This post is part of a thread following the story of Sir James, a straight married Man coming to understand and embrace the faghood of his beloved son. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I recently had a very touching Questions From Readers question from a worried 34-year-old father about his 16-year-old son he suspected was a faggot. You can read that question by CLICKING HERE. Despite some dumbasses in the comments section crying “FAKE!”, I think constructive people joined me to comfort that distressed father and give him a sense of direction with the issue.

This is a deeply personal and complicated problem for a straight father to confront. Faghood is something no father would want for his son, and in some ways it stabs at his own masculinity. Bad fathers would try to beat that faghood out of his son or even worse. But good fathers want to understand how they can understand the issue and try to protect their son while preparing them well for a future they can’t possibly understand. It can be overwhelming, to say the least.

Over the years I have received letters from parents of faggot sons much like the father above. It’s frightening to them, but always inspiring to me. These parents are the types of caretakers who truly love their son no matter what they are born to be. They just want their faggot sons to be safe and healthy and fulfilled in life. It’s a beautiful expression of love.

The father’s question was sent to me a week ago. Now I’ve received an email from a second father with a very similar problem:

Hi Sam,

My name is James and found your site because I was just doing some research because I have a feeling that my 16-year-old son may indeed be a faggot.  

A few weeks ago his soccer coach told me that he walked into the locker room after a soccer practice and my son was on his knees sucking off one of his teammate. Then the other day his mother found a chastity cage in his gym bag. We are a bit of a loss on what to do next with him.

Should we sit down and talk to him. Should we cage him to keep him out of trouble? We are both a bit of a loss at this moment

I was deeply touched by the level of involvement these parents were prepared to try in order to help their child. I immediately wrote back.

Sir,

Thank you for reaching out to me! I can hear the tension in your words, and I do sympathize with you. 
Just don’t worry. It’s going to be okay!

First of all, let me remove any doubt: your son IS a faggot. There’s no question about it. If he’s sucking off straight Alphas on his team and he’s purchased a chastity cage (or was given one), then he’s most certainly a faggot. 

Being a faggot isn’t necessarily a bad thing. The word has negative connotations, of course, but if your son has come to accept this as his identity, he can grow up to be very fulfilled as a proud faggot (like me) and find purpose as an owned faggot of an Alpha. 

You and your wife need to put aside your own dreams for your son and allow him to express these things. I know that isn’t easy, but it must happen. If you try to box him in, he’s only going to rebel or, even worse, come to live a miserable life as a ghost of what he potentially could be. I’m sure you don’t want that. 

It’s hard to advise you on how best to approach the subject with your son because I don’t know what your relationship is like with him. If you’re particularly close to him and speak freely with him, you might be able to have a full-blown talk about how you want him to be happy as a faggot but that he needs to be more careful about where he services Alphas. If you’re not as close, you might just tell him to make sure he’s careful when having sex in general. 

Again, don’t panic. He’s always going to be your son even if he’s a faggot. Approaching this with care and love will assure that your son has the best possible start as a faggot, and he will have the self-respect required to make good decisions about who he serves. 

If you have any additional questions, please feel free to write me, Sir! 

This is always a difficult piece of advice to give a parent. I’m not officially a parent, so what do I know? But I gave this father my heart in the hope that I might reach his.

And it seems to have helped. I received this lovely response from this father today:

Hi Sam, Thanks so much for your reply, We have always been a very close family and learning that our little boy is indeed a faggot does not change a thing. And we are hanging out together this weekend and I will be telling him that I understand and we will always be there for him.

I hope you don’t mind me writing to you as I watch my baby boy blossom.

That means so much to me to hear him call his faggot son “baby boy”! I refer to my Syrian son as “Baby Boy” as well. They will always be our babies, no matter how old they get. And, like babies, we as fathers will do whatever we can to protect them!

I thank Sir James for sharing his story and trusting me with it. I will always stand beside these straight fathers who are willing to brave the unknown frontiers of their son’s futures!

I ask this question with complete humility and total respect for your answer. I’m a Beta male, and willingly submissive to Alpha males, and I would work myself to the bone for an Alpha that could guarantee that I would be allowed to service him sexually if the quality and quantity of my work were to his satisfaction. My question to you is; am I correct in assuming that I would not be in a position to expect him to agree to anything like that? That if I’m going to serve, it must be with the knowledge that I might never be allowed to be of service sexually?

Yes, you cannot expect a straight Alpha to agree to terms like that or ask for terms like that.

In my experience, the act of total obedient and submission over a sustained period of time will cause the straight Alpha to get turned on enough that he will do something.

However, when serving a straight Alpha, we should always go in with the expectation that we will never serve sexually. We should instead find joy and fulfillment in the fact that we get to serve them at all.

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Straight Alphas do use faggots because they’re an easy way to dump loads and release pent-up aggression.

Another advantage about using faggots sexuality is the fact that the Alpha can use it however he wants. The Alpha in this short clip above wants to fuck in a different position, so he casually drags his faggot across the bed and positions it before shoving his dick back in.

Alphas always get what they want!

Is there an image that more completely demonstrates the Alpha/fag dynamic than this one?

Honestly, most Alphas naturally understand this dynamic. They understand it like they understand owning dogs. They don’t claim to understand (or even like) a dog’s behavior, but they know it’s a natural thing to own a dog and enjoy what the dog gives them.

Same with a faggot. This Alpha doesn’t understand why his faggot is the way it is … he just knows it belongs to him and he likes what it does for him.

What is “agonophilia”? Simply put, it’s sexual arousal stemming from fighting and violence.

Here’s a more complete examination:

The etiologies of the most common paraphilias (i.e., exhibitionism, fetishism, frotteurism, pedophilia, masochism, sadism, transvestism, and voyeurism) are still poorly understood, and agonophilia is even less studied compared to the others listed above. The two leading theories on the development of paraphilias involve neurodevelopmental anomalies early in life that alter brain function, and behavioral conditioning in which some neutral object or activity becomes strongly associated with sexual arousal, which is then reinforced over time through masturbatory fantasies. That said, it’s likely some combination of the two (i.e., genetic predisposition or prenatal teratogen, followed by behavioral conditioning over time), and it’s very difficult to discern the specific cause(s) of any given paraphilia for an individual due to the complexity of the behavior.

The good news is that knowing the cause doesn’t really matter at all, other than appeasing one’s curiosity. Most paraphilias fall along a spectrum of normal sexual behavior, and something like sexual arousal associated with fighting is fine as long as the urge doesn’t lead to harm to self or others and the sexual acts are performed consensually with all participants. If the sexual urge is causing significant distress or impairment in your life, then I recommend seeking behavioral health services to help you manage that distress or impairment accordingly.

So what might that have to do with the fact that straight Alphas will very often use faggots sexually? Well, for starters, the sex between males is by nature very aggressive and dominance-oriented. Agonophilia might explain why straight Men get aroused when they’re with faggots, because they find the power play and the unleashed aggression exciting in a way they don’t experience with females.

Regardless, the psychological information on Agonophilia and the straight Male use of faggots is largely irrefutable.

So the next time one of you straight Alphas wonder why your dick gets hard when you’re slapping a faggot, now you’ll know.

In my last podcast I discussed the startling true story of Master Andrés, a completely straight Alpha who has taken on a live-in faggot for sexual and domestic service much like Masters Matt, Jin, and Kyler and others have done. During the podcast, I used that story as a jumping-off point to discuss how important it is for faggots to take the initiative and risk to offer themselves to straight Alphas.

I received some interesting feedback from that story and podcast, but I received one comment in particular that didn’t necessarily have a great ending, but contained a valuable life lesson. Here’s what a faggot named Sergio said:

I really resonated with the end of this episode. I was a beta bitch to my Straight Alpha friend for many years, driving him around, buying his drinks at the bar, putting his needs first. I’ll never forget the day I got down on my knees and really offered him service. I came out of the fag closet and let him know I was his to use and abuse. He laughed. He told me to stop playing. I told him I was serious. He told me he wasn’t interested, he wasn’t gay, and he just wanted to be friends. I told him I knew he wasn’t gay. He declined my worship nonetheless. 

We went back to the way things had been, him taking the lead and me following his subtle orders, but things quickly changed. I was serving as his foot stool, kissing his feet and drinking his piss straight from the tap within a few months of the first time I got down on my knees and let him know I was a faggot who lived to serve him and men like him. He wasn’t a violent Alpha, but from time to time he kicked me in my balls and laughed while I was on the floor screaming in pain. Whether it was worshipping his feet, drinking his piss, smelling his farts, serving as his footstool or ball torture, I always thanked him profusely for allowing me to serve. He’d just laugh and call me a fag. 

It never became full sexual service, although I was almost always rock hard when serving him, but I was a happy fag driving my Alpha friend around, buying his drinks and serving as his comfort and his entertainment, and it all happened because I had the courage to offer him the service he deserved.

Bravo to Sergio for showing the courage to offer service to this Alpha, but even more props to him for continuing to service selflessly even after the Alpha rejected his greater, more intimate offer of service. The Alpha knocked him down, but Sergio recognized that the Alpha still deserved loyal service and worship! That’s the correct viewpoint!

This is what it takes: courage, humility, and resilience!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of Master Andrés, a straight Alpha from Argentina who discovered faggot worship and ownership through the encouragement of his girlfriend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When a straight Alpha takes ownership of a faggot, there are certain stages involved in his acceptance of this new possession and what it can do. At first, the Alpha is thrilled that he can even own a faggot and that the faggot itself is so obedient and comfortable in its role as servant.

But after the initial excitement wears off, the really long-term aspects of faggot ownership sink in. The straight Alpha begins to appreciate that his faggot will simply serve and obey him at a high level every day, and that there is almost no limit on what a faggot will do for its owner.

It’s this level of appreciation for the ownership of faggots that lifts an Alpha to new heights. The Alpha discovers true power, the likes of which he never could’ve imagined.

Master Andrés is at that stage of ownership development with his live-in faggot. And, curiously enough, that deeper appreciation for his faggot comes from how his faggot serves his wife.

Hello faggot Sam and readers, this is Master Andrés again. I know you’re used to stories of faggots serving God Alpha Kings like me but in my household things are getting quite peculiar. I’m the owner of the house and my word is the law here. However, the woman who sleeps by my side is not my property like the faggot in the other room. She’s my beloved wife and if I’m the King she’s the queen of this house. That’s why she doesn’t serve me neither domestically nor sexually (and I think she would never be able to). Our sex is always respectful and full of love. But the boy is totally different. It is impressive how he lives to serve me.

My wife is in her period. So she’s in a very bad mood and having terrible colic. When it happens, she tells me to unload in the fagpussy and let her rest. That time her period is way worse and she is real pain. I agree with my brothers protector alphas I read on this website, a true God Alpha must take care of others. So I wouldn’t let my queen in pain. While she was in our bedroom resting, I told the faggot that I would get some chocolates and medicine for her. And guess what: the fag said that a Master like shouldn’t bother with this. He went out and bought medicine, chocolate and her favorite flowers, he gave them to me for me to pretend I had bought them. The fag also bought me some beers and great food for my lunch while I waited at home watching tv.

Since he moved in, the faggot has already served me thousands of times but that was the first time that he served my wife too. I kissed my wife forehead, let her sleep and close our bedroom’s door. When I went back to the living room, the faggot had served my lunch with great wine and was waiting for me to eat. I asked him if he wanted to have lunch too and my loyal faggot said that he would only eat a salad and some fruits because he wanted to be ready for me (we all know what he meant lol)

I admit that I wasn’t in a sexual mood because the only thing I could think about was my wife’s health and wellness. Thankfully, the faggot is a professional nurse so he’s the best person to take care of my wife’s health and mine. He told me not to worry because that was normal and she would feel better soon, she just needed to sleep. I just said “thank you” and he answered that I didn’t need to thank, his duty was to “serve the couple”. For the very first time he referred to both of us in his service. Then he said that “a queen is below the power of the king but the faggot is always below the queen”. 

