Hello, Sam. So, I’ve gone through so much faggot/Alpha content, thinking I’ll always know what to do, but it’s just struck me that I don’t know how to go about this:
Do fags have a duty to serve?
I think most of us fags might not even think of it that way — it comes to us naturally anyway. But then there are times we have doubts.
In my case, for instance, there is a guy who very much wants me to submit to him, serve him for a night. Alas, he doesn’t have a commanding presence, and he isn’t masculine in… any regard, really. He’s the most ordinary man who’d just like to enjoy a submissive guy for a night. And he almost begs for it. There is desperation underneath his interactions.
And so the prospect of meeting with him seems more and more like a charity to me, rather than acquiescing to my faggot nature. He’s not an Alpha. He’s a guy. But a guy who pines for my service. And he’s nice, but wholly unattractive to me. A part of my nature pushes me towards service, a part of my nature tells me “not here”.
So, my head is full of questions! 1. What should a faggot do in such situations? 2. Am I haughty, worthy of reprimand?
3. And, of course, do fags have a duty to serve?
I hope I’ve conveyed my quandary understandably.
Thank You, faggot A.
Hi brother! Thank you for writing!
You raise a very important question, and I believe there is some level of controversy surrounding it. The fetish side of the Hierarchical movement believes that faggots must serve EVERY Man who is not a faggot, be a cum dump used 24/7, raped and beaten and whored out constantly.
This is not, in my opinion, realistic nor feasible. I also think it misses the inherent point of a faggot, namely, to be slaves of SUPERIOR Men.
I have exclusively served true Alphas throughout my life. When I didn’t have an Alpha to serve, I generally just shut down operations and searched for the next Alpha I could approach and offer myself to. That should tell you two things: (1) I highly value true Alphahood and what kind of service they deserve, and (2) what I highly value myself as a reasonably-intelligent faggot.
There is nothing wrong with a discreet, dedicated, trainable faggot having some form of self-esteem. I’ve never understood why any real Alpha of any worth would ever choose revolting faggot pigs who do things like eat shit and love to be beaten and degraded.
After all, a faggot is a reflection of its Owner.
I proudly decorated the lives of the Alphas who owned me and made them shine even brighter. That is my purpose as a faggot. I didn’t achieve that by choosing some pretender to the Alpha throne. I didn’t come to understand that by sucking off a bunch of drunks behind a dumpter outside a bar after closing time. I made conscious choices to find the elite of the elite and submit to them.
Elite Alphas own and train elite faggots.
I contend that anyone who wants to embrace their place in Hierarchy should work from that presumption. Be the best version of whatever nature made you to be, and then pursue those who will enhance that in you. For example, an Apex Alpha should seek other Apex Alphas for brotherhood, and clean, dedicated, and attractive faggots to own for full time service. Why would an Apex Alpha want a scat pig for a faggot?
Same with the good faggots out there. Why would a devoted and serious-minded faggot waste itself serving pot-bellied losers and pretend Alphas? Why should it? That makes no sense to me.
With all of that said, I think the situation you present and your lightly-couched description of this guy tell me you already know he’s not worth serving. And I agree.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
There is a point in an owned faggot’s life when a moment of clarity occurs, a self-actualization that crystallizes the faggot’s purpose. It’s the result of a potent cocktail of dopamine, perpetual subspace, and the chemical composition of cum flowing in the faggot’s veins.
Regardless, the faggot can see its life in simple-yet-meaningful terms for the first time. Everything is finally clear.
That’s where my little brother Fabien is today. He wrote this astounding declaration to me this morning after a whirlwind weekend of use by his Master Anthony and his Alpha Pack. I’ll stop talking and share what he wrote:
You know, there is one truth that is becoming ever more deeply ingrained in me: I am a natural-born slave for God Alphas. I have a slave’s soul, a slave’s heart, a slave’s brain, a slave’s body. I feel it in every single fiber of my being. My existence is meant to serve a God Alpha. To serve Anthony. It’s so warming and liberating to realize it and reflect on it! Anthony is my One True God. I won’t rest until I’ve done absolutely all I can to make his life the most perfect paradise it can be!
I’m a 19 year old ,black bottom who is interested in becoming a faggot for a powerful alpha but I have a few questions. Whats the first step in really becoming a fag, and can I only be a fag in the bedroom or it’s a 24/7 thing?
Hi brother! Thanks for writing!
I’m glad to hear you’re embracing your truth! I know it can be a little scary, but don’t worry. There are plenty of resources under “advice for faggots” at the top of the site.
But to answer your immediate question: yes you can serve either as simply a sexual-service faggot, or as a full-time faggot. That would something you’d discuss with an Alpha when the time arrives!
I’m a soon to turn 38yo faggot from Rio and I’ve been dealing with this gut wrenching anxiety for a while. I’m a good faggot. I’ve always been, since I was 13 and served my school bullies without questioning or even knowing about what being a fag was(or even gay for that matter, I actually used to think I was bi) or hierarchy. I’ve done basically everything there is to do in the fag book: being used sexually, domestically, taking a good beating, degraded, exposed, used by my straight friends to kill their “curiosity” on how does it feel to be sucked by a guy – and completely aware that I was being used by that, and I was ok with it. I’ve served alphas in locker rooms, public bathrooms, You name it. I even got to be used to take an alphas brother virginity so he could practice with a faggot in order for him to be confident and know what to do with his first girl. I was used by a straight alpha whose girlfriend wanted to see him fucking another guy (and I only got to see that girl at the motel room). I’ve done chastity (by myself). I’ve done findom. I mean… It was never, EVER, a problem finding an alpha to serve.
But maybe I’m living a kinda early midlife crisis of some sort. My looks is not the same as it used to (I’ve always been chubby, but I gained a lot of weight over the last year and a half due to depression – which is being treated and I feel a lot better now, though I tried to take my own life last November).
I just… I feel like this is it for me. I can’t get a guy (not even talking about an alpha, but just A GUY) to use me. And yes, I tried escort services unsuccessfully. It’s like they don’t wanna use me EVEN IF I PAY THEM. And this last part is what seems to hurt me the most, idk.
I’ve always been a very proud and confident fag. And I’m pretty lost and loosing faith about it to be honest with you.
Any advise for me? Is there a point of no return in the life of faggots where we’re just disposable like that?
