This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Tim, who has recently been sold to serve a Master named Rex. CLICK HERE to read this entire thread in chronological order!

You may remember a recent “Question From Readers” post from a faggot named Tim (CLICK HERE). It concerned Tim’s frustration over his new owner Master Rex, a God Alpha who rules firmly and by a strict set of guidelines. You see, it had already been 1.5 months of only domestic service and no physical/sexual contact, and Tim, accustomed to regular breedings from his previous Master, was starving for affection. It didn’t help matters that the other faggot in service to Master Rex, Devin, was getting cunted constantly right in front of Tim.

Needless to say, I jumped right in to find out more about this incredible situation. After an initial discussion, Tim shared this with me:

Thank you for reaching out to me again. It’s good to have someone to share this all with. I don’t have unlimited computer or phone privileges yet….obviously, I’m not yet completely integrated into the house, so I think I have to be careful what I say to Devin or what I ask him about ALPHA. I know they sleep in the same room and have sex almost every night. Devin’s been really nice to me but I know if ALPHA asks him something like “what is Faggot Tim asking you” Devin would have to tell him. Devin did tell me that it would be good for ALPHA to have another sexual object (me) in the house to serve ALPHA, so I know Devin wants me to do well in that. I also know I will be subordinate to Devin and that’s ok with me as he has been very nice and trying to help me. Devin went over some rules for me and one of them is to keep my hole ready all the time, which I do anyway as this was mandatory from my previous ALPHA.

I don’t know how wealthy ALPHA is…from what I am told, he has a good job in an office someplace. He is part of a family business with ALPHA’s brother and sister- I think it’s like property management or something like that but I don’t know for sure.

ALPHA worked from home during COVID  but leaves every morning now, after eating what I prepare and then often Devin will suck him off before he leaves for work. Devin told me that ALPHA inherited the house from his mother who died 3 years ago. It’s her dingy sewing room that I sleep in every night. It’s a big house but needs some work. I know I will have to do most of that since I am handy that way. I’m already starting to peel off old wallpaper from my room.

ALPHA talks about his seed a lot, about how it is sacred and how maybe I’ll be worthy but as I mentioned, he doesn’t give me a timeframe of when that would be.

ALPHA is a very tall man I’d say he’s about 6 feet 3 inches or so, he is in good shape with light brown hair and a little belly which I love. He is very strong. He used the riding crop on me once and it hurt in a good way but hurt like hell. He occasionally uses it on Devin but Devin also loves that. I know he’s almost 40 but I don’t know exactly how old he is. He is fairly hairy which is a big thrill for me. ALPHA almost never wears a shirt in the house and often goes naked. When they watch TV at night on the couch, ALPHA will sit naked and Devin will lay on the couch with his head in ALPHA’s lap and suck ALPHA when ordered to, or just lay at his feet.

I have to sit on the floor and watch. That hurts –  I wish someday I can be in that position! I see Devin sucking ALPHA’s cock and it looks very thick to me. And I know he’s got a lot of cum since I hear them often fucking for long time.

I don’t know if he would let me share his name with anyone (so can we call him ALPHA REX??) cuz I think of him as my KING, my absolute RULER. I so desperately want to be serving this ALPHA sexually, it’s been several weeks since my last ALPHA (Frank) fucked me and I can’t think of anything else than getting ALPHA REX’S thick cock and seed in my hole and being cunted into next year by him.

But I will heed your advice since you are an expert on these things and I will wait and honor ALPHA and worship ALPHA so hopefully one day it will happen. I’ll try to keep you informed. Thanks again, Faggot Tim.

First of all, an Alpha as powerful as Master Rex isn’t going to own a live-in faggot for long before finally fucking it. I know Tim is climbing the walls, but Master Rex is testing the faggot’s resolve. It’s very common, and also very wise. A faggot’s first priority should be service in whatever form that might take. So push the faggot beyond the needs of its flesh, and get the mind/heart engaged first.

