The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I love awakening straight God Alphas. Throughout my life I have been responsible for multiple God Alpha awakenings, both in my personal life as well as my online Hierarchical teaching “career”. There is nothing like that moment when a God Alpha’s eyes are opened to the truth about himself, about his place in Hierarchy, and, most importantly, everything that is now possible in his life.

The impossible suddenly becomes not only possible, but probable.

When Master Kenzo’s lifelong faggot Kevin first opened his eyes to the truth about his Alphahood and the ownership of inferior males, I don’t know that any of us realized exactly how much power coursed through Master Kenzo. At a glance, Master Kenzo seemed like practically any other young straight Alpha who was married with kids.

But Kevin hinted early on that Master Kenzo was different. He told me there was an undeniable and irresistible control and magnetism about his Alpha friend, something so powerful he couldn’t resist it any longer. With my encouragement, Kevin opened up the Pandora’s Box of Master Kenzo’s Alphahood …

… And a Kraken emerged, awe-inspiring in power and hungry for world domination.

In almost no time flat, Master Kenzo made the leap to faggot owner and breeder, quickly accepting that it is his natural right to use anyone or anything he wants. However, owning and using faggots is easy when you’re as powerful as Master Kenzo.

But there is a greater expression of power than that: the cucking and submitting of other straight Men.

Listen to Master Kenzo’s description of what he just did a couple of days ago:

Since you’re very well versed in Hierarchy matters, I want your insight on something. I’m in the process of acquiring new slaves, looking first at my former submissive high school classmates.

There is one I have some contacts with and who lives not far away. He was of those thugs bullying weak boys and to whom I gave a proper beating, after which he became an obedient buddy. He’s married to an ex-girlfriend, who ended up with him after I dumped her, although since then I have still fucked her from time to time. I’m thinking I could enslave them both and considering how to do it.

As mentioned, I got in touch with the former high school mate I had put in his place. I went over to his place to share a few beers. In friendly conversation, I had fun reminding him how badly I kicked his ass and how obedient he had become afterwards. He laughed awkwardly and said “I knew better than to mess with you!” and I then I knew I had a free path. I even said: “I’m sure if I had told you to kiss My feet in front of everyone, you would have!” He was visibly embarrassed, but replied, “You’d already humiliated me in front of everyone, anyway!”

As I was sitting in front of him, I slumped back in My armchair, stretched, put My socked feet on his lap and watched for his reaction. He didn’t object and carried on as if nothing had happened. After a moment, I said: “Why don’t you rub them?” He paused, reluctant. “Come on, buddy, be a nice boy, I need it!” With an uneasy chuckle, he began to rub My feet. After a while, as we were talking about his wife, My ex-girlfriend, I said: “You know I still fuck her now and then, right? After all, it would be hard for her to give up the best sex after having enjoyed a taste of it.”

He was shocked and angry. I think he had some suspicions, but for Me to tell him so openly obviously hurt and humiliated him deeply. He pushed My feet away and said very angrily “Wait, are you serious right now”? I got up and approached him menacingly: “What? You want to try and get your lost male honor back? Go on, we’ll see if the result will be different this time.” After a few seconds, he lowered his eyes. “That’s more like it”, I said, and I sat back down and rested back My feet on his lap.

He remained quite silent for the next few minutes while I was chattering to him about My fucks with his wife, when she came home. He pushed My feet away again immediately, but I got up and went to greet her before he did. “Hey babe, I just talked to your husband, he’s OK with us having sex! How about it, right now?” She was very surprised, glanced at her husband who was remaining silent and looking away, then she enthusiastically replied “Sure, why not!”

We went to their bedroom and I fucked her like a bitch (including My favorite position: foot on her head). I think her screams were very audible. When I let her rest in bed and went back into the living room, he was playing video games with the headphones on and the sound very loud! I sat down on the sofa and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, buddy, I’m exhausted from making your wife orgasm, I could use another foot massage while I rest.” He reluctantly sat in front of Me, remaining silent, his face tight and angry, but massaged My feet while I played his game console.

She must have been asleep, because I didn’t see her again that night and, an hour later, when I got up, I said to the inferior boy: “You know what? You actually should kiss My feet and thank Me for pleasuring your wife better than you do.” Once again, he remained frozen, silent, eyes downcast. I slammed My fist into my palm and said, “Or maybe I should teach you some manners?” Then he rushed to kiss My feet and mumbled, “Thank you for fucking my wife.” “That’s better. Good boy.” I said.

THIS is how it’s done!

I really wish more Alphas understood the incredible and unlimited nature of their own power. Of course, not every Alpha is a God Alpha, but every Alpha has within him the ability to flex his superiority in any circumstance and take what he wants.

The real difference here is that Master Kenzo has the WILL and the HUNGER to match his indominable God Alpha power.

Flushed with adrenaline, notice what Master Kenzo chose to do immediately after this dramatic conquest:

I can tell you: when I went back to My second home, I fucked Kevin harder than ever. The poor boy was pretty roughed up, as I slapped and spat at him. But I cuddled him and reminded him how much I love him.

Notice he didn’t run home to his wife, but instead he chose to mount and breed his conquered faggot Kevin. Why? Because that was a night of conquest, a night of Kingdom building, and it was important to Master Kenzo that he keeps all aspects of his reign in submission.

But Master Kenzo is far, far from done.

So, as you can see, I’ve made pretty good headway. But it’s far from complete yet. I want more.

I want him to kiss My feet right in front of her, maybe even suck My dick. I want her to watch and see that the man she had chosen to marry is inferior to Me and is made to submit to Me. And I want him to actually watch and see Me fucking his wife and hear her cries of ecstasy with My cock inside her. I want him to worship Me while I fuck his wife.

And in due time, I want to fuck him like a bitch. I want to deprive him of his last remaining vestiges of manhood. He will cry hard, I’m sure, but he will thank Me later, when he enjoys the true delight of servitude to Me.

You know what, faggot? I truly love power. I love being a God. I love being Me.

I asked Master Kenzo about cucking his faggot, and he replied this way:

I think I’m going to absolutly love cuckolding. I’m going to love breaking other males and making them accept their place below Me within the great order of Male Hierarchy. I so much enjoyed to humiliate him this much and to see the defeat in his eyes, to see him realize that even as a straight married man, he was still doomed to bow to My superiority, whenever and howerver I would decide.

I won’t stop until his humiliation is complete. I’m going to mercilessly eradicate every single last tiny drop of ego and pride in him, until he’s nothing but a grateful worm at My feet. So I have decided.

I wonder if he’s already processing that he will never father child of his own. I won’t permit it. His wife’s womb is Mine.

I’m going to love My life.

Master Kenzo is in his early twenties, and he’s already doing things that even more experienced Alphas hesitate to try. He’s unstoppable.

He’s the very definition of a God Alpha. We’ve awakened an Alpha Beast of apocalyptic power, and he will not be satisfied until he’s consumed the world.

And we will be grateful as he feasts.

Declan took me out to the pub yesterday and had many drinks. Ordered me to go to the washroom and video myself pissing in the urinal. A guy walked in and said:

“Hey sexy, need me to take your phone and video you pissing Sir?”

I had one hand on my phone and one holding my pants and didn’t have time to hide or move. He peaked over and said

“Oh fuck!!! I fucking thought you were a dominant guy.” He laughed and left
I guess he only came to flirt and try to hook up in the washroom.

After I washed my hands I went back to the table and the guy bought Declan a beer. I walked over embarrassed and he said:

“Hey boy, I bought your man a beer, why don’t you go have a smoke and come back once the men finish talking”

I looked at Declan and he said “Go boy!”

Once I came back, Declan was alone and I asked what happened.

“He loved that you were locked. He thought I was your sub. He was asking me if I would lend you out one day. I took his number and will message him this weekend. He drinks Budweiser, go buy him a beer and let him know it’s from me.”

I walked over with a beer and handed to him and his buddy said: “next time don’t forget my beer boy”

Oh man I was humiliated. Being at the bar and being watched by that group of guys. Outing me that I was owned and cock locked.

X/Twitter: JKTORONTO11 (Zack – me) & Bluesky: JKTORONTO11 (Declan)

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Hey, I’ve been reading your website for a while but I’ve never sent you a message before. However, I just saw your last post about vers men and I want to clarify one thing in case people do not agree with you:

SAM IS RIGHT, VERS ARE FAGGOTS

I am 41, I’ve been married with a sub fag for 20 years. We met when he was 18 and I was 21. After a few weeks talking online (back in 2005), he insisted that he was vers and he would only get in a relationship with me if I bottomed for him too. I invited him out for dinner for our very first date, I ordered a salad for him and told him that he should eat something light because I was going to fuck him. He took it as a joke. After 2 glasses of red wine and a few hours later, he was on his knees in my apartment sucking my dick.

I spent 5 minutes fucking his throat and repeating out loud that there was just one top in my house. 20 years later, he is a very successful and happy man, whose little dick has not seen a hole since 2005.

I truly believe that vers men enjoy the feeling of fucking, it feels awesome. But it only takes one real man to make them understand what they are. So, if anyone doubts you, here is a 40-year-old Alpha with 20 years of experience fucking multiple faggots and owning my most precious fag as my husband.

Congrats for your great content, Sam. I hope you have a nice weekend.

Master, thank you very much for your perfectly-written explanation of what I consider to be the correct Hierarchical interpretation! Your thoughts and experience should be the final nail in the coffin for the versatile argument. You’ve destroyed it completely.

Your fag husband should be very grateful that you are the Alpha you are, and that you submitted him with your great power. Without that, your husband would’ve wasted more of his life lost in a limbo of confusion and uncertainty. How sad that would be! 

I can understand why some faggots want to cling to the “versatile” tag. As you said, fucking feels great, but it also has to do with a fear of losing complete control to an Alpha. Of losing autonomy. Of becoming a possession. 

The twist in this is the fact that being completely owned by an Alpha brings great FREEDOM. It allows the faggot to truly experience purpose and fulfillment every day. I liken the times I’ve been owned to being in the eye of a hurricane. The world all around is chaos, but I’m safe and at peace under the power of my Master. No doubt your faggot feels that way. I wish that feeling for every faggot.

