Hierarchy 288 – Locktober
Lock ’em up, everybody!
SITE: https://hierarchypodcast.com/hierarchy-288-locktober/
SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/show/2TqhwaNl7kdcyZXK7YL5FV?si=1Trk3AbJTH6UWx1UVRYMrw
AMAZON: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/b09c451b-5400-481c-b69e-85463cf2e84c/the-hierarchy-podcast
APPLE: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-hierarchy-podcast/id1778739988
The following post is part of a thread following a 30-year-old Italian Alpha named Francesco who is living in America with a 19-year-old faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
One of the most exhilarating bursts of fresh air around here recently has been the emergence of an Italian Alpha named Master Francesco. He’s relatively young, but he has tremendous instinctual understanding of the faggot mindset and how best to train them and use them.
Not only does he use his formidable toolset with his own faggots, but he shows outstanding Protector Alpha care for faggots all around the world. The very best Alphas I’ve ever known or served have had mindsets like that (even if they didn’t actually do it broadly across the internet). These greatest Alphas recognize the vulnerabilities of faggots in general, and seek to help.
Master Francesco offered a revolutionary diet plan here for faggots that was clean and science-based, and many faggots excitedly began to attempt it. Some have reported an improvement.
One such faggot was a brother from Brazil named Felipe. He wrote to me about his experiences, and Master Francesco immediately saw it and wanted to contact the fag.
Now I’ve heard from Felipe about his experience of speaking with Master Francesco, and it’s just about what I’d expect from a high-quality Alpha like him!
Hi Sam, it’s Felipe from Rio here.
I just wanted to tell you that Master Francesco reached out to me and we got to talk… Quite a lot, actually. It’s hard to put into just a few words how grateful I am and how amazing Master Francesco is! Thank you so much for making the bridge to bring him to my life!
It’s a given that our contact can only happen online – I’m in Brazil and he’s in the USA – but there’s something about an alpha like him that crosses any kind of borders. I can actually feel his presence when I read what he shares with me.
First let me just get something out of the way: he’s a very, VERY, considerate and protector Alpha! I mean… He made sure I was being listened, he embraced me in a way I haven’t felt in years! All while being firm of our places in the hierarchy. Alphas like Master Francesco are a rare breed. At least from my experience.
He made me feel good about myself. He gave me a nice boost of confidence to improve my life. When I shared my routine with him the other day, including all my meals and exercise routine he said he was proud of me and that I was being a very good boy! I went to heaven and back. But he also set goals for me to focus on, and I’m sure that with his God given sense of guidance I’ll remain firm on my path.
He also shared a cool story with me. He told me about a fag he had who was chubby and had a small dick, like myself, who would only serve him domestically while he would breed two twink fags regularly. Then one day he called the chubby fag, because he felt the the fag deserved a little more attention from him, and told him to have a taste of his Alpha cock… The fag cried from happiness! He was craving for his load so much and repressing so hard his desire to feel his cock that he just couldn’t help himself but crying! And I saw myself in the shoes if that fag – and I teared up a little too, not gonna lie. Master Francesco said he learned that day that chubby fags with small dicks are amazing cocksuckers! And I must say, that’s true.
But Master Francesco is incredible. He keeps saying he’s proud of me because I answer fast, because I know how to address myself to an alpha… He’s constantly giving me positive reinforcement that I’m a good boy and that if I keep improving myself I’ll be an Alpha’s fag in person very soon.
I wish I could be there to welcome him after a long and hard day at work and be ready to serve and take all his stress away anyway he wants. And believe me, I would let him take me in all ways possible!
It’s sad that he doesn’t have much time to train me virtually at the moment, but I get it. And I don’t feel bad about it at all. I just hope the fags he has available right now know that they are on the hands of an one of a kind Alpha, and that they cherish him for all that he’s worth and beyond because if he had this AMAZING impact on me just by our conversations, I can’t imagine how much greater it must be to kneel in front of him in person and worship all his glory!
Once again, thank you Sam for putting him in my life.
I’ve always been an advocate of in-person, real-life service of Alphas, but the greatest Masters can have profoundly positive impacts on faggots online as well.
Master Francesco recognizes that every faggot has the potential to blossom into a useful and pleasing possession with the right care and training.
Sadly, most Alphas don’t share Master Francesco’s outlook!
I’m proud to carry Master Francesco’s words and teachings here. He’s making a difference for my faggot readership, and hopefully teaching his Alpha brothers how powerful ownership can be!
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 I met little French faggot Fabien, he was asking me for help in seducing his straight Alpha friend Anthony. Based on the circumstances he described, I gave him some recommendations I thought might work. And Fabien then followed my ideas to the letter, and Anthony took ownership of Fabien in an enthusiastic way.
Ever since, Master Anthony has grown in power as he learns the true depth and breadth of his Hierarchical power, while also being a guiding force in training Fabien into a deeply subspaced faggot. Fabien’s lust, awe, and gratitude as Master Anthony’s prized possession has been absolutely infectious
Fabien’s complete obedience to his Master caused the straight Alphas in Master Anthony’s Alpha pack to be curious about faggot service as well. Fabien served them, and then helped train personal faggots for a couple of them as well. I cannot express enough of my sheer joy of being even a tiny part of Fabien’s growth as a magnificent faggot. I’m so proud of him!
But now my pride has doubled after hearing the latest update from my little fag brother! Check this out:
My beloved brother Sam,
I have some spare time and I absolutely want to take this opportunity to write to you. I had wanted FOR AGES to tell you what happened in my mentoring of other slaves for the Alpha Pack, last June!
Most of Anthony’s Alpha brothers are used to enjoy the services of male slaves by now, and his closest friends have at least one personal servant. I don’t know if you remember that in last May, I told you about Anthony’s Alpha friend Charles and his faggot Basile. Charles is a godly young hunk, like all members of the Alpha Pack. Basile is a pretty good-looking guy, a thirty-something bartender from a bar frequented by the Pack, who was swooning at them, and Charles (who is probably Anthony’s best friend after Henri) claimed him as his slave.
Basile went with me and Clément last spring, to serve our three Masters on a week vacation I told you about. Back then, I told you that Basile was still a bit of a whiner and selfish faggot, who needed a bit of training and breaking.
Well, things did not improve at first. Actually, Charles ended up dumping Basile. One day, as I was working at home while Anthony was enjoying time outside with his bros, Basile called me. He was in deep despair and needed someone to talk. I just couldn’t let down a brother like that. So I went to his place to comfort him but also to help him accept reality and FINALLY learning his place in Hierarchy.
So I offered him a lot of hugs and comforting words but I also firmly rebuked him when he was complaining about Charles being too harsh with him. I tried once agan to explain him kindly but clearly that he was to SERVE and WORSHIP an Alpha like Charles and revel in that submission, work hard and selflessly to make him happy, to accept that he was his SLAVE and not his boyfriend.
“I can’t stress this golden rule enough: PUT HIM FIRST. It’s ALL about HIM. His happiness, his desires, his pleasure, his comfort. Nothing else remotely matters. You do NOT matter. So be grateful! Always be grateful to be with him, to serve him, be grateful for any order his gives you, for every moment you got to spend with him…”
He whined “Easy for you to say! Anthony loves you, everyone can see that!”