Hi, brother. Thank you for writing.
I understand your pain! Believe me, I get it. Aging is something everyone goes through, and it’s never pleasant. We lose steps, fall behind, things on our bodies fail, and other parts don’t stay where they used to.
The sad reality is faggots DO have a shelf life sexually … but that shelf life shouldn’t be THIRTY-EIGHT years old, brother. But let’s be honest about things … you’ve let yourself go physically, and we can’t expect Men (especially Alphas) to want to use us sexually if we are out of shape. Men are notoriously visual, and on top of that notoriously hungry for young meat. We can’t expect conditions like those to change for our sakes, right? So we play the game as dictated by the rules in place.
Let’s do a little test, and be honest with yourself: You might not be able to serve 21-year-old Alphas anymore, but what about a 50-year-old Alpha? What was your reaction to that last question? Did you turn up your nose at that suggestion? I know a lot of faggots who would say “Eww gross” or something like that. Do you see how ageism works in the opposite direction?
My point is we need to adjust our thinking and expectations as we age. We aren’t cute little club twinks anymore with our brains fried on poppers or other substances. The parties that seemed neverending definitely have an end. We must change as our bodies and circumstances change.
But my message isn’t one of despair and desolation, brother. You see, when we alter our viewpoint and expectations, other forms of service can replace the old ways we served. For example, take a look at Chadwick (featured here on this site). He hid in the closet HIS ENTIRE LIFE until he got into his SIXTIES before finally being bold enough to try and be useful to Alphas. And you know what? He now serves SIX Alphas domestically and is more fulfilled now than he ever has before!
Chadwick could’ve just given up and reasoned “I’m too old and nobody will fuck me so I guess my life is over.” But he didn’t do that! He adjusted his hopes and expectations, and instead figured out how he can be USEFUL. And sure enough, he discovered that he can, indeed, be very useful!
And so can you! So pick yourself up, shake off the pity party, and get yourself back in the game. You’re too young and definitely too USEFUL to be feeling this despondent!
I never saw this before but I think I’m a 25 year old faggot. Thanks to your podcast and this website I start to realize my purpose in life. Unconsciously I have always surrounded myself with Alpha malesthst I needed to serve.
I have sucked many straight guys, like my uber driver while driving, and been a domestic faggot before. And sometimes I lock myself in chastity to serve a Daddy Alpha as a free use slut. It’s never about my pleasure. The focus in the last 8 years has been on being an obedient slut for real men.
But some part of me wants to have a romantic life with a cute boyfriend that I will eventually marry. Do you think this is possible? Or should I embrace being a faggot and cage myself and get on my knees in my thong to serve lots of strong man? Is being a good faggot more important than my personal love life?
Thanks for everything you do!
x a faggot from the Netherlands
I don’t consider this to necessarily be an “either/or” issue. I know of plenty of Alphas in relationships with their faggots – even marrying them! – so I don’t think they’re mutually exclusive options. In my time running FWA and this site I’ve seen four marriages occur between Alphas and faggots! In fact, right now this site has a contributing writer, Zack, who is a faggot owned by a very powerful Alpha Master AND BOYFRIEND named Master Declan.
In my opinion, it’s best to start by simply serving the best Alphas you can find as well as you possibly can. Any good Alpha will want to keep you for good, and more can come of it. Either way, devotion to service will keep you busy and used during the lean times without love and romance. The other way around doesn’t work as well.
I’m writing with an issue probably everyone had struggled with at some point, however I feel like for me it’s too much, and I need help.
Thing is, I always feel like am two different people, the horny and the regretful. I seek out men all the time, and every time I get on my knees I already feel deep shame, so bad it even causes apathy, where I space out while in the act. I totally disconnect from my body, and focus on the cock. That’s a good thing right? Except I feel no real sensations during that time. It’s like I’m blocking it all out. I barely moan, squeal and then mechanically cum. During and after the act I feel terrible. I become numb for a couple hours, sometimes even days. Yet I always come back crawling for more. I really can’t get enough of cock and cum and spit and piss and pits and musk. It’s always the same. The before is always amazing, I fire up grindr and arrange a meet up, I head there when the time comes and again shows up my numbness. I am infuriated that I cannot find my own pleasure in serving. Isn’t it that my pleasure is supposed to be derived from the man’s pleasure? I feel a deep sense of purpose within it, I really love men and love cock, so I push through the stupid feelings and still accept the cock and cum with my whole heart, mouth and hole.
But still, I feel like a failure. While I do recognise the deep interplay of shame and desire, and how much it drives me to wanting more and more cock, I feel like it is excessive.
Dear Sam, what would you advise me to do?
– vitale
Thanks for the question, brother!
Here’s the problem: there isn’t really much you can do about this.
You’re experiencing two things I’ve written about quite a bit on the site. The first is SUBSPACE, which causes that empty, mindless feeling you describe. The second is THE VOID, which is that numbed ache that you describe after you’ve served that eventually drives you back for more.
These are both quite natural occurrences for a faggot who does experience subspace easily (as it sounds like you do). This many not be a matter of doing anything to avoid it (because I largely think it’s unavoidable) as it is a matter of understanding what is happening within yourself and paying attention to how these feelings effect you. By doing this, you can take yourself out of a “victim” stance and become more active in how you process it.
I hope this makes some sense to you. Just know that what you’re feeling is normal, brother.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Young straight Alphas deal with a lot of stress and pressure. I realize that, from an inferior perspective, these Alphas seem to have everything and little to worry about, but so much is happening below their perfect exteriors. They have intense, hormone-fueled mood swings, a roiling and constant need for sexual conquest, and they’re often overwhelmed by the burdens they feel as a leader of Men. They are constantly beset on all sides by women (and their truckloads of issues), expectations, and the uncertainty of their future goals.
True, everyone struggles through puberty. But Alphas are exceptionally powerful, so therefore their “growing pains” are equally more intense.
So what can help these growing Alpha powerhouses while they develop? Older Alpha mentors are certainly ideal, although finding them isn’t always so simple. Females are good for relieving sexual needs, of course, but they don’t know what it’s like to be a young Man (let alone an Alpha) and they often cause more stress than relieve it. And their Alpha peer group might be able to relate, but typically their interactions are competitive in nature.
