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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sir, yes Sir. Thank you, Master.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gladly, Sir.”

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

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

“Any question, boy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Listen to how Fabien ended his latest update:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brother sam, are you a seer or something ? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A bit later I received this incredible update:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

Like I said in my previous post in this thread, Alpha behavior is largely predictable if you know what you’re looking at. Their needs are relatively simple and insatiable. Younger Alphas are almost entirely led by these basic needs. It’s much like watching cold/warm fronts and predicting the general movement of the weather. I’ve become a master meteorologist through personal experience, which has lead to my bewildering success rate.

But even I didn’t see what Master Anthony decided to do two days ago.

Out of the clear blue sky Master Anthony decided to have four of his Alpha brothers over to the apartment he shares with Fabien the faggot. In retrospect, this move seems obvious. The day before Master Anthony had broken Fabien and got Fabien to submit. So OF COURSE he would want to invite his Alpha Pack over to see his faggot in action!

And that’s exactly what happened:

Yesterday evening, as we saw it coming, he received four of his bros at home for a buddy night and I waited on them as a flunkey all the time. They were pretty comfortable following Anthony’s lead ordering me around and they addressed me as “boy!” or “servant!” or “bitch” while they were loudly chatting and laughing and playing together. I once again had to lick Anthony’s boots for all to see. And I also served as a footrest for Anthony and one of his pals.

I must admit sam, I was truly amazed to see these young hunks like a pack of wolves playing with their prey, with Anthony as their obvious leader.

I recently woke up today but they are still sleeping after staying up most of the night. I have been sent to sleep on the kitchen floor while two guests sleep in my bedroom and two on the sofabed in the living room. I think I’m going to prepare breakfast and serve it to Anthony in his bed and offer him a foot massage if he wakes up. Then I’ll serve them all breakfast (starting with those in my room, for I have a sense there is some hierarchy of sort between the four of them as well, reflected in where they’ve slept).

WOW!

This was a bold move by Master Anthony, especially given the fact that he is relatively new to living in Fabien’s place! But notice how the other Alphas around Master Anthony absolutely followed his lead and enjoyed using his faggot – clear Apex Alpha behavior! Master Anthony was teaching his straight Alpha brothers how to own and use faggots! Alpha mentorship at its fundamental level!

But also notice how much Fabien is learning about his new Master and the behaviors that drive him and his Alpha Pack! He’s a good student, and he’s picking up quickly! Fabien was absolutely right to identify the hierarchy among the four Alphas based on where Master Anthony placed them in the house! I love clever, genuine faggots like Fabien!

There’s more to this event, but I’m going to separate the second part from this one to isolate what happened next! Stay tuned!

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 will be an ongoing feature in which I try to point out examples of Alphahood and Alpha behavior as expressed in the arts, primarily movies.

The 1992 crime thriller Glengarry Glen Ross is a middle-of-the-road film about a bunch of mostly broken Men trying to salvage something of their lost lives.

But it opens with one of the most dynamic representations of Alpha/beta Hierarchy ever put to film. Alec Baldwin (in his only appearance in the film) plays a dynamic, successful corporate sales manager sent in to motivate the flagging sales team. The way he does it establishes himself firmly as the God Alpha among the other males. Kevin Spacey plays his beta-dom suck-up. Among the group, guys like Jack Lemmon are like beta cucks.

Only Ed Harris exhibits any potential Alpha qualities, initially fighting back against Baldwin’s bluster. However, Baldwin’s God Alpha character kicks Harris back into place.

Here is the scene:

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

I’ve said it countless times – Alphas should have their faggots (or females, if you can find a willing one) lick their asses. I’ve seen what it does to a Man when he’s rimmed. The startling intimacy and gentle, probing sensation of a tongue there feels surprisingly good, but it’s the wave of undeniable power he feels that is the real benefit. I’ve been ravaged more than once by Alphas after I’ve licked their ass, the adrenaline surging through their bodies like a conquering King.

Sadly, many Men do not take full advantage of a faggot’s natural position as a worshiper. I try to make converts, but I’ve only managed to convince a handful of Alphas to try it. But EVERY SINGLE ONE who took my advice came back to breathlessly tell me how incredibly powerful they felt! Look folks, I know of what I speak!

Master Lorenzo is the latest convert. We had a discussion recently about it, so he decided to try it with his faggot.

I followed your advice about using my faggot for other purposes. Everytime I used his holes I simply told him to get on his knees, suck my cock, then fuck his throat, fuck his pussy and breed it. Nothing different form, everyday the same script.

I admit that I didn’t like the idea of getting rimmed. The only time I tried to suck a dick I hated it so much that I thought that anything different from getting sucked and fuck would be bad. But I listened to you and decided to use Rick in other ways.Yesterday he arrived at my place happy and excited to be fucked. He undressed and got on his knees, as always. He was hungry for my cock and tried to start sucking me, but I resisted and told him to wait. I sat down on my couch wearing just my underwear and socks and ordered him to take care of my feet.

My feet size is 13 and Rick loves them but I’ve never explored this part of my power over him. I told him to kiss and lick my feet. He did for a long time and it was a great worship section. After five minutes of his mouth on my feet, my cock was too hard to wait but I took a deep breath and waited a bit more to use his holes.I told him to come up to my balls and worship them too. He kissed them, licked them, and thanked me for being such a good Master. But before sucking my cock and fucking his throat like a pussy I grabbed him by the hair and shoved his face in my armpit. He wasn’t expecting that but I pressed his face against my armpit and he didn’t fight against my will.

