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!
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.
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!
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!
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:
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.
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.
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!
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!
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?
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)
I’ve been online teaching Hierarchical truth since June of 2015, so nearly ten years. And over that time I’ve been asked multiple times why I continue teaching these things, persevering through virtually obstacle imaginable.
My simple answer is this: Hierarchical truth gave me purpose and clarity and peace in my life, and as more and more people apply and embrace these truths they have the same results. So I’ve been convinced of the power of these fundamental truths, and the importance of giving back drives me forward.
And I have been blessed to be a part of significantly changing the lives of many, many people because I never gave up and I never forgot the truths I experienced and witnessed with my own eyes.
I received a very long, very detailed letter in my Questions inbox from a faggot brother yesterday, and he was asking about the future of Hierarchy in the wake of the left’s neutering of males through “wokeness” and the right’s hateful, Destroyer Alpha ideologies that reveal only insecurities. It’s an intriguing problem, one I gave considerable thought to over the last two years while I was incarcerated.
But first, let me share my brother’s remarkable letter:
Dear Sam,
I’m a longtime fan of your work who is finally reaching out to say thank you and pose some questions to you about hierarchy and its future.
First, thank you. Thank you for educating the world, including me. I first came across your content years ago on the old FWA site. There I was, sitting in an airport, waiting for my flight to arrive when I stumbled across FWA. My curiosity was piqued and not long thereafter I was hooked. It took some time, but I came to realize that I’m a faggot (albeit a rather prideful and rebellious one). At first there was some concern and cognitive dissonance—but the more I read and the more I reflected—the more I understood myself, my hunger to serve, and the bigger picture. That said, I have some thoughts and questions about hierarchy and the Alpha and fag communities.
My awakening as a faggot began when I was in college. I met two guys (a couple) who took my virginity. Yes, my first time was a threesome—and it was awesome. One had an absolutely life changing dick. Big. Thick. Uncut. He was a cocky motherfucker who knew his power and attraction. Our “hanging out” quickly escalated to me stroking his cock and then sucking it while his boyfriend fucked me. After a while of that, and after my virgin hole had been opened a bit, the bigger of the two then took me from behind and fucked me with his impressive manhood. I felt so good. So complete. But also afraid. Dirty even. There was a lot to process, but I knew I liked that feeling—of having a man inside of me. Of making him cum. Of using my body to bring him pleasure. I didn’t realize it then, but this obviously sowed the seeds of my descent into sub space.
Soon after, I started meeting more guys—some mediocre who just wanted a quick fuck—but some who were truly special, just like that first guy. They fucked with ferocity but also with purpose. They owned my minds as much as my body, and they did so in a way that exemplified masculine superiority. In hindsight, I now know these were true Alphas who I met along the way.
One, a frequent fuck buddy, was an older man in his 30s. He was hung, handsome, fit, and had a magnetic personality. I wanted to spend as much time in his presence as I could—and I did. He taught me how to properly sexually service men like him, but he always did so in a constructive and warm way. He was my first Protector Alpha. He was also the first Alpha who cunted me.
In my experience, everything you write about cunting is true. Here I am, more than 15 years later, and I still hunger for the way this Alpha fucked me. The way he used my holes for his pleasure and the pleasure of his friend he introduced me to. All these years later, I’m still that shy 18 year old college freshman getting railed by this absolute mountain of a man, and I still remember all of the life lessons he imparted upon me; recognizing my self worth and giving me confidence to be who I am.
I suppose you could say I was lucky because over the years I met other Alphas whom I served sexually. Most were Protectors, but all had the same intoxicating effect: overwhelming my senses, the euphoria of their attention and approval, drawing me closer to them and their power, making me submit. A handful cunted me, resulting in them similarly forever owning a part of my psyche. Your recent podcast about Alpha ascendancy reminded me of these life changing and treasured experiences.
That recent podcast also made me think about some things that concern me about hierarchy today. Maybe I’m jaded, but I can’t help but look around and see a landscape of posers, fakes, and opportunists parading themselves as “Alphas” but not knowing the first thing about what it means to be an Alpha. I see this a lot in the findom space. It’s hard for me—a very successful professional—to take these “Alphas” seriously or see them as anything but chumps who are asking for a handout. What is “Alpha” about extracting money from a faggot or a sub, someone who is already insignificant to begin with? What is “Alpha” about depending on the charity of another when you are supposed to be a leader of men?
Your recent podcast on ascendancy told listeners to take heed of our environment, of the Alpha-fag ecosystem and lifecycle. Yes, fags exist to serve Alphas, but Alphas also need fags, as well. A faggot is there for more than just spitting on or extracting money. It’s there to serve, to be taught, and to be led. But I don’t see much of the latter.
