This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of God Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Master Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend Giovanni. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When I hear dumb Alphas say they could never love a faggot, I knowingly smirk in condescension. An Alpha would need to be impossibly clueless and stone-hearted to suggest to someone like me (who has been loved by Masters, and catalogues plenty of other examples) that an Alpha can’t love his faggot.

Get the fuck out of here with that nonsense.

If an Alpha can share his body with his faggot, he can share his heart with it. No matter how powerful an Alpha becomes – ascending to even God Alpha levels of power and command – he’s never too unreachably high that he can’t be loving to the faggots he owns and uses. In fact, I would argue (and have argued) that no Man can truly embody a God Alpha without owning a faggot and caring for it. Do you mean to tell me an Alpha can share his cock, cum, piss, spit, and everything else about his body, but showing tenderness and love toward it violates some nonexistent line of conduct??

Fortunately, this site has plenty of truly astounding examples of Alphas loving their faggots. As I recently said in a post, this site has seen at least five marriages between Alphas and their faggots! Love is not a weakness, but rather a sign of security and strength. The greatest Alphas should be capable of the greatest love. I have praised so many of these glorious examples, and they are all close to my heart.

One of my favorite examples of this is the tender love Master Lorenzo shares with his faithful little faggot Giovanni.

My recent post about Giovanni suffering anal fissures from being fucked my Master Lorenzo’s big dick caused some to express concern, including Master Albert. One of the most heartbreaking aspects of that story is something I understood well, namely, Giovanni’s deep sorrow and shame over being out of commission. I felt those tears he shed. After all, I’m a human being with a wellspring of love in my heart for boys like Gio.

Thankfully, my Master Lorenzo is also a secure and powerful Alpha who also has a deep wellspring of love for his faggots. Moved by his heart, Master Lorenzo penned a gorgeous ode to the genuine spirit of his most beloved faggot Giovanni.

I’m so proud to share this with you all:

You are always celebrating the glory of great Alphas, as you should. But today I would like you to write a post to celebrate the sweetest fag of all times: my gorgeous Giovanni. I told him to tell you everything that happened concerning his anal fissure and I appreciate how you said good things about me, but I just did what any real Man should do. My sweet Gio, humble as always, wrote about this episode overlooking his own effort and merits, just talking about how amazing my presence and guidance are in his life. But I must say to you and all your audience that Gio demonstrated the best behavior I have ever seen in my whole life.

He cried for hours when the doctor told him he would not be able to take my cock for a few weeks. The only other time I saw him crying this much was when his grandmother passed away – so you can see how affected he was. I did not understand at first because it is really not a big deal, every fag has anal fissures. But he really felt as a failure, so it was not about the fissure itself, but he took this incident as a proof that he was not good enough for me. And I must admit that having a FTM boyfriend has been a lot for my good boy to deal with. I have spent hours and hours talking to both Mario and Gio to clarify that my heart has more than enough space for both of them. I guess that having this fissure was a trigger for Gio to feel a lesser faggot because he has one pussy and Mario has two. But anyway, I already handled this situation and now they are friends.

I am writing this message in praise of Gio because he showed me a lot of commitment in these past few weeks. On the following day of the medical appointment, Gio woke me up with a kiss and said “my mouth is still a pussy for you to fuck, and it will always be an available pussy for you”. No need to say that I got hard and he gave me a great blowjob. I always fuck his throat holding his hair so I can decide the pace of the throat fuck, but this time he opened his mouth so much that I thought he would break his jaw lol he really wanted to turn his mouth into a fleshlight. I fucked nice and hard, getting quite rough, his mouth was full of fag spit, and tears were coming from his eyes, but he just kept his mouth open while the tears were coming from his eyes, looking at me at all times. I stopped before I came and asked if he was okay, and my sexy fag said “I am always okay if you are having a good time, please fuck me as hard as you need and cum, breed my throat like you do with my pussy” And so I did it! I held Gio’s head with both hands I banged him hard and it was probably his best blowjob in all the years we have been together. I came on his tongue because it would not be fair to cum deep and stop him from tasting my seed. My boy was so happy, you should’ve seen his face. And since that day, I fucked his throat multiple times a week and he never complained, I literally treated his throat as a fleshlight and he just said thank you and thank you. I even did some research to make sure that there are not throat fissures lol

His hole is finally healed, so this morning I did not fuck him hard and rough, but I truly made love with my fag. I kissed him during the whole thing, I looked deep inside his eyes. I started with his ass up kissing his neck, then he rode me a little bit to make sure he would be comfortable, and then I finished in missionary kissing his face, repeating how special and gorgeous he is. And you know what, Sam? I did not cunt him because I was very gentle, but I think I cunted him mentally, because he was so submissive and obedient the whole day after I bred him. I could see in his eyes how special he felt, and I gave my sexy boy a nice load deep in his healed pussy.

So that’s it, Sam… this is not just a hot account of an Alpha banging a twink. This is my deep admiration and gratitude for having Gio in my life. I love my fag, I love Mario, and I love you, Sam.

I’ve said it before: there is practically no connection deeper or more resonant than that of an Alpha and his faggot. Why? Because both the Alpha and the faggot have to accept deep truths about themselves through each other. Each one fulfills something primal in the other: PURPOSE.

Master Lorenzo knows what Giovanni has had to fight through in order to find purpose at his feet. And Giovanni knows what Master Lorenzo was willing to do in order to have Giovanni as his property. The entire time, through every obstacle and challenge, they’ve never deviated from their purpose to each other as a Master or a faggot.

Master Lorenzo mentions how Gio was so eager to keep getting throat fucked despite the tears streaming down his face, his eyes affixed on his Master’s eyes. There’s NO WAY a God Alpha could look down at such devotion and fail to feel something.

And then came the lovemaking! Master Lorenzo slowly and deeply fucking Giovanni’s pussy, eye-to-eye and face-to-face, until he finally pumped his load deep inside Giovanni. His holy seed entering Giovanni and mingling with his blood … a God Alpha impregnating his faggot in the most significant way possible.

Master Lorenzo mentions a “cunting of the mind”. This is very true. First of all, seeding a faggot’s pussy will cause psychotropic effects anyway due to the chemical makeup of cum. But something else occurs when a faggot gets fucked like this – scratch that, made love to like this: the faggot falls in wondrous, awe-inspired love with its Master.

With all of the recent trouble involving Mario, Giovanni has felt like a lesser possession. He can’t compete with Mario’s transsexual versatility or status in Master Lorenzo’s life.

But Master Lorenzo making love to Giovanni reminded Gio that he truly is valuable to his great God Alpha Master. That he is not just useful … he is loved and appreciated!

Can you see what is possible when an Alpha and a faggot come together in loyalty, honesty, and purpose? It’s not just hot sex. It’s much more powerful than that.

It can be love.

I thank you and praise you, Master Lorenzo, for not only your unsurpassed example, but also for your love! And I thank my baby brother Giovanni for his heart and his love, too!

Always,

sam the faggot

For faggots, the chance to find a Master that truly loves and cherishes us is rare, indeed. I have lost at least two such Masters in the past, relationships shattered by my own jealousy and pride. What a fool I was to lose such powerful straight Alphas over a simple failure to be obedient and treasure the rare gift they offered me!

Faggots fail this simple test far too often. It’s one of the many reasons why I started this site, to teach faggots the truth so they might learn to appreciate the opportunity to serve these greatest Men in whatever capacity and remain humble and grateful every day.

Little Loic was recently tempted by some female friends to rebel against his straight Master Jerome, but he eventually listened to me and gave up his virginity to his Master.

But Loic’s good outcome moved a faggot to write a mournful account of a time when he made the wrong choice. There is a lot of wisdom in this beautifully-written ode to a long-lost Master.

Hi Sam, I have just read the beautiful story of Loic surrendering to Jerome and would like to share my story as well. My English is not great, so my apologies if this letter is hard to read.