I just told him to enjoy that moment and the honor to sniff my armpits. I was already fully naked on the couch and he was leaking a lot of precum in his underwear, like the good faggot he is. Very obedient and sexy, Rick asked if he could suck my cock. The poor faggot was getting desperate, he had been hungry for my cock and balls for days.He had already licked and kissed my feet, legs, balls, stomach and armpits. There was only one last taboo to break in my mind and make my faggot worship my whole body. Before he understood what was going on, I made him kneel on the floor, stood up and instead of shoving my cock in his throat I turned back and shoved his fag mouth and nose in my ass.

Rick was so shocked that he didn’t even react. I always told him that I would never accept to be rimmed but things changed. After talking to you and my brother Alpha Bruno, I realized that an Alpha can be worshiped in his hole and it has nothing to do with being a bottom. It is simply power.

I said “now lick” and it was awesome to feel how he couldn’t barely breathe with my strong hand holding his head against my ass. At first it was weird to feel something in my hole but the pleasure of the moment wasn’t the feeling itself but the indescribable power that I had over my faggot.

He licked, kissed and felt it very well on his entire face. When I let him go, he was just a good boy on his knees looking up to be still trying to figure out what had happened. “Open this mouth now”, I said. I was so horny after all that worship that I needed to fuck and unload as soon as possible.

Rick showed me his cute mouth and soft lips and I fucked him stronger than ever. Tears were coming down from his eyes and I just said “make me proud” and he kept quiet, taking my cock all the way down. I let him breathe by kissing my balls and got back to his throat.

I literally used his head as a fleshlight. I shot a very thick load and he swallowed every drop. I noticed he needed some extra care because I had used his throat very brutally. So I hugged him, laid down on the couch and kissed his forehead. We both fell asleep and I woke him up 3 hours later by kissing his lips. I fucked his pussy in the bitch position and missionary. He took it like a pro and as a reward he got another nice big load.You were right, Sam. Faggots are born to serve superior Men like me and you fags should worship my whole body.

What an awesome experience! I’m so proud of Master Lorenzo for trying it!

I thought it was especially important for Master Lorenzo to do this with his faggot because he’s still training it to some degree, and this is an especially potent use of power. Faggots need to understand that everything about a Man is worthy of worship.

I must say that Master Lorenzo sounds especially excited by this new perspective on the depth and breadth of his Alphahood!

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

So I had phone sex with Master Lorenzo the other day.

Wait. Let me back up.

Master Lorenzo asked me if I would be willing to talk to him on the phone. He said he had some specific questions to ask me about faggots and his growing role as a God Alpha. Of course, it’s not every day that I get to chat with a burgeoning God, so I eagerly accepted the invitation.

The first thing that immediately struck me was the luscious, sultry sound of Master Lorenzo’s voice. He’s a young Brazilian Alpha, so his voice has that rich Spanish inflection to it while retaining the deeper, darker textures of his native tongue. I must tell you, there’s no female or faggot alive who can resist Master Lorenzo’s voice.

As we continued to talk, I naturally became increasingly complimentary of him and the way he’s exerted his power so far in his journey. I couldn’t help it. Talking to such a sexy Alpha on the phone make my fag pussy open like a flower, and I was flushed with submission.

Then Master Lorenzo, sensing my yielding to him, said the magic words: “I’m hard, and I want you to make me cum.”

Such directness, spoken in that accent, made my caged clit start leaking. “Yes, Master,” was all I could whisper in return.

It’s been a little while since I’ve bothered with phone sex, but I quickly kicked off the rust and began audibly servicing my Master. We talked about ways I would worship his body, finally culminating in a conversation about breeding that led to Master Lorenzo cumming.

And what a glorious load it was! His moans were loud, deep, and sustained. He shot for a good minute, grunting through the final spurts. Then, out of breath, he panted those words we love to hear: “good boy.”

Master Lorenzo is one of the new generation of Alphas being trained here at FWA, and I must tell you that he is one of the hottest! It was my pleasure to be used by Master Lorenzo this way, and I hope I can continue to please him along with the many other faggots he’s destined to own!

Thank you, Master Lorenzo!

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

Master Lorenzo was born a King. All true Alphas are born Kings.

The real hurdle – maybe the first hurdle – that separates the everyday Alpha from the truly powerful is overcoming the understanding and acceptance of Kingship. Everyday Alphas exert their powers in limited and unfocused ways, always holding something back. But the true Apex and God Alphas realize that their power is much greater, bordering on infinite, and that they can focus that power to control everything and force people into serving their wishes. They’ve embraced the Kinghood aspects of their natural Alpha powers.

Once that happens, anything is possible for them.

Master Lorenzo was recently kicked out of his house by his homophobic, right-wing family. That would be a devastating and terrifying situation for most males, but for a natural Apex Alpha like Master Lorenzo it was simply a call to action toward his goal of embracing Kingship within himself.

Master Lorenzo just received his first taste of that during one of his first nights in his new apartment with his owned faggot.

My brother Bruno always refer to us Alphas as Kings. Yesterday I understood what he means. My fag Rick was doing the dishes after lunch and I was on the couch watching tv. I was horny and it was taking too long to wash some plates and forks, so I went to the kitchen. 

It was there organizing the dishes in my new kitchen, cleaning the sink. It was wearing sweatpants without an underwear and its ass looked amazing. Without saying anything, I put my hand inside its pants and grabbed its smooth ass. “Enough cleaning”, I said.

