Here’s a high school faggot being forced to massage the feet of an Alpha schoolmate.

How many times have I written about this? It’s a REAL THING!

This kind of action is typically a test by the Alpha to see if the fag can be enslaved.

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Dear Webmaster,

I am the proud single mother of a fifteen year old son. I found your site on the advice of a friend about my questions about my son.

My son is very good-looking and smart. I know many mothers would say that, but some of my son’s behavior with his friends makes me wonder. Lately, he and one of his friends often challenge each other to video games, making bets. From what I can see, my son always wins, and his friend’s forfeit is to kiss his feet.

This week, he had brought over a girlfriend and two friends. She was sitting on the couch resting in his arms, the two boys were sitting on the floor at their feet. Later, she massaged his back and each of the other two massaged a foot.

Reading your site makes me wonder: is my son an Alpha? Or is he too young to consider it? Is there anything I should do for him? My only wish is for him to be happy.

Thank for your insights,

Sophie

Hi, Sophie! Thank you for writing to me! 

I love when parents come to me with Hierarchical questions about their sons! It goes a long way in demonstrating how inborn and pervasive these concepts really are! We are simply born to fulfill roles, and we often really come to embrace them (or try to) during the teenage years. I commend you as a parent that it’s awesome you’re so attuned to these kinds of subtle changes in your son!

Before I say anything else, I want to preface this by saying that sexualized behavior between teen males is almost completely meaningless in terms of sexuality. I’ve known teen boys who masturbated and sucked each other who went on to be completely straight Men; it was nothing more than an experimental phase.

That’s why all parents should react to these behaviors as well as you have! You’re approaching this from a desire to understand it, rather than just lash out and judge him harshly (which happens far too much). I’m proud of you, Sophie!

Now to your question: It’s hard to make a definitive statement about whether your son is Alpha, but the stories you’ve told me make me lean toward answering “YES”, your son is Alpha. His desire for foot worship and service alone makes me answer that way, but maybe more important is the fact that he’s “enslaved” a couple of sub friends into being his foot fags. Not just that, but he’s more than willing to use these friends right in front of his girlfriend and she doesn’t bat an eye. That’s Alpha-level confidence for sure! 

So what do you do if he is, indeed, an Alpha? Well, there isn’t much you can do except try to encourage independent thinking and aggressive action-taking (it sounds like he’s already there anyway). Many times parents want to tamp down an Alpha son’s assertiveness (for fear he might get into trouble), but as long as he’s being respectful and follows the law, there isn’t much else to do except trust him and the natural power gifted to him. 

If he turns out to be the Alpha I expect, then congratulations! Any son is a blessing, but bringing an Alpha into the world is truly a privilege! I hope I was able to ease your mind! 

Thank you,

sam the faggot (the “webmaster”)

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This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been such a privilege working with straight Master David, the young French King who approached me a while back about his roommate Vincent. Despite being straight, Master David suspected that Vincent was a faggot who could be owned by him and enslaved.

And sure enough, Master David followed my suggestions and managed to easily submit Vincent. Ever since, Master David has experimented with various aspects of faggot ownership. He’s really grown into an impressive and NATURAL owner of faggots, and he’s truly enjoyed everything he’s experienced as this faggot’s Owner.

Master David’s journey has been chronicled completely here, and one thing I will say about Master David is: he’s honest. He openly discusses what he enjoys about owning a faggot, as well as concerns he might have. He’s completely transparent and open to suggestion.

So over the last couple of weeks I’ve been talking to Master David about using his new faggot sexually. While I don’t think it’s necessary for a straight Alpha to do that, I do think it’s an avenue of worship and service that can really enhance an Alpha’s dominance without altering his sexual preference. I discussed with with Master David, and he was quite honest about his skepticism while also promising to “think about it.”

Well apparently the thinking is over! Master David did it!

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I finally gave it a try. Today I came home, Vincent greeted me, kneeling and kissing my shoes. As always it turned me on very much. And this time, I just decided to give in. I unzipped my pants and I put my hard dick into his mouth. And it was amazing.

I instinctively grabbed his head force him on my dick, something I barely dare to do with girls. He did not complain, quite the contrary. He choked, but when I released him, he quickly got back to the blow job. He sucked me off like his life depended on it. I loudly moaned in delight and it seemed to make him even eager. When I looked down to him, he was looking at me with such adoration in his eyes.

I grabbed his head with both my hands when I came into his mouth. He swallowed everything. He seemed exhausted, and told me in a pleading tone: “How was I, Master?” I told him he was a pretty good cocksucker, probably the best one to have ever sucked my cock. He kissed my balls while muttering “Thank you Master, thank you, thank you so much”. I was already getting a new hard-on! So I grabbed his head and forced him again on my cock until I came for the second time. He swallowed, thanked me again and again and kissed my feet.

He is cooking my dinner right now. I have a hard on just thinking of his eagerness to please me. I think I’m gonna feed him my cum again tonight.

You were right to encourage me to try. It was really, really good. And I don’t feel less of a man after this. Quite the opposite, actually.

INCREDIBLE!

I have preached this intrinsic Hierarchical truth from the mountaintops and until I’m blue in the face: straight Alphas use faggots for sex all the time, and it never makes them gay or changes their sexual preference!

What it DOES do is exactly what Master David mentions here: It makes the straight Alpha MORE POWERFUL! Suddenly the Alpha realizes that ALL humans exist to provide him pleasure and worship! He suddenly begins to understand how a King deserves to live: by being worshiped by ALL of his subjects!

Master David began his ascension, that process an Alpha goes through as he makes advancement in the use of his natural power. Using Vincent as his cocksucker is a huge leap forward in that process. It completely reprograms an Alpha’s mind and changes his worldview. Nothing can ever be the same!

