This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When you’re a young, straight, hyper-intelligent God Alpha who looks exactly like Tom Holland of Spider-Man fame, life becomes ridiculously easy. Just ask Master Anthony, because he is exactly everything I just described. Money flows to him like tribute. Females flock to him just to smell his pheromones and offer him every hole on their bodies. Males jockey with each other just to gain his favor and approval.

Master Anthony knew all of that before the day he truly understood that nature also made faggots to serve him like the God Alpha he is. Then the seemingly-endless possibilities of his superior life became impossibly infinite. He realized, in an instant, that literally everything belonged to him.

With that realization came the deep understanding that he could take anyone he wanted at any time, shape them into whatever he desired, and completely own them. That’s a tectonic shift in a young Alpha’s thinking, one that few males will ever know. Only him.

To that end, you might remember the most recent update from Master Anthony involving his seduction of his college teacher Daniel (CLICK HERE for that). I knew that wouldn’t be the end of it, of course, but what eventually transpired went far beyond what I imagined.

Here’s Master Anthony’s update:

I’m sure you’d like to know how things went with Daniel lately, eh faggot? 😉 That’s a good moment, for there has been a huge development today! 😀

On Monday last week, Daniel arrived late to class when we were all there. Throughout the lesson, I could see that he was a little nervous and was carefully avoiding looking at me. Well, he couldn’t help but glance at my feet in white socks resting on the chair in front of me! But I could tell he was still embarrassed about the last time when I made him lace up my boots in the street. At the end of class, he quickly packed up his things and left right away, before I could go and say a word to him.

The prey was trying to escape me. So I sent an email to lure him back. I decided to invite him to my place: my instinct told me that he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to be alone with me at home! I wrote him:

“Hey Daniel,

Well done on today’s class, once again it was very interesting! I would have loved to speak with you in more depth about this week’s text and the rest of the syllabus. But you left very quickly. I hope everything is okay? If you have a problem, let me know!

Are you free in the next few days, like this Thursday evening? I’d like to invite you over to my place to chat! I live not far from the uni! My roommate is coming home late that day, so we’ll have the place to ourselves. Let me know!

Keep the good work!

Your favorite and best student

Anthony Dolivet”

He answered the next morning.

“Mr Dolivet,

Thank you very much for your kind comments and your concern. I’m fine, sorry for leaving so quickly, i was just in a hurry!

And thank you for the invite! I’d be glad to visit my best student this Thursday evening. Just let me know exactly where and when you’d like me to come and I’ll be there.

Respectfully,

Daniel”

I smiled when I read this. I guessed that he must have spent the evening and night worrying and wondering what to do, but his servile instinct and desire to please me won out! And two days later, he rang my doorbell right on time, just as I had told him to!

I opened the door, sweaty in my black tank top, because I had been doing some working out. I immediately noticed his flustered state, the look of wonder that flashed across his eyes. I scratched my neck and saw his gaze drawn to my hairy, sweaty armpit.

“You’re here just in time! I need to rest! Let’s hang out and relax! Hey, I’m not stinking too bad, am I?” I moved my armpit closer to him, but he didn’t move and stammered, “No, no, it’s okay.” I giggled and went to slump down in my cozy armchair. I said, “Do you want anything? I’d like a beer and a foot massage! There are beers in the fridge,” and I gestured toward the kitchen. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do, then understood the implicit order. He rushed into the kitchen, came back with a bottle of beer, which he respectfully handed to me, and sat down on the sofa opposite me, where I had indicated.

We started chatting, first about classes, then I asked him about his life and background. He didn’t seem to have realized yet that he had implicitly agreed to massage my feet by going to fetch me a beer, because he didn’t react immediately when I placed my left foot, in a white sock, on his lap. But all it took was a snap of my fingers and a nod from me for him to start rubbing it absentmindedly while continuing to talk.  We went on like this for quite a while, and when I switched feet, he resumed massaging the other one without hesitation!

Later, Fabien came back to the apartment. I sat up and said, “It’s already so late! Fabien, say hello to Daniel. Daniel, this is my roommate Fabien.” Daniel jumped up, grabbed his things, and mumbled, “I have to go, I’m expected elsewhere…” I replied, “Are you sure? No problem! It was great having you here! See you soon, OK?” He left a little hastily.

Flashforward to today. I couldn’t wait to see Daniel again and to increase my dominance. I was thinking of what I should do next. During class, I found him very unsettled, but he didn’t avoid my gaze; quite the contrary, he often glanced at me, looking a little anxious. At the end of class, he came up to me while I was gathering my things. “Mr. Dolivet, can I talk to you, er … in private?” “Of course, Dan!”

I followed him as he led me to his small office. Very nervous, he closed the door after checking that no one was around. We were face to face and alone. He was clearly very nervous. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze evasive and his hands shaking. I smiled at him and nodded encouragingly. Then he knelt down. Looking me in the eyes, he said, “Thank you, Master, for opening my eyes to my place and my destiny. You are a Superior Man, and I owe you respect, obedience, and loyalty. I ask your forgiveness for taking so long to understand this, and I am yours to command for whatever you wish.”

I was BEAMING! I said “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I glanced down at my feet. He muttered, “Sorry” and rushed to kiss the tips of each of my boots. “Such a good boy!” I grinned and I said “I knew I would break you. You were fun to chase, you will be fun to dominate. What finally made you see the truth?”

“I get in touch with with your roomate, Master, er … your house slave Fabien. He helped me to understand.” I shook my head, delighted. “Of course. My dear Fab. I was sure of it. Such a good boy. I see a lot of him in you. You’re going to be a great slave.” So I took out my cock and fucked his throat, deep and hard. He had a tough time, choking once or twice. I left him with his face and hair covered in cum, saying, “I’ve got to go! See you next time, slave! Keep ready to obey!”

This is gonna be so fun! 😀 I love to be a GOD! When my good boy Fabien comes home tonight, I’ll have him tell me what he did with Daniel, I’d love to know!

What a masterpiece of mental and physical domination! For instance, notice how Master Anthony calls his teacher “Daniel” while the teacher calls him “Mr. Dolivet”. That is very subtle signaling that only the subconscious might recognize. I also love how Master Anthony allows faggots to come to the inevitable conclusion that they are born to serve. He allows them time to accept the inevitability of their fate as his eventual property. He’s like a lion leisurely stalking an elk, knowing that eventually he’s going to feast!

However, as Master Anthony suggests at the end of his letter, his personal faggot Fabien had something to do with Daniel’s sudden acceptance of his faghood (unsurprising, really!).

So a day later I received this giddy update from my brother Fabien. Just listen to his behind-the-scenes shenanigans:

My dear beloved brother !

My Master Anthony wants me to explain to you (and him) how it went between me and his newest slave Daniel. When Daniel was home last Thursday, he left when I arrived to the flat. But when I opened the door for him, while Anthony was checking some stuff in his room, Daniel whispered something to me. Looking quite nervous, he asked me how long I had been Anthony’s roommate. I told him a year and a half, and he asked if he could contact me to talk. I said yes, of course, gave him my number, and he left in a hurry. Last Saturday, at Daniel’s invitation I went to see him at his own apartment, which is not very far from where we live (I mean, from Anthony’s place, where I live). Anthony was spending the week-end with his bros and I had some time.

Of course by then I knew what was going on. My Master had given me a few glimpses of what was happening with his teacher, and I read your wonderful article on the subject. I had a pretty good idea what Daniel wanted to talk to me about. He thanked me for giving him my time, told me he had noticed that I was about his age (actually even a little older) and that he would like to talk about his young student, with whom I was living, to get to know him better if possible, because certain things were troubling him.

As you can guess, I gave him a straight answer. “What you must understand is that Anthony is not my roommate. He is my Master and I am his slave. Because he’s a superior Alpha Man and I’m an inferior male who’s destined to serve and worship him. And I think you are, too. And I think you know it.”

Not surprisingly, he was flabbergasted by my frankness. He stammered some protests and I tried to calm him down. I placed my hand on his and explained to him the truth of Hierarchy as best as I could. I told him that everything he had been feeling and doing for weeks, his burning desire to obey Anthony and please him, was revealing his true nature as a slave. I pointed out to him that he was already debasing himself and bending over backwards just to be in Anthony’s good graces. And I went on. “Listen, I know it’s hard to accept your inferiority. You and I, we are both smart and brave and talented. And at some point, we certainly dreamed of another life. But we have to accept who we are: we are natural-born slaves. Our destiny is to grovel and worship and obey our betters. To serve a Man like Anthony. And believe me, we are lucky to have find a superior like him!” 

