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!

Thank you, all!

Love,

sam the faggot

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!)

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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.

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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.

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

So I had phone sex with Master Lorenzo the other day.

Wait. Let me back up.

Master Lorenzo asked me if I would be willing to talk to him on the phone. He said he had some specific questions to ask me about faggots and his growing role as a God Alpha. Of course, it’s not every day that I get to chat with a burgeoning God, so I eagerly accepted the invitation.

The first thing that immediately struck me was the luscious, sultry sound of Master Lorenzo’s voice. He’s a young Brazilian Alpha, so his voice has that rich Spanish inflection to it while retaining the deeper, darker textures of his native tongue. I must tell you, there’s no female or faggot alive who can resist Master Lorenzo’s voice.

As we continued to talk, I naturally became increasingly complimentary of him and the way he’s exerted his power so far in his journey. I couldn’t help it. Talking to such a sexy Alpha on the phone make my fag pussy open like a flower, and I was flushed with submission.

Then Master Lorenzo, sensing my yielding to him, said the magic words: “I’m hard, and I want you to make me cum.”

Such directness, spoken in that accent, made my caged clit start leaking. “Yes, Master,” was all I could whisper in return.

It’s been a little while since I’ve bothered with phone sex, but I quickly kicked off the rust and began audibly servicing my Master. We talked about ways I would worship his body, finally culminating in a conversation about breeding that led to Master Lorenzo cumming.

And what a glorious load it was! His moans were loud, deep, and sustained. He shot for a good minute, grunting through the final spurts. Then, out of breath, he panted those words we love to hear: “good boy.”

Master Lorenzo is one of the new generation of Alphas being trained here at FWA, and I must tell you that he is one of the hottest! It was my pleasure to be used by Master Lorenzo this way, and I hope I can continue to please him along with the many other faggots he’s destined to own!

Thank you, Master Lorenzo!