Honestly, it seems like Master Rex’s plan is working perfectly on Tim. The new faggot is starving for his Master’s cock. I cannot wait until Master Rex feels it’s time to cunt his property!

It’s coming soon!

Hi Sam I’m pretty sure you get questions like this all time but I always see straight alphas in the gym that I would love to worship but It is so hard to get to them they are concentrated on their workouts it’s hard to socialize. I know this pair of twins both 20 alpha AF I tried talking to one on IG but he tends to leave me on read , they both say hi when I see them but nothing more . Any advice?

I do get this question all the time, of course, but every question has a unique wrinkle. Yours has a tricky element – the Alphas are twins. They influence each other in ways that are unpredictable in an approach by a faggot.

Since these are gym contacts, you can attempt three possible approaches. Here they are:

1. Offer to provide services like putting away weights, cleaning machines, getting water or towels. Maybe offer to buy them supplements or food. Be useful to both of them, and see if that eventually engages them.
2. Complement them on their physiques and ask them for advice. Alphas like to be helpful when it comes to showing off their physical power.
3. Ask them if they consider themselves to be Alpha. When they answer “yes”, lead them into a discussion of Hierarchy. Reason with them about the obvious aspects of Hierarchy, and emphasize that they deserve to be worshiped and served as leaders of Hierarchy.

Any of those can work if you approach it confidently. Good luck!

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Last night white people inexplicably re-elected Donald Trump as the 47th President of the United States.

I’m not going to say much about it because I’ve made my opinion about Trump very clear over the years. He’s clearly unfit for a return to the office after his disastrous first term. His lifetime of crimes, lies, and fraud – not to mention the attempted overthrow of the government – should’ve disqualified him completely.

But whatever. We will deal with living through American Christofascism for a while and see what happens.

That said, this site deals with Hierarchy, and in particular, Alphahood. I must say that the so-called Alphas in America let the country down by falling for Trump’s spoiled baby, cartoon version of Alphahood. Trump’s bad behavior gave these so-called Alphas an excuse to revel in their Destroyer Alpha tendencies. Rather than stand up for the greater good and recognize Trump for what he truly is, they instead threw their power in support of him.

But don’t take it from me. Instead, take it from one of the great Alphas on Tumblr, a God Alpha named Rhys who is a young attorney in southern California. He’s been coaching Alphas and faggots in that space for years, and he’s a Protector Alpha of the highest order.

Here’s what he wrote on his wonderful Tumblr blog:

Joy Reid on MSNBC calling out all these crazy conservative men as beta males pretending to be Alpha men reminds me of some of you on here. Check yourselves, guys, because what you believe to be “Alpha ‘tude” is actually beta AF.

Alphas are to lead and protect, not conform and put those around them in serious jeopardy. An Alpha Male does what’s right, not just what’s convenient. Alpha Males are not selfish men.

The modern conservative party are not Alphas.

You can not be an Alpha Male and back fascism.

You can not be an Alpha Male and oppress those around you—women, minorities, immigrants. It’s all of us who make America the superpower it is.

You can not be an Alpha Male and vote Red.

By buying into the lying fear mongering of the American Right, you are buying into your own demise. You think they give a shit about you?

You think their rhetoric doesn’t affect you?

They will come for all of us eventually, if given the chance. That’s a promise I can make to you— if Donald Trump wins, America as we know it is done for. I know the system really well; that’s a real guarantee. Vote Red for America’s demise.

Voting is a right, and there’s a reason they want to limit that right. The people love this country, and when we all vote, the conservatives lose big.

Voting isn’t a right to be fucked with. Take this from a lawyer who gives a shit about all of you. I live my life nonpartisan, but by what’s correct.

As a lawyer, I’m being so legitimate with you about this. This is a real threat to democracy.

This isn’t a personal attack. It’s the truth at hand. I just wanna tell you guys the truth.

I want you all to read this and take it to heart.

Do you wanna use your rights? Or lose them?

Trump says vote for him now, never vote again.

Is that really what you want? This isn’t a joke.