“And I cherish evry single drop of his love, but I keep focusing on HIM. I never take his affection for granted and I keep reminding that I must EARN his satisfaction. Every second of every day! Do your duty to your master and maybe, just maybe, he will consent to show you some appreciation. Look, I must say it bluntly: Charles is much, much better than you, and than me. He has no reason to even notice your existence, if you are not useful to him. You have nothing to bring on the table but your complete and selfless submission. Just to be in his presence is a privilege you should cherish! To be allowed to serve him and to worship him is a golden opportunity you should love with all your heart! Do you realize how many inferior boys, some of them more deserving than you, would kill to have the chance you had and wasted?”
And I went on and on… He was quietly crying but listening. Then, I urged him to repeat after me: “I am a inferior male. I am a slave for superior Men. I was born a slave, I will die a slave. I exist to serve and worship an Alpha in any way he wants.” I made him repeat it several times. The tears kept flowing, but each time his tone was a little firmer.
At last, after a moment of reflection, he weakly said “Do you think my master will ever accept me back?” I was glad he was clearly calling him his master. “I don’t know… Listen, if I can, maybe I’ll try to speak for you. But you promise me to submit to not waste your second chance?” And then, can you believe it, he threw himself on the ground and kissed my feet! He said “Yes, I promise, I will be a good slave, I’ll respect and obey my master, he will be happy…” I laughed “It’s him you must worship like that, not me!”
It was only a week later that I had an opportunity to speak for Basile. Anthony and Charles were enjoying time on the couch in front of TV while I was cooking for them. I took advantage of a commercial break and while they were chatting to go and speak to them. I did what I had to do to make them feel comfortable and capture their attention: I bowed down and kept my head close to their socked and sweaty feet (the smell was delicious!).
“Forgive me to bother you, Masters. May I beg to have a word with Sir Charles, please?” Charles nodded. “What’s up, boy?” “Sir, I know you have been rightgully angry about the poor service Basile gave you. I spoke with the boy at lenght and did my best to make him understand his faults and to learn from them. He is deeply remorseful for his failures, Sir, and he begs to make amend. If you ever feel in your heart the will to generously give him a second chance, I’m sure he will be the slave you deserve to have, Sir.”
Charles pondered and turned to Anthony. “What do you think, Tony?” My Master asked me, “Will you vouch for this Basile?” I took a second to think, but I answered “I will, Master”. “Then you should get the boy back, Charlie. I trust my Fab.” Charles nodded wth a big smile. But then, Anthony turned to me.
“And you, since you vouched for your fellow slave, I’ll hold you responsible for his behaviour. If Charles is dissatisfied with Basile ever again, you will pay the price. I warn you. I’ll be very angry and I will punish you accordingly.”
As you can imagine, I gulped in terror. I kissed their feet and thanked them profusely for their benevolence. Later, when I was alone, I called Basile on the phone and yelled at him. “I vouched for you, so you better not let me down, you filthy faggot! If you jeopardize my relationshp with my Master, I will make you pay, believe me! I will make you wish you were never born!”
About two weeks later, while Anthony was having breakfast in bed and I was massaging his feet, he casually said to me “By the way, Charles told me he’s very happy with his slave’s attitude, lately. I’m proud of you. You did a good job.” A few days later, I had Basile on the phone crying with joy. “Charles called me a good boy today. He called me a good boy!”
Basile was part of the servile staff I managed during the Alpha Pack vacation this summer. And I can confirm he seems to have the good mindset of a slave faggot, now. And, of course, he’s much more happy! ;-D
I’m so glad I could FINALLY told you the whole story, my beloved big brother!
Love you !
Fab the fag
My dear Fabien is now a MENTOR FAGGOT!
There are so many lessons to be learned from this account that I think it should be mandatory reading for every serious faggot out there. If you aren’t inspired to improve and truly dedicate yourself to submitting fully to Alphas after reading this, then I can’t help you.
First of all, note how sternly and matter-of-factly Fabien spoke with his rebellious, misguided brother Basile! Hell, he sounds like ME sometimes when I’m laying down the law around here! Fabien spoke that way in order to snap Basile back to reality and force him to see how badly he was behaving.
But Fabien’s counsel wasn’t just about behavior, but it was also about developing the proper attitude. Basile had developed what I call the “equality paradox”, in which he believes he deserves equal billing with his Master when he’s clearly not at all equal. This mental problem was rightfully causing issues with his straight Master, because no straight Alpha is going to take such nonsense from a faggot. All Alphas expect faggots to completely and obediently serve and submit to them, but this is especially true of straight Alphas who don’t need to own faggots if they don’t want to!
And that’s what Fabien correctly pointed out to Basile – it’s a PRIVILEGE to serve our greatest Men!
It’s important to take note of the abrupt change in Basile’s attitude and the result: Master Charles was so pleased with Basile’s improved attitude that he told Basile that he was a “good boy”! And what was Basile’s reaction to that compliment from his Master? Overjoyed fulfillment!!
Do you want to feel that kind of fulfillment? That kind of overwhelming pride and gratitude? Then humble yourself the way Basile did, by listening to the wise words of my little mentor faggot Fabien!
This experience will forever be a touchstone for me on this site. Through his faithful service to Master Anthony and his proper mindset, Fabien has not only found joy and fulfillment for himself, but also given that same gift to his faggot brother! I am beyond proud of him for that!
I love you, sweet Fabien!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the rise and reign of a gay God Alpha named Master Alejandro who, along with his straight Alpha brother, enslaved Maria and her faggot husband! CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
God Alpha brothers are a rarity. Typically, one brother asserts himself through natural hierarchical selection and pecking order battles as the God Alpha. However, differing sexual preferences is one way that God Alphahood can be shared between brothers of equal power.
This shared power can be clearly seen when Alpha brothers team up to work a situation together, much the way gay Master Alejandro and his straight brother have done with Maria and her former husband Miguel.
You might recall that Maria wrote to this site after asking Master Alejandro to fuck her husband Miguel, which revealed the truth: Miguel is actually a faggot. But Master Alejandro upped the ante by asking his brother to fuck and breed Maria, which he did until he got Maria pregnant!
Isn’t it amazing what a few deep shots of Alpha cum can do?
Now Master Alejandro returns to discuss an issue with his new faggot Miguel:
Hey Sam, this is your Master Alejandro, do you still remember me?
I wanted to tell you that Maria’s been really happy with her new life as a pregnant woman. It’s impressive how a woman’s mood change once she has a real Man guiding her. She is just now learning what it means to have a real man, not a fag husband. So she recently moved to live with my brother, while I moved in to take their previous apartment and live with Miguel. It’s been a lot of work for both me and my brother, but we’re Alphas, we know what to do. Maria is being really well treated and that’s what matters now. One more happy woman in the world thanks to Alpha cum!
