The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I’m so grateful to the newest generation of straight Alphas rising among us. Raised on knowledge from the internet, these new straight Alphas intellectually and empathetically understand the purpose of faggots, and appreciate it.

They also seem to comprehend this vital truth: true power comes from ownership WITHOUT violence and cruelty. Any dumbfuck can beat an inferior male and get him to submit. But the truly powerful Alpha is worshiped willingly and eagerly by his subs.

I’ve been blessed to know many young Alphas who exemplify this new generation of Kings. Among them, Master Jerome stands apart.

At just 19 years old, I swear straight Master Jerome is already more advanced and more powerful than harsher Alphas twice his age. In fact, Master Jerome consults with these Alphas and already has the composure to reject some of their dubious advice. His integrity makes him even more powerful. What he’s done with Fag C – the one he discovered was raped and infected with HIV – is by itself the gold standard for every Protector Alpha. In my opinion, he’s one of the very greatest God Alphas to ever grace this site or my life.

Master Jerome’s first summer as an Owner of faggots is coming to an end, so he wanted to share an update:

Hey Sam, this is your Master Jerome from France.

Summer is almost over here and I can say this has been the best summer of my life. Fag C is making excellent progress with his therapy and the group of hiv+ people that I found for him. He still struggles a lot with getting fucked in certain positions, though. Last night he was my little spoon and I started kissing his neck and getting hard, we were both wearing just underwear and I went on top of him, with his ass up. He immediately said “please, don’t fuck me in this position.” In a very respectful way as always, but begging me not to fuck him without eye contact. I hate his ex-bf for having traumatized my boy, but there is nothing I can do now to change the past. What matters is that he’s happy with me and, whenever I wanna fuck him in missionary or cowgirl position, his hole is ready for me.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how different faggots react differently to different positions. Among my three boys, I deal with very distinct personalities… Fag A is a total slut (which is a huge compliment), Fag B is romantic but knows how to behave like a bitch when I want, and Fag C is my precious little fag who is always begging to be loved and protected. And these different personalities require different positions and approaches when I fuck them. I’ve been in touch with other Alphas online and most of them don’t care about how the fag reacts to their cocks, they just fuck and throw them out. I can’t blame my brothers, when my balls are full I also want to unload them as soon as possible. But taking care of my fags and fucking them in the positions they like is so much better. My brothers have no idea what they’re missing… when a fag feels respected, he behaves MUCH BETTER, becomes a truly good boy. That’s the case with my three boys now.

What I’ve been doing is: I fuck Fag A doggy style and I get quite rough, grabbing his hair or his neck with one hand, while spanking him with the other. I love to spank a fag’s ass and he can take it as rough as I want. Of course, he would take my cock in any position but he loves doggy and for me it’s the perfect way to fulfil what Fag C cannot do for me. Then I usually fuck Fag B putting him on his stomach on the bed, ass up, then I put my whole weight on him, keep his legs open, and hug him from behind, crossing my arms around his chest. He feels safe, but at the same time completely helpless because he can’t move at all unless I allow him to. And he loves it. I like to bang his hole feeling my balls touching his ass, while I kiss his neck. I found out that Fag B likes when I bite his neck, like a vampire lol not too strong to hurt him of course, but now when I fuck him I leave at least two big hickeys on his neck. He told me that the feeling of my cock stretching his pussy while my teeth mark his neck is the best thing ever, so I don’t mind making my boy happy. And then, my sweet boy Fag C, as you know, is the most fragile one. So I am way less rough with him, but always firm because I don’t him to think that we’re equals. He loves sucking my cock, so I usually give it to him for a long head, but when I’m getting close I tell him to stop and enter his pussy. Because he gets scared with my cock without eye contact (which is completely understandable), I usually start with him riding my cock, so he can feel in charge and safer. Then I move to missionary and fuck him nice and deep, shooting my load as deep as I can. And I kiss his lips during the whole process, repeating things like “you’re my good boy” and “you’re doing so great” and “you make me so proud”

