The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a faggot named Carson to his Alpha father Colby. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This site has dealt head-on with a lot of controversial topics, and I’ve ferociously defended my coverage of these topics regardless of how many readers I lose in the process. Hierarchy has many uncomfortable facets that we cannot shy away from simply because it’s taboo or socially unacceptable. We stifle our growth and knowledge by hiding!

One of the more shocking topics I’ve covered are the hierarchical sexual dynamics between fathers and sons. This is extremely complex stuff, fraught with various dangers but also promising safety and mentorship. I’ve covered a surprising number of these “incestuous” pairings, and most of them became wildly successful and quite healthy. The most “famous” of these cases involved little Jimmy, the faggot who enthusiastically serves his father Master Dino and his two Alpha brothers, Masters Chad and Dean. Their story and my detailed coverage of it has helped countless people over the years.

The latest such story involves an inexperienced faggot named Colton who lives with his Alpha father Colby and his older Alpha brother. Colton came to me because he had been stealing and sniffing their underwear and it seemed like Master Colby was detecting that Colton was a faggot. You can catch up on Colton’s previously-anonymous Questions From Readers asks by following the link above.

Up to this point, Colton has sucked his Dad off a couple of times, but Master Colby has been hinting around about fucking/breeding him.

Well, it happened:

After I was done with classes Tuesday, dad picked me up to took me to the gym. My brother Phil, has taken me to the gym a couple times with to get me into it but it never really stuck so I don’t really know what I’m doing. He taught me how to do a few things but mostly focused on squats.

Back at home I’m, he told me I was going to shower with him. His scent in the car was driving me crazy so I was looking forward to being all over him.

Once we got in the shower he instructed me to get on my knees and wash his balls with my tongue. His big balls taste so fucking good, the source of the sweat and testosterone I’ve been thirsting for my entire life. His giant dick got hard while I was working on his balls.

He told me to get up and he spun me around, started inspecting my ass and commented on my lack of ass hair. He soaped up a finger and put it in my hole. I made a little yelp and he said “goddamn you are tight”.

He spat in his hand and started rubbing his dick, so I placed my hands up against the tiles to brace for what was coming. He squatted down a little to get to my level placing one hand on my shoulder, and the other was guiding his manhood to my hole. I could feel that meaty head pressed up against me. I felt the pressure building until busted open my hole. I don’t even know what type of noises I was making at this point. I was in pain but I felt so full and so used it was amazing.

He took me in that position for a while until he grabbed me by my waist. He got up from squatting down to my level so my feet were dangling. My only support was his grip on my waist, his cock inside me, and my hands against the tile. He pulled me onto the base of his cock and something changed. I wasn’t focused on the pain anymore. I felt so primally full of his manhood and like I was serving his purpose. I think I had an anal orgasm because I was shaking all over him.

I think the way I was shaking felt good for him because he started pounding me faster for a few minutes until he made a deep grunt. I could feel his load shoot into me, then he set me down.

He called me a good boy and had me finishing washing his body. After the shower he told me to go to bed.  I was exhausted and feel obedient so I did.

Two days later my ass is still sore but I feel like I need him again. I feel an emptiness like I was meant to take him. I’m excited for my cage to come, I think he will want to breed me again after he locks me up.

What an incredible experience! Master Colby knew exactly how to take his son’s virginity! He was firm, yet tender with his faggot son, helping Carson to accept his place while also experiencing vital lessons in how to properly take an Alpha’s cock!

I wanted to address the “shaking” that Carson mentions. Carson was definitely cunted during the fuck (there is plenty of material on the site involving cunting), and the involuntary shaking is one of the key indicators. I wish all faggots could experience being cunted as part of their first time! It would make the entire experience much less traumatic!

I wonder how many faggots Master Colby cunted in his early years as a straight Alpha using fags. I don’t have any indication of how often Master Colby used faggots in his past, but he clearly knows how to wield his cock!

Carson mentions the emptiness inside of him, something I’ve termed “the void”. It’s like a yawning chasm inside a faggot’s gaped and bred hole that practically growls for more cock. Master Colby must have a pretty big dick to have gaped Carson so thoroughly! Part of the effects of “the void” comes from the actual penetration, but another part comes from the load deposited inside the faggot. The Alpha’s cum is absorbed directly into the faggot’s bloodstream where it then induces powerful hypnotic submission in the faggot. This causes the faggot to crave the Alpha even more, just as nature designed it.

The coming chastity cage will dramatically increase Carson’s need for his Alpha father’s cock/cum. I think it will also arouse Master Colby more than he realizes right now. But, more importantly, the cage will help structure and enhance the training to come as Master Colby shapes his faggot son into a proper faggot.

I can’t wait!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling Nathan, a faggot who once served a straight Alpha wrestler named Tommy back in school. They’ve reunited after ten years when Alpha Tommy’s father took ill. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Most of the time we focus on powerful Alphas forcefully using faggots and dominating them in every kind of way. Honestly, that is how most Alpha/fag interactions typically go.

But I’ve always tried to stress that, though Alphas don’t often easily reveal their feelings or intentions, they are in reality Men of incredible emotional depth and staggering insight. They see everything around them, and usually take on the burdens of others because he knows he is stronger and more capable of handling it. Every time I’ve ever felt like I understood an Alpha or Master, they’ll say or do something that reveals how drastically I underestimated them.

These are the burdens and concerns they carry inside them as Kings.

We faggots are in a unique position to help Alphas unload their cares and refocus. Sometimes (well, oftentimes) that involves selflessly servicing them sexually. Our completely submissive worship recharges them and lifts them up. Our domestic service helps to keep their lives stabilized while they work through issues. Sometimes it just involves us being at their feet with quiet care, like a faithful dog that never abandons its Master.

Females whine for attention while faggots faithfully serve, and that can make all the difference!

Which leads me to the latest update from Nathan. You might remember his recent Questions From Readers letter detailing his service to straight Alpha wrestler Tommy from college. After drifting apart for many years, they’ve reconnected after Tommy’s Dad became ill. It was a touching letter, and Nathan opened his heart while describing the struggle to help his former Master through this difficult time.

Nathan has written a very interesting update on this situation:

Dear Sam,

This is Nathan, the sub to the Alpha Wrestler “Tommy” in college who was going through the process of losing his father. A lot of things changed since I wrote that last letter.

Like I said previously, I decided to step in and check in on Tommy more to take some of the weight off his shoulders, broad as they may still be. This is one of the few times I ever disobeyed one of his commands since he claimed me freshman year, as I knew he wasn’t in a right state of mind and his “It’s OK, I’m fine” resistance wasn’t sincere (let’s just say I’ve done this dance before myself.) I would come over a couple of times a week and start doing the tasks that were falling off of Tommy’s priorities list. Cooking, laundry, dishes… if you hadn’t noticed, I had somewhat forced myself back into his life as a houseboy/domestic faggot (and this was before I even sent the first letter where you told me to do just that.) But he never complained, so I just rolled with it. In just a couple of days, I started noticing a change in Tommy. He wasn’t exactly happier… obviously, he was still a wreck… but he did seem a little more energetic and a little less beaten down. I took it as a small victory and just kept going. A bigger victory happened a little later, when he started to be a little more at ease, knowing he had a support system he hadn’t for a while. He gave me the first genuinely warm smile I’d seen from him since we reunited at the reunion and did something he used to back in college. It’s hard to describe the maneuver in writing, it’s basically a kind of pinching the nape of my neck, resulting in him sort of scritching behind both of my ears at once, fingers behind one ear, thumb behind the other. He did that and I nearly melted into a puddle on the floor. Beyond just being insanely arousing, I was heartening to start to see the old Tommy emerge from his grief cocoon and start to come back.