For me, the challenge has been to train Miguel. It’s much harder to train a faggot who was in a straight marriage living a lie than taking a virgin fag who hasn’t tried to be a Man before. Can you believe that this fucking slut told me a few days ago that he thought he was bisexual? lol jajajaja unbelievable, I couldn’t hold my laugh. As soon as he said it, I repeated straight to his face that he is a FAGGOT, no woman would ever want to open her pussy for him. He was quiet at first, but it took less than 10 minutes for him to suck my cock so I guess he was not upset jajajaja lol
Things are going well, we’re working with the lawyers to officialize their divorce, and they both agree. The apartment belongs to Miguel’s family, so I’ll be living here with him. Maria will be with my brother from now on. She just wants to make sure everything is set before her belly starts to grow. You know how these things are, her family can never imagine that she got pregnant from another Man while still married to this faggot. Miguel begs to me everyday that I don’t expose him. I repeat every single day that nobody will ever know he’s a faggot. He is just my slut and I don’t want other men touching him anyway.
I haven’t seen a lot of fags like Miguel because I usually prefer those femboys, so everybody knows that I am the Man and they’re the fags. But Miguel does not look like a fag at all, so he’s always panicking about people finding out what he really is. I guess this kind of anxiety is quite normal, right? I just need to navigate this with my new fag jajaja lol
First of all, I’m amazed at how cleanly this worked out. Alphas are always doing such mind-boggling things. They make the impossible not just possible, but probable. But notice how easily Master Alejandro took over Miguel’s family-funded apartment, moving Maria into the home of his brother without barely a thought!
But Master Alejandro has his hands full with Miguel. As Master Alejandro said, faggots who lived a lie as a straight male are corrupted mentally. It’s hard to let go of that security blanket and embrace the truth of life as an owned faggot. I would think it would be a relief, but I’ve never lived that lie, either. In fact, one of the reasons for this site was to prevent faggots from doing this very thing.
Master Alejandro did the right thing by nipping Miguel’s delusion in the bud. It can be incredibly effective to look a faggot in the eyes and tell it that it is, indeed, nothing but a faggot.
Master Alejandro asks if this anxiety is normal. Sadly, it is. Most faggots live terrified lives full of self-loathing and shame. Great Masters know how to help a faggot through such difficulties, shepherding them to the greener pastures of service and acceptance. I have no doubt Master Alejandro can do that with Miguel.
I just hope Miguel can come to a point where he realizes his subjugation to Master Alejandro has led to fulfillment for Maria and a new life with the child Master’s brother has created inside her. It’s all because Miguel accepted his role as a faggot. That’s important!
But it’s also necessary!
The following post is part of a thread following the life and teachings of a 30-year-old God Alpha named Master Maurice as he takes ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Since my return I’ve been blessed with some truly extraordinary stories that really touched me and inspired me, but none have had quite the emotional impact of the story of Master Maurice and his ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard.
As a God Alpha, Master Maurice can have anyone and anything he chooses. Yet he chose to own a disabled faggot. Let’s be honest: most Alphas would’ve said “no” to Édouard simply because of the degree of difficulty involved in owning him.
But Master Maurice is not like “most Alphas”. He’s a superlative of a superlative, a kind of real-life superhero who sees the lowly and afflicted and uses his great power and wisdom to effect positive change. Suffice it to say that I wish we had 10,000 more just like him!
I’m always so grateful when I hear back from this greatest of Kings, because he teaches by example and through his impactful words. He targets his messages, rather than simply using his voice to brag about his power and accomplishments.
He was inspired to write again from a recent post about Alpha scent, and from that comes another lesson:
Hey fag Sam,
This Master Maurice, remember me? I haven’t shared my experiences with my fag for a while, but I came to your page to see what was going on and just saw this sexy post about Alpha scent. My fag is literally what you described. When he is upset, I literally shove his face on my sweaty balls and it’s a kind of magic for the fag. He literally changes his mood in 5 minutes on my balls or armpits. I wonder what the biological process is his fag brain for such a change of mood to happen so quickly.
I am also training him to ride my cock now. I usually fuck him missionary because, as you know, he can’t move his legs, missionary is usually the easier way to have full access to his hole while he hugs me, but I really like when fags ride my cock, so I decided to train him. At first he was not very confident because he doesn’t feel anything from his hips down, so he can’t use his knees to ride it. But I held his skinny body in my arms, reassuring that everything was okay, then I told him to open his hands on my chest and instead of using his legs, use his hands to go up and down.
His pussy is quite used to my cock, I literally molded his hole pounding him hard, so it wasn’t hard to go balls deep inside of him, but he didn’t want to move, he stayed still just feeling my hard cock in his ass. I wanted him to do sort of a push-up on my chest to move up and down, but he wasn’t even trying.
You know, I am very patient and I love my boy, I take care of him everyday in my life. But it’s not very smart to disobey a Man when his hard cock is shoved deep in your ass. I wasn’t fully rational, so I just said “come here, boy”, held his hips on both sides with my hands and pounded him to make sure that he would never forget who is the man and who is the faggot in my house. But I know very well how to be firm without hurting a fag, he never told me stop while I was banging his pussy. He just kept moaning and repeating “oh baby, it’s so deep, omg, it’s so deep”, I was literally teaching him how to serve my cock in cowgirl style without making him move a muscle, I was doing all the work, he was just a sextoy getting fucked on top of me. I was using all my strength to make him ride me, sliding his body up and down like a fleshjack.
Then I gave him a break, we were both sweaty, he was already out of breath. I hugged him, putting him on my chest, his head next to mine on my shoulder, without taking my cock from his hole, then I whispered in his ear “I love you boy, but when I tell you to do something in this bed, you do it” I didn’t want to be too hard on my fag, but I had asked him to serve me and he let his fear speak louder than his obedience. He just said sorry, still grasping for air, then I added “this is my house, my bed, and you are my faggot, now go back to what I told you to do” and it worked like magic. He put his both hands on my chest and started fucking himself using his arms to go up and down. I said “good boy” while he was moaning and stretching his pussy, I came after a few minutes and pumped a thick load in his ass.
He apologized again when I was giving him aftercare, but I told him that it was okay, kissed him tenderly and called him a good boy again. Then he fell asleep with my cum in his ass and his face on my armpit.
You may not remember, but I’m still fucking that nurse I hired. Another good boy with soft lips and a great nurse. My goal is moving him in as well, so I’d have two perfect fags and a full-time nurse to look after my boy.
I love that Master Maurice doesn’t allow sentimentality cloud his judgement or his training of his faggots. His expectations and commands still stand regardless of any physical limitations.
Why is this good? Because Master Maurice is pushing Édouard to become stronger and more resilient, not to give up when something is difficult!
Imagine Édouard’s pride after Master Maurice pushed him to actually do this difficult sexual position and then please Master so much he pumped a precious load into him! The next time there is some difficult task to please Master, what do you think Édouard’s attitude will be regarding that task?
That’s the beauty of TRAINING your faggots!
At Hebrews 12:11 The Bible states the following:
“True, no discipline seems for the present to be joyous, but it is painful; yet afterward, it yields the peaceable fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.”
God Alphas like Master Maurice see the end result of discipline and training: a better, more confident faggot!
