I am an Alpha Male who has bred cunted and owed fags for a while. This is a wonderful site. Truthful and enlightening. I have a two part question.
Part One – I have had fags rim me and it is always thrilling. Knowing a fag is back there running his tongue over my asshole gives me power that is unmatched. However I have noticed a trend were Alpha Males are rimming the fags they are using. What are they getting out of rimming the fag? Does the fag get excited about this? Should this be something I give to the fags I use?
Part Two – I have one fag that has been with me for six years now. I have noticed that it’s pussy has taken on more of a slit look (like a woman’s pussy) over the years rather then a round hole like mine. Is this something you see happen to fags? Does this happen all the time? Over time or are there fags that just have that look?
Hope you can give me some answers. Master Beck
Master Beck, it’s a profound honor to have you on the site and sharing your experiences with the world! I’m sorry about the delay in my response, Master! I’ve been dealing with an extraordinary and absolutely unwarranted life situation. One more month to go!
Let me answer both intriguing questions at once:
1. I’m glad that you mentioned the unparalleled power you receive from having your asshole licked, Master! I’ve been telling straight Alphas that very thing for decades, and every one who tries it tells me it changes their life!
I think Alphas lick their faggots’ pussies for the same reason why they lick female pussy: it prepares the hole for penetration. For a faggot, that preparation could be critical depending on the size of the Alpha’s cock.
2. Of course faggots love to have their pussies licked, but for different reasons. It feels good, but it also humbles the faggot. It reminds them of their place. I know I get embarrassed when an Alpha licks me, because i feel like I don’t deserve that.
Faggot pussies do develop slit-like contours after extended use. I wrote about it in a post titled “Boy Pussy.” You can read that here: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/boy-pussy/
Master, again i thank you for writing to me! I’d love to talk to you in more detail! You can write me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com!
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!
Chastity isn’t meant to be laugher and rainbows. It’s not a vacation. It’s meant to cause discomfort during its initial stages, eventually easing into a low hum of constant reminders of a fag’s place.
It’s not generally seen as a punishment by most Alphas. It simply comes down to this: Alphas want their faggots to truly blossom into fulfilled and obedient servants. Chastity gives a faggot a real chance to meditate on its purpose without distraction.
At least, that’s the mature viewpoint. Younger faggots, on the other hand, have a hard time accepting and adjusting to chastity. Like wild ponies, young fags yearn to play freely and explore themselves. So then chastity becomes much like teaching a puppy how to go outside to pee. Faggots need training.
Even obedient young fags struggle with chastity. French fag Titouan has certainly had his difficulties with it since his straight Alpha Master imposed chastity on him a few months ago. Thankfully Titouan is an excellent fag and obedient to a fault.
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another video inspiring my straight Daddy Alpha, showing part of what he loves when he makes me come, he wants me his young faggot to lick and suck him like that.
Differences: of course it lasts much longer, the beginning is “à genoux petite pédale” (“on your knees, little faggot”), and i get some slaps when ordered to lick him, and some spanking of my butt before or after.
He removed my chastity this last time when i arrived but forbidden to touch me as long as i was at his apartment.
Back home, i had a shower, was getting out of bathroom in my t.whities when my sisters arrived with one of their highschool friends, laughed at me, humiliating, i did not answer. I felt so inferior to most other boys and so jealous of them who have big bulge in their manly undies and get sucked when they want by girls or by faggots like me. But i know it is fair hierarchy, i know i’m lucky a straight Alpha Daddy chose me, i know my place is to serve him and other real males. In the evening i locked door of my room and could wank at last. Now waiting for another call of my Alpha next week.
I’m really curious as to why Master left Titouan unlocked. Maybe he was just being kind. Or perhaps he was rewarding Titouan for being such a good boy. A lot of straight Alphas don’t really understand the full power of chastity, and tend to view it as an exercise or game.
Notice what Titouan did immediately after being released: he masturbated. I don’t fault him, though. He’s young and horny, after all.
I’m really glad that Titouan is receiving such regular use and instruction from his straight Master! It’s going to prove to be so useful to both of them in the long run!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a married beta-sub named Pete who was raised hierarchically by his Alpha father and grandfather, and is submissive to this three sons.CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The previous installment of Pete’s story about his family of Alpha elders and sons training him to submit properly caused a bit of a kerfuffle on X and the Hierarchy University Discord. It’s certainly controversial (I’ve never disputed that), but its subject matter really rattled some people.
I stood firm for its publication despite all of the noise. Here’s why: I’ve always intended this site to be a serious exploration of hierarchical truth, and not just a place with hot stories and porn. That’s what has ALWAYS set this site apart from virtually everything else out there. I fearlessly and relentlessly hierarchical truth first, and the thought of what is morally or socially acceptable never crosses my mind. I’m searching for the deeper forces that drive and shape us, even in the ugliest circumstances. From time to time I’ve expressed my personal revulsion over some of the stories I’ve covered … but I didn’t shy away from it.
Pete’s story is a vital, living document of how deeply hierarchy penetrates the family structure; how it can be a force of division within families that have no understanding, while also becoming a powerful binding agent in families that have this intrinsic truth embedded in them. Thankfully Pete’s family deeply respects hierarchy, so Pete’s understanding and acceptance of his faghood is being guided by family Alphas who accept him for what he is. How can I oppose that??
Like I said, the previous post went into great detail about multiple encounters he had that continue to reinforce his proper place. The following post is something of a response/update to that one.
A few thoughts and comments and follow-ups.
Coach always asks permission from my youngest son as from on Alpha peer to another. Coach is the coach with the team, and he is also on the family’s team helping to raise Danny, and his brothers, into men.
Coach speaks to Dan as man to man, Alpha to Alpha. Normal casual man to man chatting and casually asking if he, Coach, can borrow or use me. Danny doesn’t always say yes. Sometimes it is, “not right now.” And the subject is dropped. Sometimes Coach offers some faggot training and Danny agrees.
With the boys, my brother and Dad and other men it is an Alpha thing with me. Not a Top or Dominant or Master relationship, but a focus on being Men, Alpha Men and the pecking order. Never bullying or aggressive, but the practice of hierarchy.
Apart from sex, I am pretty much treated the same as always by family and family friends, but always with kind condescension. Hands on my shoulder, on my head, lower back and butt.
I went with my oldest to get new tires. He led into the garage and up to counter and how he held himself made me proud. He took control and I took my place at his side and slightly behind. He spoke and negotiated with the guy behind the counter. I was told to pay, and I did. Dave, my oldest son, told me take a seat in the waiting room while he drove his car around to the garage. While waiting, we chatted as always. When it was done the guy who did the mounting, not the guy who waited on us, came and spoke to my son and ignored me. Clearly they knew who was the Alpha man.
I found out my dermatologist is an Alpha Man and lives that reality. He asked me a couple of days ago about my being smooth from the neck down. “Your idea?” he asked. “No.” “Okay. Wife’s?” “No. My dad’s.” “Dad? Or Daddy?” “Both. The same.” “Nice. He’s a good man. You look good like this. Are you moisturizing?” “Sometimes,” I said. “You need to everyday. I’ve a sample for you,” and we went and came back with a bag of moisturizer creams. “You need to rub it in everywhere.” “Okay. Will do,” I said. “Do it now.” And squirted lotion into my hand. So I applied it everywhere and he rubbed into my back. It was non-sexual, medical, professional while at the same time emphasizing our places, he the Alpha and me not. He swatted my ass, said I was a good boy and to listen to my dad, told me to get dressed and to come back in a year.
I get told pretty often how great it is that my sons are growing into men. I’ve been asked by guys how to let their sons grow into leadership and confident men. I always tell them to let them. To encourage them. To take a step back. With some dads I’ve told them to do it side by side, bringing their sons along side as men. With a few other dads I’ve suggest that they step back and cede some control to their boys and letting them take over here and there, learning to take responsibilities. I’ve seen a few situations where the sons start to treat their dads as my sons treat me. They’re the Alphas and their dads aren’t any more. Always seems like natural sorting.
My dad’s cunting of me in front of/with my sons was less sexual than making the point that my sons were Alpha, strong males and would be strong men. And the second point was to fuck the man out of me and push me into who he believed i could and should be. His training has been really into man formation. Confidence, assurance, leadership, responsibility and kindness. He is the same with me in settling me into another space. Proud of myself, my body (muscular, lean, smooth) and an appreciation of my little (pink and cute) dick and the pleasure that men, Alpha Men (straight and gay) will enjoy. Men, Alpha Men, straight and gay, have cocks that I should be naturally attracted to (and I’ve found that I am) and should desire to please. Less love making as with a woman, and more into serving and offering pleasure to Men. I’ve always gotten favorable comments, some also mocking, my little clitty of a dick and never minded but now I am really appreciative of it being noticed and liked.
Danny, the youngest is very busy these days. Still he is very ass focused. He also takes being the man seriously with my Dad’s, brother’s, uncles’ and my grandfather’s guidance, along with the coach’s. My grandfather agrees with you about cunting. My dad, grandpa, brother and Danny were sitting by the pool and grandpa said to my son that it was important to fuck bitches hard if you want to own them. He told me to come over to him. He pulled my cheeks apart so they could see my hole, “this is what they are for. You need to fuck bitches hard. Maybe gentle at first, but if you want to own them you need to pound them hard. Real hard.” “That’s what I say, Dad,” my dad said to his. “Fuck the man out of them.” “Damn straight.” Grandpa said that he’d love to fuck such a nice cunt if he could still get it up. We all laughed.
