There are few Masters as rough with faggots as Master Niko (@sucknik0 on X). He summarizes his perspective clearly:
Some Alphas need to use faggots this way, and it’s our job as faggots to endure it and build appreciation for our role in this. It’s what we were born to do, just as he is doing what he was born to do!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This is a continuation of PART ONE of this story which you can read by CLICKING HERE!
After Fabien told me about the Alpha Pack party, I responded this way:
I’m honestly a little surprised you weren’t used sexually during that party or after by Master Anthony or one of his Alpha Pack. Of course they wouldn’t dare use his faggot without permission. But this sexual service is coming. Be ready.
Well Master Anthony moves about as fast as my mind can predict this stuff, but only a couple of hours after sending that email to Fabien, I received a startling (though not unexpected) reply:
Brother sam, are you a seer or something ?
When I entered Anthony’s room to serve his breakfast, he was already half awake and was very pleased. I put the tray on his lap and massaged his feet while he ate. When he was done, he put the tray aside and told me out of the blue: “That was well done! I think you have earned your own breakfast now!” He took off his blanket, snapped his fingers and pointed his morning wood.
His cock was impressive! Of course I knew what to do, but I had never had a dick in my mouth before, so I’m afraid I was not very good at it. I choked a couple of time, but Anthony grabbed my head to press it and force my moves. He was moaning “Good, very good, that’s a good boy, that’s a good boy who likes to please me” and so on. After he came, he gave me a little slap and said “Swallow it all, boy. You’re gonna learn to love my cock”. I could barely speak, but after I swallowed his cum, I managed to say “Thank you, Sir”. With his smug face I love so much, he said: “Good boy. Now go serve breakfast to my bros in the guest room. The guys on the couch can have leftovers if there are any.”
I served the young hunks in my bedroom a substantial breakfast to make sure the other two in the living room had some left over.
They all left for the afternoon, Anthony instructed me to clean the flat. I can’t help but notice he referred to my bedroom as the “guest room”. I wonder if this augurs anything.
First of all, I applaud Fabien for sleeping on the kitchen floor all night and then thinking, not of his own discomfort, but rather to make breakfast for the four Kings sleeping in his place! He also did right to serve Master Anthony first after correctly identifying that he’s the leader of the Pack.
But it’s Master Anthony who is the real surprise. As far as I know he’s a straight Alpha, but he’s so turned on by the fact that his power has claimed a faggot that he couldn’t help but feed Fabien his cock!
Already we see in Master Anthony a great power arising. He’s already an incredible Owner, better at it than most Alphas 2-3 times his age. Notice the commendation and encouragement Master Anthony gave Fabien while he sucked his cock! Also notice how Master Anthony gave firm but affectionate guidance when Fabien was struggling!
I was just as blown away by Master Anthony’s control of the situation after being pleased, giving direct orders to Fabien about the distribution of food to the other Alphas and the cleaning later. Again, Master Anthony is just 21 years old! Do you think they teach Alpha classes in school in France, or do you think maybe it’s something natural to truly powerful Alphas?
A bit later I received this incredible update:
Anthony came back alone at the end of the afternoon. I went to take and hang up his coat and then I knelt and kissed his shoes. He said “Nice one. Stay on your knees” and began to unzip his pants, then grabbed my head. He face-fucked me and had me swallow his cum, while we stared in each other’s eyes.
After swallowing, I said “Thank you, Master”. It was the first time I called him Master and it clearly turned him on. He gently slapped my face with his dick and said “Very good boy. And if I am your Master, what are you?” I bowed my head and said “I am your slave, Master.” He ran his hand through my hair and went to sit on the sofa. “Nice boy. Go fetch me a beer and massage my feet, slave.”
I’m sending you this mail before going to do the dishes while he’s playing video games. I feel so happy when he enjoys his time while I work for him.
This episode is a masterpiece of Hierarchical truth and fulfillment. I don’t know enough about Master Anthony (yet) to know if he’s ever owned/used fags before, but even if he has he has incredible instincts at such a young age!
But my brother Fabien is just as impressive to me. He thought he was getting a roommate to share expenses, but instead he has found a younger Master who will change everything about his life and finally give him true purpose! And here’s the thing: Fabien is running toward it, not away from it! He knows he was born to be at the feet of a gorgeous young Alpha like Master Anthony!
If you didn’t believe it before, believe it now: HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the conversion and ownership of former Master Bruno into a faggot by powerful Master Juan. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Following the startling recent admission by Bruno that he is actually a faggot and serving the Alpha who claimed him, I wondered if I might hear from this Alpha, a bold hunter named Master Juan.
Then he did message me! It was thrilling to read Master Juan’s forceful, intentional descriptions of how he views Bruno and faggots in general. He’s clearly dominant and fearless. I was comforted that Bruno was in good hands during his journey into faghood.
Master Juan sent me a letter today with a question about chastity. I thought it might be instructive given how many of you also yearn to be caged.
Master wrote:
After some months with me, Bruno woke up this morning in my arms and, as usually, sucked my dick and swallowed my cum. I always make sure that the first thing he tastes in the morning before breakfast is my cock, balls and my cum.
