i can’t find the thread it was in but a guy on your site mentioned that he was in a frat and it made me want to tell about my experience

i was made into a frat fag for like two years. i still fag for my brothers but i dont do it much for other guys tho i have been asked

i went to penn state and rushed for sigma chi. me and a high school buddy rushed together but he dropped out like a couple of weeks in so i there by myself

i tried to make friends and make myself useful in the frat but i was getting word that the seniors had wanted my buddy and that i was just a tag along so i probably wasnt going to get a bid so i was nervous for my place. i didn’t know people there and i wasnt like from a wealthy family or anything so i was just trying to be like a good brother.

a few weeks in to the pledge four seniors took me aside and told me that they were thinking of cutting me loose. i was devastated kinda but they said there was a way i could stay. one of them asked me what my head game was like. i thought he meant was i smart and so i was like, oh yeah pretty good. and they cracked up because they knew i didn’t get it. anyway they told me that if i sucked dick then they’d talk to the chapter president about letting me stay. i didnt want to do it. i thought it was like some dumb trick and that if i said yeah they’d just be like ‘fag!’ and throw me out. so at first i was like ‘your not fucking serious’ but they kept on and said that they were. in the end i told myself that if was going to get thrown out then i kinda had nothing to lose anyway so i agreed to do it. and then they were like okay pick one of us. they made me pick who i was gonna do it for which was worse in a way than actually doing it. i picked a dude called scott and they were like, why him? i said i didnt know and they made jokes that i was into him. but anyway we did it. he stood by the bed and i had to get on my knees. i took his jeans down and then he sat on the bed. the other guys were watching and making jokes. then eventually scott was like, ok just fucking do it so i did.

once i started it didnt seem to bad. i sucked him. everyone went quite and just watched. my head was going up and down. i didnt really know what i was doing i’d never even gotten head before haha. i’d fucked girls and had gotten hand jobs but had not gotten head so i was just doing what i figured would feel good. and he was into it. and he came. i wasnt expecting it like he hadnt said he was gonna cum so he came in my mouth and i pulled away and spit it out. the guys called me a pussy but i was like, i’ve done it. then they were like, so okay who’s next. and i realzied then they wanted me to do it for ALL of them. like i thought they had just meant do it once. at first i said no but they were like, you already did one, what’s the difference so i n the end i agreed. so i picked the next guy and they told me i had to swallow.

i sucked him kind of the same and when he came he held my head and kept me on him and he shot in my mouth and i made myself swallow. then i did it for the next two.
after we were done they said they’d put in a word with the president. but after that it was obvious that everyone kind of knew what had happened. like people were making jokes about it the next day and making comments about it. and then i got called in by the president and a couple of other seniors and the president basically said that he’d heard i’d done a good job and that i’d probably get a bid if i kept doing it. so i was told if any brother asked me, i had to say yes. and they were like, you might as well stick with it, right?
at the time i figured it was just for my pledge so i was telling myself it was just a few weeks. but i was already geting used to doing it. but then my big had a talk with me and he said that i was being lined up to be house fag sort of as a permanent thing for my freshman year. and i was like what the fuck? they want me to suck dick for a year??? and he was like, well more than suck dick. and he told me that he’d been told to like properly break me in. i freaked out but he calmed me down and told me that it was really just for the pledge and that after that it probably wouldnt happen. i think in some way i was sort of starting to like it, or get used to it. and i liked the attention i was getting and anyway i figured fuck it so i agreed. so for like a couple of weeks my big started fucking me, just getting me used to it as much as i could be.

and then i was basically handed to the seniors and they started fucking me too. i got my bid and was initiated. and for a couple of years i was house fag. i didnt really do chores but i was expected to be available for anyone who wanted to use me. and like i said i liked getting the attention and i got to be good at it.

after i left college i didnt really do stuff with guys, but a few years later there was a fraternity convention in Vegas and some of the exective comittee were there and they knew about my role in my chapter and i was invited to spend some time with them and i did stuff for them.

i still think about it and i like to ready about other guys doing it

Thank you for writing … brother? Maybe?

People think I’m exaggerating about the use of faggots by straight Alphas in fraternities and universities, but I’m most certainly not. It happens MUCH more than anyone freely admits. The hierarchical model of male interaction not only predicts this, but almost DEMANDS it. You shouldn’t feel badly or be embarrassed by what happened to you. This is simply the way Alphas express their dominance with weaker males.

I’m not sure what thread you’re talking about because this site has carried many true stories like yours over 11 years. The most dramatic was the powerful thread about “Frat Fag” and his Alpha frat brother named Duke, and it very closely mirrors what happened to you. I am intending to republish that thread to my paid Substack. It’s an incredible story of rape, betrayal, and friendship, but one that ultimately led to purpose fulfilled. Keep your eyes out for that!

One thing your experience shows clearly is the devious, predatorial nature of Alpha packs. Those frat Alphas very cleverly groomed you before you ever tasted your first dick. They worked on you through instinctual pack knowledge that needs no discussion; it’s simply understood.

In cases like yours it’s hard to know if you are a natural faggot, or possibly someone with leanings that were exposed through pressure from these Alphas. Alternatively, your feelings now could be residual “Stockholm Syndrome”-like aftershocks arising from your two years of being used. Usually this happens to rape victims like me (although I’m definitely a faggot), but I wouldn’t call you a rape victim. It’s quite interesting to me that you’re craving service opportunities years after the experience.

From my perspective, it’s hierarchically correct to follow your gut instincts. If you have a desire to serve, then you should find an Alpha somewhere and offer yourself to him. You might be able to answer any lingering questions you have through some honest exploration.

But I do thank you for sharing your remarkable college story. There are plenty of actual faggots who would love to be used the way you were for two years, and I’m sure they thrilled to your account. Please feel free to update me if you want/need to!

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The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Chastity isn’t meant to be laugher and rainbows. It’s not a vacation. It’s meant to cause discomfort during its initial stages, eventually easing into a low hum of constant reminders of a fag’s place.

It’s not generally seen as a punishment by most Alphas. It simply comes down to this: Alphas want their faggots to truly blossom into fulfilled and obedient servants. Chastity gives a faggot a real chance to meditate on its purpose without distraction.

At least, that’s the mature viewpoint. Younger faggots, on the other hand, have a hard time accepting and adjusting to chastity. Like wild ponies, young fags yearn to play freely and explore themselves. So then chastity becomes much like teaching a puppy how to go outside to pee. Faggots need training.

Even obedient young fags struggle with chastity. French fag Titouan has certainly had his difficulties with it since his straight Alpha Master imposed chastity on him a few months ago. Thankfully Titouan is an excellent fag and obedient to a fault.

Hi 

another video inspiring my straight Daddy Alpha, showing part of what he loves when he makes me come, he wants me his young faggot to lick and suck him like that.  

Differences: of course it lasts much longer, the beginning is “à genoux petite pédale” (“on your knees, little faggot”), and i get some slaps when ordered to lick him, and some spanking of my butt before or after.

He removed my chastity this last time when i arrived but forbidden to touch me as long as i was at his apartment. 

Back home, i had a shower, was getting out of bathroom in my t.whities when my sisters arrived with one of their highschool friends, laughed at me, humiliating, i did not answer. I felt so inferior to most other boys and so jealous of them who have big bulge in their manly undies and get sucked when they want by girls or by faggots like me. But i know it is fair hierarchy, i know  i’m lucky a straight Alpha Daddy chose me, i know my place is to serve him and other real males. In the evening i locked door of my room and could wank at last. Now waiting for another call of my Alpha next week.

I’m really curious as to why Master left Titouan unlocked. Maybe he was just being kind. Or perhaps he was rewarding Titouan for being such a good boy. A lot of straight Alphas don’t really understand the full power of chastity, and tend to view it as an exercise or game.

Notice what Titouan did immediately after being released: he masturbated. I don’t fault him, though. He’s young and horny, after all.

I’m really glad that Titouan is receiving such regular use and instruction from his straight Master! It’s going to prove to be so useful to both of them in the long run!

Love you, Tito!

This post is part of a thread following the development of a straight Alpha from Montreal named Simon, a friend of Master Jin. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

It’s hard to overstate the effect Master Jin and his first faggot Chin have had on countless lives and on this website. When Master Jin first reached out to me sometime late in 2019, he was a straight college student curious about owning his dorm roommate Chin. After taking ownership of Chin, he mentored three straight Alpha teammates on his university soccer team to own fags as well. All the while, Master Jin used his loyal fag Chin to service each straight Alpha, demonstrating to them all the pleasure of owning a personal faggot.

Years later, Master Jin has graduated and moved to Montreal with his fags to become a successful doctor. But that practice hasn’t stopped him from his most valuable work: teaching his straight Alphas about hierarchy and the ownership of faggots!

Master Jin still likes to play soccer recreationally, and this summer he met a teammate named Simon. Master Jin instantly recognized Simon was an Alpha brother, and as he learned more about Simon, he sensed that Simon needed to learn the truth about his life!

I’m so proud to present Master Jin and Chin’s latest masterpiece of Alpha mentorship! Listen to Master Jin’s latest experience:

As promised, I thought I would finally put together what happened that summer with my buddy Simon. Looking back on it now, it’s quite a story.

To give you some context, Simon is a good friend of mine. He has always considered himself completely straight. He’s also a very good soccer player and plays and trains with our team.

That summer, Simon broke up with his girlfriend of four years. Between his busy work schedule and all the training, he was having a hard time meeting anyone. One Sunday afternoon, over a couple of beers, he confided in me that he was incredibly horny since his girlfriend had moved out.

I teased him and gently suggested that perhaps he should consider something he’d never thought about before.

Simon immediately became defensive.

“I’m straight.”

I told him that experimenting didn’t necessarily change how he saw himself and that he might be surprised by what he discovered if he kept an open mind. He laughed it off, but I could tell I’d planted a seed.

There was another reason I felt comfortable suggesting it.

Chin is my caged submissive and has been wearing a chastity cage for several years as part of our arrangement. He’s not my boyfriend or partner; our relationship is based on the dynamic we’ve established between us. Chin is completely comfortable with his role and has always been very good at putting people at ease.

Simon knew Chin, but he didn’t really understand the nature of our arrangement.

The following week, after our afternoon training session, it was obvious Simon was still frustrated and lonely. I invited him back to my place for a beer and some barbecue.

When Chin came home that evening, he was still dressed in his gym clothes. He was wearing a tight pair of spandex shorts, and the outline of his cage was clearly visible.

Simon noticed it almost immediately.

His eyes flicked downward before quickly returning to Chin’s face. He looked at me, then back at Chin, as if trying to work out what exactly he was seeing.

Chin, meanwhile, was completely relaxed.

“You’re kidding me,” Simon eventually said quietly.

Chin just laughed.

That seemed to break the tension. Simon was clearly fascinated, but he wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as he had been when we’d first talked about the idea.

After we’d talked for a while, I excused myself and gave them some privacy. I trusted Chin completely, and I knew Simon was curious but also uncertain.

They spent some time talking privately. Chin reassured Simon that there was no pressure and that Simon could stop at any point.

When I returned about ten minutes later, the atmosphere had changed.

Simon was quiet and visibly embarrassed, while Chin seemed completely relaxed.

I didn’t ask for details, and Simon didn’t offer them. I didn’t need to. There was something different in Simon’s expression. The nervousness was still there, but it was mixed with curiosity, excitement and, surprisingly, relief.

Later, Simon admitted that the hardest part hadn’t really been what happened. It was deciding whether he was actually going to allow himself to find out what he was curious about.

Once he’d made that decision, the uncertainty seemed much easier to deal with.

A few days later, Simon and I were talking about everything that had happened. He was still trying to make sense of the different relationship dynamics he’d suddenly been exposed to.

I decided to show him Hierarchy University. At first he was skeptical, but his curiosity quickly got the better of him. He started asking questions and looking at the different ideas and relationship dynamics on the site.

I told him he didn’t have to adopt anything he saw there. He could simply look, think about it and decide for himself what interested him.

That seemed to make a difference.

 *****

What happened that evening didn’t disappear when Simon left my house.

If anything, it opened a door.