I took it by the arm and made it kneel in front of the couch in the living room. I pulled my cock out and Rick started sucking it just like it needed my cum to survive. “Kiss my balls”, I said. And it obeyed like a perfect faggot.

After 30 minutes of a great blowjob, I said “5 minutes to clean and go to my bed”. Rick immediately went to the bathroom and made sure it was clean for my cock. In 5 minutes I was lubing his pussy and pounding my property. 

I cunted my bitch and made it clean my cock, something it had never done. And now I see what a King is. It took me one sentence to make a sexy hot boy surrender all its holes to me.

Such effortless power!

This is heady stuff for a young Alpha to absorb, but Master Lorenzo is eager and determined to experience it all. He knows Kings don’t wait to conquer and claim what is rightfully theirs.

It’s clear that being kicked out and being forced by circumstance to get his own place has really dislodged any obstacles Master Lorenzo had standing in his way of embracing his Kingship. He understands now more than ever the power he really has within, and now he’s building a new Kingdom around himself with his first owned faggot!

Young Kings like Master Lorenzo cannot be stopped from ascending by petty tyrants and pretenders. He carelessly brushes them aside like cobwebs. Life is like a piñata for Kings like Master Lorenzo, and he smashes it to pieces in order to have its treasures rain down upon him!

This is the moment that separates Men from boys. Princes from Kings.

Master Lorenzo is now a King!

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

Did you know: 1.6 million young people in the United States find themselves homeless every year, and 40% of those identify as LGBTQ. Of that 640,000 LGBTQ homeless youths, 43% of them were forced out of their homes by their parents who reject their sexuality.

Those are disgusting figures It’s absolutely horrifying to imagine a parent having that lack of love and appreciation for the welfare of a child. Such a betrayal of that most natural of bonds, the one between a parent and a child, based solely on prejudice and/or religious bigotry. It unconscionable.

And even Apex Alphas are not immune to such cruelty.

Master Lorenzo discovered this awful reality a few days ago, and my heart has been broken for him ever since.

Something terrible happened. I was fucking Rick in my bedroom on Monday and we were alone at home. It was one more amazing fuck, it sucked my balls and cock like a pro and took it all the way down on his back. I was about to cunt my bitch again when I heard steps on the hall. 

My father arrived home earlier and it was impossible to pretend we weren’t fucking. My faggot was very loud. When I opened the door, he was outside, ready to punch us both in the face. I told Rick to go back home. I would never let my fag get hurt. My father called me “faggot” and all other homophobic names you can imagine. We started a terrible fight and, if it weren’t for my mom who begged us to stop, one would have killed the other. We’re both strong and tall, so we could cause actual harm to each other.
My parents have always been very conservative, religious and homophobic. But I am not effeminate at all so I had never had any problems before. All of my friends know I have been fucking bottoms for 5 years now but my parents had no idea about it. I’m not a coward and I learned from my Alpha brothers that we should take care of our property. So I went right to Rick’s house to check if he was okay. He cried a lot but I told him everything is gonna be alright.

Well, I don’t have a house to live in anymore since my father expelled me as soon as I said “I am gay” in his face. But he’s not going to destroy me. He’s just a stupid Bolsonaro supporter (Brazilian version of Trump). Thankfully, I work a lot and have been saving money since I’m 15, so I could handle this shit. I asked a friend to sleep at his place for a couple of days while I find an apartment to rent. On Monday, I admit I was feeling miserable, but I’m much better now.

I’m going to be okay and will keep Rick under my wing because he needs someone to take care of him. But I wanted to tell you that because this is what Pride Month will always mean for me from now on: I AM FUCKING PROUD. I AM GAY, I AM AN APEX ALPHA, AND I AM PROUD. I dare many of these straight men out there that claim to be an Alpha to get expelled from home at the age of 19 and stand for their faggots.

I was so distressed to hear this news! My dear Master Lorenzo has just started his journey into faggot ownership, and suddenly he finds himself thrown out of the house simply for fulfilling himself. What an unforgivable betrayal by Master Lorenzo’s father!

Here’s the sadly hilarious part: the father calls Master Lorenzo a “faggot” when in reality he’s an Apex Alpha with far more power than his father will ever know!

Fortunately, Master Lorenzo’s defiant positivity proved to be prescient. Two days later I received a joyous update from my young King!

I won’t lie to you. On Monday, I was really bad, feeling miserable and hopeless. I felt everything was falling apart around me. But on Tuesday morning I woke up early, went to my bank to see the money I had saved and started to solve all these issues. I go to school in a public university so I don’t need to pay tuition or any fee. I will keep focused until I graduate to get a better job. I already found an apartment and tomorrow morning I will move in. It has been a crazy few days but I feel much better now. I just want to let you know that I have found a nice place and moved in. While I send you this message, Rick is taking a shower and he’ll cook something for me. It was quite traumatic what happened but I think it was the best thing that could’ve happened to me. Now I have my place and no need to tell my fag to be quiet. I want to tell you not to worry because I’m fine and feeling great actually. I felt like a teenager living under my parents’ roof and not being who I am, now I feel like a Man, a big strong powerful Man with a loyal faggot ready to serve.

I’m happy, excited and thankful.

Of course, there is no way speed bumps like this will ever stop an Alpha freight train like Master Lorenzo! Apex Alphas always conquer their surroundings, and nature blesses them with strength and good fortune!

Master Lorenzo would probably like to own cash faggots now that he’s on his own, so if that’s you then this is your chance to shine! Master Lorenzo is an incredible presence, and he exerts complete control and care for all of the faggots in his stable! You will be safe with him! You can write to me if you’re interested in serving!

