This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

I must admit that I was absolutely floored by this recent true story told to me by Michael the faggot about how his Alpha father revealed his true nature at age 13. The depth of wisdom shown by Michael’s father Steve is almost incomprehensible to mere mortals. It just doesn’t square with the behavior of average Men. Of course, Alphas are not average Men.

When we left the story, Master Steve had helped his faggot son Michael understand the truth of his existence, and had encouraged Michael to offer services to their Alpha neighbor Brian. Michael dutifully followed his father’s instructions and began serving Brian by helping with homework and chores.

But I knew there was more to the story, so I pressed on. And sure enough, Michael began to relate to me the further extraordinary training he received from his father, and the real start of his career as a faggot.

I started out by cleaning (Brian’s) room, and before long, i was doing his laundry, changing his sheets and towels every other day, washing his car, doing the grocery shopping for him and his mom.  My dad was watching this and clearly was approving of my performance as  faggot to my teen Alpha neighbor. 

One day my dad asked me how things were going with Brian, and i bubbled over with enthusiasm for my newly-found faggotry.  “You know,” dad said, “One day, he’s going to need a blow job.”  Dad explained that giving head is the ultimate way in which a faggot shows its dedication and submission to its Alpha, and that there is no greater physical pleasure that a faggot can provide to its Alpha. Dad explained that for a lot of Alphas, especially straight Alphas like Brian, getting his dick sucked was a major step psychologically; that they had to get over the idea that it was somehow “gay” to get their cocks sucked.   Dad said that once they got over that prejudice, there was so much that a faggot could do to make its Alpha feel great.

My dad then asked if I had ever sucked cock.  I told him that I had not.  My dad then commenced to teach me.  He explained the anatomy.  He explained how even an average size dick was longer than the mouth and inevitably how the faggot’s throat would be involved.  He explained how the muscles of the throat could work to enhance the pleasure that the Alpha receives.  My dad explained how a faggot should breathe while its throat was stuffed with Alpha cock.  And when it came time for me to practice, my dad let me practice on his cock.  He talked me through it; he explained about the gag reflex, and both the positive and negative aspects of gagging on an Alpha’s cock.

WOW! I thought Master Steve’s training was extraordinary before! I had no idea that he actually had his faggot son practice on his own cock!

After that thorough training, Michael was ready to offer himself sexually to his new Alpha Brian. All he needed was an opportunity.

One Sunday afternoon, I was at Brian’s editing one of his school assignments on his computer when he came in from a date.   “Shit, faggot,” he exclaimed. “I’m as horny as a toad, and Sarah (his girlfriend at the time) wasn’t in the mood.” I told him that I could take care of that. 

“What do you mean?” he said.  So, i got down on my knees and i pulled down his shorts.  His cock popped out, already pretty hard (but little did i know then just how much bigger and harder it could become) and i reached for it. 

Brian protested, “I’m not gay.”  I explained to him that he wouldn’t become gay if i sucked his dick.  If he sucked mine, that might be different. He seemed to accept that explanation, and i started in licking his cock, as my dad had taught me.  Dad taught me that a blow job is not merely a sexual act; rather it is an act of worship.  A faggot takes its time and gives its Alpha’s cock the respect and adoration it deserves. After all, it is the very font of the Alpha’s power, of his being. 

But I could tell that Brian was on the verge of explosion and I didn’t want him to miss the full deep throat experience so I backed off of cock licking and took his truly gorgeous cock into my mouth and down my throat.  The rest, as i wrote the other day, is history.

Master Steve also taught Michael the true worth of an Alpha’s cumshot.

The first time I tasted Brian’s cum was amazing.  That was the first time I actually ever tasted cum — not even my own, as difficult as that may be to believe.  Even while he was training me, my dad never ejaculated, so I never tasted his cum.  I didn’t know what to expect, taste-wise, and I found the taste a little strange.  The first impression was slightly salty; then I thought it tasted musty.  It is not altogether an unpleasant taste and since then, many loads later, I have come to kind of enjoy the taste. 

How I felt?  Well, I felt on top of the world.  All the bed making and laundry doing and errand running aside, when I brought Brian to orgasm using only my mouth, I had this tremendous feeling of having arrived at a destination, of having committed myself so there was no turning back. (And indeed, I have not turned back.) 

I knew to swallow his load, because my dad impressed upon me the importance of doing that (although even without dad’s tutoring, I would have done it anyway.  Dad said that beyond being disrespectful, when an Alpha gives a faggot his cum he is giving the faggot the very essence of his being, of his Apha-hood.  It is a gift of a god, and the faggot MUST swallow, to capture that essence within himself forever.

Alpha Brian’s reaction followed the pattern of most straight Men who experience their first blowjob from a faggot – surprise, confusion, and finally gratitude.

Brian’s reaction?  It took me about 10 minutes or so to bring him to climax.  When he did orgasm, he must have shot 4 or 5 shots of cum down my throat (I didn’t actually taste him until started to withdraw and the last load sort of dribbled across my tongue.  His words were “On my fucking god!!”  He had had blow jobs before, he told me, but never like this. 

It was my first blow job, and from my current perspective, I know it probably was a pretty lousy bj.  But it was not the last one I gave Brian.  In fact, it became a pretty steady thing — to the point that sometimes he would text me to come over and take care of him before he headed to school, or to practice.  There was an initial period of, I guess, guilt or confusion in his part, but he got over that quickly.

And so began Michael the faggot’s career of serving Men!

Most faggots develop like I did, by trial and error, asking questions, humbly accepting advice, and lots of meditation. But Michael’s incredible development into the courageous worship machine he is today was made possible by the once-in-a-lifetime, hands-on instruction of his father Master Steve.

When Alphas take the time to groom and train faggots, passing on their knowledge of Hierarchical truth, they sow the seeds of proper and valuable service to Men. The ripple effect of this is incalculable and profound. For example, Master Steve’s training of his faggot son has led to many other straight Alphas receiving service from him, even down to this very day many years later.

It is my sincere hope that Alphas reading this account will take these lessons into their heart. Alphahood is about more than simply blowing a load. It’s about being a LEADER OF MEN. It is about being the captain of a great ship and commandeering every male on the vessel to steer it to its destination.

It is Nature’s way. The universe gives Alphas tremendous blessings, but also a sacred commission. The greatest Alphas – Apex Alphas like Master Steve – proudly take hold of that commission with a serious mind and unwavering focus.

And our world is better for that kind of leadership.

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

I think many readers were inspired/jealous/amazed by the story of Michael, the faggot who basically offered his way into service to a bunch of Alphas in his apartment complex. It is absolutely one of the most impressive faggot stories I’ve ever featured on this site. Many of you undoubtedly wondered how Michael became so devoted and single-minded in service to Alphas.

