination as I handle and play with his body and cunt as I please.
The cop was one such man. High on his power and authority, until he turned dismissive of me one night after a road-side alcohol breath test. I brutalised his throat that night, didn’t take long for him to be on his knees worshiping alpha cock. A once strong bully on his knees, weak and mind-torn, kissing up and down my huge cock sticking out my gym shorts. Then when I penetrated him days later after training him to be my slave, twelve massive fat inches fucking him and cunting him out long and hard, he was no longer a bully, merely a faggot. Just his expressions and thoughts of “Me, an alpha police officer, getting fucked in the ass!” and begging for it. He tells me it was a transformative moment for him, that he realised that all the control he had was fake and performative compared to the sheer endless power I had over him. He regularly thanks me for cunting him out and is in bliss that he is owned and claimed.
It’s ironic to say this, but I also see an alpha’s dominance as a mercy. A faggot can give up control, and in doing so, surrender and be free from the needs of being in power, of fighting and conquering. I see it when I have my sluts being domestic in my household, and when making love and worshipping my body and cock. They have surrendered to sheer pleasure of servicing me. There is no stressful thought, except for when their cunts can slide down my cock as a reward for their good performance.
Bullying is never to be tolerated. I loathe bullies, and I love to make bullies submit to a superior dominant male. Abusing their pussies and flooding them with my mighty cum, cunting them for hours until they’re beyond exhaustion and completely fagged out. Their place no longer as a fake leader, but merely a play thing and slave to a real alpha’s needs and will.
That doesn’t mean I don’t like to bully-fuck my fags and sluts. Stabbing all twelve fat inches as deep and hard as I can, repeatedly slamming in their cunts while I tease and demean them. Nothing better to confirm I own a fag’s soul through his hole than an expert bully power-fuck. The fags want nothing more than to be claimed even more.
Beautiful and eloquent dissection of bullying from both ends of it!
I must admit that my eyebrows raised in surprise when Master Jase discussed the attacks he suffered at the hands of early bullies. Knowing Master Jase as well as I do, it seems incomprehensible that any Man or Alpha would attempt to bully him.
Of course, I’ve only ever known the powerful and fully-realized King he is today. I never knew the small-for-his-age Asian boy he once was, the one who felt isolated and attacked.
There is no doubt that Master Jase recognizes what bullying did to him, how it acted like gamma radiation to fuel his growth into the raging Hulk he is today. He is extremely knowledgeable about hierarchy, and he appreciates the subtle mechanics that have made him a God Alpha and faggots into his slaves.
It’s a matrix we are all part of. Bullying is part of this process. It acts like flippers in a pinball machine, whacking each of us and sending us haphazardly careening into a collision course with our own destiny.
I’m so glad Master Jase experienced these aspects in his life. It has made him into a better Master and Owner of faggots!
But there is another development in Master Jase’s life recently that is changing him even more: LOVE.
These are some excellent tips for rimming from @ShowOffJonah, but some of these tips might not be as effective if you’re a faggot licking a straight Alpha’s ass.
The following post is part of a thread following Kamal, a faggot who has a desire to serve his Alpha professor uncle Farid. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I received the following note from Kamal the Pakistani faggot who submitted to his uncle. THIS is why I do what I do, and why Hierarchy University is unmatched in this space:
Dear Sam,
I want to share with you what my life has been like since I followed your advice and told Farid my deepest desires, got psychologically naked for him and let him see how deeply my body and soul needed him. I want you to be a part of this because you are such an important part of why I had the courage to bare myself, in every way, to my uncle, and all that has happened to me since then is in large part a gift you have given me. I have been silent for a long time but that is because I was simply learning to let the life that Farid has chosen for me, happen to me. And now that Farid is away for the weekend, I have a moment to gather my thoughts, and I want to invite you into this new life you have allowed me to have by encouraging me to accept who I am, and I want you to know how grateful I am to you, and how deeply your advice has changed me, how much happiness your words have allowed me to reach for, and how ecstatic and grateful I am, how lucky I consider myself to be, that when I was confused and doubting, that you were there to help me cut through those doubts and accept the truth about myself.
I can’t wait to hear what happened with my brother Kamal, one of the bravest faggots I know!
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Titouan is a terrific faggot, and I know he tries hard to be a good and obedient boy for his Master. Unfortunately Titouan is an obvious faggot with his scrawny, hairless body and tiny dick, so everywhere he goes in France (the “Land of Alphas” as I call it) he has straight Alphas wanting to use him. Yeah, it sounds like HELL, doesn’t it?
So as I chronicled previously, Titouan did serve straight Alphas during his summer holiday away from Master. And as I predicted, his straight, married Master was likely going to take corrective action. Only one question remained: what would that be?
Well, we just found out:
two days ago, my straight Alpha Daddy made me come to his secret studio in Paris, he fixed the small chastity cage he had made me buy, he says I have to wear it for at least two weeks, punishes me because i have been with another male in August during holiday at seaside. He keeps the key. He’ll decide in two weeks if removed or kept for longer time. I know i deserve it, as i didn’t comply with the rules (As Alpha male He can see who he wants but as young faggot i have no right to have sex with anyone else except if he decides it). As I wear large white briefs, my cage cannot be seen as long as I’m not naked and this is only when alone (shower etc) . Sure chastity is humiliating and big frustration, i feel very jealous of other boys, even younger than me, who can have sex when they wish (frustration increased when i hear some of them talking about their sex evenings with girls, etc) But i know my Alpha has right to decide this and it does make me feel the superiority of Alpha boys or men.
My male told me some things about him. He works for a french news magazine and site, a rather traditionalist one. And he has family with daughters, teenagers like my own sisters. All this explains why he demands discretion, he wants to protect his family and social life as straight Daddy. I respect all this and find it exciting as all this also makes me feel strongly the fair hierarchy : mature Daddy/ boy and straight Alpha/ faggot.
He wants me to come again this week-end . I love the idea of another secret rendez-vous, i love the idea of me very humble as wearing chastity cage & at same time having to serve a straight mature Alpha and his right to use a boy like me for his unlimited pleasure.
The first time a faggot is caged is always the worst. The intense adjustments it makes to your physical, emotional, and mental are sometimes difficult to accept. This is especially true of young, horny fags like Titouan.
I’m excited for Titouan to experience chastity and see what revelations come to him. Smart fags almost always see value in chastity, and Titouan is an intuitive fag for sure.
