The passion and desperation in this faggot’s voice is palpable. This is how it can get once we’ve been cunted. Our pussies almost ache to have the Void inside us filled.

The Alpha pretends like the cocksucker isn’t there, like he’s not interested.

But it doesn’t take long before the pants are off and he’s fucking the faggot’s throat, hands clamped firmly on its head.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of 22-year-old athlete Alpha John and his use of faggots. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

It all started with a question from a 22-year-old Alpha named John.

Thx fag. I found your site a little bit ago, I very much like it. Helps me enjoy fucking faggots even more actually.. I’m a pretty dominant guy and it may not be a very alpha thing to ask you but I will anyway. Is it “ok” to kind of invite a fag over under different pretenses than he expects, and then just pretty much do what I want with him? I don’t want to hurt him but I do want to fuck the shit out of him.

Of course I told Alpha John that his idea was perfectly fine and that Men have been doing that since the dawn of time.

I see. Sucks to be him then. But he likes it I think. I really don’t want to hurt him but sometimes I think about him underneath me in bed and I wanna fucking annihilate him. Sometimes I even wanna hear him scream. But I think he’d ultimately appreciate the “cunting” – word I heard on your site, ha. I’ve come to love using some faggots so far and fucking their brains out.

I asked Alpha John about his history with faggots.

I’m from Texas . I had bred guys before but finding your site almost heightened the excitement. Like this thing in me saying “yes , go ahead, destroy it” that kind of thing. I’m not extremely experienced since I’m younger myself but I’m getting there ha. What I’ve easily observed is that faggots love when I know who I am. And they respond to it. Well. Everything in life loves it when I’m sure of myself. If that makes sense. A couple years ago, like I said I haven’t been using them forever but there’ve been a couple standouts- one time earlier I remember well was when I was actually nervous but I did meet up with him . I got there and he was in jeans a jockstrap , we get on the bed and he starts sucking me. After a while I was board Bc that didn’t get me off what I told him I wanted was to be able to thrust. So I pull out the big buttplug he had inside his cunt. His pussy was like velvet to my dick. Back then I was still asking faggots questions, so I whispered where do you want me to cum. And , of course, he answered you can cum wherever you want. So obviously I bred him deep. It was awesome, and I knew he was a faggot bc he really wanted to be sure I put the plug back in so I wouldn’t drip out of him. I slapped on the ass and we got dressed, I went on to church,(I’m not kidding), and he went to hang out with his friends with my load deep up in him. He later asked me to come back and do it again bc that time he wanted to see how I tasted, ha. See. Now these days I’d cum in them , and then have it leak out their asshole onto my dick and they can “taste” me from there , ha. But that’s maybe when I started figuring out the dynamic in my own way.

This is truly how Alphas begin. They follow their predatory instinct, and then it grows more powerful as they realize there isn’t anything a faggot won’t do to please them!

Alpha John is remarkably articulate and thoughtful about his Alphahood, and he seems quite eager to learn and experiment more with the possibilities of faggot use and ownership!

I was born a bit too late to experience the rise of the band Dead or Alive, but even as a young faggot I heard their music and sought them out. Lead singer Pete Burns has been a source of endless fascination for me. Born a beautiful faggot, Burns couldn’t ever seem to be happy with his looks and resorted to extreme plastic surgery that destroyed his face and ultimately his life.

As a band, Dead or Alive wasn’t terribly prolific or intellectually deep. The music was mostly cookie-cutter eighties dance pop with Burns’ weirdly operatic vocals over the top of it. But this song “Son Of A Gun” always stuck out to me, even as a kid, because it’s unlike anything in their discography. As I’ve gotten older, I realize that the song is really about Alphas and their refusal to go along with everybody else. Here are the lyrics:

There’s a boy in the world
Who doesn’t follow the crowd
Doesn’t do what he’s told to
That’s why he’s allowed to
Stay job as a diver
A job as a diver

If you are lucky
You might be the one
Get to ride with the outlaw
You think that are done by respectable people
Respectable people

But heaven knows
He isn’t what he should be
They’re just
I just think he could be

A son of a gun
Ever try to save a bullet in your ear before
A son of a gun
He’s got something that you’ve
Never ever ever tried before
Son of a gun
While at once he will take
And he’ll take what is best
Life’s far too short
To leave time for the rest
That’s the law of the jungle
The law of the jungle

Heaven knows
He isn’t what he should be
They’re just
I just think he could be

Getting throat fucked like this is NOT easy, believe me. I’ve never thrown up, but getting fucked like this has made me come very close a number of times.