As I have discovered, Michael learned about the truth of his existence from his Alpha father, a remarkable and very wise Master named Steve.

One fateful day Master Steve upended his son’s world with a startling revelation:

i was maybe 14 or 15 years old.  i had a crush on the guy who lived next door.  He was in my high school, a couple of years ahead of me.  He was gorgeous, 6 feet tall broad shoulders, blond hair, tanned, always smiling.  Everyone in school liked him and looked up to him.  He played on the basketball and baseball teams, was always on the honor roll.  He had amazing confidence.  One day, while my dad and i were doing some yard work, i told my dad that i wanted to be just like Brian. 

My dad stopped what he was doing and just said directly, “You can’t be like Brian, Mike.” 

“What do you mean?” I asked.  So my dad explained: among all the men in the world, very few of them are Alpha males.  They are Alpha Males by the nature of their genetic structure, personality, what have you.  They are born that way.  They do nothing to become Alphas.  You can’t learn to be an Alpha, you can’t practice.  “You either are or you are not,” my dad said.  He went on to say that he could tell just by being my dad, that i am not an Alpha Male.

What a stunning moment! Imagine being a 14 year-old boy and told this by your Alpha father!

Master Steve wisely dropped that first taste of truth and allowed it to sink into Michael’s mind and soul. However, what came next was an even more powerful truth!

It took me quite a while to process what my dad had told me about Alpha Males.  Even though i had started high school, i was really quite immature about things sexual.  i kind of put the whole business in the back of my mind as i tackled school work. 

It was maybe months later when i again raised the issue with my dad.  i told him that i had been thinking about what he had said that day in the garden.  “And what have you been thinking?” my dad asked. 

“Well, i have been thinking about Alpha Males and Brian, and i guess i understand that if i can’t become an Alpha like Brian, i can still try to be Brian’s friend.” 

“Of course,” my dad said, “but you need to understand that just as fate had laid out this role of Alpha for Brian, fate has also laid out a special role for you, son, as a faggot.” 

i was shocked.  i had heard the word before and when i heard the word used, it was never in a good sense. 

But before i could protest that i wasn’t a faggot, and that my dad, of all people shouldn’t be calling me that, my dad, said: “Stop right there. Everything that you have heard on the street about faggots is wrong, is prejudice, is adolescent boys talking bullshit about shit that they know nothing about.” 

And then my dad commenced to tell me things about what my life would be like that just blew my mind.

Hearing that truth from his Alpha father cut like a knife. But then Master Steve connected the dots for his faggot son in the most direct and beautiful way:

My dad told me that faggots existed in order to serve Alpha Males; that faggots looked for ways to help Alphas, to make their lives easier.  My dad explained that faggots did this because they got a kind of sexual charge out of doing things for Alpha Males. 

What was shocking about this was that my dad was explaining exactly what i was going through at that time.  i had started to make friends with Brian at school.  He would let me sit with Him and His friends in the cafeteria.  Once Brian kind of idly said, to no one in particular, that He would love a coke out of the machine that was in the school lunchroom.  He wasn’t asking anyone to get it, and He didn’t get up to get it Himself.  But i just went to the machine and bought Him a coke.  And i got kind of a hard-on bringing the coke back to Him. So, when my dad said that faggots did things for Alphas for the sexual charge, that really resonated with me, and my ears perked up so to speak. 

But my dad went farther in his explanation.   He explained that a faggot would perform a service for an Alpha not so much for the sexual high, but because that is what faggots do — that is their purpose.  The sexual high is a kind of bonus for the faggot, but that the faggot’s real satisfaction comes from the knowledge that his service pleases the Alpha.  i found this a little difficult to wrap my mind around.  But with experience, i would come to understand exactly what my dad was talking about. 

What a concept to unwrap for his son! Considering this was 10-12 years ago, Michael’s father was really unloading principles that the internet hadn’t quite popularized yet! This just goes to show that the Alpha/faggot dynamic is an ancient one understood at a fundamental level by Men.

Then Master Steve opened up his faggot son’s eyes to the possibilities:

That was how he taught me,  He focused on the teen Alpha next door, Brian, who i really admired.  Dad knew this.  A few weeks after i bought Brian a coke at school and my dad and i had the first talk about how a faggot serves, i mentioned to dad that Brian’s mom, who was a single mom, had set up some rules in their house — essentially, Brian had to take care of himself: clean his room, do his own laundry clean up his breakfast dishes, that kind of stuff. 

My dad just said to me – and i remember his words exactly because they essentially set a template for my intro into real faggotry – “don’t you think that Brian has more important things to do with his time than clean his room?” 

i thought about it.  Of course he does.  Brian could spend extra time in the gym fine-tuning his incredible body. Or fucking his girl friend.  Or hanging out with his buds at the burger joint.  But the point my dad made was not that i would clean Brian’s room because i wanted to, and not because i freed Brian from doing that task, but because it made Brian’s life richer.

With that one instance, my dad instilled in me the essential creed of the faggot:  i do my Alpha’s laundry, or wash His car or scrub His bathroom floor, not to relieve Him of that task, but to enhance the joy of His life — to make His life richer, more pleasurable.  And that is how my dad followed my progress in my early years as i explored the dimensions of being a faggot. 

This is the lesson, the one that needs to be embraced by all faggots everywhere. It’s a lesson that this great Alpha Male had the wisdom, insight, and compassion to instill in his beloved faggot son. What an incredible, unforgettable gift! It was, in fact, pivotal and life-changing in the deepest of ways!

And just imagine the struggle that Master Steve must’ve felt within himself! To look at his son and see the reality that his son – the fruit of his Alpha loins – was actually a faggot. It had to be difficult. But rather than cry over what was lost, Master Steve instead embraced what he found, and made it the best he could!

EPILOGUE

Years later, there was a beautiful moment that summed up the unprecedented relationship between Master Steve and his faggot son Michael:

It was some years later.  i already was in college, doing well, playing intercollegiate sports, and in service to my Alpha roommate.

i was talking to my dad while at home on a break and he asked, as he was prone to do at that time, how i was making out as a faggot to my roommate (i kept no secrets from my dad).  i told him it was great, i really felt complete and fulfilled by my service. 

He said he was glad to hear that, and the conversation drifted to my high school days and my earlier forays into faggotry.  i said that i really, really appreciated what he did, that he set me on the right course, and that he enabled me to feel good about myself and my role in life. 

And my dad said, “Mike, that’s what fathers do.  They prepare their sons for life.  I taught you how to tie your shoelaces, how to hit a baseball.  Why wouldn’t I teach you how to be the best fucking faggot you could possibly be?” 

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

The very first post from my faggot brother Michael last month was a knockout punch. In it, Michael told the story of how he slyly offered oral service to one of the Alphas in his apartment building, and it soon mushroomed into servicing multiple Alphas there every day.

