This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

After that initial blowjob, Eric, the 18-year-old straight Alpha who took over Michael the faggot’s apartment, had been largely using Michael only in nonsexual ways (as outlined in the previous story). This can be enormously satisfying for a live-in faggot, of course, as we are tuned to provide any service possible to satisfy the needs of straight Alphas.

Michael commented on his daily service opportunities:

This is the first time I have actually lived with the Alpha I serve.  The closest to this before was when I was in high school and serving my next-door neighbor, Brian.  But actually sharing an apartment with my Alpha has opened up fascinating possibilities of service that I hadn’t considered before.  There are so many little things that I can do now to make His life so totally stress-free and enjoyable.  It goes beyond His assumption that of course, He can use my car when He is going out at night.  And because He uses it to pick up His women., I have taken extra care that the gas tank is always full and the car is polished and spotlessly clean.  And I ensure that the refrigerator and pantry are fully stocked with the things He eats (which is not what most normal people eat — more on that some other time.  Suffice it to say that some of these groceries are not easy to find.).  Because I live with Him I can run His bath towel through the dryer so that I can hand Him a warm towel when He steps out of the shower.  Little things: I clean the gunk off the top of His toothpaste tube, I dry the sweatband on the baseball cap He wears when He goes to the gym or when He runs every morning.  a faggot’s world is filled with opportunities to serve — so much more so when the faggot has the privilege of living with it’s Alpha.

But Eric has finally figured out that Michael can be used as an automatic blowjob machine.

Eric no longer addresses me by my name.  I am either “faggot” or “boy.”  When He calls me faggot, it is not in a deprecating way; not a put-down.  He calls me faggot like you would call a friend “buddy” or “pal.”  To Him it is just a form of address.  To be called “boy” by a teen-aged Alpha who is like 7 or 8 years younger than I seem perfectly appropriate. Compared to Him and His magnificence, I truly am insignificant.  He reminds me of my inadequacies as a male person (i have long ago gotten over considering myself as a “man”) when He calls me “boy” — like with experience and maturity I could grow into a man, although clearly that will never be.  He fully understands that I will be “boy” for all my life.

A couple of days ago I had the privilege of taking care of His morning wood. he realized that now that He had a faggot to take care of His morning erection, He didn’t have to take care of it Himself by jerking off.

The first time I gave Him a blow job, He never said a word until it was all over.  There was total silence until the moaning started.  When I am summoned in the morning to take care of His hard-on He just summons me.  “faggot get over here and take care of this” or similar words.  He says little or nothing while I am sucking Him off.  It is not an act of love or even worship.  It is just simply utilitarian.  He can’t get His running shorts on and take His morning run until the erection is down — simple as that.  If He senses that I am prolonging my ministrations He gets impatient.  “Hurry up, faggot.” or something like that. 

I don’t think He sees the morning sucking Him off and the worshipful blow job that I gave Him that first time as the same kinds of things.  In the mornings I am nothing more than a substitute for His right hand.  That first blow job I was a worshipful pilgrim at the altar of His divinity.

I love this complete attitude shift in the mindset of Alpha Eric. Now he is completely using Michael for EVERYTHING.

Imagine being summoned into the bedroom and ordered to service an 18-year-old’s erection so he can start his day! Michael used the word “utilitarian” to describe his function in this Alpha’s life, and that’s correct – he’s a utility. A machine existing only to serve the needs of a young, deserving Alpha.

I cannot express my pride in the humble, dedicated work of my brother Michael in this case. This is the fulfillment his father hoped for his faggot son so long ago. It’s beautiful to see!

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

For reference, this is the third post in a series of articles relating the introduction of faggot worship and service to an 18-year-old straight Alpha named Eric by Michael the faggot. In the first post Michael’s apartment is taken over by Alpha Eric (CLICK HERE), and in the second post Michael sucks off Alpha Eric and introduces the young god to the wonders of fag worship (CLICK HERE).

Okay, so do you want to know what it’s really like to be the live-in faggot to an arrogant straight Alpha?

Keep in mind that Alpha Eric moved into Michael’s apartment just a few weeks ago, and has been living there rent-and-responsibility free ever since. It’s pretty shocking how quickly this straight Alpha – brand new to everything related to the use of faggots – has assimilated the use of Michael into his routine.

But I thought this latest tidbit of information was especially illuminating. Here’s Michael:

Sam, I promised you more about Eric. 

Shortly after we started discussing His rights and privileges as an Alpha Male, Eric started bringing women back to the apartment several times a week.  I had noticed, before then, that He would disappear for a few hours several times a week. 

But then one day I got a text:  “I need the apartment after 9:00.  I’ll text you when you can come back.”  Not, “do you mind if I bring a girl back” or “can I have the apartment for a few hours.”  Rather, He just assumed that the apartment was His to use as He needed — which of course was an accurate conception of how things were.  I was paying the rent, but for all practical purposes, the apartment was His.  Sometimes, it was 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning before I would get the text that I could come back to the apartment. 

Once the text read something like “You can come back any time, but be quiet entering.  We’ll have breakfast at 7:30.”  On that morning, He and a gorgeous woman, in her 30s emerged from the bedroom, fully clothed for work.  I served an egg-white omelet with fresh chives from my window garden and quietly withdrew to change the sheets and towels in the bath.  He said nothing to her about who I was or why I was there serving breakfast.  It was like I was just another household appliance. 

I sniffed their sheets and pillowcases as I stripped the bed and put on fresh sheets.  That was reward enough.

Of course, being banned from the apartment for hours on end was not easy for me.  Because of the pandemic, I couldn’t go to the movies or to a library.  I didn’t want to go to a bar.  Generally, I just roamed the streets or dozed in my car.  But the knowledge that I was enabling Him to get His rocks off with one gorgeous woman after another was so satisfying.  You know how it is, Sam.