This isn’t fake news, this is what’s at stake here.

Is it worth the internet brownie points to lose it all? Is it worth that sexy cumshot to lose your freedom? Is the big “Redpill” actually worth it?

This is still America, and you have that freedom.

You have every right to make these choices.

You have every right to take these actions.

Remember, your actions have consequences.

Playing around with this shit isn’t cool, guys. It’s not a game, a fetish, or a fantasy. It’s real life.

Do you really think you’re an Alpha Male for supporting the abuse of your fellow Americans? Are you rights just a fetish to use and abuse?

Again, this isn’t a Tumblr kink. It’s American Democracy. This is what our troops fight for.

You know, the troops Donald Trump hates.

For most of you, this should be enough food for though. Some of you, though, need it simplified.

So, if you have to, consider this vote to be the ultimate test of your masculinity. Let’s be real:

Be a beta, and vote for Trump. Alphas defend democracy. Alphas vote for this country. Alphas vote blue, no matter what the misguided say.

Alphas don’t give a shit about ignorant opinions.

Alphas don’t give a shit about outright bigotry.

Alphas don’t give a shit about fetishized abuse.

Alphas give a shit about equality and ethics.

Alphas preserve and protect our Democracy.

Alpha Men vote for Harris-Walz. That’s it, guys.

Be an actual Alpha Male and do what’s correct.

I’m an Alpha Male, and I don’t care who this offends. I’m a Patriot, and I’m voting Blue.

If you’re the Alpha you claim to be, you’ll do the same. If you’re not, let’s take this to the polls.

We’ll see who’s really a Patriot on November 5th.

Beautiful and passionate words from a true Alpha who has spent his young life deeply contemplating the value and importance of the Alphahood gifted to him at birth. He recognizes the weighty responsibilities entrusted to Alphas, the way they shape and support society.

He also understands that being part of the Alpha fraternity doesn’t mean the world should be run like a frat house. There might be hazing in a fraternity and some horseplay, but ultimately fraternity Alphas put their heads together and get stuff done for the good of their school, for the good of their classmates.

I’m sure Master Rhys is just as saddened today as I am by the way his Alpha brothers betrayed not just their country, but also their natural commission as Alphas.

And before I get a bunch of hate for this, please consider this example: if a drunk in a bar acted the way Trump has acted virtually every day of his life – assaulting women, calling people names, walking out on checks, or trying to burn the bar down – true Alphas would stand up to him and smack him down for it.

ALL MEN KNOW THAT’S WHAT ALPHAS DO IN THAT SITUATION.

But the so-called Alphas in America didn’t do that with America’s most troublesome drunk, Donald Trump. He’s drunk on power, and now he’s going to burn down our collective bar.

LAST CALL!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

The other day I was sifting through the seemingly endless images on this site when I came across the above header image for King Phillip. I thought, “Hmmm, it’s been a little while since I heard from him.” Then, of course, a million other issues distracted me and prevented me from reaching out to him.

But then, by some miracle, the next day a faggot named Lucas reached out to me about King Phillip. It seems that Lucas was once owned and used by King Phillip, and instantly recognized its former Master in my first post about him.

I guess, like scent training, there’s also text training.

Once Lucas confirmed that it was, indeed, it’s former owner, it went on to tell me about being his personal faggot.

It was mind blowing. He oozes power. I get hard every time I think about serving him.

Where do I even start! Your post about him was so accurate. His cock is incredible. I was the faggot that was loaned to King Phillip from Master Tom. After serving King Phillip, I knew that this was a true Alpha. Having him as a reference point made me choose King Phillip over Tom.

We met because my Dom was looking for someone to train me while I was in college. I feel so lucky to have had the chance to finally serve King Phillip. Just typing His name makes me entire body shake.

He spoke with Master Tom. I loved the idea of King Phillip learning all my kinks and triggers from a Dominant who knew me well. I was owned by Master Tom for quite some time. They got connected and hit it off. Right away I knew King Phillip was a true Alpha. He quickly saw through my needs, wants, desires and fantasies. And he made me crave his attention.