Honestly, his Master’s punishment was fairly light, but I think his Master has a lot of affection for his secret faggot. Like all straight Alphas, he loves to own a hungry, discreet cumdump.
I think we will see Titouan’s pleasure centers shift as he’s fucked while caged. That’ll surely be a revelation for him!
My brother @suc_boi recently posted a hot video of him worshiping and servicing a regular Alpha of his.
He also included a note he received from this Alpha. It reads:
“You’re my only mouth, that’s my mouth. I have no other holes. I know I have to share you with other feeders. That mouth should be used as often as possible and it makes me jealous ugh. I know I own your mouth and you own my dick but I wish I could watch you pleasure other feeders too.”
When an Alpha talks like this about you, it’s confirmation that you’re serving correctly!
Alphas are traditionally very possessive. It’s the reason why they so often get into trouble and end up in courts, with their jealousy over their properties causing them to act out.
But my brother has little to worry about with this Alpha. He’s as much of a fan as he is an Owner!
First of all, he’s not just “Lucas”. You address him as “Master Lucas” (because he is an Owner) or “Sir Lucas” (because he is Alpha). Show superior Men the respect they deserve.
Secondly, I don’t know his social media accounts. And more to the point: Even if I did, I would never, ever divulge that information because (a) it’s not my place to do so, and (b) Master Lucas is a MINOR.
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 story Fabien told us a couple of weeks ago about accompanying his Master Anthony to visit Master Anthony’s straight Alpha cousin Arthur. Fabien did an amazing job of dropping little seeds of hierarchical truth for Arthur to consider, and he was definitely intrigued. I was so proud of my baby brother!
I also knew there was going to be more to this story … but wow, the story Fabien just sent me goes beyond anything I was imagining!!!
Let’s hear it:
My beloved big bro,
I realized that you had published the story of my encounter with Arthur, my Master Anthony’s older cousin! Thank you so much! I’m so proud to have opened this Alpha’s eyes on Hierarchy and our respective places in it!
I’ve just spent a wonderful week at the feet of these two Superior Men. I should at least tell you what happened the next morning after I wrote to you last time, because that was huge and it set the stage for what happened since then! In fact, I had written down some notes that very day so I could remember as much as possible of what I had said and send it to you later!
The next morning after my last update, Sir Arthur was the first Alpha to wake up and go downstairs while I was doing a little cleaning. He was still half-asleep, shirtless and gorgeous in his pajama boxers. I rushed over to greet him, kiss his feet, and offer my services. I was kind of hoping he’d have me take care of his morning wood, as Anthony had suggested, but he simply asked to have breakfast in front of the TV. I complied immediately, served him, and remained discreetly at his disposal. When I cleared away his breakfast, I timidly asked if he wanted anything else and suggested a foot massage. To my delight, he gladly accepted!
I knelt down in front of him, took his foot in my hands with the utmost respect, and gave it a thorough massage. His moans of pleasure sent shivers down my spine! He looked at me with amused curiosity. Suddenly, he asked: “Are you happy to be my cousin’s slave? Aren’t you a little upset about being dominated like that?”
I smiled at the opportunity to continue my hierarchical teaching. I answered very honestly: “Actually, Sir, I’m happier than I ever was before. Because I have found my true nature and my true purpose. My life has a meaning. I told you, Sir, my existence is to serve an Alpha Man like you. And thank you very much for allowing me to massage your feet. That’s one of my favorite things to do.”
“Really? Why do you like that?”
“Because I got to kneel in front of a Superior Man. To gawk at him while he’s resting in his glory. To touch his feet, the lowest part of his body, therefore the part I’m closer to. And above all, to make him feel good. That is such a privilege, Sir. Thank you very much.”
He had the same smug smile as Anthony. I could see that I was converting him to his destiny as an Alpha and a Master. So I kept going!
“Please, Sir, imagine what your life could be. You would never have to waste your time doing any menial tasks ever. Cleaning, cooking, running errand or whatever else… That is below you. That’s what slaves are for. You got to spend your time doing whatever you really love, Sir.”
My words captivated him and his expression grew more serious. He slipped his hand into his boxers. Deep down, I smiled triumphantly. I brought his foot to my lips and tenderly kissed his toes.
“Imagine, Sir. Inferior boys and girls constantly at your beck and call. Doing whatever you want. For your comfort, your pleasure, your fun. You don’t have to be nice to them, you don’t have to be polite to them. You can degrade them as much as you want. You just do as you feel. You are the only one who matters. They cater to your every need, they obey to your every whim.”
I gently rested his foot back down and moved closer to his crotch. Seeing that he wasn’t stopping me, I respectfully pulled his cock out of his boxers. A big, proud cock! I looked him straight in the eyes as I whispered.
“All the glory and all the wealth of the world laid at your feet. Just because you exist. Because you deserve everything for you who are. Imagine, Sir. Inferior males groveling before you and serving you. The most beautiful women begging you to fuck their pussy.”
I gently sucked on the head of his dick, still looking straight into his eyes, then said “This life can be yours, Sir. That is your birthright.”
Something clicked inside him. Arthur grabbed my head and forced me to suck him off. He stood up to keep going. He fucked my throat very roughly until he came inside me. With my mouth still full of his semen, I looked up at him adoringly and whispered, “Thank you so much, Sir! I saw in him a kind of new, almost frightening rage. Heavy breathing, he flexed and admired his muscles, as if he was rediscovering his body, marveling at his own power. Then he said, “Worship me. WORSHIP ME!” I rushed to kiss his feet fervently, while I heard him whisper, “That feels good… that feels good…” Then he stomped on my head, saying “Do you like that, slave?” I managed to stammer. “Yes, Sir! Thank you for honoring me!”
That’s when we heard Anthony’s amused voice. “Having fun?” He came downstairs, pleased with what he saw. “Here, I’ll show you how to use him”. So Anthony picked me up, threw me on the couch, and fucked me in the ass. Arthur watched intently, before deciding to fuck my mouth at the same time. After they both came inside me, Anthony asked his cousin, “Want to give it a try?” And Arthur was more than happy to!
Arthur is the first Man other than my Master to have fucked me in the ass! Usually, during parties with his Alpha bros, he reserves that right for himself with me. But this time, they both had their way with me, I was spit-roasted one way and then the other. They laughed heartily together, praised and encouraged one another, while I was serving as their sex toy. By the end, I was exhausted and sore, but so proud and happy to have helped strengthen their bond! And to have helped awaken Arthur to the pleasures of power and faggot ownership!
