I haven’t been privileged to meet with many females in my nine years teaching Hierarchy, let alone collaborate with any. Let’s face it: even though this site deals with Hierarchy’s effect on EVERYONE, it’s still primarily a gay-oriented blog. I wouldn’t expect many women to wander across my stuff, and if they do, I’m sure they despise it.

But Sophie, the mother of 15-year-old Alpha Lucas, is not like any other woman I’ve ever encountered. She’s so intuitive and insightful that she could see her son was different from other boys his age, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It so bothered her that she sought the advice of a friend, and that friend pointed her to this site.

And she saw the truth of it!

From her first letter to me I could tell she was almost relieved that she had found the answer about her son, and it was the most joyous answer any mother could ever want: that her son is Alpha, born to be a King, and born to be worshiped and served – by anyone he chooses – for the rest of his blessed life!

I’ve been so thrilled to work with Sophie (and, by extension, Sir Lucas) that I was moved to devote Hierarchy Podcast #269 to her and Sir Lucas. In it, I praised both of them and pledged myself to serve his development.

Sophie’s response to the podcast provided a lot of detail, as well as her deep respect for Hierarchy:

Sam,

As I ate my breakfast this morning, I was delighted to listen to your podcast about Lucas, while he was still asleep. I think he and I will listen to it together tonight, it will please him and surely help him.

To answer one of your comments, I have to say that although I consider myself to be a strong independent woman, I fully respect and admire powerful dominant men who are able to lead others with strength, courage and compassion. There’s nothing good in this world that doesn’t come from them.

Lucas was at home last night with his childhood best friend. As they chatted and played in front of the TV, I watched them, pensive. I remember when they were little boys, they would enjoy to play Middle Ages characters, with Lucas as the knight or crown prince and his friend as his squire or a peasant. When I see how the sweet boy still always follows Lucas’ leadership in everything, I’m thinking these roles have never really left them.

I am so happy that you regard my Lucas as your superior. I cannot tell you what incredible feeling it is as a mother to hear a grown man publicly stating that my son is superior to him. When I heard you say “All the riches and glory of this earth are gonna be laid at Alpha Lucas’ feet.” my heart exploded with pride. I can assure you: no one is going to take that from him!

When my handsome prince emerged from his room, I embraced him and showered his face with kisses. I told him “My son, you’re headed for a life of power and success! Everyone will kneel before you! You world will be exactly what you want it to be! My sweet prince, promise me you will be a fair and wise king and caring for the lesser people at your feet!”

He promised. I gave him again a big hug. He said “I love you, Mom” and then he gently pushed me away, as he does when I get too clingy! I need to accept that my little boy is becoming a man who needs space. And what a man! What a privilege to have carried an alpha male in my womb and to see him become the king he is meant to be!

Thank you again for your advice and support.

Best,

Sophie

So beautiful and heartfelt!

Sophie is simply not like most women today. In the West women are brainwashed into thinking they’re equal to Men and can do whatever a Man can do. Any objective look at reality reveals how false that is. Still, women believe it, much to the detriment of society.

But Sophie sees things like the Spartan women of old. Anyone who has seen the film 300 knows exactly what I mean. Those women honored Men for what they are: the gods of this Earth. They were proud to submit to them (like every inferior person did), support them, and and bear them Alpha sons from their Alpha seed.

You can hear Sophie’s spiritual heritage as a Spartan woman in her words above. She glorifies powerful Alpha Men, and she celebrates the young Alpha her womb brought into the world.

As we all should!

Thank you Sophie for sharing your heart and baring your soul! And thank you for raising the next King!

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!

For nine years I have covered the true stories of straight Alphas using faggots, and for nine years I’ve been told it’s impossible. All these nine years verified for me is that my own experiences with straight Alphas wasn’t just luck or my own personal skill.

Straight Alphas need worship about as much as they need air in their lungs. They crave the sight of an inferior surrendering themselves completely to their power, offering anything just to please them. Alphas love to see how their mere presence bends wills and claims lives. Worship verifies to an Alpha what he knows about himself – that he is a King, not an everyday Man.

Now, women definitely provide some amount of that worship. However, there are always strings attached to that, which causes the Alpha consternation. It’s not really worship if a payment is expected for it; that’s called a paid service, not worship.

This is where faggots come into play for straight Alphas. Unlike women, faggots absolutely understand their true place at the feet of straight Alphas. They give everything to these straight Alphas, obeying completely and working tirelessly to satisfy every demand a straight Alpha makes. But something magical happens when a straight Alpha takes ownership of a 100% devoted and loyal faggot. The completely submissive worship of the faggot begins to excite the straight Alpha in ways even he cannot explain. Much the same way cashmasters become sexually aroused by tributes of money, so too do straight Alphas become sexually aroused by the sight of faggots submitting to them.

And that is why straight Alphas and faggots are and will always link together, drawn by the irresistible magnetic forces of Hierarchy.

The latest (and possibly most dramatic) example of this is the case of a young straight Alpha named Anthony, and his faggot friend who worships him, Fabien.

In my last update, I revealed the beautiful collar Master Anthony gave to his faggot while on his way to fuck another female. The collar had a lovely design that spelled out “Anthony”, in effect acting as a dog tag identifying who owns Fabien. Instantly I knew something was developing inside Master Anthony, some powerful force rising up from within him. I told Fabien this, warning him to be ready for what’s coming next.

To that end, I put a bug in Fabien’s ear, suggesting that it would be so much more impactful if Master Anthony were to place the collar on him personally. Fabien agreed, and so I waited for the result of this plan.

To say it succeeded beyond my wildest dreams would be an understatement so deep it would need a funeral. Here’s what Fabien wrote:

Sam, oh my beloved Sam,I come back to you at last! Anthony’s away at university today, so I can take a moment to try and sum up as best I can what happened on Monday when he came back!

He arrived a little earlier than expected, as lunch was still heating up. He chilled out on the sofa. I shyly went over to him, his wonderful gift in hand. He looked at me, intrigued. “Aren’t you wearing it?” So I knelt down. “Master, I have a favor to beg of you. Would you do me the honor of putting it around my neck yourself? I beg you, sir.”

He grinned cockily. He stood up, took the necklace and tied it around my neck. He grabbed my chin to make me look up at him. “You’re mine,” he said. “I’m yours. My mighty Master. I belong at your feet and I exist to serve you.”

He now looked serious, focused. He took a breath and pulled out his cock. I sucked him fervently. I think I’ve now got the hang of it and I know how to satisfy him! I feel so connected to him, when I look into his eyes, on my knees, his cock and cum in my mouth and his tender but firm hand on the back of my head!

After he ejaculated and I swallowed his manly juice, he stroked my hair. “You’re a good slave.” “I’ll do anything for you.” I saw an intense gleam light up in his eyes. He was getting a hard-on again. Then he lifted me up, and pushed me face down on the sofa. He abruptly pulled down my pants and underwear and… I think you can guess what happened next.

He fucked me. He fucked my ass. His cock was already wet and he wet my hole with a little of his own saliva. His huge cock entered. I barely had time to think about what was happening that I was ass-fucked for the first time in my life!

I have to admit: it hurt quite a lot, but I instantly focused on his pleasure to stay quiet. He fucked me vigorously, even furiously! I heard what sounded like screams of rage! Then he muttered “I’m so superior… I’m the best… I’m the master…” After he came the first time, I stayed still for a few moments while he was catching his breath, and he was soon at it again! And this time, he pinned me to the floor. He put his black leather boot on my head while he fucked me!

I started kissing my pendant with his name on it. Then he said, “Kiss this instead,” and put his boot next to my face, so I could kiss and lick it. He was saying “You’re an inferior male… You’re so inferior to me… You’re my slave… SAY IT!” I did my best to speak clearly. “I am your slave! You’re such an awesome man! You’re a god! I was born to serve you!” He roared!
He actually roared!

After three orgasms, he finally slumped on the sofa. He gave me a hand gesture that I understood as an order to serve lunch. He removed his boots and, after serving him, I massaged his socked feet while he ate.

He went away for the afternoon until late that night. When he returned, he fucked me before going to sleep. Then the next morning, after my morning blowjob. Then in the shower. And again on the couch before leaving. And last night. He was in a hurry to leave this morning, so not this time… But I guess I’d better get ready for tonight!

Sam, I think Anthony has reached a new Alpha level… My ass is sore… But my heart is bursting with happiness and gratitude!

Your baby brother has grown up!

Fabien lost his virginity to a young God Alpha!

First of all, I’m so proud of Fabien for everything he has done in service to Master Anthony. He’s literally been the perfect faggot, tiptoeing on a tightrope to impress his incredible King. Fabien has surrendered everything in order to give Master Anthony exquisite service and maximum worship.

And for that slavish devotion, Fabien was finally fucked and bred by Master Anthony’s God Alpha cock!

I must point out that this was not only Fabien’s first time getting fucked, but it was also Master Anthony’s first time fucking a faggot. They both lost a virginity of sorts! But from what Fabien relates here, does it sound like Master Anthony loved fucking a faggot despite being straight? DAMN RIGHT HE DID!

Why is that? Well, like I said in my intro, straight Alphas are turned-on by POWER. Notice what precipitated Master Anthony taking Fabien’s virginity – it was Fabien’s submissiveness and his declarations of devotion! From that came the massive surge of POWER within Master Anthony that made him NEED to breed his faggot and claim it from the inside by marking it with his seed!