After about a week, I was putting some laundry away in the master bedroom where Tommy’s father was bedridden. He was heavily medicated and pretty “out of it” most of the time, but as I was turning to leave the room, I saw him raise a single hand and point toward me.

“You,” he said, his voice dry and strained, “You make him happy,” before lowering his arm and falling back asleep.

I was so stunned, I couldn’t think of anything to do but walk out of the room and head back to my chores, not really sure what to make of what he said. Did he know about us in college? Did he even recognize me and know who I actually was? He hadn’t been very lucid lately.

I never got the chance to figure out, however, since not very long after I wrote my first letter, Tommy’s father took a sudden turn for the worse and had to be transferred to a facility that could provide full-time care since the burden was more than even Tommy and I combined could bear. At this point, I somewhat made the decision to stay over more often and finally, more or less move in entirely; I simply could not bear the idea of Tommy sitting alone in the silence of that huge empty house alone. Again, Tommy didn’t complain, so I don’t think he could bear it either.

They day we went to get his dad set up in his room at the facility, Tommy was the lowest I think I’d ever seen him, especially after this short conversation the two had when I went to get the car right before we left. I have no idea exactly what his Dad said to him, but when we got back, he simply dropped onto the couch with a thousand-yard-stare and stayed there for hours. Didn’t turn on the TV, didn’t change clothes, wouldn’t speak, wouldn’t eat, just stared. I didn’t really know how to begin to help him process this, so I simply reverted back to some of my basic faggot behavior. I started getting his favorite meal ready, caught up on all the daily chores I had taken on and even did a few others like changing bed-linens and cleaning the bathroom. I wanted to be nearby for him, but also sensed he simply needed a little space to process.

When I had finally ran out of any more chores to do and could smell the aroma of pot roast all through the house, I finally headed back into the den to check on him, and I don’t think he had budged an inch. As I stepped a little closer, I did notice one thing: his feet are making this darting little twitches back and forth. I shared a dorm with him long enough to know what it means when he does that, it meant his shoes were uncomfortable. Defaulting to my faggot instincts and without even thinking, I dropped to my knees and immediately removed his feet from the pinching leather dress shoes and rest them comfortably in my lap. As I removed the socks and slowly started to massage them, I glanced up and see a three-act play cross Tommy’s face. First is simple confusion, then a warm recognition, like he’s actually remembering me and who I am for the first time since the reunion, before he finally settled on something I wasn’t expecting… lust. We said more with pure eye contact than words ever could. He didn’t have to actually ask and I didn’t have to actually respond. We both knew the answer, and before I had time to think, he grabbed me by the collar and pulled me up into a deep passionate kiss. After knowing all the misery and stress and pain he has endured the past few years, nothing could have made me happier than to make him just feel good.

Nathan, I’m going to MURDER YOU for ending that update on a cliffhanger! LOL There’s NO WAY it just stopped after that!

Anyway, I can only highly commend Nathan’s actions in caring for his former Master. Giving him space to process the end that is likely coming for his father while tenderly caring for the domestic needs at the house is such a beautiful and wordless gift. It was the absolute best way to truly show this King the respect, devotion, and honor he deserves!

But remember what I said at the outset about Alphas seeing everything? Master Tommy clearly watched all of the little things Nathan was doing for him, each act carefully preserved in his heart. Never take Alpha silence for disapproval! Always keep your head down and serve whether they say anything or not! Always show your Alpha that you’re there to submit to him because of his superiority, not because you need commendation or attention! Let your actions speak for you!

Master Tommy clearly showed his appreciation for all of Nathan’s little acts of service with am unexpected, silent kiss!

We don’t (yet) know where this is heading, but I’m confident in saying that Master Tommy is starting to come back to life thanks to the care and worship of his selfless faggot Nathan! This is why all Alphas should own faggots! Hopefully Master Tommy won’t let Nathan get away this time!

I showed my dad my letter and I read through the posts on Jimmy. I haven’t shown my dad the website yet.

After my dad read the letter we had another great conversation and I’m starting to feel a lot more stable about it. He was happy pleased with the way I portrayed him and told me that being a faggot and being his faggot would never mean I wasn’t his son or that he didn’t love me. He said I didn’t need to be afraid.

He did say he knew what I was for a long time because of my taking their dirty underwear and just the way that I am (which is embarrassing, but here we are). He finally thought I was ready and he needed a release.

Since I swallowed his load on Saturday he seems like he’s more actively taking on the alpha role. As I said before he would just wear underwear around the house, but now he’s been just walking around naked flaunting. He’s been having me suck his dick when he wants.

I’ve been reading your website for a bit and I want to be a good boy for him. I talked to him about locking up my dick. He wasn’t familiar with chastity but thinks it is a good idea, and says he will be my keyholder if I buy a cage. I asked about calling him sir or master, but he just wants me to keep calling him dad.

Need to say thank you for your reassurance. He told me he is going to take me to the gym after my classes today to start tightening up my ass and I’m really excited and intimidated for what that probably means since I’ve only sucked before.

Thank you for writing back to me, brother!

First of all, is there some way you can use names for everybody? Even if they’re fake names. I want to be able to turn your story into a proper thread on the site, but I can’t do it anonymously because of the nature of site categorization. Thank you!

I’m really glad that you were able to talk to your Dad about everything and share your letter with him. It sounds like he’s supremely confident about his own Alphahood and how he’s guiding you in your development as a faggot. I wish more Alpha fathers understood and appreciated the truth of hierarchy as well as he does!

Chastity is a great idea, and I think once he sees his little faggot son locked up he will understand the value of it. I hope he takes the lead in locking you if you decide to proceed with it. I think you will really benefit from it, but I think your Dad will also benefit.

He is definitely going to fuck and breed you. I wanted to tell you that in my first response, because I could tell from his questions that he was already thinking along those lines. Now there is no doubt. Again, this situation is quite normal hierarchically (even though it sounds insane from the outside-looking-in). If you read Jimmy’s thread, you know that his father has bred him many times. You just have to disassociate it from being a father/son situation, and look at it as Alpha/faggot or predator/prey. Think of it in animal terms, because that’s what is really at the root of it.

Just continue to follow his lead and obey his orders. I have a question: where is your older Alpha brother in all of this? Is he not around? Is this being kept secret from him if he is around? As you know, Jimmy is used by both his father as well as his two brothers, and that is not the first time I’ve encountered that type of faggot sharing within families.

Thank you again for writing, little brother! You’re in my thoughts!

Love,

sam the faggot

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Sam Im a sub and going thru the process of accepting that I am a faggot – leaving all that is involved but I think lower ? It’s there such thing as being lower ? If so ca you explain the difference if there is any between a faggot and an object ?

Thank you for writing in, brother!

I’m proud of you for embracing your truth and exploring the many facets of it! I highly recommend chastity before you start exploring elsewhere, just because the things you learn from that help with everything else.

As far as “object” goes, I don’t consider it to be a realistic goal. Nobody can just be a “table” or a “coat rack” for the rest of their lives. More realistic are the many layers of slavery that can be achieved with the right Master. I’ve known faggots who were pure slaves locked away in cages when not in use, denied clothing, etc.

So there are many ways to go. Just try chastity first.

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Hi Sam —

This isn’t so much a question as it is an announcement/reminder of the truth of hierarchy. I’ve been experimenting with chastity for a while now but haven’t combined it with serving men (I guess I was just practicing with myself, getting comfortable). Anyway, tonight I met up with this amazing Black alpha. He had the body of a Greek god and his cock with perfect – 8″ and not too thick. I worshipped his pecs and abs before dropping to my knees and nursing on this amazing cock.

Like a good fag, I stayed locked and wore a jockstrap to contain myself. He fucked me relentlessly and now I’m sitting here feeling this weird feeling I haven’t felt in a while, and it hit me: he cunted me. I’m in such deep subspace right now and I feel a mix of sorrow and yearning for him. Maybe it’s because this was the first time I was fucked while in chastity, but it feels like it just hit me harder than ever before.

