The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order! 

One of the enduring legacies I wish for this site is that it teaches as many people as possible the truth about hierarchy, and that the truth they embrace fulfills them in the most important of ways. Of course, this site is mainly about how faggots unlock hierarchical power within straight and gay Men.

However women, although not a direct part of Male hierarchy, are also affected by it. If anything, women of the last 100 years have been actively resisting Male hierarchy in the pursuit of autonomy and equality, and this has led to a breakdown of natural Male/female roles and purposes. What a shame. I’ve preached it forever: if women just accepted their place beneath the natural reign of a Man, they would be so much happier and more fulfilled.

Of course, when I used to write that about women on Tumblr I received death threats.

You might remember Queen Sophie, the extraordinary mother of a young God Alpha named Master Lucas. She’s the one who originally contacted me about how her son owned faggots who were literally worshiping him and serving him.

What was most exciting about her letter was the fact that she didn’t write to me out of fear, but of PRIDE. Here was a woman who understood hierarchy in a primal way. SHE GOT IT. And even though Sophie is a strong woman, she admitted that she yearned to find an Alpha she could honor, love, and worship.

Well, I’m proud to say Queen Sophie has indeed found her King!

On July 20th I received the following message from her:

And maybe by then I’ll have another man in my life, and this one will be a partner and a lover… At least, if things turn out the way I hope they will with Raphael, the man I met through work and have started seeing. I’ll tell you all about it if it comes up, my good sam. For now, let me just say that the man seems to possess all the qualities of a true Alpha… and that he awakens a part of my womanhood that has remained latent for a long time. The part willing to submit to who deserves it.

Anyway, thank you again, sam the faggot. You are a good boy!

So I was pretty excited to hear that there was a new Alpha on the horizon for her. But nothing could prepare for what was to come!

Finally Queen Sophie returned with the following update:

My good boy sam,

Oh my dear! I’m almost shaking with emotion as I’m writing. I definitely need to tell you about my love life! I think it might be of interest for you, as it features a clear Alpha male. I’m sorry if what I’m about to write sounds like a long, sappy romance novel… but I can’t help but put down in writing what I’ve experienced over the past few weeks, leading up to a great moment last weekend!

A while back, my company worked on a joint project with another one. As a team leader, I worked with several colleagues from that other firm during various work meetings. Their own manager was Raphael, the new man in my life.

Raphael is a Black man. He is tall, bald, with a face of amazing virile beauty and a muscular body that shines even through his suit. He exudes charisma, confidence, and a natural authority. To be honest, when  first saw him, my womanhood kicked in right away like it hasn’t done in years! Even though I was doing my best to remain professional and look out for the best interests of my company and my team, I was overwhelmed by an instinctive respect and admiration for this man.

That’s why I naturally called him “Sir”, even though the usual practice is to address one another by first names or, at most, “Mr/Mrs Surname”. Right after our first meeting, when we spoke privately afterwards, he said to me: “You can call me Raphael, beauty.” All I could answer was: “Thank you, Sir. I mean, Raphael.”

Our team meetings often turned into a conversation between the two of us, a mixture of verbal sparring and flirting… I made a point of demonstrating my authority and competence, and we’d banter back and forth. I sometimes found it hard to keep my composure in the face of his charming smile… 

I remember one time when, after a presentation I thought was flawless, Raphael congratulated me before pointing out a mistake I’d made, in a tone that was at once calm, firm, and seductive. I blushed and stammered “Oh well, yes… Thank you for fact-checking it, Raphael, Sir.” After the meeting, one of his assistants came over to tease me about what had happened, saying that his boss was always spot-on when it came to detecting mistakes. Raphaël overheard us and came to my defense: “Don’t be too cocky, boy. She’s smarter than you’ll ever be. You could be her lapdog.” The assistant left, looking quite sheepish, while I told “Thank you, Sir. Raphael, that is.” He said “You’re welcome, beauty. I meant it.” and I blushed.

Before long, we found ourselves meeting up for drinks after work (and he always refused to let me pay, no matter how much I insisted, so I let him treat me).. We chatted about everything, business, politics, culture… Every time, I was impressed by the depth of his intelligence and his knowledge, combined with his commanding charm. I did my best not to be outdone and to show him my own worth, even though I was completely captivated by his face. His gaze and his smile conveyed a mix of attention, respect, amusement, and something indefinable that gave me butterflies in my stomach.

After our professional partnership ended and we no longer had any reason to see each other at work, Raphael asked me for my personal contact information. “Give me your private number, so I can invite you out for dinner whenever I want to.” I did it while trying to act as nonchalant as I could, even though my heart was pounding in my chest.

And that’s how, last Saturday afternoon, out of nowhere, I received the following text message: “Cancel whatever you have planned for tonight. I’ll pick you up at your place. Dress nicely. Be ready without fail at 8 p.m. Raphael.” My first thought was “You entitled cocky man! What if I had plans? You expect me to just obey you?” And of course, I obeyed him. I got dressed up like I hadn’t in years and waited anxiously for him. 

When he arrived, Raphael sized me up with a knowing look and said, “Perfect. You did what I told you. You’re even more beautiful than ever.” I blushed and thanked him… I felt like a teenager again! He took me by taxi to a fancy restaurant where he had reserved the best table. What a magical evening! The most romantic one I’ve ever experienced. The chemistry between us is so natural, filled with sincere compliments and playful banter.

As dinner was coming to an end, Raphael leaned toward me and whispered to me. “Can I tell you how I really feel? You are an outstanding woman. You’re gorgeous, you’re proud, fierce, strong, smart.” I began to thank him and I was about to compliment him back, but then he interrupted me and added “But with me, you’re gonna be special. I’m going to turn you into my obedient slut.” As you can imagine, I was caught off guard! But I regained my composure and replied nonchalantly, “Well, I’m curious to see that. Challenge accepted.”

When he walked me home, I casually invited him up for one last drink. Without going into details, we started kissing right away and continued into the bedroom. And it turns out Raphael isn’t just as good a lover as I thought he was: he’s even better. How can I tell you how I felt when he entered me? Seven inches of pure raw virility inside of me… I have to say, I’m relieved that Lucas is at summer camp!  I’d be embarrassed if my son heard his mother’s screams of pleasure…

While he was having his way with me, I said to Raphael, “Keep going! Don’t you dare stop!” So he looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Watch your manners, my love. If you want more, you have to beg for it.” Without thinking, I yielded right away. “Please, I beg you! Keep going, don’t stop! I beg you, Sir, it feels so good! Please!” Then he smiled and obliged, saying “That’s better. Good girl.”

It was the most wonderful night of love I can remember. I fell asleep on his muscular chest while he stroked my hair. The next morning, he left early. As he was getting dressed, he kissed me in bed as I was waking up and whispered, “I’ll be waiting for you to contact me if you want to do this again. Looking forward to hearing from you. Don’t dsappoint me, love. Prove your loyalty to your new master.”

So now, my good sam, the ball is in my court. I’m taking my time, but I know I won’t be able to resist for long before I beg him to favour me once again. I also know that I must not blow this step. I feel the time has come to surrender. To give myself and to submit to him. I think this weekend I’ll invite him over for dinner, where I’ll cook for him and wait on him at the table. I’m also thinking of greeting him in a sexy outfit, possibly on my knees, and swearing obedience to him. Maybe even kissing his feet… I don’t know. I need to think it over.

Anyway, my dear servant sam, if you ever decide that this story is worth sharing on your site, I would greatly appreciate it if you could delay its publication until Saturday. You know, just in case. I also need to have a word with Lucas on the phone first, I’d rather he hear what he needs to know from me. He hasn’t met Raphael yet, even though I briefly mentioned our dates with him. Maybe one day he could become his stepdad… But let’s not get ahead of ourselves!

Here’s what I wanted to share with you, my good sam! Thank you for being such a trusted confidant for me, as well as a preceptor and worshipper for my son Lucas.

Warm regards,

Your Queen Sophie

As you might imagine, I was floored by this letter. It was clear that Sophie had come upon a true God Alpha who has completely embraced his role as a King among Men.

Even better, Sophie allowed herself to be taken by Master Raphael, easily submitting to his power. She did everything right, but now she was looking for advice from me to really make a powerful statement of submission for him. So I advised her on what to do for their next date.

Read what she wrote about her next date, and see if you can identify my teaching in her actions:

My good sam,

Please my good sam, do publish my story! I need to share with the world my awe for Raphael!

Last thursday, I sent him a message :

“Dear Raphael, Sir,

Would you grant me the honor to come and dine at my place tomorrow night?

Very respectfully,

Sophie”

He replied positively. Last night, he came into my apartment; the door was already open when he arrived. I came out of my room wearing an elegant but simple evening gown, my shoulders bare. I was glad to catch all his attention. He remains calm but was clearly very pleased and appreciative. He looked me up and down and said “You are so beautiful, my love.”