You can imagine what the rest of the trip was like! Catering to those two Alphas was exhausting. Luckily, they brought some girls around to have fun and sex too, which freed up a little time for me to do other servile things ahah! But I felt so useful and so at home at the feet of those two amazing Men. After all, I have been the first faggot to both of them!
Anthony and I are back at his place (aka “my” apartment), and life is getting back to normal. But I have to admit I’m hoping to see Arthur again from time to time, hopefully soon… And I can’t wait to find out how his life will change now that he knows the truth! I look forward to mentor some faggots to serve him as he deserves!
I hope you’re doing well, big bro!
Lots of love!
your loving little bro
fab the fag
WOW!!!
Fabien continues to impress me with both his dedication to pro-level fag service and also his mentor-level representation of hierarchical truth. His training and development under Master Anthony has resulted in an incredible array of skills.
What he did to both teach Alpha Arthur and then help him to take action is a masterclass of faggot enticement. This is how it’s done! Fabien reminds me SO MUCH of how I was in my early days, utilizing my intelligence, my ability to apply hierarchical principles, and my ability to make straight Alphas to feel comfortably excited to convince multiple straight Alphas to try using me. It’s one of my proudest accomplishments as a faggot, and I sense that Fabien is proud to do that, too!
I’ll point out a technique Fabien utilized effectively here to get Alpha Arthur to finally give in to his desires: at one point Fabien made a sexual move (like positioning his head near Alpha Arthur’s dick) and then gave him some encouragement. This combination of stimuli proved to be the cocktail that caused Alpha Arthur to finally take whatever he wanted!
Honestly, this encounter between Alpha Arthur and Fabien should also be credited to Master Anthony. He knew the skills of his most beloved faggot, as well as the needs of his cousin. Master Anthony understood that he only had to arrange the meeting and leave the rest to Fabien. It really reveals Master Anthony’s trust and pride in his wonderful, talented fag!
I know I’m proud of Fabien, too! This is a landmark example of how to seduce straight Alphas! Thank you, dear Fabien!
The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Dear Sam,
I read your latest post and wanted to put my two cents into this conversation. I hope younger fags will read this carefully.
There is nothing extreme or pathological in acknowledging hierarchical dynamics between alphas and fags. What is extreme—and counterproductive—is the idea that a fag’s role begins and ends with service or submission without the prior work of self-possession. The most important necessity is that a fag must first take care of himself. Self-discipline, physical and mental maintenance, competence in study or work, and basic self-regard are not optional extras. They are the precondition for any healthy dynamic.
Only someone who is comfortable in his own skin, who can feed himself, manage his time, hold a job or advance a career, and regulate his impulses can offer consistent, high-quality service. The more self-aware and self-disciplined a fag is, the better the service he can provide. Chaos, self-neglect, or performative helplessness do not produce better submission; they produce burnout, resentment, and short-lived arrangements. Discipline—whether cultivated internally or reinforced by an alpha—is not a dirty word. It is a practical requirement. Positive energy exists in abundance in many fags; without channeling, it scatters. Service is one legitimate, historically recurring way to give that energy form and direction.
That historical recurrence matters, especially for younger fags who have grown up online. Classical Greek erastes–eromenos bonds combined mentorship, military preparation, philosophical formation, and sex; material support and gifts typically flowed from the higher-status partner toward the younger. Roman patronage and clientela systems were hierarchical and reciprocal: the superior offered protection, advancement, and resources; the inferior offered loyalty, political support, and useful service. Status differences were real, erotic elements sometimes present, and service expected—but the subordinate’s value (and today the fag’s value) rested on competence, loyalty, and usefulness.
Modern findom is entirely legitimate when it is consensual and clearly negotiated. It is not a necessity. It is a recent, internet-era elaboration of power exchange. Before the internet, alphas who fucked fags did so for the direct pleasure of power, control, and sexual use—nothing more was required. Cash tribute was not the historical price of admission. Treating financial extraction as the default or the purest expression of hierarchy confuses a contemporary option with older models in which the core exchange was the act itself and the structured usefulness that accompanied it.
The deeper continuity is complementary difference in drives. The alpha’s physiology and psychology typically orient toward control, fucking, breeding, competition, and outward assertion; the fag’s toward service, containment of that energy, and the satisfaction of being used within clear bounds. These are not moral rankings. They are observed patterns of orientation that allow hierarchical men to function better.
There is no inherent shame in being a faggot. Once self-discipline is established and a fag has found an alpha whose standards and presence actually fit, the dynamic can be mutually generative. Both parties grow. The alpha gains a reliable outlet and a partner whose competence multiplies his own effectiveness; the fag gains structure, purpose, and the concrete experience of being useful. Alphas have a practical duty here: letting the fag develop—skills, fitness, emotional regulation, career capacity—is not charity. It is self-interest. A stronger, more capable fag is a better instrument and a more durable one. The alpha’s need to express through sport, sex, and dominance finds its counterpart in the fag’s nature; the equilibrium is delicate precisely because it depends on both sides remaining functional adults rather than collapsing into caricature.
None of this requires romanticizing degradation or pretending that every online role-play is a serious life structure. It simply requires honesty about complementary needs and the basic adult requirement that anyone who wants to serve—or to be served—must first be able to stand on his own feet. Self-care is not the opposite of hierarchy. It is what makes hierarchy sustainable and, for those who choose it, generative.
I am sure somebody will disagree, and that is fine. But an 18-year-old man, whether alpha or fag, should still stand on his own feet. That is where his value begins.
Yours, Mr. Fag
Excellent, thoughtfully-executed essay on this topic, my brother!!! Thank you for sharing!
Didn’t think there’d be so many other guys owning faggots all around the world! One of my cunt boys showed me this site, it’s awesome knowing that anywhere in the world I can find some servicing and fag pussy to use and breed.
Kayn here, Sir or Master to you, fag. 17 years old, finishing up high school in a month, and bet you can’t guess how many men I’ve owned through cunting them out (my new favourite word! Thanks fag!) I/m so grateful for my dad’s super alpha genes, me, my older brother, and my dad are all mega strong powerful men, wherever there’s men, we see potential bitches waiting to be owned and fucked. Right now, I can hear my older brother cunting out (love that word still) one of his boy faggots and its girl, dad is fucking the shit out of a gym uncle in the garage, and I got two muscled fags bred full, fucked stupid to exhaustion and kissing my feet right now.
