Hi Sam. I hope all is well. Long-time fan of your work, we’re talking since the early days of FWA on Tumblr! I was generally following you on Twitter the last year or so, but after a bit of a Twitter detox I was very disappointed to come back and see your page has gone. What happened?

As usual, I was cancelled because my message is too incendiary and rattles too many cages. I’m also getting cancelled for my prolific and unrepentant use of the word “faggot” (which I do try to alter to disguise it, but still). The “LINKS” page on this site is up-to-date on everywhere I can be found on social media at the moment. 

Thank you for sticking with me for so long! 

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It can be a lonely and sometimes dispiriting thing to crank out the sheer volume of content I do, advising people behind the scenes, and generally trying to be everywhere all at once while pushing the truth about Hierarchy as hard as I can into the mainstream. I’m just one faggot, after all!

Added to that are the constant setbacks. I’ve had the winds taken out of my sails again recently with the loss of two big X accounts, accounts that many Masters were using to train their faggots. I take all of that very seriously – it’s an important responsibility – so I’d be lying if those setbacks don’t make me just want to close up shop and move on. I’ve made a contribution to the truth, did my best to carry myself with some amount of integrity, and I’m proud of my work and the relationships I’ve gained.

Of all the arms of Hierarchy University, the Hierarchy Podcast has been something I’ve really poured my heart into. It takes a lot of work to record, edit, and package it for distribution around the world. And, like most other ventures here, it’s a lonely pursuit. I never know if anybody is really hearing me, even though I’ve had plenty of evidence that the podcast is making a difference. Maybe I just get down on myself sometimes.

But occasionally someone sends me a letter so heartfelt and uplifting that I want to rise up and hug the whole world. A faggot brother sent me the following letter in my Questions From Readers Inbox, and I wanted to share it in a special post.

Here’s what he wrote:

Brother, your latest podcast, “Accept Your Truth”, was simply amazing. So many faggots go down the path of misery, and spend years, or even a whole lifetime, suffering, because they cannot let go of the guilt, fear, and shame they believe go along with the acts of a faggot. So many faggots can’t fathom having a happy, fulfilling life. And it’s no wonder. We are a type of separate sex ENTIRELY that is never talked about except in our own circles, or by the Men that use us. A faggot goes through his own “sexual” development just like any other human, but there is no one to sit and hold our hand and explain these crazy feelings we constantly have.

I was a basket case for years, especially when it came to sex. I knew I was different than the person everyone around me was telling me I had to be. I LOVE the way you put it, yes I lived with it my whole life, yes, it was “the white noise of my life…” I just couldn’t put it all together until, like you, I had a real Man, a Man who understood faggots, show me what I am. For me, it wasn’t bad news, it set me free. I embraced it and let myself be a “faggot for Men” and my life has been so wonderful for years and years. Not only sex, but my PLACE in the world makes so much sense. The way I interact with other Men makes so much sense. The worthless appendage between my legs makes sense!

Your words “It’s not the act itself that defines whether or not you’re a faggot, it’s what you are inside, already…You were born a faggot. You have these feelings and yearnings because you are a faggot“…Sam, that hit me in the gut SO hard. It’s such a simple truth that we miss seeing even as it is slapping us in our collective faces.

Thank you for being brave about being a faggot and using the word faggot. Thank you for giving faggots a place to go and get advice and help gain understanding. Thank you for giving us a place to be ourselves. I’ve long said only a faggot TRULY understands another faggot. Alpha Men should never be burdened with understanding a faggot, only identifying us in order to use us. I really hope your site becomes a beacon for faggots who need support from other faggots.

As you said, an Alpha Man helped you on your path to understanding being a faggot. One did for me as well. Somewhere right now a faggot is gaining understanding of what he is because a Man is selfishly (and rightfully) using him. These Men, through using us, held up a mirror and said “This is what you are and have always been, and the things I’m doing to you are what you are made for. You exist for My use. THIS is what your life can be. Embrace these facts and live a happy, fulfilled, HONEST life. Ignore them and suffer in confusion trying to be something you’re not…a real Man.”

This was the best podcast I’ve ever heard. I truly hope a lot of lost faggots find their way because of it…or at least find ENOUGH courage to be with that Man who can hold the mirror up to them and show them a glimpse of what life CAN be.

Lastly, when you say you love your brothers at the end of podcasts…I truly believe it. Something in your voice is so earnest and sweet! We love you too!

I cannot tell you how it felt to hear these words! It was literally like a man dying of thirst who receives even a little bit of water!

Funnily enough, I was disappointed by that episode of the show, and it gnawed at me for days afterward. I kept thinking of ways I should’ve phrased points, or points I felt were left unclear. You have no idea how much I obsess over getting every detail right. Insecurity plagues me like that sometimes.