So that’s it Sam, life is going really well here. Some of the Alpha I made friends with tell me to fuck Fag C in whatever positions I want, otherwise I will spoil him. They think he will eventually start answering back and refuse to serve me if I accept his terms. But I do not agree with them. My boy has been great; he’s by far the best cocksucker among the three faggots and if he is not ready yet to be fucked in the positions that traumatized him, my role as an Alpha is to be respectful. He knows his place and never disrespects me, so I don’t see any reason to fuck him in a position he doesn’t enjoy.

Take care, Sam

How can anyone not just fall in love with an Alpha like Master Jerome?

I do understand what these Alphas are trying to emphasize with Master Jerome in regard to forcing them to obey or risk spoiling them. However, Master Jerome quickly recognized that such an approach is more fetish-based than based in reality. He wants to own these faggots long-term, so he knows the importance of building and maintaining the trust of his faggots. That trust morphs into genuine (not forced) respect, something Master Jerome absolutely wants.

I dearly love the importance Master Jerome places on breeding. He recognizes the physiological and psychological power his superior cum has when he pumps it into their pussies. Every straight or gay Alpha that refuses to breed faggots is missing this vital component of true power.

As Master Jerome deepens his ownership of his three loyal faggots, it should be interesting to see how he navigates girlfriends and romantic relationships going forward. Knowing him, I imagine it will be relatively easy. I’m sure females respond to his natural influence and charisma the same as his fags do.

On a side note: what is going on in France?? I know so many Alphas and faggots in France! I realize the word “hierarchy” is of French origin, but the country remains the true epicenter of the Hierarchical movement.

And Master Jerome is the God Alpha leading us all toward a brighter and better future! Thank you, Master Jerome!

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

It’s pretty clear that Master Steve, despite being just 31 years old, is quite advanced when it comes to faggot ownership. He seems like a proud owner of his faggot Mike, and that pride allows him to do things with faggots that most other Masters fail to do.

Like using faggots to mentor younger Alphas.

Mike recently received the following texts from his Master:

You can only imagine how terrified Mike was with this news. I mean, I’m sure Mike was also excited by the prospect of serving a young Alpha relative of his Master … but he clearly had to perform up to Master Steve’s unyielding standards! The pressure was on!

So I waited a little while before reaching back out to Mike for an update. But boy, it was a doozie!

What a weekend with Steve’s cousin, Alex. I left work a bit early on Friday since Alex’s plane was landing at 5:45. I circled the airport a few times waiting to see him come out. He texted me that he’d just grabbed his luggage and was heading out. When I saw him, he looked like a young god—6’2”, about 200 lbs, dark hair, and a mustache. Standing next to him was another guy, just as hot. I pulled up and waved, and Alex immediately started walking to the car, casually leaving their luggage on the sidewalk. I got out, said hello, and loaded everything in the trunk. We made small talk, and Alex introduced me to his friend AJ—who I later found out was only 19. About five miles down the road, nervous and unsure, I asked Alex if he needed to use the restroom or wanted me to get him or AJ something to drink. He said, “Yeah, pull over at the next exit,” so I did. I pulled into a gas station and sat there unsure of what to do. Finally, Alex looked at me and said, “You wanna drink my piss here or in the bathroom?” I said, “Wherever you want, Sir.” He replied, “Here. I don’t feel like walking.” I wasn’t sure what AJ was thinking, but after I was done with Alex, he told me to go drink AJ’s in the back seat. I did exactly as I was told, straining so much in my cage the entire time.