Then, I knelt down before him and I said the words I had been rehearsing for hours. “Raphael, my beloved Master, I must apologize. I didn’t treat you with all the respect I owe you. You are a king amongst men and I am so grateful you have chosen to honor me. My home is yours and I will cook whatever you want in the kitchen and do whatever you want in bed.” Then I bowed down until my forehead touched the ground at his feet.

I think I heard some kind of roar of delight! Raphael said “Such a good girl. Get up on your knees.” I sat up, kneeling facing him. “You know your duty” he said, and I understood. I carefully pulled his cock out of his pants. What a thrill to see this tremendous trophy of manhood! I did my best to worship it, even though it was difficult. His moans of pleasure made me vibrate with happiness! His cum was delicious!

I then took off his jacket and shoes and led him to the table, where I served him the meal I’d spent the whole day preparing. I took great care of him throughout his dinner. I then offered to give him a massage on the couch, which he accepted. I massaged his shoulders, his back, and then, at his request, his feet. He remained stoic and laconic for a long time, but then he said to me, “You’re the best woman I’ve ever met.” Flattered, I tenderly kissed his bare feet and thanked him.

Then he said “How badly do you want me to make love to you?” I answered: “With all my heart. I beg you, Sir! Please!” He leaned down and grabbed my chin “Good. My cock does want your pussy again” and then he kissed me.

I can’t tell you in detail about the wonderful night of sex we had and all the orgasms he gave me, my screams of pleasure, and his roars of triumph. This morning, I woke up nestled in his arms and resting my head on his chest. I kissed his pecs and thanked him profusely. “Thank you so, so much…” I kept saying. Raphael told me “You treated me like the king I am. I rewarded you accordingly.” My heart was leaping with joy.

As he was leaving, Raphael promised me that he would invite me over to his place soon to give me a glimpse into his own life. I can’t wait to see him again! My good sam, I finally feel like a woman again! I haven’t felt this happiness of being taken and dominated since Lucas’s father!

I talked to Lucas about Raphael and let him know that I’d be sharing details about my personal and sex life on your site. So it’s totally fine for you to publish this. I’m really looking forward for Lucas and Raphael to meet!

How thrilling is that???

I’m so proud of my Queen Sophie for submitting so profoundly to Master Raphael! There are revealing moments in this account that I think all submissives (female or faggot) should deeply ponder over. For instance, when Sophie knelt at his feet, Master Raphael “roared with delight”! That’s because Alphas have a natural need to be worshiped. This is not hyperbole. Once we recognize that and apply it, so many possibilities unlock! Faggots generally understand this, but women generally have no clue.

Also note that Master Raphael thanked her for “treating him like the King he is”. Real, fully-actualized Alphas know their place and accept nothing less. A true Alpha doesn’t need us to tell them they’re Alpha. He expects us to accept it and treat him accordingly!

This is such a powerful and important story because it proves that hierarchy isn’t a fetish for perverted gays, but rather, it’s a very real power dynamic that is predictable and impactful across all of humankind.

I told Queen Sophie that Master Raphael and Master Lucas will have some amazing conversations once they meet, as they both have ways to advise the other on how to grow even more powerful!

I thank and praise Queen Sophie for sharing her story! It’s my great honor to know her and Master Lucas, and their glorification continues to be part of my privilege as their faithful faggot!

Yours,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of a 15-year-old Alpha named Lucas, and his extraordinary mother Sophie as she attempts to raise a King. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Despite the controversy surrounding it, I love featuring stories of younger Alphas and faggots who are early adopters of their purposes in life. The primary reason I’m interested in this isn’t for titillation, but because of what it teaches us about the origins and honesty of hierarchy. If this really is the truth, we should naturally see early manifestations of hierarchical roles in our young ones, right?

And of course, as predicted, I’ve been blessed to meet and know many young ones who have, with their parent’s permission, shared their stories of development and discovery. To me, it’s one of the most intriguing and definitive proofs of hierarchical truth!

Few stories prove this better than the dramatic story of Master Lucas. His extraordinary mother, Queen Sophie (an Alpha mother who deeply respects Male hierarchy), came to me to tell me about her then-15-year-old son Master Lucas and how he already had multiple faggot schoolmates worshiping his feet and serving him in a variety of ways. To him, it was perfectly natural. He knew nothing about hierarchical theory, this site, or any other influences.

This was simply WHAT HE WAS BORN TO BE. It happened naturally. Master Lucas was manifesting his destiny.

I think Queen Sophie was somewhat alarmed when she first contacted me, but after I explained the truth to her, she swelled with a pride only the mother of a King can describe.

After I mentioned Queen Sophie and Master Lucas in a recent answer to a reader, she reached out after a long time to catch me up on things:

My good servant sam,

Thank you for mentioning me as an example and for praising my Lucas’s greatness, as always! I would gladly consider myself an Alpha mother, given the amazing son I gave birth to and raised, and an Alpha woman, given the number of men I have under my command. Of course, that doesn’t make me the equal of Alpha Men (they surpass us all as they are the summit of humanity), but it does make me superior to many lesser men.

You did very well to catch up with me. I had suggested to Lucas some time ago to write to you and tell you a little more about his first year in boarding high school. He had started an email but never finished it, and it slipped his mind. Teenagers! Even the alpha ones! I’ll insist that he thinks about updating you. I told him I could handle some more explicit language if necessary (without going too far, of course!).

In any case, I can tell you that he and I had some really wonderful times together when he came back from boarding school at the beginning of the summer. Lucas takes great care of his mother: just think, he had a few of his serving boys come over to do some housework in our home so that the two of us could spend more time together. With the pocket money his submissives gave him and that he had saved up, Lucas took me out to dinner and treated me to a spa day. 

Lucas told me “I want you to enjoy the perks of my alphahood, Mom. No one deserves it more than you!” My little boy is really becoming a man, and what a man! I love him so, so much. I’m the proudest mother of all times. Whatever woman he chooses one day will be overjoyed. I hope she remembers to thank me! ^_^ (While I may be a possessive mother, I’m very happy to know that my Lucas is popular with the girls, and I’ll be delighted to meet the one he chooses when the time comes, as long as she treats him with the respect and devotion he deserves.)

Lucas is at summer camp right now and will be there for most of the summer. I’m sure he’s already the boss of a lot of girls and boys at his feet… Like all moms, I constantly worry about my son, but at least I don’t have to worry that he won’t fit in or be bullied. I’m just worried that he might be exploring his power a little too far! But I trust him. 

I also have some personal news of my own that I was starting to think I might share with you one day, my good sam. For the past few weeks, I’ve been seeing a man I met at work who I’m becoming more and more convinced is an Alpha worthy of me, and who seems interested in me and thinks I’m worthy of him. I’d rather not say too much about it for now, but if things get serious, you might be interested in hearing more about it one of these days.

Warm regards,

Your Queen Sophie

Such a stunning update!

First of all, how awe-inspiring is it to hear that Master Lucas made his faggots clean and care for the house while he took his beloved mother to dinner and a spa day?? And, most significantly, Master Lucas made his faggots pay for everything! Queen Sophie called it “pocket change”, but let’s be real here. Master Lucas demanded and received significant monies from his servants! That’s a profound use of power by a 16-year-old!

But it’s pretty clear that Master Lucas is a burgeoning Protector Alpha who is quite self-aware about his power and importance to hierarchy. His comment about his mother “enjoying the perks of his Alphahood” really resonated with me! Some Alphas take YEARS to truly appreciate Alphahood as a gift to be cherished, nurtured, protected, and utilized for good, but young Master Lucas is already far ahead of these older Alphas! It’s honestly so encouraging to hear!

I love to hear Queen Sophie’s pride as the mother of a son who will probably become a God Alpha sooner than later. She recognizes the esteemed privilege she’s been given and the precious role she’s been allowed to play in Master Lucas’s development! It’s far too rare to hear of women who truly understand and respect hierarchy the way she does!

Frankly, I can’t wait to hear her update about this new Alpha in her life as well! It’s obvious that her lessons in hierarchy have guided her decisions in terms of mates!

I’m so proud of my beloved Master Lucas and his mother, Queen Sophie! They are patron saints of hierarchy around here, and they will always have my devotion and praise!

Always,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread following the submission of a faggot named Ethan to an experienced black Master known as King Karter. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been a long time since Ethan dropped off an update! I was starting to get legitimately worried for my brother, especially given how hard King Karter has been working him! It seems that little Ethan has rapidly ascended to the top of King Karter’s faggot hierarchy (remember that he owns three personal fags) after a rocky start. That’s really a credit to Ethan’s determination to be the very best faggot possible!