But letters like this are very special to me because the podcast in particular is my heartfelt conversation directly with each listener. When I know I’ve connected with another person in this way, it really lifts me up!

My brother J, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for sending me this kind note. I’m so glad the episode resonated with you, even though you are already living your truth! It makes me proud to be able to serve Alphas shoulder-to-shoulder with you!

And yes, I do love you. It’s not an act. I love all of those who’ve come to me, trusted me, supported me, and loved me. Thank you for your love and support, and for your beautiful letter that came just at the right time!

Always,

sam the faggot

I was born in 1978, so my entire conscious life as a homosexual and a faggot has been lived under the spectre of HIV and AIDS. It’s hard to explain to younger people what that has been like. Yes, technically they have had to deal with that as well, but to them HIV is a chronic and manageable illness thanks to the incredible medicines introduced in 1996.

But it was an absolute death sentence before 1996.

Back then, death came at diagnosis. The ostracism of terrified healthy people with their hatred and judgements made life almost unlivable before the disease actually took them. Then came the wave of opportunistic diseases as their immune systems collapsed, frightening and sometimes disfiguring conditions with terrifying names like toxoplasmosis, Kaposi’s sarcoma, Back then, death came at diagnosis; the ostracism of terrified healthy people with their hatred and judgements made life almost unlivable before the disease actually took them. Then came the wave of opportunistic diseases as their immune systems collapsed, frightening and sometimes disfiguring conditions with terrifying names like toxoplasmosis, Kaposi’s sarcoma, candidiasis, or Pneumocystis pneumonia that would ravage their bodies without relief.

The death of my gay friend Stephen in 1995 from AIDS spurred me to learn much more about the disease than any other HIV- person I knew. For a time I was actively part of a group of famous people known as “AIDS dissidents” who questioned the idea that HIV directly caused AIDS. Of course, my propensity for research-based conclusions eventually led me to fight with these people; In the late nineties I had a vicious back-and-forth with famed writer Celia Farber and her intractable views that science and evidence continually disproved until she finally cut me off. Yeah, I’ve always been a firebrand.

The shadow of HIV/AIDS is a long, cold one that has suffocated at least one entire generation – mine. Yet from that shadow rise voices and examples of those who went to their death struggling to cobble together some amount of dignity as their bodies failed. They wink at us like fireflies in the descending dusk. I thought about them when I was fighting for my life through cancer in 2018, and again though a blood infection of staph in 2020.

Why am I still here, and they are gone?

I feel like a soldier that took the beach in Normandy, only to look around at my friends all blown to pieces or missing limbs and strewn across the bloody sand like refuse. There is gratitude, of course, but also a vacuous void inside me. It’s a hollow victory.

I recently watched a documentary on Pedro Zamora, the beautiful gay boy featured on Season 3 of MTV’s revolutionary “reality” series The Real World in 1994. This particular season was as real as it gets, because Pedro was HIV+ and proudly advocating for knowledge and understanding. I watched that season, and Pedro made an impact on me. To see that bright, adorable young man so bravely stand up for himself during the show, only to fall terribly ill and die a few months later, was impossible to ignore. The memory of that last picture of him, crippled and nearly comatose just a day before his death, still haunts me.

And that’s the perfect word: haunted. My generation of gays is haunted by all of the hollow eyes and piercing cries of those lost to this discriminatory plague. And no matter how long I live here, I will never not hear them or see them.

Which is why I dearly love what Madonna did on her most recent tour. She took her classic “Live To Tell” and used it as a way to pay homage to all of the artists who died of AIDS around her over the course of her long career. The song was not originally about AIDS deaths, but it becomes the only anthem for people like me and Madonna and any others who survived the horror of it all.

hi sam,

i’ve followed your podcast for a few years now. it took me about that long to recognize how earnestly you were sharing the truth. really, it took meeting my Master, the first true and developed Alpha in my life, to understand how real and sacred Hierarchy is.

i recognize you have your own life, probably busy with the content you create and the Alphas you serve. however, if you’re interested in chatting with and perhaps mentoring a fellow faggot brother who is deeply committed to the same path as you, id love to connect. if not, best wishes and thanks for being brave enough to stand up and broadcast this unpopular truth to the world.

-stefan

Thanks for the question, brother! 

Of course we can talk! I have a million ways to get in touch with me all listed on the links page of this site. Pick one and reach out! 