He was still shocked and very nervous. I could see him looking around, even shaking. But I remained as calm and firm as I could. “Some Men are just better. That is an obvious fact. Anthony is one of them. These Alpha Men will get everything they want in life, they will get all the success, wealth, glory, fun and sex. You and I, we are programmed by nature to serve them. To make sure they enjoy their life at the fullest. We must be at their beck and call. That is your destiny, whether you want it or not. You can either embrace who you are and be as happy as possible, or deny yourself any chance of fulfillment..”

He was starting to cry. I carried on with what I was saying. “I want you to think about your life ahead of you. You will never marry, you will never father a child, you will never lead. But you will teach young adults and, among them, young Alpha Men and you will help them reach their greatest potential. And if you’re lucky, some of them will command you other services and you’ll have opportunities to worship them. Right now, Anthony wants you to serve him. And that’s a blessing! You have the opportunity and the privilege to be a part of the life of a wonderful young God Alpha Master! 

Daniel was still shaking and crying. He muttered “Are you really sure?” I told him: “Repeat after me, OK? I am a slave.” He said it. “I exist to serve Superior Men.” He said it. “Good. Once again. Go on.” After the tenth time, he spoke with a strong and confident voice, despite his trembling and tears. “I AM A SLAVE. I EXIST TO SERVE SUPERIOR MEN.” Then I gave him a big hug. “From now on, you are my brother. You can always count on me. We inferiors must stick together to survive in this world run by Alphas. We must support each other to please them if we want to survive at their feet!”

Daniel muttered: “What must I do, now?” I explained to him what he should do next time he sees Anthony. I told him he should submit to his Master, kneel down, kiss his feet, then thank him for opening his eyes and apologize for not submitting sooner. “I can’t do that” he said weakly. “Yes you can. I’m sure you can, brother. Be brave!”

I could see he was still struggling with the idea. I put my hand on his shoulder and said to him: “My brother, search your heart and seek the truth. You know you want to submit to Anthony. You want it with all your slave soul. Do it, and I promise you will be fulfilled.”

You can only imagine how happy I was this Monday, when Daniel texted me to inform me of what happened in his office with my Master. I replied to him with this message: “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! Welcome at Anthony’s feet! Love you, brother! Let’ stay in touch and serve our Master to the best! I’m here for you if you need any help, OK?” Next thing, I’m gonna introduce him to the slave Charter I wrote. And see with him and other faggots of the Alpha Pack how to make Anthony’s life always better and better!

My Master Anthony, since you are reading this : THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING THE AMAZING GOD YOU ARE! THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY INFERIOR SLAVE HEART! I AM YOURS FOREVER! I ADORE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS!

And thank YOU my brother for your constant help and support!

Lots of love,

Fab the fag

I’m not even sure which is more extraordinary, Master Anthony’s command of Daniel or Fabien’s magnificent, on-the-spot training of Daniel!

Fabien’s logical reasoning of hierarchical truth forced Daniel to confront his own purpose with a clarity that rivals the greatest “mentor faggots” within the faggot hierarchy!

In fact, that’s what I really want to emphasize here: Fabien is now, in my eyes, a true mentor faggot! It’s the highest honor any faggot can hope to achieve, but Fabien has earned it through his faithfulness, his honesty, his willingness to share, and his enthusiasm in helping other faggots who are struggling or out of line. He teaches others in word and deed. He gives of himself to the point of exhaustion.

I’m so utterly proud of both Master Anthony and his treasured faggot, Fabien! They are the quintessential example of how the Alpha/faggot dynamic is meant to work. I feel so blessed to know them both and share their extraordinary story with the world!

Love Always,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In the last post from Mr. Faggot, I made the comment that using an honorific like “Mister” with a title like “fag” seemed oxymoronic. When I wrote it, I realized the irony of my statement. After all, I very much identified with the things Mr. Faggot said in his letter about what he referred to as “self command” but I might call “self actualization”. Like Mr. Fag, I was deeply trained by three exceptional Masters at a young age to believe that I had value as an intelligent faggot, that my complete submission was righteous and proper, and that I should feel proud to be of service to superior Men.

It’s how I’ve always felt about being a faggot. That’s why I’m not ashamed to tell other people I’m a faggot. In fact, I’m proud to be a faggot, and it’s all because of the Masters who owned me when I was younger … just like Mr. Fag.

Notice how he further defines his development and outlook:

Dear Sam,

This is Mr. Fag. I felt it was time to reach out and provide some necessary clarity regarding my name and the persistent idea that “Mr. Fag” is an oxymoron. I do not see a contradiction; rather, I see the title my first Alpha used to define my purpose.

I want to be clear: I am a man. Biologically, structurally, and functionally. But as my first Alpha taught me—starting when I was nineteen and he was thirty-five—I am a man whose highest purpose is the devoted service of a Real Man. This isn’t a theory; it is a biological realization that he meticulously cultivated in me through years of consensual, rigorous hierarchy.

To those who find the “Mr.” and the “Fag” at odds, they miss the point of the self-command I advocate for. The “Mr.” denotes the masculine vessel; the “Fag” denotes the utility and the recognition of my inferiority. My Alpha taught me that to serve him is not to lose my manhood, but to finally give it a direction: servicing Alphas.

However, this service is not a free-for-all. It is governed by the five pillars my first Alpha installed in me—the code that ensures the Alpha remains the sun and I remain the satellite:

• The Denial of Self: I never cum in front of other men. My release is unnecessary.
• Physiological Neutrality: I never get hard in front of other men. My body is a theater for his pleasure, not a monument to my own.
• The Alchemy of Pain: I accept the pain the sexual act involves. It is the natural weight of his dominance. Under his tutelage, I’ve learned that this “pain” is merely the most intense form of pleasure nature allows a fag to feel.
• Total Compartmentalization: I do not bleed into his “real” life. I don’t deal with the wires, the wives, the girlfriends, or the domesticities. I exist only where and how he summons me.
• The Sacred Debt: An Alpha’s cum is never neglected. It is the ultimate signature of the Alpha, and it is handled with the absolute reverence it deserves.

Throughout my journey, my dynamics with Alphas have been built on the recognition of the body’s quality when it is fully devoted to a superior. It is a clean, sharp existence. There is no oxymoron in being a man who knows his place—there is only the profound relief of being handled (and used) by someone who knows exactly what to do with me.

I hope this helps the readers understand the “Self-Command” I live by. It isn’t about being less of a man; it’s about being the right kind of man for your Alpha.

Respectfully,

Mr. Fag

Those Five Pillars are outstanding boundaries of a faggot’s life, and I live by all of them now. Some of them were learned the hard way, but I now see the wisdom of them.

When a faggot absorbs his purpose and embraces it fully as Mr. Fag has, these become powerful mantras become comfortable blankets of encouragement. I honestly wish that for every faggot, and I also wish more Masters understood how to purposefully embed these values in their fags.

Maybe we will all get there together someday!

Thank you, my brother Mr. Fag for elucidating these key values for us all!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

During my update on Master Anthony’s current situation and how he spent his 23rd birthday with his faggot Fabien, Master Anthony tossed off a hint about how he was in the process pf enslaving a teacher in one of his college classes.

Now, to Master Anthony such an occurrence is no big deal. It’s literally what happens with him every day of his blessed life. This teacher is only a few years older than Master Anthony, but Master Anthony’s God Alpha power doesn’t recognize age or position. It only knows conquering and dominance and glory.

Here is Master Anthony’s latest conquest:

OK I’m going to tell you my story with that teaching assistant, cause it’s becoming really good 😉 The guy is named Daniel, he’s a new teacher in his late twenties who recently got his PhD and whom I see every Monday in a small advanced class.

To make everything clear, I should point out that in France (I don’t know how it is elsewhere), students address the teaching assistants formally, calling them Sir, while they call us by our first names, and both sides use the formal “vouvoiement” form of address (rather than the informal “tutoiement“).

From the beginning of the year with Daniel, we developed a special relationship because I am his best student (obviously) and he soon had a soft spot for me. He often praises me in front of everyone in class, speaks kindly to me and such. Often in class, I take off my shoes to be comfortable just wearing socks, or put my feet up on the empty chair in front of me. Daniel never said anything to me, and I even noticed him sometimes glancing interestedly at me and my feet.

One day, when he asked us to hand in an assignment by the following week, I interrupted him to say, “I’ll hand it in the week after that, it’s more convenient for me.” He smiled and replied, “Okay, fine, as a special exception, because it’s you!” When I gave him my homework two weeks later, he repeated, “I made an exception for you this once, okay?” I beamed and said “Yeah, cause I’m exceptional!” “Sure thing!” he friendly answered.