I think he noticed that I was more relaxed after we talked, so he took my plate and the empty glass of wine to do the dishes. After everything was clean, he came back to the living room, where I was watching tv and fetched me a beer. My fag loves all the stories on FWA, his favorite Alpha is definitely Master Matt but he read all the others too. (He loves to follow Bruno and his faggot Giovanni and he showed me some days ago the story where Bruno refers to Gio as a cherry and a strawberry). So he told me that a big Man like me should have some dessert and that he would prepare some strawberries with cream for me. I didn’t understand what he meant at first because there were no strawberries in the fridge. But when he went to the bedroom instead of the kitchen I realized which strawberry I was going to eat.

Brian (the faggot) came back five minutes later wearing lingerie and holding in his hands the little bottle of lube. He approached me, showed his sexy ass in the lingerie and asked me if I wanted to have some. “It’s all yours, Sir”. No need to say that I got rock hard. I put the fag on his knees and pull my dick out. He gave me great head (with all due respect to my wife, it’s impossible to compare, the fag is a pro). I didn’t even need to move, I was a King in my throne. Brian lubed my cock and his pussy and asked permission to ride me. 

I pounded his tight pussy while he rode my hard cock. My hand was on his mouth because I didn’t want my fag to wake up my wife. After 30 minutes alternating between soft and hard fuck I said that I wanted to feed him. I put the fag on his knees again and shot a thick load in his mouth, he swallowed every drop. The fag kissed my balls after I came and said “thank you so much, Master”

Hierarchy is still a mystery for me, Sam. It is as if the fag wants to serve both of us. He will probably read this letter on FWA so I want him to know I’m very proud of him. He not only took care of my wife but also made me shoot a huge load and relax. That was all I needed. His blowjob is much better than my wife’s and his pussy is much tighter. He swallows my cum, which my wife never does, and obeys everything I tell him to do. In other words, I have the perfect life of a straight man with my beautiful wife but all the things she cannot offer me I find in my faggot.

Brian, the faggot of Master Andrés, is exceptional and performing beautifully. This is exactly the way a faggot should serve and worship an Alpha, but in particular as a line-in faggot to a straight, married Alpha. We see multiple ways Brian solved crucial problems Master Andrés had, going above and beyond in a few instances (like the flowers) in order to make his Master look better.

And Brian seductively offering his throat and pussy to his Master for sexual relief was sexy and unobtrusive, truly a wonderful approach. As Master Andrés said, he felt like a fucking King because of the service of his faggot. That’s literally all any faggot wants for its owner.

That final paragraph really summed up nicely why straight Alphas not only SHOULD own faggots, but probably NEED to own them. Faggots give straight Alphas the things they want that their wives can’t or won’t give them. At the top of that list is WORSHIP. Straight Alphas want to be worshiped, and they can have that through the ownership of faggots.

As Master Andrés has noted, he can fuck his faggot and still be straight. It hasn’t changed anything about his Manhood or concept of his Alphahood, only enhanced it. That’s a huge realization for a straight Alpha, and it’s one reserved only for the truly dominant, courageous leaders who bow to no pressure and live lives on their own terms.

Hierarchy really isn’t difficult to understand. It is the elevation and worship of our greatest Men. Hierarchy is the most natural concept in our world, and the Alpha/faggot dynamic at its heart is fundamental to Manhood. Straight Alphas like Master Andrés deserve to own faggots as part of their everyday life. A King like him can have his Queen beside him and his faggot at his feet. It is the Royal Court of an Alpha’s perfect life!

It’s just the way Nature intended!

You know, I’ve taught a lot of things about Hierarchy over the last ten years, and I get a lot of shit for some of the things I insist are true. Occasionally someone will come up with an argument that forces me to reassess how I view things, but there are some ideas I will never abandon.

Here’s one of them: straight Alphas fuck, breed, own, and use faggots, and doing so doesn’t make them gay. It only makes them more powerful.  

The truth of that precept is lodged more firmly inside me than a rapidly-swelling dick. I will never admit otherwise because that would mean I’m lying. And I’m not a liar.

I know this is true because I know Hierarchy. Also, I’ve served as first faggot to multiple straight Alphas, and I’ve even been owned by a few of them. I know this because I have countless true stories from straight Alphas who have come to know and treasure the worship and service of faggots peppered throughout this website.

And guess what? I have another.

The story that Master J.A. dropped into my inbox the other day couldn’t have hit me harder if it had been a brick in a pillowcase swung at my head. Master J.A. is a Latin American Apex Alpha with a gay Apex Alpha younger brother. They’re around 40 years old now. Although extremely close, their lives took drastically different paths. Master J.A. took the more traditional route, getting married and having kids, while his brother took the Hierarchical path.

One of the two brothers eventually regretted their choice. Wanna guess which one?

Master J.A. poured his soul into this long letter, but I beg of all Alphas to please carefully read and meditate on the lessons enumerated here!

Hello Sam, I have been reading your website for a couple of weeks now. I will tell you a story because I guess you’re gonna enjoy to have one more real example of how Hierarchy works.

I am 40 years old. My whole family moved from Latin America to California 20 years ago. I was 20 and my little brother was 17. We have always been best friends and I took care of him since he was born. But it didn’t take me long to notice that he didn’t need any kind of protection. We were both Alphas. I didn’t know this expression but it was clear that both he and I had been born to rule the world. It was even easier to notice that when we left our country and came to America, where we could express our sexual desires with much more freedom. I started to fuck girls at age 15 and haven’t stopped since then. My brother did the same thing and seemed to enjoy it too. One day, however, in a party when he was 18/19 he drank too much and let a guy suck his cock. Since we have always been best friend and had no secrets, he told me what happened next morning, regretting the terrible hangover but saying that he “kinda like it”. 

I would never judge my little brother but I didn’t expect that at all. Both of us had always been the powerful “Machos” of the family. I told him that I would love him anyway, even if he was a “faggot”. 20 years ago, I used this word (maricon in Spanish) just to mock him, neither of us had an idea about this whole hierarchy thing. Well, he embraced this “faggot” side but he didn’t want to suck any dick, he just enjoyed the blowjob that the boys in our town gave to him. Today I understand that my brother wasn’t a faggot at all, he was just using those who were there to serve him.

He “officially” came out as a gay man when we both moved from our parents’ house and moved together to San Francisco, a good spot to come out. You can only imagine the things he would do in Castro. That was the beginning of the 2000s we were young, full of energy and, most importantly, full of cum. He didn’t want anything with girls anymore but he had big balls to unload. We were brothers, best friends, and housemates, so I took hundreds of girls to my room while he would bring hundreds of faggots to his room and some non-fag bottoms too. Sometimes I could hear him fucking in the other room while I was breeding a girl in my bed.

For sure, that was the best moment of my life and I felt like a fucking King sharing that apartment in SF with my brother. Everything changed when I had the crazy idea of getting married in 2008. My brother told me that I would never stand to fuck only one pussy forever but, unfortunately, I had in my mind this rooted idea that a real Man must have a beautiful wife, a beautiful house, and pursue the “American dream”. Well, I got married and there’s no need to say that, even though I loved my wife, it felt like jail. She was jealous as fuck and I couldn’t even like other women’s photos on social media.

I don’t even know how many times I needed to use my fleshlight in the bathroom to jerk off because she wouldn’t let me fuck her. And believe it or not, she was jealous of the fleshlight so I needed to keep it hidden. So while I was hidden fucking a plastic pussy in the shower my brother had the life I should be having. Since I had moved to live with my wife, he needed to find a new roommate to split the rent. He had the brilliant idea to put a faggot in the other room! So he not only fucked hundreds of nice tight boys but he also had a live-in faggot right next door to unload whenever he wanted to. He had full-time service and all the holes he could fill up. I had an annnoying wife that would let me have sex twice a week.

It took me a huge effort to keep that marriage but in 2011 the best thing happened in my life: she got pregnant and gave me my beloved son. Suddenly, all the problems I had been facing disappeared because I could only think about being the greatest father of all times. But I am still a big strong Alpha, I had my needs… I’m not proud at all of doing this, but I started cheating on my wife after 5 years. It took me half a decade to give up on that fake “traditional family” dream. My kid was a little baby and still my main priority in life, but I could not stand anymore. Besides, after my son was born my wife basically stopped to have sex at all. I was using the fleshlight every night. 

I found three nice girls and started fucking them. I was hot and young, it wasn’t that hard to find nice women to have sex with. I kept my three sexy lovers for a while but one day my wife suspected that something was wrong and told me something I will never forget: she said that if cheated on her I would be “stabbing” not only her back but also my son because I’d destroy our whole family and she wouldn’t allow me to see my kid anymore. Nothing is more important on Earth than my son and I just gave up on my three other women to be in that cage she called a marriage.

My son grew up and from 2011 to 2019 I basically lived as a caged lion. I focused all energy on work and family. I made a lot of money, bought a bigger house and provided my son and wife with everything they needed. Meanwhile, I talked to my brother everyday, he is and will always be my best friend. He had spent all those years in the very same apartment, fucking hundreds – maybe thousands – of faggots. In 2019, we were both in our 30s and one day I asked him when he would settle down and find a husband to build a family. He simply said that I was his family and his boys were his family too (he didn’t use the word faggot back then). He had sex multiple times a day if he wanted to with sexy smooth boys and I was fucking my wife once a week. Who was the Alpha now? 

That conversation made me realize that I couldn’t spend the rest of my life in an unhappy sexless marriage just because I loved my son so much. I could be a great father, even a better father, if I were happy and fulfilled. Then my wife put the last nail in the coffin in 2019, when we were preparing everything for thanksgiving. She had always been conservative, her family never liked the idea of their white blonde all-American girl marrying a Latino brown man. Even though I have been living here for 20 years and I am literally a self-made man, they still make fun of my accent every time we are together and highlight how “non-American” I am.

The only reason they accepted me around is because I became fucking rich and I could afford all the foolish desires she used to have. They’re all Trump supporters too. When I look behind, I can’t believe I lost ELEVEN YEARS of my life with these stupid people. Anyway, the “last nail in the coffin” that I mentioned was related to my brother. My kid was 8 years old in 2019 and her mom, who has never liked my brother, said that we should try to avoid him at home because he would be “a bad influence”. I don’t want my kid to know that his uncle owns faggots either but nobody knows that, only him and I. She was referring to the fact that he was openly gay and he didn’t want queer people at home.

That was enough for me. I broke up and told he we would get a divorce. As you can imagine, the bitch and her lawyers took hundreds of thousands of dollars from me. But everything was worth it to get rid off those stupid anti-gay anti-Latino “Trumpiards”. I moved with my brother again but I bought a nice big house for me, for him, and his faggots. He has a nice job too but we decided to live together as a real family. He started reading your website during the pandemic and he’s a huge fan. He sent me the link to understand better what it was all about. It was not the first time he would try to get me into gay stuff and I would always tell him that I’m just a straight ally, my dick would never touch another male.

Everything changed when he told me just to be open-minded and think about this possibility. He knew that, since he was gay, I would never understand what faggot ownership is learning just from him. It would always be just “gay stuff”. However, he did something very smart and sent me the content of straight men using faggots. I read the entire thread of Matt, Nick, Jin and their faggots. At first, I admit (with all due respect to your content) that I thought it was just very well-written fiction but I got horny anyway. Then my brother sent me the videos of this guys Jordan, from Brandt’s Boys. That was all I needed to change my life.