Dad tells and teaches bro and me about how to be proper owners of our faggots, ever since we were young he told us we were different, born to lead and rule and be in control. He’s in the military, so we moved around a lot, until we settled where we are for the past six years. It’s rare to have a day where there isn’t a cunt boy or faggot in our house, either taking care of domestic shit or taking care of our alpha need. Andy (my bro) and I are basically younger versions of dad, his genes are that strong, bro is the bigger version, taller than dad and wider, while I’m shorter than both, but I love how my size makes guys think they’re my equal. I’ve tossed around bodybuilders like toys, my muscles look so much bigger on me, and what I lack in height, I make up for in my 10 inch bull-cock compared to their 9 inches. And I’m still growing and getting stronger!
That’s it from me. I got a cunt who’s rubbing against my cock like a needy slut, and I/m going to wreck it’s pussy again. The other is gonna make a late night snack for the rest of us once we’re done giving our fags some good cuntings. Hah, I love that word, it’s going into my dictionary from now on!
Oh, dad and bro are straight or bi, they don’t care. Me though? I’m gay, and own it proudly. And I will beat the shit out of and punish anyone who thinks I’m weak because of it. Understood? Good.
Master Kayn, thank you very much for writing to me and making such a powerful introduction!
Alpha genetics are amazing, aren’t they? I can’t believe scientists dismiss Alphahood in general or the concept of Alpha lineage when it’s so obvious! Just look around! I’ve served Alpha brothers in the past, known multiple Alpha brothers in one family, and I’ve covered countless true stories of Alpha fathers with Alpha sons! The evidence is overwhelming!
It certainly helps to raise proper Alpha sons when there is father teaching them hierarchical truth like your amazing Dad, Master! You and Master Andy were gifted superior genes from him, but he also taught you how to wield that great power! I adore God Alpha fathers like him! He reminds me of God Alpha Dino, and how he raised his two God Alpha sons. Their stories and more are in the right sidebar.
I would love to hear more about your family; how you were raised, how you learned about the ownership of faggots, and your first impressions when you started using fags, Master!
Thank you so much for introducing yourself to me! If you want to write back, you can use the Ask A Question box, or you can write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com!
Hello Brother Sam, I’m curious. Have you heard any updates regarding fag Kamal and his Alpha? It’s somewhat surprising how unique fag Kamal’s circumstances are and how fortunate he is that he’s able to serve an alpha who chooses to remain compassionate and loving after his confession to him.
Thank you for the question!
Sadly no, I haven’t heard an update from Kamal since he bravely submitted to his Alpha uncle Master Farid (CLICK HERE for all of his posts). I do publish everything when I receive it, so I assure you I’m not leaving anything out!
I do hope it’s going well! Thank you for checking in!
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!
I’ve been the First Faggot to at least five straight Alphas, and each time it’s happened I’ve felt such a weight of responsibility. I always want to give Alphas good experiences, but with straight Alphas who have never known what’s it like to be serviced by a faggot, there’s more importance to get it right. I’ve always taken this responsibility seriously.
Fabien is a faggot after my own heart. He’s the little brother I never had, and we both see eye-to-eye on the importance of our purpose as faggots of straight Alphas. We also value and cherish every opportunity we have to be of service to these Kings!
Fabien’s latest update tickled me because it’s full of the joy as well as the scheming that we faggots do when dealing with straight Alphas who are oblivious to the purpose of faggots.
Read on to learn more:
My beloved big brother,
I definitely don’t want to make the same mistake of forgetting to tell you about an important moment in Anthony’s life (and mine), so I’m using the time while the Alphas are sleeping to write you a recap of the day!
My Master and I have been staying in a lovely little villa near the beach since yesterday. Today, while Anthony went to see some friends who were visiting nearby, I was supposed to pick up his older cousin Arthur at the train station. My Master told me that he thought his cousin was probably an Alpha (he’s very popular with girls, scores a string of conquests, and is generally very well-liked by everyone) but that, to his knowledge, he didn’t use any slaves. So I had the pleasure of meeting Arthur today and taking him to the beach, where he wanted to spend some time, and then at the villa, where he’s spending the week with us.
As soon as I saw him, I knew that my Master Anthony was right and that his cousin was an Alpha. Arthur is in his early thirties, about my age, and he exudes confidence and charm. You’ll probably think I’m obsessed with Spider-Man (and maybe I am!), but I think he has a bit of a resemblance to Andrew Garfield when he was younger and more muscular. In any case, my servile instinct kicked in immediately when I was with him!
When I met him, I took his luggage and asked him what he wanted and what I could do for him. I’ll try to transcribe as faithfully as possible (albeit maybe simplifying a bit) the conversation he and I had while we were walking to the beach and I was carrying his things.
“So you’re Tony’s roomate, hey?”
“Actually, I’m more his live-in servant. That’s why I am at your service as well, Sir! Tell me anything you want.”
He chuckled. “What do you mean? Does he pay you to clean his house and stuff like that?”
“No, he doesn’t pay me. Actually, I’m the one who gives him money! He deserves all I can give to him, and more.”
He looked at me with a mixture of amusement and puzzlement. Anthony hadn’t told me what I should or shouldn’t say to his cousin, but I felt it was my hierarchical duty to tell the truth to this Man who, clearly, wasn’t yet living the life he deserved to his full potential.”You see, Sir, there’s a Male Hierarchy, and the Alpha Males are at the top. They are the strongest, most confident and powerful Men who are natural leaders. The most superior Alphas are the ones who own and use slaves, especially male slaves.”
He wore an incredulous smile. “And so, men like you…”
“I’m not a Man. I don’t deserve that name, because I’m at the very bottom of the Hierarchy. I’m a slave. I was born for this.” He seemed more and more interested, though he was still skeptical. So I went on.
“Me and other males, we are natural slaves. We exist to serve Alphas and be used by them in any way they want. We serve them domestically, of course, financially, and we praise and worship them. And even sexually.”
He was surprised. “What? I thought Anthony’s was straight! We used to chase girls together, I practically trained him when he was a teen!”
“Then you did a wonderful job, Sir! Anthony is very popular with girls, I can tell you! He fucks them again and again! But even straight Alphas use inferior males sexually. They fuck us because that increases their power and their dominance. That doesn’t make them gay. Actually, they’re the straightest of straight Men.”