Master, I would dearly love to profile you on the site. I think your twenty-plus year reign over Hierarchy has given you much wisdom and insight that I’d love to share if you’re willing. Please write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com.

Thank you, Master! 

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The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There are many extremely dominant and powerful straight Alphas in the world. Sadly, many of them pass on the possibility of attaining true power through the ownership of faggots because of their disgust of faggots in general and the homophobic stigma that comes with it.

But some straight Alphas are too powerful to allow the petty insecurities of inferior males to keep them from receiving all of the worship and service they know they deserve. I’ve been blessed to know some of these greatest Alphas, and I’ve been able to chronicle them online as well.

I call them God Alphas, for they are Lord and Master over all.

When my dear brother Kevin began telling me about his former friend Master Kenzo, he seemed to be perfect in every way. I held back my excitement, though, because I know how faggots sometimes hyperventilate over Men and oversell them.

But I’ve recently been in communication with Master Kenzo as well as Kevin, and I can tell you he is every bit the God Alpha Kevin described. Maybe more powerful than Kevin or I ever imagined.

To recap: Master Kenzo is a purely straight Alpha in his early twenties who is married to a gorgeous female named Sarah, and they have two beautiful little boys. Master grew up knowing Kevin, a slightly older faggot. However, recently Kevin (with an assist from me) admitted to Master Kenzo that he was a faggot, and Master Kenzo seized the opportunity to own Kevin as his personal property. Honestly, it happened so quickly and naturally that it still shocks me.

But here’s a secret: faggot ownership unlocks new levels of power within a straight Alpha. Once a straight Alpha feels the rush that comes from having another male totally submit himself and serve him selflessly, he suddenly realizes that he can have anything he wants. He starts to see the world the way only the most powerful and elite Kings see it. From that point, he ascends and transforms into a being of pure and radiant power. He realizes that nothing – NOTHING – can stop him or resist him.

At that point, a God Alpha like Kenzo makes the impossible possible.

Here’s a story Master Kenzo just told me that illustrates my point. You see, like almost all Alphas, Master Kenzo has multiple females he fucks besides Lady Sarah (and Kevin). He has a primary side-chick who serves as his most convenient cum dump. But now that Master Kenzo has ascended, his power needs have grown exponentially, and it’s changing everything in his life rapidly.

Notice the latest change:

The chick is a booty call I met at the gym a few years ago. She’s not as sweet nor as smart as My beloved lady Sarah and she’s not partner or mother material, but she’s still very hot. So I love to fuck her from time to time, and I enjoy being tougher with her than with Sarah.

A year ago or so, while we were in bed and she was resting on My chest, she tried to seduce Me and suggest to Me that I should consider dumping Sarah and settle with her instead. I was furious. I put her in her place by crushing her head with My foot while I fucked her. I said “you’ll never disrespect my beloved Sarah again! Know your place, bitch” She begged for My mercy. Since then, she has always remembered her place.

Recently, while we were cuddling in bed, My lady Sarah mentioned that she would like to have a maidservant of her own, a girl she could order around. She’s an obedient and loving partner and great mother for My sons, so I wanted to reward her. I realized that my main side chick was the best candidate for the position.

So I went to her place last weekend. She began to undress but I told her that, before I ever fuck her again, she was going to submit to My lady and be my family’s domestic slave girl as well as my sexual slave. She fell on her knees and began to cry. She said “You want me to serve her? At your place?” I sternly answered “Either that, or you’ll never see me again”. With tears in her eyes, she moved towards me on all fours and started to unzip my pants. I stopped her by grabbing her wrists. “Please! I want it so badly! I can’t live without You!” she said, but I replied angrily “So, what are you going to do?”. And she broke into tears “I’ll be your family’s slave, Master! Please, don’t leave me, please! I’m begging you!”. “That’s a good girl” I said, before face-fucking her.

That night, she slept in Kevin’s basket in our bedroom. She kissed our feet while we were making love, and then I fucked her on the floor while Sarah was resting on the bed. The morning after, she learned her new duties to My lady as her maidservant and I informed Kevin of my new slave’s arrival in My stable.

Incredible!

What I find particularly interesting is how Master Kenzo’s ascension to God Alpha-levels of power has affected his Lady, Sarah. She was already remarkably understanding of Master Kenzo’s needs as an Alpha, but now that Master Kenzo has taken ownership of a faggot she wants a slave, too. She’s feeding off of the power and direction of her God Alpha Owner.

Master Kenzo demonstrates what can be achieved when a completely secure and powerful straight Alpha takes ownership, not just of faggots, but also his own Alphahood. Essentially, he can truly create any life he chooses, become whatever he chooses to be, and take ownership of everything and everyone he wants.

He can build a Kingdom. He can become a King.

Master Kenzo is that King!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling a 43-year-old black-American faggot in France named Nate who boldly teaches Alphas about Hierarchy. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Occasionally I run across a faggot who listens carefully to the things I teach and then executes them at a high level. I love these ones because I often receive messages from them telling me about the successes they’re having in submitting to Alphas or even approaching Alphas.

Every win by a faggot in this area means yet another advancement in the battle we wage against a world in denial of the truth of Hierarchy.

A tremendous victory was recently achieved by a 43-year-old faggot in France named Nate. I first met Nate when he approached me about translating vital parts of this site into French in order to further the reach and message (which I absolutely love and appreciate!).

But Nate is much more proactive and clever than I even realized. He’s a faggot after my own heart, because he enjoys the process of opening the understanding of straight Alphas and helping them grasp the truth of Hierarchy in their own lives. He does this is a variety of ways, including several of the techniques I’ve long espoused online. Read Nate’s account and see if you can spot some of them!

Your site helped me be bolder in accepting my position as a trainer faggot. I train both Alphas and faggots. My Master, I’ll call him D for the moment until I can ask him if it’s alright that I disclose his identity. Master D I met at the gym. I thought that he was like 27 around 30 years old and he thought that I was like 20. I’m 43 and he’s 20. I’m Black-American and he’s Italian. I look very young for my age so people are always thinking that I look super young. 

But when I met him I detected this kind of suppressed Alpha energy but I wasn’t sure if he actually was an Alpha. After the gym we would all go to the sauna and I just remember wondering if he was indeed an Alpha. He’s very playful and accommodating and he’s immensely popular. So, in the sauna I began to sit on the bottom seat next to his feet. I did notice that he would pay particular attention to me even though he was surrounded by his gym friends and joking with them. He just kept looking at me and I couldn’t understand why. Then, he began joining me on the bottom step, which confused me. So, I wondered if he had actually misunderstood my gesture. 

All of the shower stalls are single person except one, which has two shower heads. I always shower in the one that has two shower heads. No one ever goes into that shower if another person is in there. One day, however, Master D walked into it while I was showering and I was shocked. He didn’t make any deal out of it and just began showering right next to me. This was when I thought that he was hitting on me but wasn’t really an Alpha. But my mind kept going back and forth because I had not seen this type of behavior in another Alpha before. Yet, what he did was so confident that I didn’t understand it. 

Then I invited him to Thanksgiving dinner with my friends and he accepted tentatively as he needed to check in with his girlfriend. I knew that he really wanted to be there but I knew that his girlfriend would have reservations because she truly knew no one. So they didn’t come, but I was impressed by the fact that he wholeheartedly accepted my invitation. So, since he could not attend I made Master D a doggy bag and brought it to him. He was elated! I wrote on the containers ‘Alpha’. He saw that, looked at me but said nothing (he speaks English well but prefers French). He told me to hold his stuff while he put the food in his bag. I told him that I was delighted to hold anything for him. He said that he ate everything but the Turkey because he doesn’t like day old meat (I am vegetarian so I don’t even know what the turkey tasted like). It was his first Thanksgiving meal and he had never tasted those flavors. 

So, then I got bold enough to ask him if he thought that he was an Alpha. He said that he thought so but wasn’t sure what it entailed. I explained to him what I knew about it and how I saw his comportment but I didn’t want to impose my thoughts on him. I could tell that he was hesitant to accept his role and I was very confused as to why. I told him that I was a faggot. He didn’t exactly understand what a faggot was so I told him a servant or a submissive. I could see that he felt more relaxed, but he as still very hesitant. So, I asked him if I could call him Master or Alpha and he said yes. That’s how it began.

Long-time readers will recognize some of Nate’s actions from my writings. For example, I’ve always stressed to faggots that they take a physical position lower than the Alpha they’re interested in. In this case, Nate purposely sat on a lower bench at this Alpha’s feet. Nate also made himself useful, providing food (labeled with the word “Alpha” – clever!). And then Nate used one of my absolutely favorite intro lines: “Sir, do you consider yourself to be Alpha?” This often leads to very revealing conversations, which is why I’ve always pushed this technique.

See how effective these things were for Nate:

One day I saw him at the gym without his water bottle. I asked him where it was and he said that he had accidently broken it. I laughed about him not knowing his own strength and he laughed in agreement. Two days later I bought him another water bottle of the same size. His is like 5 liters compared to my 1.2 liters, Master D is extremely ripped and he takes his fitness seriously! He thanked me and smiled but never told me that I should not have, which I though significant. Then, in the sauna later he told the other guys that apparently, he was an Alpha according to me. I was more embarrassed by that declaration than he was. In fact, he didn’t seem bothered by it at all. 

He started responding quicker to my messages and so I took that opportunity to make sure and call him Master. He would reply with “Sir” and I finally told him, when he was on vacation that he could call me faggot. He said he still didn’t understand the significance of the word so I explained it better to him and then sent him “The Prime” page that I translated for you. He actually read it and told me that there were some things on it that he didn’t necessarily agree with but all in all he felt that he was an Alpha. So then he said he would call me faggot from then on. 