I’m so proud of my glorious Master David! He’s a good, wise, and POWERFUL King!

This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight French Alpha named David who discovered that his roommate Vincent is really a faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Every straight Alpha who discovers the truth about Hierarchy and the purpose of faggots is faced with a dilemma. Will he reject/ignore the services of the faggot, or will he explore/embrace the services of the faggot?

There are a variety of factors that determine which way a straight Alpha will lean, but the most important one is this: how confident/powerful is the Alpha?

Truly powerful straight Alphas find the use and ownership of faggots to be irresistible. Faggots give these Men the kind of worship and slavish devotion they cannot receive from their females or really anywhere else, and it’s this kind of worship that grows power within the Alpha. He starts to see himself as something more than a mere Man, but rather a King, a god.

Like I said, it’s an irresistible opportunity.

Master David discovered that his roommate Vincent is actually a faggot and he recently took ownership of him. One thing that really stood out to me from that initial experience was Master David’s rock hard cock that resulted from having his feet worshiped by Vincent. It got Master David so worked up that he later masturbated. Keep in mind this has nothing to do with Master David’s sexual orientation, but rather it has everything to do with his need for POWER as a young Alpha.

When I concluded my recap of Master David’s first experience, I encouraged him to explore the sexual use of faggots. While I didn’t really expect him to do anything right away, I knew it would open his mind to all of the possibilities now ahead of him.

Possibilities like this:

It has been two days since Vincent submitted to me as my slave and I must say you’re right: I just fucking LOVE the feeling of power! I had Vincent sniff my armpits after gym and he was so desperately thankful, he couldn’t stop saying “thank you master, thank you so much, thank you, my master…” I have made him lie on his back and I cleaned my feet on his face, he was in ecstasy! And when I was lying on the couch, he licked my feet all evening, it was incredible! I had no idea my feet were such an erogenous zone, it was delicious, I loved it!

Also, I told Vincent that from now on, I was not going to lift a finger to clean the house or to run errands. He replied cheerfully, “Of course, master! Your time is too precious to waste on such menial tasks! I’ll take care of everything for you, master, just tell me what you want, your desires are my commands!”

It feels just unreal and magical. That boy is willing to endure any humiliation and do any chore just for my pleasure and my comfort! And just because he thinks I’m hot and strong and smart! That’s crazy! I love to be a king!

I absolutely love the fact that Master David took my advice to scent train his faggot! Alphas often fail to appreciate the power of their scent. They think they stink, but to inferiors with the genetic receptors (like faggots), their scent is almost sweet and highly addictive. Once a faggot has fully imprinted on its Alpha’s scent, that imprinting lasts a lifetime.

I also think it’s great that Master David is enjoying the foot worship of his faggot. Feet ARE an erogenous zone, but it’s more than just physical sensation that makes it so hot. It’s a submissive act to kiss and lick another person’s feet, so when a faggot does this to a straight Alpha he suddenly feels like royalty!

Master David added a little something at the end of his message to me that makes me feel like he’s eager to try more with his new slave:

I’m reflecting on what you say about using him sexually. It is true that all that power is arousing me so very much. I have a hard on just thinking of it. I guess it doesn’t make me gay if I’m the one who penetrates but isn’t being penetrated… I’ll think about it.

Very revealing! I love Master David’s honesty and transparency as he grows and expands his power! If he decides to fuck his faggot’s throat or ass, I cannot wait to hear how he feels then!

Regardless, faggot ownership is improving Master David’s life daily, and it’s helping him become what he was born to be: A KING!

My Master Aaron was one of my first serious Masters, and during the three years he owned me something special happened – I imprinted on his scent. While he did have me sniff his armpits a couple of times, the imprinting largely happened through foot worship and, even more impactfully, when he allowed me to sleep next to him in bed.

I remember the sweetness of his scent. Master Aaron didn’t believe in wearing deodorant, but he didn’t need it. He was a bodybuilder who had a very clean diet, and everything about him – piss, cum, and sweat – was as pure as a newborn. I remember nuzzling next his eternally-warm body, his heated scent swirling around me like a gauze of diffused salted caramel.

I knew Master Aaron’s scent was affecting me then (he knew it , too), but it wasn’t until years later just how much I had imprinted on it. I was at a bar and I was passing through a group of Alphas when I smelled that scent – Master Aaron’s scent – drifting in the air.

I froze and glanced around, looking like someone verging on a panic attack. WAS HE HERE? Sadly he wasn’t, but more importantly, neither was I anymore. Suddenly in my mind I was on my knees kissing his feet once again. His scent markers, sampled randomly in the air, caused me to flash back to those moments with him from many years earlier!

That’s the power of scent imprinting and training!

In the nine years I’ve been teaching Hierarchical concepts online, I’ve spoken at length about the power of scent training. Whenever I do, I have people come at me and claim that scent plays almost no role in Hierarchical power dynamics and attraction. Their doubt is often based on old studies that were inconclusive regarding the impact of scent on human relations.

But better, more focused research has been conducted that seems to be much more conclusive.

First there is THIS STUDY that goes into a general study of human pheromones and their effects on behavior. Notice how it defines pheromones:

Pheromones are “airborne chemical signals released by an individual into the environment, and affecting the physiology and behavior of other members of the same species.” Pheromones have traditionally been defined as either releasers, compounds triggering immediate short-term behavioral responses, or primers, compounds triggering medium- to long-term changes in behavior or physiology. 

The same study also concluded that the “perception of a particular pheromone may be related to the genetic composite of the receiver” and “allows pheromones to play a major role in the sexual behavior and the choice of sexual partner in animals.” Humans are animals, and subsequent studies verified that there are “growing arguments for an influence by pheromone-like compounds on human physiology and behavior, and it is also possible that pheromone signals in humans, like in several other mammals (pigs, ferrets) may be transduced via the olfactory mucosa.”