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The following is part of a thread following the development of a straight Alpha named Cal after he discovered Hierarchical Truth on this site and with the help of Master Chad and God Dino! CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

In the wild history of this site, there’s never been anything like the rise of Master Cal. He reached out to me as an everyday straight Alpha trapped in a loveless marriage after reading what I was writing about Hierarchy. After mentoring him a little bit, I put him in touch with Master Chad, son of God Alpha Dino. Master Cal immediately made a beeline for their family mansion in the mountains, and discovered the wonders of faggot worship for the very first time. His eyes were opened, and he never went back to his past life.

That was four years ago. In that time Master Cal has ascended to heights rivaled only by his Alpha brothers there at The Mansion. He has spent his days and nights fucking and breeding pussy both female and faggot, rabble-rousing with fellow hellion Master Chad, and embracing the ultimate life promised to all God Alphas by the majestic mechanisms of Hierarchy.

Needless to say that His exposure to his Alpha brothers Masters Chad and Dean had a powerful effect, but it was the life-changing intensity and vision of God Dino and his fag-wife Jamie that really trained Master Cal and sculpted him into the reality-bending powerhouse he is today.

All of that happened because a silly faggot with training and experience decided to dedicate itself to teaching others the truth on a website it made (that’s me, BTW)! Crazy!

Master Cal gave me a updates over several days. Some of it I cannot share here, but here’s what I can:

Interesting that, at least to My ass, you’re still a “boy”. Fags are girls to Us Guys but you rank a little higher with Me. Maybe because you were the first hole to aid in My ascension. I don’t know but I do know you’ll always be My fag boy and if the opportunity ever comes, I’ll fuck you bloody in appreciation. Sounds good, doesn’t fag boy? lmao 

It’s all good here. Word was you were doing a podcast concerning Me but what got put up last wasn’t it. Still going to do it fag boy? I got My ego puffed like a cock by a porn fluffer then got fucking disappointment instead.

I guess Chad and Pop will be back soon. We sure have kept the rainbow busy. Dean’s got to let them rest a day or two before They are back so the fags can be prepared for the onslaught of rutting. Us Guys have really given the whores a workout! I don’t believe My cock has been this sore since My first days here. Goddamn little bunny! she is on fire for Tank and everyone else not sleeping or cumming in something else. I tell you fag boy, that little giggling slut will yell when You mount her like You’ve killed her but then she’ll wrap her little legs behind her head. That slams her pussy down on Your cock making everything super fucking tight. A Dude can barely get a good thrust going before she’s cumming like a cunt and milking His cock and in total ecstasy. Some Alphas don’t but I like seeing the effect My Power has on a lesser thing. It’s hot as fuck and leaves Me energized and more than ready to rape any goddamned hole I choose.

I’m gone fag boy. It’s lunch time. Since it’s Saturday and Pop is gone, Dean allows the rainbow to forego cooking lunch. Instead, Us Guys choose from a laid out array of meats, cheeses, and various breads and condiments. Damn boy, until I came here I didn’t even know what Camembert was, or Foie Gras or mountain oysters but now I have them anytime I want. Hell, fucking food is fed to Me if I want. I deserve nothing less than total satisfaction in My life and, by God, that’s exactly what I’m going to have. My Big Brother showed Me what a Man’s whole fucking existence is and I gratefully adapted to the facts. The most negative things in My present life are sometimes i got aching, empty junk and the occasional fag mishap. It’s easy to overuse such willing, anxious faggots when they fucking beg Us to fuck them senseless. 

 Goddamn. Speaking of begging, here’s whitey (whitefaggot) and bunny (Jimmy). Dean must be sleeping and I know these two whores have sucked off J.B. and one of His guards cause I saw them outside of a guardshack. Fucking little sluts. Well, guess I’ll bust another nut while I eat My duck sausage roll and potato salad. No rest for a Deity, I guess. lol Later, fag boy.

It’s insane to see how far Master Cal has come from those tentative early days when I first met him! Back then, the world’s conditioning repressed his Alphahood almost completely. Now, after rinsing in the clear hierarchical waters of God Dino’s Alpha Paradise, Master Cal speaks with an electric urgency that reminds me a lot of Master Chad!

Speaking of which, Master Cal also REPRODUCES like Master Chad. Until recently, I had no idea Master Chad had impregnated one of the many local women he fucks. Well, a few days ago that woman gave birth to Master Cal’s first children – TWIN SONS! God Dino arranged for his lawyers to swoop in immediately and get complete legal custody for Master Cal to bring them back to The Mansion!

As you might expect, Master Cal was beaming!

You’re Goddamn right, hole! I got 2 Sons! I’m so potent I busted twins in the bitch! I’m so pleased right now that after I finish taking in Their cuteness I’m going make My faggot a very happy cum hole. 

