Dear Sam,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,

sam the faggot

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

Thank you for the question!

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

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

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

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

While hierarchy itself has been in operation among Mankind since the first time one Man dominated another, the precepts of it weren’t codified until the rise of the Greek and Roman empires.

Their true and mythological stories (which often intermingled) define hierarchical concepts of masculinity, domination and submission, and the importance of these roles in sustaining/advancing human life.

Historian Luca Mitchell has been doing a series on the famous figures of Greek and Roman history and mythology, with a bent toward the Alpha heroes and the inferior males they loved.

You can watch more of his series on his Facebook page! Interesting stuff!

Hierarchy 312 – True Alpha Qualities To Worship

A true Alpha is more than the size of his dick!

SITE: https://hierarchypodcast.com/hierarchy-312-true-alpha-qualities-to-worship/

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Before social media and the broader internet, Alphas were simply genetically-superior Men with finely-sculpted bodies, razor-sharp intellects, or indomitable wills that led armies and bred thousands.

Sadly, social media is rapidly diluting our stock of true Alphas, replacing these superior Men with dumb, navel-gazing Instagram models who measure their so-called Alphahood by their follows, likes, and retweets.

Alphahood is no longer a calling … it’s a brand.

Sadly, this degeneration of the Alpha in our society has merged (inevitably, I suppose) with the rise of dickless, INCEL-like narcissists plaguing social media with hateful rhetoric and amplified aesthetics masquerading as Alpha. Guys like Andrew Tate and, most recently, some test tube robot named “Clavicular” have spearheaded this (bowel) movement.

Clavicular is particularly problematic. He came out of nowhere, his claim to “fame” being some extreme body-modification shit called “looksmaxxing”. In theory, Clavicular beat on the bones of his face with a hammer to accentuate his cheekbones, etc. (too bad he didn’t use the claw end). He’s also known to take lots of peptides and other formulations to boost testosterone and transform him into an ultimate male.

Sadly, hammers and peptides can’t fix a lack of personality.

Here are a few clips of the awkward, autistic bastard interacting with other worthless social media garbage like an alien life form newly hatched from a pod.

There is nothing appealing about this socially-awkward wannabe. He’s arrogant for no reason, having not accomplishing a single damned thing in life except getting attention on Kick for hitting himself in the face with a hammer. THINK ABOUT THAT.

Clavicular was recently on the podcast of another social media cancer, Jake Paul. Now, some might make the point that Paul is Alpha (I might even begrudgingly agree), but watch this excruciating moment when Paul asks Clavicular to rank him on “masculinity” or “hotness” or whatever:

Clavicular says Paul is a “6.5” out of 10, and Paul looks crushed! WHAT THE FUCK?!? No true Alpha would give ANY fucks what RealDoll Clavicular thinks about them, especially not one as wealthy as Paul!

And that’s certainly true once Clavicular reveals how he’s trying to “looksmaxx” his tiny penis by pulling on it constantly:

HAHA what a fucking joke!

Ultimately, Clavicular’s influence will be short-lived, as will most of the other bad actors in this most recent affront to hierarchical order and true Alphahood. The angry, violent ones (like Tate or ChudTheBuilder) will end up in prison, and Clavicular is simply too boring to last.

But my concern is with all of the young Alphas out there watching these examples getting way too much attention and thinking that’s how they should act.

Honestly, this site and its message can only do so much to help Alphas. It’s really incumbent upon true Alphas everywhere to mentor the next generation, teaching them values that define true leaders of lesser Men.

I only hope it happens before true Alphahood is lost!””

I get a lot of questions from faggots about the fact that they never had the opportunity or the bravery to experience their truth in life.

First of all, it’s never too late.

But this site exists to teach the truth so you DON’T waste your best years in FEAR!

The above film montage comes from the film JONGENS (Boys) and set to Lana Del Rey’s mournful 2017 song “Love”.

Watch the above video. See the reaction of both females and males as he enters and walks through the cafe?

Ask any Alpha, and he will tell you he sees that reaction from females and faggots everywhere he goes.

Mysteriously, guys often dismiss the idea of Alphahood today. I’ve been running a little experiment on TikTok live where I enter these live spaces of Alphas and ask them if they consider themselves to be Alpha. The vast majority deny it, with some even calling it “gay” and brush it off.

