The following letter is intended to be a message from a faggot to an Alpha the faggot wishes to serve. If you are an Alpha who has been sent a link to this, then please read this as if the faggot wrote it to you personally. Thank you, Sir.

Sir,

Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to explain myself to you. All I ask is that you please consider my sincere request, Sir.

If you don’t already know, I am a faggot. I was born a faggot, and my purpose as a faggot is to serve and please Men. I believe Men fall into a Hierarchy, and as a faggot I am at the bottom of of that Hierarchy. As an Alpha, you Sir are at the top.

Some of this probably feels natural. I’m sure you’ve noticed how people show you favor in your everyday life, how you easily get what you want from others whether it be money, jobs, or sex. That’s Hierarchy in action, Sir. As an Alpha, you were born to receive this kind of worship and service. It’s the Natural Order of Hierarchy.

As a faggot, I believe I was naturally born to be a submissive servant of Alphas like you. That service can involve whatever you need, Sir. I simply want to make you happy and make your life better.

I know this sounds crazy, Sir. but I am serious about this.

Now that you know this about me, I would appreciate a chance to further discuss this with you, Sir. I’m happy to answer your questions and work out ways I might serve you and your needs.

Thank you very much for your consideration, Sir!

Living legend Sally Field gives an impassioned speech about her gay son.

Hierarchy teaches us hard lessons about the nature of life … and ourselves. The hardest lesson is to honestly accept what we were born to be.

Whether we are straight or gay, Alpha or faggot … we have purpose.

It’s rare to see true Alphas in porn, particularly gay porn where everybody is expected to switch and play different roles.

But occasionally an Alpha arrives in the porn industry whose Alphahood cannot be denied. Relative newcomer Colt Spence (@coltspencexxx) is one such Alpha powerhouse.

Here is a sampling of some his work. It’s hard to deny what he is and what he does to teach other dominant Alphas about how to use faggots.

In my last podcast I discussed the startling true story of Master Andrés, a completely straight Alpha who has taken on a live-in faggot for sexual and domestic service much like Masters Matt, Jin, and Kyler and others have done. During the podcast, I used that story as a jumping-off point to discuss how important it is for faggots to take the initiative and risk to offer themselves to straight Alphas.

I received some interesting feedback from that story and podcast, but I received one comment in particular that didn’t necessarily have a great ending, but contained a valuable life lesson. Here’s what a faggot named Sergio said:

I really resonated with the end of this episode. I was a beta bitch to my Straight Alpha friend for many years, driving him around, buying his drinks at the bar, putting his needs first. I’ll never forget the day I got down on my knees and really offered him service. I came out of the fag closet and let him know I was his to use and abuse. He laughed. He told me to stop playing. I told him I was serious. He told me he wasn’t interested, he wasn’t gay, and he just wanted to be friends. I told him I knew he wasn’t gay. He declined my worship nonetheless. 

We went back to the way things had been, him taking the lead and me following his subtle orders, but things quickly changed. I was serving as his foot stool, kissing his feet and drinking his piss straight from the tap within a few months of the first time I got down on my knees and let him know I was a faggot who lived to serve him and men like him. He wasn’t a violent Alpha, but from time to time he kicked me in my balls and laughed while I was on the floor screaming in pain. Whether it was worshipping his feet, drinking his piss, smelling his farts, serving as his footstool or ball torture, I always thanked him profusely for allowing me to serve. He’d just laugh and call me a fag. 

It never became full sexual service, although I was almost always rock hard when serving him, but I was a happy fag driving my Alpha friend around, buying his drinks and serving as his comfort and his entertainment, and it all happened because I had the courage to offer him the service he deserved.

Bravo to Sergio for showing the courage to offer service to this Alpha, but even more props to him for continuing to service selflessly even after the Alpha rejected his greater, more intimate offer of service. The Alpha knocked him down, but Sergio recognized that the Alpha still deserved loyal service and worship! That’s the correct viewpoint!

This is what it takes: courage, humility, and resilience!

You know, I’ve taught a lot of things about Hierarchy over the last ten years, and I get a lot of shit for some of the things I insist are true. Occasionally someone will come up with an argument that forces me to reassess how I view things, but there are some ideas I will never abandon.