My audience reaction to Michael’s story was overwhelming. Some, of course, thought it was too good to be true. Many others were both envious and encouraged by Michael’s courageous example. Meanwhile, I was sitting back with a knowing, self-satisfied smile on my face. Faggots like Michael keep proving that the gospel I preach is accurate and works in the real world.

Now Michael returns to update this situation, and it’s a doozy. It seems that the first Alpha that Michael blew – the one who started the chain reaction of Alphas within the apartment complex – has upped claim on the enterprising faggot.

Here’s Michael:

The awesome, gorgeous, clearly Alpha  Gen Z guy, the first “neighbor” that i gave head to; let’s give Him a name, because this story really is about Him.  i’ll call Him Jake here (although that’s not His real name).  This is the story about Jake’s awakening.  And i’m kinda proud that i showed Him the way.  I mentioned that after i blew Him, i cleaned up His apartment.  i started to do that pretty regularly (like every day; just to lay eyes on Him),  i would come down to His place, knock on the door, and when He let me in i’d start cleaning,  Most times, He didn’t even want to be blown.  He’d be busy working on His computer, and i’d just go about doing my business.  After a few times of this He asked me why.  i told Him i did it because He was entitled (that was the word i used) to have someone clean His apartment — that He deserved a clean apartment and that He had too many other things to do than to clean His place.  “A man like you,” i told Him, “should be spending His time doing things that give Him pleasure, not drudgery.”  i framed my answer to His question in terms of His entitlement, not in terms of my need to serve.  After all, as you know, a faggot’s focus always is on the Alpha.

Let’s stop there. That last part (italics are mine) is a CLASSIC maneuver that only experienced faggots with the correct mindset truly understand and practice, and it is successful far more than not. I literally laughed out loud when I read this, because I use the same technique constantly and I know it works. I hope you’re paying attention, because my dear brother Michael is dropping truth bombs into your eyeballs.

Jake said nothing.  He didn’t probe further about my answer, but i could tell that He was pondering the implications.  So, a couple days later, when i asked Him how He liked His laundry done, His only answer was “Every other day.”  And so, i started looking for additional ways that i could serve Him, as is a good faggot’s wont — that’s the way i was taught. Small things: picking up His mail every day at the mail  room, clean sheets on His bed every couple of days, always fresh towels in His bath, cooking His dinner in so He didn’t have to mess with carryout from one of the local restaurants.  And after a few weeks, His work was deemed “critical” and He had to go into His office daily.  He called me in to tell me.  He gave me a key to His apartment and advised me that now His shoes needed to be perfectly polished every day.  And i was to insure that His suits were dry cleaned.  He woke me one morning at 6:00am observing that His dress shirt had a wrinkle and i immediately rushed down to His apartment and ironed it again.”Don’t let this happen again,” He warned, and i was thrilled that He was really getting His Alpha on.  And of course, now that Jake was going into work every day, He advised me that His car needed to be detailed.  And He expects me to be in His apartment when He returns from work so that i can take off His shoes and massage His feet.  Sometimes He even lets me suck His toes. 

i didn’t make Jake an Alpha Male, because as you know Sam, Alphas are born, not made (just like faggots).  And Jake is not the first Alpha i have had the privilege of awakening (my first was a kid in my high school).  But every time i help to bring another Alpha to the fullness of His Alpha-hood, i feel proud to be a faggot and to enrich the world with another supremely confident, entitled Alpha god.

I know the feeling Michael expresses here. As I’ve said before, I’ve had the privilege of being the First Faggot to multiple Alpha Males in the past, and it never gets old. There is this sense of wonder that comes over them (described by Michael above) as the truth dawns on them. That moment when they realize they are not being tricked, and that the faggot standing before them is their possession to use however they want. It is profoundly moving and wondrous to behold.

This might be one of the most powerful First Faggot transformation stories captured on this site since Home Depot fag and his Alpha. I’m overwhelmed by the truth and power of this experience, and I’m extremely grateful to my brother Michael for sharing his wisdom with everybody!

P.S. Michael has another incredible story to tell that will help explain more about how he has become so adept at submitting to Men. Hopefully we can tell that soon!

This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

Every so often I have a crazy, mind-blowing story drop right into my lap. This website serves as something of a funnel for the experiences happening around the Hierarchy. I then follow the leads, and eventually get the true story (if it’s there). But the following story is not only true, but it’s also insane and inspirational.

A faggot named Michael left a message in the comments section here on the site. When I read it, I was stunned. Here it is:

My experience has been just the opposite. My apartment building is filled with totally hot Men now working from home and away from their girlfriends. It started when a Gen Z guy I’ve always admired when working out in the apartment building gym complained that He wasn’t “getting any.” “I can fix that,” I offered, and when we finished our workout we went back to His apartment and I gave Him the blow job of His life. Well, bless His heart, He passed the word on to His Alpha friends in the building (I’m thrilled to learn there are so many Alphas here) and since then, it’s been several times a day, either Him or one or more of His buddies. I couldn’t be happier if this quarantine business goes on for months.

Believe me, I sat there and re-read that comment multiple times in disbelief. I had to know more, so I looked up his email address in the system and contacted him. After some back-and-forth, Michael told me more about this incredible situation.

I am making the quarantine more tolerable for the Alphas in my apartment building.  I am surprised that more faggots aren’t taking advantage of this opportunity.  What can I say?  I suspect that these guys are totally straight because to a man every one of them was blown away (pun intended) by the first bj I gave them.  They simply were not used to that kind of quality.  A few have been really tentative upon ringing my doorbell.  They were as horny as fuck and had steeled themselves to the idea of having a guy swing on their dicks, but they still needed reassurance when confronting the fact that they were now in my apartment, and the idea wasn’t abstract any longer.  It is so satisfying to me to see the shy and tentative ones come back.  I average about 3-4 blow jobs a day. My daily best was 14.  So far, there has never been more than one Man at a time.

The guy that I first served (that I discussed in my comment)we went back to His apartment.  The place really was a mess, and so after His blow job, I suggested that I clean the place up.  He was kind of taken aback, and I had to do some fancy talking to get Him to let me clean His place and do His laundry.  I have to say that I love this as much as I love sucking His gorgeous cock.  As you understand, Sam, our purpose in life is to make the lives of Superior Alphas easier and more enjoyable. I think that being cooped up, away from their girlfriends, and especially from their Alpha buddies, really stresses these guys out.  And so, it is an ideal circumstance for faggots like me to fulfill their purpose for being.

