Hierarchy 289 – Faggot Modification
What can an Alpha change in his fggot, and what are the benefits?
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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the journey of a faggot named Ricky who discovered the joy and fulfillment of chastity while in college. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
In honor of Locktober, I’m publishing stories of faggots who have learned something about themselves through chastity. Write to me if you have something to share!
I really am jealous of some of my brothers who have had experiences like a faggot named Ricky. You see, Ricky was taught the truth about chastity while in college, when an Alpha there took ownership of him and locked him in chastity for the first time. I didn’t get to know the meaning of chastity until later in my life, so I feel like I missed out on those precious years of discovery while in my youth.
Some might say that putting a cage on a young fag’s nub is detrimental, but honestly the benefits far outweigh any detriments. Just listen to Ricky describe his experience:
I always knew I was different from my guy friends growing up. When they would be talking about what girls they got with from school I only ever cared because I wish it was me they were fucking. Like most boys do we talked dick size and I was always the smallest out of my friends. I was always envious of their size and wondered if I’d ever get that big.
Well college came and I met my first alpha. He introduced me to the hierarchy and caged me for the first time. Once the cage was on everything made sense. I knew I was always meant to be caged. I found FWA and leaned more of my place in the hierarchy and got deeper into chastity. This site has helped me to learn and embrace my place as a fag beneath real men. The hierarchy is undeniable.
I wish I had known sooner and locked up back when I was in high school before I tried topping lol
Isn’t it funny how Ricky and I (now both long-term caged fags) wish we would’ve been caged earlier? Why do we feel that way?
It’s because chastity has been teaching us a deeper meaning to our submission. We are learning things about ourselves through chastity that not even simple denial could ever do. Chastity is a journey into oneself, into our own motivations and our reason for being.
Chastity separates us in an undeniable and distinctive way from Men. There are no excuses possible for a caged fag, so delusions. It frees up the mind of a faggot, focuses its mind on its proper place and the only needs that matter: that of the Superior Men around us.
I’m really proud of Ricky for finding a college Alpha who understood the value of caging faggots and took action to cage Ricky’s tiny dicklet!
Any faggots out there still free should really consider it, too! You’ll be a much better faggot for it!
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Yesterday was day 464 of being locked in chastity under Sir Declan’s control (Locktober day 2).
Last night started off like the perfect kind of evening you imagine in your head but never think will actually happen. Sir had already texted me earlier in the day telling me to show up at the gym. As soon as I walked in, his eyes told me everything: this wasn’t going to be a “regular” workout. Between sets he’d whisper in my ear, “I’m going to make your body better for me. Stronger, tighter, more useful. You’re mine to build.” Each word was like a pulse down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement.
After we left the gym, we came home. I immediately started preparing dinner after my shower exactly as he’d instructed earlier in the day. I had all the ingredients laid out; I knew the timing had to be perfect. He likes things a certain way: his plate built just right, sauces in the correct order, and the tray neat so he can eat from the couch. I didn’t even make my own plate at first. Instead, I knelt at his feet, rubbing his arches, running my thumbs over the tension in his heels while he ate.
Halfway through his meal he looked down at me, smiled, and said quietly but firmly, “Go get your food.” I got up and made my own plate, but instead of joining him on the couch, I had to sit on the floor at the coffee table, back turned to him, eating like a servant while he ate like a king. I could hear him breathing, feel the weight of his gaze on me.
We started a movie and for a few minutes I felt that rare softness; he let me curl up next to him, his arms around me, his hand lazily resting on my locked cock through my shorts. But I know him well enough to recognize when that softness changes. His body language shifted. His grip tightened.
He stood up and without raising his voice said in that low, unmistakable tone, “FOLLOW ME!”
As we got in the bedroom, he said:
“Hands over the cage now.” My stomach dropped. I knew what was coming.
The cage already sitting there like a silent threat. I raised my arms. He grabbed my left wrist and clicked the cuff to the top bar of the cage, then my right wrist to the other side. Cold metal. No movement. My body completely exposed.
Then came the first strike of the paddle. Not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to sting and echo in the room. He paused, reached for the permanent marker, uncapped it with his teeth, and began writing across my back in thick black letters: “Owned by Declan.” The ink felt cool at first, then hot as my skin burned from the paddle.