He didn’t even ask for my availabilities. I was sitting at my table eating dinner when I got the text. He sent me instructions. I’m trying to find the text, I look back on it when I crave true power. He texted me: “You are my faggot slave. And I’m going to own you tonight.” There was no discussion. It was truth. It was hierarchy. My body instantly shook with this truth. It felt so good to be seen. “You will leave your cock cage out for me to use, and you will strip down naked. You will wait for me, in your room with your house key in the mailbox. You will be hooded and wearing your noise cancelling headphones. And you will stay waiting until I arrive.” He didn’t ask if I agreed, he just knew I would listen.

I didn’t hear him come in of course. I was just in position in my room, headphones on, and hooded. It must have been minutes when I decided to get out of position and check my phone. And at that very second I felt a hand grab my fag clit and another rip off my headphones and then I heard him sneer in my ear “did I say to move, faggot?”

He had been there, watching me and inspecting me without me knowing.

My body was overcome with obedience. I knew that I was in the presence of a true Alpha.

It wasn’t roleplay to him. This was a way of life.

I remember the next thing he did was to touch my precum and reinforce the pathetic nature of my clit. He circled his thumb on the tip of my cock, gathering the precum that had started to drip, and stuffed it in my mouth. He asked me what his power tasted like.

Sam the night went on for another 2 hours. I was in total ecstasy. The problem with it is that every moment was evidence of his Alphahood. I could write an essay on every minute. The way he said: “Lay on your stomach and kiss my feet and stay there until I snap my fingers.” The way he told me the purpose of my holes. The way he touched my body. Everything was pure ecstasy.

I have never felt more in awe of a human being. He truly has a way into your mind. His voice is pure sex. He has the most amazing cock. Sam this Man is truly an apex Alpha.

I don’t know if I’ve ever heard a faggot speak so rhapsodically about an Alpha before! The faggot’s words were nearly hysterical with excitement!

I loved it.

There are a few other things that he instilled in me as a slave. The first was his clear need to be orally serviced. Unlike other dominants who asked me to suck their cocks, he just pointed to his thick hung penis and said “hole here.” It made me leap into action.

He made sure I knew how he liked his cock sucked. He would lean back and just look at me, waiting for me to adjust my strategy to pleasure him. I knew I wasn’t serving correctly when my hair would be pulled up. I knew I was serving correctly when my mouth would be held deep on his cock.

I believe that it is possible to cunt a faggot in the throat. He fucked me throat so deeply that to this day, I still feel the remnants of his cock deep in my throat, engrained as a memory. Is it weird to say that even when I speak now, I think of his cock in my throat. It has left an imprint.

I absolutely agree with Lucas about throat cunting. Like Lucas, I can still feel certain cocks I’ve sucked in my throat.

Needless to say, I was so thrilled by what I learned about King Phillip from his former faggot that I simply had to reach out and see if he’d be willing to talk to me on the phone (I just had to hear him speak!).

Much to my surprise, he was willing to call me!

So he called. First thing he said to me: “Put my number in your phone as ‘King Phillip’, faggot.” PURE HEAVEN.

We talked for about an hour, and everything Lucas described above is completely accurate. King Phillip speaks in precise, direct ways with faggots, a manner that works like fag hypnosis. He is supremely confident and dangerously intelligent. If I were a less-disciplined faggot, I might’ve been tempted to unlock my cage and try to masturbate – THAT’S his effect on the faggot mind.

King Phillip is an astounding find. He perfectly encapsulates everything that is unique and godly about Apex Alphas. The deep impression he left in his former faggot is proof enough of that.

I thank King Phillip and his former faggot Lucas for sharing their experiences. They are living evidence of the phrase HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the young Apex Alphahood of King Phillip, a college Alpha who owns faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

It was an auspicious introduction.

Hey fag, you there? Alpha here with a point to make.