A few times in the gym he would assert his authority over me and I loved it! One time he told me that he needed the dumbbell that I was working with. I stared at him and he at me and I knew my place and I gave it to him. He told me to get another one and I did but went for a smaller one. He corrected me and told me to go bigger. I told him that he was right and he said, “of course! I’m always right!” He smiled slightly but no laugh. Then in the shower, which he continues to share with me, he will not let me take a warm shower anymore. He tells me to join him in the sauna and I have to leave when he does to take a shower and go back in. He requires that the shower be cold. One time I tried to wash up the soap off in warm water and he felt the water was warm and said very directly, “turn the water to cold.” Then he continued doing what he was doing as if he knew I would obey. I HATE cold anything, especially water and weather but I knew I had to obey my Master. 

So, yesterday he laid down his preliminary ground rules as my Master. He said that he is not a dictator but he wanted to be my Master if I wanted to serve him and I agreed. I told him that I wanted to be at his feet and he was shocked. Then I told him that it was normal and why I had started sitting down in the sauna next to his feet. He remembered and said, now he understood! But even after all of this I was wondering why he was so passive about owning a faggot or being an Alpha. I just kept questioning if I had gotten it wrong because I’m used to Alpha’s taking charge almost immediately. But then, during one of our conversations I understood much better. He is Italian and, though he does not practice any particular religion, his upbringing has it in his head that he doesn’t have a natural superiority over faggots. I sighed in defeat because of the hardest things for a person to overcome are erroneous religious beliefs.

See how just a few careful applications of techniques I’ve been teaching can unlock a straight Alpha’s need and desire for ownership and control? These Alphas WANT to be MASTERS of everything. They WANT TO BE KINGS. To a limited degree they can get that from females, but once they realize they can truly become that by owning and using faggots, they want that just as badly.

Hierarchy is practically part of our biology. It’s hard-wired into us. Therefore, we respond in somewhat predictable ways for our type. All Alphas love power and worship. All faggots love to submit and serve.

Nate and I and other faggots are simply utilizing triggers for these natural needs and wants in Alphas so that we might be fulfilled in service to them. You can do it, too!

The following post is part of a thread about Master Simon, a 17-year-old Apex Alpha in Sweden who has taken ownership of his faggot father, Algot. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Last October I published a pretty inflammatory article (again) featuring a young male having sex with his father (again). The wrinkle in this story is that the young male, Simon, is a natural-born Alpha who has been using faggots for a couple of years, and his father, Algot, was one of the faggots he fucked and now owns.

Yeah, I know. It’s actually crazy how many of these types of stories I’ve uncovered over the years. Do you think it’s telling us something about Hierarchy? IT DEFINITELY DOES!

Anyway, I heard from Master Simon yesterday, and he had something shocking to tell me.

I have not really gave you any updated as of late i am so sorry but it is becues it has all crashed and burned. 

It got out that i was using my father and lets just say people were not happy me and my dad have been ridiculed publicly in our city and has decided to stop our master slave relationship we both also realized that even though it was hierarchy correct for me to use him like that it was not ethical in anyway so we both have decided to move to a new city to start a new life we have also decided to move to different citys and go low contact for a while be both still love each other and need to realize we are father and son and nothing more 

I just wanted to update you on the situation i will also add that i will still carry on being and alpha and using faggots in the my new place and my father will still be a faggot and get used at his new place. 

My question for you is how I’m supposed to go back to normal whit my dad when i know he is under me in the hierarchy and when i know i have had him as a slave

WOW!

While I’m sad that Master Simon had to confront the world’s angry mob of torch-carrying Karens, I’m not too sorry that Master Simon is no longer fucking his faggot father. I just don’t feel like it’s a healthy situation.

I told Master Simon this, but I also reminded him of this: Hierarchy in its purest form doesn’t recognize the rightness or the wrongness of an Hierarchical action. The action is right or wrong based solely on power. So, in the case of Master Simon and his faggot father, the situation between the two is perfectly Hierarchical.

Master Simon responded to my criticism:

What you said about my father/faggot is true. He will always crave me. It was me who had to put a stop to me using him he protested but i just think its unhealthy for us both. His last act of service was buying my new apartment and moving me in. i really hope he finds an alpha who treat him well. I will update you when i find a new faggot in the city.

You can hear the affection Master Simon has for his faggot father. He deeply understands and appreciates the unavoidable truth about his father, and even though he doesn’t have the traditional respect for him the way other sons have for their fathers, he still wants his father to find a proper Alpha.

For me, the story underlines the struggle the Hierarchical movement faces against societal “norms”. Hierarchy rattles that false foundation to its core, and so it’s natural that society would fight back.

I’m so proud of Master Simon for not allowing what happened in his previous city to stop his desire to own faggots and express his Alphahood. He’s absolutely fearless, and simply wants to find fulfillment as an Alpha.

And I guarantee you that nothing will ever stop that!

The other day I conducted an interview on an XSpace and many others joined in. One of those speakers was a findom Alpha named @DomSirNash.

Master Nash is more than just a findom Alpha. He’s an older Alpha who understands the value of the power he has been given, and he likes to use it whenever he discovers a faggot in public.

This is the kind of thing I’m always encouraging Alphas to do. Just walk up and demand service. They will give in to true Alphas every time. And I guarantee there is nothing like that rush of breaking someone through just the sheer force of will!

This is produced porn, but it gets the details right. Like those flimsy blankets, or those damned flip-flops.

I was locked up for 2 years, and this isn’t far from the truth. Let me put it this way: there was so much sex they had to take baby oil off the commissary list!

This weekend, Declan (My Dom boyfriend) went online and posted that he wanted people to visit his Wishlist on Amazon and throne.   If people shopped around and purchased things for him that he would take a “Me day” which would include tying me up for the evening and being left alone while he keeps me stored away. 

It was Saturday and I had worked a very long tough week at work and was excited about my Saturday night.  Once again I was relying on my followers to make the decision of what was going to happen to me. I hated that since my followers tend to want me to suffer.  Lol 

I did some shopping and arrived home. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to pour myself a glass of wine or if I would be grabbed from behind and tied up.

Everything was normal and for a brief moment I thought Declan had forgot about it all.   He already had a beer in his hand and I decided to pour myself a glass of wine.

He left to the washroom and moments later I heard:

“Babe can you come give me a hand for a second?”

I got up and rushed over to see what he needed a hand with when he jumped out from behind the door and yelled out: 

“GET ON YOUR KNEES NOW!!!”

I was not expecting this and was shocked and immediately got on my knees.  

“Put your hands behind your back!”

I hesitated but with a quick punch in the arm I complied and placed my hands behind my back.    He locked a pair of handcuffs on me and grabbed my arm and guided me up.   

“No more talking,  you need to shut up or things will get bad for you.  You can blame all your fans on X and on my blue for this.”

He took me to the dinning room and had me sit on a chair. He placed my arms and hands behind the chair and attached another pair of cuffed from the chair onto me.   I now had no way to escape. 

“I’m going to gag you but before I do is there anything you need to tell me?”

Me: “Please Declan, it’s Saturday and let’s hang”

Declan: “As I said, your followers bought me gifts and now I’m obligated to keep you stored away all night.”

As he was saying that, I heard the sound of duct tape behind me and he shoved a dirty sock in my mouth.  He wrapped duct taped on my mouth but continued to unroll it a few times around my head.   A bandana placed around my eyes and a pillow case was now placed on my head.  I no longer can speak or see anything.

He didn’t stop as he took ropes and wrapped it around my body to the chair.

I am sitting there and tried to move but with my wrist tied behind my chair and attached to the chair, I was helpless and I knew I wasn’t going to be let out anytime soon.   

Later, I can hear in the other room that he was watching porn.   I honestly was getting hard knowing he was hard and probably jerking off.

“Ding dong” the door bell rang and I heard  footsteps running to the door. 

A quiet whisper: “Quiet, I tied my boyfriend in the other room.”

Everything went quiet and then I yell out a moan since someone lifted my shirt and was playing with my nipples and then it stopped. Moments later I heard the bedroom door shut.

Music was playing so I wasn’t able to hear nothing.   About an hour later I heard the door open and close and then Declan came by and asked me if I was ok.  I nodded that I was ok.

Now that the guy left he decided to play video games and he did for a couple hours. 

An uber delivery dropped off food.    He was enjoying his night without me and doing what he liked.

Hours later the door bell rang again and I heard Declan say: 

“Let’s go to the room.  You suck me and then ass promised you can have him.”

Have him?  Not sure what that meant until I heard the music got louder as the door oppened. I was untied from the chair and was taken to the bedroom where I was pushed to the bed leaning on my stomach.  My feet were still on the ground.   Pants were pushed down to my ankles and I heard someone spit on my hole before a cock was entered in my ass.   It didn’t take long before the loud moaning and I felt shots of cum shoot in my ass.    

Did Declan just whore me out to someone that just came by to suck him off?!?

I was left leaning on the bed and the guy must of left . I had no clue what was happening. Was hoping to be released but I heard the shower running and Declan was not in the room anymore.  He came back later but not to release me, he pulled me onto the bed, attached shackles to my feet and put me in a hogtied position.   That’s where I was left for a while until he came back and untied me and said: “Lay on your stomach and don’t move, you are already lubed up with cum so no need for lube.” (He untied me)

He fucked me and this time it was a long lasting fuck.   I still wasn’t able to speak since I was naked but I still had my mouth gagged with duct tape.    

As I’m laying there I realize how much of an object I was and how I am his property.  I was so horny and all of a sudden my cock started to erupt and shots of cum was shooting out of my chastity.   Declan realized what was happened as my ass tighten and was moaning and he instantly pulled out and blew his load in my ass.  He got up and told me to put the sheets in the washing machine since I made a mess with my cum.

Yes I shot a huge load while his cock was fucking me hard and it was amazing!

I stripped the bed sheets and got it in the washing machine and then went to the living room and massaged his feet with lotion.   

Declan: “I think I am going to get your fans to decide what to do with you more often.   They do tend to like me more than you.”

To this day, I still don’t know who came over to service my boyfriend and who breeded my ass with his seed.   All he said is that we hung out with the guy once and I mentioned he was “hot as fuck”, but I say that a lot. Lol

True story… the end

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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!