Arthur was silent for a moment, clearly deep in thought. When we were at the beach, and he was resting in the shade on a lounge chair after swimming, I sat in the sand, near him, practically at his feet.
“May I ask you a question, Sir? When you were in high school or college, or even now at work, do you have any bootlickers, any minions? People who do your every bidding? Don’t you see the people who bend over backward to please you?”
“Yeah, sure… In a way, I guess… I mean, I’ve always been popular…”
“That’s Hierarchy, Sir. You could certainly have slaves like me if you wanted. And you could fuck them whenever you want!”
He thought for a moment, then shook his head. “Nah! That’s too weird!”
I shrugged. “Suit yourself, Sir. As an Alpha Male, as I gladly think you are, you are entitled to do what you want. If you don’t want to fuck males, just don’t. I would simply say that, in my humble opinion, you’re denying yourself a great power that should belong to you. And I’m saying that with all the respect I own to my superior, Sir!”
After another moment of silence, he asked me “Do you really think I could have a… a slave like you are to Tony?”
“At the very least, I think you should own some servants to do your chores, Sir. A real Man should never stoop to menial tasks unworthy of him. That’s what slaves like me are for. And yeah, I think you would remained stuck at a lower-level Alpha if you don’t use slaves sexually.”
Another silence. I’m almost certain I spotted an hard-on under his swimming trunks… And then, out of the blue. “Would you suck me off?”
I beamed. “Believe me, Sir, I would be very happy to do this for you. But I belong to my Master Anthony. I’m his property, and I cannot possibly submit to any other Man, however Alpha he is, without his explicit approval.”
When we got home to the villa, Anthony was already there. The two cousins shared a manly hug, and my Master motioned for me to unpack and set up Arthur’s things in the room assigned to him. (The two Men sleep upstairs, I sleep on a futon in the kitchen.) When I came back down, I brought them some glasses on a tray while they were chatting by the pool.
“See! I told you my boy would think to serve us drinks! Good boy! So you told Arthur everything about us?
“Does he really do everything you tell him to?”
“Of course! He’s a slave! Look. Fab! Crawl on the floor!”
“Right away, Master!”
I did as I was told. I crawled on my belly, I kissed Anthony’s feet, Arthur’s feet. Anthony put his foot on me. I felt so honored and proud to be used as a trophy by Anthony to display his power in front of his latent Alpha cousin. I was ready to obey every single order at once. Then I lay down on my back. Anthony cleaned his feet on my face.
“Do you like that, slave?”
“A lot, Master! The dirt on the bottom of your feet is worth more than me, Master. Thank you!”
They both laughed. I could tell Arthur was getting more and more comfortable.
“Want to give it a try? Go ahead, he’s all yours! He has no dignity, he’ll do whatever you want!”
“I don’t know… Slave! Do ten push-ups in front of me and kiss my feet every time you go down!”
I obeyed. And I was glad I’d done some working out under Anthony’s orders to make it possible!
I made dinner while they were having fun in the pool. and I waited on them at the table. Later, I served them drinks and served as their footrest while they watched TV. I took the opportunity to lick Arthur’s foot that was resting in front of my face. I glanced at him to see if he was satisfied, and we shared a smile.
When they went to bed, Anthony said to his cousin, “If you wake up before I do, ask the slave for breakfast! And you can feed him your morning wood. He’s very good at blow jobs now.”
I’m exhausted, I’m going to bed, too! I have hard work to do tomorrow: two Alphas to serve and worship! It’s a lot for just one faggot, but I’m so happy to be helping my Master’s cousin awaken to his Alphahood!
Lots of love!
your loving little bro
fab the fag
Fabien does something here that I’ve emphasized countless times: be courageous, frank, and proud when speaking to straight Alphas about being a faggot or about hierarchy.
Why? Because it DISARMS straight Alphas, who are surprised you’re not ashamed. Also, when you speak plainly and frankly about your hierarchical purpose, it allows the Alpha to absorb and admit the truth of hierarchy through such reasoning.
Once you have straight Alphas on their heels, they become curious about why creatures like faggots exist, and what they can do with one.
An example of this: once Arthur learned of faggots, he asked, “would you suck me off?” That’s exactly what my first straight Alpha, Master Roger, said to me!!! It’s always where the straight Alpha brain goes once they learn they have a proud slave available to use!
All of this was possible only because Fabien was courageous from the start. He’d fixed in his mind that he was going to teach Arthur the truth about his service to Master Anthony, defend his own truth as a faggot, and be a teacher of hierarchy to this unknowing King.
Because of that mental/emotional work Fabien had done beforehand, he was ready with responses to questions he knew would eventually come. That casual frankness disarmed Arthur (as it does other straight Alphas), which allowed Fabien an opening to teach through words and actions!
I’m so impressed by Fabien! He’s learned so much about how to teach with purpose while also serving at the highest level. Master Anthony must be SO PROUD to own a great faggot like Fabien, who only ever honors his Master with exceptional service and obedience!
I know I’m proud to call him my brother and friend!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s incredible how many people still dismiss natural, inherited Alphahood as a condition in certain Men. This site alone has been a repository of startling evidence proving beyond any doubt that some Men are BORN ALPHA. There’s no way to deny it any longer.
The ones who end up talking to me are those precious few who are not only born Alpha, but also become aware of it early in life. I was claimed by an Alpha like that at age 17, and these ones have such a vast advantage over other males and even other Alphas. These often ascend to Apex or God-levels of Alphahood because they learn how to control inferiors at an earlier age. This is a key to amassing power in all aspects of life, honestly.
Master Lucas is one of these young, rapidly-developing God Alphas.
From an early age he started forcing betas and faggots to worship him and serve his needs, and that has continued for a couple of years now. Eventually his mother Sophie noticed these faggots worshiping her son’s feet, and instead of getting alarmed, she sought answers. She found me, and the rest is history.
I’m uniquely qualified to help in this situation because I’m not only a faggot, but I’m also a student/teacher of hierarchy. I understand it and apply it better than anyone else I know. I discovered what was happening, and instantly diagnosed it.
I’ve really loved my conversations with Queen Sophie, but hearing directly from Master Lucas has been a dream come true. He’s unapologetically honest and frank about his blossoming Alphahood, recognizing the great power he has arising from within himself. It’s an exciting time for him as he reigns in that “golden hour” between the sunlight of youth and the long night of adult Alphahood.