When we got back to Steve’s, they walked straight inside, leaving me to unload their luggage. Once I got it all in, Steve told me to unpack their clothes and get everything hung up or put away. When I finished, I went into the living room and Steve motioned for me to kneel. He stood up and pissed down my throat. By then, I was so full of piss and so hard in my cage I could barely think. Steve told me to get everyone a drink and start my weekend chores, reminding me I wouldn’t have much time on Saturday or Sunday to do them. I spent the rest of Friday night exhausted—cleaning, doing Steve’s laundry, being their urinal, and serving drinks while they played video games. At one point, Steve called me over while he was still gaming and made me suck him as he talked. He said, “Just to set expectations: Alex—and only Alex—for the next 10 days, has the same rights I do. You’ll do whatever he says, just like you do for me. Understand?” I stopped sucking just long enough to say, “Yes Sir.” He said, “Good. Now go finish the kitchen.”

They got tired around 11:30 and went to bed, leaving me to finish up. Steve came out to give me a kiss and reminded me that it was Alex’s birthday Saturday, so I needed to have his cake ready that night. I finally got to bed around 1am. Steve rolled over, fucked me, blew his load all over my cage, and said, “Get some sleep. Breakfast needs to be on the table by 7.” My cage was driving me crazy—I hadn’t cum in three weeks, and I was straining and frustrated. I knew it was selfish to focus on my own needs, but it was getting harder to ignore. Eventually, I passed out, only to be woken by my watch alarm at 5:45am.

I started cooking and had the table set by 6:50. I went to wake Steve, and while I was drinking his morning piss, I heard AJ come to the door. Steve told him we’d be ready in a minute. We walked to the kitchen and found Alex and AJ already at the table. Steve and I both wished Alex a happy birthday—he looked adorable with his messy bedhead. I poured everyone coffee and sat down, but Alex looked straight at me and said, “I need to piss. Get under the table and fully service me while I eat.” I looked at Steve—he didn’t even glance at me. I knew I had to follow Alex’s orders. I got under the table and drank Alex’s piss, sucking him the entire time he ate. At one point Alex said, “I can’t believe this is actually happening.” Steve replied, “Told you—when you have a faggot that’s yours, you can mold them into anything you need.” While I sucked Alex, Steve talked to him and AJ about the things he’d trained me to do and some ideas he had in mind. Alex stopped me several times—he didn’t want to cum yet. “I’ve got a better place for this load,” he said. When breakfast was over, Steve told me to eat light and get the kitchen cleaned up. He said he wanted to fuck.

After I finished cleaning, I went into the living room where they were playing video games and sat beside Steve. He asked if everything was cleaned. I told him it was. He said, “Good. Why don’t you take your clothes off and go suck AJ for a bit? I want to watch.” AJ smirked, pulled his cock out of his gym shorts, and I started sucking. I must have touched my cage a few times without realizing it—just a natural reaction from the pressure and frustration—and Steve snapped, “What did I tell you about touching your cage?” I apologized and focused back on AJ. Moments later, I felt someone come behind me—it was Alex. He spit on my ass a few times, and I knew what was coming. As he started sliding into me, I lifted my head from AJ and moaned. Steve laughed. It was my first time ever being spit-roasted in front of Steve, and it was overwhelming. Alex’s cock felt incredible, and sucking AJ while being used made me feel completely owned. Steve said, “Happy birthday, buddy. You’re going to be a mini-me.” I could hear the pride in his voice. AJ said he was about to cum, and Steve told me to stop. “All loads today go in his ass—not his mouth.” Alex pulled out and sat on the couch so AJ could fuck me. He didn’t last long before filling me up. Steve stood and said, “I want to cum now, but I want Alex to have the last load for his birthday.” Steve took his time, fucking me rough and deep while Alex and AJ watched. “When you fuck a fag, you don’t have to be gentle,” he said. I was on the edge of tears by the time he finished and blew inside me. Then Alex stepped up to take the final round. He wasn’t as rough, but he still made sure I was bred properly. I was left exhausted, dripping with all their loads. Alex said, “Don’t move. I want to try something.” He came back with the butt plugs Steve had recently bought. “I’m going to plug you, fag. You’ll stay plugged the rest of the day.” He asked Steve which one to use, and Steve said, “Go light—he’s never used them.” Even the smallest one was thick, around seven inches. When Alex slid it in, it took my breath away. Steve said, “Rest a second, then get us drinks. After that, make Alex’s cake, then you can take a short nap.” I was beyond exhausted, but I gathered the strength and did exactly what they asked.