I do, indeed!

First of all, I want to say this directly to any straight Alphas who are reading this: if you are not living like this right now, you are missing out on an entire aspect of your rights as an Alpha Male.

I cannot understand why any Alpha Male would pass up this kind of day-to-day worship from dedicated faggots. It simply doesn’t add up in my brain. What straight Alpha Male’s life wouldn’t be enriched by owning a faggot like Michael?

And from this experience, it should be obvious that receiving such worship is not only deserved, but it’s also VERY easy to take. Alpha Eric used almost no effort to get complete service from Michael. Again, any Alphas who are not making use of this natural resource are completely missing the point of Alphahood and its power.

As for Michael, he is living a faggot’s dream life right now. Why? Because he was (a) brave, (b) completely and thoroughly submissive, and (c) thoughtful in how he handles himself.

This saga with Alpha Eric is just getting warmed up, I think. I’m looking forward to the next stage of Michael’s service to these great Alphas!

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

Well, I apologize. Several days ago I received the email from Michael the faggot that formed the centerpiece of the post I finally managed to write last night (CLICK HERE). Since it didn’t sound like any new developments were imminent, I thought I would have some time before I would need to update Michael’s story.

Nope! I forgot that events happen pretty quickly in the life of a professional live-in faggot!

In last night’s post I made this prescient statement:

“I do believe it is inevitable that Eric will use Michael sexually soon. I can only imagine what that will be like!”

Goddamn do I know what I’m talking about! This morning Michael surprised me with this smoking hot update!

Well, Sam, you were right; it was inevitable. I’ll get to that in a minute.  But first, a little bit about Eric.  He is spectacularly gorgeous:  perfect skin (tending toward the olive, like He had an Hispanic relative a couple of generations back; but His hair is very blond and the contrast with His skin is breathtaking.  He has a handsome face — not movie-star handsome, but very masculine, with perfect features.  He stands a little over 6 feet tall, and has, I would guess single-digit body fat percentage.  He is muscular, but not bulked out.  Perfectly defined (although clearly His co-workers in the office don’t see His physique).  But He has, even though when this Summer started He probably wasn’t aware of it, the perfect Alpha Male bearing. 

After He started His internship, He would tell me things like, “Gee Michael, the people at the office are so nice.  They bring me coffee several times a day, take me to lunch. And I’m only the kid who runs the Xerox machine.”  One day He said that the Big boss had invited Him to his club to play tennis.  I explained to Eric that He wasn’t in high school anymore.  He was in the real world and this is how Alpha Males are treated in the real world — served, worshiped even.  I explained that ordinary people have a need to serve Alphas, to worship them, and to do things for them. 

I explained that for some people, namely faggots, it is their life’s mission, their purpose for living, to serve Alphas and to make their lives easier, better, and more enjoyable. 

“Like you,” He asked,  “ironing my shirts and shining my shoes and doing my laundry.  Are you a faggot?” He asked.

And then, out of nowhere, “Do you suck my brother’s cock, faggot?”

“Yes, Sir, I do.”  (We had slipped into a different conversational mode, and it seemed totally appropriate for me to call this teenager “Sir.”) 

“Then you can suck mine, faggot.”  He had just returned from the gym (I had paid for His Summer membership at a neighborhood gym, as He found the workout room at our apartment building inadequate. He was in His workout shorts.  I knelt before Him and slipped His shorts down.  He was wearing a jock, and I could see Him starting to get hard through the pouch.  He smelled wonderful — teen sweaty.  I pulled off His jock revealing His awesome perfectly formed, perfectly proportioned cock.  Not huge, but big enough to be memorable. 

I realized this was an important moment. 

I started by licking up and down the length of His glorious prick.  Then I switched to sucking His generously-sized balls, sucking first one in, then the other, then both (a true mouthful).  Then I engulfed the full length of His prick in one gulp, well into my throat.  And then over the next 15 minutes or so, I repeatedly brought Him to the brink, and then backed off.  And when He finally rocketed off, it was an easy 5 or 6 massive blasts of cum, straight down into my stomach.  He was breathless when it was done.  When He could finally say something all He could say, over and over was “oh my God.” 

And so, another Alpha Male comes to truly realize the entitlement of Alpha-hood.  And the world is just a little bit a better place.

BRAVO!!!

I almost leaped up and cheered when I read this account! Here’s what I wrote back to Michael:

Michael,
HOLY FUCK!
Goddamn my instincts almost never fail me in shit like this!!! I could smell it coming in the air like an approaching spring rain.

It has really been incredible what your one act of courage has wrought in your life! This entire situation mushroomed from that one bold approach! 

But it’s not just that. Your attitude and matter-of-factness about your purpose is what makes them comfortable, too. I know because your approach is EXACTLY how I do it. I smiled so broadly when you related how you explained Alphahood to Eric because that is almost word-for-word how I explain it to straight Alphas I’ve seduced (like my recent Uber episode I related on the podcast).

Anyway, I’m really fucking proud of you, and so proud to call you my brother! Your Dad raised one amazing faggot!

I italicized a couple of parts on Michael’s account. One emphasizes the wording to use when discussing these matters, and one emphasizes the mindset necessary to really succeed as a faggot.

I explained that for some people, namely faggots, it is their life’s mission, their purpose for living, to serve Alphas and to make their lives easier, better, and more enjoyable.

By explaining the truth about faggots to straight Alphas in such a matter-of-fact way, we help them to understand that this is simply a natural part of the Hierarchical Order. It helps them accept the fact that faggots exist to serve and please them.