That’s why I salute this nameless faggot for its exceptional skill. This is a masterclass in throat control.

Here’s a vivid example of Alpha Hierarchy.

Ordinarily @111_ir is a dominant Alpha Top, using faggots at will.

But then, in the presence of an Apex Alpha like Master @tommy_italiano, he submits and gets bred.

We all have a place! #HierarchyIsTruth!

Look at the worship and honor this faggot gives to its Alpha! Even after being bred, notice how the faggot still suckles on the Alpha’s cock, showing the kind of yearning and hunger Alphas love to see.

A faggot’s mouth and throat are meant to be used this way by a Man.

And Men are meant to be serviced this way.

It’s nature.

Hi Sam
I’m a young 23 year old guy – I thought I was a faggot for a while, I even have a cock cage and like to wear it at times, but recently I topped a guy and I enjoyed it a lot – he wants me to do it again this week. I’m also a bit of a gym boy and I’m trying to bulk up a bit and the guy I fucked is a lot skinner and petite and it felt really good to be in control of himi. I think I still prefer bottoming (especially for older and more muscular guys) and love being called faggot and good boy when I bottom but I’m just wondering can a faggot be somewhat versatile depending on the guy? 

I do think it’s possible for some faggots to have “Alpha faggot” tendencies. I don’t see it often, though. You may just really like using your dick once in a while. I don’t think that means you’re not a faggot. I just think you got hold of a smaller faggot and wanted to manhandle it a little bit. No biggie. 

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Hi Sam,
Ive been reading your site for quite sometime and absolutely love it!
I feel though there is a missing level in your hierarchy between a beta male and a faggot.
By their respective definitions I dont feel I fit in either categories. Im too submissive to be a beta, but apparently not submissive enough because i dont engage in domestic or financial servitude.
Im working on removing any remaining limits as i dont believe i should have any. I want to serve how an alpha wants and needs to be served sexually even if that means doing things i dont like or enjoy (strictly in sex). Not how i fantasize or how i feel i should be serving.
Where would you put me in your hierarchy? Or do you see merit that there is a sub category between the aforementioned levels?
Thanks
LockedSub4343

There are many different ways a sub male serves a Man as a faggot. To qualify as a faggot you are not required to do everything possible. For instance, a faggot can serve a Man just financially and still be considered a faggot. That’s why I don’t have layers in the faggot level of my Hierarchical pyramid. To separate faggots based on how many boxes they check off on their resume is a waste of time. They’re all faggots to Men.

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I admire you sense of fellow faggot brotherhood and how you take pains to give legitimate praise that way.  It’s a great boost in self esteem, both generous and smart.  Keep it up please, brother! Here is the question.  We are, aren’t we (fags, bottoms, cunts etc) by definition always the Lessers. compared to the Greaters?  We have that submissive mindset that goes with extreme bottoming.  Can the question of whether. or how much. we do or don’t align with women in this way still be avoided?  I somehow feel I haven’t  heard enough core stuff on that.  How do women feel about submission and is it different from the way we feel about it?   My women friends don’t seem to want to talk radically and intimately enough on that subject to me, so I guess I’m in the dark.  Can you shed light?   Let me try to put the question in a different way.    In your interviews with alphas there\’s always this big stress on the difference between real Men’s  relations with women and their relationships with us faggot males. Love and diminished sexuality for them, extreme sex and no love (usually) for us?  What gives here?   Women and faggots in my mind are both just cunts.  Can a male cunt really different that much from a female one?  We’re cunts.  For use by real men.  So why should real men or alphas make this difference between the way they do sex with us (extreme lust but not love) and them, women (love, but only moderate lust satisfaction) if us and women are really just the same if we\’re both just cunts.   What gives here?  Shed some light?   And with a slightly other twist, is this because of women’s liberation and feminism?  And if it is, well, how is it right for us to tell women they are wrong in wanting to be, or seem to be, equals with their men? Have any enlightening thoughts here on these two questions?