That night, all three of Steve’s alpha friends came over, along with Alex and AJ. I was expected to be nude, plugged, and locked all night—serving drinks and snacks. About an hour in, Steve pulled me aside and gave me one of his signature “choices” to test me. “You’ve got two options,” he said. “Go get the piss gag and come back to ask—out loud, in front of everyone—if you can please be our urinal tonight and stay locked for two more weeks. Or, you can just drink mine and Alex’s piss the rest of the night and unlock Sunday afternoon. The choice is yours. Choose wisely.” I was so horny I could barely think. Unlocking Sunday was tempting, but I knew choosing that would be selfish. I didn’t want to let Steve or Alex down.

I walked to the bedroom, mind racing, and picked up the piss gag. When I returned to the living room, I knelt and said, “Excuse me, Master Steve. Sorry to interrupt, but may I please wear the piss gag and be the party urinal tonight?” The room erupted in laughter. Alex said, “Damn—he really is a true fag.” Steve smiled and said, “Absolutely, fag. Just don’t waste a single drop—or there will be hell to pay.” I stayed kneeling as Steve strapped the gag in. One by one, all six of them used me. I thought I was going to drown. I was soaked, plugged, locked, and completely lost in submission. I’d never felt such a high—emotionally, mentally, physically. It was an overwhelming and transformational moment. And Steve just smiled. He knew exactly what he’d done to me.

That night, after everyone left, Steve, Alex, and AJ each took turns fucking me again. We all ended up crashing in the same bed.  Before we fell asleep Steve kissed me and said how proud of me he was and thanks for making Alex Birthday Special.  I knew then I had made the right choice.

Sunday was a bit more relaxed. I had breakfast ready by 7am, and by 10, we were back at the gym. After the workout, we went into the sauna. It was hot, wet, and foggy, and Alex looked at me and said, “Start sucking.” I got on my knees and took him in my mouth. Just then, a guy walked in. I paused, but Steve popped my ass and said, “Don’t stop.” The guy just sat across from us and started jerking off while I kept sucking. After Alex came, I sucked Steve, then AJ. The guy finished on the floor, cleaned himself up, and walked out without a word.

Locked for two more weeks now. That’ll make six total. And I’ve never felt more owned in my life.

These kinds of true stories always astound me. The things powerful straight Alphas do are so fearless and perception-altering that I can’t keep up with them – and I’m a faggot who knows this truth and expects it!

I love that Master Steve clearly mentored his straight cousin Alex on the use of faggots, and was using Alex’s birthday as a pretext to further train Alex’s understanding of Alpha power through faggot use. I understand that there are straight Men reading this who are thinking, “I don’t need to use a faggot sexually in order to feel powerful,” but until you’ve actually stood over a faggot and pissed down its throat or face fucked a faggot until you pumped every drop of cum into it … you don’t really understand that level of power.

I’m so proud of my brother Mike for being eager and willing to do whatever he could to serve his Master and his fellow Alphas. It’s such a privilege to be used this way! So many faggots balk at opportunities of this sort given the dehumanization and the pressure these situations place on a faggot. But if you’re not willing to give up yourself when called upon by an Alpha, then you don’t deserve to serve these Kings!

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

Easily one of the most intriguing developments on this site in recent months has been the revelation and rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas. I’ve been put in the enviable position of helping him understand his growing power and develop his first stable of faggot worshipers.

To assist me in this, I recruited Master Dean (a God Alpha raised by God Alphas) to guide Master Lucas in ways a faggot like me is ill-equipped to do. So far Master Dean has nothing but the highest praise for his young peer.