Thank you, Master Lorenzo, for continuing to provide an incredible example of Hierarchy in action!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

One of the most impressive Alphas featured here during the landmark 2021 calendar year was a young Apex Alpha named King Phillip. In college when we first met him, he and his Dom partner owned faggots and regularly feasted on feral faggots like werewolves.

Then, just like a summer storm, he was suddenly gone. This rarely fazes me, given that it’s in the nature of Alphas to come and go on a whim. Still, I missed him.

So imagine my joy when he appeared again this week! Now our of college and working a professional job, King Phillip is still learning new lessons about his Alphahood in Hierarchy University.

His lesson now: Alphahood cannot be denied or repressed. What is true about a Man will always surface at some point.

Read King Phillip’s account:

For a very long time, I had been keeping my dominant impulses from showing too much in everyday life.  I owned fags and was getting regular service, but I would go to work with one face on and put on another when I was alone with a cocksucker.  It was almost like I was an addict, getting my fix each night but becoming somebody else, slightly, when I went to work the next morning.  I was very careful not to let it slip to my coworkers and friends that I had a natural talent and primal craving to dominate my sex partners.  When I finished college in 2021, I got a new job and fell out of the Dom scene for a while.  That dominating urge that I had been experiencing slowly got sublimated into my work after a long time of trying to suppress it.  It broke through anyway, whether I tried to keep it hidden or not.  I noticed people were seeing me differently.  My boss, who didn’t appreciate my contributions before, showed me more respect, gave me more responsibility, and started valuing my opinions.  A couple of twinks I work with started taking more and more direction from me in friendlier and friendlier ways (I have an inviolable rule of not sleeping with coworkers, FYI).  I had a long string of victories that gave me a reputation for success.  I started to accumulate a gravity that didn’t exist before, as if huge orbits were forming around me like I was a black hole, my ego swallowing stars and planets.  That ‘gravity’ feels fucking unbelievable.  It’s started finding its way into other areas of my life, too.  My partner, who has never really been submissive to me, spontaneously started kissing my feet one night and now begs me for my cock practically every day.  I’ve even started punishing his balls when he steps out of line.  In short, I’m back. 

But I told you I would share some stories.  I have one that you might like and that I want to tell.  Before all this happened, I was about a 90 minute drive away lived a fag that wanted me to own him for a very long time.  We both lived very busy lives and ownership never worked out because of that, but this little cocksucker was so fucking submissive and perfect for servitude I knew I had to use it at some point.  Anyway, in the weeks leading up to my move away from the city, I decided it was time to pay this faggot, let’s call it Ricky, a visit.  I told him to clear his Friday evening and drove down to him.  My dick made a tent in my pants the whole way, I was dealing with a lot of stress at the time and was ready to completely unload.  He owned his own home, which meant I could be as loud as I wanted.  When I got there, he opened the door and I spit right in his face.  He went to his knees like a good boy and I made him give me a tour of his house like that, crawling from room to room, addressing me as Master.  I made a slave of him in his own home; he served me wine and weed, he rubbed my shoulders, and he kissed my feet.  He was perfectly obedient, sitting there whimpering while I slapped his face for fun.  He is one of those faggots that loves being reminded of how inferior he is.  I brought a DVD of Caligula (1979) over and made him watch it with me, his head under my foot as I spread out on the couch and relaxed.  Finally, the main event came.  I stripped naked, threw him on the bed, and cunted him until I was exhausted. 

I love how King Phillip describes the impossibility of hiding his Alphahood. He took note of the various ways people paid respect to his Alpha status despite the fact he was trying to suppress it.

Why would a Man of such power and charisma ever want to deny it or pull away from it? It would be like Superman surrendering his power in order to live as Clark Kent.

Fortunately, the universe refused to let King Phillip off the hook. You see, everything in the universe is balanced and purposeful. The world needs smart, driven Alphas like King Phillip so that weaker, inferior people can find safety and direction. To deny that kind of power is to attack the very foundations of our world.

I also love how King Phillip recharged his Alpha batteries, so to speak, by owning and using that faggot! An Alpha’s hunting instinct is primal, genetic superiority underlined by an unquenchable hunger. There’s no “off” switch on it.

The idea that King Phillip could ever disguise, ignore, or deny his true nature is made even more futile when you consider this encounter. The faggot was adoringly playful, but things got real serious the moment King Phillip mounted it and shoved his big Alpha cock into it. As he shot jet after jet of hot seed into his new claimed property, there was no way for King Phillip to reject the purpose of his existence.

He was born a King, now and always!

I’m so profoundly happy that King Phillip has reclaimed and embraced his throne! May he rule forever!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

It was an auspicious introduction.

Hey fag, you there? Alpha here with a point to make.

A lot of the time when you say ‘hierarchy’ you really mean ‘imperium’. Not all the time, but sometimes. And I think the distinction is a good one to make. Hierarchy is about superiority. One better than the other. Imperium is about control, about domination.

Imperium comes from ancient Rome, it describes the field over which one exercises authority. It is the expansionist philosophy of the rulers of the world.

WOW! What an opening statement! I’ve said it a billion times – intelligent, thoughtful Alphas win over body AND mind! I had to know more.

What I discovered is a burgeoning gay Apex Alpha named Phillip. He has been called “King” by his owned faggots in the past, hence his name here.

Then he began telling me about his overall life thus far in owning and using faggots:

Dominating other guys has been a recurring theme in my life for a long time; since high school.