But here’s the thing: the natural human reaction to the presence of an Alpha is immediate and undeniable. You can put on a front and try to run away from the question, but in the moment the truth is known.

Alphahood is most certainly real.

Rather than living in denial, it would be better to learn more about it, cultivate it, and discover how to harness that raw power!

It scares me that Men are denying Alphahood as more and more males shrink back behind screens and video games and become less engaged in life. Alphas need to ascend and lead, not disappear behind a façade of detached coolness. The world is at risk without true Alphas to lead it.

So Alphas, unite! By denying your birthright and purpose, you leave civilization at the mercy of bad actors.

Nature gave you a gift. A commission. A purpose.

Use it!

The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Hi Sam,

This is Mister Fag. I saw your response regarding the limp dick and just wanted to point out that a cage may not be practical for various reasons (hello, TSA!). However, a faggot should know that being limp—whether naturally or educated by a cage—is essential to understanding our biology.

I have been traveling a lot recently for business. I wanted to share a little story that occurred during one of those trips. After a full day of meetings, I decided to get a couple of drinks at the hotel bar. Curiously, the only seat available was next to a man who was clearly good-looking and whom I initially thought was straight.

Maybe it was the loneliness, or maybe the vibe, but I started making small talk. I must admit, he was charming. At our second round, he whispered, “So, tell me, are you a fag?” I felt scared for an instant, but after I said “yes,” he replied, “I knew it.” That felt safe.

Later that night, after paying for his drinks, I followed him to his room where I obeyed and let him decide how I should please him.

During the week, I met him a couple more times. I always took care of him (paid for his dinner and serviced his needs). On the last night, he told me he wanted to try ball torture because “you have no real use.” I let him do it—and yes, it is painful during and after.

I don’t want to dwell on the physical specifics, but the experience forced me to realize how vital the bridge of trust is between a fag and an alpha. In the vacuum of a hotel room, far from the social scripts of the daytime world, the hierarchy becomes a living thing that requires communication to function. Over the years, I have learned that a true fag doesn’t just obey orders; he finds his purpose in them. Yet, there is a recurring shadow: fear. It is a specific, sharp kind of fear—not necessarily of the act itself, but of the sheer, uncompromising scale of the alpha’s power. It is the vertigo one feels standing at the edge of a cliff; it’s not that the cliff is “mean,” it’s simply that its nature is absolute and yours is fragile.

And that fear is okay. In fact, it is necessary. It is the recognition of the weight of the man standing above fags. The key, I’ve found, is to communicate that feeling to the alpha. You aren’t “complaining” or “safe-wording” out of the experience; you are clarifying your position within it. You are telling him that your hesitation isn’t a sign of disrespect toward the natural order, nor is it a rejection of his nature. Rather, it is an admission that you are being moved—truly, deeply moved—by the gravity of his power. When an alpha understands that your fear is actually a form of worship, the dynamic reaches its most honest state.

Maybe I am romanticizing, but I thought it was worth sharing.

Respectfully,

Mister Fag

Well done, brother!

My first question: why do you think the Alpha at bar was not straight? Did he say he wasn’t? Straight Alphas are quite clued in to the use of fags sexually, and when they sense a wild fag in an appropriate moment, they will often make a move. In fact, the ball torture makes me think he was straighter than you imagine.

That aside, I thought this was an exceptional entry in your series, Mister Fag! Your central thesis that Alphas carry a weight that inspires respect, awe, and fear in inferiors like fags is spot-on. I’ve actually heard Alphas say how much it turns them on to see how intimidated faggots and females are in their presence!

The Alpha in the bar probably sensed your nervousness right away and read it correctly. As I’ve said many times, Alphas are extraordinary hunters and possess the ability to read their prey. They see nervous eye contact and instinctively know the person can be controlled and used by them.

But your point about how “fear is a form of worship” is particularly fascinating to me. Even when we aren’t intentionally worshiping an Alpha, our natural instinct of fearful respect is also registered as worship in the eyes of Alphas!

Again, that is why I always encourage faggots to TRY to talk to Alphas and offer service. Yes, I know it can be intimidating, but Alphas read it correctly and hierarchically.

Thank you so much for such an insightful post, brother!

~ sam the faggot

Hi Sam,

I remember seeing more than one version of the “What is Cunting” video a while ago. I was wondering if you still have that or if you could point me in the direction of where I could find it.