In December, as the holidays approached, I went to see him alone at the end of class. I said, “Well done on your classes, Daniel, you’re a very good teacher, we learn a lot with you.” I could see that he was a little surprised that I used his first name, but he didn’t mention it. He was obviously delighted by my praise. “Thank you, Anthony! It’s easier with a brilliant student like you!” I told him that I would like to explore a particular topic in more depth, that I wanted to send him an additional essay for him to evaluate and help me improve, and of course he agreed. The following week, at the beginning of class, I said to him “I will email you my essay today. I want your feedback before the weekend, without fail!” He chuckled and nodded. He emailed back the very next day: “Here it is as requested. No fail! ;)”

When classes resumed in January, I went to see him at the end of class to ask him if he wanted to go for a drink. But this time, not only did I call him by his first name, I also used the informal tutoiement. After a second of surprise, he replied, “If you want, with pleasure!”, using tutoiement to me too. So I said to him, kindly but firmly, “I didn’t give you permission to say “tu” to me.” Then, with an uneasy chuckle, he jokingly said “Well, sorry, Sir“. So we had a drink in a bar not far from the university, and this time we were both using our first names… but I was using the informal “tu” form with him, and he was using the formal “vous” form with me! I was already relishing this reversal of power. I praised him genuinely, as I praise my underlings when they do a good job and satisfy me. “You’re a very good teacher. You’re going to help me to succeed.” “I’m very glad of it! That’s my purpose. To help a promising young man like you.” He spontaneously paid for my drink.

The following week, in class, while he was going over instructions that I already knew, I was talking to my classmate next to me. Daniel called out to me, “Hey, keep quiet in class, boys!” I stopped talking, but I glared at him throughout the rest of the class, and I could see that he was uncomfortable. At the end of class, I took my time leaving, and when we were alone, he came over to me. He said “Hey Anthony, sorry about…” I interrupted him. “Don’t talk to me like that ever again. Understood?” I could see he was startled and uneasy, but he did not protest, he quietly nodded. I patted him on the shoulder. “No hard feeling. See you next time.” The week after, I talked over him in class several times, and he didn’t say anything. I asked him out for a drink after class again. He was clearly delighted and relieved to be back in my good graces. And once again, he paid for my drink.

The latest twist: yesterday, after class, we walked together for a bit. I discreetly managed to undo my boot laces by stepping on them. As we were about to ways, I said to him “Hey, my bootlaces are undone! Tie them back up.” He was very confused. “What?” “You heard me perfectly well.” I said coolly. He stared at me for a moment, while I stood motionless and stern, then he looked around, slowly knelt down, and re-tied my bootlaces. He stood up and didn’t dare look me in the eye again! I said to him, “Good boy. See you next Monday!”

Here’s the situation right now! 😀 I must say, that’s even funnier that dominating my classmates and other boys my age. I feel like a cat playing with his prey! I really look forward to see Daniel next week!

Can you see how brilliantly Master Anthony captured Daniel? He started with testing Daniel with his feet, and then ramping up the tease with increasingly more brazen power plays until Daniel is likely too confused to even respond.

This is how it happens when a God Alpha recognizes a faggot-in-hiding that he wants to use in some way. He flushes the faggot out of its hiding place and then hunts it down! This is pure animal instinct.

I followed up by asking Master Anthony if he knew Daniel was a faggot from the beginning, and if he planned to fuck and breed Daniel eventually. He answered this way:

I didn’t immediately identify him as a faggot, but his quick and obvious admiration for me and his willingness to bend over backwards for my convenience quickly aroused my dominant instinct 😀 I wanted to test him out, and each time, I felt the impulse to go a little further. I’m absolutely enjoying the play, it reminds me of how Fabien slowly realized he belonged at my feet! LOL I intend of course to go as far as I can and I definitely will cum into Daniel at the end!

That is what we faggots are to Alphas like Master Anthony: playthings.

But playthings in the hands of a developing God Alpha like Master Anthony are safe … and cherished.

Daniel is about to find this out!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling a gay marriage that has blossomed into a hierarchical union between a faggot named Dean and his husband. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I think Dean the faggot and his (now) husband/Master is the first time I’ve chronicled a former couple reorganize themselves into a proper Alpha/faggot dynamic in real time. Typically I enter at some point after it’s happened, or still needs to happen.

This is good because we can observe the shifting dynamics and see the adjustments happen “live” so we can learn what must occur to make a successful, healthy transition.

Dean has done an excellent job so far in surrendering to the released power of his Alpha husband. There was never any doubt about where this was eventually headed, but it happened quicker than I thought due to unexpected help from Master’s work mates.

Hi Sam,

It’s Dean, the married faggot. You have been posting my story in this thread: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/category/fag-dean-married/?order=asc

I wanted to update you about everything that happened this month. Since my Master-Husband caged me I have been very obedient and respectful of the rules he set for me. Having only my pussy as a sexual organ has improved our sex, as I am not concerned anymore with touching my dicklet and I can fully focus on his needs.

My Master-Husband has also became more confident in acknowledging his role in public. He was out for some drinks with some of his straight work colleagues, and when talking about their partners, he shared that I started serving him. He told me that they were all drunk but that he was surprised how none of the other guys were shocked. One of them actually said: “I never understood how it worked without a woman, happy to hear that you lost a husband but gained a wife”. Some days later, another of the straight colleagues that were in that conversation told him that he wanted to talk in private and revealed that he is a straight Alpha owning several faggots. My Master-Husband was delighted to have someone to share knowledge with and asked him if he could send one of his most experienced faggots to our home to teach me how to be the perfect slave.

This is how I met Ryan, a faggot in his thirties with a mullet, plumpy lips and a very feminine body. He came home one weekend to teach me some tricks: positions to practice my arch, resting poses that show my submission while keeping my pussy accessible, ways to greet alphas…

Ryan was incredibly patient with me and his advice was very helpful but at the same time it also made me feel a bit insecure. I could see that my Master-Husband was eating him with his eyes. He often stepped in during the training so that both Ryan and me could practice our positions in front of him and licked his mouth several times looking at Ryan.

It was such an obvious situation that we talked about it immediately after Ryan left. He said that we were no longer in a traditional marriage and that although I would always be his husband, it’s in his nature to have more than one faggot and it would happen eventually. I agreed. He added that Ryan was owned by his friend but that he had said that he could use it sometimes to get a taste of the full hierarchy experience.

From reading the experiences of other faggots on your website I knew that this moment would come sooner or later but now that it’s happening I can’t help feeling scared… Although I know that in the long term it will be beneficial for our relationship.

Love,

Dean

First of all, how awesome is it that Dean’s Master-husband found Alphas at work who were totally supportive of his move with Dean? Even better, he found a straight Alpha who also owned faggots! That helps!

(And let this be yet another reminder that straight Alphas own/use faggots much more than anyone realizes!)

As far as this uncomfortable situation with the faggot Ryan, I’m sure Dean might’ve preferred something a little different (especially the way Ryan seemed to be leering). However, I look at it as the equivalent of tearing off a Band-Aid. We all know it’s coming, so just get it over with.

I applaud Dean’s Master for being so bluntly honest about everything. That’s how I know (and Dean should know) everything’s going to be alright. This expansion of Master’s power is natural and necessary, and as his faggot Dean should be thankful. Every faggot wants to see their Master grow stronger.

Honestly, adding more faggots only makes Dean’s position better. I know that sounds counter-intuitive, but it’s true. The more fags there are, the more the Master appreciates his first fag. You can ask Fabien about that, for example.

I’m so grateful to Dean for sharing this development! I hope his Master gets to read this and appreciate what a good boy he owns!

The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

For more than ten years I’ve been consistently preaching one fairly controversial message: straight Alphas use faggots sexually and remain straight. In fact, the original name of this site as registered in 2015 was FagsWorshipStraights.Tumblr.com. I had served so many straight Alphas in my life that I wanted to teach people this fundamental hierarchical truth.

I received a lot of pushback for a lot of years (I’m still getting it), but again and again through this site I have instead raised an irrefutable mountain of evidence proving this truth. I’m unassailable in this regard. Do you have any idea how many straight Alphas tried using faggots because of this site and discovered I was right?? I don’t even know, but it’s A LOT of them.

Master Vinicius is the latest straight Alpha to become exposed to this site’s message after his longtime friend Felipe admitted that he was a faggot and directed him to this site. And Master Vinicius warned me in one of our earliest conversations that he would never use a faggot sexually no matter what I said to him.

And I just smiled. You see, I know the power of hierarchy better than any straight Alpha. They can protest all they want, but in the end I know the POWER will move them more than their fears and paranoia.

So the other day Master Vinicius started asking me questions about how in theory he might approach Felipe in order to in theory try using him as a cocksucker.

But I didn’t give Master Vinicius theories. I gave him facts.

I gave him the truth … and the truth set him free:

So Sam… Here’s what happened.

