I cannot stand “Alpha M”, the bewilderingly-popular “Alpha guru” who has mesmerized more than six million followers with his Pied Piper promises to help beta males become Alpha.
As if Alphahood is something you can pick up at Nordstrom Rack at 30% off.
I remember seeing this pipsqueak on Shark Tank trying to convince the Sharks to finance his silly idea to make a brand around how to teach Alpha techniques to clueless males. The Sharks weren’t biting, so he took his flea circus to YouTube and found success conning insecure males with promises of magic hair creams or exfoliating masks that will transform them into Alphas.
Why does anybody listen to this guy? Personally, I can’t get past that weird bloodspot/extra pupil on his left eye. I imagine it’s the result of a eyeball vein rupture from his constant screeching. And ugh … the screeching. He’s like an even-more-annoying version of Charlie Day (I know, I know … I didn’t think that was possible) if Charlie Day had delusions of becoming the Ron Popeil of Alpha fantasies.
Anyway, somebody is finally suing his phony ass for fraud (ummm …. GUILTY) so he took to his YouTube channel to CRY ABOUT IT. Literally cry. All three eyeballs with tears in them, crying.
You know, just like an Alpha does.
As a teacher of Hierarchy this charlatan has offended me since the first time I saw his little, rat-like face. He’s teaching lies to inferior males while insulting true Alphas. He’s promising a world of power and consequence that most males were never meant to know. Frankly, it’s a world HE HIMSELF doesn’t know, since he is a pretender to the throne.
I have a serious question and its hard to ask and get into without explaining a lot of stuff.
I guess my question is – can a fag be in service to a female?
It might sound like a weird question but I guess I’ve been trying to figure out how I identify and exactly what I am.
My situation will probably seem pretty strange and idk maybe it is. I have a girlfriend. We’ve been together for about four years. We both identify as being mostly straight, but both had some same-sex experience when we got together.
We knew we were both open minded and liked to experiment and that’s always been part of our sex life. Even in the first few months we explored other kinks and things, and she started to explore being dominant with me. It was something I enjoyed so was more than happy to do it.
We also involved other people. We went to swinger parties. We found girls and guys online.
She found that she really liked seeing me do stuff with other men, especially taking a submissive role, and I found that I really liked being watched by her when I was in that sort of situation.
We’ve leaned into that more and more heavily. And we now have three regular alphas (two are gay/bi, one is straight) who use me on a pretty regular basis. They use me exclusively, they don’t do anything with her. She usually watches, but not always. But in my head, I’m doing it for her.
It hasn’t become what we do exclusively, but I’d say more than 90% of the sex I have is submitting to alpha men.
You might be thinking that this is some kind of cuck situation, but I really don’t feel like that’s what it is. It’s not like these men are ‘replacing’ me. She just really enjoys the dominance of being totally in control of what happens with my body, and I love serving her – and by extension submitting to men.
I just wondered if you’d come across this before, or if our situation is unique in any way.
Thanks for the unusual question! Tonight I’ve hit a trifecta of peculiar situations!
I’ve encountered just one or two situations like yours over these ten years of answering questions. In all situations, the male partner is a “beta-sub” (see graphic) whose extreme heterosexual submissiveness actually ranks him below females in dominance hierarchy.
However, unlike the title you chose for your question (“Female Alpha?”), I do not recognize females as Alphas since leadership and power are not natural female attributes. It just so happens that your female partner enjoys watching you get used and humiliated by Alphas … but that doesn’t make her an Alpha. She just happens to have a kink compatible with yours.
I do wonder where this leads, though. How long before one of these Alphas claims you and motions to take you away from her? Are you prepared for that? How much longer before you’re craving the Alpha cum that has been impregnating you, body and mind?
Personally, I think this is a dead-end in the long run. What started out as experimentation has mushroomed into something slightly out-of-control. Be careful what you wish for!