I was so inspired by my little brother Prath. When We first met him, he was struggling to introduce the idea of fag service to a straight Alpha he knew. Through several coaching sessions with me, he was able to muster the courage to sit this Alpha down and discuss Hierarchy.

And the Alpha responded favorably!

That was back in November. I hadn’t heard much from Prath since then. He told me he offered to start paying his new Master’s rent, which he accepted. Sometimes financial service can break down a straight Alpha’s resistance to using faggots.

In this case, the ploy worked beautifully. This straight Alpha started using Prath for oral service, but in a curious way:

Yes brother but it’s been in month or more. He never let me touch him with his hands. Master used my mouth everytime. He didn’t like I use my hands to touch his cock.

Interesting! Some Alphas don’t like hands to be used because they just want to feel the mouth servicing them. But I was wondering if it had to do with that, or if it was because Prath is a faggot.

Today, Prath updated me:

Hey bro I told you about paying Master’s rent he was very happy and let me remain in his house for the whole night. He asked to prepare dinner for while he gave me his leftovers. It never happened before. I was nervous as I never ate leftover material ever before. And he officially used my ass for the whole nighttt. It was really great fucking experience. His cock felt actually bigger in my ass. He was raw and very deep and almost ruined my hole. It was great experience for the first time brother.

So awesome!

Yes brother it was really amazing I never realized that it could be this great with alpha man but it was really different. I felt like some girlie or sissy not a man at all when he was fucking my raw and rough.

Prath is experiencing the transformational power of Alpha cock! When an Alpha fucks a male, he essentially strips them of their masculinity, leaving them emasculated and deeply submissive. Many faggots are not prepared for that until it happens to them.

What’s left inside the faggot is a cock-sized hole of need that will keep the faggot obediently crawling back to get fucked again and again. It’s that craving that all fucked faggots have. I call it “The Void”. It’s a yawning chasm of yearning that fucked faggots are forever needing to fill.

Now Prath joins our ranks. Congratulations, 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!

Master Anthony is truly one of a kind, a burgeoning God Alpha who is expanding his power almost daily. I can only imagine how overwhelmed my faggot brother Fabien is these days. One minute he thought he had a new roommate, and the next minute he finds himself enslaved to a truly irresistible young powerhouse.

I had some questions about Master Anthony’s sexuality. This means nothing to me, but it seems to mean everything to the insecure, close-minded straight Alphas who follow me and loudly proclaim that an Alpha who uses a faggot sexually cannot be straight. This is pure horseshit. Every sexual therapist knows of the countless studies of male sexuality that disprove such a narrow view of it. But whatever.

So Fabien bravely asked Master Anthony some questions about his sexuality:

To answer some points: I can confirm that Anthony is straight, because in the last few months we’ve lived together, he’s brought girls home a few times (never the same one, though!). And judging by what I could hear from my room at night, he’s as good a lover as one can imagine. 😉 I wouldn’t be surprised if he displays his dominance over me in front of some new girls one of these days. This morning, I asked him if he already had dominated someone that way before, and he said “I have already had boot-lickers, sure. But never yet a cocksucker as well!” He’s obviously used to people submitting to him in many ways, but I think I’m the first with whom he can take it this far, and the first to be a proper slave.

Just as I suspected! It’s clear that Master Anthony’s previously-limited experiences with faggots got his juices flowing for a more formal faggot slave, and he’s targeted Fabien as his first official property.

To make that acquisition even more official, Master Anthony laid down some firm rules for his new slave Fabien.

Anthony was staying at home all morning today, and just before noon, he beckoned me to come and see him. I knelt before him, and bowed my head to the ground at his feet before straightening up. “Nice one” he said. “I’ve decided it’s time to set some rules”.
I’m trying to remember and to transcribe his words and my answers as faithfully as possible.

“From now on, you’re to call me either Sir or Master at all time, up to you and depending of the circumstances. Understood?”

“Sir, yes Sir. Thank you, Master.”

(Small note: I also have to use “vouvoiement”, something that can’t really be translated into English. Basically, it means using the second-person pronoun in the plural form (“vous”) rather than the singular form (“tu”) to adress a single person. It is used between people who don’t know each other, or in a formal context, but also… as a mark of respect to a superior.)

“Good. You are allowed to continue sleeping in the guest room when there’s no one else, or otherwise on the sofa bed when there’s no one else. But your official sleeping place is in the kitchen, is that clear?”

“Perfectly clear, Sir. You’re so generous, Master. Thank you so much, Master.”

“I want more money. You will pay me the tithe. You will give me ten percent of your monthly income. You can afford it, can’t you, boy?

“I’ll cut in my expenses in order to, Sir.”

“Good boy. You are to worship my morning wood every day, and be ready to give me head whenever I want. Improve your cocksucking, ask help from chicks if you need to.”

“I will, Sir. Thank you for the honor, Sir.”

“When I get out of the shower or walk into the apartment, you come and kiss my feet.”

“Gladly, Sir.”

“Finally, if you want any favor from me, you can beg me. I don’t mind you begging. But you shut the fuck up if I tell you to.”

“Of course, Master. Understood, Master. Thank you, Master.”

“Any question, boy?”

I once again bowed my head to the ground. “Not for now, Sir. Thank you so much for enslaving me, Sir. I am deeply honored and happy to serve you, my Master.”

“Such a good boy. Go make my lunch, slave.”

He has left for the afternoon, and since then, I am working at my job (home-working, like most days) with even more enthusiasm and a beaming smile, knowing that I’m working for his direct profit.

A surprisingly-complete set of rules for a young, first-time Owner! Master Anthony has clearly been thinking deeply about what he wants from a faggot slave, and he laid it out beautifully.

Fabien’s reaction to this is telling. When I first met Fabien (has it really only been a week??), he was somewhat resistant to the idea of submitting to this young Alpha. But as Master Anthony has tightened his control and use of Fabien, what I’ve noticed is that Fabien has BLOSSOMED WITH JOY.

And this is a lesson for faggots. We need the control and dominance of Alphas. We need to submit and obey and please them. This service brings us HAPPINESS, not sadness. It gives us FREEDOM, not restriction.

Listen to how Fabien ended his latest update:

Just a few months ago, I was looking for a roommate to have a buddy and lighten my budget. But instead, I met a young cocky hunk who enslaved me. And I can’t stop smiling! What a destiny!

THIS is what Hierarchical truth can do for both Alphas and faggots (and everybody else) if they simply apply it and LIVE IT!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This is a continuation of PART ONE of this story which you can read by CLICKING HERE!

After Fabien told me about the Alpha Pack party, I responded this way:

I’m honestly a little surprised you weren’t used sexually during that party or after by Master Anthony or one of his Alpha Pack. Of course they wouldn’t dare use his faggot without permission. But this sexual service is coming. Be ready.

Well Master Anthony moves about as fast as my mind can predict this stuff, but only a couple of hours after sending that email to Fabien, I received a startling (though not unexpected) reply:

Brother sam, are you a seer or something ? 

When I entered Anthony’s room to serve his breakfast, he was already half awake and was very pleased. I put the tray on his lap and massaged his feet while he ate. When he was done, he put the tray aside and told me out of the blue: “That was well done! I think you have earned your own breakfast now!” He took off his blanket, snapped his fingers and pointed his morning wood.

His cock was impressive! Of course I knew what to do, but I had never had a dick in my mouth before, so I’m afraid I was not very good at it. I choked a couple of time, but Anthony grabbed my head to press it and force my moves. He was moaning “Good, very good, that’s a good boy, that’s a good boy who likes to please me” and so on. After he came, he gave me a little slap and said “Swallow it all, boy. You’re gonna learn to love my cock”. I could barely speak, but after I swallowed his cum, I managed to say “Thank you, Sir”. With his smug face I love so much, he said: “Good boy. Now go serve breakfast to my bros in the guest room. The guys on the couch can have leftovers if there are any.”

I served the young hunks in my bedroom a substantial breakfast to make sure the other two in the living room had some left over.

They all left for the afternoon, Anthony instructed me to clean the flat. I can’t help but notice he referred to my bedroom as the “guest room”. I wonder if this augurs anything.

First of all, I applaud Fabien for sleeping on the kitchen floor all night and then thinking, not of his own discomfort, but rather to make breakfast for the four Kings sleeping in his place! He also did right to serve Master Anthony first after correctly identifying that he’s the leader of the Pack.

But it’s Master Anthony who is the real surprise. As far as I know he’s a straight Alpha, but he’s so turned on by the fact that his power has claimed a faggot that he couldn’t help but feed Fabien his cock!

Already we see in Master Anthony a great power arising. He’s already an incredible Owner, better at it than most Alphas 2-3 times his age. Notice the commendation and encouragement Master Anthony gave Fabien while he sucked his cock! Also notice how Master Anthony gave firm but affectionate guidance when Fabien was struggling!

I was just as blown away by Master Anthony’s control of the situation after being pleased, giving direct orders to Fabien about the distribution of food to the other Alphas and the cleaning later. Again, Master Anthony is just 21 years old! Do you think they teach Alpha classes in school in France, or do you think maybe it’s something natural to truly powerful Alphas?

A bit later I received this incredible update:

Anthony came back alone at the end of the afternoon. I went to take and hang up his coat and then I knelt and kissed his shoes. He said “Nice one. Stay on your knees” and began to unzip his pants, then grabbed my head. He face-fucked me and had me swallow his cum, while we stared in each other’s eyes.

After swallowing, I said “Thank you, Master”. It was the first time I called him Master and it clearly turned him on. He gently slapped my face with his dick and said “Very good boy. And if I am your Master, what are you?” I bowed my head and said “I am your slave, Master.” He ran his hand through my hair and went to sit on the sofa. “Nice boy. Go fetch me a beer and massage my feet, slave.”

I’m sending you this mail before going to do the dishes while he’s playing video games. I feel so happy when he enjoys his time while I work for him.

This episode is a masterpiece of Hierarchical truth and fulfillment. I don’t know enough about Master Anthony (yet) to know if he’s ever owned/used fags before, but even if he has he has incredible instincts at such a young age!