About seven years ago, though, it hit a fever pitch and I started to discover a whole new side of myself. I’ve been playing the Alpha/fag game off and on since but I haven’t ever fully owned a faggot. I’ve gotten close several times but my life is busy and owning one of you takes time. I haven’t been able to explore more until now. So I mostly stuck to subs, not slaves or faggots, for this reason.

Another reason is that I have been almost exclusively interested in sexual service so far. Domestic service isn’t something I’ve ever received and only recently realized I can get if I want it. Also FinDom isn’t something I’ve done but several subs I’ve had have told me I would make a great Cash Master. So that’s where I’m at right now: about to set out on a fag hunt after a long hibernation.

Although in that opening King Phillip makes it sound like he isn’t really a Master of faggots, he immediately contradicted that with much of what he’s done already:

I bloomed a little late, I think I was 21, but I honed my skills quickly.

I’ve been mulling over a proposition, lately. Another Alpha offered to let me train one of his fags, and I’m considering it. I’ve talked to him for a few years, and he and I have used the same faggot before – never together. The only reason I would turn down the offer is I sense he’s less than trustworthy.

But his faggot is cute. And very broken in that erotic way faggots are. The Alpha, his name is Tom, called me a few times and had me speak to this faggot, who was bound and servicing him for the night. I’m good at working my way into a faggot’s mind, the control that creates is what gets me off.

He says he calls me up like that because he wants the faggot worked up, but I always got the sense he couldn’t do what I did himself. The last faggot this guy and I shared chose me over him, though. It soured our friendship, he got a little competitive. It did make me feel great though, one of his faggots leaving his service because of me and giving me his collar.

During our discussion of King Phillip preparing to take ownership of a new faggot, he asked me if I had any advice for him. It was then that I used the term “firm benevolence” for the first time to describe what I believe to be the critical-yet-harmonious poles of faggot ownership.

Strict benevolence may win out, though haha.

And thus, once again, Alpha wisdom and insight improves a faggot! The new concept became “strict benevolence” for good! (Thank you, Master!)

As far as power is concerned, King Phillip is not lacking. Here was a recent example he shared:

The fag that had submitted itself to me last night and promised to make his holes available for ownership fucking bailed. No contact whatsoever. It was poor behavior.

I went on Grindr, found a bottom, had him over to my new apartment, and decided that this was my faggot. I fucked his face for a good long while (he didn’t advertise as kinky but when you see it, you know it) and wrecked his hole for about 40 mins on my bed.

Afterwards, I asked him about his life and gave him advice, we talked for a long while and he kept staring in my face in that submissive way, with big open eyes that are eager to receive things; orders, cock. He is one of those that has the desire to serve but doesn’t have a master. That connection couldn’t be made without showing him that I can see through that. And that happens with advice and wisdom. And with making him aware that I know he wants to submit.

Startling, unlimited power! What I love is King Phillip’s attention to aftercare. Like a good salesman, aftercare is the “cool down” phase of the sales process where you reassure the customer/faggot that they made the right decision.

In the case of faggots, aftercare only deepens King Phillip’s hold on its soul.

I also love King Phillip’s appreciation of the fact that worship is the key element, and every faggot can be useful.

The last time I was exploring my Dom side, I had two cocksuckers, who I didn’t own, but who were definitely under my control. One was a tall thin business major (college town) I used to facefuck in his apartment in between home and work. He called me King and used to rub my feet after sucking me off, my cum in his hair. I saw him in public a few times and he would bow his head to me slightly, blushing and looking downwards. He was forbidden to be higher than my cock when we were alone. I guess that lesson transferred.

The other one wasn’t as pretty, so he serviced me with the lights out. He was the one I’ve probably cunted most. I would order him to be ready, come to his apartment, and rape his mouth and cunt open over and over until my balls were empty. He whimpered loud and loved it when I sneered at him. And my favorite part was leaving, after I delivered some aftercare, because he was always so worshipful. He wanted it badly, and even when I wore him out totally he was sort of sad to see me go. He valued the strict ruthless power I had over him.

King Phillip has a large cock over seven inches, and decorated by two of the most beautiful balls I’ve ever seen. And with this equipment and his power, he has successfully cunted multiple faggots. I thought he had some interesting thoughts on that:

It’s like putting a collar on a faggot, except this collar is inside their deepest, tenderest place. It feels like power.

He describes the effects of cunting on his faggots:

Mixtures of elation, addiction, and anxiety. One I cunted once, like, six years ago still flirts with me and fawns over me occasionally. He loves to recount to me what I felt like inside him, and can’t help himself but tell me how extraordinary I am. It’s extreme, no doubt. But they love it and I love it. And I love owning a piece of their will.

Cunting is important to King Phillip, because he doesn’t cage his faggots until after they’re cunted.

I can’t tell you what it means to me to discover extraordinary young Apex Alphas like King Phillip in the world! Men like him rule with both body and mind.

I am so grateful that King Phillip reached out to share his insight and his life with me! LONG LIVE THE KING!

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

Well, here I go again with another shocking father/son true story. I can’t always help the way these things come to me, so hopefully you’ll forgive me.

Family dynamics are complex even in ideal circumstances. I had an idyllic childhood, and even then there are issues. But when Hierarchical issues come into play, we must throw out everything we imagine about the traditional family arrangement and look at what’s really happening under the surface.

This story opened to me with the following email from a father in Sweden named Algot.