However, this time he started kissing and licking my armpits after I fed him with my cum. I didn’t tell him to do so but I liked how it felt. While he worshiped my armpits, he asked me if I could cage him. He said that he’s not sure yet but he wants to try. I’ve never done it before with a boy but I’d like to try. Bruno himself did it with the Brazilian bottom he used to fuck but now he wants to be the caged boy.
I really like Bruno and treat him like a bottom boyfriend. So while I want him to be more and more submissive I don’t want the cage to scare him away from me. Any thoughts on that?
I can see Bruno absolutely starving while devouring Master’s armpits, hungering for every last bit of his flesh! Faggots in subspace get voracious like that!
The issue of chastity didn’t surprise me much. Bruno was excited by chastity when he caged Giovanni as a “Master”, so it seemed logical that Bruno’s thoughts would now turn toward it as a faggot.
I had some specific thoughts on this, so I was glad Master Juan asked me. Here was my response:
You shouldn’t fear caging Bruno. Many faggots yearn for this kind of restriction, which acts as a sort of non-surgical negation of their useless genitals. In my experience, the yearning for chastity intensifies the more a faggot submits internally to a Master. So it’s a good sign that Bruno wants this.
I was never caged during most of my career as an owned faggot; the straight Alphas I served never felt it was necessary. However, about three years ago I had met some incredibly powerful Alphas, and just due to their overwhelming power I began to feel such shame at being free that I caged myself. I could no longer dishonor Men by being free.
Chastity changed my life.
I could feel deeper levels of submission and awareness of my place in chastity. It made me appreciate the power of cock more. It made me a better faggot, as well as a better mentor to others.
I would suggest you try it Master. It’s easily reversed. Many Alphas use caging as a way to intimately bond with their faggots. They make a whole ceremony out of it. This helps the faggot view its chastity as something special.
My view of chastity for faggots has totally changed over the years. Once upon a time I saw no need for it. Now, I think it’s critical.
Much of that comes from my own chastity journey, which lasted over two years. Sadly, I had to come out of chastity for my incarceration, and I’ve missed it every day. I’m more ashamed of being in here without chastity than I am of any so-called crime.
I guess this might be coloring my opinion here, but I would really love it if Master Juan gave his faggot this gift of chastity. It could be a moment between them, a Man and his faggot, that could solidify their bond and deepen their appreciation for one another.
Few phrases uttered by Alphas cause such intense feelings of submission and devotion in faggots like simply saying “Good Boy”. Why is this?
The phrase is commonly used by pet owners as a way to reward/encourage good behaviors in their animals. You rub the head of your dog and say “good boy!” and the dog’s tail wags excitedly because it knows it pleased its Master.
The illustration is appropriate. Faggots are very much like dogs to Alphas.
Whenever an Alpha assigns a faggot a task, it is like an Owner demanding that his dog “sit” or “stay” or “heel”. And like any dog Owner, an Alpha expects his faggot to obey. When the faggot does obey or even exceeds expectations, it’s appropriate to tell the faggot “good boy”. This reinforces good behavior while simultaneously diminishing the faggot and relegating it to a status like a kept animal.
It’s important to reinforce a faggot’s inferior state. If a faggot isn’t constantly reminded of its inferiority, then it eventually loses focus and begins to resist training. Telling a faggot “good boy” is an affectionate, encouraging way to reinforce its inferiority.
Any Alphas I’ve ever interviewed have always told me the same thing, that telling their faggots “good boy” makes their faggots serve with much more enthusiasm and dedication. They see their faggots light up when they’re called by that phrase.
Of course, an Alpha can get the same effect on a faggot by saying “good faggot”, but “good boy” has an additional layer of affection that endears an Alpha to his faggot, bonding them in a more personal way. Some Alphas may not want a close relationship of that type with their faggots, so I’d recommend that they steer clear of saying “good boy” to them.
But to the Alphas who would like a stronger emotional hold on their faggots, the term “good boy” is the best of both worlds; it properly diminishes the faggot while rewarding it with attention.
Just like a pet dog.
(By the way, I made the graphic above and put it on a tee-shirt. It would look good on a lot of good faggots out there! You can check it out and buy it by CLICKING HERE!)
A couple of days ago a faggot who was contemplating chastity asked me about what it was like day-to-day while wearing a chastity cage. I felt that such a subject was worthy of a larger and more developed post, especially given how much I’ve been preaching the use of chastity on faggots.
I’ve never been caged by a Master before (I self-locked in 2001), but the faggots I’ve coached through being caged by an Alpha went through a broad range of emotions. There’s a first rush of humility and gratitude, mixed with anxiety. Over the course of a couple of weeks, anxiety increases, along with a growing resistance and rebellion against the cage.
This process is important. A faggot needs to go through this in order to fully accept the end of its autonomous life. The struggle is a kind of death rattle of the faggot’s masculinity. And once the faggot works through that, acceptance settles in and its true purpose becomes as clear and as focused as its eyesight.
For self-locking faggots like me, this process happens first, eventually making chastity unavoidable as the weight of guilt becomes too great to bear.