Also, do you have any plans for more instructional videos like that one or the “What is a Faggot” video? I love them. So informative and helpful for us fags.

Thank you!!!

Thank you for writing in!

Very good memory! There was an original version of the “What Is Cunting” video! The only difference between it and the final version is the concluding bit of video showing the aftermath of a faggot being cunted that I found after the fact.

Here is that video, which I’ve incorporated into the right sidebar as well.

I’ve always had plans (and even scripts written) for videos like “What Is An Alpha?” and “What Is Hierarchy?”, but TIME is the constant enemy. It’s especially true these days as I attempt to build my own large company.

For fun, here is the “What Is A Faggot?” video as well:

Thanks again for writing!

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The following post is part of a column written by a 40-something experienced faggot who calls himself “Mr. Fag”. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Dear Sam,

This is Mr. Fag.  In the grand scheme of things of Alpha-fag dynamics, where raw dominance meets yielding surrender, one truth stands eternal: the limp cock is the fag’s crown.  Too many eager holes chase the illusion of hardness, thrusting their pathetic stubs forward like beggars at a feast.  Alphas recoil—and rightly so.  A fag’s cock, rigid and insistent, screams “equality,” shattering the sacred asymmetry of the room. Limpness? That is poetry. It is the visual hymn to your role: soft, dangling, and utterly irrelevant. Watch an Alpha’s eyes light up when your meat hangs slack, a silent vow that this hole is his altar, not a rival shaft.

Limpness isn’t mere optics—it’s physiological gospel for fag’s greedy guts. Pleasure should cascade from the hole upward, a prostate symphony that floods the fag’s system with bliss without demanding the crude machinery of an erection.

True ecstasy is found in the Sacred Circuit:

• The P-Spot Pulse: Anal stimulation hijacks the pudendal nerve, spiking dopamine and oxytocin.
• Blood Flow Prioritization: When the fag remains flaccid, their body directs blood flow to the internal erogenous zones rather than the superficial swell of the shaft.
• The Tension Trap: Forcing a boner chokes the pipeline. Tension builds in the corpora cavernosa, diverting neural energy away from your core and toward a distracting, masculine urgency.

Stay soft, and every thrust becomes a full-body wave. Fag’s glans will tingle passively, the balls will churn surplus seed, and the fag will remain an open vessel for hours rather than a ticking clock.

Alphas sense this instinctively. To them, a hard fag is a distraction—a mechanical competitor in a space that requires a vacuum. A limp one, however, is a pure invitation: “Ruin me, Sir.” It signals that the fag has successfully surrendered their own agency to prioritize his manhood.

We must cultivate this state. It is a discipline, not an accident.

1. Edging via the Rear: Practice solo with plugs, breathing through the urge to touch yourself.
2. Mirror Affirmations: Look at your softness. Recognize that the power is not in what stands up, but in what opens up.
3. Wellness through Yielding: Reduced erectile strain means healthier vessels and the elimination of the “refractory blues.”  The fag becomes an evergreen resource for Alpha’s pleasure.

Limpness isn’t weakness; it is the fag’s superpower. Embrace the hang, brothers. Let it swing free while the real work happens behind the scenes.

Respectfully,

Mr. Fag

I’m not sure what to make of this entry, brother. I tend to agree that Alphas hate seeing fags with hard dicks, but I believe fags should be caged rather than “flopping around”. That’s just my opinion, though.

~ sam the faggot

Hey Sam,

I saw the recent post an Alpha made about domestic service and I wanted to share my own experiences. I don’t know how much of this is fully applicable, but when I was in college I was doing homework for some Alphas– one of them even let me do his laundry sometimes.

I’ve since had to find some online Alphas to help with work. I’ve taken notes on lectures, written essays, made presentations, and just generally have made myself available to Alphas who need a break from work or maybe a free tutor to help with some assignments. I try to help them learn too, so they can still get something out of the assignment beyond the grade, but it feels really good to just make a man’s life easier.

Sure it can be kind of boring sometimes, especially when they just drop an assignment on me and move on, but it feels good to work on something, especially for my betters.

Thank you for writing!

I love how my audience immediately responded after that Master wrote in about the lack of domestic fag content here! I’ve been approached by multiple fags about their experiences since just last night!

Whenever fags tell me they can’t find any Alphas to serve, there’s a part of me that rolls my eyes and I think, “You’re either not trying, or you have the wrong attitude about your purpose.” Fags that complain about that simply mean they couldn’t find an Alpha to serve SEXUALLY, but there are other, possibly less glamorous ways to serve.

