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)

https://linktr.ee/jktoronto11

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!

As I’ve said elsewhere, I was basically gay from birth. By the sixth grade, I had developed a crush on a boy named George (although I didn’t know what it meant at the time), and middle school/high school attractions to boys in class (Bob, I still miss you and your bulge in those tight pants!) further refined my obvious sexual orientation.

However, like most closeted gay youths, I was compelled to date girls in order to fit in with the budding heterosexual attractions of my closest friends. So, like a coward, I started dating girls.

My first few relationships were fulfilling in some way. Despite a general lack of attraction to their bodies, I was more than capable of performing sexually. Some of that probably had to do with the newness of sex in general, as well as the virulent hormones coursing through me at that age. Around that time I also discovered – much to my surprise – that I really loved boobs. For that period of time I was just like every other guy, dating a girl for a while in order to get some pussy before moving to the next one.

Of course, it was all a lie. I knew every kiss was a lie. I knew every thrust of my penis into a vagina was a lie. I knew every “I love you” was a lie. In the moment, it felt real to me; wet lips, warm bodies tangled, heavy sighs, and powerful, head-spinning orgasms. But in my quiet moments alone, a gnawing guilt remained.

When I met my first Alpha Roger at age 17 I was dating a sweet, petite brunette named Lori. Unlike my previous girlfriends, Lori was a virgin. Lori spent months trying to convince me to take her virginity, but I kept resisting. We would lie in the grass of my backyard on breezy summer nights, Lori’s hips gyrating her tight pussy on my finger as if she wanted me to insert my entire arm. I would always stop these heavy petting sessions, leaving Lori breathless and confused. It was a frustrating time for both of us.

Once Roger entered my life, though, my inner truth became crystal clear. I suddenly became Lori, desperately trying to get Roger to deflower me. I knew right then that I needed to break it off with Lori; I couldn’t concentrate on anything else but Roger anymore. The end came a few months later when I didn’t give Lori anything for Valentine’s Day. Rightfully upset, Lori tearfully begged for a reason why I didn’t love her the way she loved me.

“I … just don’t,” I replied. The response was cold and cruel in that special way only selfish teenaged boys can master. And that mercifully ended my last relationship with a female.

Not long after that, Roger slid his enormous, granite-hard cock into my throat. I remember the feeling of his solid, swollen cock-head on my tongue, the salty taste of his foreskin, the firmness of his hands in my hair, and the look of disgusted lust in his eyes as he looked down on me. That first taste of a Man’s cock erased everything I imagined about my life before and reshaped it into something new.

However, I still hadn’t accepted the complete truth about myself. Even then, as Roger was using me as a human tube sock, I still believed that I could be loved. I would construct elaborate fantasies about being Roger’s lover, perhaps getting married somehow and building a life together. Every time he would throat fuck me I would try to make it terrific for him in the hope that he might finally leave his girlfriend for me.

It never happened. I found myself in love with him, flying into jealous, tearful rages and begging for a love that would never come. Eventually, my love-fueled hysterics ended our friendship.

All of these tragic, emotionally-devastating situations occurred only because I couldn’t be honest. I couldn’t accept the truth about myself. I once truly believed that I could be a straight Man, husband, and father. Then I believed I could be a gay Man, a partner, an equal in a committed relationship.

But, as time has passed, I’ve slowly accepted the truth: I am a faggot. I was not born to honor a wife or help raise children. I was not born to be the partner to a Man, the one who makes him smile every morning. I was not born to be loved or cherished or appreciated the way a spouse yearns for their mate or a child might look at a parent.

Instead, I was born to serve. I was born to serve Men. My holes are theirs to use. The works of my hands are theirs to take. My mind is theirs to plunder. My body, mind, and heart exist only to glorify their Masculine superiority.

Men have instinctively known this truth about me my entire life. Ever since Roger first pushed me to my knees in order to receive service, Men have been using me to get what they want. Deep down, they know that I’m nothing but a faggot born to serve them.

I just needed to understand it about myself before I could actually be free.

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.

Well, I’m not going to comment on fictional stories like this one since it openly admits to be fake. However, as a longtime reader of my work here and FWA you know that I’ve published stories much wilder than that one, and they are 100% true. Sometimes I’m shocked at the true stories I uncover to the point that I wrestle with the idea of publishing them. 

Many of the most shocking true stories involve Alpha and faggot family members, fathers and sons and brothers. Ultimately I have chosen to publish them (despite the constant stream of criticism and threats of cancellation) because these often troubling stories tell us so much about how deeply Hierarchy affects us all.

So yes, these types of situations DO really occur. I’ve proven that beyond any doubt. 

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This post is part of a thread chronicling the story of a professional office faggot named Sean who desired to serve (and eventually served) a hot new God Alpha subordinate in the office. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

One of the most incredible stories ever featured on Fags Worship Alphas was the story of Sean, a middle-aged faggot who started a small tech company with three others. I say small, but the company had annual revenues over $10 million. Needless to say, Sean was living a dream life for most males; business owner, worth millions, with a big house and a pool and a BMW in the garage.