I went over to my fag’s place using my emergency key, he was lying on the couch and I immediately told him to get up and get close to me. I gave him the first slap of the evening in his face. “Do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he said he didn’t. Slap number 2. I ordered him to take off his shorts and be only in his undies and with his shirt on. He did it. Slap number 3. “I’m gonna ask again: do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he asked if I was there to use him and… Slap number 4. “Only idiots answer a question with another question. What’s the correct answer?” And he said “You’re here to use me, Sir.” I said good boy and gave him the slap number 5. Then I gave him a wedgie and told him to get me a glass of cold water, a bowl I could put my feet in filled with warm water, a towel and nail clippers.

As he ran to get all of that I sat on his couch and started looking for something interesting to watch on the tv.

He got back, gave me the glass of water, put the bowl in front of me with the towel around his neck while the water was heating on the stove. I ordered him to kneel.

I told him to get my underwear I gave him this morning, he picked it up and I put it over his head, with the bulge part against his nose. By that time the water was already warm enough to pour into the bowl and I ordered him to get it. 

When he came back and the bowl was filled I said “You’re starting tonight by washing my feet and massaging it. Then you’ll clip my nails. You’re not allowed to say a word unless spoken to. I have a lot to talk to you. Understood?” – “Yes, sir”

Then I went on and on about how I got very pissed and disappointed at him for talking about me to strangers online and having it published. But I said his luck was that he did that with you, and that I’ve been chatting with you lately. I told him you’re a VERY intelligent person, very eloquent and well versed in this hierarchy matter. So much that I got a boner reading one of your emails. That chatting with you made me realize that my cock does deserve to be worshipped. I told him we’re not friends anymore. But I decided to still keep him in my life because you, Sam, opened my eyes to the things I can get from him that no other women is capable to provide me. And that I got that boner because of the rush of power I had. And that I decided to give him one chance to finally prove himself he can be completely useful under our new dynamic – and one chance only.

By that time he had already finished washing and clipping my nails and he was just massaging my feet. I was already only with my underwear on. It was a fun sight, since he had my dirty underwear covering his face and he didn’t even notice I was barely clothed.

“Do you want to take this chance you’ve been waiting for 20 years, fag” – “Yes, Sir. I’ll do anything” – good.

I told him to dry my feet and approach. Got him kneeled between my legs and shoved his head on my crotch (with two pairs of underwears between his nose and my junk – the one on his face and the one I was wearing) and I told him to tell me his case, and it should be a very convincing speech.

He said something to the lines of “I’ve always knew I was a faggot and you’re an alpha. I was afraid the day you realized this would never gonna come. Out of all the men in the world you’re the one who deserves to enjoy this power the most. You changed so many peoples lives, you always guided people around you, you literally saved my life a few times and I’ve always been grateful to be around you, because you make feel safe being what I’m meant to be… Even if you didn’t know about it before. And now that you do I would be honored to show you new heights to your power and make you feel like the God you are.”

That “God” part REALLY got me hard right there, Sam.

I told him to take my underwear off his face and stare at my hard rock bulge. His eyes were shinning like a kid on Xmas day. I asked him “What are you?”, he said “I’m your faggot, Sir!”, I asked “And what am I?” He said “The greatest man I’ve ever seen. You’re my God, sir!”

Sam, my cock was throbbing already. Not in a million years I’d imagine something like this would happen. And you were spot on when you said that I got that erection from your email because of the feeling of power I had.

I told him to get some lube. He ran to his bedroom and brought it to the living room, handed to me and went back on his knees. I told him to turn around and put his head on the floor and his ass up. I pulled his undies back to normal, ripped the back just enough to get access to his hole, put some lube on it and told him to turn around facing me. He was losing his mind. He was shaking, dripping sweat. I could see he was nervous. I told him to calm down, that I wouldn’t do anything to harm him not anything he didn’t want me to do anyway. “Ok, boy?” – “Yes, sir!”

Then I gave him another slap and asked how many times have I slapped him already. He’s such a good boy that he immediately said “Six times, Sir! One on each cheeck, Sir!” – I smiled, said he’s a good boy and told him to try and ride my right foot. He didn’t hesite. Though he didn’t manage to get all my toes in, I’m proud of him anyway. You see… My feet are size 14. And my big toe if probably bigger than his little baby dick.

I let him ride my feet as I put my cock out and told him to jerk and admire it. If a meteor hit us at that moment I don’t think he would notice. He was COMPLETELY hypnotized. He was playing with its head, my pubes, my heavy balls… Drooling in lust to put it inside his mouth. And I’m not saying that figuratively , he was ACTUALLY drooling without noticing. It was the first time in my life I’ve seen someone so mesmerized by my hard cock. Not even my wife was ever like this.

I told him he could start worshipping my cock with his mouth.

He started on the head, playing with his tongue. Then started sucking it and without me even ask him he put the whole thing down his throat and started fucking it. It took a while until he started having gag reflexes. At one point he did something I’ve only seen in porn… My cock was down his throat, his nose was on my pubes and he managed to put part of his tongue out to lick my balls at the same time. I didn’t know it was possible! It felt AMAZING.

It was already the best blowjob I ever gotten! And he even forgot he had my toes inside his ass! Hahaha

Then he asked me permission to talk. I said yes. He asked permission to give me a surprise, but to do that he needed to get up for a second. I was so caught up in the moment that I said sure.

He got up, went to the kitchen and I heard him saying “Sir, do you mind if I ask you to close your eyes for just a sec?” To which I said ok, but hurry. 

He came back, started riding my foot again and started sucking my cock again… But I felt his mouth icy and warm and wet at the same time. It was a weird but AMAZING feeling and I asked him if he had an ice cube in his mouth and he put his tongue out to show me 3 black halls drops.

DISCLAIMER: I know in the us you guys buy Halls drops for cough/throat. Here in Brazil that’s a Candy. And I’ve heard a lot about people using it to give oral sex.

That little motherfucker got me NUTS swallowing my cock with those halls drops inside his mouth. He was deepthroating, putting both of my balls in his mouth, sucking my head like a baby on a pacifier… But it was when he started licking my frenulum with that hot/icy/wet tongue while rubbing my head with one hand and massaging my balls that I admit I lost control. While he was doing that he kept saying that my body is a shrine and my cock is the God he worships. That my cock rules his life from now on if he is considered worthy of it. That he was in heaven being able to do what he had dreamed of for years and years and kept asking me if he was being a good boy. He had tears of happiness scrolling down his eyes.

Sam… All I could do was grunt, moan and breathe heavily. Nobody EVER got me like that only for giving me head. Actually… “Giving head” is not a good enough definition for what that faggot did. 

I told him I was close to shoot my load… And he didn’t change his pace one bit. He started licking my frenulum with what he had left from one of the drops on his tongue and trying to say “please, daddy… Give me your God load!” and when he felt my cock was swelling up and about to cum he deep throated himself again, nose on my pubes, tip of his tongue on my balls and my juice exploded direct into his throat. He hold it there for, idk, 20 second. Then started to slurp it out.

Honestly, Sam. I think I haven’t came THAT HARD since I got my wife pregnant.

He sat more firmly on my foot and just looked at me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. My face was probably of disbelief, I ain’t lying. I’ve NEVER experienced something like this before. Then he said 5 magic words: “I love your cock, Sir!”

I told him to get up and bring me another glass of water as I was trying to recompose myself. He came back with the water and kneeled and put his head down. 

Sam. I had to take a few moments to admire that sight and make sense of what just happened.

You were completely right on every word you said. I could NEVER have a woman giving a treatment like that. Not treatment… Worship. 

I told him to look at me and got close to him. As I reach for his face he threatened to flinch for a millisecond but I said “Don’t worry. I’m not giving you the 7th slap” instead I rubbed his head and told him I was really proud of him. And that he aced the one chance he had. I was so proud that I don’t think I’m letting Flavio getting near him again. He can’t appreciate a worship like that. This faggot is mine. As he always been.

Full disclosure: I warned Felipe that I thought Master Vinicius might be ready to use his throat, so he was able to have those Halls cough drops ready. LOL

Brothers, this is how we win every time. We submit completely to the awe and majesty of our straight Alphas and we worship them in ways that never ever occur to females. We blow their minds in addition to their cocks until there is no doubt in their minds that they need to keep using us.

Felipe went above and beyond in order to thoroughly satisfy Master Vinicius, leaving him with a feeling he’d never quite experienced so acutely before: God Alphahood.

And the most revelatory part: Master Vinicius was still STRAIGHT, but changed in the most extraordinary way. You see, his sexuality didn’t change … but he began his ascent to levels of power other straight Alpha deny themselves. What a shame!

But Master Vinicius wasn’t done! Just like any powerful Man who has achieved some intoxicating level of wealth and glory, Master Vinicius wanted to drink more from the wellspring of hierarchical power!