A lot of the time when you say ‘hierarchy’ you really mean ‘imperium’. Not all the time, but sometimes. And I think the distinction is a good one to make. Hierarchy is about superiority. One better than the other. Imperium is about control, about domination.

Imperium comes from ancient Rome, it describes the field over which one exercises authority. It is the expansionist philosophy of the rulers of the world.

WOW! What an opening statement! I’ve said it a billion times – intelligent, thoughtful Alphas win over body AND mind! I had to know more.

What I discovered is a burgeoning gay Apex Alpha named Phillip. He has been called “King” by his owned faggots in the past, hence his name here.

Then he began telling me about his overall life thus far in owning and using faggots:

Dominating other guys has been a recurring theme in my life for a long time; since high school.

About seven years ago, though, it hit a fever pitch and I started to discover a whole new side of myself. I’ve been playing the Alpha/fag game off and on since but I haven’t ever fully owned a faggot. I’ve gotten close several times but my life is busy and owning one of you takes time. I haven’t been able to explore more until now. So I mostly stuck to subs, not slaves or faggots, for this reason.

Another reason is that I have been almost exclusively interested in sexual service so far. Domestic service isn’t something I’ve ever received and only recently realized I can get if I want it. Also FinDom isn’t something I’ve done but several subs I’ve had have told me I would make a great Cash Master. So that’s where I’m at right now: about to set out on a fag hunt after a long hibernation.

Although in that opening King Phillip makes it sound like he isn’t really a Master of faggots, he immediately contradicted that with much of what he’s done already:

I bloomed a little late, I think I was 21, but I honed my skills quickly.

I’ve been mulling over a proposition, lately. Another Alpha offered to let me train one of his fags, and I’m considering it. I’ve talked to him for a few years, and he and I have used the same faggot before – never together. The only reason I would turn down the offer is I sense he’s less than trustworthy.

But his faggot is cute. And very broken in that erotic way faggots are. The Alpha, his name is Tom, called me a few times and had me speak to this faggot, who was bound and servicing him for the night. I’m good at working my way into a faggot’s mind, the control that creates is what gets me off.

He says he calls me up like that because he wants the faggot worked up, but I always got the sense he couldn’t do what I did himself. The last faggot this guy and I shared chose me over him, though. It soured our friendship, he got a little competitive. It did make me feel great though, one of his faggots leaving his service because of me and giving me his collar.

During our discussion of King Phillip preparing to take ownership of a new faggot, he asked me if I had any advice for him. It was then that I used the term “firm benevolence” for the first time to describe what I believe to be the critical-yet-harmonious poles of faggot ownership.

Strict benevolence may win out, though haha.

And thus, once again, Alpha wisdom and insight improves a faggot! The new concept became “strict benevolence” for good! (Thank you, Master!)

As far as power is concerned, King Phillip is not lacking. Here was a recent example he shared:

The fag that had submitted itself to me last night and promised to make his holes available for ownership fucking bailed. No contact whatsoever. It was poor behavior.

I went on Grindr, found a bottom, had him over to my new apartment, and decided that this was my faggot. I fucked his face for a good long while (he didn’t advertise as kinky but when you see it, you know it) and wrecked his hole for about 40 mins on my bed.

Afterwards, I asked him about his life and gave him advice, we talked for a long while and he kept staring in my face in that submissive way, with big open eyes that are eager to receive things; orders, cock. He is one of those that has the desire to serve but doesn’t have a master. That connection couldn’t be made without showing him that I can see through that. And that happens with advice and wisdom. And with making him aware that I know he wants to submit.

Startling, unlimited power! What I love is King Phillip’s attention to aftercare. Like a good salesman, aftercare is the “cool down” phase of the sales process where you reassure the customer/faggot that they made the right decision.

In the case of faggots, aftercare only deepens King Phillip’s hold on its soul.

I also love King Phillip’s appreciation of the fact that worship is the key element, and every faggot can be useful.

