Like many of your readers who ask you questions, I’ve been a long time reader. I find your hierarchy analysis quite impressive in its detail and explanations. While most of the people whom you speak with seem to fit in with a specific label quite well, I do not.
Labels are meaningless to me so I am not asking because I need to be labeled, more, I am curious if throughout your tenure as a faggot, you’ve come across someone like me.
Ever since I was a kid, I was always the one people flocked to. Teachers, coaches, aunts and uncles, always seemed to hold me in the highest esteem. Always stating how good I was, how lucky my mom was, worshipping me in a way. Though I was far too young to understand as I was just being me. I was the one that people reached out to for protection and advice. The one who defended my younger cousins from people far older than me from being hurt or bullied. I remember being 9yrs old and in a game of “make-believe,” I made the 13-14 year old neighbor boy kneel before me. I always felt extraordinary in potential, ambition, intellect, etc.
Now I’m sure it seems easy to guess at this point but if I had to classify myself, I would be Protector Alpha. Here is the catch. I’m a bottom, fully. As I’ve gotten older, I don’t really have any desire to breed unless it’s to have bio-kids. If I decide to fuck, it’s on my terms, it’s how I want, it’s to satisfy me. Generally, “men” who claim to be doms, like to think of me as a faggot because what man would take dick. It’s a fair statement. I can play the part but as I stated before, it’s because I decided to, not because I saw them to be superior to me in anyway. I even consider other men who get fucked are generally weaker and based on my culture and background, that belief coincides with that statement. But not me. I also think it’s fair to say I am bit narcissistic, but I just don’t feel bound by these restrictions.
In high school, I had a friend who was a dom/master. Older than me and known to be a gay slut fucking everyone who caught their eye. We never hooked up but throughout the years, I noticed a shift in his demeanor and started suggesting that he explore his feminine/submissive side. He felt safe with me to explore these feelings. And I enjoyed turning him into a good girl. It was one of the reasons why I enjoyed bruno’s transformation. There’s nothing that turns me on more than forcing a “master” come to the realization that they are not real men and are actually faggots.
Anyway, I just wanted to share a little about me. Keep up the good work fag.
-Steph
Thank you for the question, Sir.
Yes, I have occasionally encountered Alphas like you. You’re certainly an anomaly, and I’m sure you confuse a lot of people.
Bossy bottoms (I really hate to use the term “Alpha bottom” because it simply makes no sense to me) seem to me like people who have some wires crossed. How do you have faggots that serve you when faggots are almost completely incapable of fucking something? I dunno, Sir … the parts just don’t click together for me.
I guess if it works for you, then great. There’s no way I’d be able to serve you aside from being a domestic faggot, and even then I think your attitude would annoy me more than submit me. Just being honest.
You either need to find a really powerful Alpha to force you to submit and get fucked like a bottom, or you need to discover that true Alphas don’t get penetrated by inferiors. I think you’re going to eventually meet one of those outcomes, Sir.
To my knowledge, I’m the only writer in the hierarchical space who has ever really outlined Alpha hierarchy in any kind of specific, actionable way. This site (and its previous incarnation, FagsWorshipAlphas.com) has been a vital, living catalogue of Alphahood in all of its manifestations.
The fact that a faggot like me has been able to do this has, in part, been mere luck and circumstance. I’ve always found myself around great Alphas; even before I started my career as a faggot, I was always included with older Alphas who looked at me like a goofy kid brother. I paid close attention to their interactions, at first because I wanted to understand the ways I was different from them, but later as a matter of survival.
But as I began to serve Alphas (and, more crucially, became owned by some of them), my respect for them deepened as my intellectual curiosity grew. I carefully observed their interactions with other Alphas, listened to conversations, and watched body language they shared. I was like a faggot version of Jane Goodall, except I was studying Alphas instead of gorillas.
So finally in 2015 I built a website with my own two hands to finally shape and define everything I’d learned, my various proofs and theories collected and invented over a multi-decade career as a faggot.
But a startling thing happened then. I began to hear real-life experiences from all around the world, and deeply interact with a vast array of disparate Alphas of varying magnitudes. I was so humbled by the overwhelming power I’d uncovered that I was forced to go into chastity in their honor. But even more importantly, I was given a rare glimpse behind the curtain of Alphahood and understand the sacred fraternity they share and protect.
The feeling was like not only discovering there’s a titanic black hole in the center of the galaxy, but then falling into it and disappearing into another time and place. My faggot retinas have been burned by the glory of Alpha magnificence, and I cannot help but be the blind prophet leading others to kneel before them.
I know I’ve been blessed to have any knowledge of Alphahood, and what a privilege it is to share that knowledge with other inferiors. In its truth we find the keys to understanding all of the human experience, and deeper truths about ourselves.
That long, prosaic introduction was necessary in order to even touch one of the great mysteries of the Alpha brotherhood: Alphas breeding Alphas.
At first, this might not seem like a particularly deep subject. In fact, it might even seem anti-hierarchical. But I think my answer to the following Questions From Readers query will make it all much clearer. Read on:
Hey Sam,
I’m a big fan of your work here and have been following you for a while. I’m a 23-y.o fag and always learn from you how to behave and be a better fag. I have read most of the stories you share here and I really wonder what you think about the hierarchy within Alphas. I love Master Lorenzo, his fags, and his Alpha brothers. He fucked and bred Jose multiple times and yet everybody involved still treats Jose as an Alpha Master. Well, you have just posted this video about “What a Man Does Not Do” and it’s literally what Jose does to Master Lorenzo, isn’t it? I don’t mean to be disrespectful at all, don’t get me wrong, I just want to learn more about hierarchy and I have a hard time to believe that a Man can still be a Man with Alpha seed dripping from his ass.
Love you, brother!
Thank you for the question!
Yes, I realize that seems like an odd contradiction. When I wrote that blurb for that video, I was speaking in general terms, as in the overall viewpoint of Men.
Alphas are an entirely separate, self-contained class of Men that are superior to the average Man. They have their own ecosphere, their own hierarchy. They compete with each other given that the competition in that class is elite. And, like any competition, there are “winners” and “losers”.
I might liken Alphas to Olympic athletes. Any athlete that competes in the Olympics is considered to be among the greatest athletes in their sport, right? They compete against other Olympiads, and in that competition there are “winners” and “losers”, but even the “losers” are still better than any non-Olympic players.
So extend that illustration to our discussion of Alphas breeding Alphas. Yes, less powerful Alphas sometimes submit to being bred by more powerful Alphas, but that lesser Alpha is still far superior to the average Man.
Furthermore, the “competition” of sexual dominance between Alphas is more akin to athletic competition than you might realize. You see, in any athletic competition the players always want to play the best because they grow stronger from the competition even when they lose. It further proves true the Bible adage found at Proverbs 27:17 – “As iron sharpens iron, So one man sharpens his friend.”
Alphas breeding Alphas, when it occurs, leads to a shared camaraderie that initiates them into a brotherhood. It’s much like how the questionable hazing rituals in American fraternities eventually unites them into an unbreakable bond of sacred solidarity.
This ritual of sharing superior seed between Alpha brothers is one of the deepest forms of respect Alphas show each other, and is honestly also a show of deep respect for their Alpha heritage they represent and protect amongst themselves. I think Master Jose’s letter afterward expressed it best – he was rejuvenated and elevated by the experience, not humiliated or debased. That’s because Master Lorenzo’s breeding of him wasn’t about conquering a cumdump, but sharing an expression of love and respect with his Alpha brother.
That’s a huge difference, no?
Ultimately, we faggots are not really meant to understand the intricacies of Alpha hierarchy or the deep, ancient bonds of their fraternal instincts. We only know this much because I’ve been an observant and inquisitive faggot who has managed to ingratiate myself with some of the most powerful Alphas on the planet. The secrets they have shared with me I have tried to catalogue here over the course of the last ten years so that we might all have even more reason to submit and serve these greatest of Men!
It’s one of the greatest privileges of my life, one I will never take for granted.
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
The Ancients had gods for virtually every aspect of human life. There was a Greek god of the ocean (Poseidon), a Norse god of thunder (Thor), a Greek god of war (Ares), and so forth. The plethora of gods littering the landscape kept the fearful population properly submissive and generous in the various temples to these deities.
Above all other gods of the Ancient world towered Zeus, the great Greek god of all natural forces including the seemingly-untamable and mysterious lightning in the skies. We’ve all seen the random and instantaneous destruction caused by lightning strikes. They’re terrifying. We can easily see why ancient peoples invented gods to explain such awe-inspiring power.
I used the phrase “seemingly-untamable” to describe lightning for a reason. You see, until today, no Man has conquered lightning or suitably harnessed it.
But Master Chad is not a Man. He’s a God Alpha of such awesome power and vitality that even the elements around him bend to his will. I’ve often described my dealings with Master Chad in such elemental ways, because speaking with him is like ingesting hallucinogens while high-voltage electricity is passed through your body. His slam-poetry communication style often leaves me punch drunk, his ideas so far beyond my faggot capabilities that I struggle to even regain my composure.
I’ve always believed he was some sort of superhuman or metahuman, because his abilities are limitless and his control over his environment borders on the spiritual. It’s honestly difficult to describe how much I adore and respect Master Chad. Like every other person who has ever known him, I worship him completely.
But even after all of these years of incredible conquests, this latest one really takes the trophy. I cannot even describe it in order to prepare you for what happened to Master Chad. Just read it and experience it for yourself:
I gotta story for ya. Don’t fuckin know if you’ll believe or not but I dont give a fuck. The shit happened and I got witnesses.