Here’s Ethan’s update:

Hi Sam,

I am sorry I haven’t updated you in a while. I have been very busy with finals, work, the gym, and my service to King Karter and his friends. In fact, he let me have most of May off to study for finals and focus on that, and just do that, work, and the gym. I also no longer work at the bar; I got a job at a company that sells premium tequila. (I actually got it through working at the bar and talking to the sales rep) And King Karter also made sure I had no dates and no working at his place so I could focus more on my studies. I did miss it. And at first I told him I could do it all, and I was fine (Mostly was craving his dick and his presence though), but he said no. I think he could tell I was getting too stressed out and did not want me taking dates or cleaning or working at his place. Even though I think it was probably a good thing- I passed all my finals and classes and was more focused on school, I missed working at his place even if it was just cleaning his toilets or shower, much less the scent training and suckin on him.  But right after my last final, I went straight over there to clean and do laundry,  and to help #1 with King’s dinner and lunch for the next day. King Karter cunted me 3 times that night and the next day (once that night and twice the next day), and I shot 4 loads while caged; the first was after I gave him a pedicure, and I was doing scent training with him. I was getting fried with poppers, and he just had me smell and lick clean his pubs, and that was enough to bring me over the edge since I was missing out for almost a month!  I have been spending more and more time in my cock cage; I’m about the same amount of time as #3, about 75% of the week. King Karter would like it to be 100% by October, so I can do the whole month, like 1, 2, 3, and 4. I am going to set that as a goal for myself and try to do most of September so I can make it through October.

About a week after I finished school, I flew back to California to visit my mom, sister, and stepdad, then we went to Hawaii. I came back to Dallas from there last week, and I have already had two dates. I was supposed to go see my dad for the 4th of July, but he and I got into a huge fight. I told him I didn’t want to spend time with my homophobic, racist cousins and uncles (He is also a bit racist, but I don’t call him out on it as much). Plus, King Karter and his friends got an Airbnb to have a huge cookout (Party) for the 4th (starting tomorrow and going through the whole weekend).  I would much rather serve and be around real Men – Kings- that value my true existence than be around racist Fucks that just talk shit! I would much rather be pounded and fucked by a bunch of men I call “Daddy” while they cunt me than be around my own dad! I know that sounds fucked up, but I’m kinda a bit pissed.

Do you think King Karter missed Ethan?? I loved that he cunted Ethan three times over two days, and I definitely understand spontaneously ejaculating while giving pedicures (it’s happened a couple of times to me too!) and during scent training. The “licking of pubic hairs” is a new twist on that I’d never heard before. But it’s very clear that King Karter loved being back inside his primary fag, and kept him all to himself rather than farm him back out to his Alpha pack.

I think it’s amazing that King Karter is so intimately involved in Ethan’s caged status that he has a plan to arrive at 100% caging of Ethan by October! You know an Alpha is the right kind to own faggots when he drills down and takes command of this kind of detailed training! When Ethan first fell under the control of King Karter, I was a little worried that King Karter might be a bot too rough for him, but it’s turned out to be a non-issue. King Karter is an incredible Master, and details like this just make me even more sure.

As for Ethan’s racist family, what can I say? My family is racist, too, and I spent much of my faghood getting bred and fed black Alpha cum in response just like Ethan. Racism speaks only at our ugliest side, and is rooted in traditions brainwashed into us by our sick, imperfect society. But any faggot who has served black Alphas can tell you that these black Men really are KINGS, and worthy of respect rather than hate.

I’m so proud of my hardworking brother Ethan! He’s making all of the right choices and growing in ways he probably never thought possible!

There’s a part two to this that deals with a question, but I want to separate that.

Hey Sam!, How’s it going?

I’ll call myself Osvaldo. I’m a 22 year old Mexican fag who’s been following your content for over two years now. It has made me realize my place in hierarchy. I really love to surrender to a man and service him. I’ve done it sometimes with men I’ve met on Grindr, but I’m pretty much done with that.

Anyway. I’m writing to you ’cause I want your advice; you certainly have experience with these things. I want to serve an alpha man, just one; for life, if possible. And I think I have the perfect candidate.

I’ll call him “Matt”. He’s my same age, and I met him in my university. To picture him physically, think of a trust fund kid (he ain’t got that much money now, but he was born, raised and still participates in that environment); he’s a bit shorter that me (I’m 5’9″), slimmer than me, really hairy an very, very handsome. And yes, like any man from that context, he’s straight and kind of religious. He knows I’m gay and he’s chill about it, he’s even said that in the future, he’ll help me adopt children so I can build my own family, haha.

I have kind of served him for as long as I’ve known your content. “How so?” you might wonder. Well, he’s an entrepreneur and I’m his personal assistant; as well as the assistant of one of our friends, as they do business together. Also, as we’re in the same classes at uni; I’ve been his teacher whenever we have a test and I’ve included him on group projects and he does nothing, as I know he has more important things to do. He’s aware of the things I do for him off-work, and he sometimes thanks me. I wish I could get to the point where I can take his load from all my holes, but I’ll conform with servicing and worshipping his feet for now, haha. I’ve thought of I few strategies, and I’d like  your feedback on them.

I’m thinking about feminizing myself, by doing the following:
1. Going to the gym to become slimmer. Rn, I’m kind of chubby. Not fat nor thin. My body concentrates some fat on my belly, but mostly on my thighs and ass. I want to train to have a slimmer figure, femboy-like.
2. Shave my whole body. I’m naturally kind of hairy, mostly on my lower back, arms, legs, (and again) thighs and ass. I’ve started to do so recently and I have received positive feedback from the men from Grindr, but I’m not sure if it’ll apply to him as well.
3. Wear feminine clothes. I’m thinking on start wearing fishnets, a choker (maybe) and lingerie for my fat ass (haha). I can’t outright wear women’s clothes, like skirts as I, for starters, don’t really like wearing those; and also because Matt, his business friend and my other boss, and our whole friend group don’t like “stereotypical” gays (i.e., loud, promiscuous and feminine wannabes). Also, because our line of work involves the local government, and our city is kinda conservative, I can’t do that openly. I’ll have to be discreet.

Now come all my questions, and I’d like to read what you think. Also, if your followers have some tips on the matter, I’d like to read them too:
1. Do you have a gym routine I can follow to reduce my belly fat and to define my thighs and ass?
2. Can you recommend a skincare and shaving routine? My body hair grows quickly and my skin is really sensitive to that, and to shaving
3. What discreet things can I wear and how do I show them to him?
4. How do I deepen further my service to him? I’ll be off-duty with him for either six months to a year, ’cause unfortunately I have to attend some personal business.

I plan to be working with my other boss and with Matt for the rest my life, though. That’s why I thought of Matt to be my master. I want him to know that he has a service faggot in me, and that he can use my mouth on fag pussy whenever he likes, either because his future girlfriend/wife doesn’t want to take his load (his past girlfriends have been like that), or just because he wants to blow some steam quickly. I don’t want to be an unclaimed fag forever.

I hope you can read and answer my query. I’ll be expectant! Thank you for everything you do with this site, you’re the best!

Sincerely yours, Osvaldo

Osvaldo, thank you for your detailed message!

First of all, I’m curious about how you think you’re going to seduce a straight Alpha that you said “doesn’t like stereotypical gays who act too feminine” by dressing up in feminizing clothes. That doesn’t make any sense. Straight Alphas will use faggots that look masculine. They respond to submission, not your clothes or use of makeup and stuff like that. They want their DL faggots to be passable males so that others don’t think they’re interested in faggots. Get what I mean?

As for your questions:

1. It’s almost impossible for me to go into great detail about a gym routine here. You’re young, so dieting will go a long way toward shaping your body. There are several routines online you can try to develop your glutes (ass muscles), something all straight Alphas will notice.

2. If you really grow hair quickly (and thickly), I’d recommend waxing. Waxing actually thins and reduces hair if you do it often enough, and allows you longer periods of time without needing to shave. Straight Alphas generally want us clean-shaven everywhere, so this would be the route I would take.

3. You can wear thongs that could show above the waistline of your pants. Maybe wearing more pink colors or feminine colored clothes? This is a hard one because typical male clothing isn’t particularly designed to be sexually enticing (although that is changing somewhat).

4. I’m not sure I understand what “off-duty with him for a year” means. It sounds like you WON’T be with him, so … I dunno, the wording confuses me. Just be genuinely complimentary, submissive, try to get physically lower than him (closer to his feet) whenever possible, etc.

I think it’s great that you want to be a long-term owned faggot, and that’s certainly possible. I wouldn’t just fixate on one Alpha right now, because sometimes we miss opportunities with other Alphas while focusing on one specific person. You’re young and you have a game plan. Just execute it with every Man, and you’ll find success!

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nathan has written a very interesting update on this situation:

Dear Sam,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yesterday I found myself in an unexpectedly-wonderful DM conversation with an intelligent young King named “Master V” (@damnbros51), a college Alpha who owns his faggot cousin. During this conversation the subject of faggot foot worship came up, and Master V told me he wanted my to write an essay about my own deep love and need to worship the feet of our greatest Men.

