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!

At this point straight Master Anthony has absolutely embraced the ownership of his first faggot, my brave little brother Fabien. Not only that, but Master Anthony has introduced faggot use to his Alpha Pack, with his close Alpha friend Henri making the choice to claim his own faggot, a timid little guy named Clement. These two Alpha Masters are young, hot, and more powerful than other Alphas at their age. They’re living the lives of young Kings who are spending their inheritance early.

It’s always interesting to see how Alphas move once they secure a faggot property. Much of what they do tells us how confident they are, how much they are integrating faggots into their daily life.

Judging by this latest update from Fabien, Master Anthony is absolutely and ecstatically proud of owning a faggot!

I would like to give you some news of my life with Anthony!

I have permanently settled in the kitchen to sleep. I decided to do it myself. I was feeling more and more uncomfortable sleeping in the guest room (my former room), feeling like I was intruding on an alpha’s space. The kitchen is big enough, so I managed to put my desk to work and a lot of my stuff in there. Now it’s clearly become the servant’s quarters. Anthony hardly ever has a reason to go there, after all.

I didn’t want to bother Anthony about it, but he brought it up late one night when he saw me heading for the kitchen after he’d sent me off to sleep.  When I explained, he had his delicious smug smile and said “Glad you’re understanding your place in life. Here, a gift to help you sleep!” He took off his dirty socks and threw them at me. I threw myself at his feet to kiss his toes with gratitude. Since then, I’ve slept with his socks on my pillow, kissing them passionately before sleeping. The smell of his feet makes me feel so safe and warm and comfy!

Some routines have evolved. Now, he often has me accompany him to the shower to soap him up, then towel him off from head to toe. And of course, when I’m lucky, he allows me to worship his cock or he even face-fucks me under the shower! Similarly, when he takes a bath, I keep him company by massaging his back and his feet and soaping him up, sometimes friendly chatting with him when he feels like it. 

Recently, Henri came to dinner at the flat, accompanied by sweet little Clément. We served them at the table and while they enjoyed themselves on the sofa. Henri dropped his full glass on the floor, and Anthony said, “Leave it, that’s what stooges are for.” Clément and I smiled at each other. We love it when the Men are arrogant and bossy! We had the privilege of sucking their cocks and licking their feet throughout the evening. Poor Clément still had to sleep on the hard floor in the kitchen and not on my futon, on Henri’s orders, but Henri also followed Anthony’s example and gave him his socks to sleep with.

Yesterday, Anthony took me with him to his gym. I followed him all morning, holding his towel, to wipe it off on cue, and his water bottle, which I would refill when necessary. He had his usual friends and acquaintances around, so I stayed quiet and in the background. Seeing him in his natural environment, taking care of his heroic body and receiving the attention and respect of the other men filled my heart with joy and gratitude. I felt truly privileged, as a mortal allowed to silently serve a god on Mount Olympus.

In the changing room before the shower, I couldn’t resist begging him to let me breathe his armpits. For a moment, I was afraid I’d overstepped my place (according to his rules, I’m allowed to beg him for favors, but I do it as little as possible, if at all, well aware that it’s all about him and his desires). But he looked at me smugly and revealed his armpit, saying “Enjoy, boy!” And of course, I went with him to the individual shower to soap him up, suck his cock and towel him off!

I’m living a dream. I am very busy and often exhausted, but every time my Master gives me a satisfied smile, a thumbs up or, better still, ruffles my hair or says ‘Good boy’, I know I’m living the life I was meant to live! As long as Anthony is happy, I am filling my purpose and I know my existence is justified!

And I owe all of this largely to YOU, my big brother Sam! I’ll never thank you enough!

Bravo!

The thing that really sets Master Anthony apart from other faggot owners at his age is his infectious joy when using Fabien. He seems to truly love owning this little faggot who does everything he commands. He’s not afraid to share this joy with his faggot like so many less-secure Alphas do, those Alphas who think Alphahood can only be expressed through brutality and hate.

Master Anthony already knows better than these other Alphas. He knows that he doesn’t need to scream and yell and get violent to be superior to Fabien or any faggot. He just IS SUPERIOR, and this knowledge fills him with a quiet strength and confidence that comes through even as transmitted by Fabien.