I pressed for more information, and Michael added this:

I have been living in apartments for quite awhile and it was only the fact of the quarantine that I was moved to offer up my services.  I’ve been missing years of opportunity. Actually, i had been eyeing this guy for months — in the elevator, in the garage, in the gym.  He’s awesomely gorgeous, carries Himself like a true Alpha, kind of oblivious to His entitlement, His superiority.  He has an incredible body that not even His baggy gym clothes can hide.  i was kind of shocked when He just spoke up that day and told me that He was missing steady sex with His girl friend who was isolated on the other side of town.  i don’t know, maybe He spotted me for a cocksucking faggot, but He certainly didn’t treat me that way.  I think He was genuinely surprised when I offered.  And if He considered me at all it was for a blow job. While he was a little surprised when I offered to clean His apartment, He has since discovered the advantages of having a faggot. He has never acknowledged having passed the word about me off to other men in the building, but I can think of no other way these guys started showing up at my door.

Let this be a lesson – Alpha Males are sharks, and when they smell blood in the water, they come for miles and work themselves into a feeding frenzy.

There’s no way an apartment complex full of single, quarantined Alphas will pass on a talented cocksucking faggot who also cleans up after them. These guys look at the use of a faggot in this situation like it is a urinal trough at Wrigley Field, or the final drunk fat chick left in the bar at last call. Guys understand. They don’t judge each other. Men do what they must, and they fist-bump the next guy coming in while they zip up on their way out the door.

For a faggot like Michael, this is the pinnacle of his service life.

After the epidemic passes and we all return to our “normal” lives, it’s highly likely that one or more of these Alphas will retain Michael’s services, or find themselves another faggot to use. Think about this: Michael’s bravery has resulted in an arrangement in that apartment complex that will fundamentally change these straight Alphas forever!

THAT is why we serve!

Here’s my brother @cagedjock serving Alpha cock in his typically sensual way!

You can tell by the way the Alpha melts that he loves that talented mouth!

Sam, not a question, but my second brain kicked in with the question from the fag whose lover is dominant in bed but hasn’t extended it further. Wow, how does he show Him he wants to be used as a slave.

I flashed to him putting himself in a cock cage, then coming to his Dom, kneeling, then holding out the keys and asking Him if He would own and control the keys. That small action would convey all that needed to be said. Respectfully considering the Dom, I’m sure He’s aware His partner is not cumming when He uses him for sex. He probably really enjoys that clear Masculine, Dominant, Superior feeling that comes with it.

I’m so glad he asked the question and you published it. I really enjoyed the side trip it gave me!

This is in response to THIS recent Questions From Readers question.

Yes, I thought about suggesting that, but I thought it might be over-the-top. It’s certainly an excellent “next step” in the process! 

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

I’ve never been a huge proponent of online findom for a variety of reasons, but my main objection is this: it weakens Hierarchy by encouraging lazy, selfish faggot behavior while elevating unworthy dumbfucks to the rank of Alpha simply for being attractive or cartoonishly “dominant”.

Now, the faggot nonsense I can brush aside (after all, life will be a harsh Master in the long run), but these fake “Masters” of findom really offended me. You see, I’ve been fortunate in my faggot career to have been owned in real life by some of the greatest straight Alphas I’ve ever known. I know true Alphahood when I see it not only I’ve served them, but also because I have a deep appreciation for Hierarchical truth. And lemme tell you, Alphas aren’t defined by the number of feet pics they post online.

Having said that, I can confidently tell you that Master Virgo (@KingVir919404 on X) is one of the purest straight God Alphas in all of online findom.

I met him around 2021 and was instantly captivated by his chilly, casual demeanor. I was also excited to find out he owned live-in faggots despite being resolutely heterosexual. His early interactions with me were curt and dismissive, as if he was a movie star who couldn’t be bothered. Then one evening I was speaking with one of his live-in faggots in a Twitter Space when Master Virgo arrived home and began barking orders to his faggots, and I could sense his gigantic presence over the phone!

Another thing you quickly come to understand about Master Virgo is that he’s an Alpha who lives a high-class lifestyle bedazzled with luxury items and experiences. He associates with the wealthy and well-connected. You might catch him in exclusive clubs, or on a private beach at an expensive resort, or making a splash at The Met Ball. He smokes the best cigars, fucks supermodels, and drinks from the top shelf. He uses cash to light his smokes. Here are a few pics to give you a taste of his everyday life:

All of this lavish lifestyle is provided by Master Virgo’s large, solvent stable of owned faggots.

In fact, it’s the quality of Master Virgo’s faggots that best defines his actual power. His faggots are loyal and extremely submissive in their service to him despite the fact that Master Virgo will never give them anything sexual or romantic.

I had the distinct pleasure of speaking with one of Master Virgo’s favorite possessions, a faggot named Tyrell (@joyofsubmission on X). I asked this faggot if he might write about his experience as one of Master Virgo’s favorite owned faggots, and he wrote this:

I would like to start out by saying I’m not some self-hating, low-hanging fruit that would’ve
served just any pair feet with a middle finger. I’m an educated professional. Decent looking, sociable,
with friends and family that love and respect me. I say this not to elevate myself in anyway from any of
my brothers in servitude (I am absolutely, an owned, domesticated and completely subjugated faggot to
a real man after all), but to highlight just how powerful my Master is. He is my King, my Daddy, my
owner, my guiding light, and my purpose. I am happy to share how He came to claim what was always
His.

It all started with photo on twitter. They say a picture’s worth a thousand words, but in a true-to-this
Alpha male’s case, worth $o much more. I’ve always felt that aching need to submit to a real man and
like so many faggots before me, chased that feeling into Findom. However, I had grown bored with the
temporary, transactional sensations and had deleted my Findom twitter and resigned myself to move
on, unsatisfied. That is until the hand of fate brought a photo of who would become my Master across
my vanilla twitter timeline through a mutual’s displayed likes no less.

I was completely entranced! The style, the poise, the confidence. I had to know more, and
proceeded to do a deep dive down his timeline, greedily absorbing all I could. Before I knew it, I found
myself creating another account. Sending a message, and of course out of respect, including a
screenshot of my first tribute in over a year. He took his time responding which was a response in and of
itself. I waited on pins and needles, and was thrilled to be acknowledged by this Man. I continued to
send more tributes, and eagerly answered any and all questions He had for me over time.
In his wisdom and prescience, knowing what I had only yet begun to learn, he eventually invited
me to treat him to lunch as I had recently moved to His city. He set a date and chose a location. I was
unquestionably excited, but like many faggots in denial I thought to myself – “sure, I’ll meet him. Most
of these doms aren’t the real deal and I’m sure I’ll see that up close and personal. I’ll just get it out of my system and dispel the illusion.”

The day finally came and I couldn’t have been more wrong. From jump he provided instruction- telling
me how to dress for the occasion. Where to park and await his arrival, opening his door (I’ve since been
trained to always open every door for him when in His presence). I didn’t realize it but I was already
being trained for the role he had prepared for me. As He stepped out of His vehicle and I looked up at
Him, every question I had about His authenticity was obliterated. My knees buckled, and the only thing
keeping me standing was that He had not yet given me permission to kneel. When He finally did it was a relief and a confirmation all in one.

