It’s statistically difficult to find true love in our world today. Something like 60-70% of straight marriages end in divorce, and gay relationships typically fare much worse.
In the Hierarchical world, deep and lasting relationships are almost nonexistent. Sure, it lasts for a while and even burns hotter than any other kind of relationship, but oftentimes one of the two (usually the Alpha) moves onto something more stable and socially-acceptable.
While my efforts on FWA and here (and across my social media) typically don’t deal specifically with finding romance (I’m a realist), I’ve been blessed to be a part of at least four marriages between Alphas and faggots. So I’m saying that love does happen sometimes, even in deeply fetishistic relationships.
I received a remarkable letter from an older faggot named Kevin. He was moved to write to me to share his experience as an exposure faggot for an older Alpha named Dennis after I railed on the worthlessness of exposure faggots. I really wanted to highlight this message, because it should give all faggots hope.
sam the fag,
i recently listened to your podcast deriding exposure fags. Maybe i can change your mind a bit. i met my Master in 2007 in the old yahoo chat rooms. We hit it off immediately and chatted regularly for several months. Then He ordered me to visit. He only lived a few hours away so i immediately got in my car. When i entered His home i immediately dropped to my knees with my head down and it felt better than anything i had done previously in my life. He ordered me to my feet because HE had other plans
He got out His camera and ordered me to strip, all the while He was taking pictures. I was nervous having Him document me that way, but i trusted Him. He then shaved me from the neck down and tied me up using the camera the whole time. Then I got my reward by sucking His dick
This type of scene happened every time we met. Eventually he would joke “too bad only the two of us know about these pictures because everyone should know what a faggot you are”. i would laugh and quickly change the subject. it made me nervous at the thought of posting my pics to the internet for anyone to see.
One day when i was home and HE texted me one of the photos he took of me and said: “post it faggot”. i did not hesitate and posted it to my tumblr account. he texted me “there is my faggot, exposed as it should be”. That made me so incredibly proud that i pleased Him and that HE wanted to show me off. This became a regular thing between us.
Master Dennis passed away in 2019 and that devastated me. Now i am an old faggot in my 60s. Alphas can have any faggot they want, so why would they want me? Sometimes i still post pics of me because it makes me feel closer the memory of my Master. Yes, i want more than that. I want to serve, and i have not given up my quest to be owned again, but in the meantime exposing keeps me in my fagspace and brings back wonderful memories.
faggot kevin
It’s funny how little memories waft into our lives like a lovingly-remembered scent, and instantly we are back with those we still cherish. This sweet tribute to a long-lost Master felt that way to me.
The Master/faggot dynamic is poorly-understood by most and definitely dismissed, but as Kevin demonstrates here, the dynamic cuts through posturing and exposes the rawness of who we truly are beneath. Masters and faggots share with each other the most primal instincts one can ever reveal, bound by a trust that defies death.
I’m so glad my brother Kevin shared his heartache and longing with me, and now to you. It’s a shared longing, a shared heartache. But ultimately, taking the gamble and exposing ourselves to risk leaves us with tender memories that carry us onward.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I’ve been pretty thrilled by the story Mike the faggot has been telling me about the training he’s receiving under the control of Master Steve. Little by little Master Steve is tightening his grip on the life of his eager faggot, stripping him of the delusions he once had about himself and teaching him how to truly serve.
In the previous post, we saw Master Steve mark his faggot pretty dramatically, cumming on his chastity cage and leaving Mike’s mind swirling and delirious. At the end of the post, I mentioned that I was excited to see what Master Steve had in store for his new faggot.
Well, I wasn’t expecting this!
The second weekend of my punishment was filled lots of firsts. I am not sure the reasons for so many test or why. But I stayed calm and felt what Master Steve was doing was for my own personal growth as well as his pleasure.
When I got to his house on Saturday, his sister was there so around her we only act like boyfriends. He only suddenly shows off his dominance between him and I around her. My cage was a constant reminder of his control. I need to write a separate just about my mental and psychological feelings, being engaged for the first time.