By the time he was done, my ass was bright red, my back a billboard with his name across it, my cock locked and throbbing, collar snug against my throat. He left me like that, wrists chained, ass stinging, for a good 30 to 45 minutes. I could hear him moving around, watching TV in the next room. Every so often he’d come back, rub my ass with his palm, slide his fingers into my mouth and say, “I love you, babe,” before disappearing again. Each time was a tease, a reminder of both his affection and his control.
When he finally released me, he didn’t send me away. He pulled me to the couch, had me lie on my stomach with my head on his lap so he could stroke my hair while watching more TV. My red, sore ass was on display the whole time. His other hand lazily rested on my back where his name was still written, fingers tracing the letters like he was reading them silently.
This is the reality behind the photos and the stories. This is the mix of discipline, service, and care that makes me his.
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Hierarchy 288 – Locktober
Lock ’em up, everybody!
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Today is the first day of October, a day that officially kicks off a month-long celebration of chastity for faggots, subs, and any other beta males called LOCKTOBER.
While AI can’t seem to pinpoint the origin of Locktober, it did suggest that it began sometime after “No-Nut November” started as a meme in 2018. And honestly, I feel pretty confident in suggesting that Locktober started on Tumblr around that time period. I was at Ground Zero on Tumblr during the rich and dizzying heights of the Hierarchical movement on that platform at that time, and I remember it exploding on Tumblr. My site there, Fags Worship Alphas, was booming, and I was constantly fielding questions about chastity.
Here was the problem: I wasn’t in chastity at that time. Even worse, I had a really dismissive attitude toward chastity, maintaining the position that any “real faggot” doesn’t need chastity.
But something was happening inside of me that I didn’t plan nor anticipated. I was sinking deeper and deeper into subspace through my meditations on Alphahood. I was servicing Alphas on the side (I had just been dismissed by my last formal Master prior to starting FWA in 2015), but now I was also covering stories from Alphas all around the world. I began to see the Alpha brotherhood in a more complete way, and it was awe-inspiring. I was actually blessed to coach powerful straight Alphas into taking ownership of and using faggots, and I witnessed the glorious ascendancies of God Alphas because of it.
The net effect of this was a humbling I had never experienced before. I became so ashamed of my free penis that I was still using like Men do, pissing in urinals and masturbating. I felt like a hypocrite.
In a moment of clarity, I decided that I couldn’t wait until I was owned again. I needed to go into chastity immediately in the hope that it would ease my shame.
So I bought my first chastity cage, and then filmed my first locking on March 10, 2020 for the official record:
I instantly felt better, and I began to learn so much more about my own submission/purpose through chastity.
For instance, I began to understand why muscle faggots (like the one pictured above) rely on chastity as a way to refocus themselves on their purpose despite being built like that. Or how chastity can help well-endowed faggots shrink their penises (it really does that!) while also keeping them humble.
But most of all, my experience made me a tireless advocate of chastity in breaking/training new/young faggots. When straight Master Jin first told me that any faggot he owned had to be in chastity (this was 2019), I’m embarrassed to say I was almost critical of it. I had never been in chastity before and always felt it was some fetish nonsense (like the leather scene or pup play). In fact, I credit Master Jin for starting me down the slippery slope toward my own caging.
But now I firmly believe all faggots should be caged.
Why? There are a few reasons:
The effect of chastity on me has been profound. So thoroughly was I changed after two years in chastity that, when I had to come out of chastity to serve two years in prison in 2022, I never got hard once during those years, and every day I yearned to be locked up in chastity again. The shame of being in prison wasn’t as bad for me as the shame of being out of my proper place – in chastity.
Wanna guess what I did immediately after getting out?
It’s been an incredible five year journey with chastity, and I wholeheartedly encourage any free faggots to try it this Locktober. Trust me, it’s even better if you lock yourself and successfully remain locked the entire month, because it’s a gift you’ve given yourself (rather than one imposed on you by an Alpha).
I wish you all a Happy Locktober!
Punishment.
Yesterday made it painfully clear why Sir Declan set this sentence, being moody for being cucked while he had a weekend date wasn’t acceptable, and he decided I needed to learn the lesson properly.
Day one started with paddles and 4½ hours locked in my jail cell. I was sore, humiliated, and already missing him which is exactly the point.