Is this what its like to be fucked in chastity?

Thank you for writing to me, brother!

I’m so proud of you for taking chastity seriously! It’s a huge step in the progress of a faggot (I actually wish I had been put into chastity 30 years ago!), and yes, it does affect how you process your sexual service! It heightens your senses and mental state, and deepens your submission better than any bottle of poppers ever could.

These qualities are vital for a true cunting to occur, mainly because you’re totally focused on your hole while being fucked. The sensations of every stroke reverberate through the body with greater intensity. It’s like strong strums of a guitar inside a large metal space. Eventually the vibrations compound until they reach critical mass.

I think you experienced something like that with this black Alpha.

First of all, congratulations on being able to serve that black Alpha. They’re amazing Kings, aren’t they? He no doubt appreciated being served by a serious faggot in chastity! I’m wondering if you were fully cunted, because you didn’t describe many of the traditional cunting symptoms that occur during the act of getting fucked. Maybe you left that out, though.

What you DID describe is something I call “The Void”. I wrote about that HERE. Now, cunting and “the void” are intimately related, so perhaps you WERE cunted. But you’re definitely describing the void, a feeling I STILL have that I connect to certain Alphas who’ve fucked and cunted me. When Alphas describe our pussies as “hungry”, this void is exactly why. The void makes our pussies ache to be filled again and again.

Chastity only intensifies that feeling … deepens it.

I sincerely hope you’re going to serve that black King again! Thanking him for cunting and voiding you might be a great way to trigger his ego and make him feel like a god! Try it!

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I’m 19, gay, and I’ve been thinking about this more and more lately and wanted to hear from people who might understand.

I grew up with my single dad  who is in his mid 40s and older brother who is 21. My dad played college football back in the day and even now he still has that presence. Tall, broad shoulders, built, confident without trying. My brother took after him almost exactly. Same height, same frame, same way people just seem drawn to him.

Growing up I always idolized them and tried to emulate them, but it wasn’t really until I was in highschool that I realized we weren’t really the same. I held out for a growth spurt and some excess confidence that never came.

They are both very supportive of me even when I came out as gay (my dad even told me he fooled around in college), but I just realized even without the gay part people would never see me the way that they see them.

It seemed like girls and guys always orbited my brother, he was the quarter back on the football team. My dad never seemed to chase attention but somehow always had women chasing after him, even cause a minor scandal when he was caught with my friends mom who was married. My brother’s the same. He doesn’t really try and still people want to be around him. Even other guys seem to naturally defer to him.

Then there’s me.

I’m short. Skinny. Never athletic. I’m gay, which I don’t think caused it, but it made me notice dynamics differently. I’m not intimidating, not dominant, not the guy people look at when he walks into a room. I’ve always felt more comfortable observing than leading. I think if it weren’t for my brother I probably would have been fucked with a lot more in school. The football team kind of acted like a squad of bully’s but they wouldn’t do anything if it was against him.

For a long time I thought I’d eventually grow into being like them. But lately I’ve accepted I’m just not built for that role. I found your website looking to alpha males and honestly I think I’m a faggot.

Not in a self-hating way. More like realizing some people seem naturally suited to being the center of gravity and others aren’t.

I look at my dad and brother and think, these are alphas. Since the house was just guys, it was always pretty bro-y. We’d hang out in just in our underwear, rough house, talk in rude and gross ways.

Honestly, a big part of my gay awakening was when I was in middleschool and I guess all my dad’s underwear was dirty because he wasn’t in his usual underwear, he was just hanging out naked. I hadn’t grown pubes yet, and had never seen a grown man’s dick. I was in awe at the hair, his size, and even the smell that filled the room. I asked him why mine wasn’t like that and he said when I became a man, mine would grow to be like his (not even close).

Ever since then I have since around then loved smelling their underwear whenever I get the chance.

Anyways, this leads up to the main reason I am writing in. My brother went to school out of state 3 years ago, but I started going to a local community college so for the past few years it’s just been me and dad.

This Saturday, we were watching a movie and he was drinking a bit. Shooting the shit like usual. Out of no where he asked me if I was bottom? I took a second to process that he’d ask me something like that. I told him that I haven’t had an experiences other than oral, but that I think so. He said he figured and grinned a little bit while he sipped his beer. That offended me a little bit and he asked him why. He asked if I thought I was always sneaky grabbing his dirty underwear out of the hamper. I was probably as red as a tomato I was so embarrassed. “You could always just ask, bud” and he chuckled a bit  and grabbed his bulge. He was just wearing tighty whities. I was so flustered I couldn’t think of how to respond, I was embarrassed that I knew what I was doing, embarrassed that he could tell I was a bottom. I just turned my head toward the movie but honestly could not take in any of the information.

I don’t know how many he had, but he was definitely feeling it. He pulled out his giant veiny dick and said “You can always come straight to the source”. I had never seen it hard and it was like a pornstar’s. I was in shock but then he was even clearer “You can suck on it if you want”. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I got on my knees in front of him. He kept chuckling. I put his tip in my mouth and start sucking. I knew the scent and taste so well from his underwear but it was stronger and triggered something it me. Tried to get my lips to the base but I couldn’t so I just sucked on the top half and worked the base with my hands. He must have been needed it because he came in my mouth after about 2 minutes. I swallowed. It was amazing. But suddenly the reality that I just sucked my dad’s dick. He patted me on the head and said I was a good boy, while he put it back in his underwear.

I was full of excitement, and horror, and his cum. It was my ultimate fantasy but now I wondered what this meant for our family. He just turned back to the movie but I ran to my room. Furiously masturbated and then went to sleep.

When I woke up I could still taste his musk. And at first I savored it before getting in my head again and hoping he was too drunk and wouldn’t remember it.

When I went downstairs he was already up and had made coffee. So I was pretty sure he wasn’t so drunk he wouldn’t remember. My fear was confirmed when he asked why I ran off so quick last night. I was horrified but we had a good and incredibly embarrassing conversation. He said he had used lots of boys like me in college. I shouldn’t be ashamed of who I am. That we were in this together and that we could both help each other out. He said it was completely up to me but that he could tell by how quickly I got on my knees that I’d want more. We had a pretty normal lazy Sunday after that but my mind keeps racing.

Do you have any advice? Have you heard of other alpha fathers using their faggot sons? Is this natural?

My little brother, thank you for writing to me!

I must admit, I’m a little disappointed in myself. I’ve been at this so long and have had so many really crazy true stories that I feel like I should’ve seen that wild plot twist in your experience coming a mile away! I can only imagine how you felt and how confused you must be right now!

Let me answer this in “reverse”. Yes, I’ve covered multiple “Alpha Father sexually uses his faggot son” scenarios over the 11-year lifespan of this site. I’ve never seen any turn out negatively; in fact, quite the opposite! In possibly the most remarkable example, God Alpha Dino used (and occasionally still does use) his faggot son Jimmy. Their stories can be found in the right sidebar or by following the links I’ve provided.

The world condemns such relations between fathers and sons, of course, but hierarchy doesn’t operate within the narrow parameters of “moral values”. Hierarchy distills relationships (especially male relationships) into the pure animal instincts found within the power and dominance. At that level, your Dad ceases to be your father and simply transforms into a feral and dominant Alpha with needs that supersedes yours as the faggot programmed to satisfy them.

It’s that instinctive wiring we all have that caused your Dad to understand what you are and pull out his dick, and the instinctive wiring in you that caused you to immediately kneel and service him. Can you see that, feel that, understand that? I bet you can, and I bet your Dad can, too.

That’s why I don’t consider this situation to be “wrong”. You and your Dad are simply two males fulfilling roles you were born to play hierarchically.