Notice the depth and range of these pheromones:

“The natural human body odor consists of about 120 individual chemicals (Labows et al. 1979), of which some have pheromone properties. In general, body odors carry informational cues of great importance for individuals across a wide range of species, and signals hidden within the body odor cocktail are known to regulate several key behaviors in animals. For a long time, the notion that humans may be among these species has been dismissed. Psychophysical studies suggest, however, that humans, like many other animals, may be able to identify the emotional state of an individual belonging to the same species based solely on the body odor.”

Unsurprisingly, Men have much more intense and powerful pheromones higher in steroidal compounds that affect the moods of those receiving them: “Furthermore, smelling of two steroids, the 4,16-androstadien-3-one (AND), and estra-1,3,5(10),16-tetraen-3-ol (EST), have in several consecutive experiments shown to affect mood and arousal (Bensafi et al. 2003; Jacob et al. 2001; Lundstrom and Olsson 2005).”

Notice where the study isolates these mood-altering pheromones in Men:

“Androstadien-3-one (AND) is a derivative of gonadal progesterone and has been identified in urine, plasma, apocrine sweat, as well as semen and axillary hair (public hair).”

So we are not imagining things – Alpha scent is very powerful and impactful on those with receptors (females and faggots)!

There was also a fairly interesting (but in my mind, incomplete) study of “gaydar” when it comes to scent. I won’t dive into much of it because I feel like it’s missing some control experiments, but here’s what the study found:

“Gay men strongly preferred the odor of other gay men, lesbians gravitated toward the smell of other lesbians, and straight women rated the odor of straight men higher than that of gay men. Each group, in short, preferred the smell of their first-choice mates, indicating a scent-based ability to assess sexual orientation. Another study confirmed that gay men and lesbians can recognize and identify the odor of others who share their sexual preference. This kind of scent-based gaydar enables gays to pinpoint potential partners instantly.”

Notice how the study oddly seems to leave out straight Men? However, this study strongly suggests something I’ve been saying all along: straight Men (and of course, straight Alphas) can tell someone is a faggot even before the faggot knows. How? BY SCENT!

I would be willing to bet that if there was a study of males who self-identified as faggots, there would be the same reactivity to male pheromones as straight females. As the study above showed, there are specific pheromone receptors built into the ones meant to respond to them, and faggots respond just the same way as females to the scent of Alphas.

This was a lot of information, and I tried my best to walk you through the easiest path. Ultimately, scent is just as powerful as we’ve believed all along, so you’re not crazy for wanting to sniff your Alpha’s underwear or socks. You’re following your natural instinct to imprint on his scent the same way animals do.

And deep down, we are all animals.

I just want to add this weird little interview with Shawn Mendes where the interviewer asks to smell Shawn’s armpit and he let’s him do it! WE ALL UNDERSTAND THIS! It’s in our NATURE!

There’s nothing like having an Alpha smash your face into the mattress with his foot while he pounds you from behind!

You really come to understand your true worth!

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

For an Alpha, a birthday is never a sign of getting older, only a sign of getting BETTER. As they age, their power increases, their confidence increases, and their Kingdom increases. Of course, that increase is directly tied to how much they embrace their Alphahood and their place in Hierarchy.

For Master Anthony, turning 22 years old today means he’s still just at the start of his reign. But how glorious he already is! Most significantly, in the last year Master Anthony has formally enslaved his first faggot, my dear Fabien. Why is it significant? Well, Master Anthony has broken out of the mold the world wants to put him in, one that constrains his power. He now understands that owning and using a faggot (a) doesn’t make him suddenly gay, and (b) makes him vastly more powerful than his Alpha peers.

That’s a lot of growth in one year, wouldn’t you say?

Needless to say, Master Anthony and his Alpha Pack intend to party it up for his 22nd birthday. But Master Anthony’s faggot Fabien has some other ideas …

Today is Anthony’s 22nd birthday! I know he plans to go for a festive birthday weekend with his bros tomorrow evening, but I wanted to mark the occasion today!

I bought him several gifts: black leather military boots, a rather expansive men’s fragrance and a luxury watch! I wrapped these presents in a single gift box and wrote him a note on a birthday card. Here is what I wrote, translated as well as I can:

Master Anthony,

You are arrogant, you are a show-off and you think you’re entitled to everything. And you know what? You’re completely right. Because you’re young, handsome, muscular, brilliant and you’re a natural leader. How can you have it all? That’s how it is. You’re just better.

Thank you for coming into my life and putting me in my place, that is, at your feet. Keeping you happy and satisfied is the most fulfilling thing I’ve ever done. You knew you were entitled to my submission and you gave me no choice. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Here are some gifts for you. I fervently hope they please you. If not, please punish me hard, and I’ll do better. I wish you a very, very Happy Birthday!

Your grateful slave,
Fabien

This morning, after I’d served him breakfast in bed and worshipped his cock, I went to discreetly take out my present to wait for him to take a shower. When he came out of his room, he was in his boxers. Like he often does, he stopped in front of the mirror, flexing and stretching, and ordered me to come massage his back. I once again put my hands on his toned shoulders and massaged his muscular back with my thumbs as I know he likes, making him close his eyes and moan in delight. While doing it, I was looking at him in the mirror, gawking at his abs, his pecs, his biceps, his face… Shaking my head, I murmured, almost unconsciously: “You’re just so gorgeous.” Opening his eyes and smiling smugly, he said “Yeah, I really am. Nice job!”. “Thank you for the honor”, I answered.

While he was in the shower, I put the gift box and birthday card in his room and prepared his clothes for the day. When he came out of the bathroom, I kissed his feet and said, “Maybe you’ll find a surprise in your room, Master.” “What are you up to, boy?” he said with a smile.