When he came home from the gym yesterday he didn’t say much. He had me put my hands through the bars of the cage and the cold metal cuffs clicked shut around my wrists. The cuff chain tightened so I couldn’t pull back. Then he latched shackles on my ankles to the cage so I was forced to stand there, exposed and completely immobilized. He pulled my shorts down, and every strike of the paddle landed with a loud slap and a burning sting that worked its way into my thighs and ass. Between hits he would whisper that he loved me and that this was necessary for us to be right, that the pain was part correction and part care.
When the paddling stopped he unfastened the cuffs, ordered me to strip, and shoved me back into the cell naked. The door slammed and the lock turned. I sat on the cold floor with my hands over my chest, breathing in the quiet, feeling the afterburn of each hit and the shame that came with it.
Four hours later he came back. The click of his keys felt like a mercy. He opened the cell and let me come sit on the floor in front of him while he relaxed on the couch. He put his hands on my shoulders and worked out the knots with firm presses. Every so often he’d kiss the top of my head like I was a child he both owned and wanted to protect. We turned on The Simpsons, a small, ridiculous bit of normalcy and the contrast between the tenderness and what I’d just been through made me ache to be better for him.
When it was time for bed I was allowed to sleep with him, but mercy didn’t mean freedom. Sir was hard and told me to work on his cock. I climbed on top and obeyed. His skin was warm against my mouth, his fingers tangled in my hair, and he kept my head down until he emptied himself, hard and hot down my throat. He didn’t let me pull away; he made sure I swallowed every last drop. Afterward he murmured, “Good boy, you didn’t gag this time. Okay, now bed time.” Praise that stung almost as much as the paddles, because it reminded me I’d passed another test.
I expect tonight when I come home from work I’ll be greeted at the door with handcuffs again, escorted straight to the bedroom for more paddles, and returned to my cell to continue the sentence. I don’t like the discipline, but I understand it. I appreciate his guidance, his corrections, and his love, even when it’s rough. I will keep working to be the submissive he wants, to obey, and to earn those small, private moments of tenderness.
Zack
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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the continuing ascension of a 21-year-old bisexual Alpha named Master Joe and his ownership of his best friend’s faggot brother. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’ve never seen a picture of Master Joe, but from his writing style and attitude I’d say Master Joe is that prototypical all American fratboy. He’s like a playful, confident lion; immensely powerful, but in no dire need to exert that power. And when he does utilize that power, he does so in disarmingly fun ways.
I do believe that owning a faggot is helping Master Joe refocus that playful energy into something more thoughtful. At first, owning that faggot (the brother of his best friend/chief rival) was a bit of jocular one-upsmanship. However, as time has gone on and his ownership over the faggot has deepened, Master Joe is starting to also deepen his understanding of the faggot mind and what it needs.
Take, for example, this very recent thought Master Joe had:
Hey fag Sam, this is Master Joe! Happy, healthy, and breeding holes as always
I had a conversation with my fag bf last night and I want your opinion about it. He was telling me that it’s much easier to take my cock now because he’s used to the shape and the size, then I asked if it still hurts him. I have no idea of how it feels because I have never bottomed, but I thought that after a while it would not hurt at all. However, my fag said that taking a cock always hurts a little bit, just a little bit, even when the pussy is properly trained. And then I realized that this is not a problem. In fact, I think that it’s important that the fag feel a little bit of pain. I think of myself working out. After a hard training, I like to feel my muscles hurt, it makes me feel that I am growing stronger. Likewise, when a fag takes a hard cock and his hole hurts afterwards I think it’s a good way to make the boy remind of who he is. What is the point of serving a superior man if it doesn’t involve some sacrifice?
I am not saying that fags deserve to suffer, I take care of my fag and love him. I think real men should never hurt girls or fags in bed, but causing this little discomfort in their stretched pussy is important for his training. Does that make sense?
I really want to become a better Alpha and embrace my role more and more everyday.
See how faggot ownership is altering Master Joe’s perspective? He’s starting to consider not only his needs, but also what’s best for the faggot he owns. This maturity is also leading him to consider his own Alphahood and how he can more fully embrace that lofty promise.
In regards to Master Joe’s specific thoughts, I say the following:
Master, it’s always so wonderful to hear from you! Thank you for writing in!