I am 32. When I was 23, I met a guy at college. He was also 23 and treated me really well. He had a dominant presence and was a natural leader. It took a few weeks for him to hit on me and ask me out for dinner. He treated me like his little princess, took me to the movies, then we went to a beautiful restaurant. He paid for my tickets, the restaurant, the wine, and everything else. He gave me a ride home and kissed my cheek, and didn’t even try to kiss my lips because at that point I was still confused about my sexuality. We went out for the movies two more times and in our third date I let him kiss me. He held my neck, touched my face very gently, but with a firm hand and we made out in his car. His hands were gentle but so firm that his kiss was telling me that there was only one Man in that car. I felt safe in his arms and at that moment I understood that I am a faggot, even though I knew nothing about hierarchy back then, and would never use a word like faggot to describe myself.

He was bisexual and had already fucked many girls, but had never been with a guy or faggot. I was a virgin, and he told me that he wanted me to be his first time with another man. I was very much influenced by my female friends, I did not have any friends with other faggots or straight Men, so all my references were female. Just like Loic, I had a WhatsApp group with them where we shared all our sexual experiences. When I talked about him to my friends, they said “don’t you let him fuck you before he asks you to be your boyfriend! Be difficult!” I followed what they said and told him that I would only suck his cock or let him fuck my virgin ass if we were boyfriends. He agreed, bought me flowers, and asked me to be his boyfriend. It was all very romantic and felt like a dream.

His dick was nice and thick but not too big to hurt me. He was very patient, used a lot of lube and even wore a condom when I asked him. Later I learned how rare it is to find an Alpha who agrees to wear a condom. He took my virginity as King takin ownership of what is his, and he came all over my belly, it felt amazing. But then I made a big mistake: after he came, I asked him if he was going to suck my dick for me to cum. He said no, but he spat on my dick and gave me a handjob while kissing me. I came on my belly and my cum mixed with his dry cum. I was covered in cum and tried to hug him. He said that he wanted to take a shower because he was not comfortable with all that cum touching his skin. We took a shower together, came back to his bedroom, I sucked his cock again and when he was getting close and asked me to take his load in my mouth, I said no and when he was getting close, I just jerked off his dick and he came on his own belly, his cum made a mess on his crotch, belly, and even on his balls. He said “come on baby, clean my cock now”. But instead of licking off his precious cum, I just took a tissue and cleaned him, and he went to take another shower while I waited in bed.

My first reaction was to text my friends. I said “girls, he fucked me!!” and they wanted to know everything about it. I said he was respectful and gentle, but then I said that he refused to suck me and he wanted me to clean his cum with my tongue. My three best friends said that he was toxic and that if he didn’t suck my dick I should not stay with him because he was no treating me the was I deserved. One of my friends had broken up with her boyfriend a month before because her ex wanted to fuck her ass and she broke up with him just because he wanted to! She said that it was “too much” and that her pussy deserved a man who knew how to enjoy it.

Anyway, I dated this wonderful Man for 6 months and he firmly stated that he loved me but would not suck my dick. It was a big no for him. And he was really sweet, he would say things like “baby, if you really want a blowjob, we can have a threesome, maybe find someone who will bottom for us at the same time, I want to see you happy” But I was so convinced that a man must suck my little clit that I broke up with the most amazing Alpha I have ever met after 6 months. And the worst part is that I felt really sad when I did it, but in my mind I was thinking that I was so powerful and empowered, while my friends reinforced how wonderful I was for breaking up with him.

He fucked me for 6 months, almost 10 years ago, but I can still feel the taste of his beautiful cock in my mouth. Last week, I was alone at a shopping mall and saw him after all these years. He was holding hands with a gorgeous boy, probably ten years younger than me. He is now 32 like me, and the sexy boy is probably in his early twenties. The boy had a beautiful smile on his face and my eternal Alpha was also laughing, having a good time. I felt happy for him, he deserves to be happy and be worshipped as the King he is. I am also happy for the boy, who seems to be a good submissive boy for him and now is owned by this extraordinary Man.

I know that I will be happy again one day. There are other great Men in the world and now I have the proper mindset to please an Alpha. However, the 10 years I lost will never come back again. I could have had a decade of happiness under the feet and in the arms of a King, but I lost him and I feel so embarrassed that the reason why I lost him is just because he did not want to put my pathetic little clit in his mouth. Even worse: he rimmed me really well, he used his tongue in my hole with all the experience he had with girls, so it felt amazing. But I was a stupid fag, now I need to deal with the consequence of my actions.

This is all to say that Loic is a beautiful young boy and deserves to be happy. So PLEASE BABY BROTHER, DO NOT LISTEN TO YOUR FEMALE FRIENDS! They do not say these things to ruin our lives, they are trying to help us. Talk to other faggots, talk to Alphas, talk to straight Men who do not use fags, but DO NOT ask women for sexual advise.

I am sure I will be happy again, but you can be happy right now, Loic.

We experienced faggots speak like ghosts, warning faggots of the future to avoid the mistakes we made. in the past. We share the scars on our hearts, scars made of regret and stupidity. And in those lonely moments, we remember the gentle power of the Men who once owned us.

And we cry.

Just like this unknown fag brother, I want nothing more than to spare my younger fag brothers the pain that we suffer. Trust me, the only way to avoid it is to be submissive, be grateful, and be humble. Serve your Masters with all of your hearts, because any deviation from that path could lead to catastrophic loss.

So cling to your Master the way a baby koala clings to its parent. Obey him, and thank him every day for his benevolent power. Only then can you have a life filled with hope and wonder at his feet, rather than looking up in desolation!

A Man and his faggot can be beautiful, touching, and warm.

As a Man takes ownership of a faggot, the faggot puts its trust in the Man to train it, protect it, and use it to the fullest.

In return, the faggot’s submission, grows the power of the Man.

A perfect symbiosis.

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the adventures of Avi, a 21-year-old faggot discovering the wonders of cunting and deepening his submission to Alphas! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

People were pretty excited to read the thread developing here about a faggot named Avi who was being cunted by his childhood friend (who still remains unnamed!). All along I have been urging Avi to actually submit and ask this Alpha to take official ownership of him. After all, definitive ownership would be great in developing Avi’s submission, but also help to elevate his Alpha friend to his proper place hierarchically and teach him deeper truths.

Avi agreed. Right before Thanksgiving he wrote this: The Alpha as a childhood friend has been invited by mother to our Thanksgiving celebration this evening, so I intend to ask him to own me today. I believe he will say yes. I will keep you updated.

Well, during yesterday’s Thanksgiving festivities Avi decided to take a bold step. Check this out!

The Alpha and I talked once he got into the house. We both went to speak first, and I stopped myself and he told me that I was his, and I told him I was about to ask to be his. We stared at each other and just laughed, as we realized I’d been his from when we first met in first grade. He told me we were going to have our own ‘celebration’ before the Thanksgiving one. He ordered me to my knees, and fucked my face so good I came three times just from servicing his delicious smelling and tasting cock. Then he bent me over my bed, and cunted me again! He fucked me for two hours, with a couple short breaks in between. But I kept cumming and shuddering, and my mind kept getting deep into subspace as it broke over and over. Again, I felt like I was looking at Apollo descended from Olympus, like he was the sun around which I orbit. Then, he was sweet enough to hold me as I came back to myself, and clean me up, and then we went down to Thanksgiving dinner together, and he fingered my pussy throughout the dinner. And when it was over, and the others were distracted with festivities, we snuck off and I spent the rest of the time serving his cock, getting cunted again, even though I was coming dry at that point, even though my pussy kept quivering. He told me to give him the key to my clitty cage, and that he wants me plugged when not fucked. And I’m to keep dressing rather effeminately, but to now add a slutty edge.

I am so happy to be owned.

Beautiful!

It’s great to see that Avi’s former friend/new Master already has the instincts needed to properly own a faggot. I loved hearing that he held Avi and helped Avi recover after such an explosive cunting session! Many Alphas ignore aftercare (because, of course, Men don’t require aftercare), but this Master does appreciate the need to help a faggot recuperate after being fucked by his powerful Alpha cock! I imagine some of that stems from the fact that they’ve been friends since early childhood and there are some deep emotions involved.