He also sees an endgame with this nurse faggot he’s been breeding, biding his time until he can move that nurse fag into his home to complete part of his growing Kingdom.
It’s God Alphas like Master Maurice who keep me smiling in confidence. He’s the living embodiment of everything this site teaches and is meant to amplify.
And I’m the proudest faggot to be trusted by this most incredible Alpha to share his inspirational story with you!
Thank you, Master Maurice!
This is a pretty good overview of the basic positions for proper faggots. We want to know these so well that we automatically assume them on command the way a soldier responds to a drill sergeant.
Of these. It seems that faggots struggle with the position that is also the easiest one: SIMPLE KNEELING. Too many faggots have their hands on themselves!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
It’s sometimes a bit terrifying to hear some of Master Jase’s stories of utter faggot destruction. It’s like watching a spooky documentary about Bigfoot, and you’re suddenly mortified by the idea of actual monsters roaming the earth.
Well, Master Jase is proof that there are, indeed, monsters walking among us. More like STALKING among us.
His latest true account is no less spinetingling:
It’s our Alpha nature to own, control and dominate in any situation. It’s your fag nature to submit, obey, and worship my Alpha power and stength. Be it conscious or unconscious.
Perfect example today. I power-fucked and cunted a hunked up fag for near over 5 constant hours yesterday evening. By the end he was nothing more than a weakly convulsing muscle ragdoll, wasted and delirious from the number of assgasms his cunt received. My house slut washed and carried the fag into a spare bed, before returning to worship and service my body and take my cock throughout the night.
At this point I made the observation that his house faggot is almost like a triage nurse there to care for the fag bodies broken and bruised by Master Jase’s animal lust.
Sometimes I sleep with him, spooning against him with my cock tucked up against his ass for easy access. Woke up this morning to my house slut sliding his cunt up and down my cock, cunting himself deep. Rolled and pinned him back down and flooded his used cunt with my morning load. I left him there in bed to recover, after having his dazed mouth clean my cock.
First thing I see in the corridor was yesterday’s hunk fag kneeling outside. Upon seeing me, the fag tried to stand but instantly collapsed, because his legs were still completely fucked out. He crawls towards me, moaning at the sight of me towering over him, and presses his head and mouth under my hard cock while his arms and hands gripe and worship my strong legs.
It was no question that the muscled fag was still cock drunk. His eyes were still dilated, his face was one of incoherent bliss, and he was barely able to talk. Yet the fag’s first instincts were to serve and pleasure me. Even when he couldn’t walk, his natural place was at my feet, worshipping and grovelling.
I dragged him to the sofa and allowed him to worship my body and cock. The fag made such satisfied moans as he touched my legs, sniffed and suckled on my balls, kissed and licked my abs and pecs, and sucked and nursed on my cock tip. I would pet and stroke his head and he would moan back in response. I pulled him back and asked him what he says, and his hoarse, barely coherent voice replies, “Thank you, sir.”
I decided to reward such good service by lifting up his hunky, wasted body, and bounce him up and down my cock. Completely at my mercy, his muscles just a grip hold for me to power him up and down. Had him swinging like a toy, moaning higher and higher, and having yet more assgasms on my cock. The fag’s cunt was still raw, pulpy and destroyed from last night but that didn’t stop me from slamming him up and down hard.
Pounded a massive load into him, his cunt lips were so battered it couldn’t contain my seed and much of it leaked out while I hammered my orgasm into him. Pulled him off and forced his gaping, drooling mouth back onto my cock for cleaning, and left him to my house slut, who at that point had come back to and was waiting to the side for my orders.
I can never get tired of seeing my seed seep out between an open pair of swollen cunt lips.
If you ever had a doubt about the reality of hierarchy being the truth, the life and conquests of Master Jase will dispel them immediately. He’s living proof of its truth.
He’s also living proof of what true Alphas need and expect from the inferiors in their lives. Sure, not every Alpha is as blunt an instrument as he is, but they all require the same worship and service.
And in return, Alphas like Master Jase reward these obedient faggots with training and experiences that will shape the rest of their lives.
So yes, the world has monsters in it. Necessary monsters!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling a father named Sir Alex grappling with the fact that his beloved son Samuel is a faggot meant to serve Alphas. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
People mistake this site (and my efforts) as some sort of fake nonsense that caters to freakish fetishes.
How wrong they are! Time and time again I prove all of my haters wrong by my RESULTS, which by any metric are stunning and incomparable. I’m not bragging when I say this. I’m using the truth of Hierarchy to deeply change the lives of unbelievable numbers of people.
So go support degrading meme sites or straight dudes who show you their feet for cash if you must. THIS is where MAGIC happens on a daily basis. There is nothing like this place anywhere else.
The latest evidence of this site’s mission of transformation comes from a story that has touched me so deeply that I’ve lost sleep over it. It involves a wonderful father named Sir Alex who came to me desperate to reach his feminine son Samuel. You may recall that, when Sir Alex first wrote to me, his son was withdrawn and seemed to be deeply depressed. Desperate for answers, he was directed by a gay Alpha friend named Pablo to reach out to me for help.
The main issue was this: Master Pablo (and his Alpha husband) offered to have Samuel stay at their house for a weekend. We’re all guys here, so we know what THAT meant … but Sir Alex was understandably uncomfortable and unsure about letting Samuel do that.
I encouraged Sir Alex to let it happen (even though I was also a little uncomfortable about it) and see what it might lead to. Ultimately, I figured an Alpha who is a good friend to Sir Alex and who reads this site should be trustworthy enough to care for Samuel.
Well, guess what happened?
Hi Sam, this is Alex again, Samuel’s father.
I want to thank you for your last answer. You are very kind. Samuel is 19, he’s an adult, and he deserves to live his life as he wants to.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my son and how to make him happy, so I decided to allow him to stay the weekend at Pablo’s house. I admit that I was anxious at first, but I trust my best friend, so I just tried to get my mind busy with other stuff (I must admit that I invited over a girl who I’d been talking to on Instagram, and had sex for the first time in many years). My boy did not say anything on Saturday but Sunday morning he texted me saying “good morning, dad!!” and he was extremely happy and kind, much more than usual. I asked if he was having fun and he said that Pablo and his husband were treating him like a princess. So I stopped texting him and just told him to have fun.
Pablo and his husband dropped him off at my place around 9pm on Sunday. Sam was THRILLED, he hugged me, he had a big smile on his face, and I have no words to describe how relieved I was to see my son happy again. Then Samuel went to take a shower, and I stayed in the living room with Pablo and his husband having a beer. I asked them what they’d done to my son to make him so happy, they just chuckled and said that I should be proud because my son is a really good boy.
I told them that I didn’t want him to smoke cigarettes or drink alcohol and they said that I had nothing to worry about because Sam was perfectly healthy. After a few hours drinking with them, Sam was already asleep in his bedroom and the guys were more relaxed, so Pablo said “well, can I be brutally honest with you, man?” I said of course, because I had no secrets with my son. Then Pablo asked if I had visited this website and I said that I had been reading a few things, although skipping the videos. So he said “well, so you’ll understand this: I am an Apex Alpha, my husband is a God Alpha, and Samuel…” then his husband interrupted, already quite drunk, and said “And Samuel is a joy!”