I waited in the living room with so much anxiety! I was hoping so hard that he would appreciate my card and my gifts! I was afraid I’d done something wrong, wondering if the word on the card was too “ bold ” and inappropriate… But when he came out, fully dressed, he was beaming, obviously delighted! “The gifts are great! Nice job, minion! And the birthday card was fun. Getting sentimental, huh? Kidding, that was cool!”

Looking down, he laughed and said “Admit it, you wanted new boots to lick, didn’t you? Come on and do your job, slave! Your tongue’s gonna meet these beauties a lot!”

I eagerly rushed over to lick his new boots for the first time. While I was on the second one, he felt like crushing my head against the floor. “How do you feel here under my boot, slave?” he laughed. “Where I belong, Sir! I’m in heaven!” I replied. “I’m sure you are!”

When I stood up, he said, “You haven’t done anything wrong for a long time, I don’t get many occasions to put your head under my boot!”  I replied, “If you feel like doing it, you don’t need any justification to do what you want to do, Sir! You’re the boss!” “That’s right,” he said, patting my cheek.

Before leaving, he told me he was going to receive some of his bros here tonight for a first party, before their weekend. Looks like I’m going to serve the Alpha Pack again!

Dear brother Sam, I don’t want to over-interpret nor overstep beyond my place, but I do believe there’s a form of complicity between us. I know I am not his friend and will never be, for only his Alpha Bros are worthy of his friendship, but I feel like we share a special bond, even if that’s hard to explain. Do you think I’m delusional? Anyway, I’m so, so happy!

I’m really proud of my brother Fabien for how deeply he has submitted to Master Anthony! Straight Alphas can be more difficult to serve, because they tend to push harder on our limitations. Ultimately this is for our betterment, of course, but working through that is the tough part.

But Fabien is a natural. The boot test was interesting and a little surprising, but Fabien didn’t flinch and responded to it beautifully. You can hear the deep satisfaction in the words of Master Anthony. He clearly loves owning Fabien.

Right now I imagine Fabien is being used by Master Anthony’s Alpha Pack somewhere in France, and I hope it’s going well. I have no doubt I’ll be hearing a breathless update from my little French brother before long!

Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MASTER ANTHONY!

If the ownership of faggots is ever going to be accepted by an insecure, misinformed general population, it’s going to be due to young straight Alphas actually taking their faggots out in public and using them.

Only through demonstrations of such blatant power will there ever be a sea-change in understanding of Hierarchy as ultimate truth.

Leading the charge in this is an incredibly powerful young Alpha named @masterdiaz69 on X. The first six videos above feature Master Diaz using his faggots in public places.

And notice the reaction of people as they pass! The young Men are mesmerized by the sight of Master Diaz having his feet kissed or leading a fag around on a leash!

Intrinsically people know this is the way things are supposed to be.

The world will catch up eventually!

HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I love awakening straight God Alphas. Throughout my life I have been responsible for multiple God Alpha awakenings, both in my personal life as well as my online Hierarchical teaching “career”. There is nothing like that moment when a God Alpha’s eyes are opened to the truth about himself, about his place in Hierarchy, and, most importantly, everything that is now possible in his life.

The impossible suddenly becomes not only possible, but probable.

When Master Kenzo’s lifelong faggot Kevin first opened his eyes to the truth about his Alphahood and the ownership of inferior males, I don’t know that any of us realized exactly how much power coursed through Master Kenzo. At a glance, Master Kenzo seemed like practically any other young straight Alpha who was married with kids.

But Kevin hinted early on that Master Kenzo was different. He told me there was an undeniable and irresistible control and magnetism about his Alpha friend, something so powerful he couldn’t resist it any longer. With my encouragement, Kevin opened up the Pandora’s Box of Master Kenzo’s Alphahood …

… And a Kraken emerged, awe-inspiring in power and hungry for world domination.

In almost no time flat, Master Kenzo made the leap to faggot owner and breeder, quickly accepting that it is his natural right to use anyone or anything he wants. However, owning and using faggots is easy when you’re as powerful as Master Kenzo.

But there is a greater expression of power than that: the cucking and submitting of other straight Men.

Listen to Master Kenzo’s description of what he just did a couple of days ago:

Since you’re very well versed in Hierarchy matters, I want your insight on something. I’m in the process of acquiring new slaves, looking first at my former submissive high school classmates.

There is one I have some contacts with and who lives not far away. He was of those thugs bullying weak boys and to whom I gave a proper beating, after which he became an obedient buddy. He’s married to an ex-girlfriend, who ended up with him after I dumped her, although since then I have still fucked her from time to time. I’m thinking I could enslave them both and considering how to do it.

As mentioned, I got in touch with the former high school mate I had put in his place. I went over to his place to share a few beers. In friendly conversation, I had fun reminding him how badly I kicked his ass and how obedient he had become afterwards. He laughed awkwardly and said “I knew better than to mess with you!” and I then I knew I had a free path. I even said: “I’m sure if I had told you to kiss My feet in front of everyone, you would have!” He was visibly embarrassed, but replied, “You’d already humiliated me in front of everyone, anyway!”

As I was sitting in front of him, I slumped back in My armchair, stretched, put My socked feet on his lap and watched for his reaction. He didn’t object and carried on as if nothing had happened. After a moment, I said: “Why don’t you rub them?” He paused, reluctant. “Come on, buddy, be a nice boy, I need it!” With an uneasy chuckle, he began to rub My feet. After a while, as we were talking about his wife, My ex-girlfriend, I said: “You know I still fuck her now and then, right? After all, it would be hard for her to give up the best sex after having enjoyed a taste of it.”