Daily chastity means sitting down to pee. It means never experiencing a full erection or an orgasm like a Man. It means the faggot must be especially vigilant with cleaning its cage and shriveled genitalia. It means embracing a eunuch’s life, one without the possibility of children or any of those other heteronormative tropes that faggots often hide behind.
But what replaces the losses the faggot suffers is something deeper and more profound. Every second of every day the chastity cage reminds the faggot of its separateness from the other Men around it. It forces the faggot into a low-level hum of subspace, helping the faggot to be naturally more submissive and respectful of all Men.
Most importantly, the faggot finally understands its purpose more clearly than it ever imagined it could. The cage reminds the faggot that it is the possession of a Man and, by extension, all Men.
One of the most common questions faggots pose about chastity involves shrinkage. Is it permanent? The answer is, sadly, no. If left unlocked, the faggot’s penis will eventually return to its pathetic original shape more or less (mostly less).
However, time in the cage leaves lasting impressions on the faggot’s subconscious that last a lifetime. A lifetime hopefully spent in service!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of Master Jin, a straight Korean Alpha who first learned about the ownership of faggots when he learned his college roommate Chin was a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Needless to say, Alpha Jin absolutely loved using his faggot roommate’s mouth for the first time, and he was eager to pump more cum down its throat. So the following day, he resolved to get more head from his faggot.
When the faggot returned to their apartment the following day, Alpha Jin calmly stated, “Time for a feeding, faggot.” However, the faggot ignored the command and went to its room.
Bad idea. Alpha Jin stormed into the faggot’s room, grabbed it by the arm, and pulled it into the living room. “Get on your knees!” barked Alpha Jin, and the faggot obeyed.
“This is what you are to do every time I tell you it’s feeding time, understand?” commanded Alpha Jin. The faggot nodded meekly. Then Alpha Jin proceeded to rape the faggot’s throat aggressively, just to emphasize the point.
And when it came time for Alpha Jin to blow his load, he made sure the faggot knew it needed to swallow his entire load. And sure enough, every last drop of his Alpha cum was swallowed by the faggot this time – not a drop wasted!
Still, Alpha Jin was frustrated. The faggot was constantly playing with its pee-pee while it was supposed to be focused on its Owner’s cock. As a Straight Alpha, this sight was completely disrespectful and bothersome.
So Alpha Jin asked me what to do about this problem, and I, of course, recommended a chastity cage. I even suggested that Alpha Jin buy a cage and then use it as a threat first, just to see if that would motivate the faggot to train itself. Alpha Jin was intrigued by this new idea.
But the faggot was less than thrilled. It came home to find Alpha Jin looking online for chastity cages. There was an “oh fuck” moment flashing through the faggot’s mind as it quickly realized that its life was about to change.
“Give me your credit card, faggot,” said Alpha Jin calmly, “I want to buy one of these for you.” With that, the faggot flew into a hissy fit, refused to obey, and locked itself in its room.
Mustering the kind of knowing patience only true Alphas can muster, Alpha Jin waited and continued to browse for options online. Then, after a while, he heard the faggot’s door open.
The faggot walked into the room and handed Alpha Jin its credit card. It will be caged by the end of the weekend.
This is part of a thread chronicling Master Con, a young Alpha in university in the UK. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
It’s rare to meet a young Alpha who is mature enough and so focused on slave ownership like Master Con (@masterconfeet on X). Since I wrote about him, he’s been inundated with starving faggots eager to serve him.
And he’s only too happy to oblige!
He wrote this to me:
Hey boy, since you posted that last post about Tommy, I’ve had lots of new faggots get in contact with me through Twitter, offering themselves up, even Fags wanted to be shipped as cargo from America. I will talk to almost all Fags and slaves, but naturally, am selective of the items I take as property, however I have taken an older slave as my newest item. It struck me how eager it was to please, offering his house, body and life to me, after feeling a void left by it’s need to serve. As I write this now, the faggot is eagerly deepthroating my dick, wearing its new collar, cock cage and restraints. It has already cleaned my place, made my food, waited on my drinks, served me in a variety of sexual ways and it still wants to serve. It will be stored in a cage soon, so it is used to being stored. This is a reward of a so called alpha. Who uses a fag for a while and then ditched it, for a true alpha like me to come and claim, this fag may well become one of my live in items, a fuck toy, foot worshiper, cleaner, item in the kitchen, even a human urinal. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what I want from these faggots and slaves, for the long term and have become more and more interested in claiming a faggot to be either a slave boyfriend, or take a boiwife role. The idea of having a cute little slut in my bed cuddled up to me, that I can grab by the hair and choke on my dick whenever is fucking appealing, even more so taking it to my family, it knowing it’s owned, but no one else does. My view on this slave/master dynamic is very different to most my age. I’ve no interest of being a muscle Dom, or a findom master who leaves Fags in poverty. I’m interested in owning faggots and slaves, long term or for life- that’s the best gift that a slave gives to its master. And it is a gift, not a right. A slave realises that your a true alpha Dom and GIVES itself to you, it’s owner. That said, if a slave was to tribute, I wouldn’t decline, but it’s not something I go out of my way to look for. I much prefer using it physically. The fag I have here is cleaning my balls now, having swallowed his third consecutive load, and I have this urge to own more property, and definitely a slave bf/boiwife.