The straight Alpha/faggot dynamic is as primal as any in the natural world. Still don’t believe me? You’re not paying attention.

Congratulations to my dear sweet little brother Fabien, and to God Alpha Master Anthony!

HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

Hi sam.

I’m a soon to turn 38yo faggot from Rio and I’ve been dealing with this gut wrenching anxiety for a while. I’m a good faggot. I’ve always been, since I was 13 and served my school bullies without questioning or even knowing about what being a fag was(or even gay for that matter, I actually used to think I was bi) or hierarchy. I’ve done basically everything there is to do in the fag book: being used sexually, domestically, taking a good beating, degraded, exposed, used by my straight friends to kill their “curiosity” on how does it feel to be sucked by a guy – and completely aware that I was being used by that, and I was ok with it. I’ve served alphas in locker rooms, public bathrooms, You name it. I even got to be used to take an alphas brother virginity so he could practice with a faggot in order for him to be confident and know what to do with his first girl. I was used by a straight alpha whose girlfriend wanted to see him fucking another guy (and I only got to see that girl at the motel room). I’ve done chastity (by myself). I’ve done findom. I mean… It was never, EVER, a problem finding an alpha to serve.

But maybe I’m living a kinda early midlife crisis of some sort. My looks is not the same as it used to (I’ve always been chubby, but I gained a lot of weight over the last year and a half due to depression – which is being treated and I feel a lot better now, though I tried to take my own life last November).

I just… I feel like this is it for me. I can’t get a guy (not even talking about an alpha, but just A GUY) to use me. And yes, I tried escort services unsuccessfully. It’s like they don’t wanna use me EVEN IF I PAY THEM. And this last part is what seems to hurt me the most, idk.

I’ve always been a very proud and confident fag. And I’m pretty lost and loosing faith about it to be honest with you.

Any advise for me? Is there a point of no return in the life of faggots where we’re just disposable like that?

Hi, brother. Thank you for writing.

I understand your pain! Believe me, I get it. Aging is something everyone goes through, and it’s never pleasant. We lose steps, fall behind, things on our bodies fail, and other parts don’t stay where they used to. 

The sad reality is faggots DO have a shelf life sexually … but that shelf life shouldn’t be THIRTY-EIGHT years old, brother. But let’s be honest about things … you’ve let yourself go physically, and we can’t expect Men (especially Alphas) to want to use us sexually if we are out of shape. Men are notoriously visual, and on top of that notoriously hungry for young meat. We can’t expect conditions like those to change for our sakes, right? So we play the game as dictated by the rules in place. 

Let’s do a little test, and be honest with yourself: You might not be able to serve 21-year-old Alphas anymore, but what about a 50-year-old Alpha? What was your reaction to that last question? Did you turn up your nose at that suggestion? I know a lot of faggots who would say “Eww gross” or something like that. Do you see how ageism works in the opposite direction?

My point is we need to adjust our thinking and expectations as we age. We aren’t cute little club twinks anymore with our brains fried on poppers or other substances. The parties that seemed neverending definitely have an end. We must change as our bodies and circumstances change. 

But my message isn’t one of despair and desolation, brother. You see, when we alter our viewpoint and expectations, other forms of service can replace the old ways we served. For example, take a look at Chadwick (featured here on this site). He hid in the closet HIS ENTIRE LIFE until he got into his SIXTIES before finally being bold enough to try and be useful to Alphas. And you know what? He now serves SIX Alphas domestically and is more fulfilled now than he ever has before! 

Chadwick could’ve just given up and reasoned “I’m too old and nobody will fuck me so I guess my life is over.” But he didn’t do that! He adjusted his hopes and expectations, and instead figured out how he can be USEFUL. And sure enough, he discovered that he can, indeed, be very useful! 

And so can you! So pick yourself up, shake off the pity party, and get yourself back in the game. You’re too young and definitely too USEFUL to be feeling this despondent! 

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a British faggot named Benjamin who successfully used my “Letter To An Alpha” to submit to his straight Alpha friend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I think the story of Benjamin the faggot and the development of his service to his straight Alpha friend should be one every faggot should study. Benjamin followed my advice exactly and it has yielded incredible results. He went from a closeted faggot desperate to serve his Alpha friend to a completely domesticated faggot slave to this friend in just a matter of days.

I received a little update from Benjamin, one with some nice details and a curious question I will answer here:

I know it has been a while since my last update, but things have been going much as there were when we last spoke. I have been continuing to serve Master in a domestic capacity, which has increased to me staying at Sirs home on Friday and Saturday nights, sleeping in the kitchen on the floor and waking him (plus any partners) with a cooked breakfast. I can tell some of the girls Master fucks find it odd but I do not care. They will be out the door in an hour, but I get to continue serving Master.

The main big update is that Sir sat me down between his feet for his usual Sunday foot washing and while I was working, he brought up another cabin trip. Master wants me to pay for a repeat trip next year, which would be the same price (not an issue for my Master) but this time Master wishes to invite about half of his rugby team but none of their girlfriends and wives. I have met each of these men maybe once or twice and they are all boisterous, drink a lot, and come across as quite dominant. Do you think Master is planning on something or is he just wanting me to provide him a lads holiday away?

First of all, it’s awesome that this straight Alpha friend has been using Benjamin so much, even allowing him to stay over on weekends! This goes to show how much this Alpha is enjoying the ownership of his former friend/new faggot!

Even more powerful is the detail about how this Master proudly parades his faggot ownership in front of the women he fucks! He’s not shy! I’d love to hear what he tells them when they ask why he has a male slave serving him!

But as for Benjamin’s desperate-sounding question: Yes, Master is planning something. He doesn’t just decide to invite half of the rugby team on a cabin getaway with his personal faggot without some sort of plan!

What that might be is anyone’s guess. To this point, Master hasn’t engaged in a lot of sexual use of Benjamin. But soccer and rugby teams are well-known hotbeds of hetero-flexible Alphas, so there may be more going on here than just serving drinks! Only time will tell!

But once again, Benjamin’s experience shows how important it is to simply try and offer yourself to straight Alphas, especially Alpha friends! They ARE open to forms of worship if not full-blown sexual service! You just need to let them know you want to serve them!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I’ve received a lot of privileges from doing this work of teaching the truth of Hierarchy and helping people apply it. There is nothing quite like seeing an Alpha or a faggot I’ve advised use these principles and make dream scenarios come true.

Over the nine years I’ve been teaching online, I’ve had a fair number of minors (under 18) ask me questions or for advice. Many others turn such ones away, but I’ve always attempted to answer them.

Why? Well, first of all, there’s no way to stop them from accessing the site or my X feeds (I know how I was at that age!).

But more importantly to me, I want to give these young people safe, intelligent advice. There are so many bad actors and corrupt liars lurking on the internet. If I can be a trustworthy benefit to these young people, so be it.

In “live” instances when I covered a story involving a younger person (in other words, I was covering a story with a young person, and not a memory of a time in youth), I’ve always had a parent actively involved. I just know how I’d be as a parent, and I want to respect them.

That’s why I was so thrilled to hear from a young mother named Sophie regarding her 15-year-old son, Alpha Lucas. Not only is Sophie deeply-invested in her son’s welfare, but she’s also intuitive enough to recognize there’s something highly unusual about her extraordinary son.

And so (through her wise friend) she came to talk to me. I must already admit that my dealings with Sophie have been most productive and illuminating. I’m most impressed by her honesty and insight.

Sophie and I have been communicating quite a bit over the last few days. She’s agreed to allow me to communicate with Alpha Lucas (if he is drawn to) via her email so she can monitor it. I think that’s an awesome opportunity to be of help!

But I wanted to highlight the wondrous passage Sophie wrote to me:

Thank you again for your kind answers. You make me feel much more comfortable. I’m probably worrying to much for my little prince Lucas. But you know, that’s what mothers do! 

I am looking at him and my heart is bursting with pride. He actually looks and behaves like a true prince, so no wonder he likes having servants. If he’s an Alpha male, everything is gonna be fine for him. I’m so happy to think that the world will bow at his feet every day of his life!

Isn’t that absolutely astounding?!? Thanks to what I teach, she’s seeing her son through the lens of Hierarchy and how others not only see him, but are forced by nature to respond to him!

Every mother wants a great and meaningful life for their sons, but Sophie is blessed among mothers in that she now KNOWS her son was born an Alpha King! In every way he was born to rule and be worshiped.!

That’s a heady thought, but as you can tell from what Sophie wrote, she’s appreciating it more and more!

I’m so grateful to know them!

Mr Sam,

Thank you very much for your kind answer. I must say I am very, very proud of my handsome son and I would not be surprised if he were bound for a great superior life. I know that most mothers feel that way, so I don’t want to over-interpret. But the signs seem to point in that direction.

Yesterday, I wanted to have a serious discussion with Lucas about this. I told him that I noticed he was dominant with his friends. He told me “They are nice buddies, and they agree they are inferiors to me. They like treating me like their king.” I asked him if he felt like he was superior to most boys his age and he said that he did. “I like dominating lesser people” he said.

I did my best to explain my concerns while respecting his privacy and his liberty. I said to him “You have every right to enjoy dominating people your age who submit to you, and you are free to take steps to make them do so. But please be carefull to not put yourself or anyone else in danger, my love. And do tell me if there’s a problem.” He gave me a big hug and promised to be careful. I trust my Lucas, even if I can’t help worrying for him – I’m a mom!