Here’s one of them: straight Alphas fuck, breed, own, and use faggots, and doing so doesn’t make them gay. It only makes them more powerful.  

The truth of that precept is lodged more firmly inside me than a rapidly-swelling dick. I will never admit otherwise because that would mean I’m lying. And I’m not a liar.

I know this is true because I know Hierarchy. Also, I’ve served as first faggot to multiple straight Alphas, and I’ve even been owned by a few of them. I know this because I have countless true stories from straight Alphas who have come to know and treasure the worship and service of faggots peppered throughout this website.

And guess what? I have another.

The story that Master J.A. dropped into my inbox the other day couldn’t have hit me harder if it had been a brick in a pillowcase swung at my head. Master J.A. is a Latin American Apex Alpha with a gay Apex Alpha younger brother. They’re around 40 years old now. Although extremely close, their lives took drastically different paths. Master J.A. took the more traditional route, getting married and having kids, while his brother took the Hierarchical path.

One of the two brothers eventually regretted their choice. Wanna guess which one?

Master J.A. poured his soul into this long letter, but I beg of all Alphas to please carefully read and meditate on the lessons enumerated here!

Hello Sam, I have been reading your website for a couple of weeks now. I will tell you a story because I guess you’re gonna enjoy to have one more real example of how Hierarchy works.

I am 40 years old. My whole family moved from Latin America to California 20 years ago. I was 20 and my little brother was 17. We have always been best friends and I took care of him since he was born. But it didn’t take me long to notice that he didn’t need any kind of protection. We were both Alphas. I didn’t know this expression but it was clear that both he and I had been born to rule the world. It was even easier to notice that when we left our country and came to America, where we could express our sexual desires with much more freedom. I started to fuck girls at age 15 and haven’t stopped since then. My brother did the same thing and seemed to enjoy it too. One day, however, in a party when he was 18/19 he drank too much and let a guy suck his cock. Since we have always been best friend and had no secrets, he told me what happened next morning, regretting the terrible hangover but saying that he “kinda like it”. 

I would never judge my little brother but I didn’t expect that at all. Both of us had always been the powerful “Machos” of the family. I told him that I would love him anyway, even if he was a “faggot”. 20 years ago, I used this word (maricon in Spanish) just to mock him, neither of us had an idea about this whole hierarchy thing. Well, he embraced this “faggot” side but he didn’t want to suck any dick, he just enjoyed the blowjob that the boys in our town gave to him. Today I understand that my brother wasn’t a faggot at all, he was just using those who were there to serve him.

He “officially” came out as a gay man when we both moved from our parents’ house and moved together to San Francisco, a good spot to come out. You can only imagine the things he would do in Castro. That was the beginning of the 2000s we were young, full of energy and, most importantly, full of cum. He didn’t want anything with girls anymore but he had big balls to unload. We were brothers, best friends, and housemates, so I took hundreds of girls to my room while he would bring hundreds of faggots to his room and some non-fag bottoms too. Sometimes I could hear him fucking in the other room while I was breeding a girl in my bed.

For sure, that was the best moment of my life and I felt like a fucking King sharing that apartment in SF with my brother. Everything changed when I had the crazy idea of getting married in 2008. My brother told me that I would never stand to fuck only one pussy forever but, unfortunately, I had in my mind this rooted idea that a real Man must have a beautiful wife, a beautiful house, and pursue the “American dream”. Well, I got married and there’s no need to say that, even though I loved my wife, it felt like jail. She was jealous as fuck and I couldn’t even like other women’s photos on social media.

I don’t even know how many times I needed to use my fleshlight in the bathroom to jerk off because she wouldn’t let me fuck her. And believe it or not, she was jealous of the fleshlight so I needed to keep it hidden. So while I was hidden fucking a plastic pussy in the shower my brother had the life I should be having. Since I had moved to live with my wife, he needed to find a new roommate to split the rent. He had the brilliant idea to put a faggot in the other room! So he not only fucked hundreds of nice tight boys but he also had a live-in faggot right next door to unload whenever he wanted to. He had full-time service and all the holes he could fill up. I had an annnoying wife that would let me have sex twice a week.