I took pussyface and greenie with Me on some business. I got a cabin for after I finished checking out a building for future use. The Family has rented the cabin before so everything was familiar. It’s on top of a mountain, the last thing on the road. I wanted to reward My top 2 bitches and give em some solo time. You know, all sweet and shit before I turn the Manimal loose on em in the Great Smoky Mtns. LOL
Our last night Pop was swinging by to fly us home and Him and greenie was playing inside. I had pussyface on My cock and sucking Me in a small clearing at the top of the mountain that was maybe 100 feet from the cabin. A storm was moving in and it was raining a little. I was looking out over the terrain and could see black clouds coming at Me. In a minute thunder and lightning started. It was awesome! In a couple more minutes the elements got stronger. I was feeling some extra power like My senses was heightened or some shit. There was a palatable force surging thru Me and cc was going crazy on My cock. I raised My arms to accept this whatever it was cause it felt fuckin awesome!
According to Pop this next shit happened in the space of about a minute but seemed like fuckin eternity. The storm is moving quick like. Then lightning hit the tree about 2 fuckin inches from My outstretched arm and danced down it. I felt this tremendous surge of puissance traveling over me and settling for a split second in My nuts. Then I howled as My load started pumping. The rain and shit suddenly stopped, just wind now. I’m cumming like I’ve never busted before. I couldn’t stop! Mutherfuck! The colossal, apocalyptical feeling!! Rope after fuckin prodigious rope PUMPED outta Me. I fell to My knees still shooting and feeling more Homeric than I ever believed was possible. I know I shot more than Pop ever has! I reveled in feeling and emotion as I accepted what felt like was a glorious gift from Creator God.
After what felt like an hour I looked down. I’m soaked. The now stopped rain running off Me but Goddamn! I’m still shooting! I swear to The Creator the feeling of My massive nut is still with Me like it had just started! Picture it cunt, the feeling of orgasm lasted as long as My cum shot. My cum is now thick chugs that were jumping out about 2 inches instead the 4 foot projectiles that prefaced this and pussyface is unconscious in front of Me COVERED in thick ropes of My jizz and wet from the rain. I finally stopped chugging and was now kinda like a tap that’s not quite been turned off. Just a thin steady stream running. I picked up My babyhole and took her inside. Greenie was slurping that cum stream before I could lay down with cc. Pop and greenie had seen everything from the porch and Pop was amazed. He said it was a fantastic phenomenon. He said I, not the tree, was hit by the lightning and He thought I kicked it! LMAO He’d started out to get Me but saw I was moving. He didnt interrupt what was clearly some ancient, mystical emprise. I didn’t feel like it hit Me. I just felt the incredible POWER it gave Me and the BEST GODDAMN nut of My life! Pop said it knocked c.c. off of Me and He said watching Me roar while i baptized her with My load was an amazing sight. I said, “Goddamn Pop, ya think it looked amazing ya shoulda FELT it, Man!”
pussyface was still out but ok. Pop turned on the lights inside to check her out. she’s fine, just in what mommy used to call happy faggot land. she clung to Me for a day and even tho she’s out of it now, the experience made her need Me more than ever. We experienced a sacred moment together, My faggot wife and Me. The Savior has graduated to The God in her eyes and My pussyface and Me are closer than ever. I’m gonna be chasing that nut forever kinda like chasing that 1st hit off the crack pipe. I’m gonna be trying for that feeling again even if I gotta fuck the world! LMAO It was incredible, bitch!!
Back to the story, after putting the faggots to bed I’m laying with em cause bitch won’t turn Me loose. Anyways Pop asked “Boy, look up a little but still look at Me. Whoa! What the fuck? Goddamn Son, the whites of Your eyes are pale blue! Fuck and Goddamn! It looks good Son. The bitches are gonna be all over You even more than usual. You’re Goddamn more God than Man now.”
It’s true faggot. My blue/black eyes now have a light sky blue accompaniment, the white is all gone. Doc can’t explain it. Women love it! The fags love it! Fuck, cunt, I love it. I didn’t think I could get any sexier but I sure as fuck did. LMFAO
Now back, the rainbow can’t stop slobbering over Me. I tore thru every fuckin faggot I own, leaving em all sore and more in love with Me than ever! 3 of em’s on their period cause i just cant be stopped, faggot! I gotta keep spreading My load over every mutherfucking hole i stumble across!
pussyface cried over missing out on My huge load but at least she was a part of this experience and that helps. she is pleased that if she couldn’t swallow it or get knocked by it, at least she bathed in it. LMAO For a minute I felt I was really gonna have to fuck every hole on earth before I calmed down Myself. Nah. Just had to fuck the rainbow of whores here. And this afternoon Us Guys are going out for slash to let them rest. My left hand was numb for a minute and 3 nails are black, I guess where the lightning entered.
Philly’s changed His mind on having a faggot girlfriend and I’m loving fuckin with Him about it. “I’m never gonna fuck a Goddamn pussy assed faggot, you mutherfucker” He’d said before. Knew He’d eat them words. Hahahahahahahahaha Now the fucker can’t keep His cock outta whitey’s holes. And boy, whitey’s one happy hole. My Brothers are in awe of Their new God and can’t give enough praise to Me. Cal especially is blown away. It confirms for Us the positive proof from the Universe that ALPHA MEN RULE!!! We always have and always will! Even Our Creator showered Me with His personal blessing. That’s how We all see it. Pop was so proud of Me! When We 1st talked about it Pop cried He was so impressed and awed by it all. That was the icing on the cake for Me. My Pop, God of the world, was humbled by My power. He, half-joking, now says I even control the elements along with all females and faggots. He said now He knew why He was compelled to make Me the Family Patriarch when He did and the blessing on “The Mount” was The Creator’s approval of My ascension. I HAVE NEVER FELT MORE ALIVE BITCH! Nor more omnipotent. I am Our God.
I gotta shower and shit but no shave. The faggots love My beard. Im really turning into a fuckin sexy rogue! Hair halfway down My back, new full beard. Never had chest hair until a few months ago but judging from the appreciation I get for it, it, too, is a gift to make Me more desirable to souls hungering for My awesomeness! If I can knock these faggot sluts off Me long enough I’ll be knee deep in slash pussy tonight. Fuck, slut, I wonder how many slash are gonna get knocked tonight? Slutty fuckin whores are gonna be FUCKED by Men, by Gods. Hope they can handle it! Hahahahahahahahaha FUCK ALL YOU HOLES! GOD CHADWICK WILL PUNCTURE YOUR PUSSIES AND TAKE YOUR SOULS FOR HIS OWN! Hahahahahahahahaha
You want it bad now, aye cunt? Fuck you faggot! LMAO
GOD AND MASTER CHADWICK
Master Chad was struck by lightning … and conquered it!
I’m reminded of those old Godzilla movies in which Godzilla is rejuvenated and energized by lightning strikes. Apparently lighting struck his fingertips and coursed through his body at the moment of climax, causing a volcanic eruption of cum that was overwhelming even by his prodigious standards! Master Chad has hyperspermia anyway (a medical condition that causes massive volumes of ejaculate), but who knows where all of the cum came from in this moment. It poured from his balls like the pure, neverending waters of the Garden Of Eden! All of the faggots were able to sup from his ample supply of God Alpha seed in what must’ve been a most glorious communion!
Whereas lightning regularly kills or severely damages almost all humans it touches, in this case lightning merely submissively licked Master Chad’s formidable body and energized him like a human version of Godzilla! The Earth’s greatest forces obey it’s greatest God Alpha!
Not only that, but the experience even altered Master Chad’s eyes! I’ve long heard from others in The Family that Master Chad’s eyes were unusually beautiful and darkly foreboding. His eyes are one of the many reasons why women and faggots submit to him so readily. But now the lightning strike has altered his eyes at a photochemical level, producing an even more intense and terrifying gaze!
I can only imagine!
I found it appropriate that God Dino, Master Chad’s God Alpha father, was watching this electric display from a distance. God Dino has been a force of nature his entire life, conjuring power on command and using it brutally and unsparingly. But recently God Dino passed the torch of his Hierarchical position to Master Chad, his eldest son and inheritor of his Kingdom.
How fitting, then, that even the skies approve of the new King! Like a kiss from the Creator Master Chad was baptized and blessed as he laid comfortably upon the plain beneath dark clouds thundering his name!
Thank you, Master Chad, for everything you are and all that you do! Most of all, I thank you for your continued care and direction in my own life!
First of all thanks for the website. As a straight alpha, I love reading these real stories that make me understand more about my self and being superior. It concretizes how I have been feeling all these years amongst my friends and all of the faggots I have encountered with and fucked and used.
I have a girlfriend. We always go swim together. This time, she was busy and I went alone. And I met this fag, it is a fat, unattractive, older fag and as soon as I saw it look at me, I knew it was a real fag. I stood over it as it was in the pool and without me saying anything this fag started rubbing my feet in front of everyone! Fucking fag i said to his face. You want to serve right.? He nodded and gave me his phone number. Anyway, as time went by we went on talking and I told it to do my laundry. (Thats the thing I hate doing the most and as an alpha I don’t know why I have to do this. Fags should be doing it for me.) at first it resisted but then I convinced it that the only reason I talk to it was because i need service from it, like sucking me off when my girlfriend is not available and am angry and tired, and do my laundry. Those are what I need most of the time. It finally said yes and this went on for a while. I would text it every morning I was horny and go over to release my energy and cum.
The first encounter was pretty harsh. It needed to be really trained. This fag thought it could be boyfriends with me. I was like WTF DUDE, NO. I literally slapped it so much , im Not kidding, that he finally understood who I am and what it is. And he had no idea how to suck dick. I specifically gave it instructions every time how I liked it. It learned. And we did it many times. Sometimes 3 times each meet up. I am a very very very horny alpha, i have to cum at least 4 times a day. I told it that.