He was shocked and angry. I think he had some suspicions, but for Me to tell him so openly obviously hurt and humiliated him deeply. He pushed My feet away and said very angrily “Wait, are you serious right now”? I got up and approached him menacingly: “What? You want to try and get your lost male honor back? Go on, we’ll see if the result will be different this time.” After a few seconds, he lowered his eyes. “That’s more like it”, I said, and I sat back down and rested back My feet on his lap.

He remained quite silent for the next few minutes while I was chattering to him about My fucks with his wife, when she came home. He pushed My feet away again immediately, but I got up and went to greet her before he did. “Hey babe, I just talked to your husband, he’s OK with us having sex! How about it, right now?” She was very surprised, glanced at her husband who was remaining silent and looking away, then she enthusiastically replied “Sure, why not!”

We went to their bedroom and I fucked her like a bitch (including My favorite position: foot on her head). I think her screams were very audible. When I let her rest in bed and went back into the living room, he was playing video games with the headphones on and the sound very loud! I sat down on the sofa and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, buddy, I’m exhausted from making your wife orgasm, I could use another foot massage while I rest.” He reluctantly sat in front of Me, remaining silent, his face tight and angry, but massaged My feet while I played his game console.

She must have been asleep, because I didn’t see her again that night and, an hour later, when I got up, I said to the inferior boy: “You know what? You actually should kiss My feet and thank Me for pleasuring your wife better than you do.” Once again, he remained frozen, silent, eyes downcast. I slammed My fist into my palm and said, “Or maybe I should teach you some manners?” Then he rushed to kiss My feet and mumbled, “Thank you for fucking my wife.” “That’s better. Good boy.” I said.

THIS is how it’s done!

I really wish more Alphas understood the incredible and unlimited nature of their own power. Of course, not every Alpha is a God Alpha, but every Alpha has within him the ability to flex his superiority in any circumstance and take what he wants.

The real difference here is that Master Kenzo has the WILL and the HUNGER to match his indominable God Alpha power.

Flushed with adrenaline, notice what Master Kenzo chose to do immediately after this dramatic conquest:

I can tell you: when I went back to My second home, I fucked Kevin harder than ever. The poor boy was pretty roughed up, as I slapped and spat at him. But I cuddled him and reminded him how much I love him.

Notice he didn’t run home to his wife, but instead he chose to mount and breed his conquered faggot Kevin. Why? Because that was a night of conquest, a night of Kingdom building, and it was important to Master Kenzo that he keeps all aspects of his reign in submission.

But Master Kenzo is far, far from done.

So, as you can see, I’ve made pretty good headway. But it’s far from complete yet. I want more.

I want him to kiss My feet right in front of her, maybe even suck My dick. I want her to watch and see that the man she had chosen to marry is inferior to Me and is made to submit to Me. And I want him to actually watch and see Me fucking his wife and hear her cries of ecstasy with My cock inside her. I want him to worship Me while I fuck his wife.

And in due time, I want to fuck him like a bitch. I want to deprive him of his last remaining vestiges of manhood. He will cry hard, I’m sure, but he will thank Me later, when he enjoys the true delight of servitude to Me.

You know what, faggot? I truly love power. I love being a God. I love being Me.

I asked Master Kenzo about cucking his faggot, and he replied this way:

I think I’m going to absolutly love cuckolding. I’m going to love breaking other males and making them accept their place below Me within the great order of Male Hierarchy. I so much enjoyed to humiliate him this much and to see the defeat in his eyes, to see him realize that even as a straight married man, he was still doomed to bow to My superiority, whenever and howerver I would decide.

I won’t stop until his humiliation is complete. I’m going to mercilessly eradicate every single last tiny drop of ego and pride in him, until he’s nothing but a grateful worm at My feet. So I have decided.

I wonder if he’s already processing that he will never father child of his own. I won’t permit it. His wife’s womb is Mine.

I’m going to love My life.

Master Kenzo is in his early twenties, and he’s already doing things that even more experienced Alphas hesitate to try. He’s unstoppable.

He’s the very definition of a God Alpha. We’ve awakened an Alpha Beast of apocalyptic power, and he will not be satisfied until he’s consumed the world.

And we will be grateful as he feasts.

The purpose of a faggot is to please its Alpha.

Every Alpha has different needs. Some just want domestic service. Some need an abuse object. Some need to humiliate. Some need sexual relief.

A Master like @ChillDom360 knows how to fully use his faggot!

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

Master Anthony is truly one of a kind, a burgeoning God Alpha who is expanding his power almost daily. I can only imagine how overwhelmed my faggot brother Fabien is these days. One minute he thought he had a new roommate, and the next minute he finds himself enslaved to a truly irresistible young powerhouse.

I had some questions about Master Anthony’s sexuality. This means nothing to me, but it seems to mean everything to the insecure, close-minded straight Alphas who follow me and loudly proclaim that an Alpha who uses a faggot sexually cannot be straight. This is pure horseshit. Every sexual therapist knows of the countless studies of male sexuality that disprove such a narrow view of it. But whatever.

So Fabien bravely asked Master Anthony some questions about his sexuality:

To answer some points: I can confirm that Anthony is straight, because in the last few months we’ve lived together, he’s brought girls home a few times (never the same one, though!). And judging by what I could hear from my room at night, he’s as good a lover as one can imagine. 😉 I wouldn’t be surprised if he displays his dominance over me in front of some new girls one of these days. This morning, I asked him if he already had dominated someone that way before, and he said “I have already had boot-lickers, sure. But never yet a cocksucker as well!” He’s obviously used to people submitting to him in many ways, but I think I’m the first with whom he can take it this far, and the first to be a proper slave.

Just as I suspected! It’s clear that Master Anthony’s previously-limited experiences with faggots got his juices flowing for a more formal faggot slave, and he’s targeted Fabien as his first official property.

To make that acquisition even more official, Master Anthony laid down some firm rules for his new slave Fabien.