Over the next few weeks, Simon became increasingly comfortable talking to me about his feelings. He still insisted that he was straight, but there wasn’t quite the same certainty behind it anymore.

Then something happened that surprised even me.

Simon met a guy of his own.

This time, I had nothing to do with it. Simon had found him himself, and that was significant.

He wasn’t simply experimenting because I’d suggested it or because he was lonely after his breakup. He was making his own choices.

At first, he kept things fairly quiet. But gradually, the guy became a regular part of his life.

Simon seemed happier and more relaxed. The constant need to explain himself seemed to disappear.

Then, only a few weeks later, he told me that his new guy was moving in with him.

I remember thinking about our conversation earlier that summer.

Simon had once been so determined to tell me that he was completely straight. Now he had voluntarily invited another man into his home and, more importantly, into his life.

He still didn’t seem particularly interested in labels.

Maybe he didn’t need one.

Perhaps the biggest change wasn’t who Simon was attracted to. It was that he had stopped being afraid of discovering something new about himself.

 *****

Then, last weekend, Simon told me something that made me smile.

He had introduced his new partner to chastity.

Apparently, what Simon had seen in my arrangement with Chin had stayed with him. He’d been fascinated by Chin’s confidence and by the dynamic between us, and now Simon had decided to introduce something similar into his own relationship.

It struck me as almost funny how much had changed in such a short time.

A few months earlier, Simon had been sitting across from me insisting that he was completely straight and would never consider anything outside the life he’d always known.

Now he was living with a male partner and had created a relationship dynamic that, in some ways, echoed the one he’d first encountered with Chin.

I teased him about it.

He just laughed.

“Don’t start,” he said.

But there was no defensiveness in his voice this time.

That was perhaps the biggest change of all.

Simon wasn’t trying to explain himself anymore.

He had stopped worrying about what any of it was supposed to mean and had simply found something that worked for him and his partner.

And as I watched him laughing about it, I couldn’t help thinking back to that first Sunday afternoon over beers.

All it took was one conversation to plant the seed.

Simon had done the rest himself.

See what I’m saying about Master Jin? His power and wisdom are beyond comprehension. He understands the Alpha/faggot dynamic so well, and why fags are so important in the lives of straight Alphas.

Master Jin is also a fearless innovator. He’s the one who invented the rule among his Alpha friends that faggots must always be in chastity, and he’s also the one who learned about milking faggots (which he also taught to his Alpha brothers).

There is nobody better for Master Simon to learn from than Master Jin!

But let’s not forget the skill and tact of my brother Chin! He has been the one to introduce fag service to all of Master Jin’s straight friends, and Chin has a success rate of 100%! In fact, I dedicated a post to Chin titled “The Tree Of Chin” in which I traced all of the Alphas and fags who have found fulfillment because of Chin’s skill and obedience! Here’s the newly-updated illustration:

I’m going to make the tree a damned Redwood if Chin keeps going like this!

However, it serves to illustrate how one faggot can make a meaningful difference by simply submitting and serving! I’m very proud of him!

I also want to emphasize that Master Simon initially became interested in faggots when he saw Chin in his chastity cage! How many times have I said that straight Alphas become fascinated and sexually-aroused when they see us in chastity??? A billion?

You can tell Master Simon is a true Alpha by how quickly he went out and enslaved his own faggot, immediately locking it in chastity! Alphas rarely wait to take what they want!

Faggot ownership is a right that all Alphas possess from birth. In fact, faggots only exist to serve the needs of straight Alphas and make them more powerful. Sadly, most straight Alphas don’t know this or deny themselves.

I’m so glad Master Jin and his faggot Chin ONCE AGAIN mentored another straight Alpha and helped him ascend to greater power!

Thank you, Master Jin, as well as his two good boys, my brothers Chin and Lee! May you always be guiding lights!

Always,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

As Titouan’s service continues with his older, married straight Master, I’ve noticed that much of what he’s doing with Titouan is heavily influenced by porn he sees online.

Of course, this makes perfect sense. After all, how would a straight Alpha know how to train a faggot unless he either knows another fag Owner, or he learns it from porn. Then the effectiveness of the training depends on the quality of the porn his Master chooses.

Fortunately, Titouan’s Master seems to have a keen eye for good educational porn for fags.

Titouan has written again to update his current service to his Master.

Hi, some news 

The straight mature Alpha goes on calling me to come to his studio when he can free himself from his family obligations. He still loves to have me as one of his young faggots (told me he sees at least another twink). He also wants us to do as in some videos he loves. 

An example is the attached video  . He ordered me to look at it and said “ça va être pareil pour toi petite pédale, ce dimanche” = “it’s going to be the same for you little faggot, this sunday” .  

Indeed it was, spanking my butt to make it red like the boy’s butt in this video (as punishment for me going with another Daddy during my holiday last month) ,  then on my knees, was not allowed to touch me anywhere including what he calls “ta bite ridicule de gamin” (“your ridiculous dick of little boy”) , and as in video some slaps on my face and had to worship his underwear and  to suck his big dick.  

But video was just inspiration for beginning, reality was of course longer and more complete, as after he ordered me to lick his balls and his ass during long moments (it seems Alpha men love that sooo much, both huge pleasure by the sweet tongue of their fag and the feeling of superiority it must give them, for me very humiliating and makes feel so strongly the hierarchy) , then fucked me, then again had to suck his dick until he came on my tongue, made me swallow and say “Merci Monsieur” (thank you Sir).  Well, it was a very good afternoon of Alpha Daddy/ faggot twink relationship.  

Before sending me back home, he again put on me chastity cage.  I feel very frustrated and jealous of other boys  who can have pleasure as they want, but i know it is reserved for Alpha men and boys and it is my Daddy’s right to demand my chastity.       

Oh, and he also says next time inspiration could come from another video. 

Titouan is such an incredibly good boy, isn’t he?? He completely embraces being a faggot and whatever task that role requires of him.

The included video is a good one, and I can see why Master loved it and wanted to reenact it. You can see how these porn videos are being cleverly used to train Titouan in ways that his straight Master doesn’t quite understand. I’m not saying anything bad about his Master. He’s simply straight and discovering the joys of fag ownership, and porn is helping to shape it.

I’ve been blessed to know Titouan for several years now, and it’s been such a pleasure to watch him grow! I’m so glad he’s found happiness with this Master, because he deserves it!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life and times of Master Jace, a legendary God Alpha from Los Angeles that I dubbed “California Alpha” when I met him in 2015. He’s a straight Alpha who has been owning fags since the age of 11 years old.

This is paid content accessible on PATREON and SUBSTACK.

When I began writing about hierarchy on Tumblr in July of 2015, my sole intention was to relate my own personal experiences and the theories I had developed from years of seducing and serving straight Alphas. I never thought anyone would read it, let alone find evidence that supported my theories about hierarchy.

But almost immediately I was deluged with questions that I instinctively started to catalogue, and it quickly became clear that I had struck a nerve with a bunch of Alphas and faggots.

And then in September of that year, my blog only a few months old, Master Jace appeared in my inbox and turned the entire blog (and my world) upside-down.

At the time Master Jace was a powerful straight Alpha in his mid-twenties who lived in Los Angeles, California. As a good-looking, muscular young Alpha, it wasn’t surprising to learn that he worked as an executive in Hollywood. However, what was surprising was the vast numbers of faggots he owned directly or remotely all around the world. As our conversations grew more intimate and detailed over the months and years that followed, I discovered in him a kind of counterpoint to my views on hierarchy, albeit from the Alpha perspective. His wealth of knowledge about faggot use and ownership reminded me of the incredible and (sadly) anonymous Tumblr Alpha “str8guy4fags2serve” (whose writings I have preserved on Hierarchy University). I thrilled at his graphic depictions of breeding females for money (as a paid Bull) and all of the ways he would train his personal fags.

I uncreatively dubbed him “California Alpha” as my interviews with him continued.

My readers were just as enthralled with him as I was, and my inbox was constantly stuffed with questions about him. As my relationship with Master Jace grew, he would occasionally trust me with pictures and little glimpses into his personal life that I dutifully kept to myself. Honestly, it was one of the most exhilarating relationships I built during those early years of the site.

Then Master Jace began to tell me about his purchase of a large, abandoned winery outside L.A. that he planned as an Alpha retreat and, as he playfully called it, “a fag farm”. When I first revealed Master Jace’s plans for this fag farm, my Tumblr site blew up. Faggots from around the world clamored for an opportunity to serve Master Jace and his Alpha brothers at this fag farm. Alphas who heard about this fag farm were envious and eager to visit it as well.

At one point Master Jace offered me an opportunity to serve as the fag farm’s head faggot, but the timing in my own life wasn’t right.

And then in 2021 – Master Jace disappeared!

I reached out again and again, but there was no answer. I searched my notes to see if there was something I said that made him abandon me. I had no explanation. People would write to me and ask questions about him, and I would hang my head in shame like an abused puppy and admit that he wasn’t talking to me anymore. It was like losing an arm and being haunted by a phantom limb.

But this story has a happy ending. In the last few days I’ve reconnected with Master Jace! His life and his plans have changed a little bit, but he remains in power as always! I’ve been so happy to have his glorious Alpha radiance shining upon me once again (although he claims he never stopped watching over me)!

So I’m in the process of restoring and republishing all of Master Jace’s extensive thread to my platform! It’s going to be paywalled, but I promise it’s going to be worth it!

CALIFORNIA ALPHA HAS RETURNED!!

PREPARE YOURSELVES!!

The following post is part of a thread following Kamal, a faggot who has a desire to serve his Alpha professor uncle Farid. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The most difficult help requests I receive from fags involve submitting to family members. Every time I’m asked for help with these, I’m filled with dread. I don’t want to give advice that leads a fag to be ostracized from a family home or into the hands of abusers.

It was even scarier when Kamal approached me about helping him submit to his straight Alpha uncle, because Kamal is Pakistani and that comes with extra baggage. However, I agreed to try and help because Kamal was so honest, open-hearted, and thoughtful. I felt he would have the best chance for success.

And sure enough, it was a success! As I reported last time, Kamal’s uncle, Master Farid, gladly accepted Kamal as his faggot!

I’ve been waiting on pins and needles ever since for the follow-up to this story (and frankly, so have my readers), but Kamal had some trouble getting it together to send … until now.

Just read his magnificent account, which blew away all of my expectations!

I am writing to you from a place I did not know existed until two days ago. I have tried to find other words to describe what has happened, but only yours suffice. The way your website describes certain things are just how i experinced them and there is an honesty in your writing, the refusal to hide the fact that there is much to lose, maybe a lot of pain along the way, but much to gain and to be oneself honestly for the first time is truly an experience without compare. I thank you for your cautious optimism and honesty.

The morning after Farid spoke the words that would restructure everything, I woke up and made my way down to breakfast in a daze. My aunt was there, speaking to him about some wedding in her family—her sister’s daughter, I think, or perhaps her cousin; the details dissolved in the heat of seeing Farid sitting there in a threadbare vest. She was asking him to attend the wedding and he was explaining, with that patient academic tone he uses, that his commitments at the university made it impossible. He offered instead to drive her to her sister’s place, which is a few hours away, and to spend a day or two there with her, which would allow him to explain his inability to attend the actual event to her family in person, and to give her more time with them so she could help with the preparations. As he told her this, he glanced at me quickly, and when I sat at the table he looked me in the eye without stopping his conversation with his wife, but I understood immediately from his gaze that he was lying. He had no academic obligations. The obligation that made his attendance impossible was me. He was buying us a fortnight alone together.

It was decided he and his wife would leave in a day or two, and I would not see him until he returned. The knowledge sat in my stomach like a stone, tense and heavy and radiant.

For the next few days, this tension shifted into something physical. Whenever we were alone and he involved himself with me—his hands on my skin, his mouth taking mine in the quiet hours when the house slept—he was overpowering and reticent simultaneously. Whenever I reached for more, he deftly side-stepped the request. When I asked to be fucked, he would simply touch me elsewhere or pull away with a calm smile that contained no refusal, only delay. He told me we must wait until his return. He spoke of the first time he would penetrate me as if it were something sacred, something he wanted us to be fully present for, without other cares. He said our first time would be something pivotal. “A fulcrum fuck?” I joked and he laughed, genuinely amused. I think that explains why I can’t remember the rest of that conversation. I tend to get lost in a euphoric haze when he’s happy with me.