I look out on the world and see a tragic lack of Protector Alphas. It makes me sad to think that young and future faggots might not experience what I did because their only concept of service might be coughing up money for or being spit on by the people I describe above. It also worries me that an entire generation of Alphas is being lost to this performative and reductive idea of what superiority and true masculine leadership and excellence look like.
Do you think things are changing? If so, are they changing for the better? Or have I missed something, or perhaps am just jaded? Where have all the Protectors gone?
This brother’s letter is very much the kind of message I receive on a daily basis since my return from prison. Why is there such affection and loyalty to FWA (now Hierarchy University) and its message? BECAUSE IT WAS NEVER A FETISH SITE – IT PROVED ITSELF TO BE TELLING TRUTH. And that truth SET PEOPLE FREE and CHANGED LIVES.
Listen to the experiences of my brother. Notice how he recognized the ring of truth in what I was teaching, to the point that he couldn’t ignore it any longer. And when he applied that truth in his life, miraculous experiences changed his entire life and set him free!
Which leads me to one of my answers to my brother’s questions above: is Hierarchy being invalidated or diluted by the current state of the world and masculinity in general? NO. Hierarchy is as ancient as any principle in human society. It’s something we know from infancy, feel it in the air everywhere we go, and are always guided instinctively by its influence. The same hierarchical influence that caused males to submit and service gladiators in the Roman Empire still molds the minds of Men today. The only factor that really changes in the equation is how much will society allow the freedom to express it.
My brother brings up another, more sobering point: Alphas are in trouble. Radical ideological forces are shifting Alphas away from what I consider to be their absolutely intrinsic purpose: As Protector (or Builder) Alphas. The world of today is either teaching Alphas that everyone is equal, neutering their power to lead. The world of today is also teaching Alphas to be selfish and stupid, encouraging insecure and toxic Destroyer Alpha behaviors.
My brother mentions online financial domination as one of these toxic forces ruining Alphas, and I completely agree. Findom doesn’t teach true Hierarchy, but rather a cartoonish version of Alphahood that allows fakes and phonies to slip in and mislead others. In turn, these Alpha failures destroy genuine faggots misled by their corrupted masculinity. There are definitely true Alphas in findom, but they are often obscured by the loud, ignorant, and grotesque Destroyer Alphas poisoning the true water of Hierarchy.
Without great Protector Alphas providing clear-eyed, ethical leadership, human society is threatened. It becomes like a ship without a sturdy, reliable rudder, and it becomes vulnerable to crashing or capsizing.
The true Protector Alphas I’m describing – the ones I’ve served, as well as the ones I’ve described on this site – aren’t pussies or weak Men. Quite the contrary. They’re the ones who defend what is right, fight for the weak and the broken, and defend those they love from threats foreign and domestic. These are Men I would crawl on broken glass to serve and worship, and I know my faggot brother feels the same.
That said, I know there are true Protector Alphas truly worthy of devotion and worship. I don’t believe the current crisis of Masculinity will ever snuff out the true Kings. I say this because I know there are some around today, as there have always been. It’s simply a matter of these powerful Alpha Masters asserting themselves and forcing out the pretenders.
I’m really grateful to my brother for posing this issue, as well as his wonderful, strengthening endorsement of what I’m doing here. His life course and success as a faggot simply prove the truth of Hierarchy, and I’m so proud to serve alongside him!
Hey brother, I served a man for a few months and he decided to turn me into his boyfriend. I accepted and moved in to serve him 24/7. I’ve been very happy serving him so far. I cook, clean, do the laundry, and suck his dick every single day. But there’s one thing that bothers me. He loves giving me presents: flowers, clothes, new IPhones, fancy dinners, international trips etc. He always pays for everything. I told him that he doesn’t need to, but he always says that his father taught him to be a Real Man and Real Men must provide their girls with everything they want. How can I show him that I am not his girlfriend? I am his faggot and I should be paying for his things, not the other way around. I want him to own my bank account, and instead he doesn’t stop giving me extra money to buy clothes and look sexy for him. I already showed him this website and even explained what findom is, but he continues to say that he has a dick and balls, so no fag or girl will ever pay 1 cent for him. My guess is: He had 3 relationships with women and they took advantage of his generosity, I am his first faggot, so I think he’s struggling to understand the difference between me and the other spoiled girls who took thousands of euros from him.
Brother, I think this is a first. I’ve never had a faggot write to me upset that their Alpha won’t stop lavishing them with gifts!