Hey man, I’m not sure exactly how to start this but to give you a bit of background I found out about the alpha hierarchy last year in college when my roommate, Jack, turned out to be a fag and showed me this page. I really resonated with being a protective alpha and enjoyed owning Jack as a fag especially just having a servant and hole to use whenever I was pent up. This past year I moved into a new apartment with a few random people but my fag couldn’t live with us because he had to live closer to his job. During this time I became close with one of my roomates let’s call him Ray. We got close going to the gym together and going to some of the same cultural clubs. Earlier this year we got drunk and he ranted to me about how girls were so needy to get blowjobs or have sex with and I agreed and told him a bit about owning a fag to just use without worrying about all the needy aspects. We ended up talking about it for a bit before he asked me how it worked and at this point I had 2 fags, Jack & Leo, I owned. I let Ray take Leo once to see if he enjoyed it and he ended up telling me the it was the best head he got and he felt powerful exerting his dominance over another man. Fast forward a bit he had a large stable of fags that he told me about and we always laughed about just having guys at our disposal. For a while everything was the same we worked out at the gym, hung out, and had fags help us with all the other work. But just this past month, Leo and Jack my two fags have been canceling on me saying they were too busy and just ignored me. One night I saw Leo leave Ray’s room at 3AM when I drove back from a party and realized they were serving him instead of me. I got pissed and confronted Ray about it but he just brushed me off saying it was their choice. Lately Ray has been just making comments how he can bench more than me and how good Leo serves him that annoys me that I just brushed off as banter. However, I’ve realized that lately he’s asked me to do a lot of things from getting dinner, driving him around, and last week he told me to give him a massage. I did everything just because we’re bros still but I’m getting the feeling now he’s trying to own me too. I’ve tried to get my mind off it because I don’t think I’m a beta or submissive, but I admire him because he’s smarter and has my goal phisique and I sort of strive to be like him. Now I’m conflicted in what I’m feeling an urge to not serve but help him but at the same time I thought I was a master so now I’m confused. So I’m not sure how to approach this now and I guess in a way figure out who I am?
Master, thank you for writing in with this important question!
When I made the major revision in my Hierarchy Pyramid (the pinned post at the top) sometime around 2021 to include an Alpha Hierarchy, many people thought I was splitting hairs between Alphas about qualities that they felt made no real difference. However, time and many experiences like yours have only proven how prescient I was to make those distinctions. There are clearly delineated roles among Alphas, and sometimes those come into sharp relief through the battles you’re experiencing right now.
Master Ray is making power moves against you on multiple fronts; He’s poaching your faggots, he’s humiliating you in the gym, and now he’s getting you to obey his commands to serve him as well.
What Master Ray is doing is akin to a dog or a wolf marking off territory with their urine. Think about it in those terms, Master. He’s pissing all over your life and claiming it for himself, and you’re allowing him to do it.
This doesn’t not make you a faggot or a beta, Master. But your actions are indicating that you are a lower-level Alpha. If you’re being truthful with me, it doesn’t sound like serving him does anything for you. So ultimately you are serving the greater Alpha hierarchy as a lower-tier Alpha.
If you want more faggots to serve you, then go claim some more. Obviously faggots are responding to your Alphahood. Just keep them away from Master Ray or have strict rules. If you want to reclaim more of your Alphahood, you need to stop serving him (of course) and start standing up to him.
You’ve been misplaying this so far, Master. In blunt terms, now’s the time to either put up or shut up.
Hii Sam, I am Asher. Few months ago I asked you about my situation with my uncle and my stepdad. Well here is the update.
As you said I started to do the household chores, even started to do his part of chores, he would like that as it would give him more time to relax. Slowly, I started to do all household chores, cooking, cleaning and he did notice that. There were even days, that I skipped college to do his laundry, as cleaning his undies is more important to me than some lectures.
Finally, one Friday evening, when we were watching T.V. , I told him what I felt. At first I just was confused with words, little panicked then , but somehow kept cool and told him that I am a faggot and looked upto to him as my Alpha. At first he went silent for a minute, then he spoke. “I always felts you were a bit odd. I mean with your dad leaving, then your stepdad, then mom, know it has been tough on you. And tbh, I kinda knew you were a beta, did not think of you as a fag, but… ya it is quite good you told this to me.”
He knew the hierarchy and he himself told me that he was an Alpha. In fact, even my stepdad is. I asked my uncle then does he have any fags. He said,” Not now, but I did have fags coming and going for many years. I would use them, get bored and tell them to never be seen again.”
Seriously, it felt so good to come out as fag to uncle. I asked him how does my life change after all. He told me that he won’t force me to do anything as it would be my consent, but I told him that I want to be dominated. He just said me to calm for now.
We had a long discussion and he asked me a lot of things , may of which I instantly said yes to. He said me that I must follow house rules as a good fag or I will be brutally punished.
I will remain naked in the house, take care of all the chores and cooking, massage uncle, eat after uncle, sit on floor and will be sleeping on a mattress in uncle’s bedroom.