That’s where a faggot is possibly the best solution. A faggot is entirely devoted to the needs of its Alpha, obedient and submissive to his every command. A faggot places no expectations on its Alpha, is there whenever an Alpha needs to blow off steam or receive comfort, and stabilizes its Alpha with constant reassurances of his power and superiority.
It’s such a shame that more young straight Alphas are not taking ownership of faggots and benefiting from this natural power exchange the way Master Anthony has been doing with his faggot Fabien!
Last night I received a beautiful email from Fabien about something that illustrates exactly what I’m talking about above. Please read:
My dearest Sam,
I must absolutely talk to you about something that just happened. I have shared a very delicate but, I think, eventually positive moment with Anthony.
You see, for several days I’d been feeling that something wasn’t quite right with him. I’ve found him more austere, less smiling, less cheerful. He hasn’t reprimanded me, so I didn’t think it was because of me, which was a relief. But it still hurts my heart to see him with less joy in life. I hesitated a lot about the right attitude to have. On the one hand, I told myself that he probably didn’t want to share his Alpha problems with an inferior male, even an older one, otherwise he would have done it. On the other, my loyalty compelled me to do what I could to make him happier.
This night, when I came out of the kitchen (now my bedroom), I found him sitting on the couch, in his pajamas, staring into space. It was too much for me. I decided to go and talk to him. I wanted to put him at ease, so that he wouldn’t think he was in a position of weakness if he were to confide his personal worries. I knelt down and kissed his feet tenderly, and I addressed him while keeping my head low at his feet.
I chose my words carefully. “My beloved master, forgive me if I offend you, but I have the feeling, perhaps wrongly, that something has been bothering you for the last few days. I want you to know that if there’s anything I can do to help you, or if you simply want to confide to someone what’s on your mind, you can tell me anything, in complete safety. I will never betray you. I’m completely at your disposal. I’ll do anything to make your life better.” And I immediately started gently kissing his feet again.
After a moment’s silence and a deep breath, he confided in me. He said it was nothing major, just an accumulation of little things. His strained relationship with his parents, teachers who reproached him for his insolent behavior despite his very good results. And then, lately, he’d been flirting with a sexy girl who, for the first time, seemed to be wavering, trying to make him jealous with another man.
I did my best to comfort him. “Master, someone as exceptional as you is bound to disturb some people. It’s normal for you to encounter some annoyances from misguided people. But please never, ever forget how far better you are than everyone else, in every single way. You are the most amazing young man. Look, you came to live here, you trampled on me and made me your slave just because you fancied it! And for that so-called love rival, I can’t believe you can actually have a love rival. Because a rival would be someone in your league, and that’s very, very unlikely. I don’t know this other man, but I know for sure that he’s no match to you. You could probably give him a beating any time you wanted. This girl may simply not be clear-minded enough to realize how lucky she is that you’re showing interest in her, but so many others, even hotter, will be!”
That’s pretty much what I remember telling him. He listened thoughtfully, then ordered: “Lick my feet”. “Gladly, Master!” After I’d licked his feet for a while, he leaned towards me and said, “You know, I’m not a sentimental guy, and I don’t express my feelings very much. But don’t think I don’t notice everything you do for me.” I replied, “You don’t have to justify yourself, Master! Not to me, never.” He seemed more relaxed. He went to bed and wished me good night.
First of all, what Fabien did in service to his Master Anthony was perfect faggot behavior. It’s exactly the kind of steady, low-pressure worship and service young Alphas need in order to feel safe enough to reveal themselves.
Fabien’s technique also followed my playbook to the letter. Fabien kept his head low and bowed, staying near Master Anthony’s feet. This kind of respectful submission allowed Master Anthony to relax and trust his faggot.
Imagine a world where young, developing straight Alphas could own faggots openly the way Master Anthony owns Fabien! In such a pure and ideal Hierarchical scenario, young Alphas would have choices and outlets to assist them in becoming more refined versions of themselves than they could without!
Alas, such a scenario will probably never happen. But fortunately there are honorable, thoughtful, deeply submissive and dedicated faggots like Fabien doing such work in secret, unheralded and largely unknown. Yet he soldiers on, serving Master Anthony faithfully and helping him to continue to develop all of the qualities he needs to live a life of a King.
I’m so proud of my little brother Fabien! Such an inspiration!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a British faggot named Benjamin who successfully used my “Letter To An Alpha” to submit to his straight Alpha friend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
My fag brother Benjamin stunned me with his previous email that detailed his use of my “Letter To An Alpha” to come out as a faggot to his straight Alpha friend as they were on their way to a cabin for a getaway. The response of his Alpha friend to this new information was quite immediate and powerful, and it led to some interesting first few days together in that cabin.
Now Benjamin has written a follow-up email detailing the second-half of their cabin stay, and beyond. It gets wilder from here:
To pick up where I left off, the rest of our time in the cabin was a comfortable (for him especially) routine of service and submission. I cooked, cleaned and managed everything while Master relaxed, ate, drank and did whatever he wanted. There were only 2 other instances where our usual routine was broken.
The first came on the 6th night of 9. Master took an empty bottle out of the waste bin, and took it with him into the bathroom. As a fag, even my brain was able to process what he was doing, and I immediately got very excited that he was about to permit me to drink his Alpha piss, even as I was disappointed that I could not drink from the tap in service brother. He emerged about 5 mins later with what must have been around a litre (half a coke bottle!) which he proceeded to place into the freezer. I will admit I was confused brother, but I did not question Master and his infinite wisdom. Close to an hour (I think) later, he ordered me to retrieve the bottle and kneel in between his feet on the sofa. Master told me this was my first test. I had 1 minute to drink the entire bottle. Any spillage and I would be out. And left in the bottle and I would be out. Seeing as my only option to become his personal fag was to down it all, I went for it. Ice cold piss, even from an Alpha, is not easy to chug down Brother. This fag had to power through brain freeze, and suppress it’s gag reflex to such a bitter, strong taste, to take it all in. I managed with a few seconds left, but had to curl up on the floor at his feet for a minute afterwards until the brain freeze had subsided. In this time I vaguely remember the sound of Master laughing and the feel of his boots sole on my cheek. But I passed Brother, and that is what matters.