The last time I was exploring my Dom side, I had two cocksuckers, who I didn’t own, but who were definitely under my control. One was a tall thin business major (college town) I used to facefuck in his apartment in between home and work. He called me King and used to rub my feet after sucking me off, my cum in his hair. I saw him in public a few times and he would bow his head to me slightly, blushing and looking downwards. He was forbidden to be higher than my cock when we were alone. I guess that lesson transferred.

The other one wasn’t as pretty, so he serviced me with the lights out. He was the one I’ve probably cunted most. I would order him to be ready, come to his apartment, and rape his mouth and cunt open over and over until my balls were empty. He whimpered loud and loved it when I sneered at him. And my favorite part was leaving, after I delivered some aftercare, because he was always so worshipful. He wanted it badly, and even when I wore him out totally he was sort of sad to see me go. He valued the strict ruthless power I had over him.

King Phillip has a large cock over seven inches, and decorated by two of the most beautiful balls I’ve ever seen. And with this equipment and his power, he has successfully cunted multiple faggots. I thought he had some interesting thoughts on that:

It’s like putting a collar on a faggot, except this collar is inside their deepest, tenderest place. It feels like power.

He describes the effects of cunting on his faggots:

Mixtures of elation, addiction, and anxiety. One I cunted once, like, six years ago still flirts with me and fawns over me occasionally. He loves to recount to me what I felt like inside him, and can’t help himself but tell me how extraordinary I am. It’s extreme, no doubt. But they love it and I love it. And I love owning a piece of their will.

Cunting is important to King Phillip, because he doesn’t cage his faggots until after they’re cunted.

I can’t tell you what it means to me to discover extraordinary young Apex Alphas like King Phillip in the world! Men like him rule with both body and mind.

I am so grateful that King Phillip reached out to share his insight and his life with me! LONG LIVE THE KING!

The following post is part of a thread about Master Simon, a 17-year-old Apex Alpha in Sweden who has taken ownership of his faggot father, Algot. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Well, here I go again with another shocking father/son true story. I can’t always help the way these things come to me, so hopefully you’ll forgive me.

Family dynamics are complex even in ideal circumstances. I had an idyllic childhood, and even then there are issues. But when Hierarchical issues come into play, we must throw out everything we imagine about the traditional family arrangement and look at what’s really happening under the surface.

This story opened to me with the following email from a father in Sweden named Algot.

Hii.
> I am 39 years old and my son is 17. When i was younger about 15-18 i was a faggot but then i met my wife and left that wife behind me and got a son in the process my wife sadly died from complications at his birth so i raised him as a single dad. Now my son is 17 and he is a real alpha like the one i used to service back in the day and he has sort of taken over at home. He took the master bedroom and i get to sleep in his old one. He is taking all my paychecks and i listen to everything he says i buy him alcohol because he is only 17.

My son/masters name is Simon. And he bring home girls very often not any other fags that i know of. And i totally support him in everything he does and in anyway i can. He is straight but has used me sexually and as a toilet many times and last week he locked me up in chastity. Is it normal so submit so easy to your own son. (Sorry for any misspelling i am swedish so english is not my first language)

I was, of course, quite shocked by this message out of left field. So I naturally asked Algot if I could speak with his son Simon. A few days later I heard from Master Simon:

Yeah i first realized i was an alpha when a bunch of fags at school did things like buy me snacks or do my homework. And when i realized i was bigger in every way than all the other boys. And i realized my dad was a fag when i say his dick in the gym showers i kind of knew i had some power over him than and i started to do somethings to assert my dominance like dont listen to his rules tell him to clean up after me and when he did everything i said i just said “hey your my slave now i am bigger and stronger than you” and he just obliged.

Whit the sexual thing yeah i think that he should take care of all my sexual need i have not jerked my self of in 2 years he does it all for me. Plus i started face fucking him and i make him eat my ass. I never fuck him tho he does not deserve my dick in his ass.

I never felt like this was wrong in anyway i take what i deserve i dont care if it is my father or any other fag as long as there of the legal age in sweden its fair game.