But my brother Fabien is just as impressive to me. He thought he was getting a roommate to share expenses, but instead he has found a younger Master who will change everything about his life and finally give him true purpose! And here’s the thing: Fabien is running toward it, not away from it! He knows he was born to be at the feet of a gorgeous young Alpha like Master Anthony!

If you didn’t believe it before, believe it now: HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of college Master Eros who has discovered the service and worship of faggots. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When young Alphas learn how to hunt, capture, and enslave faggots, something special happens to them. Their worldview opens up, and they begin to grasp the massive possibilities of their magnificent lives. It’s one of my favorite aspects of teaching Hierarchy. I love seeing young Alphas eyes open to view the world as it really is.

A month ago I was contacted by a young Master named Eros. He had come to an exciting realization:

My name is Eros I’m a 20 yo bi college student and am contemplating my place in the hierarchy.

I’ve been overweight most my life and just getting into shape now. I think that this has effected my self confidence drastically and have noticed a change in my demeanour since I’ve started.

I’ve read some content on your website and think im an alpha maybe,

For a long time I though I was switch and Evan though maybe a bottom, not submissive, but a bottom.

Over time I’ve realized that I don’t care to pleasure another guy at all, every time I would meet up to suck a dick or try bottoming. I end up topping or receiving. It would just naturally happen sometimes.

I’ve never been a person who had many friends. Never really cared to but looking back iv noticed that people always wanted or want to befriend me or “shoot the shit”. Evan in high school (I didn’t notice it then) popular kids would talk to me and I’d just dismiss it and go on with whatever I was doing. I was never bullied in high school unlike grade school where I was for my weight.

Throughout my life I’ve been conditioned into a submissive mindset. the highly processed nutrition-less diet, porn addiction, an overly effeminate mother who refused to enroll me into hockey or other sports (or anything masculine also not a financial affliction)I never noticed any of these things before

But now I’m realizing I’m a different person then who I was conditioned into being. I’m in control and ambitious unlike ever before. My mother resents me for it, I can tell. She want to be in control on me like a perpetual childhood but I’m done with it.

I’m just trying to figure out what and who I am at this point.

Another case of Alpha latency! You can feel him searching to explain the nagging feelings he’s experiencing!

Then, out of nowhere, Master Eros noticed something he’d never seen before – a faggot offering itself to him!

I think I found my first faggot the other day. I was at school leaving organic chem to the parking lot. On the way I was walking behind these two people a guy (the prospective fag) and a chick way out of his league. I was just walking behind them and he kept looking over his shoulder. I dismissed it at first but then something happened. The girl split off and he continued on the path I was taking till ahead of me. Then he walked into the bathroom and made direct eye contact with me as he entered. I could tell in his eyes. I stopped dead I’m my tracks and knew what I was supposed to do but just kept walking. This was a small failure on my part but I’m feeling more confident everyday now thanks to your site. I’m realizing the innate feelings I’ve suppressed my entire life are okay, great and even powerful.The habit loops iv allowed myself to partake in are degrading to my soul and have been for years. Porn and marijuana addictions are the most prevalent but I’m I think ready to let it go and quite literally man up. 

I’ve realizing these addictions are how I’ve been unhealthily suppressing my “alpha rage” as I think you’ve put it. This is truly an Epiphany for me and I think I’m ready to act accordingly next time.

Recognizing faggot behavior and understanding what needs to happen next is part of the development of the Alpha hunting instinct. Lion cubs don’t kill on their first try. They watch and pay attention to situations first, learning as they go, until they make their first kill. It’s the same with faggot hunting.

I was so proud of Master Eros at this point, but it was about to get better!

Hello faggot, I’ve had my first fag and believe I’m on route to owning his soul. He’s a 26 yo that work in hospitality at a hotel. We met on grinder. At first it was just a blow job but ended with me fucking a load down his throat. He thanked me after and I felt so powerful. I got his number and I messaged him after laboratory  so I could unload again. The first time we met he was kinda demanding in his own faggoty way. He kept asking me spit in his mouth and take my shirt off I did when I was ready of course.

The second time I was much more comfortable. I made him remove my boots and worship my feet at the door. He said I have nice big feet but I never really though about my feet as nice before. Just feet but I guess it’s heaven for a faggot. Then he blew me in the living room this time because I demanded it. I watched Focus on Netflix as he served me. First he blew me for a while until his jaw was sore. I was nice and let him massage me feet for a bit so he could rest. Than basically rinse and repeat three or four times. Between He would just plant his face to one side of my cock and balls and rest. I consoled him a little saying “I know you need this. It’s okay” he would nod in agreement face still planted. Eventually I said “are you going to make me something to eat after I cum” half jokingly, he looked so happy and said yes immediately. He continued to suck my cock until he was sore again I hadn’t cum yet but was hungry so let him make me something. He made this awesome “TikTok salad” I ate two servings. After this a asked if he wanted to drink my piss he declined “not today” and I accepted it. I don’t think he understands he’s a fag yet. He called himself a sub so I was not as dominant as I wanted to be.

After the salad I let him rest his head on my lap for a bit while I watched my movie. He looked at tiktok (a deplorable addiction if you ask me but he’s a fag so idk) then it was time the movie was about half hour out (the climax just happened) and I needed to bust so I told him he was going to suck my cock until I cum and not to bitch about his jaw. He just nodded and kinda whimpered, then went to work and after a while I could feel him getting tired. So i told him to lay on the couch on his belly so I could just fuck his hole over the arm rest. This went on for a bit then he started to resist. At first i allowed it a little but got fed up. I just lost it. He had taken my dick out to breath and put his head down. I just grabbed his head opened his mouth and started fucking it. He resisted but I said “take it” he gagged up a few times and i pulled out far enough to let him swallow it back down. But eventually I didn’t care all I said was “keep that fucking throat open” when I felt it close. This hard core throat fuck went on for about 10 minutes before I busted unlike ever before I was all sweaty and pumped. I suffocated him with my cum and cock for a some time before I let him come up for air. The movie was over and I got dressed while he just laid there defeated. He saw me to the door though. I told him if he shaved and prepared I would fuck him. I intended to soon.

This is a rather new development for me but you where right about how I “carry myself” after. I’ve noticed in the past I’ve felt like I was showing off when I stand up proud chested and with good posture. Not gonna lie I think it’s a defeated alpha male trait. A survival instinct to evolutionary stay alive when defeated. Keep in mind I’ve slouched slightly most of my life. All the sudden it feels so natural and comfortable to stand tall like I’m at home everywhere if that makes sense. I’ve also become more social and outgoing. Generally these are uncharacteristic traits of me unless I’m trying to accomplish something. Before I would only really talk to people if there was an exchange of useful information that benefited me, but now I seem to be more open to an expanding variety of conversations. I’m still pretty selective about it but have definitely noticed a difference there as well.

Just wanted to say thanks for the help understanding my place. I think this is what I’ve been missing my entire life. 

I’ve never felt better.

What a startling turnaround! Boy, when Alphas smell blood in the water, they swim right after the target!

I am so impressed by Master Eros! He discovered this truth of Alphahood hiding within himself, and rather than shrinking back in fear, he courageously charged forward to embrace his destiny! Pure Alphahood!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a young Mexican God Alpha named Master Jose. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

With the work I perform on this site and across social media, I occasionally run into Alphas and faggots with extraordinary circumstances or perspectives. I’m rarely surprised anymore, because I’ve come to know that Hierarchy creates these extraordinary opportunities so that the greatest ones are purified and tempered into powerful examples for others.

In November I was privileged to meet one such example. His name is Master Jose. He is a truly powerful Alpha from Mexico.

I met Master Jose when he twice wrote to me in my Questions From Readers Inbox regarding his sexual arousal whenever he sees faggots crying and he comforts them. I originally diagnosed this as dacryphilia, which is the sexual arousal from tears and crying (Master Jose slightly disagrees, but I think I’m right). Since then I’ve been privileged to learn more about this tremendous Protector Alpha’s life, and his future plans to expand his power and reach.

Our conversation started with Master Jose detailing his early life and his desire to protect faggots even as a child.

I am 21 now and when I was in high school I used to protect a gay boy who always suffered bullying. He looked and sounded like a girl, the guys would’ve probably killed him if I hadn’t been there. His bullies took his money, destroyed his school materials, and punched him in the face. I didn’t know that was happening, I thought he was just shy, but one day in our lunch break I saw him alone in the corner trying to each a sandwich. One of the guys approached, took it from his hand, spit on his sandwich, and gave it back to him laughing in a very mean way. 

The fag was much smaller than the bully, and obviously couldn’t do anything else to protect himself. We were all 16 by then. I approached him and asked what was going on. He was still holding the disgusting sandwich with the bully’s spit on it. The boy was a mess, completely loss, he had no idea what to do. He was new to the school from another part of Mexico, and they guys would laugh at his accent, his habits, his hair, his girly voice, literally everything. On that day, I just bought a new sandwich for him and told him that he should stand for himself, otherwise he would be an easy prey. He talked to the principal and the bully got in detention, but it made things worse because two of the bully’s friends wanted a revenge, so they caught the boy’s bookbag, and started to literally tear the pages of his books and notebooks while calling him a faggot. The fag tried to do something (probably following my advice) and one of them punched him in the face. I didn’t see any of this, when I left my class he was picking his destroyed books up from the ground with a red stain on his cheek. 

I felt guilty because he did what I told him to do and everything went wrong. We lived in opposite directions but I felt that the right thing to do was to walk him home. His mother was home, I introduced myself as his new friend from school and we said that he got injured during soccer practice. His family was quite homophobic and they would have punched him again on his face if he had told the true story. I didn’t go to his bedroom, but said that I was sorry for my bad advise. He said that it was not my fault and that it was kind of me to walk him home. That was the moment when I started feeling something new inside of me. I had always liked girls (and I still do), but when I saw that sexy helpless faggot thanking me for walking him back home I got really hard. I wasn’t understanding what was going on but as soon as I arrived home I took a shower and jerked off. I wasn’t necessarily connecting one thing to the other but I had such a great orgasm that day.