I just knew it wouldn’t take much for Avi to convince his Alpha friend to take ownership of him! As faggots, we must be brave like this! In many cases we are introducing the very thing many Alphas need but don’t realize it yet. These Alphas are a bit like Mr. Anderson in the movie THE MATRIX, stuck inside an ill-fitting world and conditioned to conform, when in reality they are actual SUPERHUMANS like Neo. And just like Mr. Anderson had to be tempted down the “rabbit hole” and shown the truth, so do these Alphas!

Brave faggots like Avi show the way!

One of the precepts of this site is the truth that Hierarchy is the foundation of all aspects of human society, especially within close interpersonal relationships, and any deviation from one’s purpose within Hierarchy usually ends up failing due to imbalance. It’s how I’ve always been able to predict outcomes between males, because invariably all males find their center of gravity within the Hierarchy paradigm.

That is to say: we all must find and fulfill our hierarchical purpose in order for our lives to have satisfaction, peace, and meaning.

Again and again I’ve covered true stories that plainly illustrate this fact: anytime there’s a problem within a relationship, check how things are going Hierarchically first. You will usually find the trouble there.

Today I received this wonderful story from a faggot named Dean. He’s been married to his husband for six years, but things slowly began to fall apart. Notice what happened here:

Sam, I just wanted to tell you how the hierarchical truth saved my marriage. After being together with my husband for 6 years, this summer we were on the verge of divorce. We both felt that sex was not satisfying for neither of us and our relationship did not make us happy.

The night that he was packing his things I couldn’t stop crying and that made him frustrated and furious with me. At one point he lost his patience and, full of rage, he pushed me on the bed and fucked me almost like an animal. I cried even louder but, far from making him stop, he pushed his socks into my mouth and continued using my hole. That night he cunted me and I realised I was a faggot and that I needed to submit to him to save our relationship.

Until that moment we had a vanilla relationship and we gave each other pleasure, but since then I can proudly say that he is my Master. I suck his dick every morning until he comes and then he leaves to work leaving me leaking and in heat. He knows that when he comes back in the evening my hole will be wet and ready. It’s almost ironic that, now that he doesn’t reciprocate blowjobs and doesn’t let me come, I feel more satisfied than ever. My aching balls are a constant reminder of his power.

love,

Dean

What my brother Dean describes is exactly what I’ve been preaching my entire life, but specifically online here for ten years. As he says, it’s “almost ironic” that giving up personal physical pleasure and living to serve actually devote everything to serving the needs of the Alpha partner brings much greater pleasure, but in reality it’s NOT ironic because that is exactly how Hierarchy works.

The problem here is that people try to think they know better, that Hierarchical rules don’t apply to them, that there are not “roles” they should fulfill … but then they live unhappy and unfulfilled lives because of their refusal to understand and accept the truth!

Almost anytime I’m asked to look into a troubled relationship, it’s always a hierarchical issue. I’m like a chiropractor, searching through the skeleton and finding the hierarchical bone out of place. If we look at larger society, much of the marital unhappiness across the board stems from a lack of obedience to hierarchical realities. Women want to be equal to Men, and Men are abdicating their natural leadership roles so they can become soft video game players instead of the MEN who once built our world.

Once Dean accepted his role as his husband’s devoted faggot and began fulfilling it, notice how naturally his husband slipped into his proper role as well! And viola! their marital troubles evaporated like morning dew!

Lesson: always obey your hierarchical purpose!

Thank you, Dean, for sharing such a personal story of success!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a 57-year-old married gay Alpha who is recovering his Alphahood after many years of latency. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

This site has been a labor of love for me for ten years. It’s not just a porn site (although it has a lot of the best porn!), and it’s not just a site that deals with fetishes (it’s covered them all!). It’s my attempt to create a deep, meaningful, and honest exploration of something that affects every male (and consequently every human) on the planet: HIERARCHY.

It hasn’t been easy. The site itself has come under attack multiple times by both hackers and by people falsely accusing me of lying. I’ve been cancelled more times than I can even attempt to count. But the site remains thriving to this day because I’m a stubborn and resilient faggot, and also because the site has achieved some remarkable, difference-making discoveries.

One of the most vital discoveries – one I’m most proud of – is something I called “Alpha latency”. It’s a (now proven) explanation for what happens to some Alphas (typically from childhood trauma) who fail to embrace their natural Alpha gifts and instead take a more submissive position in life. When I first encountered it in a straight Alpha, I was baffled. But my subsequent cure of his latency and the complete turnaround he immediately experienced set me on a course to document many cases of this most frustrating phenomena. Since then, I’ve helped a lot of Alphas understand, face, and overcome this barrier to great power and glory.

The hardest cases of Alpha latency involve gay Alphas. I have theories on this, but mostly I do think that gay Alphas have extra layers of pressure (beyond possible child abuse) to conform to society expectations of Men, as well as the gay agenda of equality. All of these elements confuse young, developing Alphas and misdirect them into a life inferior to what they were born into.

The latest case of Alpha latency is a 57-year-old married gay Alpha named Nick. I’m going to present his case here as it was presented to me, then I’ll discuss further after.

I’ve been reading your stuff on Alpha Latency and Alpha Ascension. I didn’t change teams until 25 so I’m a late bloomer. For 30 years I considered myself Beta Dom per your chart. But I now think I’m ascending to bottom rung of alpha hood as a latent alpha.

But I am really conflicted because if you read Fagmaster’s Ultra Faggot he lists categories for: The Cocksucker, Cumjunkie, and Glory Hole Whore. I call myself a Top who loves to suck dick and swallow cum. Don’t like anal, just oral. But otherwise I would call myself Alpha.

So I’m conflicted because those 3 behaviors around sucking dick are squarely in the faggot zone.

I am 6-4, 205 lbs, 57, good looking silver Daddy, but just normal body, not muscle builder. I was fat most of my life so never had positive body image. Recently lost a lot of weight on Wegovy so I now have normal BMI and hot silver Daddy looks. I never learned what it felt like to be hot and have guys hit on you, because it never happened. I think these insecurities held me down my whole life 

I have success is my own business and friends joke that I always seen to fail “Up” which are Alpha traits. I am very smart. I recently started having faggots over to my house and use them, fucking both holes viciously, with the rut, and cunting. And frequent the bathhouse to fuck random holes. All alpha traits. I have ED at my age so I have to use Trimix but it gives me a  rock hard dick for 4 hours which is perfect for the bathhouse. I’m about 6.75 inches. My husband says I have a nice dick and he married that dick (an owned faggot trait btw see below). I am confident now walking around with the towel around my waist with not a fat belly anymore and boner tent in the towel asticking out. (I used to be shy & introvert). The bottoms grab my cock tent when I walk by and beg to be fucked. This is alpha trait.

When I was a teen I had dorks from the neighborhood try to befriend me out of the blue which I didn’t understand at the time. Another alpha trait. I would call myself a protector alpha.

I was never athletic; sucked at soccer in 3rd grade and never tried any other sports. This lack of athletic soccer skill instilled a profound lack of physical confidence in me and insecurity my whole life, plus I was fat. Never wanted to compete with other Men. No sports. No gym or muscle building.

Only recently do I think I’m seeing Alpha latency in myself after reading your material, Sam. (Ty!)

I bottom for my beta husband once per quarter as a marital courtesy. And I’ve been practicing many of the Alpha ownership techniques that Fagmaster talks about in Alpha-Beta to help my beta husband self actualize as a total slut. E.g. He’s taken 1100+ dicks and 325+ loads YTD. A true cock slut that Fagmaster talks about.  He’s a Flight attendant who gets dick and loads on every layover. Bathhouse 2-3x per week. Cruising park. Apps. I love to suck the cum out of his cummy hole, and the fuck it and churn the other guys’ cum. My husband will go out and bring me back a cummy hole since he knows I love it so much (and of course he gets fucked and used in the process: win-win)

My husband is under me on the hierarchy but I wouldn’t call him faggot. He’s Beta-Dom. Since starting T replacement therapy 3 years ago, I’ve seen his behavior change where he now tops 50% of the time, but he is still a total bottom sling slut taking all cocks and all loads. I’m about to setup his first motel cumdump event. He’s ready for it and wants to do it.