After Master Lucas returned from summer camp, Sophie showed him the posts about her submission to Master Raphael (which was likely uncomfortable!), and he wanted to catch me up on his own life!
Here’s what he wrote:
Hello you lowly faggot!
Do you know how good it is to be AN ALPHA and A MASTER??? Of course not, you don’t know, because YOU’RE A FAGGOT! 😂 So let Me tell you: it’s GREAT TO BE SUPERIOR! Fuck! I love so much to be ME! I won the genetic lottery! THANK YOU SO MUCH MOM FOR MAKING ME AN ALPHA!
Summer camp was awesome! I had a blast! I had to hit My roommates a little and pin them to the floor the first night to get them to obey Me, but they didn’t argue for the rest of the stay! One of them even came and licked My feet during the night, thinking I was asleep LOL When I questioned him about it the next morning, he blushed with shame and embarrassment! I told him I had no problem with it, quite the contrary, but that from now on he would call Me MASTER and lick My feet when I told him to and that he had to beg for it! Several times, I had fun hitting him to punish him for being anoying, and he had to thank Me! LOL
The camp counselors loved Me! Probably because I’m the best-looking, the most athletic, and the best at every game, haha! They let Me do whatever I wanted! It was so funny to see the others getting scolded when they made too much noise, went out at night without permission, or snuck into the kitchen to grab snacks, while they left Me get away with everything! The perks of being the Alpha! 😜 I LOVE IT! And the chicks… I don’t want to say too much, but I hope birth control is effective, otherwise, that’s way too many babies for My age! 😂 LOL
Anyway, I got to see My dear, beloved Mom again (the Alpha woman who made Me an ALPHA MAN!). And I also read her stories on your site, and we talked about them a lot… I have to admit, it feels weird to read My Mom talking about her sex life and to know what she’s willing to do for her new boyfriend! But she was very frank with Me and she said I want You to know the bare minimum You have the right to expect from the women in Your life and from the one You choose as Your partner, if You so desire. And she’s right! That’s what I’m entitled to!
I love My Mom so much! She’s the best Alpha woman in the world! I’m so happy she’s found love again! She deserves the best. I was proud to know that she stood up for Me and didn’t want to let Me down, but I don’t want her to lose another boyfriend because of Me.
I’m looking forward to met Raphael! As long as he makes My Mom happy I already like him. And it will be great to know an adult Alpha Man in person! But he better never hurt My Mom cause that would make Me angry!
So long faggot! I’m offering you My foot so you can kiss it! LOL
YOUR MASTER AND YOUR KING LUCAS
It occurred to me that Master Lucas writes like one of the most powerful Alphas to appear on this site: MASTER CHAD! There must be something about power at that level that makes them all sound like that!
I counseled Master Lucas on being careful with girls, as well as developing bully habits. He responded this way:
Ahah you sound like My Mom, you faggot! She also wants me to be gentle with My inferiors and careful with sex LOL Don’t worry, I listen to her (I love you Mom!!!) and I value the opinion of my servant and worshipper sam the faggot!
But yeah I think it’s natural to bully inferiors a little to make them fall in line and remind them who’s the boss! But that doesn’t mean I’m not generous to them if they deserve it, I can tell you that boy who craved to lick My feet was thrilled that I gave him some attention and protected him from others LOL He loved being called a good boy! I always want to be a PROTECTOR ALPHA, I’m just not a lax Alpha
Keep crawling at My feet, faggot!
YOUR MASTER
The bravado in Master Lucas’s voice might make some uncomfortable, but it must be understood that Master Lucas is still young, and he’s unwrapping these gifts of Alphahood like an excited kid on Christmas morning. Every test of his power brings new revelations about the truth of what he’s been given. It must be heady to handle!
The good news is that his Mom is serving Master Raphael, an extraordinary God Alpha who can (and will) mentor Master Lucas and teach him new ways to command inferiors. I’m particularly happy about this, something that was only made possible because Queen Sophie waited until she found a true King to serve!
I suspect we will learn much more as Master Lucas grows under this tutelage! I’m so excited and happy for Master Lucas to receive this kind of hands-on guidance!
The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Well, Titouan had an exciting summer servicing random straight Alphas on the beach and whatnot (as all young fags tend to do!), but the summer is winding down now and routine returns to everyone’s lives. For Titouan, that means returning to his straight, married Master and the secret apartment used to service him.
Not a bad trade-off, particularly given that his Master is taking time to train Titouan and mold his mind into a more obedient servant (although Titouan is already an excellent faggot). Every Alpha has his own plans for his fags, and this Master is no exception.
Here’s Titouan’s update about his Master:
My Paris Alpha made me go with him yesterday to a discreet Paris sex club, there were other mature men and sexy girls, he wanted a girl to lick and suck me, she did it, and did it so well. When we went back to the place where he sees me and presumably other boys (not in same part of Paris as his family apartment), he asked me how it was. i answered truth, that it made me realize the huge pleasure it can be. i know why he did this (after i had told him another daddy had same idea when i was even younger). Knowing really what it is maximizes frustration when after it’s forbidden and you have to wear chastity. And i understand for the Alpha his pleasure is maximized by knowing it’s reserved for him, and by his faggot’s frustration. i already feel so jealous of other boys who can freely have their dicks sucked, but it makes me feel even more the fairness of hierarchy, and makes me even more eager to serve Alphas and to give them maximum pleasure.
Now it’s what we call “courses de rentrée” = back to (high)school (or university) shopping.
For my Alpha I offer him sexy underwear (pic 1), expensive but as a real male deserves, so exciting to see it on him, very soft fabric and big bulge, and to know he’s going to wear it as well in front of others either girls or other guys.
My Alpha also ordered me to buy (pic 2) chastity cage I’ll have to wear two weeks as punishment for going with another Daddy during my holiday. i know He has right to punish me and i deserve it, as the fair rule is He can see other boys, but i as twink faggot must have sex only with Him & the ones He decides and chooses ( told me something about this last point, i wonder who it could be). Must buy small size because of my little dick. And still the other rule that i must wear only boyish tighty whities, other way of making me humiliated when seen and laughed at by other boys or girls, and reminding the superiority of Alphas of any age, and my place as jeune pédale (young faggot).