I still wash the older boys’ car and my Dad’s.
The coach borrowed me to mow his lawn. When I went into use the bathroom, I was told to squat and pee and shit in the yard. He had me pick it up and toss into the clipping pile then he hosed off my ass, having me rub it clean and finger out any remains from my hole. I’ve cleaned out his garage, naked, the door open. No one could see anything unless they came up the driveway, which only happened once. He does like me to drink from the tap and have me replace toilet paper and to wash him. He has shared with me with another Dad whose kids have are teammates with my sons.
I still fuck around with gym buddies. I’m the only one that never tops. All the guys bottom. We spent a few days at the lake house 24/7 naked, hiking, swimming, laying in the sun, playing cards. I shaved one of the other guys smooth.
On the road trip with my brother I did get finger fucked standing at a rest area urinal. I was just wearing flip flops and shorts that I’d dropped to my ankles when a guy came in, stood next to me and wet his finger with his pee slipped it into my hole then my my mouth for spit lube then back in. Ass to mouth, spit and shit lube he fingered me and I sucked my scat off his finger. While finger fucking me, he peed into my urinal, finished and left after washing his hands. I walked out to where my brother was lying on a picnic table tanning and told him what happened. “Good boy,” he said.
Well… That’s all I can think of.
Pete
I think this is a less controversial installment, but no less revealing.
First of all, the high school coach Alpha deferring respectfully to Pete’s 13-year-old Alpha son Master Danny is incredibly significant. Maybe he’s just recognizing the ownership aspect, although Master Danny could indeed be that dominant already. But it goes to show how Alphas view each other within the Alpha fraternity. They’re like a cabal of vampires winking and smiling to each other in a roomful of human prey. Alphas are on that kind of elite level in all aspects, even the laws of nature unwritten between them. This is so important to remember when dealing with Alphas, especially multiple Alphas!
The anecdote about Men noticing how Pete’s Alpha sons are growing into powerful Men is significant because it shows that Alphas carefully observe the raising of young Alphas. It’s a subject of keen interest to them, even if they don’t know why. Alphas appreciate Alpha lineage and legacy about as much as anything else. They recognize that Alphahood is a privileged class, and they protect it fiercely. So even though they see Pete as a faggot, they recognize he is dutifully raising proper Alpha sons.
The moment at the pool with Grandpa and Dad inspecting Pete’s pussy and commenting on it in front of his son Master Danny is almost surreal, but accurate. The casual nature of the conversation is off-putting, especially given that they’re talking about a family member like he’s a prize-winning hog. But this is the way hierarchy grooms Men and Alphas.
Speaking of being treated like a prize-winning hog, Coach Alpha forcing Pete to piss and shit in the yard and then hosing him off afterward is about a literal as it gets. It’s also pretty bold to treat Master Danny’s faggot like that … makes me wonder if they had arranged it beforehand.
This is a very complex hierarchical situation. There are a lot of Alphas in the mix, and one very fortunate faggot still learning his place. I’m really proud of Pete for remaining submissive and yielding as new aspects are introduced to him! It’s not easy, but at least Pete is safe as he learns!
The following post is part of a thread highlighting the exploits of Master Dean, the God Alpha son of Master Dino and twin brother/owner of Jimmy the faggot. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
When God Alpha Dino moved his extended family of Alphas and faggots from their mountain fortress to an island in the Atlantic Ocean, I worried that the extreme change in environment and lack of easy medical care might not be best for them (especially given the number of toddlers involved). I kept my reservations to myself since it wasn’t my place to question the move at all.
But how foolish I was! The change in environment was the perfect place to finally unleash the absolute power of the five Alphas there: Master Dino, Master Chad, Master Dean, Master Cal, and Master Phillip. They have all reverted into primal Alpha beasts like their ancient ancestors. Mostly naked and roasted by the sun to a deep, rich, coffee brown, the Alphas take profound pleasure in training together, hunting together, and breeding together.
The many faggots with them (called “the rainbow” because each is named after a color) have also reverted back to the way ancient fags served Alpha clans of the past, by cooking and gathering and caring for Alpha offspring. Oh, and being used again and again for sexual pleasure by the horny Alphas of the tribe.
It’s the way it has always been, and Master Dino’s family has become its embodiment on this isolated island paradise.
Of all the Alphas on the island, I’m probably closest to Master Dean. He’s the most directly intellectual of them, and a gifted writer. And while I’m nothing compared to him and will never be counted among his friends, he deigns to make me feel worthy in small ways that feel like the universe to me.
In keeping with that spirit, Master Dean occasionally writes to me for no reason other than he was thinking of me, as he did recently:
Hello little one,
I am refraining from My studies and, in mid-contimplation, thoughts turned to you. I trust you are well. We all certainly are thriving. I can see the Children outside, faggots with the young Ones and Chadwick and Phillip with the oldest group. It looks as if Our Savior is thrilling the youthful Spawns with an adventurous yarn as He demonstrates how to dress a boar for storage. They all laugh and alternate for the premium spot beside Our boisterous, blood-spattered Leader. My Son especially loves hunting and absorbs every word and action of His Uncle Chad. Concurrently, the Prince follows Me, drinking in My educationed speech, and is in awe of My medical knowledge. If someone is ill, Prince is at My side as I examine the patient. But both Boys worship Their respective Fathers as well.
Bunny is well and on a mission to serve Phillip and Spike, His Son, until the Men are drained. My little whore is well and happy. I honestly was unsure of the outcome for bunny for a time. I was assured of My baby’s recovery when, after 2 days of bed rest after open heart surgery, she asked for My semen. Not food or drink, just My penis and ejaculate.
Cal just entered and nosily read what I am writing. He says hello. I must tell you He is a fine specimen of a Alpha Man, tanned, just developed muscularly, and His scent is amazing. I may be compelled to enter a contest of strength with My Brother and see Which comes out on top-or bottom depending on One’s desires. Ha. I amuse Myself.
Chadwick continues to lead by example and with education in the best manner for Children. Not one disobeys His command or fails to understand all He teaches. I, too, am never questioned or disobeyed. I am aware that Chad informed you of His faggot son, gavin. he is definitely a faggot who loves all Men but is almost insanely in love with Chad. The little whore has been caught with Chad, who is unknowing of anything when sleeping. (c.c. can attest to being taken by Chad while He sleeps. My Brother copulates while snoring.) Regardless, I caught gavin with a sleeping Savior absolutely worshipping Chad’s tumescent penis, licking and sniffing until He ejaculated that huge emission as I walked in. Unnoticed, I stood watching as that faggot reveled in a Man’s cum. I thought it best to remain quiet and exit. I told Chadwick about the experience and He decided to ignore it but We all now make sure gavin is unable to enter a room where Chad sleeps. Neither want to discourage gavin’s desires or warp his emotional self, his natural desires. he is a faggot. It seems We have another bunny and Pop situation here as gavin is now totally inseparable from Chadwick whenever He is available to gavin.
Well little one, I could continue to infinity but I think it’s definitely time for an Alpha contest with Cal. His scent was intoxicating. Who knows, I might actually ‘lose’ and be compelled to give My ass to My Brother. Ha. (Still amusing Myself) Afterward, I’m positive of some type of orgiastic taking of the rainbow. It’s been almost a week since All Men gathered to take all faggots. It’s definitely the moment.
Good day, little one. Your King is feeling jubilant and aroused. I mustn’t tarry.
Your Master, Dean
King of faggotry.
I really cherished that update. Master Dean sounds so relaxed, so complete within himself. He knows he rules along with his brothers at the summit of hierarchy, and his place is forever ensured. Their island Kingdom is just the literal manifestation of that promise.
It was great to hear about Master Chad’s classes with his many sons in rapt attention around him. Is there a sight that better represents Alpha mentorship than Master Chad passing his knowledge to his sons??
When Master Dean described smelling Master Cal’s pheromones on the breeze and getting aroused, it really brought home for me just how much this island paradise is transforming all of them into their primal states. They have left “modern society” behind, choosing instead to live life by the ancient code of Natural Law!
The part about Master Chad’s son Gavin would probably disturb most people. But rather than becoming instantly offended, a little thought would reveal a great truth: the deep knowledge of hierarchy that Masters Chad and Dean have help them to accurately detect and handle these peculiar needs of their growing sons. Also, regardless of what Gavin grows to be, he will always have a safe, inclusive, and encouraging place in this family built on hierarchical values!
I’m a very lucky faggot indeed to know this amazing family over such a long period of time!
But best of all, I get to know and serve one of the great God Alphas of my life, my wickedly intelligent Master Dean!
hello Sam. i’m 20 years old and from Ukraine, so my apologies for any mistakes in the text. i’m not nearly as knowledgeable in the hierarchy as you are, so i’m here to get educated. i find many aspects of the hierarchy to be aligned with what i always felt naturally. i think that i’m supposed to worship the men i’m with, supposed to be selfless and take care of them (or rather, him) in more ways than sexually. the only problem is that i’m a transsexual man.
i’ve always been attracted to men in ways no females around me were. i knew something was off from a very young age. i was always more interested in being the one to gift things instead of receiving gifts, giving sexually instead of receiving sexually. i must also point out that i only have anal sex. i get fucked like a faggot, i look like one, and apparently i find that a lot of what you preach actually resonates with me a lot. so i was wondering… do i even belong here? i’ve seen trans women in your discord, but never others like me. so i wanted to make sure where exactly my place is in the hierarchy? i would assume it’s even lower than a male faggot because i obviously lack what gay Alphas desire anatomy-wise, and i also don’t use or even show the unfortunate part that straight Alphas desire anatomy-wise. so i’m the worst of both worlds, basically.