This is like a dog owner asking a Labrador retriever if it wants to jump in a lake.

I should’ve known I was a faggot from the age of 10 when I had a crush on an adorable playground leader named George Collins. I remember being fascinated by George’s big feet in his Buster Brown’s. I had vague yearnings to want to touch them, but playtime with him was distracting enough to prevent any such experimentation.

Then in freshman year of high school there was this sexy pre-Alpha named Bob that I crushed on for a couple of years. To be honest, I was more fascinated by Bob’s divine ass and bulge perfectly defined by the gray corduroy jeans than Bob’s feet, but I had this odd desire to kiss his feet in the hallway while he was joking with other football players.

Then came Roger.

I met Roger when I got a job at a shitty Italian restaurant. Roger was my age, but from another high school. It took about 2.3 seconds after I met Roger to completely fall in love with him; he was the most stunning Alpha I’d ever met. A golden tan blessed his slender, muscular frame and delectable six-pack abs. Roger had a face that was a combination of Richard Gere and Morten Harket of the band a-ha. Then Roger spoke to me, and his confidence and brash sexuality completely submitted me.

Roger saw my submissiveness instantly. We became close friends immediately, and Roger definitely defined our days together. I spent a lot of time hanging out alone with Roger at his single mother’s house, where our opposing roles came into sharp relief.

His eventual claiming of me started with his feet. Roger didn’t have huge feet, but they were beautiful to me anyway. They were the feet of an athlete, “muscular” in a way that average feet are not (if you understand what I mean). I naturally took a place at his feet when we were together, and it clearly made a subconscious impression on him. He would put his feet on my face and rub them into my nose, which I loved. He would clip his toenails, and when he wasn’t looking I would steal some of the clippings and eat them. Occasionally Roger would spray a deodorant on his feet, claiming he didn’t want his feet to stink. To that, I replied that his feet never stunk and I would grab his shoes and take a deep huff. Whenever I did that, he would give me a disgusted look and mutter, “nasty faggot!”

That was the first time an Alpha specifically called me a “faggot”, and the cold electric shock of that word was intoxicating.

After Roger became my first Owner when he forced me to become his cocksucker, I would sometimes follow my instinct and kiss his feet to induce him to feed me his cock. It was then that I discovered the link between foot worship and Alpha dominance/aggression. I took lessons in pedicure techniques and foot massage to learn how to improve, because I knew foot worship was a link that I would continue to exploit throughout my fag career.

Two of my greatest straight Masters helped me to perfect my foot worshiping technique. First was Master Aaron. He was probably the most perfect physical specimen I’d ever seen; absolutely jacked, tanned body, with the world’s greatest ass (my apologies to Chris Evans) and thighs/calves as thick and sturdy as tree trunks. Master Aaron, also had a huge heart, and I think he decided to own me in part because he saw me as a lost, wild faggot who needed an Alpha’s guidance.

I spoiled Master Aaron constantly. One of his favorite things was ordering me to draw him a nice hot bath where he would soak in scented oil water while I served him drinks. After his bath, I would specifically soak his feet and then give him a full pedicure while he relaxed on the couch. After the pedicures, I would deeply massage his muscular feet with oil and moisturizers, tenderly kissing them and praising his perfection.

As you might imagine, those sessions always ended up with me swallowing his loads.

A few years later I was owned my Master Chris. He was another physically-perfect Alpha with HUGE hands and HUGE feet to match his HUGE dick. Master Chris looked a lot like a young Jake Gyllenhaal (this was often remarked upon by his female admirers … and me), with the same square jaw and big, expressive eyes.

I fell hard for Master Chris. I consider the times I spent worshiping his feet to be among the most memorable of my life. Master Chris loved my adoration of his hands and feet, and I spent long sessions just kissing them and smelling them. When he said “good faggot” to me during these times, I felt more complete than at any time up to that point.

How can I even begin to describe the wonders of Master Chris’s feet? They were size 13, and wide. They had long toes, but not long in a creepy way like some. Master Chris could easily pick things up with them, and he gave more more than a few bruises by pinching me with them. I imprinted on his feet completely, from the sweet smell to every powerfully-constructed curve. One time Master Chris told me to try and trim his nails with my teeth, but they were too tough to bite through (I didn’t want to ruin them, either). I can still feel the weight of them between my hands! Even after so many years, I know every detail on his incredible feet!

So what is it about Alpha feet that motivates faggots to worship them so intensely?

The primary motivator for faggots is the humiliation factor. Fags live off of humiliation. It induces subspace in us, and that subspace feels like a warm, cozy blanket. Women probably know the feeling, although they’re generally not in-touch with the concept of subspace. But we faggots definitely do!

So it’s only natural that faggots are drawn to foot worship. For whatever reason, feet are considered disgusting. That’s primarily why kissing feet is considered an ultimate act of submission. Foot kissing is a universally-recognized act of honor, respect, and submission in the presence of royalty, for example. Teen Alphas often make faggots and other inferior males kiss their feet without knowing anything about hierarchy (see: Master Lucas).

For me, it goes beyond the feeling of subspace, though. When offering obeisance to an Alpha through foot worship, I feel almost forgiven. In fact, I approach this extraordinary privilege of touching an Alpha’s feet and worshiping them the way a penitent person approaches a superior for forgiveness.

It is such an honor to be allowed to touch an Alpha’s feett, let alone kiss and massage them! After all, those feet are powerful enough to carry the weight of an extraordinary Man. Beneath those feet are the remains of the lands he’s conquered and the enemies he’s vanquished. They are the foundation of his rulership! Faggots should be grateful to kiss the dirt upon which those feet have trod, let alone worship them directly!

As a faggot who has spent most of my fag career worshiping Alpha feet, I can say that few acts more fully define the Alpha/fag dynamic. It’s largely a non-sexual act in and of itself, yet it stirs great passion in most Alphas. It gives Alphas power, and reaffirms their rightful place above all other males.

So what I’m saying, in essence, is that worshiping an Alpha’s feet is a holy sacrament, a godly duty. I take it very seriously, and in order to get the most out of our commission as faggots, I recommend that all faggots approach that privilege the same way!

There’s a YouTube channel (now on every platform) blowing up called NBConstruction. The channel follows a small construction company in Louisiana and features four young, muscular dudes with heavy Louisiana accents, no shirts, and most importantly, no shoes.

They’re obviously building houses, so I’m guessing the company is real … but it’s staggering how much of it seems like borderline cash master teasing and fag-baiting.

My favorite is Gunnar and his younger brother. Gunnar is the most muscular, with long, wild brown hair and a scraggly moustache and/or chin whiskers. He’s the one with the shakes, and he’s also the one doing the most dangerous stunts.

Here’s Gunnar doing something stupid with electricity:

And here’s Gunnar’s brother burying himself alive beneath a pile of lumber:

Like I said, it’s hard to tell what’s real. They’re actually building stuff, but the level of homoerotic homebuilding going on feels like they’re wise enough to understand where their true appeal lies.

And I’m here for it!

A pure image of a faggot worshiping the feet of its Owner! This happens every minute of every day all around the world.

Straight and gay Alphas love to see faggots submitting themselves this way!

It’s the NATURAL ORDER!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a 22-year-old faggot in Mexico named Angel as he submits to and serves a prolifically-virile straight Alpha named Garcia! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

There comes a moment in the lifecycle of a faggot when the fag must go outside its comfort zone and make an offer of service to an Alpha. This is not always easy, especially when dealing with straight Alphas who are unfamiliar with the logical truth of hierarchy. Although most straight Alphas won’t become violent if approached correctly, that thought is always running through the fag’s mind. It’s that fear that keeps faggots from actually taking that step, and they end up frustrated and unfulfilled.

That’s why I was so proud to hear from a faggot named Angel from Mexico recently. He asked for help in approaching a straight Alpha named Garcia who had already commandeered Angel’s house for sexual encounters with random females. You can read those other asks with the link above.

But now there has been a major breakthrough! Previously, Master Garcia refused to be touched or have his feet kissed because it was “too gay” (a typical complaint from straight Alphas). But listen to what just happened:

Hi Sam!! This is Angel from Mexico again. Guess what?? Garcia brought two girls to my house on Sunday and the fucked aaaaaall day. When they left, I thought he would leave too, but he decided to stay!! And told me to serve his dinner. Of course I did, and served the best meal of his life <3 and even baked a nice cake for him after his dinner. Then he said “oh wow, this food is so good, and I came so much today, I’m really tired” Then I did a wild move and asked him if he wanted a foot massage while I served some whisky for him. And he said yes!! Omg it was so amazing. This time I didn’t try to kiss his feet, I just gave him a long and relaxing massage with my fag hands.

I know it sounds stupid that I am so happy for giving him a massage, but it was soooo good!! I would never imagine that he would allow me to touch him, he is super super heteronormative. But he had a big smile on his face… I don’t think he will ever let me suck his cock but I’m so glad serving him this way. I will give him the letter to an alpha as you said, I am just thinking about the best way to do it without scaring him, you know?