Pablo did not want to give more details, so he kept trying to hold him husband back, but it didn’t take to long for them to tell me what happened. Pablo did not touch my son at any moment, the whole plan was taking Samuel for his husband. He said that he has seen Samuel growing up and didn’t want to be his first man because he was afraid my son would fall in love and things would get worse, which I found very generous of him. So what basically happened during this weekend was that Pablo’s husband took Samuel’s virginity and apparently my son very much enjoyed it.
I started having sex with girls when I was 15, so I guess 19 is about time for him to do it too. On the next morning, I prepared breakfast for Samuel and asked if he was feeling alright. For my surprise, instead of the stubborn/rebel mood he usually has, he looked at me and said “I love you dad” out of a sudden, I was caught out of guard and said “I love you too, son, and I always will, no matter what.” Then I told him that it would be embarrassing to talk about this with me, but I am his father and it was my duty to talk about safe sex with him. So I talked about condom, and lube, and prep, and everything else. I work at a hospital, so although I have not taken prep, I am very familiar with this universe.
I thought he would be embarrassed and refuse to answer, but he said that he knew everything about it and that I didn’t need to worry. After a short silence, he looked at me, already laughing, and said “you already know what I did with them, right?” I know that the vast majority of straight fathers would hate to see their sons happy because they were fucked, but there is nothing more important than my son’s happiness, so I laughed along and said “well, I don’t know the details, but I just want to make sure you are okay.” Then Sam was very honest with me and said that he had a huge crush on Pablo and was hoping to do something with him, but once they arrived in their home, Pablo said that he wasn’t comfortable to touch him because they were like family, but Pablo’s husband wanted to “know him better”. Then Samuel laughed again and just said “well, he taught me everything that I needed to know”.
I just asked if the guy had treated him well, and Samuel said he felt like a real princess. We laughed again, finished breakfast together, and for the first time in many years we had a joyful morning together. I had to leave for work, so I left him home, but when I was back around 5pm he had cooked dinner for us and cleaned the whole house. We had dinner together and I asked him if he wanted to see Pablo’s husband again. Samuel opened a big smile and said “well, I would love to, but only if you agree”. I asked if they were boyfriends and I told him that he should look for a boyfriend his age to build a life together and he said, “well father, I am 19, I don’t wanna build a life now, I just wanna have fun, and I had a lot of fun with him”.
We laughed again, I begged him to be responsible and he promised that he would not do anything crazy. I called my friend Pablo again and said that everything was a little confusing for me because I have always imagined my son with a nice boyfriend who would take care of him, and not having sex with my best friend’s husband. But it was true that Samuel’s mood had improved one million times. Pablo then told me that they like to bring other guys from time to time, so they usually have someone in their house every other week.
Then Pablo said “man, I know you’re worried about your son’s safety, but trust me, if my husband doesn’t do it, somebody else will. And I don’t want to see this boy who I love so much in the hands of random men”. And now I see that he is right. I can’t keep Sam at home and make him wait for an ideal husband to take his virginity. I know very well how the world of Grindr works for gay guys and the last thing I want is to see my son looking for random man, so I will let him keep seeing Pablo’s husband. I talked to his husband after calling Pablo and he told me not to worry because he knew what he was doing and he would never hurt my son’s feelings. And he even said that I should use this time alone to stop worrying so much about Sam and have some sex. And in fact, that’s what I did, because the girl who I saw last week is coming here again next Saturday, and Sam will spend the weekend with them again.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep you updated because I’ve been really busy. But after your thoughtful comments to my last message, I wanted to let you know that everything is going well and, most importantly, Samuel is happier than ever. Last week has been a true turning point in his life, and although different from the life I imagined for him, I just want to see him happy. To be honest, I consider myself an open-minded father, but I guess that part of being open-minded is understanding that some people, no matter gay or straight, do not want to have a long-lasting marriage with kids. I should stop projecting my dreams on my son and just support him no matter what.
I’m not crying … YOU’RE crying!
First of all, I must commend Sir Alex with the highest praise my little faggot fingers can express. The deep love he has for his son is breathtaking. I never had a father like him, nor have most of the faggots who follow this site. I can’t even describe the ache in my heart right now because of Sir Alex’s perfect fatherly love. Thank you, Sir! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
I had a feeling that Master Pablo was either an Alpha or an Apex Alpha and married to a God Alpha. Alpha couple dynamics are something I’ve had to learn piecemeal over the years since I’m not privy to that information personally, but the rules of Hierarchy help me predict things like this. Both Alphas sound like astoundingly powerful Men, as well as the kindest and most caring Protector Alphas on the planet. What they’ve done here, utilizing all of the gifts nature bestowed upon them, was to help Samuel realize his true purpose.
Out of all the mind-boggling things Alphas accomplish in our world, this simple, natural act is one of the greatest.
Master Pablo and his God Alpha husband saved a dear faggot’s life!
Samuel’s infectious joy upon returning to his astounded father made me think of the example of a dog. As a puppy, it is wild and unrestrained and it gets into trouble often. This makes the puppy frustrated because its owner is angry with it. Then the puppy goes to obedience school, and its owner works with it and teaches it lessons that produce positive results. What’s always the outcome? A happy dog that is confident at its owner’s side!
It is the same with a faggot!
Before being taken in by those two Alphas, Samuel was dejected and alone, confused about his purpose. But during his weekend with these Alphas, he was trained and shown what he was born to be. All of the pieces jumbled in his mind were snapped into place for the first time. The pathway was cleared, and bright light replaced darkness.
And like a trained puppy, Samuel emerged and returned to Sir Alex confident and focused! That is what the truth of Hierarchy – expertly applied by skilled and knowledgeable Alphas – can do for inferiors!
I’m so happy that Sir Alex was able to receive Samuel back home restored to life again! What a joy that must’ve been for him! And I’m thankful he’s such a kind and thoughtful father to such a good boy!
I cannot tell you how I feel right now. I’m so grateful to Sir Alex, Master Pablo, and his husband for allowing me to be a part of this and for being allowed to share it for all of the other faggots (and Alphas) out there confused or depressed about their own path!
Find truth and embrace it! Hierarchy Is Truth!
The following post is part of a thread following a 30-year-old Italian Alpha named Francesco who is living in America with a 19-year-old faggot. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
It’s funny … Over the course of ten years with this site I’ve rarely covered the dismissal of a faggot. I’ve talked about my own dismissals, of course, but rarely any others. I’m sure it’s because faggots aren’t too keen to talk about their failures, and Alphas don’t generally want anything like that to tarnish their own reputation.
But Master Francesco is not a typical Alpha.
His recently-published diet plan for faggots was a huge hit with the readership, and there was a lot of chatter about it among faggots. What the diet plan revealed to me (aside from it’s clinically well-balanced ingredients) was an Alpha who thinks deeply about issues, considers all of the angles, and then strategically implements them for maximum effect. I’m always thrilled to speak with Alphas like him because his intelligence and precision fascinates me. How could a faggot not want to be owned by a Man like him??