It took me a huge effort to keep that marriage but in 2011 the best thing happened in my life: she got pregnant and gave me my beloved son. Suddenly, all the problems I had been facing disappeared because I could only think about being the greatest father of all times. But I am still a big strong Alpha, I had my needs… I’m not proud at all of doing this, but I started cheating on my wife after 5 years. It took me half a decade to give up on that fake “traditional family” dream. My kid was a little baby and still my main priority in life, but I could not stand anymore. Besides, after my son was born my wife basically stopped to have sex at all. I was using the fleshlight every night. 

I found three nice girls and started fucking them. I was hot and young, it wasn’t that hard to find nice women to have sex with. I kept my three sexy lovers for a while but one day my wife suspected that something was wrong and told me something I will never forget: she said that if cheated on her I would be “stabbing” not only her back but also my son because I’d destroy our whole family and she wouldn’t allow me to see my kid anymore. Nothing is more important on Earth than my son and I just gave up on my three other women to be in that cage she called a marriage.

My son grew up and from 2011 to 2019 I basically lived as a caged lion. I focused all energy on work and family. I made a lot of money, bought a bigger house and provided my son and wife with everything they needed. Meanwhile, I talked to my brother everyday, he is and will always be my best friend. He had spent all those years in the very same apartment, fucking hundreds – maybe thousands – of faggots. In 2019, we were both in our 30s and one day I asked him when he would settle down and find a husband to build a family. He simply said that I was his family and his boys were his family too (he didn’t use the word faggot back then). He had sex multiple times a day if he wanted to with sexy smooth boys and I was fucking my wife once a week. Who was the Alpha now? 

That conversation made me realize that I couldn’t spend the rest of my life in an unhappy sexless marriage just because I loved my son so much. I could be a great father, even a better father, if I were happy and fulfilled. Then my wife put the last nail in the coffin in 2019, when we were preparing everything for thanksgiving. She had always been conservative, her family never liked the idea of their white blonde all-American girl marrying a Latino brown man. Even though I have been living here for 20 years and I am literally a self-made man, they still make fun of my accent every time we are together and highlight how “non-American” I am.

The only reason they accepted me around is because I became fucking rich and I could afford all the foolish desires she used to have. They’re all Trump supporters too. When I look behind, I can’t believe I lost ELEVEN YEARS of my life with these stupid people. Anyway, the “last nail in the coffin” that I mentioned was related to my brother. My kid was 8 years old in 2019 and her mom, who has never liked my brother, said that we should try to avoid him at home because he would be “a bad influence”. I don’t want my kid to know that his uncle owns faggots either but nobody knows that, only him and I. She was referring to the fact that he was openly gay and he didn’t want queer people at home.

That was enough for me. I broke up and told he we would get a divorce. As you can imagine, the bitch and her lawyers took hundreds of thousands of dollars from me. But everything was worth it to get rid off those stupid anti-gay anti-Latino “Trumpiards”. I moved with my brother again but I bought a nice big house for me, for him, and his faggots. He has a nice job too but we decided to live together as a real family. He started reading your website during the pandemic and he’s a huge fan. He sent me the link to understand better what it was all about. It was not the first time he would try to get me into gay stuff and I would always tell him that I’m just a straight ally, my dick would never touch another male.

Everything changed when he told me just to be open-minded and think about this possibility. He knew that, since he was gay, I would never understand what faggot ownership is learning just from him. It would always be just “gay stuff”. However, he did something very smart and sent me the content of straight men using faggots. I read the entire thread of Matt, Nick, Jin and their faggots. At first, I admit (with all due respect to your content) that I thought it was just very well-written fiction but I got horny anyway. Then my brother sent me the videos of this guys Jordan, from Brandt’s Boys. That was all I needed to change my life.

I started watching Jordan and other straight men online. Although Jordan nowadays kisses his faggot, jerks off for other men and sucks cock, something that I’ll never do, I learned from him. 