It’s not surprising that your Dad used faggots in school. Many straight Alphas do. I’ve been the “first faggot” to multiple straight Alphas, so I can say it with confidence that straight Alphas possibly understand best how to use and train faggots because they are typically more in-touch with pure, unfettered masculinity. Your Dad has likely known what you are for a long time, but like any great Alpha he watched over your development and acted only when he felt it was the right time to teach you these important hierarchical lessons.

In some ways, having a Dad who is also a Master is the best situation for young faggots. Your Dad can train you with love and care, something that isn’t always guaranteed out in the world. Your Dad can strengthen your self-esteem, something lacking in many faggots. This will help you make better choices so that your precious gift of submissive service isn’t wasted on unworthy pretenders.

There is no better example of this than Jimmy. Master Dino’s use of his faggot son and the training he’s provided him has made Jimmy into one of the strongest faggots I know, and Jimmy is constantly overjoyed by the privilege he has serving both his God Alpha father and his two Alpha brothers (again, I strongly encourage you to read those threads).

I hope my answer covers your initial concerns, little brother. I know you’re reeling from all of this, but sharing these feelings with your Dad will help him understand how to guide you. I would really like you to share this post with him so he can read what you wrote and how I responded. You are, after all, his faggot … so he should be involved in any influences on you.

I’m always here if you need me. Please feel free to write to me anytime!

Love,

sam the faggot

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Hi sam–Do you like true crime? I found a documentary you and your readers might find interesting. It’s a missing persons case with a stunning alpha/faggot twist. A cautionary tale for wealthy faggots. Here it is:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYyZJGbwzU8

Thank you for writing in!

Well, I watched the YouTube video you attached in your question, and I didn’t really see an Alpha/fag situation. It is certainly a cautionary tale about wealthy faggots, which I’ve seen examples of in my life. Faggots are already damaged and not born for the limelight or for any kind of power/wealth, and when they get any of it they seem to be almost psychotic (see: Liberace). I’ll admit that I sometimes worry about these Alphas who meet up with some of these wealthy fags.

But anyway, thanks for sharing the video!

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Hey Sam, I am a long-time follower of your account, on account of me finding submission and domination very hot since I figured out my sexuality. But I always had issues with your treating Hierarchy as a philosophy, since I’ve tended to think it’s an (no offence) eminently fascistic way of thinking. I don’t think anyone is superior to anyone else and thus seeing it as a reality has really shocked me.

however, I just had an experience that made me very confused. Mostly I don’t think I can see it in any other way that through the lens of Hierarchy.

Today I was at the sauna. I am not a regular – I don’t know what called me there. But oh; what an experience. When I got there I went down to the area with an actual sauna, and after a while of fooling around settled into a thin corridor where people sat and jacked off watching each other. Slowly, I saw people’s eyes converging on me. I am reasonably good looking, but no smoke show; my cock is on the big size and kind of thick, but it’s not anything to write home about. I guess I just radiated an aura because slowly people started to converge around me. One was sucking me off, one was worshipping my legs, another one on my nipples, another one on my armpit. I was showered in male attention, and encouraged to take my pick. If I as much as gestured to anyone looking, they would come in to worship me, and one of the ones at my feet would take a break. What I would perceive as minor Alphas would send guys my way to kneel before Me and watch as I fuxked their throats better than they ever could.

This is all just a supremely hot night with the fags at a London sauna, there is nothing new to it. What really caught me was the feeling I had. I did not just feel turned on, or even particularly hot in a way I generally would. Rather, I just felt a wave of fulfillment carrying over me, like feeling that was where I Belonged, at the adoring jokes of my worshippers.

I don’t get how this really fits into your framework, since I used to be a total bottom until about two years ago. I’ve become almost exclusively a top since (I still bottom now and then), and I’ve developed a bit of a dominating streak. I really enjoy pushing a fag to its limits and seeing how much I can own them. But still, it’s not something that initially came naturally to me.

How does this fit into your mindset? Would love to know. You’ve given me many a jack-off in my life.

Master, thank you so much for writing in and sharing your powerful account!

Yes, I called you Master!

Your experience fits EXACTLY into what I’ve always taught about hierarchy! You are a typical example of what I’ve come to call a “latent Alpha”. I think I might be the only person in the world who understands better than I do. I’ve catalogued between 5-10 cases of latent Alphahood over the 11 years of this site.

Latent Alphas are natural-born Alphas who, for whatever reason (usually childhood trauma), end up being manipulated or choosing to be a bottom/faggot. These latent Alphas are usually quite unhappy as bottoms/faggots, and that’s because that’s not who they were born to be! These latent Alphas wear submission like a cheap, ill-fitting suit that never feels completely comfortable or fulfilling.

Eventually the true Alpha buried inside them forces its way to the surface, and the newly-freed Alpha experiences something brand new: peace and fulfillment!

Master, you were born Alpha. In fact, I’m already suspecting that you were born to be a God Alpha based on how other Alphas were deferring to you out of respect! There’s simply no other way to look at this.

That feeling of “fulfillment” and “belonging” you describe is EXACTLY how other latent Alphas felt once they were freed from the submissiveness forced on them in the past. Master, you’re now freed as well! It’s like finally reaching your home after being lost for many years. It’s a deep sense of purpose that washes over you knowing that you’re finally in the right place!

I’m sure that you are seeing the world very differently now. Everywhere you go, you’ll start noticing how people treat you as you go through your day. You’ll see their submissiveness to you, their eagerness to please you. These are the subtle, subconscious signals of hierarchy that only very powerful Alphas induce in inferiors. They may have been there all along, but you never noticed it before because your mind wasn’t tuned to that frequency.

Thankfully, you’re wide awake now!

I’m so happy for you, Master! The world was always meant to be yours, and now you can claim it all!

Please feel free to write back and let me know how this message lands with you and how you’re progressing!

Yours,

sam the faggot

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling a gay marriage that has blossomed into a hierarchical union between a faggot named Dean and his husband. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

For gay couples, discovering hierarchical truth usually leads to two outcomes: (1) the couple adjusts to that truth, and the dynamic shifts into its proper place, or (2) they break up. Hierarchy is too radical for many couples to sustain the relationship; the centrifugal force often tears apart the delicate fabric of the relationship unless there is real love holding it together.

Fortunately, it sounds like the marriage between Dean the faggot and his Master/husband is still holding up under hierarchical stress.

When we last heard from Dean, he had just endured the ultimate “punishment”, what I call The Nuclear Option. He was forced to watch his Master Husband fuck another faggot. The experience was just as traumatic for him as I remember it was for me.

Now something new has happened:

The last time I wrote to you was when my Master-Husband fucked his first professional faggot in front of me and forced me to watch. Although it was a shocking and painful experience, it made me realise that our relationship would never be the same and that I had to accept the natural inequalities between us: I am his, but he is not mine, and he has a biological need to spread his seed. Since I had this realisation, I started embracing his alphahood and his need to fuck other faggots to continue ascending. His main source of faggots so far has been the gym, and he often texts me during his workouts ordering me to prepare the room for him to bring them and breed them immediately. I have sensed that this new dynamic has improved his confidence and raised his libido (I even think that he fucks me more often than when we were monogamous!).

One of the most rewarding experiences happened last week. I have recently made a new friend at my pilates classes, Gio. I normally don’t get close to other guys for respect to my Master-Husband, but Gio is very feminine and it was obvious that he would not find him a threat. I told my Master about this new friendship as soon as I got home. He requested seeing a photo of him and it was obvious that he liked what he saw, because he suggested that I should invite Gio over after my next class. We had a few drinks together, and after a while my Master took down his pants out of nothing and asked us to suck him. You should have seen how red Gio got! We both obeyed, and my Master ended up fucking both of us in the sofa while we were holding hands. It was so powerful to witness how he made Gio submit without preparation and with a single order!