Have you met any people like me that exhibit attributes of both Alpha and fag? I supposed humans are complicated creatures and don’t fit nearly in a rigid box. I took your test “Am I a Faggot” and the score said “No”. But my intellectual brain has dissonance on how can I be alpha when I love sucking cock and swallowing cum (and felching cum out of my husband’s hole) in which are squarely faggot traits?

Or my husband has all the faggot characteristics that Fagmaster describes in Ultra Faggot, yet he tops about 50% of the time and deposits his load into the bottom. Which is another contradiction.

Sam you really provide a great public service and I’m happy to see you’re back and monetizing your passion. I would really welcome your thoughts on classifying me and my husband.

Here was my response to Alpha Nick’s myriad questions:

Sir,

Thank you very much for writing to me in great detail about your situation! I love learning about these sometimes complex hierarchical situations, especially ones like yours that are complicated by years of gay counter-programming, frequent role changing, and suppressive forces that confuse so many. 

I’m going to try and hit what I feel are the main points of your letter. Please forgive me if I miss something you feel is important. I really want to cover it thoroughly.

First of all, my current chart does not have “objects” listed separately. That was an old and discarded diagram. I only ever had “object” separated that way because I kept getting push-back from faggots who want to be known as “objects”, I thought (and still think) that such a thing is merely a fetish, and unrealistic for long-term functioning. So I finally discarded it and went with my gut. A faggot is generally equal to other faggots, regardless of function. However, I did publish my faggot hierarchy (HERE) in which I gave a rough outline of how I think faggot hierarchy works, but I don’t apply it stringently. 

I certainly don’t (nor ever did) fully agree with FagMaster on a variety of issues related to Hierarchy. He was more concerned with the fetish aspects of it, treating hierarchy as a kink rather than a unifying theory of Male behavior as I do. In my conversations with him, I could never get a satisfactory answer about whether or not he actually ever owned or used faggots. His writings on the subject were impressive, though, especially if he made it all up in his imagination. But we will never know, because as you said FagMaster has disappeared.

As you mention, one huge difference between FagMaster and myself is hierarchical classification. I felt FagMaster’s take was lazy and unfair to the many betas out there who would never submit to a male, and his view never properly addressed the actual mechanisms always happening between Men. Mine, on the other hand, has been sharpened like a surgical instrument at this point, so much so that I regularly use it to predict outcomes of ongoing situations. 

My hierarchy pyramid has received multiple revisions since I started in 2015. My proudest moment was the revelation that came to me while in prison, when insights I gathered inside helped me see the true nature of Alpha hierarchy. I was close to correct before prison, but one newly-added element  – the “God Alpha” – connected the dots. 

Given the examples even in your distant past, it’s very clear you were always Alpha, Sir. The deference you received from inferiors, the natural submission offered to you from both the general population and lovers clearly indicate that other people always saw what you are. It’s a shame you didn’t recognize this earlier, because you might’ve been inspired to shape your body into a reflection of the natural alphahood you possessed since birth.

Therein lies the issue. I think gay Alphas have many more problems with Alpha latency than straight Alphas do (although I’ve helped many straight Alphas as well). Unlike straight Alphas, gay Alphas have the typical issues that sometimes cause latency (including childhood abuse), but they also have the suffocating stigma of being a GAY MALE. Society views gay males as “lesser Men” regardless of their masculinity or perceived Alphahood, and this can serve to push gay Alphas into latency because internally they feel inferior to straight Men or “disappointing” to others in general. 

Just hearing your story gives me confidence to say that your latency springs from at least some of that stigma, which led to body issues and a lifetime of suppressed Alphahood.

I have a few suggestions, Sir. I’m curious about your thoughts on them.

First of all, I think you should entirely stop being topped by your husband as a “courtesy” fuck. Your husband needs to more fully embrace his place your faggot (or something closer to that). It’s time for you to understand that Alphas generally don’t get fucked by other Men, but especially by someone who is absolutely lower hierarchically. It may sound silly, but I promise you that imbalances grow and cause issues if not cut off and corrected.

As for your apparent desire to suck dick, it might be a residual effect of being a gay Man who spent most of an entire life trying to be an average gay Man. However, as is becoming more and more evident, you are NOT an average gay Man. You are a gay Alpha. I do think the more you are served and worshiped (and as you lean more into that truth), sucking dick and licking strange male cum from your bottom husband’s ass will become much less appealing. It might be a hard habit to break, but I think it will just drop off like a gangrenous body part. Just embrace your Alphahood and leave behind the vestiges of latent behavior that have held you back for far too long! 

I will say that I’ve never dealt with Alphas who exhibit the traits of both Alpha and fag for very long. Once latent Alphas truly embrace the truth of their situation, they usually let go of those fag characteristics, primarily because those fag acts remind them of a time when they were confused about their purpose. The joy of finally understanding their latency and becoming free to use their great power proves to be much more intoxicating than submitting to another Man.

You have a journey ahead of you, Sir. Given your circumstances, it might be a harder road than other latent Alphas I’ve encountered. But if you embrace your truth and start making more decisions to benefit yourself, I have no doubt you’ll get to be exactly where you’re meant to be, Sir! 

I hope to hear back about your progress! 

You can kind of see how so many years of experimentation and role swapping – things quite common and encouraged among ordinary gay couples – have warped both Alpha Nick and his husband away from their innate purposes. There’s nothing wrong with that as long as they’re happy, of course, but that’s the point: Alpha Nick isn’t happy. He senses the power just beyond the wall. He needs to learn to dismiss the old tropes of his once-ordinary life and embrace the magnificent glory he was born to have!

I hope he can do it. Fifty-seven years is a long time to be buried, and it’s easy to get comfortable in a life that is generally working well.

But what could that life become? Only Alpha Nick can find that out!

I rarely dream about being in love.

My lifetime spent in service to Alphas has largely made the possibility of being in love an impossibility. I’ve certainly been in love with a couple of my Masters, straight Alphas who could never fully return my love. And I’ve had people in love with me, mostly girls to whom I could never return affection.

Thirty years of service to Men have passed since my heart first opened like a hopeful flower in my foolish youth. They have been years filled with the wonders of discovery, of purpose and discipline. Yet they remain like cold stone sculptures in the statuary garden of my life.

But occasionally my subconscious allows a sunrise of a dream of love to warm the concrete and grow the smothering ivy choking it.

A dream of being in love, it happened last night. I want to share it with you.

I was a proper English lad in the early 20th century, maybe between the World Wars. Like all proper boys of that time, I was dapper in my crisp white shirt, black tie, and black wool slacks.

Matching me almost exactly in dress was my Alpha, William. Ah, William! He of the chiseled jaw, the confident smile, the jet black hair slicked back, his sharp, dark eyes peering like an animal from beneath his low, shadowy brow.

We were on the third floor of a cavernous English mansion, seemingly alone and safe. William sat confidently on a tall bannister that stood guard against a precipitous drop to the ballroom floor below. And I was between his legs, my head in his lap.

His large, heavy hand gently stroked my head. I’d never felt such a breathless peace before. It was like being a boy at home, wrapped in a favorite blanket while held by Mom … except there was a sort of electrical excitement quivering beneath the surface. The whole world felt alive in that moment, simultaneously infinite and intimate, and endlessly possible.

William began humming, just random notes I think, but in them I heard a song.

Excitement overwhelmed me and I popped up with a huge, child-like grin, and kissed his surprised face right on his cheek. I began spinning in a dance across the dark hardwood floor, singing the lyrics to William’s tune as they arose from my heart.