Under Master Dean’s tutelage Master Lucas is learning to expand the kinds of worship he receives:

Just to give you some little news. I know how much you love hearing from Me. I must say, I really enjoy the company of My older 18-yo submissive. It’s great to have a boy who is clearly mature and clever and strong but who still feels the urge to submit to Me. Also, the other day, I was with one of My other servant, My earliest childhood friend. He accompanied Me while I worked out in a park sports area. He would carry a towel and come to wipe Me off at the slightest gesture from Me. I could clearly see that he was completely mesmerized when he looked at Me in full effort. At the end, when I was out of breath, I could see that he had his eyes fixed on My armpits (I was in a tank top). So I said, “Would you like a closer look?” He nodded eagerly. I put my hand on his head and stuck his nose in My armpit. He sniffed so hard! Then he put out his tongue to lick. I was surprised, but I loved this way of worshipping My body. I wasn’t expecting it, but it was cool. He also kissed My biceps. I think I’ve discovered some new acts of worship that I’m going to love! LOL

You can imagine the pleasant surprise Master Lucas experienced when his faggot sniffed and licked his sweaty armpit and kissed his bicep. At age 15 every new sensation is like touching a live electric wire, and that’s doubly true when it comes to domination.

So Master Lucas wanted more, of course:

I find out I really love the power of My armpits! I had two others of My inferiors sniff and lick My armpits and they loved that!

Also, I kind of like those displays of power and domination in public space. You see, recently, I had My girflriend massaging My socked feet in the schoolyard. I was sitting on a bench, hands behind My head, and she was sitting in front of Me on a stool, gently massaging My feet. And the funny thing was, I saw boys, including boys older than Me, whom I didn’t know, giving Me thumbs-up and admiring glances. I loved that! I think boys really do instinctively recognize their superiors.

I feel like I’ve always new urges about how to use My inferiors and make them humiliate themselves for My pleasure. I’m disciplining Myself to keep a cool head and remain patient, but I know I’ll get everything I want, sooner or later.

This bold display of Alpha power accomplished two things: (1) it forced his girlfriend to submit to him and remain under his control, and more importantly (2) established Master Lucas’s presence at the top of the school’s hierarchical order and served notice to his Alpha brothers that he is King.

Master Lucas has been tight-lipped about his romantic life to the point that I figured he didn’t have time for a love life with the line of faggots begging to kiss his feet.

But it turns out that yes, he does have a girlfriend, and he’s teaching her to accept his desire to own and use faggots.

I have been using some of My servants with her to watch, two of them had been massaging My feet while My girl and I were chilling on the sofa. She’s a nice pretty girl and she’s crazy about Me. I know she brags about dating Me to the girls at school. But she can be a bit possessive. I may have to take care of that. She doesn’t know everything about my inferiors serving Me, but she has seen Me ordering around some of My servants and she has served Me too, like the time two of them were rubbing My feet and she was massaging My back. She knows I have a dominant personality and I think it turns her on, when I dominate boys it reminds her how lucky she is and that she hit the big prize LOL. I think I will introduce her even more to my inferiors. I want her to get used to the idea that I am to be served and worshiped by everyone I choose, including her.

It’s magnificent to see the rapid ascension of Master Lucas, isn’t it? Males are NOT all born equal, and the story of this young God Alpha’s rise should put away any lingering doubts.

How did Master Lucas become aware of this destiny, this purpose? He told me his first memory:

You know, this whole using inferiors in public thing reminded me of one of the first times I consciously realized I was superior to others. I don’t remember if I told you about that. When I was 11 or 12, dont know, I was hanging out with a school mate in the streets. Then, I noticed My shoe laces were untied. So, as a joke, I said “hey” to My mate, snapping my fingers and pointing at My shoes. But then he knelt down and laced them up. I remember that I felt great. Before long, he would often carry my schoolbag. When I would simply hand it to him, without saying anything, he would know what to do. I loved that. I think those were my first practical, conscious experiences of domination.