He ordered his faggot to write of their second encounter:

I got to serve Master Vinicius again! He called me saying he was almost done at the gym we have here, that he wanted me to go downstairs with a fresh towel for him. I immediately went down and he was leaving the gym, I gave him the towel and he told me to follow him to the elevator. When we got there he gave me back the towel and told me to sniff it as we were going up. He said his wife will be out for a couple of days and asked if I thought was fair that he had to release his stress by himself. I said of course not. And we got into his place.

He told me to make him his protein shake and load the washing machine with the laundry on the baskets from the master bathroom and the second bathroom. So I did. When I finished all of that he said I had the machine’s cycle time to suck him dry. He was still smelling from the gym. I CAN’T PUT INTO WORDS HOW GREAT HE SMELLED!!! I started sucking him and he kept telling me to say how great his cock is and how much I love it – like I needed an excuse to do that… He said he’s gonna use me all these days his wife is not around. Not to get my hopes up about him fucking… Yet. He said he does want to fuck me and is going to do it eventually, but I’ll know when he’s ready. I teared up a bit, not gonna lie. I felt very emotional. Then he shoved his cock way down my throat and gave me a head lock on my neck, I couldn’t move and barely breathe. And he got me like that as he finished his protein shake.

I got to suck his dick, lick his balls, his armpits, his chest… It was like I was given the gift of cleaning his sweat with my tongue. It felt AMAZING!

When he was just about to cum he told me to stop sucking and just stare at his cock and balls to see how a real man cums… And he came on his foot and made me to lick it clean. Sam… I’m not into feet AT ALL. But it felt A-MA-ZING!

By then the machine was done and he told me to hang up the clothes and do the dishes in sink while he had a shower. And that I was supposed to leave as soon as I finished it because he didn’t wanna see me when he left the shower. So I ran to do that and came back home.

Btw: as I was sucking him he prohibited me from jerking off (he knows I’m a gooner) and that I’m gonna know when I’m allowed to cum – but gave me no details about it, so I’m kind of in the dark. But I won’t question it. He knows what’s best for me.

Incredible!

We see so many elements in these encounters that I’ve discussed for years, natural laws straight Alphas understand and utilize when using a faggot (like denying Felipe masturbation while serving, or making Felipe lick his cum off his feet) because they come from the very heart of all straight Alphas. They all want the same worship, the same service, the same honor, respect, and awe.

And only faggots give straight Alphas exactly what they crave!

So once again, the hierarchical truth contained on this site has changed a life, this time a powerful straight God Alpha named Master Vinicius. And our world is better for it!

BUT WAIT: This is only PART ONE! Just wait until you hear what happened NEXT!

COMING SOON!

Hierarchy 302 – Submitting To A Straight Alpha Friend

The story of Felipe and his new Master.

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Hey Sam,

Master Emir here . I am based in Germany and have been following the discussions and experiences shared here for some time now. Engaging with this material has been genuinely grounding for me; it feels as though I have reconnected with an essential part of myself.

By nature, I have always carried a strong, commanding presence. Leadership and influence come naturally to me, and when I speak, people tend to respond. This is not something I consciously force; it is simply how I move through the world.

I am 28 years old and have had several experiences with fags who expressed a desire to serve and devote themselves to me sexually. While I am comfortable with that dynamic, my deeper interest lies less in explicit sexual activity and more in power, service, and reverence as lived experiences.

Lately, I have found myself more drawn to younger fags who show submissive inclinations. However, I often sense confusion or uncertainty when I speak with them about service, hierarchy, and worship. I am mindful of not wanting to overwhelm or mislead anyone, yet I also want to remain authentic in how I express myself.

I would value your perspective on how to approach these dynamics more effectively—particularly when engaging with younger fags (+18 ofc ) who may still be forming their understanding of themselves and their desires.

Thank you for your time and for the insight you bring to this space. I look forward to hearing your thoughts.

Best regards,
Master Emir

Master, thank you very much for your question!

First of all, congratulations on a successful start to your life and for having the wisdom and insight to recognize your Alphahood! Too many young Alphas fail to acknowledge their Alphahood, and it gets wasted!

I’m guessing you’re largely a straight Alpha, Master. It doesn’t necessarily matter overall, but that impression might influence how I answer you.

Young faggots are especially tricky because most of them have been conditioned to believe they’re equal to Men or have some magical desirability that they think gives them power. Coupled with a young person’s natural rebelliousness and distracted nature, that makes young faggots hard to teach and hard to train.

The one thing an Alpha like you has in your favor is the truth of hierarchy. A true faggot of any age cannot escape the pull of purpose in inside it. So when a Master, armed with knowledge, talks to a young faggot with hierarchical authority, the young faggot is mesmerized by that truth the way a moth is mesmerized by a porchlight.

I have plenty of resources on this site to use with young fags, Master. Direct these young ones to this site, help them reason out what they’re feeling in comparison to what they read here. The truth will connect with faggots seeking it.

I have a full Discord community designed to help faggots (and Alphas) learn deeper truth and flex their muscles. You would be a welcome teacher there, Master, and your faggots would benefit from association. You can join that Discord by CLICKING HERE.

Master, thank you for writing to me! It was an extraordinary privilege to meet you and hopefully help!

Yours,

sam the faggot

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

Here’s the Nuclear Option ™ in action. Master @domtopdadd fucks a faggot while his caged faggot is forced to watch.

A very effective punishment/corrective measure to force the bad faggot back into place.

Straight Alphas could fuck a female instead. Same effect on the fag.

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

It’s been a long time since we’ve heard from Master Mike (last update in May 2025). When we last heard from him, Master Mike had rescued his first faggot, a former friend named Benji, from a bad situation and truly cemented his ownership of him.

Even from the beginning of my involvement with Master Mike’s story, I could sense truly limitless power in him. The real test going forward would be whether Master Mike would remain satisfied and complacent with Benji’s service, or if he would use this new power he unlocked to build a Kingdom worthy of a God Alpha.

Well I’m glad to tell you he chose the latter!

Right faggot,

Good to hear from you. I know I stopped sending too many updates but it has progressed well. Benji is now my full time housefag and pet. It moved in middle of last year and since then has gone from a room to a cupboard to selling most of its belongings and sleeping in a cage built into my bed. It asks permission to do anything from going to the toilet to worshipping my feet and everything in between. It takes care of all the chores and is fully trained in sexual service how I like it. It is still working and actually earned a promotion. Its wages go into a bank account I set up. I put 25% into an account for it which I don’t have access to in case our situation changes but it does have to ask permission to use the card for this account. The rest goes into my account and I can give it money to use for groceries etc. It is great having a fag do everything for me domestically and sexually and pay me £45k a year for the privilege. 

I have had some customisations done on my fag as is my right with my property. A couple of tattoos labelling it as a fag and my property are now shown on his ass and above his fagclit. Laser removal means no hair blow the neck will be found which makes its cage stand out and its cunt much smoother and enjoyable to fuck. I have also had its tongue and nipples pierced. I like the feeling of the tongue piercing when it is worshipping my godcock and the nipple piercings really amplify its already very sensitive fagtits which make the great for controlling your fags. Punishment and reward can both be linked to these although to its credit Benji gets more reward than actual punishment outside of the weekly maintenance disciplines and the occasional use for catharsis on my part.

It has been enrolled on an evening course alongside the other pack fags to learn proper sports massage techniques to better serve me and the other Alphas. We have 3 more fags now and 5 members of my team regularly make use of them. 3 of these guys (Callum, Ewan and Ian) are around my age of 30 and are all straight with girlfriends at home but love getting free unlimited access to blowjobs and anal as well as an outlet for some of their rough fantasies. Alan is 42 and recently divorced. He is bi and is a bit of a sadist but he keeps his hands off Benji so that is fine. Last up is Colin who is 50. He doesnt play with the team anymore but is still always around. He is straight and single. He is a gentler hand with the fags and is protective but still enjoys using them frequently.

Fag tommy is 18 and a full twink. I found it a week after its 18th birthday looking to try out dom/sub and invited it over. It left with a cage on its cock and has made good progress over the last 6 months. I cunted it myself and it is now a free use fag for the pack. We have decided to make it a gaped fag and are slowly increasing the size we stretch its hole to. It is getting used to being fisted at our whims and over Christmas I spent an evening and 2 bottles of lube getting my whole right foot in its cunt while it licked my other foot. About 2 months into its service tommy moved out from his parents and into Colins house as its mother didn’t approve and I gave it the choice of her or the pack.