To answer your first question, females are not nearly as submissive as faggots even though they definitely should be submissive to Men. Almost all females like to imagine that they are equal complements to Men and deserving of equal amounts of power and status. They are wrong, and this stubborn attitude is often the cause of many of the issues between Men and women. 
 
Faggots give Men what they really want – worship.
 
So if that’s true, why do Men keep giving so much attention to females? The reason is simple – Men like the female form and its softness. They’re attracted to tits and pussy. Also, females afford Men the chance to express their romantic side. The vast majority of Men who use faggots are at least bisexual if not totally straight, so their interest in females is simply a matter of sexual preference. 
 
But, in the end, Men know where they can get what they really want. 

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This is not fantasy.

When an Alpha like Master @JafarXXXX mounts and enters you, he’s going to stay in and fuck you until he’s bred you.

It doesn’t matter how much you cry and beg for mercy.

This is how Nature made him. This is why Nature made YOU.

I’m a little surprised that I’ve been in this space for so long and I’m only now seeing this Apex Alpha named Ares! He’s impressive!

For anyone still on the fence about findom, Master Ares really does a nice job laying out the reasoning behind why faggots do and should tribute to him!

Stereotypes are easy. They are the shorthand of life, allowing us to make quick assessments of people and situations without expending any brainpower. However, stereotypes can be horribly detrimental, as we’ve continued to witness in many cultures around the world still ravaged by racism.

Stereotypes are most prevalent in Hierarchical situations within the Dom/sub and BDSM communities. Alphas are often expected to be muscular, well-hung, and exceptionally good looking, while faggots are typically identified by scrawny or out-of-shape physiques, pale skin, tiny dicks, and less-than-photographic looks.

But, as in society at large, these stereotypes are detrimental and wrong many more times than we imagine.

For example, take the following experience from a faggot reader who wrote about its service to an Alpha, and how their looks flip the script on stereotypical expectations.

The article about an Alpha sometimes not being able to recognize a Fag who wants to serve him sparked something in me, something I have always wondered about in regard to my situation.  I put this and our photos in a folder marked “POST ???” bc even after all this time I am still on the cusp between “embarrassment” and “pride” in being totally honest about the Fag that I am and who and how I serve. 
 I am extremely masculine, buff, and spent several years as an amateur MMA fighter.   All of this came from a genuine interest, not as a desire to compensate for the fact that I was a Fag which NO ONE ever suspected. 
  But IF you saw me and the Alpha I serve side by side you would prolly get it wrong.  I will no go into the deets on how we met or how it came about (unless anyone is interested) but MY ALPHA TURNED OUT TO BE A SMALL SKINNY COLLEGE BOY HALF MY SIZE WITH INNOCENT SCHOOLBOY LOOKS.  WHO is MORE of a man than I will ever be bc he is a REAL MAN and I am a FAG. 
  I have served him for years now, all the way thru and beyond Grad School.  I do everything he tells me to from cleaning his bathroom to doing his laundry to paying whatever bills he needs paid or providing cash to take out whatever girl he wants.  
He beats the shit out of me pretty regularly, he enjoys wailing on me with punches, all of which I can take.  He says he enjoys it it makes him laugh, and it also relieves stress he says.  He will put me against the wall and just punch my lights out sometimes.  (he even did this once in public but that’s another story)  He also humiliates me a lot he does degrading things. Like sit on my face and fart, which also makes him laugh.  Or spit in my mouth.  He says he has to do these things to keep my head in the right place, that the honor of serving him should never be taken for granted and a Fag has to be constantly reminded of that.  And as a Fag I believe he has a point.  HE is the man I am the FAG.  
  Occasionally he will allow me some physical worship, if he drops me with punches he sometimes allows me to lick his feet.  And he will sometimes pull his pants n shorts down when he face sits me and allow me to sniff his ass.  He will allow me to see him naked sometimes as he dresses.  (he WILL slap me around right after for looking, again to keep my head in the right place)  And on a few occasions he has even sent me a photo for my Birthday.  I am ADDICTED to serving this Alphaboy there is NOTHING he could do to me that I would NOT consider a gift.  But everything I see and read seems to tell me that I am in some way weird or odd when I see the Alphas other Fags serve. 
 I guess my question is, HOW unusual is it that the Alpha is the sweet looking small one and the Fag is the one who to all outward appearances looks like HE should be the Alpha??  Am I alone??  Are there others in the same situation??