I’m going to keep this short, fag boy but I want to show you how much I appreciate your help bringing Me to My Family. Pop said He wanted to adopt Me and give Me His name! Fuck! I’m a Goddamn D******** now! Fuck faggot! You got a clue how hard that made My sorry ass? I signed those papers quick, faggot. Chad laughed and said i signed them like there were about to disappear out of My hands. Smartass mutherfucker. Lol My terry and whitey look so sweet feeding the Boys. Goddamn I’m a Powerhouse of a Man!

Fuck, I’m pumped!! But here’s My gift to you fagboy, since I can’t fuck you bloody. My Sons names, in order by birth:

Calvin Dean D******* 

                and

Chadwick Samuel D*******  

I already know Their tags though, C.D. and Cas. Going to change the Little Kings and put em down. Then I’m going to rape and breed every Goddamned hole I find. I feel like I could fuck the world, bitch! I just might do it. I’ll get back soon fag boy. I hope you know the blessing I just gave you, you sweet little cum dump. I told you I owed you something. Now you got it. I’m telling you one fucking day I’m going to come and fuck your dirty faggot ass like you’ve always dreamed a real Man would do. Huh. Filthy fag boy.

Master and Father,

Calvin Franklin D******* 

Did you catch that? Master Cal’s second son carries the middle name “Samuel” in honor of ME!

When I saw that, I could’ve fallen over in shock. Instead, I got all weepy like I tend to do. I cannot even describe what it feels like to be honored like that by a straight God Alpha like Master Cal! I deserve nothing at all, but this great and powerful Alpha deigned to look down upon me and bequeath such a precious gift to me. I’m humbled beyond words, and I’ll be forever grateful for it! Thank you, Master!

This, my brothers, is why we serve these incredible Alphas! They deserve everything we have to give

I don’t care what your Master or cashmaster tells you – HE’S WRONG. And if you fetishize MAGA horseshit while snorting poppers and masturbating … YOU’RE WRONG.

America is being invaded, not by BROWN PEOPLE from foreign lands, but by people who want to be the BROWN SHIRTS of 1930s Nazi Germany. America has a dictator, and his name is Donald Trump. He’s far, far worse than any hardworking immigrant, illegal or otherwise.

This weekend promises to be the largest single nationwide protest in American history. It’s the “No Kings” march, and it’s happening in every major city in the country,

Now’s the time to correct your thinking, change course, and get on the right side of history. Believe me, the other road leads to civil war and the end of life as you’ve known it.

Hi Sam!

I know you’ve briefly mentioned in some of your podcasts and elsewhere about your experience in prison, but I’ve always been curious to hear more depth to what your lived experience was like inside, especially being a faggot. I haven’t been able to find anything else where you talk about it. If you don’t mind me asking, could I ask how things were for you during that season of your life and how being a faggot either advantaged or potentially disadvantaged you? The following are some questions that usually pop into my head:

1) Did you have to stop wearing a chastity cage? If so, was that hard for you?
2) Did you jerk off at all?
3) Did you service many alpha men while inside? In what ways?
4) Was it common for you to give blowjobs to other guys or let other men breed you for their own release?

5) In your experience, are most men in prison sexually fluid? Straight? Gay? Bi-curious?

6) How did you let other men know you were a sub fag?

I hope you don’t mind me asking those questions. I’ve always wanted to ask them ever since I found out about your time in prison. I would absolutely love to listen to a future podcast about you talking about your experiences. I’d find that fascinating.

Thank you, Sam the fag!

Hi, brother! Thanks for the question! 

It’s funny that you mention this, because I’ve been meaning to flesh out more of my thoughts and experiences from prison/jail. I really just spoke about the experience in large brushstrokes on the podcast, and there’s really so much to say (some of it difficult) that it’s hard to really want to try. But maybe your questions could be a springboard to that.

1. Yes, I had to come out of my chastity cage before reporting to prison. I thought I’d be happy about that, but I was, in fact, quite depressed about it. I felt completely uncomfortable without it on. When I was finally released, one of the first things I did was hurry and find my cage and put it back on! 

2. I did not jerk off at all. 

3. I didn’t service many, just two (as I said in the podcast). I guess I could’ve tried to service more, but I was quite terrified for the longest time because guys move differently in those situations and can be quite dangerous. I was less concerned about getting dick than surviving. But regardless, dick found me and I ended up sucking off two straight Alphas a couple of times.

4. It wasn’t common for anybody in that situation and in minimum security (“prison camp”). Oddly enough, it’s much easier to get regular dick in higher security prisons.

5. They’re almost always straight or straight-presenting. Anyone who wasn’t was a faggot, and there were few of them other than me. My saving grace is my personality and my ability to ingratiate myself wherever I am. 