Fag sean is 35 with a dadbod who we added to the stable about 4 months ago. It was in an unhappy relationship and when offered it jumped at the chance to leave its boyfriend serve an alpha pack. It primarily serves as our gym fag. It accompanies us to the gym and holds our bottles or loads weights or anything else we want. It tried to get out of sucking cock initially as it doesn’t enjoy the act but we corrected its behaviour quickly. We are also correcting a major physical defect with this fag where its fagclit was around 7 inches when excited. So far it is in a 2 inch cage and shrinkage is noticeable which is good. We enjoy making sure to check this regularly in the gym showers and saunas.

Last is footstool. It is unemployed so we moved it into fag sean’s flat where we have access to it at any time. Footstool is a disgusting little faggot. It is about 5 ft 2 when standing like a person and weighs somewhere around 250lbs with no muscle. Callum is the one who found it at the gym trying to get rid of the fat. He managed to convince footstool to give up as he would never have a body like Callums or mine. We now make sure to feed footstool up nicely and its fat is a very comfortable place to rest your feet while watching TV.

I make use of them all domestically and reward them with my feet occasionally. Other than the initial cunting of tommy I exclusively use Benji though, and Benji is only mine to use. The other Alphas are very respectful of this and Benji is very comfortable serving them in non-sexual ways however. The other Alphas do seem happy to share the other fags too without getting too territorial which surprised me. I would rip a man to shreds if he went after Benji. I suppose this is what separates an Alpha from a God Alpha?

Breathtaking, isn’t it???

The dramatic expansion of both his fag stable and his Alpha pack indicate something has changed deep within Master Mike. This is an unchecked, unchallenged flex of God Alpha power unlike anything I’ve witnessed since the legendary days of Master Jase.

The cage bed was (of course) particularly interesting to me, as well as the financial arrangement Master Mike has in place with Benji (puny cashmasters on X have no idea about power at this level).

Master Mike asked me about what makes a God Alpha. Well, the way his Alpha pack obeys his rules and respects his wishes is one sure sign of God Alpha power!

But after I asked a few follow-up questions, Master Mike generously provided more information.

The holiday we returned from today was a trip to the cabin we went to last year where benji confessed its feelings (with your help. A little way to celebrate the 1 year “fagaversary”.

It feels great to be the King. And the lads in the pack are all great Alphas in their own right. Fags and females are all helpless against us especially when we are all together.

Benji is perfect. It improves my life more than I can tell you. My kids love having benji around and there is definitely a connection I feel. Somewhere between pet and spouse honestly. I will care for and protect benji and he will serve and worship me.

I saw the beds online or rather benji showed me as a hint. For its birthday last year I paid for the laser hair removal, nipple piercings and I built a version of the bed myself. Custom beds are pretty expensive and I am very good with my hands although it isnt usually wood as I am an electrician. It has a 3 ft wide, 6 ft long and 2 ft tall cage built into the base which is about half the bed but runs up the center. The edges on either side are used for storage so are solid. Means it is plenty of space for benji but it feels very tightly enclosed in their. One gate at the foot of the bed which latches closed and can be locked but isnt currently as it is such a good faggot. I have permitted benji 2 pillows for good behaviour and it has used some of its money to buy a very nice blanket. I did benji a favour of using that blanket to wipe up all my sweat during gym sessions for 2 weeks before putting it in benjis cage. I wanted the cage to feel like a comforting fag nest.

I think a fully self aware faggot like you would enjoy the experience of being kept in one. Especially after a long day of serving a pack of horny power-hungry Alphas.

Benji does stay in the cage while women are over. It is under strict instructions to stay quiet while Master is playing. That said I suspect benji is playing with its pussy while I am fucking women although I have no proof. I have given it a few precautionary punishments for this but might have to keep it plugged when not in use.

You are right about the women coming and going. I managed to fuck 12 women in December and that is with trips to see family and a busy work load too. But benji gets the majority of my loads. For every one I pump into some bitch’s loose cunt I put at least 3 into either of benjis holes. Honestly it is less stressful not having to worry about pregnancies. 

This second update is really special because it highlights the true and loving bond that can develop between a straight Alpha and his loyal faggot. I love how Master Mike described his feelings for Benji as “somewhere between a pet and a spouse”! As former friends, they had a natural affection. But now that they’ve both embraced their true roles, their bond is deeper and more honest!

And what a special gift Master Mike gave Benji by soaking Benji’s blanket with two weeks of his sweat! No doubt Benji felt so safe while wrapped in his Master’s pheromones!

I figured Master Mike allowed Benji the privilege of being in the cage under the bed while he fucked females. From experience I can tell you that faggots experience a sense of awe and euphoria listening to (or watching) their Masters fuck women or faggots. Straight Alphas are so magnificent when they’re following their instinct to breed, something a faggot cannot ever do. Allowing Benji to experience that only reinforces their Hierarchical difference.

But still, Master Mike demonstrates his care for Benji by pumping more loads into him than these females. Master Mike knows faggots like Benji need the powerful Alpha cum sloshing around in his balls in order to maintain their perpetual subspace.

It’s shocking to me how much more powerful Master Mike has become since the last time we talked! It’s like someone unplugged the dam holding back the infinite hierarchical power within him, and now that dam has broken wide open!

I knew Master Mike was ascending, but now he has fully transformed into the God Alpha he was born to be!

Thank you, Master Mike!

This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I’ve been grinding my teeth and trying to bite my tongue about the arrival of Master Lorenzo’s new love, a FTM transsexual named Mario. Mario insists that he is not only an Alpha, but an Alpha as powerful as Master Lorenzo himself. Even worse, Mario seems to be adamant that everyone else’s self-perception and purpose should be pushed aside in favor of his own opinion.

I have invested too much time and emotion into God Alpha Master Lorenzo and his dear faggots Giovanni and Rafael to see everything tossed aside because of some bossy, obviously delusional new boyfriend. There’s also no way I will allow Master Lorenzo or Giovanni to be disrespected like that.

I really struggled to respond to Giovanni’s most-recent letter about the arrival of Mario. The idea that a FTM transsexual thinks he’s the equal of a natural-born God Alpha like Master Lorenzo was deeply offensive, and Mario’s attitude toward Giovanni angered me. So while my response was metered and relatively calm, I unloaded on the situation in my 300th episode of the Hierarchy Podcast. I just couldn’t hold back. I refused to believe Master Lorenzo would allow Mario to insult his authority and his most prized possessions.

Fortunately, Master Lorenzo proved my instincts to be true. Read what Master Lorenzo did:

Hello my beautiful brother Sam!! This is Gio again <3 How are you?

I want to tell you something new here in my life! Last night Lorenzo invited Mario to spend the night with us (Rafa and I). I was happy and excited thinking about the big orgy we would have: our King in the middle, Mario by his side, and Rafa with me on our Master’s feet. I really want to see Lorenzo happy, so I decided to be a good boy and help Mario to get comfortable and happy in our house, never talking back or being unpolite with him. The plan was simple: Lorenzo ordered a pizza for him and Mario, and a salad with grilled fish for Rafa and I because he wanted to fuck us. He said that he would breed Mario first, than alternate between Rafa and I, and give his second load for us. All perfect! I wasn’t jealous at all, Rafa was a little uncomfortable at first, but he relaxed and was happy to be with Mario for the first time. Mario was also happy, we were having a good time, it was all good.

Then the pizza boy arrived and we had drama! The boy from UberEats arrived on a bike and he was such a young pretty faggot, I think we could be great friends. I answered the door to get the food, Lorenzo was cuddling with Mario on the couch and Rafa was in the kitchen getting some plates. The boy apologized to me and said that he had brought lime iced tea instead of peach, and told me that he could go back to the restaurant or just give the wrong us to us. We know how exhausting this job is, so I told him that it was fine. I was 100% sure that my perfect King Lorenzo wouldn’t want the boy to go all the way back riding a bike just because of a wrong drink. But still, I don’t think it is my role to make decisions, so I opened a smile to the boy and said “let me just double-check because I am not the man of the house”, the boy (I am sure he was a faggot like us!) chuckled as well. Since Lorenzo and Mario could hear me from the living room, Lorenzo approached the door and I said “you see? this is the man of the house hahaha” Lorenzo also laughed, held me by the hips, and told the boy that everything was fine, and gave a really generous tip for the sweet boy, who was really happy.