I started to walk the boy home every single day and we got much closer. I was the only friend he had at school. All the other guys found him a pathetic faggot and the girls probably found him too shy. I am not gay (I used to identity as straight and now as bisexual), but it only felt like the right thing to do. After a few weeks, I wasn’t with him during lunch break and the three bullies approached him. They were ready to beat the shit out of the boy and I truly thing that a tragedy could’ve happened that day. When I left my class, they were pushing him to each other, laughing and messing with his school materials. I am not Captain America and of course I was afraid of getting a punch on my face as well, but the only right thing to do was protecting him. I didn’t care if I got hurt fighting the three guys but I couldn’t stand the idea of such a fragile creature receiving any harm. So I approached them and at first I just said “well, it looks fun, I wanna play too.” When they saw me, knowing that I would protect the boy, one of the guys called me a faggot who only hangs out with faggots. I just said “well, your sister don’t think the same.” 

He wanted to kill me but they knew that I wouldn’t be an easy prey as the fag. So after a few punches we were both injured and he gave up. The faggot then was petrified, shaking out of his panic and fear. I walked him home that day in silence, but when we arrived in his house nobody was there. He asked if I wanted some ice for my injuries and he started to take care of my arms and my face. The fag then said that his parents were out of town and that I could stay as much as I wanted. We went to his bedroom and at first we were just playing video games and talking about school, but I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t horny with that situation. We started talking about girls and he said that he knew from a very young age that he wanted a “prince” and never a “princess.” I told him that I still looking for my princess but any guy would be very lucky to have him. One thing led to the other and I confessed that I was really hard but I didn’t know why. He was a virgin and asked to see my dick. I told him that he could touch it if he wanted. We were both 16, full of hormones, and I just follow my instinct and told him that I knew how much he wanted to suck me. He said he really wanted to try but he didn’t know how. I had received a few blowjobs from girls, so I told him what to do and little by little taught him how to worship my balls.

You can see even in this innocent first encounter Master Jose showed powerful Protector Alpha instincts, but also the Alpha instinct to own and use faggots.

Master Jose currently owns and uses a 19-year-old faggot (he calls the faggot his boyfriend, which is probably accurate), but he has been hunting and using faggots he finds on apps (because it’s hard to openly hunt for faggots in Mexico). He wants to be an Alpha similar to Master Lorenzo, a great Protector Alpha who will bring comfort to those faggots damaged and discarded by the world.

If you’re a faggot in Mexico and you want to serve this powerful young Alpha, leave a comment below so Master Jose can contact you!

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!

The bravado and fearlessness of young Alphas is breathtaking. At that age they experience a constant rush of testosterone and adrenaline, and that causes them to express dominance in bold, surprising ways. Now, when they do that with other Alphas, it leads to fights. But when they express their dominance with submissive personalities, they typically get everything they want.

I have repeatedly experienced such bursts of young Alpha dominance, which is why I have had such success in advising others on how to approach the young Alphas in their lives. Alpha behavior is predictable, mainly because of the constant needs of young Alphas I mentioned above.

A week ago I received an email from a faggot from France named Fabien. He had an interesting situation rapidly developing in his personal life:

I’ve recently discover your site while I was searching something to help me think about my situation. I am reluctantly processing that I must be what you call a beta or a faggot (gasp!) but I am quite anxious about it.

A few words to introduce me. I’m from France, I’m thirty years old and an executive in a small marketing firm. I have always lived as a straight man, as I used to like and fuck girls regularly. Most of the time, in my professional and daily life, I am a rather assertive man and in positions of leadership. But also, I must confess, I have always been quite aroused by some few males who I saw as better than me, and always liked doing things for them and earn their appreciation. I never really explored that side of myself until recently.

To lighten my rent and have a bit of company, for the last six months I’ve been sharing my flat with a roommate in his early twenties, named Anthony, a student at a top university. To give you an idea: he looks A LOT like Tom Holland, including on the muscular front. Furthermore, he is very confident, cocky, smart and funny, and for what I know, loved by everyone around him. So, as you can well imagine, I am very humbled and very impressed by him. I pride myself to be a clever, rational man, but I feel like I’m turning into a fangirl for him.

Since he’s been here with me, I couldn’t help but be more and more agreeable to him, offering to cook for him, do his laundry, his share of the housework, and so on. Also, I haven’t been too insistent about asking him to pay his share of the rent. Several times in recent weeks, when he had a tedious academic homework to do, I offered to do it for him so he could enjoy himself. Each time, of course, as he’s a serious and bright student, he checked afterwards, but he was always satisfied with my work and it saved him a lot of time.

Over the last fortnight or so, when we’re both watching TV, he’s got into the habit of lying down on the sofa and resting his socked feet on my lap. Almost instinctively, without really paying attention, I’ve started rubbing them every time he does that. Last Friday, after returning from Christmas celebrations with his family, when we were in this situation again, he got up to sit facing the TV. So I stopped the massage, but he turned to me and said sternly “Hey, I didn’t tell you to stop!”. I rushed to my knees on the floor and said ‘Oh, sorry, excuse me” and started massaging his feet again. He smiled smugly and said “That’s more like it”.

I believe that, at this point, things are pretty clear, right? But I’m still nervous and unsure of what to do next. Should I go ahead and blatantly tell him that I am his bitch to use as he wants? Should I just keep going and see what he will do next? I know I sound pathetic but it’s really so new to me, I feel so confused. Can you please reassure me in any way?

Instantly I realized that this Alpha, Anthony, had already identified Fabien as a faggot. Not only that, but Anthony was also using his natural dominance to force Fabien to accept his place as a faggot so that he can take ownership of him.

Fabien was desperate to know what to do, so I advised him to really start submitting to Anthony and work up to kneeling and admitting to Anthony that he’s a faggot. I felt like I was overshooting, but Anthony felt particularly aggressive to me and I had a feeling a big confession would work with him.

But before my advice could even be implemented, Fabien wrote back with an update:

Thanks for your insight. I must admit I’m still processing things. Thinking of it arouses me and scares me at the same time.

Even today, while I’m working from home, Anthony (that’s his name, I quickly mentioned it in my mail! ^^) kept asserting his authority. This morning, he came out of the bathroom in his boxers. He stopped in front of a mirror in the shared living room and began casually stretching and flexing. I was peeking at him, mesmerized, and he suddenly said, “Hey, you know what, I could really use an upper back massage!” I impulsively went behind him, put my hands on his shoulders and massaged his back with my thumbs for a few minutes. He closed his eyes and moaned. At the end, he said, “Good job! You’re doing great, man!” and I answered “thanks” while he went in his room.

Later, at noon, as he stopped by the flat to grab a sandwich I made for him, just as he was about to leave, he pointed to his sneakers and said, “Hey, my laces are untied”. Without even thinking, I put one knee down to tie them for him. He just replied “Nice one. Have dinner ready by 8 p.m. Enjoy your afternoon, bye!” and left.

As I am writing to you, I am just realizing something: he never says “please” or “thank you”! He says what he wants, gets it from me, and expresses his satisfaction, but never says “please” or “thank you”! What’s more, I was actually the one to thank him for massaging his back!

I’m in the middle of a turmoil. I cannot deny the obvious, and yet I’m anxious as hell to take any step further. But I’ll think carefully about your advice, I promise.

So now it was apparent that something big was happening with Anthony. He wanted something from his roommate/faggot Fabien. I warned Fabien to prepare himself because Anthony was going to make a bold move of some kind.

Then it happened:

I am a coward. I did not follow your advice the other day. After dinner, I simply sat down on the ground, at Anthony’s feet, while we were watching TV. But things have gone crazy since then.

Yesterday morning, as Anthony walked around in the living room in his boxers, he pointed to a stain on the floor that I should clean. I knelt on the floor to do it, while he looked at me. And when he said “Well done”, without even thinking, instinctively, I bent down to kiss his feet! When I hesitantly looked up, he didn’t look surprised at all, but was instead grinning from ear to ear. He ran his hand through my hair and said “good boy” then went to his room. I was blushing with embarrassment.

I spent the day out, but on that evening, as I came in, he was on the couch, he told me he wanted me to drive him tomorrow for the day to buddies of his, some miles away.

I’m trying to accurately reproduce the discussion we had then. But I’m shaking furiously just thinking about it.

“So you just assume I’m going to cancel my plans to drive you there and back?”

“Yes, you are” he said with a cocky grin.

“You take me for granted, do you?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he said with a shrug. “I’m used to get whatever I want. People are always bending over backwards to please my every whim. I’m just that great! Isn’t it why you kissed my feet this morning?”

I blushed. I was both very excited and very irritated. I replied: “And so you think you’re entitled to everything?”

“I know I am. Some men are just better. Look!”

Then, he put his foot on the corner of the coffee table. He snapped his fingers, pointing to his black leather boot, and calmly said: “Lick the bottom of my boot”.

“Why would I do this?”

“Because it pleases me.” he just said, leaning back with his hands behind his head.

I thought for a second I was going to shout at him, but I spontaneously knelt down and did what I was told. I licked the dirt off the sole of his boot.  Anthony was smiling so smugly! My heart was thundering!

He straightened up and leaned towards me and said: “So, what are you doing tomorrow, boy?” I paused for a moment, and I replied: “I’m driving you wherever you want to go, Sir.” “That’s more like it. That’s a good boy” he said.

Then, I remembered your words, and I added: “Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Sir. Thank you for helping me to understand I’m born to serve a superior Man like you, Sir.”

He beamed more than ever and just said: “I knew I would eventually break you.”

And by the way: I’m writing this e-mail while waiting for him in the car while he’s having fun with his friends, ready to take them somewhere else if need be.

Anyway. I couldn’t escape my destiny. I’m a bit scared, but so be it.

BRAVO!

This is such an astounding moment, one that crystalizes the natural dynamic between a straight Alpha and a faggot who both accept their roles. Anthony is such a pure example of young Alphahood, full of cocky self-confidence. But it’s Fabien who really impressed me. Despite his own embarrassment and frustration about his submissiveness, he followed the lead of his faggot instincts and surrendered to Anthony’s power. If more faggots followed these instincts (rather than hide behind false masculinity), so many more would find purpose in more meaningful ways!