After this, I got naked in front of him and had a boner. My dick ain’t that big or thick. So even my boner is like small. My uncle giggled looking at it and asked if I have seen a thick big cock. I told him only in porn. Then he slowly unzipped his pants, and lowered underwear to showcase his monstrous cock. It had all veins on it and thick as a can. I asked him if I could suck or touch it, but he refused. “You have to earn it”, he said.
He noticed I was constantly touching my dick, so he asked me if I would be comfortable wearing it. I said no for now.
My brother Asher, it is so nice to hear back from you! Thanks for writing!
I’m very impressed by your bravery! I am so tempted to turn this into a proper thread, because your example is just that important.
I also really proud that you followed my initial instructions, but then took it several steps further on your own! Nice improvisation!
It’s really awesome that your uncle recognizes hierarchy and your faggot status (and also identifies as Alpha!), which eliminates huge barriers. Things are going to move fast from here.
Here’s a bit of advice that you might approach your uncle about: going into chastity. The erection you had was embarrassing and should really be under control, and chastity is the way to accomplish that. Think about it.
my name is Myriad, a 24 year-old man figuring out my place in this crazy world. Through college I horsed around a lot on Grindr and had the most fun using subs—so I have a high affinity for the way you frame a male hierarchy. At the same time, my college classes were always concerned with equity, being inclusive, and not pigeonholing people as one thing or having one nature (like “being an Alpha” or “being a fag”). I tend to think that’s a good way of viewing people, too. How do I square this theory of male hierarchy with my liberal politics?
Sir, thank you very much for writing to me!
I can certainly appreciate your difficulty in reconciling liberal beliefs with that of Hierarchy, which wouldn’t seem to be compatible. I’m certainly more liberal than conservative as well.
But I think we agree that Hierarchy is the ultimate truth of our world. It’s really beyond question. And it really doesn’t involve politics in any way.
Here’s how I reconcile my feelings, Sir: liberal beliefs are ASPIRATIONAL HOPES rather than reality. For instance, as a nature-lover I wish lions wouldn’t kill elk. In a perfect, liberal world, all of nature would be at peace and no harm would come to anything. But that’s simply not how it’s going to be, right?
You were born Alpha. I was born a faggot. There’s no way you and I are equal aside from a shared perspective. Accepting that truth has liberated me in so many ways, and once my eyes were opened to the truth there was no way I was ever going to turn away from it. I suspect it’ll be the same way with you, Sir.
This young, redheaded Alpha fucks his older faggot in what looks like an attic, and he’s not shy about what he wants. He loudly pumps a load into it, then says, “You feel good enough to fuck twice” and proceeds to pound another load into it.
This is one of my very favorite porn clips of all time. It shows the simple dynamic that exists between an Alpha and a faggot when each one accepts their place!
I’m a faggot, and I have a cousin who is two years younger than me, I don’t think he knows it yet, but he’s an alpha, a straight white alpha. I have the biggest crush on him. We didn’t grow up together and we’ve always lived in different states, his family usually comes to visit once or twice a year. So my question is, if the situation ever presents itself, should I be a good sub faggot for me cousin? or should I try to keep our familial relationship strictly familial?
(I got really hard writing this)
The Faggot, Steven
Thanks for the questions!
I don’t really like recommending that people pursue family members because of the issues that can sometimes arise from it. However, this cousin is far-enough removed that I don’t know if that would pose an issue as much as simply ever having an opportunity to serve him at all. You don’t really have enough contact with him to be able to work on him mentally.
But if you happen across him again, just feel him out a little bit. You never know.
My name is Theo and I’ve been reading your blog/page since 2020. I figured out I was gay two years before that and slowly started figuring out my kinks and fetishes and that’s how I came across all of this.
Back then I treated hierarchy as more of a kink really, using it to jerk off to it and just get off. However, slowly I started realizing it’s actually a lot more than just a kink (shocker, I know). I have pretty much struggled with the idea of it for the past few years.
Now, I am 18 and also fresh out of a vanilla leaning, slightly sub/dom relationship. I met the guy through grindr and we hit it off and managed having a really nice relationship, until I started losing feelings. I now realize that me losing feelings was due to the fact that he wasn’t an alpha male. I practically had to beg (to the point of being annoying) for him to dominate me, and even then it was just some low level getting rough during sex. I loved him, truly, but ended up hurting him because I had to end things. We never had the whole fag/hierarchy talk because he was clear that he thought nothing of the whole alpha male concept. There were other indicators that he was pretty beta, but that isn’t too important now.