Two days later, they left. The house emptied of everything but possibility, and I used that emptiness to prepare.

I had a professional full body wax so that I would be smooth for him, because I know he likes that. I also made sure I did some of the chores my aunt had been planning to do for him but had not been able to complete. I did his laundry and ironing perfectly, polished all his shoes that needed polishing, mended a few items of clothing that had lost a button or needed some trivial repair. My aunt and uncle had taken her car so that she would have it with her; my uncle was taking the train home. So I washed and detailed his car as best I could, working my hands into the leather until it gleamed with the same attention I wanted to give to him. Basically, I made sure that anything that had to do with him was perfect.

When my uncle returned, I was in class, so I could not welcome him home. But I made sure to cook his favorite meal for him, the one my aunt makes when she wants to thank him for something. When I returned to the house, he was waiting for me on the terrace. He embraced me warmly and kissed me. It was electric. It felt different than the kisses from when my aunt was there. This was deeper, more overwhelming, like he was not only there with me in the kiss but directing it, supporting it with his hands on my back, guiding my mouth open with a pressure he had not used on me before.

The air was warm and the jasmine smelled as it only can on the last night before it begins to wither—that particular intensity of something at the height of its bloom, aware of its own ending. A languid breeze paid its last respects and moved as if tethered to us, waiting for something to begin. He looked at me for a long time without speaking. His eyes moved over my face with a scrutiny that felt like reading.

Then he said: “I am going to fuck you now, Kamal. It will hurt, maybe even terribly. But I need you to feel the pain. I need it to destroy everything that’s only yours in you, the parts of you that can live without being mine. Or, I can stop and we can both walk away as we are.” I must have looked visibly distressed because he laughed and said, “But don’t worry, I won’t.”

His hands came up to hold my face and he kissed me again. It was a dominating, possessive kiss. When it ended he moved just an inch away and told me to leave him, to prepare and be ready when he called me.

During the hours between his words and the event, I prepared and whilst waiting in my room I read your text, Being Cunted. I marked the pages where you spoke of the proper mental state required for this transformation. For the first time, I understood from the inside what it meant to be prepared. I spent that afternoon in a state of profound stillness, accepting that whatever I believed myself to be until that moment was merely a placeholder for the truth you described. I sat in my room with the book open on my lap and felt my own consciousness thinning, becoming permeable, ready to be rewritten.

When the time came, he led me into his bedroom. Farid did not touch me at first. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me. This lasted for what felt like ages, though it may have been only minutes—time had already begun to behave differently, stretching and contracting according to his attention. He stripped me slowly, his eyes moving over my body with clinical ownership, cataloging every inch he was about to claim. I stood before him naked and trembling, feeling every inch of my skin exposed to his judgment, my hands hanging useless at my sides because I understood that I was no longer permitted to cover myself.

“You are so beautiful.” he said. Then he came for me.

He arranged me on the bed, pushing me down onto my stomach without a word. He used his hand to open me, unravelling me with an aggressive patience that left no room for hesitation. His fingers worked with a deliberation that felt like surgery, like he was clearing a path through me. I felt the weight of him pressing me into the bed, the heat of his clothed body against my bare back. Then he took me.

“If it hurts, feel it.”

He fucked me with a controlled violence that I had never imagined possible. It was not chaotic; it was precise and overwhelming, each thrust delivered with a certainty that suggested he had always known exactly where I ended and he began. He used my body as if it were a tool designed specifically for his pleasure, driving himself deep into me again and again with a rhythm that felt inevitable. I felt my breath leave me, my lungs seizing as he found the depth he was searching for.

I felt something inside me let go. Not break—release. He fucked me past the point where I could track time or distance. I began to weep, and shake, my body convulsing with sobs that seemed to come from somewhere beneath my ribs. I was aware of being gone from myself, floating somewhere above the bed while my body remained pinned beneath him, still receiving, still being used. The room blurred into shadow and light. In that state of near-unconsciousness, using your word, I understood that I was being cunted. The knowledge arrived not as thought, but as sensation, a cellular recognition of what was being carved into me.

He finished inside me. He did not pull away immediately; he held me down with his full weight until I stopped gasping, shivering, trembling. But I continued crying. And he seemed okay with that.

He whispered quietly in my ear, telling me how proud he was of me, how I had proved him right to want me, how strong I was for never having asked him to stop, even when he hoped I would. He kissed me and I remember nothing more.

When I woke the next morning, I discovered The Void.

It is not a metaphor. It is a literal, physical location in my body—a singular point of ache situated low in my belly, just behind the pubic bone. It felt as if a piece of me had been scooped out and replaced with an ongoing hunger that could only be satisfied by him. This Void did not vanish when he left the room or when I returned to my normal life.

Days later, it is still there. I feel it while I am sitting in lectures at college, listening to professors speak about literature and history, my pen moving across the page while my body orients itself toward his absence. I feel it during meals with my friends, as I smile and talk about mundane things, the conversation flowing around me while I remain anchored to this ache. It is an ongoing bodily reminder of the only man who can make me feel whole, the only one who has ever owned me.

My outward life has become a performance. I speak to friends, submit my work to smiling professors, I attend dinners, I laugh at jokes that float aimlessly through the air, but it is all an act, a performance by someone who no longer exists. The Kamal they think they know is gone; he was happily and willingly remade in the shape of Farid’s desire.

I want to say to you also that I could not have understood what was happening to me without your writing. Your words provided the only interpretive frame that made my mental state possible. Without them, I might have tried to categorize this event through the lens of romance or simple lust, and it would have remained elusive and its moment unknown. You gave me the vocabulary to accept the transformation as a revelation of what always was, waiting beneath the surface of who I pretended to be.

Now, when the ache becomes unbearable during the day, I return mentally to a specific sensory anchor: the smell of jasmine in furious bloom upon a warm beating breeze just before he spoke to me. That is where the shift began. That is where I left myself behind.

It is impossible for me to ever tell my family what has happened or who I have become. They see a dutiful son and student; they do not see the faggot who carries Farid’s seed inside him as a permanent mark of ownership. They do not see The Void. They do not see me.

But you do. And because of you, Farid does.

Thank you.

Kamal.

I almost had tears in my eyes reading this account the first time. The events described are so glorious, and Kamal’s expressive depictions of both the physical and emotional elements of his cunting (as well as The Void) are spectacular. I’m practically speechless.

What Master Farid did to Kamal is not easy, especially upon deflowering, but Master Farid did manage to cunt Kamal on the first fuck. It makes me wonder if Master Farid has owned/used fags in the past. If he hasn’t, then Master Farid has an innate understanding of how a faggot is to be used and claimed! As I’ve said before, Alphas have these instincts … but they don’t always act on them.

I chuckled when Kamal described The Void perfectly. I wasn’t expecting that additional perspective, but Kamal’s entire journey into true faghood through cunting and voiding is one of the most complete documents I’ve ever read. It’s a masterpiece!

Fags, read it again and again. This can be the result if you act in honesty, faith, and courage! Straight Alphas are out there willing to own you and give you experiences like this. You’ll never know the satisfying completion of purpose that Kamal feels now unless you try!

To my dear Kamal, thank you for sharing this with me and for trusting me! I think you’re beautiful inside and out, and I can’t wait to hear more of your discoveries as your Master Farid trains you and takes you deeper into your submission!

I love you, Kamal!

Always,

sam the faggot

Hi Sam,

I’m a fag from Italy and  Im noticing some strange behaviour in my alpha bf.

We’ve been dating for 5 months and everything is perfect he is so dominant yet caring, and I always try to serve him in the best way possible… But recently I’ve started noticing how strange he acts around straight guys, he looks diminished around them physically speaking even tho they are objectively even smaller than him sometimes. It feels like he can’t be the top dog around straight men and I gotta be honest… Its really starting to affect my opinion of him, makes me seem him as less of man. I’ve talked about this already with a very close friend of mine, he’s a fag too and he’s the one who made me realize a year ago that I wasnt just “submissive” so I’ve always gone to him for Alpha/fags matter but his response surprised me quite bit. He said that it was normal that even if he’s an alpha he’s a gay one and superior men will always have power over him no matter how alpha he is… Didn’t really sit right with me so after a couple of days later  I asked him more questions, like “if he’s an Alpha how can other men be superior to him?” and he said “real men” kinda laughing like it was some obvious shit to which I said that my bf is a real man and he bursted out laughing saying that he was not… I was super confused cause he is generally super respectful of my bf, as a man and as an Alpha and seeing… that I was super confused he continued saying “straight men, real men are straight men. I thought it was obvious to you” and explained that being a gay Alpha makes not difference around real men, that straight guys are our superiors and my bf wasn’t acting weird around them it’s simply how inferiors act around straight men. Even urged me to be more respectful to straight men since I wasn’t aware of this thing (sounded disappointed af lol) and we continued talking about this via message saying that most gays don’t accept this truth that he was disappointed in me, continued saying that the most Alpha gay is inferior to the least alpha straight man, that Straight alphas are on top, then average straight men then gay “alphas”, yeah with quotation marks cause “gay alphas are alphas only to gays, so not real alphas” and even suggested me to write Straight with capital S as a sign of respect from now on which I find exaggerated but I’m doing it when messaging with him. In a way I can understand what he said, my bf actually does look “weaker” than his normal self when he’s around straight men, and I have to admit that I’ve considered straight men real men for years but superiors?! Talking about gays being interior to Straight men like it’s normal?… In really value his guidance, he’s kind of a “senpai” to me(lol), and I have to admit his points are really valid and I’m 80% sure he’s right but I still have doubts and wanted to ask you.

Is it normal that my bf acts this way around straight men? Is my friend actually right or right to some extent?

Thank you for writing! This is actually an important topic!

I understand your feelings, and, as a faggot who has served mostly straight Alphas, I can understand the perspective from a fetish standpoint. All gays have a fetish for straights because of early development attachments we had to straights growing up. We see straights as “ideal” and ourselves as “defective” because SOCIETY views it this way. I refer to this as “gay inferiority syndrome”.

However, it’s really that attitude that is the defect, and not we ourselves.

Your cock-sure fag friend is absolutely fucking wrong. Your boyfriend isn’t diminished or “lesser” because he’s gay. What a stupid thing to say about any Alpha! Master Lorenzo is a gay Alpha, and I’d venture to say he would fuck anyone into oblivion and better than any straight Alpha. Same with Master Dean, another gay Alpha who holds his own with some of the straightest and most powerful Alphas on the planet. The gay Alphas I’ve featured on this site over the years have been incredible Men who could lead armies. They are not diminished in any way … unless they are naturally lower within Alpha hierarchy OR they diminish themselves with thinking like yours.

And here’s what I mean by that: you and your friend are forgetting that Alphas have an internal hierarchy within their fraternity. Your boyfriend might simply be a lower-tiered Alpha among other, more naturally powerful Alphas. Should you respect him less because nature made him to be what he is? So because he’s not an Apex or God-level Alpha, you should suddenly find him less appealing or question his virility?? Do you see how stupid that starts to sound?

But what concerns me most from your question pertains to your Alpha’s own view of himself. Does HE carry that “gay inferiority syndrome” within himself?? Maybe somewhere inside himself he feels lesser than straight Men and Alphas. I sincerely hope not, because he shouldn’t EVER have to suffer from those awful and negative stereotypes! However, that diminishment you describe could very well be an outwardly manifestation of his own feelings of unworthiness! How sad to hear if that is true. The world desperately needs Alpha power, and when it is revealed, it should be adored and encouraged!

Which leads me back to you and your stupid-ass faggot friend. You both should be ashamed of yourselves for disparaging this Alpha. Rather than showing him respect, you went off to cattily bitch about his supposed shortcomings behind his back with your friend. I cannot tell you how disgustingly disloyal that is.

Rather than disparaging his “flaws” as an Alpha, examine your own flaws as his supposed faggot.