To be honest, I’m a bit concerned about his lack of a father figure. I try to balance my time as best I can between pursuing my career and taking care of my son, but I haven’t found the strong, powerful man I have been looking for and who could be a role model for my boy. Do you think living with a single mother can be detrimental to his potential Alpha development? Should I find an Alpha male role model for him to look up to?

Thank you for your help,

Sophie

Sophie, thank you so much for following-up on your previous question! I figured I wouldn’t hear from you again! 

I’m extremely impressed by your integrity, too. You went directly to your son Lucas and asked him the perfect questions to get him to open up about his dominance. This is not an easy thing to do, so I really commend you for this!

Given his answers, it’s clear: Lucas is definitely an Alpha. Not only that, he’s probably a much higher level of Alpha than the typical Alpha. These more powerful Alphas (if you see the pinned post at the top of this site, you’ll see a pyramid and explanations of each level of Hierarchy) often own and use faggots in addition to females. These more powerful Alphas don’t care about what inferior society says about their domination of faggots and females, either. That sounds quite a bit like your son Lucas.

The fact that he’s just 15 years old is also an indicator of his more powerful nature. Every Alpha I’ve ever known or studied who advanced that quickly at that age were always the most powerful ones, virtually unstoppable. By the time they reach their twenties they practically have a Kingdom serving all of their needs! 

Your concerns about an older Alpha mentor are valid. This isn’t an easy thing to find randomly around any corner. Ideally, that mentor would be someone he could interact with personally (as opposed to online). He may already have an older mentor at school (like an Alpha in a higher level in school).

It may not matter that much anyway. Lucas is a true Alpha and will develop as such regardless. He’s already become this very powerful young Alpha with only you in his life, so there’s no reason why he can’t continue to develop that way. 

This website is too much for him to really study because I don’t hold back on the porn or the language. However, that pinned first post might be okay for him to study if you printed it off for him to read and consider. I’m open to speaking to him via email, but only if you give permission and are monitoring it. 

I want to discuss your situation with your son on this Wednesday’s podcast if that’s okay with you. I’m actually bumping my pre-planned topic in order to cover what I consider to be a prime example of the truth of Hierarchy in the story of your son. 

I’m very proud of you and Lucas. Just your acknowledgement of his natural Alpha power and discussing it with him helps him embrace that truth even more. And his honest answers indicate to me that he’s justifiably proud to be an Alpha (even if he doesn’t fully grasp it yet). 

You can always write to me directly if you have anything urgent or deeper to discuss at hi*****************@***il.com.

Take Care,

sam the faggot

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I’m 27 and I’ve been on/off in my following up with your content for  years now (since 2021). I wouldn’t say I’m a true believer in your message, though I feel inspired by some of what you’ve shared. In kink world, I’m a switch and able to express both submissiveness and dominance. However, with men I can only describe as an Alphas, I feel entirely submissive, as if I should kiss his feet and serve. It’s happened multiple times in my life, starting in adolescence. In my most recent experience, I was at a Korean Sauna in my area, choosing to take a full relaxation day. After a few hours of circulating between baths and co-ed saunas, I went to a dry sauna exclusively for the men’s section. I felt oddly comfortable being nude, with my 2” penis barely exposed. That’s when I was joined in the sauna by a guy who exuded confidence. He sat near me, spread eagle, and I glanced a peek at 8” of flaccid beauty. He looked at me and bobbed it, winking at me.

Now, though I am into cruising, I made a mistake. I reached out and stroked him. My heart raced, and I began salivating. I felt him up again and he moved near me. That’s when the attendant burst in and told us both to leave. I felt immediately embarrassed, and a quickly made my way out. Somehow my 2” inverted more as he walked past me to his locker and dressed. To make a long story short, he and I were both banned, and he had me follow him to his car. He said he’ll try to Appeal and encouraged me to do the same. I thought he’d take me somewhere to continue, but he drove off. The rest of the day and into the night, the memory of my sheer impulsiveness to touch him was (and is) my greatest turn on. His confidence and power over me has me rethinking a lot, and perhaps perusing more explicitly my interest in alphas is needed. I guess this, and my direct impulse, has me coming back to the question table.
Not sure what advice there is to give, perhaps this was just some needed venting.

Not much I can add here. I’m glad you followed your instincts, because they were right. You’re born to be a faggot, and you should definitely start searching for opportunities like that. 

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This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

On tonight’s podcast episode I made one really bold assertion regarding the mushrooming experiences of Master David: faggots are the key to making a straight Alpha even more powerful than other Alphas, more powerful than any ordinary Man that has ever lived.

How do they do it? Well, faggots worship and serve without question or expectation of reward. They humbly accept whatever violence or aggression that comes from serving powerful Men. They obediently follow commands verbal or otherwise without argument.

They treat a Man as he was meant to be treated: as the image of God.

Now, a straight Alpha can get some of that through owning/using faggots financially and domestically, but it’s in the sexual use of faggots that deeper levels of power are achieved. Why? Because it’s through the sexual use of a faggot that a straight Alpha realizes he’s honestly above all of the labels constraining lesser Men. They realize they can literally have anything they desire on command for the rest of their life.

That’s where Master David is now.

After his startling discovery of faggot blowjobs, I knew he wasn’t stopping. So I waited impatiently for a follow-up to that first night. And when it came, it didn’t disappoint:

This morning, I had my morning wood, and when I woke up I went straight to Vincent’s room to force his mouth on my dick. Once gain, he thanked me a lot. Then, I just felt like spitting on him and calling him my bitch. Again, he thanked me. Later, I pissed on him. You know what he did? Yeah, you’re damn right. He thanked me.

I just can’t believe I masturbated the first time. Such an idiot. Fucking a submissive throat is just so good, and so manly. I think I’ll never have to jerk off alone. It’s better to ejaculate on or inside someone else!

I fucking love how much Vincent is willing to please me. No matter how harsh I am on him, he keeps crawling back to me, begging to serve me more! Are you faggots just genetically designed to be slaves? That’s crazy. And hot.

You can sense the wild-eyed wonder swirling inside Master David as his world opens up into a new reality! The knowledge that inferiors will not only serve him regardless of his extreme desires, but they’ll also do it with deep respect and gratitude! Even pissing on a faggot like Vincent doesn’t stop him from serving! That’s pure power!

But then Master David mentions something very important, a discovery that underscores exactly what I’ve always said about straight Alphas who use faggots sexually. Notice this discovery:

I’m starting to notice other’s people submissive behavior with me. Lowering their eyes, deferring to me, praising me… I wonder which other people I could have kiss my feet and slave away for me like Vincent does now. Guess I’ll only know if I try!

I am more and more feeling like an actual King.

This is the Third Eye of Hierarchy, a kind of second sight that allows a straight Alpha to see through the facades and phony personas adopted by inferiors to protect themselves. Instead, their vulnerabilities and submissive natures are openly-exposed by this second sight, and suddenly the straight Alpha sees he can use anybody anywhere at anytime.

That’s Master David tonight. He’s growing more powerful, more unconquerable, more unstoppable.

This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been such a privilege working with straight Master David, the young French King who approached me a while back about his roommate Vincent. Despite being straight, Master David suspected that Vincent was a faggot who could be owned by him and enslaved.

And sure enough, Master David followed my suggestions and managed to easily submit Vincent. Ever since, Master David has experimented with various aspects of faggot ownership. He’s really grown into an impressive and NATURAL owner of faggots, and he’s truly enjoyed everything he’s experienced as this faggot’s Owner.

Master David’s journey has been chronicled completely here, and one thing I will say about Master David is: he’s honest. He openly discusses what he enjoys about owning a faggot, as well as concerns he might have. He’s completely transparent and open to suggestion.

So over the last couple of weeks I’ve been talking to Master David about using his new faggot sexually. While I don’t think it’s necessary for a straight Alpha to do that, I do think it’s an avenue of worship and service that can really enhance an Alpha’s dominance without altering his sexual preference. I discussed with with Master David, and he was quite honest about his skepticism while also promising to “think about it.”

Well apparently the thinking is over! Master David did it!

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I finally gave it a try. Today I came home, Vincent greeted me, kneeling and kissing my shoes. As always it turned me on very much. And this time, I just decided to give in. I unzipped my pants and I put my hard dick into his mouth. And it was amazing.

I instinctively grabbed his head force him on my dick, something I barely dare to do with girls. He did not complain, quite the contrary. He choked, but when I released him, he quickly got back to the blow job. He sucked me off like his life depended on it. I loudly moaned in delight and it seemed to make him even eager. When I looked down to him, he was looking at me with such adoration in his eyes.

I grabbed his head with both my hands when I came into his mouth. He swallowed everything. He seemed exhausted, and told me in a pleading tone: “How was I, Master?” I told him he was a pretty good cocksucker, probably the best one to have ever sucked my cock. He kissed my balls while muttering “Thank you Master, thank you, thank you so much”. I was already getting a new hard-on! So I grabbed his head and forced him again on my cock until I came for the second time. He swallowed, thanked me again and again and kissed my feet.

He is cooking my dinner right now. I have a hard on just thinking of his eagerness to please me. I think I’m gonna feed him my cum again tonight.