I want to continue being useful for my Master, so I would love to help him find other faggots to make him ascend. Do you have some tips of how I can identify and recruit other faggots for my Master? I was lucky that Gio is very openminded and familiar with the hierarchy, but other subs might need some more convincing. I know that you have the Letter to an Alpha on your website. Do you have any material or letters for faggots like me seeking to introduce the hierarchy to other faggots?

Thank you Sam!

I think it’s exceptionally healthy that Dean went out and found a faggot for his Master to fuck! It’s also wonderful that Dean took part in worshiping his Master alongside this faggot. This is such a hard thing to do (Giovanni once struggled with it as well), but Dean humbling himself in this way shows his Master how dedicated he is to please him! It also teaches Dean that his Master can fuck other faggots without diminishing his own value as a partner.

This is really going to strengthen their marriage. I guarantee.

As far as finding new fags to feed to Master, I really don’t know. I’ve never gone fag-hunting! I assume you’d find them at clubs, gyms, running in the park, etc. Showing them a picture of Master will do wonders for most faggots to make a positive decision. You can always count on the sluttiness of fags!

Thank you for the update, Dean! Keep up the great work!

I work in a refugee center and there are three Arab Alpha Refugees from Syria! They grab their big bulges when I am around! How should I approach them? I feel the need to worship them!

Thank you for writing!

First of all, I thank you for the work you’re doing at that refugee center! As you may or may not know, I rescued an 18-year-old boy from Syria in 2017 at great risk and cost to both myself and him. Fortunately, it worked out eventually, and my precious Baby Boy is safe and thriving in Australia today. He is the most precious treasure in my life, a gift I will forever hold close.

The Syrian people have been brutalized by so many harsh regimes (as well as a punishing religious order) that helping them can be tricky. Baby Boy somehow kept his heart intact through all of the terror and abuse he suffered, but he was one of the fortunate few.

Hierarchically, most males in that region are conditioned to be Alphas. Of course, that doesn’t always “take”, but most of them recognize the natural order. From what I’ve come to know through this site over the years, straight Muslim Alphas have no issue using faggots as long as they can get away with it. Syria is one of the most virulently anti-gay countries in the world (Baby Boy saw gay people getting beheaded in the town square), so there is a lot of dangerous homophobia to be aware of.

Maybe try to acknowledge their bulges with your eye contact (and maybe a sly smile) the next time they’re grabbing them. This might trigger them to know what you are. This is a tricky situation (especially since this is occurring at your job), but you never know.

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This post is one restored from FWA and is part of the paid Master Nick channel here on the site.

Let’s be honest: sexual contact between Men is almost always aggressive and rough. The primal nature of Men – all violence and animal hunger – is often expressed sexually. But when a Man fucks a woman, her weaker state generally provides a check against the Beast raging within the Man; he must control himself around her in order to avoid harming her. 

But when a Man fucks another male, all stops are removed. The Man can fully express the entirety of his aggression and violence. The recipient of that aggression can often be overwhelmed, frightened, or hurt.

That power disparity is amplified exponentially within the Alpha/fag or Master/slave dynamic. Within that framework, the Alpha has all of the power, and the faggot has none. So whether the pair are exploring torture as a fetish or it’s simply a case of aggressive sex gone too far, the fact remains that the faggot is an object owned by the Alpha. 

And with ownership comes responsibility.

I say this to highlight something beautiful Master Nick did with Chin after he had to administer harsh discipline in the form of a belting. After an appropriate cooling-off period, Alpha Nick took Chin into his bedroom. There, on the bed, he held Chin tightly in his muscular arms while gently stroking Chin’s hair “just like you would do to a dog.” Alpha Nick repeatedly reassured Chin that he was “a good faggot” in soothing tones. 

This beautiful aftercare had the desired effect of rejuvenating Chin. If Chin had a tail like a dog, it would’ve been wagging happily after such tenderness and concern from his Master. That is the true power of aftercare.   

Good Alphas and Masters instinctively understand the need for this in a faggot’s life. Master Nick is a STRAIGHT MALE, yet he grasps the fundamental need for such care given that he owns these faggots. That is a quality only the most incredible Men on Earth appreciate and practice. 

Here are some ways aftercare can be administered:

PHYSICAL

• Holding each other
• Light touching, stroking
• Gentle massage
• Replenishing food and/or drink
• Loving sex

EMOTIONAL

• Discussions of feelings over what happened
• Expressions of care and devotion
• Uplifting music

As leaders, Kings, and gods, Men have a special responsibility – tend to the needs of the little ones, the weak and vulnerable possessions in their care. This is especially true of the faggots serving them. The faggot surrenders all of itself to the glory of their Owner and, like a faithful dog, seeks only its Master’s approval.

A wise Man uses aftercare to deepen the faggot’s devotion to service and give it the strength to continue to serve!      

This is a post from the restored thread of Master Nick in the new paid content area HERE.

When Men discover and comprehend the great power Nature bestowed upon them, a choice must be made. It’s a difficult choice, one that should involve sober reflection and consideration. It all hinges on a deeply personal question:

How should a Man use his power?

We live in a world where so many Men use their power for terrible things; shocking acts of violence, greed, hatred, and terror. They lash out in hideous ways against the innocent and weak simply because they can. 

These types of Alphas (if they can properly even be called such) are what Sir Titus once called “destroyer Alphas.” These are Alphas who employ their strength and Hierarchical status to intimidate, harass, bully, crush, and harm those defenseless inferiors cowering in terror around them. 

The BDSM fetish community is rife with destroyer Alphas. These sadists relish the pain they inflict on the faggots and females they enslave. They like the breakdown of the human spirit, the inhuman cries of their afflicted victims, and the physical marks their form of domination leaves on the bodies of lesser humans. 

Many Alphas begin their Alphahood as destroyer Alphas. It’s the nature of young Manhood, sowing their oats and testing the limits of their powers. They often move in packs at that stage, pushing each other to deeper and darker depths of depravity. They use people at will, reveling in the easy submission of the weak and helpless. They bask in the worship and respect their aggressive dominance commands. 

But after this early stage of Alpha development, the cream separates from the milk, and a new class of Alpha emerges – Protector Alphas. These are Alphas whose inherent sense of goodness, fairness, and duty override the base instincts powering destroyer Alpha tendencies. 

Protector Alphas are real-life superheroes.

They gladly accept the worship and submissive service of those faggots and females they own, but each one in their care feels safe and appreciated. A Protector Alpha seeks to stabilize and support those serving Him even during the deepest moments of submission. 

A Protector Alpha will look across a road, see an injustice, and move to act. A Protector Alpha is the first one running into a burning building, or assisting the elderly, or stopping cruel acts against minorities and the weak. They take up the cause of righteousness in their strong arms and carry it to completion.  

When I say that Alphas are gods, I’m specifically talking about these Protector Alphas. Protector Alphas are the very best a Man can be, the purest distillation of Masculinity.

I have largely served Protector Alphas in my life. I credit this long time serving Protector Alphas with some of my sense of self-worth despite being a faggot. These great Men used me thoroughly, of course, but they always took time to reassure me that I was valuable property or provide aftercare when things got rough. Even just a “good boy” from a Protector Alpha makes a world of difference to a faggot.

For the longest time on this blog I couldn’t find many examples of Protector Alphas, because sites in this community typically favor destroyer Alphas. There were some standout examples, though – @natural-hung-bull, @straightalphamike, @firstamongmen, @alphaexploits, @alpha-dade, @thealphatank​ – but they were hard to find.

But recently I have uncovered some spectacular Protector Alphas out in the wild. The best examples are Master Nick and Master Nikola, the straight gods in Toronto who own four live-in faggots. Yes, they use their faggots thoroughly. However, their faggots all know their service is appreciated and they have the protection of their owners at all times. These two Protector Alphas paid large sums of money to rescue their faggot Lee from the homophobia of his father. Master Nick recently rescued his faggot Yul from a homophobic attack on campus.  