My friend, thank you for writing to me!
The trans community poses a tricky proposition for hierarchical thought, because their situations are often assessed by less obvious means (internal identity, emotional/mental outlooks, etc.). It’s hard for someone like me to assess you because I can’t read your mind or heart, of course.
I do commend you for your bravery ad honesty. Rest assured, you have a place in hierarchy just like everyone else!
From an initial reading of the biographical details you provided, I would easily classify you as a faggot. By every metric, you’re functioning as a faggot for Men and Alphas right now.
I wanted to add that your claim that gay Alphas wouldn’t want you because you’re “missing parts” simply isn’t true. Many, many gay Alphas want nothing to do with a penis unless they have a demanding fetish for locking up fags (which is rare). I think you’d be perfect for either straight or gay Alphas, though. Yes, I know you don’t want straight Alphas using your retired parts, but straight Alphas still like the LOOK of those things, giving you an advantage over genetically-male faggots.
My advice to you is to simply become the best faggot you can be, perfect the various aspects of your service, and ignore the worry about your gender. You’re as much of a faggot as anyone else born with a desire to serve!
BTW, I hope I didn’t offend you if I misused terminology incorrectly. I admit I’m not the best when it comes to transsexuality.
This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight Alpha from Montreal named Simon, a friend of Master Jin. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
It’s hard to overstate the effect Master Jin and his first faggot Chin have had on countless lives and on this website. When Master Jin first reached out to me sometime late in 2019, he was a straight college student curious about owning his dorm roommate Chin. After taking ownership of Chin, he mentored three straight Alpha teammates on his university soccer team to own fags as well. All the while, Master Jin used his loyal fag Chin to service each straight Alpha, demonstrating to them all the pleasure of owning a personal faggot.
Years later, Master Jin has graduated and moved to Montreal with his fags to become a successful doctor. But that practice hasn’t stopped him from his most valuable work: teaching his straight Alphas about hierarchy and the ownership of faggots!
Master Jin still likes to play soccer recreationally, and this summer he met a teammate named Simon. Master Jin instantly recognized Simon was an Alpha brother, and as he learned more about Simon, he sensed that Simon needed to learn the truth about his life!
I’m so proud to present Master Jin and Chin’s latest masterpiece of Alpha mentorship! Listen to Master Jin’s latest experience:
As promised, I thought I would finally put together what happened that summer with my buddy Simon. Looking back on it now, it’s quite a story.
To give you some context, Simon is a good friend of mine. He has always considered himself completely straight. He’s also a very good soccer player and plays and trains with our team.
That summer, Simon broke up with his girlfriend of four years. Between his busy work schedule and all the training, he was having a hard time meeting anyone. One Sunday afternoon, over a couple of beers, he confided in me that he was incredibly horny since his girlfriend had moved out.
I teased him and gently suggested that perhaps he should consider something he’d never thought about before.
Simon immediately became defensive.
“I’m straight.”
I told him that experimenting didn’t necessarily change how he saw himself and that he might be surprised by what he discovered if he kept an open mind. He laughed it off, but I could tell I’d planted a seed.
There was another reason I felt comfortable suggesting it.
Chin is my caged submissive and has been wearing a chastity cage for several years as part of our arrangement. He’s not my boyfriend or partner; our relationship is based on the dynamic we’ve established between us. Chin is completely comfortable with his role and has always been very good at putting people at ease.
Simon knew Chin, but he didn’t really understand the nature of our arrangement.
The following week, after our afternoon training session, it was obvious Simon was still frustrated and lonely. I invited him back to my place for a beer and some barbecue.
When Chin came home that evening, he was still dressed in his gym clothes. He was wearing a tight pair of spandex shorts, and the outline of his cage was clearly visible.
Simon noticed it almost immediately.
His eyes flicked downward before quickly returning to Chin’s face. He looked at me, then back at Chin, as if trying to work out what exactly he was seeing.
Chin, meanwhile, was completely relaxed.
“You’re kidding me,” Simon eventually said quietly.
Chin just laughed.
That seemed to break the tension. Simon was clearly fascinated, but he wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as he had been when we’d first talked about the idea.
After we’d talked for a while, I excused myself and gave them some privacy. I trusted Chin completely, and I knew Simon was curious but also uncertain.
They spent some time talking privately. Chin reassured Simon that there was no pressure and that Simon could stop at any point.
When I returned about ten minutes later, the atmosphere had changed.
Simon was quiet and visibly embarrassed, while Chin seemed completely relaxed.
I didn’t ask for details, and Simon didn’t offer them. I didn’t need to. There was something different in Simon’s expression. The nervousness was still there, but it was mixed with curiosity, excitement and, surprisingly, relief.
Later, Simon admitted that the hardest part hadn’t really been what happened. It was deciding whether he was actually going to allow himself to find out what he was curious about.
Once he’d made that decision, the uncertainty seemed much easier to deal with.
A few days later, Simon and I were talking about everything that had happened. He was still trying to make sense of the different relationship dynamics he’d suddenly been exposed to.
I decided to show him Hierarchy University. At first he was skeptical, but his curiosity quickly got the better of him. He started asking questions and looking at the different ideas and relationship dynamics on the site.
I told him he didn’t have to adopt anything he saw there. He could simply look, think about it and decide for himself what interested him.
That seemed to make a difference.
*****
What happened that evening didn’t disappear when Simon left my house.
If anything, it opened a door.
Over the next few weeks, Simon became increasingly comfortable talking to me about his feelings. He still insisted that he was straight, but there wasn’t quite the same certainty behind it anymore.
Then something happened that surprised even me.
Simon met a guy of his own.
This time, I had nothing to do with it. Simon had found him himself, and that was significant.
He wasn’t simply experimenting because I’d suggested it or because he was lonely after his breakup. He was making his own choices.
At first, he kept things fairly quiet. But gradually, the guy became a regular part of his life.
Simon seemed happier and more relaxed. The constant need to explain himself seemed to disappear.
Then, only a few weeks later, he told me that his new guy was moving in with him.
I remember thinking about our conversation earlier that summer.
Simon had once been so determined to tell me that he was completely straight. Now he had voluntarily invited another man into his home and, more importantly, into his life.
He still didn’t seem particularly interested in labels.
Maybe he didn’t need one.
Perhaps the biggest change wasn’t who Simon was attracted to. It was that he had stopped being afraid of discovering something new about himself.
*****
Then, last weekend, Simon told me something that made me smile.
He had introduced his new partner to chastity.
Apparently, what Simon had seen in my arrangement with Chin had stayed with him. He’d been fascinated by Chin’s confidence and by the dynamic between us, and now Simon had decided to introduce something similar into his own relationship.
It struck me as almost funny how much had changed in such a short time.
A few months earlier, Simon had been sitting across from me insisting that he was completely straight and would never consider anything outside the life he’d always known.
Now he was living with a male partner and had created a relationship dynamic that, in some ways, echoed the one he’d first encountered with Chin.
I teased him about it.
He just laughed.
“Don’t start,” he said.
But there was no defensiveness in his voice this time.
That was perhaps the biggest change of all.
Simon wasn’t trying to explain himself anymore.
He had stopped worrying about what any of it was supposed to mean and had simply found something that worked for him and his partner.
And as I watched him laughing about it, I couldn’t help thinking back to that first Sunday afternoon over beers.
All it took was one conversation to plant the seed.
Simon had done the rest himself.
See what I’m saying about Master Jin? His power and wisdom are beyond comprehension. He understands the Alpha/faggot dynamic so well, and why fags are so important in the lives of straight Alphas.
Master Jin is also a fearless innovator. He’s the one who invented the rule among his Alpha friends that faggots must always be in chastity, and he’s also the one who learned about milking faggots (which he also taught to his Alpha brothers).
There is nobody better for Master Simon to learn from than Master Jin!
But let’s not forget the skill and tact of my brother Chin! He has been the one to introduce fag service to all of Master Jin’s straight friends, and Chin has a success rate of 100%! In fact, I dedicated a post to Chin titled “The Tree Of Chin” in which I traced all of the Alphas and fags who have found fulfillment because of Chin’s skill and obedience! Here’s the newly-updated illustration:
I’m going to make the tree a damned Redwood if Chin keeps going like this!
However, it serves to illustrate how one faggot can make a meaningful difference by simply submitting and serving! I’m very proud of him!
I also want to emphasize that Master Simon initially became interested in faggots when he saw Chin in his chastity cage! How many times have I said that straight Alphas become fascinated and sexually-aroused when they see us in chastity??? A billion?
You can tell Master Simon is a true Alpha by how quickly he went out and enslaved his own faggot, immediately locking it in chastity! Alphas rarely wait to take what they want!
Faggot ownership is a right that all Alphas possess from birth. In fact, faggots only exist to serve the needs of straight Alphas and make them more powerful. Sadly, most straight Alphas don’t know this or deny themselves.
I’m so glad Master Jin and his faggot Chin ONCE AGAIN mentored another straight Alpha and helped him ascend to greater power!
Thank you, Master Jin, as well as his two good boys, my brothers Chin and Lee! May you always be guiding lights!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the awakening and ascension of Master Anthony, the straight Alpha cousin of Master Anthony!CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of the greatest and most unexpected privileges of running this site over the years has been the opportunity it provides me to teach and guide straight Alphas to discover the profound pleasure and power that they receive by owning and using faggots. It reminds me of my days serving as the first faggot to a number of straight Alphas in my past. My role now is just as satisfying, but different ways. In my previous role, I served and got to witness how my submission transformed those straight Alphas day-by-day. Now, I work in a more personal way, and I’m able to understand the mental/emotional changes these straight Alphas go through as they delve more deeply into hierarchical truth through their fags.