You were right to encourage me to try. It was really, really good. And I don’t feel less of a man after this. Quite the opposite, actually.

INCREDIBLE!

I have preached this intrinsic Hierarchical truth from the mountaintops and until I’m blue in the face: straight Alphas use faggots for sex all the time, and it never makes them gay or changes their sexual preference!

What it DOES do is exactly what Master David mentions here: It makes the straight Alpha MORE POWERFUL! Suddenly the Alpha realizes that ALL humans exist to provide him pleasure and worship! He suddenly begins to understand how a King deserves to live: by being worshiped by ALL of his subjects!

Master David began his ascension, that process an Alpha goes through as he makes advancement in the use of his natural power. Using Vincent as his cocksucker is a huge leap forward in that process. It completely reprograms an Alpha’s mind and changes his worldview. Nothing can ever be the same!

I’m so proud of my glorious Master David! He’s a good, wise, and POWERFUL King!

As you are aware, a couple days before Valentine’s Day, Declan took me to a very nice fancy restaurant. He really made me feel special.
We had decided not spend our day on February 14th and do it a couple days before. This would prevent the busy restaurants and the extra cost for going out on this day.

The next day, someone “bribed” my boyfriend and had me put in my place by kneeling and being used as a table for dinner. (The story can be found in a recent post on X.)

To summarize it, I was treated like a king one day, and then as his slave the next. He sure made me realize he loves me but then showed me that I’m also owned by him.

The following day, I woke up alone since he was gone to work. I woke up to roses by my pillow and rose pedals on the bed with a note:

“My dear Love,
Enjoy this day and know you are loved by me and that you belong to me forever!
You make my life better and I will be there for you.

Love D xxx”

I was excited and this made my morning!

Fast forward to me walking home from work, I had kept a gift bag at work and was walking home with it. I walked in and he greeted me with a great big hug and kiss. He was dressed up very nice.
I was still at the entrance of our home and after he kissed me he grabbed my hair and directed to my knees. He said:

“Smell! Does it smell good? Pull my cock out and put my cock in your mouth.”

I unzipped and I had to be gentle when taking his cock out since it was hard as a rock. I placed it in my mouth and he hit my hands away. I immediately placed my hands behind my back and sucked him for about 5 minutes until he pulled out and walked away.

I got up and was told to shower and get ready. In my head I was excited and thought he had planned a surprise night out for us and was instantly hard in my chastity.

Once I got out of the shower, he met me in the washroom and kissed me and grabbed my hand and walked me in the room.

I’m naked and only wearing a chain around my neck, ankle and my cock is locked in my chastity. He was dressed up to go out and I asked.

“What would you like me to wear tonight Declan?”

Declan: “Oh babe you are fine naked”

Seconds later I was thrown in the cage and the door was locked with a zip tag that had a serial number on it. Confused, I asked “What’s going on?”

Declan: “We still owe @BindMeTightly from X 12 hours of you in the cage and since we delayed it so much I thought he appreciate you being locked away on Valentine’s Day while I go out on a date.”

Me: “But it’s our day and who you going out with?”

As he is talking to me, he was opening my gift and saw that one of the gifts was a bottle of champagne. He got two glasses and pour each other some and handed me one through the bars of the cage.

Declan: “Cheers to you and me and our love!”

I drank my glass and he advised me that I would be locked in the cage for 12 hours and that he is going to meet a friend for dinner, drinks and a movie. He mentioned that his friend from Montreal arrived by train and wanted to spend the evening with him.

Declan: “I’m not locking the cage with a padlock for safety since I won’t be here. That means if the zip tag is tampered or broken I will be pissed and you will be punished because I will know since the tag has a serial number on it.”

He handed me a huge bottle of water, a McDonald’s bag of food that he hid from me earlier and a big jug to piss in if needed.

He made me kiss his cock through the bars and then spat on me and said “Have fun. I left a couple edibles in the McDonald’s bag for you to take if your bored.”

I spent the night watching movies on my phone. I believe I watched 3 movies on Netflix. I was so happy he left me food as I got the munchies later on from the weed edibles lol.
He would text me often and check up on me but wouldn’t say much.

The text he sent me while I was caged:

“Do you recognize this large cock? I doubt it. You once told me that you assumed he had a huge cock since his bulge looked so big while wearing jeans. Well I can confirm with you that it is large and very juicy and you would have loved to have tasted it!

I spent some time looking at chats and trying to investigate the cock he sent in the pic but I didn’t have any luck. it was a mystery cock.

I must of fell a sleep and woke up at 8am. I looked around and saw that he was sleeping in the bed. My cage door was still shut but I tried to open it. He must of added the pad lock when he got home and I didn’t wake up to it.

A note was placed by the cage door:

“I had a great time yesterday. I hope you did to! Haha

I know your 12 hours was done at 6am but I decided I wanted you to stay caged. Don’t wake me up and be a good little f@ggot/boyfriend prisoner and shut up until I wake up.

I emptied your piss jar since it was almost full.

Love D”

By 9:45am, he got up and walked to me and said: “Suck my cock and then I let you out”.

I sucked his cock through the bars and before he blew his load he pulled out of my mouth and shot all over me and the cage. He walked away and took a shower and left me locked in the cage. Half an hour after his shower, he unlocked the door and told me to get him a coffee.

Later that morning we went out for breakfast and once we got home he said “I took some cialis yesterday and I’m still hard. Get your ass in bed and have it available for me as I’m going to fuck a load in you.”

I can’t explain how excited and fulfilled once I get his DNA fucked in me. I love it! I live for it!

I love my Alpha boyfriend!

I don’t know what happened that night with him and that guy but all I know is that he is happy and that makes me happy! I’m sure the other guy is also happy to have worshipped and spent the evening with my boyfriend:

True story. The end.

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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!

In the previous post we learned that Master Anthony was moody and clearly upset with something, but he wasn’t confiding his troubles with anyone, not even his loyal faggot Fabien. This troubled Fabien to the point that he finally begged his Master for answers and ways he could help.

While Master Anthony didn’t reveal the issue, he was comforted by his faggot’s concern and deep love.

Well, after a few days Master Anthony finally told Fabien what was bothering him!

Here’s Fabien:

A little update about Anthony’s mood. I think he’s going to get better soon. Yesterday he told me that he had decided to confront the guy flirting with the same girl as him and challenge him to a fight in front of her. He beat the crap out of him and held him down, until he pleaded for mercy and conceded that Anthony was the stronger man. The silly girl tried to make amends with Anthony, but he dumped her. Serves her right.

This morning, Anthony was hanging around the apartment in his pajamas, looking relaxed. He came to see me while I was making his bed. He thanked me for boosting his ego. I answered: “If your ego isn’t the size of the planet, I’m doing a terrible job and I’m failing my life’s purpose. You don’t have to be grateful to me, I’m just doing my duty as best as I can!” He got his cocky grin and said “I like that. But I want you to know you’re doing great. I’m glad to have you. You see, I love my bros to bits, but I always have to fight to remind them who’s the boss. It’s nice to know I can count on you for a shot of self-confidence.”

I believe I almost passed out with emotion. The next thing I knew, I was on my belly licking his toes and thanking him. Then he had me worshipping his cock; we were looking into each other’s eyes while I had his dick in my mouth and he tenderly stroke my hair, smiling smugly. I sucked him off again in the shower after soaping him up, and then again before he left for the afternoon. This time, he ejaculated all over my face! He wished me a good afternoon and gave me his orders for dinner.

Secretly I was proud of myself; I told Fabien over email that I thought a scenario exactly like this was to blame, and sure enough, I was right!

Although, honestly, it’s hard to imagine a scenario like this happening. According to Fabien, Master Anthony looks exactly like Tom Holland (hence the post header image) and is just as athletic … so why on Earth would any girl cheat on him?? It’s incomprehensible to me.

But once again my brother Fabien was absolutely perfect, following his instincts and kneeling to worship Master Anthony’s feet. This worship led to three consecutive blowjobs filled with raw passion and desire.

But it’s more than just the sexual service that’s involved. Master Anthony’s words show a deepening appreciation for his faggot, his personal property, his slave Fabien. As he feels his power growing, he acknowledges the contributions of the faggot kneeling before him. That’s not just God Alpha behavior … that’s Protector Alpha behavior!

The effect on Fabien is also profound:

Right now, I’m taking care of his laundry. I inhaled the scent of his underwear. I still can’t believe how lucky I am. 

I was really born for this.

Indeed you were, baby brother!

This post is part of a thread about a faggot called Prath who bravely sought to serve a straight local Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Faggots need challenges. It’s good to push boundaries and shake up complacency in a faggot in order for it to feel slightly uneasy. This keeps a faggot alert and on its toes.

Prath’s Master continues to push boundaries with Prath, and Prath (being a good boy) rolls with it every time.

Prath recently came to me with this challenge:

Today master came in my cabin for asking me to do his work and also to inform me that tomorrow he invited his one friend and he needs me there. Should I go?

Of course I told him he should, which turned out pretty well:

As I asked you Master was asking my advice about invinting his friend so I said yes about that. I was surprised to see the Master’s friend because he was a guy working in my team in the past and I was discouraged but your words and Master’s encourage helped to overcome from that and I served them both.