Throughout the course of the meal and the conversation I was so taken aback by how multi-dimensional He was. He was charming, charismatic and smooth. He was witty, thoughtful, even courteous, but always in control. He spoke to me with a familiarity that I grew increasingly desperate to earn. By the time He asked me what I wanted (already knowing the answer) I could hardly recognize myself as my lips parted and the most honest thing I had ever said escaped them – “I want to be Your bitch.” I repeated myself as he looked on expectantly and grew practically hysterical. I had lost all composure. There was no more playing it cool. My statement turned into a plea. There I was in a public restaurant, palms open and begging Him to make me His bitch. I had never been so vulnerable in my entire life.

“We’ll see”. Was His response with a cocky, self-sure smile. I knew He had already seen, but would make
me earn it nonetheless.

The rest is history. I would continue to drive to Him on my days off when requested. He quickly
established that my time was His and I offered no resistance. Each task a lesson. Each instruction a line
of code in my programming as He continued to shape me in the ways He saw fit. He broke me in good
and thorough with physical discipline of course. Took me to the pet store to pick out my own collar and
leash. A dog bowl to eat and drink out of when instructed. He made sure to instill respect and obedience
in me as second nature, but also stimulated me intellectually, and spiritually. We’d have conversations
about music, and politics and life. He’d teach me things and listen acutely as I shared my passions as
well.

From picking up His drycleaning to chaperoning His dates with women as chauffer and wallet, being a
sounding board for His business, he continued to find uses for me and grant me opportunities to serve.
My love, admiration, and respect for King Virgo only continued to bloom and I have not stopped sinking
since. He has taught me the most valuable trait for any faggot, perhaps any person, to have – Gratitude.
Three years later and it has seen me through every stage of his total domination. When I am given a foot to kiss or massage after long day, I am grateful. When I am given soiled clothes to wash, I am grateful. When I am given an opportunity to prepare breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert, I am grateful. When I am given His piss to drink, I am grateful. When I am given a meal to cover, a bill to pay, an item to order, I am grateful.

I am grateful because I am HIS. And with that, comes a deep commitment to being the best version of
myself because that is what He deserves. I strive to advance my career, my skills, and my aptitude all to
protect his investment in me as his property and make good on the potential He sees in me. He’s the
greatest man I have ever known. He has my complete and unconditional surrender. There’s little doubt
in my mind that I will belong to Him for the rest of my life. And for that certainty, that clarity of purpose so few in this world achieve, I am grateful.

INCREDIBLE!

Speaking as a faggot who has some adjunct, distant-orbit history with Master Virgo, there is so much in this faggot’s adoring testimonial that rings absolutely true. For example, in this we experience His exacting dominance and precise expectations. You see, Master Virgo operates at a very high level, and he expects everyone he allows into his orbit – his women, his associations, his faggots – to elevate and perform at his elite expectations. You can hear that is this faggot’s words.

Now, many faggots fail and fall away under Master Virgo’s withering and relentless demands, but that’s okay. They simply shouldn’t be serving him. He will always have faggots desiring a place kneeling on the ground at his feet. What Master Virgo is doing is training his faggots, shaping them and disciplining them so that they become the best version of themselves.

I think of Master Virgo like a drill sergeant in the military. Nobody likes the drill sergeant at first as he screams in their face and abuses them, forcing them to push their bodies and minds past the breaking point. But what happens after that? The soldiers improve, becoming focused and sharpened to a fine point. By the end of it, they are grateful to the drill sergeant for making them an elite fighting force.

So it is with Master Virgo and his tight stable of elite faggots. He has fashioned and honed his faggots into the best possible versions of themselves, because they represent him and reflect on his great name.

And that view to purposeful training leads to something absolutely wonderful in his personal faggots: self-respect. You can hear that self-respect in the testimony above. Master Virgo values his faggot properties just the way he values the expensive watches, cigars, homes, cars, etc., that decorate and enrich his life. His faggots are buffed to a high shine and made to sparkle in every effort they expend in serving him. Every door opening becomes a chance to experience elite purpose, elevating the faggot and giving it meaning.

To that end, look at the collage Master Virgo created of pics he’s taken with his faggot. How many Masters would take the time to craft a loving emblem of his faithful faggot’s service?

The end result of such rigorous training and elevating is something Tyrell focuses on heavily at the end of his letter: GRATITUDE. He rightly recognizes that, as a faggot, he would’ve been nothing without Master Virgo. He would’ve been lost amongst the rabble, being used and tossed aside or worse, abused and damaged beyond repair.

But Master Virgo looked down upon him and his stable mates and saw potential in them. He gave them purpose in his service, and gave them meaning. And, like any withered plant that is watered and cultivated by a skilled gardener, his faggots have come to life and flourished under his care.

I love this video clip. Watch it first:

Some might see Master Virgo casually dribbling spit on his faggot and recoil. However, I see a faggot at peace, allowed to rest its head on its Master’s leg and watch him adoringly the way a faithful dog stares at its Owner. It’s beautiful.

I am so grateful to Master Virgo for allowing his faggot to write up this very personal tribute, as well as allowing me to publish it for the world to experience. It is my hope that all of the faggots who read this can understand that their purpose as faggots can have meaning in the hands of a straight and truly powerful Alpha King. I also hope that any Alphas reading this will also appreciate that abuse and humiliation isn’t true dominance or power.

Thanks again to Master Virgo for this unprecedented peek into his elite world!

Master Pitter (@flav66612 on X) understands that his faggots need time to worship and meditate on their purpose and his ownership while scent training.

It’s such an easy way to maintain subspace in your stable faggots!

HierarchyIsLaw

Hi brother Sam,

Thanks to your informative posts I have finally realized that I am a faggot. Although my boyfriend is not familiar with the hierarchy, when we have sex he naturally senses my submission and adopts an alpha role. It has also become clear for the both of us that his pleasure is the only thing that matters. He regularly fucks me mercilessly and cunts me until he cums inside me. After he finishes, he says that he is exhausted and leaves me touching myself so I can come alone. It feels natural to be used and treated like a fuck toy.

The thing that leaves me unsatisfied is that in our day-to-day lives we have a regular relationship where we behave like equals. He likes to cook for me and does half of the housework, which often frustrates me. I don’t know how to tell him that I want to become his faggot and fully submit to him without scaring him. Lately, I have been trying to do more housework, encouraging him to have a rest while I clean or wash the clothes, but I feel that it is not working.

What are subtle things that I can do to signal that I want to fully submit to him and help him accept his alphahood?

Hi brother, thanks for the question!