The even better part of my efforts to teach straight Alphas these truths is the fact that, once they embrace faggot ownership, they start sharing it with their Alpha brothers. That’s what happened with Master Jin and the Alphas in Toronto, and that’s what happened with Master Anthony and his best Alpha friend Master Henri.
And now Master Anthony has done it again with his Alpha cousin Master Arthur!
I must tell you that I was impressed with Master Arthur from the beginning. Every time I hear from him, I feel an electrical charge in his words and actions. He’s cut from the same genetic cloth as his God Alpha cousin, and I sense that Master Arthur is going to become just that powerful. He’s still learning … but he’s learning FAST!
I’ve been begging Master Arthur for an update for a few weeks now, ever since he wrote and said he had news to report, He finally did that today, and it’s another dose of pure Alpha adrenaline:
Hey sam the faggot!
I’m finally able to reply to you! I’ve been planning to write to you for a long time, but new things kept happening to me and I can never seem to find the time or the patience to recount everything!
The day after my last story, as expected, my gym buddy Gabin came round to my flat to bring me my washed gym clothes. I’d planned how to welcome him. The door was open, and I was relaxing on my sofa, in my underwear, with my bare feet up on the coffee table. When he arrived, I said, “At last! I hope you’ve worked well! Go and pack them away over there.” He was fascinated by my feet, it was so funny! He was completely flustered! So when he’d finished tidying up, I said, “You’re a good boy. You know what? If you want, you can have a taste of my feet.” I burst out laughing at the look of sheer astonishment on his face! “Go on! I know you’re dying to!”
He hesitated for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on my feet, practically drooling. And then he pounced on them like a starving man! On his knees, he licked my feet vigorously like a dog! It was so fun! So empowering! He licked and kissed my feet for a good half an hour. I forbade him from going any higher than my ankles and had to stop him, as I think he would have carried on for ages! My dick was so hard, but I didn’t want to reward him too much right away. He mumbled his thanks when I kicked him out of my place!
Other things have happened since then. Starting with Nicolas, my subordinate from the office. (By the way, I refer to him as my subordinate because that’s what he is at my workplace. But he’s now my slave as well!) One afternoon, I rang him on his work phone. When he said, “Yes, boss?”, I replied with a curt order: “At my feet. Now.” and hung up. He came running to my office! I told him to close the door and, without even looking at him, I said, “My shoes. Clean them.” He threw himself on the floor and licked my shoes meticulously while I worked, a big smile on my face. When I decided they were clean enough, I kicked him and told him to clear off, still without looking at him. As he left, he said, “At your service, if you need anything!” “I know.”
After that, I spent the weekend with some friends. Nothing too significant, except that while we were having a pizza-beer-TV night, I noticed that one of them often sat on the floor at my feet. I put my feet on his shoulders, and he didn’t flinch. I think I’ll deal with him when I get the chance!
But the following week was craaaazy! I love the way Nicolas treats me at the office. He’s always been shy and respectful, but now I feel that he’s eager to please me. Starting Monday, he began bringing me my coffee in the morning without me even asking. Always ready, always fawning. “Is there anything I can do for you, boss?” I don’t even thank him, I don’t look at him, I just wave him away. But he stays ready to obey my every command!
So every now and then, when I need to relax a little between work sessions, I send him a curt message ordering him to come, and he rushes over. To lick my shoes, massage my feet… or suck my dick! I say, “On your knees,” and he knows what to do. I’m getting more and more aggressive when I fuck his throat, and I love it! He swallows all my cum like he’s dying of thirst! And he keeps coming back for more! It feels so good!
And then there’s still Gabin at the gym. When I went back there, he was really embarrassed about having licked my feet like a dog, and he asked me if we could just move on… But I made it clear to him that there was no going back! During my entire workout, I had him carry my towel and water bottle, fill up the bottle, dry me off, and wipe down my machines… And finally, sniff my armpits! Later that week, it happened again. But this time, at the end, I told him to follow me into the shower to soap me up. He was very embarrassed and hesitant, so I gave him a stern look, and he followed me after glancing around to make sure no one was there.
In the shower, I had him lather my legs and feet while I washed my head. I was rock hard, and he was avoiding looking my cock. So I told him, “Wash my dick. And do a good job, because after this, you’re going to suck it!” He gave me a shocked look, then did as I said. Then I grabbed his head and fucked his throat! Oh fuck, the look in his eyes! So pleading! I felt like I could read in his eyes, “Am I doing this right, sir?” I was stroking his hair and whispering, “That’s good, good boy. You’re made for this. You love my dick, don’t you?” He nodded! Damn! Looking a guy right in the eyes while he’s got my dick in his mouth is one of the most intense feelings I’ve ever experienced!
After that, I decided to give him some other chores. Not just washing and bringing me my clothes, like last time, but also doing my grocery shopping for me. “You know what? I’m sick of running to the store. Won’t you be a good boy and do it for me?” He eagerly agreed! He left with my stuff, and I texted him my orders. And when he came over the next day, he had my clean clothes and my groceries! So cool! I made him put everything away, then I took off my socks. “I know a good dog who’s earned his treat!” This time, I kept my feet on the ground, and it was so thrilling to see him on his belly sucking my toes! Then I throat-fucked again, more aggressively than in the shower. He left thrilled! And I was even more so! And by the way, we didn’t mention reimbursing the cost of the groceries, so those were tributes from him!
You know what? I think that’s enough news for now. I still have a lot to tell you, I’ll try not to take so long to send you the rest! When you send me your post, be sure to CC Anthony again! I’ve shared bits and pieces with him over the phone and via text, but I want him to see my story on your site!
Sees you soon, boy!
Master Arthur
Everything about this update is perfect. This is the exact kind of progression Master Anthony took on his ascent to the top of hierarchy! The confidence already on display is staggering!
One of the early skills that fascinate straight Alphas is the manipulation of inferiors (but mainly faggots) through the power of their feet. Straight Alphas cannot understand why fags love their feet, but they love how powerful they feel to be worshiped in such a lowly, debasing way. As Master Arthur mentions, he loved seeing Gabin on his stomach worshiping his feet. It’s a pure power play, and Master Arthur’s rock hard cock is proof enough that it turns him on despite being straight.
And that’s the point: straight Alphas use faggots sexually, not because they’re secretly gay, but because they are filled with POWER!
One of the other ways Master Arthur is progressing like Master Anthony in the way he’s rapidly integrating faggots into all aspects of his life. In fact, I think Master Arthur is embracing it more fully and more rapidly than Master Anthony did! He already owns faggots at work, he owns a domestic faggot, he owns a faggot for gym/shower duties, and a faggot that is tributing financially to him and performing tasks! That’s a huge integration of faggots into his life, and he’s doing it all with a wonderful sense of adventure!
You know, God Alphahood is difficult to predict, and it’s certainly not meant for every Alpha. But if I hop on Kalshi and bet on it, my money would be on Master Arthur reaching God Alphahood. His confident use of his dominance and his fearlessness make him the perfect owner of faggots. I can already see him owning in-house fags like Master Anthony, and using them in front of his women as a flex.
I’m so grateful to Master Arthur for catching me up! I cannot wait to hear from him again!
There are a lot of faggots imagining a life of fulfillment in service, hoping and dreaming of setting their fantasies free and making them reality.
Sadly, most don’t. They’re held back by a variety of reasons, most of which are baseless fears. So they go through life muted, resigning themselves to a life always looking back at chances never taken.
That’s why I really appreciated the following experience posted on the Hierarchy University Discord by a faggot named Josh. Listen to this:
When i look back and trace my journey to where i am now (living life fully as an inferior faggot), it kinda surprises me what led me here. Even though i now see that this is ALWAYS who I was, it was buried so deep that it needed to be coaxed out bit by bit. Some of that was exploration through porn, role play, talking to kinksters. I was even catfished in a way that actually left me with a greater understanding of my nature.
Ofc there were milestones, moments of realization. It’s one thing being called a good boy during fucking, it was another to internally embrace my true inferiority and admit I wasn’t a Man, and could never be Sir’s equal. That took guts.
I try not to feel bad or wish for a different path. It took time and now i’m here. I guess i could have seen the truth, but at least it happened eventually. Now i’ve given up the delusions, taboos, responsibilities, erections, and concerns that were stopping me becoming the faggot I was meant to be ❤️⛓️
“That took guts.”
You better believe it did! Every step forward a faggot makes toward embracing its purpose takes guts. In fact, the bravery shown by such faggots rivals or surpasses that of any Alpha, because this is a courage that requires a faggot to muster it from within to transform into something unknown.
But once this happens, the faggot finds such peace and centeredness. It’s worth the struggle!
Just look at my proud brother Josh today:
Josh and all of my brave fag brothers who turn fantasy into reality are more than brave … they’re beautiful!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a married beta-sub named Pete who was raised hierarchically by his Alpha father and grandfather, and is submissive to this three sons.CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’ve carried some crazy true stories on this site over the years, but the story of a beta-sub named Pete being groomed by his family of Alphas (including his Alpha sons!) into becoming a faggot is one of the most mind-boggling.
In previous posts, we learned about how Pete was raised by an Alpha father and grandfather to celebrate masculinity and hierarchy. Boys never wore clothes, because the male body was embraced as perfect and praiseworthy.