Domestic service is a primary one fags overlook. Look, cleaning floors and toilets might not be as thrilling as getting throat fucked or bred, but the sense of accomplishment can be similarly orgasmic! I really love the way you stated it, brother: “it feels really good to just make a man’s life easier.” EXACTLY!

True submission requires us to place our own comforts, hopes, desires, and even needs aside in favor of serving those of a superior Man. You epitomize that ethos, my brother! I’m proud of you!

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You need to spend more time talking and espousing the importance of domestic faggotry. I had two domestic faggots during my college years and they were helpful in keeping my apartment clean getting general shit done for me. As I have aged (30s now), I’m finding that the fags I encounter are less likely to be interested in domestic faggotry. I’m inspired by the story of Josh and his wife pursuing this avenue as it’s very useful in life. It would certainly save me money if I could stop paying my cleaning lady and get a fag to do it instead. Sam, you need to push this aspect of faggotry more in order to enhance our lives to the fullest extent possible.

Master, thank you for writing to me!

Domestic service is something I preach often here on the site. No, I don’t cover it more than sexual service, but that’s mainly because there is so much more sexual content to use for teaching than domestic service.

I LOVE serving as a domestic faggot. Of course, my times as a domestic faggot typically came as a live-in for straight Masters who were also using me sexually (and occasionally financially). There’s something so emotionally satisfying about taking care of an Alpha’s personal life and affairs. I took great pride in my work, whether it was changing bedsheets every day, creating satisfying meals, or even making sure my Master’s toilets were immaculate. Domestic service is the one function of a faggot that is completely selfless, because the faggot expends itself completely without any hope of physical pleasure or reward.

I know the faggots reading this site come here mostly for selfishly masturbatory reasons, and that’s a problem. But I do know that some of the domestic faggots I’ve covered here have received high praise and lots of curiosity. One such faggot is Chadwick, an older faggot who never stopped trying to be useful to Alphas. You can read about Chadwick’s inspirational story by CLICKING HERE!

In the short instructional video I made entitled “What is a faggot?” I discuss domestic faggots to some degree as well.

So I assure you, Master, I am covering it and want to cover it more. I appreciate the reminders and encouragement!

Thank you for writing, Master!

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Hierarchy 309 – Self-Actualization

How embracing hierarchy helps us do the impossible.

SITE: https://hierarchypodcast.com/hierarchy-309-self-actualization/

SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/show/2TqhwaNl7kdcyZXK7YL5FV?si=1Trk3AbJTH6UWx1UVRYMrw

AMAZON: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/b09c451b-5400-481c-b69e-85463cf2e84c/the-hierarchy-podcast

APPLE: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-hierarchy-podcast/id1778739988/

The following opinion was published today on the godforsaken right-wing wasteland known as X:

I get it. For brain-dead zombies raised inside the conformity Matrix, these kinds of opinions are common. Wouldn’t it be nice if all straight Men just remained blind in their cages?

So I quoted this above and replied with this defense:

Let me take this one.

Lots of straight Men and Alphas have sex with males (mostly sub males) because of the POWER and the EASY, UNINHIBITED NATURE OF BREEDING A MALE.

The governing principle at work here is a fundamental and instinctual structure within society known as HIERARCHY.

Everyone on Earth subconsciously obeys hierarchy and plays the role for which they were born.

Straight Alphas like Malik Delgaty are hierarchically above and beyond society’s “rules” for “proper” behavior for straight Men. Those rules might govern inferior males, but straight Alphas do not conform, they lead.

A straight Alpha can use sub males (known as fggots) or he can own them as personal slaves.

And before anyone objects, keep in mind that this hierarchical paradigm has been in effect since the beginning of human society, and has blatantly governed massive civilizations like Ancient Greece and Rome.

This is the way it has always been, and the way it will always be.

HierarchyIsTruth

Digest those words. Turn them in your mind. There is no question that what I speak and teach is the ultimate truth.

It’s undeniable.

Straight Alphas have no reason to take only a portion of the great bounty laid before them.

They deserve ALL the treasure,

They deserve ALL the service,

They deserve ALL the worship,

They deserve the ENTIRE WORLD.

Hierarchical truth will never be stopped, restrained, labeled, or twisted!

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!