Can you see the difference?

I’m unbelievably proud of my little Fabien. He gave his heart and life to Master Anthony in the trust and belief that he would be safe kneeling at his feet, and that faith has led to an enviable and fulfilled life as the faggot of a great young Alpha!

Think about this: All that has happened here – Master Anthony’s acceptance of faggot worship, Master Henri’s discovery of faggots, and Clement’s fulfillment as Henri’s slave – happened because one little faggot named Fabien had the courage to submit and serve!

One faggot can make all the difference by being true to itself and serving with an honest, open heart!

A reader recently reached out to me with an unusual literary question that I loved. He asked me if I knew anything about “The Epic of Gilgamesh”, the world’s oldest written fable (dated around 2,500 B.C.E.).

Of course I did know a bit about it, having briefly touched on it while acquiring my English Literature degree while partying and sucking dick all the time. That’s probably why the story got lost in the fog of my college days, and its obvious application to Hierarchy.

See if you can recognize the qualities of the story’s lead, Gilgamesh:

Gilgamesh was tall, handsome, strong, smart, and the King of Uruk, a walled city-state in what is now Iraq. He was reported to be 2/3 divine and 1/3 human. He was also a pretty major malignant narcissist. As a consequence, he was a very bad king, who viewed the kingdom as his personal candy store. His position as a leader was all about getting everything he wanted at the expense of whomever had to pay. He exploited his position and his people for his own base enjoyments and personal enrichment. When we meet him, he’s not married, but he insists on always being the substitute groom who spends the wedding night with any young woman of his kingdom who is married, and then he moves on to the next special treat he plans to give himself. He wears out the young men of the kingdom in competitive games just so he can win, over and over, and continue to prove his immense superiority.

It’s probably not a coincidence that the oldest written story is centered around a great and powerful Alpha, and he also happens to be a Destroyer Alpha!

Of course, society eventually tries to fight back by appealing to “the gods”:

The people complain to the gods, “Help us with this guy! We can’t take it any more!” And the gods do something creative. They make him a counterpart, an equal to him in size and strength, and they initially put this man into the woods to live with the animals as their protector. While Gilgamesh is a man of the city, this new creature Enkidu is a child of the forest. Gilgamesh has experienced the height of sophistication in an urban setting that at its peak had up to 80,000 inhabitants. Enkidu as a nature boy has a mindset of simple innocence. Rumors of his existence, great strength, and exploits in saving the animals from hunters make their way to the city, and Gilgamesh is both intrigued and troubled. He has to meet this individual and perhaps once again prove his superiority over what is quickly becoming an urban legend and, in that sense, a threat to his own reputation as the strongest and greatest man alive.

In other words, the gods create a Protector Alpha named Enkidu!

Gilgamesh doesn’t like this threat to his domination over inferior humans, so he hatches a plan:

Gilgamesh goes to the big religious temple in town and approaches the beautiful temple prostitute—which was apparently a well-known job in ancient times, serving to unite the world and the spirit in distinctive ways—and he asks her to go find this legendary man in the woods and use her special skills to lure him to town. She agrees and is successful. Enkidu arrives just as Gilgamesh is about to exercise his jus primae noctis (right of the first night) or, as it later came to be called, his droit du seigneur, and the wild hairy man of the forest intervenes to stop the king from this presumptuous deed. They fight violently and it’s basically a tie. Gilgamesh is very impressed. So is Enkidu. They instantly become best friends, and soon go off on adventures together. The prayers of the people have been answered.

Just to be clear, Gilgamesh was about to take the virginity of another man’s bride when he’s stopped by Enkidu in pure Protector Alpha mode. The two Alphas battle, but they develop a mutual respect for their powers and become the world’s prototypical Alpha Pack.

I really wanted to touch on the story of Gilgamesh to demonstrate that Hierarchy is ANCIENT and FOUNDATIONAL. It also demonstrates that all peoples around the world throughout history recognize Alphahood as a very real type of advanced, superior Man.

As we fight to get people to understand and accept the principles of Hierarchy as the ultimate truth governing human life, it’s good to look back into history to see that the foundation upon which we rest our purpose is as solid and true as any mountain.

#HierarachyIsTruth!