Pete has three teen sons who are largely being raised by his Dad and grandfather as Alphas, and these three sons accept that their father Pete is a faggot to be owned. By them.
In this latest update, we start to see the larger Alpha pack that Pete’s father and grandfather have built, and how his sons are becoming part of it.
READ ON:
It’s been awhile. Had a great August and September. Eventful.
Boys are good. Football season and the older boys have girlfriends.
All the boys had football through August, though they had a week off. The two older boys had the same week and spent in alone at the lake house with friends and girl friends came over for a couple of days.
The youngest had a different week off. My dad took him and some friends to the lake house. Like the older boys they had chores to do. Dad dropped in on them a couple of times. He was proud of how calm and in control Danny was. The leader, but not bossy or bullying. Gracious. They spent a lot of time naked, swimming, hiking, mowing. They jacked off together but nothing more.
My brother and I went for a long road trip. Great seeing the country. Fucking. Occasionally we’d meet up with guys my brother knows. Fun.
My brother told me that my dad’s poker buddies didn’t meet a couple times a month to play cards but to fuck young women and young men that they had met online and set up play dates. I’ve known these guys all of my life. My brother said that he and a couple of the other guys’ sons had been invited to join in. My brother asked me if I ever wanted to join in. I did want to. This whole faggotry thing, helped and guided by your website has changed my sexual focus. My brother told me to ask Dad if I could join it. He was a little surprised, asked me if I was sure, and did I know that I’d be participating as a cunt. Yep.
So… I joined dad and the guys out for beers (dad had told me to clean out). Dad told them that he’d been training a faggot and he was now ready. He described how he trained a willing straight man into accepting his place under real men. He went into a lot of details that didn’t happen with me. We went upstairs from the pub to the hotel room. Dad told the guys to make themselves comfortable and the stripped to their shorts. And dad told me to take off my clothes. All of them. He slipped a leather dog collar around my neck (my first time) and he began to flick my little dick and with lube finger my cunt going from my ass to my mouth and back. It was a fun evening. Afterwards the guys were all nice and complimentary to my dad with his training.
I’ve joined them two more times. Each time with one or two other guys, mostly their sons who are my age and have known forever.
In August, my youngest son’s football coach (he’d coached the other two boys when they were younger) asked me to come to the locker room after practice, he wanted to talk to me and Danny. I always pick my son after practice, after the team meeting and after the boys shower, this time I went in. Good team huddle with the coaches going over the day’s practice and the next day’s. I stood around chatting with the coaches while the boys showered and left.
My son and I sat across the coach’s desk from him. He told what a valuable player my son is and important to the team. His leadership was crucial. Rarely had a player so gifted and so gifted at leading and leading the boys towards being men. He praised me, my two older sons and my dad for how Danny was developing. He said that it would be great if avoided girls and all of their entanglement. I agreed.
“Good. But he’s a boy and boys his age are horny,” Coach said. I smiled and looked at Danny who didn’t take his eyes off the coach. “Boys need outlets.” Long silence. “Danny and your dad say that you’ve been helping out.” Thanks, I said.
“Stand up. Let me see?” See what? I was in Levis and a baggy T. He had me turn a couple of times. “Take off your shirt. Good, you’re in good shape. Take off the rest of your clothes.” I did. I’ve been smooth for over a year, from the neck down.
“Nice. Is he a good fuck?” The coach asked Danny. Danny said I was. “Good.”
The coach thoroughly inspected me while Danny he watched. Coach made comments, gave my son suggestions in training his faggot.
Coach asked Danny if he would share his faggot with him. Danny said, of course. He was clearly puffed by coach’s praise and attention.
Coach said that he would always ask permission first. I wasn’t consulted.
Coach told me to jack off onto his desk and then told me to eat it up. Then he had me do it again, and slurp it up again. Then again and a final time where I didn’t produce much. “See how cute it’s little clit is now? Little and soft. Very nice. Cute,” and he fondled my dick and balls.
Since then the coach has fucked and played with me several times.
My dad joined in a couple of times. Apparently coach was one of his fuckboys that he shared with his friends when coach was in college and after. Now, when coach joins them he’s a dominant top.
Coach also is into getting rimmed, and a little into shit. Scat. I’m used to my own having had to clean off cocks that fucked me when I hadn’t had a chance to clean out first. It never bothered me. Coach would have me deep clean his crack and man-hole and sometimes there would some last remains and a couple of times he pushed out a last little nugget for me to eat. He likes making out with me with the taste of his hole on my lips and tongue.
Also, I been trying some everyday faggotry. I’ve complimented guy’s bulges and VPLs. They clearly are flaunting. I told a college age kid a couple of days ago at Kroger’s that he had a great penis.
“You like that?” He smiled. “I do.” “Good boy,” and he tapped my little dick through my mesh shorts.
At the gym sauna an older guy was complaining how sore and stiff he was. He was clearly somewhat dominant or at least very confident in how he behaved. I offered to give him a backrub right there. A hot sweaty back rub. Both of us naked. Other guys came in and talked with us while I rubbed him.
Finally he left and said that sometime we should do it again, and more. I gave him my phone number.
At home, the boys, my brother and dad exercise dominance when they’re in the mood.
I had no idea how much I would grow to love having a cock in me. I love the taste, but especially love getting fucked.
So… There’s an update,
Pete
IN-FUCKING-SANE!
I have no idea where Pete lives, but it seems like a city full of Alphas!
One thing about Pete’s situation that’s unique is the fact that he was raised by two God Alphas (his grandfather and his father), and those two have built a healthy Alpha pack that all fully embrace Alpha power and purpose. This web of Alpha influence has come to involve the football coach at school, and now Pete’s three sons.
And Pete is the faggot in the middle of that web that they’re training to embrace his purpose!
The Alpha getaways involving faggots aren’t terribly surprising. Straight Alphas do this often (much more than people realize), because those are the few times in our modern world when Alphas can be Men together, flex their power, and do what comes naturally without judgement.
But I was floored by the interaction with Danny’s football coach. First of all, it’s clear that Danny deeply respects his coach, and the coach recognizes Danny’s burgeoning power. There’s a mutual respect between them as Alphas that transcends age.
But then the coach asked Danny permission if he could use his faggot father … WHAT?!? I did not see that coming at all! The fact that Danny (who is like 13/14 years old) commands this level of respect is remarkable! Not only that, but also that the coach and Danny were talking about Pete’s fuckability like Pete was a farm animal up for auction is especially crazy!
Pete’s concluding experience about complimenting the young Alpha on his dick print shows just how much Pete has embraced his faghood. The lessons taught to him by his Alpha family are paying off!
I’m really proud of my brother Pete. A lot is being thrown at him by the powerful Alphas surrounding him, but he’s taking it in stride. I honestly think this volume of use and training would overwhelm most subs.
However, Pete’s training is occurring within a household that fully embraces hierarchical purpose as natural and something to be celebrated. That’s the difference. The many Alphas in Pete’s life view him as naturally inferior, but not disgusting. They recognize that he has a purpose too, albeit one very different from theirs.
And that’s okay.
To that last point, Pete added this final note:
Also, Sam,
I’ve been noticing hierarchy. I’ve noticed dominant sons with their dominant sons and their submissive sons. I noticed boys becoming dominant and their fathers giving way to them. I have noticed fathers and sons being equally dominant.
My guess is that none of them have sex together, and that most will never fuck other males.
With my family, it just seems natural. I slid into it easily.
Pete
Exactly right!
Thank you, Pete, for this amazing and illuminating update!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a 57-year-old married gay Alpha named Nick who is recovering his Alphahood after many years of latency. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
It’s been fascinating to watch the transformation of Master Nick as he recovers from decades of Alpha latency while simultaneously being married to a sub husband. Recovering from Alpha latency alone is tough enough, but trying to do it while navigating a marriage is another trick entirely.
Fortunately, hierarchy usually acts like a weighted scale within a relationship. If one partner ascends in power, the other naturally submits more in equal measure. That’s what we are seeing with Master Nick and his fag husband, anyway, and I couldn’t be happier for both of them!
Notice how the transformation has been going:
Hi Sam. Thanks so much for starting a thread on me back in July (Master Nick & my Alpha latency/ascension).
As I’ve mentioned before, I read all 3 of Fagmaster’s PDFs (and your website/podcasts education) and executed many of the techniques on my husband to help make him the best bottom bicha he can be. I set an increased goal of 1800 dicks this year (increased from 1350 last year–a good coach always raises the bar!)
Today I saw my husband wrote this to his friend’s group bragging that he’s a proud slut. Success!
“Some guy wrote to me on Grindr being all bitchy
“You have a husband and a boyfriend, what are you doing on Grindr” I said I’m a hungry bottom and insatiable. Proud of that too. You can try but I won’t be slut shamed. I’m a proud slut.
He responded wow impressive and then send me a dick picture. I responded sorry but that won’t quench my thirst. Fuck that won’t even wet my whistle
Lmao. He responded oh so you are a size queen too? I said no I just can afford to be picky but good luck on your hunt LOL
I was so disappointed when he blocked me LMAO”
Implicit in this of course is the heteronormative assumption that cheating is wrong. Our marriage is 100% open. Our only rules: No secrets & tell each other about our hookups. I love fucking my husband’s cummy hole while he tells me about his latest hookup. The same way cucks get boners.