Then one day a young straight Alpha named Eric was hired on in an entry-level position with Sean’s company. It didn’t take long for Eric to realize that Sean is a faggot, and he quickly charmed his way into board meetings with the company founders. Soon after Sean was running errands for Eric. Then Eric convinced Sean to give his office to him (with Sean taking the secretary’s desk outside the office).

Then, in a stunning turn, Eric had the board members vote a very willing Sean out of the company he founded, and replacing him with Eric!

After that hostile takeover at work, Eric moved into Sean’s house. He took over the master bedroom, pushing Sean into one of the small guest bedrooms. From then on, Sean became Master Eric’s live-in faggot, taking care of the domestic chores and paying the bills while also servicing Master Eric sexually.

But Master Eric wasn’t done with Sean. He decided to move his younger Alpha brother Jake into the house as well! Master Eric gave Jake a job at the company while Jake enters college.

That is where we are at the time of the following update, written by Sean in 2023:

sam,  my Master Eric’s brother Jake is every bit the Alpha as Eric is.  Eric announced that Jake was going to spend the Summer interning at our company, and Jake moved in the next day.  That day, Eric went to work and i stayed home to help Jake move in.  Eric just said “my brother is moving in today.  Stay home to help him and when you’re done, you can come into the office.”  i waited for hours until Jake finally showed up.  my first glimpse of Him took my breath away.  He is fucking gorgeous: handsome, muscular, walks with the confident swagger of the true Alpha.  He came into the house, scouted out the place.  When He saw the Master Bedroom.  “I assume Eric sleeps here,” He said.  He moved on to the guest bedroom and declared that He would sleep here.  “Move your stuff out and move my stuff out of my truck and into here,” He commanded.  i spent the next hour doing just that.  While Jake relaxed by the pool.  i came out to the pool to advise Him that the move was complete.  “Aren’t you going to change the sheets.”  It wasn’t a question.  “i’m going to head into the office,” i said.  Not before you suck my dick, faggot,” Jake said.

Recently I followed up with Sean to see how things were going with these two Alpha Masters. Since both are straight, I was wondering how often they bring females home to fuck and if they were still using him sexually as well.

sam,  That’s an interesting question.  Both my Master Eric and His brother Jake frequently bring women home to fuck.  When they do that i know to make myself scarce, but often, when they are done with a woman, they will have me drive the lady home — Jake more frequently than Eric.  Eric is gentleman enough to, i guess you would say, wish the lady farewell.  Jake, on the other hand; once He’s had His way with “the bitch” He’s too impatient to move on, so i frequently get called for chauffeur duty. They both also fuck me, nearly daily, either hole.  They are so insatiable sexually that no woman could really take that much use.  So i guess that i am a sexual slave as well as a domestic slave.  But that’s cool. As you know, sam, a true faggot gets a sexual high just by ironing it’s Master’s underwear.  Being fucked is not the only sexual high for a faggot.  i am honored when my Master fucks my throat.  i am also honored when He allows me to make His bed or clean His toilet.

It’s hard to contextualize what Sean has gone through with these two God Alpha brothers. Even in the annals of crazy true stories regularly featured on FWA through the years, Sean’s story is truly shocking. Simply put, there isn’t a better example of the absolute power and confidence a true Alpha has over inferiors and what that power can accomplish. Master Eric saw right through Sean from the very beginning and took everything he wanted from Sean because it was his right as a superior Man.

The net effect of this purely Hierarchical situation is that Masters Eric and Jake have everything they could possibly want, but also that Sean has now been transformed into the faggot he needed to be. Sean is fulfilled now in a way that those millions of dollars could never provide.

Hi Sam!

I’m so happy you’re back. I’ve been a long-time reader since basically Day 1. I have a situation I could use your wisdom and advice on – a real world problem of Hierarchy clashing with our world’s warped ideas of equality.

I’m a faggot. I’m not entirely owned or entirely “free”; there are two wonderful Straight Alpha Men in my life who make use of me periodically in different ways, but none of us have a structured arrangement.

Despite my inferiority, I’ve done well in my career. I’m a manager in a small but successful organisation and I just hired for a junior role in my team, where I’m the most senior “male” in the business. I earn a very good salary and have a role of international importance despite our small size. Ironically, the alphas in my life enjoy teasing and embarrassing me with the fact that being a cocksucker makes all of that meaningless. Herein lies my dilemma: we’ve hired a stunning, amazing Straight Alpha male ten years my junior, and I’m his manager. Let’s call him Jack.