Saturday night when we got to bed, he once again ask me to sniff his pits while he jerked off. Of course he knew I was straining in my cage and I feel this was turning him on even more. He even allowed me to lick 2x. Once again he blew his load on my cage. Once he was fully relieved, he kissed me on the cheek and said we need to get some sleep. Here I was straining immensely in my cage so sexually frustrated with his fresh load drenched on my locked cock. It took me a while to deal with my frustration while he was fast asleep.
The next morning, before I started to make his breakfast, he called me into the bathroom. He asked for me to sit on the toilet, and then he proceeded to piss on my locked cage. I assume this was another way of him marking his territory as he did with the cum. As he left the bathroom, he told me to get in the shower because I was smelling like piss.
After I got out of the shower, he asked me have I been going to the gym? I didn’t wanna lie because I haven’t. I’ve been too embarrassed and worried about someone seeing me in my cage. I told him no and exactly why. He asked for me to get ready that we were gonna go for a little bit. He said here wear this and no underwear. It was a tight pair of nylon shorts that definitely showed off my cage.
The gym overall was not too crowded. After we did a light workout, I was hoping to head back home, but he said let’s go take showers before we go home. Mentally I went in full panic mode. When we got into the dressing room, luckily no one was in there we both quickly stripped, and we walked to the shower. The shower holds about 10 people. As we got into the shower, he stood in front of me and began pissing on my cage again. I was both turned on and scared to death at the same time looking around hoping no one would see.
He finished showering before me and left. About this time these two other guys walk in the shower and I could see them staring. They didn’t say a word. I left the shower and went to my locker Steve was nowhere to be found. About this time this black guy I believe his name is Kevin comes in and starts changing clothes. He kinda smirked and said well I never expected you to be a fag, nice cage. He asks was I self locked or did I have a keyholder. I froze for a second and quietly said Master. He smiled and said lucky guy. About this time, Steve comes around the corner and simply says yeah I’m the one that locked him. Steve looks at me and says get your clothes on. Let’s go. I see the two of them continue to talk and laugh. When I finally get ready, tell master. They say bye to each other and I see Kevin just staring. When we get in the truck Master Steve said he was proud of me. That made me feel great.
That evening was Super Bowl, his sister and several of our mutual friends came over. I was drinking beer, eating snacks and enjoying the game. At one point I got up and went to bathroom, Steve followed me into his master bathroom. He hand me an empty beer bottle and said for the rest of the evening I would recycling my piss. I didn’t know what to say. He told me to fill up the beer bottle and take it back out and drink it. I said I was not able to piss without making a mess, he grinned and said well that’s what I thought you would say, here’s a small funnel to ensure you don’t waste any. I filled up the bottle and he had his beer in hand and said cheers, we both took a drink. He said let’s get back out there and enjoy the game. He said I was to recycle until the game ended. I just said Thank You Sir.
I’m just trying to understand, is all of this punishment, testing me, or pleasing him? Just confusing.
It’s incredible how Master Steve is pushing his faggot Mike deeper and deeper into a constant subspace with targeted tasks. I want to focus on the two big ones featured here.
Master Steve decided to take his caged faggot to the gym while wearing virtually nothing to conceal it from onlookers. This is easy for a Master to command, but very difficult for a closeted faggot to perform. But Mike did it, and for that I’m very proud of him. He trusted that he was safe while with his Master.
However, Master Steve clearly had more buttons to push. The shower training was intended to force Mike to accept public humiliation and the acceptance of risk as part of his service in a dramatic way. But then Master Steve introduced a black Alpha named Kevin into the situation, and the exchange between Mike and Kevin should be an eye-opener for any faggot out there doubting how Alphas conspire together and accept the true roles of faggots in everyday life. I don’t know the relationship between Master Steve and Kevin, but clearly they’re Alpha brothers who know each other on some level. (I have yet to meet Master Steve and speak to him, so some questions remain unanswered) I told Mike privately that I believe we are going to see Kevin again, possibly to use Mike sexually. We shall see.