Then Master decided to make another important change:

Master was asking my opinion to live with him in his rented apartment. I was nervous but he I can take a time to think about it. I asked him to shift in mine (mine is not rented) but he said he is happy here. Master said he wants me to be full time office plus domestic helper for him. Master said it is the time to break the barrier and move forward towards the hierarchy.

Couldn’t agree more!

But Prath’s Master then had another demand:

As I told you about master asked me to deepen my submission so he made me pick his rental bills and made me shifted in the same apartment with him.

Very good!

But now Master is asking something even more difficult of Prath. You see, Prath has a higher position in the company that employs both of them, so Prath could be key to getting his Master promoted.

What I wanted to know that, master was asking to put up the recommendation for his promotion, should I do it? As yet his promotion is not possible due to his less work experience.

Personally, I can’t see the downside to Prath recommending a promotion ahead of schedule. It’s really just a personal opinion, one that might be rejected and tossed aside.

I think Prath should do it. Ultimately, even if he tries and fails, he still tried on behalf of his Master.

Prath has been meticulously obedient in every little step he’s taken as he explores his own faghood. He takes it seriously, something every good faggot does. I’m extremely proud of my little brother!

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!

At this point straight Master Anthony has absolutely embraced the ownership of his first faggot, my brave little brother Fabien. Not only that, but Master Anthony has introduced faggot use to his Alpha Pack, with his close Alpha friend Henri making the choice to claim his own faggot, a timid little guy named Clement. These two Alpha Masters are young, hot, and more powerful than other Alphas at their age. They’re living the lives of young Kings who are spending their inheritance early.

It’s always interesting to see how Alphas move once they secure a faggot property. Much of what they do tells us how confident they are, how much they are integrating faggots into their daily life.

Judging by this latest update from Fabien, Master Anthony is absolutely and ecstatically proud of owning a faggot!

I would like to give you some news of my life with Anthony!

I have permanently settled in the kitchen to sleep. I decided to do it myself. I was feeling more and more uncomfortable sleeping in the guest room (my former room), feeling like I was intruding on an alpha’s space. The kitchen is big enough, so I managed to put my desk to work and a lot of my stuff in there. Now it’s clearly become the servant’s quarters. Anthony hardly ever has a reason to go there, after all.

I didn’t want to bother Anthony about it, but he brought it up late one night when he saw me heading for the kitchen after he’d sent me off to sleep.  When I explained, he had his delicious smug smile and said “Glad you’re understanding your place in life. Here, a gift to help you sleep!” He took off his dirty socks and threw them at me. I threw myself at his feet to kiss his toes with gratitude. Since then, I’ve slept with his socks on my pillow, kissing them passionately before sleeping. The smell of his feet makes me feel so safe and warm and comfy!

Some routines have evolved. Now, he often has me accompany him to the shower to soap him up, then towel him off from head to toe. And of course, when I’m lucky, he allows me to worship his cock or he even face-fucks me under the shower! Similarly, when he takes a bath, I keep him company by massaging his back and his feet and soaping him up, sometimes friendly chatting with him when he feels like it. 

Recently, Henri came to dinner at the flat, accompanied by sweet little Clément. We served them at the table and while they enjoyed themselves on the sofa. Henri dropped his full glass on the floor, and Anthony said, “Leave it, that’s what stooges are for.” Clément and I smiled at each other. We love it when the Men are arrogant and bossy! We had the privilege of sucking their cocks and licking their feet throughout the evening. Poor Clément still had to sleep on the hard floor in the kitchen and not on my futon, on Henri’s orders, but Henri also followed Anthony’s example and gave him his socks to sleep with.

Yesterday, Anthony took me with him to his gym. I followed him all morning, holding his towel, to wipe it off on cue, and his water bottle, which I would refill when necessary. He had his usual friends and acquaintances around, so I stayed quiet and in the background. Seeing him in his natural environment, taking care of his heroic body and receiving the attention and respect of the other men filled my heart with joy and gratitude. I felt truly privileged, as a mortal allowed to silently serve a god on Mount Olympus.

In the changing room before the shower, I couldn’t resist begging him to let me breathe his armpits. For a moment, I was afraid I’d overstepped my place (according to his rules, I’m allowed to beg him for favors, but I do it as little as possible, if at all, well aware that it’s all about him and his desires). But he looked at me smugly and revealed his armpit, saying “Enjoy, boy!” And of course, I went with him to the individual shower to soap him up, suck his cock and towel him off!

I’m living a dream. I am very busy and often exhausted, but every time my Master gives me a satisfied smile, a thumbs up or, better still, ruffles my hair or says ‘Good boy’, I know I’m living the life I was meant to live! As long as Anthony is happy, I am filling my purpose and I know my existence is justified!

And I owe all of this largely to YOU, my big brother Sam! I’ll never thank you enough!

Bravo!

The thing that really sets Master Anthony apart from other faggot owners at his age is his infectious joy when using Fabien. He seems to truly love owning this little faggot who does everything he commands. He’s not afraid to share this joy with his faggot like so many less-secure Alphas do, those Alphas who think Alphahood can only be expressed through brutality and hate.

Master Anthony already knows better than these other Alphas. He knows that he doesn’t need to scream and yell and get violent to be superior to Fabien or any faggot. He just IS SUPERIOR, and this knowledge fills him with a quiet strength and confidence that comes through even as transmitted by Fabien.

Can you see the difference?

I’m unbelievably proud of my little Fabien. He gave his heart and life to Master Anthony in the trust and belief that he would be safe kneeling at his feet, and that faith has led to an enviable and fulfilled life as the faggot of a great young Alpha!

Think about this: All that has happened here – Master Anthony’s acceptance of faggot worship, Master Henri’s discovery of faggots, and Clement’s fulfillment as Henri’s slave – happened because one little faggot named Fabien had the courage to submit and serve!

One faggot can make all the difference by being true to itself and serving with an honest, open heart!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a British faggot named Benjamin who successfully used my “Letter To An Alpha” to submit to his straight Alpha friend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

My fag brother Benjamin stunned me with his previous email that detailed his use of my “Letter To An Alpha” to come out as a faggot to his straight Alpha friend as they were on their way to a cabin for a getaway. The response of his Alpha friend to this new information was quite immediate and powerful, and it led to some interesting first few days together in that cabin.

Now Benjamin has written a follow-up email detailing the second-half of their cabin stay, and beyond. It gets wilder from here:

To pick up where I left off, the rest of our time in the cabin was a comfortable (for him especially) routine of service and submission. I cooked, cleaned and managed everything while Master relaxed, ate, drank and did whatever he wanted. There were only 2 other instances where our usual routine was broken.

The first came on the 6th night of 9. Master took an empty bottle out of the waste bin, and took it with him into the bathroom. As a fag, even my brain was able to process what he was doing, and I immediately got very excited that he was about to permit me to drink his Alpha piss, even as I was disappointed that I could not drink from the tap in service brother. He emerged about 5 mins later with what must have been around a litre (half a coke bottle!) which he proceeded to place into the freezer. I will admit I was confused brother, but I did not question Master and his infinite wisdom. Close to an hour (I think) later, he ordered me to retrieve the bottle and kneel in between his feet on the sofa. Master told me this was my first test. I had 1 minute to drink the entire bottle. Any spillage and I would be out. And left in the bottle and I would be out. Seeing as my only option to become his personal fag was to down it all, I went for it. Ice cold piss, even from an Alpha, is not easy to chug down Brother. This fag had to power through brain freeze, and suppress it’s gag reflex to such a bitter, strong taste, to take it all in. I managed with a few seconds left, but had to curl up on the floor at his feet for a minute afterwards until the brain freeze had subsided. In this time I vaguely remember the sound of Master laughing and the feel of his boots sole on my cheek. But I passed Brother, and that is what matters.

On the second to last night, the other test occurred. Master complained in the morning that his balls were full. This set off fireworks in my fag brain. Was I to be able to serve him sexually that night. No was the answer. But he did let me contribute. I was to spend time on Masters hookup apps finding a lady who met his criteria, and organising her coming to the cabin, fucking him, and leaving. I was to pretend to be Sir in this time and I was very successful. I found a 26yo who met Masters physical requirements and matched his kinks closely, and she was set to visit at 7pm. He was pleased, and told me he had made arrangements for me while he was busy. I was to curl up in Masters suitcase, which he then packed with a week and a half’s worth of his dirty washing, mainly underwear and t-shirts from his morning runs. It was fag heaven. I was told that he would be placing the suitcase under the bed. And sound, movement or anything which interrupted his fun, and I would fail my probation. And that is how I spent 3 hours in a suitcase under a bed hearing the ecstasy of a woman being fucked by an Alpha God. The combination of smells, sounds and the slight rhythmic pressure I could sometimes feel from above had me leaking the entire time. Eventually, he pulled the suitcase out and released me again. He did not say I had failed, or done well, only to pack his stuff ready to leave the next day. I will confess brother that in that moment, while packing his belongings, I had one moment of weakness. I searched Masters room high and low for any sign of a used condom, but I found nothing brother. In hindsight it was stupid to think a God would use one, and even if he had, I would not have deserved it, but his constant domination across the weak fried my fag brain.

The next day I drove us home, which was pleasant. Master was behaving almost as he had before, but still calling me fag. He said he had enjoyed the holiday and was already talking about doing it again. I dropped him home and he ordered me to be there again the next morning for his housework. That has become a weekly thing now. I do a week of work, and my Sundays are now spent cleaning Masters entire house, doing his meal prep for the week and if I am lucky a full foot clean and massage while he watches the game. I enjoy spending time with him, and he is very complimentary about the job I do on his house and his feet when I am privileged to do so.