To unenlightened gay guys out there who still believe monogamy is the correct default on relationships, realize that is a hetereo construct promulgated by the church designed for raising children (to increase the church membership and $$$ collected) that is simply inapplicable to gays who can’t procreate. You learn this growing up in hetero society from all the Disney movies and your Mom.
And if the thought of your partner fucking other people makes you uncomfortable, realize that’s your own insecurity (that he’ll leave you for someone else because you aren’t worthy). Anecdotally I would estimate ~50% of gay relationships eventually open, so non-monogamy is very prevalent in the community–it’s not some niche fetish like swinging which is the equivalent concept for straights.
Gay guys are horny as fuck and why would you limit yourself to just 1 partner? Straight guys have the same high percentage of cheating (because males are horny 24/7) but their straight marriage ends in divorce (because women can’t handle sexual competition).
Thanks again Sam for all your work educating our community on hierarchy. I’m sure it makes you happy to get feedback like this from people you’ve helped see the light. What you’ve done with this website & former FWA is a very unique & creative & valuable form of service, right in line with your faggot hierarchal purpose! I hope that framing puts a smile of your face.
Keep up the good work faggot.
Xo, Master Nick
What an amazing transformation! Master Nick was able to turn his husband, once a proud sub male who would never accept being called a slut or faggot, into someone who not only embraces the role, but also brags about it!
Amazing!
And to answer Master Nick’s assertion, it does indeed put a smile on my face to be a part of that transformation! I do consider my work here as part of my duty and purpose as a faggot, and moments like this bring me satisfaction!
I expect further developments as Master Nick continues to more deeply grasp his purpose as an Alpha, and his husband continues to sink into his purpose as his faggot!
Hey fellow fⲁggot! What ever happened to the young slave doctor who served his Master and his Master’s sub?
I can’t be sure of which thread you’re referring to, but it very much sounds like Master Maurice of Switzerland. He had taken possession of a disabled faggot, and eventually brought in a fag nurse that he eventually took ownership of as well.
Master Maurice’s story is one of the most beautiful accounts I’ve ever featured. He is a glorious God Alpha, an example all Alphas should consider and follow, I haven’t heard from him since July of 2026, but as far as I know he’s doing well.
Hi, I’m in mid 30s. Year ago I took a tenant: a student in his early 20s. He’s cute, kind, smart. We got along well. Recently I was tempted to sniff his used boxers, then socks, shoes… I don’t like the smell, it’s smelly, but gets me hard. I started jerking off to them. What do you think about it and how to develop it?
Thank you for the question!
Well, it looks like you’re having an awakening of faggot tendencies! You don’t mention your life/sexuality before this, but I’m guessing you are gay and were living a typical gay life. Many gays try to live traditionally when they are, in fact, undeveloped faggots. You might be in that category.
The sniffing of socks and underwear of Men and Alphas is a pretty typical early symptom of this. We’ve all probably had some variation of this. So don’t be nervous or uncomfortable … what you’re experiencing is perfectly normal.
Developing it involves learning more about being a faggot. You can read my book “Are You A Faggot?” in the bookstore link at the top of this site. There is also a lot of information and video here as well.
I’m not sure what your visitor is like, if he’s straight/gay, Alpha/beta, or your relationship with him. I wouldn’t necessarily attempt to offer him service, but you could offer a foot massage and see how he reacts, I suppose. But more than anything, you really just need to study and meditate.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and times of Master Jace, a legendary God Alpha from Los Angeles that I dubbed “California Alpha” when I met him in 2015. He’s a straight Alpha who has been owning fags since the age of 11 years old.
When I began writing about hierarchy on Tumblr in July of 2015, my sole intention was to relate my own personal experiences and the theories I had developed from years of seducing and serving straight Alphas. I never thought anyone would read it, let alone find evidence that supported my theories about hierarchy.
But almost immediately I was deluged with questions that I instinctively started to catalogue, and it quickly became clear that I had struck a nerve with a bunch of Alphas and faggots.
And then in September of that year, my blog only a few months old, Master Jace appeared in my inbox and turned the entire blog (and my world) upside-down.
At the time Master Jace was a powerful straight Alpha in his mid-twenties who lived in Los Angeles, California. As a good-looking, muscular young Alpha, it wasn’t surprising to learn that he worked as an executive in Hollywood. However, what was surprising was the vast numbers of faggots he owned directly or remotely all around the world. As our conversations grew more intimate and detailed over the months and years that followed, I discovered in him a kind of counterpoint to my views on hierarchy, albeit from the Alpha perspective. His wealth of knowledge about faggot use and ownership reminded me of the incredible and (sadly) anonymous Tumblr Alpha “str8guy4fags2serve” (whose writings I have preserved on Hierarchy University). I thrilled at his graphic depictions of breeding females for money (as a paid Bull) and all of the ways he would train his personal fags.
I uncreatively dubbed him “California Alpha” as my interviews with him continued.
My readers were just as enthralled with him as I was, and my inbox was constantly stuffed with questions about him. As my relationship with Master Jace grew, he would occasionally trust me with pictures and little glimpses into his personal life that I dutifully kept to myself. Honestly, it was one of the most exhilarating relationships I built during those early years of the site.
Then Master Jace began to tell me about his purchase of a large, abandoned winery outside L.A. that he planned as an Alpha retreat and, as he playfully called it, “a fag farm”. When I first revealed Master Jace’s plans for this fag farm, my Tumblr site blew up. Faggots from around the world clamored for an opportunity to serve Master Jace and his Alpha brothers at this fag farm. Alphas who heard about this fag farm were envious and eager to visit it as well.
At one point Master Jace offered me an opportunity to serve as the fag farm’s head faggot, but the timing in my own life wasn’t right.
And then in 2021 – Master Jace disappeared!
I reached out again and again, but there was no answer. I searched my notes to see if there was something I said that made him abandon me. I had no explanation. People would write to me and ask questions about him, and I would hang my head in shame like an abused puppy and admit that he wasn’t talking to me anymore. It was like losing an arm and being haunted by a phantom limb.
But this story has a happy ending. In the last few days I’ve reconnected with Master Jace! His life and his plans have changed a little bit, but he remains in power as always! I’ve been so happy to have his glorious Alpha radiance shining upon me once again (although he claims he never stopped watching over me)!
So I’m in the process of restoring and republishing all of Master Jace’s extensive thread to my platform! It’s going to be paywalled, but I promise it’s going to be worth it!
My name is Jack I live in the UK and I am at this current time a complete failure as a faggot.
I feel like I am not living life correctly. I don’t wear my cage, I don’t serve Men sexually or otherwise anymore and I am basically just a normie now.
However the pull to correct this is ever present. I feel like I was always a better person in chastity than out of it. If I served a man sexually or even in small every day ways it used to bring me a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment that would have me smiling for days.
I’m writing not because I need advice on how to fix this. Deep down I know the answers, I am just in a rut. However I feel surrounded by opportunities to correct it. For example I am in my thirties, I am working with a 21 year old Alpha Male who is feral, he hugs me, humps me, slaps my arse all in the workplace and finds it funny. I’m not sure he finds it anything more than a joke but the idea of just swallowing his load and thanking him and him finding that funny makes me think about him more than I should do.
So I guess the real question I have is have you or any of the faggots reading ever found yourselves stuck in a rut? Like when you break the habit of eating healthy or going to gym for a long time. And if so what broke it? Was it the old Just Do It approach?
Thank you for writing, brother!
First of all, you’re NOT a failure as a faggot! You’ve had the right mentality in the past, so it’s not like you can’t do it.
I think what you’re describing is quite a common problem, and I bet more than a few fags reading this are nodding their heads in recognition of what you’re saying. Look, being a faggot is not easy. People think we CHOOSE to be faggots just like they think we choose to be gay. The same rebuttal applies: why would we ever choose something that makes our lives demonstrably more difficult?? Of course we wouldn’t … and we didn’t. We are simply wired to be faggots, and our path to fulfillment is littered with pain and complications and necessary inconveniences. That’s simply the truth of it.
The question becomes: how bad do you want to feel that fulfillment, and do you want it more than settling into this rut for the rest of your life?
You’re a young faggot with plenty of life and energy left to offer Alphas. I see no need for you to surrender and be miserable in that rut, do you? It’s especially ridiculous to consider given the fact that you have a 21-year-old Alpha giving every signal that he’s ready to learn about his real purpose and discover the truth about faggots! You’ve got this huge opportunity to do something special with this Alpha, and you’re wasting it by talking yourself out of it (“makes me think more of it than I should do”). TAKE ACTION! Ask him if he considers himself an Alpha, lead him into a discussion of hierarchy, and even show him the site and the pyramid of hierarchy. Ask leading questions about what he finds there. Hell, use my “Letter To An Alpha” to strike up a more direct conversation.
There’s simply no reason to be like this, brother. This doesn’t need to be the end for your purpose. Get up and get started!
The following post is part of a thread following Kamal, a faggot who has a desire to serve his Alpha professor uncle Farid. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The most difficult help requests I receive from fags involve submitting to family members. Every time I’m asked for help with these, I’m filled with dread. I don’t want to give advice that leads a fag to be ostracized from a family home or into the hands of abusers.
It was even scarier when Kamal approached me about helping him submit to his straight Alpha uncle, because Kamal is Pakistani and that comes with extra baggage. However, I agreed to try and help because Kamal was so honest, open-hearted, and thoughtful. I felt he would have the best chance for success.
And sure enough, it was a success! As I reported last time, Kamal’s uncle, Master Farid, gladly accepted Kamal as his faggot!