6. I’m an incorrigible and relentless flirt, always making suggestive comments to “test the waters”. But everybody pretty much knew from the jump that I was a faggot. One of the black Alphas in my “cube” starting calling me a faggot within the first 24 hours I was there (we ended up on fine terms, though). 

I hope I answered your questions well enough! This was kind of fun! 

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For the last ten years I’ve been standing defiantly on a hill with a big flag that says “FAGGOT” on it. And I’ve been cancelled harder than The Brady Bunch Variety Hour for that stance.

I’m not ever going to renounce the word “FAGGOT” or its power. It’s what I’ve identified as for the last THIRTY YEARS OF MY LIFE! Embracing the word as my truth was one of the most liberating moments of my adult life, and I’m not going to toss that aside because Tumblr shut me down for the 11th time (just last month) or Twitter/X suspends me for the 25th time (two weeks ago, shutting down my 90K @HierarchyPCast account).

Nothing will stop THE TRUTH.

The Truth is like water. It overcomes every barrier, either by slipping through the tiniest cracks or literally pushing over the tallest walls. Like water, Truth refreshes completely and naturally. And like a body of water, Truth provides meditative serenity.

I’ve worked with Master Aodhan (@MasterA_2022) on several X Spaces to help faggots take their first steps to publicly admitting that they are faggots. These were revolutionary spaces that changed the lives of the faggots who participated. During one session 88 faggots admitted their truth for the first time. Some openly wept. It was inspirational.

I love hearing from faggots who, like me, find their entire reality transformed by accepting this truth. Here is another example of this, from a faggot who came to accept himself after stumbling onto my content and then the podcast.

I recently came across your podcast on Spotify. I had been looking for content about the kink/gay lifestyle, and after a few misfires, I found Fags Worship Alphas.

Growing up in a small town in Canada, the term “fag” or “faggot” carried so much weight, turmoil, and fear. I was terrified of being found out, bullied for being gay. Living in a town full of churches—and an even larger number of rednecks—I was often targeted for not fitting in.

So hearing you calmly and confidently refer to yourself and others like you as fags and faggots… I have to admit, the first few times were jarring, to say the least. But as I learned about the basic outlines of hierarchy, I realized: we all have a space, we all have a role to fill, and it’s almost as if these roles were pre-chosen for us. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before I was singing along to the intro of the podcast and hearing the word without feeling fear.

The more I listened, the more I came to the realization that my true role in life is that of a faggot. I haven’t fully unpacked what this means yet, but I know, deep down, that I am one.

I’ve had three long-term relationships in my life, and I’ve always been drawn to men I felt were Alphas—knowing I enjoyed serving them. The last two didn’t turn out great. The first was what you would call a Destroyer Alpha—low-level and greedy. The second was a sheep in wolf’s clothing, just putting on an act. But the man I currently find myself with oozes sex, pride, courage, and strength. He is someone I would truly serve for life.

Relationship dynamics aside, even in my daily life I’ve always chosen to provide service to others—in work, in friendships, in everything. I’ve developed the ability to pick up on cues, to know who needs service and how I can please them.

Looking back, I think every sexual encounter I’ve had has involved me serving Alphas.

Now, just a few days in (about 30 episodes), I find myself understanding hierarchy as the truth we all live. The other day I looked at myself in the mirror, smiling, and said out loud, “James, you are a faggot. I AM A FAGGOT.”

Even as I write this, I know I want to live the life of the faggots you speak of. I want to serve my Alpha. I want to be put in chastity. I want to help my Alpha ascend to higher levels of Alpha-hood. I want to feel what it’s like to truly be cunted…

I want to embrace my truth.

It’s so invigorating to hear these stories. These experiences keep me on that hill, proudly and defiantly waving my FAGGOT flag.

You can cancel me momentarily, but the Truth lives forever!

Hierarchy 273 – A Birthday And Anniversary

I had a birthday yesterday, as well as my 30-year anniversary as a fåggot. Here are some thoughts!

SITE: https://hierarchypodcast.com/hierarchy-273-a-birthday-and anniversary/

SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/show/2TqhwaNl7kdcyZXK7YL5FV?si=1Trk3AbJTH6UWx1UVRYMrw

AMAZON: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/b09c451b-5400-481c-b69e-85463cf2e84c/the-hierarchy-podcast

APPLE: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-hierarchy-podcast/id1778739988

I have been asked seemingly thousands of times to give advice on how to seduce a straight Alpha friend, co-worker, or stranger on the street. And I’ve helped countless brave faggots who followed my advice make huge breakthroughs, to the point that I’m low-key famous in this part of the internet for my success rate.

I know what I teach works because I’ve done it many times. My students have, too.