I started watching Jordan and other straight men online. Although Jordan nowadays kisses his faggot, jerks off for other men and sucks cock, something that I’ll never do, I learned from him. 

One day my brother and I were drinking together and he called a faggot (there are 3 living in our house). He had never done it in front of me but he simply grabbed the boy told him to kneel and took a piss in his mouth!! What the fuck?? I was so shocked that I almost interrupted him and told him that it was too much and he could harm the boy. But the faggot had done it hundreds of times and love it. When he was done, the fag thanked him and asked what else he needed. My brother was already drunk so he said that, since the fag had his cock in the mouth, he could suck him and get a nice load. The boy had his throat totally fucked by my “little” brother and, again, loved it. After he came, my brother told the faggot to go back to his bedroom and relaxed again in the couch next to me. He noticed I was shocked to witness that and he just said that, while I had wasted eleven years of my life, he had been getting that kind of service since he was 18. 

During the pandemic, I opened my mind and deconstructed my prejudices about owning faggots. He convinced me to give it a try but I was still reluctant. So I told him that I would do it but I wanted the fag to think that it was him. We blindfolded one of the 3 faggots and he sucked my cock thinking that I was my brother. Our cocks are big and thick but the faggot noticed something was different and said that his Master’s cock was tasting different. I didn’t say anything, just held his head and fucked his throat. It was mind-blowing. No need to say that it was much better than anything that my wife had done in 11 years. I had a better orgasm in one night with that blindfolded faggot than in 11 years with her.

When I got out from his bedroom, my brother asked if I liked it. And he could see in my smile that I had loved it. Then he said “get ready, this one is the worst cocksucker among them”. In 2022, one of our boys needed to move for school and we allowed him to go. We have 2 live-in faggots now and we both use them. We haven’t did it together, though. It’s still too much of a taboo for us. What matters is that now I understand what is to have the life of a King. It took me years and years to have it, while my brother has already a 20 years history of owning faggots. But that’s okay, I don’t mind. I’m still 40, I’m in shape, I can fuck them for more 20 or 25 years if I keep healthy.

I’m still straight and I still fuck a lot of women but now that I’m getting older it is harder to find random sexy girls. So I now have to girls in her 30s who I fuck regularly but it’s even unfair to compare their blowjobs and pussy with our boys’ service. I don’t intend to get married again but I’m still the greatest dad to my kid. He’s almost a teenager now and I love him more than everything on Earth. I really hope he’s gonna be a big strong Alpha like dad and uncle but if he’s a faggot I’ll support and love him anyway.

I apologize for such a long letter but, as a faggot, you must just read it and obey me. The reason why I’m sharing my story with you is because I want your readers to know that hierarchy is indeed truth. I don’t want to repeat that straight men can use faggots, because I know you’ve said that a hundred times. Most importantly, I want to tell your young readers that WE ONLY LIVE ONCE. We must study, work hard, focus on our goals, but it’s a violence against ourselves to get stuck on an unhappy marriage just because society thinks it’s right. I want to say that I love my gay brother, he’s a wonderful Man and a God Alpha. We’re both Latino brown Men and we are proud of it too. My ex-wife will never read this letter but I will tell her “fuck you” anyway and fuck all the Trump supporters that are out there hating gay people, black people and Latino people.

I’m a fucking King from Latin America, my brother is gay and there’s nothing they can do to hold us back.

Thank you Sam for such an important website, I can only imagine how many Men like me have embraced their Alphahood because of your work. I don’t know if you serve older Alpha like me but I would love to say thank you with a thick load down your throat one day. Now that I’m 40, I’ll have to fuck and cunt as many fag holes I can fuck to keep up with my brother’s impressive count.

We’re both VERY proud of you, faggot Sam.

Regards,
Apex Alpha J.A.

If you still don’t think Hierarchy is a real concept that governs all of our lives and can provide deep fulfillment when applied, please re-read the above testimonial. Master J.A. DEFINES its truth!

So many straight Alphas surrender their power and glory to the machinations of a society that wants to mute them. The truly powerful Men among us endanger the artificial societal constructions created by weak beta males seeking power that does not belong to them.

A beta male cannot tell an Alpha how he should live or by what standards he should live. Nature gives Alphas that right at birth. They owe nothing to anyone except the universe that blessed them.

I’ll never understand why any Alpha would voluntarily choose the cage instead of ruling the world. EVER.

But Master J.A.’s example is more than simply an advocacy of Alpha purpose. It’s also a revelation on Alpha sexuality. Alpha sexuality is not defined by who they fuck. Master J.A. could fuck 1,000 faggots and still be straight. That’s because he gets off on the POWER that fucking and breeding his faggots gives him.

Again, why would a straight Apex Alpha settle for a wife when he can live like a literal King, served by a court of faggots and fuck any female he chooses? WHY?

This was finally the lesson Master J.A. learned from his younger Apex Alpha brother.

Now they can finally rule the world together, side by side, brothers of blood as well as purpose.

I thank Master J.A. endlessly for his astounding life story! In the echelon of Hierarchical testimony found on this site, this stands apart!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Not everything I discuss with Alphas and faggots behind the scenes makes it onto the public blog. My various information channels are constantly stuffed with questions, random stories, and comments of hate and praise. Some of it isn’t appropriate to share, and some of it isn’t substantial enough to use in a teaching manner. It’s all a series of editorial decisions made on the fly, and it’s not always a clean process.

Master Aaron is one of my favorite Alphas featured here in recent months. I don’t hear from him regularly, but when I do, it’s usually something astounding that scrambles my little faggot brain. And so it is again with today’s update.

It involves a former faggot owned by Master Aaron named Dominic. I haven’t mentioned Dominic here on the front of the blog because Master Aaron told me about the faggot briefly during background conversations, and it didn’t seem like that thread was going anywhere.

But life often surprises us, doesn’t it? Well, it surprised Master Aaron, too.

I wanted to give you an update on Dominic, the faggot I owned who got back in touch years after I had owned him – I’m not sure if you remember the details, but I sent you pics of him. He had moved to California and had been trying to live a straight life, after almost being outed by someone.

Quite a lot has happened in a relatively short amount of time. He met with an Alpha in Long Beach – a guy called Juan, who commented on your post about the fag. They met a couple of times, but didn’t really click. After their first meeting the faggot was invited to attend a party and was used by the Alpha’s friends, but had almost no contact with the Alpha himself. I guess Juan just wants a boy to use as a party favor – which I’m sure would be perfect for some fags, but it isn’t the sort of situation that is right for Dominic.

We had a long call about it, and I advised him to look for something that has more depth and permanence to it. I also told him to stop prostituting himself, which is a pattern he keeps falling into. If an Alpha wants to whore him, that’s one thing, but a faggot whoring itself is a dangerous and self-destructive path. I got him to see that he keeps doing it because he’s trying to resist fully embracing his nature and is trying to use it as a quick fix to satisfy his impulse to serve. But the anonymous, impersonal nature of it will never really satisfy him and will just make him hate himself.

Well, the faggot got proactive about finding someone to serve. He joined fetlife, among other things, and put up some posts on personal ad sites. After a couple of meetings with potential Alphas, he has found a great role, and is now moving to San Raphael to be a live-in house boy for an Alpha. This Alpha is CEO of a software company, so the faggot is leaving his current job, which is also a software coding position, and will be working at his Alpha’s company. It’s a huge step and a bold change for the fag, and I’m very proud of him.

I spoke to his new Alpha at length, as he had many questions about the faggot’s history and experience, and I’m confident that the faggot is going to be put to good use, and has found a role where he will shine! A couple of days ago I participated in a scenario I’ve never experienced before – a sort of a virtual passing on of the faggot. The faggot and his new Alpha were together. I was on Facetime with them. I initially gave instructions to the fag to show his Alpha what he can do, and then eventually as things progressed and the faggot was cunted, and entered that state where the fag is essentially mindless, ownership was passed from me (as his last true Master) to his new Master. I’ve done it before with faggots, but doing it virtually was a new one for me.

Although I wasn’t there in person, it was a satisfying experience, and one that I think the faggot truly needed.

I was flabbergasted by this story. First of all, as a faggot, it touches me deeply to hear of such loving care by an Alpha for a former faggot. The concern here is so deep and so thoughtful that I could cry if I considered it too deeply. When you think about all of the stupid “Alphas” out there tossing faggots aside after using them, to find an Alpha who mentors his former faggot to find its next assignment like a job coach is truly astounding. I’ve served incredible Alphas in my life, and none of them ever did anything like that for me! Dominic should be so very grateful for this level of attention!

But I was also fascinated by this virtual, on-camera cunting overseen by Master Aaron. I had to ask for more information from him, and he patiently obliged.

Yes, I watched Dominic get cunted on Facetime! I think it was Zoom actually, but that’s beside the point.

It was his new Alpha’s idea, though it grew out of the conversation we were having. We had talked about the faggot’s history, and he mentioned that I was, in fact, the only true Master the faggot has had. And I mentioned that it’s sometimes good to pass a faggot on in a shared cunting. We sort of left it there. But then he came back later with this idea to do it on cam. It was an interesting experience for me. It wasn’t particularly sexual, tho it was hot giving the fag instructions, and seeing him get used – but it was satisfying to see him enter the zone, and to pass him on. He was cunted. For one section he was tied and was being fucked. The camera was in his face. I saw his expression, the look in his eyes. He kept thanking me, over and over, which was extremely gratifying. And I got to tell him that he has a new Master. I saw the transfer take place, which was satisfying.

I don’t know if it gets any more beautiful or touching than that, folks. What faggot wouldn’t want to be owned by either of these powerful, insightful Alphas?

I thank Master Aaron for sharing this deeply personal story of carefully transferring ownership of his former faggot to a new owner, and for this new Master for claiming Dominic as part of his own Kingdom!

HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

One of my favorite aspects of running this site is my opportunity to converse with some of the most experienced and powerful Alphas on the planet, Men of overwhelming insight and depth. Sometimes I’m left speechless and shaking from conversations with them.

Master Aaron is definitely one of those Alphas. He’s a mature Master of faggots with a decisive confidence that gives him the upper hand in every encounter. But, inside the walls of his impenetrable fortress, lies the heart of a truly good Man who cherishes his faggots and seeks positive development and reinforcement in them. It touches me.

Master Aaron received a surprise the other day. An former faggot of his reached out and made contact again!

One of my previous faggots just got back in touch with me. He served me from when he was 19 to about 22. He was a wonderful faggot. Easy to be with, utterly submissive, would do anything to please, had endless energy and a seemingly insatiable appetite for cock. I remember on his 20th birthday, I arranged a gang fuck for him in a club that has since closed. He had cum leaking out of him, down his legs and into his converse trainers. They stank of cum after that, and I would make him wear them everywhere.

Something happened that was never fully clear to me at the time, some family friend discovered what he was up to, and either wanted to use him, or did use him, or threatened to out him. The faggot was distraught about it, whatever it was, and wanted to take a break. He ultimately decided to embrace straight life, and a couple of years later moved to California to work for some tech company. It was a real shame. I knew it wasn’t a path that would make him happy, but I had already let him go, so it wasn’t my place to comment.

You can hear the pride in Master Aaron’s “voice” while describing the faggot, can’t you? This I can say for sure: there is nothing in the world that recharges the power of a Man more than a skilled and obedient faggot! This is especially true when the Man is the Owner and trainer of the faggot!

But then again, how sad is it that this incredible faggot retreated from the safety of a god like Master Aaron and into a sham life as a straight male? It’s heartbreaking to me! If there is any one thing I really want to prevent with this website, it’s faggots living fake heterosexual lives due to shame and fear.