Anyway, I just wanted to share this with you because I feel like your little brother and I love you <3

What a good boy!! I’m so proud of you, Angel!

Given the fact that Master Garcia had rebuffed Angel’s attempts to touch/kiss his feet, it would be understandable if Angel pulled back out of respect and fear. But Angel didn’t allow that fear to dictate his actions or his opportunities! Master Garcia’s demand for a meal gave Angel the resolve to try again!

And it WORKED!

I cannot stress enough how important it is to not only be brave, but also persistently submissive. Angel took my advice and continued to provide service to Master Garcia despite the fact that it seemed Master Garcia would never allow him to serve. This is critical, because many faggots would’ve stopped serving once they realized they wouldn’t get what they wanted. But that’s what sets true faggots apart from the rest!

So the effect of Angel’s continuous and faithful service resulted in Master Garcia finally lowering his guard and allowing his (currently unclaimed) faggot to serve him more intimately!

From Angel’s experience, we learn how a faggot’s faithful and extremely submissive service essentially allows the faggot to fly under the radar of an Alpha’s defenses. Before they know it, Alphas discover how much they love being worshiped by fags. It’s a magical discovery for them. They start to feel a power they never expected from fag ownership, and they want more of it.

This is the underlying mechanism of hierarchical dynamics.

I’m so grateful to Angel for sharing his experience with us and illustrating in “real time” how to ease into the good graces of a powerful straight Alpha!

Angel asked my opinion on how to present the “Letter To An Alpha” to Master Garcia. I’m not sure if an opportunity will naturally develop, but he could kneel and ask Master Garcia for his opinion on it. That could lead to an interesting conversation!

But I have all of the faith in my little brother Angel! I love you, kiddo!

Always,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling the awakening of a straight Brazilian Alpha named Vinicius who has taken ownership of his former friend and faggot Felipe while trying to raise his teenage Alpha son in hierarchical truth. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

For more than ten years I’ve been consistently preaching one fairly controversial message: straight Alphas use faggots sexually and remain straight. In fact, the original name of this site as registered in 2015 was FagsWorshipStraights.Tumblr.com. I had served so many straight Alphas in my life that I wanted to teach people this fundamental hierarchical truth.

I received a lot of pushback for a lot of years (I’m still getting it), but again and again through this site I have instead raised an irrefutable mountain of evidence proving this truth. I’m unassailable in this regard. Do you have any idea how many straight Alphas tried using faggots because of this site and discovered I was right?? I don’t even know, but it’s A LOT of them.

Master Vinicius is the latest straight Alpha to become exposed to this site’s message after his longtime friend Felipe admitted that he was a faggot and directed him to this site. And Master Vinicius warned me in one of our earliest conversations that he would never use a faggot sexually no matter what I said to him.

And I just smiled. You see, I know the power of hierarchy better than any straight Alpha. They can protest all they want, but in the end I know the POWER will move them more than their fears and paranoia.

So the other day Master Vinicius started asking me questions about how in theory he might approach Felipe in order to in theory try using him as a cocksucker.

But I didn’t give Master Vinicius theories. I gave him facts.

I gave him the truth … and the truth set him free:

So Sam… Here’s what happened.

I went over to my fag’s place using my emergency key, he was lying on the couch and I immediately told him to get up and get close to me. I gave him the first slap of the evening in his face. “Do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he said he didn’t. Slap number 2. I ordered him to take off his shorts and be only in his undies and with his shirt on. He did it. Slap number 3. “I’m gonna ask again: do you know why I’m here, fag?”, he asked if I was there to use him and… Slap number 4. “Only idiots answer a question with another question. What’s the correct answer?” And he said “You’re here to use me, Sir.” I said good boy and gave him the slap number 5. Then I gave him a wedgie and told him to get me a glass of cold water, a bowl I could put my feet in filled with warm water, a towel and nail clippers.

As he ran to get all of that I sat on his couch and started looking for something interesting to watch on the tv.

He got back, gave me the glass of water, put the bowl in front of me with the towel around his neck while the water was heating on the stove. I ordered him to kneel.

I told him to get my underwear I gave him this morning, he picked it up and I put it over his head, with the bulge part against his nose. By that time the water was already warm enough to pour into the bowl and I ordered him to get it. 

When he came back and the bowl was filled I said “You’re starting tonight by washing my feet and massaging it. Then you’ll clip my nails. You’re not allowed to say a word unless spoken to. I have a lot to talk to you. Understood?” – “Yes, sir”

Then I went on and on about how I got very pissed and disappointed at him for talking about me to strangers online and having it published. But I said his luck was that he did that with you, and that I’ve been chatting with you lately. I told him you’re a VERY intelligent person, very eloquent and well versed in this hierarchy matter. So much that I got a boner reading one of your emails. That chatting with you made me realize that my cock does deserve to be worshipped. I told him we’re not friends anymore. But I decided to still keep him in my life because you, Sam, opened my eyes to the things I can get from him that no other women is capable to provide me. And that I got that boner because of the rush of power I had. And that I decided to give him one chance to finally prove himself he can be completely useful under our new dynamic – and one chance only.

By that time he had already finished washing and clipping my nails and he was just massaging my feet. I was already only with my underwear on. It was a fun sight, since he had my dirty underwear covering his face and he didn’t even notice I was barely clothed.

“Do you want to take this chance you’ve been waiting for 20 years, fag” – “Yes, Sir. I’ll do anything” – good.

I told him to dry my feet and approach. Got him kneeled between my legs and shoved his head on my crotch (with two pairs of underwears between his nose and my junk – the one on his face and the one I was wearing) and I told him to tell me his case, and it should be a very convincing speech.

He said something to the lines of “I’ve always knew I was a faggot and you’re an alpha. I was afraid the day you realized this would never gonna come. Out of all the men in the world you’re the one who deserves to enjoy this power the most. You changed so many peoples lives, you always guided people around you, you literally saved my life a few times and I’ve always been grateful to be around you, because you make feel safe being what I’m meant to be… Even if you didn’t know about it before. And now that you do I would be honored to show you new heights to your power and make you feel like the God you are.”

That “God” part REALLY got me hard right there, Sam.

I told him to take my underwear off his face and stare at my hard rock bulge. His eyes were shinning like a kid on Xmas day. I asked him “What are you?”, he said “I’m your faggot, Sir!”, I asked “And what am I?” He said “The greatest man I’ve ever seen. You’re my God, sir!”

Sam, my cock was throbbing already. Not in a million years I’d imagine something like this would happen. And you were spot on when you said that I got that erection from your email because of the feeling of power I had.

I told him to get some lube. He ran to his bedroom and brought it to the living room, handed to me and went back on his knees. I told him to turn around and put his head on the floor and his ass up. I pulled his undies back to normal, ripped the back just enough to get access to his hole, put some lube on it and told him to turn around facing me. He was losing his mind. He was shaking, dripping sweat. I could see he was nervous. I told him to calm down, that I wouldn’t do anything to harm him not anything he didn’t want me to do anyway. “Ok, boy?” – “Yes, sir!”

Then I gave him another slap and asked how many times have I slapped him already. He’s such a good boy that he immediately said “Six times, Sir! One on each cheeck, Sir!” – I smiled, said he’s a good boy and told him to try and ride my right foot. He didn’t hesite. Though he didn’t manage to get all my toes in, I’m proud of him anyway. You see… My feet are size 14. And my big toe if probably bigger than his little baby dick.

I let him ride my feet as I put my cock out and told him to jerk and admire it. If a meteor hit us at that moment I don’t think he would notice. He was COMPLETELY hypnotized. He was playing with its head, my pubes, my heavy balls… Drooling in lust to put it inside his mouth. And I’m not saying that figuratively , he was ACTUALLY drooling without noticing. It was the first time in my life I’ve seen someone so mesmerized by my hard cock. Not even my wife was ever like this.

I told him he could start worshipping my cock with his mouth.

He started on the head, playing with his tongue. Then started sucking it and without me even ask him he put the whole thing down his throat and started fucking it. It took a while until he started having gag reflexes. At one point he did something I’ve only seen in porn… My cock was down his throat, his nose was on my pubes and he managed to put part of his tongue out to lick my balls at the same time. I didn’t know it was possible! It felt AMAZING.

It was already the best blowjob I ever gotten! And he even forgot he had my toes inside his ass! Hahaha

Then he asked me permission to talk. I said yes. He asked permission to give me a surprise, but to do that he needed to get up for a second. I was so caught up in the moment that I said sure.

He got up, went to the kitchen and I heard him saying “Sir, do you mind if I ask you to close your eyes for just a sec?” To which I said ok, but hurry. 