So I’m putting the finishing touches on my third groundbreaking book, “How To Seduce Straight Alphas”. It’s not going to be free advice anymore, and I’m no longer answering these questions for free. However, the first twenty faggots to purchase the book will get access to a private Telegram channel to ask specific questions of me.

This is a big one … the answers every faggot wants to have! GET READY!!

Hi brother Sam ! I hope you’re doing well ,first I wanted to thank you for all the work you do for the community and bringing awareness to fags everywhere and helping them embrace their faghood and serve masters and alpha men as intended ,you’ve spoken before about your time in jail but I was wondering if you could tell us more and elaborate on your time in there and how you served your fellow alpha in mates -what did you do for them ,how did you serve them and how did you approach the topic ? I would love to know and be inspired by your devotion to being a good fag and slave even while in Jail , thank you brother 

Thanks for the question, I guess! LOL

First of all, I was in FEDERAL PRISON, not jail. There is a big difference.

It took me a little while to get acclimated to being in a place like that, a place where I definitely did not fit in. People move differently when incarcerated, and there are all sorts of petty rules and signals one has to learn. For example, I was almost beaten up by one inmate because I couldn’t stop whistling songs in my head (whistling was used to signal when a guard was coming).

But I’m a friendly person and I make friends easily, so I quickly assembled a few allies. None of them were faggots or gay, but they were more playful about it with me.

As far as what I did Hierarchically, well, I cleaned the bathroom for my floor every day. This was something I did voluntarily, and I did such a good job that several of the black Apex Alphas and God Alphas on the floor rallied around me whenever someone threatened me.

There was an Apex Alpha who ran his own little commissary store from his cubicle, and he relied on me to purchase items for him to replenish his store when he was low. I bought items for other Alphas when they were low on funds.

My two biggest faggot-related accomplishments were:

1. I sucked off two straight Alphas, one black and one white. DeAndre (not his real name) was a 40-year-old black Alpha who looked 25 who I sucked off three times before he left. But my proudest accomplishment was my Master Jack, a jacked 32-year-old white Alpha who was totally depressed when I first met him. Then I began to talk to him about his Alphahood, and he brightened up, began furiously working out, and eventually had me suck his dick in the unused band room with the lights off.
2. I started formally interviewing Alphas about their Alphahood and their thoughts on what made them Alpha and why Alphas are important. I talked about Hierarchy so much that I became known for it, and some people started using the language of Hierarchy with each other. It was quite inspiring to see how quickly they embraced the truth of it. In one case, I used Hierarchical principles to help a young black Apex Alpha named “D” understand why he needed to cheat on his longterm girlfriend, and he was so impressed that he told everybody that I solved his issue!

While I never want to be in that situation ever again (obviously), I learned so much from a Hierarchical perspective that it seemed almost inevitable.

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Hi Sam,

I was an avid reader of FWA back in the day and I am so happy to discover Hierarchy University. I was curious about that young fag would you referred to as “Baby Boy”? I remember you two were quite close. The voice message you left him in podcast episode 26.5 is still very moving.

Thank you so much for returning to the fold! I’m glad to have you back! 

Thank you for asking about Baby Boy. As you know, he and I went through the most incredible journey together and we won. We beat the world. The voice message you mention was literally the lowest and most terrifying moment of the entire two-year experience, because it looked very much like cancer was going to essentially destroy both of our lives. 

Of course, that didn’t happen. Instead, I managed to get him to Australia where he lives in safety today.

We still talk practically every day. He’s finishing up a college degree in IT with an emphasis on cyber security. He has a full-time job and lives alone in an apartment. 

I don’t know if it’s possible for me to love anyone or anything as much as I love him. I’m so proud of his bravery, kindness, resilience, and integrity. He’s one of the funniest persons I know, too. I’m so proud to call him the son of my heart, the gift God entrusted to me. 

Baby Boy changed absolutely everything about me and my life forever, and I’m eternally grateful.

Thank you for asking about him! AS you can tell, I’m a pretty proud Papa!  

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This is produced porn, but it gets the details right. Like those flimsy blankets, or those damned flip-flops.

I was locked up for 2 years, and this isn’t far from the truth. Let me put it this way: there was so much sex they had to take baby oil off the commissary list!

I thought it might be helpful to post this definition of “slander”.

Calling someone a pedophile when they’ve never been accused or convicted of such a heinous crime is slander and prosecutable.

I’ve definitely been on the receiving end of black Alphas like this one!

They are unforgettable fucks! Narrow waist, long straight dicks, merciless thrusts! And when they cum, the room shakes because of the loudness!

Some of my favorite breedings!