My Alpha added third thing i must buy, after boyish whities & chastity cage
sent me these pics (tu achètes aussi = you buy also this)
after seeing some videos on gayboystube, he’s very excited at idea of spanking me his young faggot before i must lick and suck him , i know it is his right as Alpha Daddy
Looks like Master is intending to have some creative fun with his little faggot Titouan! Can’t wait to hear how it goes!
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!
One of the best fag students I’ve had over the 11+ years I’ve had this site is little Fabien, the French faggot who is now owned completely by his straight God Alpha, Master Anthony. From the very first time Fabien asked me for advice, he has been humble, brave, hardworking, honest, and dedicated.
Because of Fabien’s worshipful efforts, Master Anthony has increased in power exponentially and multiple other Alphas and faggots have come to know their purposes. Fabien is now one of the world’s premier mentor faggots, and I’m exceptionally proud of him!
Fabien sent me this beautiful meditation on what being a faggot means to him. I want to share it with everyone.
Here:
I took the opportunity to listen to a few of your podcasts, and I have to tell you how much I enjoyed the one on jealousy. It’s full of very important truths! As you say, I never take anything from my Master for granted and that’s absolutly crucial! Having the right mindset is so important for a faggot and that’s something I teach to all the brothers I have the privilege to mentor.
We faggots must always remember that we are not special, we are disposable. The Alphas owe us nothing and we owe them everything. We must earn the privilege to serve them domestically or sexually and we must earn their appreciation if they ever feel like expressing it to us. Even just being in their presence is a privilege! As you say, Alphas will always have their ways: that’s their birthright and that’s how the word works. We have nothing to offer them but our complete devotion and obedience.
And I know it’s natural to feel even a little bit of jealousy and I won’t pretend it never happens to me. But every single time, I immediately suppress that feeling by focusing only on what matters: Anthony’s happiness, comfort and pleasure. And what else matters? Other Alphas’ happiness, comfort and pleasure. That’s it. Nothing else matters nearly as much. They are Kings, we are slaves. They have rights over us, we have duties towards them. Period.
I’ll never thank you enough for opening my eyes to the truth of Hierarchy! I’m thrilled to follow your lead and spread this truth around me.
Lots of love,
fab the fag
It’s impossible to add or subtract a single thing in this letter. It is perfect, and summarizes the correct mental outlook for any faggot who wants to find fulfillment.
The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I spent a semester abroad in Italy the summer I finally understood what I was.
I was twenty-something, soft, eager, and quietly starving for something I didn’t have a name for yet. Near the end of term a very handsome 41-year-old man—recently divorced, taking a month in a little villa in the countryside—invited me to stay with him for a week. I said yes without hesitation.
When I stepped off the train and saw him waiting, the first thought that hit me was how beautiful he looked in the late-afternoon light. Handsome as the sun. I wasn’t scared. I was excited.
The second we were alone in the car he told me to get on my knees. He needed to cum. I did it right there, like a good fag, and swallowed every drop. That was only the appetizer.
After dinner and a shower the real week began. Every time his cock got hard—which was often—he used me. He’d be watching television and I’d lean over, get him hard with my mouth, then climb into his lap so he could push inside me. He decided early on that all of his cum belonged in my ass. No waste. No exceptions. By the end of each day I was carrying at least five of his loads inside me, sometimes more. Thick, heavy, leaking out of me whenever I stood or sat.
He was powerful—not cruel, not mean, just overflowing with power. He knew exactly what he wanted and he took it. Spit ran down my chin while I sucked him. Cum filled my hole until it was overflowing. Once a day he would stand over me in the bathroom or the garden and piss on me, warm and deliberate, marking me. I trusted him completely. I never flinched. I opened my mouth when he told me to, tilted my head back, and let it run down my chest and stomach. Spit, piss, and cum—every single day. And I enjoyed every single moment of it.
A couple of days in, something shifted. He had me on my back on the couch, legs folded open, driving into me with slow, heavy thrusts while the television murmured in the background. My little soft dick was bouncing uselessly against my stomach. Then the pressure inside me built past the point I could control. My whole body started shaking. My hole clenched hard around him. And without a single touch to my cock I began to cum—clear, helpless spurts pulsing out of my limp dick while he kept fucking me through it.
I looked up at him, dazed, still shaking. He looked down at me and something changed in his eyes.
It wasn’t just arousal. It was recognition. Pure, sudden alpha epiphany. He saw my body betraying itself for him—saw that his cock alone was enough to make a fag cum without permission—and the knowledge hit him like a drug. His thrusts got deeper, more possessive. He growled under his breath, almost laughing, and kept pounding me while I twitched and leaked, completely undone. From that moment on he knew exactly what he was. He started calling himself my alpha out loud, and I felt how true it was.
The rest of the week was the same pattern: his cock in my hole whenever he wanted it, load after load left inside me, the daily shower of his piss, the constant taste of his spit and cum. Every night after he’d finished he’d hold me, stroke my hair, tell me I’d done well. He was sweet about it. He took care of me because he knew I had given myself completely to his power.
Sunday came and I had to leave. He said a friend would drive me to the station. On the way the friend asked if I’d had a good time. I said yes, then admitted I was uncomfortable sitting.
“How so?”
I told him the truth about the week—the five loads a day, the piss, the way my hole stayed open and full, the way I came hands-free just from being used. He laughed, soft and knowing, and said, “Ti ha rotto il culo.” (“He broke your ass.”) Then he pulled over, parked on the side of the road, and told me to lean over. “That’s your job,” he said. I knew he was right. I opened my mouth and did it.
After he finished he didn’t let me sit back up right away. He kept one hand on the back of my neck, looking down at me while I wiped my mouth.
“You’re really a faggot,” he said, almost gently. “Look at you. With that culo rotto you’ll never go back. You’re a fag for the rest of your life now. You better get used to serving real men like us.”
He said it again when he started the engine, quieter this time, like he was simply confirming something obvious. And once more when he dropped me at the station, leaning out the window:
“Remember what I told you. You’re done pretending. Serve real men.”
I didn’t argue. I just nodded, still tasting him, still leaking the week’s worth of cum, and felt how true every word was.
When the summer ended and I was back home I understood something permanent: how right it felt to be a fag, and how much certain men enjoy the power of using one. That week in the Italian countryside became my private reference point. The secret I carry. And whenever I meet a man who recognizes what I am, it still works the same way.
I was cunted that summer. There was spit and piss and cum, and I loved every second of it. And it was fantastic.