He came back, started riding my foot again and started sucking my cock again… But I felt his mouth icy and warm and wet at the same time. It was a weird but AMAZING feeling and I asked him if he had an ice cube in his mouth and he put his tongue out to show me 3 black halls drops.

DISCLAIMER: I know in the us you guys buy Halls drops for cough/throat. Here in Brazil that’s a Candy. And I’ve heard a lot about people using it to give oral sex.

That little motherfucker got me NUTS swallowing my cock with those halls drops inside his mouth. He was deepthroating, putting both of my balls in his mouth, sucking my head like a baby on a pacifier… But it was when he started licking my frenulum with that hot/icy/wet tongue while rubbing my head with one hand and massaging my balls that I admit I lost control. While he was doing that he kept saying that my body is a shrine and my cock is the God he worships. That my cock rules his life from now on if he is considered worthy of it. That he was in heaven being able to do what he had dreamed of for years and years and kept asking me if he was being a good boy. He had tears of happiness scrolling down his eyes.

Sam… All I could do was grunt, moan and breathe heavily. Nobody EVER got me like that only for giving me head. Actually… “Giving head” is not a good enough definition for what that faggot did. 

I told him I was close to shoot my load… And he didn’t change his pace one bit. He started licking my frenulum with what he had left from one of the drops on his tongue and trying to say “please, daddy… Give me your God load!” and when he felt my cock was swelling up and about to cum he deep throated himself again, nose on my pubes, tip of his tongue on my balls and my juice exploded direct into his throat. He hold it there for, idk, 20 second. Then started to slurp it out.

Honestly, Sam. I think I haven’t came THAT HARD since I got my wife pregnant.

He sat more firmly on my foot and just looked at me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. My face was probably of disbelief, I ain’t lying. I’ve NEVER experienced something like this before. Then he said 5 magic words: “I love your cock, Sir!”

I told him to get up and bring me another glass of water as I was trying to recompose myself. He came back with the water and kneeled and put his head down. 

Sam. I had to take a few moments to admire that sight and make sense of what just happened.

You were completely right on every word you said. I could NEVER have a woman giving a treatment like that. Not treatment… Worship. 

I told him to look at me and got close to him. As I reach for his face he threatened to flinch for a millisecond but I said “Don’t worry. I’m not giving you the 7th slap” instead I rubbed his head and told him I was really proud of him. And that he aced the one chance he had. I was so proud that I don’t think I’m letting Flavio getting near him again. He can’t appreciate a worship like that. This faggot is mine. As he always been.

Full disclosure: I warned Felipe that I thought Master Vinicius might be ready to use his throat, so he was able to have those Halls cough drops ready. LOL

Brothers, this is how we win every time. We submit completely to the awe and majesty of our straight Alphas and we worship them in ways that never ever occur to females. We blow their minds in addition to their cocks until there is no doubt in their minds that they need to keep using us.

Felipe went above and beyond in order to thoroughly satisfy Master Vinicius, leaving him with a feeling he’d never quite experienced so acutely before: God Alphahood.

And the most revelatory part: Master Vinicius was still STRAIGHT, but changed in the most extraordinary way. You see, his sexuality didn’t change … but he began his ascent to levels of power other straight Alpha deny themselves. What a shame!

But Master Vinicius wasn’t done! Just like any powerful Man who has achieved some intoxicating level of wealth and glory, Master Vinicius wanted to drink more from the wellspring of hierarchical power!

He ordered his faggot to write of their second encounter:

I got to serve Master Vinicius again! He called me saying he was almost done at the gym we have here, that he wanted me to go downstairs with a fresh towel for him. I immediately went down and he was leaving the gym, I gave him the towel and he told me to follow him to the elevator. When we got there he gave me back the towel and told me to sniff it as we were going up. He said his wife will be out for a couple of days and asked if I thought was fair that he had to release his stress by himself. I said of course not. And we got into his place.

He told me to make him his protein shake and load the washing machine with the laundry on the baskets from the master bathroom and the second bathroom. So I did. When I finished all of that he said I had the machine’s cycle time to suck him dry. He was still smelling from the gym. I CAN’T PUT INTO WORDS HOW GREAT HE SMELLED!!! I started sucking him and he kept telling me to say how great his cock is and how much I love it – like I needed an excuse to do that… He said he’s gonna use me all these days his wife is not around. Not to get my hopes up about him fucking… Yet. He said he does want to fuck me and is going to do it eventually, but I’ll know when he’s ready. I teared up a bit, not gonna lie. I felt very emotional. Then he shoved his cock way down my throat and gave me a head lock on my neck, I couldn’t move and barely breathe. And he got me like that as he finished his protein shake.

I got to suck his dick, lick his balls, his armpits, his chest… It was like I was given the gift of cleaning his sweat with my tongue. It felt AMAZING!

When he was just about to cum he told me to stop sucking and just stare at his cock and balls to see how a real man cums… And he came on his foot and made me to lick it clean. Sam… I’m not into feet AT ALL. But it felt A-MA-ZING!

By then the machine was done and he told me to hang up the clothes and do the dishes in sink while he had a shower. And that I was supposed to leave as soon as I finished it because he didn’t wanna see me when he left the shower. So I ran to do that and came back home.

Btw: as I was sucking him he prohibited me from jerking off (he knows I’m a gooner) and that I’m gonna know when I’m allowed to cum – but gave me no details about it, so I’m kind of in the dark. But I won’t question it. He knows what’s best for me.

Incredible!

We see so many elements in these encounters that I’ve discussed for years, natural laws straight Alphas understand and utilize when using a faggot (like denying Felipe masturbation while serving, or making Felipe lick his cum off his feet) because they come from the very heart of all straight Alphas. They all want the same worship, the same service, the same honor, respect, and awe.

And only faggots give straight Alphas exactly what they crave!

So once again, the hierarchical truth contained on this site has changed a life, this time a powerful straight God Alpha named Master Vinicius. And our world is better for it!

BUT WAIT: This is only PART ONE! Just wait until you hear what happened NEXT!

COMING SOON!

Over my ten years teaching Hierarchy online, I’ve seen evidence of a dramatic shift (particularly in the Western world) in the acceptance of hierarchical truths. Men now appreciate aspects of masculinity that were formerly never considered. The rise of social media has disseminated these formerly “secret” and unstated power dynamics that Men have always understood on a deeper level and turned them into more acceptable “jokes” that help Men accept the existence of them. Thanks to the proliferation of such material, today’s younger generations of Men now understand the power of feet, pheromone scenting, or armpit worship, just to name a few.

I’m proud to say that sites like this one have been unstoppable engines of hierarchical truth, relentlessly pushing it into the mainstream. I remember stating that as one of the goals of this site back in 2015! And it seems to be coming true!

One of the more dramatic ways mainstream audiences have come to understand hierarchy is through online financial domination (findom). Even though I have never been a huge fan of findom as a practice, I recognized early on that it was an addictive vehicle that perfectly illustrated very real hierarchical truths. It was only inevitable that more and more straight Alphas would become ensnared by the ridiculously-easy money, and through that they would discover the joys of faggots ownership in a larger context. It’s hard to quantify the power of that simple lure, which is inadvertently spreading the truth of hierarchy across the globe.

This truth has been appearing more and more in mainstream media, like this interview with a young cashmaster:

And now it’s even being researched by scientists!

A sharp-eyed brother named Finn alerted me to this research paper from January 2025 that looked into online findom and the roles of Alphas and faggots in that scene. It focuses primarily on straight cashmasters, both the true sexuality of these ones as well as the nature of their acts within the scene.

The researcher used X as the primary platform to study these straight cashmasters. After a lot of game-playing (straight cashmasters play around almost as much as faggots!), she narrowed it down to six subjects who were interviewed via Skype:

The responses of these six straight cashmasters are interesting, and typical of what we hear all the time in the space:

Today, my feet make money for me, and, actually not in a bad way at all. Would I stop doing this if I had enough money? I don’t know. (Participant 4)

I would not stop even if I had enough money. Because the enjoyment doesn’t only come from money. It is the domination part, from the feeling of being superior. (Participant 5)

If I would get to a certain figure, I would potentially consider slowing things, however, that would not necessarily mean that I would stop or do anything different. (Participant 6)

Given those responses, the researcher comes to an unusual conclusion, namely, that these straight cashmasters are essentially queering their straightness. He writes:

As shown above, the identity of a cash master is not solely about financial domination but also involves negotiating the complexities of desire, gender, and sexual identity. I argue that while cash masters may identify as straight, they may be unaware of how these negotiations can expand their understanding of gender and sexuality, including attractions and behaviors they previously considered beyond straight orientation. By engaging in cash master dynamics on social media, they inadvertently expose not only the performative nature of their role but also the broader performativity of their gender and sexual identity, revealing the fluidity of both and the queer potential within straightness.