Let me answer the reader directly – no, you are not alone. I’ve run across multiple situations like this one. In almost all cases that I managed to keep track of, the bond between Alphas and faggots with “body disparity” seem to be even stronger because their extreme differences make the dynamic even more exciting and unusual. That might be why you have been serving this Alpha for as long as you have!

I get this complaint occasionally, and I’m keenly aware of how this site exacerbates the problem. I am a faggot who runs a gay sex site. Part of what I do here is provide images and video that highlight Hierarchical dynamics and play, and like any faggot would, I often choose examples of muscular Alphas using skinny, defenseless faggots. My images of Alphas on the site mostly have huge dicks and manly, model-ready faces. I’m actually feeding into the stereotype that causes problems like the one this reader expresses above. I’m aware of this.

But let me state for the record that I do not believe Alphas and faggots fit a mold. As I’ve said many times, we are born with these roles already a part of our genetics, and the outward shell often has little to do with the Hierarchical person in our heart. That’s the way it’s always been, and that’s the truth I will continue to imperfectly pursue.

For the record, this faggot sent pics of both itself and its Alpha:

Hello Sammy,
I am 24 and have been seeing an alpha for about a year and he recently got mad at me for pulling my pussy off his cock while he was fucking me. I was caged and it was an accident reflex and i meant no disrespect towards him, but he was upset and felt a certain way about it. As a punishment he wants to fist me and make me gape, which I have never done before and scared. I’m very tight and I know it’s going to hurt. His thinking is that it will teach me to be humble. He said I have 3 days to respond and I’m not sure what to do. Should I allow him to fist me to make up for what I did? Thank you for caring about fags!

Fisting seems like a bit of an overreaction to me, but I’m not an Alpha. It wasn’t like you pulled off his dick in order to stop sex. You were just adjusting yourself (as far as I understand it) and he came out of you just momentarily and accidentally. And what a weird punishment anyway. I kinda think he had this in his mind and this is how he wants to make you do it.
 
But listen – you don’t have to do it. Ultimately a faggot has a right to determine what happens to its body. I mean, if he wanted to punish you by sticking a red-hot poker in your eyeball, do you have to agree to it simply because you’re a faggot?? OF COURSE NOT. And here’s the other side of it – Alphas have a responsibility to discipline reasonably. He shouldn’t use his position to scar his faggots physically or psychologically. 
 
I would throw yourself on his mercy and tell him you cannot do this because you’re scared and you don’t want to be hurt. If he dismisses you, then he is not the right Alpha for you. Don’t worry – a quality faggot like you will find another, better owner!   

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Master Jay (@MuscleGodJay) is a mesmerizing presence! He’s gorgeous, confident, and self-possessed. It’s great to really see him relaxed and having fun with me! I enjoy talking to him so much! Hope you like it!

He’s back! This is my second (and longer) interview with Alpha Jay (@MuscleGodJay)!

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We are so used to seeing GOD @justcmh fucking throats that it’s startling to see him mount a faggot and breed it.

But not as startling as the dominant attitude he displays here! He’s always been verbal, but here he’s barking orders to the faggot before finally filling its pussy! SO HOT!

This is @totalalphatop breeding one of his faggots.

This is Natural Law in action. Alphas are born to breed. To procreate. They breed females in order to make babies. They breed faggots to make slaves.

Sir Max is an Alpha writer who regularly contributes to sadosam.com and is a frequent commentator here. CLICK HERE for any of his related content in chronological order!

One of the great Alpha presences on this site over the years has been the calm, steady voice of Sir Max. Unlike many of the Alpha featured here, Sir Max is a writer and a deep thinker on Hierarchical issues. I consider him to be a mentor and guide as I plumb the depths of Hierarchical theory, especially as it relates to Alphahood (with which I have little experience aside from serving it).