Yours, Mr. Fag
One of my proudest achievements with this site has been the description, naming, and categorization of CUNTING. When it happened to me the first time, I didn’t have any resources to fall back on to help me understand it. Once I finally did on this site, I was deluged by faggots asking me questions and sharing their experiences with it. Today, there simply is no other resource online that contains the wealth of information and real-life experiences than this site.
Mr. Fag’s experience shows just how powerful that experience can be! This was essentially his revelation, the moment he left whatever his life was before and embraced a new truth. It’s beautifully-written, but more importantly, it’s honest. I want all faggots to experience this transformation for themselves!
I also want Alphas to appreciate the power they have to enact this life-changing transformation in faggots. Armed with their Alpha cocks and their Alpha dominance, they are able to pound a new reality into a faggot and force a most dramatic transformation. It’s beautiful in many ways, most of all the fact that cunting cements real ownership for the life of the faggot.
There simply is nothing more powerful than the cunting of a faggot by an Alpha in all of hierarchy. It practically defines hierarchy. I hope every Alpha and every faggot can experience it for themselves!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Maybe once a generation a God Alpha appears who seems to not only overcome all challengers and obstacles, but who also alters our perception of reality and possibilities. This one effortlessly controls others as easily as a child plays with toys, and all of creation seems to bow to his will.
In the series DUNE, this one is called the “Kwisatz Haderach”, or universal super-being.
In our world today, he is called Master Anthony.
Ever since I first started featuring him on the site, there has been a growing contingent of my readers who have become obsessed with him. For Master Anthony, this is nothing new. Everywhere he goes people cater to him, submit to him, and serve his whims.
After I published yesterday’s update from Fabien, I received the following question:
“Could you ask Master Anthony if he still owns or uses Daniel his teacher?”
I felt a bit embarrassed that I’d forgotten about Daniel, so I asked Master Anthony. Here was his reply:
Good faggot! Yeah of course Daniel is still a slave of my stable! I gave him a break for the summer and I’m no longer his student now, but he begged me to keep using him after that! LOL I’ll check with him to see if he’s being compliant and obedient with the Alpha students he’ll have in his classes next year. Over time, I’ll see if I still require his services or if I’ll just leave him to the next generations of Alphas who will attend the university with him.
Taking a quick look at your site, it seems like Fabien didn’t tell you when Daniel begged me to fuck him in the ass? My boy forgot his homework! I’m going to have to punish him hard!
I thought that was an excellent answer by Master Anthony, but I wondered what he meant about a missing story regarding Daniel.
And wouldn’t you know, a couple of hours later I received an update from Fabien:
My beloved big brother, please forgive me again! It was back in May, I had even drafted an email to send you to tell you the new, but then I got caught up in other things and it slipped my mind…
One Saturday night, during an Alpha Pack party at the apartment with several slaves, Daniel was there to pour drinks and serve as a footrest. The Alphas raped several of us, and Anthony did me the honor of ass-fucking in front of his bros. Even though my master’s boot was pressing down on my head while he shoved his big cock deep into my ass, I could still see that Daniel was mesmerized. He was practically drooling!
The next Monday, after Daniel’s class, Anthony had throat-fucked him in his office and left him covered in cum, then went to hang out with his friends. Daniel texted me, and we exchanged several messages. Here’s a translation of them:
“Fabien, I have to tell you something. Ever since Saturday night, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I dream about Anthony taking me from behind, but at the same time, it scares me. Do you think I should talk to him about it?”
“YES! Tell him! No, better: BEG HIM to ass-fuck you! Believe me, brother, he will be thrilled and he will accept. You will reach new peak of slave happiness!”
“I fear it hurts…”
“Of course it will hurt. A lot. But what is more important? Your comfort or Anthony’s pleasure? You already know the right answer.”
After a moment without a reply, I sent him one last message. “You are a natural slave. You know it. Remember your place! Do your duty! I know you will make me proud, brother.”
I let Daniel mull it over. The next evening, while I was worshiping Anthony’s feet as he relaxed watching TV, Daniel came over to the apartment. He rushed over and knelt before the Master and mumbled “Master, forgive me to bother you, but I need to ask you a big favor. You have done me the honor of enslaving me and showing me my true nature. Would you be willing to sodomize me, Master? I beg you with all my inferior heart.” Then he fervently kissed Anthony’s feet. Anthony beamed and roared. He said “How far have you come, slave? Here you are, crawling at my feet, begging me to take your anal virginity. Boy, go get some lube!”
I rushed to obey as Anthony pulled out his cock. He grabbed Daniel roughly, threw him onto the couch, and pulled down his pants. I assisted my Master in sliding his wonderful cock into his teacher’s hole. Anthony didn’t go easy on him; I could see Daniel moaning in pain and shedding tears. I stayed close to him (Anthony was holding me down on the ground with his boot, too) and whispered words of encouragement to my brother, advising him to kiss his pendant engraved with Anthony’s name. I was very proud of him: after that, he thanked Anthony very emphatically!
Since that day, during parties with other Alpha students, Daniel has been fucked in the ass and spit-roasted several times. If you could have seen his eyes… You could tell just how much of his ego, every last shred of his masculinity, had vanished. All that remained was the realization that he had finally found his place as a slave and sex toy to his own students.
Here’s the story, my beloved bg brother! I hope it pleases you! Sorry for taking so long to share it with you!
Lots of love!
fab the fag
Now THAT is one hell of an update!
I love this update not only because it shows how methodically Master Anthony submitted and trained Daniel, but also because the story highlights Master Anthony’s overwhelming power to force others (including Alphas) to obey him!
God Alphahood fits Master Anthony like a superhero suit!
Flush with power because of Fabien’s adoring update, Master Anthony finished with this flourish:
Here you are, faggot, you have it! You can see why daniel is so desperate for me to keep him as a slave, hey? I’m sure you faggots are forever in love with the Alpha who ass-fucked first haha!
Bye, faggot!
And then Master Anthony added a message in French for Fabien:
Voilà un bon garçon obéissant ! Tu es pardonné, va ! Je suis un Maître miséricordieux. Mais je vais peut-être quand même te fesser, juste pour le fun !
Translated:
There’s a good, obedient boy! You’re forgiven—go on! I am a merciful Master. But I might spank you anyway, just for fun!
Fabien is the luckiest faggot on the planet to be owned and used by Master Anthony! He is the perfect faggot for a most perfect King!
Thank you to both my Master Anthony and my brother Fabien for this!