I realized this was an important moment. 

Whenever we as faggots have the opportunity to service a straight Alpha, we must have this mindset. It is a privilege to introduce these Alphas to the service of faggots. We can’t be lackadaisical or lazy about it. We must bring our “A-GAME” and really go over the top to give them mind-blowing experiences. After all, we will be their first faggot experience – make it one that they will want again and again!

My brother Michael is absolutely a faggot cut from the same cloth as I am. His overwhelming success in service is a testament to this approach, one I have practiced during my 22 years in service and preached constantly on this site.

But wait – there’s still more coming! Michael sent me a follow-up email:

Thanks my brother.  my experience with teen-god Eric has been just one amazing adventure after another.  I will write more when I have time (He’s keeping me pretty busy) but suffice it to say that of all the Alpha Males I have known, Eric has picked up on and asserted the rights and privileges of Alpha-hood quickest and most comprehensively.  Still, there is not an arrogant bone in His body.  He is in no way narcissistic.  Just pure, natural All-American Alpha god.

Hang on tight, everybody!!

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

It’s been a little while since we’ve heard from Michael, the brave faggot who began servicing many of the straight Alphas who live in his apartment complex. The last time he checked in he told us about how his service to the first apartment Alpha Jake had deepened and increased in intensity. It seemed like the pinnacle achievement of an already ideal faggot situation.

But, as often happens with Alphas, the intensity level can always be shifted into a higher gear.

I’m just going to let my dear brother tell you what’s happening now:

Sam,  It’s been a while since we’ve communicated.  It seems that my role in life is to bring out the Alpha-ness of the Alpha males that surround me. 

You’ll remember the Alpha I have called Jake (not His real name) — the guy who first started me on this adventure of serving the Alpha males in my apartment building during the quarantine.  (Well, the quarantine is pretty much over now around here, but the guys still require service from time to time when their girlfriends are not “willing.”)  Well, it turns out that Jake has a younger brother (I’ll call Him Eric) -18 years old, just graduated high school, coming to the city for college, but has an internship this summer — and a TOTAL ALPHA. However, His Alpha-ness is only slowly emerging under my guidance. 

He needed a place to stay, but His brother Jake was unwilling to have a roommate in His one-bedroom apartment, so Jake told Eric that He could use my (one-bedroom) apartment.  So Eric has moved in.  I immediately offered Him my bedroom, changed the sheets, and put fresh towels in the bath, and I am sleeping on the couch, or more often the floor.  Because Eric has to look sharp for His internship, I iron His shirts every day, make sure His suit is pressed and wrinkle-free, His shoes are shined. 

He is not demanding of these services but He accepts them.  I am hopeful that He will come to understand that He is entitled to be served and worshiped.  He is totally straight, and I have not yet been able to convince Him that He is not gay if He lets me suck His cock, but I am hopeful that He will come around.  As you know, Sam, a faggot must be ever vigilant for an opportunity.

I mean, what can I say???

This is pure Alpha entitlement at its most primal. These Alpha brothers realize (without verbalizing it) that Michael is a faggot and born to serve them. Ordinary Men would balk at the idea that they would move into another male’s apartment with them and that male would not only sleep on the floor (in his own place) but also serve them … but these Alphas are not only comfortable with it, but they also EXPECT IT.

In my reply to Michael’s message above, I advised the following:

Here’s what you do: ask his older brother if he has discussed the sexual use of faggots. This might push the older Alpha to indoctrinate his younger brother (if he hasn’t already). 

I do believe it is inevitable that Eric will use Michael sexually soon. I can only imagine what that will be like!

I’ve never been a huge proponent of online findom for a variety of reasons, but my main objection is this: it weakens Hierarchy by encouraging lazy, selfish faggot behavior while elevating unworthy dumbfucks to the rank of Alpha simply for being attractive or cartoonishly “dominant”.

Now, the faggot nonsense I can brush aside (after all, life will be a harsh Master in the long run), but these fake “Masters” of findom really offended me. You see, I’ve been fortunate in my faggot career to have been owned in real life by some of the greatest straight Alphas I’ve ever known. I know true Alphahood when I see it not only I’ve served them, but also because I have a deep appreciation for Hierarchical truth. And lemme tell you, Alphas aren’t defined by the number of feet pics they post online.

Having said that, I can confidently tell you that Master Virgo (@KingVir919404 on X) is one of the purest straight God Alphas in all of online findom.

I met him around 2021 and was instantly captivated by his chilly, casual demeanor. I was also excited to find out he owned live-in faggots despite being resolutely heterosexual. His early interactions with me were curt and dismissive, as if he was a movie star who couldn’t be bothered. Then one evening I was speaking with one of his live-in faggots in a Twitter Space when Master Virgo arrived home and began barking orders to his faggots, and I could sense his gigantic presence over the phone!

Another thing you quickly come to understand about Master Virgo is that he’s an Alpha who lives a high-class lifestyle bedazzled with luxury items and experiences. He associates with the wealthy and well-connected. You might catch him in exclusive clubs, or on a private beach at an expensive resort, or making a splash at The Met Ball. He smokes the best cigars, fucks supermodels, and drinks from the top shelf. He uses cash to light his smokes. Here are a few pics to give you a taste of his everyday life:

All of this lavish lifestyle is provided by Master Virgo’s large, solvent stable of owned faggots.

In fact, it’s the quality of Master Virgo’s faggots that best defines his actual power. His faggots are loyal and extremely submissive in their service to him despite the fact that Master Virgo will never give them anything sexual or romantic.