Sir Max, inspired by a recent questions from readers (CLICK HERE), was moved to clarify a few things about how faggots might know whether or not an Alpha might be willing to take them. This is a critical issue that many faggots struggle to understand. The following is his piece unedited:

Faggots are often baffled by Alphas who do not treat them like the fags they are. You want to get on your knees and kiss his feet, and he treats you like he treats everyone else. If he would just take command of you like he deserves, the world would be better. 

So why won’t he? 

An Alpha won’t treat you like a fag for three reasons: 1) He doesn’t realize you are a fag, 2) He has determined you are not ready to accept being treated like a fag, 3) He has determined you are not ready to be treated like a fag. 

Alphas can tell when someone is a fag, but that skill is not always exercised. If the Alpha has used, or currently uses fags, he will be more likely to zero in on you. Not all Alphas are constantly looking for fags, so you may have to take steps so he will see your offer. If you do not present as an obvious fag, you may be good enough at hiding that the Alpha needs more signals to notice  Regardless of why your faggotry may not be how he thinks of you. So he will treat you like he does anyone else. 

Another reason is he may not think you are ready to accept being treated like a fag. He may think you are owned and your owner does not share. The man may think you haven’t realized your true place. He might want to guide you to submission.  There are many reasons why a man may not choose to use you. Perhaps he’s waiting for you to show signs of submission to him. . As a fag, it is your job to offer and put yourself in situations where the Alpha can take control.  Let the Alpha know you are willing so he does not waste the energy evaluating your potential. 

It may seem confusing, but it is the Alpha’s choice how he acts. It is your responsibility, as the fag, to offer your services. This can be a wide range of unrequested duties; from fetching his coffee to completing hard manual labor for him. During these times, the Alpha might thank you, repay you, or otherwise treat you like someone of his own level. That is the Alpha conforming to the general social norms, and you will especially see this in a work environment. Keep your goals and his wishes in mind.  

Continue to serve the Alpha, let him act as he chooses. Tell him “thank you” is not necessary. . Follow his lead, and make whatever efforts you can to improve his situation. Keep in mind, these efforts don’t always have to be something he sees either. Volunteer for a bad shift so he can go out, roll his trash down to the curb. 

If an Alpha treats you like everyone else, that is his choice. Accept and respect his wishes. However, let the Alpha know of your faggotry in whatever ways you can.

These are some critical points to keep in mind. I have definitely been guilty of ignoring some of these tips from time to time.

First and foremost, we must remember that Alphas are on a voyage of discovery of a similar-yet-different type as faggots. They are discovering Alphahood and the power it grants them as faggots are discovering that their place is on their knees. We can’t expect every Alpha we meet to be in the same place we are Hierarchically. Each one of us discovers it and embraces it in different ways and at different times.

The best thing we can do is what Sir Max suggests here – groom ourselves and prepare to be useful to Men. The rest of the process Nature will work out in due time.

Finding purpose must come before finding fulfillment.

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Hi Sam,
I read an foreign article about that there is research going on, trying to come up with birth controll prevention (BCP) for males. We all know that today there is only BCP for females today. If the scientist predict it right, it may be on the marked in 2031. They say it’s of a equality perspective they’re doing it, females using BCP over so many years, while males have had it much easier, only needing to use condom. 
What are your input on this? Would this be an element that would benefit the alpha/faggot scene? Who in your opinion should be on/use them? Even though biologically it’s an impossiblility, but playing on potent fertility is how I interpret it would enhance the experience between an alpha and a faggot. 

I haven’t heard of birth control pills for Men. I’m absolutely sure they will never use such a medication. Men take virility very seriously … it’s a point of pride to be potent. They’d much rather use a condom or the “pull out method” for birth control concerns.
 
I don’t personally see how such a thing would affect the dynamic between Alphas and faggots, honestly. Alphas use faggots for a variety of reasons that have nothing to do with pregnancy already. And that will continue unabated or unchanged forever.

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Alpha pheromones are some of the most powerful substances on Earth for one compelling reason: they control the minds and hearts of inferiors.