Jack is confident, charming, outgoing and naturally talented despite being a career change candidate. He exudes an effortless masculinity. He’s tall, handsome, athletic and dresses in a professional way that still manages to stimulate me (he insists on having his collar open to show off what looks like wonderfully maintained chest hair, and it drives me wild). Just being around this guy puts me in heat. His simple existence is colonising my mind. I can’t help but fantasise about what his cock looks like, or imagine how incredibly sexy he must look fucking what I just know is a thick, heavy, powerful load into his girlfriend. I’m so grateful to be able to experience his divine presence in my life.

As a real man, I firmly believe it is his right to exploit me for his own pleasure, entertainment and/or personal advancement. His masculinity deserves unconditional devotion and worship. As a faggot, I feel it is my duty to serve him however I can, and toil for his greatness. If he were my boss this would be simple (and I have been in that situation before).

But we are now in the ridiculous situation where I am his manager, with responsibility for giving him instruction and direction, and maintaining work discipline. He’s 10 years my junior as I said so there’s certainly a lot he has to learn about the actual job. But leadership and authority? I’m perfectly confident in my skill-set and I’ve earned my position, but ultimately I am just a cocksucker playing at these things because society makes me. That was fine when in the past I was managing women and other fags, but these things are his birthright.

I am genuinely distressed by the idea that this young god is being expected to treat a faggot with deference and respect. I mean for god’s sake Sam, sometimes I go to work straight from servicing one of the alphas in my life. It’s ridiculous that our society creates situations where alpha males like him are expected to take instruction from a freshly seeded cocksleeve. Sadly, I need my job so I can’t take decisive action to correct this injustice. I don’t think being between this stud’s legs is in my foreseeable future.

But Hierarchy is important to me. I know what I’m for and I believe upholding the Hierarchy between males is crucial for our collective wellbeing. I need to be careful, but I also need to find ways to render this stud the obedience, respect and service he is entitled to.

Before I ask for advice, there are two things I’m proud of in this situation about my conduct so far. First, I fought hard to get him the job. The other members of the panel wanted to give the role to a woman of equivalent skill. I used my authority as hiring manager to persuade my boss that he was the best candidate. He made clear he really wanted this career change, and I considered it my duty to ensure he got it. I’m really delighted to have been able to use my influence to help him advance his life goals! I am much more proud of this than any professional achievement.

Second, I am in long-term chastity. Even though none of the men in my life are my keyholder I consider it an essential act of deference and submission to every real man I meet. Whenever we’re together I can’t help but be aware of my cage and I force myself to dwell about how there’s only one man in the room. The whole situation is a great example of why chastity is critical for faggots, honestly. Being caged around Jack both ensures I can’t tell myself lies about equality and condemns me to a state of perpetual cocklust I can’t get relief from, which keeps me in the proper frame of mind for a faggot. Every day after work I think about how wonderful it is he’s almost certainly fucking his beautiful girlfriend or stroking his cock that night whilst I ache in my cage.

So Sam, I’d love to get your take on my situation and any advice you have for how I can be a good faggot. How do I add value to his life, honour his manhood and respect his natural authority whilst being – on paper – his “boss”?

First of all, thank you for your loyal support over all of these years and through the topsy-turvy, turbulent life of this platform! 

I’d also like to congratulate you on the two straight Alphas you’re periodically servicing! Those are two relationships you skillfully cultivated over the years with patience and focus, and I’m proud of you (and them, frankly) for finding and embracing purpose! 

You have an incredible and COMPLEX situation with this new Alpha at work. There are no easy answers to this, either. 

As a long-time reader, you should be well-acquainted with my dear brother Sean, the faggot business owner whose entire life (his ownership of the business, his house, cars, everything) was overtaken by a stunning and very powerful young God Alpha named Eric. I’ll be restoring Sean’s incredible story here soon, but I’ll touch on a few details in my answer to you now.

As one of the owners of the business, Sean had more power and security (possibly) than you do as a manager, but he also had much more to lose in submitting to Master Eric. But right away Sean was being submissive around Eric, offering him his office and things like that. 

In Master Eric’s case, he was vastly more aggressive than I think I’ve ever seen in an Alpha before. He went straight for Sean’s throat and ingratiated himself quickly so as to take over Sean’s place in the company. Your Alpha might not be that aggressive (or he may not yet sense the possibilities). He might need to be coaxed out of that societal cocoon that holds many Alphas back. 

So how to fix that? I don’t think it’d be poor etiquette to ask him out for dinner and/or drinks (you pay, of course). That way you can pick his brain about his point of view, and maybe bring up the idea of Hierarchy (which can be related to the business world very easily). Ask him if he considers himself to be Alpha (he will say YES) and tell him you agree, and tell him why. This will start the wheels turning in his head, and he’ll start seeing things from a Hierarchical perspective.

I had another wild thought, too, but it would be down the road a bit (once you’re on solid ground with him). You could show him the Sean thread on this site (once it’s restored) that details Master Eric’s takeover of Sean. Any straight Alpha reading that will recognize their natural right in that story. Again, that’s not something that can be done right away.