Hey Sam happy holidays and new year ,I’m writing as a curious gag to inquire if you ever ended up hearing from or reaching out to the Alpha you served at your job before thanksgiving ? I found that exchange you wrote about incredibly powerful and moving and what serving as a fag is all about , you said he built his own home and was shopping with his wife snd kinds and you guys exchanged words and he loved being an alpha , I know you text him since then but found it hard to meet up fur to the holidays ? Any updates ? Really excited for you and hope you get to serve him x

Thank you for asking! Alpha Eddie (who looks uncannily like Bradley Cooper) and I have exchanged a couple of texts here and there over the holidays. He has a young family and he’s getting into business with his brother, so he’s been very busy (and frankly, so have I) and we haven’t gotten together again just yet. I hope we can meet up and talk some more, but who knows? 

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Do you know how scientists first discovered the existence of black holes? It wasn’t through direct observation, of course, because black holes have such tremendous gravitational forces that even light cannot escape them.

No, scientists insisted that mathematical equations suggested their theoretical existence and predicted how they could be found … and when they looked, they suddenly found these monstrous inter-spacial vortexes! However, even when looking directly at a black hole they didn’t see it, but rather the effect it had on everything around it.

As a younger faggot I was very much like those scientists of the mid-twentieth century, except my field of study wasn’t black holes, but was something that was consuming my life at the time: Hierarchy. I’d served many Alphas, been owned multiple times, and through these experiences I began piecing together and methodically testing what I’ve come to understand as Hierarchical fact today.

Most crucial of my discoveries was the existence of Alpha hierarchy within the larger framework itself. To date I’m the only one who has accurately described Alpha hierarchy, put names and functions to each level of Alpha hierarchy, and then successfully used it to predict Alpha behavior. Mind you, I’m just a faggot who has spent many years in the service of great Alphas, but I was paying attention!

In my head, the math suggested that there should be a Final Alpha, the most powerful one. But how to find and identify such a Man? My interactions with Alphas were largely one-on-one, and I didn’t realize that was the problem. That’s like trying to scan the stars while looking at them through a cardboard toilet paper tube!

I needed to see Alphas together, interacting with each other daily, before the evidence of the existence of God Alphas presented itself!

Funnily enough, the God Alpha I discovered was my bunk mate!

When I arrived in prison camp in July of 2022 to serve time for a crime I never meant to commit, I was accidentally redirected to the wrong bunk. In this camp, the dormitory building was a long straight metal shack with two floors, both identical. A long hallway ran down the full length of each floor, and on each side of the hallway were cubes, each cube containing four cubicles and two beds per cubicle.

I was supposed to be upstairs in the predominantly white section, but I was placed in the lower level with the blacks. Little did they know about my preferences…

When I arrived, I met my “cellie”, a hulking, muscular 53-year-old black Alpha named “B” (everybody had letters for names there except for me). B was in the midst of his fourth long stint in prison for drug dealing, and he knew as soon as he saw me I didn’t belong there. So he set expectations and began teaching me how to move in prison.

Of course I never learned, a fact that amused B as much as it annoyed him. I’d make B laugh long and loud when I’d crack a joke or sass back at someone. “Man, my cellie funny!” B often bellowed to the other black Alphas in our cube.

Because of B I wore a shield of protection wherever I went.

But then I began to notice how other Apex Alphas would visit our cubicle to consult with B (I was ordered out of the cubicle during these Alpha conferences). I watched as B directed a couple of Apex Alphas (primarily an older Apex named Doe) to shepherd a young black Apex named “D”.

I also watched other Alphas in camp slip into our cubicle very early in the morning to leave fresh milk and fruit and other gifts for B to enjoy … tributes, for lack of a better term.

And then it hit me – B is a God Alpha!

A God Alpha isn’t something a Man bestows upon himself. It’s something bestowed upon him by the submission of all other levels of Alphahood.

To this point I hadn’t spoken much about Hierarchy, so I decided to ask B about it.

“B, do you consider yourself to be Alpha?” I asked.

B’s reply shocked me: “I am God.”

A couple of months later the camp’s presiding officer visited our cubicle and was going to move me. But B stopped him (yes, he stopped the head officer!) and told him this: “Naw man, Sam’s the best cellie I’ve ever had.”

I still carry that great compliment around inside me with warped pride.

A month later B was caught bringing contraband into camp and was shipped off to higher security.

But I will see him again. Once he’s free he’s flying to Aruba to marry his fiancé. I told him I’m going to be there. “Sam, if you show up, just know I’m gonna stab yo’ ass.”

Death by God Alpha. What a way for a faggot to go!

As I’ve said elsewhere, I was basically gay from birth. By the sixth grade, I had developed a crush on a boy named George (although I didn’t know what it meant at the time), and middle school/high school attractions to boys in class (Bob, I still miss you and your bulge in those tight pants!) further refined my obvious sexual orientation.