We got the food, Rafa set the table, we all ate, and everything was going perfectly fine. But I noticed that Mario wasn’t as talkative as he was before. Lorenzo than said “everything ok with you, baby?” OMG Sam, I wasn’t expecting at all!! Mario did not turn to Lorenzo, but he turned to me and said “I think you forgot that there are two Men in this house now, Gio”. What should I do??? Omg Sam, I was making such a huge effort to have a special night with my brother, my King, and his boyfriend, but when he asked me that I felt that I was ruining our night. I didn’t know who I should answer in that moment, so my reaction was: looking at my Master Lorenzo, but saying “I’m really sorry, I was just joking with the guy because I think he is a faggot too” Then Mario said “I know you were joking, but you need to get used to how things are in this house now, Lorenzo and I are together, you are our faggot” Before I could answer, my perfect King just said “enough, Mario” and Mario said “I am just trying to clarify our expectations here”, and my perfect King defended me and said “well, my expectation is that you will respect Gio, you know he did not mean to offend you, he is just used to seeing me as his superior. I love you Mario, and I want this throuple to work, but you need to take it easy, nobody here is questioning your manhood, alright? Now relax, finish your food and let’s go to the bedroom because I’m getting horny”

Rafa and I cleaned the table while Lorenzo and Mario went to the room. When my brother and I came back to the room, Mario was already sucking his cock. Then our King said “Rafa, join Mario and come here suck my balls, Gio come here on my shoulder” So they started a double blowjob on his hard cock and he started to kiss my face and my mouth and he said “you know how special you are, right? you know I really love you” I felt so special Sam!! It was amazing <3 then the best part: Lorenzo told me and Rafa to stay in bed with him and just watch, then he took Mario in missionary position, opened his legs, and put his big dick all the way balls deep inside Mario’s pussy. Then Lorenzo looked at me and Rafa and said “so boys, pay attention and decide who is the Man of the house, ok?” He opened a smile, kissed Mario in his lips and started saying romantic things like “you’re so pretty, I love your pussy, it’s so warm” but then he was banging really hard and said “if you wanna be the Man of my house, open this fucking pussy to me! This pussy is mine and only mine” Mario didn’t say anything but he was touching his clit while Lorenzo fucked and moaning really loud. I was so happy to see my Master banging Mario and showing that there is only one Man in the house!! But then out of a sudden Lorenzo stopped fucking and just stayed still for around 5 seconds, Mario was getting close, so he asked Lorenzo “what happened? did you cum? don’t stop, I getting close” Then my perfect Master was sooooo great and said “don’t you want to be the Man of the house? I don’t think I need to fuck you anymore, I should give my dick to my boys” OMG Sam, it was soooo great to see Mario’s face, but he didn’t get upset because Lorenzo was smiling and saying it in a playful way, Mario chuckled and said “shut up and fuck me, please” and opened a smile. Then Lorenzo said “that’s much better, give this pussy to me, baby” and he fucked Mario REALLY hard, I could tell that he was fucking much harder than he usually does, Mario had a big orgasm (I still struggle to understand how his orgasm works with a pussy) and Lorenzo came deep inside of him, and it was soooo sexy when he said “open this pussy to me, I’m gonna cum deep inside and breed you right now, give it to me!!”

Lorenzo was all sweaty and Mario was too, but Mario doesn’t like when Lorenzo bathes him like he does with the fags of the house, so Lorenzo said “wanna go take a shower first, baby?” and Mario was so relaxed and happy and said “yeah, I’ll be right back”, then Lorenzo told me and Rafa to worship his armpits, one on each side and he kept saying things like “these are my amazing boys, I love you boys, you’re the best”, then he turned to me and said “how are you feeling, honey? If Mario treats you badly, tell me immediately, ok? you’re my special boy” I felt so safe and happy! We kept worshipping our King for around 30 minutes, Mario came back from the shower and Lorenzo was hard again. And he told us to do a new position that I loved!! Mario sat on his face and Lorenzo literally fucked his pussy with his big tongue, Mario was riding his face like crazy, and Rafa and I should do a little game alternating on his cock: I put it inside and bounced balls deep 5 times, than Rafa did 5 times, then I did 10 times, Rafa did 10 times, then I did 15, Rafa did 15 and so on, whoever makes the King cum first wins the game. When I rode him moving my hips up and down 20 times, he shot a big load inside of me, Mario had another orgasm touching his clit  with Lorenzo’s tongue in his pussy, and we were all really happy!!

Today we spent the morning together and had sex again before Mario and Rafa went back to their homes, Lorenzo spent a romantic afternoon with me cuddling and watching movies. I really loved to see his attitude with Mario yesterday, very respectful and polite with his new boyfriend, but always protecting me and making sure nobody treats me badly.

I am much more comfortable with Mario now, this morning Lorenzo told him to apologize, and he said sorry to me, and then he said that it was a really hard transition for him so he feels the need to reaffirm his masculinity all the time. Papi Lorenzo said “I know my love, you are a Man and will always and forever be a Man, I will always respect that about you, but it doesn’t give you the right to talk to Gio like you did yesterday. If you love me, you must love Gio as well, he is my precious and perfect boy, I brought him and his mother from abroad just to be with me, so I want you boys to be friends, do you understand?” Mario agreed and said sorry to me, said that sometimes is difficult to deal with his feelings (he is taking testosterone so I guess it’s normal that his feelings are a little crazy now) I said “of course Mario, I want to be your friend and be a happy family!” Mario is studying more about hierarchy and trying to understand his place (I still don’t think he’s a God Alpha at all, but I will not interfere in this, it’s up to my Master do decide what Mario is)

That’s it Sam! I ate fish, I took a nice load in my ass, and papi protected me = a perfect weekend! I love you a lot, brother!!!!

BRAVO!!!

I just KNEW Master Lorenzo would find a way to address Mario’s insulting behavior, and he did it masterfully and with supreme control! This is the best way a God Alpha can reassert his absolute authority over inferiors … yes, inferiors, including Mario!

I don’t care what anybody says. There’s NO WAY a FTM transsexual is equal to a natural-born Alpha like Master Lorenzo. Why? Because MARIO GETS FUCKED.

Call me transphobic or whatever … I don’t care. I know the truth. And I will never be knocked off this hill.

I have nothing but endless praise for my adorable brother Giovanni. He’s the epitome of perfect faggot behavior and service. Even when insulted, he (like Mika recently) kept quiet and waited for his Master to rescue him.

And boy, did Master Lorenzo ever redeem Gio! The only thing missing from that ending was a soaring score by John Williams. What Master Lorenzo did last night is exactly why Mario cannot ever be his equal. Master Lorenzo sees all, judges fairly, and acts decisively. There is nobody who can check his hand in his Kingdom. He is the ultimate authority, and they all kneel before him – even Mario.

I have a feeling Mario is going to cause more issues, but I’m also confident Master Lorenzo will deal with it with wisdom and power.

Little Giovanni, keep serving with inspiration and joy! Your Master loves you, and so do I!

Always,

sam the faggot

Declan came home and saw my chores weren’t done.
That was all it took.

No yelling. No discussion. Just calm, firm control.
I was corrected, and when I came back in, he detained me.

Hooded. Shackled. Lifted and locked helpless inside the cage while he went about his night like nothing was wrong. Total power. Total calm. Total ownership.

What happened next and how the night ended shows the real total power exchange.

Our lives are often completely normal at times, just a real boyfriend relationship.
But that can change quickly, and I’m reminded exactly where I belong.

We film as much as we can, but this isn’t pretend or role-play.
This is real life for us.

What you’re seeing is genuinely how we live.

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling a gay marriage that has blossomed into a hierarchical union between a faggot named Dean and his husband. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Accepting Hierarchical truth is one of the most fundamental things we ever do as males. That acceptance informs everything we understand about ourselves, our needs, and our purpose. It also defines how we interact with other Men.

Nowhere is this more true than in a marriage between two Men. One must take the lead, and the other must submit and serve that leadership. It’s simply unavoidable. Even in an Alpha couple, one will most often take headship over the other. It’s the way of Nature itself.

This was the issue when a faggot named Dean wrote to me a few months ago. His six-year marriage was falling apart, his husband literally packing his bags when an Alpha rage overtook him and he essentially raped Dean. This reassertion of his dominance realigned their relationship for the better. You can read that account by following the link above.

Now Dean returns with an interesting new development. Read on:

Sam, I don’t know if you remember my story from a few months ago on how me and my husband saved our marriage by accepting our natural roles in the hierarchy. I thought that you could be interested in an update, since it is thanks to your hierarchical truth that we are still together after all.

As I mentioned, soon after I accepted that I was a faggot I started serving him sexually and my husband didn’t allow me to come. Initially this arrangement was very satisfying for the both of us, but being used to get off regularly for years, I started to feel the urge to masturbate when he was not at home (I know that hiding it from my husband was terrible and I still regret it every single day!).

One day he came home early and he found me with my hand around my erect dicklet. Oh Sam, I can still remember his face of disgust! He was very angry and he almost left me. I got on my knees and pleaded for him to stay, promising that I would follow every rule from now on. I think he understood that I was still a newly born faggot and forgave me, but he also made very clear that he could not trust my word anymore. He said: “if you are going to behave like a bad boy, I will treat you like one”. From this point he forced me to get in a chastity case and he put those pet cameras around the house to watch me through an app on his phone.