Lastly, we are already planning another trip. As of this week he has found a different cabin, 2 bedroom, with a hottub that he would like. It would cost me about £2000, which is worth it for Master. And I can’t help but hope, given the timescale, that it is meant to be around the time when I pass my probation and become his full fledged personal faggot.

Can you believe this?? I find this experience to be truly amazing!

First and foremost, it never fails to shock me how rapidly purely straight Men adapt to faggot ownership. Years ago when I started the site that eventually became this monster I was constantly harassed by people who mistakenly insisted that straight Men would never do anything with a faggot. Clearly I (and others) have collected so much proof that they do that it’s irrefutable.

Benjamin’s story also serves to remind us to stop projecting our own needs and hopes onto our Alpha, but rather we should serve regardless of how he demands. There were multiple moments where Benjamin hoped for something (like drinking Master’s fresh piss, or sucking his dick) that didn’t happen. Disappointment in that can lead us to resentment or anger, but Benjamin rolled with it nicely!

And finally, Benjamin’s story reinforces something I’ve said forever, namely, that you cannot retain a friendship with an Alpha once you become his faggot. Before this trip, Benjamin was a close friend of this Alpha, close enough to be someone he’d want to hang with on a cabin vacation. But in just the space of a few minutes, really, Benjamin became this Alpha’s faggot, his toy, his slave … and not his friend.

And that friendship is gone for good.

Instead of being his friend, Benjamin became the faggot stuffed in a suitcase under the bed who was forced to listen to his Master do what he cannot: fuck and breed a woman! It’s something like what my second straight Master did to me that I call The Nuclear Option in that it totally realigns a faggot’s brain and makes it more obedient. I honestly always thought my Master made that up and I was the only faggot who ever suffered through it, but I’ve encountered it so many times now I’m starting to believe there is some kind of straight Alpha playbook floating around!

Or, perhaps, it’s just simply Hierarchical truth!

I thank Benjamin for sharing his thrilling experience of submission and service to this powerful Alpha Master! I have no doubt more is coming!

This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Every straight Alpha who discovers the truth about Hierarchy and the purpose of faggots is faced with a dilemma. Will he reject/ignore the services of the faggot, or will he explore/embrace the services of the faggot?

There are a variety of factors that determine which way a straight Alpha will lean, but the most important one is this: how confident/powerful is the Alpha?

Truly powerful straight Alphas find the use and ownership of faggots to be irresistible. Faggots give these Men the kind of worship and slavish devotion they cannot receive from their females or really anywhere else, and it’s this kind of worship that grows power within the Alpha. He starts to see himself as something more than a mere Man, but rather a King, a god.

Like I said, it’s an irresistible opportunity.

Master David discovered that his roommate Vincent is actually a faggot and he recently took ownership of him. One thing that really stood out to me from that initial experience was Master David’s rock hard cock that resulted from having his feet worshiped by Vincent. It got Master David so worked up that he later masturbated. Keep in mind this has nothing to do with Master David’s sexual orientation, but rather it has everything to do with his need for POWER as a young Alpha.

When I concluded my recap of Master David’s first experience, I encouraged him to explore the sexual use of faggots. While I didn’t really expect him to do anything right away, I knew it would open his mind to all of the possibilities now ahead of him.

Possibilities like this:

It has been two days since Vincent submitted to me as my slave and I must say you’re right: I just fucking LOVE the feeling of power! I had Vincent sniff my armpits after gym and he was so desperately thankful, he couldn’t stop saying “thank you master, thank you so much, thank you, my master…” I have made him lie on his back and I cleaned my feet on his face, he was in ecstasy! And when I was lying on the couch, he licked my feet all evening, it was incredible! I had no idea my feet were such an erogenous zone, it was delicious, I loved it!

Also, I told Vincent that from now on, I was not going to lift a finger to clean the house or to run errands. He replied cheerfully, “Of course, master! Your time is too precious to waste on such menial tasks! I’ll take care of everything for you, master, just tell me what you want, your desires are my commands!”

It feels just unreal and magical. That boy is willing to endure any humiliation and do any chore just for my pleasure and my comfort! And just because he thinks I’m hot and strong and smart! That’s crazy! I love to be a king!

I absolutely love the fact that Master David took my advice to scent train his faggot! Alphas often fail to appreciate the power of their scent. They think they stink, but to inferiors with the genetic receptors (like faggots), their scent is almost sweet and highly addictive. Once a faggot has fully imprinted on its Alpha’s scent, that imprinting lasts a lifetime.

I also think it’s great that Master David is enjoying the foot worship of his faggot. Feet ARE an erogenous zone, but it’s more than just physical sensation that makes it so hot. It’s a submissive act to kiss and lick another person’s feet, so when a faggot does this to a straight Alpha he suddenly feels like royalty!

Master David added a little something at the end of his message to me that makes me feel like he’s eager to try more with his new slave:

I’m reflecting on what you say about using him sexually. It is true that all that power is arousing me so very much. I have a hard on just thinking of it. I guess it doesn’t make me gay if I’m the one who penetrates but isn’t being penetrated… I’ll think about it.

Very revealing! I love Master David’s honesty and transparency as he grows and expands his power! If he decides to fuck his faggot’s throat or ass, I cannot wait to hear how he feels then!

Regardless, faggot ownership is improving Master David’s life daily, and it’s helping him become what he was born to be: A KING!

Hi Sam ,this is not a question but a thank you . Yes your methods work ,i took the caurage to fb message my bully which has a gf and never did dudes . You can read the whole story on my blog if interested but lss. he drove 5h by buss and i sucked him 3 times and once he fucked my brains out and it was beyond awesome ,he was super cool in every way and it just felt right. Thank you Sam ,you raised a generation . Btw im 28 now ,he is 30 and he used to bully me ,kick me and call me fag when i was 12. Life is crazy

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Brother, thank you for writing! 

That’s an incredibly thrilling story! I think most faggots have high school bullies (I know I do!) who we fantasized about, but I also believe a lot of those bullies were trying conceal an Hierarchical urge to dominate and use faggots through violence. 

Reconnecting with those bullies and opening them up to the possibility of still using faggots is another level of fag skill, and I commend you for accomplishing this! Like I always say: JUST TRY. Be bold, submit, and offer service. Yeah, you might get rejected. However, more often than anybody (but me) admits, they might say YES. 

Thank you for the link to the full write-up. I want to reproduce it here (with links to you, of course) so that people can easily access it. 

I’m really proud of you! Hopefully it leads to more service opportunities! 

Here is this brother’s post in its entirety:

Today was the best day of my faggot life. My elementary school bully visited me and fucked my SISSY BRAINS OUT.

I was encouraged one day after smoking a lot to send him a facebook message and i did. I said i wanted to see how he is and he told me that he doesn’t remember ,that i send a pic. So i send him the cutes pic of me and he asked for more. After a while he kept asking me what do i want from him. I said only to check in because i liked him in school and thought he was mighty hot. He said i have balls to admit this but said he has a GF and doesn’t do gay stuff. I said i am not gay im a fag and i feel like a gurl and dress up as one for guys like him. I offered for him to come to my place (which is a 5h drive by bus for him) and told him i will serve him dressed as a anime girl. He admitted

 he already fucked a trans dude once but didnt want to cheat on his GF. I said ,its not cheating ,because its like masturbating. You are using me to masturbate. He laughed it off and said hes coming now and he might fuck me. I payed for his expenses of course as i ve been taught a good fag must do and gave him extra cash which he took almost as a thing was expected.

ANYWAY ,he came ,real cool ,no difference when he was in school ,he is kind but he is aggressive in every way of his being ,real real hot.
We chatted a bit ,me dressed all sissy slut ,he ignored that completely and kept talking to me as if i was a normal boy. at one point he just took down his pants real chill and commanded with finger to kneel and suck so i did.

HE was very rough and came into my mouth. After that he used my PC to play some Dota and i just sucked him of under the table/ Again more cum in my mouth.

And believe it or not after that he told suck again and this time after a short while to get him a condom. So i did. He rough pushed inside me it hurt so bad. I asked for him to give me 20 sec ,he was getting agitated and asked if i want it or not . I said i do ,and let him mercilessly fuck my brains out. it was so good but unfortunately he had a condom. he left maybe i never see him again ,but god i want his cock all the time.

Moral of the story is . Be a faggot ,be yourself ,please your alpha ,do what he wants and you get an awesome time. And it was ,one of the happiest days of my life and also a major fag score ,getting your bully to fuck you.

Thank you for reading ,be inspired ,you can do it also ,sorry for grammar.

I have been successful as a faggot in serving straight Alphas. Almost all of the Alphas I’ve ever served were straight or bisexual, and all of the Masters I had were straight. I was motivated to start my online teaching because of this success; my first iteration of this effort was FagsWorshipStraights.Tumblr.com, which then quickly morphed into FagsWorshipAlphas.com.

Due to my years running FWA, I became quite well known precisely because of my skills in mentoring other faggots to approach and serve the straight Alphas in their lives. I did it again and again with such predictable results that either I’m incredibly lucky, or I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I’M TALKING ABOUT.