I’ve been waiting on pins and needles ever since for the follow-up to this story (and frankly, so have my readers), but Kamal had some trouble getting it together to send … until now.
Just read his magnificent account, which blew away all of my expectations!
I am writing to you from a place I did not know existed until two days ago. I have tried to find other words to describe what has happened, but only yours suffice. The way your website describes certain things are just how i experinced them and there is an honesty in your writing, the refusal to hide the fact that there is much to lose, maybe a lot of pain along the way, but much to gain and to be oneself honestly for the first time is truly an experience without compare. I thank you for your cautious optimism and honesty.
The morning after Farid spoke the words that would restructure everything, I woke up and made my way down to breakfast in a daze. My aunt was there, speaking to him about some wedding in her family—her sister’s daughter, I think, or perhaps her cousin; the details dissolved in the heat of seeing Farid sitting there in a threadbare vest. She was asking him to attend the wedding and he was explaining, with that patient academic tone he uses, that his commitments at the university made it impossible. He offered instead to drive her to her sister’s place, which is a few hours away, and to spend a day or two there with her, which would allow him to explain his inability to attend the actual event to her family in person, and to give her more time with them so she could help with the preparations. As he told her this, he glanced at me quickly, and when I sat at the table he looked me in the eye without stopping his conversation with his wife, but I understood immediately from his gaze that he was lying. He had no academic obligations. The obligation that made his attendance impossible was me. He was buying us a fortnight alone together.
It was decided he and his wife would leave in a day or two, and I would not see him until he returned. The knowledge sat in my stomach like a stone, tense and heavy and radiant.
For the next few days, this tension shifted into something physical. Whenever we were alone and he involved himself with me—his hands on my skin, his mouth taking mine in the quiet hours when the house slept—he was overpowering and reticent simultaneously. Whenever I reached for more, he deftly side-stepped the request. When I asked to be fucked, he would simply touch me elsewhere or pull away with a calm smile that contained no refusal, only delay. He told me we must wait until his return. He spoke of the first time he would penetrate me as if it were something sacred, something he wanted us to be fully present for, without other cares. He said our first time would be something pivotal. “A fulcrum fuck?” I joked and he laughed, genuinely amused. I think that explains why I can’t remember the rest of that conversation. I tend to get lost in a euphoric haze when he’s happy with me.
Two days later, they left. The house emptied of everything but possibility, and I used that emptiness to prepare.
I had a professional full body wax so that I would be smooth for him, because I know he likes that. I also made sure I did some of the chores my aunt had been planning to do for him but had not been able to complete. I did his laundry and ironing perfectly, polished all his shoes that needed polishing, mended a few items of clothing that had lost a button or needed some trivial repair. My aunt and uncle had taken her car so that she would have it with her; my uncle was taking the train home. So I washed and detailed his car as best I could, working my hands into the leather until it gleamed with the same attention I wanted to give to him. Basically, I made sure that anything that had to do with him was perfect.
When my uncle returned, I was in class, so I could not welcome him home. But I made sure to cook his favorite meal for him, the one my aunt makes when she wants to thank him for something. When I returned to the house, he was waiting for me on the terrace. He embraced me warmly and kissed me. It was electric. It felt different than the kisses from when my aunt was there. This was deeper, more overwhelming, like he was not only there with me in the kiss but directing it, supporting it with his hands on my back, guiding my mouth open with a pressure he had not used on me before.
The air was warm and the jasmine smelled as it only can on the last night before it begins to wither—that particular intensity of something at the height of its bloom, aware of its own ending. A languid breeze paid its last respects and moved as if tethered to us, waiting for something to begin. He looked at me for a long time without speaking. His eyes moved over my face with a scrutiny that felt like reading.
Then he said: “I am going to fuck you now, Kamal. It will hurt, maybe even terribly. But I need you to feel the pain. I need it to destroy everything that’s only yours in you, the parts of you that can live without being mine. Or, I can stop and we can both walk away as we are.” I must have looked visibly distressed because he laughed and said, “But don’t worry, I won’t.”
His hands came up to hold my face and he kissed me again. It was a dominating, possessive kiss. When it ended he moved just an inch away and told me to leave him, to prepare and be ready when he called me.
During the hours between his words and the event, I prepared and whilst waiting in my room I read your text, Being Cunted. I marked the pages where you spoke of the proper mental state required for this transformation. For the first time, I understood from the inside what it meant to be prepared. I spent that afternoon in a state of profound stillness, accepting that whatever I believed myself to be until that moment was merely a placeholder for the truth you described. I sat in my room with the book open on my lap and felt my own consciousness thinning, becoming permeable, ready to be rewritten.
When the time came, he led me into his bedroom. Farid did not touch me at first. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me. This lasted for what felt like ages, though it may have been only minutes—time had already begun to behave differently, stretching and contracting according to his attention. He stripped me slowly, his eyes moving over my body with clinical ownership, cataloging every inch he was about to claim. I stood before him naked and trembling, feeling every inch of my skin exposed to his judgment, my hands hanging useless at my sides because I understood that I was no longer permitted to cover myself.
“You are so beautiful.” he said. Then he came for me.
He arranged me on the bed, pushing me down onto my stomach without a word. He used his hand to open me, unravelling me with an aggressive patience that left no room for hesitation. His fingers worked with a deliberation that felt like surgery, like he was clearing a path through me. I felt the weight of him pressing me into the bed, the heat of his clothed body against my bare back. Then he took me.
“If it hurts, feel it.”
He fucked me with a controlled violence that I had never imagined possible. It was not chaotic; it was precise and overwhelming, each thrust delivered with a certainty that suggested he had always known exactly where I ended and he began. He used my body as if it were a tool designed specifically for his pleasure, driving himself deep into me again and again with a rhythm that felt inevitable. I felt my breath leave me, my lungs seizing as he found the depth he was searching for.
I felt something inside me let go. Not break—release. He fucked me past the point where I could track time or distance. I began to weep, and shake, my body convulsing with sobs that seemed to come from somewhere beneath my ribs. I was aware of being gone from myself, floating somewhere above the bed while my body remained pinned beneath him, still receiving, still being used. The room blurred into shadow and light. In that state of near-unconsciousness, using your word, I understood that I was being cunted. The knowledge arrived not as thought, but as sensation, a cellular recognition of what was being carved into me.
He finished inside me. He did not pull away immediately; he held me down with his full weight until I stopped gasping, shivering, trembling. But I continued crying. And he seemed okay with that.
He whispered quietly in my ear, telling me how proud he was of me, how I had proved him right to want me, how strong I was for never having asked him to stop, even when he hoped I would. He kissed me and I remember nothing more.
When I woke the next morning, I discovered The Void.
It is not a metaphor. It is a literal, physical location in my body—a singular point of ache situated low in my belly, just behind the pubic bone. It felt as if a piece of me had been scooped out and replaced with an ongoing hunger that could only be satisfied by him. This Void did not vanish when he left the room or when I returned to my normal life.
Days later, it is still there. I feel it while I am sitting in lectures at college, listening to professors speak about literature and history, my pen moving across the page while my body orients itself toward his absence. I feel it during meals with my friends, as I smile and talk about mundane things, the conversation flowing around me while I remain anchored to this ache. It is an ongoing bodily reminder of the only man who can make me feel whole, the only one who has ever owned me.
My outward life has become a performance. I speak to friends, submit my work to smiling professors, I attend dinners, I laugh at jokes that float aimlessly through the air, but it is all an act, a performance by someone who no longer exists. The Kamal they think they know is gone; he was happily and willingly remade in the shape of Farid’s desire.
I want to say to you also that I could not have understood what was happening to me without your writing. Your words provided the only interpretive frame that made my mental state possible. Without them, I might have tried to categorize this event through the lens of romance or simple lust, and it would have remained elusive and its moment unknown. You gave me the vocabulary to accept the transformation as a revelation of what always was, waiting beneath the surface of who I pretended to be.
Now, when the ache becomes unbearable during the day, I return mentally to a specific sensory anchor: the smell of jasmine in furious bloom upon a warm beating breeze just before he spoke to me. That is where the shift began. That is where I left myself behind.
It is impossible for me to ever tell my family what has happened or who I have become. They see a dutiful son and student; they do not see the faggot who carries Farid’s seed inside him as a permanent mark of ownership. They do not see The Void. They do not see me.
But you do. And because of you, Farid does.
Thank you.
Kamal.
I almost had tears in my eyes reading this account the first time. The events described are so glorious, and Kamal’s expressive depictions of both the physical and emotional elements of his cunting (as well as The Void) are spectacular. I’m practically speechless.
What Master Farid did to Kamal is not easy, especially upon deflowering, but Master Farid did manage to cunt Kamal on the first fuck. It makes me wonder if Master Farid has owned/used fags in the past. If he hasn’t, then Master Farid has an innate understanding of how a faggot is to be used and claimed! As I’ve said before, Alphas have these instincts … but they don’t always act on them.
I chuckled when Kamal described The Void perfectly. I wasn’t expecting that additional perspective, but Kamal’s entire journey into true faghood through cunting and voiding is one of the most complete documents I’ve ever read. It’s a masterpiece!
Fags, read it again and again. This can be the result if you act in honesty, faith, and courage! Straight Alphas are out there willing to own you and give you experiences like this. You’ll never know the satisfying completion of purpose that Kamal feels now unless you try!
To my dear Kamal, thank you for sharing this with me and for trusting me! I think you’re beautiful inside and out, and I can’t wait to hear more of your discoveries as your Master Farid trains you and takes you deeper into your submission!