Then the Super Bowl party episode was another huge test, with Master Steve parading his faggot around and forcing him to drink his own piss all night. Training like this forces Mike to understand that in all normal situations he is still owned by an Alpha and Master.
To answer Mike’s final questions directly, Master Steve is both testing and training him with these tasks. And judging by Master Steve’s responses, he’s VERY pleased with his new faggot!
The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Few things rattle me anymore. I’ve been used and abused and trained and loved. I’ve been raped, and I’ve been blessed. I’ve avoided nearly dying a couple of times, and I also saved a life. I’ve been owned by some of the most magnificent Alpha Masters I’ve ever known, and I’ve been used like a whore in more back seats, stairwells, and bathrooms than I care to admit.
In 2015 I started a Tumblr site called FagsWorshipAlphas to share my experiences and theories on Hierarchy, and to my surprise the site took off. I began using the site to chronicle the incredible true stories I investigated, and in the process profiled some unforgettable God Alphas. Some of these Alphas were so powerful that they practically reached out from the very code of my rickety website and fucked the minds of faggots all around the world. I remain humbly in awe of these life-changing Alphas. They blew over me and through me like tremendous hurricanes, leveling me yet leaving the air lighter and cleaner.
I say all of this to prepare you for this statement I really want to make: I heard from Kevin’s straight Master Kenzo today, and it left me profoundly shaken and exhilarated.
Kevin contacted me and told me that his Master, Kenzo, had listened to last night’s podcast about him. This by itself was enough to cause a sharp stab of anxiety, but Kevin reassured me that Master Kenzo loved it. He also said Master Kenzo would be willing to talk to me, so I shared my email and waited.
He wrote to me. I asked him some simple, clumsy questions.
I was not prepared for what happened next.
He wrote:
It is hard to put a clear start to it, because somehow, as far as I can remember, I have always known I was special. But of course, when I was a kid, I did not fully realize it because it was all I knew. But I was always the center of attention, the other kids sought My company and followed My lead, and even adults were indulging Me much more than the others. I have always been used to it, to people taking care of My needs and complying to My wishes.
This continued when I grew up. Girls were always attracted to Me, and I could choose the ones I wanted to be with. Boys were competing for My attention and My friendship. And the weakest boys were desperately seeking My protection. Which I gave them. I recall that in My childhood and adolescence, I already couldn’t stand injustice and unnecessary brutality. So whenever there were thugs bullying weaklings, I would give them a good, hard beating.
The funny thing is that both the bullies AND the bullied would become My friends after that. The first ones would become very agreeable to Me and would no longer hurt anyone without My leave. And the second ones would be so grateful and so admirative to Me that they would do anything to please Me, giving Me foods, money, doing My homework, doing Me any favor.
When I think back, I realize that I could already have owned them and used them all as faggots. But I learned some important lessons. The strong protect the weak and, in exchange, the weak serve the strong. And when you beat another male, you become the boss. I think that this is how I started to think My place in life and in society. Doing what is right and doing good to others thanks to My strength and My leadership, and receiving praise and service because of that.
So we can see the foundation of Hierarchical power being established early on in Master Kenzo’s life. Already, nature had singled out a young boy named Kenzo and began to align the world around him. And unlike a faggot like me or Kevin, young Kenzo knew exactly what to do with it.
But then Master Kenzo grew into a mature Alpha and began to discover new levels of power:
When I settled with My gorgeous, loving, loyal and obedient woman, when I claimed her womb to father two adorable sons, even before My twenties, I knew My virility was just extraordinary. I thought by then that I had reached the pinnacle of male achievement. So, as you understand, somehow I have always known My superiority. But it is only with Kevin that I recently began to fully understand the real extent of My birthright.
Kevin is very special to My heart. I’ve known him for as long I can remember. He was always there for Me at each step in My life, encouraging Me, guiding Me. He is a great guy, the smartest person I’ve ever known. He has always been good at bringing out the best in Me, particularly My self-confidence and My desire to protect lesser beings. I have no shame to say that I am a better God today because of his dedication and his loyalty to Me.