I had the distinct pleasure of speaking with one of Master Virgo’s favorite possessions, a faggot named Tyrell (@joyofsubmission on X). I asked this faggot if he might write about his experience as one of Master Virgo’s favorite owned faggots, and he wrote this:

I would like to start out by saying I’m not some self-hating, low-hanging fruit that would’ve
served just any pair feet with a middle finger. I’m an educated professional. Decent looking, sociable,
with friends and family that love and respect me. I say this not to elevate myself in anyway from any of
my brothers in servitude (I am absolutely, an owned, domesticated and completely subjugated faggot to
a real man after all), but to highlight just how powerful my Master is. He is my King, my Daddy, my
owner, my guiding light, and my purpose. I am happy to share how He came to claim what was always
His.

It all started with photo on twitter. They say a picture’s worth a thousand words, but in a true-to-this
Alpha male’s case, worth $o much more. I’ve always felt that aching need to submit to a real man and
like so many faggots before me, chased that feeling into Findom. However, I had grown bored with the
temporary, transactional sensations and had deleted my Findom twitter and resigned myself to move
on, unsatisfied. That is until the hand of fate brought a photo of who would become my Master across
my vanilla twitter timeline through a mutual’s displayed likes no less.

I was completely entranced! The style, the poise, the confidence. I had to know more, and
proceeded to do a deep dive down his timeline, greedily absorbing all I could. Before I knew it, I found
myself creating another account. Sending a message, and of course out of respect, including a
screenshot of my first tribute in over a year. He took his time responding which was a response in and of
itself. I waited on pins and needles, and was thrilled to be acknowledged by this Man. I continued to
send more tributes, and eagerly answered any and all questions He had for me over time.
In his wisdom and prescience, knowing what I had only yet begun to learn, he eventually invited
me to treat him to lunch as I had recently moved to His city. He set a date and chose a location. I was
unquestionably excited, but like many faggots in denial I thought to myself – “sure, I’ll meet him. Most
of these doms aren’t the real deal and I’m sure I’ll see that up close and personal. I’ll just get it out of my system and dispel the illusion.”

The day finally came and I couldn’t have been more wrong. From jump he provided instruction- telling
me how to dress for the occasion. Where to park and await his arrival, opening his door (I’ve since been
trained to always open every door for him when in His presence). I didn’t realize it but I was already
being trained for the role he had prepared for me. As He stepped out of His vehicle and I looked up at
Him, every question I had about His authenticity was obliterated. My knees buckled, and the only thing
keeping me standing was that He had not yet given me permission to kneel. When He finally did it was a relief and a confirmation all in one.

Throughout the course of the meal and the conversation I was so taken aback by how multi-dimensional He was. He was charming, charismatic and smooth. He was witty, thoughtful, even courteous, but always in control. He spoke to me with a familiarity that I grew increasingly desperate to earn. By the time He asked me what I wanted (already knowing the answer) I could hardly recognize myself as my lips parted and the most honest thing I had ever said escaped them – “I want to be Your bitch.” I repeated myself as he looked on expectantly and grew practically hysterical. I had lost all composure. There was no more playing it cool. My statement turned into a plea. There I was in a public restaurant, palms open and begging Him to make me His bitch. I had never been so vulnerable in my entire life.

“We’ll see”. Was His response with a cocky, self-sure smile. I knew He had already seen, but would make
me earn it nonetheless.

The rest is history. I would continue to drive to Him on my days off when requested. He quickly
established that my time was His and I offered no resistance. Each task a lesson. Each instruction a line
of code in my programming as He continued to shape me in the ways He saw fit. He broke me in good
and thorough with physical discipline of course. Took me to the pet store to pick out my own collar and
leash. A dog bowl to eat and drink out of when instructed. He made sure to instill respect and obedience
in me as second nature, but also stimulated me intellectually, and spiritually. We’d have conversations
about music, and politics and life. He’d teach me things and listen acutely as I shared my passions as
well.

From picking up His drycleaning to chaperoning His dates with women as chauffer and wallet, being a
sounding board for His business, he continued to find uses for me and grant me opportunities to serve.
My love, admiration, and respect for King Virgo only continued to bloom and I have not stopped sinking
since. He has taught me the most valuable trait for any faggot, perhaps any person, to have – Gratitude.
Three years later and it has seen me through every stage of his total domination. When I am given a foot to kiss or massage after long day, I am grateful. When I am given soiled clothes to wash, I am grateful. When I am given an opportunity to prepare breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert, I am grateful. When I am given His piss to drink, I am grateful. When I am given a meal to cover, a bill to pay, an item to order, I am grateful.

I am grateful because I am HIS. And with that, comes a deep commitment to being the best version of
myself because that is what He deserves. I strive to advance my career, my skills, and my aptitude all to
protect his investment in me as his property and make good on the potential He sees in me. He’s the
greatest man I have ever known. He has my complete and unconditional surrender. There’s little doubt
in my mind that I will belong to Him for the rest of my life. And for that certainty, that clarity of purpose so few in this world achieve, I am grateful.

INCREDIBLE!

Speaking as a faggot who has some adjunct, distant-orbit history with Master Virgo, there is so much in this faggot’s adoring testimonial that rings absolutely true. For example, in this we experience His exacting dominance and precise expectations. You see, Master Virgo operates at a very high level, and he expects everyone he allows into his orbit – his women, his associations, his faggots – to elevate and perform at his elite expectations. You can hear that is this faggot’s words.

Now, many faggots fail and fall away under Master Virgo’s withering and relentless demands, but that’s okay. They simply shouldn’t be serving him. He will always have faggots desiring a place kneeling on the ground at his feet. What Master Virgo is doing is training his faggots, shaping them and disciplining them so that they become the best version of themselves.