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling a shy faggot named Michael who successfully offered service to a straight Alpha who lives in his apartment complex! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

My track record of successfully guiding faggots to submit and serve straight Alphas isn’t luck. My instincts have been honed from many years of doing it myself, so much so that I can correctly advise based on information from an EMAIL. In fact, part of the reason why this site has succeeded is because of my wildly accurate advice column and my hands-on approach.

Of course, some situations are easier than others. Take, for example, my recent advising of a faggot named Michael whom I met on the Hierarchy Discord. One day Michael reached out to me this way:

Hey Sam, I have a possible opportunity and I thought it might be easier to chat with you here than over email. There’s a guy in my building that I think is an alpha and I’ve been subtly serving him. My apartment looks down into a courtyard and I see him smoking in it a few times a day. Whenever I see him coming I hold the door open, I call him sir, I offered him my water when I saw him on the communal treadmill, I carried packages to his door for him, etc. and he always seems to take the service naturally and really enjoy it.

I went out to take out some big trash and saw him again and we started chatting and he mentioned he’s pissed at his girlfriend because she won’t put out lately. I told him anyone should be grateful to be with him and he gave me a big smirk. I’m thinking of offering sexual service to him. Do you think it’s worth it? I think so. I’m just not sure the best way to offer it. He’s straight.

Michael did an excellent job laying the foundation I’m always preaching about, making himself useful to this straight Alpha in a variety of ways. That kind of selfless submission triggers every Alpha’s need to be worshiped.

But the real “tell” comes with how an Alpha reacts to that trigger being pulled. In my experience, the really interested Alphas will start openly telling a faggot that their girlfriends/wives aren’t satisfying them sexually. Straight Alphas do this because they know their sexual power and desirability are irresistible to subs. By saying this, they can then gauge whether or not an inferior male is gay and/or a faggot by its body language and eye contact. This is a long explanation for a primal process that takes literal seconds.

Needless to say, this straight Alpha got the answer he anticipated from Michael.

So I advised Michael to lose the “but he’s straight” mentality, because I was already seeing between the lines of this encounter. I knew with the right approach this Alpha would make a move.

And sure enough, yesterday it happened:

I caught him outside this evening and chatted him up. He mentioned his girlfriend is out of town for a week visiting her sister and her new niece. He said he was pent up and I told him, “there’s lots of people out there that would love to help you with that”.

He gave me that alpha smirk and asked what I meant and I said I would be proud to volunteer if it would help relieve him. He just said “follow me” and So he led me up to his place.

When I got in he shut and locked the door behind me and I got a little nervous but he just pulled down his pants and sat in an armchair and commanded me “get to it, let’s see what you can do” he had a massive hairy cock to match his trim beard and at first I just sort of ran my tongue across it and savored it. I must have started off right because he moaned and pulled my head down on it. I sucked him and got into a deep sub space as he called me a faggot and a slut. He said he knew what I was and what I wanted and it was about time I gave it.

He said I had a cute face so he didn’t mind fucking it and if I was good he might take my ass. After a while he really throat fucked me and came buckets down my throat.

He said I was a good fag and after I cleaned off his cock he lead me out. He didn’t take my phone number, apparently his girlfriend is paranoid and jealous. But I gave him my apartment number and told him to just knock it he needs me.

It felt so good. It felt so right. I’m so glad I acted on my instincts. When I got home I just savored his taste and his scent and fucked myself with a dildo imagining it was him. I hope he takes me up on that offer.

Incredible!!!

Like Michael, I’m also glad he acted on instincts! Hierarchy is all about instinctual impulses, animal impulses. The real trick (and for faggots, difficulty) is seeing the real need or desire behind those impulses. Alphas are born with the ability to see through façades; it’s part of their hunting instinct. Faggots need to develop it.

I’m so happy that Michael managed to serve this straight Alpha. He was patient and submissive and always looking for an opening, and he was rewarded with this straight Alpha’s cum in his tummy!

Thank you for sharing your experience, Michael!

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the awakening and ascension of Master Anthony, the straight Alpha cousin of Master Anthony! CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s something of a sacred moment on this site when another straight Alpha discovers the purpose and uses of faggots. Choruses sing on earth and in heaven while the poorly-constructed foundations of modern society crumble and succumb to the natural order of the universe!

This is how it has always been, and no amount of lies or justifications will ever dull that truth!

I realize I’m something of a fanatical evangelical when it comes to hierarchy, but I’m also someone who has seen hierarchical truth completely transform many ordinary straight Alphas into literal God Alphas with kingdoms spanning the globe! I’ve received many letters from grateful straight Alphas I’ve helped to unlock untold power surging within themselves and all the pleasure and security that comes with it!

And now Master Arthur, the straight cousin of my beloved Master Anthony, has discovered the hierarchical truth of his real destiny! He’ll never be the same!

Prior to a few weeks ago, Master Arthur knew life as a clearly superior Man who had no trouble getting laid or getting people to do favors for him. But then Master Anthony introduced Arthur to his excellent faggot Fabien (with the express purpose of letting his cousin sample faggot worship), and Master Arthur was HOOKED!

The other day Fabien directed Master Arthur to this site, and, after devouring a bunch material, he sent me one of the most amazing introductory emails I’ve ever received! Read what he wrote:

Hey! You’re that Sam boy, right?

I’m Anthony’s older cousin. I just spent hours browsing your website… It’s all so crazy! Especially the stories about Tony! I never would have imagined how all that happened with his slave Fabien! All this stuff about hierarchy really resonates with me, and yet I had no idea that this whole culture even existed… I’ve always been a pretty dominant guy and I do like subduing some dudes here and there, but I did not fully realize that some of you boys were actually debasing yourselves that low to serve a man! Do you willingly give up all pride and self-respect just to please someone you see as better than you? That’s crazy. And awesome!

But then again, none of this seems implausible to me since my vacation with Tony and his lackey. How I loved having a slave at our mercy all this time! The funny thing is that Fabien doesn’t even look like a fag, he’s a pretty strong handsome guy. But gosh the lever of pure devotion in his eyes when he was sucking my cock! I felt like I could literaly ask him anything to make me happy and he would do it right away! Well, he might have asked Tony first. Boy does he love him! I wish I had a woman who adores me as much as Fabien adores Anthony! He practically worships the ground he walks on! I must admit I’m a little jealous of Tony. I always saw him as my lttle bro and I used to groom him and teach him how to pick up girls. Now he’s like far ahead of me! If even just half the stories about him are true, I’m very impressed, I’m not gonna lie.

All this stuff really turns me on big time. Ever since I went back to work (I’m an executive in the financial sector), I’ve wanted to try out some new things there. I have a young, shy subordinate on my team who really looks up to me. I’m usually both kind and teasing with him. I followed Fabien’s advice to see where I could take him. Once, we were having coffee on the sofa in my office. I took off my shoes and put my socked feet up on the coffee table. I could tell he was all flustered and drawn to my feet. So I said, “You know what I’d like right now? A foot massage. He stammered, blushed, and then realized I was serious. And he massaged my feet! The next day, it was the same thing, except this time I put my feet right on his lap, and he massaged them without being asked!

This week, I bought some new dress shoes. I had him come into my office so I could show them to him. He complimented me, as always. So I said “Don’t you think they could be brighter? I wish someone could shine them.” He hesitated, not quite sure what to do. He asked me in a small voice if I had a cloth or something to clean them with. So I said “Come on, boy! Just use your fucking tongue!” The poor guy blushed so much! He slowly got down on his knees and licked my shoes right off my feet! I even lifted my feet so he could lick the soles, and he did! The feeling was incredible! When I told him, “Good job, boy, ” he thanked me! He thanked me for letting him lick my shoes! Awesome!

And it’s the same at the gym. I have a regular buddy there, a guy who’s pretty muscular but often asks me for advice and is always flattering me (that’s why I hang out with him, it’s good for my ego!). I started giving him direct orders: carry my towel, dry me off, fill my water bottle, clean the weight machines for me… Every time, he obeyed immediately. So I took it a step further: I told him to wait for me in the locker room while I took a shower, then to put on my socks and shoes, tie my shoelaces, and carry my bag… He was still so obedient! Yesterday, all sweaty after working out, I jokingly asked him to smell my armpits. He stuck his nose right in there without thinking twice! He was so embarrassed afterward, but I patted him on the cheek and said “Good boy”.

I feel like I’ve become more attuned to people’s deferential behavior toward me… It’s crazy, it’s as if the world has become my hunting ground, as if anyone could become a potential submissive… It’s exhilarating! Fabien tells me that the guys at the office and at the gym are already at my fingertips, that I could fuck their mouths and asses anytime I feel like it! I have a feeling I’ll be putting that to the test soon! My girlfriend will be back soon, and I’m wondering how I’m going to fit her into all of this. It’s going to be interesting!

It was fun to talk about all that! Let me know if you have any comments, since you seem to be the expert on all this.

Bye

Arthur

BRAVO!!! What a STUNNING start to Master Arthur’s journey!

I complimented Master Arthur because he’s showing fearlessness in pursuit of his rightful claim on the world! Some straight Alphas shrink back out of fear of being “gay” or what people might think. The truly successful Alphas who ascend to greater levels of power charge ahead as Master Arthur did, eager to stretch his newly-discovered power!

Master Arthur astutely mentions this sudden ability to see the submissiveness of others and how to control them. This is what I call “the hierarchical third eye”. Highly attuned Alphas use this “third eye” to see through the false personas and delusional lies that subs/faggots put up to defend themselves. Suddenly, shifts in a someone’s posture or momentary downward glances tell these Alphas everything they need to know in order to claim them!

I’m sure Master Arthur noticed some of these telltale signs as he dealt with people in his everyday life, but he didn’t know what it meant (or could mean) for his life. He figured he was just “a popular guy” who was well-respected.

He didn’t know the ancient truth of hierarchy. He didn’t realize that he was part of a legacy of natural-born Alphas, and that his life was destined to be that of worshiped Kings!

Master Arthur has found himself in Wonderland, and now he’s discovered that it all belongs to him! He only needs to use the key that has been inside him his entire life!

It’s a heady and overwhelming concept, but you can already tell that Master Arthur senses the truth of it!

Master Anthony and Fabien deserve so much praise and thanks for giving Master Arthur this life-changing gift!

As for Master Arthur, this is only the beginning of the infinite life of abundance he was always meant to have!

Thank you, Master Arthur!

Always,

sam the faggot

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!

When people tell me it’s “impossible” to convince a straight Alpha to try using a faggot sexually, I just shake my head and laugh. I’ve served plenty of straight Alphas, and so have many faggots I’ve chronicled over the years. Statistics bear out that more and more straight Men are trying gay sex, and I guarantee you that these gays they’re fucking faggots when they do.

As the hierarchical purpose of faggots becomes more widely accepted and embraced, this new generation of faggots are better trained and more service-oriented. This is how faggots win over these straight Alphas.

Among this new generation of faggots transforming straight Alphas, my brother Fabien is one of the finest. He’s smart, sexy, humble, and always grateful for his chances to serve.

I was there when Fabien first set out to seduce his current Owner, Master Anthony. Since then, Master Anthony has been able to watch his faggot seduce multiple other straight Alphas in his Alpha pack.

Most recently Master Anthony introduced Fabien to his cousin Sir Arthur. Master Anthony primed Sir Anthony about faggot usage, and then the two Alphas proceeded to use Fabien every which way they could and loaded him up with their superior cum.

Afterward I predicted that we were going to hear from Sir Arthur again. Well listen to the message Fabien just sent me:

My beloved brother,

Just a quick note to tell you that Sir Arthur, my Master Anthony’s cousin, has been very eager to explore his Alphahood since our vacation week together! He’s sort of already started to claim faggots. We spoke at length on the phone; I told him about your website, and he was very interested in learning more. So I sent him the website link and your email address. Don’t be surprised if he writes to you!

I hope you’re doing great, big bro! I’m exhausted but so happy to serve Men! The greatest beings on Earth!

Lots of love,

fab the fag

I cannot tell you how happy I am to hear this! My brother Fabien has done a terrific job seducing Sir Arthur, and how Sir Arthur is starting to understand all of this power he knew he could feel!

And he wants more!

I congratulate Fabien on a job well done! I can’t wait to find out what happens next!

UPDATE: as I was finishing this post an email arrived from Sir Arthur!!! You’re not going to believe this!!!