This is a pretty common issue among gay couples. Men too often view submission as “kink play” consigned to the bedroom, while believing equality and mutual respect is the “proper” way to be in everyday life. 

But that’s simply not how true faggots are. I think it’s almost impossible for an Alpha to understand that we faggots are actually HURT (and it’s almost like a physical pain!) when our Alphas don’t allow us to serve as their property, their faggot. For true faggots, it’s not a fetish … it’s WHAT WE ARE BORN TO BE.

Tell you what: I want you to read this article I just wrote and then put it into practice: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/the-way-to-an-alphas-heart/ 

Greet him on your knees and kiss his feet when he walks through the door. Sit at his feet while he’s watching TV. 

Start calling him “Sir”. 

You need to fully lean into your true feelings and submit to him completely. If he’s as dominant as you describe in the bedroom, then surely these steps will help him embrace his dominance in all areas of his life!

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There’s an old saying: “The way to a Man’s heart is through his stomach.” And yeah, Men love a great meal.

But if you’re serving an ALPHA (or want to be), the way to his heart is through his FEET.

You see, food satisfies a Man’s physical hunger, but an Alpha hungers for something greater: POWER and WORSHIP. He craves it the way his body craves air. It fuels everything he believes himself to be and everything he intends to become.

Foot worship is the ultimate act of submission and worship in the eyes of an Alpha, particularly if that foot worship comes from a faggot. When an Alpha sees a faggot debase itself entirely, surrender its masculinity, and kiss his feet, the Alpha swells with tremendous power and aggression.

There will always be a reaction to that simple act!

The following experience came in through my Questions From Readers inbox, but it was long enough and pointed enough that I’m turning it into a proper post so that everyone may learn:

I wanna tell you one experience that I remembered other day, it’s pure hierarchy. When I was 21 yo (now I’m 29) and had a vanilla relationship. At that time I had no idea what hierarchy or faggots/Alpha were, but I already knew that feet turned me on so much, and luckily my ex-boyfriend allowed me to worship his feet. Even though our sex dynamic was pretty vanilla, he was only top and I was only bottom, he always fucked me until he comes and then he kept his cock inside me and I wanked till I cum, almost every time it was like that.

But one day everything changed, we figured out together a new way of pleasing each other. We were having our usual dynamic when after had bred me he took his dick out of my hole and just lay by my side, instead of wanking and cum I instinctively went to the end of the bed, on the floor and started worshipping his feet and then massaging them, I was horny as fuck doing it but at anytime I thought about my dick, I was totally focused in give him pleasure and I wanted him to relax, after around 25 minutes of me worshipping him, he told me to join him in the bed and I obeyed, I didn’t know but he was ready for another round (that’s why he wanted me in the bed) we started kissing and a few minutes later his dick was in my hole again, he gave me another load and this time he left his dick inside me and told me to cum, after I came we stayed in the bed for a few minutes exhausted and in bliss about what had happened.

After that it became a thing between us, every time he gave me a load (in any of my holes) I worshipped his feet and kept myself chaste to receive another load afterwards and it wasn’t something he forced me to do, it was so natural for me, I craved to please him so bad, but I have to say he encouraged me to keep chaste because he realised it was good for our relationship, specially good for him (having an eager boyfriend to unload anytime). At some point he started ordering me to worship his feet and trainers as well before AND after fuck me.

After a while I figured out the world of chastity cages and I bought my first cage, it was a medium holy trainer, we already had broken up when I got this cage, but we still had some contact and I ended up telling him about the cage in a text message, the first thing he said was “I wanna fuck you while you are using the cage, and this time you’re not going to cum at all” and that’s exactly what happened, he arrived at my house, made me lick his trainers clean while he ignored me, then I worshipped his socked feet and his bare feet, he unloaded in my hole and ordered me to massage his feet, probably for 40min, after that he fucked me again, I got another load, he told me to grab a butt plug, he plugged me and said “keep my loads safe inside you until tonight at 10pm and keep the cage on as well” it was 5pm when it happened, this said he dressed up and left. I did exactly what he told me to do and it was the best feeling ever, knowing I had pleased a real man and had his seed inside me. Hierarchy is truth! And as soon as we know our place, the happiest we can be brother Sam.

This perfectly illustrates my point! Can you see how foot worship dialed-up the dominance in this Alpha/faggot dynamic?

Here’s the other thing: faggots need to give in to their natural desire to worship Alphas in this way. Don’t be afraid to even start submitting to an Alpha through foot worship. This faggot followed his instinct, and it paid off dramatically well!

Believe me, true Alphas cannot resist foot worship. The ones who don’t need it simply haven’t experienced it yet. Foot worship and service has been a huge tool in my faggot toolbox in order to serve Alphas and be owned by them!

This faggot is an appalling example of disobedience. When an Alpha gives a direct order – particularly one involving his own body – he needs to be respected and obeyed.

Disgusting … but I admire the hunger.

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the ascension of a straight Alpha named Mike who has taken ownership of his first faggot named Benjamin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s really sad to me that, after almost 10 years teaching Hierarchical truth online (alongside many others), more straight Alphas don’t know about the growth and power available to them through the use and ownership of faggots. Granted, straight Alphas have always used faggots to some degree or another, but through ownership straight Alphas make a leap that other, lesser males cannot ever experience. On the other side of that leap is exponential growth and limitless power.

The possibility of that kind of power was something a smart Alpha like Master Mike couldn’t pass up.

My first encounter with Master Mike occurred when he reprimanded me for not instructing his first faggot Benjamin properly. When I complied, he wrote to me and fully introduced himself to me, and we’ve been discussing his ownership of Benjamin and his plans for further training.

Here’s what Master Mike wrote to me last Thursday after I impressed him:

I am impressed by the fact you posted my reprimand. Very humble even for a faggot. Makes me wish you could join Benji on his reward this weekend. It is the six nations (European rugby contest) final matches on Saturday and I have 3 guys from my rugby team coming to watch at mine. Benji does not know they are coming but he will be attending in his full capacity as my faggot. I have bought a nice thick leather collar for the occasion. He will be serving us snacks and beers as well as a full steak dinner he prepared in the evening. All of it bought with his credit card. They have already been told what to expect and what they can ask of him. It does include a foot cleaning as I have trained him. They have also been told no photographs or getting rough with him. All of then have met Benji before so they will know him by face. They are staying the night and getting breakfast in the morning so Benji should have a full 24 hours of serving 4 straight men simultaneously. I know your pussy will be twitching imagining being in his place, but you will restrain yourself from posting this update until Sunday morning. Benji will not know until they arrive that they are coming. And he will not know until after they leave that they knew before that he was my faggot and would be serving them. 