But where I see an Alpha whose every word I’d die to obey, his latest faggot only saw as an authoritarian dictator who wouldn’t allow him to do whatever he wanted. What a shame!
You’ll recall that Master Francesco wrote the diet plan in response to the chubby faggot he owned with terrible eating habits that interrupted anal sex. With almost God-like patience and thoughtfulness, Master Francesco implored the faggot to take better care of itself.
But Alphas – even Master Francesco – won’t remain patient forever:
Hey, this is Francesco from Italy, the Alpha who teaches faggots how to eat well.
I’m sorry to tell you that I don’t have a sexy update today, but I believe it’s important to share what happened with me for boys to see what can happen when they insist on their bad behavior. I was going out with a beautiful fag for several weeks, the one who was always bloated and ate only chicken nuggets with french fries. I told him twice how he needed to change his eating habits, I prepared a whole menu for him, and told him I was willing to pay for his food. Not only he was always bloated and took hours to clean himself, but he was also getting chubby. So I tried to be reasonable and prepared a second menu for him. I was very patient and adapted the original menu for an easier one to follow, but still with fibers and lots of water. He disobeyed again and refused to follow it. Then last week I brought him home and was really horny, when I started fucking him the fag literally started to fart on my cock, even after an hour in my bathroom getting ready. It was a huge turn off, I got soft and didn’t want to use him anymore. I know that accidents happen and I’m always patient with my fags, but I told him that he needed to change his habits. Then he said for the third time that he would not, but I could keep him as a cocksucker without fucking his ass if I wanted.
Then I needed to make a tough decision and send him back home. I don’t like the feeling of dismissing a fag like that, but he was already testing my patience. I gave him all the chances to change and in return he gave me disobedience and disrespect. I am 30, he is 19, so I bet he will regret in the future, but it will be too late.
I went on Grindr and found another boy to unload my balls, but I hope to find a good fag to have at home soon. I don’t like using random fags who I haven’t trained. That’s it, Sam. I let this twink go, but there are one million more for my cock to breed. I hope the diet I sent you has helped your audience. If at least one good boy can improve their service with it, I am already happy.
Out of respect for Master Francesco, I will refrain from saying terrible things about this embarrassing, selfish faggot. Needless to say, I’m horrified by its behavior.
Still, the faggot’s terrible choice and its dismissal only allows us to see Master Francesco’s glory even better. What a sterling example of Alphahood he is, and what a wonderful precedent he sets for other Alpha Masters out there! He’s exactly the kind of Alpha every faggot should hope to find and serve better than this faggot did!
I thank and praise Master Francesco for everything he’s brought to this site. I cherish any Alpha who can say something as selfless as this: “I hope the diet I sent you has helped your audience. If at least one good boy can improve their service with it, I am already happy.” THAT is the voice of a TRUE MASTER and PROTECTOR ALPHA, one who reigns in such a way that all of his Kingdom is elevated!
Thank you, Master Francesco!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I’m often shocked by how disrespectful some faggots are with their Masters. I remember being particularly incensed with Chin when he would repeatedly disrespect and disobey Master Jin (especially considering the life Master Jin provided for him). It simply makes no sense. If an ALPHA chooses a faggot to be his personal property, that faggot should be endlessly grateful, not self-righteous.
That deep respect we faggots should have for Alphas also extends to an Alpha’s Pack as well. Typically an Alpha Pack is made up of an Alpha’s close Alpha friends, but it can also be simply those close to an Alpha. An Alpha considers these people to be an extension of himself, so a faggot should do the same.
Like I said, I find it hard to imagine any faggot showing disrespect to an Alpha, but I really find it hard to understand a faggot showing Master Jase such disrespect. Seriously? He regularly (like, daily?) destroys males twice his size. He has unparalleled aggression and gym-honed strength. Even if a faggot could match his physical strength, it lacks the internal components Master Jase was born with that makes him one of the most fearsome predators on Earth.
You’d have a better chance of survival while disrespecting a bull … or a T-Rex.
Nevertheless, some fags have a death wish, and Master Jase has provided us with a great example. Listen to his account:
I think you’d be interested in this past weekend’s punishment-training of a fag who doesn’t know his place. I mentioned a few days ago that I had a roided up fag choking on my cock as I messaged you. While his weekend-long punishment may have ended, breaking his will and his submission is only starting. His name for now is mutt. You know I attach importance to titles. Sluts are above fags, fags are above mutts.
To keep a long story short, the now roided fag disrespected not only one of my social circle friends, but also chose to insult me. I had a night out with my social circle, and he confronted one of my social circle friends in such an arrogant, demeaning, cocky and entitled way that he had all my instincts pulsing to be released.
I had him grabbed by his collar and pinning him against a wall, ordering him to apologise. He does so, but then sealed his fate by demanding I let him go, referring to me as “this kung fu chink”.
You can imagine how it ended for him. I had his face slammed into the carpet and pinned, grinding it with a barely leashed alpha fury. I easily dragged him down to a car where one of my friends, who has served me before, drove me home. I had him, a man twice my size ripped with my muscle, meekly kneeling on the back-seat while I had a hand fisted in his hair the whole time.
I told him to cancel all his plans. I took his phone and slapped and punched his face around for good measure. As we got closer to my place, I told the fag that I was going to teach it good manners and behaviours, and I was going to beat it into him. “You’re about to learn your place as dirt barely worthy to touch my feet.”
He learnt swiftly that despite the size difference, I outpowered him. I choked and punched him til he almost lost breath. I kicked him as he weakly rolled underneath me. I pressed his head down into the floor with my foot as I tore his expensive clothes off. I punched him more. I took pleasure in inflicting hard, brutal, alpha violence on his hard, muscled body.
The thrill of manhandling and subdueing a strong built man into a overpowered muscle fag never gets old. Nothing gets my blood pumping and my cock harder than physically dominating a larger hunk. Nothing says owned and conquered like the now naked fag weakly crawling on the ground towards my feet, beaten and red, and I’m standing over him, dressed to impress, my muscles pumped from overpowering him.
I let my in-house slut watch as both entertainment and reward. He knelt nearby, captivated by my every move, and I knew he was hungry and waiting to serve and obey my next command for him. But I was far from done with the pathetic mutt.
I planted my boots against his face and made him kiss and lick them. I freed my giant straining cock from my pants, and let it bounce out and loom over the mutt like a battering ram. I could barely see the pathetic fag worshipping my boots under my massively pumped and thick cock.
My pre pooled on the back of his head, but when he tried to look up, I stamped on his head, pinning it to the ground. He obediently went back to worshiping my boots. When I finally gave him permission to look up…well. Fag, you of all people will no doubt have understood the absolute look of awe, fear, terror and wonder washed over his face upon seeing my monster cock looming over him.
I let my cock sway over the fag’s face for some time, before commanding him to tell me what he sees. “It’s so fucking big. You have such glorious balls and dick,” the fag began babbled, and I could hear him instinctively sniff in my scent. I could see his eyes transfixed on the slight flexing of my cock above him.