Anthony was staying at home all morning today, and just before noon, he beckoned me to come and see him. I knelt before him, and bowed my head to the ground at his feet before straightening up. “Nice one” he said. “I’ve decided it’s time to set some rules”.
I’m trying to remember and to transcribe his words and my answers as faithfully as possible.

“From now on, you’re to call me either Sir or Master at all time, up to you and depending of the circumstances. Understood?”

“Sir, yes Sir. Thank you, Master.”

(Small note: I also have to use “vouvoiement”, something that can’t really be translated into English. Basically, it means using the second-person pronoun in the plural form (“vous”) rather than the singular form (“tu”) to adress a single person. It is used between people who don’t know each other, or in a formal context, but also… as a mark of respect to a superior.)

“Good. You are allowed to continue sleeping in the guest room when there’s no one else, or otherwise on the sofa bed when there’s no one else. But your official sleeping place is in the kitchen, is that clear?”

“Perfectly clear, Sir. You’re so generous, Master. Thank you so much, Master.”

“I want more money. You will pay me the tithe. You will give me ten percent of your monthly income. You can afford it, can’t you, boy?

“I’ll cut in my expenses in order to, Sir.”

“Good boy. You are to worship my morning wood every day, and be ready to give me head whenever I want. Improve your cocksucking, ask help from chicks if you need to.”

“I will, Sir. Thank you for the honor, Sir.”

“When I get out of the shower or walk into the apartment, you come and kiss my feet.”

“Gladly, Sir.”

“Finally, if you want any favor from me, you can beg me. I don’t mind you begging. But you shut the fuck up if I tell you to.”

“Of course, Master. Understood, Master. Thank you, Master.”

“Any question, boy?”

I once again bowed my head to the ground. “Not for now, Sir. Thank you so much for enslaving me, Sir. I am deeply honored and happy to serve you, my Master.”

“Such a good boy. Go make my lunch, slave.”

He has left for the afternoon, and since then, I am working at my job (home-working, like most days) with even more enthusiasm and a beaming smile, knowing that I’m working for his direct profit.

A surprisingly-complete set of rules for a young, first-time Owner! Master Anthony has clearly been thinking deeply about what he wants from a faggot slave, and he laid it out beautifully.

Fabien’s reaction to this is telling. When I first met Fabien (has it really only been a week??), he was somewhat resistant to the idea of submitting to this young Alpha. But as Master Anthony has tightened his control and use of Fabien, what I’ve noticed is that Fabien has BLOSSOMED WITH JOY.

And this is a lesson for faggots. We need the control and dominance of Alphas. We need to submit and obey and please them. This service brings us HAPPINESS, not sadness. It gives us FREEDOM, not restriction.

Listen to how Fabien ended his latest update:

Just a few months ago, I was looking for a roommate to have a buddy and lighten my budget. But instead, I met a young cocky hunk who enslaved me. And I can’t stop smiling! What a destiny!

THIS is what Hierarchical truth can do for both Alphas and faggots (and everybody else) if they simply apply it and LIVE IT!

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

This is a continuation of PART ONE of this story which you can read by CLICKING HERE!

After Fabien told me about the Alpha Pack party, I responded this way:

I’m honestly a little surprised you weren’t used sexually during that party or after by Master Anthony or one of his Alpha Pack. Of course they wouldn’t dare use his faggot without permission. But this sexual service is coming. Be ready.

Well Master Anthony moves about as fast as my mind can predict this stuff, but only a couple of hours after sending that email to Fabien, I received a startling (though not unexpected) reply:

Brother sam, are you a seer or something ? 

When I entered Anthony’s room to serve his breakfast, he was already half awake and was very pleased. I put the tray on his lap and massaged his feet while he ate. When he was done, he put the tray aside and told me out of the blue: “That was well done! I think you have earned your own breakfast now!” He took off his blanket, snapped his fingers and pointed his morning wood.

His cock was impressive! Of course I knew what to do, but I had never had a dick in my mouth before, so I’m afraid I was not very good at it. I choked a couple of time, but Anthony grabbed my head to press it and force my moves. He was moaning “Good, very good, that’s a good boy, that’s a good boy who likes to please me” and so on. After he came, he gave me a little slap and said “Swallow it all, boy. You’re gonna learn to love my cock”. I could barely speak, but after I swallowed his cum, I managed to say “Thank you, Sir”. With his smug face I love so much, he said: “Good boy. Now go serve breakfast to my bros in the guest room. The guys on the couch can have leftovers if there are any.”

I served the young hunks in my bedroom a substantial breakfast to make sure the other two in the living room had some left over.

They all left for the afternoon, Anthony instructed me to clean the flat. I can’t help but notice he referred to my bedroom as the “guest room”. I wonder if this augurs anything.

First of all, I applaud Fabien for sleeping on the kitchen floor all night and then thinking, not of his own discomfort, but rather to make breakfast for the four Kings sleeping in his place! He also did right to serve Master Anthony first after correctly identifying that he’s the leader of the Pack.

But it’s Master Anthony who is the real surprise. As far as I know he’s a straight Alpha, but he’s so turned on by the fact that his power has claimed a faggot that he couldn’t help but feed Fabien his cock!

Already we see in Master Anthony a great power arising. He’s already an incredible Owner, better at it than most Alphas 2-3 times his age. Notice the commendation and encouragement Master Anthony gave Fabien while he sucked his cock! Also notice how Master Anthony gave firm but affectionate guidance when Fabien was struggling!

I was just as blown away by Master Anthony’s control of the situation after being pleased, giving direct orders to Fabien about the distribution of food to the other Alphas and the cleaning later. Again, Master Anthony is just 21 years old! Do you think they teach Alpha classes in school in France, or do you think maybe it’s something natural to truly powerful Alphas?