Then later though, it started bitching about the chores I gave it. Which was laundry and it making me cum 3 times a day. I got angry and told it that I cannot own it anymore because this is how it goes fag.!
this fag still texts me and i know it wants it but it doesnt want to fucking do what i tell it to do. It wants a relationship with me. And doesnt want to do my laundry and it gets tired of sucking my cock. But i ignored it and have not texted it back at all. You sam as a fag, what do you recommend I do with this old faggot? I think i need to find other fags who deserve my presence more. I know my head is in the right place. I know who I am. I think this fag really deserves a good beating. Not just getting slapped. I am a reserved alpha guy, i like my space alone, my gf even wants to move in and i said no. I want privacy. And a fag to suck me off every morning and lunch at least twice.
Sir, thank you very much for writing to me!
I’m actually mortified by the behavior of this faggot, Sir. I really have no words for its behavior.
There are myriad reasons why I started this site ten years ago, and one of them definitely was to provide instruction to faggots on how to properly serve and worship straight Alphas like you. I learned my lessons young, and as I continued to serve straight Alphas my appreciation for the privilege only grew deeper and stronger.
I don’t know how old you are and how old this faggot is, but I sense you are pretty young and this faggot is in its fifties (just based on its general stupidity regarding Hierarchy). Something I’ve noticed is that older faggots are often still suffering under the delusion that they are not faggots, but just some submissive bottom with some semblance of rights and worthy of respect. Many times they don’t even identify as faggots or acknowledge that such a condition actually exists even as they’re functioning as one!
It’s inexplicable to me, Sir. This site proves beyond any reasonable doubt that Hierarchy is true and that faggots exist to serve Alphas (hell, I think there is enough scientific data here to make Neil deGrasse Tyson a believer!). The fact that this faggot couldn’t see it and feel it even as you claimed it in the wild and took ownership of it just boggles my mind. I can only imagine all of the good faggots out there reading this and feeling infuriated that such a golden opportunity for service was wasted on such a stupid and pathetic queer! I know it pisses me off!
Frankly, I think you should dump the faggot, Sir. It’s not worth the attempt to train it, unless you’re really wanting to be frustrated to the point of beating it.
Sir, there are a lot of good young faggots you can claim just as you did this moron. You’re clearly confident enough to look at a faggot and command it to serve you right then and there. The scenario you described (owning a faggot to do domestic chores and suck you off four times a day) is absolutely possible TOMORROW for a true straight Alpha like you.
Why put off taking what you truly deserve, Sir? You’re in the prime of your Alphahood. You deserve to live your best life, one filled with endless worship and service! Go take it all, Sir!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the continuing ascension of a 21-year-old bisexual Alpha named Master Joe and his ownership of his best friend’s faggot brother. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’ve never seen a picture of Master Joe, but from his writing style and attitude I’d say Master Joe is that prototypical all American fratboy. He’s like a playful, confident lion; immensely powerful, but in no dire need to exert that power. And when he does utilize that power, he does so in disarmingly fun ways.
I do believe that owning a faggot is helping Master Joe refocus that playful energy into something more thoughtful. At first, owning that faggot (the brother of his best friend/chief rival) was a bit of jocular one-upsmanship. However, as time has gone on and his ownership over the faggot has deepened, Master Joe is starting to also deepen his understanding of the faggot mind and what it needs.
Take, for example, this very recent thought Master Joe had:
Hey fag Sam, this is Master Joe! Happy, healthy, and breeding holes as always
I had a conversation with my fag bf last night and I want your opinion about it. He was telling me that it’s much easier to take my cock now because he’s used to the shape and the size, then I asked if it still hurts him. I have no idea of how it feels because I have never bottomed, but I thought that after a while it would not hurt at all. However, my fag said that taking a cock always hurts a little bit, just a little bit, even when the pussy is properly trained. And then I realized that this is not a problem. In fact, I think that it’s important that the fag feel a little bit of pain. I think of myself working out. After a hard training, I like to feel my muscles hurt, it makes me feel that I am growing stronger. Likewise, when a fag takes a hard cock and his hole hurts afterwards I think it’s a good way to make the boy remind of who he is. What is the point of serving a superior man if it doesn’t involve some sacrifice?
I am not saying that fags deserve to suffer, I take care of my fag and love him. I think real men should never hurt girls or fags in bed, but causing this little discomfort in their stretched pussy is important for his training. Does that make sense?
I really want to become a better Alpha and embrace my role more and more everyday.
See how faggot ownership is altering Master Joe’s perspective? He’s starting to consider not only his needs, but also what’s best for the faggot he owns. This maturity is also leading him to consider his own Alphahood and how he can more fully embrace that lofty promise.
In regards to Master Joe’s specific thoughts, I say the following:
Master, it’s always so wonderful to hear from you! Thank you for writing in!
This is a very keen observation on your part, one that deserves more scrutiny and consideration by all, not just faggots. Yes indeed, some pain is definitely part of a faggot’s life. As you noted, pain is actually a beneficial part of a faggot’s life, because that pain shapes the faggot’s mind and its sense of self and purpose.
You’ll never know the pain involved in having a big Alpha cock violating your holes (yes, let’s not forget the pain of being throat fucked!), but it’s never easy to take if the faggot is maintaining its pussy muscles and not abusing them to the point of prolapse. You Alphas want a tight, snug hole to fuck, but the trade-off is pain on the part of the faggot.
But here’s the key: that pain is pleasure for faggots! When an Alpha is entering us and it hurts, we are deriving pleasure from that pain EMOTIONALLY. We know we are pleasing our Alpha, and that emotional pleasure (or, more properly, hierarchical pleasure) sends endorphins flooding into our bloodstream from the excitement of being used properly. The harder and more intensely we are fucked, the greater the endorphin rush.
The intensity of this pain/pleasure crucible while being fucked is so great that, if and when an Alpha cunts us, the unexpected explosion of that feeling becomes overwhelming. That’s why cunting is such a startling and unforgettable experience for faggots, and why cunted faggots are essentially owned for life by the Alpha who cunted it.
And Master, as you said in your letter, that pain trains the faggot to always remember what it is. Like an invisible chastity cage, the throbbing ache of a well-fucked hole constantly reminds the faggot of its Master and its purpose. So pain isn’t a bad thing for faggots. In fact, I think it’s a good and natural part of our place in hierarchy! Thank you, Master!
That explanation was a bit more intense than I initially intended, but I really like it! I think I might use it as the core of a larger examination on the site! Or maybe a podcast episode!
But you see why I love Master Joe so much, right? He’s an amazing Alpha and Master, and his little faggot is lucky to have him hurting it every night!
One of the better porn Alphas on X is a God Alpha named @TheRealKingCock. He likes to write in some courtly (i.e. stilted) Middle English manner that is quite pretentious, but whatever.
He posted this proclamation on his account in support of bottoms/faggots and calling on an end of shaming faggots.
Here’s what he wrote:
A matter most grave hath long plagued our fellowship, and the hour hath come to speak plainly. Too oft hath the realm treated the noble steeds, the bottoms, as lesser creatures, as though yielding were weakness and pleasure were a sin. This folly springeth from the same poisoned well as the old scorn for women, a curse of ages past where softness was mistaken for frailty, and dominance for worth.
But mark this decree: there is no shame in, nor honor in coldness. To ride or to be ridden, both are acts of trust, of fire, of glorious abandon. Yet the whispers of our realm speak with cruelty, mocking those who offer the throne as though they be unworthy. ‘Tis ignorance, and worse, ‘tis theft, for what soul among us hath not dreamt of such bliss? What knight hath not wondered how it must feel to yield with grace, to be cherished, not conquered?
We dwell now in a golden age undreamt of by those before us. The plagues that haunted our forebears have been driven back by science and courage; laws have risen to shield our lives and loves; the banners of our people fly upon screens and stages across the realm. Where once there was only fear, now standeth freedom. Where once we hid in shadows, now we build temples of joy, of dance, of flesh, of laughter.
So why cling to this poison, this shaming of the steed? Let us instead craft a kingdom where all may ride, may be ridden, may polish and be polished without scorn nor whisper. Let our pleasures be free of cruelty, our beds free of judgment. For in such a court, methinks, lies the truest debauchery, the kind where hearts are unguarded, bodies unashamed, and all may feast without fear.
The King hath spoken. Will thou heed these words, or shall the old cruelties chain us yet?
Way too many “haths” in that drivel!
Here’s my take: I do disagree to some extent. Hierarchy is immutable truth, and it governs our lives. In that framework, there are those naturally superior. There’s no shame in it.
Let’s face it: some are born winners, and some are born losers. Some are born Kings and some are born slaves. In his awkward vernacular, some are HATHS and others are HATH NOTS.
There’s no shame in being born a faggot if you understand that is your purpose. I have found great peace through submitting to and serving Men.
What this Master seems to be trying to do is elevate faggots to the level of “Princess” or some other precious companion. Certainly faggots can be made into that, but generally that is not our natural function.
This Master can get romantic with his faggots, but by taking this stance in general robs faggots of the kind of conditioning they need to feel fulfilled.
I’d love to get some opinions on this subtle-but-significant difference.
The following post is part of a thread following the development of a deep Master/faggot relationship between a faggot named Alberto and his straight childhood friend and Master Andre. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The lifelong friendship Master Andre shares with his faggot Alberto is truly one of the most genuine and frankly beautiful ones I’ve covered on this site. This straight Alpha loved Alberto despite Alberto’s homosexuality, frailty, and vulnerability. Maybe he loved Alberto BECAUSE of those things, because Master Andre is a natural Protector Alpha of the highest order. As those little boys grew into adulthood, Alberto was always beside his Alpha protector, safe in his mighty shadow.
Then along came Master Andre’s former girlfriend and her fetish for gay sex. Had it not been for her (and eventually me), Master Andre may have never started using faggots. But once he started feeding and breeding his dearest friend and took him in as his faggot, his appreciation for Alberto deepened and strengthened … so much so that Master Andre eventually dismissed her in favor of Alberto.