Master Nick and Master Nikola are two of the greatest Protector Alphas I’ve ever known. The example of their lives should inspire other Alphas to raise their game and become better than the base instincts of ordinary Men.

Then, of course, are the examples of two more Protector Alphas I’ve featured here recently – Sir Rob and his teen Alpha son Master Kyle. My Master Sir Rob used his outstanding wisdom and respect for the masculine institution of Alphahood to seek out faggots in order to train his son properly. Every time I speak with Sir Rob, a shiver ripples through my body just from his words and how he expresses his deep knowledge of Alphahood and his own power. He is magical. The faggots who serve him will never fear or be left feeling like a discarded cumrag.

But it’s Master Kyle that is a real jewel currently being carved from the rock Alpha Manhood. I recently mentioned to Sir Rob that his son was still in the “destroyer” phase of his Alphahood, and while he didn’t disagree (after all, Master Kyle is currently leveling cities with his rut like some sort of big-dicked Godzilla), he cautioned that Master Kyle’s age likely had something to do with it. He sees great promise in his son, and I do as well.

To that end, I want to relate a story Master Kyle shared with me:

When I was younger, in my first year of high school, there was this kid in my grade at school. He was your stereotypical “gay kid” you know. Very girly, but very shy. I was not very close with him but I knew him. He was very sweet, a very good guy. But he always had this group of three boys, always on him, laughing of him, sometimes beating him up. One day, they made him cry outside, because they were laughing of him and his mother. ( His mother was sick and had no hair) That was too much for me. I confronted the guys, and as always I ended up in a fight. I beat up the leader and another before a teacher could arrive and separate us. I got detention. At the end of my detention, the gay kid was waiting for me. He thanked me and hugged me. They never bothered him again. Every time I saw him at school, he’d always say hi and give me a warm smile.He finally moved to another state. I remember that today and realized that it was my alphahood speaking again, telling me how to act. Even when I didn’t know, it was there, deep in me.

Then Master Kyle added this:

I always had this feeling in my stomach whenever I saw something not right or an injustice. Was it my alphahood speaking?

Indeed, it was, and speaking loud and clear!

Protector Alphas like these four Men are simply the greatest beings on the earth. They are the reasons why faggots submit their lives to serve them, why we gladly debase ourselves to satisfy their every whim and desire. These are the gods worthy of worship and praise, worthy of any sacrifice or pain in their service. 

These four Men specifically have humbled me so deeply that I have decided to finally go into chastity for the very first time. To honor their greatness. To acknowledge their vast superiority over not only me, but also over all of those destroyer Alphas pretending to take their thrones. 

By locking up my useless clit, I salute these greatest Alphas and their Manhood. What an honor it is to serve Protector Alphas! 

To the destroyer Alphas out there, look at these examples and learn to use your power for good, not evil!

To all Protector Alphas, I say THANK YOU for being the true Kings of the Earth! 

The following post is part of a thread following a 26-year-old straight Alpha engineer who has discovered his new, younger roommate named Samuel is a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

A couple of days ago I received an experience from a 26-year-old straight Alpha in my Questions From Readers inbox. You can read it by CLICKING HERE. In it, the Alpha (later naming himself Master Stretch) told me about a younger male from his company who was staying at his place temporarily. This younger male, another engineer named Samuel, was voluntarily doing domestic chores around the house, and this alerted Master Stretch to the fact that Samuel might be a faggot.

So he asked me for advice on the situation. I was sure Samuel was a faggot, but I didn’t know how he might react if Master Stretch suddenly or aggressively made a move to use him. So I advised Master Stretch to take the course I once advised straight Master Jin to take with his faggot roommate Chin years ago.

Well, what do you know? It worked like a charm!

Follow up on the fag: When he finished his cleaning after work today, I asked him to grab me a Modelo from the fridge. He did it without hesitation.

That led to a conversation. I asked whether he’d enjoyed being my domestic faggot for the past couple of weeks. He immediately pushed back on the label, but admitted that he genuinely likes the living situation and likes feeling useful around the house.

I pointed out that he’d basically been acting like a housewife without ever being asked. We ended up talking for quite a while about why he had taken on so many household responsibilities voluntarily.

What surprised me was that, even though he still hated the word, he admitted that he enjoys having clear expectations and a defined role. He said he likes knowing what’s expected of him and likes feeling useful when he takes care of things.

At one point he told me he’d stop looking for an apartment if he could keep staying in the basement under the same arrangement. He said he likes living here, likes being useful, and likes the routine we’ve settled into. He still rolled his eyes every time I called him a faggot, but he didn’t seem nearly as interested in arguing about it as he was at the start of the conversation.

I should also be clear that while we work for the same company, I am not his supervisor.

Awesome!

I must admit I was a little bit annoyed that Samuel resisted being referred to as a “faggot”. I have no doubt that Samuel loved being called that, but it’s just part of a silly defensive system faggots put up in order to get through everyday life.

However, any successful faggot needs to overcome such reflexive defense mechanisms. Instead, we must embrace that term and its meaning. I’m not saying that ever faggot needs to be militant or “out and proud” about being a faggot as I and others are, but there must be at least an internal acceptance of that purpose. Otherwise, how will one be ready when an opportunity like this one arrives??

Fortunately, Master Stretch has had dealings with faggots in the past when he was a wrestler in school, so he knew to keep up the pressure on Samuel.

And that worked!

I was speaking with Master Stretch late tonight on the Discord and he added this:

He’s already more of a faggot that I realized. When I came back from my lift he was cleaning in a jockstrap. I had him keep his face in my crotch while I was drinking, smoking my cigar, and watching tv. Since he’s involved with my work I wanted to make sure I really got control before doing anything explicitly sexual but I’m going to start using his throat. Wasn’t resisting it when I called him a faggot today lmao. He just needs a strong hand.

Then Master Stretch, apparently too horny to resist, decided to take action:

Think I messaged you about using some faggots in school when I was in wrestling. Mostly got head but I did fuck one of the more submissive ones a few times. In retrospect I definitely cunted him. He started driving me around everywhere and buying me food and shit, and I want to control Sam on the same. I have always taken advantage of weaker guys around me. And in a wrestling environment that was really already about dominating other men, it did just feel natural to use weaker guys. And it’s easy to suss out who is who in that environment.

Was planning to ease him into it a bit, but I’m getting pent up thinking about it again, I’m going to go down there and use his throat!

A little while later I received this message:

Lighting up another cigar, he definitely struggled on it but I guess not too much, because he said “thank you sir” after I unloaded down his throat lmao. I don’t think he knew what was going on at first because he was sleeping and I woke him up with my cock in his face and told him him open his faggot mouth.

That’s how it’s done!

Alphas don’t ever need permission or even the suggestion of such before they take what they want from a faggot. In fact, Alphas taking charge in this manner strengthens hierarchy by forcing its application and teaching inferiors their place. Deep down, every faggot knows that they exist to serve the needs of Men, but too many faggots have mental and emotional blocks preventing them from submitting entirely.

Those blocks must be kicked in.

Master Stretch went downstairs and fed his new faggot the first of many loads. There’s no doubt that the faggot slept much better now that it has its purpose and a belly full of Alpha cum!

This is exactly how it was meant to be!

I’m a 26-year-old engineer who moved up quickly and recently became a senior engineer at my firm. A junior engineer straight out of school joined the company and was given a relocation package that covered a hotel for two weeks while he looked for an apartment.

At the end of those two weeks, he still hadn’t found a place. Since I have a finished basement close to the office, I offered to let him stay there and pay me rent. He’s been living with me for about two weeks now.