One day my brother and I were drinking together and he called a faggot (there are 3 living in our house). He had never done it in front of me but he simply grabbed the boy told him to kneel and took a piss in his mouth!! What the fuck?? I was so shocked that I almost interrupted him and told him that it was too much and he could harm the boy. But the faggot had done it hundreds of times and love it. When he was done, the fag thanked him and asked what else he needed. My brother was already drunk so he said that, since the fag had his cock in the mouth, he could suck him and get a nice load. The boy had his throat totally fucked by my “little” brother and, again, loved it. After he came, my brother told the faggot to go back to his bedroom and relaxed again in the couch next to me. He noticed I was shocked to witness that and he just said that, while I had wasted eleven years of my life, he had been getting that kind of service since he was 18. 

During the pandemic, I opened my mind and deconstructed my prejudices about owning faggots. He convinced me to give it a try but I was still reluctant. So I told him that I would do it but I wanted the fag to think that it was him. We blindfolded one of the 3 faggots and he sucked my cock thinking that I was my brother. Our cocks are big and thick but the faggot noticed something was different and said that his Master’s cock was tasting different. I didn’t say anything, just held his head and fucked his throat. It was mind-blowing. No need to say that it was much better than anything that my wife had done in 11 years. I had a better orgasm in one night with that blindfolded faggot than in 11 years with her.

When I got out from his bedroom, my brother asked if I liked it. And he could see in my smile that I had loved it. Then he said “get ready, this one is the worst cocksucker among them”. In 2022, one of our boys needed to move for school and we allowed him to go. We have 2 live-in faggots now and we both use them. We haven’t did it together, though. It’s still too much of a taboo for us. What matters is that now I understand what is to have the life of a King. It took me years and years to have it, while my brother has already a 20 years history of owning faggots. But that’s okay, I don’t mind. I’m still 40, I’m in shape, I can fuck them for more 20 or 25 years if I keep healthy.

I’m still straight and I still fuck a lot of women but now that I’m getting older it is harder to find random sexy girls. So I now have to girls in her 30s who I fuck regularly but it’s even unfair to compare their blowjobs and pussy with our boys’ service. I don’t intend to get married again but I’m still the greatest dad to my kid. He’s almost a teenager now and I love him more than everything on Earth. I really hope he’s gonna be a big strong Alpha like dad and uncle but if he’s a faggot I’ll support and love him anyway.

I apologize for such a long letter but, as a faggot, you must just read it and obey me. The reason why I’m sharing my story with you is because I want your readers to know that hierarchy is indeed truth. I don’t want to repeat that straight men can use faggots, because I know you’ve said that a hundred times. Most importantly, I want to tell your young readers that WE ONLY LIVE ONCE. We must study, work hard, focus on our goals, but it’s a violence against ourselves to get stuck on an unhappy marriage just because society thinks it’s right. I want to say that I love my gay brother, he’s a wonderful Man and a God Alpha. We’re both Latino brown Men and we are proud of it too. My ex-wife will never read this letter but I will tell her “fuck you” anyway and fuck all the Trump supporters that are out there hating gay people, black people and Latino people.

I’m a fucking King from Latin America, my brother is gay and there’s nothing they can do to hold us back.

Thank you Sam for such an important website, I can only imagine how many Men like me have embraced their Alphahood because of your work. I don’t know if you serve older Alpha like me but I would love to say thank you with a thick load down your throat one day. Now that I’m 40, I’ll have to fuck and cunt as many fag holes I can fuck to keep up with my brother’s impressive count.

We’re both VERY proud of you, faggot Sam.

Regards,
Apex Alpha J.A.

If you still don’t think Hierarchy is a real concept that governs all of our lives and can provide deep fulfillment when applied, please re-read the above testimonial. Master J.A. DEFINES its truth!

So many straight Alphas surrender their power and glory to the machinations of a society that wants to mute them. The truly powerful Men among us endanger the artificial societal constructions created by weak beta males seeking power that does not belong to them.

A beta male cannot tell an Alpha how he should live or by what standards he should live. Nature gives Alphas that right at birth. They owe nothing to anyone except the universe that blessed them.

I’ll never understand why any Alpha would voluntarily choose the cage instead of ruling the world. EVER.