(HINT: It’s the latter answer)

Not only have my websites and my Questions From Readers been incredible teaching resources, but I’ve also created products to assist faggots to make this approach to straight Alphas. One was “May I Serve You, Sir?”, a small book that could be given to a potential target (available here). Another resource was “Letter To An Alpha” (link in the sidebar) that was intended to be a faster and more direct way to introduce a straight Alpha to the idea of owning faggots.

To date, both the book and the letter have yielded positive results (the letter moreso). Ultimately, it’s up to each faggot to (a) admit they need help, and (b) follow the advice I give. But I say this with complete confidence: There is NOBODY who is able to do what I do with my consistency. NOBODY.

My latest success story once again comes from a Question From Readers ask from a few weeks ago. CLICK HERE if you want to read it in its entirety. In summary, the reader (a faggot named Benjamin) was going on a cabin trip alone with his straight Alpha friend of eight years, and the faggot was desperate for any way to make an approach. I gave him some tips, and I suggested that Benjamin utilize the “Letter To An Alpha” approach.

Then Benjamin disappeared. However, he has returned with an incredible PART ONE of his experience with this (former) straight friend/now Master!

READ ON:

Hello Brother. As promised, here is the update about my time in a cabin with my Straight Alpha friend (I will be calling him Sir or Master from now on).

As you may have guessed from the last line there  things went well. In preparation of the holiday I shaved everything below the eyebrows, locked myself in my new 4 mm chastity cage, and printed out a copy of your prewritten letter to give him as there was not reliable wifi at the cabin.

We travelled there pretty normally, but I think he could tell there was something up. Just before we arrived we stopped at a supermarket for the weeks food and he asked what was up. I didn’t know what to say, so I just gave him the letter, took the shopping lists and went in to get what we needed while he read. Once I was back to the car he was done (probably multiple times I guess) and he said nothing. He also just gave me a look when I tried to speak, and I didn’t press the matter.

I drove the last 10 mins in silence, until we arrived at the cabin. Master got out and told me to bring everything in which I happily did, beginning with the food which needed to go in a fridge, then Sir’s bags, and finally my own property. As I was handling the bags, Master was going through the shopping I had brought. Once all his bags were in, Master decided he wanted a shower and called me over to where he was sat on the sofa. He assured me that he had read and understood the letter, and that we would be discussing it after his shower but for now I was to remove his boots and socks, then I was to move all his bags into the Master bedroom. I was to put mine in the cupboard of the smallest room and I was to be waiting naked and on my knees outside his EnSuite bathroom for him to be done, with a towel ready to dry his feet. In addition to my orders, I also had my chastity keys on hand to offer him at this point.

He showered for what felt like 30 mins, 20 of which I was kneeling outside the door. Eventually he came out with a towel around his waist. I didn’t see his face as I was looking at the ground, but I could see that he was still soaking wet below the knee. He walked past me and sat on the bed, and snapped his fingers. I moved quickly to his new position and went to begin drying his feet, but suddenly felt a pretty hard slap to the side of my face. Master told me one of the rules this week was that I was to kiss any part of him I was about to serve before and after I served. I apologised, kissed the top of his feet (must be around size 12 for my fellow fags who want those details) and began drying. With his foot in my lap this is when he saw the steel of my cage. Master asked about it and when I explained what it was, that I had been wearing it voluntarily for 4 months and that I currently had the keys, he ordered me to hand them over. He sounded very eager to have any form of control over another person at that point. Only once both feet were fully dry did he speak again, and he told me to look him in the eye. At this point, Master explained the new dynamic he had decided on, and rules:

1) He is the Master and to be obeyed. I am the faggot who obeys.

2) I am to call him Master or Sir in private, and carry on as normal in front of mutual friends. He may decide to let individual friends know, at which point I am to call him Master even in their presence.

3) I am to respond to any name he uses for me.

4) I am to never ask for access to my keys outside of a medical emergency.

5) In private I am to be naked in his presence.

6) In private I am not permitted to use furniture in his presence.

7) In private, I am to crawl in his presence unless I am required to stand for some form of service.

8) I am to kiss any part of his Godly body before service, and after service.

9) Master reserves the right to take, keep and store any photos he takes of the faggot in service. These cannot be shared publicly without the faggots consent, but the faggot cannot request or demand deletion.

10) The keys to the chastity cage are the application fee, and will not be returned should the faggot fail the probationary period.

He then discussed that I am not permitted to call myself His faggot just yet. Like with all jobs there will be a probation period where he is going to assess if I make his life better, or if it is nothing he should put any effort into. I do not have a fixed time scale for this period, but I am sure Master knows what he is doing and it would probably confuse my little faggot brain so I didn’t ask.

From that point I did everything I was asked to the best of my ability. I lived as his faggot puppy for the next week and a bit. I cooked every meal bar one, I slept on the floor in the corridor just outside his bedroom so I could answer Masters call instantly. I ate my meals from a bowl on the floor only once Sirs plates and the pots used to cook were clean and tidied away. I paid for all the food, got his shower to temperature before he got in.

After three days I earned the right to clean his feet. He has already had me putting on his shoes and socks, as well as taking them off and drying them after his showers. But that night (and every night after) he had me prepare a bucket of warm soapy water. I was to kneel (as always) and gently wash his feet while he played video games. I spent half an hour washing each foot, getting between the toes and really exfoliating (I used a scrubber from my wash bag which I also use for my face), then another 20 mins massaging each foot after drying it. Overall, an hour to wash his feet. Master did not criticise so faggot was extremely proud.

There were other tests of loyalty and challenges across the week, which I won’t write out in this post, maybe others if people want to hear it. But those were the first three days. I am back home now, straining against my cage writing this out and hoping I did a good enough job.

THIS IS HOW IT’S DONE!

Yes, I provided the tools to Benjamin, but Benjamin was the one who had to use them bravely and with integrity. And that’s exactly what he did, and it worked (again)!!

This experience illustrates something I’ve always insisted: most straight Alphas are open to being worshiped and served by faggots nonsexually. Sometimes it becomes sexual service, but nonsexual service feels less intrusive to them while also giving them the power trip their ego craves.

It simply takes technique combined with courage. I’m so proud of Benjamin for applying my advice with faith and bravery.

I can’t wait to hear the rest of this!

My Master Aaron was one of my first serious Masters, and during the three years he owned me something special happened – I imprinted on his scent. While he did have me sniff his armpits a couple of times, the imprinting largely happened through foot worship and, even more impactfully, when he allowed me to sleep next to him in bed.

I remember the sweetness of his scent. Master Aaron didn’t believe in wearing deodorant, but he didn’t need it. He was a bodybuilder who had a very clean diet, and everything about him – piss, cum, and sweat – was as pure as a newborn. I remember nuzzling next his eternally-warm body, his heated scent swirling around me like a gauze of diffused salted caramel.

I knew Master Aaron’s scent was affecting me then (he knew it , too), but it wasn’t until years later just how much I had imprinted on it. I was at a bar and I was passing through a group of Alphas when I smelled that scent – Master Aaron’s scent – drifting in the air.

I froze and glanced around, looking like someone verging on a panic attack. WAS HE HERE? Sadly he wasn’t, but more importantly, neither was I anymore. Suddenly in my mind I was on my knees kissing his feet once again. His scent markers, sampled randomly in the air, caused me to flash back to those moments with him from many years earlier!

That’s the power of scent imprinting and training!

In the nine years I’ve been teaching Hierarchical concepts online, I’ve spoken at length about the power of scent training. Whenever I do, I have people come at me and claim that scent plays almost no role in Hierarchical power dynamics and attraction. Their doubt is often based on old studies that were inconclusive regarding the impact of scent on human relations.

But better, more focused research has been conducted that seems to be much more conclusive.

First there is THIS STUDY that goes into a general study of human pheromones and their effects on behavior. Notice how it defines pheromones:

Pheromones are “airborne chemical signals released by an individual into the environment, and affecting the physiology and behavior of other members of the same species.” Pheromones have traditionally been defined as either releasers, compounds triggering immediate short-term behavioral responses, or primers, compounds triggering medium- to long-term changes in behavior or physiology. 

The same study also concluded that the “perception of a particular pheromone may be related to the genetic composite of the receiver” and “allows pheromones to play a major role in the sexual behavior and the choice of sexual partner in animals.” Humans are animals, and subsequent studies verified that there are “growing arguments for an influence by pheromone-like compounds on human physiology and behavior, and it is also possible that pheromone signals in humans, like in several other mammals (pigs, ferrets) may be transduced via the olfactory mucosa.”

Notice the depth and range of these pheromones:

“The natural human body odor consists of about 120 individual chemicals (Labows et al. 1979), of which some have pheromone properties. In general, body odors carry informational cues of great importance for individuals across a wide range of species, and signals hidden within the body odor cocktail are known to regulate several key behaviors in animals. For a long time, the notion that humans may be among these species has been dismissed. Psychophysical studies suggest, however, that humans, like many other animals, may be able to identify the emotional state of an individual belonging to the same species based solely on the body odor.”

Unsurprisingly, Men have much more intense and powerful pheromones higher in steroidal compounds that affect the moods of those receiving them: “Furthermore, smelling of two steroids, the 4,16-androstadien-3-one (AND), and estra-1,3,5(10),16-tetraen-3-ol (EST), have in several consecutive experiments shown to affect mood and arousal (Bensafi et al. 2003; Jacob et al. 2001; Lundstrom and Olsson 2005).”