There was something quite alarming about Master Simon’s dispassionate aggressiveness, especially when it comes to his faggot father. But then when I followed up Master Simon added another surprising fact:

It got out in the school that i use my dad and some boys wanted in on it so i have held some parties were we fuck him together.

I wanted to know more about the mechanics of these other school Alphas fucking his faggot father Algot. Master Simon responded this way:

They’re not really alphas … they heard there was a hole that could be fucked and i let them. i dont care what my dad thinks of it or if he can handle it. its his job do listen to me. And yeah he had fully accepted his role as fag and as slave.

Got any tips on how i can dehumanize him more? i wanna make him an object not human.

I wasn’t really sure how to dehumanize Algot more than he’s already been dehumanized, and frankly I was worried about this situation. Then a couple of weeks later Master Simon wrote me again:

I took some of your advise to dehumanize my father and i came up whit some rules he has to follow
1 when i walk into a room you great me by kissing my feet no matter whos in the room whit you
2 in i am sitting on the couch you should place your self as my foot rest i should not have to tell you
3 you dont eat at the dinner table you eat out the dog bowl
4 do not speak unless spoken too

And it has really work it has been very obedient and is falling more into serving me i feel like i dont need any other fag than him he just so good at it.

I’ll be the first person to say that I don’t think this is a healthy situation. Even though I understand it from a Hierarchical perspective, I still have enough traditionalistic values in me to still think fathers and sons have certain roles and boundaries.

That said, it’s clear Master Simon is not going to listen to me. And it’s also clear that Algot is surprisingly fulfilled as Master Simon’s faggot.

So this post exists as further proof that Alphahood (and its accompanying dominance) starts early and, when presented with an opportunity, takes advantage of any inferiors in its orbit. Even if that inferior is the Alpha’s biological father.

I get so tired of hearing straight guys insist that straight Men don’t use faggots. As they repeatedly tell me, the use of faggots by definition means they are not straight.

Well let me tell you, if that’s the case then there are far fewer straight Men then we imagined.

Most of the Alphas I’ve served in my life either casually or as an owned faggot were straight Men. I never questioned their desire to use me despite being resolutely heterosexual. The only time it became an issue is when I would struggle to contain my jealousy over their relationships with women. And in those moments when my Alphas were forced by me to choose, they always chose their females over me … because ultimately they were straight.

Then I started the FWA site and the Hierarchy Podcast, and I began chronicling many true stories of straight Alphas who use faggots sexually. In fact, the original name for FWA was Fags Worship STRAIGHTS because that was what I knew in my service career. And with every story I covered, the compiling evidence proved my own experience wasn’t an outlier. Straight Alphas DO use faggots sexually.

But don’t take my word for it. Listen instead to these clinical psychiatrists and therapists who have studied and treated many cases of straight Men who use gay males sexually. Not only that, but they have clinical reasons WHY straight Men use gay males sexually.

Here are their professional opinions:

So what should we think about this? Can this circle be squared?

Of course! It’s honestly very simple: straight Alphas use faggots because they love POWER. They love WORSHIP. They love SERVICE.

As the doctors above attest, Male sexuality is more fluid and situational than most of us are willing to admit in public. In my experience, Men will do all sorts of taboo things when they know they’re safe. And Men compartmentalize their sexuality so completely that understanding the complexity of it is like getting lost in a labyrinth.

So I will never agree that straight Alphas don’t use faggots. THEY DO. In fact, I think an increasing number of them are turning to faggot ownership and service. So the time has come to put this issue to bed. It’s proven.

Hi, thanks for writing! 

Yes, those are certainly possible signs of being a faggot. The first one could also apply to beta males, but the second one certainly seems like the machinations of a faggot.

I have written a book to help people figure out whether or not they’re a faggot. It’s called “Are You A Faggot?”, and it’s available right now right here: https://fagsworshipalphas.gumroad.com/l/VmrBwe

Hope that helps! 

Love,

sam the faggot

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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.