But Master J.A.’s example is more than simply an advocacy of Alpha purpose. It’s also a revelation on Alpha sexuality. Alpha sexuality is not defined by who they fuck. Master J.A. could fuck 1,000 faggots and still be straight. That’s because he gets off on the POWER that fucking and breeding his faggots gives him.

Again, why would a straight Apex Alpha settle for a wife when he can live like a literal King, served by a court of faggots and fuck any female he chooses? WHY?

This was finally the lesson Master J.A. learned from his younger Apex Alpha brother.

Now they can finally rule the world together, side by side, brothers of blood as well as purpose.

I thank Master J.A. endlessly for his astounding life story! In the echelon of Hierarchical testimony found on this site, this stands apart!

For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young God Alpha named “Jake”, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank Master Jake for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!

Ever since high school, I have been fascinated by the power i have over fags.  I didn’t seek this out, but once I recognized that I had this effect on fags, I have to admit that I get fucking hard dominating fags.

This is especially so when I come across a guy who has not yet realized what he is, and who I have to bring into the realization of what he is and what his purpose in life is.

They are so innocent.  They delude themselves into thinking that they are just like real men.  But i can spot a fag a mile away – the longing glances at my crotch, the hungry look in his eyes, the nervousness when I approach, or even look in his direction.

I remember once in high school, this student teacher, Mr. Huff, was taking over our English class.  He was still finishing college, getting his Education degree.  He was teaching the class about King Lear but his eyes were on me all of the time.  After about a week, I encountered Mr. Huff in the cafeteria one day.  He was sort of standing along the wall, monitoring (I guess it’s called).  But his eyes were riveted on me.  I finished my lunch and left my tray of dirty dishes on the table – an absolute no-no, we were supposed to bring our trays to the conveyer belt that led to the dishwashers.  As I approached the door, Mr. Huff approached me, but before he could say anything, I said, “Take care of my dirty dishes.  But before you do that, finish what I left on my plate.”  He looked at me, and said nothing but went over to the table where I had been sitting, sat down, and picked up the fork I had been using and ate the rest of the food I had left on my plate.  I stood watching from the edge of the room and just about creamed my jeans. 

For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young God Alpha named “Jake”, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank Master Jake for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!

My current fag is Josiah H.E. Sinclair, III. (That’s not his real name, but his real name has a Roman Numeral behind it and is just as waspy.  I’m just trying to protect the guilty here.)  In any event, I’ve been living in Josiah’s apartment for about 8 months now.  Josiah had been cruising me for weeks at a local coffee shop and when we finally struck up a conversation, I told him that i was looking for an apartment.  He said one was available in his building and that he would get the superintendent to show it to me.  But when I went to see the apartment  I told Josiah that I liked his better, and that I’d be just as happy moving into his place, which was, as it turned out, the most spacious apartment in the building. 

Well, following my usual practice it didn’t take more than a few days before I was sleeping in Josiah’s bedroom, and Josiah was sleeping in the guest room.  Within weeks I had imposed a number of other restrictions on Josiah’s use of the apartment and its furniture and equipment.  Josiah was disarmed and disoriented in his own apartment; although in a practical sense, it has become my apartment.  It is Josiah’s only in the sense that he pays the rent and he takes care of cleaning it and stocking the refrigerator. 

But Josiah is happier than a pig in shit nonetheless because Josiah loves sucking my cock and he swoons over the taste of my cum.  Josiah will do anything for my cum, including sucking it out of the cunts of the various girl friends i bring home.

One of his favorites is the lovely and extremely sexy Taylor, a blond fashion model.  A few weeks ago while he was lapping up a load of my jizz from Taylor’s voluptuous pussy, Josiah overheard Taylor telling me that her best girlfriend was getting married in Paris and how she really would like to go to the wedding.  After I put Taylor in a cab that night, Josiah pleaded with me to let him pay for a trip to Paris so that I could take Taylor to her friend’s wedding.  Reluctantly (!) I agreed. So Josiah has arranged for First Class air tickets, a suite at the Ritz in Paris, a car and driver for the three days we will be there.  And, yet another custom tuxedo for me (my third now since high school prom).