Well, I didn’t hear anything until after the weekend was finished, but it was one hell of an update:

Got a proper account for you about Benjis submission. What a weekend it has been. It started Thursday when I messaged Benji to come over on Friday and happened to mention I was having a shit day. I finish work and head to Thursday rugby practice then head home after. Benji is sat on my doorstep waiting for me. At first I was pissed at him imposing but he said he had messaged offering to come over and cook. I check my phone and what do you know there was a unread message from him. I let him in and he cooked and got on with housework. I was torn whether to punish him for imposing or be happy that he is predicting my wants and needs like a top tier fag.i decided on not punishing him. I did make him phone in sick on Friday though. I had the day off and there were things to do. I was going to be hosting a Six Nations rugby party on Saturday and needed to pick up some snacks. I took Benji’s phone and wallet so he would have no distractions and left him to fully clean my house. He did a satisfactory job of cleaning and once my shopping was unpacked, I took him for a fully supervised clean and reshape of the cage area so he was fully presentable. I had 3 friends coming the next day which Benji didn’t know about. But no fag of mine was going to embarrass me in front of my mates. Then Saturday rolled around. Benji knew I would probably be watching the rugby so he was ready to be serving drinks. He was fully dressed up as a faggot. His chastity cage was polished, he was wearing a leather collar I picked up for him and nothing else.

What he wasn’t expecting was a knock on the door at 10:30. He looked very confused. I told him firmly to get the door. As always he obeyed. I could tell he was terrified. My mates had all been told what to expect and just laughed when he opened the door for them. They walked in like it was nothing and sat around my lounge as I had instructed them. Judging by how red Benji went he humiliated but I was just getting started. He was instructed to get each of us a beer and then to remove their shoes and socks so they could get comfortable. He laid out the snacks for us all and then the matches started. I had him washing my feet during the whole Ireland vs Italy match. And every time my team Ireland scored he was to kiss my feet. For the other matches, I passed him to the others to clean their feet. Only 2 of them accepted, but that is the loss of the third. I think he was worried it was too gay. But it isn’t gay to be served by a faggot.

Benji then made us dinner and we settled in for the final match of the day. Benji’s service had been perfect even though he was humiliated as hell. So I decided to reward him. I called him over and put him directly in front of me. And I offered him my feet. He went to massage them with his hands as usual but I stopped him. Mouth and tongue faggot. He obeyed faster than I thought was possible. I think the little faggot was so excited to finally serve its Master with more then it’s hands. He just kept going and fucking hell did it feel good. His tongue was getting right in between my toes. He seriously has me considering where else that mouth would be of use. He will have to earn that privilege though.

I must have looked like I was loving the treatment as one of the others asked for a turn but I told him absolutely not. My faggot obeys me and will serve as I tell him to. But he will only worship me. I own him and I do not share worship or ownership.

After the last match we just stayed up drinking. Benji was either getting us drinks or kissing and licking my toes. It was very telling that he would not come off my toes unless I told him to get their drinks. He outright ignored their orders if they were counter to mine. I guess that is the hierarchy at work. Two of them stayed the night after drinking that much. Benji was brought into my room where I could keep an eye on him. I allowed him to sleep on my bed at my feet as he did such an incredible job.

This morning he made breakfast for them and then they left. As I am writing this to you he is at my feet giving them another worship session.

Once I have sent this I will be making three things clear to him. One is that he has passed probation. He has proven that he improved my quality of life in his service as a faggot. I will be permanently keeping him as a personal faggot and from here on he is MINE. Two is that as MY faggot he is a member of this household. That means he will get a key and be allowed to live here if he so wishes. The rules are to be obeyed whether he is here or not. He is no longer to treat his flat as somewhere he can behave like a man. No clothes. No furniture. He just has to choose where to obey the rules and I think he will choose my house. Third is that I will do nothing to stop the rugby team from knowing I have a pet faggot. Three of them already saw first hand. All of them come by semi frequently. None of them know Benji’s friends or work colleagues. So I have no interest in hiding it.

So there we are. I am now the official and very proud owner of a faggot. He did a great job this weekend. I think Benji wanted to tell you all this himself but who cares what a faggot wants. He got to start serving my feet this weekend.

Truly a magnificent and glorious display of raw Alpha power by Master Mike! Not only was it an effective way to break Benjamin’s walls of resistance and train obedience into him, but it also taught his Alpha Pack the value of faggot ownership! How can anyone deny the Hierarchical truth powering Master Mike’s decision to take ownership of a personal faggot?

And Master Mike’s blunt statement – “It isn’t gay to be served by a faggot” – is absolutely true, and that truth is explicitly understood only by those straight Alphas powerful enough to own one.

I am taken aback every time I find another straight Alpha who is willing to display such power this openly. In Master Mike’s mind, any member of his Alpha Pack who disagrees with faggot ownership is wrong and not Alpha, essentially. He understands it’s an Alpha’s RIGHT to own and use faggots.

Thank you, Master Mike, for sharing the beginning of your ascension to true power!

Hey brother Sam, i wanted to know your opinion, or what research has shown you, about the power of cum. i have been sucking cocks and swallowing cum for 20 years and i find that the longer i have been doing it the more addicted to cum i have become. i find myself thinking and dreaming about sucking cock and swallowing cum to the point that all my little faggot mind does is dwell on the thought of bringing an Alpha man to climax and swallowing his load. Are the chemical properties of cum that powerful? i am worried that i am getting to the point that i cannot think of anything else. is that a bad thing? i know that there are a lot of Alpha men out there who are glad that this is the case. Maybe that is who i was meant to be and what i was meant to do. i’d appreciate your response to this addiction of mine.

Thanks for writing brother! 

Yes, cum is definitely that powerful on both physiological and psychological levels. Cum contains seven mood-altering substances including serotonin and tryptophan (the stuff in turkey that makes us sleep after eating it). It’s even more potent when we are bred with it, because it directly enters the bloodstream through the colon walls! 

But then there is the psychological effect of having a Man ejaculate down our throats and we swallow his essence. There is really nothing like it, and that can be quite addicting as well.  

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

There is a point in an owned faggot’s life when a moment of clarity occurs, a self-actualization that crystallizes the faggot’s purpose. It’s the result of a potent cocktail of dopamine, perpetual subspace, and the chemical composition of cum flowing in the faggot’s veins.

Regardless, the faggot can see its life in simple-yet-meaningful terms for the first time. Everything is finally clear.

That’s where my little brother Fabien is today. He wrote this astounding declaration to me this morning after a whirlwind weekend of use by his Master Anthony and his Alpha Pack. I’ll stop talking and share what he wrote:

You know, there is one truth that is becoming ever more deeply ingrained in me: I am a natural-born slave for God Alphas. I have a slave’s soul, a slave’s heart, a slave’s brain, a slave’s body. I feel it in every single fiber of my being. My existence is meant to serve a God Alpha. To serve Anthony. It’s so warming and liberating to realize it and reflect on it! Anthony is my One True God. I won’t rest until I’ve done absolutely all I can to make his life the most perfect paradise it can be!