Just the act shown here (something not done enough by Alphas, frankly) uses scent training in a demeaning way. The faggot isn’t worthy of even seeing its young Master’s cock or smelling it directly. No, it’s essentially “fed” his scent instead. Humiliating!

But ultimately, scent training works. It lingers in the fag brain long after the Alpha has disappeared from its life.

This post is part of a thread chronicling the life and dominance of Master David, a 48-year-old married father who has come to own and use faggots (he prefers the term “boys”). CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!

In the last couple of months my end of Twitter has been a-buzz with the arrival of an Alpha who calls himself Master David (@davidtentwoone). His exquisitely-written tweets, featuring ruminations on the ownership and nature of submissive boys and slaves, have rightly captured the imaginations of subs hungry for proper direction.

I, for one, was incredibly relieved to have him suddenly appear on the scene like an oasis in the desert. I constantly fight for the rights and self-esteem of faggots and slaves, but, as a faggot myself, I struggle to make the kind of impression that an Alpha like Master David can. So I began relentlessly promoting his tweets across my social media from the moment he appeared in the hope that his wise take on Dominance and submission would correctly mold the minds of these boys.

Still, I wanted to know more about the magnetic Man behind the account. I offered to interview him on the podcast (what a dream conversation that would be!), but he politely declined. He did, however, allow me to ask some questions to flesh out his life story.

Master David is currently 48 years old. He’s a married Alpha with an unspecified number of children. While largely a straight Alpha (he eschews labels like “straight” or “gay”), his first sexual encounter was with his best friend when he was 16 years old. Despite the early sexual relationship, they have remained close over the many decades. His best friend is, like Master David, married with kids and works as a chiropractor.

Interestingly, despite his early exposure to both gay sex and the roles that come naturally with it, Master David didn’t really come to understand the Dom/sub dynamic until about ten years ago.

Over the last 10 years I’ve come to understand the inner desire of some boys to want to
serve and give of themselves to other men. I’ve come to learn that this role brings them
peace and solace. I’ve also learned that I enjoy receiving their gift. It makes me feel
strength and drives me to be worthy of their sacrifice. I find it a beautiful thing providing
the space for a boy to live himself fully.

The first boy Master David owned after that realization was a 19-year-old sub named Jake.

Jake was a 19yo Law Student. He really opened my eyes to the satisfaction service gave him and how he needed all I could give him to feel alive. It really was an awakening for both of us at the time.

It was through the ownership of Jake that Master David first truly experienced his Alphahood:

I expect it was a moment with Jake. Jake was a magnificent specimen of boyhood, intelligent, physically strong, the world at his feet, yet I vividly remember a moment where he was at my feet, covered in my nectar and my piss, his face red and covered in his throat slime a consequence of the exertion I had submitted him to, yet he looked up at me with such devotion, such genuine appreciation for all that I was to him. I look back at that moment and realized I gave him what he needed, and he allowed me to be all that I need to be. Both of us living our purpose and gaining strength from the experience.

I think it’s fascinating to hear how Men come to embrace their Alphahood, and Master David’s experience did not disappoint. In fact, his Alphahood has proven to be deeper and longer-lasting than that of most of his Alpha brothers, which I suppose I did expect from him.

From there, I asked a series of questions to plumb the depths of Master David’s insight. I leave them here unedited so you can enjoy them as much as I did.

Do you believe that Alphahood/faghood are inborn traits given to us at a genetic level,
or something we learn or choose?

I believe it is a mix of nature and nurture. I believe we are born with innate
characteristics which are shaped by experience. A boy may have overcome his nature of
submission and built a successful career where he leads for example, yet he will come
to me and call me Sir. His experience has taught him to parody what society expects,
yet his nature needs to be exercised through service.

Do you think we can escape what we are Hierarchically or change roles?

I expect there are elements of each of the roles within us. Experience and time may
allow an individual to take different roles at different times in his life, but generally I
believe you are either a natural leader or you’re not. Yes, the skills of leadership can be
taught, but you will need to work harder at them. And frankly, I don’t see the point of
being anything other than who you are. All roles are beautiful and should be celebrated
in their own right.

What is the longest period of ownership you’ve had over a faggot/boy?