Which then made Master Aaron’s next statement hurt even more:

Well, it seems he reads your site. He saw the posts about myself, Master Michael and the faggot Shane, and decided to get back in touch. He is currently living that difficult double life – living straight, but serving as faggot in clubs and with groups. He doesn’t currently have an Alpha. But if you know anyone over in San Francisco who wants to use him, I can put them in touch. I can share pictures of him (pg only – and they are NOT to be made public). It’s what he needs.

Master Aaron sent me a number of pics of the faggot, and it is indeed a little cutie! It’s not locked or anything, but it has gained some experience dressing as a female (probably passable given what I’ve seen). So this might be an opportunity for a California-based Alpha to sample some of Master Aaron’s finest vintage faggot service!

That’s what the greatest Alphas do – they till the earth and plant seeds to grow into blessings for other Men. They create life from lifelessness, bounty out of dearth.

And as for my dear Master Aaron, his cup runs over with Godhood.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When I posted the recent article about Master Aaron’s plan to break his faggot Shawn’s resistance to submit, I pulled back on my commentary. I’ve received so much hate for my stance on rough use/rape of faggots over the last year that I hesitated to say what I really thought – that Master Aaron needed to forcefully take Shawn. I didn’t want to hear catcalls about being a fag rape advocate.

But fortunately a faggot named Brandt provided a perfect example of what I was thinking.

I can relate to what you think Shawn is going through. I was in a long relationship that did not have a clear Alpha or Faggot. The reasons it fell apart were many but afterwards I had time to think. I knew I was a faggot but I wasn’t quite ready to embrace being a Faggot.

I started getting close to a man I respected a great deal. After a while, he told me he was an Alpha and he thought I would make a good Faggot for him. How he described the training he would give me was like what I had always dreamed of. Cocksucking, proper bottom etiquette, obedience, total acceptance of him as my Alpha and myself as his sub Faggot, etc. I agreed, and the training was incredible. I exceeded his expectations, but privately I was looking at it more as fun and games. I had a hard time accepting that I really was all these “unmanly” things he was training me to be.

I started feeling like I couldn’t be a man and a Faggot, and I started to rebel, talk back, and fight. Finally he had had enough, and called me into the bedroom and told me to take off my clothes. He said he was giving me one last chance to show him I was serious about serving him, or he was going to cut me loose.

He told me to get on the bed, then he overpowered me and raped me. Held me down and pounded my throat and my ass, over and over. When he was done I was covered in sweat and his cum, and he said, “Faggot, you want more?” Without a second thought I said, “Yes.” He said, “Good. No more questions about who the Alpha is and who the Faggot is, got it? Now get over here and suck my cock.”

Eight years later I’m still his Faggot, and more of a faggot than ever. I realized how comfortable I was with everything I did for him, and I was still a man no matter what. I was man enough to serve my Alpha and make him very happy, and I was very happy doing it, and that’s what was important. I didn’t have to answer to anyone else’s definition of a man. I am finally my authentic self.

Maybe just be honest with Shawn and tell him your thoughts as you wrote them here. I’d guess you have a pretty good idea of what’s going on in his head. Let him know you want to make sure being your Faggot is what he truly wants, that you don’t want to invest so much in him if he thinks it’s all a game.

He sounds like a good Faggot, he just needs to give himself permission to be one.

This is perfect advice. The example Brandt uses from his own life is proof that faggots need to be shaped by rough, aggressive use and training. This is especially vital when a faggot is fighting the training it receives.

Sometimes a faggot needs to be slapped awake and to attention. It’s shocking that even some military Alphas don’t recognize that basic truth.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In the last update from Master Aaron, his faggot Shawn had been broken significantly with a series of assaults to its facade of hetero-normitivity. It was a rather brutal update (I encourage you to read it for yourself), but it really shows how deeply Masters Aaron and Michael thinks about faggot training.

And it appears their work is paying off.

I don’t think faggots need to put their nature on display for everyone, I think it can hold a faggot back if they compartmentalise too much, and have a very clean division between regular life and fag life. Blurring the lines a little can be incredibly powerful. Shawn does seem to be coming along at internalizing his faghood. There’s still resistance, but I’m confident it will break. He was born to be on his knees.

Speaking of which, his cocksucking is vastly improved. His hunger for cock was always there, but his technique and his range of skills is growing. Most importantly, though, he is deepthroating cock in a way that he couldn’t just a few weeks ago. And he’s eager to show me any advances that he makes.

I suggested that he invite his father to his college show. I got the clear sense that he’s worried he’s going to get outed, but he’s agreed to invite him, so we’ll see how that goes.

Those are all great things to hear!

However, it was that last line that made me curious. Master Aaron insisting that the faggot’s father show up for a gathering with his Masters seems ripe for confrontation and revelation. Would Shawn do it?

Of course!

Faggot’s father accepted the invitation to come to London to see the college show – but only after he was told there’d be a hotel room for him that he didn’t have to pay for. He’s a piece of shit lol. I’ve booked a room in the hotel where Master Michael and I first cunted the fag. It’s not until the end of March, so we have time to work out exactly how we want that to go.

Had a low key bondage session with the faggot last night. Invited a couple of other Alphas to come and use him too. Just ball gag, a couple of types of wrist restraint, a spreader bar, and finally a sling. No torture, or wax, or pegs or anything like that. Didn’t want to freak him out. He handled it well. 

Slowly but surely Masters Aaron and Michael are turning the screws on Shawn. There’s really no escape for the faggot at this point, only to rely on its Masters for support and guidance. They definitely know what they’re doing.

But notice Master Aaron’s comment about Shawn’s father: “He’s a piece of shit.” It sounds like there are two Alphas planning to train the father in a few months rather than his faggot son!

Should be interesting!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

So once Masters Aaron and Michael determined that their faggot Shawn was indeed a faggot, it was time to begin breaking Shawn’s deep-seated denial of his true faghood. There are a variety of different ways this can be accomplished, of course, but I was particularly interested in how Master Aaron might approach it (I have yet to speak with Master Michael). Master Aaron is very articulate and crafty, and he seems to be able to anticipate the specific needs of his faggots.

But what transpired blew me away. In fact, this is such an overwhelming use of Alpha power over a faggot’s body and mind that I felt like I was having a panic attack just reading it. Listen to Master Aaron:

Fun experience with the faggot yesterday.

His other Master is out of town again, so I took the fag to a fetish store in Soho at lunchtime. It was partly to get a ball gag and a collar for him, but there was also some training and humiliation to be involved. I was also going to make him buy them himself, and make some kind of reference to the cashier that they were going to be used on him because he’s a faggot. I think a faggot using that word about themselves to a stranger has quite a profound effect. Also being in that part of London during the day I figured would be a little exposing for him, so I had him dress a little provocatively.

We got into the store and I could tell he was nervous, which was delicious. I showed him a bunch of toys and explained, so that others could hear, how I could use them on him and what they would do. We looked at some porn (who actually buys magazines?) and I got him to say which positions and scenarios really appealed to him, and which he’d done. Then he went very quiet, and I realized that he was suddenly trying hard not to be seen (even though we were wearing masks). I glanced around and saw this older, feminine guy in the store. Turned out it was someone the faggot does work for. I think you know that the faggot gets paid to use his twitter and IG for product placements and to promote clothing brands. There’s a sporty London fashion label that he’s worn, and the guy in the store runs their promotions and marketing. The faggot was mortified about being seen, and about his worlds colliding like this. I could sense his panic. And the best thing to do with panic is to face it and push through. So I said that he should introduce me to the guy.

He was stunned but, obedient faggot that he is, he just resigned himself to it and nodded. I put my hand on his back a guided him over. Shane said hello. It took a second for the guy to recognise him, and then he just exploded with Oh my God, SHANE! Oh my God, I had no idea.’ Shane introduced me as Aaron, and for a second I thought he was going to bail on saying more. But then he added, ‘he’s my… he’s my Master.’ I was so proud of him for doing that. I could see the guy (Gideon) do the mental contortions to rethink what he thought he knew about Shane – that this straight, vain, gym-rat, alpha wannabe is actually a cock-worshipping faggot. Then he made this whole song and dance about how he’d never guessed that Shane was a slave (his word), but that now he knew it suddenly seemed very obvious.

Gideon then did a very interesting thing. He stopped addressing the faggot, and directed his conversation only to me. He’s not a fag himself – though he is quite feminine – but he understood the dynamic. But he suddenly treated the fag like it wasn’t even there. I was impressed. He asked how long I’d owned the slave – I corrected him to use the term fag – and whether he was experienced or if I was breaking him in. We discussed what the faggot had done so far, and it turned out that Gideon’s husband is an Alpha, and uses fags (though Gideon himself is not a fag), and he said that his husband would be thrilled to hear that Shawn was a faggot, as he’d seen pictures of him and had said that he wanted to use him.

So I said, call him, let’s make it happen. So we did. The faggot paid for the stuff. Then we went and got a coffee while Gideon made his call. And then we headed to their place to meet his husband who was leaving work early.

In my estimation, his husband (whose name I forget) isn’t actually an Alpha at all. He’s a top, certainly, and physically quite impressive, and boasts a decent 8 inches. He’s a good guy, and I’m sure he thinks he’s Alpha, but he’s doesn’t have the attitude and doesn’t take control. But we were there, and I said he could use my faggot, so that’s what he did. I had to take charge a little to get things started, but the faggot performed perfectly. He stripped, spread himself and displayed himself to the husband, got down to kiss and lick his feet. Then used his fag mouth on the guy’s cock, and then finally the guy took control and fucked and bred him. The fag struggled a bit with the thickness of the cock. He’s been stretching himself with dilators, but this guy was thicker than anything he’s had before. I wonder actually, if that’s why the guy uses fags, because his husband Gideon can’t take it? But Shawn made it through. I kept eye contact with him most of the time the husband was in him, assured him he could handle it, and reminded him that this is what he’s for.  He could barely speak, but he managed a few ‘yes, sir’s’. Then when the husband was done, I took over. I fucked that cum further inside, and showed the husband how to really use a fag. I told him to bring Gideon back into the room to watch, so he could see the faggot getting bred, and so that Shawn would know that at least one person from his previous life had seen him being used. I made the faggot beg for my seed, and made him tell his audience what he is.

When we were done, we got a cab back to my place. I asked the faggot how it felt about what had happened. He said he’d felt a bit overwhelmed at the start, but that he had controlled his panic at seeing someone he knew, and that he was glad it had happened. He said that he would do anything for me, and that he’s lucky I’m his Master. I got him to talk through everything that had happened to him as a faggot that day, from getting dressed, to going to the store, to getting bred. (I noticed the cab driver turn his radio down a little bit to listen). And then I told him to suck my cock. So, in the back of the cab, he degraded himself on my cock. We got to my place and the cab driver waited until we were finished (London cabbies are good like that). I told the faggot to pay, and to tell the driver that he’s faggot (because I’d never got to get him to say it to the cashier in the store).

When he did, the driver just replied ‘I know you are, mate’.

That was a fun day.

We’re still considering the best way to address the faggot’s deeper psychological issues. But we have an idea. He’s been doing a graphics and design course at Central Stain Martins, and they have a public showcase of their work coming up, and I have half a mind to get him to invite his father. It might be a way for him to get some validation so he can start to let go of that need. And it could also be a way to see the guy first hand to get a sense of the man who shaped the faggot.

My first reply to Master Aaron was simply “MY. GOD.”