It seems like we are missing out exploring the other categories. Especially Beta alpha and Beta sub. Is the pyramid still valid or has it become basically only 2 categories; Alpha and fag?

What makes a beta alpha lower than regular alphas?
What distinguishes a beta sub from a fag?

Thanks.

Thanks for the question!

I have written about betas on this site. I don’t generally write about them outside of this Questions channel because they’re pretty generic and boring. I mean, what would I need to discuss about males who are the human equivalent of a shrug?

By the way, it’s “beta-dom” not “beta-Alpha”. Beta-doms are generally straight or gay betas who are not Alpha enough to rise to be classed as “pre-Alpha”, but are not submissive.

Beta-sub males are mainly straight males who are pushed around by and submissive to women (and of course Men). We all know the type, hunched-over pussies who can’t stand up their wives.

They are not faggots because they are not slaves that serve Men.

Hope that clears it up some.

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

When I first created the “God Alpha” category in my hierarchy pyramid, I knew from what I’d learned about Alphas that it was a necessary evolution of my diagram. This was long before I met Master Jase. If I didn’t have that classification when I met Master Jase, I would’ve invented it for him.

THAT is how powerful Master Jase is. He bends everything – time, space, light – around his will. He upends everything one might believe a Man can be, the way the discoveries of mighty dinosaurs or black holes changed our perception of reality and our place in it. He is a “1 of 1”, a singularity of infinite and terrifying power.

Master Jase has been quite prolific on the site recently. For instance, the last time he shared his opinion about Alphas taking loads on their faces. But the stories he has been telling about mentoring Alphas while also cunting them have been numerous and detailed. In particular, Master Jase has been focused on training a young Alpha named Jake to take ownership of his older fag brother.

Things came, um, to a head the other day, and something quite extraordinary happened in the training of Jake:

Fag. You will no doubt be interested that I have since cunted Jake, and allowed him to cunt his own fag brother Tyler. As I told you before, it was a gradual process. I first cunted Tyler in front of Jake, to teach and show him just how much of a submissive faggot and slut his big, older, muscular brother was. Then was fucking, cunting, and breeding Jake himself, making him mine, one of my many alphas under my hand. Then, and the finale to this story, was allowing Jake to fuck and cunt his own older brother. That happened this weekend, and it was a glorious finish.

First was cunting the faggot in front of his brother. I told Jake to watch for his fag brother’s reaction, especially when I fucked through the faggot’s second cunt. How to hold and treat a faggot as it goes into the throes of being cunted. How to combine physical and emotional domination throughout the heavy cunting and fucking. Jake was completely enraptured watching me. He was not to touch himself, I wanted his focus to completely be on how I turned his older, beefy brother into an incoherent cock sleeve. His own faggot was not permitted to be there. I wanted only Jake, his faggot brother, and myself.

I could tell that Jake was begging for release as he watched me fuck his faggot brother through numreous hours and countless assgasms. Jake’s eyes could not leave what I was doing. His body language and hard cock told me just how enraptured he was. After I was done, I produced my mammoth cock over Jake, and he obediently worshipped and cleaned it, straight from cunting and breeding his faggot brother. Jake told me the sight of me manhandling his brother like a toy was breathtaking. That seeing how easily I tossed around a man twice my size like a doll, and seeing his brother’s puffed hole stretching around my massive cock and how effortlessly I overpowered his brother was awe-inspiring. And he again thanked me for being there to teach and tutor him.

The next session, we shared his favourite fag. We didn’t talk to it at all, only used its holes while we spoke about Jake’s life, his schooling, his family, his growing sense of alphahood. The faggot was there just for our pleasure. I allowed Jake to churn and cunt his fag’s pussy first, and he did with savage and intense precision. His fag was all but delirious, his face was blank and wasted pressed against my cock. Told Jake how proud he was, and he beamed with pride. I leant over and whispered into is ear, that next week, he would be in the same position his fag was, and Jake moaned and came instantly in his fag. He was already mine, and he knew it. When it came my turn to cunt his fag, the change was instant with just how much more intense and powerful I was, and I used every thrust and every word to remind Jake that he would be cunted and fucked the next time we meet.

Cunting an alpha is always different from cunting a faggot. I like to give some autonomy to the alphas I fuck, even if by the end they know and feel my control and immense domination overwhelming them. It was no different for Jake. I allowed him time to worship my body, to suck and make love to my cock while I drilled and scissored his fresh hole. I let him sink himself onto my mammoth cock slowly, and could feel and see when his second hole surrendered to my cock.