With our love in bloom,

I’m singing a tune,

That could lead careless lovers off a cliff,

And if that bloom had a scent,

Of poisoned intent,

You’ll forgive me for taking a whiff.

My dance took to a third-floor balcony overlooking a stately garden courtyard. Encircling the rear of the house were a series of closely-arranged marble columns three stories high.

In my pure, fearless joy I leaped from the balcony to land precisely on the top of the nearest column. As William protested, I jumped again to the next column, except this one was covered in vines and topped with moss. I slipped slightly, and I nearly plunged to my death.

I lowered myself and laid on my stomach on top of the column, fear gripping me as I breathlessly gazed at the concrete below.

“Are you alright?” asked William. He had leaped right to me and was standing over me. I looked up and saw his shiny black dress shoe near my face.

My William is here to rescue me! Foolish me! I thought. I instantly felt completely safe … and completely ashamed.

I carefully crawled on my belly until I could properly reach his feet, and then I tenderly kissed his shoe with all of the gratitude I could express.

“Good boy,” said William. “Good boy.”

And then I woke up.

I’m not sure why I felt the need to share this with you all. Partly it’s for the sake of my own memory, since I don’t want to lose William’s nonexistent love.

But maybe I want to share it as a kind of warning. Being a faggot and living it properly can sometimes be like trying to find the treat in a maze that has no treats and all dead ends.

That sounds more hopeless than I intended, but it’s true. We are born to a life of service to Alphas who can love us like a favorite dog (which is itself a powerful love), but it’s not like being in love.

Our Masters will most likely never be in love with us. We were born disposable, stamped with an invisible sell-by date. Every dismissal, every passing year, every new wrinkle … they all add to the weight of that eventual reality.

I’m proud to be a faggot. I’m not sad about the purpose selected for me, nor regret my enthusiastic fulfillment of that purpose.

But aside from Baby Boy, I’ve never known truly reciprocal love in my adult life.

Except when my mind, in a flash of merciful sunlight, allows me a moment to dance in it.

Always,

sam the faggot

This was a sad-but-familiar story I found on Facebook and reproduced it here for posterity. It’s a real-life BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN in some respects, and just as haunting.

They loved each other for decades, captured it all on film, and then had to pretend they were just friends.

In a small Canadian town called Havelock—the kind of place where everyone knows your name and your business—two men built a life together that couldn’t be spoken aloud.
Len Keith came from money. His father was a successful businessman, and Len himself served in World War I before returning home to open a garage in the 1920s. He was respectable, industrious, the kind of man small towns celebrate. He was also in love with another man.

Joseph “Cub” Coates came from humbler roots. He was a harness racing driver with rough hands and a quiet presence, a fellow war veteran trying to make his way. What he lacked in privilege, he made up for in heart.

And somehow, in a world that could destroy them for it, they found each other.

Len had a camera. In the 1920s and ’30s, he took photographs—not the formal, stiff portraits common to the era, but candid shots that captured something more. Two men standing close, bodies relaxed in each other’s presence. Two men who looked at each other the way people look at home.

These weren’t accidental photos. They were deliberate acts of documentation, quiet rebellions against erasure. In a time when being gay could cost you your job, your home, your freedom, even your life, Len was creating evidence that they existed. That what they had was real.

They couldn’t have the things other couples took for granted. No mortgage in both names. No wedding. No public acknowledgment. Just stolen moments and a small town that couldn’t know the truth.

Because the truth was dangerous.

Sometime in the 1930s or 1940s, suspicion grew too loud. Len was forced to leave Havelock. The photographs stop. The story fractures.

By 1940, Cub married a woman.

We’ll never know how much of that was survival instinct, and how much was a heart forced to move on. What we do know is this: their friend John Corey kept the photographs. He called them boyfriends. And decades later, he donated those images to the Archives of Ontario, ensuring that Len and Cub wouldn’t be forgotten.

Those black-and-white snapshots are now some of the rare surviving evidence of queer love in early 20th-century Canada. They show us men who loved each other when loving each other was criminal. Men who found joy in the margins. Men who deserved the world but got only what they could hide.

In 2022, researchers Meredith J. Batt and Dusty Green published Len and Cub: A Queer History (Goose Lane Editions), piecing together their story from photographs, records, and the fragments history left behind. It’s a book about love, yes—but also about loss, erasure, and the quiet bravery of living authentically when the world demands you disappear.

Len and Cub never got to grow old together publicly. They never got matching monogrammed towels or a dog or a front porch where neighbors waved. They got secrecy, separation, and silence.

But they also got something powerful: each other, for as long as they could.

And now, because someone cared enough to preserve their story, they get to be remembered—not as rumors or footnotes, but as what they were.

Two men who loved each other. Two men who mattered.

Their story reminds us that queer people have always existed, have always loved, have always fought to carve out space for joy even when the world offered only shame. And it reminds us that every photograph, every letter, every scrap of evidence we preserve is an act of resistance against forgetting.

Len and Cub deserved better than the world gave them.

But at least now, they have this: their story, told in full. Their love, finally spoken aloud.

😔

Occasionally I come across a clip that reminds me of some of my past straight Owners.

Like this one.

The Alpha/fåggot dynamic doesn’t need to be about cruelty and violence. It can also involve an appreciation for each other’s purpose.

And yes, even love.

#HierarchyIsTruth

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!

Frat Alphas are a lot of fun. They play rough, of course, but these elite frat bros do everything with good humor and a keen understanding of hierarchical roles. In fact, the fraternity system is yet another manifestation of hierarchy, so it’s no surprise to see the Alpha/fag dynamic playing out within it.

Like most faggots, I’m drawn to frat Alphas because they are high-testosterone sex machines who are unapologetic in their use of inferiors for their own pleasure. But I particularly love frat Alphas because they like to play with smart-ass faggots like me (and I like to play right back). It’s easy to ingratiate oneself with these frat Alphas, because they are generally so open and confident.

Just be careful not to fall in love with them!

I have no idea if Master Joe is going to college or is in a frat, but he’s the prototypical frat Alpha anyway. He’s a cocky, competitive, and hilarious Alpha who freely enjoys all of the worship he receives. I imagine being owned by him would be like being owned by a Golden Retriever (I mean that in the best possible way). I’ve never seen him, but I would still sum him up in one word: ADORABLE.

His ongoing competition with his best Alpha friend is one of those examples of his adorable frat Alpha traits. As you recall, Master Joe took ownership of his best friend’s little faggot brother in order to playfully humiliate his friend. And ever since Master Joe has been upping the ante on this competition, accomplishing things his friend could only imagine (and handily winning the competition!).

The latest accomplishment for Master Joe is a doozy, but it’s also very revealing:

Hi Sam, this is Master Joe, the Alpha you love

I have great news and I am sure you will be happy for my conquest. Do you remember when we talked about how much my best friend wanted to have a 3some but his girlfriend would never accept it? Well, I scored one more point against him last weekend LOL

I met a sexy girl on a dating app, a total slut lol I told her that I wanted to fuck her hard and she enjoyed my dick pics. But my requirement was having my fag boyfriend with us. She loved the idea and then I went to convince my fag. At first, he did not like the idea at all and felt uncomfortable to get naked next to a girl, he tried to change my mind and have a 3some with another fag, not a woman. But I had already made my decision, so I hugged my fag, kissed his neck many times, and said “well baby, you know you will always be my favorite one, I just want to try something new.” And it didn’t take 5 minutes for my boy to accept it, his only requirement was that he didn’t want to suck the girl’s pussy or boobs. I guess the fag is allergic to it LOL.