I think of Master Virgo like a drill sergeant in the military. Nobody likes the drill sergeant at first as he screams in their face and abuses them, forcing them to push their bodies and minds past the breaking point. But what happens after that? The soldiers improve, becoming focused and sharpened to a fine point. By the end of it, they are grateful to the drill sergeant for making them an elite fighting force.

So it is with Master Virgo and his tight stable of elite faggots. He has fashioned and honed his faggots into the best possible versions of themselves, because they represent him and reflect on his great name.

And that view to purposeful training leads to something absolutely wonderful in his personal faggots: self-respect. You can hear that self-respect in the testimony above. Master Virgo values his faggot properties just the way he values the expensive watches, cigars, homes, cars, etc., that decorate and enrich his life. His faggots are buffed to a high shine and made to sparkle in every effort they expend in serving him. Every door opening becomes a chance to experience elite purpose, elevating the faggot and giving it meaning.

To that end, look at the collage Master Virgo created of pics he’s taken with his faggot. How many Masters would take the time to craft a loving emblem of his faithful faggot’s service?

The end result of such rigorous training and elevating is something Tyrell focuses on heavily at the end of his letter: GRATITUDE. He rightly recognizes that, as a faggot, he would’ve been nothing without Master Virgo. He would’ve been lost amongst the rabble, being used and tossed aside or worse, abused and damaged beyond repair.

But Master Virgo looked down upon him and his stable mates and saw potential in them. He gave them purpose in his service, and gave them meaning. And, like any withered plant that is watered and cultivated by a skilled gardener, his faggots have come to life and flourished under his care.

I love this video clip. Watch it first:

Some might see Master Virgo casually dribbling spit on his faggot and recoil. However, I see a faggot at peace, allowed to rest its head on its Master’s leg and watch him adoringly the way a faithful dog stares at its Owner. It’s beautiful.

I am so grateful to Master Virgo for allowing his faggot to write up this very personal tribute, as well as allowing me to publish it for the world to experience. It is my hope that all of the faggots who read this can understand that their purpose as faggots can have meaning in the hands of a straight and truly powerful Alpha King. I also hope that any Alphas reading this will also appreciate that abuse and humiliation isn’t true dominance or power.

Thanks again to Master Virgo for this unprecedented peek into his elite world!

There’s an old saying: “The way to a Man’s heart is through his stomach.” And yeah, Men love a great meal.

But if you’re serving an ALPHA (or want to be), the way to his heart is through his FEET.

You see, food satisfies a Man’s physical hunger, but an Alpha hungers for something greater: POWER and WORSHIP. He craves it the way his body craves air. It fuels everything he believes himself to be and everything he intends to become.

Foot worship is the ultimate act of submission and worship in the eyes of an Alpha, particularly if that foot worship comes from a faggot. When an Alpha sees a faggot debase itself entirely, surrender its masculinity, and kiss his feet, the Alpha swells with tremendous power and aggression.

There will always be a reaction to that simple act!

The following experience came in through my Questions From Readers inbox, but it was long enough and pointed enough that I’m turning it into a proper post so that everyone may learn:

I wanna tell you one experience that I remembered other day, it’s pure hierarchy. When I was 21 yo (now I’m 29) and had a vanilla relationship. At that time I had no idea what hierarchy or faggots/Alpha were, but I already knew that feet turned me on so much, and luckily my ex-boyfriend allowed me to worship his feet. Even though our sex dynamic was pretty vanilla, he was only top and I was only bottom, he always fucked me until he comes and then he kept his cock inside me and I wanked till I cum, almost every time it was like that.

But one day everything changed, we figured out together a new way of pleasing each other. We were having our usual dynamic when after had bred me he took his dick out of my hole and just lay by my side, instead of wanking and cum I instinctively went to the end of the bed, on the floor and started worshipping his feet and then massaging them, I was horny as fuck doing it but at anytime I thought about my dick, I was totally focused in give him pleasure and I wanted him to relax, after around 25 minutes of me worshipping him, he told me to join him in the bed and I obeyed, I didn’t know but he was ready for another round (that’s why he wanted me in the bed) we started kissing and a few minutes later his dick was in my hole again, he gave me another load and this time he left his dick inside me and told me to cum, after I came we stayed in the bed for a few minutes exhausted and in bliss about what had happened.

After that it became a thing between us, every time he gave me a load (in any of my holes) I worshipped his feet and kept myself chaste to receive another load afterwards and it wasn’t something he forced me to do, it was so natural for me, I craved to please him so bad, but I have to say he encouraged me to keep chaste because he realised it was good for our relationship, specially good for him (having an eager boyfriend to unload anytime). At some point he started ordering me to worship his feet and trainers as well before AND after fuck me.

After a while I figured out the world of chastity cages and I bought my first cage, it was a medium holy trainer, we already had broken up when I got this cage, but we still had some contact and I ended up telling him about the cage in a text message, the first thing he said was “I wanna fuck you while you are using the cage, and this time you’re not going to cum at all” and that’s exactly what happened, he arrived at my house, made me lick his trainers clean while he ignored me, then I worshipped his socked feet and his bare feet, he unloaded in my hole and ordered me to massage his feet, probably for 40min, after that he fucked me again, I got another load, he told me to grab a butt plug, he plugged me and said “keep my loads safe inside you until tonight at 10pm and keep the cage on as well” it was 5pm when it happened, this said he dressed up and left. I did exactly what he told me to do and it was the best feeling ever, knowing I had pleased a real man and had his seed inside me. Hierarchy is truth! And as soon as we know our place, the happiest we can be brother Sam.

This perfectly illustrates my point! Can you see how foot worship dialed-up the dominance in this Alpha/faggot dynamic?