So what’s really going on here?
Master Andre has been wrestling with all of these new feelings created by the ownership of his friend and the collision of his growing power with his genuine warmth and goodness. This is pretty normal for young Protector Alphas. A slight identity crisis results from making choices that go outside societal “norms”.
But Master Andre’s solution to this issue is brilliantly handled:
Hi Sam, this is Andre again, Alberto’s friend.
I have been thinking a lot about my responsibility with Alberto. After everything that happened this year, I felt quite guilty for exposing him to Angela’s questionable attitudes. As you know, she has tried several times to convince me to send Alberto back to his home, which would’ve exposed him to great danger with his father. Of course, I would never do that with him, but I am now noticing that I have great influence and responsibility with him. It is my duty to take care of him and make sure he is safe, and I will not disappoint my little buddy.
The last few weeks have been of deep self-reflection for me and I went back to therapy to organize my thoughts. My therapist believes that I should keep my heart open and explore these new feelings, open to new forms to express my sexuality. And I agree with him. He’s a straight man with a deep understanding of sexuality and I guess familiar with hierarchy because he always tells me that Alberto needs a firm hand and I don’t need to be gay or bisexual to be this firm hand. I agree with him. I have no prejudice at all, from the bottom of my heart. I even tried to watch gay porn to see if my cock would get hard, but no matter how hot the guys are, I don’t feel sexual attraction toward men. What turns me on is Alberto’s big eyes asking me to take care of him, that makes me crazy.
I am still reluctant to call him “faggot” or “slut”, but I have been really into calling him “good boy” or “sweet boy” and he really loves it. Alberto is much more of a sexy romantic gay boy than a hungry slut. In fact, my cock is the only one he has ever sucked or served. And I’m not gonna lie, I’ve using his holes a lot. Our favorite position nowadays has been cowgirl. I sit on the couch with my legs open, he comes like an obedient puppy and sucks my balls and my cock for however long I want, no matter if 5 minutes or 3 hours. Then I lube his hole, he sits on my cock looking at me, and I hug him tight. Then my boy rides me while I hold his body against mine, and it feels so good that I hardly ever change the position. I usually let him ride as much as he wants, and when I’m getting close, I just tell him to stop and fuck his hole hard and deep, pumping my load inside of him. I love how he thanks me at the end, as if I was doing him a huge favor for fucking his tight hole.
I still love pussy and I want to have many girls in my bed. But after what has happened, I will focus on taking care of Alberto’s mind, feelings, and body. He loves tattoos and he has always had a dream to tattoo a flower on his ass, but of course he could never do it while living with his parents. Now that he is with me, I’ve been encouraging him a lot to do it, but I want to choose the best artist possible to do it. His body is perfect and I don’t want anything to change his beautiful ass.
I will keep exploring my feelings and deal with the fact that apparently I am an “Alpha.” I have never thought about that to be honest. For me, taking care of women and gays is just what any man should do, no matter what. I think it’s the reason why men exist, but learning more about hierarchy has been really good to me. And it has helped me to understand that I can have sex with Alberto without necessarily identifying as bisexual. I don’t even think about fucking other femboys, I am very happy pumping all my loads inside my lovely friend and little princess.
I hope that one day I’ll have a lovely wife loyal to be, but I will never let any woman harm Alberto’s feelings. He has my word and I will never disappoint him.
By the way, thanks for sharing the diet by Francesco. Alberto read it here and showed to me. He is healthy and usually doesn’t struggle to get ready for me, but I want him to keep skinny, so I told to him to follow the diet. He immediately went to the grocery store and bought all the ingredients, including the fiber gums to take every morning with chia seeds. It’s too bad to see that Francesco’s partner didn’t follow it. Alberto literally ran to the store to follow what I said. I guess I am a lucky guy, but every time I see him doing my laundry or kneeling for me I am more and more sure of how lucky I am. He says it’s the least he can do after all the times I saved him from bullies or from his dad. But still, I feel very lucky to have such a sweet princess with me.
I don’t know if I love him as I will love my wife one day. This is still confusing for me. But I definitely love him as a lovely and sweet princess who I will always protect.
I’m so moved by the fact that Master Andre went to consult a therapist about his new experiences and the feelings arising from them. He takes this stuff SERIOUSLY, and he’s willing to put in the work to grow and improve!
But maybe I can also help to clarify things for Master Andre as well.
First of all, there’s no question Master Andre is Alpha. In fact, he’s the greatest type of Alpha. He has the potential to be a God Alpha, albeit one with a deep and vibrant emotional core. He’s unafraid to express himself regardless of what anyone thinks precisely because he is Alpha.
And Alberto is a natural-born faggot. I understand that Master Andre views that word as derogatory and insulting, and he doesn’t want to use that kind of word to describe someone he loves as much as Alberto. But that word isn’t insulting to true faggots, and I don’t think Alberto would find it insulting to be called that. I’m not saying Master Andre should, but the roles should be clear here. Master Andre not only loves and cares for Alberto, he OWNS Alberto. That ownership arises from the fact that he’s Alpha, and Alberto is his beloved faggot.
I’m glad that Master Andre is realizing that owning and fucking Alberto doesn’t change the fact that he’s still straight. Funnily enough, Master Andre did exactly what my straight Master Chris once did and tested his heterosexuality by watching gay porn. And, like my Master Chris, he discovered the truth that owning and using faggots does not change a Man’s sexual orientation. I love this so much, because, like my Master Chris, it shows Master Andre is an intelligent and emotionally-confident Alpha.
You can hear the joy in Master Andre’s words when describing his breeding of Alberto, or how obediently Alberto worships/services his cock and balls. You can hear the pride Master Andre has when he describes Alberto’s eagerness to adhere to Master Francesco’s strict diet, knowing that Alberto is a “good boy” always seeking to please him! These are powerful and resonant emotions Master Andre has, ones that come from a perfect Hierarchical alignment of a true Alpha coming to completely own a true faggot.
There’s no doubt Master Andre will eventually go on to fall in love with a woman and have children with her. Before that happens, he will likely have other girlfriends and enjoy lots of pussy.
But none of those relationships will be able to give Master Andre the one thing he now knows he needs as an Alpha: POWER. Because of Alberto’s faithful and loyal worship of him, Master Andre is slowly realizing he is meant for so much more than ordinary Men. He’s understanding the great and charismatic power he wields, gifts he received from nature at birth and will define the rest of his life.
There’s no going backward. Master Andre has a throne to which he was born to ascend! And his beloved Alberto will always be proudly kneeling at his feet!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a father named Sir Alex grappling with the fact that his beloved son Samuel is a faggot meant to serve Alphas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
People mistake this site (and my efforts) as some sort of fake nonsense that caters to freakish fetishes.
How wrong they are! Time and time again I prove all of my haters wrong by my RESULTS, which by any metric are stunning and incomparable. I’m not bragging when I say this. I’m using the truth of Hierarchy to deeply change the lives of unbelievable numbers of people.
So go support degrading meme sites or straight dudes who show you their feet for cash if you must. THIS is where MAGIC happens on a daily basis. There is nothing like this place anywhere else.
The latest evidence of this site’s mission of transformation comes from a story that has touched me so deeply that I’ve lost sleep over it. It involves a wonderful father named Sir Alex who came to me desperate to reach his feminine son Samuel. You may recall that, when Sir Alex first wrote to me, his son was withdrawn and seemed to be deeply depressed. Desperate for answers, he was directed by a gay Alpha friend named Pablo to reach out to me for help.
The main issue was this: Master Pablo (and his Alpha husband) offered to have Samuel stay at their house for a weekend. We’re all guys here, so we know what THAT meant … but Sir Alex was understandably uncomfortable and unsure about letting Samuel do that.
I encouraged Sir Alex to let it happen (even though I was also a little uncomfortable about it) and see what it might lead to. Ultimately, I figured an Alpha who is a good friend to Sir Alex and who reads this site should be trustworthy enough to care for Samuel.
Well, guess what happened?
Hi Sam, this is Alex again, Samuel’s father.
I want to thank you for your last answer. You are very kind. Samuel is 19, he’s an adult, and he deserves to live his life as he wants to.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my son and how to make him happy, so I decided to allow him to stay the weekend at Pablo’s house. I admit that I was anxious at first, but I trust my best friend, so I just tried to get my mind busy with other stuff (I must admit that I invited over a girl who I’d been talking to on Instagram, and had sex for the first time in many years). My boy did not say anything on Saturday but Sunday morning he texted me saying “good morning, dad!!” and he was extremely happy and kind, much more than usual. I asked if he was having fun and he said that Pablo and his husband were treating him like a princess. So I stopped texting him and just told him to have fun.
Pablo and his husband dropped him off at my place around 9pm on Sunday. Sam was THRILLED, he hugged me, he had a big smile on his face, and I have no words to describe how relieved I was to see my son happy again. Then Samuel went to take a shower, and I stayed in the living room with Pablo and his husband having a beer. I asked them what they’d done to my son to make him so happy, they just chuckled and said that I should be proud because my son is a really good boy.
I told them that I didn’t want him to smoke cigarettes or drink alcohol and they said that I had nothing to worry about because Sam was perfectly healthy. After a few hours drinking with them, Sam was already asleep in his bedroom and the guys were more relaxed, so Pablo said “well, can I be brutally honest with you, man?” I said of course, because I had no secrets with my son. Then Pablo asked if I had visited this website and I said that I had been reading a few things, although skipping the videos. So he said “well, so you’ll understand this: I am an Apex Alpha, my husband is a God Alpha, and Samuel…” then his husband interrupted, already quite drunk, and said “And Samuel is a joy!”