My issue now is, how do I move from here? I’m almost done with high school, and live in a rather regressive European country. I am planning to move away to Germany in a bit more than a year, for college. During a short recent vacation I found this guy (also on grindr) who I’ve been chatting to. He’s from Berlin. We met up a few times in a short period and parted ways, staying in contact. He is much more dominant than my ex, open to the idea of me being a fag and using me like one. Now the issue still is that I also have quite some romantic tension with him, and I believe he’s into me outside of the alpha/fag dynamic.
I guess my problem would be that I feel like I have to choose, or compartmentalize these aspects of a relationship. I am looking for love and a boyfriend, but I also feel the undeniable fire of faggotry burning in my heart.
Please help me figure this out. I have not always been certain about your teachings and ideas being true, or at least this serious/deep, but I’ve recently realized that they are, so I come to you to ask for guidance.
Keep up this amazing work that you’re doing, you really are showing people things about their own selves that would normally take ages to figure out.
My baby brother, thank you so much for your heartfelt letter! I really think your question is at the heart of many faggots, so there’s no doubt it will help many people!
First of all – yikes! You were just 13 years old when you started reading my material! I’m keenly aware of the young people traipsing through my websites. I’m grateful that most of them limit their contact with me until they’re of legal age. Contrary to what some dumbfucks in the scene think, I’m not sexually attracted to children and I’m not trying to “corrupt” children. I simply report the truth.
That said, I know the kids are coming here and there’s nothing I can do to stop them (short of shutting down or putting a paywall around it). So I take my responsibility to teach young people the truth about hierarchy VERY SERIOUSLY and with some amount of gratitude. I’m very grateful to be meeting you finally after all of these years, little brother!
Now, let’s talk about your issue.
I’m pretty impressed by the number of experiences you’ve packed into your life before age 18. You’ve really been doing a good job exploring both your romantic side and your faggot side, and it’s clear you’ve done a lot of serious thinking about it.
I want you to understand that it is entirely possible to be in a good, affectionate, committed relationship with a Master that owns you as a faggot. I’ve been in them, I’ve covered them here, and I follow them on social media. They do exist.
I wouldn’t put a lot of pressure on yourself to find a Master/boyfriend right now. You’re very young, and you have plenty of time to explore. It might be a good time to really try to serve strictly as a faggot for a time period so that you can experience that side of yourself. After all, it’s not going away. The relationship is the easy part of this issue … being a good faggot requires discipline and training and focus. Now might be a good time to experiment with chastity and dildo play. Get in touch with your needs as a faggot, so that you’ll be ready when that right Master shows up to take ownership of you and love you.
I know what I’m saying sounds basic, but really there isn’t much to this. You have a long life ahead, and so many opportunities right in front of you. Be patient, be hopeful, and be wise. You’ll be just fine, I’m sure of it!
Thank you again for introducing yourself and for the lovely things you wrote, little brother!
i’m a beta or as you call it, a fag. No doubt about it. A Man mainly uses me for His chores, as sort of a domestic slave. He also makes me pay to do His chores. He also demands me to pay more if i do not do a good enough job at cleaning His place, which tends to be difficult, cause He always finds something and this is draining me financially. Another thing is He once kicked me in the balls and found that so funny, he does so regularly and sometimes even has me hurt my own balls for Him to laugh about. i do worry about this, like, it might hurt them? i also do not particularly like the pain myself, but He seems to love it and i once told him it was not a hard limit. He loves it ever since. But the pain is a lot sometimes. What should i do?
Thanks for your question!
I honestly cannot stand Men like this guy you’re submitting to. They think violence, deception, cruelty, and hate equal dominance or Alphahood. He’s a prototypical Destroyer Alpha.
I’ve already made my position quite clear: Men like him don’t deserve worship or service. Antisocial misbehavior like his shouldn’t be rewarded with obedience and devoted service. He deserves to be treated like the pig he is.
You seem like a good faggot. I think you should value yourself and your service more and offer them to better, more deserving Alphas.
I know you’ve briefly mentioned in some of your podcasts and elsewhere about your experience in prison, but I’ve always been curious to hear more depth to what your lived experience was like inside, especially being a faggot. I haven’t been able to find anything else where you talk about it. If you don’t mind me asking, could I ask how things were for you during that season of your life and how being a faggot either advantaged or potentially disadvantaged you? The following are some questions that usually pop into my head:
1) Did you have to stop wearing a chastity cage? If so, was that hard for you? 2) Did you jerk off at all? 3) Did you service many alpha men while inside? In what ways? 4) Was it common for you to give blowjobs to other guys or let other men breed you for their own release?