He was cunted. Jake spasmed on top of me, fell on my chest, shook and had his eyes dilated. That was my sign to take over. I fucked and cunted and bred him for hours, remolded his insides to my cock, turned his brains into mush. He woke up from the brutal fucking with a new light in his eyes, even plugged deep with my cock and loads still inside him. Thanked and begged me for more. And who was I to deny one of my alphas offering up his cunt for me? He was unable to take my full length of cock, but he has sworn that he will eventually be able to take me balls deep.

Finally, I allowed him to fuck his faggot brother just this past weekend. And he did so with such passion like I have never seen from him. I was there as witness, bouncing Jake’ favourite fag on my cock as I watched. Jake used everything I taught him, but with his brand of being more meticulous in taking control of his brother. He forced Tyler’s head into his bulge, locking his legs around the fag’s head, telling him to relax and breathe in his smell. Told his faggot brother that he had no permission to touch himself. The breaking point was when he asked his faggot brother, “You enjoying your little brother’s dick, fag?” I could see his brother completely surrender to his younger brother’s power and domination. And Jake was no sooner deep inside his own brother, punching in and out of his faggot brother’s ruined pussy.

Throughout the cunting, Jake always spoke down to his faggot brother. “You really wanted this, don’t you?” “What a good bitch you make.” I was enjoying the show, watching Jake cunt and fuck his bigger, older brother into his property. When he was done, and his faggot brother was exhausted, limp, and breathless, Jake came to me, knelt, and kissed my cock, still warm and cummy from cunting his own fag. Thanked me yet again, and then asked me to fuck him and own him. I gave him a passionate, virile fuck that had him screaming and panting and equally as cunted as his own brother, and he was so thankful for it. Saying that he felt even more able to own and fuck his faggots.

I will be fucking both of them more, be sure of that. I want to introduce Jake to my other alphas. Have him join nights and sessions where it just myself and my alphas, using and breeding them long and hard. But I have now allowed Jake to fuck and cunt his faggot brother as often as he wants. And no doubt that will be doing so on a very regular basis. And I already have plan to spitroast and use Tyler together with Jake. Not just to enjoy the time with a growing alpha, but also a reminder to both that no matter how often or well Jake cunts his older brother, they both still belong to me. Jake’s training will never be finished. And I will be there every step and cunting along the way.

I feel proud of Jake that he has come so far. That he has accepted his role as the superior to his own brother. That he can fuck and use faggots at his will. But also that he still understands his place in the hierarchy. That I am his master and sir, and that his own pussy and will belongs to me.

Owning him is a different pleasure and fulfillment than owning yet another faggot. That is my update for you, fag.

There is no Man, Alpha or otherwise, who can resist the power of Master Jase. He’s too strong, too smart, too dominant, and too insightful. He sees through opponents and subdues them.

That’s why I sought his opinion first when there was a question about Alphas breeding Alphas and giving them facials. Master Jase is a God Alpha’s God Alpha, so from his perch atop the hierarchy he is the best arbiter of correct Alpha behavior and the perfect person to explain why things happen between Alphas within the Alpha fraternity.

One very curious result of an Alpha being bred by another Alpha is this increased vitality and power after the breeding. There seems to be an energy shared between Alphas, like a quantum entanglement that results from the sharing of Alpha DNA.

It’s so obvious from this example, really. Master Jake gets bred by Master Jase, and is so inspired and energized that he mounts and breeds his faggot brother. But the faggot brother isn’t affected in the same way by being bred!

So what’s the difference between the two breedings? I think it involves an understanding that the breedings are different hierarchically, so each one is assimilating their experience in different ways.

When pressed on this, Master Jase went on a bit further with this idea.

It is disappointing to see how other alphas compete and degrade one another, and ending in bad blood between other alphas. While we are competitive as alphas, there is a special fraternity and brotherhood that alphas share. Things that only alphas understand between one another. And no alpha can deny hierarchy and power. No real alpha that is.

I love my ongoing conversation with Master Jase. He’s such a deep and vital reservoir of hierarchical understanding from the God Alpha perspective. He guides me as he guides everyone, with wisdom and purpose!

Thank you, Master Jase!