What has surprised me is how naturally a dynamic seems to be developing. Without me asking, he’s started cleaning the house after work, doing laundry, washing dishes, and generally taking care of domestic chores. He seems genuinely eager to be useful and appreciative of having a stable place to live.

He’s younger, smaller, and much less established professionally than I am, and the whole situation has me wondering about the line between landlord, mentor, boss, and something more.

I actually found your podcast while looking for discussions about straight men making use of willing gay boys for domestic service. It got me thinking about whether the arrangement should simply continue as it is, or whether there is value in explicitly defining what is already happening rather than leaving everything unspoken.

If a boy seems happiest taking care of the home and being useful to the man providing for him, is there any reason not to acknowledge that directly? How would you approach a conversation about stopping the apartment search and making him explicitly a live in faggot. How should I take advantage of this situation?

Master, thank you so much for writing! This is an extraordinary letter!

This is not the first time the podcast has led straight Alphas to the site and eventually to the truth about hierarchy. Every time it happens, I’m just so overwhelmed with gratitude for it.

Let me just preface my advice with these hierarchical truths: hierarchically-speaking, straight Alphas deserve worship and service from every inferior, male or female. That includes sexual, domestic, and financial service. Hierarchy is not about sexuality, it’s about power, so when a straight Alpha uses a faggot sexually, it isn’t GAY because those simple labels do not apply to what is happening between an Alpha and a faggot. When a straight Alpha uses a faggot sexually, it doesn’t change the Alpha’s sexual preference. Instead, the straight Alpha experiences an unparalleled rush of power that leads to tremendous orgasms and a sense of completeness that other straight Men cannot know.

That’s a lot to take in, I realize, but it’s important to define that so we can tackle what’s going on (and what needs to happen) with the kid you have now living with you, Master.

I think you’ve already accepted the truth that your new guest is a faggot. I’m guessing by how it is behaving that it has accepted this fact about itself and is trying some of my methods to get your attention (I don’t claim to know it’s ever read my site, but it’s following my game plan to a “t”). This is great.

Here’s what I suggest, Master: tell it that you want to speak to it. When the time comes for this meeting, have it kneel before you. Commend it for the domestic work it has been performing, and that you understand why it needs to do these things. Ask it directly: “Are you a faggot?” Once it admits this, ask repeatedly: “What are you?” and make sure it openly admits that it’s a faggot. Tell it “good boy”.

Then tell it that you want to take ownership of it as your personal faggot. Ask it if that is what it wants. It will say “yes, Sir”. Have it kiss your feet. Then outline your expectations from it, and demand confirmation from it.

At this point I recommend some form of scent training exercise, Master. I don’t know what you’re comfortable with, but you can have the faggot deeply sniff your feet, pits, or dick/balls. This will cause the faggot to imprint on you.

After that, ask it again what it is. Make it say “I’m your faggot, Sir”. Then dismiss it to get back to its chores.

That is how I recommend the first initiation should go, Master.

There could be variations to this depending on how you plan to use your new faggot. If you’re planning on using it sexually, then definitely train it on the smell and feel of your cock/balls. You might feel the urge to feed it your cock/cum on the first day; you should always follow your instincts on this, Master. Nature always knows best.

But the structural approach I’ve outlined helps the faggot understand that you have expectations and it needs to obey them.

As for your everyday approach going forward, you should start outlining expected tasks as part of its duties. So far, the faggot has been doing domestic work as a “gift” in exchange for lodging. This must be mentally changed to “work as an offering to a superior Alpha”. It’s part of the purpose of every faggot.

I hope this sets you up correctly, Master. I have a feeling you have an excellent faggot residing with you, and I have no doubt you’re going to love owning it!

Please feel free to write anytime! Thank you, Master!

Yours,

sam the faggot

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Dear Sam,

I was very lucky in college to get a gorgeous Alpha for a roommate and eventually Dom who I’ll call “Tommy.” He was this beautiful olive-complexioned burly wrestler with curly dark hair and a dazzling cocky smile he flashed constantly. With a little effort, and your advice, I slowly started leading him into the idea of becoming his sub. I used wrestling as an introduction, offering to spar with him any time he wanted extra practice and when he saw how much he enjoyed tossing around and pinning down a much smaller guy, our hierarchy was set, and I was his for the next four years.

The situation was wonderful for both of us. With me tending to all of his needs, he exceled athletically and academically, and having me waiting in the room to suck him dry at every turn meant that he never fell to the typical siren songs that many young, horny, unrestrained college athletes succumbed to. I was thriving, as well, the comfort and security I got from being so fully owned did wonders for my confidence as well, and I dove headfirst into my studies and student clubs and became a regular social butterfly. Had we ever acknowledged a public relationship or let it extend past the four walls of our dorm room, we likely would have been seen as the university’s top power couple.

Sadly, we did drift apart after we graduated and started building our own careers, but kept in touch enough for me to see that he continued to thrive as well as I did. I’ve become a successful realtor and he’s launched a few successful startups and made some very profitable investments, clearly using his Alpha skills to dominate business deals the same way he used to dominate me when I laid on the floor at his feet (well, maybe not exactly the same way, although…)

Anyway, our five-year reunion recently came and went and I got to meet up with Tommy in person again. At the party, he was the same charming-bordering-on-cocky alpha he always was, with the same dazzling smile and the same wrestler’s build that stretched the seams of his business casual clothes that just always looked wrong on him (a body like that should always be standing on a plinth and covered in nothing but a single fig-leaf to be admired by the masses.) I suggested going out for a drink afterward, and he agreed. While there, I started mustering up the courage to ask the question I wanted to all night, but right before I was about to turn and ask if he wanted to have one more night of fun for old time’s sake, I turned and noticed something was… off. He seemed withdrawn, the sparkle was gone from his eyes. With a little prodding and a few more beers, I finally got him to open up. He didn’t want to say anything at the party, but I guess when you’re alone with someone who’s met your family at your graduation with a belly full of your piss before, you’re a little past playing coy. His dad had been sick for a while, and he was reaching the point where his time left was being predicted in weeks. Tommy had been caring for him full-time, by himself and suffering in silence, for a couple of years now, and the stress and grief had clearly worn him down. The reunion was the first time he’d been on a social outing in months, and his charming confident self was all an act, the same mask he put on every time he negotiated a business deal or lead a board meeting, purely instinct at that point.

Sam, it absolutely broke my heart to see Tommy this way. I’ve already decided I’m going to help him physically, both with caring for his father and getting through the next steps when the worst finally happens. Helping him mentally, however, is going to be trickier. I can see the same assertive, cocky Dom I knew back in college still buried in there, I’m just not sure of the right approach to draw him back out. Simply saying, “Hey, how about you sit on my face or I suck on your toes for a while?” seems wrong in this context, and possibly a little selfish on my part. Do you have any advice for helping to rebuild an alpha that’s this… broken?

Thank you my brother for sharing your inspirational-yet-sad story!

First of all, congratulations on the tremendous opportunity you received in college and how well you capitalized on it! Alphas sometimes need faggots to help them understand their purpose and how to satisfy the deeper needs they don’t often comprehend. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the fact that what I’ve taught here helped you make that connection with Master Tommy! So huge!

(BTW, your description of Master Tommy is almost exactly how I would describe my beloved Master Aaron! My pussy widened just reading it!)

It’s amazing that a Master and his faggots can have such a powerful bond for four years “in the trenches” of college and then drift apart, isn’t it? However, it really shows something about Master Tommy’s nature that he kept in communication with (what I assume was) his first true faggot! He’s an Alpha of great depth to match his stunning exterior!

I’m so sorry to hear for Master Tommy’s loss, my brother! Again, how Master Tommy stoically handled himself at the reunion and then with you after reveals a lot about his bravery and strength! I can see why you’ve spent so many years worshiping and serving him! He deserves it!