Here’s another potential resource: those two Alphas you’re servicing. Perhaps one (or both, if they know each other) can get together with this young Alpha and you and they can talk to him about what you are. Do not underestimate the Alpha fraternity! They are often quite eager to flex power with each other, and this is an ultimate flex. I would ask one or both of those Alphas their advice as well, and find out if they’re willing to be a guide for this young Alpha. 

This is a very tricky situation. I’ve sketched out of scenarios, and I think any of them can work. You obviously have enough experience with straight Alphas to navigate this without any harm. Trust in the truth! 

Good luck, and keep me informed! My email is hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com 

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This post is part of a thread chronicling the story of a professional office faggot named Sean who desired to serve (and eventually served) a hot new God Alpha subordinate in the office. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Over the last eight years of this site I’ve covered many instances of bold Alphas taking whatever they want. And in every instance, they’ve gotten it and more!

But there hasn’t been a story as incredible as that of Sean, a faggot who was once part owner of a successful company until a God Alpha named Eric was hired there. Master Eric quickly took ownership of Sean, then Sean’s company, then Sean’s house, finances, and life. Then Master Eric moved his younger God Alpha brother Jake into Sean’s house as well!

It was the Hierarchical equivalent of The Trojan Horse story, a sneak attack and overthrow worthy of the most powerful warriors ever. The conquered nation – in this case, Sean – could only submit to overwhelming superiority.

So Sean has been serving both of these God Alphas as their house faggot, a literal dream come true! Sean has been quiet for a while, but he finally sent an update:

i have to say that my life has changed profoundly and profoundly for the better by my service to my Alpha Brother gods Eric and Jake.  First of all, they both are sexually insatiable.  Eric is bisexual.  He will fuck anything that walks.  That doesn’t mean that He lets up on me.  Most days i get at least two of His loads before He leaves for work.  i generally wake Him with a blow job.  Then after His run, it is usually another blow job, but sometimes it is an amazing fuck — almost a cunting, since He is jazzed and panting from His run.  Jake is insatiable too, but He is totally gay.  An intense skull fucking upon arising and an ass fucking  before He takes off for school.  So, on a usual weekday, i am lucky enough to get four or more awesome loads before 8:00 in the morning.  It is a good thing that Jake is totally gay, as i don’t believe any woman could handle  the intensity and frequency of His sexual needs.  Jake will frequently text me to meet Him at the school for a blow job  or a quick assfuck between His third and fourth class of the day. And again, after His sports practice.

But, of course, as you know sam, the sexual service is only part of a faggot’s service to it’s Alpha(s).  i have a ton of laundry to do.  They expect the house to be meticulously clean.  There’s grocery shopping to do, errands to run, Jake’s homework to be done.  Occasionally i will be called into the office to deal with a particular problem at work, but that is very rare.  The business functions very well, indeed it is thriving, without any real input from me.

And that is okay with me.  sam, i graduated college Phi Beta Kappa, and i have a graduate degree.  i helped to form a successful business that is respected in its field.  But nothing, NOTHING in my life has given me the satisfaction as being slave to these two Alpha boy-gods.  i have given myself completely to these two Alpha brothers.  i am their slave and they understand that my life is completely in their hands.  i love the freedom that comes with slavery.  i am the happiest faggot on the planet.

I very much believe Sean is the happiest faggot on the planet! I remember watching this situation unfold almost in realtime and thinking, “holy shit, this is almost like a dream!” There isn’t a true faggot anywhere on Earth who wouldn’t give up everything to do this.

If we look at the reasons why Sean had this kind of success (aside from blind luck in the hiring), we see a couple of factors:

1. Sean built something valuable he could offer a quality Master.

2. Sean showed humility and respect even when being humiliated at his own company.

3. Sean surrendered everything he has to these God Alpha brothers.

It really goes to show what can happen within the parameters of Hierarchy. A faggot can achieve great things and still find fulfillment as the property of a Master.

I thank my dear brother Sean for sharing a glimpse of his life with us!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the story of a professional office faggot named Sean who desired to serve (and eventually served) a hot new God Alpha subordinate in the office. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There are few more titillating stories for faggots than the true story of Sean, the founder and former partner of a successful small business. In mere months, everything he had was claimed by a God Alpha named Eric and now his younger brother Master Jake. It’s like every faggot’s wettest dream.

I do wonder what would happen to some of these dreaming faggots if a Master Eric crash landed into their lives. Would they be able to handle it with the same humility and gratitude that Sean has?