It has not been difficult to claim him as My slave and to become his Master and Owner because, first, in a way, he always did his best to please Me and support Me, and, second, because it has evolved gradually. He has been My devoted mentor, My helpful friend, My beta submissive and now he’s My slave. He has served Me personally, financially, domestically, then sexually… So, everything went naturally and smoothly, really.
Now, keep in mind that Master Kenzo is a straight Alpha. He’s a young breeder who has created two perfect boys with his wife. According to weak, insecure fools, he isn’t supposed to even consider sexual contact with another male.
Yet it’s precisely that contact that has led Master Kenzo onward to claim infinite power.
There have been some huge steps, of course. The very first time Kevin greeted Me by kissing My feet, I felt a warm rush of power in all My body. That this smart guy I love and respect was willing to debase himself so low just to honor Me, it felt so good and it said so much about Me. I must admit that I even briefly had a few doubts, but Kevin, as always, swept them away by rightly asserting that his intellect only made him a better inferior for Me.
I will always remember the first time he served My cock, or the first time he worshiped My feet while My lady was riding My cock. But when I ass-fucked him the first time, everything became even clearer. At first, I hesitated to put My foot on his head, like I do with My side fuck girls. The first time I did that was to put one of them on line when she was disrespectful of My lady, to remind her of her place. I thought that maybe Kevin did not deserve that, so I put My foot near his head rather than on it. And then he kissed and licked My foot, and I realized he was Mine to do whatever I wanted, exactly like My side girls. I could always care for him after.
When I turned him around and fucked him looking him in the face, he kept yelling how much he loved Me and adored Me. I felt like a King, like a God. I felt again that warm rush of power, and realized I could have everything and anyone I wanted. Any female, any male is Mine, Mine to claim, to enslave and to fuck. Just because I want it. And the way he rushed to kiss My toes when I shouted at him to worship Me, that was so empowering.
All in all, I don’t feel like My relationship with Kevin has radically changed. We still love each other, but now we understand better our places. I am his Master, his Owner, he is My faggot, My slave. And I’m proud to own such a great inferior because it reflects good on Me. The better the slave, the better the Master. He lives to serve My pleasure and My happiness, and I know he’s delighted. And I still enjoy his company just as much, or even better now that I know he would literally do anything for Me, that he would obey any of My order at a glance.
I really love who I am. I am gorgeous, strong, confident, smart, fair, good. I don’t want to brag, but I don’t want to deny it either by false modesty. I just know who I am. I am a truly incredible, superior human being. And everyone knows that. I am a model for ordinary humans to admire and follow, like the ancient Gods and heroes of mythology. I deserve to be admired and obeyed.
Notice how he now views his place within the framework of human justice:
I still strongly believe in justice. I strongly believe that Hierarchy and justice are not mutually exclusive. Men are not created equals, but they do have equal rights to liberty and happiness. It’s just that liberty and happiness are not the same for everybody. For Me, they are in power and glory. For inferior males, they in service and obedience to the likes of Me.
At some ultimate level of power the cares and concerns of the average male, even the frustrated efforts of lesser Alphas, disappear. The rules that the weak cling to for safety in the darkness of their uncertain lives have no hold on God Alphas. Life becomes a child’s game to these greatest Alphas, and everything in it (sexuality, politics, direction, purpose) is distilled into simple choices they can choose on a whim.
Master Kenzo ends his letter with that thought:
I don’t think that straightness and gayness are any more relevant to Me. I love fucking My lady because she’s the most beautiful creature on Earth, I love the feeling of My dick in her pussy, and I love to reward her for the good she does to Me. I love fucking lesser girls because I can be rougher with them and every pussy and tit has its charm. And now I know that I love fucking males as well, be it face-fucking or ass-fucking, because it feels good to deprive them of their manhood just because I can. Because I am a God and they are inferior to Me.