Pablo did not want to give more details, so he kept trying to hold him husband back, but it didn’t take to long for them to tell me what happened. Pablo did not touch my son at any moment, the whole plan was taking Samuel for his husband. He said that he has seen Samuel growing up and didn’t want to be his first man because he was afraid my son would fall in love and things would get worse, which I found very generous of him. So what basically happened during this weekend was that Pablo’s husband took Samuel’s virginity and apparently my son very much enjoyed it.
I started having sex with girls when I was 15, so I guess 19 is about time for him to do it too. On the next morning, I prepared breakfast for Samuel and asked if he was feeling alright. For my surprise, instead of the stubborn/rebel mood he usually has, he looked at me and said “I love you dad” out of a sudden, I was caught out of guard and said “I love you too, son, and I always will, no matter what.” Then I told him that it would be embarrassing to talk about this with me, but I am his father and it was my duty to talk about safe sex with him. So I talked about condom, and lube, and prep, and everything else. I work at a hospital, so although I have not taken prep, I am very familiar with this universe.
I thought he would be embarrassed and refuse to answer, but he said that he knew everything about it and that I didn’t need to worry. After a short silence, he looked at me, already laughing, and said “you already know what I did with them, right?” I know that the vast majority of straight fathers would hate to see their sons happy because they were fucked, but there is nothing more important than my son’s happiness, so I laughed along and said “well, I don’t know the details, but I just want to make sure you are okay.” Then Sam was very honest with me and said that he had a huge crush on Pablo and was hoping to do something with him, but once they arrived in their home, Pablo said that he wasn’t comfortable to touch him because they were like family, but Pablo’s husband wanted to “know him better”. Then Samuel laughed again and just said “well, he taught me everything that I needed to know”.
I just asked if the guy had treated him well, and Samuel said he felt like a real princess. We laughed again, finished breakfast together, and for the first time in many years we had a joyful morning together. I had to leave for work, so I left him home, but when I was back around 5pm he had cooked dinner for us and cleaned the whole house. We had dinner together and I asked him if he wanted to see Pablo’s husband again. Samuel opened a big smile and said “well, I would love to, but only if you agree”. I asked if they were boyfriends and I told him that he should look for a boyfriend his age to build a life together and he said, “well father, I am 19, I don’t wanna build a life now, I just wanna have fun, and I had a lot of fun with him”.
We laughed again, I begged him to be responsible and he promised that he would not do anything crazy. I called my friend Pablo again and said that everything was a little confusing for me because I have always imagined my son with a nice boyfriend who would take care of him, and not having sex with my best friend’s husband. But it was true that Samuel’s mood had improved one million times. Pablo then told me that they like to bring other guys from time to time, so they usually have someone in their house every other week.
Then Pablo said “man, I know you’re worried about your son’s safety, but trust me, if my husband doesn’t do it, somebody else will. And I don’t want to see this boy who I love so much in the hands of random men”. And now I see that he is right. I can’t keep Sam at home and make him wait for an ideal husband to take his virginity. I know very well how the world of Grindr works for gay guys and the last thing I want is to see my son looking for random man, so I will let him keep seeing Pablo’s husband. I talked to his husband after calling Pablo and he told me not to worry because he knew what he was doing and he would never hurt my son’s feelings. And he even said that I should use this time alone to stop worrying so much about Sam and have some sex. And in fact, that’s what I did, because the girl who I saw last week is coming here again next Saturday, and Sam will spend the weekend with them again.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep you updated because I’ve been really busy. But after your thoughtful comments to my last message, I wanted to let you know that everything is going well and, most importantly, Samuel is happier than ever. Last week has been a true turning point in his life, and although different from the life I imagined for him, I just want to see him happy. To be honest, I consider myself an open-minded father, but I guess that part of being open-minded is understanding that some people, no matter gay or straight, do not want to have a long-lasting marriage with kids. I should stop projecting my dreams on my son and just support him no matter what.
I’m not crying … YOU’RE crying!
First of all, I must commend Sir Alex with the highest praise my little faggot fingers can express. The deep love he has for his son is breathtaking. I never had a father like him, nor have most of the faggots who follow this site. I can’t even describe the ache in my heart right now because of Sir Alex’s perfect fatherly love. Thank you, Sir! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
I had a feeling that Master Pablo was either an Alpha or an Apex Alpha and married to a God Alpha. Alpha couple dynamics are something I’ve had to learn piecemeal over the years since I’m not privy to that information personally, but the rules of Hierarchy help me predict things like this. Both Alphas sound like astoundingly powerful Men, as well as the kindest and most caring Protector Alphas on the planet. What they’ve done here, utilizing all of the gifts nature bestowed upon them, was to help Samuel realize his true purpose.
Out of all the mind-boggling things Alphas accomplish in our world, this simple, natural act is one of the greatest.
Master Pablo and his God Alpha husband saved a dear faggot’s life!
Samuel’s infectious joy upon returning to his astounded father made me think of the example of a dog. As a puppy, it is wild and unrestrained and it gets into trouble often. This makes the puppy frustrated because its owner is angry with it. Then the puppy goes to obedience school, and its owner works with it and teaches it lessons that produce positive results. What’s always the outcome? A happy dog that is confident at its owner’s side!
It is the same with a faggot!
Before being taken in by those two Alphas, Samuel was dejected and alone, confused about his purpose. But during his weekend with these Alphas, he was trained and shown what he was born to be. All of the pieces jumbled in his mind were snapped into place for the first time. The pathway was cleared, and bright light replaced darkness.
And like a trained puppy, Samuel emerged and returned to Sir Alex confident and focused! That is what the truth of Hierarchy – expertly applied by skilled and knowledgeable Alphas – can do for inferiors!
I’m so happy that Sir Alex was able to receive Samuel back home restored to life again! What a joy that must’ve been for him! And I’m thankful he’s such a kind and thoughtful father to such a good boy!
I cannot tell you how I feel right now. I’m so grateful to Sir Alex, Master Pablo, and his husband for allowing me to be a part of this and for being allowed to share it for all of the other faggots (and Alphas) out there confused or depressed about their own path!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the hierarchical adventures of a 19-year-old straight Alpha from France named Master Jerome as he takes ownership of his first three faggots. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’m so grateful to the newest generation of straight Alphas rising among us. Raised on knowledge from the internet, these new straight Alphas intellectually and empathetically understand the purpose of faggots, and appreciate it.
They also seem to comprehend this vital truth: true power comes from ownership WITHOUT violence and cruelty. Any dumbfuck can beat an inferior male and get him to submit. But the truly powerful Alpha is worshiped willingly and eagerly by his subs.
I’ve been blessed to know many young Alphas who exemplify this new generation of Kings. Among them, Master Jerome stands apart.
At just 19 years old, I swear straight Master Jerome is already more advanced and more powerful than harsher Alphas twice his age. In fact, Master Jerome consults with these Alphas and already has the composure to reject some of their dubious advice. His integrity makes him even more powerful. What he’s done with Fag C – the one he discovered was raped and infected with HIV – is by itself the gold standard for every Protector Alpha. In my opinion, he’s one of the very greatest God Alphas to ever grace this site or my life.
Master Jerome’s first summer as an Owner of faggots is coming to an end, so he wanted to share an update:
Hey Sam, this is your Master Jerome from France.
Summer is almost over here and I can say this has been the best summer of my life. Fag C is making excellent progress with his therapy and the group of hiv+ people that I found for him. He still struggles a lot with getting fucked in certain positions, though. Last night he was my little spoon and I started kissing his neck and getting hard, we were both wearing just underwear and I went on top of him, with his ass up. He immediately said “please, don’t fuck me in this position.” In a very respectful way as always, but begging me not to fuck him without eye contact. I hate his ex-bf for having traumatized my boy, but there is nothing I can do now to change the past. What matters is that he’s happy with me and, whenever I wanna fuck him in missionary or cowgirl position, his hole is ready for me.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how different faggots react differently to different positions. Among my three boys, I deal with very distinct personalities… Fag A is a total slut (which is a huge compliment), Fag B is romantic but knows how to behave like a bitch when I want, and Fag C is my precious little fag who is always begging to be loved and protected. And these different personalities require different positions and approaches when I fuck them. I’ve been in touch with other Alphas online and most of them don’t care about how the fag reacts to their cocks, they just fuck and throw them out. I can’t blame my brothers, when my balls are full I also want to unload them as soon as possible. But taking care of my fags and fucking them in the positions they like is so much better. My brothers have no idea what they’re missing… when a fag feels respected, he behaves MUCH BETTER, becomes a truly good boy. That’s the case with my three boys now.
What I’ve been doing is: I fuck Fag A doggy style and I get quite rough, grabbing his hair or his neck with one hand, while spanking him with the other. I love to spank a fag’s ass and he can take it as rough as I want. Of course, he would take my cock in any position but he loves doggy and for me it’s the perfect way to fulfil what Fag C cannot do for me. Then I usually fuck Fag B putting him on his stomach on the bed, ass up, then I put my whole weight on him, keep his legs open, and hug him from behind, crossing my arms around his chest. He feels safe, but at the same time completely helpless because he can’t move at all unless I allow him to. And he loves it. I like to bang his hole feeling my balls touching his ass, while I kiss his neck. I found out that Fag B likes when I bite his neck, like a vampire lol not too strong to hurt him of course, but now when I fuck him I leave at least two big hickeys on his neck. He told me that the feeling of my cock stretching his pussy while my teeth mark his neck is the best thing ever, so I don’t mind making my boy happy. And then, my sweet boy Fag C, as you know, is the most fragile one. So I am way less rough with him, but always firm because I don’t him to think that we’re equals. He loves sucking my cock, so I usually give it to him for a long head, but when I’m getting close I tell him to stop and enter his pussy. Because he gets scared with my cock without eye contact (which is completely understandable), I usually start with him riding my cock, so he can feel in charge and safer. Then I move to missionary and fuck him nice and deep, shooting my load as deep as I can. And I kiss his lips during the whole process, repeating things like “you’re my good boy” and “you’re doing so great” and “you make me so proud”
So that’s it Sam, life is going really well here. Some of the Alpha I made friends with tell me to fuck Fag C in whatever positions I want, otherwise I will spoil him. They think he will eventually start answering back and refuse to serve me if I accept his terms. But I do not agree with them. My boy has been great; he’s by far the best cocksucker among the three faggots and if he is not ready yet to be fucked in the positions that traumatized him, my role as an Alpha is to be respectful. He knows his place and never disrespects me, so I don’t see any reason to fuck him in a position he doesn’t enjoy.