There’s more to this rapidly-developing story, but I wanted to start here with Anthony’s ascension and Fabien’s submission. It’s a near-perfect beginning!

I was woken up this morning very quickly.

It started with a gentle cuddle by Declan wrapping himself around me which I thought would be a gentle cuddle before he got ready for work. 

What I wasn’t expecting is a cock to be rammed in my ass so quickly.  I screamed out from being surprised.

He had grabbed one of my wrist and placed my arm behind my back to keep me from pushing him off and his other hand was now wrapped around my mouth muffling my sounds.   

I found out that he had only spit on his cock which made the pounding of his hard cock in my ass hurt like hell. 

“Don’t worry babe, I know it might hurt but I’m almost done! My load will sooth your ass momentarily.”

Shortly after he had said that, his semen was shooting in my ass giving me some relief. 

He pulled out quickly and slapped my ass and said:

“I’m late for work, see you tonight f*g”

(I don’t think he ever called me that before but strangely it got me so hard in my chastity)

Now I’m working from home so horny! I’m literally sitting my at my desk with my locked cock and collar around my neck precuming so much. 

It’s day 202 locked in chastity by my boyfriend Declan.   

It’s moments like this morning that I realize why I’m locked and controlled… allowing me to worship this amazing man that deserves my holes at anytime without my say.

I seriously love it when he takes what he wants and when he wants.

X/Twitter: JKTORONTO11 (Zack – me) & Bluesky: JKTORONTO11 (Declan)

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The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Straight Alphas who take to owning and using faggots during their Alpha development will, more likely than not, start using their faggots sexually over time. There seem to be two factors determining whether a straight Alpha will use his faggots sexually: (1) how early in life the Alpha started owning faggots, and (2) the power level of the Alpha. Straight Alphas who own faggots in their teens and early twenties will almost always use their faggots for sex at some point. And the more powerful an Alpha is, the less likely he will be to care about the sexual “rules” that society uses to dictate straight/gay behavior.

Of course I use the terms “straight” and “gay” loosely when it comes to Alpha sexuality, not because they don’t apply, but because for Alphas sex becomes primarily an expression of POWER rather than sexual attraction. It’s been completely documented by me (both in my own life, and online) that straight Alphas often use faggots sexually because they love the UNLIMITED POWER they feel, and it rarely has anything to do with sexual attraction (because their natural attraction remains for females). In fact, every straight Alpha I’ve ever talked to reports the same thing, that they never stop being attracted to females no matter how many faggots they fuck.

When I first started talking to Kevin about serving his longtime straight Alpha Kenzo, they hadn’t had any real sexual contact at that point, but I fully expected it to happen based on what I outlined above. And the more I learned about the deep way Master Kenzo was integrating his faggot into his family, the more sure I was that Master Kenzo would eventually use Kevin sexually.

For instance, there was this surprising bit of information:

Since last year, I’ve made some changes at home. Or should I say, in His second home, as we now call it. I’ve moved into a small spare room, and the master bedroom is now, well, the Master’s bedroom, and it’s exclusively reserved for him. And he has the keys to the place, so he comes whenever he likes, with or without notifying me, and sleeps in his room in his second home from time to time. Needless to say, I just freaking LOVE waking up and discovering that He is here! Sometimes He notifies me before coming and gives me some orders, like telling me to prepare some meal for Him. When I wake up to find Him at home, I obviously serve Him breakfast in bed. Sometimes I wake Him up by licking His feet or, heaven forbid, giving Him a blowjob.

Uh, what was that last part??? I asked Kevin to clarify that comment about the blowjobs.

Yeah I have sucked his cock, but not immediately, just a few months ago. We never spoke about it, but one day, He came home, He was in a sad mood. I greeted Him on my knees and kissed His feet. Then, He stared at me for a brief moment, and He pulled out his cock. We both knew instinctively what was coming. It was my very first time sucking a cock, so I can’t say I did a good job at first! But I think I’ve improved since then, in any case he seems quite satisfied, for which I’m grateful. He does cum, in my mouth or in my face, whatever he feels at the moment. Of course, I take pride in swallowing everything I can.

So it’s clear to me at his point that Master Kenzo loves owning and using his faggot just as much as he loves his woman and his kids. They are all part of his Kingdom, and all glorify him in different (but essential) ways.

Kevin wanted me to know more about his integration with Master Kenzo’s Kingdom.

I’d like to say a few words about His girlfriend. We’ve known each other for as long as they’ve been dating and we get on well, because I’ve known Her man since His childhood. When I began to serve Him financially and at home, she enjoyed it a lot. And, as far as He told me, she had very little trouble accepting I was now clearly their family’s servant, and she doesn’t resent the private time I spend with Him. She is madly in love with Him (obviously!), and she seems to accept that He deserves worship and service from me. When I serve them both at their primary home, cleaning and cooking mainly, or looking after their sons, I always greet her by kissing her feet too, now. I’m pleased to say that we both know our place. I respect her as my superior, because she can please my Master in ways I cannot and because she has given birth to His sons and heirs. And she enjoys the perks of my services and she respects what I do for the Man we both worship. So you see, I really am the very, very lucky servant of a beautiful young alpha family.

Speaking of being a servant of the entire family, Master Kenzo often entrusts his two young sons with his faggot Kevin whenever he goes on vacation with his woman (which is paid by Kevin!). And Kevin had this concern:

You see, as I told you, Kenzo has two sons, who are now four and two years old. I love them very much and have no doubt they will become great Alphas – they are from His seed, after all! They will be teenagers when I’ll be on my late thirties and my forties, so I can’t wait to watch them grow like their Father. My Master (and my Lady) often trusts me with them, and He expects me to help them realize their places in the world in due time. When I’m alone with them, I obey their whims, except those that would put them in danger, or anything else their Father warned me against. Of course, I don’t do anything that isn’t their age, I only allow myself to kiss their feet sometimes. I often wonder when and what I should explain them. Obviously, I won’t talk to them about anything sexual until they reach puberty. And I wouldn’t sexually serve them myself until they come of age. But should I help them find inferior boys their age? When should I start verbalizing their superiority over me and others? You see, as I told you, Kenzo has two sons, who are now four and two years old. I love them very much and have no doubt they will become great Alphas – they are from His seed, after all! They will be teenagers when I’ll be on my late thirties and my forties, so I can’t wait to watch them grow like their Father.

I thought this was a very keen concern Kevin expressed, one that I’m sure many Alpha fathers of sons would think about when incorporating his faggot into the mix. I recommended to Kevin that his role should be that of a butler for Master Kenzo’s kids, simply a figure of submissive servitude. Kevin shouldn’t have a role in raising Master Kenzo’s boys in any way.

Fortunately, Master Kenzo seems to share my opinion:

Hi brother! Just to follow up on what we’ve been talking about, I wanted to let you know that Kenzo and I had a very lovely and open-hearted conversation yesterday, while I was massaging His feet on my knees in front of Him. We spoke frankly about His sons and how I should give them space to their alphahood to emerge while strictly respecting boundaries. He spoke candidly to me about the joys and challenges of fatherhood at his young age and said He was glad I was there for Him like I’ve always been. It was such an intimate moment!

This is the mark of a truly powerful Alpha! To be able to listen to a faggot’s concerns, consider them deeply, and reply with thoughtful advice or direction is the mark of a natural born leader! It’s why he’s worshiped so early in his life, and why he will always be revered as a King of Kings!

Once again, I thank Kevin (and Master Kenzo) for sharing their incredible story! Hang tight, because things really get crazy in the next post!

The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There are gods walking among us. I’ve said it for a long time, mainly because I was privileged to know and serve a couple of them in my life, and then I discovered online that there were even more of these transcendent, all-powerful Alphas. It was due to their otherworldly existence that I ever started formulating my ideas about Hierarchy in the first place.

To honor their very special class, I started calling them God Alphas.

Unfortunately, many straight God Alphas rarely allow themselves to experience the fullness of what is actually possible through the application of their natural power. They often think it’s “too gay” to rule over all lesser humans and use them for pleasure. Or it’s frowned upon by society as being too demeaning or too egotistical. Alphahood in general is under attack from political correctness; imagine how much harder it is to become a fully-realized God Alpha, a King of Kings!

This is where faggots play a critical role in Alpha development. A faggot debases itself willingly for the pleasure, enrichment, and glory of its Owner. It gives an Alpha what he truly needs to fully embody his role: WORSHIP. When an Alpha receives worship, his power rapidly grows and expands like a well-watered plant with plenty of sunlight. All of this unlocks when an Alpha owns a good, loyal, dedicated faggot.

A God Alpha is the ultimate expression of this natural power, and he is worshiped BY ALL because of it.

A few months ago I met a faggot named Kevin. He started our conversation this way:

I wanted to thank you for your effort to spread the truth about the Male Hierarchy, for it is thank to you that I finally accepted that I belong at the feet of superior men, worshipping and serving them. And it is thanks to you that I finally had the courage to tell the true about me to a very young God Hunk I had known for long, so virile He has already fathered two sons at just twenty-two! I have now the honor to serve Him and His girlfriend, both financially and domestically. The great part is that she’s completely cool about me worshipping the body of her Man and being the family’s servant! I am in heaven at the feet of this great Alpha family!

I was immediately intrigued, so I begged to know more.

To make a long story short, I have known Him since He was a little kid and I was a teenager (about seven years older), because He was the son of friends of my parents. We always got along very well and became close friends, almost brothers. And, funnily enough, He was quite respectful of me, because He saw me as something as a mentor, as I was older, more mature and, dare I say it, well-educated and smart. And then, as He grew up, I saw this little kid becoming a Man. When He was fifteen, He was already real hunk material. He became much taller than me, more athletic, more muscular, more confident, more handsome, more successful with girls. In short, I could see Him becoming much better than me. Well, I take some time to understand what was going on. But it was a beautiful thing to see this boy who was like a little brother admiring me becoming this real Alpha Male far superior than me. I began to feel humiliated and humbled by Him, and it turned me on. I realized that I have always liked pleasing Him and entertaining Him, but then I increasingly felt the urge to serve him, like a servant serves his Master. When He settled down with his gorgeous girlfriend, I thought I was jealous of Him, but I was also primarily jealous of her!