Here’s the other thing: faggots need to give in to their natural desire to worship Alphas in this way. Don’t be afraid to even start submitting to an Alpha through foot worship. This faggot followed his instinct, and it paid off dramatically well!

Believe me, true Alphas cannot resist foot worship. The ones who don’t need it simply haven’t experienced it yet. Foot worship and service has been a huge tool in my faggot toolbox in order to serve Alphas and be owned by them!

Hello Brother,

About two years ago, I took in my then 14 year old nephew. He’s had a very rough life but has turned out to be an amazing kid. He gets good grades, is a multi sport athlete, and has a lot of friends. At 16, he is already exhibiting alpha traits.

For Christmas, he asked for sessions with a personal trainer because he wanted to max his looks. My partner’s ex-boyfriend is a trainer and was willing to take him on.

And oh my God, it has paid off. At the risk of sounding weird, my nephew is a fucking stud. He was always a cute kid and naturally fit, but now with his new workout routine, he has become a GOD among mortals.

And to add to that, he has had a few girlfriends. We talked about safe sex, of course, and he told us he needs condoms with more room. So apparently he is bigger down there too.

What’s more, he has become pretty popular on TikTok and Snapchat. He doesn’t have to post much and gets a ton of likes. He thinks it’s fun, but I think this sort of attention about to awaken the alpha within.

I told him to put his cash tag on his profile. Already he has had a few guys send him money. He doesn’t quite understand his power yet, but I’m encouraging him to lean into it slowly.

My partner is much more dominant and masculine than me and can speak alpha and sports and masc things with him. Even he has noticed that the kid has potential.

Thank you for providing incredible resources. I will find a way to introduce him to your site.

Thanks for the message!

It’s wonderful to see an Alpha that young start to embrace that natural power within himself! I’m glad your partner has gotten him into physical fitness and weight lifting! While I don’t think huge muscles have much to do with Alphahood in general, I think it’s vital for the Alpha during his developing years. It gives the developing Alpha a sense of his physical superiority over inferior males and gets his mind in the framework of besting others. It also helps that he’s receiving tributes from faggots on TikTok, for obvious reasons. 

I’m really proud of you and your partner for shepherding your nephew toward his destiny! Keep my posted on his progress! 

P.S. I loved it when you said your partner “speaks Alpha”! It really is its own language! 

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

It’s really sad to me that, after almost 10 years teaching Hierarchical truth online (alongside many others), more straight Alphas don’t know about the growth and power available to them through the use and ownership of faggots. Granted, straight Alphas have always used faggots to some degree or another, but through ownership straight Alphas make a leap that other, lesser males cannot ever experience. On the other side of that leap is exponential growth and limitless power.

The possibility of that kind of power was something a smart Alpha like Master Mike couldn’t pass up.

My first encounter with Master Mike occurred when he reprimanded me for not instructing his first faggot Benjamin properly. When I complied, he wrote to me and fully introduced himself to me, and we’ve been discussing his ownership of Benjamin and his plans for further training.

Here’s what Master Mike wrote to me last Thursday after I impressed him:

I am impressed by the fact you posted my reprimand. Very humble even for a faggot. Makes me wish you could join Benji on his reward this weekend. It is the six nations (European rugby contest) final matches on Saturday and I have 3 guys from my rugby team coming to watch at mine. Benji does not know they are coming but he will be attending in his full capacity as my faggot. I have bought a nice thick leather collar for the occasion. He will be serving us snacks and beers as well as a full steak dinner he prepared in the evening. All of it bought with his credit card. They have already been told what to expect and what they can ask of him. It does include a foot cleaning as I have trained him. They have also been told no photographs or getting rough with him. All of then have met Benji before so they will know him by face. They are staying the night and getting breakfast in the morning so Benji should have a full 24 hours of serving 4 straight men simultaneously. I know your pussy will be twitching imagining being in his place, but you will restrain yourself from posting this update until Sunday morning. Benji will not know until they arrive that they are coming. And he will not know until after they leave that they knew before that he was my faggot and would be serving them. 

Well, I didn’t hear anything until after the weekend was finished, but it was one hell of an update:

Got a proper account for you about Benjis submission. What a weekend it has been. It started Thursday when I messaged Benji to come over on Friday and happened to mention I was having a shit day. I finish work and head to Thursday rugby practice then head home after. Benji is sat on my doorstep waiting for me. At first I was pissed at him imposing but he said he had messaged offering to come over and cook. I check my phone and what do you know there was a unread message from him. I let him in and he cooked and got on with housework. I was torn whether to punish him for imposing or be happy that he is predicting my wants and needs like a top tier fag.i decided on not punishing him. I did make him phone in sick on Friday though. I had the day off and there were things to do. I was going to be hosting a Six Nations rugby party on Saturday and needed to pick up some snacks. I took Benji’s phone and wallet so he would have no distractions and left him to fully clean my house. He did a satisfactory job of cleaning and once my shopping was unpacked, I took him for a fully supervised clean and reshape of the cage area so he was fully presentable. I had 3 friends coming the next day which Benji didn’t know about. But no fag of mine was going to embarrass me in front of my mates. Then Saturday rolled around. Benji knew I would probably be watching the rugby so he was ready to be serving drinks. He was fully dressed up as a faggot. His chastity cage was polished, he was wearing a leather collar I picked up for him and nothing else.