Take care, Sam
How can anyone not just fall in love with an Alpha like Master Jerome?
I do understand what these Alphas are trying to emphasize with Master Jerome in regard to forcing them to obey or risk spoiling them. However, Master Jerome quickly recognized that such an approach is more fetish-based than based in reality. He wants to own these faggots long-term, so he knows the importance of building and maintaining the trust of his faggots. That trust morphs into genuine (not forced) respect, something Master Jerome absolutely wants.
I dearly love the importance Master Jerome places on breeding. He recognizes the physiological and psychological power his superior cum has when he pumps it into their pussies. Every straight or gay Alpha that refuses to breed faggots is missing this vital component of true power.
As Master Jerome deepens his ownership of his three loyal faggots, it should be interesting to see how he navigates girlfriends and romantic relationships going forward. Knowing him, I imagine it will be relatively easy. I’m sure females respond to his natural influence and charisma the same as his fags do.
On a side note: what is going on in France?? I know so many Alphas and faggots in France! I realize the word “hierarchy” is of French origin, but the country remains the true epicenter of the Hierarchical movement.
And Master Jerome is the God Alpha leading us all toward a brighter and better future! Thank you, Master Jerome!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a faggot named Liam to a younger black co-worker named Master Thabo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The live-in relationships between a Master and his faggot can vary wildly from Master to Master, or even between multiple faggots of the same Master. Every situation is different, as are the preferred approaches of each Master.
In the times when I’ve been owned long-term, each Master emphasized different expectations. As the house faggot, it was my job to simply forget about any previous programming I’d received and fulfill my current Master’s preferences. Given how mouthy and opinionated I was in my early life, you can imagine the difficulties I had!
I wonder how I would’ve reacted if any of my Masters had done what Master Thabo has done with his live-in faggot Liam.
You see, Master Thabo has created a printed list of house rules for Liam to follow and obey. This list is posted in the main hallway upon entering their home, and is plainly visible to all visitors.
Visitors like Liam’s family, who live not far from them and visit regularly.
Liam shared the list with me:
Rules Of the house.
Liam is a faggot for the use of any black men
Liam will always be naked at home unless given permission otherwise by Thabo or another black man.
Liam will give up his ass and his mouth to any black man on demand.
Liam will never attempt to conceal any part of his body.
Liam will allow his body to be inspected whenever demanded.
Liam will not close any doors.
Liam’s willy will always remain locked in a cage unless otherwise directed by Thabo
I think it’s interesting that the list focuses almost exclusively on sexual service and bodily preparedness. There’s no mention of domestic duties or expectations of such.
I can only imagine what goes through the minds of Liam’s parents when they see that list mounted proudly in the home of their faggot son!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a faggot named Liam to a younger black co-worker named Master Thabo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I get a lot of questions (mainly from faggots) about how to serve Alphas they know from their workplace. It’s only natural given how much time we all spend at work and the nature of the workplace as a largely Alpha environment. Of course, approaching a workplace Alpha for service is tougher today given the stricter rules surrounding workplace harassment.
But sometimes good fortune smiles on a faggot with a pure desire to be of service.
Recently I was privileged to meet a faggot named Liam, and he told me the extraordinary story of how he came to be owned by a younger black Alpha named Thabo. The ending will really surprise you!
I am now 41 so probably deemed an older fag, and I didn’t fully start to acknowledge my status until I came across the old website about 8 years ago.
Before then I had a couple of failed female relationships, and managed to father a child.
However there was always something missing. Growing up I had interactions with other boys but had always put it down to teenage hormones.
Anyway 8 years ago I started to explore the notion of being an Alpha. It was around that time I had just broken up with the mother of my child, I was living alone, and the more I read the more I recognised myself in the stories of Alphas/Faggots.
I was a bit drunk one evening (And I have to say a bit depressed about my current situation). I went onto Grindr and started looking around me. Initially I wasn’t sure I wanted to meet, but I wanted to see what was out there – one profile attracted my attention. It was a black guy – no face pics, but he was advertising that he was looking for a faggot cocksucker. The word faggot was what struck me the most.
After an hour or two of deliberation, I plucked up the courage to say a simple hello.
What followed was a solid 5 hours of exchanging messages. I asked him about the use of that word, and explained about the hierarchy I was discovering. He recognised it too, and had also seen the FWA website. Slowly but surely he started to show the Alpha he was – coaxing me into submitting to him. That evening, even though we didn’t meet, he coaxed me to serve him – sending pictures of myself. We even exchanged phone numbers and he had me on a video call humiliating myself. I never saw his face, just his torso.
Roll on the next day and I couldn’t get him out of my head, but I still didn’t know his name, or what he looked like. I messaged him a good morning but didn’t get a response. Hours passed and nothing. Figuring it was a one hit encounter I focussed on my work – I am a junior manager at the firm I work for.
Throughout the work day I walked down to the warehouse, and started to notice the people down there – mostly black people.
I carried out what I needed to do and returned to my office, when I realised I had a whatsapp message. It was him – commenting on how I looked very different in my work suit compared to my birthday suit.
By this point reality hit in- He worked for the same firm as me. I was panicking, and pleaded with him to be discreet. He replied laughing and said don’t worry – the secret is safe for now, as long as I was a good boy. He then said for me to meet him in a rarely used bathroom next to the warehouse at 4pm. He wanted to find me standing facing the wall, hands on my head. I still didn’t know who he was!
The next two hours were a form of torture – 4pm never seemed so far away, but eventually it came, and I nervously walked down. I passed various colleagues who exchanged pleasantries, offered to go for a post work drink, and so on, and all I could think about was what was coming.
I found the bathroom, and entered, nervously. I adopted the position and waited. My mouth dry, legs slightly shaking until after 10 minutes the door opened. And then he was there, behind me. I fought every instinct to turn around, as he reached round me, undid my belt and slid down my pants and underwear. He told me to kick off my shoes and socks and step out of my pants. He then picked up my boxers, placed them over my head and told me to turn round and kneel.
I sucked him off – there and then, still unable to see him until he eventually came in my mouth.
He then pushed a sock into my mouth and pulled the boxers off my head.
For the first time I saw who he was – he worked in the warehouse and was at least 3 levels of seniority below me, yet somehow he wasn’t. He was an Alpha. He held the sock in my mouth and started to speak, explaining how he now owned me, and I was going to do everything he said, otherwise my pictures were being shared to everyone in the office.
That was my first interaction with him, and I knew from then on I was his. Of course there was some reluctance on my part – I had never been a faggot before, but he trained me. He has shown incredible amounts of patience, molding me into what he wanted.
During Covid he moved in with me, (During a period lockdowns were relaxed). Then another lockdown hit and we had a lot of time together, where he could really cement my training. He controlled everything – my phone, my clothing, even my money (He has never asked me for money, but he does control what I can spend it on). More and more I got used to being kept naked, caged and controlled. He started showing me off to his black friends when they were on zoom calls together, and damn that was humiliating.
He still lives with me, and we have progressed that now I am always kept naked at home. Everyone connected to me personally knows my status. He shares me with his alpha friends, both sexually and domestically.
We are planning to get married soon, but the service will be around me declaring my servitude to him.
I think I have covered most of our Journey, I am sure there are parts that people will want more detail on though, so happy to expand where people want it.
Fag Liam
Can you believe how well that worked out??
First of all, I’m really humbled and surprised that both Liam and Master Thabo were readers of FagsWorshipAlphas.com, the site that led into this one. That site and this one (as well as the podcast) have had more reach and influence than I ever anticipated when I started it ten years ago! While I’m sure Master Thabo needed little help from me to embrace his truth, it’s nice that my work helped Liam accept his faghood and finally take the steps needed to find fulfillment!
That bathroom encounter was a bold first move, but anybody who knows anything about black Alphas knows they fear very little. They have the dick and the power to make any opposers stand down and/or submit. But the more significant impact of his bold first move was to impress upon his new faggot Liam that he is a fearless Master who expects obedience and service wherever he might demand it.
It seems like Master Thabo has done an excellent job training Liam to be exactly that obedient slave every black Alpha deserves, including serving his Alpha Pack brothers sexually and domestically! This is a wonderful compliment Master Thabo is paying Liam, because he is proud of his faggot!
In fact, he’s so proud of his faggot that he’s planning to MARRY him! For those keeping score, this will be the FIFTH Alpha/faggot marriage to come (in part) from this site and my efforts! Name another site anywhere on the World Wide Web that can match the record of what is being accomplished here DAILY! Don’t even bother because it doesn’t exist!
I think Liam’s story should be one all aging faggots should meditate upon. Sure, Liam is just 41 years old, so it’s not like he’s ready for the old folk’s home … but he’s obviously insecure about it (mainly due to the fact that his Master is several years younger). My point is this: it’s NEVER too late to find an Alpha to serve in some way! Humble yourself and earnestly offer yourself, and Alphas will find a way to use you and incorporate you into their lives!
I thank my brother Liam for sharing his incredible story!