5) In your experience, are most men in prison sexually fluid? Straight? Gay? Bi-curious?
6) How did you let other men know you were a sub fag?
I hope you don’t mind me asking those questions. I’ve always wanted to ask them ever since I found out about your time in prison. I would absolutely love to listen to a future podcast about you talking about your experiences. I’d find that fascinating.
Thank you, Sam the fag!
Hi, brother! Thanks for the question!
It’s funny that you mention this, because I’ve been meaning to flesh out more of my thoughts and experiences from prison/jail. I really just spoke about the experience in large brushstrokes on the podcast, and there’s really so much to say (some of it difficult) that it’s hard to really want to try. But maybe your questions could be a springboard to that.
1. Yes, I had to come out of my chastity cage before reporting to prison. I thought I’d be happy about that, but I was, in fact, quite depressed about it. I felt completely uncomfortable without it on. When I was finally released, one of the first things I did was hurry and find my cage and put it back on!
2. I did not jerk off at all.
3. I didn’t service many, just two (as I said in the podcast). I guess I could’ve tried to service more, but I was quite terrified for the longest time because guys move differently in those situations and can be quite dangerous. I was less concerned about getting dick than surviving. But regardless, dick found me and I ended up sucking off two straight Alphas a couple of times.
4. It wasn’t common for anybody in that situation and in minimum security (“prison camp”). Oddly enough, it’s much easier to get regular dick in higher security prisons.
5. They’re almost always straight or straight-presenting. Anyone who wasn’t was a faggot, and there were few of them other than me. My saving grace is my personality and my ability to ingratiate myself wherever I am.
6. I’m an incorrigible and relentless flirt, always making suggestive comments to “test the waters”. But everybody pretty much knew from the jump that I was a faggot. One of the black Alphas in my “cube” starting calling me a faggot within the first 24 hours I was there (we ended up on fine terms, though).
I hope I answered your questions well enough! This was kind of fun!
Classic, perfect form for this reverent cocksucker, the exact kind of worship a God Alpha like @TheRealKingCock deserves! Deliberately long, slow strokes accentuate the length and girth of his meat, which excites him even more for penetration!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Much like the previous version of this site (FagsWorshipAlphas), there are God Alphas always hovering over HierarchyUniversity.com. They watch carefully, studying what I say here and thoughtfully consider the comments and experiences left here by others. When necessary, they make their opinions known to me if they think I need adjustment or encouragement. It’s a presence I’ve always felt and appreciated, even if it caused me some level of anxiety. As a faggot, I desperately want to please these greatest Men and make them proud.
One of my favorite God Alpha mentors is the glorious Asian Alpha Master Toople. He always has an opinion about Hierarchy given the fact that he’s been a leader and breeder in it for so many years now. He and I have had many productive and enlightening conversations about aspects of hierarchy and the ownership of faggots since my return last year, and I consider him to be one of my most cherished and vital voices.
He read THIS POST about the experience of a faggot named Tyler and two very different Alphas, and it definitely triggered him to write about it. Here’s what Master Toople had to say:
I saw your post about Steve and Tyler and wanted to comment. Adam is no Alpha. Or if he is, he is a pre-alpha, with much to learn. As much as I enjoy the service of my fags and sluts, and revel in the physically and aggressively overpowering them into limp ragdolls, they are never worthless to me.
My sluts and fags have placed their trust in me to control, own, and master them. That is not just merely my right, but also my responsibility. As much as I have the alpha need to dominate and demand worship, there is also the masculine drive to protect what is mine. To ensure that there is no doubt or regret in their body or mind that they are MINE to be used. Each brutal takedown. Each powerful rutting. Each ruthless breeding. I know my own monstrous strength and libido, and how brutishly demanding it is on my fags to take my colossal cock and aggressive physical pounding of their bodies and holes. I take pride in overwhelming them, and rewarding their service with satisfying my alpha ardor inside of them.
I was born to rule. To be worshipped. To subjugate and own through my intensity and power. But with that power comes responsibilities. Cunting out my fags means I have accepted their service, and with that, guiding them to my aspect of god alphahood.
That’s what I wanted to say. These are things I didn’t think needed to be put into words. It is as natural to me as breathing, as natural as my cock belongs inside a warm snug hole, as natural as depositing my seed in inferior fags. Natural born alphas and those of us who sit at the top instinctively understand it.