The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

The situation between my little brother Titouan and his straight married Master continues to intrigue me. It’s clear this Master really loves owning Titouan, and it’s not surprising. Titouan is already well-trained on how to serve Alphas, and he deeply loves it. Training and enthusiasm are two highly-desirable qualities for a faggot.

But I think the arrangement between Titouan and his Master is a mutually-beneficial one. This Master seems to be somewhat inexperienced, though, and he also seems to be learning how to own a personal faggot … and he loves it.

Last time Titouan wrote to me, he showed off the toys and the cage his Master got for him. But it seems like his Master wants to experiment some more with his boy toy:

As in last post about me, you wrote you were eager to know what would come next, i tell you :

My straight Alpha Daddy made me come another time to his secret studio in Paris. He is very excited to see me with chastity cage and to see my frustration. Ordered me to kneel, a few slaps, then made me lick him everywhere and suck his big dick. This time he also fucked me, while calling me “petite pédale” (little faggot). I love it all, so fair and good to obey and to see and hear the huge pleasure he gets.  

He tells me that next time (presumably tomorrow after my studies, as he can be free from his family after work), he may remove my chastity if satisfied with me, and he adds  “il va y avoir du nouveau” = there will be something new. 

What could it be? I think either he wants to use the spanking tool he made me buy (pic on previous message), or another possibility he invites another Alpha i do not know for me to be his cocksucker. Exciting, can’t wait to know. He says he loves this relationship (straight mature Alpha / fag twink), i agree and feel it’s the best for both.

I think I would be very surprised if Tito’s Master brought in another Alpha given how secretive he’s trying to be, but you never know! Whatever it is, this Master is clearly trying to push boundaries and expand his hold on Titouan.

And it sounds like Tito is more than ready!

The following post is part of a thread following the story of Titouan, an 18-year-old French faggot currently owned by an older straight Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Titouan is a terrific faggot, and I know he tries hard to be a good and obedient boy for his Master. Unfortunately Titouan is an obvious faggot with his scrawny, hairless body and tiny dick, so everywhere he goes in France (the “Land of Alphas” as I call it) he has straight Alphas wanting to use him. Yeah, it sounds like HELL, doesn’t it?

So as I chronicled previously, Titouan did serve straight Alphas during his summer holiday away from Master. And as I predicted, his straight, married Master was likely going to take corrective action. Only one question remained: what would that be?

Well, we just found out:

two days ago, my straight Alpha Daddy made me come to his secret studio in Paris, he fixed the small chastity cage he had made me buy, he says I have to wear it for at least two weeks,  punishes me because i have been with another male in August during holiday at seaside. He keeps the key. He’ll decide in two weeks if removed or kept for longer time. I know i deserve it, as i didn’t comply with the rules (As Alpha male He can see who he wants but as young faggot i have no right to have sex with anyone else except if he decides it).  As I wear large white briefs, my cage cannot be seen as long as I’m not naked and this is only when alone (shower etc) .  Sure chastity is humiliating and big frustration, i feel very jealous of other boys, even younger than me, who can have sex when they wish (frustration increased when i hear some of them talking about their sex evenings with girls, etc)  But i know my Alpha has right to decide this and it does make me feel  the superiority of Alpha boys or men.

My male told me some things about him. He works for a french news magazine and site, a rather traditionalist one. And he has family with daughters, teenagers like my own sisters. All this explains why he demands discretion, he wants to protect his family and social life as straight Daddy. I respect all this and find it exciting as all this also makes me feel strongly the fair hierarchy :  mature Daddy/ boy and straight Alpha/ faggot.  

He wants me to come again this week-end . I love the idea of another secret rendez-vous, i love the idea of me very humble as wearing chastity cage & at same time having to serve a straight mature Alpha and his right to use a boy like me for his unlimited pleasure.

The first time a faggot is caged is always the worst. The intense adjustments it makes to your physical, emotional, and mental are sometimes difficult to accept. This is especially true of young, horny fags like Titouan.

I’m excited for Titouan to experience chastity and see what revelations come to him. Smart fags almost always see value in chastity, and Titouan is an intuitive fag for sure.

Honestly, his Master’s punishment was fairly light, but I think his Master has a lot of affection for his secret faggot. Like all straight Alphas, he loves to own a hungry, discreet cumdump.

I think we will see Titouan’s pleasure centers shift as he’s fucked while caged. That’ll surely be a revelation for him!

Can’t wait to hear more about it!

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 story Fabien told us a couple of weeks ago about accompanying his Master Anthony to visit Master Anthony’s straight Alpha cousin Arthur. Fabien did an amazing job of dropping little seeds of hierarchical truth for Arthur to consider, and he was definitely intrigued. I was so proud of my baby brother!

I also knew there was going to be more to this story … but wow, the story Fabien just sent me goes beyond anything I was imagining!!!

Let’s hear it:

My beloved big bro,

I realized that you had published the story of my encounter with Arthur, my Master Anthony’s older cousin! Thank you so much! I’m so proud to have opened this Alpha’s eyes on Hierarchy and our respective places in it!

I’ve just spent a wonderful week at the feet of these two Superior Men. I should at least tell you what happened the next morning after I wrote to you last time, because that was huge and it set the stage for what happened since then! In fact, I had written down some notes that very day so I could remember as much as possible of what I had said and send it to you later!

The next morning after my last update, Sir Arthur was the first Alpha to wake up and go downstairs while I was doing a little cleaning. He was still half-asleep, shirtless and gorgeous in his pajama boxers. I rushed over to greet him, kiss his feet, and offer my services. I was kind of hoping he’d have me take care of his morning wood, as Anthony had suggested, but he simply asked to have breakfast in front of the TV. I complied immediately, served him, and remained discreetly at his disposal. When I cleared away his breakfast, I timidly asked if he wanted anything else and suggested a foot massage. To my delight, he gladly accepted!

I knelt down in front of him, took his foot in my hands with the utmost respect, and gave it a thorough massage. His moans of pleasure sent shivers down my spine! He looked at me with amused curiosity. Suddenly, he asked: “Are you happy to be my cousin’s slave? Aren’t you a little upset about being dominated like that?”

I smiled at the opportunity to continue my hierarchical teaching. I answered very honestly: “Actually, Sir, I’m happier than I ever was before. Because I have found my true nature and my true purpose. My life has a meaning. I told you, Sir, my existence is to serve an Alpha Man like you. And thank you very much for allowing me to massage your feet. That’s one of my favorite things to do.”

“Really? Why do you like that?”

“Because I got to kneel in front of a Superior Man. To gawk at him while he’s resting in his glory. To touch his feet, the lowest part of his body, therefore the part I’m closer to. And above all, to make him feel good. That is such a privilege, Sir. Thank you very much.”

He had the same smug smile as Anthony. I could see that I was converting him to his destiny as an Alpha and a Master. So I kept going!

“Please, Sir, imagine what your life could be. You would never have to waste your time doing any menial tasks ever. Cleaning, cooking, running errand or whatever else… That is below you. That’s what slaves are for. You got to spend your time doing whatever you really love, Sir.”

My words captivated him and his expression grew more serious. He slipped his hand into his boxers. Deep down, I smiled triumphantly. I brought his foot to my lips and tenderly kissed his toes.

“Imagine, Sir. Inferior boys and girls constantly at your beck and call. Doing whatever you want. For your comfort, your pleasure, your fun. You don’t have to be nice to them, you don’t have to be polite to them. You can degrade them as much as you want. You just do as you feel. You are the only one who matters. They cater to your every need, they obey to your every whim.”

I gently rested his foot back down and moved closer to his crotch. Seeing that he wasn’t stopping me, I respectfully pulled his cock out of his boxers. A big, proud cock! I looked him straight in the eyes as I whispered.

“All the glory and all the wealth of the world laid at your feet. Just because you exist. Because you deserve everything for you who are. Imagine, Sir. Inferior males groveling before you and serving you. The most beautiful women begging you to fuck their pussy.”

I gently sucked on the head of his dick, still looking straight into his eyes, then said “This life can be yours, Sir. That is your birthright.”

Something clicked inside him. Arthur grabbed my head and forced me to suck him off. He stood up to keep going. He fucked my throat very roughly until he came inside me. With my mouth still full of his semen, I looked up at him adoringly and whispered, “Thank you so much, Sir! I saw in him a kind of new, almost frightening rage. Heavy breathing, he flexed and admired his muscles, as if he was rediscovering his body, marveling at his own power. Then he said, “Worship me. WORSHIP ME!” I rushed to kiss his feet fervently, while I heard him whisper, “That feels good… that feels good…” Then he stomped on my head, saying “Do you like that, slave?” I managed to stammer. “Yes, Sir! Thank you for honoring me!”

That’s when we heard Anthony’s amused voice. “Having fun?” He came downstairs, pleased with what he saw. “Here, I’ll show you how to use him”. So Anthony picked me up, threw me on the couch, and fucked me in the ass.  Arthur watched intently, before deciding to fuck my mouth at the same time. After they both came inside me, Anthony asked his cousin, “Want to give it a try?” And Arthur was more than happy to!

Arthur is the first Man other than my Master to have fucked me in the ass! Usually, during parties with his Alpha bros, he reserves that right for himself with me. But this time, they both had their way with me, I was spit-roasted one way and then the other. They laughed heartily together, praised and encouraged one another, while I was serving as their sex toy. By the end, I was exhausted and sore, but so proud and happy to have helped strengthen their bond! And to have helped awaken Arthur to the pleasures of power and faggot ownership!

You can imagine what the rest of the trip was like! Catering to those two Alphas was exhausting. Luckily, they brought some girls around to have fun and sex too, which freed up a little time for me to do other servile things ahah!  But I felt so useful and so at home at the feet of those two amazing Men. After all, I have been the first faggot to both of them!

Anthony and I are back at his place (aka “my” apartment), and life is getting back to normal. But I have to admit I’m hoping to see Arthur again from time to time, hopefully soon… And I can’t wait to find out how his life will change now that he knows the truth! I look forward to mentor some faggots to serve him as he deserves!

I hope you’re doing well, big bro!

Lots of love!

your loving little bro

fab the fag

WOW!!!

Fabien continues to impress me with both his dedication to pro-level fag service and also his mentor-level representation of hierarchical truth. His training and development under Master Anthony has resulted in an incredible array of skills.

What he did to both teach Alpha Arthur and then help him to take action is a masterclass of faggot enticement. This is how it’s done! Fabien reminds me SO MUCH of how I was in my early days, utilizing my intelligence, my ability to apply hierarchical principles, and my ability to make straight Alphas to feel comfortably excited to convince multiple straight Alphas to try using me. It’s one of my proudest accomplishments as a faggot, and I sense that Fabien is proud to do that, too!

I’ll point out a technique Fabien utilized effectively here to get Alpha Arthur to finally give in to his desires: at one point Fabien made a sexual move (like positioning his head near Alpha Arthur’s dick) and then gave him some encouragement. This combination of stimuli proved to be the cocktail that caused Alpha Arthur to finally take whatever he wanted!

Honestly, this encounter between Alpha Arthur and Fabien should also be credited to Master Anthony. He knew the skills of his most beloved faggot, as well as the needs of his cousin. Master Anthony understood that he only had to arrange the meeting and leave the rest to Fabien. It really reveals Master Anthony’s trust and pride in his wonderful, talented fag!

I know I’m proud of Fabien, too! This is a landmark example of how to seduce straight Alphas! Thank you, dear Fabien!

I love you, baby brother!

sam the faggot

Didn’t think there’d be so many other guys owning faggots all around the world! One of my cunt boys showed me this site, it’s awesome knowing that anywhere in the world I can find some servicing and fag pussy to use and breed.

Kayn here, Sir or Master to you, fag. 17 years old, finishing up high school in a month, and bet you can’t guess how many men I’ve owned through cunting them out (my new favourite word! Thanks fag!) I/m so grateful for my dad’s super alpha genes, me, my older brother, and my dad are all mega strong powerful men, wherever there’s men, we see potential bitches waiting to be owned and fucked. Right now, I can hear my older brother cunting out (love that word still) one of his boy faggots and its girl, dad is fucking the shit out of a gym uncle in the garage, and I got two muscled fags bred full, fucked stupid to exhaustion and kissing my feet right now.