I don’t mean to tease you, but you know it does sound a little weird. However, I do understand your issue. I have a TERRIBLE time accepting ANY gifts from people. I prefer to get my stuff myself, and I HATE asking for help. It’s especially hard to receive gifts from our Alphas, for the reasons you mention in your question.
However, there are some incredible Alphas out there who truly value their subs/faggots. If they have the means (as your Alpha apparently does), they will spend ridiculous amounts of money on what is essentially their servant.
You must keep in mind he is not trying to buy you, or guilt you into service. He genuinely cares about you and is grateful that you serve him and submit to him. Some Men struggle to express those things in words, so they speak them in gestures and gifts.
And “express” is an intentional word here, because he is expressing a real desire in his heart. He NEEDS to express these things, because he WANTS TO.
Here’s a little story from my life: My first real Master was a straight Alpha named Aaron, and I was unworthy to lick the impressions of his feet in mud. Inside, I felt absolutely unworthy of his every compliment, his every tender gesture. Then one weekend I had to fly out of the country, and I was petrified of flying. I also hated leaving Master Aaron unattended. But I went anyway (of course). When I returned, there were a dozen red roses on the kitchen table and a note from Master Aaron telling me how proud he was of me. And I broke down and cried.
There are truly astounding Alphas out there who want to show their faggots that they’re valued. It’s important to THEM to do that.
Your job as this Alpha’s faggot is to please him and make him happy, right? That’s what you want to do, right? Well then, stop complaining about his gifts. It makes him happy to do these things for you. He WANTS to do these things for you … he NEEDS to do these things for you. Deeply appreciate your good fortune to be owned by such a powerful, successful, and tender Alpha! Kiss his feet every day and thank him for his benevolent and merciful kindness in allowing you to serve. Make him feel like the King he is!
(BTW, if he has an extra grand or two lying around, ask him to send it my way! I could use the help!)
Sam, how much does your family know about your relationships with men? I ask this because as a faggot I cannot demand that my owner come to family events or holidays. Part of me wants to tell my parents I am in a relationship but I have no control in it. I also fear that this will devastate them. What are your thoughts Sam?
Hi brother. My family knows I’m a faggot; I told them a long time ago. And there was a huge fight about it, and feelings were hurt. However, we are fine now … because we don’t talk about it. And I also don’t bring a Master to the family Thanksgiving dinner, either.
Every family dynamic is different, and only you know how far you can push your family. I don’t think it’s necessary for any faggot to die on the hill for Hierarchy and proclaim it to the entire world. Your family doesn’t need to know a damned thing about what you do in your private life. If you can’t make it to a family function due to a Master … well, then you can’t make it. Your family will adjust to whatever you need to be happy in your own life. It’s your life to live, not theirs.
But let’s be frank – almost every parent, regardless of how liberal and open-minded they are, will be quite unhappy to hear that you’re a faggot. No parent wants their son to be used the way we are often used by Men. Being a faggot means no grandchildren, no family photo ops with little nuclear families gathered around the Christmas tree, etc. So they’ll always be upset.
Which is why I think you should just keep it to yourself and live the way you need in order to feel complete.
Hey Sam love your site I’ve been a fan for years and you d helped me accepted my faghood -I was was wondering if you could share the story about master Eddie with us it sounds incredibly hot and intriguing I know you haven’t gotten a message from him since but can you tell us fags how you spoke to him and got his number-I would love to have your skills and confidence to do that especially given he was married thank you
I’ll write up a brief synopsis for now, since I don’t know where it’s headed yet.
I had a store-based sales job (which I have since quit to level up my pay substantially) when Eddie, his wife, and their two small kids came in. Technically, they weren’t my customers, but Eddie was hot and intense looking and I started chatting them up.
But there was something between Eddie that immediately clicked. He mentioned that he had built his own house himself. I complimented him on this and began remarking that Men don’t do those kinds of things anymore (and he heartily agreed). At this point his wife too the kids to shop while we meandered together and talked. That led to me talking to him about the lack of real Men, which I then led into a discussion about Hierarchy. When I reasoned with him about Hierarchy, he was nodding and saying things like “yeah, I see what you mean”. I then told him that he’s obviously Alpha – and he immediately agreed. Then he began to tell me about being in the Marines (bingo!) and the examples of Alphahood he saw there. Then he asked me where I was in Hierarchy, and I told him I was a “slave male”. This made him laugh, and I jokingly said “But I don’t have an owner right now … I guess I’m a runaway slave”. That made him laugh again. As they were getting ready to leave, he asked for my phone number.
We’ve texted a few times since then, but with the holidays it’s just not easy to get time for even meeting up for a beer. We shall see! But it’s really just that easy, guys.