On the second to last night, the other test occurred. Master complained in the morning that his balls were full. This set off fireworks in my fag brain. Was I to be able to serve him sexually that night. No was the answer. But he did let me contribute. I was to spend time on Masters hookup apps finding a lady who met his criteria, and organising her coming to the cabin, fucking him, and leaving. I was to pretend to be Sir in this time and I was very successful. I found a 26yo who met Masters physical requirements and matched his kinks closely, and she was set to visit at 7pm. He was pleased, and told me he had made arrangements for me while he was busy. I was to curl up in Masters suitcase, which he then packed with a week and a half’s worth of his dirty washing, mainly underwear and t-shirts from his morning runs. It was fag heaven. I was told that he would be placing the suitcase under the bed. And sound, movement or anything which interrupted his fun, and I would fail my probation. And that is how I spent 3 hours in a suitcase under a bed hearing the ecstasy of a woman being fucked by an Alpha God. The combination of smells, sounds and the slight rhythmic pressure I could sometimes feel from above had me leaking the entire time. Eventually, he pulled the suitcase out and released me again. He did not say I had failed, or done well, only to pack his stuff ready to leave the next day. I will confess brother that in that moment, while packing his belongings, I had one moment of weakness. I searched Masters room high and low for any sign of a used condom, but I found nothing brother. In hindsight it was stupid to think a God would use one, and even if he had, I would not have deserved it, but his constant domination across the weak fried my fag brain.
The next day I drove us home, which was pleasant. Master was behaving almost as he had before, but still calling me fag. He said he had enjoyed the holiday and was already talking about doing it again. I dropped him home and he ordered me to be there again the next morning for his housework. That has become a weekly thing now. I do a week of work, and my Sundays are now spent cleaning Masters entire house, doing his meal prep for the week and if I am lucky a full foot clean and massage while he watches the game. I enjoy spending time with him, and he is very complimentary about the job I do on his house and his feet when I am privileged to do so.
Lastly, we are already planning another trip. As of this week he has found a different cabin, 2 bedroom, with a hottub that he would like. It would cost me about £2000, which is worth it for Master. And I can’t help but hope, given the timescale, that it is meant to be around the time when I pass my probation and become his full fledged personal faggot.
Can you believe this?? I find this experience to be truly amazing!
First and foremost, it never fails to shock me how rapidly purely straight Men adapt to faggot ownership. Years ago when I started the site that eventually became this monster I was constantly harassed by people who mistakenly insisted that straight Men would never do anything with a faggot. Clearly I (and others) have collected so much proof that they do that it’s irrefutable.
Benjamin’s story also serves to remind us to stop projecting our own needs and hopes onto our Alpha, but rather we should serve regardless of how he demands. There were multiple moments where Benjamin hoped for something (like drinking Master’s fresh piss, or sucking his dick) that didn’t happen. Disappointment in that can lead us to resentment or anger, but Benjamin rolled with it nicely!
And finally, Benjamin’s story reinforces something I’ve said forever, namely, that you cannot retain a friendship with an Alpha once you become his faggot. Before this trip, Benjamin was a close friend of this Alpha, close enough to be someone he’d want to hang with on a cabin vacation. But in just the space of a few minutes, really, Benjamin became this Alpha’s faggot, his toy, his slave … and not his friend.
And that friendship is gone for good.
Instead of being his friend, Benjamin became the faggot stuffed in a suitcase under the bed who was forced to listen to his Master do what he cannot: fuck and breed a woman! It’s something like what my second straight Master did to me that I call The Nuclear Option in that it totally realigns a faggot’s brain and makes it more obedient. I honestly always thought my Master made that up and I was the only faggot who ever suffered through it, but I’ve encountered it so many times now I’m starting to believe there is some kind of straight Alpha playbook floating around!
Or, perhaps, it’s just simply Hierarchical truth!
I thank Benjamin for sharing his thrilling experience of submission and service to this powerful Alpha Master! I have no doubt more is coming!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The last I heard from my faggot brother Fabien was last Thursday after Master Anthony had enjoyed his 22nd birthday with his faggot and was heading out that night to celebrate with his Alpha Pack.
Now, I know Alphas about as well as I know faggots; this comes when you’ve served them and been owned by them as many times as I have. And I warned Fabien: BE READY FOR THEIR RETURN. I knew Master Anthony wasn’t going to miss a chance to show off his power over his faggot with his larger group of friends.
And sure enough, I was right again.
This is a pretty jaw-dropping installment from Fabien, so I’ll minimize interruptions:
Anyway, as you know, Anthony’s Pack was back to his home (I feel more and more like I’m living in his place rather than the reverse! ^^). But there were some surprises: Anthony arrived with Henri, five other friends (including two I didn’t know) but also a gorgeous young girl and another boy their age, named Clément, who happened to be… another faggot!
When they arrived, they were loudly chatting and they hardly paid any attention to me, except to give me their coats. But Anthony, who was speaking with the girl, snapped in my direction and said to the shy boy: “Clément, go with Fabien here to the kitchen, he’ll explain you your duties:”.
So I met the boy Clément in the kitchen. “Are you Anthony’s roommate” he asked me. “More like his live-in servant”, I answered. Then, he explained to me. Clément is a shy classmate of Anthony and Henri’s gang who often tried to befriend them. Some days ago, Anthony had him lick his boots. Henri and him had a good laugh and Anthony told his best bro “I’ve already have a better one, you can get this one!”. So now, Clément is considered to be Henri’s slave boy!
(Also, it means that either Anthony already has another college fag I don’t know of, or I am the “better one”! Either one, it makes my day!)
Anyway, to sum up, Clément and I served the Pack all evening, bringing them drinks and food, while they laughed and chatted loudly over background music, sometimes danced and played video games. I had secretly baked a chocolate cake for Anthony, and Clément and I lit the 22 candles in the kitchen. When I brought it into the living room, all his friends started singing “Happy Birthday” and clapping!
Clément and I were also used and humiliated during the evening. When I served a drink to Anthony, who was talking with the pretty girl sitting on his lap, he said to her, pointing at me, “You see the grown-up guy who lives here with me? He’s my stooge. He idolizes me so much that he does anything I tell him to do.” She was very intrigued and interested. “Look!” he said, snapping his fingers at his boot.