Hii.
> I am 39 years old and my son is 17. When i was younger about 15-18 i was a faggot but then i met my wife and left that wife behind me and got a son in the process my wife sadly died from complications at his birth so i raised him as a single dad. Now my son is 17 and he is a real alpha like the one i used to service back in the day and he has sort of taken over at home. He took the master bedroom and i get to sleep in his old one. He is taking all my paychecks and i listen to everything he says i buy him alcohol because he is only 17.

My son/masters name is Simon. And he bring home girls very often not any other fags that i know of. And i totally support him in everything he does and in anyway i can. He is straight but has used me sexually and as a toilet many times and last week he locked me up in chastity. Is it normal so submit so easy to your own son. (Sorry for any misspelling i am swedish so english is not my first language)

I was, of course, quite shocked by this message out of left field. So I naturally asked Algot if I could speak with his son Simon. A few days later I heard from Master Simon:

Yeah i first realized i was an alpha when a bunch of fags at school did things like buy me snacks or do my homework. And when i realized i was bigger in every way than all the other boys. And i realized my dad was a fag when i say his dick in the gym showers i kind of knew i had some power over him than and i started to do somethings to assert my dominance like dont listen to his rules tell him to clean up after me and when he did everything i said i just said “hey your my slave now i am bigger and stronger than you” and he just obliged.

Whit the sexual thing yeah i think that he should take care of all my sexual need i have not jerked my self of in 2 years he does it all for me. Plus i started face fucking him and i make him eat my ass. I never fuck him tho he does not deserve my dick in his ass.

I never felt like this was wrong in anyway i take what i deserve i dont care if it is my father or any other fag as long as there of the legal age in sweden its fair game.

There was something quite alarming about Master Simon’s dispassionate aggressiveness, especially when it comes to his faggot father. But then when I followed up Master Simon added another surprising fact:

It got out in the school that i use my dad and some boys wanted in on it so i have held some parties were we fuck him together.

I wanted to know more about the mechanics of these other school Alphas fucking his faggot father Algot. Master Simon responded this way:

They’re not really alphas … they heard there was a hole that could be fucked and i let them. i dont care what my dad thinks of it or if he can handle it. its his job do listen to me. And yeah he had fully accepted his role as fag and as slave.

Got any tips on how i can dehumanize him more? i wanna make him an object not human.

I wasn’t really sure how to dehumanize Algot more than he’s already been dehumanized, and frankly I was worried about this situation. Then a couple of weeks later Master Simon wrote me again:

I took some of your advise to dehumanize my father and i came up whit some rules he has to follow
1 when i walk into a room you great me by kissing my feet no matter whos in the room whit you
2 in i am sitting on the couch you should place your self as my foot rest i should not have to tell you
3 you dont eat at the dinner table you eat out the dog bowl
4 do not speak unless spoken too

And it has really work it has been very obedient and is falling more into serving me i feel like i dont need any other fag than him he just so good at it.

I’ll be the first person to say that I don’t think this is a healthy situation. Even though I understand it from a Hierarchical perspective, I still have enough traditionalistic values in me to still think fathers and sons have certain roles and boundaries.

That said, it’s clear Master Simon is not going to listen to me. And it’s also clear that Algot is surprisingly fulfilled as Master Simon’s faggot.

So this post exists as further proof that Alphahood (and its accompanying dominance) starts early and, when presented with an opportunity, takes advantage of any inferiors in its orbit. Even if that inferior is the Alpha’s biological father.

You know, I’ve taught a lot of things about Hierarchy over the last ten years, and I get a lot of shit for some of the things I insist are true. Occasionally someone will come up with an argument that forces me to reassess how I view things, but there are some ideas I will never abandon.

Here’s one of them: straight Alphas fuck, breed, own, and use faggots, and doing so doesn’t make them gay. It only makes them more powerful.  

The truth of that precept is lodged more firmly inside me than a rapidly-swelling dick. I will never admit otherwise because that would mean I’m lying. And I’m not a liar.

I know this is true because I know Hierarchy. Also, I’ve served as first faggot to multiple straight Alphas, and I’ve even been owned by a few of them. I know this because I have countless true stories from straight Alphas who have come to know and treasure the worship and service of faggots peppered throughout this website.

And guess what? I have another.

The story that Master J.A. dropped into my inbox the other day couldn’t have hit me harder if it had been a brick in a pillowcase swung at my head. Master J.A. is a Latin American Apex Alpha with a gay Apex Alpha younger brother. They’re around 40 years old now. Although extremely close, their lives took drastically different paths. Master J.A. took the more traditional route, getting married and having kids, while his brother took the Hierarchical path.

One of the two brothers eventually regretted their choice. Wanna guess which one?

Master J.A. poured his soul into this long letter, but I beg of all Alphas to please carefully read and meditate on the lessons enumerated here!

Hello Sam, I have been reading your website for a couple of weeks now. I will tell you a story because I guess you’re gonna enjoy to have one more real example of how Hierarchy works.

I am 40 years old. My whole family moved from Latin America to California 20 years ago. I was 20 and my little brother was 17. We have always been best friends and I took care of him since he was born. But it didn’t take me long to notice that he didn’t need any kind of protection. We were both Alphas. I didn’t know this expression but it was clear that both he and I had been born to rule the world. It was even easier to notice that when we left our country and came to America, where we could express our sexual desires with much more freedom. I started to fuck girls at age 15 and haven’t stopped since then. My brother did the same thing and seemed to enjoy it too. One day, however, in a party when he was 18/19 he drank too much and let a guy suck his cock. Since we have always been best friend and had no secrets, he told me what happened next morning, regretting the terrible hangover but saying that he “kinda like it”. 