For the sake of preservation, this thread endeavors to recreate the legendary Tumblr blog str8guys4fags2serve. Written by a young Apex Alpha, its bluntly honest revelations form the bedrock of Hierarchical truth found on this website and all others. I thank the anonymous Alpha writer for sharing his wisdom. This thread is a tribute to you, Sir. CLICK HERE for all of these posts in chronological order!

I played baseball in high school (shortstop -batted third, and pretty good – started all four years).  Baseball is a great game, requiring skill, intelligence and real athleticism.  But it is not a sexy, spectator-attracting sport like football or basketball.  We generally played with only a sprinkling of fans, moms, dads (although not my mom or dad – they were totally uninterested), girl friends, in the stands.  No cheerleaders, no rah rah, no pom poms. 

But my Sophomore year I noticed this guy was always in the stands – sort of off to a side, not with anyone.  Late 20s, maybe early 30s, kinda nerdy.  Too young to be a dad, too old to be an older brother.  And he seemed to be focusing on me a lot.  He was at every home game and pretty soon he started to show up at away games.  I started to wink at him at the end of each inning when I came back into the dugout or when I went into the “on deck” circle before batting.  I hit a home run with two men on base in the bottom of the 9th inning to win the game once, and as I rounded third I doffed my batter’s helmet in his direction.  After that game, he was waiting for me as I left the locker room after showering and changing into cargo shorts, a wife-beater and flip flops, my usual street wear that year.  

“I know you hit that home run for me, Jake” he said. 

“No,” I responded, although surprised that=at he actually knew my name.  “We needed to win the game.”

“Still, an effort like that takes a lot out of a boy.  Let me buy you a steak dinner.  You deserve it.”

What the fuck, I thought to myself.  Either home for dinner for tuna casserole with my mom and dad who could give a shit about my home run.  Or steak dinner with this guy who is a fan.

“Sure,” I said.

“I think you look great in those shorts and shirt Jake, but I don’t think they’ll let you into Mortons wearing that outfit.  Do you have anything else to wear?”

“Nope, all the stuff in my locker is dirty and smelly.” 

He kinda sighed at that prospect, but said, “Well, we’ll just have to get you something to wear.” 

And fuck if we didn’t stop at the mall and he bought me a pair of $300 designer jeans that looked like they had been painted on me,  and a $100 designer tee shirt.  And some expensive cowboy-style boots.  (He really, really liked those boots.)

And when we stepped into Mortons that evening, I noticed that the place went silent.  And I know instinctively that the silence wasn’t for the dude, Walter. 

Walter was literally panting for breath as he tried to order.  So I took over and ordered for him.  I know he was grateful.  Over dinner Walter gushed about what a great athlete I was, how much he admired my skill as a ball player, how he thought i was the best looking guy on the team.  He subtly (well, he tried for subtle, but he was not) speculated that I had the biggest cock in the locker room.  My ears perked up at that.  “How’d you know?” I teased.  (Actually, I did.  Bigger than any of the players, any of the coaches.  longer, fatter. and I was only 15.)  Walter just about keeled over with excitement.   “Would you like to come back to my place?” he asked.

“Well, I don’t know.  I got some homework to do.” 

Well, after a little back and forth I agreed to go back to his place for a while.  (The nice part about having parents who don’t give a shit about you is that you can change plans easily and not even show up and they don’t even miss you.)  We went back to Walter’s luxury condo, and don’t you know that fucking Walter had shrine to me in his second bedroom.  Newspaper clippings about my playing, photos that someone (Walter probably) had snapped surreptitiously, a team hat and a ball that Walter claims was my first homer of the season. 

We sat around, chatting for a while and then I asked Walter to take me home.   He suggested that since it was late (all of 9:30) I should stay the night, but I insisted on going home.  On the way home though, in Walter’s 7 series Beamer I did say that I had a good time.  I specifically did NOT thank Walter however.  But what was left hanging out there was the suggestion (unspoken) that we should do it again.

That was all Walter needed.  We did it again, and again and over the course of some weeks, Walter became my first fag.  It proved to be an education for me – and for Walter.