Hierarchy 308 – Manifestation

Can manifestation help hierarchically?

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I saw this touching commercial from J&B Scotch, and I thought I’d share it.

I beg of you, embrace your truth!

You don’t need to live a secret life of shame and regret!

We all are born with a purpose in hierarchy.

Purpose unfulfilled is life unfulfilling.

🙏🏻

Love,

sam the 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 God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I’ve long maintained that “owning” faggots online or the ones found on apps is EASY, and isn’t necessarily evidence of Alpha power. Any good-looking Man can do that.

But when a Man can spot faggots in his everyday life, walk up, and then claim them … that’s TRUE Alpha power at work. That’s the kind of confidence that almost certainly defines Alpha power!

Master Anthony is the very definition of that kind of Alpha.

Recently we learned about how Master Anthony seduced and submitted a teacher at his school. He saw his teacher, Daniel, through the insight of his hierarchical “third eye”, saw every nervous twitch and bead of sweat, and perceived the true nature of his teacher – he was a faggot in need of a Master. And now Master Anthony owns Daniel, an older male that society considers “superior” to Master Anthony.

Can you see how fucked-up society is when it comes to hierarchy? People try to conform to society’s lie rather than accept the pure truth of hierarchy that actually governs our lives.

Fortunately we have God Alphas like Master Anthony taking action to claim and train lost faggots!

Master Anthony sent me a latest story of conquest that really highlights why he’s one of the greatest God Alphas on the planet!

Hey faggot I have a quick story for you! A few days ago, I was at the pool doing some lap swimming. When I was out of the water, I noticed a guy, the twink type, who couldn’t stop gawking at me. 

Amused, I finally went over to him, said, “Hey,” and gestured for him to follow me. He obediently followed me all the way to the showers, where no one else was. I turned around, crossed my arms, looked scornfully at him, and said, “On your knees.” He knelt down. “Kiss my feet.” He bent down and kissed my feet.

He looked up at me with wide-eyed astonishment. I said to him, “From now on, you’re my slave. Understood?” He nodded frantically. “Good boy. Come on, you’re going to give me your number.”

I gave Fabien a few days off to visit some relatives. So today, I called the pool boy and told him to come over to my flat ASAP. He cleaned the place, did the dishes and the laundry, the ironing and cooked dinner while I played video games, studied, or talked on the phone with my friends. At the end of the day, before dismissing him, I fucked his throat. He left filled with my cum.

I don’t even know his name, but I don’t care. He’s just another fag at my disposal to fill in the gaps or spice things up whenever I feel like it. 

Oh, and by the way, things are going really well with Daniel. I put a silver necklace with my name on it around his neck too, to mark him as my dog. He has to wear it all the time, even during class, but I let him keep it under his clothes in public. I can tell he gets nervous when he’s teaching and I smile or wink at him. He’s so cute.

Now, a bunch of us from the class, that is, my homies and a few of our lackeys, know that he’s a little slut for the students who are real men. But I promised him we wouldn’t do anything to hurt his career, as long as he’s a good boy. I am a merciful God to my slaves; I want them to be the best they can be.

Damn, I’m such a great man. I love myself, I love my life. The world is mine to command.

Bye, fag!

Can you see the effortlessness in Master Anthony’s actions? His claiming of females and faggots is like a golden King strolling through his orchard, picking whatever ripe fruit he chooses and sinking his teeth into its juicy flesh!

This nameless faggot’s life was forever changed when Master Anthony spotted it and introduced it to its true purpose: as his faggot, his property!

And I guess that’s what I really want to emphasize here: God Alphas like Master Anthony take these faggots because they want service and worship, but what they’re really doing is the cultivating and harvesting of the fields of hierarchy! I’m sure Master Anthony hasn’t really thought about his actions in those terms, but what powerful Alphas like him are doing is giving faggots direction and purpose! It’s extremely important!

I also really loved that Master Anthony also collared Daniel the teacher with the same collar he gave to Fabien! You might recall what that looked like:

Could you imagine being the fortunate faggot blessed to wear such an ornament, bearing the name of an Alpha King like Master Anthony??

Meanwhile, I’ve been blessed to praise this young God Alpha, one of the true treasures of this site and a light to all faggots everywhere! He’s definitive proof that Men are NOT created equal!

Just as Nature intended!

Thank you, Master Anthony, for your wisdom, insight, and power!

yours always,

sam the faggot