I gripped him again by his hair and slapped my cock across his face, letting him feel its immense weight and heat. I told him that my god cock will break him. I will use him. I will own him. “But you’re worthless right now, FAG. You need to earn the right to beg to serve me and my cock.”
I kicked him away, and he still was spellbound to my cock swinging out of my pants as he collapsed. I beckoned to my in-house slut and told him to make me comfortable. Being the good trained slut bitch he was, he began to undress and worship me at the same time.
The fag stayed on the ground and watched as my slut slowly pulled my boots and pants off, kissed my feet and snuggled against my legs. He continually thanked me as he made love to my pumped and strong muscles as he got my shirt off and kissed my pecs. Not once did he touch my cock or balls. He knew he didn’t get permission, so he worshipped everything else he could, including my pits. He put on a good show for the mutt.
Now naked, I made the mutt crawl towards me and sniff and lick my bare feet. Gripped him by the hair and made him look and smell at my cock. The fag made a mistake of trying to lick my cock from the overwhelming musk coming from it. I threw him down and punished his face and body, and told him to do it again. One more mistake and I would throw him out.
I held him under my cock for a long time until his face was smeared and dripping in my pre, and his eyes were completely dilated and dazed. I let go of him and the mutt collapsed to the ground, breathless and barely conscious. So fucking pathetic.
I pulled him back up and crushed his face under my huge cock. Made him stroke my cock with both of his hands. Made him cup and grope my balls. Made him sniff the overpowering scent of my manhood. Had him slowly go to kissing, and then made him hold his tongue out as I dragged my cock up and down, letting him taste my full length.
Finally I stuck my cockhead in his mouth. Told him to open wider, and bent his head back as I let the immense weight of my giant cock push its way in the fag’s mouth. I watched as his lips got taut, and his eyes began to tear up, and his jaws to widen even more. The faggot mutt could barely take in just my cockhead. Yet like all fags when they taste an alpha’s cock, he was instinctively adjusting to take more. His tongue was working, his throat was clenching, and I kept pushing.
By the end of the first couple hours, he had taken an additional couple inches of my cock and I felt my cockhead press against the back of his throat. More than half my cock was still outside his mouth. I made him stroke the remaining of my cock. Told him to taste. Told him to swallow my pre. I would pull out and slap his face around with both my hand and cock while he gasped for air before I pushed my cock back into his mouth. Force him until he was almost breathless before repeating it all again.
I hadn’t cum at all. You can imagine how throbbingly angry my cock was. My in-house slut had waited all this time, obedient and ready. I told the mutt to lower his head, all the way until his head touched the ground, and made him stay that way while I picked up my slut, slipped out his butt-plug and I pumped my cock into his ready muscled cunt. I made sure to fuck him loud and hard, so the mutt could hear every thrust and every slap. My slut cried and moaned and thanked me as I fucked him all over the room while the mutt remained kneeling and head to the ground. My slut had five assgasms in the one and a half hours I power-fucked him for.
I made the mutt look up as I got closer to breeding my slut. The fag watched as I suspended my slut above him and slammed him up and down my massive cock. I told him to watch what he craved, but needed to earn. I bred my slut so deep and so full that he was overfilling; I felt my cum spurting out his tight abused cunt ring around my cock and freely running down my thighs.
I pulled out my cock and the mutt moaned so loudly at the sight. I didn’t care, I flipped my slut so I could slide my cock in and out of his open mouth to clean it off cum and pre. Put him down and advanced on the mutt still kneeling. “Look at my cock,” I told the mutt. “You don’t deserve to clean it. You don’t deserve to receive my seed.” I walked and shoved my cockhead into the mutt’s head, making him choke. “You only deserve to taste it.”
This repeated throughout that night and the next day. I would command the mutt constantly. I would wrestle him, pin him, beat his body, then make him worship my pumped muscles. I left for a workout and commanded my in-house slut to wash the mutt. I came home to a clean and kneeling fag, and I shoved his face into my sweaty crotch to lick and sniff. I would tell him to glove up and fight in my home-gym ring, and when he inevitably lost to my overwhelming strength, I would use his body as a living heavy bag and between rounds, drill his mouth wide open.
I gave my in-house slut permission to use the mutt as well. My slut is a pre-alpha in training, so on occasion, I allow him to use what he’s learnt from me. While I pounded another fag in my room, I could hear him instructing the mutt on how to suck his cock. He would report back while worshiping my body and cock about the mutt’s progress. My slut has gotten very good at using his own dominance against inferior fags, using many of my techniques that I have used on him.
On Sunday morning, I painted the mutt’s face with pre, streaking his hair and cheeks in it, and made it tell me if it remembers what it did wrong on Friday. He began crying and pleading, saying he was so sorry for his rudeness, that knew his place now. “Please let me be your fag,” he begged hoarsely. His throat must have been so sore and rough, but he still begged. I pushed my cock against his lips, asked him to show me how much he wanted to be owned. He worshiped my cock and balls like his last meal.
As a final reward, I gripped his head and skull-fucked him for the first time. Letting him feel the same power in my thrusting cock as my punches. All the time, I told him that he will always be nothing but a fag to serve my needs. That he would serve me, but be broken and used how I wanted him to. He could still barely take half my cock in his mouth and throat. He gagged and flailed and cried and drooled, but he had never looked better.
I pulled out and just looked down at him as he heaved and panted. His built body red from days of hard punishment, his lips swollen and some splits, his eyes puffed, his chin soaked in spit and pre and his eyes disfocused. His face was utterly ruined. I turned away and told my slut to take him home, but told the faggot mutt that I would train his cunt the next time.
The dirty-talk was ongoing, fag. Very early on, I told the mutt, “Your only response from now is ‘Yes, Sir’.” He obeyed.
While he worshipped my feet and cock, I gave a lot of one-word commands. They are powerful.
“Crawl.” “Yes, Sir.” He crawled towards me, his eyes still locked onto me. I raised a foot and pressed it into his face.
“Sniff.” “Yes, Sir.” He took deep inhales, taking in the strong scent of my feet.
“Lick.” “Yes, Sir.” He slurped and licked over the base and even began to suck on my toes. I then shoved my foot on the back of his head and pinned his face to the ground.
“Thank me.” “Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,” was his muffled groaning reply.
When it came to my cock laying on top of his face. “Sniff”. “Kiss.” “Look.” “Keep your tongue out.” Such simple commands yet so powerful when I say it.
When I started to put my cock in his mouth. “Open.” “Wider.” “Taste.”
I can’t remember all that I said or commanded, but that is just a taster.
It’s been a very long time since I’ve had to punish-train a mutt like this, faggot Sam. It’s a thrill, a reminder that I rule over other men, especially ones so cocky and entitled. That a huge muscled man twice my size and weight is but another demolished ragdoll in front of my superior strength and dominance.
Can you even believe this faggot called Master Jase a “kung-fu chink” to his face?? When I read that, I felt my blood pressure rise. I’m surprised Master Jase didn’t just end the fag’s life right then!
I think it goes without saying that this faggot deserved every bit of the punishment it received.