A simple taste of power has placed Master Lucas on a path leading inexorably toward a Kingdom of his own design! There’s nothing that can stand in his way or resist his will!

HIERARCHY IS LAW!

HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

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

You might remember the last update from Master Anthony and Fabien in which Master Anthony said that he wanted to reward his faggot for his excellent service during the intense orgies of the previous two weeks. I was curious about this (also impressed), but he didn’t give me any further details.

Then I received a breathless update from Fabien that provided more details:

I’m writing you a very quick little e-mail. This morning Anthony congratulated me on the orgies and told me we had a special bond. We shared a wonderful close moment while I sucked him on my knees. He promised to let me sleep on his bed at his feet tonight. I’m trembling with joy as I write to you. 

I am exhausted, but my God and Master is very satisfied with me. All is perfectly well in my world!

I was quite surprised that Master Anthony wanted Fabien to sleep with him. Most straight Alphas don’t allow their faggots to sleep with them, and I can understand it to some degree.

But Master Anthony is no ordinary straight Alpha. He’s a powerful God Alpha who is also blessed with an emotional depth that allows him to lift up and comfort inferiors around him. So I wasn’t terribly surprised to read Master Anthony’s summary of what happened:

Yes, I indeed finally rewarded Fabien. This morning, I woke up much earlier than usual. I was thinking back with delight to the two orgies. When I walked out of my room, Fabien was in the living room, doing some domestic chore. He panicked and immediately threw himself at my feet. “Sorry, Master! I’m late for your breakfast! Forgive me!” I reassured him as he kissed and licked my toes fervently. “Don’t worry, I woke up early. I was thinking about the orgies. I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. Your loyalty and your devotion to me are matched only by your talent and your intelligence. Get up on your knees”. He obeyed, and looked at me with adoration. I stroked his head. “You’re a very, very good boy to me. I appreciate you.” He had tears in his eyes. He said in a trembling voice “Thank you, Master. You can’t know what it means to me. It’s so good to be your slave.”

He took care of my morning wood. This time, I did not aggressively face-fucked him like I usually do. I tenderly stroked his hair and looked him straight in the eyes the whole time as he sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. While he had my cock in his mouth and stared at me with his pleading and worshipful eyes, I talked to him. That’s when I told him: “You and I have a special bond. You make me happy. You’re a good boy. My good boy.” When I ejaculated in his mouth, my eyes in his, I really felt connected to him. I can’t really explain. It was as if our souls were bound together. The Superior Man and the inferior boy. The God and the slave. 

So I had this impulse. “Tonight, you will sleep in my room. On my bed. At my feet. That will be your reward.” “Serving you is its own reward, my God!”. “I know that. But from now on, every time you deserve it, you’ll have extra time with your God, sleeping with me.” He burst into tears and got down on the floor, licked my feet and moaned “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” I felt so powerful, seeing this rather good-looking and masculine adult male, worshipping me so wholeheartedly. And I know that this is the life that awaits me.

I just love hearing Master Anthony wax poetic about his beloved faggot and the joys of faggot ownership! Straight Alphas should experience that kind of joy!

Then Master Anthony added more information:

I’ve allowed my house slave to sleep curled up at my feet for the last two nights. I saw how ecstatic he was about it! And I loved it myself. Having an inferior literally at my feet all night is an incredibly empowering feeling. And having him available to fuck in the middle of the night in case of trouble sleeping isn’t bad either! 

Yesterday morning, I woke up to the familiar sensation of his tongue on my toes. This morning, he woke me up by sucking my cock.

Tonight, he’ll return to the kitchen. I don’t want to spoil him too much!  I want to keep him motivated to excel in order to deserve my small favors. But I trust him to convince me to let him sleep with me again. Maybe sometimes, instead of letting him sleep on my bed, I’ll let him sleep on the floor in my room. Maybe in a dog bed!