I love the fact that Master Toople appreciates the responsibility Alphas (particularly God Alphas) have for their faggots. Whether the Alpha is gay or straight is immaterial. Any Alpha who owns and uses faggots has a responsibility to train, guide, discipline, and comfort them.
It’s easy for an irresponsible Man to use an inferior and toss it away. But it takes something more for a Man to consider the needs of the weak inferiors they’re using, to make them better, to comfort them if they’re hurt through use, to make them feel like valued property.
Master Toople is a foremost user of faggots. He fucks and breeds faggots the way hurricanes crush cities, and nobody would ever dispute that he has the right to do so given his God Alpha status.
But he personally places responsibility upon himself to care for his faggots, to train them and comfort them. He recognizes that he is strong where they are weak, and like any superhero would do, he steps in to right wrongs and lift up the broken.
I really wish more Alphas understood this concept as well as Master Toople does! Taking responsibility as the leader and owner of faggots (or females) should always be the most important aspect of being both an Alpha and a Man!
Long-time follower of your pages—thank you for creating this space, and congratulations on 30 years serving alphas! I’m reaching out because I’m looking for a little guidance or advice.
A bit about me: I’m a 41-year-old Puerto Rican alpha, born and raised in Brooklyn. I’m a stocky, beefy “bear” kind of guy—hairy, strong, and very much comfortable in my alpha skin. I’m shaved-head bald with a goatee/beard and work as flight crew, so I’m on the move but always up for connecting. Over the years I’ve had a few long-term relationships with guys who were always the bottom, but I’ve never really experienced a true alpha/sub dynamic.
Lately I’ve been struggling with finding a submissive partner who’s serious about that power-exchange relationship. Online and on apps I get plenty of attention, but it never seems to develop into the deeper D/s connection I’m seeking. Sometimes I catch myself wondering if my size or hairiness turns subs off—but I know plenty of fags and subs are into exactly that. Still, I could use some tips on how to put myself out there more effectively, how to spot the right energy, and how to make it clear I’m looking for more than just hookups.
Any thoughts on where to meet dedicated subs, how to refine my profile or approach, or simply how to keep the faith would mean a lot. Thanks in advance for any wisdom you can share.
LatinoAlphaBear
Sir, thank you so very much for reaching out to me! This is an important topic!
It always breaks my heart to hear such things from true Alphas like you who simply want what they know they deserve, but struggle to find the right faggot to provide it!
Sadly, there is something of a bias among uneducated/untrained faggots who watch too much porn and don’t truly appreciate the Alpha/fag dynamic at the heart of hierarchy. These ones do not take their natural purpose seriously and really need to be broken much the way a Man breaks a wild horse.
To that end, you (as Alpha) need to be much more direct and controlling over these faggots. Sometimes Alphas think they should try to appeal to a faggot’s emotions to get them to submit, when in reality faggots need to be commanded (at least at first). Utilizing scent training, foot worship, or even denial will make a faggot crazy for service.
I’m assuming that you’re not having trouble finding faggots, Sir, but if you are struggling to find faggots in your everyday life, apps like Grindr or TheBlowers.com can be excellent hunting tools as long as you’re quite specific about what you’re looking for. Don’t be shy about it, Sir. Say you’re looking for a faggot to serve you. True faggots will respond to this like moth to flame!
I truly hope you find a faggot or two to serve you as you deserve, Sir! I can hear the desire in your words.
And to my faggot brothers: SUBMIT TO GREAT MEN LIKE HIM!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of an Alpha named Moby who has slowly ascended to become the Master of Johnny, his submissive boyfriend of two years. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
As someone who has been teaching Hierarchy online day and night for most of ten years, I’ve been frustrated by the persistent emphasis on the fetishistic and the aggressiveness of the movement. Yes, I know it’s hot … but so much more is possible. I know, because I’ve been fortunate to experience those deeper levels, and I’ve always endeavored to feature true stories that go beyond the surface hierarchical power dynamics.
My brother Johnny has been in a relationship with his boyfriend Moby for two years, and over that time Moby has become more dominant while Johnny has likewise developed submissively. Master Moby has been methodical in his claiming of Johnny, leading him step by step down the inevitable path to his final purpose as Master Moby’s prized and beloved faggot.
I know little about the full extent of this process, but what I’ve seen has been glorious.
Here’s Johnny’s beautiful new update:
Hi Sam,
It’s been a few weeks since I last wrote, and so much has changed—in the best, kinkiest ways possible. I really appreciate your response and feedback. You encouraged me to accept Moby’s offer and explore things further.