These platforms transform the straight cash master’s unconscious queer desires or fantasies into activities (Johanssen, 2023). While financial domination serves as a convenient facade, social media allows cash masters to deviate from the straight line without losing “the illusion that this straight line exists” (Huysamen, 2018, p. 527). Thus, social media becomes both a catalyst and a conduit for queering their “straightness” in unexpected ways: It not only facilitates the exploration of such desires but also allows them to experiment with queer aspects of their identity in ways that traditional, offline environments may not support.

I’ve been in communication with this researcher to discuss this a bit further (they are agreeable to coming onto the podcast for an interview!), and we fundamentally disagree with this conclusion. The researcher looks at the data from a straight person’s perspective and concludes that any straight cashmaster isn’t really straight if they actually engage with the male slaves they own online, or that the entire enterprise is purely performative. Of course, this researcher is at a disadvantage, because Men lie all the time about their true feelings and intentions.

However, unlike this researcher, my site has ten years of in-depth, detailed experiences from straight Men of all types who are discovering a real truth not captured by clinical research or theories: straight Men want worship and service, and those wants transcend labels of “straight” or “gay”. The POWER of this dynamic between Alphas and faggots is itself intoxicating. My site has captured the reality of that in a way no clinical observation ever has.

I also disagree with this researcher’s vaguely-worded conclusion that a cashmaster is almost a separate type of sexuality, not entirely straight, but not gay either.

In this respect, I argue that the straight cash master’s intentional and insistent choice of boys and same-sex slaves as can be seen in the Figures 14, 15, and 16 is not only because these individuals are placed at specific locations and are more available, but it is also due to the straight cash master’s tendency towards them more than opposite-sex slaves, which contradicts his claim to be straight.

This sort of rigid classification of “proper” straight Male behavior flies in the face of historical fact. Countless societies featured submissive gay males and eunuchs serving straight Men both domestically and sexually. Straight gladiators were serviced in pre-dawn rituals by sub males before gladiatorial contests in Rome. There are simply too many precedents to ignore.

Again and again sites like this one have borne out this fundamental truth of Male sexuality: POWER governs Male sexuality even more than gender, especially in Alpha sexuality.

Which is why we see the phenomenon of straight cashmasters enjoying their faggot slaves. It has nothing to do with straight cashmasters being secretly gay. It simply proves that more dominant Men love the power that comes from faggot worship and their monetary tributes (which is also an aphrodisiacal power trip).

I think researchers will always miss the fundamentals of this dynamic until they acknowledge the existence of hierarchy itself. All humans are governed by it, even at a subconscious level. There is simply no way to graph its effects because it requires honest researchers and honest subjects.

The truth is, as always, in living testimonials. The true stories of straight Alphas catalogued here on this site over the last ten years tell a collective story more compelling than any research paper ever could.

But I’m glad to see they’re starting to try!

This young Alpha reminds me of my sexy Master @DieselDerrickk!

You can see the effect of faggot worship on straight porn. Years ago there was no ass licking or armpit worshiping in straight porn. But all porn producers now realize that the worship of Alphas is most important!

The following post is part of a thread documenting the service discoveries of Tim, a faggot in a long-term open-but-vanilla relationship who seeks part-time ownership from an Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

How many times have I recommended gyms and gym locker rooms to both Alphas and faggots over the years? I’ve served Alphas in gyms, and I’ve chronicled many Alphas and faggots who have found success there. Gyms are notoriously great places for Alpha/faggot connections because of the fact that working out floods Alphas with testosterone (and faggots with Alpha pheremones), and the pumps they receive get them feeling their own powerful sexual presence. It’s literally gasoline on red-hot coals.

Another great reason why gyms are such effective pick-up places is because of hierarchical energy. Alphas love to flex around other males is order to reinforce hierarchy, and they also love to show off their easy power. There are few flexes more dramatic than an Alpha claiming a faggot in the middle of a room full of Men! Trust me on this … I’ve been to PRISON, after all!

The latest evidence of the power of gyms to connect Alphas and faggots might be the greatest (and certainly hottest) story this site has ever featured. It’s an account from a faggot named Tim, a late-forties gay male in a long-term vanilla relationship in the northeastern corner of the United States. It’s the perfect example of a faggot being yielding to the hierarchical winds blowing him toward destiny, and then being unafraid to take action when that moment arrives.

My comments after. Buckle up, because this is one incredible story:

Hey Sam,

i had a pretty intense faggot experience today that i think moved me forward in my efforts to find an ongoing Sir. I’m in a smaller big city in the north east, masculine presenting faggot in my late 40’s. My gym is mostly straight in the business section of center city. Very rarely have i been able to serve Men in the steam room. Today i had the steam room all to myself, then hit the shower. As i was drying off at my locker with my tiny fag cock out, i caught eyes with a Man going in. He sat down near the glass door and was staring at me , nodding His head in a “get in here” gesture. So of course i did, sat next to Him with my towel undone and He pulled out his massive Man cock and I blew Him. He was pushing my face under his balls close to his furry asshole. He smell d amazing post workout. My tiny cock was leaking like crazy. He came in my mouth and gave me a good face slap and left.

i was pretty happy! This never happens! It was worth using my drying towel in the steam room and now only having 2 small hand towels to dry off with. i waited a minute or so and left the sauna.

As i was coming out a tall Man with dreads wrapped up and slightly spilling out watched me and i couldn’t help look him in the eyes and than it was hard to look away. We was taking his clothes off and i couldn’t tell if He was going to work out or wanted me to go back in the steam room. So i checked my phone at my locker and lingered and our eyes kept meeting. He was humming and had super cheery vibe. i was confused and cold so i started to make my way to the shower and He gave me look as i passed him that after a few more steps past Him, i honored my impulse to turn back, put my soap back in my locker and go the the steam room.

2 guys were in there sitting on the higher bench. The seating is an L shape, with the bottom of the L having 2 levels and the long part of the L just one level of seating. The 2 guys on the 2nd level with their feet on the 1st level of wooden bench, were spaced in a way that they took up the width of the upper bench. 1 guy was super hot, looked straight, late 50’s, on His phone with His pretty big cock hanging out of His towel. The other guy looked like a 40 something quiet, maybe gay, type of guy. I sat on the one leveled long part of the L so I was in profile to the 2 guys sitting on level 2. Then the Sir that was staring at me in the locker room walked in. towel in hand, not around His body. He gestured to the 2 guys on level 2 and they both moved to their corners and He sat between them. He was tall and he manspread and took up al His space. His cock was the perfect big cock size. i followed my impulse to open my towel so my tiny fag cock was visible to Him. He stretched His arms out and sighed, or more like mad an ahhh sound. Just owning the steam room.

Then He stretched His leg out and his foot was right in front of my face! I stared as it and followed it as he put it back down. Then he stretched his other leg so his other foot was right in front of my face. I followed it back. This repeated. i wanted to kiss them each time they were directly in front of my face. i tried to scope out the other 2 guys. The guy with his cock out and on his phone was so hard to read. I kept thinking – who brings their phone into a steam room?! – Probably not someone who wants a faggot to worship their cock. the other guy I felt like he would be jerking off to whatever i did to the Alpha. So i didn’t make a move. i took a few breaks and sat outside the steam room. i hoped the other guys would leave. They all stayed in there the entire time, never even taking a break.

After what felt like hours but was about 20 minutes, i went back in after my 4th or so break and after a few minutes the phone guy left. Alpha stretched out his foot right in front of my face and i kissed it. He put His big toe in my mouth. I sucked it. I licked the sole of His foot. He put it down and i followed it with my head and kissed the top of it. He lifted his other foot and I kissed it, put as much of it in my mouth as i could as He extended his leg fully, stretching it. The other guy slid closer to Sir and was stroking his now hard Alpha cock. I started massaging the free foot with my hands when using my mouth to worship the other. A few moments of pause when people walked by. One of the stops the other guy left. Finally alone with the Alpha, Sir. Ad then another time we paused because the phone guy came back. He took his towel off and sat on it with His big cock out! So i just went back to worshiping Alpha’s feet. One of the times we came back from another quick pause I slid over to the lower bench, between his legs and put His cock in my mouth. it was hard and big enough to be hard and hanging down into my mouth. my hands were massaging his foot. i was sure to get my mouth on his balls and get a good sniff under His balls. He put the foot that was in my hands in my mouth. i sucked on his foot as deep as i could. He moaned. I grabbed the other Sir’s foot and massaged it. He was stroking His cock. Alpha moaned again and I looked over at His cock and He was cumming! A nice slow ooze of a load all over His inner thigh. He put His cock in my mouth to take the rest of it and then i licked all the Alpha cum off His inner thigh. We had a quick stop pause as a guy walked by causing me to move back to my seat across from Him. He stood up and stretched His arms, holding his towel He had been sitting on. His cock was swinging and he sighed a very satisfied sigh and left.