A bit later I received this incredible update:

Anthony came back alone at the end of the afternoon. I went to take and hang up his coat and then I knelt and kissed his shoes. He said “Nice one. Stay on your knees” and began to unzip his pants, then grabbed my head. He face-fucked me and had me swallow his cum, while we stared in each other’s eyes.

After swallowing, I said “Thank you, Master”. It was the first time I called him Master and it clearly turned him on. He gently slapped my face with his dick and said “Very good boy. And if I am your Master, what are you?” I bowed my head and said “I am your slave, Master.” He ran his hand through my hair and went to sit on the sofa. “Nice boy. Go fetch me a beer and massage my feet, slave.”

I’m sending you this mail before going to do the dishes while he’s playing video games. I feel so happy when he enjoys his time while I work for him.

This episode is a masterpiece of Hierarchical truth and fulfillment. I don’t know enough about Master Anthony (yet) to know if he’s ever owned/used fags before, but even if he has he has incredible instincts at such a young age!

But my brother Fabien is just as impressive to me. He thought he was getting a roommate to share expenses, but instead he has found a younger Master who will change everything about his life and finally give him true purpose! And here’s the thing: Fabien is running toward it, not away from it! He knows he was born to be at the feet of a gorgeous young Alpha like Master Anthony!

If you didn’t believe it before, believe it now: HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

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

The bravado and fearlessness of young Alphas is breathtaking. At that age they experience a constant rush of testosterone and adrenaline, and that causes them to express dominance in bold, surprising ways. Now, when they do that with other Alphas, it leads to fights. But when they express their dominance with submissive personalities, they typically get everything they want.

I have repeatedly experienced such bursts of young Alpha dominance, which is why I have had such success in advising others on how to approach the young Alphas in their lives. Alpha behavior is predictable, mainly because of the constant needs of young Alphas I mentioned above.

A week ago I received an email from a faggot from France named Fabien. He had an interesting situation rapidly developing in his personal life:

I’ve recently discover your site while I was searching something to help me think about my situation. I am reluctantly processing that I must be what you call a beta or a faggot (gasp!) but I am quite anxious about it.

A few words to introduce me. I’m from France, I’m thirty years old and an executive in a small marketing firm. I have always lived as a straight man, as I used to like and fuck girls regularly. Most of the time, in my professional and daily life, I am a rather assertive man and in positions of leadership. But also, I must confess, I have always been quite aroused by some few males who I saw as better than me, and always liked doing things for them and earn their appreciation. I never really explored that side of myself until recently.

To lighten my rent and have a bit of company, for the last six months I’ve been sharing my flat with a roommate in his early twenties, named Anthony, a student at a top university. To give you an idea: he looks A LOT like Tom Holland, including on the muscular front. Furthermore, he is very confident, cocky, smart and funny, and for what I know, loved by everyone around him. So, as you can well imagine, I am very humbled and very impressed by him. I pride myself to be a clever, rational man, but I feel like I’m turning into a fangirl for him.

Since he’s been here with me, I couldn’t help but be more and more agreeable to him, offering to cook for him, do his laundry, his share of the housework, and so on. Also, I haven’t been too insistent about asking him to pay his share of the rent. Several times in recent weeks, when he had a tedious academic homework to do, I offered to do it for him so he could enjoy himself. Each time, of course, as he’s a serious and bright student, he checked afterwards, but he was always satisfied with my work and it saved him a lot of time.

Over the last fortnight or so, when we’re both watching TV, he’s got into the habit of lying down on the sofa and resting his socked feet on my lap. Almost instinctively, without really paying attention, I’ve started rubbing them every time he does that. Last Friday, after returning from Christmas celebrations with his family, when we were in this situation again, he got up to sit facing the TV. So I stopped the massage, but he turned to me and said sternly “Hey, I didn’t tell you to stop!”. I rushed to my knees on the floor and said ‘Oh, sorry, excuse me” and started massaging his feet again. He smiled smugly and said “That’s more like it”.

I believe that, at this point, things are pretty clear, right? But I’m still nervous and unsure of what to do next. Should I go ahead and blatantly tell him that I am his bitch to use as he wants? Should I just keep going and see what he will do next? I know I sound pathetic but it’s really so new to me, I feel so confused. Can you please reassure me in any way?

Instantly I realized that this Alpha, Anthony, had already identified Fabien as a faggot. Not only that, but Anthony was also using his natural dominance to force Fabien to accept his place as a faggot so that he can take ownership of him.

Fabien was desperate to know what to do, so I advised him to really start submitting to Anthony and work up to kneeling and admitting to Anthony that he’s a faggot. I felt like I was overshooting, but Anthony felt particularly aggressive to me and I had a feeling a big confession would work with him.

But before my advice could even be implemented, Fabien wrote back with an update:

Thanks for your insight. I must admit I’m still processing things. Thinking of it arouses me and scares me at the same time.

Even today, while I’m working from home, Anthony (that’s his name, I quickly mentioned it in my mail! ^^) kept asserting his authority. This morning, he came out of the bathroom in his boxers. He stopped in front of a mirror in the shared living room and began casually stretching and flexing. I was peeking at him, mesmerized, and he suddenly said, “Hey, you know what, I could really use an upper back massage!” I impulsively went behind him, put my hands on his shoulders and massaged his back with my thumbs for a few minutes. He closed his eyes and moaned. At the end, he said, “Good job! You’re doing great, man!” and I answered “thanks” while he went in his room.

Later, at noon, as he stopped by the flat to grab a sandwich I made for him, just as he was about to leave, he pointed to his sneakers and said, “Hey, my laces are untied”. Without even thinking, I put one knee down to tie them for him. He just replied “Nice one. Have dinner ready by 8 p.m. Enjoy your afternoon, bye!” and left.