Your plan to assist him during this time is absolutely what I would advise, brother. Do everything for him, still treating him like a King but allowing him the space to care for what he needs to do. Don’t push for anything sexual right now. There are times (like these) when a faggot should be like a loyal dog, quietly loving and tenderly compassionate. Alphas don’t know how to express a lot of these more complex emotions during distress, so just be a lifting breeze for him until the worst has past.

I would add one suggestion: remain submissive to him. For example, if you’re sitting with him watching television, sit on the floor at his feet unless he directs you otherwise. Show him deference as an Alpha without making a whole sexualized deal about it. Asking, “Master/Sir, is there anything you need?” is an effective way to keep the proper lines of communication open.

Once this awful time has passed, I suspect that Master Tommy will look at you with a passionate gratitude that he still owns a faggot like you! Furthermore, it will deepen and strengthen his appreciation for the Alpha/faggot dynamic that has enriched his blessed life! I do really anticipate that kind of dramatic response, so look forward to it!

Thank you so much for sharing your story with me, brother! I do hope you’ll keep me updated!!!

Love,

sam the faggot

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The following post is part of a series chronicling the life of a beta male named Quinn who was manipulated by his Father-in-law, a fat former frat brother named “Big Tony”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There are a lot of difficult, troubling stories involving abuse, confusion, isolation, and despair in Hierarchy. This is natural, I suppose, given the unsympathetic power plays, selfishness, and delusion involved in such sloppy human interactions. I hate when I see lifetimes of damages caused by bad actors and decisions made without truth, honesty, or perspective.

I received such a story from a guy named Quinn. He’s a married male who was essentially manipulated and “seduced” by his wife’s father, a fat, well-hung former frat guy named Antonio (but everyone called him “Big Tony”).

The story Quinn sent me about this is so well written that I became suspicious of its origins, so I searched for references of it across the internet. However, it appears to be original. In that case, I tip my cap to Quin for crafting the story of his personal experience so well, and I apologize for being suspicious. I just don’t like to publish fiction here.

Here’s what Quinn shared with me (after the jump, because it’s long):

Sam, Do you know of any faggots who have met or been approached by an alpha because the fag was wearing one of your hierarchy shirts — like the one that says “faggot” or “locked” or with the hierarchy logo. I keep wondering what would happen if I wore a T-shirt that proclaimed I was a faggot and went to places where straight alphas would be — or even just on the street.

Thank you for the question!

Yes, some of the shirts I sold in the store definitely worked well. Here were the most effective:

I heard some stories about faggots wearing the “faggot” tee shirt (the #1 seller on the store) out at places and getting action (same with the “locked” shirt), but nothing compared to the stories I received from faggots who wore the “NO RECIP” shirt. One faggot told me that the shirt led to at least seven service opportunities right after purchasing it!

I honestly should’ve made the line a lot sluttier and “in your face”, but I was trying as best as I could to be suggestive while also retaining socially-acceptable standards so they could be worn anywhere.

I think I have different plans for the Hierarchy brand. Something more upscale. We’ll see.

The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I think most faggots become apprehensive when an Alpha suggests chastity. There’s this distinct and somewhat terrifying feeling of helplessness that washes over them, as if they’re about to be tossed off a cliff and into an abyss, lost forever.

But here’s the surprise: chastity actually does the opposite. Yes, the faggot’s sex organs are tossed off a cliff, so to speak, but instead of falling into an abyss, the faggot finally learns to FLY.

Chastity is such a useful tool to get a faggot to accept its truth and more deeply experience what it was born to know: that it was never meant to be a Man, never meant to use its penis like Men, and never meant to penetrate or reproduce like Men.

Titouan is a faggot who was definitely born a faggot and embraced that purpose from a young age. Chastity is a natural progression for him. Until now, Titouan hasn’t really been confronted by that as a permanent possibility, but now that he’s owned by a kinky, straight, married Alpha, that possibility is looking more like a reality:

Hello, I hope everything is ok on your side. Very hot in France these days. I went to pool, exciting for me as twink and young faggot, seeing other boys and men in speedos (only authorised swimwear in most french pools). Just moments of humiliation when some other boys have big bulges in their speedos and luv the girls to look at them,  I have not the same and some call me petite bite (tiny dick) and make fun, but true they are in a different category and I admire them.

Fortunately my Alpha straight Daddy just sent me a message, he wants me tomorrow afternoon in his secret second apartment in Paris. I must bring the chastity cage he made me buy, he writes “demain je  la fixe” which means tomorrow he’s going to lock it on my little dick. I suppose he may keep the key when he will send me back home. I know it won’t be seen under the boyish white briefs (as on the above title picture) I must wear, means no pb if my sisters at home or other boys in sport lockerroom see me in underwear (except they laugh at my whities but this not new).

My Alpha Daddy told me it’s fair rule a young faggot like me has to wear chastity and feel humiliation and frustration, pleasure being reserved for real men. I know he is right, big frustration yes, very jealous of other boys, but at same time I luv to feel  so much his superiority as Alpha straight and mature Male, and my place as twink who has to serve superior men like him.

He also sends me other videos showing my duties , I luv them as I must do the same, do you think they are good examples ?

Here is the video Titouan’s Master sent him:

You can hear Titouan’s nervousness in his message, and I get it. But ultimately, the humiliation he already feels wearing his tighty-whiteys and his little boy pee-pee around other guys can’t be any worse by wearing a cage. In fact, I think Titouan wearing a chastity cage will only make straight males that see it better understand his purpose and use him more. There have been plenty of experiences just like that documented on this site.

So I encourage Titouan to be proud of his Master putting him in permanent chastity, and use it to his advantage. There’s so much education Titouan can provide these other straight Men and Alphas who are curious about why he wears his cage, and what it means to be a faggot!

I’ve come to the realization that I can only submit to straight alphas. I only feel humiliated by them. I only want to be cucked or feel cucked by them.

if a gay alpha did the same thing then I wouldn’t care or feel anything . Why?

Thanks for writing, brother!

This is a pretty common issue among faggots (I had the same issue in my younger years). We faggots grow up fantasizing about serving straight Alphas that we knew growing up. Their carefree power was intoxicating to us, so naturally when we got a bit older we carried over that fetishizing of straight Alphas.

This is a shame, because gay Alphas understand faggots much better, and more importantly, know how to TRAIN faggots. The only real issue I have with gay Alphas is a lot of older gay Alphas want to be a little more reciprocal or fetishy (surprise!) because they’re gay. However, I think younger gay Alphas are much more likely to be just as dominant and non-reciprocal as straight Alphas, to the point that you cannot tell the difference between them.

Just know that this conditioning is preventing you from experiencing the depth and breadth that the entire Alpha fraternity offers if you only want to serve straight Alphas while disparaging gay Alphas.

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I took your advice. I was being used by my alpha and he suddenly got up and said “I gotta piss” then I proceeded to kneel and suck his soft cock. No piss.

was that not clear? Another time I followed him to the bathroom and he said “I’ll stop you at piss kink” I jokingly responded “piss kink? I just like bothering you”

now what ?

Thanks for the follow-up (I guess?), although I couldn’t find the previous advice I gave you.

Frankly, I think you did the wrong thing with those to examples you provided me.

In the first example, your Alpha said he had to piss and you knelt to suck his soft cock. Is that necessarily supposed to tell him to piss in your mouth? It could simply be taken by him as you just wanting to suck his dick. Why wouldn’t you kneel and tell him you’re willing to swallow his piss?

In the second example, you turned your “offer” into a joke. You should never do that. Kneeling beside the toilet and simply saying, “Sir, may I drink your piss?” would be direct and a vastly better approach.

Your Alpha is not a mind reader, nor does he understand the depth of our need to be of service to them. He’s not your buddy … he’s your Alpha. Treat him with serious respect, but also help him understand how to better own you. That requires honest, direct communication, not games.

Try again.

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