I’ve built some of the deepest relationships in my life with boys I’ve owned. While
ownership will take different forms as circumstances change, the connections remain.
One boy I met with he was 18 and he is now 30. He served me for several years and I
was master of ceremony at his wedding and am Godfather to his son. His wife knows I
am important in his life, but not the nature of our relationship.

Do you believe the word “faggot” is useful or detrimental?

It’s not a word I use. I don’t generally use ripe language, so it doesn’t sit well with me.
However, I do see the power of appropriating a word that others would use as insult, as
a means of gaining strength. One of my boys would dearly love me to insult him and call
him names like this, it’s just not what I do so we find other Sir’s to meet this need.

What are your thoughts on chastity?

I think it is to be encouraged. It is a powerful symbol of submission and a constant
reminder of ownership. While it is challenging, the challenge brings a boy and his Sir
closer. There is no running away when things get tough, and there is a deep bond that
develops that cannot be replicated as quickly or as powerfully thought other means.

If you must discipline, what do you consider to be the most effective method?

I tend to attract a more intelligent boy into service. As such, I find that I merely need to
point out their misdemeanour and they will be harder on themselves than I ever would.
The power of disappointment is often overlooked. However, I do find traditional means
of discipline very useful in other circumstances. Corner time, spanking, whipping etc.
are very useful to help a boy get out of his head. I find many boys over think things and
can get into a spiral of self-doubt and self-destructive thoughts. Traditional discipline,
together with genuine aftercare is a trusted way of breaking this cycle.

You speak a lot about purpose. What do you think is the purpose of both Alphas and
faggots?

I believe purpose is about living what is deep in your nature. For a boy, the need to
submit is often recognised, but the pressure of others expectations keep it hidden. I find
it a waste that a boy may live his life never really experiencing all that he was born to be.
Submission is a beautiful gift and needs to be celebrated and cherished, not hidden
away and unexplored. Similarly, for Sir’s and Masters, society’s expectations often limit
what we dare to expect as our own. Leadership is equally beautiful and needs to be cherished by the boys who need it. I believe we need to all stop living to other’s expectations and live our truth and be truly authentic with ourselves. To live an authentic life, is to live a happy life.

You said you currently owned a boy and had five in training. How does this boy
serve? What are your plans for the others?

My best boy serves in person and online when we are apart. We see each other when
we can and speak every day. As my feed shows his morning and evening presentations
are often the highlight of my day. He is locked for me and will remain locked
permanently. It is right for him, and right for us. I started my training programme as I believe it a tragedy for so many boys to live a life without experiencing the joys of service. There are 30 lessons in the course each exploring a different element of service. In truth most boys drop out in lesson two, but
those who continue go on to excel and learn what it is they need to do to find a worthy
Sir. When they complete the course, they are exhibited in the hope of finding them a
permanent owner. While I’m open to owning more boys, I require in person service, so logistics are a
limitation.

What are your thoughts on findom?

Findom is a very valid expression of submission and I know many boys enjoy it. My
concern are the unscrupulous people out there who call themselves “Masters” who are
no more than charlatans. Expressing gratitude with gifts is as old as history. I simply
suggest that boys ensure those who they tribute are worthy of their attention and
generosity. In my own situation, I often take control of a boys assets and finances. I do this because
I am very comfortable with money management and I find decisions easy to make. For
me it’s part of the responsibility of ownership. If a boy chooses to use some of his
allowance to buy me gifts all I see is a boy devoted to his Sir, and that makes me happy.

Do you believe in breeding?

I think there is nothing more natural that a boy wanting to receive his Sir’s seed. It’s a
deep and powerful way of building connection. It is honest and true and as it should be.

What is the most perfect experience you’ve yet had with a faggot/boy?

Without doubt the most perfect experience has been the deep and long-lasting
connection I’ve developed with my boys. I know I will be part of their life for a long time
and that connection brings me great joy. Service and ownership are so much more than
the sex or the play. In fact, I don’t do role play. I simply explore the roles we enjoy in all
its forms and stretch and challenge the boundaries of what is possible. Sometimes that
involves sex and play, sometimes so much more.

What are your thoughts on fringe activities like piss play, rimming, etc.?