Moby and I have been diving deeper into our dynamic. He’s taken a more guiding hand in shaping how I see myself and my body—and honestly? I’ve never felt more seen. Now all of my focus is on His cock. Although I’m still as horny as I ever was before (if not more so), I think I’m slowly finding other outlets to express my pent-up horniness. One of the newest things He introduced was laser hair removal. He thought it would help me feel even more like the soft, submissive boy I’m becoming for Him. So, with my full excitement (and nerves), we started the process. Legs, stomach, butt, pubes—everything below the eyebrows and above the neck—it’s all smooth now. After the third session, I caught myself admiring the mirror. I looked… owned. And I loved it. There’s no hair left. It almost makes me look prepubescent now.
The chastity cage has become a constant now. We’ve made it a little ritual: every couple of days when we shower together, Moby unlocks me, takes His time washing me with these slow, deliberate strokes, calling my locked-up penis my “nub”—a word that’s strangely grown on me. At first, it made me blush with embarrassment. But now, when He looks me in the eyes and says, “My sweet little nub doesn’t need attention,” I melt. It’s not degrading—it’s affirming. He knows how I want to be seen even when I don’t.
I’ve even started using numbing cream sometimes before locking back up—at Moby’s suggestion. It takes the edge off the ache, dulls the need a little. Makes me forget my dick entirely. And when I forget it, all I think about is Him. His pleasure. His body. His control. The few times when Moby unlocks me for a cleaning now, it almost feels uncomfortable. My…nub…has started to feel so sensitive, especially when the streams of water hit it from the shower head. I almost start begging Moby to put the cage back on right away so that things feel “normal” again.
There was one morning, after showering together, that Moby decided to leave the cage off to 1) let my nub breathe a bit, and 2) He had ordered a new, smaller cage which was going to arrive later that evening. He noticed a few days prior that I wasn’t completely filling in my previous cage which would cause my nub to grow semi-hard and cause me pain. He decided a smaller chastity cage would do me better. I remember feeling SO uncomfortable that entire day until the new cage arrived. It was extremely overstimulating feeling my dick rub against the inside of my briefs underwear—something I haven’t felt in a long time. I took a sigh of relief when Moby finally slipped the new cage on. I was at home again,
Moby also surprised me with something wild—a make-a-willy replica of Himself. An exact silicone version of His dick, down to every curve and vein. He handed it to me with a smirk and said, “Now you have something of Me to keep you company when I’m busy and gone.” It’s become my new favorite thing. When I’m desperate and horny, I’ll lie down on the bed, put my legs up, lube up my hole, and slide it in—imagining Him on top of me, whispering all the filthy things He’d say. And yeah… sometimes I get so wound up, my body will tremble and leak a bit, like it’s trying to cum without permission. It’s never quite satisfying, but that edge? That ache? It keeps me hungry for Him.
We’ve grown more comfortable leaning into the fantasy—roles, rituals, expectations. Moby has encouraged me to sit down when I pee now. That’s the only way I’m allowed to pee at home and out in public. It felt strange at first, but now it feels right. Intimate, even. He’ll sometimes come into the bathroom while I’m sitting there, kiss my neck, or murmur something teasing in my ear. And sometimes—this part is so hot—he’ll stand right in front of me, unzip, pull out His plump, flaccid cock and pee into the toilet between my spread legs. Never on me, never without my consent. Just a quiet display of dominance, this unspoken moment where I sit and submit while He stands and releases, and I look up at Him and feel… so perfectly beneath Him in the best way as I listen to his pee hit the pool of water in the bowl—something I can no longer do.
I have to confess something that happened one of the last times that Moby did that. After He was done pissing, and before He put His cock away, Moby stood there for a bit with His penis dangling in front of my mouth. Almost teasing me. There was a drop of urine still hanging onto the tip of His dick. It made me feel…some sort of way. Moby must have noticed me staring because He looked me in the eye, nodded His head as if to say, “It’s alright, go ahead,” and I leaned forward and gently wrapped my mouth around the glands of His penis and sucked that last drop of pee off. I felt a tingle go down my spine. It tasted slightly salty but surprisingly better than I had imagined. He zipped up, gave me a smirk, a pat on the head and walked off.