Dad tells and teaches bro and me about how to be proper owners of our faggots, ever since we were young he told us we were different, born to lead and rule and be in control. He’s in the military, so we moved around a lot, until we settled where we are for the past six years. It’s rare to have a day where there isn’t a cunt boy or faggot in our house, either taking care of domestic shit or taking care of our alpha need. Andy (my bro) and I are basically younger versions of dad, his genes are that strong, bro is the bigger version, taller than dad and wider, while I’m shorter than both, but I love how my size makes guys think they’re my equal. I’ve tossed around bodybuilders like toys, my muscles look so much bigger on me, and what I lack in height, I make up for in my 10 inch bull-cock compared to their 9 inches. And I’m still growing and getting stronger!

That’s it from me. I got a cunt who’s rubbing against my cock like a needy slut, and I/m going to wreck it’s pussy again. The other is gonna make a late night snack for the rest of us once we’re done giving our fags some good cuntings. Hah, I love that word, it’s going into my dictionary from now on!

Oh, dad and bro are straight or bi, they don’t care. Me though? I’m gay, and own it proudly. And I will beat the shit out of and punish anyone who thinks I’m weak because of it. Understood? Good.

Master Kayn, thank you very much for writing to me and making such a powerful introduction!

Alpha genetics are amazing, aren’t they? I can’t believe scientists dismiss Alphahood in general or the concept of Alpha lineage when it’s so obvious! Just look around! I’ve served Alpha brothers in the past, known multiple Alpha brothers in one family, and I’ve covered countless true stories of Alpha fathers with Alpha sons! The evidence is overwhelming!

It certainly helps to raise proper Alpha sons when there is father teaching them hierarchical truth like your amazing Dad, Master! You and Master Andy were gifted superior genes from him, but he also taught you how to wield that great power! I adore God Alpha fathers like him! He reminds me of God Alpha Dino, and how he raised his two God Alpha sons. Their stories and more are in the right sidebar.

I would love to hear more about your family; how you were raised, how you learned about the ownership of faggots, and your first impressions when you started using fags, Master!

Thank you so much for introducing yourself to me! If you want to write back, you can use the Ask A Question box, or you can write to me at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com!

Thank you, Master!

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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!

I’ve been the First Faggot to at least five straight Alphas, and each time it’s happened I’ve felt such a weight of responsibility. I always want to give Alphas good experiences, but with straight Alphas who have never known what’s it like to be serviced by a faggot, there’s more importance to get it right. I’ve always taken this responsibility seriously.

Fabien is a faggot after my own heart. He’s the little brother I never had, and we both see eye-to-eye on the importance of our purpose as faggots of straight Alphas. We also value and cherish every opportunity we have to be of service to these Kings!

Fabien’s latest update tickled me because it’s full of the joy as well as the scheming that we faggots do when dealing with straight Alphas who are oblivious to the purpose of faggots.

Read on to learn more:

My beloved big brother,

I definitely don’t want to make the same mistake of forgetting to tell you about an important moment in Anthony’s life (and mine), so I’m using the time while the Alphas are sleeping to write you a recap of the day!

My Master and I have been staying in a lovely little villa near the beach since yesterday. Today, while Anthony went to see some friends who were visiting nearby, I was supposed to pick up his older cousin Arthur at the train station. My Master told me that he thought his cousin was probably an Alpha (he’s very popular with girls, scores a string of conquests, and is generally very well-liked by everyone) but that, to his knowledge, he didn’t use any slaves. So I had the pleasure of meeting Arthur today and taking him to the beach, where he wanted to spend some time, and then at the villa, where he’s spending the week with us.

As soon as I saw him, I knew that my Master Anthony was right and that his cousin was an Alpha. Arthur is in his early thirties, about my age, and he exudes confidence and charm. You’ll probably think I’m obsessed with Spider-Man (and maybe I am!), but I think he has a bit of a resemblance to Andrew Garfield when he was younger and more muscular. In any case, my servile instinct kicked in immediately when I was with him!

When I met him, I took his luggage and asked him what he wanted and what I could do for him. I’ll try to transcribe as faithfully as possible (albeit maybe simplifying a bit) the conversation he and I had while we were walking to the beach and I was carrying his things.

“So you’re Tony’s roomate, hey?”

“Actually, I’m more his live-in servant. That’s why I am at your service as well, Sir! Tell me anything you want.”

He chuckled. “What do you mean? Does he pay you to clean his house and stuff like that?”

“No, he doesn’t pay me. Actually, I’m the one who gives him money! He deserves all I can give to him, and more.”

He looked at me with a mixture of amusement and puzzlement. Anthony hadn’t told me what I should or shouldn’t say to his cousin, but I felt it was my hierarchical duty to tell the truth to this Man who, clearly, wasn’t yet living the life he deserved to his full potential.”You see, Sir, there’s a Male Hierarchy, and the Alpha Males are at the top. They are the strongest, most confident and powerful Men who are natural leaders. The most superior Alphas are the ones who own and use slaves, especially male slaves.”

He wore an incredulous smile. “And so, men like you…”

“I’m not a Man. I don’t deserve that name, because I’m at the very bottom of the Hierarchy. I’m a slave. I was born for this.” He seemed more and more interested, though he was still skeptical. So I went on.

“Me and other males, we are natural slaves. We exist to serve Alphas and be used by them in any way they want. We serve them domestically, of course, financially, and we praise and worship them. And even sexually.”

He was surprised. “What? I thought Anthony’s was straight! We used to chase girls together, I practically trained him when he was a teen!”

“Then you did a wonderful job, Sir! Anthony is very popular with girls, I can tell you! He fucks them again and again! But even straight Alphas use inferior males sexually. They fuck us because that increases their power and their dominance. That doesn’t make them gay. Actually, they’re the straightest of straight Men.”

Arthur was silent for a moment, clearly deep in thought. When we were at the beach, and he was resting in the shade on a lounge chair after swimming, I sat in the sand, near him, practically at his feet.

“May I ask you a question, Sir? When you were in high school or college, or even now at work, do you have any bootlickers, any minions? People who do your every bidding? Don’t you see the people who bend over backward to please you?”

“Yeah, sure… In a way, I guess… I mean, I’ve always been popular…”

“That’s Hierarchy, Sir. You could certainly have slaves like me if you wanted. And you could fuck them whenever you want!”

He thought for a moment, then shook his head. “Nah! That’s too weird!”

I shrugged. “Suit yourself, Sir. As an Alpha Male, as I gladly think you are, you are entitled to do what you want. If you don’t want to fuck males, just don’t. I would simply say that, in my humble opinion, you’re denying yourself a great power that should belong to you. And I’m saying that with all the respect I own to my superior, Sir!”

After another moment of silence, he asked me “Do you really think I could have a… a slave like you are to Tony?”

“At the very least, I think you should own some servants to do your chores, Sir. A real Man should never stoop to menial tasks unworthy of him. That’s what slaves like me are for. And yeah, I think you would remained stuck at a lower-level Alpha if you don’t use slaves sexually.”

Another silence. I’m almost certain I spotted an hard-on under his swimming trunks… And then, out of the blue. “Would you suck me off?”

I beamed. “Believe me, Sir, I would be very happy to do this for you. But I belong to my Master Anthony. I’m his property, and I cannot possibly submit to any other Man, however Alpha he is, without his explicit approval.”

When we got home to the villa, Anthony was already there. The two cousins shared a manly hug, and my Master motioned for me to unpack and set up Arthur’s things in the room assigned to him. (The two Men sleep upstairs, I sleep on a futon in the kitchen.) When I came back down, I brought them some glasses on a tray while they were chatting by the pool.

“See! I told you my boy would think to serve us drinks! Good boy! So you told Arthur everything about us?

“Does he really do everything you tell him to?” 

“Of course! He’s a slave! Look. Fab! Crawl on the floor!”

“Right away, Master!”

I did as I was told. I crawled on my belly, I kissed Anthony’s feet, Arthur’s feet. Anthony put his foot on me. I felt so honored and proud to be used as a trophy by Anthony to display his power in front of his latent Alpha cousin. I was ready to obey every single order at once.  Then I lay down on my back. Anthony cleaned his feet on my face.

“Do you like that, slave?”

“A lot, Master! The dirt on the bottom of your feet is worth more than me, Master. Thank you!”

They both laughed. I could tell Arthur was getting more and more comfortable. 

“Want to give it a try? Go ahead, he’s all yours! He has no dignity, he’ll do whatever you want!”

“I don’t know… Slave! Do ten push-ups in front of me and kiss my feet every time you go down!”

I obeyed. And I was glad I’d done some working out under Anthony’s orders to make it possible!

I made dinner while they were having fun in the pool. and I waited on them at the table. Later, I served them drinks and served as their footrest while they watched TV. I took the opportunity to lick Arthur’s foot that was resting in front of my face. I glanced at him to see if he was satisfied, and we shared a smile.

When they went to bed, Anthony said to his cousin, “If you wake up before I do, ask the slave for breakfast! And you can feed him your morning wood. He’s very good at blow jobs now.”

I’m exhausted, I’m going to bed, too! I have hard work to do tomorrow: two Alphas to serve and worship! It’s a lot for just one faggot, but I’m so happy to be helping my Master’s cousin awaken to his Alphahood!

Lots of love!

your loving little bro

fab the fag

Fabien does something here that I’ve emphasized countless times: be courageous, frank, and proud when speaking to straight Alphas about being a faggot or about hierarchy.

Why? Because it DISARMS straight Alphas, who are surprised you’re not ashamed. Also, when you speak plainly and frankly about your hierarchical purpose, it allows the Alpha to absorb and admit the truth of hierarchy through such reasoning.

Once you have straight Alphas on their heels, they become curious about why creatures like faggots exist, and what they can do with one.

An example of this: once Arthur learned of faggots, he asked, “would you suck me off?” That’s exactly what my first straight Alpha, Master Roger, said to me!!! It’s always where the straight Alpha brain goes once they learn they have a proud slave available to use!

All of this was possible only because Fabien was courageous from the start. He’d fixed in his mind that he was going to teach Arthur the truth about his service to Master Anthony, defend his own truth as a faggot, and be a teacher of hierarchy to this unknowing King.

Because of that mental/emotional work Fabien had done beforehand, he was ready with responses to questions he knew would eventually come. That casual frankness disarmed Arthur (as it does other straight Alphas), which allowed Fabien an opening to teach through words and actions!

I’m so impressed by Fabien! He’s learned so much about how to teach with purpose while also serving at the highest level. Master Anthony must be SO PROUD to own a great faggot like Fabien, who only ever honors his Master with exceptional service and obedience!

I know I’m proud to call him my brother and friend!

I love you, Fabien!

sam the faggot

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Maybe once a generation a God Alpha appears who seems to not only overcome all challengers and obstacles, but who also alters our perception of reality and possibilities. This one effortlessly controls others as easily as a child plays with toys, and all of creation seems to bow to his will.

In the series DUNE, this one is called the “Kwisatz Haderach”, or universal super-being.

In our world today, he is called Master Anthony.

Ever since I first started featuring him on the site, there has been a growing contingent of my readers who have become obsessed with him. For Master Anthony, this is nothing new. Everywhere he goes people cater to him, submit to him, and serve his whims.

After I published yesterday’s update from Fabien, I received the following question:

“Could you ask Master Anthony if he still owns or uses Daniel his teacher?”

I felt a bit embarrassed that I’d forgotten about Daniel, so I asked Master Anthony. Here was his reply:

Good faggot! Yeah of course Daniel is still a slave of my stable! I gave him a break for the summer and I’m no longer his student now, but he begged me to keep using him after that! LOL I’ll check with him to see if he’s being compliant and obedient with the Alpha students he’ll have in his classes next year. Over time, I’ll see if I still require his services or if I’ll just leave him to the next generations of Alphas who will attend the university with him.

Taking a quick look at your site, it seems like Fabien didn’t tell you when Daniel begged me to fuck him in the ass? My boy forgot his homework! I’m going to have to punish him hard!

I thought that was an excellent answer by Master Anthony, but I wondered what he meant about a missing story regarding Daniel.