Amazing!
Many so-called Alphas are playing games online and have no intention of taking more than just money from faggots. Master Con, on the other hand, is the real thing. He’s becoming the owner of actual faggot property, and his life is richer for it!
This is part of a thread chronicling Master Con, a young Alpha in university in the UK. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I received a few responses from my post regarding faggot auctions (prompting last night’s drunken podcast), but none of the responses were as vivid as the one I received from a young Alpha in the UK who calls himself Master Con. It seems that he owns a couple of faggots already through the hunt/capture method, but after that post about auctions he’s thinking he might like to stock his stable with some paid-for faggots.
He wrote this:
Hi boy,
an interesting reply. The fish may well taste better when you catch it, but in this instance I would expect a trained slave for a nice sum of money, which would be further reinforced with its buyer’s training.
I want one. I would very much anticipate a slave being bought at auction in the USA, for example, and being shipped as cargo to the UK will be better submissive because it depends on it’s master that degree more, escape is no good, it knows no-one.
I work for a UK airline, ambulance service and study at university full time, that’s a heck of a lot and I need slaves to take care of my needs. I don’t need to come home to a list of chores or dinner to cook, that’s their job whilst they massage my feet too.
Tommy, my current slave is good, but he studies at university in a different part of the country and I need a slave 24/7. I caught Tommy by being me. Coming home sweaty from the gym, a day at uni… whatever. Noticing him try to subtly sniff the air as I walked past, my gym gear going missing, my socks feeling a little wet (from where he’d been licking).
I always knew he was a fag, so I tried a less orthodox approach. I introduced another, nsa runt, to the mix. We’ll call him Jack. I knew Tommy was coming to my place around 4 ‘for some games’, so I got jack round at 3 and began throat fucking it. Tommy eventually came in to see me throatfucking jack on the sofa and it was like fate turned to reality. Tommy stripped, crawled over and started worshiping my feet whilst I pounded Jack’s throat. Tommy didn’t say a word, but that’s the moment when he became mine fully.
Not being content with that, I commanded Tommy to run Jacks ass. I had the intention on fucking it and Tommy was gonna be the tool to prepare the ass. Once it had slobbered over the ass enough, I locked Tommy in a cage and made him watch me mount/rape faggot Jack for a while whilst pumping multiple loads into it.
That withdrawal, not being used, ignorance was too much for Tommy. And that day onward he’s been my total fag since, when he is here away from uni.
I’m already in the process of acquiring a new item, but I want to pay for one too, to see the difference and grow my stable of only the best runts in the world.
First of all, this is pretty advanced faggot manipulation for a college Alpha! Is there a class Alphas take to learn these effective faggot enslavement techniques, or is it just pure nature? Regardless, Master Con’s plan worked perfectly, simultaneously humiliating and exciting the faggot (the secret sauce) and forcing it to fully submit!
This is an interesting test Master Con proposes as well. Of course, any purchased faggot would need to be trained to Master Con’s specifications, but i would be curious if its pre-trained state would make it more pliable for more training, or more rebellious.
Given what I’ve learned about Master Con, I am thinking he’s more than capable of handling rebellious faggots!
Men like Master Con will never be satisfied with single-use or occasional-use faggots. He requires complete ownership and constant use in all areas of his life. And he deserves it.
I’ve been online teaching Hierarchical truth since June of 2015, so nearly ten years. And over that time I’ve been asked multiple times why I continue teaching these things, persevering through virtually obstacle imaginable.
My simple answer is this: Hierarchical truth gave me purpose and clarity and peace in my life, and as more and more people apply and embrace these truths they have the same results. So I’ve been convinced of the power of these fundamental truths, and the importance of giving back drives me forward.
And I have been blessed to be a part of significantly changing the lives of many, many people because I never gave up and I never forgot the truths I experienced and witnessed with my own eyes.
I received a very long, very detailed letter in my Questions inbox from a faggot brother yesterday, and he was asking about the future of Hierarchy in the wake of the left’s neutering of males through “wokeness” and the right’s hateful, Destroyer Alpha ideologies that reveal only insecurities. It’s an intriguing problem, one I gave considerable thought to over the last two years while I was incarcerated.
But first, let me share my brother’s remarkable letter:
Dear Sam,
I’m a longtime fan of your work who is finally reaching out to say thank you and pose some questions to you about hierarchy and its future.
First, thank you. Thank you for educating the world, including me. I first came across your content years ago on the old FWA site. There I was, sitting in an airport, waiting for my flight to arrive when I stumbled across FWA. My curiosity was piqued and not long thereafter I was hooked. It took some time, but I came to realize that I’m a faggot (albeit a rather prideful and rebellious one). At first there was some concern and cognitive dissonance—but the more I read and the more I reflected—the more I understood myself, my hunger to serve, and the bigger picture. That said, I have some thoughts and questions about hierarchy and the Alpha and fag communities.