Sean shared a new development with me that was completely expected, but nonetheless illustrates how completely Masters Eric and Jake have taken over Sean’s life.

i am sure that you would have predicted this:  It has been decided (i use the passive voice here deliberately, because i had no input or involvement in the decision-making) that Jake, my Master Eric’s total Alpha brother, would not return home to His parents, but would continue to live in our (really, Eric’s) house and will complete high school locally.  Of course, that will require some expenses on my part.  Jake will need a new Macbook Pro, and a car for commuting to school.  i was fearful that He would want a Porsche, like His brother drives, but His choice is a Jeep Wrangler, which i think i can handle even on my reduced income.  And, of course, a lot of clothes, and sports stuff, and a gym membership, and etc. i suspect that the list will only grow. i am over joyed at the prospect of providing the kinds of things (both physical things and services) that an Alpha Male requires.

But, i have to say that i am thrilled at the prospect of continuing my service to these two remarkable Alphas.  i live my life in a kind of perpetual state of semi-erection as i spend hours every day tending to their needs.  i love that they continue to explore the scope of their dominance of me and the transformation of my life.  And what a sweet transformation it is.  i’m pretty sure that you understand.

Sean’s right – this move is something I expected. In fact, I assumed it was a permanent move the day Master Jake moved into the house. Why would a young Apex Alpha go back to Mom and Dad’s house when he could live with his God Alpha brother in luxury while being treated like a King by their house faggot?

I asked Sean how much Master Jake was being paid for his “work” at Sean’s former business (which amounts to a couple of hours a week), and Sean said Master Jake earns $1,000 a week from Sean’s drastically-reduced salary.

The story of Sean’s life this year is almost insane. It is exactly what happens when a powerful Alpha hunts and captures an eager, receptive faggot. Virtually anything is possible.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the story of a professional office faggot named Sean who desired to serve (and eventually served) a hot new God Alpha subordinate in the office. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The story of Sean’s subjugation at the hands of God Alpha Master Eric is quickly becoming the stuff of legend around these parts. I don’t think there is a more powerful example of pure Hierarchy or pure Alphahood anywhere else on the internet (at least outside of Nifty fantasy stories). Faggots and Alphas alike shudder at the terrifying rapidity and boldness by which Master Eric completely consumed Sean’s entire life – his position in the company he founded, his salary, his manhood, and his autonomy. In just a few short months Sean went from being a successful entrepreneur to enslaved, dependent faggot who serves body and soul not just Master Eric, but also his younger brother Master Jake.

It’s been breathtaking.

I’ve characterized it in these kinds of ways not only because it’s true, but also because people need to understand exactly the limitless heights and depths capable once Hierarchy is accepted and embraced. The impossible becomes possible. A year ago Master Eric never imagined he would be living a life of such wealth and worship no matter how obvious it was that he deserved it.

In all of my rapturous prose about Sean’s submission and Master Eric’s Almighty power, something I wrote in my last update triggered Sean to write something very special:

sam,  i read your comments on FWA website about my response to your reader’s questions about the early days of Eric’s taking over of … well, i guess it is accurate to say that He has taken over my life.  you end the discussion with this compliment (for which i am grateful):  “He always does his work with the utmost care and kindness.  He’s truly a credit to his Masters.” 

That caused me to stop and think.  you are, of course, right sam.  i started to reflect on how the focus of my life has changed so dramatically from attention to my business and community to an almost exclusive focus of Eric’s needs and desires, and on a derivative basis, on Jake’s. (i still do not think of Jake as my Master, and won’t until Eric gives me permission to do so.)  i now think of nearly everything that i do in terms of whether He will find what i am doing at any given moment pleasing to Him. 

And, as i am sure you appreciate, sam, slavery is liberating in the sense that i am freed from being concerned with everything in life except serving and pleasing Him. i now understand that this is what i was born for — the reason i exist.  i strive always to be a credit to my Master and i take joy in pleasing Him and making Him glad that He owns me.

And so, sam, another way (and perhaps one that you did not expect) in which your FWA website enhances the lives of faggots everywhere. It encourages introspection and not merely acceptance of, but joy in our status.

The words “slavery is liberating” really sent a shockwave through me. This is exactly what I’ve felt as a live-in faggot, and I do really think live-in faggots understand the truth of those words in a very special way. There is a sort of protection in being totally owned by an Alpha, a womb-like safety. As a faggot, our decisions are largely made for us and our life is set out as a series of tasks and expectations by our Owner that feels right in a most basic way.

I really love my brother Sean for letting us into his journey into complete slavery to his God Alpha Masters!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the story of a professional office faggot named Sean who desired to serve (and eventually served) a hot new God Alpha subordinate in the office. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Part of the burden of having a site like this one that is filled to the brim with incredible true stories of Hierarchical success and heartbreak is that nobody believes any of it.

This is a good problem to have. It means you’re knocking it out of the park consistently and delivering the goods. I’ve said it before: there isn’t a site anywhere on the entire internet like this one. Almost daily there are jaw-dropping stories, and almost daily the site changes lives. I’ll put up with virtually any amount of disbelief and false allegations as long as I’m changing lives.

Still, some of the stories shock even me. Take for example the shocking story of faggot Sean the former business owner who has had his entire life gobbled up by a young God Alpha named Eric. I’ve even covered other stories similar to his, but nothing like the raw power of Master Eric’s moves.