So beautiful, and so perfectly said!

Straight Master @PeteyDickens co-owns a faggøt with his friend, straight Master @jacejamesonxx. They’ve both begun to fuck this faggøt, and they’ve learned a lot about their Alphahood because of it.

Here’s what Master Pete wrote today:

“One thing I have discovered since starting to fuck a f@g in the ass is the feminine noises it creates from them. Women are loud & I wonder insincere as sex is a chore for them. Once I get pounding out my f@g buddy the moans it generates are more authentic.

When I hear these real feminine moans after fucking them out of my f@g & the pleasure on my cock from it being pleasured, I find myself being able to fuck harder. I get so into it growling, verbally, & physically dominating him.

My friend who I co-own our f@g with explained this to me. He calls it “beast mode.” Very few women can produce this level of beast mode in an alpha male. The completion of this mode is cumming into my f@g as I am pumping my cum into another human and it’s not just for reproductive purposes.

Lastly it amazes me how much my f@g is still pleasured after I pull out. The intense penetration of my cock & my cum in his body continues to physically & mentally please him after.”

⭐️ That after effect Master Pete mentions is likely the result of cunting!

Why do Men love the outdoors so much? Because nature reconnects them with their primal instincts.

Fire and earth. The elements. The hunt.

It makes them feel alive to return to a primitive state. To rut and breed. To dominate.

HierarchyIsTruth

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

I haven’t been writing much from Fabien’s perspective recently because (a) he’s been working tirelessly in service to Master Anthony, and (b) because Master Anthony has recently taken over the storytelling duties as I’ve been able to dig in more in my communications with him.

But I also had another motive: I knew Master Anthony was planning a giant orgy at their shared place that would feature his entire straight Alpha Pack, faggots Fabien and Clement, as well as an unspecified number of girls.

Fabien told me about this event, and I could almost hear him shaking with excitement on the other end of the email. Indeed, I was shaking with a combination of excitement and nerves. I was just hoping the event wouldn’t lead to some sort of drama given the odd mixture of straight Alphas, faggots, and straight females.

Fabien told me a terrific plan he had for the orgy. He went out and bought Romanesque togas for all of the Alphas, and a gold Roman Civic Crown for his Master Anthony (as the God Alpha). I thought this was a masterstroke of genius by the industrious little faggot, and I knew it would be a huge hit.

Things went silent for a couple of days, but today I received this incredible update:

SAM!

OH MY BROTHER! WHAT A NIGHT!

I’m just taking a few minutes to tell you that Saturday night’s orgy went VERY well! We have been about twenty at the flat: Anthony and five of his Alpha brothers, four girls and no less than ten male slaves, including Clément and me! They were from college or gym, and I believe one of them is the brother of one of the guests.

The Men absolutely LOVED dressing up in the style of ancient Rome! Anthony was throned in the center, wearing a beautiful white toga that left half his torso bare, and a laurel wreath on his head!

We slaves wore only our underpants. We worked hard to serve and entertain the Men and their ladies! We had to humiliate ourselves, bark on all fours, catch the food thrown at us, fight each other, crawl on the floor, sing, serve as seats or footrests, worship their feet and muscles and armpits, all under their bursts of laughter and shouts of joy.

The Masters chatted, laughed, ate, drank, danced… And above all, fucked! By the end of the evening, all of them had put their dicks into several slaves’ mouths and asses. The girls also took part in satisfying the Men. I got spit-roasted again! We slaves all had cocks that fucked our throats and asses at the same time! But Anthony was the only one to ass-fuck me, by his own decision. I sucked many dicks and licked many feet, but I’m the only slave who got just one cock in his ass.

Anthony was clearly having a very great time! At the end of the evening, he was French-kissing a lady while two others girls were licking his hard cock and two of my fellow slaves were worshipping his feet. I must confess I felt a hint of jealousy for these girls and my brothers, but I immediately suppressed this feeling by focusing on Anthony’s happiness, which is all that matters! I’m so delighted to see him receive all this adoration! And even then, it’s only a fraction of what he deserves!

Everyone’s still fast asleep this morning, so I’m writing this e-mail taking advantage of being the only one awake. Anthony is in his room with two girls. Henri is in the guest room with another Alpha and another girl. The other three Men and the last girl are huddled together on the sofa bed. Clément and two other slaves have slept with me on the kitchen floor. The others were sent to sleep on the landing and in the stairwell. I’ll check on them after I’ve served breakfast to the Masters. The apartment is an incredible mess! I hope I’ll get some help from my fellow slaves, because it’s going to be very long and very tough to clean and tidy everything up! That’s how it is: for the Superior Men to enjoy themselves and have fun, we inferior males have to work harder! And what a pure bliss to make them happy!

I’m about to wake up my co-slaves in the kitchen to start making breakfast! Bye!

Lots of love!

Fab the fag

Letters like that one drive me forward in this crazy pursuit!

First and foremost, notice that Master Anthony rounded up more faggots so that all of his straight brothers could have plenty of holes to fuck all night! Remember, Master Anthony just started using faggots sexually a few weeks ago, and now THIS happened. But it’s all due to his unparalleled leadership and brazen confidence that anything like this could even happen.

This orgy was a perfect way to mentor his Alpha brothers into trying faggots sexually, because in a Pack setting each Alpha pushes the next to try new things and conquer new obstacles. Unknown to the rest, Master Anthony was actually helping his Alpha brothers unlock power within themselves. And honestly, that’s the best gift one Alpha can bestow on another.

I’m so glad the faggots (including shy Clement) could handle the double penetrations (which I’m sure weren’t gentle). And I really love that Master Anthony fucked his faggot in front of everybody, but like a King retired to bed to fuck two more females while his faggot slept in the kitchen. There is no end to his power.

Fabien had no training or mentorship from anyone except maybe me … and INSTINCT. And that’s important to remember. A natural faggot like Fabien is BORN to serve. He MUST serve. And look how he responds to that call, by serving his Master perfectly! I adore my little brother Fabien!

I haven’t heard from Master Anthony, but I’m sure something’s coming. But regardless, I’m so grateful to hear that this orgy went so well and everyone finished feeling fulfilled and joyful!

Thank you, Fabien!

My hot interview with Master @Gangstastud123 now LIVE on Patreon!

HERE: https://www.patreon.com/posts/xspace-interview-124520113?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

It’s easy for an Alpha to be degrading to any faggot, but especially to one behind a gloryhole curtain!

It’s basically nothing more than a glorified tube sock.

How could an Alpha respect that?

HierarchyIsLaw #HierarchyIsTruth