However, like most closeted gay youths, I was compelled to date girls in order to fit in with the budding heterosexual attractions of my closest friends. So, like a coward, I started dating girls.

My first few relationships were fulfilling in some way. Despite a general lack of attraction to their bodies, I was more than capable of performing sexually. Some of that probably had to do with the newness of sex in general, as well as the virulent hormones coursing through me at that age. Around that time I also discovered – much to my surprise – that I really loved boobs. For that period of time I was just like every other guy, dating a girl for a while in order to get some pussy before moving to the next one.

Of course, it was all a lie. I knew every kiss was a lie. I knew every thrust of my penis into a vagina was a lie. I knew every “I love you” was a lie. In the moment, it felt real to me; wet lips, warm bodies tangled, heavy sighs, and powerful, head-spinning orgasms. But in my quiet moments alone, a gnawing guilt remained.

When I met my first Alpha Roger at age 17 I was dating a sweet, petite brunette named Lori. Unlike my previous girlfriends, Lori was a virgin. Lori spent months trying to convince me to take her virginity, but I kept resisting. We would lie in the grass of my backyard on breezy summer nights, Lori’s hips gyrating her tight pussy on my finger as if she wanted me to insert my entire arm. I would always stop these heavy petting sessions, leaving Lori breathless and confused. It was a frustrating time for both of us.

Once Roger entered my life, though, my inner truth became crystal clear. I suddenly became Lori, desperately trying to get Roger to deflower me. I knew right then that I needed to break it off with Lori; I couldn’t concentrate on anything else but Roger anymore. The end came a few months later when I didn’t give Lori anything for Valentine’s Day. Rightfully upset, Lori tearfully begged for a reason why I didn’t love her the way she loved me.

“I … just don’t,” I replied. The response was cold and cruel in that special way only selfish teenaged boys can master. And that mercifully ended my last relationship with a female.

Not long after that, Roger slid his enormous, granite-hard cock into my throat. I remember the feeling of his solid, swollen cock-head on my tongue, the salty taste of his foreskin, the firmness of his hands in my hair, and the look of disgusted lust in his eyes as he looked down on me. That first taste of a Man’s cock erased everything I imagined about my life before and reshaped it into something new.

However, I still hadn’t accepted the complete truth about myself. Even then, as Roger was using me as a human tube sock, I still believed that I could be loved. I would construct elaborate fantasies about being Roger’s lover, perhaps getting married somehow and building a life together. Every time he would throat fuck me I would try to make it terrific for him in the hope that he might finally leave his girlfriend for me.

It never happened. I found myself in love with him, flying into jealous, tearful rages and begging for a love that would never come. Eventually, my love-fueled hysterics ended our friendship.

All of these tragic, emotionally-devastating situations occurred only because I couldn’t be honest. I couldn’t accept the truth about myself. I once truly believed that I could be a straight Man, husband, and father. Then I believed I could be a gay Man, a partner, an equal in a committed relationship.

But, as time has passed, I’ve slowly accepted the truth: I am a faggot. I was not born to honor a wife or help raise children. I was not born to be the partner to a Man, the one who makes him smile every morning. I was not born to be loved or cherished or appreciated the way a spouse yearns for their mate or a child might look at a parent.

Instead, I was born to serve. I was born to serve Men. My holes are theirs to use. The works of my hands are theirs to take. My mind is theirs to plunder. My body, mind, and heart exist only to glorify their Masculine superiority.

Men have instinctively known this truth about me my entire life. Ever since Roger first pushed me to my knees in order to receive service, Men have been using me to get what they want. Deep down, they know that I’m nothing but a faggot born to serve them.

I just needed to understand it about myself before I could actually be free.

As many of you know, I rescued an 18-year-old boy from certain death Syria in 2017. After two difficult years, I got him to safety in Australia where he lives in peace and safety.

Recently the criminal murderer Bashar al-Assad was overthrown after 50 years of atrocities, some of which Baby Boy witnessed.

But now video like this is coming out, showing the absolute horrors of Syria. Here we see human beings who were walled off in dungeons for YEARS, broken beyond repair. In all, more than 500,000 people lost their lives, and they’re the lucky ones.

Baby Boy would’ve been one of them.

I’m filled with gratitude for God leading me to him and helping me save him even though I was in darkness at the time. He is the bright light of pure love in the center of my heart. But even that joy is threatened to be overwhelmed by the nightmare of what this video reveals.

You and I both know the world can’t go on like this. And it isn’t going to.

“And God will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.” (Rev 21:4)

It’s almost here!