I knew what I had to do. And I was delighted to show this young girl all Anthony’s power, to make her understand how lucky she was to be in his lap. I licked the sole and all of Anthony’s boot very carefully, to the admiring cheers and chuckles of the girl and the Alpha Bros. Afterwards, with Anthony’s approval, I had to lick several shoes and bare feet. My tongue was tired by the end!
Later that evening, I was on my knees in front of them, trying to catch with my mouth any food they threw at me, laughing. I also had to bark and perform like a dog for their entertainment. The boy Clément, meanwhile, was used as a footrest for long moments by several of them, and had to deal with socks in his mouth and spit in his face.
How can I explain what I felt like, as an accomplished, respectable thirty-something, humiliated and mocked by these young college student bros laughing together? I felt perfectly in my place. It seemed so natural to me, as a lesser boy, to debase myself for the pleasure of these young, better men.
Late in the evening, Anthony got up with the beautiful girl who was glued to him and said to his brothers “Fellas, I’ve got more festivities ahead of me!” and they both went to his room while the others raised their glasses or bottles of beer to his health and jokingly wished him a happy birthday. Afterwards, we could clearly hear the girl’s exclamations of delight coming from the bedroom, provoking admiring and appreciative laughs from the alphas.
“Anthony, that lucky bastard!” one of them said with obvious admiration, “always gets the prettiest ones!” “Yeah” laughed another “no wonder he’s the boss!” I felt such a burst of pride!
One of them called out to me: “All of this makes me horny. Hey, bitch, I hear you give blow jobs? Come over here”. I was about to comply, but Henri intervened: “No, Anthony isn’t here and didn’t allow it. You can have mine, though” and he turned to Clément, who was then groveling in the back of the room “You little shit! Come over here to have a taste of our dicks!” Clément had to suck several cocks, while I was massaging Henri’s feet.
When they went to bed (Henri and two others in the guest room, three others on the sofa bed), Clément and I were sent to the kitchen. Since the first party, with Anthony’s agreement, I’ve bought a futon to sleep on. I wanted to lend it to Clément, but Henri stopped by and forbade it, requiring Clément to sleep directly on the floor. I said I didn’t mind letting him sleep on it, but Henri curtly replied, “I don’t care what you mind or not. I decide to educate my slave boy and to learn to sleep in his place!” So Clément had to accommodate himself to the kitchen floor.
I tried to comfort him as much as I could. “Don’t worry! You’re going to love serving superior men. Sometimes, it may be hard and exhausting, but it’s really worth it! I wish I knew that when I was your age. Always be thankful and obedient and attentive, always put his well-being first. And I promise you, it will be very fulfilling!” I saw him give a shy little smile and murmur “they actually are super awesome!” and I was relieved.
The next day, I was the first person in the apartment to wake up. I wondered if Anthony would want me to come and bring him breakfast in his room while he was with his lover, but I felt it was better to take the risk of making a mistake by bringing something to him than by failing to do so. I put a hearty breakfast for him and his girl on a tray, and added a flower from a vase in a small glass vial, for the lady.
I set the tray down beside his bed as they both slept, her head resting on his chest. Anthony slowly opened his eyes at this moment, glanced at the breakfast and gave me a thumbs-up, then a hand signal to clear off. I was so relieved I did right!
Back in the kitchen, I kindly woke up Clément and suggested that he brings Henri and his two friends breakfast in the guest room. His new master would surely be pleased. He did so and only came out later, looking delighted, with a little cum still on his face. As for the others three in the living room, I knew they were only entitled to leftover breakfast, in accordance with the hierarchy between Alphas, but I always take care to make generous portions so that they get respectable shares.
Anthony and his bros left in the late morning that day. My master informed me that he wouldn’t be coming back to the flat before they left for the weekend, and said I’d see him on Monday, while reminding me with a hand gesture to clean and tidy the apartment before he comes back.
Clément kindly stayed with me a little longer to help me start cleaning. Before he left, I did my best again to help him. “I may be older than you, but you and I are the same, inferior boys born to serve and obey incredible men like Anthony, Henri and their bros. So we’ve got to stick together brotherly! If you need anything, don’t hesitate to contact me, little brother!” I wish to be as helpful to him as I know you would be, Sam!
What a stunning display of natural Hierarchy, both Alpha and faggot! I wasn’t there, and yet I feel almost as giddy as little Fabien!
First of all, let me sing Fabien’s praises. Keep in mind that this is Fabien’s FIRST TIME serving an Alpha, and he’s exquisitely perfect right out of the box! Whenever anyone asks if faggots are born that way, just point to Fabien. He was BORN for this role, and it’s one he accepts with responsibility and joy.
For instance, notice how Fabien had no jealousy over his Master Anthony’s female, or the other faggot the Pack brought to the apartment! Not only did he not have any jealousy, but he also began helping Clement – mentoring him – to be the best faggot possible and making things as comfortable for his faggot brother as he could under pressure! I haven’t seen this level of selfless faggot cooperation since the legendary faggots of Masters Jin, Nick, and Matt in Toronto, Canada! It’s beautiful beyond belief! Any Alpha on the planet would want to own and cherish faggots like Fabien and Clement!
And from the Alphas we see typical Pack behavior, with each one teaching the next how to own and use the available faggots. I love that Master Anthony (the God Alpha of the Pack) taught Master Henri about faggot ownership and “gifted” him a faggot of his own. This is not over. The other Alphas in the Pack will soon be getting faggots of their own as well, just watch!
When Master Anthony returns home to his loyal faggot, he is going to give him a return to remember. I have no doubt that Master Anthony is beaming with pride over the way his faggot served him. If he feels even half of what I feel for Fabien’s performance, he’s going to breed Fabien until cum is seeping from his tearducts!
Ultimately, I’m left speechless and moved almost to tears by Fabien’s closing words:
It’s been over two days since Anthony left and I can hardly think of anything else but him. I feel so much loyalty and admiration for him; how can a young man be so perfect? I am obsessed with making him happy, I really want him to enjoy his life as much as he can. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do just to please him. I can’t wait to see him again tomorrow!
That’s how complete and devoted service to a worthy Alpha should leave a faggot – spent, but eager to be spent again. We are renewed by being used by our Owners!
I love you, sweet Fabien! May you always be so inspired!
I don’t know if there is a better example of proper faggot service and obedience like my brother
@southernguyx. He serves Alphas skillfully, but just as important, he serves them with JOY! I’m honestly so proud to call him a brother and a GOOD BOY!