As I am writing to you, I am just realizing something: he never says “please” or “thank you”! He says what he wants, gets it from me, and expresses his satisfaction, but never says “please” or “thank you”! What’s more, I was actually the one to thank him for massaging his back!

I’m in the middle of a turmoil. I cannot deny the obvious, and yet I’m anxious as hell to take any step further. But I’ll think carefully about your advice, I promise.

So now it was apparent that something big was happening with Anthony. He wanted something from his roommate/faggot Fabien. I warned Fabien to prepare himself because Anthony was going to make a bold move of some kind.

Then it happened:

I am a coward. I did not follow your advice the other day. After dinner, I simply sat down on the ground, at Anthony’s feet, while we were watching TV. But things have gone crazy since then.

Yesterday morning, as Anthony walked around in the living room in his boxers, he pointed to a stain on the floor that I should clean. I knelt on the floor to do it, while he looked at me. And when he said “Well done”, without even thinking, instinctively, I bent down to kiss his feet! When I hesitantly looked up, he didn’t look surprised at all, but was instead grinning from ear to ear. He ran his hand through my hair and said “good boy” then went to his room. I was blushing with embarrassment.

I spent the day out, but on that evening, as I came in, he was on the couch, he told me he wanted me to drive him tomorrow for the day to buddies of his, some miles away.

I’m trying to accurately reproduce the discussion we had then. But I’m shaking furiously just thinking about it.

“So you just assume I’m going to cancel my plans to drive you there and back?”

“Yes, you are” he said with a cocky grin.

“You take me for granted, do you?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he said with a shrug. “I’m used to get whatever I want. People are always bending over backwards to please my every whim. I’m just that great! Isn’t it why you kissed my feet this morning?”

I blushed. I was both very excited and very irritated. I replied: “And so you think you’re entitled to everything?”

“I know I am. Some men are just better. Look!”

Then, he put his foot on the corner of the coffee table. He snapped his fingers, pointing to his black leather boot, and calmly said: “Lick the bottom of my boot”.

“Why would I do this?”

“Because it pleases me.” he just said, leaning back with his hands behind his head.

I thought for a second I was going to shout at him, but I spontaneously knelt down and did what I was told. I licked the dirt off the sole of his boot.  Anthony was smiling so smugly! My heart was thundering!

He straightened up and leaned towards me and said: “So, what are you doing tomorrow, boy?” I paused for a moment, and I replied: “I’m driving you wherever you want to go, Sir.” “That’s more like it. That’s a good boy” he said.

Then, I remembered your words, and I added: “Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Sir. Thank you for helping me to understand I’m born to serve a superior Man like you, Sir.”

He beamed more than ever and just said: “I knew I would eventually break you.”

And by the way: I’m writing this e-mail while waiting for him in the car while he’s having fun with his friends, ready to take them somewhere else if need be.

Anyway. I couldn’t escape my destiny. I’m a bit scared, but so be it.

BRAVO!

This is such an astounding moment, one that crystalizes the natural dynamic between a straight Alpha and a faggot who both accept their roles. Anthony is such a pure example of young Alphahood, full of cocky self-confidence. But it’s Fabien who really impressed me. Despite his own embarrassment and frustration about his submissiveness, he followed the lead of his faggot instincts and surrendered to Anthony’s power. If more faggots followed these instincts (rather than hide behind false masculinity), so many more would find purpose in more meaningful ways!

There’s more to this rapidly-developing story, but I wanted to start here with Anthony’s ascension and Fabien’s submission. It’s a near-perfect beginning!

Have you seen MasterJay_23 and his slave DesiVerseXXX? It would be nice to get interview with them

Master Jay, welcome to Hierarchy University! I’m humbled and grateful for your attention, Sir! Also, what a clever way to get my attention! LOL

I have seen you and your faggot @DesiVerseXXX on X, and it’s impressive how easily you control it! I think it’s a shame that your faggot still labors under the delusion that it’s “vers” when you’re clearly forcing it to accept what it truly is – your faggot.

As far as a podcast interview, I’m absolutely interested in talking to you! Would you have your faggot along with you for that discussion? That’s all fine by me! 

For anyone unfamiliar with Master Jay and his faggot, here’s a sneak peek:

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

Findom Alpha @cashgodMatt is a bearded, brutal, and demanding faggot trainer. He has no problem locking faggots I’m very small chastity cages and reducing their genitalia to skin tags. He devises torturous, SAW-like torture contraptions.

And he loves piss.

Of course, most Alphas do. It’s a primal marking technique, plus it amuses them to no end.

Master Matt’s fag here is given a mouthful of piss, and I thought for sure it was going to spit it out … but the faggot swallows at the very end. Good boy!

Here’s Master Matt doing some foot torture:

Soy maricón, y siempre tengo la fantasía de un Dom pisoteando mi polla (descalzo o con zapatos de vestir), siempre quise que alguien usara mi polla como alfombra y taburete.

The above Spanish question is translated:

I’m a faggot, and I always have a fantasy of a Dom trampling my cock (barefoot or in dress shoes), I always wanted someone to use my cock as a rug and stool.

Brother, thank you for the question. I understand your feelings. Most faggots have a fetish for feet and want to be crushed beneath the giant feet of strong Alphas. You are not alone! Good news is that a lot of Men would be willing to do this to you. You just need to let them know, and they’ll gladly stomp on you and use you as a foot stool!

Hermano, gracias por la pregunta. Entiendo tus sentimientos. La mayoría de los maricones tienen un fetiche por los pies y quieren ser aplastados bajo los pies gigantes de Alfas fuertes. ¡Usted no está solo! La buena noticia es que muchos hombres estarían dispuestos a hacerte esto. ¡Solo tienes que hacérselo saber y con gusto te pisotearán y te usarán como taburete!

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