That whole day He didn’t fuck me, and it drove me crazy. That night when I sat down to pee again, Moby walked into the bathroom and just looked at me and my locked nub. It was a kind of look that I hadn’t seen on His face before. I felt exposed. It made my stomach churn in the best way possible. He got closer, slowly began unbuckling His pants—still staring at me. He slid His pants down to His feet, then His boxers, and His cock flopped out. His dick was soft but looking somewhat plump. He bent down to my ear and whispered, “I chugged a ton of water and have been needing to piss so bad for the past 3 hours, baby. Do you wanna be my good boy and be my urinal?” I froze for a second not knowing how to respond. He had never asked that before. I filled with confusion and excitement. All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.”
He gently put His hand on the back of my head and pulled me in. He first slid the tip of His cock into my mouth and then slowly began filling my throat with the rest of His shaft. He held my head firm against His pubes. Once He was all the way in, I felt Him twitch inside me as He said, “Get ready, baby.” I felt a warm stream of liquid hit the back of my throat. It started slow at first and then got stronger. It was so warm. My instincts kicked in and I just began swallowing. I didn’t taste much because He was so far in. I felt His dick twitch some more in my mouth as His steady stream of piss turned into a slow trickle before dying off completely. He slowly pulled out of my mouth and kissed me as He said, “Now that’s my good boy.” I melted. Now I was really horny. Moby could tell.
Without either one of us saying a word, I opened my mouth again and Moby slid inside me. I felt His cock grow bigger and harder in my mouth. Soon He got hard all the way and filled up the back of my throat. He gripped the back of my head and started sliding in and out all the way. I let Moby face fuck me until He got close to cumming. Once He got close, He shoved my head all the way onto His cock and started deep thrusting. I couldn’t breathe as his pubes tickled my nose. I felt His penis tense up right before it began to pulse violently. He let out a deep moan. Thick, warm ropes of semen hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it all.
The other night, something happened that still lingers in my mind—in the warmest, most blissed-out way.
After Moby finished fucking me…again, like He does every night—deep, steady thrusts that left me panting and full—we curled up on the couch to watch some TV. I was still stretched open and aching in the best way, feeling the warmth of Him inside me even as we settled in to cuddle. His load still inside me. He must’ve still felt it. That pulse of hunger. Because out of nowhere, He leaned in, nuzzled behind my ear, and slid His hand under the waistband of my shorts.
Without a word, He tugged them down. Then my underwear. I just lifted my hips, like it was instinct. He ran a single finger over my hole—slow, circling, teasing. I shivered. My body still felt raw, sensitive, but open. Inviting.
He slid His finger in slowly. Then another. And another. His movements were deep, purposeful, and unhurried—like He knew exactly where to press. And when He found my sweet spot—God, Sam—he stayed there. My nub was untouched, but I felt everything radiate from the inside out. My legs shook. My breath hitched. And I came. Hard. Just from His fingers.
But He wasn’t done.
I barely had time to catch my breath before He pulled me onto my knees, bent me over the couch cushions, and lined Himself up behind me. The way He slid inside—deep, slow, claiming—it made me whimper. I was already wrecked, but I needed more. He gave it to me. He took His time, then picked up pace—long, firm strokes that filled me completely. I pushed back into Him, desperate, matching His rhythm. Every thrust sent little shockwaves through me. I lost track of time, lost track of everything except the sound of Him groaning behind me and the feeling of Him gripping my waist like I was His to take. And I am.
He finished again—harder this time, with a low growl and a body-shaking shudder. I felt His penis pulse as He dumped a second load of cum inside me.
We collapsed together, tangled and spent, the TV still playing in the background. He held me against His chest, His arms wrapped around me like He never wanted to let go. And I fell asleep like that, still full of Him. Still warm. Still glowing.
I think I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. And more mine—in the way that means belonging to someone who sees all of you and loves what they see.
More soon,
Johnny
Can you see how Master Moby is slowly, almost seductively leading Johnny to embrace his place and purpose more and more every day. Some of the things mentioned here are small (like Master Moby giving Johnny permission to lick off the droplet of piss from his dick), but then they turn into major acts of dominance and submission that deepen their bonds as Master and faggot.
I love the way Master Moby cherishes his faggot enough to unlock him and wash him, all the while diminishing Johnny’s status by calling it a “nub” and then locking it in a smaller cage. And Johnny’s description of being out of chastity is very familiar to me; I experienced that same feeling when I was imprisoned!
But one thing this experience should reinforce in Johnny’s heart is this: his Master loves and cherishes him. That final breeding, full of passion and warmth, is something an Alpha gives only to those who deeply please him!
I’m so happy for both of them for experiencing these deeper levels of hierarchy!