I would never force my fag to suck a pussy or do anything that makes him uncomfortable, so I respected his limits. The girl wanted to make out with him to turn me on and that would’ve been hot, but I noticed it would’ve been too much for the fag. So we started our sweaty night with the girl sucking my cock while I was making out with my fag, it was a great way to start it, because I held my fag in my arms and kissed him tenderly, so he felt more comfortable. While the girl had my whole cock in her mouth, I kept whispering “that’s alright” to my boy, and he smiled, feeling safer than before. Than I told it was his time and put the boy in my bed to suck my cock. While he was deep throating my cock, I told the girl to sit on my face. I love sucking pussy and since I started fucking my fag I haven’t had many opportunities to suck pussy. Sucking my fag’s ass pussy is also nice, his ass is tight and smooth, but my tongue loves the feeling of a girl and how they moan like sluts.

Then the girl rode my cock while my boy sat on my face for me to rim his pussy too. I put both on all fours, and fucked my fag doggy style with my cock covered in the pussy juice. And fuck, it felt so amazing!! I felt like a King, both of them shaking their holes to me, with their ass up, begging for my cock. And it was a relief to see that my fag had a beautiful smile in his face during the whole fuck, feeling good and enjoying my cock. Then I kept alternating them: fucking the girl’s pussy, then my fag’s ass. Then I put both of them on their knees and let the girl suck some of my precum, but I shot all my load on my boy’s face and inside his mouth. I know how much he loves my cum and it wouldn’t be fair to give my seed to a girl I had just met. But she was quite happy too, I made sure to fuck her pussy nice and deep.

She was satisfied, my balls were empty, then she asked my fag if he would cum. We both laughed and I answered that he only cums once a week and under my guidance. She didn’t understand it and called it a “fetish,” but respected my boy and in fact she treated him very well during the whole night. She’s a really nice girl. My fag went to take a shower and clean his gaping hole and his face covered in cum, spit, and sweat, then when we were by ourselves, she asked if she could sleep in my apartment. I wanted to be a gentleman but I know my fag would feel scared if I let her stay there, so I called an Uber and paid for her, and made sure she would arrive home safely.

When my boy finished showering, she had already left my home, and he came to my arms, asking if I was proud of him. I kissed his lips, his face, and his neck, telling him that he was the best boy ever. He told me that he loved me, and I answered that I loved him too. We had a very romantic night after that, I ordered a nice dinner for us, and he behaved like a perfect submissive fag. Then he confessed me for the first time that before meeting me he was in love with another Alpha, but he dismissed him because he found a girl and decided to get married. And I understood why he was so reluctant at first, the poor boy was afraid that I would prefer the girl over him and just get rid of him. Then he got emotional, tears coming from him eyes, and said that he will never be able to offer me what a woman can.

I held him in my arms again and noticed that at that moment I really needed to take care of him. So I cleaned his tears, told him that I would never exchange him for a random pussy, and told him that next time he needs to be honest with me about his fears and concerns. He said that he didn’t say anything because he wanted to be a good boy, and guess what? I got hard again LOL I have a good sense of humor, so I told him that his face is always pretty but it looks much better covered in my cum, not in his tears. And my sweet fag said “can I please suck your cock again?”

Then I didn’t even go back to my bedroom, he sucked my in the living room, I shot my second load in his mouth, and told him that I love him and that he is a wonderful boy. He said that he loved me too, and we went to bed.

This whole experience turned out to be much more emotional than just a hot fuck. But it was really good to know more about my fag. After all, he is my slut but also my boyfriend and I want to take care of him. And Sam, you know me well, right? So of course I told my best friend that I fucked a really hot girl in a 3 some, and we laughed for hours. He said that I am lucky because he can’t even think about fucking another pussy with his bossy girlfriend. I guess he’s happy, but I bet I am much happier LOL

Some lions like to feast in fresh meat like me, some others get used to eating fried food for puppies like him!!

See? How can anyone not love Master Joe?

Can we please finally dispel the false narratives that straight Alphas don’t own/use faggots AND that straight Alphas cannot tenderly love their faggots? Master Joe’s life experience is yet another example in the accumulating testimony of this site that both of those narratives are DEAD WRONG. I hate the fetish-like idea that straight Alphas are only violent, selfish, and hateful toward faggots. These Men are the best of us, so why shouldn’t we expect to find higher forms of love and appreciation from them as well?

I love how Master Joe used that whore like a plaything, but immediately rebuffed her attempts to stay overnight! He chose his faggot instead!

And I really hope Master Joe’s faggot gains confidence from the choice Master Joe made! I have also felt the crushing pain of being eventually dismissed by straight Alphas who fell in love with a girl, and it’s traumatic. It was good for the faggot to confess its fears to him! That’s a lesson for all faggots: BE HONEST WITH YOUR MASTERS! As we can see here, that kind of open-hearted honesty touched Master Joe’s heart and turned him on enough to feed the fag another load! Honesty turns Alphas on almost as much as anything else!

Master Joe continues to ascend in power, but at the same time he’s becoming a deeper and more appreciative King. This kind of growth only comes when Alphas allow themselves to have experiences far beyond anything ordinary Men can have (I’m thinking of Men like his best friend).

I do love Master Joe … but I respect him even more!

Hello Sam, I’m at a tough spot as a 24 year old fag. All my friends are dating and want to get me on dating apps and start going out with guys to get a boyfriend. Right now my priority is finding an Alpha to serve, but I’m having trouble balancing these two separate sides of my life. What do I do?

Thank you for the question! 

I’m a little surprised that there aren’t more questions like yours, honestly. I would imagine this would be on the minds of a lit of faggots!

The ideal circumstance would be to find an Alpha who could also be a boyfriend, like Declan and Zack that are featured here on this site. It happens a lot, so I wouldn’t discount that.

If that’s not possible, then here’s my take as based on plenty of empirical experience: Your desire for a boyfriend can be satisfied within the confines of serving an Alpha, but your needs as a faggot will never be met by a regular boyfriend. The need to serve Alphas is so primal, so hardwired into us that it’s impossible to lock it away. You’d be in that relationship with a vanilla boyfriend and forever be gazing distractedly at the horizon thinking about that ache to serve. 

In fact, it’s this powerful need to serve that distinguishes faggots from gay bottoms. It can’t be ignored.

So my advice is to specifically seek an Alpha near your age who is looking for a bottom/faggot to have as a boyfriend. Then you can have your cake and eat it, too! 

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The following post is part of a thread following the long-term relationship between a 33-year-old faggot named Felipe (Phil) and his Master Klaus. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I think the idea of being in a long-term service relationship is a great one for most faggots, and a solid learning experience for Alphas. Faggots need structure, discipline, and guidance, and this is best delivered in a live-in situation where an Alpha can monitor the fag’s progress. On the other hand, Alphas learn a lot about ownership and planning and teaching by taking on the responsibility of owning personal faggots.

Felipe is an early-thirties faggot living in Chile. He recently wrote to me to tell me about his relationship with his long-term boyfriend/Master Klaus.

My name is Phil, I’m from Chile. I’ve been reading your website and listening to your podcasts for some time now, and they’ve helped me open my mind and realize certain things about myself.

To give you some context, I’m a 33-year-old gay man. I’m slim and short in stature. I’ve been in a relationship with Klaus for 10 years, where I’m the bottom and he’s the top.

Klaus is caring and affectionate, and he has a kind and sociable personality that makes it easy for him to connect with others. He’s taller than me—he could be described as a bear, which I find very attractive. Sexually, Klaus becomes quite dominant, often telling me what to do during most of our encounters, though he also gives me some space to take initiative at times.

Over time, his dominance has increased—but only in the sexual realm. As our relationship has evolved, he started spanking and slapping me, and having me wear lingerie and other feminine clothing. He always cums inside my pussy or in my mouth (this has been the case for all 10 years), and he has my consent to fuck me even while I’m asleep. Recently, he has started asking me to worship his feet—without sucking them—and he has also urinated on me while I’m in the shower. I enjoy all of these activities, and they’ve helped me realize that I’m happy being submissive and dominated by him, which makes me feel like his f4g.

I’m willing to continue exploring these practices, and thanks to what I’ve read on your blog, I’ve realized that I want to be more service-oriented in every way. I now try to take care of household chores, especially cleaning (I’m terrible at cooking). But I’m not sure what else I can do to be his f4g at all times.