The above video details an interesting study involving the game Monopoly and how advantaged people are transformed by their unfair advantages. It’s a curious study in that the participants so easily slipped into bully behavior, revealing how unfair advantages lead to superiority complexes. It’s also odd that these advantaged people, after achieving their success, all attributed their success to their own power and not the advantages they were given.
This study can be extrapolated and applied to Alphas and Alphahood, of course. Alphas are given tremendous genetic and psychological advantages – better bodies, more attractive features, more aggression and dominance, more love and worship and support – and this helps to secure their place at the top of hierarchy.
The study reveals the possible natural origins of bully Alphas, as well as some naturally-bad Alpha behavior resulting from their superior advantages. There is a sort-of animal cruelty that arises when superior Alphas see and use inferior males. As this study demonstrates, it’s likely unavoidable.
But it also demonstrates another truth: hierarchy literally permeates every aspect of our society and our lives. Once you see it and understand it, you’ll see its presence and effects everywhere.
I’m Timothy, and I have a question about how to move forward.
I’m 24 years old, European, and for a long time, I considered myself a versatile bisexual guy, although I dated other guys. I’ve been in relationships, so I wasn’t hooking up, but all the time, I’ve been extremely horny. I always knew I had a lot of stamina and a willingness to dominate, but some of it surfaced just recently.
A few months ago, after a very short time being together, I married the love of my life (also because of some documentation needs). It was a spontaneous decision, but we knew we were made for each other. Up to that point, we mainly had oral sex, and I’d always put him to cocksucking, never the other way. So when we finally married, we said ok to anal sex without protection, since we tested neg for STDs (I don’t want to potentially expose my boy). And so I fucked him, and he loved it a lot. I can go for hours, and he enjoys it. I throatfuck him and put it in from the back, and he always cums ropes.
Since at the beginning of the relationship we said we’re both verse, I didn’t mind him trying to fuck me. But when we actually try, he always gets soft. He comes up with some excuse about the lube making it not work, but I feel it’s bullshit. I also realised that I don’t want to be fucked by him but just want to breed his hole, and maybe not just his. I am just so buzzed with energy; I feel like I want to dominate and dominate hard. My husband, let’s call him Fel, seems to just be a perfect bottom, or perhaps a fag; he just doesn’t know it or doesn’t want to admit it yet.
I wonder, what can I do to see how he feels about it? How can I possibly become the alpha that I know I am? Perhaps I felt limited by conventions and norms, but a few weeks ago, I came across this blog and X account previously, and I have been thinking about it. I was thinking maybe I should casually introduce him to a cage as a roleplay and see if it leads him to some more thinking.
I just know I would be a damn good alpha, but I also imagine things get complicated when there are feelings for a person. Is there any way to reach out to you for some chat and talk this more, bouncing email-style messages sometimes gets tricky hahaha.
I’d appreciate your advice! Thanks,
Tim
Master, thank you very much for writing to me!
First of all, congratulations on the marriage! It sounds like you’ve found someone with whom you are quite compatible, even more than you initially knew!
Let me get this out of the way, Master: there is no doubt you’re Alpha. You were born to be served, serviced, and worshiped.
Your husband is definitely your faggot. Now, that doesn’t diminish or demean him in any way; that’s simply his purpose. It’s okay to call your marriage mate “faggot” and use him as such because that is simply the reason he was born.
You can tell the truth of this by two things you wrote above. Firstly, the fact that you feel “buzzed all the time” tells me you’re swelling with power. Your dominance is growing.
Then you also mention how your faggot couldn’t get hard when trying to enter you. That’s because he’s not born to fuck anyone; it’s unnatural and frankly a source of great anxiety for him.
So you are Alpha, and he’s your faggot. Master and servant.
To help him accept it, you might show him this response. You might also put him on his knees and do scent training with him while using call/response to get him to admit/accept that he is a faggot. Start calling him “good boy” or “good faggot” when he pleases you. Some faggots really struggle with embracing this truth about themselves, and require safety and warm encouragement from trusted sources like a spouse. But honestly, Fel will feel so much more complete once he does.
Your idea to put Fel in chastity is intriguing. Many Masters I know are probably reading this and demanding that I recommend it to you, Master, but I won’t go that far. I certainly think it’ll do wonders for him at some point (maybe even now), but I don’t want to overwhelm him.
But as for you, Master, you’re fully Alpha already and growing more powerful by the day. I can definitely see you bringing on a fag or two for additional worship and service. Why would you ever deny yourself what you deserve as a young King?
Master, I’m always available to talk via email at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com.
When I first met Angela, the former girlfriend of the exceptional Master Andre, I thought she was part of the new wave of females who understood the true dominant needs of Alphas. I mean, here she was on THIS SITE asking for advice on how to get straight Master Andre to own and use his faggot best friend Alberto! It seemed to be a new era was dawning.
Of course, as it turned out, it wasn’t an appreciation for Alphahood that was driving Angela’s actions, but rather a selfish fetish.
I was thankful that Master Andre had avoided Angela’s trap and got rid of her, and I hoped that would be the end of it. Sadly, Angela is bitter and resentful over what happened, so she decided to write me the following letter.
I wasn’t going to publish it, but then I decided to display it to all of the straight Alphas out there watching this unfold. You straight Alphas need to make a choice – own and use faggots, or take a risk of having a hateful shrew like Angela ruin your life!
Here’s her letter:
This is Angela again. I didn’t want to say anything else here, but since the situation got out of control, I will send you just one last message. I know it is very easy to see me as a horrible person because of what I tried to do with Andre, but I never meant to hurt Alberto’s feelings. I just did what is right. Andre loves my pussy, he really does, and getting pregnant would be the best way to make sure he would fuck me forever. Yes, I wanted him to get rid of Alberto, but just because I think the faggot should be with somebody else, not with my man. I think you are all forgetting that I am the only reason why Andre fucks Alberto, otherwise the faggot would be wandering around the house hungry for his cock but would’ve never admitted what he feels. And Andre had enough women in his bed every week, so he would never consider fucking the boy. So the very least you all should do is thanking me: you should thank me for introducing them to your work, Andre should thank me for teaching him how to conquer Alberto, and Alberto above all should kiss my feet and thank me everyday for finding a way for him to suck the big cock he always wanted to suck. But no, instead of being grateful for what I have done, Andre broke up with me, Alberto betrayed my trust and told everything to Andre, and you Sam are now suggesting that I am the wrong one in this throuple. Unbelievable… I was willing to give Andre the honor to give him a child, and Alberto could just stop sucking his cock and find another man. But no, the three of you got together against me. Because I refuse to take his cock in my ass, do you really think I am selfish? Andre is selfish for not being happy with all the holes he had for him and Alberto is even more selfish for not acknowledging that without me he would be a frustrated faggot forever. I really love Alpha-fag content, I won’t lie, but I am really disappointed with the three of you. I will now just find somebody else and leave them alone, but I know question if Andre really is an Alpha man if he chooses a faggot over a hot girl. Well, I hope you are all happy now, but I don’t want to get involved anymore. I wish you all the best without me. Good luck in your life.
Okay, let me address Angela directly:
Angela, I gave you credit for helping Master Andre see the value of faggot ownership. I think Master Andre did as well.
But ultimately, you only did it to satisfy your own desires. It wasn’t about helping to serve Master Andre’s needs, but rather your own. That is the textbook definition of selfishness.
You say “Andre loves my pussy” like your pussy is somehow different from the other four billion slimy gashes out there. Master Andre loves ANY pussy; there’s nothing special about yours, sweetheart.
Again, selfishness.
I cannot even begin to comprehend how you think you can defend yourself when you tried to trap Master Andre by secretly getting pregnant by him! Do you not understand how fucked-up that is? A baby is a precious new life and responsibility, not a ploy or bargaining chip in your stupid and desperate attempt at control! It disgusts me completely. You should be ashamed of yourself, but you’re far too conceited to feel shame.
Ultimately, you failed in a contest with a faggot like Alberto because Alberto actually worships and honors Master Andre. Alberto selflessly serves Master Andre’s needs before anything else, and he faithfully guards his Master’s interests against threats like YOU.
You wouldn’t know anything about that level of submission and service, because you only know selfishness, manipulation, and lies. Master Andre was right to toss you into the trash like a used condom.
However, there is a bright side to your despicable behavior, Angela. Bitter, ignorant harpies like you are the reason more and more straight Alphas are turning to faggots for the worship they crave. And faggots will ALWAYS be there, on their knees, ready to serve.
Here’s a pro-tip: if you ever have the chance to have another God Alpha like Master Andre in your life, resist your natural impulses and use Alberto’s great example as a guide. You’ll do much better than you did here.
So I guess we are back to the drawing board with straight females. I doubt females will ever fully accept the ownership of faggots by their husbands and boyfriends. That’s okay, I guess; after all, we’ve been a DL part of Alpha lives until this point, so things will just remain the same.
But I’m grateful for strong Alphas like Master Andre who choose loyal faggots over selfish and disloyal females! If more straight Alphas did that, a change might actually happen!
The following post is part of a thread following the development of a deep Master/faggot relationship between a faggot named Alberto and his straight childhood friend and Master Andre. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When my brother Alberto wrote to tell me how straight Master Andre got rid of his conniving, manipulative girlfriend Angela (HERE), I asked Alberto to finally show his Master the entire thread concerning their lives. At the very least, I wanted to show respect to a great Alpha like him, but I also hoped he might more fully understand Hierarchy by putting his experience in greater context.
I knew Alberto would do it, because he is an excellent faggot. Good boy, Alberto! I’m proud of you!