Notice where the study isolates these mood-altering pheromones in Men:

“Androstadien-3-one (AND) is a derivative of gonadal progesterone and has been identified in urine, plasma, apocrine sweat, as well as semen and axillary hair (public hair).”

So we are not imagining things – Alpha scent is very powerful and impactful on those with receptors (females and faggots)!

There was also a fairly interesting (but in my mind, incomplete) study of “gaydar” when it comes to scent. I won’t dive into much of it because I feel like it’s missing some control experiments, but here’s what the study found:

“Gay men strongly preferred the odor of other gay men, lesbians gravitated toward the smell of other lesbians, and straight women rated the odor of straight men higher than that of gay men. Each group, in short, preferred the smell of their first-choice mates, indicating a scent-based ability to assess sexual orientation. Another study confirmed that gay men and lesbians can recognize and identify the odor of others who share their sexual preference. This kind of scent-based gaydar enables gays to pinpoint potential partners instantly.”

Notice how the study oddly seems to leave out straight Men? However, this study strongly suggests something I’ve been saying all along: straight Men (and of course, straight Alphas) can tell someone is a faggot even before the faggot knows. How? BY SCENT!

I would be willing to bet that if there was a study of males who self-identified as faggots, there would be the same reactivity to male pheromones as straight females. As the study above showed, there are specific pheromone receptors built into the ones meant to respond to them, and faggots respond just the same way as females to the scent of Alphas.

This was a lot of information, and I tried my best to walk you through the easiest path. Ultimately, scent is just as powerful as we’ve believed all along, so you’re not crazy for wanting to sniff your Alpha’s underwear or socks. You’re following your natural instinct to imprint on his scent the same way animals do.

And deep down, we are all animals.

I just want to add this weird little interview with Shawn Mendes where the interviewer asks to smell Shawn’s armpit and he let’s him do it! WE ALL UNDERSTAND THIS! It’s in our NATURE!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When we last heard from Mike, the older faggot of a powerful younger Alpha named Steve, Mike had made a disastrous choice that caused Master Steve to lock him in chastity for two weeks. Mike was devastated, but resigned to his fate since he was given a choice and he chose wrong.

But just because Master Steve is punishing Mike, that doesn’t mean Mike doesn’t still need to continue to serve. And that’s exactly what Mike has been doing:

After sending you the message yesterday,  as I was cleaning his house and laundry, I started to do a lot of thinking about his and I relationship and how it’s evolved into this.

But Saturday, I cleaned his house washed and folded his laundry.  This was actually the first time I ever did his laundry.  I assume this will be part of my new chores. I even went to the store and made his favorite, my chicken salad, which he always says is the best.  He normally likes it in refrigerator to snack on.  I guess this was my way of saying I’m sorry, because he always says words mean nothing but actions mean everything.  

He got home late as he said he would.  When he finally came to bed.  He did put his arm around me and I could smell the chicken salad on his breath.  That made me happy.

But to be honest, I didn’t sleep very well, I kept straining all night in my cage.  I don’t know how I’m going to get adjusted to this.   And pissing is almost impossible without making a mess.

Sunday was overall a good day,  everything was almost normal.  Except for I was constantly thinking about my cage.  Just before I was leaving at 3 o’clock he asked me to come into the living room.   He asked me to hand him my phone and unlock it, I did.  He opened up my Grindr app, and kinda scroll through it a second.  He asked me do I think it was appropriate for me to have this app on the phone talking to other guys since I had him.  I knew immediately what he wanted.  I said no it wasn’t and I’m very sorry I have it.  He handed me the phone back and said well you know what to do.  He watched as I deleted my account, data and app.  He said let’s make this clear, going forward he’s the only that can play with whoever and whenever.  And I will never have sex with anyone else but him, unless he approves or asks.  He said are we clear on this?  I said yes, sir.

What he did next actually kind of shocked me.  He took the keys to the chastity device and hung them the same place we keep our car keys.  He said remember what I told you always have free will to do what you want.  

We live about an hour and a half apart, that afternoon when I was leaving to go back home, he gave me a hug and kiss and said thanks for the chicken salad by the way.  I just smiled.

On the way home, I was thinking of how I could make up to him for choosing this option.

That really shows the kindness within Master Steve, a god-like quality of benevolence toward an inferior.

However, Master Steve then changed the stakes the next day:

WOW!!! That’s an incredible assignment! It’s also a tough one, a variation of The Nuclear Option method of punishment I’m always talking about!

Will Mike be able to find a faggot friend to service Master Steve? And how will it impact their relationship? Stay tuned!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend Giovanni. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

2024 was a phenomenal year for God Alpha Master Lorenzo. He finished critical studies and began work as a scientist and a lecturer. He managed an incredible acquisition of his first truly owned faggot Giovanni by moving Gio and his mother from Europe to Brazil, where he takes care of both of them.

But God Alphas aren’t content to remain stagnant, especially not young ones with the kind of dominance and intelligence Master Lorenzo possesses!

Late in 2024 Master Lorenzo added a second faggot to his rotation, another cute young faggot named Rafael. This was critical, because Master’s huge dick was too much for little Gio’s tight pussy to handle for daily use. The addition of Rafael provided days in between fucks to recuperate.

Households with multiple faggots can be challenging for both the Master and the faggots. Its success hinges on whether the faggots can lose their egos and remember that they are united in focus on the needs and pleasure of their Owner. Fortunately it seems that Gio and Rafael are managing to do just that, leading to a great amount of personal satisfaction for Master Lorenzo.

I was so glad to receive this update from Master Lorenzo:

Things here are going well. Gio`s mother wanted to spend Christmas with him, which is understandable, so I invited her to my house and Gio cooked a wonderful meal for the three of us. Rafael (my second fag) also wanted to be with his family, so I told him to spend the 24th and the 25th with his parents. On New Year’s Eve, however, I decided that I want both boys with me, so I talked to Gio’s mother that he would spend Jan 1st with her and the 31st with me. It was a very important bonding moments for my two faggots. 

I had been concerned about them because, although both were serving me very well, they would hardly ever interact with each other. For me it is not enough to have two sexy faggots on my feet I want them to get along well and learn from each other how to improve their service. My idea was to make them prepare a little New Year’s party for the three of us together. I knew that Gio or Rafael would be happy to do anything for me, but I specifically told them to do the groceries, prepare the house, cook a nice meal, make the drinks, and get new clothes together. The boys spent the whole day on Dec 30th running errands while I was at work and my plan worked perfectly well. When I arrived home at night, they were chatting in the living room, laughing together, and hanging out and all the things I asked were done. 

I held both of them together, Gio in my right arm and Rafael in my left arm, and we cuddled for a long time. I told them that I wanted them to see each other as brothers whose goal in life is serving me. Gio was more reluctant at first because he was used to having my full attention, but it didn’t take long for him to understand that I still love him. I also made it very clear that we are not a throuple. I am the only man in the house and they are two faggots who must obey me. They agreed and said that they would do their best to make me proud. I told them that I was already very proud to see that they had completed all the tasks, so I kissed both of them in their mouths and told them to give me a double blowjob. 

Both Rafael and Gio had sucked my dick hundreds of times before, but doing it together was a new thing for all of us. They didn’t know exactly how to react, so I told them to relax and just follow my orders. I trained them to alternate between my dick and my balls, so Gio starts sucking my dick while Rafael worships my balls, then I snap my fingers and they change. It was a wonderful exercise for my boys. Needless to say, I also trained them to get fucked together. I put Gio in missionary position on the edge of the bed and Rafael goes on top of him so their bellies can touch. They start making out while I put some lube in their holes and while they kiss each other, I alternate my dick fucking Gio’s hole and Rafael’s hole in this position. They also learned how to get on all fours side by side shaking their asses to me. 

See how marvelous it is when an Alpha can relax in his Kingdom in peace while he is served by obedient faggot slaves? It gives the Alpha even more confidence and energy to accomplish even bigger things!

Master Lorenzo now has this first part of his Kingdom in place and serving harmoniously. He’s set up an orderly arrangement to control this:

2025 started better than any other year I’ve ever had, Sam. The boys are very obedient and get along well. Rafael doesn’t live with me yet because he’s too connected to his parents, but he comes to my place every Friday night and serves me until Monday morning, when he goes to work. In fact, Gio is a lucky boy because he has much less work now, for Rafael cleans the whole house on the weekends. I also refrain from fucking Gio’s pussy when Rafael is here so he can rest his hole. For me, it’s perfect because I have two warm mouths and two tight holes to use. I will eventually own other faggots but for now I prefer to focus on these two and train them as much as possible. 

The new Fag Schedule looks like this now:

Monday: Romantic Night with Gio

Tuesday: Good Boy’s Night with Gio

Wednesday: Puppy’s Night with Gio

Thursday: Femboy’s Night with Gio

Friday: Femboy’s Night with Gio and Rafael 

Saturday: Romantic Night with Gio and Rafael

Sunday: Total Submission with Gio and Rafael

I think that schedule is pretty amazing! It’s so well balanced, making allowances for his faggots’ need to feel affection and safety with his own need to dominate and be worshiped.

As Master Lorenzo expands his Kingdom to include more faggots, this will become the template by which he can rule them all effectively. I’m so proud of Master Lorenzo, and I’m proud to be called his faggot as well!