So OF COURSE there have been people doubting it. Like I said, par for the course. But then this one reader came at me with a laundry list of “issues” they had with the story. Here is this person’s list:

There’s a large gap in Sean the Office faggot’s story. Can you ask him more about the actual dynamics of the office starting from the first meeting he was outed? Bob demanded a blow job and Sean just glossed over that. What did Eric say/do at that point? What about the other partner(s)? What is the arrangement with Bob at work, since Sean said he has continued to give him blow jobs? How are the other partners reacting to all this? What about the support staff? They would have noticed the change in offices etc. It would be very interesting to know about this situation as it strikes me as very public in comparison to many of the other stories.

Well even though Sean is extremely busy now serving two Alphas, I sent the above paragraph to him and asked if he could try to respond.

And, like the generous faggot he is, Sean took some time to provide thoughtful answers.

sam, Let me try to answer your reader’s questions. They are good questions and they prompted me to reread my earlier messages about Eric and His infiltration into our company and my life.

The actual dynamics in the office is very interesting, in that things go on without much (if any) change in the flow of work in the office notwithstanding Eric’s very open taking over my role in the company. i guess the only real explanation is that our company is composed of very liberal people, so their acceptance of my change of status and my obvious submission to Eric would be easy for them, almost natural.

But still, kind of extraordinary, i would think. When Eric outed me in the partner’s meeting Bob immediately demanded a blow job. i looked to Eric and He nodded, signifying that i should do it. Since then, i’ve blown Bob a few times (maybe three over a four month period) and then he simply lost interest. The idea hasn’t come up since. Our other partner has expressed no interest in being serve sexually.

i think that an explanation (probably the only real explanation) of why our little company keeps on percolating along as if everything is normal is because, in a real sense everything IS normal. Eric’s leadership is obvious and apparent and natural., His judgments are obviously sound. His decision making is spot on. He is a clear leader. The staff (and my [former] partners) just accept the leadership role in the company that Eric has asserted because His leadership is natural and obvious. Whenever a matter comes up that is within my area of expertise Eric will come to me for counsel, and He will promote the solutions i offer to the partners giving me full credit — the mark of a true leader. While have been marginalized, i have not been extinguished.

sam, kind of a long-winded answer to your reader’s very concise and direct questions, but i hope this is a satisfactory response to him/her.

See why I love Sean so much?!? He’s always making sure to cross every “t” and dot every “i” in an effort to thoroughly document this incredible event in his life. He always does his work with the utmost care and kindness. He’s truly a credit to his Masters!

I thank my dear brother Sean for continuing to share his life-altering story with me!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the story of a professional office faggot named Sean who desired to serve (and eventually served) a hot new God Alpha subordinate in the office. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a little while since I’ve heard from my fag brother Sean, the (former) co-owner of a small business whose entire life was consumed a few months ago by a God Alpha named Eric. The story took such dramatic, shocking turns that it almost became a tragic comedy. Master Eric took over Sean’s role in the company he founded, assumed Sean’s salary, moved into the master bedroom in Sean’s beautiful house, and essentially look possession of everything Sean owned. It was breathtaking, but Sean was finally experiencing the Truth of Hierarchy as it played out in real time, and he was finally and deeply fulfilled.

With the long silence, I began to get concerned. Did Master Eric kill Sean and dump his body in a river? Did he tie Sean in the basement and leave him there? Faggots would ask me if I’d heard any updates on Sean’s situation, and I would disappointedly tell them I hadn’t. I figured Sean was going to turn out to be like so many others, disappearances into the blackness of the internet.

But two days ago I heard from Sean again, and it turns out there was a very good reason why I hadn’t heard from him. It seems that Master Eric decided to have his younger God Alpha brother Jake (still in high school) get in on the faggot action, and serving both of them has proven to be overwhelming (as one might expect).

Eric has a younger brother, Jake, who is in high school.  This summer, the summer between His Junior and Senior years, Jake is interning at our little company.  It’s a “paid” internship (none of this unpaid internship shit for this young Alpha-god). And of course, His salary ($1000 per week) comes out of my 20%. My Master Eric’s brother Jake is every bit the Alpha as Eric is.  Eric announced that Jake was going to spend the Summer interning at our company, and Jake moved in the next day. 