I’m a fag from Italy and Im noticing some strange behaviour in my alpha bf.
We’ve been dating for 5 months and everything is perfect he is so dominant yet caring, and I always try to serve him in the best way possible… But recently I’ve started noticing how strange he acts around straight guys, he looks diminished around them physically speaking even tho they are objectively even smaller than him sometimes. It feels like he can’t be the top dog around straight men and I gotta be honest… Its really starting to affect my opinion of him, makes me seem him as less of man. I’ve talked about this already with a very close friend of mine, he’s a fag too and he’s the one who made me realize a year ago that I wasnt just “submissive” so I’ve always gone to him for Alpha/fags matter but his response surprised me quite bit. He said that it was normal that even if he’s an alpha he’s a gay one and superior men will always have power over him no matter how alpha he is… Didn’t really sit right with me so after a couple of days later I asked him more questions, like “if he’s an Alpha how can other men be superior to him?” and he said “real men” kinda laughing like it was some obvious shit to which I said that my bf is a real man and he bursted out laughing saying that he was not… I was super confused cause he is generally super respectful of my bf, as a man and as an Alpha and seeing… that I was super confused he continued saying “straight men, real men are straight men. I thought it was obvious to you” and explained that being a gay Alpha makes not difference around real men, that straight guys are our superiors and my bf wasn’t acting weird around them it’s simply how inferiors act around straight men. Even urged me to be more respectful to straight men since I wasn’t aware of this thing (sounded disappointed af lol) and we continued talking about this via message saying that most gays don’t accept this truth that he was disappointed in me, continued saying that the most Alpha gay is inferior to the least alpha straight man, that Straight alphas are on top, then average straight men then gay “alphas”, yeah with quotation marks cause “gay alphas are alphas only to gays, so not real alphas” and even suggested me to write Straight with capital S as a sign of respect from now on which I find exaggerated but I’m doing it when messaging with him. In a way I can understand what he said, my bf actually does look “weaker” than his normal self when he’s around straight men, and I have to admit that I’ve considered straight men real men for years but superiors?! Talking about gays being interior to Straight men like it’s normal?… In really value his guidance, he’s kind of a “senpai” to me(lol), and I have to admit his points are really valid and I’m 80% sure he’s right but I still have doubts and wanted to ask you.
Is it normal that my bf acts this way around straight men? Is my friend actually right or right to some extent?
Thank you for writing! This is actually an important topic!
I understand your feelings, and, as a faggot who has served mostly straight Alphas, I can understand the perspective from a fetish standpoint. All gays have a fetish for straights because of early development attachments we had to straights growing up. We see straights as “ideal” and ourselves as “defective” because SOCIETY views it this way. I refer to this as “gay inferiority syndrome”.
However, it’s really that attitude that is the defect, and not we ourselves.
Your cock-sure fag friend is absolutely fucking wrong. Your boyfriend isn’t diminished or “lesser” because he’s gay. What a stupid thing to say about any Alpha! Master Lorenzo is a gay Alpha, and I’d venture to say he would fuck anyone into oblivion and better than any straight Alpha. Same with Master Dean, another gay Alpha who holds his own with some of the straightest and most powerful Alphas on the planet. The gay Alphas I’ve featured on this site over the years have been incredible Men who could lead armies. They are not diminished in any way … unless they are naturally lower within Alpha hierarchy OR they diminish themselves with thinking like yours.
And here’s what I mean by that: you and your friend are forgetting that Alphas have an internal hierarchy within their fraternity. Your boyfriend might simply be a lower-tiered Alpha among other, more naturally powerful Alphas. Should you respect him less because nature made him to be what he is? So because he’s not an Apex or God-level Alpha, you should suddenly find him less appealing or question his virility?? Do you see how stupid that starts to sound?
But what concerns me most from your question pertains to your Alpha’s own view of himself. Does HE carry that “gay inferiority syndrome” within himself?? Maybe somewhere inside himself he feels lesser than straight Men and Alphas. I sincerely hope not, because he shouldn’t EVER have to suffer from those awful and negative stereotypes! However, that diminishment you describe could very well be an outwardly manifestation of his own feelings of unworthiness! How sad to hear if that is true. The world desperately needs Alpha power, and when it is revealed, it should be adored and encouraged!
Which leads me back to you and your stupid-ass faggot friend. You both should be ashamed of yourselves for disparaging this Alpha. Rather than showing him respect, you went off to cattily bitch about his supposed shortcomings behind his back with your friend. I cannot tell you how disgustingly disloyal that is.
Rather than disparaging his “flaws” as an Alpha, examine your own flaws as his supposed faggot.
hi! i want to know your thoughts on incest. is it acceptable if a father claims his son as a faggot? if so what age is acceptable to start.
Thank you for your question!
Let me preface this response by saying that, in general, it’s illegal in most countries and definitely considered to be morally wrong by most people. But I think you probably know this already.
But Hierarchy is Natural Law, so it doesn’t always conform to every man-made law of modern society.
Hierarchically-speaking, “incest” of the kind you mention is not necessarily wrong. Of course, the son should have some agency over himself and be old enough to understand and consent.
But once those conditions are met, the act of a father taking his faggot son as his own servant is an act of deep love and concern. No father wants his faggot son out in the world being bullied and harmed by careless Alphas. Better to take full ownership of him, train him, and prepare him to fulfill his purpose himself.
And I’m not speaking from an irresponsible or uninformed perspective. I’ve known multiple faggots who are owned (or have been owned) by their fathers, and in each case both the fathers and the sons were deeply fulfilled by embracing their roles with each other.
It may not suit me or most of my readers, but I’ve seen enough joy and fulfillment from these ones to know that this “taboo” element of hierarchy is valid. I’ll never disparage them or their choices.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a shy faggot named Michael who successfully offered service to a straight Alpha who lives in his apartment complex! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
My track record of successfully guiding faggots to submit and serve straight Alphas isn’t luck. My instincts have been honed from many years of doing it myself, so much so that I can correctly advise based on information from an EMAIL. In fact, part of the reason why this site has succeeded is because of my wildly accurate advice column and my hands-on approach.
Of course, some situations are easier than others. Take, for example, my recent advising of a faggot named Michael whom I met on the Hierarchy Discord. One day Michael reached out to me this way:
Hey Sam, I have a possible opportunity and I thought it might be easier to chat with you here than over email. There’s a guy in my building that I think is an alpha and I’ve been subtly serving him. My apartment looks down into a courtyard and I see him smoking in it a few times a day. Whenever I see him coming I hold the door open, I call him sir, I offered him my water when I saw him on the communal treadmill, I carried packages to his door for him, etc. and he always seems to take the service naturally and really enjoy it.
I went out to take out some big trash and saw him again and we started chatting and he mentioned he’s pissed at his girlfriend because she won’t put out lately. I told him anyone should be grateful to be with him and he gave me a big smirk. I’m thinking of offering sexual service to him. Do you think it’s worth it? I think so. I’m just not sure the best way to offer it. He’s straight.
Michael did an excellent job laying the foundation I’m always preaching about, making himself useful to this straight Alpha in a variety of ways. That kind of selfless submission triggers every Alpha’s need to be worshiped.
But the real “tell” comes with how an Alpha reacts to that trigger being pulled. In my experience, the really interested Alphas will start openly telling a faggot that their girlfriends/wives aren’t satisfying them sexually. Straight Alphas do this because they know their sexual power and desirability are irresistible to subs. By saying this, they can then gauge whether or not an inferior male is gay and/or a faggot by its body language and eye contact. This is a long explanation for a primal process that takes literal seconds.
Needless to say, this straight Alpha got the answer he anticipated from Michael.
So I advised Michael to lose the “but he’s straight” mentality, because I was already seeing between the lines of this encounter. I knew with the right approach this Alpha would make a move.
And sure enough, yesterday it happened:
I caught him outside this evening and chatted him up. He mentioned his girlfriend is out of town for a week visiting her sister and her new niece. He said he was pent up and I told him, “there’s lots of people out there that would love to help you with that”.
He gave me that alpha smirk and asked what I meant and I said I would be proud to volunteer if it would help relieve him. He just said “follow me” and So he led me up to his place.
When I got in he shut and locked the door behind me and I got a little nervous but he just pulled down his pants and sat in an armchair and commanded me “get to it, let’s see what you can do” he had a massive hairy cock to match his trim beard and at first I just sort of ran my tongue across it and savored it. I must have started off right because he moaned and pulled my head down on it. I sucked him and got into a deep sub space as he called me a faggot and a slut. He said he knew what I was and what I wanted and it was about time I gave it.
He said I had a cute face so he didn’t mind fucking it and if I was good he might take my ass. After a while he really throat fucked me and came buckets down my throat.
He said I was a good fag and after I cleaned off his cock he lead me out. He didn’t take my phone number, apparently his girlfriend is paranoid and jealous. But I gave him my apartment number and told him to just knock it he needs me.
It felt so good. It felt so right. I’m so glad I acted on my instincts. When I got home I just savored his taste and his scent and fucked myself with a dildo imagining it was him. I hope he takes me up on that offer.
Incredible!!!
Like Michael, I’m also glad he acted on instincts! Hierarchy is all about instinctual impulses, animal impulses. The real trick (and for faggots, difficulty) is seeing the real need or desire behind those impulses. Alphas are born with the ability to see through façades; it’s part of their hunting instinct. Faggots need to develop it.
I’m so happy that Michael managed to serve this straight Alpha. He was patient and submissive and always looking for an opening, and he was rewarded with this straight Alpha’s cum in his tummy!