First of all, the planned part of the breaking process started by Master Aaron worked beautifully. But then it miraculously cascaded into an unexpected sequence of events that further degraded Shawn into a deeply submissive state. And, as any true Apex Alpha Master would do, Master Aaron used the impromptu events to his advantage.

Shawn really behaved beautifully under such pressure, I must admit. I’m pretty proud of my brother. It’s never easy being trained (or retrained) by a Master, and especially under the gun like this, but Shawn did well.

But I found this update interesting as well for what it reveals about the change in Master Aaron’s perspective and point-of-view. Notice that he rarely refers to Shawn by name in this update – he refers to him as “the faggot” mostly. Also, Master Aaron used the pronoun “it” quite frequently here for the first time in our conversations.

It really goes to show that an Alpha training his faggot changes both the faggot AND the Master in subtle and lasting ways!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The ongoing training of Shawn, the faggot owned by Masters Aaron and Michael, has recently taken a sudden right-turn. I’m just going to let Master Aaron explain it first:

I’m having an interesting experience with the faggot Shawn. I’ve come across this issue with faggots before, but it’s interesting how deep it seems to go with him, and I thought you might want to hear about it. And I’d be interested to hear your thoughts. 

On the surface, everything seems to be going well with him. He’s doing his chores, and is carrying out the training regime. The fag’s cunt is nicely dilated. Still feels great, but he’s basically always ready to take cock. Master Michael and I have turned up at his flat unannounced to use him, and he was more than ready to comply.

His oral skills are getting a little better. His technique is much improved but he’s got a long way to go deal with his gag reflex. I want him to be able to throat properly before I start showing him off and sharing him properly. But he’s been shared with a couple of friends, and performed well. And he’s coped well with challenges and humiliations that have been thrown his way by Master Michael and myself.

But there is an issue. 

My issue with him is a psychological one. I’ve known from the start that there was something a little off with him. His reframing of a consensual event as a rape was a red flag to me. But it’s bothered me more how quickly he has embraced things. He seems, in some way, too eager, too willing to please. Especially for someone who so recently was living as straight. 

Master Michael and I have put him through some stuff. Grindr days, public toilets, some introductory bondage. And he’s met it all willingly. Which sounds like it should be something to celebrate. But in my experience, a single cunting does not a life-long faggot make. The lack of any kind of resistance implies there is something else going on.

So, we got a friend of Master Michael’s, David, to spend time with the faggot. As far as Shawn knew, this was arranged to give him some training in cleaning and douching from another fag (David isn’t actually a faggot, but that’s another story). But the real purpose was to get Shawn to drop his guard in the hope he might say things that he wouldn’t say to his Masters, and David is very good at talking to people, and very good at reading people.

And without realizing it Shawn revealed rather a lot.

Without getting into the full conversation, when asked about his role as a faggot, Shawn kept using phrases like ‘I can take anything’ and ‘I’ll do whatever’. He mentioned ‘zoning out’ when he’s being used, and described a couple of his humiliations as ‘challenges’.

There were other things that David noticed, and many things that Shawn said. But a clear picture has emerged of what’s going on with the faggot. He’s got himself into a headspace where he has dissociated. He has separated himself from his role as a faggot, almost as if he sees being a faggot as a part he is playing, in order to protect some other part of himself that is more masculine and ‘not a faggot’.
He sees his faggotry as not really his true, core self. Not who he really is. 

And worse, I think, he sees it as a challenge. He has, paradoxically, come to see it as proof of his masculinity. It seems that he is telling himself that a ‘real man’ can take all this and not be changed by it. That if he can be trained and used and degraded and not be affected by it, and still hold on to this other view of himself, then that is some sort of proof or validation of his masculinity. That fundamentally, though he playing out the role of being a faggot, he is in fact not a faggot at all.

I can’t imagine the cognitive dissonance that must be causing for him.

But this is a problem for me and Master Michael. Because he could suck every cock in every toilet in Soho, and swallow all the cum in London, and he could be rutted from now until next Christmas – but if he doesn’t see himself as a faggot, then he doesn’t see me as his Master.

And that’s not good enough for me.

My challenge, and my gift to the faggot, is to find a way to make him embrace what he is.
So I did a little probing of my own. We took Shawn out to dinner on a ‘night off’, and got him to open up a little about his past.

I’m no therapist, but I do know that a male’s sense of his self and his masculinity almost always comes from his relationship with his father. And Shawn’s is such cliche, it’s almost ridiculous. Shawn has a working class background. Small town. Not much money. His parent’s weren’t married, and his father was barely around when he was growing up. He was a ‘manly’ man, a professional football (soccer!) player for a while. But he was also, at times, a plumber, a factory worker and laborer. He’s a drinker, possibly an alcoholic. Usually in debt. And he is, and so it seems always has been, very dismissive of Shawn. When Shawn developed an interest in filmmaking and graphic design at a young age, his father asked him if he was gay. And he made it clear that he didn’t see it as real work. When Shawn first started dating girls, his father would ask what they saw in him, and if they couldn’t do any better. When he learned about Shawn’s instagram work, he was confused by it and said it was the kind of thing a faggot would do. But Shawn is desperate for his approval. Shawn wants to be seen by his father as a ‘man’. That is at the root, I think, of Shawn’s resistance to being a faggot. His father, who he craves validation from, defines Shawn as not being masculine. Shawn has a deep need to get his father to see him as a man. Which is why, I think, his instagram persona became so apparently alpha.

Shawn’s problem is that he is, in actual fact, a faggot. Someone his father would never validate. And that’s at the root of his dissociation.

As I said, I’ve come across faggots with similar issues before. But it seems to run very deep with Shawn. There’s possibly more to it. Time will tell.

My goal is to get the faggot to fully embrace his true self and to let go of this idea of who he thinks he wants to be. How that will be achieved isn’t clear yet, but I have some ideas. It’s partly an ego thing for me. I want to own him, body and mind. His body alone, though it is close to perfection, is not enough.

I’d love to hear your thoughts.

After reading this, I couldn’t help but think of myself in Shawn’s situation. I had a Dad who thought my creative endeavors were stupid and unmanly, and he largely ignored me during my formative years. However, unlike Shawn, I want nothing to do with my Dad and I don’t want his approval. And, unlike Shawn, I’ve never had any doubts about my faghood from the get-go.

I was concerned while reading Master Aaron’s account of Shawn’s identity struggle. I also knew the coming storm of conditioning and training being formulated in the minds of the two Masters that would break Shawn and force him to accept faghood.

Here’s why I was concerned: I have a fair amount of experience in Alpha latency. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anybody documenting it before I started identifying the issue. But Alpha latency involves deep psychological conditioning in which a natural-born Alpha is molded into serving as a faggot (for any number of reasons) and lives miserably as a faggot because it runs counter to what he truly is – an Alpha. The dissonance created by that identity struggle is real and can be quite intense.

I was worried that Shawn might be a latent Alpha. I didn’t want the Masters to proceed with breaking Shawn down until they could ascertain whether Shawn was really a faggot.

They agreed to try my little test. Here’s what happened:

He’s definitely a faggot.

We arranged to have another fag over for Shawn to use this evening. He said he was excited about it. Initially he seemed to be into the whole thing, but it gradually became apparent that it just wasn’t doing that much for him, and only really came alive again when he was presenting himself to us as a fag.

Afterward he apologised and asked if he’s let us down. I reassured him that no, I’m just trying to assess the full scope of his nature.

I know it’s just one encounter, but I’ve seen all I need to see. He’s a fag, his place is on his knees, and he knows it. I just want him to own it.

Boy, that made me feel better! Masters Aaron and Michael are Apex and truly powerful, and I didn’t want them tearing down parts of Shawn that were intrinsic to his nature. But now that their test has revealed that Shawn is a faggot living inside a phony Alpha veneer, that veneer can be broken and pulled apart through training and discipline.

I’m so glad there are careful, meticulous, and thoughtful Apex Alpha Masters like them out there helping faggots become the truest versions of themselves!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of bisexual Apex Alpha Master Aaron, co-owner (with straight Master Michael) of a beautiful faggot named Shawn. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In my last post regarding the training of Shawn the faggot, I introduced you to one of the two Apex Alphas who own him. In it, Master Aaron proved himself to be a brilliant bi-sexual god who succinctly laid down the law with me and my communications with his faggot.

But I was so intrigued that I began to ask him for more information about himself. I’m so glad I did! One thing I’ve come to understand about Alphas in general is their affability and willingness to discuss aspects of their power. They want to share the truths they’ve learned during their reign, passing them to younger Alphas while perfecting them on their faggots.

So Master Aaron graciously told me about his use of faggots and how he ended up in a partnership (of sorts) with Master Michael.

I’m not sure what you want to know about myself and Master Michael. But we first met at a fuck party about 15 years ago. We ended up destroying a faggot together in a bedroom in a session that continued after many of the other guests had left. We were very much on the same wavelength and kept swapping out and passing the fag back and forth, edging for hours. When we eventually finished we didn’t plan to keep in touch, but some days later the fag got in contact with us through the party organiser, begging to be used again. In the second session it became obvious that we pushed each other further and built on each other’s ideas about what to do with the faggot. We decided it would be fun to do it again, and we’ve been using faggots together pretty much ever since.

I first came to understand the use of faggots when I was 15. There was a very particular, and I think unusual, combination of personalities among the boys at my school that allowed for a degree of experimentation between us. It was perhaps as a result of me being among them. I was, I suppose, the popular boy. Liked by teachers, popular with classmates. I was good at sports (was captain of the school football team – soccer, as you would call it – and ran cross-country for the school), I was smart, a good student. To an extent I was the class clown, when I wanted to be, but was never too disruptive. I was a charmer. And I was aware that there were girls – and boys – who wanted to be around me. I was also sexually adventurous, and a little ambiguous. I was influenced by punks, and New Romantics, so I would dress flamboyantly at times, and wore make up sometimes in a slightly confrontational way. I was comfortable in my skin, and didn’t feel that I needed to explain myself to anyone. I was rebellious, but not too rebellious. And I talked fairly openly about sex, and sexual matters. I had no embarrassment, for example, talking about how often I wanked at the weekend, or about having found some of my dad’s porn magazines in the garden shed.

Part of the result of this was, I think, that many of the other boys felt a little emboldened to experiment. Many of my male friends experimented with each other. Far more than one would usually expect. But perhaps I’m wrong about that. I was also physically more of a presence than the other boys. I was the tallest, and in the changing rooms it was obvious that I was very well endowed. I hit puberty first (something I hid for a while, by never getting fully naked in the changing rooms until I noticed other boys catching up). I had girlfriends before other boys in my friend group did.

Lots happened with other boys. Jerking off together behind the caretaker’s shed at school was fairly common when we went for ‘a smoke’ during breaks. I also had friends back to my house, and we played computer games in my bedroom. I’d talk openly about my ‘wank sock’ which was under my bed, and I used to wipe up cum after I’d jerked off. Several of my friends used the same sock in my bedroom after we’d cum together. And a few of my friends gave me head, usually while others were in the room watching. It was a charged time. Hormones were going crazy.

But my first real faggot was a friend called Nick. I was always vaguely aware that there was something different about him, and that we shared some understanding that most of the other boys didn’t understand. While they were playing, and experimenting, and were well on their way to a hetero-normative future, we seemed to recognise that there was something more serious and more lasting about what we were doing. Nick was a bad boy, often in trouble at school, more rebellious than me (he had an older brother who was very conservative), and in any other context I would have assumed he was straight.