What he wasn’t expecting was a knock on the door at 10:30. He looked very confused. I told him firmly to get the door. As always he obeyed. I could tell he was terrified. My mates had all been told what to expect and just laughed when he opened the door for them. They walked in like it was nothing and sat around my lounge as I had instructed them. Judging by how red Benji went he humiliated but I was just getting started. He was instructed to get each of us a beer and then to remove their shoes and socks so they could get comfortable. He laid out the snacks for us all and then the matches started. I had him washing my feet during the whole Ireland vs Italy match. And every time my team Ireland scored he was to kiss my feet. For the other matches, I passed him to the others to clean their feet. Only 2 of them accepted, but that is the loss of the third. I think he was worried it was too gay. But it isn’t gay to be served by a faggot.

Benji then made us dinner and we settled in for the final match of the day. Benji’s service had been perfect even though he was humiliated as hell. So I decided to reward him. I called him over and put him directly in front of me. And I offered him my feet. He went to massage them with his hands as usual but I stopped him. Mouth and tongue faggot. He obeyed faster than I thought was possible. I think the little faggot was so excited to finally serve its Master with more then it’s hands. He just kept going and fucking hell did it feel good. His tongue was getting right in between my toes. He seriously has me considering where else that mouth would be of use. He will have to earn that privilege though.

I must have looked like I was loving the treatment as one of the others asked for a turn but I told him absolutely not. My faggot obeys me and will serve as I tell him to. But he will only worship me. I own him and I do not share worship or ownership.

After the last match we just stayed up drinking. Benji was either getting us drinks or kissing and licking my toes. It was very telling that he would not come off my toes unless I told him to get their drinks. He outright ignored their orders if they were counter to mine. I guess that is the hierarchy at work. Two of them stayed the night after drinking that much. Benji was brought into my room where I could keep an eye on him. I allowed him to sleep on my bed at my feet as he did such an incredible job.

This morning he made breakfast for them and then they left. As I am writing this to you he is at my feet giving them another worship session.

Once I have sent this I will be making three things clear to him. One is that he has passed probation. He has proven that he improved my quality of life in his service as a faggot. I will be permanently keeping him as a personal faggot and from here on he is MINE. Two is that as MY faggot he is a member of this household. That means he will get a key and be allowed to live here if he so wishes. The rules are to be obeyed whether he is here or not. He is no longer to treat his flat as somewhere he can behave like a man. No clothes. No furniture. He just has to choose where to obey the rules and I think he will choose my house. Third is that I will do nothing to stop the rugby team from knowing I have a pet faggot. Three of them already saw first hand. All of them come by semi frequently. None of them know Benji’s friends or work colleagues. So I have no interest in hiding it.

So there we are. I am now the official and very proud owner of a faggot. He did a great job this weekend. I think Benji wanted to tell you all this himself but who cares what a faggot wants. He got to start serving my feet this weekend.

Truly a magnificent and glorious display of raw Alpha power by Master Mike! Not only was it an effective way to break Benjamin’s walls of resistance and train obedience into him, but it also taught his Alpha Pack the value of faggot ownership! How can anyone deny the Hierarchical truth powering Master Mike’s decision to take ownership of a personal faggot?

And Master Mike’s blunt statement – “It isn’t gay to be served by a faggot” – is absolutely true, and that truth is explicitly understood only by those straight Alphas powerful enough to own one.

I am taken aback every time I find another straight Alpha who is willing to display such power this openly. In Master Mike’s mind, any member of his Alpha Pack who disagrees with faggot ownership is wrong and not Alpha, essentially. He understands it’s an Alpha’s RIGHT to own and use faggots.

Thank you, Master Mike, for sharing the beginning of your ascension to true power!

Straight Master @PeteyDickens co-owns a faggøt with his friend, straight Master @jacejamesonxx. They’ve both begun to fuck this faggøt, and they’ve learned a lot about their Alphahood because of it.

Here’s what Master Pete wrote today:

“One thing I have discovered since starting to fuck a f@g in the ass is the feminine noises it creates from them. Women are loud & I wonder insincere as sex is a chore for them. Once I get pounding out my f@g buddy the moans it generates are more authentic.

When I hear these real feminine moans after fucking them out of my f@g & the pleasure on my cock from it being pleasured, I find myself being able to fuck harder. I get so into it growling, verbally, & physically dominating him.

My friend who I co-own our f@g with explained this to me. He calls it “beast mode.” Very few women can produce this level of beast mode in an alpha male. The completion of this mode is cumming into my f@g as I am pumping my cum into another human and it’s not just for reproductive purposes.

Lastly it amazes me how much my f@g is still pleasured after I pull out. The intense penetration of my cock & my cum in his body continues to physically & mentally please him after.”

⭐️ That after effect Master Pete mentions is likely the result of cunting!

Why do Men love the outdoors so much? Because nature reconnects them with their primal instincts.

Fire and earth. The elements. The hunt.

It makes them feel alive to return to a primitive state. To rut and breed. To dominate.

HierarchyIsTruth

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 haven’t been writing much from Fabien’s perspective recently because (a) he’s been working tirelessly in service to Master Anthony, and (b) because Master Anthony has recently taken over the storytelling duties as I’ve been able to dig in more in my communications with him.

But I also had another motive: I knew Master Anthony was planning a giant orgy at their shared place that would feature his entire straight Alpha Pack, faggots Fabien and Clement, as well as an unspecified number of girls.

Fabien told me about this event, and I could almost hear him shaking with excitement on the other end of the email. Indeed, I was shaking with a combination of excitement and nerves. I was just hoping the event wouldn’t lead to some sort of drama given the odd mixture of straight Alphas, faggots, and straight females.

Fabien told me a terrific plan he had for the orgy. He went out and bought Romanesque togas for all of the Alphas, and a gold Roman Civic Crown for his Master Anthony (as the God Alpha). I thought this was a masterstroke of genius by the industrious little faggot, and I knew it would be a huge hit.