Isn’t that great?

One terrific side effect of faggot ownership for Master Anthony is he’s been able to become a mentor for other Alphas in his Alpha Pack, particularly his best friend Master Henri. All of the things Master Anthony learns through the use of his faggot Fabien he passes on to Master Henri and his faggot Clement.

Henri and I are closer than ever now that we’re enjoying the slaves together. Our brotherly friendship is truly strengthened by this shared experience of domination! He has the highest respect for my leadership and I’m very grateful for his loyalty. We have precisely discussed the importance of being firm but gentle with our stooges. I advised him to know how to reward Clément with some praise and appreciation signs when he deserves it, to motivate him to excel and serve his master well. I told him “Remember: Clément is just a nice part of your life, but you are everything to him. A little from you means a hell of a lot to him!” Henri agreed to follow me advice. “You always knew better,” he said. I like to know that my brothers acknowledge my worth! I love to be me!

There have been many Protector Alphas who have graced my life, but nobody is quite like Master Anthony. I worship and honor his great natural power, but I adore his joyful enthusiasm and gracious benevolence.

He is all things; a lover of women, a King of faggots, and a God Alpha over all!

Yo Sam, I’m Brian, a 19 year old Alpha. Came across this site only recently and then I saw your post about Master Jax and his situation resembles mine (partially).   Let me start from the beginning. So me and my brother (we’re both alphas, his name is Jason) are about 11 years old apart, so he’s currently 29. He was the one who introduced me to the hierarchy when I was 15. He brought home one of the guys he works with (he lives a separate city than our parents and I moved with him to continue my studies as the schools here are better). And to my surprise, he made the guy worship his feet and cock right there in the living room and told the guy to do the same to me. I’ll tell you, during the whole time he did not use the guy’s name and instead called him ”fag” and told me to do the same because ”fags” only purpose is to worship alphas like us. It felt amazing. That was the start of my interest in hierarchy and since then, me and my brother have had 2 live-in faggots (we had another one, but he moved away due to family problems) whom we use and enjoy whenever we want.   That brings me to my problem, for some time now I keep having these thoughts of fucking my brother and turning him into one of the fags as well. He\’s older than me, but we’re pretty much similar in height. I’m more on the wiry side whereas he’s more stocky and he has an amazing ass (like imagine two perfectly shaped butt cheeks). I could prolly control these urges if not for the fact that he’s naked almost the whole time he’s home. I use the fags we have almost all the time when I’m home, but when fucking them I imagine my brother. Is that weird? Like I know you’ve said before that you don’t agree with incest due to how destructive they can be but how do you get over it? You have had this site up for a long time now so you must’ve come across similar situation?

Master, thank you for writing to me! 
 
First of all, congratulations on your situation! You’re lucky to have had an Alpha brother who was so generous and considerate of you, someone who was wise enough to fully understand Hierarchy at a young age! The fact that you own live-in faggots together is truly a testament to your power and the truth of Hierarchy!
 
Yes, I definitely have come across similar situations as yours, Master. Whenever the power dynamics within families are combined with the natural power dynamics in Hierarchy, the results are often combustible. This is especially so when it involves Alphas, who are Kings in Hierarchy and are keenly aware of position.
 
I suppose you can try to get your brother to submit to you, Master, but it’s likely to be one hell of a fight. And if you lose … Well, you might not like how that turns out. You really need to decide how important it is that you dominate him, as opposed to ruling alongside him. 
 
As a faggot, submitting is natural for me. But for Alphas, it’s nearly unthinkable. In the case of your older brother, he’s the one who guided you to your own Alphahood. Do you really want to disrespect him that way? Do you really need to?
 
I hope you think hard about those questions, Master. You sound like a good Alpha, and I’m sure you’ll come to the right conclusions!

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