My awakening as a faggot began when I was in college. I met two guys (a couple) who took my virginity. Yes, my first time was a threesome—and it was awesome. One had an absolutely life changing dick. Big. Thick. Uncut. He was a cocky motherfucker who knew his power and attraction. Our “hanging out” quickly escalated to me stroking his cock and then sucking it while his boyfriend fucked me. After a while of that, and after my virgin hole had been opened a bit, the bigger of the two then took me from behind and fucked me with his impressive manhood. I felt so good. So complete. But also afraid. Dirty even. There was a lot to process, but I knew I liked that feeling—of having a man inside of me. Of making him cum. Of using my body to bring him pleasure. I didn’t realize it then, but this obviously sowed the seeds of my descent into sub space.
Soon after, I started meeting more guys—some mediocre who just wanted a quick fuck—but some who were truly special, just like that first guy. They fucked with ferocity but also with purpose. They owned my minds as much as my body, and they did so in a way that exemplified masculine superiority. In hindsight, I now know these were true Alphas who I met along the way.
One, a frequent fuck buddy, was an older man in his 30s. He was hung, handsome, fit, and had a magnetic personality. I wanted to spend as much time in his presence as I could—and I did. He taught me how to properly sexually service men like him, but he always did so in a constructive and warm way. He was my first Protector Alpha. He was also the first Alpha who cunted me.
In my experience, everything you write about cunting is true. Here I am, more than 15 years later, and I still hunger for the way this Alpha fucked me. The way he used my holes for his pleasure and the pleasure of his friend he introduced me to. All these years later, I’m still that shy 18 year old college freshman getting railed by this absolute mountain of a man, and I still remember all of the life lessons he imparted upon me; recognizing my self worth and giving me confidence to be who I am.
I suppose you could say I was lucky because over the years I met other Alphas whom I served sexually. Most were Protectors, but all had the same intoxicating effect: overwhelming my senses, the euphoria of their attention and approval, drawing me closer to them and their power, making me submit. A handful cunted me, resulting in them similarly forever owning a part of my psyche. Your recent podcast about Alpha ascendancy reminded me of these life changing and treasured experiences.
That recent podcast also made me think about some things that concern me about hierarchy today. Maybe I’m jaded, but I can’t help but look around and see a landscape of posers, fakes, and opportunists parading themselves as “Alphas” but not knowing the first thing about what it means to be an Alpha. I see this a lot in the findom space. It’s hard for me—a very successful professional—to take these “Alphas” seriously or see them as anything but chumps who are asking for a handout. What is “Alpha” about extracting money from a faggot or a sub, someone who is already insignificant to begin with? What is “Alpha” about depending on the charity of another when you are supposed to be a leader of men?
Your recent podcast on ascendancy told listeners to take heed of our environment, of the Alpha-fag ecosystem and lifecycle. Yes, fags exist to serve Alphas, but Alphas also need fags, as well. A faggot is there for more than just spitting on or extracting money. It’s there to serve, to be taught, and to be led. But I don’t see much of the latter.
I look out on the world and see a tragic lack of Protector Alphas. It makes me sad to think that young and future faggots might not experience what I did because their only concept of service might be coughing up money for or being spit on by the people I describe above. It also worries me that an entire generation of Alphas is being lost to this performative and reductive idea of what superiority and true masculine leadership and excellence look like.
Do you think things are changing? If so, are they changing for the better? Or have I missed something, or perhaps am just jaded? Where have all the Protectors gone?
This brother’s letter is very much the kind of message I receive on a daily basis since my return from prison. Why is there such affection and loyalty to FWA (now Hierarchy University) and its message? BECAUSE IT WAS NEVER A FETISH SITE – IT PROVED ITSELF TO BE TELLING TRUTH. And that truth SET PEOPLE FREE and CHANGED LIVES.
Listen to the experiences of my brother. Notice how he recognized the ring of truth in what I was teaching, to the point that he couldn’t ignore it any longer. And when he applied that truth in his life, miraculous experiences changed his entire life and set him free!
Which leads me to one of my answers to my brother’s questions above: is Hierarchy being invalidated or diluted by the current state of the world and masculinity in general? NO. Hierarchy is as ancient as any principle in human society. It’s something we know from infancy, feel it in the air everywhere we go, and are always guided instinctively by its influence. The same hierarchical influence that caused males to submit and service gladiators in the Roman Empire still molds the minds of Men today. The only factor that really changes in the equation is how much will society allow the freedom to express it.
My brother brings up another, more sobering point: Alphas are in trouble. Radical ideological forces are shifting Alphas away from what I consider to be their absolutely intrinsic purpose: As Protector (or Builder) Alphas. The world of today is either teaching Alphas that everyone is equal, neutering their power to lead. The world of today is also teaching Alphas to be selfish and stupid, encouraging insecure and toxic Destroyer Alpha behaviors.