What follows is Master Andre’s most incredible response to what he discovered. Through his words we can see the righteous heart of a natural-born Protector Alpha and true King:
Hi, I am not sure how to start this letter, but my name is Andre. You have been talking to my friend Alberto and my ex-girlfriend Angela. Last night, Alberto told me everything that goes on here and sent me a link with all the posts from Angela and himself, since April. I read every single word and at first was quite upset that my story was being shared for thousands of people without my consent. But Alberto was right next to me and told me that he did not want to do it, he just reached out to you after everything that happened with Angela. And that’s okay, it’s no reason to be mad at him.
Now that everybody knows what is going on, I’d like to know the famous Sam as well, since Angela and Alberto seem to really enjoy what you do here. What Alberto said about us is all true, we’ve been friends since we were born and I have always protected him. When we were at high school, everybody liked me, I went out with many girls, and I had no problems at all with the guys. But I lost many friends defending Alberto (and I would’ve lost all of them to protect my little brother). I remember one day that I was at soccer practice, came back to the classroom, and found Alberto alone crying at the corner of the room, with one of my closest friends laughing. The teacher hasn’t come yet, so there was just a bunch of students there. Some girls hanging out, some guys talking, and them Alberto was the only one by himself, crying and nobody was doing anything. I could feel my blood boiling looking at Alberto lonely like that, so I ignored everyone else and went to him like an arrow to the corner of the room. I first asked if he was hurt because some guys had already tried to punch him for being gay and I was always around to save him. He hugged me when I approached him, saying that he wasn’t hurt, but he was feeling embarrassed because that guy laughing (who was my friend from soccer) had spit on him. Then he showed me his uniform and there was a disgusting spit already drying out on his t-shirt.
I turned to the guy still laughing at Alberto and asked what was going on. The guy, probably thinking that I would laugh with him, just said “well, if he wants to be a faggot, he needs to get used to it.” Alberto had not stopped crying yet, he was so afraid, he was shaking in fear at the corner of the room, afraid of even looking at the guy. My only reaction was grabbing the guy with my left hand and punching him with my right hand three times, right to his face. When he tried to punch back, I spit right on his eyes and said “you’re right, it feels good to spit on a faggot”. When the teacher entered the room, she saw Alberto crying, the other guy with a bleeding mouth and spit on his face, and I was standing between them. We were all sent to the principal’s room and we were all suspended, including Alberto who had not done anything wrong, but the homophobic slut always found ways to punish him for being a victim. We went back home and Alberto couldn’t stop repeating how sorry he was because I got in trouble because of him, I told him that I did what I should have done and he shouldn’t be sorry for anything. He was really embarrassed and disgusted for that shirt with the guy’s spit, so I took my shirt off, gave it to him, and threw his shirt out. So we walked down the street side by side, I was shirtless, he was wearing a shirt twice his size. But at least nobody would hurt him with me there.
I was 17 and I know my attitude was wrong, I shouldn’t have punched the guy, nor used the expression “faggot” as a slur to insult him. I should have taken care of Alberto instead of unleashing my anger on his bully. In any case, this is just one of the many times I got in trouble to protect him and I would have done everything again if I could go back in time. The whole point is that Alberto is really important to me. He is more important than any of my family members, to be honest. I wake up everyday thinking about how to make sure he is safe, protected, and happy. For this reason, a lot of people think that I am gay or that we are a couple. And I want to make it very clear, now that my life is public here: I am not gay, I have never thought about being gay, I have no doubts about that. I love women, I feel attraction for women, and I want to get married one day and have children with a woman.
Moreover, before meeting Angela, I had always seen Alberto as a little brother, so I would never feel any sort of sexual attraction toward him, even if he was a girl. But Angela gets really horny when she sees strong men fucking submissive men, and she insisted a lot, you have no idea. She said in her first post that I said “a hole is a hole” but this is a complete lie. First, I had never thought about being with another man before. Also, I would never refer to Alberto as “a hole”, he’s the most important person in my life. What happened in fact is that Angela basically blackmailed me and after three or four fucks, she said that she would not let me fuck her again, unless I brought a third one to our bed. His pussy was a great fuck, so I tried to convince her to forget about that, but she was totally inflexible. That was the only reason why I considered touching another man. Otherwise, I would never do it. She also said that we had “the right amount of wine”, but that was not the case either. She brought a lot of alcohol one night and did not drink anything, she kept insisting on to drink a lot, but she remained sober the whole time. When Alberto and I were completely drunk, she put my dick out pretending that she would suck it, and then she forced Alberto’s head against my cock. We never agreed to do it, but we were too drunk, and I was barely reacting at that point.
On the next morning, she told me that if I didn’t start fucking her with Alberto by my side she would tell all my friends and family that I was in the closet and that I have always been Alberto’s boyfriend, since middle school, which couldn’t be more false. But I didn’t want her to go around spreading this lie, so I decided to let Alberto suck me one day and at first it was really weird, but he confessed all the feelings he had for me and said that would be a great honor if I allowed him to touch my cock. So I let him do it and I won’t lie: I started enjoying it, although it felt weird for several days until I got used to it.
Another important thing that I must say is that Angela did all this scheme because she is really into that. She would love touching herself while Alberto was on all fours for me, but she has never thought about Alberto. What she said about Alberto not being smooth for me and I got angry at him is ridiculous, that never happened that way. What really happened that night is that Alberto in fact was a little hairy and when I saw him that way I told him that I wasn’t comfortable fucking him, but I immediately said that he could just stay with us, suck my dick, and have a good time. But Angela then said that if he wasn’t ready to take my cock, he could leave and wait in the other room. I never told him to leave, she lied for you. I was too horny, so I didn’t discuss, and banged her really hard, this part is true. But as soon as I finished, I went out to get Alberto in my arms, and told him that everything was fine, I didn’t want him to be upset. Then he sucked me (much better than Angela, btw), and I gave him a load to taste before going to bed.
Anyway, I think this is enough for you to know how selfish Angela was. Alberto’s last post, unlike hers, is 100% true in every single detail. But I also want to add that, besides trying to deceive me and getting pregnant without telling me, she would always talk to me when we were alone trying to get rid of Alberto. When we were in bed by ourselves she would say things like “you know, one day you will need to send Alberto back to his house, he can’t be here forever”. She literally just wanted Alberto’s hole to get horny watching me as I fuck him, and never more. Alberto is too naive sometimes and he thought they were friends, but she only wanted to fulfill her fantasy using the two of us. Now she will need to find somebody else because I don’t want her in my house ever again.
I admit that everything is really new to me. I have been fucking girls since I was 15, but now I am also fucking my best friend and it still is a little confusing. But at the same time I don’t want to stop having sex with Alberto. The way he looks at me, the way he follows what I tell him to do, the way he cooks and cleans the whole house. It’s difficult to describe how sweet he is. I haven’t seen your whole website yet, but I feel I have a lot to learn about what you call hierarchy. I would never call Alberto a “faggot” because this is a horrible word for me, but he’s trying to show me what it really means among homosexuals. I don’t know if I am bisexual, but I don’t think so because I do not get horny watching two guys making out. But when Alberto comes to my room completely naked I can only think about putting some cum deep inside of him.
I wanted to turn this page and introduce myself to you, Sam. I have no idea about what will happen next, but Alberto is my little brother and my best friend. Just like I got suspended multiple times in school protecting him, I will never let a woman separate us, no matter what it takes.
It is nice to meet you, Sam. Take care.
Best,
André.
Magnificent! What a breathtaking ode to deep friendship, true love, and the unrelenting power of a straight Protector Alpha!
I’ll talk directly to you, Master Andre, for the remainder of this post.
Master, first of all I thank you and praise you for what you’ve grown to be and the deep relationship you’ve built with Alberto. It’s one built on now decades of trust and loyalty and love. It’s an unshakeable bond, mainly due to your powerful Alpha instincts and Alberto’s submissive devotion.
But let me clear up a few of your concerns.
First of all, you are not bisexual or gay. You’re a straight Alpha. Straight Men have always owned and used faggots, not because they’re confused or can’t get pussy, but because of the POWER they feel when they are served by fags. If you glance through the stories embedded in the right sidebar, you’ll find thread after thread of real-life stories involving straight Alphas who have discovered the truth of faggot ownership and greater power. I think you are already understanding some of that through your use and ownership of Alberto.
And Master, I can appreciate your noble dislike of the term “faggot” to describe Alberto or myself. It shows you have a good heart. But I assure you that true faggots like us do not consider the term to be an insult, but rather a validation. We faggots are made by nature to serve and please Men like you, Master. There are few things more thrilling to us than to hear Men like you say “good boy” or “good faggot” because we feel validated in our natural role. I hope you understand this, Master.
I wanted to address the awesome statement you made about your newfound desire to pump your cum into Alberto when you see him. Why do you think that is? You may not realize it consciously, but Men (and particularly Alphas) use their cum to mark their territory, to claim people as property. By feeding/breeding Alberto, you’re staking your claim as his Owner, his Master. It is the deepest possible union, as your DNA is now part of Alberto’s bloodstream and you’ve marked him body and soul. He’s your faggot forever, Master!
So what’s next? You could take additional steps of ownership, like putting a chastity cage on Alberto or maybe putting a collar on him. I’m sure chastity cages seem like a punishment to you, Master (and sometimes they are used that way), but chastity cages also help faggots deepen their submission and respect for Alpha cock. However, Alberto is such an exceptional faggot that a chastity cage may not be necessary.
If you choose to give Alberto something like a cage or collar, I do recommend that you do it ceremonially. Make it a special event. This will impress upon Alberto’s mind and heart the seriousness of it.
Master, I am so very grateful for your letter and for the privilege of speaking with you! I think you are truly starting to grasp the greater power and purpose within you, as well as your true place in Hierarchy. And, thanks to your loyal friend and faggot Alberto, you can now embrace that destiny!
You can always reach me directly at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com, Master.