Well, I just wanted to share this with you so you could know my story, and how you’ve inspired me to keep learning and improving to become the best version of myself and i hope you can give me some advise to increase Klaus’ dominance.

I think it’s pretty common for Alphas to slowly turn up the heat of dominance with their faggot partner over time. It’s the “safer” route, I suppose.

Felipe wanted tips on how to increase Master Klaus’s dominance, but frankly, I think Felipe is doing a great job already. The issue here isn’t Felipe’s effort, but Master Klaus’s needs. Not every Alpha wants/needs to be overly dominant. I think Master Klaus is largely exploring more and expressing more as it develops within himself, and that’s healthy.

Hi Sam!

My name is Theo and I’ve been reading your blog/page since 2020. I figured out I was gay two years before that and slowly started figuring out my kinks and fetishes and that’s how I came across all of this.

Back then I treated hierarchy as more of a kink really, using it to jerk off to it and just get off. However, slowly I started realizing it’s actually a lot more than just a kink (shocker, I know). I have pretty much struggled with the idea of it for the past few years.

Now, I am 18 and also fresh out of a vanilla leaning, slightly sub/dom relationship. I met the guy through grindr and we hit it off and managed having a really nice relationship, until I started losing feelings. I now realize that me losing feelings was due to the fact that he wasn’t an alpha male. I practically had to beg (to the point of being annoying) for him to dominate me, and even then it was just some low level getting rough during sex. I loved him, truly, but ended up hurting him because I had to end things. We never had the whole fag/hierarchy talk because he was clear that he thought nothing of the whole alpha male concept. There were other indicators that he was pretty beta, but that isn’t too important now.

My issue now is, how do I move from here? I’m almost done with high school, and live in a rather regressive European country. I am planning to move away to Germany in a bit more than a year, for college. During a short recent vacation I found this guy (also on grindr) who I’ve been chatting to. He’s from Berlin. We met up a few times in a short period and parted ways, staying in contact. He is much more dominant than my ex, open to the idea of me being a fag and using me like one. Now the issue still is that I also have quite some romantic tension with him, and I believe he’s into me outside of the alpha/fag dynamic.

I guess my problem would be that I feel like I have to choose, or compartmentalize these aspects of a relationship. I am looking for love and a boyfriend, but I also feel the undeniable fire of faggotry burning in my heart.

Please help me figure this out. I have not always been certain about your teachings and ideas being true, or at least this serious/deep, but I’ve recently realized that they are, so I come to you to ask for guidance.

Keep up this amazing work that you’re doing, you really are showing people things about their own selves that would normally take ages to figure out.

My baby brother, thank you so much for your heartfelt letter! I really think your question is at the heart of many faggots, so there’s no doubt it will help many people! 

First of all – yikes! You were just 13 years old when you started reading my material! I’m keenly aware of the young people traipsing through my websites. I’m grateful that most of them limit their contact with me until they’re of legal age. Contrary to what some dumbfucks in the scene think, I’m not sexually attracted to children and I’m not trying to “corrupt” children. I simply report the truth. 

That said, I know the kids are coming here and there’s nothing I can do to stop them (short of shutting down or putting a paywall around it). So I take my responsibility to teach young people the truth about hierarchy VERY SERIOUSLY and with some amount of gratitude. I’m very grateful to be meeting you finally after all of these years, little brother! 

Now, let’s talk about your issue.

I’m pretty impressed by the number of experiences you’ve packed into your life before age 18. You’ve really been doing a good job exploring both your romantic side and your faggot side, and it’s clear you’ve done a lot of serious thinking about it.

I want you to understand that it is entirely possible to be in a good, affectionate, committed relationship with a Master that owns you as a faggot. I’ve been in them, I’ve covered them here, and I follow them on social media. They do exist. 

I wouldn’t put a lot of pressure on yourself to find a Master/boyfriend right now. You’re very young, and you have plenty of time to explore. It might be a good time to really try to serve strictly as a faggot for a time period so that you can experience that side of yourself. After all, it’s not going away. The relationship is the easy part of this issue … being a good faggot requires discipline and training and focus. Now might be a good time to experiment with chastity and dildo play. Get in touch with your needs as a faggot, so that you’ll be ready when that right Master shows up to take ownership of you and love you. 

I know what I’m saying sounds basic, but really there isn’t much to this. You have a long life ahead, and so many opportunities right in front of you. Be patient, be hopeful, and be wise. You’ll be just fine, I’m sure of it! 

Thank you again for introducing yourself and for the lovely things you wrote, little brother! 

Love,

sam the faggot

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He smacks you, he degrades you, he fucks and breeds you outside like an animal.

But then he says “I love you.”

In an Alpha’s world, both things can be true!

Hi Brother Sam,

I never saw this before but I think I’m a 25 year old faggot. Thanks to your podcast and this website I start to realize my purpose in life. Unconsciously I have always surrounded myself with Alpha malesthst I needed to serve.

I have sucked many straight guys, like my uber driver while driving, and been a domestic faggot before. And sometimes I lock myself in chastity to serve a Daddy Alpha as a free use slut. It’s never about my pleasure. The focus in the last 8 years has been on being an obedient slut for real men.

But some part of me wants to have a romantic life with a cute boyfriend that I will eventually marry. Do you think this is possible? Or should I embrace being a faggot and cage myself and get on my knees in my thong to serve lots of strong man? Is being a good faggot more important than my personal love life?

Thanks for everything you do!

x a faggot from the Netherlands

I don’t consider this to necessarily be an “either/or” issue. I know of plenty of Alphas in relationships with their faggots – even marrying them! – so I don’t think they’re mutually exclusive options. In my time running FWA and this site I’ve seen four marriages occur between Alphas and faggots! In fact, right now this site has a contributing writer, Zack, who is a faggot owned by a very powerful Alpha Master AND BOYFRIEND named Master Declan. 

In my opinion, it’s best to start by simply serving the best Alphas you can find as well as you possibly can. Any good Alpha will want to keep you for good, and more can come of it.  Either way, devotion to service will keep you busy and used during the lean times without love and romance. The other way around doesn’t work as well. 

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Hi Sam,

I’ve been serving an alpha gainer who’s 5 years younger than me for over a year now. It started off with him coming over and I’d buy him food and worship him and suck him off, and over time grew to me doing his weekly shopping, laundry, fixing his car etc.

He had a bf but still used me, and when they broke up he used me more often. A few months ago he said he mightn’t be able to see me anymore because he was seeing a new guy and didn’t want to feel bad. I reached out to you and you suggested to continue doing his chores, which I did and he accepted.

However more recently I’ve noticed that he seems to be more distant and not as engaging.

Within the past year I’ve had one serious illness, a health scare and a death in my family, and the family house I was staying in was sold and I had to move back with my parents. I was numb to everything that went on in the last year, but it suddenly hit me recently when the house I was staying in was cleared out, and I felt low. I felt like everything was collapsing around me and I was lost and a failure, especially with my alpha becoming more distant. I reached out to him at my lowest and he helped me through it, and opened up to him about my childhood, job, personal life etc. He wanted to keep his life private, which I respected, but said I would love to know more about him if he wanted to talk.
The other day realised I had fallen for him and had strong feelings for him, which I confessed to him. He said he didn’t want me to think something would come of it, and agreed to keep things the way they are for now.

I’m terrified now that I’ve crossed a line and he will slowly or even suddenly cut me off. I’m afraid to message him back in case I appear needy, but at the same time I’m afraid to not message him in case he decides he’s better off without me.

Please Sam I could really use some advice now, it feels like my whole world is crumbling and I don’t want to think of a life without my alpha in it.

Hi brother! Thanks for writing to me! 

Well, you made a tactical mistake by opening up about being in love with him, but I think you know that so I’m not going to dwell on it. 