That day, Eric went to work and i stayed home to help Jake move in.  Eric just said “my brother is moving in today.  Stay home to help him and when you’re done, you can come into the office.”  i waited for hours until Jake finally showed up.  my first glimpse of Him took my breath away.  He is fucking gorgeous: handsome, muscular, walks with the confident swagger of the true Alpha.  He came into the house, scouted out the place.  When He saw the Master Bedroom.  “I assume Eric sleeps here,” He said.  He moved on to the guest bedroom and declared that He would sleep here.  “Move your stuff out and move my stuff out of my truck and into here,” He commanded.  i spent the next hour doing just that.  While Jake relaxed by the pool.  i came out to the pool to advise Him that the move was complete.  “Aren’t you going to change the sheets.”  It wasn’t a question.  “i’m going to head into the office,” i said.  “Not before you suck my dick, faggot,” Jake said.

i sucked His amazing cock right there, poolside,  But before He came, He flipped my over into doggie position and He fucked my ass.  “Eric was so right,” He exclaimed. “You have an awesome cunt, bitch.  This is going to be a great summer!”   It has only been a couple of weeks, but i can tell you that between Jake and His brother, i have never been busier, both as their servant and as their sex object.  i Am starting to really appreciate the sheer joy of faggotry.

Breathtaking!

I was eager to know about how the God Alpha brother dynamic was working both at the office and in the shared home.

Jake is staying at our (Eric’s and my) house.  Eric, of course, has long taken over the Master bedroom.  i was sleeping in the guest room, but Jake is sleeping there for the summer.  i sleep on a mat in the kitchen.  sam, i am thrilled as any faggot would be, as you know.  Two pair of shoes to shine every night.  A double load of boxers and tee shirts to iron.  And of course, two cocks to suck a couple times a day, getting awe-inspiring fucks several times a day.  (Like His brother Eric, Jake is insatiable), detailing Jake’s pick-up truck as well as the Porsche, which Eric has pretty much claimed as His car (i drive His like 15 year old Honda Civic).  

my days are full and i have the privilege of spending essentially every waking hour in service to my two Alpha-gods.  Not just at home, but in the office as well.  While Jake is ostensibly an intern, here to learn about business, He is essentially my boss for the Summer.  He sits in on pretty much all of the meetings while i write up His reports.  Jake has better things to do — like spending a couple hours a day at the gym, flirting with the secretaries (i understand He’s already fucked one of them).  At the office, i am relegated to going out at getting Him energy drinks.

As you might expect, sam, Jake is fucking drop-dead, movie star gorgeous — just like His brother, Eric.  Slightly shorter than Eric (Jake is a shade under 6 feet tall while Eric is 6’2″, and slightly less muscular (Jake has a little of His baby fat left, while Eric has like zero percent body fat) but no less sexually aggressive than His brother. In the several weeks Jake has been here (i’m looking forward to an amazing Summer), Jake has shown a natural, instinctive dominance.  There is no coaching from His brother — proving what you know sam, and what you have been preaching: Alphas are born not made, there is a natural hierarchy of men.  Jake, who is still in high school, knows His place, as i know mine.

Life is endless service for a lucky faggot.

This site carries some awe-inspiring stories of kaiju-like straight God Alphas who take over and consume faggots, like Master Duke (and Frat Fag), Master G (and his older faggot Jamie), or Master Dino (and his fag-wife Jamie) … among many others. This is a VERY REAL PHENOMENON among the most most powerful and insatiable straight Alphas on the planet.

But even against such a backdrop, I’ve never seen a takeover so rapid and complete as this one. Consumed is a great word, because Sean and his comfortable faggot life was thoroughly and (almost) instantly swallowed whole by Master Eric and is now being divvied up to his Alpha brethren.

What really gets me about all of this is how BRAZEN Master Eric bas been during this hostile takeover. From virtually his first day on the job at Sean’s company, Master Eric had set his sights on the faggot and basically took it all away in front of everyone without an apology or explanation – nothing. In fact, if you remember, Master Eric told the other board members of the company that Sean was now his faggot DURING A BOARD MEETING. Master Eric absolutely doesn’t give a fuck what anybody thinks of any action he takes.

And it sounds like Master Jake is just like his older brother.

I have no idea where this goes from here. How much more can they take from Sean? How long will these twin tornadoes decimate Sean’s defenseless faggot town before blowing away?

Who knows, but it’s going to be wild until then!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the story of a professional office faggot named Sean who desired to serve (and eventually served) a hot new God Alpha subordinate in the office. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

My last update on Sean the former partner of a successful small business who has had both his business and life overtaken by a young God Alpha named Eric was one of the most startling I’ve ever published on this site. Master Eric forcibly removing Sean from his position in the company and pretty blatantly and publicly making Sean his faggot is so brazen that it’s almost hard to process.

I had a few follow-up questions for Sean, of course. Primary among them was what type of annual salary did Master Eric take from Sean and what he makes today. While Sean forbade me to reproduce those figures here, let me tell you that Sean’s position (as co-owner) was worth several six figures a year. And now it all belongs to Master Eric.

And Sean is just fine with this very natural arrangement.

I was really fascinated by the fact that the other partners in the business (and the other employees) seemed to accept this assumption of power by Master Eric without even a blink of an eye. So I asked Sean for more detail on this lack of reaction.