And wouldn’t you know, a couple of hours later I received an update from Fabien:

My beloved big brother, please forgive me again! It was back in May, I had even drafted an email to send you to tell you the new, but then I got caught up in other things and it slipped my mind…

One Saturday night, during an Alpha Pack party at the apartment with several slaves, Daniel was there to pour drinks and serve as a footrest. The Alphas raped several of us, and Anthony did me the honor of ass-fucking in front of his bros. Even though my master’s boot was pressing down on my head while he shoved his big cock deep into my ass, I could still see that Daniel was mesmerized. He was practically drooling!

The next Monday, after Daniel’s class, Anthony had throat-fucked him in his office and left him covered in cum, then went to hang out with his friends. Daniel texted me, and we exchanged several messages. Here’s a translation of them:

“Fabien, I have to tell you something. Ever since Saturday night, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I dream about Anthony taking me from behind, but at the same time, it scares me. Do you think I should talk to him about it?”

“YES! Tell him! No, better: BEG HIM to ass-fuck you! Believe me, brother, he will be thrilled and he will accept. You will reach new peak of slave happiness!”

“I fear it hurts…”

“Of course it will hurt. A lot. But what is more important? Your comfort or Anthony’s pleasure? You already know the right answer.”

After a moment without a reply, I sent him one last message. “You are a natural slave. You know it. Remember your place! Do your duty! I know you will make me proud, brother.”

I let Daniel mull it over. The next evening, while I was worshiping Anthony’s feet as he relaxed watching TV, Daniel came over to the apartment. He rushed over and knelt before the Master and mumbled “Master, forgive me to bother you, but I need to ask you a big favor. You have done me the honor of enslaving me and showing me my true nature. Would you be willing to sodomize me, Master? I beg you with all my inferior heart.” Then he fervently kissed Anthony’s feet. Anthony beamed and roared. He said “How far have you come, slave? Here you are, crawling at my feet, begging me to take your anal virginity. Boy, go get some lube!”

I rushed to obey as Anthony pulled out his cock. He grabbed Daniel roughly, threw him onto the couch, and pulled down his pants. I assisted my Master in sliding his wonderful cock into his teacher’s hole. Anthony didn’t go easy on him; I could see Daniel moaning in pain and shedding tears. I stayed close to him (Anthony was holding me down on the ground with his boot, too) and whispered words of encouragement to my brother, advising him to kiss his pendant engraved with Anthony’s name. I was very proud of him: after that, he thanked Anthony very emphatically!

Since that day, during parties with other Alpha students, Daniel has been fucked in the ass and spit-roasted several times. If you could have seen his eyes… You could tell just how much of his ego, every last shred of his masculinity, had vanished. All that remained was the realization that he had finally found his place as a slave and sex toy to his own students.

Here’s the story, my beloved bg brother! I hope it pleases you! Sorry for taking so long to share it with you!

Lots of love!

fab the fag

Now THAT is one hell of an update!

I love this update not only because it shows how methodically Master Anthony submitted and trained Daniel, but also because the story highlights Master Anthony’s overwhelming power to force others (including Alphas) to obey him!

God Alphahood fits Master Anthony like a superhero suit!

Flush with power because of Fabien’s adoring update, Master Anthony finished with this flourish:

Here you are, faggot, you have it! You can see why daniel is so desperate for me to keep him as a slave, hey? I’m sure you faggots are forever in love with the Alpha who ass-fucked first haha!

Bye, faggot!

And then Master Anthony added a message in French for Fabien:

Voilà un bon garçon obéissant ! Tu es pardonné, va ! Je suis un Maître miséricordieux. Mais je vais peut-être quand même te fesser, juste pour le fun !

Translated:

There’s a good, obedient boy! You’re forgiven—go on! I am a merciful Master. But I might spank you anyway, just for fun!

Fabien is the luckiest faggot on the planet to be owned and used by Master Anthony! He is the perfect faggot for a most perfect King!

Thank you to both my Master Anthony and my brother Fabien for this!

Yours Always,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It’s been an excruciatingly long time since I last heard from my faithful brother Fabien, the French faggot owned by straight, Tom Holland-lookalike Master Anthony (last update was APRIL!). However, I knew two things: (1) serving a straight God Alpha like Master Anthony will keep any faggot busy, and (2) Fabien was planning another wondrous, months-long summer break for his Master and his Alpha pack! I certainly didn’t want to interrupt any of that!

But you can imagine my joy when I opened my email last night to find a letter from my brother! Just listen to how Fabien starts it off:

My beloved big brother!

I am so so so sorry! As I was cleaning out my emails, I realized I failed to reply to your last email before summer! Brother, I beg your forgiveness on my knees! I’m an unworthy, ungrateful little brother!

Such a little drama queen! LOL! That’s okay, though! A little groveling is good for us fags!

But here’s Fabien’s fabulous update:

This summer is AMAZING, and I’ve been super busy! We spent a good part of August in Spain, where we got to see a total solar eclipse. I can tell you that Anthony was very pleased with me. When he heard about the event, he told me to do everything necessary so he could see it. He then discovered that I’d already had everything planned for weeks just in case: a vacation there for him and his Alpha brothers and their own slaves, and special glasses for the Masters to watch the eclipse… He was over the moon! He fucked me in the ass all evening and let me sleep next to him, with my head near his cock. I love it when my Master is this happy with me! I’m so thrilled! On the day of the event, Anthony allowed me to watch the eclipse and lent me his glasses for a few minutes, while the other slaves had to remain on the ground at their masters’ feet and worship them for the entire time. They were only able to look during the total phase of the eclipse. That’s only natural: Alphas have privileges! After all they’re the sunshine in our lives and they light up our days all the time!

Before that, in July, we visited several beaches and vacation resorts in North Africa. It was a smaller group, with just Henri and his slave Clément. The four of us had a wonderful time together. Clément and I are now in complete symbiosis in serving our two Masters, just as they are with each other. We love to watch their manly friendship and being their servants and playthings when they’re enjoying themselves together. We massaged and licked their feet several times while they were sunbathing side by side by the pool in public! Some of the other tourists were surprised, but it became a habit, and we were thrilled to reveal the truth of Hierarchy! I can tell you that some beautiful young girls were turned on by the sight and ended up in the masters’ beds… I have to say, I love seeing this wonderful brotherhood between my Master and his best mate Henri. And I admit I feel a twinge of pride at all the little signs that show Anthony is the leader and Henri is one level below him in the hierarchy. He always gets first dibs on choices (girls, activities…), and even though they often have moments of rivalry (in physical challenges, games…), Anthony always wins, and Henri clearly respects his superiority. But of course, that doesn’t change the fact that Henri is light-years aove me in the Hierarchy and that I happily grovel at his feet!

Also, this summer was a lot of fun for Anthony at the movies, with two films starring Tom Holland! My Master jokingly asked me if I would leave him to serve Tom if I had the chance; I replied that I already had a God who welcomed me at his feet, and that this privilege was more than enough for one inferior. To me, Anthony is already Spider-Man, Telemachus, and all the heroes, kings, and gods of history!

Anthony and I are going to spend the rest of August in a villa by the sea with an older cousin of his, who’s about my age. My Master told me that his cousin is undoubtedly an Alpha, but has no experience owning slaves. I wonder how that’s going to turn out!

I apologize again and again for taking so long to reply to you! I’m often overwhelmed and exhausted, though I’m very happy to devote my life to making my beloved Master Anthony’s life even better. But I should never forget that I owe it all to you for opening my eyes to my true nature and my destiny as a faggot. I kiss your feet in shame and guilt! And I’ll kiss Anthony’s feet and suck his cock for you!

Lots of love!

fab the fag

Such a wonderful update!

One thing Fabien excels at is preparation and anticipation. He’s always ten steps ahead, planning ways to satisfy his Master’s needs long before his Master knows he needs it! This is not easy, but Fabien makes it seem easy because of his natural talents.

Another thing Fabien is especially good at is keeping his ego and jealousy in check. Many faggots struggle with this (I know I did), but Fabien knows his place and embraces it. In fact, I’d say Fabien enjoys the fact that he’s Master Anthony’s personal slave and plaything. He’s so humble that it makes my heart rejoice!

So I wrote back to Fabien with some of my thoughts, as well as a stern refusal on Fabien’s offer of foot worship. I wanted to know how he was able to afford all of these lavish vacations, as well as how he was handling hearing/warching Master Anthony fuck girls. He replied this way:

Haha! I don’t turn tricks on the side (no time for that!), but it’s true that my finances are tight! Fortunately, I manage to save up during the year, since I no longer treat myself to anything other than pleasing my Master (which is more than enough!) and other slaves of the Alpha pack contribute to the Masters’ lifestyle! Thanks to our combined efforts, we are able to provide them with a living standard that comes a little closer to what they are entitled to.

My Master sometimes does me the honor of letting me be there when he’s fucking girls! Not always, but sometimes I’m kneeling in a corner or at the foot of the bed. Once, I was licking his toes while the girl was riding him. I’d say I find him a little gentler and more considerate with the girls. Mind you, he’s obviously very dominant and expects them to respect and to worship him, to say so and to show it! But you can sense a desire to be a little more romantic and to care at least a little about their own pleasure. Whereas when he fucks me or one of our faggot brothers… Let’s just say we’re not much more than living sex toys! LOL I also get the impression that he growls and roars more when he’s fucking me, whereas he makes moans of pleasure with the girls… But maybe I’m just being overly interpretive!

I will be more than happy to worship Anthony’s feet and cock to make amend to you! Thank you for giving me such a punishment!

Lots of love,

fab the fag

I do wonder if Master Anthony is using these fuck sessions as a training method for Fabien, or if he just likes showing off (might be a combination of both). When used with affection, this method of allowing a fag to watch can be a bonding experience. But when it’s used to retrain a jealous fag, it becomes a more painful Nuclear Method of destroying/rebuilding a fag. Thankfully, there is genuine love between Master Anthony and Fabien!

I told Fabien to kiss Master Anthony’s feet and suck his dick for me if he really wanted to apologize for leaving me hanging.

So it was no surprise when I received something in the mail today:

Hey faggot!

My good boy fab sucked me off and told me it was from you haha! Nice of you to check in! fab told me he gave you the gist of our summer. It was great! We’re going to spend some time soon at a beautiful beach villa with my cousin Arthur. He’s a really cool guy I haven’t seen in two years. I’m pretty sure he’s an Alpha, but I don’t think he’s using faggots, haha we’ll see if he converts!

Bye, faggot!

Master Anthony simply oozes raw God Alpha energy, even in a letter. His power grows daily, and he’s becoming impenetrable and unassailable as a King. It’s such an honor to even know him!

As for Arthur, I have no doubt Master Anthony will convince him of the joys of faggot ownership! Master Anthony is one of the great mentors of lesser Alphas, and they always obey!

I’m so happy to have heard from both of them! Let’s see if I hear back from them again before Christmas! LOL

Love,

sam the faggot

The following post is part of a larger thread chronicling a single mother named Sophie who is raising a blossoming 16-year-old God Alpha named Master Lucas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

During my life I have been owned by multiple straight Alphas. Those many years of experience led me to create this site, which was originally titled “FagsWorshipStraights” on Tumblr. During those first few years I received plenty of flak for my relentless assertion that straight Alphas owned and used fags like me.

These days people no longer question it, because the evidence is piling up here and everywhere that yes, many straight Alphas do indeed own faggots … and always have!

I’m saying all of this because Queen Sophie (and I) received quite a shock a couple of days ago, one I should’ve seen coming.

READ ON:

Oh my good sam! I absolutely must tell you what happened!

As I mentioned last time, Raphael instructed me to come spend Sunday with him until he leaves on his trip. I arrived at his place late on Saturday night and quickly took in his beautiful apartment. We spent yet another wonderful night of love, during which he penetrated me through every hole.

That morning, after I’d taken care of his morning wood, I got up to make him breakfast, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back close to him. “No need, wait just a little.” We cuddled tenderly, and just a few minutes later, the door opened and a young pretty boy, in his twenties I think, walked into the room!