This is a very keen observation on your part, one that deserves more scrutiny and consideration by all, not just faggots. Yes indeed, some pain is definitely part of a faggot’s life. As you noted, pain is actually a beneficial part of a faggot’s life, because that pain shapes the faggot’s mind and its sense of self and purpose.
You’ll never know the pain involved in having a big Alpha cock violating your holes (yes, let’s not forget the pain of being throat fucked!), but it’s never easy to take if the faggot is maintaining its pussy muscles and not abusing them to the point of prolapse. You Alphas want a tight, snug hole to fuck, but the trade-off is pain on the part of the faggot.
But here’s the key: that pain is pleasure for faggots! When an Alpha is entering us and it hurts, we are deriving pleasure from that pain EMOTIONALLY. We know we are pleasing our Alpha, and that emotional pleasure (or, more properly, hierarchical pleasure) sends endorphins flooding into our bloodstream from the excitement of being used properly. The harder and more intensely we are fucked, the greater the endorphin rush.
The intensity of this pain/pleasure crucible while being fucked is so great that, if and when an Alpha cunts us, the unexpected explosion of that feeling becomes overwhelming. That’s why cunting is such a startling and unforgettable experience for faggots, and why cunted faggots are essentially owned for life by the Alpha who cunted it.
And Master, as you said in your letter, that pain trains the faggot to always remember what it is. Like an invisible chastity cage, the throbbing ache of a well-fucked hole constantly reminds the faggot of its Master and its purpose. So pain isn’t a bad thing for faggots. In fact, I think it’s a good and natural part of our place in hierarchy! Thank you, Master!
That explanation was a bit more intense than I initially intended, but I really like it! I think I might use it as the core of a larger examination on the site! Or maybe a podcast episode!
But you see why I love Master Joe so much, right? He’s an amazing Alpha and Master, and his little faggot is lucky to have him hurting it every night!
The following post is part of a thread following the rise of a 22-year-old Italian Alpha named Master Paolo who owns a muscle faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Unfortunate fact: most Alphas seem to prefer smooth, twinky fags. However I’ve encountered several Alphas who love (and prefer) big, burly, muscular faggots. Now, I have no data to back this up, but these Alphas who prefer to mount and breed bigger faggots seem to be more powerful, more aggressive, and more demanding than others.
Master Paolo definitely fits in that category. His descriptions of how much he loves to fuck and breed larger fags practically drip with lust. I can almost hear him grinding his teeth and licking his lips at just the thought!
His need to dominate larger faggots naturally led Master Paolo to another idea: CHASTITY!
Hey faggot, this is Master Paolo from Italy again. What’s up?
I wanna ask you about chastity cages. Bruno, my fag boyfriend, is a strong muscular man, 25 years old. I am also strong and muscular, 22 years old. We met at the gym and have been together for 6 months. Since our first night together, Bruno told me that he didn’t like to touch his dick during sex (which was a huge turn on for me). I felt like a real King when that powerful and strong dude got on his knees to suck my dick and my balls, licking and worshiping me. And the best part is that, unlike most of the guys I met in the past, he didn’t expect me to suck his dick in return. The first time I fucked him, I shot a nice load in his ass to make sure he wouldn’t forget me. And although he got hard he did not touch his dick at any time. It was awesome. I bought some jockstraps for him right after our first encounter and form then on I’ve been fucking him wearing those.
But I’ve been thinking about putting him on a cage. I don’t think his dick should be just hidden under a jockstrap. It should be locked as the fag he is. I have never fucked a fag wearing one of those but the idea really turns me on. As I told you a few days ago, femboys or women don’t turn me on. I like the feeling of breeding someone who everybody thinks is a powerful man, a strong leader, but in fact is serving me in the bedroom. Since I was a teenager, my thing has been taking the masculinity of strong men, turning them into my cumdumps no matter how much protein they eat or how many hours they work out. For this reason, I think that caging my fag bf will really turn me on. But his dick is quite big, ironically even bigger than mine. Thick, long, but useless.
How do you think I could approach that and how could I find a big cage for him? Thanks!
First of all, I love experiences like this because it highlights the fact that faggots can have large dicks, but that large dick is MEANINGLESS because it’s attached to a male that is not equipped to use it and lacks the desire/understanding to use it. Is there some sort of body dysmorphia going on here? Probably. But it’s real nonetheless.