But Nick was the first person to swallow my cum, and he was the first person I fucked. We had fallen into a pattern of going to my house during lunch breaks – I lived very close to school. We’d play computer games, copy each other’s homework if we needed to, smoke, and almost invariably we would jerk off together. More than once he had sucked my cock. I had decided that I was going to ask Nick if he wanted to be fucked, but to my surprise, he brought it up before I did. The first time was fairly uneventful. We fumbled around, I entered him, he found it difficult but wanted to carry on. I think he had tried to prepare himself, but I’m not sure. I fucked him, came in him. It felt good. It felt great. There was no talk of him fucking me. We both knew that wasn’t in the cards.

We did it a couple more times over the next week or so. Each time, so far as I recall, nothing was said while we fucked, and he was on his front on my bed, and I was on top of him. But the third or fourth time we fucked, we started on the floor, again with him lying on his front. But I pulled him up to be on his hands and knees. At first we fucked in silence, but then he just said that it felt so good. And I decided to voice something that I had been thinking. I said ‘you know what you are?’ he said ‘what?’ And I told him he was my wank sock. We both knew what that meant. He was just a way for me to mop up cum. A shudder went through him and he let out a simple ‘oh’. Almost a whimper. I kept fucking him. And then he said in a small voice that he liked me cumming in him. Everything changed in that small exchange. I wasn’t just fucking him. I owned him. We both knew it. I was, in some way, in full control. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He gasped. I pounded into him in a way I hadn’t before. I asked if he liked the feeling of my cock in him and he said yes. I pushed his face down into the carpet and fucked him like that. I got a bit rough. He said he wanted to stop. I didn’t. I kept fucking until I came.

Then I pulled out and stood up. He looked at me. He was on the verge of tears. I said that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? He nodded. We kept meeting up, and each time I used him. I was gradually getting rougher and more dominant with him. At school we still acted like friends, though we both started to joke in front of other people that he was my sock. Nobody quite knew how to take it, or if we were being serious. I think, actually, that Nick had feelings for me and saw it as a relationship and on some level wanted people to know about it. But feelings are confusing when you’re that age, so it’s hard to say.

While all that was going on, there was another boy who wasn’t part of my main friend group who often tried to find ways to talk to me. His name was Lincoln. He hadn’t been part of the jerk off sessions, and had never been to my house, but he had asked a couple of times if it was true that I had fooled around with certain people. Our friend group overlapped, and I guess people talk. I had never fully admitted anything to him, but I never denied it either. One evening I was walking home – I had a paper round, delivering evening newspapers for pocket money – and Lincoln appeared, riding his bike. I’m not sure if he had been looking for me specifically, but thinking back, he probably was. He asked if it was true about what me and Nick did. I said it depended what he thought we did. We ended up cutting across a junior school playground to get home (this was the 80s, and schools weren’t the fortresses they are now). We went into the bike shed and ended up jerking each other off. I said he should come to my house next time I was there with Nick, and he said okay.

I hadn’t told Nick, and he was nervous about doing anything with Lincoln there. But I talked him into it, and so I fucked Nick while Lincoln watched. Lincoln didn’t speak, I think he was shocked. It was, I imagine, quite a brutal sight. I invited Lincoln to fuck Nick, too, but he didn’t want to do anything with either of us, which pissed me off a little, and pissed Nick off a lot. I think Nick felt used, and a bit exposed. And was worried that Lincoln was going to tell everyone what he’d seen. But then a couple of weeks later, Lincoln asked to come again to ‘do stuff’. This time I felt it was better if Nick wasn’t there. And this time, when we got to my bedroom Lincoln asked me to do to him what I did to Nick. He was very eager, and stripped in front of me. He submitted himself to me completely. He was masculine, a very boyish boy, but suddenly in front of me he was this faggot begging to be used. He got on his knees and said he wanted to suck me. There was a desperation in him that shocked me. I’m not sure what experience he had previously, but it seemed like he knew what he was doing. He got on his hands and knees and presented himself to me. When I fucked him he whimpered the whole time. And after I’d cum in him he jerked off in front of me. He made eye contact with me the whole time, and debased himself for me. I felt so powerful. He shuffled over to me on his knees so that he could have my cock in his mouth when he came. I pushed him off my cock and slapped him. He stared at me, shocked. Then moved back to carry on sucking. I wanted to laugh in his face and tell him how pathetic he was. He came, and then he left. He gathered up his stuff and got out of there as quickly as he could.

He avoided me at school for the remainder of the year, but I would often catch him watching me. It wasn’t until the last couple of weeks at school that I got him aside and told him we were going to go to the toilets and he was going to suck my cock. He didn’t try to resist. He just nodded and headed off to the toilets. He sucked me and swallowed me. I remember watching him, knowing that he would do anything I told him to do. I enjoyed what he was doing, but part of me pitied him. When he’d finished I told him to say thank you, and he did. He moved to kiss me and I pushed him away and held him against the wall. He was trembling. He fumbled at his jeans and I think he wanted to jerk off in front of me, but I shook my head. He stopped. With tears in his eyes he asked me not to tell anyone. That was the last time we actually spoke. Him asking me to not tell anyone that he’d just sucked my cock and swallowed my cum.

Interestingly, he’s now married with kids, and still lives in the same area, and has the same group of friends. I wonder if any of them have any experiences with him. I carried on with Nick until my parents decided to move to a different town when I was almost 17. We eventually lost touch. I moved to Spain for a few years, and then returned to the UK. Nick has struggled a bit, I think. He was single for a long time, and I know he often frequented gay clubs in the area. But he now has a younger wife, from overseas. My guess is, he is still a faggot, but still needs to project some kind of normalcy into the world.

Those two were my first experience using faggots. Nick was a faggot who knew that his place was to please me, and Lincoln was a faggot who need to debase himself and, on some level, I wanted to ruin him. I wanted to destroy him. I still do. Obviously over the years, things have deepened and developed, but that’s where it began for me, with those two.

What I find so remarkable about this account is how clearly you see Master Aaron’s gradual acceptance and rapid expansion of his power over the course of those two years in school. It’s amazing what a taste of real power does to natural-born Alphas!

From there, our conversation turned to owning and training faggots. Master Aaron mentioned some of his techniques:

Just to answer a couple of your questions quickly, when it comes to discipline, I have found that tying a faggot up and leaving them untouched is often the best form. Doing anything degrading or humiliating can often lead to more bad behaviors, as the faggot craves the extra attention that being disciplined brings. Like with a dog, when they’re crying the best thing to do is ignore them – and that way they learn that cry doesn’t get them attention. Fags misbehaving should be made to feel frozen out. Having said that, sometimes a faggot needs to be put in its place in a clear, abrupt, physical manner – but I have had to do that on very, very few occasions.

A trick I love for training fags is to video them, or make them video themselves, with strangers. Then I get them to show me the video, and talk it through, talk about what they did and how it felt. And they should sometimes be allowed to jerk off to images or video of themselves being used. I’ve never really been a fan of chastity, because I don’t like the way the devices look.

Shawn is still alive. He has been reprimanded, and I now have keys to his car and his flat, and I have taken away most of his clothes. He’s also now taking Prep, and I have him using anal dilators to start to stretch him out properly, and he has a training regimen for learning to throat. He served as a fag for a period before, as you know, but he either wasn’t trained well or didn’t really pay attention. He’s very eager, but his skills are lacking, and I want him to know what he’s doing before we start taking him to clubs. That’s a way off, though. He doesn’t know this yet, but he’s going to have a Grindr weekend, where he will take cock from literally anyone who wants to use him, while his Masters watch. That’s usually quite an experience for a faggot. Less emotionally affecting than a cunting, but they can be quite effective.

The video idea was something new. I know that Alphas will often force their faggots to watch themselves getting fucked in a mirror, but the video method provides an intriguing element of blackmail to the mindfucking mix.

I mentioned this to him, and he elaborated further:

You’re correct about the use of denial. It’s such simple psychology that I have trouble understanding why some Alphas don’t understand it. 

I have the faggot using a simple, medical dilation kit for now, so that he can do the early stages himself. They’re recommended by a friend of mine in the US who is a rectal surgeon. I’m familiar with the chopstick/rod technique, which is excellent for gradually widening the pussy, but it can be tricky to keep the rods bound together and it usually has to be done by someone else. Shawn will certainly be going through that process, though. I find buttplugs to be largely pointless for dilation. 

It’s an interesting question as to what the ideal pussy can take, and I wonder if faggots have a different preference than Alphas. Personally, I like a fag to still have some tightness in its cunt. I want to know that the faggot is feeling it when I fuck, and I want tightness around my cock. Fags with gaping holes are no fun to fuck. But I also want a fag to be able to take cock at a moment’s notice. There’s a sweet spot between too tight, and too wide. Master Michael and myself have the same taste in that regard.
Fag Shawn, at the moment, is too tight. But in a few weeks he’ll be just perfect. I also want him to work out a little less as he’s a little too muscular, and he really needs to improve his mouth techniques. I may just lock him in my basement with some dildos until he can hold one in his throat without gagging.
You’re entirely correct about the hint of blackmail in the video technique. I enjoy threats of exposure, and with video the threat is implied.

After this, Master Aaron asked me about disciplinary techniques my previous Masters used on me, and I mentioned being locked in a closet and forced to watch a Master fuck his girlfriend. That led Master Aaron to add more insight:

A faggot should absolutely be a service animal. But I must admit, I do sometimes enjoy a little resistance. Like seasoning in food, it can turn something good into something great – but too much can ruin everything.

I like that idea of locking a faggot in a closet and making them watch real sex. Master Michael has a similar story from years ago, of making a faggot (a roommate of his at the time) wait under his bed while he went out, picked up a girl and came home and fucked her. 

The fag has gone to be with his family in Wales for Christmas, but we made sure he was carrying loads in him when he left, and he has been instructed to video himself eating his own cum each day that he’s away. He’s already sent the first one, and I’m extremely pleased. I thought him being away from his new situation, he might start to try to revert back to his old alter-ego, but he seems to be embracing his new position in life.

I must tell you that speaking with Master Aaron over the last couple of weeks has been a true highlight of this year. His depth of knowledge, his undeniable power, and his flawless instincts have just left me in awe and gratitude!

There will be much more from his great King in the future, and I’m hoping to hear from Master Michael someday as well!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

This post is part of a thread following a young faggot named Shawn who lost a chance to serve an Alpha but has had experiences after reconnecting with him years later. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Faggots often have disturbing tendencies to be overly dramatic, tell half-truths, and downright lie. I honestly think it’s part of the fallen nature of the faggot, this need to be dramatic, tragic, and attention-grabbing.

It’s one of the great challenges of running a site like this. I’m always trying to distill the nuggets of truth buried in some of the hyperventilating stories faggots tell me.

I was told a powerful story the other day by a faggot named Shawn. It involved his missed opportunity with an Alpha named Nathan, and his subsequent taking by two Alphas named Aaron and Michael. In the original telling of the story by Shawn, Aaron and Michael were an Alpha couple who then proceeded to “rape” Shawn in a hotel room.

It was hot and thrilling like the best faggot stories often are. And, sadly, it turns out to be partially untrue.

You see, Master Aaron contacted me after I published the story, and he was quite perturbed by the tall tale Shawn told me. There were certain aspects that were correct, but other details were incorrect or missing altogether.

So Master Aaron demanded that I publish his correction memo on Shawn’s original tale:

I’m a little shocked that my delinquent faggot has been sharing his story with you, but i wanted to make a couple of things clear and I want you to make this clear on your site.

First, as he has explicitly stated himself, his first encounter with an alpha was consensual, and did NOT involve force. He has said himself since, several times, that he gave himself willingly. The Alpha involved is a friend of mine and he knew what he was doing, they both did. The fag may choose to frame it that way at times to add some psychological distance from what he agreed to do, and he may be titilated by the fantasy that force was involved, but he was not raped. And in our re-enactment, it was clear that he was a more than willing participant in this game that so many fags choose to play.