Hello, thanks for offering this forum for us faggots to learn and grow.
I am a 53 year old faggot, I am a former top, not alpha, but typical attractive daddy bear. My young Alpha, 31 years old, Alpha Steve , that I have been serving for a year and a half, had me completely wrapped around his finger. I was trained that on Saturday and Sunday mornings when we were together, I was to always wake up before him, go make his favorite breakfast and put breakfast on the small table beside his bed. I would kiss him on cheek and tell him Good Morning Sir and kneel on the floor. Once he was ready to get up he would always stand and pick up the orange juice and drink some, not even focusing on me. He would clear his throat, and I was to open my mouth and receive. I would always say thank you Sir. He would finish his glass, put it down and pull out his dick. I was let him rest his cock head in my mouth, not to close and drink his piss. He would sometimes clear his throat and spit again. And of course I would say thank you Sir. He would eat his breakfast while I kneeled looking at floor. Once he was done he would tell me to clean up his mess. Yes Sir. I was never reminded of this this was simply a standard.
One weekend he had his best friend from college stay with us for his Birthday. They had went out that night drinking, came home late. I made sure I went ahead and serve breakfast at the normal time, knowing I could always remake if it got cold. As I came in the bedroom, I put the food on the table, gave him his kiss and said good morning Sir. I kneel probably an extra five minutes longer than normal and he finally woke up. He Took a sip of his orange juice, cleared his throat, spit in my mouth and finished drinking his juice. Open my mouth and the latest cock on my tongue, He warned me that his bladder was extra full, so be prepared. As he started pissing, he said something to me that caught me off guard. He said don’t forget today’s Randall‘s birthday, And since you didn’t buy him Anything, After you’re done drinking my piss, I want you to go in his room kiss him on the cheek and tell him happy birthday. I want you then to tell him you want to be his urinal And then you wanna suck his dick. I didn’t know what to say because all this was being said while he was pissing down my throat. Has he finished pissing down my throat he said go take care of Randall while I eat. Once you’re done, come clean up this mess. I simply said Yes Sir and left.
Part of me wanted to say no, But I felt like I needed to do what he said. I ended up drinking Randall’s piss as well, giving him a blow job and swallowing his cum. I told him Thank You Sir when I left.
My question is, did my Alpha have the right to ask me to do this, or was this unfair?
Thank you for the experience and the question, brother!
I see that you still have some resistance left over from your time as a Top! You had a reaction to being pushed deeper into submission that I find interesting. Does it say anything in particular … I’m not sure. I think it’s natural for males like you (and a past like yours) to have residual male pride.
But you’re now owned by an Alpha who has broken you down and clearly sees you for what you are. He also seems to have a plan for your development as a faggot. This is important. There is nothing better for any faggot than to be owned by an Alpha who knows what he’s doing and is capable of guiding the process of sculpting a faggot into a perfect servant. Far too many faggots rebel at this stage, mainly because they fail to appreciate the strong, guiding hand of a true Master.
I must commend you, brother. Even though you chafed at your Master’s orders, you still obeyed. And that’s really the key thing your Master was trying to train into you. You must understand that he’s improving you, refining you. GO WITH IT. When you see what he’s doing, your awe and worship of him will increase.
But to answer your question directly: yes, your Alpha and Master had every right to order you to tell you to do that. He owns you … and you are his property. But I think you’re learning that already.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This is a continuation of PART ONE of this story which you can read by CLICKING HERE!
After Fabien told me about the Alpha Pack party, I responded this way:
I’m honestly a little surprised you weren’t used sexually during that party or after by Master Anthony or one of his Alpha Pack. Of course they wouldn’t dare use his faggot without permission. But this sexual service is coming. Be ready.
Well Master Anthony moves about as fast as my mind can predict this stuff, but only a couple of hours after sending that email to Fabien, I received a startling (though not unexpected) reply:
Brother sam, are you a seer or something ?
When I entered Anthony’s room to serve his breakfast, he was already half awake and was very pleased. I put the tray on his lap and massaged his feet while he ate. When he was done, he put the tray aside and told me out of the blue: “That was well done! I think you have earned your own breakfast now!” He took off his blanket, snapped his fingers and pointed his morning wood.
His cock was impressive! Of course I knew what to do, but I had never had a dick in my mouth before, so I’m afraid I was not very good at it. I choked a couple of time, but Anthony grabbed my head to press it and force my moves. He was moaning “Good, very good, that’s a good boy, that’s a good boy who likes to please me” and so on. After he came, he gave me a little slap and said “Swallow it all, boy. You’re gonna learn to love my cock”. I could barely speak, but after I swallowed his cum, I managed to say “Thank you, Sir”. With his smug face I love so much, he said: “Good boy. Now go serve breakfast to my bros in the guest room. The guys on the couch can have leftovers if there are any.”
I served the young hunks in my bedroom a substantial breakfast to make sure the other two in the living room had some left over.
They all left for the afternoon, Anthony instructed me to clean the flat. I can’t help but notice he referred to my bedroom as the “guest room”. I wonder if this augurs anything.
First of all, I applaud Fabien for sleeping on the kitchen floor all night and then thinking, not of his own discomfort, but rather to make breakfast for the four Kings sleeping in his place! He also did right to serve Master Anthony first after correctly identifying that he’s the leader of the Pack.
But it’s Master Anthony who is the real surprise. As far as I know he’s a straight Alpha, but he’s so turned on by the fact that his power has claimed a faggot that he couldn’t help but feed Fabien his cock!
Already we see in Master Anthony a great power arising. He’s already an incredible Owner, better at it than most Alphas 2-3 times his age. Notice the commendation and encouragement Master Anthony gave Fabien while he sucked his cock! Also notice how Master Anthony gave firm but affectionate guidance when Fabien was struggling!
I was just as blown away by Master Anthony’s control of the situation after being pleased, giving direct orders to Fabien about the distribution of food to the other Alphas and the cleaning later. Again, Master Anthony is just 21 years old! Do you think they teach Alpha classes in school in France, or do you think maybe it’s something natural to truly powerful Alphas?
A bit later I received this incredible update:
Anthony came back alone at the end of the afternoon. I went to take and hang up his coat and then I knelt and kissed his shoes. He said “Nice one. Stay on your knees” and began to unzip his pants, then grabbed my head. He face-fucked me and had me swallow his cum, while we stared in each other’s eyes.