This Alpha is clearly a good Man. He’s continued to support you emotionally even though he’s moved on to another relationship. He obviously likes your worship and service. But it’s important for you to realize he’s not in love with you, and likely never will be. That’s okay, because faggots can still be useful beyond that.

But you must be okay with your role. You need to accept your position in his life and not be a burden to him. If you are, he’s going to discard you. So reign in your emotions and just allow him to make the next moves. He knows where you belong in his life, so allow him to put you there and keep you there. Trying to force his hand is only going to lead to results you won’t like at all. 

I know this isn’t much *and it’s not easy to do), but that’s your situation right now. You’ve kinda boxed yourself in with your outburst, but that’s also your situation in general. Just relax. I have great confidence in this Alpha. 

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I guess strict terms are useless and we are all on a spectrum because seeing your post about faggots not wanting romance from their alphas made me think I’m not really a FULL faggot but merely a beta/boy with faggot tendencies because while I want to be dominated and used by my alpha I also want the romance part too – like when he’s done with me I’m the boy wife/his princess even though he is in control and rules and I am subservient to him.

Thank you for this brother! It’s funny you should mention this, because as I wrote it I thought to myself, “This isn’t completely accurate, because I MYSELF have been the recipient of great love from my Masters … and I loved every second of it! 

Faggots are human beings, too, and we hurt and feel love and want to be loved. And for the devoted service we provide our Masters, we deserve some measure of love. Why an Alpha would be affectionate with a dog but treat his faggot (who does much more than a dog) like garbage is beyond me, but there are Alphas like that out there. 

Anyway, yes, you definitely deserve to be loved by an Alpha! 

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faggots are obviously the servants and slaves to Alphas who they love and are totally devoted to. But can some Alphas love faggots? Back in the say when a wife was her Husband’s property she also served Him but He still loved her for who she is and her place in His household. Of course an Alpha could love a faggot the way a Man loves a dog, but for bi and gay Alphas at least, could They love us? Some of Them seem to want to have both egalitarian romantic relationships with women or other Superiors and only own faggots as slaves, but maybe some Alphas need hierarchy to be a part of all of Their relationships including the loving ones. Is that not possible?

Brother, your question made me somewhat sad, because it sounds so hopeless. I hate for any faggot brother of mine to feel that way.

I would hope that my nine years teaching Hierarchy (and especially, my careful reporting of true Hierarchical stories) would have dispelled the idea that Alphas cannot love their faggots. My previous site, FWA, oversaw four marriages between Alphas and faggots, including two straight Alphas! Additionally, there were many other examples of Alphas loving their faggots. Master Matt’s love of his four faggots … Master Jin’s love of Chin … Master Lorenzo’s deep love for his faggot Gio … Master Con’s love for fag Nick … literally, my work has been filled with terrific and inspiring examples of Alphas loving their faggots.

I can also tell you that I’ve been loved (and continue to be loved) by multiple Masters. 

Of course, there are plenty of awful and immature/insecure Alphas out there who can only abuse fags. These Destroyer Alphas don’t know how to love anything properly, let alone a faggot. Sadly, too many faggots gravitate toward these types of Alphas because they mistakenly think that’s how true Alphas are supposed to behave.

Just know that there are truly great Alphas with huge hearts who can appreciate the submission and devotion of true faggots. They’re out there … so go serve them!   

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This time of year always brings out the romantic side of me. Yes, I actually have a romantic side – can you believe it?? I know most of you think I’m some depraved, cock-sucking cum dump, but — oh, okay, I am … but I also have a heart.

I ran across some sweet, romantic vids and pics and they touched my heart, so I thought I’d share them. At the very least I can get them off my phone to make room for more PORN!

Enjoy:

Okay, that last one might be my cue to get back to the porn … 😜

I was at work all day, I was so horny and tired since Declan woke me early in the morning and had restrained me to fuck my ass.  I was thinking about it all day and it caused me to strain in my cage the entire time. 

It’s now 4pm and I’m heading home. Excited to see my boyfriend to spend some time with him.  What I didn’t know is that he had other plans for me.

I got home and dropped my bag and rushed over to give him a kiss.  As I do everyday, I got him a snack and a coffee for him to enjoy. 

Declan: “Is my load still in you?”

Me (Zack): “Yes, it is and I’m loving it!”

Declan: “Good, strip naked in front of me and kneel. Lick my balls while I watch tv and have my coffee… don’t speak to me!”

I was pleased and happy to be licking his balls while he ignores me and watched tv.  When the episode of the American Dad ended, I was then instructed: “You got 5 minutes. take a break, piss and do what you need to do before your next chore”

I got up to piss and then as I left the bathroom he was there waiting for me.  “Go lay on the bed”

My mind was rushing of excitement thinking I would get another Alpha load of his in me.

He was shirtless and wearing a pair of blue jeans and he got on top of my stomach and grabbed my wrist and handcuffed them to the bed frame.  This time he used a pair of hinged cuffs which prevented me from being able to move compared to the usual handcuffs that he usually uses. 

I’m now naked, hands are over my head and attached securely to the bed frame and my cock is obviously locked.

Declan: “Have a power nap and relax, I will come get you in about 25 minutes”

The time was 5:10pm and I fell asleep and woke up at 6:05pm. I was confused as why he never came to get me but just continued to lay there. 

I tried to move and get comfortable but being restrained in a pair of hinge handcuffs is very difficult.  

At 6:45, I was dozing off when I felt movement on the bed and opened my eyes to see Declan climbing on the bed and inspecting my chastity cage.

Declan:“How many days has it been since I locked you Zack?  Do you hate that I prevent you in touching your cock?” 

Me: “It’s day 153 since you locked me. Why would I hate you? It’s your decision and I respect what you decide. You know what’s best for me babe… 

Please don’t get mad but may I ask if I will get unlocked soon?”

Declan: “That’s right!  I own your cock. I was going to release you twice in the past couple weeks but some of your followers have been sending me money to my PayPal and begging me to keep you locked. You know I can’t disappoint them. Maybe this weekend depending if more followers send money.” 

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As he gives me a smirk, he goes back to my cock and starts to lick it.  He was licking it for about 5 minutes, I can feel his manly cock getting hard.   He started to jerk off while playing with my locked cock and balls, he continued for about 10 minutes.  

I’m just laying there helpless, not able to move, getting so turned on. His breathing got heavier and I knew he was about to blow his load. In seconds I can feel squirts of cum landing on my cock cage.  My cage was covered with cum.  

It’s now about 7:20 pm and I expected him to take the cuffs off but he just got up and left the room.  He shut the lights and then I watched the door shut.

Music is now playing in the other room and what seems like he is living his life ignoring me.   All I can think about is my boyfriend using me and controlling me for his benefit. 

Ten minutes later, my balls are feeling so good and my cock kept twitching and I am now realizing that I might be getting close to blowing my load. But how?  I’m tied up and I am not touching my cock and balls.   

I didn’t want to get In trouble so I tried to yell to Declan but he wasn’t able to hear me because of the music.   All of a sudden my balls are emptying and loads of cum is shooting out!!!! 

My body just decided to give me a ruined orgasm and I had no say in it.   

It’s now 8pm, the door opens and the lights are turned on and all I hear is “What the fuck happened? Did you blow your load? BUT HOW?!?  I got you restrained and you’re not able to touch yourself.”

Me: “I am so sorry but you turned me on so much today that my body forced a load out of me. I wasn’t able to stop it”

He laughed so much and made fun of me. He mentioned that he wasn’t mad and that it’s good that my pathetic cock did that.  

Declan: “Makes me realize how much you love me… Ok, it’s time I release you from the bed but now you need to clean up and wash the bed sheets”

Once I got the sheets in the laundry I sat on the couch to relax and was surprised with a great homemade curry.  He must of been cooking while I was chained up to the bed.

People ask me all the time why I am ok being controlled by him and I always say that it’s an honour to be his boyfriend and to serve him in anyway. 

Declan told me that I must end the story with this:

If you like my boy Zack to stay locked, check out my PayPal and convince me that he should not be unlocked. 

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