I slid back over to be under the phone Man’s cock. He fed it to me and He gestured for me to sit up on the upper tier next to Him. I did and He grabbed the back if my head and guided it to His cock. I sucked it nice and slow until we had to pause again and He said “I don’t wanna get thrown outta here” and slapped His cock against my cheek and left.

Okay, you can breathe now!

First of all, I’m so proud of my brother Tim for stepping up when the moment called for action even though he wasn’t exactly sure what kind of reaction he might receive! He was successful because he trusted this hierarchical truth: being submissive and worshipful to Alphas will almost always result in a positive response because Alphas all love to be worshiped!

Buoyed by that truth, Tim was able to do remarkable things to serve multiple Alphas in a gym sauna!

Notice also that Tim paid attention to the Alphas in the locker room, noticing their signals and obeying them! A faggot MUST carefully watch the Alphas around them, being observant for clues that can lead to service opportunities. Tim did that, and he achieved success!

Notice also: Tim perfectly describes the actions of a verifiable God Alpha with the manspreading Alpha who directed the other two Alphas in the sauna. My hierarchical diagram continues to prove to be true!

Now Tim had a few questions. I want to make sure I answer them as well:

i couldn’t believe all the luck i had today. i wanted to share it with you and ask you the questions that were going through my mind as i rode home on the bus. i’m in an open gay ltr that’s vanilla and i’m very happy in it. i don’t want to be a live in or 24/7 faggot. i want to serve within my limitations. i know that sounds counter to what a faggot is. is there room for a faggot like me in this? i hope to find an Alpha that will need a fag on the side. i can’t do findom but am eager to serve in all the ways i can with limits pushed as well, just not changing the course of my life outside of being a faggot. i believe there is an alpha out there that will fit with me. Ive met a few over the years but none that lasted too long. What do you think, Sam?

My other question – am i on the right track with my behavior today? i hope to see one of the 2 Alphas i met today. Interestingly, the 2nd one (phone Alpha) seemed like an even better fit but not really sure. Hope i run into them both again at the gym. Any ideas as to how to approach them when i do?

i’m sub4MASTERplease on the Discord. Not sure if it’s ok to include that. Love to hear from anyone who has thoughts as well.

Thanks Sam,

faggot Tim

To answer Tim’s concerns:

Tim is a terrific example of perfect faggot behavior. Yes, he’s in a relationship, but even so he’s still seeking out Alphas to serve and then serving them! He asks if that’s okay to serve “part-time” and still be a faggot. The very fact that he’s asking such a thing is proof that he’s an amazing faggot. That’s the right mindset. I’m so proud of him for this!

As for his question about being on the right track, all I can say is YES YOU ARE, BROTHER! These Alphas have identified Tim as a very good, obedient, service-oriented faggot. They are coming back for more service, and I know Tim will be at the gym ready for anything!

Thank you, Tim, for sharing your incredible triumph and the wisdom it imparts! I can’t wait to connect to you on Discord!

Love,

sam the faggot

A faggot cannot hide what it is when an Alpha tests it with teasing exercises.

The foot test is one of the most powerful.

An Alpha only needs to place his feet near a faggot’s face or on its lap, and the lure will be too much to resist.

Just like this clip. CAUGHT YA SNIFFING!

The following post is part of a thread detailing the struggles of an innocent faggot named Noah who is being fucked roughly by a big-dicked Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Noah’s previous QFR (CLICK HERE) caused quite a stir on the Hierarchy University Discord. In it, Noah discussed how his big-dicked Master essentially forced Noah to take his rut even though it was hurting. Noah’s female friend was (of course) horrified by this, calling Noah’s Master a rapist and demanding that Noah stop serving him.

Most of the Discord (especially the Alphas there) firmly believed that Noah needed to endure the pain because that’s a faggot’s place and lot in life. Many echoed the familiar phrase “that’s what faggots are born for” and the like. I agreed with this, and essentially said that in my response to Noah’s question.

The main reason why I felt good about advising Noah that way was Noah’s insistence that his Master was a “good Man” who didn’t mean to harm him. I think that’s how I would describe most Alphas, who certainly can cause pain while in the midst of their ruts (and they’re not thinking about anything other than cumming) but otherwise return to a more normal state once the storm has passed.

Well Noah has returned with an little bit of an update, plus a little background that proves to be quite revealing …

Hi Sam!

My name is Noah. I sent you a message a few days ago about my Alpha who doesn’t stop fucking me when I tell him that he is too big. I had a conversation with my best friend today and I decided to set some boundaries and said “I love you and I know that you love me, but I don’t want you trying to change the way my Man treats me, and I hope you understand”. She insisted and tried again to tell me that I need to break up with him, but in the end she gave up and said that “when he breaks my heart she will be there for me to cry on her shoulder”.

It was so good Sam! It was a relief for me. I was so happy after setting these boundaries that I texted my Alpha and just said “my hole is so empty without you”. He loved it Sam, and told me to go to his place at the end of the day. He fucked me so much Sam, and I was bred twice. It hurt less than the other times and I understood that this is the life I need and want! During the fuck, he choked me, slapped me, put his feet on my face and chest, and it felt amazing. Now I am here in the middle of the night still feeling his cum in my hole and the taste of his cock in my mouth brother!

To finish, just a quick fact about me: when I was little I loved the Hulk. There was a Hulk movie when I was 3 years-old and I was obsessed with him. It was like that during my whole childhood. When I was around 14 or 15, I had two big green gloves of the Hulk, but instead of playing with them, I would give them to my friends to punch me. I LOVED to lay on the floor when I was around 15-16 while my friends would punch me with the big green gloves. There was nothing sexual about it, but I felt so good being crushed by them… now, a few years later, when my boyfriend bangs my ass and puts his feet on me, I understand why I loved being crushed so much.

This is my place! Under the feet of Men! And I am not ashamed at all of that.

I’m glad that Noah stood up to his friend in favor of his Master. It’s nice to have well-meaning, supportive friends, but they often do not understand hierarchy (and more often disagree with it), and they absolutely don’t understand the needs of faggots. Better to keep them out of the loop!

It’s not surprising that Noah’s latest breedings were less painful and more enjoyable. Part of the reason why is because of the fact that his pussy has been stretched by his Master’s big dick, but the other part is what I call the “Wide-On Effect”. When faggots get turned on and needy for cock, their pussies widen in anticipation of penetration. This widening aids in penetration, and that, coupled with the faggot’s need to fill “The Void” makes the penetration much easier and more enjoyable.

But it’s the story Noah tells about his early love of The Hulk that interests me the most. Like Noah, I had a thing for feet when I was in grade school, early hints of the faggot I would become. Noah’s attraction to The Hulk and the “abuse” he received while roughhousing with his friends were early signals that Noah was BORN A FAGGOT.

These things are inescapable. I want my fagot brothers to understand that this was what we were meant to be, and fighting that truth is not only pointless, but even destructive.

Fortunately, Noah isn’t listening to anything except that inner voice that has been guiding him to this point, to his Master, and to his purpose! I’m proud of him!

I was deeply moved by the video straight Master @KingRajahFindom posted on X today featuring one of his personal faggots worshiping his feet.

The faggot repeatedly expresses its love and devotion for him, and rightfully so! Master Rajah has been in the scene a long time, and he’s built up the trust and the skill to shepherd faggots to their happiest subspace.

I just wanted fags to understand that love, affection, and benevolence can (and does) exist between Alphas and faggots.

Findom Master @thealphaosiris has beautiful, powerful feet. His faggots are constantly treated to long worship sessions that include skin shaving.

Alpha feet are just like catnip for faggots! Irresistible!

I recommend that every Alpha try an experiment.

Start flaunting your bare feet in front of other males. Plop them up on a table. Position them near (or on) guys.

And watch what happens!

You will be able to see submission in their reactions … or even more, a need to serve!

Hi Sam, I’ve recently been embracing my role as a faggot in London by offering foot massages to superior men. This has led to some amazing meets where I’ve started by rubbing their feet and it turned into full foot worship when they realised they enjoyed me sucking their toes and licking their feet with some men even rubbing them all over my face and making me repeat that I’m their foot fag which felt amazing!

The trouble for me is that men often also want their dick sucked while they’re relaxing and being worshipped but I’m still a virgin and inexperienced in sucking dick. The taste of the tip puts me off especially when they start to leak precum and I don’t know what to do when it’s in my mouth unless they guide me and take full control of my head. I feel so embarrassed since these men deserve full service in any way they please and my lack of experience makes me feel like a really useless fag for not being able to please them in this way.

Thank you for the question, brother!

It’s so weird that you love serving an Alpha’s feet, but you’re grossed out by sucking dick. Inexperience is one thing, but you seem uninterested in sucking it at all. You need to develop a hunger for cock if you’re going to keep massaging the feet of Alphas, because they aren’t going to enjoy a faggot that only provides partial service. 

I have no idea how to advise you on developing a hunger. It should be coming up naturally inside. You need to think about the great opportunities you’re wasting.

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!