My brother mentions online financial domination as one of these toxic forces ruining Alphas, and I completely agree. Findom doesn’t teach true Hierarchy, but rather a cartoonish version of Alphahood that allows fakes and phonies to slip in and mislead others. In turn, these Alpha failures destroy genuine faggots misled by their corrupted masculinity. There are definitely true Alphas in findom, but they are often obscured by the loud, ignorant, and grotesque Destroyer Alphas poisoning the true water of Hierarchy.
Without great Protector Alphas providing clear-eyed, ethical leadership, human society is threatened. It becomes like a ship without a sturdy, reliable rudder, and it becomes vulnerable to crashing or capsizing.
The true Protector Alphas I’m describing – the ones I’ve served, as well as the ones I’ve described on this site – aren’t pussies or weak Men. Quite the contrary. They’re the ones who defend what is right, fight for the weak and the broken, and defend those they love from threats foreign and domestic. These are Men I would crawl on broken glass to serve and worship, and I know my faggot brother feels the same.
That said, I know there are true Protector Alphas truly worthy of devotion and worship. I don’t believe the current crisis of Masculinity will ever snuff out the true Kings. I say this because I know there are some around today, as there have always been. It’s simply a matter of these powerful Alpha Masters asserting themselves and forcing out the pretenders.
I’m really grateful to my brother for posing this issue, as well as his wonderful, strengthening endorsement of what I’m doing here. His life course and success as a faggot simply prove the truth of Hierarchy, and I’m so proud to serve alongside him!
Thank you, all!
Love,
sam the faggot
Many faggots struggle with a host of issues both physical as well as emotional. We are not like normal males; our general depravity and low self-esteem often manifests itself in poor eating habits and lack of exercise. These failures compound, leading to even more intense feelings of worthlessness.
Every so often I’m asked about this, but my advice on this topic is nothing but empty platitudes and shapeless encouragement. I say this because I know that the only way a faggot can overcome these types of issues is for the faggot to take actions within himself; my well wishes are of little benefit. I can’t do the work for anyone. Either a faggot takes action to help himself, or he doesn’t.
That’s why I was so grateful to receive the following message in my Questions From Readers inbox from an anonymous faggot regarding his lifelong struggles with obesity and body hair. He introduced his issues this way:
I was reading the website and found a question about a hairy faggot who didn’t want to shave. I wanna share my experience about this. I am sorry if this message gets too long but I really need to vent. I’ve been reading your website for years, and I’m so happy you’re back.
When I was 18, I was overweight and super hairy. I already knew I was a faggot and I would spend hours jerking off to porn dreaming about an Alpha and, most importantly, wishing that one day I would wake up as a smooth twink desired by men. The years went by and, when I was 23, I was finally brave enough to download Grindr. It was a total disaster. The vast majority of tops blocked me when I sent a picture and the very few who talked to me were other bottoms looking for bears, asking if I were a top.
A few months later, I met a guy at work who seemed to be nice. He wasn’t very in shape either but he was very confident and clearly an Alpha. I thought it would be easier to be with him since none of us were in shape. But an Alpha who is not in shape has NOTHING to do with a faggot who is not in shape. He was chubby, hairy, had an average dick, but he was very confident and always had someone serving him. I tried to approach him, unfortunately way before I knew about your work and the dynamics withing hierarchy. At first he was really kind to me, we went out for dinner a few times. But when I started to show him my submission, I told him that I was still a virgin and would do anything for him to be my first (I was around 25 by this moment). He said that he could take my virginity if I changed my appearance, then he sent photos of Brent Corrigan and Johnny Rapid, saying that he would fuck me if I looked like them.
I felt very offended and obviously stopped talking to him and even quit the job in order not to be with him again. I got into a deep deep deep depression, crying every single day, thinking that I would never lose my virginity, let along have someone who cares about me. On top of that, a few months later covid hit and my mother died during the pandemic. It was the worst time of my life because we only had each other in this world. I have always been an introvert and didn’t really have any friends, but I had one friend from work who encouraged me to start seeing an online therapist in 2021, after my mother passed away. Thanks to therapy, I noticed that I wasn’t suffering just because of my loss, but because I felt deep down that my mom was the only person who would ever see me beyond my appearance and care about me.
I think this faggot’s experience really reflects the desperation many feel for connection and and acceptance. Losing his mother during the pandemic was an unmooring for him, really forcing him to take an action he truly needed.
Notice what happened once the faggot began taking action and making changes:
The therapist was a wonderful guy, he encouraged me to do small things to uplift my self-steem like getting a better haircut, new clothes, etc. Little by little, I got out of depression and started to retrieve my professional life. One day the therapist told me that he understands very well my desire to have a dominant man in my life but not having one couldn’t be the end of the world. I knew he was gay and married to another man, but I then noticed that he was probably an owned faggot and understood how much I was suffering. Then he said that, since I hardly ever leave the house, I would never find someone, and would probably die a virgin if nothing changed. He suggested me to stop insisting on Grindr and similar hook-up apps because Tops on these apps are looking for an easy hole to cum, and the young smooth bottoms will always catch their attention. And so, he gave me a little task and told me download non-hook-up apps, such as Hinge and Bumble.