After swallowing, I said “Thank you, Master”. It was the first time I called him Master and it clearly turned him on. He gently slapped my face with his dick and said “Very good boy. And if I am your Master, what are you?” I bowed my head and said “I am your slave, Master.” He ran his hand through my hair and went to sit on the sofa. “Nice boy. Go fetch me a beer and massage my feet, slave.”
I’m sending you this mail before going to do the dishes while he’s playing video games. I feel so happy when he enjoys his time while I work for him.
This episode is a masterpiece of Hierarchical truth and fulfillment. I don’t know enough about Master Anthony (yet) to know if he’s ever owned/used fags before, but even if he has he has incredible instincts at such a young age!
But my brother Fabien is just as impressive to me. He thought he was getting a roommate to share expenses, but instead he has found a younger Master who will change everything about his life and finally give him true purpose! And here’s the thing: Fabien is running toward it, not away from it! He knows he was born to be at the feet of a gorgeous young Alpha like Master Anthony!
If you didn’t believe it before, believe it now: HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!
I am 21 and I live with a gay couple (33 and 34). They are veeeeery Alpha and dominant. I live with them because I rent a room in their house (I am a international student and moved to America). After some weeks, they started to invite to drink wine with them and after some glasses of wine I was on my knees serving both of them. They are really sweet with me, and take care of me, they became a important support to me while I live in the USA. They are both Alpha tops, so their sexual life is basically jerking off and using fuck toys. But now that I am in the house they want to fuck me all the time. I love to let them fuck my pussy boy and breed me, but serving two Alphas at the same time is too difficult!! I still have 5 months living with them, I cook and clean for them, and serve as a cumdump, but I want to be the best for them in this time!!
I am confused because I would never imagine 2 Alphas together… how do you think I can be a perfect fag for them?
Brother, Thank you for writing! What a thrilling scenario for a young faggot! I’m proud of you for rolling with it and attempting to please them both!
I wonder if this is part of the scheme of these Alphas to take on students and then break them down into faggot slaves for their own pleasure. I’m not trying to accuse them of anything questionable, but it does seem to be a pretty convenient way to get fresh young meat into the house!
Regardless, they really lucked out when they acquired you! You’re a natural faggot, so they probably didn’t need to get you drunk on wine to get you to submit to them. You were born to serve them. And that’s really the answer to your question: you’re already the perfect faggot for them. Just keep up the great work, my brother, and enjoy one of the great experiences of your entire life!
My name is Reece and I’m a long time follower of the site (great work btw) here’s some backstory before I get into my situation,
I’m 28 years old and have been a faggot all my life. I started sucking dick at 13 years old with my friends older brother and his group of friends but I didn’t fully accept myself as a faggot until I was 16 when I started serving older teens and men full time. Cut to the pandemic and I was working full time and unfortunately I had an accident in work which has completely changed my life and has left me physically disabled, not to get into to much detail but it’s left me where I need crutches to walk, cannot sit or stand for long periods of times without experiencing immense pain, I can’t kneel or get onto my knees/hands and knees at all and now I have been left with further complications that has now affected my breathing so sucking cock, deep throating and being skull fucked are all now off the table and I have no clue if they will be back on at any point.
my question basically is how can I as a faggot serve my betters when I have so much wrong with me and can hardly do anything for my self, if I can’t provide relief through my holes then what’s the point. Are there alphas out there that can work with this as in the long run things could go back to normal but at this stage it’s unknown or should I just resign to life as a faggot that can no longer serve.
Sorry for the downbeat in the mood I just would love some advice from other faggots and maybe some alphas as I have no clue for my future.
Many thanks
Faggot Reece
Reece, Thank you very much for your touching story. I’m so sorry you’re currently going through this!
I praise you for your intense desire to serve and be useful to Alphas throughout your life, even when you’re dealing with terrible adversity. It’s admirable! So many faggots fail this part of their journey and go nowhere. BUT YOU SERVED, and SERVED WELL! You should be proud of that.
But here’s the sober truth (and you, as a longtime reader, know I don’t sugarcoat things) my brother: now is not the time to serve Alphas. You need to conserve all of your strength and focus on your recovery from this injury in order to stabilize your life.
I know it’s popular in this space to say stupid shit like “faggots are worthless” or whatever, but that’s idiotic and immature. Faggots are simply driven to submit and serve, but we are still human. We hurt, we struggle, we endure, often with a bravery that might match any Alpha.
And that’s you right now … my brave brother. You need to set service aside right now. NOT FOREVER, just for the moment. Focus entirely on your recovery, and I think you’ll be surprised what you accomplish.
My heart is with you, my brother. Stay strong, and please keep me posted on your progress!
Hello Sam A few days ago my boy sent you a message complaining about how it hurts when I fuck him. He showed me your website and your answer to his question. You are doing an excellent work, well done. I’ve been fucking faggots for a decade and I’ve never heard about your work. Keep up the good work.
I’m writing to you because I imagine many fags read your website and I want to say that he is fine. Although I believe that it is important for a faggot to endure some pain to make sure they don’t forget their place, I would never hurt him or any other boy on purpose. In fact, after he wrote to you he was honest with me about how he felt and I’m much more careful now. I did not know my dick was hurting him so bad. But now I got him three different dildos for him to practice more often, and he’s much better now. I am exploring more his throat to let his ass recover.
So Men, take care of your boys! Boys, be honest with your Men!
Master, thank you for reaching out to me with this glorious and inspired message! I also thank you for your kind words and your blessing on what I’m doing here!
I must tell you that your faggot’s letter really touched me. I wanted to reach through the internet and hold him. He seemed so genuinely disappointed and sad, not only because of the discomfort, but also because seemed resigned to never being able to please you properly. The greatest faggots always have that selflessness at the core of their being, and yours has that in abundance.
Of course, an Alpha like you who has owned and used faggots for as long as you have already knows this. I just had to make that point first, Master.
I celebrate you and your response to this situation because I want other Alpha Masters to appreciate it and consider your actions thoughtfully. Ask any faggot who has actually served Alphas, and you will hear lots of horror stories of terrible, cruel, and unconscionable Masters who practically torture their faggots. And these faggots suffer the cruelty because of the same mindset that your faggot had – that pain is all a faggot deserves.