I would never judge my little brother but I didn’t expect that at all. Both of us had always been the powerful “Machos” of the family. I told him that I would love him anyway, even if he was a “faggot”. 20 years ago, I used this word (maricon in Spanish) just to mock him, neither of us had an idea about this whole hierarchy thing. Well, he embraced this “faggot” side but he didn’t want to suck any dick, he just enjoyed the blowjob that the boys in our town gave to him. Today I understand that my brother wasn’t a faggot at all, he was just using those who were there to serve him.

He “officially” came out as a gay man when we both moved from our parents’ house and moved together to San Francisco, a good spot to come out. You can only imagine the things he would do in Castro. That was the beginning of the 2000s we were young, full of energy and, most importantly, full of cum. He didn’t want anything with girls anymore but he had big balls to unload. We were brothers, best friends, and housemates, so I took hundreds of girls to my room while he would bring hundreds of faggots to his room and some non-fag bottoms too. Sometimes I could hear him fucking in the other room while I was breeding a girl in my bed.

For sure, that was the best moment of my life and I felt like a fucking King sharing that apartment in SF with my brother. Everything changed when I had the crazy idea of getting married in 2008. My brother told me that I would never stand to fuck only one pussy forever but, unfortunately, I had in my mind this rooted idea that a real Man must have a beautiful wife, a beautiful house, and pursue the “American dream”. Well, I got married and there’s no need to say that, even though I loved my wife, it felt like jail. She was jealous as fuck and I couldn’t even like other women’s photos on social media.

I don’t even know how many times I needed to use my fleshlight in the bathroom to jerk off because she wouldn’t let me fuck her. And believe it or not, she was jealous of the fleshlight so I needed to keep it hidden. So while I was hidden fucking a plastic pussy in the shower my brother had the life I should be having. Since I had moved to live with my wife, he needed to find a new roommate to split the rent. He had the brilliant idea to put a faggot in the other room! So he not only fucked hundreds of nice tight boys but he also had a live-in faggot right next door to unload whenever he wanted to. He had full-time service and all the holes he could fill up. I had an annnoying wife that would let me have sex twice a week.

It took me a huge effort to keep that marriage but in 2011 the best thing happened in my life: she got pregnant and gave me my beloved son. Suddenly, all the problems I had been facing disappeared because I could only think about being the greatest father of all times. But I am still a big strong Alpha, I had my needs… I’m not proud at all of doing this, but I started cheating on my wife after 5 years. It took me half a decade to give up on that fake “traditional family” dream. My kid was a little baby and still my main priority in life, but I could not stand anymore. Besides, after my son was born my wife basically stopped to have sex at all. I was using the fleshlight every night. 

I found three nice girls and started fucking them. I was hot and young, it wasn’t that hard to find nice women to have sex with. I kept my three sexy lovers for a while but one day my wife suspected that something was wrong and told me something I will never forget: she said that if cheated on her I would be “stabbing” not only her back but also my son because I’d destroy our whole family and she wouldn’t allow me to see my kid anymore. Nothing is more important on Earth than my son and I just gave up on my three other women to be in that cage she called a marriage.

My son grew up and from 2011 to 2019 I basically lived as a caged lion. I focused all energy on work and family. I made a lot of money, bought a bigger house and provided my son and wife with everything they needed. Meanwhile, I talked to my brother everyday, he is and will always be my best friend. He had spent all those years in the very same apartment, fucking hundreds – maybe thousands – of faggots. In 2019, we were both in our 30s and one day I asked him when he would settle down and find a husband to build a family. He simply said that I was his family and his boys were his family too (he didn’t use the word faggot back then). He had sex multiple times a day if he wanted to with sexy smooth boys and I was fucking my wife once a week. Who was the Alpha now? 

That conversation made me realize that I couldn’t spend the rest of my life in an unhappy sexless marriage just because I loved my son so much. I could be a great father, even a better father, if I were happy and fulfilled. Then my wife put the last nail in the coffin in 2019, when we were preparing everything for thanksgiving. She had always been conservative, her family never liked the idea of their white blonde all-American girl marrying a Latino brown man. Even though I have been living here for 20 years and I am literally a self-made man, they still make fun of my accent every time we are together and highlight how “non-American” I am.

The only reason they accepted me around is because I became fucking rich and I could afford all the foolish desires she used to have. They’re all Trump supporters too. When I look behind, I can’t believe I lost ELEVEN YEARS of my life with these stupid people. Anyway, the “last nail in the coffin” that I mentioned was related to my brother. My kid was 8 years old in 2019 and her mom, who has never liked my brother, said that we should try to avoid him at home because he would be “a bad influence”. I don’t want my kid to know that his uncle owns faggots either but nobody knows that, only him and I. She was referring to the fact that he was openly gay and he didn’t want queer people at home.

That was enough for me. I broke up and told he we would get a divorce. As you can imagine, the bitch and her lawyers took hundreds of thousands of dollars from me. But everything was worth it to get rid off those stupid anti-gay anti-Latino “Trumpiards”. I moved with my brother again but I bought a nice big house for me, for him, and his faggots. He has a nice job too but we decided to live together as a real family. He started reading your website during the pandemic and he’s a huge fan. He sent me the link to understand better what it was all about. It was not the first time he would try to get me into gay stuff and I would always tell him that I’m just a straight ally, my dick would never touch another male.