I didn’t want to do it at first, but I finally did it. During the first few months, nothing happened. I had just a few matches and usually the guys assumed I was a top because of my appearance. On my 30th birthday, I was quite depressed at home, feeling old and unattractive, when I received a notification from Hinge. I had a match with a 35 year old guy with a beautiful smile, and a confident look. We started talking and, when I said it was my birthday and I would spend the night by myself in my bedroom, he called me and we kept talking for hours. He insisted to take me out for dinner but I was to shy and afraid to accept. I fell asleep, and he texted me good morning on the next morning. He was a real gentleman. I talked to my therapist about him, showed his picture, and said that he was treating me too well to be true. Then my therapist said that I was expecting humiliation because of that guy from work who sent me twink pictures and told me that he wouldn’t fuck me.
I think every faggot understands the feeling this faggot was experiencing as he exposed himself to rejection. It’s at this point that many faggots retreat, afraid of getting hurt, exposed, vulnerable, or embarrassed.
But this faggot pressed on. Notice what happened then:
After a few weeks, I accepted his invitation to take me out for dinner. He was like a Disney prince, he picked up at my house, paid for the bill, and asked if I wanted to go back to his place. Again I was too scared of him looking at my body and dumping me, so I said I needed to go home. As soon as I arrive home, I texted him saying that we could be just friends because he wouldn’t like my body anyway. He said that this was not an issue for him, as long as I was a bottom. He said that the only deal breaker for him would be if he ever needed to bottom. I said that I would do anything he wants, and would always obey. When I said “always obey,” he asked if he good go back to my place on that same night. I was afraid of him leaving me, so I said yes.
Sam, I was literally panicking. I tried to text my therapist and ask for advice but it was too late in the night. When my Man arrived home, he started kissing me, and saying that I would never again feel ugly. I felt like a sex toy in his hands. He had complete control of anything, even my house became his house. He put me on my knees, told me to open my mouth, put out a beautiful and thick cock, and started fucking my throat without asking for permission. He was literally just giving orders, and I was obeying. He told me to undress and saw my whole body: fat, ugly, hairy. But that didn’t stop him from fucking my throat the whole night, and made me swallow three loads. He didn’t fuck my hole that night because I didn’t have any lube I wasn’t ready. To be honest, I didn’t even know how to prepare my hole for him. But I slept with three loads in my stomach and felt like the world’s luckiest faggot.
That happened 2 years ago. I am 32 now and we are still together. He was honest with me and said that he wasn’t very attracted to my ass but instead of humiliating me, he trained me to become his faggot. He shaved my ass with his own hands, and took my virginity when I was smooth. Then he told me to start shaving every week, and bought of the devices I needed to keep my face and body smooth. A few weeks after I sucked him for the first time, he bought two big dildos and told me to practice every night, he also enrolled me at the gym and hired a personal trainer to watch my diet.
Today is December 1, 2024. I lost 16 kg since 2022, my body is nice and smooth. My hole is ready for him to use 24/7 and my blowjob is as good as any sexy twinky porn star. I still have a long way to go to get in shape for my Master, but my self-esteem is 100x better. He literally saved my life, Sam. I was completely hopeless when we met each other. He saw a lonely depressed virgin faggot and immediately claimed me as his property, and turned a useless ugly faggot into a quite useful and loyal fag. Every other month I pay a super hot sex worker to come to our house, so my Master fucks this porn star as much as he wants. I think this is the least I can do after being literally rescued from a miserable life. And honestly this is his right as a God Alpha.
SUCCESS! As I’ve said countless times, there are great Alphas out there who instinctively know how to train faggots and build them up so they can become fulfilled and productive possessions. If you don’t believe me, believe HIM!
I get chills when I re-read this: “He literally saved my life, Sam.” Any Alphas reading this, please know that you can have this kind of truly dramatic effect on the faggots you claim!
The faggot concludes his experience this way:
I decided to tell you my story after reading this question about the hairy faggot because it really resonates with me. What I learned as 32 year old faggot is that FAGGOTS MUST MAKE AN EFFORT TO LOOK SEXY FOR THEIR MEN, BUT REAL PROTECTOR ALPHAS WILL SUPPORT US NO MATTER WHAT. Alphas are visual, this is their nature, and we can’t blame them for desiring young, good-looking, tight faggots. However, there are good alphas willing to train us, get us in shape, and use us. If there are any hopeless faggots reading this, please don’t give up, brother.
How can any faggot read that and not be inspired and encouraged?
I consider this one of the most important articles I’ve ever published, and I’m so grateful to the courageous, insightful brother who sent it in. I hope it helps others as much as it helps me!
This thread follows the experiences of Nick, a faggot who got the attention of his straight neighbor while listening to the Hierarchy Podcast. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
When I began chronicling the faggot Nick’s startling service opportunity with a straight neighbor by using the Hierarchy Podcast as an introduction, I mentioned that I had another story involving Nick. I pushed it aside (as it wasn’t ready yet) so I could accurately cover the rapidly-developing events with the neighbor, but I always intended to get back to it.
This is that other story. It’s a rather melancholy (yet eye-opening) tale about Nick’s relationship with his Alpha Father Tom.