Seeing how surprised we both were, Raphael remained calm, with one arm behind his head. “Sweatheart, this is my home slave. Hi boy. Meet the woman I love, Sophie. You’re to serve her as well. No wake-up blowjob this morning, Sophie has already taken care of it. You’re going to bring breakfast for the both of us. Sophie, my love, tell the slave what you want for breakfast.” I quickly regained my composure and told the boy what I wanted, and he rushed outside saying “At once, Ma’am!”. I turned to my lover and master. “What’s his name?”  He replied, nonchalantly. “I don’t remember, not even sure I ever asked him. I don’t care.”

As you can imagine, I was at once amazed, excited, and, deep down, not all that surprised to discover that Raphael was also dominating a boy serving him domestically! While we were having breakfast in bed, the boy was worshipping Raphael’s feet. At one point, the master motioned for him to kiss mine, too! Oh, what a strange pleasure I felt!

Raphael and I spent a wonderful day, snuggled up at his place, filled with tenderness, conversation, and fun. A minor incident occurred during the day, but it was no big deal. While his slave was serving us drinks as we sat on the couch, he almost knocked over a glass. Exasperated, Raphael grabbed him by the ear and ordered him to be more careful. I shyly tried to intervene. “Come on, Raphael my love, don’t be too harsh…” But he immediately silenced me, without even raising his voice. “Shut up, woman. The man’s talking.”

After the poor boy went off to do other tasks, Raphael made things crystal clear. “Don’t ever interrupt me again when I discipline my slaves, and never undermine my authority. I hope I have made myself clear.” I felt both guilty and aroused by his natural power. “Absolutely, my love. Sir. Fogive me. I shall behave.” I was relieved that he forgave me right away. “Good girl. I love you so much.” Then he passionately kissed me.

I had planned to help Raphael pack for his trip, but he quickly made it clear that I was there solely for companionship, affection and sex, while his slave handled all the logistics. On Monday morning, we said goodbye on his doorstep, while the young boy was waiting for him with his luggage to drive him to the airport. After a long, warm hug, Raphael said to me “My slave is at your disposal while I’m away. You can summon him at any time to serve you and your son Lucas, for whatever you need.” I replied  “Thank you so much, my love! Lucas often has his own servants to help me around the house, but I’ll keep your slave in mind if needed!” “What an impressive young man. I can’t wait to meet him. Have a wonderful time together, sweetheart.”

I’m already looking forward to seeing him again! I almost feel a twinge of regret for not going with him as he had told me to, but I’m overjoyed at the thought of seeing my son again soon. These two weeks would be so long without him!

Master Raphael owns faggots!!!

It really doesn’t surprise me that much in the larger scheme of things. Apex and God Alphas like Master Raphael have tremendous needs for worship and service that far exceed what only one person can provide. Owning a private entourage of females and/or faggots gives a God Alpha a feeling of completeness about his life and a fulfillment of how he views his Kingdom.

I love the way he sprung that faggot on Sophie! I’ve heard of this being done before. I think Alphas do this with females to test their reaction to their ownership of faggots.

Of course, Queen Sophie already has extensive experience with straight Alphas owning faggots because of her son, Master Lucas. But still, how weird that Sophie has that in both her son and her lover! I’m not sure what those odds look like in Vegas, but they must be nearly impossible!

I’m just so delighted that Master Lucas will now have a God Alpha mentor who will understand his needs for power and worship! They’re elite Alphas whose needs are poorly understood even by other Alphas!

Master Raphael and Master Lucas will be able to speak freely to each other in a language only they’ll understand, and I know it will only make Master Lucas even that much more powerful and confident!

But finally, I must commend Queen Sophie. She has done everything correctly in submitting to Master Raphael’s power, and she’s shown resilience, strength, and flexibility while learning how to serve/satisfy her Master and boyfriend!

I’m so grateful to be her faggot as well!

Love,

sam the faggot

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of God Alpha Master Chad, the first-born son of Master Dino and primary heir to his throne. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

In the history of this site, I’ve covered some Alphas so powerful that they feel dangerous even in writing. These are God Alphas who are less human and more like elemental forces of nature.

Among these, Master Chad reigns supreme.

Master Chad is the straight Alpha son of God Alpha Dino. I was there when Master Dino taught his prolifically-fertile firstborn about the purpose of faggots, and Master Chad responded by breeding fags with as much gusto as he bred females. The humans inhabiting his planet are merely toys with holes for him to fill with his prodigious cumshots.

Today Master Chad lives in his perfect place, leading Hierarchy Island, killing game, and being served by an army of faggots and females while ruling alongside a handful of Alphas. It’s an idyllic existence for sure.

At Master Chad’s feet are 13 biological sons, gathered to him on the island from the various female incubators he’s impregnated. Statistically-speaking, not all of his boys would be Alpha. But what if some of them were actually faggots?

Listen to what Master Chad is discovering:

Sup cockjockey, 

    Dino mentioned rappin with ya this morning and it got Me thinking. Maybe ya heard about this kind of situation I got on My hands cause even Pop is uncertain how to deal.

      For sure 2 of My boys are fags. Gavin and Justin display all the signs but Gavin is different. Tough as an Alpha but definitely not one. For instance, he goes up against any of his brothers but steals My fuckin dirty socks for God knows what. He sneaks around at night to watch Me fuck. I catch him sleeping with My boxers covering his face. I sleep like im dead so who knows if the little fuck is licking My nuts and shit while I’m sawin logs. LMFAO I am his focus. It’s a lot like bunny’s need for Pop growing up so I know I got another bunny in him. But here’s the deal, say c.c. brings Me a beer. Gavin will go get another can, set it beside Me and take the one his mother brought and throw it away. Then the fucker will  just beam a smile at Me. Once Cal got My jacket for Me and Gavin punched Him in the nuts and snatched the jacket away and brought it to Me. He’s on Me every second and fights his brothers if they dare to interrupt his playtime with Me. He’ll sneak in bed with Me and c.c. at night and I find him with his face in My crotch or My pit. Little fucker wants his Daddy all to himself and will fight anybody, even adults who try to horn in on his scene. Goddamn faggot, He’s so into Me I already know what’s gonna go down one day, right cumhole? The looks he gives Me sometimes are fuckin pure unadulterated lust. A fuckin 8 year old is slobbering for My cock without even knowing what his feelings mean. All he knows is he wants Daddy’s attention and does his best to outdo everyone else to please Daddy, and to be near Me. Fucker can hold his own against his superior Brother, the Prince. Mommy is the only tough faggot I know of but I don’t know how she balanced all that. I miss her badly. I wish I could talk to her about this shit. She’d know exactly how to handle this. Poor c.c., she understands Gavin’s desires but it still hurts her a bit that the child she loves and raises gets pissed like it’s a competition for Me. She’s managed to make a game of some shit she does for Me by including him and it’s helped. But I still got the rough stuff to deal with. What do I do with a baby faggot in love with Me and willing to fight everybody to capture My sole attention? Fatherhood is, at one and the same time, fun as fuck and harder than My cock after a week of no sex. Pop has told Me how He’d handled bunny but she’s a pussy. Gavin is not.

   Well cumhole, what’s your ideas on the subject. Ever met a subservient faggot who could beat ya up? Ever heard of anything like this before? Get back to Me when ya can.

It’s crazy to imagine Master Chad being lusted over by one of his faggot sons. Of course, Gavin is too young to even understand what he’s doing. It’s pure instinct driving Gavin’s actions, a primordial faghood working itself out.

I’m sure most fathers (Alpha or not) would react in horror if their sons acted like this. I know mine did. However, Master Chad is accustomed to his overwhelming presence forcing subs into deep submission to him. Gavin’s actions are less surprising and more about revelation.

This type of situation, one that so often results in broken relationships, can be handled effectively because Master Chad knows hierarchy so well. Hell, he DEFINES hierarchy! This is why I’m so adamant that people learn hierarchical mechanics. It gives insight where was once only fear.

In terms of what to do, I don’t think there really is anything to do. Gavin is too young to know what he’s doing. Scolding him will only confuse him more.

Just let him grow into whatever nature intends. If Gavin truly is a faggot, then there is no better place for him to embrace his purpose!

The following post is part of a thread following Kamal, a faggot who has a desire to serve his Alpha professor uncle Farid. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When Kamal initially asked for me help to approach his Alpha uncle Farid, I was almost as nervous as Kamal for multiple reasons. First of all, I’m always uncomfortable about service arrangements among members of a family given the risk of fallout. I was also nervous about the potential culture issues involved with this arrangement. All of that anxiety was piled on top of the typical concerns we fags have about offering ourselves to straight Alphas.

Kamal followed my recommendations, and quite frankly his uncle Farid responded in such a surprising way that even I was taken aback (it takes a lot to shock me).

Ever since I published that last post, I’ve been waiting anxiously for a follow-up. Last night that response arrived, and it couldn’t be any better!

READ THIS:

Sam,

You thought me insane for not surrendering immediately, but you misunderstand—I was ready to collapse at his feet that very night. It was Farid who imposed the delay. He wanted me to sit with his offer, to be certain I understood the weight of what I was choosing. He would not let me rush into his possession until he was satisfied I had truly considered the cost.

I waited. I thought. And when I knew—when I was certain—I went to him.

I knocked timidly on his study door. He called for me to enter, and when I stepped inside, he did not gesture toward the couch where we have had so many proper conversations. Instead, he turned in his chair to face me fully, and he spread his legs wide, and he gestured to the floor between his sinfully inviting thighs.

I went to him. I knelt there, looking down at the carpet, but he said, “Put your hands on my thighs and look at me.”

I moved further in between his legs, close enough that the air I breathed off his crotch was not only scented but warm. I placed my trembling hands on his thighs and looked up into his eyes. I held his gaze for a few seconds, but the intensity of it—of him looking down at me from that position, of what I was agreeing to become—overwhelmed me, and I placed my head on his left thigh, my nose almost touching the middle seam of his trousers, and I breathed deep.

I heard my uncle’s breath hitch in response. His hand came to rest on my forehead, but instead of the paternal love that gesture usually signifies, his hand crushed my face into his crotch, and I was grateful—so grateful—that the choice was taken from me, that I did not have to act on the desire to do just that but that he made me, and that made it somehow more beautiful.

But just as quickly as his hand had crushed my face into his body, it left, and his voice said, “Kamal, I want you to know that whatever you say to me tonight, all we will do is speak. I will not take you even if you have come to tell me you want it. I will not have you look back on this night and think I guided your responses somehow because I wanted you. Don’t mistake me; I want you. I want you desperately. But tonight I will hear your answer, nothing more. My darling boy, don’t be afraid. Whatever you have to say to me, I will love you like I always have. My love is not on the table. It is not part of any deal. It is there for you always.”

I looked up at him and said, “Uncle, everything you say to me, every memory I have of loving you and you loving me, convinces me that this is the right thing for me. To belong to you. I have come to tell you that I accept your terms. You fill me with joy, uncle. You always have. And I can’t wait for you to fill me with a more selfish love. With your need and your desire. I am made for you. I am the luckiest faggot in the world that you not only want me but refuse to stop loving me. I have thought this through like you commanded, and I am yours.”

My uncle smiled at me and said, “Kamal…”. His voice broke a little as he said my name. “Kamal, go to your room and sleep. You have made your choice and I respect that. Go and sleep your last night as your own man. Tomorrow when you wake you will be mine.” 

I came to my room, and wrote this email. 

And I am going to sleep now to dream of what tomorrow’s Sun will look like. 

Kamal. 

ASTOUNDING!!

I cannot express my joy and pride properly in the face of Kamal’s open-hearted courage! Just speechless!

This is what can happen when a faggot’s need to be useful in service to an Alpha overcomes fear! A faggot must want the fulfillment more than it fears punishment or anger!

Now, I didn’t think Master Farid was going to hurt Kamal. However, there could’ve been emotional rejection that in many ways is much worse than being beaten or punished!

I just cannot believe that Master Farid admitted that he’s wanted to own his faggot nephew for a long time! Once again, you do not know what it going through the minds of Alphas around us, regardless of whether they’re straight or not!

So now Kamal gets to wake up to a new existence as the property of Master Farid! He’s an OWNED FAGGOT!

That’s a destiny worth waking to!

Congratulations, my brother Kamal!

Love,

sam the faggot