Everything changed when he told me just to be open-minded and think about this possibility. He knew that, since he was gay, I would never understand what faggot ownership is learning just from him. It would always be just “gay stuff”. However, he did something very smart and sent me the content of straight men using faggots. I read the entire thread of Matt, Nick, Jin and their faggots. At first, I admit (with all due respect to your content) that I thought it was just very well-written fiction but I got horny anyway. Then my brother sent me the videos of this guys Jordan, from Brandt’s Boys. That was all I needed to change my life.

I started watching Jordan and other straight men online. Although Jordan nowadays kisses his faggot, jerks off for other men and sucks cock, something that I’ll never do, I learned from him. 

One day my brother and I were drinking together and he called a faggot (there are 3 living in our house). He had never done it in front of me but he simply grabbed the boy told him to kneel and took a piss in his mouth!! What the fuck?? I was so shocked that I almost interrupted him and told him that it was too much and he could harm the boy. But the faggot had done it hundreds of times and love it. When he was done, the fag thanked him and asked what else he needed. My brother was already drunk so he said that, since the fag had his cock in the mouth, he could suck him and get a nice load. The boy had his throat totally fucked by my “little” brother and, again, loved it. After he came, my brother told the faggot to go back to his bedroom and relaxed again in the couch next to me. He noticed I was shocked to witness that and he just said that, while I had wasted eleven years of my life, he had been getting that kind of service since he was 18. 

During the pandemic, I opened my mind and deconstructed my prejudices about owning faggots. He convinced me to give it a try but I was still reluctant. So I told him that I would do it but I wanted the fag to think that it was him. We blindfolded one of the 3 faggots and he sucked my cock thinking that I was my brother. Our cocks are big and thick but the faggot noticed something was different and said that his Master’s cock was tasting different. I didn’t say anything, just held his head and fucked his throat. It was mind-blowing. No need to say that it was much better than anything that my wife had done in 11 years. I had a better orgasm in one night with that blindfolded faggot than in 11 years with her.

When I got out from his bedroom, my brother asked if I liked it. And he could see in my smile that I had loved it. Then he said “get ready, this one is the worst cocksucker among them”. In 2022, one of our boys needed to move for school and we allowed him to go. We have 2 live-in faggots now and we both use them. We haven’t did it together, though. It’s still too much of a taboo for us. What matters is that now I understand what is to have the life of a King. It took me years and years to have it, while my brother has already a 20 years history of owning faggots. But that’s okay, I don’t mind. I’m still 40, I’m in shape, I can fuck them for more 20 or 25 years if I keep healthy.

I’m still straight and I still fuck a lot of women but now that I’m getting older it is harder to find random sexy girls. So I now have to girls in her 30s who I fuck regularly but it’s even unfair to compare their blowjobs and pussy with our boys’ service. I don’t intend to get married again but I’m still the greatest dad to my kid. He’s almost a teenager now and I love him more than everything on Earth. I really hope he’s gonna be a big strong Alpha like dad and uncle but if he’s a faggot I’ll support and love him anyway.

I apologize for such a long letter but, as a faggot, you must just read it and obey me. The reason why I’m sharing my story with you is because I want your readers to know that hierarchy is indeed truth. I don’t want to repeat that straight men can use faggots, because I know you’ve said that a hundred times. Most importantly, I want to tell your young readers that WE ONLY LIVE ONCE. We must study, work hard, focus on our goals, but it’s a violence against ourselves to get stuck on an unhappy marriage just because society thinks it’s right. I want to say that I love my gay brother, he’s a wonderful Man and a God Alpha. We’re both Latino brown Men and we are proud of it too. My ex-wife will never read this letter but I will tell her “fuck you” anyway and fuck all the Trump supporters that are out there hating gay people, black people and Latino people.

I’m a fucking King from Latin America, my brother is gay and there’s nothing they can do to hold us back.

Thank you Sam for such an important website, I can only imagine how many Men like me have embraced their Alphahood because of your work. I don’t know if you serve older Alpha like me but I would love to say thank you with a thick load down your throat one day. Now that I’m 40, I’ll have to fuck and cunt as many fag holes I can fuck to keep up with my brother’s impressive count.

We’re both VERY proud of you, faggot Sam.

Regards,
Apex Alpha J.A.

If you still don’t think Hierarchy is a real concept that governs all of our lives and can provide deep fulfillment when applied, please re-read the above testimonial. Master J.A. DEFINES its truth!

So many straight Alphas surrender their power and glory to the machinations of a society that wants to mute them. The truly powerful Men among us endanger the artificial societal constructions created by weak beta males seeking power that does not belong to them.

A beta male cannot tell an Alpha how he should live or by what standards he should live. Nature gives Alphas that right at birth. They owe nothing to anyone except the universe that blessed them.

I’ll never understand why any Alpha would voluntarily choose the cage instead of ruling the world. EVER.

But Master J.A.’s example is more than simply an advocacy of Alpha purpose. It’s also a revelation on Alpha sexuality. Alpha sexuality is not defined by who they fuck. Master J.A. could fuck 1,000 faggots and still be straight. That’s because he gets off on the POWER that fucking and breeding his faggots gives him.

Again, why would a straight Apex Alpha settle for a wife when he can live like a literal King, served by a court of faggots and fuck any female he chooses? WHY?

This was finally the lesson Master J.A. learned from his younger Apex Alpha brother.

Now they can finally rule the world together, side by side, brothers of blood as well as purpose.

I thank Master J.A. endlessly for his astounding life story! In the echelon of Hierarchical testimony found on this site, this stands apart!