When Nick first contacted me, he wanted my guidance on how to submit to his Alpha Father Tom. I didn’t think this was a particularly good idea for many obvious reasons, and did my best to discourage him.
However, Nick could not be deterred. He was fueled by family gossip stories about his father using faggots in the past.
I found out a lot of history about him from my aunt when she was drunk one night. He cheated on my mom a lot, always took what he claimed was his and was his right. And she let slip that he had several submissive men in his pocket for regular affairs over the years too. He knows what he wants, what he deserves and how to get it. It was pretty much spelled out for me without going totally explicit. I know he cares and wants what’s best for me so I want to build anything around that.
So I thought it might be better if Nick talked to his father and see where he’s at on these issues before completely submitting to him. So Nick agreed to talk to him, and so they met up for a conversation.
A FATHER’S INTUITION
I met with my dad this morning and it went OK. He managed to say enough to me to get his points across without explicitly spelling it out. He basically told me yes he had faggots on the side and he knows he’s an alpha and I’m definitely not without using the exact words. I approached him very submissive with my speech and body language and told him I knew I was not like him, that he was a man’s man and I was happy finding my place as the flip side of the coin.
He got quiet and really serious and told me he had known I was like this for a long time and for a long time was disappointed I wasn’t a man and was also scared about how that could go for me. That’s why he brought me up trying to drill the contrary advice to what makes me a good faggot in the end. He was concerned how I would find myself.
I managed to get the courage to ask him about his past a bit. I asked him “you know a lot Sir, do you have first hand knowledge of people like me?” and that’s when he got a little elusive with his language. He basically admitted that in the past he got what he wanted and did what he wanted with who he wanted that the past was more his business but that I should trust his wisdom and experience.
He’s happy I’ve fallen into line and expressing myself thusly and less worried now that I’m my own adult. but he is content now with my step mom and whatever he’s got going on. When I paid for the food he just said. “right, good boy” and it felt good.
While it wasn’t everything he hoped the conversation might be, Nick was fairly content with the answers he received.
A little relieved and let down at the same time. He made it pretty clear the discussion was over and he didn’t seem like he wanted it picked back up. Just to kind of give me the nod and say, carry on. I would have liked for more intimate info and experiences but it went better than I thought it could.
I was relieved it went that well. I know a conversation like that could never happen with my father. I really admired Nick’s tenacity in the hunt for answers about his elusive Alpha father.
Then the podcast thing happened with the neighbor, and the story about the father temporarily derailed.
But recently Nick spent more time with Alpha Tom, and there Nick found out deeper and more startling information.
I had another conversation with my dad I thought might be worth sharing with you. We got more candid about the topic of subtle training, it ties into my history with him. We started talking about how I’m happier now and relationships and fulfillment and I told him I think I understand what he was thinking when he tried to raise me, and what I really am. I asked him if he knew if he was ashamed of me growing up and he told me he wasn’t that he knew I wasn’t a manly person and that even though it didn’t seem always seem like he believed it or encouraged it that he wanted me to feel content with who I am, just safe. I mentioned that the opposite of a lot of what he went about was the perfect advice and he sort of chuckled and told me he just wanted me safe but he thought he fed me correct info too and he brought up some ways he also sort of trained me to be submissive I sort of forgot about and he was right.
Looking back he did sort of feed me good instructions to be a faggot, but in more subtle ways. He asked me if I had found a man to fill my place with and I told him, “a little, but it’s over now” and he told me, “good boy, I hope you find some more.” He brought up training things around posture, politeness, how to look for people, how to “get small” as he called it.
“Get small” … I LOVE THAT!
He was right though. He taught me to look out for alphas, how to posture myself, how to talk with them, and all that and I never really realized to what extent. I always keep my hands folded behind me, address men politely, and go out of my way for them. He taught me real men are worth the most.
Incredible!
But then Nick had another conversation with his aunt (Alpha Tom’s sister), and she provided even more insight into Alpha Tom’s mysterious past.
THE HISTORY OF ALPHA TOM
I got my aunt drunk and she told me a bit more about my dad’s history, and it’s kinda hot, lol but I still don’t think he wants me like that. But things make sense. Well, the two of them are really close in age and get a long well. They lived together as younger adults and through college so she figured him out easily. She told me he’s never been a one partner person. That he’s never been fulfilled. She’s seen men and women come and go and that the men were always very passive. That she once overheard him go at it. He had faggots up until my younger sister was little. She saw the same one around him for years when they lived together. That he was a classmate that he was “friends” with first but the guy transformed around him eventually.
CONCLUSION
I have been blessed to cover a number of stories involving Alpha fathers raising faggot sons. They never fail to touch me. I guess it’s because I’ll always wonder and never know what my father (who’s not Alpha, but probablysub-Alpha) understood about me being a faggotas a kid.
But this story really hit me in the heart because you can feel a weight of disappointment from Alpha Tom, but alsothe responsibility he felt to try and help his faggot son in whatever way he could.
Ultimately, this great and wise Alpha did the best he could, and he should be proud of the faggot Nick has become today!