You asked about how my partners are dealing with Eric’s increasingly important role in our business.  i have really had a difficult time in putting into words what i have been observing.  First of all, there is no question that they have readily adjusted to and agreed to the role that He (Eric) has just assumed.  i, of course, know no more about His interactions with the partners than He is willing to tell me (and that’s not much — as you know, i am usually excluded from the partners’ meetings).  But from what i can observe around the office, i  think it is fair to say that the partners generally concur in what He wants; not only with respect to office atmospherics (for instance, not only am i on call to get Eric coffee or soft drinks whenever He wants, but the partners now feel free to text me when they want a coffee, or to get them lunch), but also with respect to the direction of the business, generally (should we bid on this contract? what approach should we take in addressing a client’s problem?) Again, while i am not generally privy to these discussions, to the extent that the decisions represent a change in the company’s approach to our business, i assume that that is because of Eric’s increasing influence in company matters.  Overall, i con only include that the other partners are comfortable with and satisfied with Eric’s involvement in the business.  i know i certainly am.

It almost sounds like Master Eric is supplanting the other partners in the business, too, doesn’t it? They’re deferring to Master Eric’s lead in really significant ways.

I asked for even more detail about this, and Sean added:

As i said previously, Eric was hired about 6 months ago — maybe 7.  i do think it strange that my partners have not come to me inquiring about my relationship with Eric.  you know, sam, how straight guys are about homosexuality — they’re constantly afraid that if they express an interest, they’ll catch the gay bug, or at least will be thought of as gay.  Both partners have come to me separately, expressing their happiness that we hired Eric, and about the contributions that He’s made to our company.

So given that I hadn’t heard much about how Master Eric has been acting around the house he has claimed for his own (the one previously owned by Sean), I asked about the impact of the work changes on the situation at the house.

sam,  Funny you should ask that, because just this morning, Eric went ballistic when He found that one of His boxers that i had ironed had a wrinkle.  He told me to stay home from work, and re-iron all of His boxers and tee shirts, and not come into the office until i was confident that all of them were unwrinkled and perfect — and to make sure that the house is in perfect condition — no dust, no streaks on counters, bathroom immaculate.

As for His breeding me, i don’t sense increased frequency; from the beginning He always has felt that He could fuck me whenever and wherever He pleased.  i do sense that He sometimes is more aggressive in His fucking.  No complaints there.

Let me emphasize this: Sean irons Master Eric’s underwear. And when they aren’t crisply ironed, Master Eric forces Sean to stay home from work and iron them again.

I don’t know how an Alpha can own a faggot any more thoroughly than how Master Eric has consumed the life of Sean. All of this within the span of seven months.

Hierarchy Is Truth!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the story of a professional office faggot named Sean who desired to serve (and eventually served) a hot new God Alpha subordinate in the office. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The previous post in the story of Sean the faggot and his straight God Alpha Master Eric was titled “Total Takeover”. In it, Sean related how Master Eric had assumed Sean’s role as one of the owners of the small business Sean founded years earlier. I pronounced that this was the incredible completion of Master Eric’s plan to completely absorb and control everything Sean has and owns.

Not so fast! There’s even more! Read what Sean wrote today:

sam,  i got my paycheck this morning.  (We get paid twice a month; the 15th and the last business day of the month. The partners split the profits quarterly.)  In any event i was shocked that my paycheck was way less than i was used to.  i went to my partners to inquire, and they said that i needed to speak to Eric.  So, i went to Eric who told me that He and the partners decided that since He was doing a lot of my work, He should get a portion of my salary and of my share of the firm’s profits.  “What’s the split?”  “80/20” said Eric.  He explained, “I decided on what would be appropriate, and the partners were cool with it.”

Originally, i was pissed.   But the more i thought about it, i came to realize that i get to serve Eric, to iron His boxers, to clean His toilet, to cook His meals; not to mention to eat His delicious cum, to have Him fuck me whenever and wherever He wanted.  And, that privilege is incredibly valuable — worth way more than the income i have lost.

i am sure that you understand this, sam.

This development is so stunning to me that I’m almost at a loss for words. I cannot comprehend the gigantic, titanium-plated balls it must take to march into a meeting with the partners of a company that he’s worked at for mere months and take over both the position and salary of one of the partners. Master Eric is without equal in the annals of Hierarchy as far as I know. Literally, the only other example of behavior this fearless and greedy is the Alpha of str8guy4fags2serve and his wealthy faggot rich. It’s legendary power.

It’s incredible how much Sean has been forced to accept as Master Eric wrests his life away from him. Sean is handling this better than I think any faggot ever has. It’s an unprecedented power move, and there simply is no example from which Sean can draw inspiration. He’s on his own in this sudden, tumultuous tsunami, drifting alone while just trying to keep his head above water.

I have all of the respect in the world for my brother Sean as he struggles to understand and accept his new reality. And yes, I do understand this critical aspect: Sean is learning the hard way about what it means to be the slave and plaything of a god.