The big change now is that I want what is rightfully Mine. One slave is not enough for a God like Me, even Kevin. I want girls and boys at My beck and call, ready to bend over backwards for My tiniest desire. I want My lady and My heirs to enjoy the perks of my Godhood. I want pussies, asses and mouths at My cock’s disposal. I know there are many inferior lives just around Me that I can enlighten with My superiority and My domination.
This is the Alpha Ascension I’ve long described here. A Man becomes an Alpha. An Alpha becomes a God. Master Kenzo now knows he owns everything, and he can pick and choose what he wants to keep. His power is unlimited, tempered only by his own choices.
It has been incredible to even receive these words and transmit them to the world. It makes all of the struggle I went through to come back so very worth it!
So women and faggots and imitation Kings of the Earth, your true God Alpha has arrived! Kneel and serve Master Kenzo!
The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
There are gods walking among us. I’ve said it for a long time, mainly because I was privileged to know and serve a couple of them in my life, and then I discovered online that there were even more of these transcendent, all-powerful Alphas. It was due to their otherworldly existence that I ever started formulating my ideas about Hierarchy in the first place.
To honor their very special class, I started calling them God Alphas.
Unfortunately, many straight God Alphas rarely allow themselves to experience the fullness of what is actually possible through the application of their natural power. They often think it’s “too gay” to rule over all lesser humans and use them for pleasure. Or it’s frowned upon by society as being too demeaning or too egotistical. Alphahood in general is under attack from political correctness; imagine how much harder it is to become a fully-realized God Alpha, a King of Kings!
This is where faggots play a critical role in Alpha development. A faggot debases itself willingly for the pleasure, enrichment, and glory of its Owner. It gives an Alpha what he truly needs to fully embody his role: WORSHIP. When an Alpha receives worship, his power rapidly grows and expands like a well-watered plant with plenty of sunlight. All of this unlocks when an Alpha owns a good, loyal, dedicated faggot.
A God Alpha is the ultimate expression of this natural power, and he is worshiped BY ALL because of it.
A few months ago I met a faggot named Kevin. He started our conversation this way:
I wanted to thank you for your effort to spread the truth about the Male Hierarchy, for it is thank to you that I finally accepted that I belong at the feet of superior men, worshipping and serving them. And it is thanks to you that I finally had the courage to tell the true about me to a very young God Hunk I had known for long, so virile He has already fathered two sons at just twenty-two! I have now the honor to serve Him and His girlfriend, both financially and domestically. The great part is that she’s completely cool about me worshipping the body of her Man and being the family’s servant! I am in heaven at the feet of this great Alpha family!
I was immediately intrigued, so I begged to know more.
To make a long story short, I have known Him since He was a little kid and I was a teenager (about seven years older), because He was the son of friends of my parents. We always got along very well and became close friends, almost brothers. And, funnily enough, He was quite respectful of me, because He saw me as something as a mentor, as I was older, more mature and, dare I say it, well-educated and smart. And then, as He grew up, I saw this little kid becoming a Man. When He was fifteen, He was already real hunk material. He became much taller than me, more athletic, more muscular, more confident, more handsome, more successful with girls. In short, I could see Him becoming much better than me. Well, I take some time to understand what was going on. But it was a beautiful thing to see this boy who was like a little brother admiring me becoming this real Alpha Male far superior than me. I began to feel humiliated and humbled by Him, and it turned me on. I realized that I have always liked pleasing Him and entertaining Him, but then I increasingly felt the urge to serve him, like a servant serves his Master. When He settled down with his gorgeous girlfriend, I thought I was jealous of Him, but I was also primarily jealous of her!
I loved that Kevin mentioned the humiliation factor in his own development. This is one thing straight Alphas do naturally and without even knowing it. Their superiority humiliates inferior males and helps them accept their hierarchical roles as betas or faggots. It is part of the silent hierarchical mechanics that shape our places within the natural order.
At first, I served Him financially. It began gradually: as I am financially in a better position than He is, He borrowed some money from me, but I soon told Him that He didn’t need to give it back because it was a pleasure to help Him! And it was! The idea that my hard earned money would benefit Him made me very excited! Very soon, I would regularly give Him 10% of my income (plus extras whenever the opportunity offered of course). I “jokingly” told Him I was paying the tithe, a religious tax to my God. He liked it very much!