Secondly, and this is far less important, but I choose to clarify it – myself and Master Michael are not a couple. We use faggots together and we are very much of a mind when it come to what to do with them and how to use them. And the possibilities become much more interesting with the two of us. But Master Michael is straight, and married (and his wife is fully aware of his involvement in this lifestyle), and though I am broadly bisexual, I do not form romantic relationships with men.

Faggot Shawn has a lot to learn, and a long way to go. I appreciate your involvement in his evolution, and in his acceptance of his position in life, but I advise you to be more careful in what you post and to take the position that faggots often re-imagine or re-interpret events to fit a narrative they are still struggling with.

But yes, his cunting was a glory to behold, and his tears tasted like heaven. It’s nothing, though, compared to what we have in store for him.

You can just feel the power coursing through this well-written letter, can’t you? The focus, the careful and forceful way Master Aaron makes his points … it definitely got my attention!

And honestly, the situation is now even more intriguing to me than it was before.

Master Michael being straight and taking an interest in the development and ownership of faggots with Master Aaron is exciting because it is something of an unusual occurrence. It’s not unheard of, but the manner by which this training is happening is certainly unique.

I pressed Master Aaron for more details about them, but he said he was waiting for me to print the above semi-retraction. However, he did add this about our errant brother Shawn:

The faggot Shawn isn’t particularly complex. He still has some resistance to his nature, which is to be expected considering his history. He’s identified with an image of himself – an image that has provided income and self-worth – and he has lived as a straight man for quite some time. His acceptance of his true self won’t happen all at once. That’s not an uncommon thing. But by varying his experiences, pushing his boundaries when we feel it’s right, making him feel safe and secure when we feel he needs it, we’ll mold him into the perfect faggot. He wants to please, that’s without question. And physically he’s quite beautiful, so he will be fun to share and easy to whore, if we take him down that route. 

I thought this extra tidbit was significant because it points to what I believe drives many Alphas to take on projects like Shawn. Given that Shawn is beautiful and hiding behind a façade of hetero-normativity, Alphas enjoy the challenge of exposing the faggot hiding within and breaking it down. When successfully broken, such challenges are like trophy slaves decorating the walls of an Alpha’s life.

There is no doubt that Masters Aaron and Michael are more than up for the challenge! I’m looking forward to speaking further with these two powerful Alpha Masters! And hopefully Shawn is ready to start obeying them!

This post is part of a thread that follows a straight God Alpha named Dino who took ownership of a faithful faggot named Jamie that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Nobody alive understands Hierarchy as well or as deeply as Master Dino. He lived it in his life as a straight Alpha, so when it came time to claim his first faggot (now fagwife Jamie), he was already agreeable to the precepts of Hierarchy. And in the years since then, he has built a large, Hierarchically-governed compound in the mountains where he teaches Alphahood to Men like his Alpha sons Master Chad and Master Dean, and faghood to the harem of faggots living/working there.

It’s like Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory, except it has a river of cum instead of chocolate, and the everlasting gobstoppers are the raging Alpha cocks searching for holes. And overseeing and directing it all is God Dino.

I’m regularly surprised at how intimately-involved God Dino is in the training and care of everyone at this Hierarchical Mecca. He trains and encourages the Alphas just as he trains and comforts the faggots. In Hierarchical terms, God Dino is literally God.

The arrival of Master Cal, an obvious straight Apex Alpha damaged by a loveless wife, presented God Dino with a chance to refine his Alpha training program. We’ve covered much of it on this site, and many of you have remarked about the subtle details of what God Dino is teaching Master Cal.

But no training I’ve ever known matches what God Dino did with Master Cal. It’s called “The Blessing Ceremony,” and it’s designed to create maximum desire in both Alphas and faggots.

Here’s Master Cal’s description of it:

         This happened, I think, the second Sunday I was here. You know this Hierarchical stuff is almost a religion, especially here. Lol I thought this was a terrific answer to the question, Why are these fags SO loving and submissive to these particular Men? I see they are treated maybe a little better than your average fag but their owners are pretty high in Hierarchy and ‘society’ so that’s a part of it. However, a Man ain’t always teddybear huggable,  you get Me. Clearly, faggots here are not abused in any way at all. They are sometimes used to exhaustion but not one will stop asking for use until it’s Master of that moment is finished. Loyal and hungry to a fault, yet unspoiled and definitely the hardest of workers. They care for 14 Boys, the youngest of which is about a year old, I think. They help mommy when she needs them. They clean this huge place and are on call for any Man not working or out that day. They never complain, they adore We Men. I was about to discover one of the reasons why.

               It was one Sunday morning. I was summoned by God to His Sanctuary. He still scared Me shitless then. (Still does. Lol) I went in. Pop was naked and hard in His bed. I sat on one side as he explained that every Sunday morning before breakfast He or Chad, Dean, or Tank ‘blessed’ the faggots. Pink faggot came in and crawled up on Pop’s huge bed and knelt between His knees. “What is your request, sweet pinkfaggot?” Pop asked.       “Yes Sir, please Sir, could, would you personally use me more often? I love you Master! I love you so much Master!”
                   Then Pop took faggots ears, pulled it up and kissed it and told it yes. Then Pop pulled pinky’s head down and she swallowed His cock! Pop can bust on cue most times and as soon as she hit bottom Pop started feeding her. When it was over she thanked Him and left.

        You get the idea. Almost any faggot request is granted, if possible. That Sunday was Tank’s. Since He is gone it became My Sunday. What a fucking RUSH! I thought it would be damned hard to cum on cue  but the Alpha power gained by blessing these fags just makes it happen. I dare any Man be in that god-like situation and NOT bust when that submissive, sweet cum hole swallows your cock with such love and REVERENCE! No real Man could hold back His nut. Well Pop could. He can do anything IMHO.  Lol

         I forgot to say each faggot comes in freshly scrubbed, smelling so sweet and clean. I always allow them a 5 second look into My eyes. I was surprised at many of the responses My gift to them received.  To My amazement, most couldn’t do it for more than about 2 seconds, many couldn’t at all! Fuck and Goddamn, sam! What a fucking joy it is being Alpha! 

           But, each encounter is only maybe 4 minutes long unless one is over emotional and must be comforted. Pop told Me terry spent 20 minutes asking, begging to be My personal faggot until I left. Of course this was early on before I even knew it was anything but orangefaggot. Then He said as He left, “Shit like that puts an extra Alpha grunt in Your rut, doesn’t it Boy?” Lol Man I love Pop!

           My Sunday is coming up soon. I’m already hard, hell, I STAY hard now! But, last night Pop gathered His ‘Boys’ in His office. He told Us Wednesday was another training day for Me. He said when we woke this morning, no sex, no clothes were to be worn. Go downstairs, have breakfast then leave faggots doing usual chores. We were to parade around hard all day doing things as closely as We could to the faggots so they would hungrily yet shamefully stare at the Real Men they worship. We could watch vids and rub one out–almost–so the little faggot’s lust would consume them inside while they try to pretend they aren’t DYING for just one quick taste of even a Man’s snot while they keep working. Pop also advised Me to try and let My precum plop on the tile floor real close to a fag so they can hear it, see it and smell it. He said it’s funny and sweet how their eyes will go back and forth to the cum on the floor to you to your cock trying to figure out what to ask for first. Lol

              Then to Me He said, “I’m aware this is a lot of fun for you Boys but its about responsibility too. If you want to own several faggots like Chad you got to have power, sure, but endurance is something that will bring You blessings time and again. When You are in control of You body and Power, Son You will have any woman and any hole You WILL EVER DESIRE. And They will mutherfucking PLEAD with You for any chance to be a part of Your life or in a faggots case, to be claimed by You. Always try to choose carefully. But, as I was saying this seems fun but remember You are learning to control Your mind and body. You may not orgasm until after dinner. You will have a normal day off, whatever that is to You. The difference being You will openly display Yourself and Your Manhood to faggots as you conduct Your day.”

       Pop was right. I am on fire to bust and My precum is leaking like a dripping faucet. Sure enough, it is fun flicking precum off My cock next to a faggot and see that hunger but it fires the hunger in Me to take that faggot and cum in her stickpussy! Goddamn, this is going to be one of those ‘I survived it’ tests. Lol My little terry may not be in one piece after I use her tonight. I’m going to be SO fucking turned on after today! Fuck! Fuck, sam! Just FUCK! 

I was speechless after reading this. This training program is next-level insight that I think every Alpha should experience! It’s a holistic approach that tackles every aspect of Alphahood, in mind, body, and spirit. It’s beautiful.

Master Cal wrote the next day or so to tell me about his experience afterward:

What a night! I made it all day without busting! By the time dinnertime came and went I swear if a fag had even approached me I would’ve blasted a load across a football field!! After eating Pop said, “Alright boys, go feed and fuck the faggots. They’re primed and ready.” I yelled at terry to get the fuck upstairs and I followed the smoke she left behind her in her race to My suite. 

           When I got there I lay on the bed, my super hard cock aching to shoot and my precum flowing as never before. I smiled at terry and told her tonight might be rough on her because I’ve never felt like such a MAN! She smiled and said she knew after holding off all day I would probably have the biggest orgasm of My life and she wanted to do something special for Me to show Me how much she loved me and how she lived only to please and satisfy Me. I happily said sure! I was sitting on the bed, my cock standing straight up and drooling. I warned her My first load would start the instant she touched My cock. She looked at her Master, told Me I was Her God. Then she put only the head of My cock in her mouth and gently sucked it while barely flicking her tongue around it.  She did it all so slowly it delayed My ‘instant orgasm’ about 10 seconds. In that 10 seconds My nuts jumped and churned, My head spun and My power began to overflow. The bitch knows when I’m going to cum and like 2 seconds before I did she moaned like she does when I make her cum. FUCK! I started pumping My load while she held My cockhead, still barely sucking and licking and swallowing My cum. After about the 5th rope bitch engulfed My cock, turned on the suction, and stayed all the way down on My cock while I called her My filthy slut and shot the other 10 ropes down into her guts. Fuck sam! I fucked her at least 9 times last night and even filled 4 other faggot holes while never forgetting My own hungry cunt. For the first time I’d done what My Brother cautioned Me about-terry is now on her faggot period.  Mommy has nursed and cared for her this morning while managing to slut 2 loads out of her Boy! Goddamn mommy is the world’s greatest cocksucker! All the fags are above average at it but mommy seems to have this understanding of what each of Us Dudes like best and then uses that knowledge to show Us what Gods We are. Mommy loves her Boys and makes Us feel fucking invincible! She’s SO goddamned good it’s hard to stop her from draining every fucking one of Us. She’s goddamned hard to resist!       

When I first saw terry bleeding I was concerned. She just said to please at least shoot My load and then call mommy. She assured Me she’d be fine and was really proud I had cared so much for her that I destroyed her pussy. She was honored I fucked her bloody!! FUCK AND GODDAMN, faggot! I’m telling you, EVERY GODDAMN DAY something happens to blow My mutherfucking mind! I almost abused My faggot and she is HAPPY that I’ve fucked her raw and bloody! No breeder cunt on earth understands and craves a Man like a fag! They really have no idea what really pleases and satisfies a Man. I’m so glad I had no qualms of fucking faggots. My life was a sad and sorry affair before My Brother opened My eyes and gave Me a real, true view of what a Man’s life is supposed to be. I just hope My life brings more honor to Pop, Chad, and Dean. They gave Me life. I hope I make Them proud of Me. 