Of course, I think chastity is a fantastic idea. Since being caged four years ago, I’ve become a huge proponent of faggots being put in chastity (I largely have Master Jin to thank for that!). It simply puts a faggot into a state of perpetual subspace and gives them a constant reminder of their place.
There are places that design chastity cages for larger penises. Here’s an example of one printed via 3D printing by a company called kink3d.com:
I’m sure there are other such places selling these kinds of products as well.
When an Alpha takes the step of locking his faggot in chastity, it’s an outward sign of ownership that is quite meaningful for both the Master and the faggot. It’s like a ring. It’s meant to be forever.
The following post is part of a thread detailing the admission and submission of a new faggot named Ben to a teen Destroyer Alpha named Grayson. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s rare that a faggot ever has a chance to decide which Alpha it should serve. Usually faggots bounce from one Alpha to the next like pinballs careening haphazardly across a pinball table. And too often, when faggots are given a choice between Alphas, they tend to choose the one that will damage them the most.
Ben is a relatively new faggot, and he finds himself at an emotional crossroads with two Alphas in his life. He is currently owned by a powerful and relatively scary Destroyer Alpha named Grayson. However, he recently started trying to serve a new Protector Alpha named Ethan. See the quandary?
In the last update, we heard how Master Grayson had fucked and bred (and took video of it) an Alpha that Ben was serving on the side. That Alpha was Master Ethan. But the entire experience has left Ben confused and worried.
I’ll let him tell it:
I have another update on my situation with Master Grayson as im unsure of everything I’m feeling. Since my last experience, I am now serving both Master Grayson and my friend (Ethan). I’ve felt different when serving them with Grayson it feels more natural how much cocky, confident, and stronger he is over me, while with Ethan is dominant I’ve felt more secure serving him as he looks out for me more. Despite this I’ve been actively seeking out gay bottoms to fuck on Grindr as well despite submitting for both alphas it’s like this big push and pull for me on both sides.
For master Ethan he has been so kind and rough and dominant but whenever I give him head he always tells me “you’re such a good fucking boy” and “god you give the best head”. It’s such a strange dynamic to me that he can balance both of his personalities so well to the point where I’ve developed feelings for him. Whenever I am with him I feel like I am fulfilling my purpose better and more cared for.
But for master Grayson though he’s ramped up his control of me even more lately. I’ve become an at home slave, chauffeur, and mouth to use and the apartment I moved into recently this month has become less my apartment and his place now with him taking my bed whenever he is over. I’ve been taking his loads almost daily now and recently he has instructed me to wear a buttplug to “train my faggot hole and make it useful for once”.
He also has forced me to download an app that lets him control my entire phone from what I can access and see who I talk to which has lead me to be careful in finding ways to serve Ethan. And just yesterday he told me he hated seeing me get hard from serving him and that I should “be prepared to have your tiny dick locked up fag but you would like that wouldn’t you.”
Personally I don’t know if I’m ready for chastity but I know it’s something I can’t control if Grayson requests it. And I know it seems stupid that I have a caring alpha in Ethan but Grayson’s dominance and cockiness turns something on in me that I can’t escape and it doesn’t help that his workouts this summer have made him more ripped and muscular that it feels impossible to not serve him. I guess I don’t know how to choose between them as it seems if I choose Grayson he has made it clear that I cannot serve anyone else. Any advice?
The differences between the two Alphas couldn’t be any more apparent. Master Ethan, still owning Ben even after that humiliation, shows his Protector Alpha side regularly and isn’t afraid of being kind to his fags. Meanwhile, Master Grayson seems like the villain of every Lifetime Movie Of The Week, He’s stalking, cruel, malicious, and almost hateful.
I can’t really advise Ben to stay with Master Grayson, because I honestly think he’s the wrong Alpha for a new (and struggling) faggot like Ben. Plus, I really kind of worry about Master Grayson’s hyper-possessive attitude.
I told Ben he should talk to Master Ethan about his concerns. There might be some way this intelligent young Alpha can help Ben get away from Master Grayson. But judging from Ben’s closing words – “it feels impossible to not serve him” – I think the toughest part of this battle will be fought inside Ben himself.
Fingers crossed!