As we live nearby, each time that He asked for a favor from me (driving Him somewhere, giving Him something, helping Him with the sons He sired at 18 and 20 years old, or with His house, anything) I always accepted very eagerly. Once, after He called for help at the middle of the night, He told me: “Sorry man, I was reluctant to bother you”. I answered Him: “Hey, listen, I’m going to give you a tip. If you ever wonder if you can call me, just think of me as your slave, okay?” He smiled at it, and He never hesitated to call me again.
Receiving financial service from faggots is typically where things turn for straight Alphas. Even though I’m not a huge advocate for financial domination (findom) as a replacement for actual service, it does open doors to serve straight Alphas in the hope they might use faggots more. And that was what Kevin used just to be able to serve his rapidly-developing Alpha friend to accept his power.
So we were pretty close to the point. But the definitive change occured just the summer of last year. One day during the summer, I invited Him to enjoy the pool with me at a private club of which I’m a member. And when we went to lie down on the deckchairs on the grass, I asked Him if he wanted me to move a chair to a place of his choice. He was surprised but agreed. I did so, then sat down on the ground next to Him. Then I asked Him if he wanted me to get Him something to eat at the snack bar nearby. He told me his choice, and I complied. When I returned, I asked Him if he’d like a foot massage. Oh my God! He really liked the foot massage very much, but I can say for sure I fucking loved it much, much more! I was happiest I had ever been, rubbing His feet. When He thanked me, I told Him that I was the one thanking Him for allowing me to do it! When we came back at my place, He told me He’d really liked a new foot massage as He really enjoyed the first one. Of course, I eagerly complied, telling Him he didn’t have to say “please”, he just had to tell me he wanted a massage and I would do it right away. We had a little friendly chat while I was massaging His feet. And then, after a brief silence, I told Him: “I really love pleasing you. You’re such an Alpha Male!” He looked me in the eyes, he smirked and told me “I really love having you as my submissive beta best friend.” I felt a thrill of joy and smiled back at Him. I just knew we had reached the point of explicit mutual understanding of our respective places!
Just as financial tributes can open doors to serve straight Alphas, foot worship is the way to walk through those opened doors. I’ve been preaching it since 2015: worship an Alpha’s feet! There are few more powerful visual images than a faggot kneeling before an Alpha and kissing his feet! It’s not a sexual gesture, but rather, one of honor and submission.
As Master Kenzo grew up, he of course fell in love with a beautiful woman and got her impregnated with a couple of boys. But much to his credit, Master Kenzo did not dismiss his faggot Kevin. Instead, he integrated these two halves of his developing Kingdom into one cohesive realm.
I’d like to say a few words about His girlfriend. We’ve known each other for as long as they’ve been dating and we get on well, because I’ve known Her man since His childhood. When I began to serve Him financially and at home, she enjoyed it a lot. And, as far as He told me, she had very little trouble accepting I was now clearly their family’s servant, and she doesn’t resent the private time I spend with Him. She is madly in love with Him (obviously!), and she seems to accept that He deserves worship and service from me. When I serve them both at their primary home, cleaning and cooking mainly, or looking after their sons, I always greet her by kissing her feet too, now. I’m pleased to say that we both know our place. I respect her as my superior, because she can please my Master in ways I cannot and because she has given birth to His sons and heirs. And she enjoys the perks of my services and she respects what I do for the Man we both worship. So you see, I really am the very, very lucky servant of a beautiful young alpha family.
Remarkable! I would like to emphasize that this situation is HIGHLY unusual and requires a very special type of female. Most women would be wildly insecure to have a faggot openly serving and worshiping their Alpha. So Master Kenzo picked the right woman, one who clearly understands that an Alpha – particularly a God Alpha – needs worship from all to become what he was born to be.
There is much, much more to this developing story … so stay tuned! You will be SHOCKED!