Thanks to the skillful training provided by God Dino, Master Cal has been able to channel his Alphahood and purpose while also rebuilding his confidence. He’s on solid ground now, building a foundation to a Kingdom that will never be toppled!

As for God Dino and The Family, they are more than proud of Master Cal. Bonds forged with Hierarchical Truth yoke these Alphas and faggots together in love and purpose, and it will never be broken!

The following is part of a thread following the development of a straight Alpha named Cal after he discovered Hierarchical Truth on this site and with the help of Master Chad and God Dino! CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

The true story of straight Master Cal’s discovery of faggots and his apprenticeship under the guidance of God Dino and Masters Chad and Dean will undoubtedly end up being one of the most definitive sagas in all Hierarchical literature. It’s so full of wonder and awe, power and passion, that its depth of truth cannot ever be erased or denied.

In fact, “awe” is the operative word to describe Master Cal these days. He now owns a devoted faggot, and lives like an Olympian God alongside his fellow God Alphas, tended to lovingly by a harem of talented faggot whores (is that redundant?).

His life has changed COMPLETELY in just a matter of three or four weeks. He went from Manhood to Godhood so quickly that I’m surprised he didn’t die from sudden decompression.

Just listen to Master Cal describe his wonder:

         Can’t believe you posted about My greatness and didn’t inform Me! Lol What is it Chad says? “I’m just poking your pussy.” 

Anyway, when I woke terry was already over in the small kitchen of My ‘suite’ as everyone calls Our rooms. When she saw I was awake she ran over and assumed ‘Master’s urinal’ position. When I finished I just held her head and let My cock grow down her throat. She loves that! Amazing! Breeder cunts would have Us arrested for Our natural right to take and use any hole on earth but faggots get off on doing shit Men want to do to women but can’t without risking jail and ostracisim. As little actual time all this has been My life, I can’t imagine a life and a future without owning fags. Even though you aren’t a Man, can you picture how PUMPED it makes a Man to have faggots begging to be My urinal, moaning in heat while they lick My Manhole, almost fighting for a taste of My cum? They envy My terry’s place but without negativity, like they regret I chose her instead of them. The fags gets along well. I think it’s because all faggots are used by all the Men so nobody gets too jealous, just a little harmless envy. Besides any shit that might be unbecoming faggot behavior is crushed in a second by the Savior.  You should see Him sam.  My Brother is a MASTER at handling, caring for, caring about, and guiding any faggot. He can even discipline one yet leave her knowing how special and unique she is and how she is an important part of the family. I’ve never seen anything like His power. He’s so humble about the real Hierarchical achievements He has surpassed. Chad isn’t known for His humility in most things. LOL Really, He only brags about shit that’s not real important to life, kind of like poking fun at Himself like He LOVES to do to everybody else. 
                  

I don’t know who I am to comment on Chad’s ego. Fuck faggot, terry will point Me to another post about Me. Reading the shit makes Me hard! I’m getting a bone because of My own awesomeness! Lol  How’s that for Goddamn ego! While terry is cooking and I watch her enjoy caring for Me. I didn’t give her the usual morning load. I’m teasing her so I didn’t cum and told her to continue her chores. I’m sitting here hard. She stares more than she should. She is hungry and happy. I can make her gasp by fingering My precum and rubbing it around the head of My cock. Once I almost nutted, teasing faggot and Myself. terry knows the instant I’m going to nut and when I almost did but held it back, I saw she had been ready to pounce from across the room! If I had busted My slut baby would have gotten every drop. The reverence for My cum is incredible. Breeder cunts shame a real Man’s load. Dirty faggots consider it like Holy water from the Gods. One spilled drop to them is like throwing diamonds into the ocean. I saw Pop comfort a faggot once. It had coughed eating His load and lost some of His truly sacred cum. She was inconsolable and wracked with guilt and shame. Pop had her calm and quiet in about 2 minutes of whispering in her ear and gently rocking her. Pop is God, faggot. He really is. He handles so much in one day. My Brothers told Me how it took both of Them to cover Pop’s work while He was on vacation. Not only did They have to work longer and harder to equal Pop’s output but the, frankly, mind-bending stress and the near genius ability required to instantly read and then act in any type of situation would crush lessers. 

          I said it before but I know My first 30 years were Goddamn shit to prepare Me and make Me appreciate life now. Hell, Chad’s even got Me thinking about breeding some Sons. Before, I had nothing to be proud of and wanted no children.  Now, I want Sons to teach and train to be real, free MEN! I want Them to be a part of this family and know it’s love and warmth. I never had those things–until now. And I want to share My joy with the world! Dudes–go claim a faggot! Today, this fucking minute! You guys don’t know what you’ve been missing! Go take one, it’s your RIGHT as an Alpha Male.

If you can find a better description of The Real Life of Alphahood anywhere on the internet, I’d love to read it.

That final paragraph is a knockout. Any straight Alpha reading that should be moved to action immediately.

Master Cal is living The Real Life nature always intended for him. He’s giddy, flying above the clouds and nothing but clear, blue skies everywhere!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

The following is part of a thread following the development of a straight Alpha named Cal after he discovered Hierarchical Truth on this site and with the help of Master Chad and God Dino! CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a whirlwind three weeks for Master Cal, the straight Apex Alpha who found purpose here on FWA and in the home of God Dino and his God Alpha sons Master Chad and Master Dean. One day he was learning about Alphas and faggots for the first time, and practically the next day he was fucking and breeding multiple faggots with his new Alpha brothers!

Master Cal has approached every challenge he’s faced at God Dino’s sprawling compound with a mixture of courage, curiosity, and pure dominant aggression. He’s tapping into powers he never knew he had, and he’s loving it!

The latest of the series of lessons he’s received about Alphahood just concluded yesterday, and it was a doozy! Here’s what he had to say about it:

              I’m lying in bed AMAZED at what went down last night. I thought nothing could ever make Me feel more power coursing through Me. I was wrong.

              Dean and I used bunny last night. (What a litte dynamo!) Mommy sucks better but bunny just won’t quit! She begged, pleaded, and cajoled 3 loads from each and finally fell asleep at Our feet. We chatted a while. I noticed Dean’s cock was rock hard again. He looked at Me and smiled. I remembered Him and Chad saying that He liked sucking Chad’s cock sometimes and the power He gets from it. It was kinda embarrassing.  I didn’t think it was for Me but My Brother laid down some simple truths and I was now hard as steel too. I nodded He could suck Me if He wanted. Goddamn, within 60 seconds I was blowing My load! It was mind blowing! After I stopped shooting Dean looked up at Me, thanked His Alpha Brother for the shot of power and then He said, “Follow Me Brother. I am about to teach you another aspect of Godhood.” MUTHERFUCK sam! I had no idea what was going to go down. 

              My Brother lead Me downstairs to faggot quarters where We proceeded to fuck every faggot in the place! Even mommy was sent down to worship her Boys and to be fucked silly. Dean had included Me in one of His night raids of debauchery. After pumping cum in a faggot, Dean would turn to grayfaggot who never left His side, and RAPE her mercilessly.  Even at His wildest, I’ve never seen Chad as animalistic as Dino was! This fucker is a beast! I’d hate to see anybody cross either of My Brothers. They be obliterated! 
            After over 30 hours of fucking fags, raping fags, feeding fags and just being, in general, horny Alpha Men, We collapsed and started talking. Chad had joined Us the last 10 hours or so and all three were lying down, laughing and breathing hard, circled by sleeping, exhausted faggots full of cum, every conquered hole glistening with Alpha sperm. sam, WTF?? I can barely move and My Brothers are energized! They want to raid the fridge and continue the onslaught on stickpussy! This is a way to relax for Them! Man, grayfaggot loves Dean. Every time He filled a pussy He would turn to gray fucking POUND that cunt until He busted and then He’d grab her hair and drag her to the next waiting fag, drop her, fuck another fag while gray worshipped His feet and legs. When finished with that one He’d then fuck gray like a back alley whore again! Let Me say, if gray weren’t a faggot, she’d be an imposing male. At least 6 feet and built like a Man, gray succumbed to Chad and Dean’s desires after attempting to defend her real-life sister that Chad knocked up earlier. Dean knocked out her front teeth when she tried to attack Chad. About 3 days later gray was back, this time to accept its fate as another cum hole for the Alpha Men here.

       Bunny is awake. I hear Chad’s smile as He says, “Goddamn filthy slut.” and lies back to receive more deserved worship. I see a couple more fags waking and 3 crawl over to Me with pleading eyes. I kick Dean’s leg to wake Him. He sees the crowd of sluts closing in and smiles. I tell Him I might need His help. He laughs and says one day this experience would simply be an appetizer for the feast later on. Faggots are feeding off all 3 Men. I hear Chad. “Yeah, eat My cum, you fucking whore” My terry is beaming with love while swallowing My 10. As My Holy Brother says, “Life is SWEET,  faggot.”

Not many straight Alphas get the chance to receive this kind of instruction, encouragement, and brotherhood. I think Master Cal understands what a unique privilege he’s receiving daily with The Family.

I can’t help but think about all of those straight Alphas out there still stuck inside society’s cage, unwilling to actually use their power and discover the Real Life offered by Hierarchy.

That might’ve been Master Cal, too, but he’s been freed by Hierarchical Truth. And now that he’s tasted the “forbidden fruit” laid out for him on Master Dino’s bountiful table, there’s no going back!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

Master Chad is quite familiar with pussy. He’s already fucked more females than most Men twice his age, which has led (as it inevitably does) to fathering more than 40 children already (he has 13 of his sons now living with him). Suffice it to say Master Chad loves everything about pussy except for the headaches that often come with it.

That’s why it was such a revelation to him when his Father God Dino introduced him to faggot pussy. He discovered he could fuck it all day long, breed it full of his potent seed, get rough with it, and the faggot would gratefully crawl back for more. Faggots were everything he wanted in a female, but amplified.

Still, faggots don’t have true female pussies. However, they can be created for the right amount of money.

Which brings us to Master Chad and his new fagwife C.C. Over the time they have been together C.C. has become so submissive and devoted to her Owner and Master that she yearned to give him a very special gift: to have her male genitalia removed and fashioned into a true female pussy!

When Master Chad learned of this, he was overwhelmed. God Dino wanted to make this happen for his firstborn, so he contacted a trusted doctor and tapped into the family fortune in order to expedite the process.

The surgery occurred several weeks ago, and it went well. As Master Chad ruminated on the sacrifice his fagwife made for him, he sent this incredible letter:

Just wanted to tell ya your sister’s new pussy is looking fine! The doc was really able to make it look like how I like a slash’s cunt to look. In about a fortnight [Us Guys are fucking with Dino and are all speaking in His well-intoned manner, as well as using a courtly, polysyllabic vocabulary. I love fuckin with a Brother! Don’t sweat it cumdumpster, I will receive payment in kind. LMAO] I will be charting new territory of My favorite property. This cunt so loves her Savior she’s already saved her cherry stick pussy for Me to claim, which I did beautifully. Now she’s got a vagina cherry for Me to bust and claim! Fuck faggot, you catch how powerful, how fuckin horny that makes a real fuckin Dude? My faggotwife loves and worships Me SO bloody much she’s changed her body, for Me! Because it would please Me! Maybe I CAN be Pop’s equal one day.

Truly, I just wanted to tell ya, she’s almost healed. Swelling is almost gone, pain is now non-existent. In 2 weeks I take her for her final, for a few weeks anyway, visit. The doc is gonna talk to us about limits and shit until some time in the future. The doc knows Us well, knows how We live.

I can only imagine the joy and pleasure Master Chad will experience as he enters the new vagina his fagwife has given to him! As for C.C., her ecstasy will be immeasurable!