I smiled when you even admitted that pain is an important component of owning faggots, Master. I can tell by the way you phrased it that you know HOW strategic application of pain is useful in molding a proper faggot mindset. I wouldn’t have the kind of respect I have for Alpha power today if I hadn’t learned to endure Alpha ruts, Alpha discipline, and large Alpha cocks. I learned these things from the great Masters who’ve owned me over the years, Men very much like you.
So I now know my little faggot brother is in the best hands. Through your power, wisdom, and skill your faggot will find purpose and pleasure, fulfillment and peace. I thank you, Master, for reaching out and setting such a fine example!
I beg you, Master: please write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com. I would very much like to add your voice to the wide roster of great Alpha voices on this site, not only to instruct your brother Alphas, but also to give hope to the lost faggots who come here searching for hope.
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!
There are few emotions as tragic as regret. It’s a sadness that gnaws away your confidence and forces you to live in the past mentally rather than looking forward.
Faggots are particularly prone to regret because they are typically not decisive action takers, often living in a shadow-world of denial and second-guessing. So how important it is that faggots go through life with the correct outlook, so that a bad perspective doesn’t add to the likelihood of a life of regret.
Yesterday an eloquent and thoughtful fag brother named Manuel left an experience in my “Ask A Question” inbox that I thought served as a perfect warning example for all of the shallow size queens and young Instagram fags I see and hear every day.
I’m a 32 y old faggot, and I wanna share my biggest regret in life so maybe younger fags will not fall into the same trap. When I was 22 I met a guy who was 30, he was a gentleman, super smart, and confident. He had a very natural Alpha power. We were both single and we went out on a few dates together before I could actually serve him. We went to his apartment and he fucked me and never stopped calling me a good boy. He really wanted to keep me for him, but he didn’t have an enormous porn start cock and he wasn’t a six-pack Abercrombie model. He wasn’t ugly either, but he was a normal middle-class man you would meet on the subway going to work. He had an average dick and he was a little chubby. I was young and stupid and I fantasied with a porn star to own me, I thought real Alphas must always look like Thor and have a super huge dick. Long story short, I still follow this Alpha on Instagram, now he’s 40 and he’s living his best life with two super sexy twinks much younger than me. They claim to be a throuple but it is very obvious that he owns both of them. I woke up today and the first thing I saw was a picture of the three of them traveling together in the south of France. The two boys were buying clothes at a mall in France, while he was taking pictures of them and showing off how hot they are. I’m sure the boys are sucking and riding him every day and every night.
I learned my lesson and now I know that Alphas can be chubby, short, tall, skinny, and not having 9 inches. I hope younger fags learn the same! Porn is awesome, but it is not real life!
Even though I feel sorry for my brother Manuel, his experience is vital to consider. Faggots must have the correct attitude about Men, or else they’ll end up regretting it.
I must say it’s always baffled me when faggots have made comments about how a certain Man can’t be Alpha because his dick is average, or he’s a twink, or he’s ugly. I’ve always come back with this: YOU ARE A FAGGOT. Who in the world do you think you are judging and insulting any Man when you’re a faggot?? Can’t you see how a lack of humility and a failure to appreciate your proper place in Hierarchy can lead to disaster?
I understand that young skinny faggots often think they’re sexier than women and they shit rainbow-colored Skittles, but in the end you’re nothing more than a chattier Fleshlight to Men. Probably 99% of the time a young faggot is NOT going to make a Man fall in movie-love with it. Yeah, he’ll enjoy fucking your tight little body for a while until you become annoying. But in the end, you’re just a faggot … and there are plenty more out there just like you.
So brothers, young and old, please heed Manuel’s heartfelt warning. He speaks the truth. Men and Alphas are out there, and they all deserve some measure of respect and submission. We are faggots, and regardless of their body type or dick size, we are inferior to them.
Hi Sam–I’ve been exclusively owned by a straight alpha for several years now. Sexual service is rare, and I sometimes feel myself yearning to serve other men. At the same time though, I feel deep, true loyalty to my owner. I plan to be his boy for life.
I’ve discussed my feelings with him, and he doesn’t mind if I talk to other guys too. I still feel guilty about it though. It’s like these dueling feelings inside me.
My question is this: is monogamy unnatural for fags? Can I casually serve men while still remaining loyal to my original alpha?
So let me get this straight: you have been in a service relationship with a straight Alpha for YEARS and you didn’t bother to tell me this story??? REALLY??? Do you have a confidentiality agreement with him, or did you have a stroke while writing to me? I think that story would be of INCREDIBLE VALUE TO A PLANET FULL OF FAGGOTS, don’t you think? I’ll be expecting your story written in an email to this email address ASAP: hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com
In the meantime, your question:
Faggots are generally (and notoriously) not monogamous UNLESS they are caged and are fed/bred regularly by a dominant Master. Since you’re not getting that regularly, your thoughts tend to follow your hunger.
As far as servicing other Alphas and still being loyal to your Owner … clearly that is not loyalty, right? And bear in mind that your Owner told you he doesn’t mind you talking to other guys … does that mean just talking, or talking and servicing?
I’m not a typical faggot when it comes to this. I had a 3-4 year period after my first Alpha Roger dismissed me when I was a faggot whore, but then I started finding myself being owned and I found loyal monogamy to one Master at a time suited my view of my place better. I’m definitely even more inclined toward monogamy now that I’m locked in chastity.
It sounds like you have an incredible straight Owner (I’m guessing since I haven’t yet received your description of him and his Ownership of you), and I would hate for you to ruin or endanger things with him simply because you can’t control yourself. But again, that’s my current mindset speaking.
Hello sam, its me Ryan again Thanks for previous advice I have been with another master for a short period and once he forced me for watersport and i had to drink his piss, though i didnt agree first he forced me to do it. After i did i was bit disgusted and told him im not comfortable. He didnt try after that session. Now after few months im really craving to do it and get trained and im so scared to ask him to do again. How should i proceed or give him a hint that im ready to do it and get trained without affecting our regular meet-ups Is it going to be a weird situation that i denied once?
No, it won’t be weird. If this Master is any Master at all then he will understand that faggots act like this sometimes. In fact, I’m betting he’ll be proud of you for considering it more deeply and finally submitting to his will.