I’m on record as advocating that Alphas should not physically punish a fag when it misbehaves (because many faggots get off on the abuse). Of course, I would never presume to tell Master Jase how he should train his faggots. He definitely knows what he’s doing!
The extended weekend torture sequence Master Jase described above might not have been as effective without the call/response part when Master Jase was retraining its mind with his boot on its face. I can’t emphasize this enough. Alpha Masters must get inside the MINDS of their faggots through effective training, not violence. A faggot can handle a lot of physical abuse, but it’s the possible loss of access and privileges that really drive it.
But Master Jase is an exceptional Owner of faggots, so he knew exactly how to break this faggot of its disrespect.
Once more I implore my faggot brothers to humble yourselves and treat every aspect of your Master’s life – including his Pack – with the utmost respect and care!
Thank you, Master Jase!
Yours,
sam the faggot
The following post is part of a thread detailing the admission and submission of a new faggot named Ben to a teen Destroyer Alpha named Grayson. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I have a hard time handling the story of Ben the faggot and Master Grayson, the Destroyer Alpha Ben is serving. Part of me wants to encourage Ben to run from this Alpha who is constantly scheming and manipulating Ben’s life in mostly destructive ways.
But it seems pretty clear that Ben is somehow caught up like the proverbial fly in a spider’s web, except in this case the fly actually kind of likes being trapped.
The last time Ben wrote in with an update, Master Grayson seemed to change his tactics a little bit, focusing more on teaching rather than pure malevolence. Now Ben returns with an update that might indicate a method to Master Grayson’s madness.
It’s been a while since my last update and I have a lot to talk about. I mentioned last time that Grayson had downloaded a monitoring app on my phone and it had made it difficult to write these messages in secret since he can monitor my screen so I have resorted to writing these secretly at work. I wish I could upload photos to show you but I don’t know where to share them without giving out my information. His control has taken over further and I’m subjected to screen time limits and since I need my phone for work I have to finish “tasks” he gives for me to raise my screen time such as sucking him off, wedging myself, or putting on panties. Most of it so humiliating but I have to do it to use my phone but one of the different ones is going to the gym unlocks more time for me and I’ve seen myself actually tone up a bit. He’s even helped me actually become more focused at work and my craft with my restriction to different apps and everything is so strange like I’m somehow improving myself but I’m still subject to his humiliation and it’s driving me insane how productive but also degrading serving him has been.
You might also be wondering what happened to other alpha I was serving and to that degree Grayson has completely cut me off and they work in tandem now if I ever seek any other alpha besides Grayson I get punished. It’s really been demeaning and restricting to me, yet despite all of it sometimes I wake up on the floor of my apartment to serve Grayson and it feels right? Two things stood out to me that made me realize my predicament. The first was when I was serving Grayson and his friends at his house and one of them asked me “how are you so obedient” and without even thinking the words “because I’m here to please him” left my mouth without thinking like it was natural. While the second was I started dreaming, yes dreaming, about being chastity and just sucking his cock when previously I swore to myself chastity was something I wouldn’t do.
I thought my first interactions were conflicting but now I’m even more conflicted and don’t necessarily know how to approach such a convo with him and also really submit myself further. But one thing stands true which is his cock is genuinely unmatched. I’ve tried having up sex other people, fucking or giving head secretly but none of them really makes me act up the way he does. To reference your term you said about him being a “destroyer alpha” sometimes it feels like he is but others it feels like he’s also helping me become better just a very weird experience.
I’m starting to see some of the evil genius of Master Grayson’s methodology in training his faggots. Some of his harsher early steps in training Ben have focused into very specific, goal-oriented plans designed to improve Ben’s overall life.
You see, I think Master Grayson saw the excellent potential Ben had as a faggot, that he was naturally talented and service-oriented. However, Ben had tendencies that needed to be targeted and tweaked.
And as Ben says here, there are definite improvements because of it.
Sometimes a Master becomes something akin to a personal trainer, pushing his faggot so that it achieves maximum potential. My Master Aaron did that for me back in the day, encouraging me to work out like he did so I could reshape my body into one more enjoyable for him. Some Masters like to have that level of control.
Master Grayson’s methods are extreme, but it’s producing beautiful fruit!
Whereas I initially labeled Master Grayson a Destroyer Alpha, he might be more properly a Protector Alpha with a harsh training program. He understands that muscles must be destroyed before rebuilding into even stronger versions of themselves.
Ben is stronger than he was. And a better faggot, too! All because of Master Grayson’s tough love!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the life of domination of a God Alpha named Master Jase. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
If there is a God Alpha with the raw power of Master Jase, the only one who comes close is Master Chad. They both have giant dicks, they both cum in buckets-full, both power fuck like demons, they both have bred populations of people, and they both are master manipulators. No hole is safe from either of them.
Master Jase in particular seems to love the torment he inflicts on the various faggots he uses every day, and his appetite for faggot pussy and sadism seems to know no bounds. If I were somehow able to write fast enough and often enough every day, I’d probably fill this entire website with his conquests. Bandwidth issues – as well as my own limitations as an imperfect human faggot – prevent that from happening.
But every so often Master Jase shares something too delicious to keep to myself. The latest involves a faggot from his gym that he has been using for some time. Sadly, that faggot thinks it’s going to get married and live a normal life after having its soul cored out of its body by Master Jase’s enormous log.
And Master Jase knows this, so he devised a devilish torture plan for the faggot:
I regularly use and fuck the majority of the boxing coaches at the gym I train at, and one of them is getting married next month. Last week while he was sucking my cock after training, he said that he was having a bachelor party this coming Saturday. He asked as a request if I could fuck him all day and night after the bachelor party, and in his words, “make him forget about breathing”.
I decided to play a game. For the two weeks until his bachelor party, I would not touch, fuck, or breed him. That him sucking my cock was the last time he would taste or feel my cock until the bachelors. That I will be teasing him for two weeks whenever I see him.
It’s been so much fun seeing just how cock-starved the fag has become. Fags need their master’s cock, need to follow their instincts to serve and worship. I tease him by slapping his butt, groping or playfully hitting his body, but he’s not allowed to touch me. I don’t even let him see when other fags or sluts take my cock.
Today at training, I could see his brain about to explode from the need and the denial. He was all but whimpering and whining, I could see how his back just arched in response to me just being near him, and the starvation and craving in his eyes. But there’s still two more days.
My guess is that the fag won’t be able to hold himself for any longer than half an hour before needing to feel and worship my body, dominance, power, and cock that controls and rules him. It’s a big rush seeing the fag at training whimper in need and in heat needing my cock. Knowing I have that much presence and control that he can’t go without my dominance overpowering him.
Of course, it’s not going to stop me mounting and manhandling and breeding him repeatedly this weekend. Hard and rough and deep. Not stopping until he’s completely wasted and worn out. Pumo him so full of my cum I knock the fag up. That’s my right to brutally pound and fuck an owned cock sleeve while the fag remains helpless and submissive.
This experience should teach every faggot that God Alphas like Master Jace notice every single gesture the way an expert poker player sees every “tell”. They know they have you captured before you even know they see you.
That’s power!