Things are going very well now! The chastity cage really helped me control my old urges and made me realise that my clit is no longer my sexual organ. I also feel my husband’s presence through the cameras at all time, and he likes to speak through them to order me to take my clothes off or assume position at random times during the day. I feel so lucky and I would not change it for anything!

love,

Dean

Wow, that’s awesome!

I love how thoroughly Dean’s husband has embraced his Alphahood! Can it ever be denied? These powerful Men are BORN to dominate and be served/worshiped! He was living the lie of equality for YEARS until he simply couldn’t take it any longer. But his rape (I’m using the term purposefully) of Dean was most useful in helping him reassert his Alphahood and embrace his true purpose!

So now we can see how that event has progressed as both Dean and his husband have more fully accepted their proper roles!

I love how forcefully Dean’s husband asserted control over Dean’s secret masturbation! To some Alphas, a faggot masturbating is a form of infidelity. To all Alphas, a faggot masturbating is a sign of disrespect to the natural order. MEN masturbate if they choose to, but faggots are not Men and do not deserve such privileges. Such an act is an affront to the glory of Men and to the sacredness of cock.

So he put Dean in chastity – something he was trusting that Dean wouldn’t need – and that has made all the difference!

As I’ve said about chastity ever since I started experiencing it myself, the device clarifies your mind and purpose. It helps a faggot more deeply connect to its submission, and helps to achieve perpetual subspace. I think Dean more fully understands what I mean!

I’ve heard some over the years complain that the Alpha/faggot dynamic has no place in a marriage, that marriage should be made of mutual respect.

But what could be more respectful than to acknowledge the intrinsic purpose of yourself and your partner? We gain respect and fulfillment from our partner when we fulfill our purpose and allow them to fulfill theirs.

To those uneducated in Hierarchical dynamics, Dean’s rape by his husband might seem horrifying, the opposite of respect. But look what it has wrought! It was exactly what was needed to reset their relationship into what Nature had intended all along!

Thank you for updating, Dean!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the dominance of a straight Alpha named Josh, his wife Ashley, and their ownership of a personal faggot!  CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I really love having discussions with powerful, intelligent Alphas like Master Josh. To watch him carefully embrace each step toward his eventual destiny as a God Alpha is, in itself, a kind of reward to a faggot like me. He’s been truly blessed to have a strong, secure wife like Ashley as he grows in power and glory. They work well as a team, each one discovering truths about themselves and each other through the shared hierarchical experience of faggot ownership.

Not long ago Master Josh started a conversation regarding findom. Master Josh makes great money by himself, and like most respectable Alphas he’s averse to taking money from faggots. However I, despite my own reservations about findom, think it can be a pathway to some greater level of power.

So this past weekend while Master Josh’s new faggot Jake was naked in the garage individually polishing Master Josh’s golf clubs, Master took some time to approach the subject once again.

I saw your mention of cashmasters, which reminds me of a question. Jake comes from a very wealthy family — who would be humiliated that it’s serving me and Ashley, a middle class couple. It has asked to pay our monthly mortgage several times. Ashley thinks we should let it, but something about it feels wrong to me. I don’t need some fag to pay my bills. Maybe you can convince me to reconsider? It seems like you have mixed feelings on findom.

So immediately I got excited to see the possibilities for Master Josh’s growth, while also providing joy to my fag brother Jake for this new avenue of service. I told him that accepting financial tribute like mortgage payments from an owned faggot is not at all humiliating for an Alpha. I likened it to a King accepting tributes from his subjects, a perfectly acceptable form of worship since the beginning of kingdoms on the Earth. I also told him that his faggot has much more than it’ll ever need, and it desperately wants to do all it can to please its Master. I needed Master Josh to understand that allowing his faggot to pay his mortgage is actually a reward for the faggot (weird, I know, but that’s how we’re wired).

So then I get this succinct message:

We allowed him to start paying our mortgage as you suggested.

A Man of few impactful words!

After that, Master Josh allowed Ashley to write to me. I was glad to speak to her (girl to girl LOL) about Master Josh’s decision to accept their faggot’s money. I asked Ashley if she was happy about the new financial arrangement, and Ashley had this to say about the new faggot:

OMG. Yes!!! Thank you!! He’s so stubborn sometimes. I was like, this guy wants to help us pay for things and has the money. I tried to convince him that he was giving “Jake” way more than “Jake” could ever pay us. I did tell “Jake” that he has to work with his accountant to find some way that we don’t get hit with a surprise tax bill at the end of the year, or that his payments have to be increased enough to cover it. Anyway, this was just the first month, so he’s working on that and will have an answer in no more than two weeks. I just couldn’t understand why we wouldn’t let him make our lives more comfortable.

And you have no idea! The change has been amazing! “Jake” is so much more dedicated than “Aaron” ever was. “Aaron” was actually here at the house more hours, but “Jake” gets so much more done for us. I think “Aaron” was only thinking of when the next time he could give a blowjob or get fucked was. “Jake” actually wants to serve us. And yes, we have to punish “Jake” too, but he doesn’t bitch about it like the other one did.

He’s working on our laundry now without me even asking.

“Josh” is SOOOO sexy. He works out a lot so he has a great body. I love his masculine smell…I know that may sound weird, but after the gym he smells so good and musky. Oh and he has a great cock :). I love his weird sarcastic sense of humor. At first when we were dating, I thought it was mean, but he was just being funny. He’s an amazing provider and prides himself in taking care of me. 

I think if more straight Alphas had supportive women like Ashley in their lives, more of them would happily own faggots. Ashley sees the larger truth of Hierarchy, and she yields to it rather than jealously fight it. She sees her Alpha husband growing in power thanks to faggot ownership, and it turns her on.

Their situation is incredibly unique. This straight couple has drawn closer together through faggot ownership, sharing use of the faggot and collaborating in its growth and discipline. It’s quite fascinating, honestly. I can only imagine what it would be like to have more straight couples learn from their example and embrace faggot ownership!

I thank Master Josh and Ashley for continuing to lead by example as well as share their experiences with us!

Always,

sam the faggot

Hi Sam! I am a faggot that served a Brazilian Alpha for some months named Thiago. He has a huge cock that I found challenging to take at first, but over time He managed to shape my insides to his cock. Last month, I noticed that my hole had become looser due to all the stretching and it now looked like a slit with swollen edges, mimicking a vagina. I got very excited because I immediately recognised it as the boy pussy that you talk about in your website. However, I noticed that Thiago gradually called me less and less to fuck me and when I asked him if something was wrong, he confessed that my pussy was not satisfying him anymore. He assured me that he was very attracted to my boy pussy externally, but that it was not tight enough for him anymore. He told me that he is known by other faggots as the “Pussy Maker” and that most slaves served him to get it. I respected his wishes, of course, but I feel sad. I am scared that other Alphas will see me as “used” or “broken” and that my pussy will not be as tight as they expect. Do you have any advice for me?

Thank you for the question, brother!

Wow, it sounds like Master Thiago had one monstrous cock! Was it really called the “Pussy Maker” or the “Pussy SPLITTER”? I’ve heard about the giant cocks in Brazil, but your letter has caused me to book a flight there.

But yes, proper fucking by larger Alpha cocks can cause our holes to transform into vagina-like openings that I call “Boy Pussy”. It’s pretty amazing, honestly. It’s like our bodies know to do this.

I’m sorry Master Thiago acted that way, but it’s pretty common for Alpha breeders like him to move on after a while. I’m sure his blunt assessment of your pussy hurt you, which is a shame given the fact that it was his cock that loosened it!

As an advice, I want to introduce you to Kegels for faggots: “anal breathing”. This creepy gay doctor from the ’90s named Joe Kramer pushed this method for strengthening the muscles of the anus. I was doing a form of this naturally after I started getting fucked, and then I saw this video and realized I was doing it right.

The anus has a web of muscle surrounding our hole to control what goes in or out. Like any muscle, it can be worked out and strengthened.

Here is the video I’ve had stored on my computer for ages. It teaches several exercises that should help to tighten your sphincter:

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While it wasn’t the case with my first Alpha, most young Alphas first experience their Alphahood and the ownership of faggots through foot worship.

It’s easy, mostly non-sexual, and powerful. It definitely leaves a lifetime impression on their development!

Sucking dick from the side (like when giving car head) can be tricky.

It’s all about angles.

Notice how natural born cocksucker @shy_throat does it properly, coming in at an angle that allows the cock to easily slide into his throat!

A +++

This is a pretty beautiful video of @pup_mut being worshiped by his faggot out in public.

People don’t care because ultimately they all understand. Hierarchy is natural.

Some males are born to be worshiped,
Other males are born to submit.

Hierarchy 298 – The Seven Deadly Sins Of Faghood

Seven things fags should avoid!

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