I loved that Kevin mentioned the humiliation factor in his own development. This is one thing straight Alphas do naturally and without even knowing it. Their superiority humiliates inferior males and helps them accept their hierarchical roles as betas or faggots. It is part of the silent hierarchical mechanics that shape our places within the natural order.

At first, I served Him financially. It began gradually: as I am financially in a better position than He is, He borrowed some money from me, but I soon told Him that He didn’t need to give it back because it was a pleasure to help Him! And it was! The idea that my hard earned money would benefit Him made me very excited! Very soon, I would regularly give Him 10% of my income (plus extras whenever the opportunity offered of course). I “jokingly” told Him I was paying the tithe, a religious tax to my God. He liked it very much!

As we live nearby, each time that He asked for a favor from me (driving Him somewhere, giving Him something, helping Him with the sons He sired at 18 and 20 years old, or with His house, anything) I always accepted very eagerly. Once, after He called for help at the middle of the night, He told me: “Sorry man, I was reluctant to bother you”. I answered Him: “Hey, listen, I’m going to give you a tip. If you ever wonder if you can call me, just think of me as your slave, okay?” He smiled at it, and He never hesitated to call me again.

Receiving financial service from faggots is typically where things turn for straight Alphas. Even though I’m not a huge advocate for financial domination (findom) as a replacement for actual service, it does open doors to serve straight Alphas in the hope they might use faggots more. And that was what Kevin used just to be able to serve his rapidly-developing Alpha friend to accept his power.

So we were pretty close to the point. But the definitive change occured just the summer of last year. One day during the summer, I invited Him to enjoy the pool with me at a private club of which I’m a member. And when we went to lie down on the deckchairs on the grass, I asked Him if he wanted me to move a chair to a place of his choice. He was surprised but agreed. I did so, then sat down on the ground next to Him. Then I asked Him if he wanted me to get Him something to eat at the snack bar nearby. He told me his choice, and I complied. When I returned, I asked Him if he’d like a foot massage. Oh my God! He really liked the foot massage very much, but I can say for sure I fucking loved it much, much more! I was happiest I had ever been, rubbing His feet. When He thanked me, I told Him that I was the one thanking Him for allowing me to do it! When we came back at my place, He told me He’d really liked a new foot massage as He really enjoyed the first one. Of course, I eagerly complied, telling Him he didn’t have to say “please”, he just had to tell me he wanted a massage and I would do it right away. We had a little friendly chat while I was massaging His feet. And then, after a brief silence, I told Him: “I really love pleasing you. You’re such an Alpha Male!” He looked me in the eyes, he smirked and told me “I really love having you as my submissive beta best friend.” I felt a thrill of joy and smiled back at Him. I just knew we had reached the point of explicit mutual understanding of our respective places!

Just as financial tributes can open doors to serve straight Alphas, foot worship is the way to walk through those opened doors. I’ve been preaching it since 2015: worship an Alpha’s feet! There are few more powerful visual images than a faggot kneeling before an Alpha and kissing his feet! It’s not a sexual gesture, but rather, one of honor and submission.

As Master Kenzo grew up, he of course fell in love with a beautiful woman and got her impregnated with a couple of boys. But much to his credit, Master Kenzo did not dismiss his faggot Kevin. Instead, he integrated these two halves of his developing Kingdom into one cohesive realm.

I’d like to say a few words about His girlfriend. We’ve known each other for as long as they’ve been dating and we get on well, because I’ve known Her man since His childhood. When I began to serve Him financially and at home, she enjoyed it a lot. And, as far as He told me, she had very little trouble accepting I was now clearly their family’s servant, and she doesn’t resent the private time I spend with Him. She is madly in love with Him (obviously!), and she seems to accept that He deserves worship and service from me. When I serve them both at their primary home, cleaning and cooking mainly, or looking after their sons, I always greet her by kissing her feet too, now. I’m pleased to say that we both know our place. I respect her as my superior, because she can please my Master in ways I cannot and because she has given birth to His sons and heirs. And she enjoys the perks of my services and she respects what I do for the Man we both worship. So you see, I really am the very, very lucky servant of a beautiful young alpha family.

Remarkable! I would like to emphasize that this situation is HIGHLY unusual and requires a very special type of female. Most women would be wildly insecure to have a faggot openly serving and worshiping their Alpha. So Master Kenzo picked the right woman, one who clearly understands that an Alpha – particularly a God Alpha – needs worship from all to become what he was born to be.

There is much, much more to this developing story … so stay tuned! You will be SHOCKED!

Hi Sam, I’ve been following this site for a while now. I’m a total faggot and was reading this story called My Younger Alpha Stepbrothers by a writte named “Chaz” (Or Uncle C). Whereas a 18-19 year old guy (named Barry) gets dominated and turned into a slave by their 15-16 yo stepbrothers (named Gunther and Lukas) who manhandle him, fuck him and make him their urinals everyday. Mid-way through the story, the stepbrother’s 15 yr old cousin (named Dolph) turns not just Barry, Lukas, Gunther but also their father (called Lars) into his sex slaves and urinal. So my question is does this stuff actually happen IRL Can a 15 yr old boy have such control over not just 1-2 boys their age but also full grown man? Have you seen it happen IRL? I’m an older fag (31 yrs of age) who’s into younger teen alphas so I was wondering if I have any chance atp.

Hi, a fag sent you this a while ago, where can I find the whole story?

or do you have stories where a fag is used as an urinal from its Master?

I can’t make sense of what you wrote to me. First of all, I don’t comment on or feature fictional stuff. 

Secondly, as a long-time reader, you should be aware of many true stories I published along the lines of stories like those you mention, so yes, they do sometimes happen in real life. I’m currently following a story about a 15-year-old Alpha who has forced his father to be his first faggot, and that story involves him pissing on his father. I refuse to publish it because of the age of the Alpha (ooops I guess I’m not quite the disgusting pervert some people think I am!). 

The short answer is YES, these things happen in real life. Not a lot, but they do happen.

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Do you know how scientists first discovered the existence of black holes? It wasn’t through direct observation, of course, because black holes have such tremendous gravitational forces that even light cannot escape them.

No, scientists insisted that mathematical equations suggested their theoretical existence and predicted how they could be found … and when they looked, they suddenly found these monstrous inter-spacial vortexes! However, even when looking directly at a black hole they didn’t see it, but rather the effect it had on everything around it.

As a younger faggot I was very much like those scientists of the mid-twentieth century, except my field of study wasn’t black holes, but was something that was consuming my life at the time: Hierarchy. I’d served many Alphas, been owned multiple times, and through these experiences I began piecing together and methodically testing what I’ve come to understand as Hierarchical fact today.

Most crucial of my discoveries was the existence of Alpha hierarchy within the larger framework itself. To date I’m the only one who has accurately described Alpha hierarchy, put names and functions to each level of Alpha hierarchy, and then successfully used it to predict Alpha behavior. Mind you, I’m just a faggot who has spent many years in the service of great Alphas, but I was paying attention!

In my head, the math suggested that there should be a Final Alpha, the most powerful one. But how to find and identify such a Man? My interactions with Alphas were largely one-on-one, and I didn’t realize that was the problem. That’s like trying to scan the stars while looking at them through a cardboard toilet paper tube!

I needed to see Alphas together, interacting with each other daily, before the evidence of the existence of God Alphas presented itself!

Funnily enough, the God Alpha I discovered was my bunk mate!

When I arrived in prison camp in July of 2022 to serve time for a crime I never meant to commit, I was accidentally redirected to the wrong bunk. In this camp, the dormitory building was a long straight metal shack with two floors, both identical. A long hallway ran down the full length of each floor, and on each side of the hallway were cubes, each cube containing four cubicles and two beds per cubicle.

I was supposed to be upstairs in the predominantly white section, but I was placed in the lower level with the blacks. Little did they know about my preferences…

When I arrived, I met my “cellie”, a hulking, muscular 53-year-old black Alpha named “B” (everybody had letters for names there except for me). B was in the midst of his fourth long stint in prison for drug dealing, and he knew as soon as he saw me I didn’t belong there. So he set expectations and began teaching me how to move in prison.

Of course I never learned, a fact that amused B as much as it annoyed him. I’d make B laugh long and loud when I’d crack a joke or sass back at someone. “Man, my cellie funny!” B often bellowed to the other black Alphas in our cube.

Because of B I wore a shield of protection wherever I went.

But then I began to notice how other Apex Alphas would visit our cubicle to consult with B (I was ordered out of the cubicle during these Alpha conferences). I watched as B directed a couple of Apex Alphas (primarily an older Apex named Doe) to shepherd a young black Apex named “D”.

I also watched other Alphas in camp slip into our cubicle very early in the morning to leave fresh milk and fruit and other gifts for B to enjoy … tributes, for lack of a better term.

And then it hit me – B is a God Alpha!

A God Alpha isn’t something a Man bestows upon himself. It’s something bestowed upon him by the submission of all other levels of Alphahood.

To this point I hadn’t spoken much about Hierarchy, so I decided to ask B about it.

“B, do you consider yourself to be Alpha?” I asked.

B’s reply shocked me: “I am God.”

A couple of months later the camp’s presiding officer visited our cubicle and was going to move me. But B stopped him (yes, he stopped the head officer!) and told him this: “Naw man, Sam’s the best cellie I’ve ever had.”

I still carry that great compliment around inside me with warped pride.

A month later B was caught bringing contraband into camp and was shipped off to higher security.

But I will see him again. Once he’s free he’s flying to Aruba to marry his fiancé. I told him I’m going to be there. “Sam, if you show up, just know I’m gonna stab yo’ ass.”

Death by God Alpha. What a way for a faggot to go!