Things went silent for a couple of days, but today I received this incredible update:

SAM!

OH MY BROTHER! WHAT A NIGHT!

I’m just taking a few minutes to tell you that Saturday night’s orgy went VERY well! We have been about twenty at the flat: Anthony and five of his Alpha brothers, four girls and no less than ten male slaves, including Clément and me! They were from college or gym, and I believe one of them is the brother of one of the guests.

The Men absolutely LOVED dressing up in the style of ancient Rome! Anthony was throned in the center, wearing a beautiful white toga that left half his torso bare, and a laurel wreath on his head!

We slaves wore only our underpants. We worked hard to serve and entertain the Men and their ladies! We had to humiliate ourselves, bark on all fours, catch the food thrown at us, fight each other, crawl on the floor, sing, serve as seats or footrests, worship their feet and muscles and armpits, all under their bursts of laughter and shouts of joy.

The Masters chatted, laughed, ate, drank, danced… And above all, fucked! By the end of the evening, all of them had put their dicks into several slaves’ mouths and asses. The girls also took part in satisfying the Men. I got spit-roasted again! We slaves all had cocks that fucked our throats and asses at the same time! But Anthony was the only one to ass-fuck me, by his own decision. I sucked many dicks and licked many feet, but I’m the only slave who got just one cock in his ass.

Anthony was clearly having a very great time! At the end of the evening, he was French-kissing a lady while two others girls were licking his hard cock and two of my fellow slaves were worshipping his feet. I must confess I felt a hint of jealousy for these girls and my brothers, but I immediately suppressed this feeling by focusing on Anthony’s happiness, which is all that matters! I’m so delighted to see him receive all this adoration! And even then, it’s only a fraction of what he deserves!

Everyone’s still fast asleep this morning, so I’m writing this e-mail taking advantage of being the only one awake. Anthony is in his room with two girls. Henri is in the guest room with another Alpha and another girl. The other three Men and the last girl are huddled together on the sofa bed. Clément and two other slaves have slept with me on the kitchen floor. The others were sent to sleep on the landing and in the stairwell. I’ll check on them after I’ve served breakfast to the Masters. The apartment is an incredible mess! I hope I’ll get some help from my fellow slaves, because it’s going to be very long and very tough to clean and tidy everything up! That’s how it is: for the Superior Men to enjoy themselves and have fun, we inferior males have to work harder! And what a pure bliss to make them happy!

I’m about to wake up my co-slaves in the kitchen to start making breakfast! Bye!

Lots of love!

Fab the fag

Letters like that one drive me forward in this crazy pursuit!

First and foremost, notice that Master Anthony rounded up more faggots so that all of his straight brothers could have plenty of holes to fuck all night! Remember, Master Anthony just started using faggots sexually a few weeks ago, and now THIS happened. But it’s all due to his unparalleled leadership and brazen confidence that anything like this could even happen.

This orgy was a perfect way to mentor his Alpha brothers into trying faggots sexually, because in a Pack setting each Alpha pushes the next to try new things and conquer new obstacles. Unknown to the rest, Master Anthony was actually helping his Alpha brothers unlock power within themselves. And honestly, that’s the best gift one Alpha can bestow on another.

I’m so glad the faggots (including shy Clement) could handle the double penetrations (which I’m sure weren’t gentle). And I really love that Master Anthony fucked his faggot in front of everybody, but like a King retired to bed to fuck two more females while his faggot slept in the kitchen. There is no end to his power.

Fabien had no training or mentorship from anyone except maybe me … and INSTINCT. And that’s important to remember. A natural faggot like Fabien is BORN to serve. He MUST serve. And look how he responds to that call, by serving his Master perfectly! I adore my little brother Fabien!

I haven’t heard from Master Anthony, but I’m sure something’s coming. But regardless, I’m so grateful to hear that this orgy went so well and everyone finished feeling fulfilled and joyful!

Thank you, Fabien!

Typically gangbangs are wild affairs that have little structure. But this one seems a little different. Here is a group of young Alphas training a faggot on how to properly suck their cocks.

People think Alphas are degrading a faggot by calling it a “faggot”, but they don’t understand it’s the exact opposite.

When a Master calls a faggot a “faggot”, he’s acknowledges the vast difference between them. He demonstrates that he recognizes its purpose, much in the same way a Man talks down to a dog affectionately by saying “good boy”.

This Alpha is just a huge muscle beast who vastly overwhelms this smaller faggot. This is just the way Alphas love it. To them, there’s nothing better than pinning a small faggot down and using it however they want.

Few things will make a Man feel more godly than this!

Just listen to the way this black Alpha talks to his cocksucker! This is how an Alpha gets into the head of a faggot, controls them, and owns them.

It’s easy for an Alpha to be degrading to any faggot, but especially to one behind a gloryhole curtain!

It’s basically nothing more than a glorified tube sock.

How could an Alpha respect that?

HierarchyIsLaw #HierarchyIsTruth

Scent training a faggot is vitally important in order to addict the faggot and focus its mind on the commands its Owner.

I thought this video took ball-scent training to the next level, actually putting the fag’s head inside the Alpha’s underwear so that the faggot has no choice except receiving a complete blast of its Master’s pheromones!

Straight Alphas who use faggots sexually for the first time are usually too stunned to speak, but the rest love calling it “faggot” like this guy does here to neutralize the fag’s sexuality.

It becomes merely a tight hole to fuck and breed!

Here’s this great clip restored to its pre-CHUDAI glory.

And it should be celebrated. This Alpha KING is being slavishly worshiped by his cocksucker JUST AS GLADIATORS WERE ONCE SERVED!

Alphas have been enjoying this pleasure since the beginning!

HierarchyIsTruth!