I believe we should cease judging what other people enjoy, and focus on exploring our
own boundaries. Over the years my repertoire of activities has broadened and changed
and at this stage I doubt I’d say no to much within the right context. I encourage
everyone to explore all play and to keep an open mind.

Is foot worship important to you and why or why not?

I very much enjoy foot worship most particularly because I enjoy massage of any type.
A boy on his knees massaging and worshipping my feet as we chat about whatever
concerns or amuses us is one of my happiest thoughts. While I recognise this scene
doesn’t fit the traditional view of foot worship, for me is says everything about what it
means to be a Sir and a boy.

Some of the subs who’ve served you or were owned by you went on to get
married and have kids. Do you consider that to be a mistake of self-denial? To what do
you attribute that clear misdirection of their lives?

I believe the two boys who went on to live a more traditional lives came from
backgrounds which placed huge expectations on them. I expect in time their true nature
will bubble to the surface and the energy required to suppress it will overwhelm them.
However, I don’t believe sexuality has much to do with service. The need for a boy to
serve transcends who he is attracted to. Serving a Sir who is worthy and gaining
satisfaction from the act of worship is only loosely related to any concept of sexuality in
my experience.

Do you have your training program written down? Is it published somewhere?

No, my programme is evolving all the time as different boys provide feedback. There
seems to be two types of boys, those that drop out early and clearly don’t have the
stamina required for service, and those who move through lesson and complete the full
journey. At the end of the course a boy will have had a taste of much of what might be
expected of him in service and will have developed his hard and soft limits.

Which do you prefer? Fucking a boy’s pussy or fucking his throat?

I find them both enjoyable, but I would say my favourite is whichever the boy struggles
most with. Service is about growth and if you are not challenged, you are not growing.

What an undeserved privilege it was to finally get a glimpse at the Man behind the intriguing Twitter account! He did not disappoint!

I am hoping that he will continue to be so honest and transparent as he expands his empire of servants and worshipers! I know I will be among the throng kneeling at his feet! Thank you, Master David!

This post is part of a thread following the development of David, a well-endowed faggot moved to chastity and embraced by an amazing Alpha named Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Alphas always surprise me. Just when you think you have them pegged, they suddenly make a suggestion so shocking and/or wise that you are left speechless and in awe.

I have often said that I have been blessed to have been owned by some truly remarkable Alphas, but I find myself jealous of some of my fag brothers who have been fortunate to serve some of the greatest Alphas I’ve ever known. However, part of the joy of this site is that I can spotlight these astonishing Alphas and sing their praises.

The latest Alpha in this long line of legends is Alpha Alex, the incredible new Owner of my dear fag brother David. I was concerned for David after his violent confrontation with a previous Master. However, I definitely underestimated his new Master. Just listen to this unforgettable experience the pair shared the other day:

Hello Sam. So I’ve been locked in chastity for a couple of weeks now and yes … I’m horny as hell at this point but today I decided that when I meet Alpha Alex I was giving him the keys to my cage. So before I set off I put on a pair of the pants he got me to show the cage and as its a beautiful sunny day I put on shorts and a vest top on ( he likes me in a small amount of clothing ) we met at the usual place and set off for our walk ( we both love hiking ) He looked AMAZING in his shorts and tank top and even more so when he took his top off and slipped it through the hoop on the top of his shorts. At this point I thought my cage was going to break.

We hiked for so long just chatting away and at times Alpha Alex let me feel his beautiful dick through his shorts ( I wanted to pull it out so bad ) we had now been hiking for over an hour and literally in the middle of nowhere. We found a fallen tree and Alpha Alex sat on it and told me to strip so naturally I did. I then kneeled in front of him when he pulled my face into his crotch … I wanted to stay there but at this point he saw the keys I had and asked why I had them. So I said … I want you to take the keys to my cage. He smiled and took them.

Then something very unexpected happened … he told me to stand and he took the cage off … he said just the statement that I wanted him to take control like that was all he wanted from me, and the cage … even though he liked it … he liked seeing my dick without it even more, especially in the sheer pants.

He then said that he feels like I’m really his and he then took off his shorts and said … you haven’t touched yourself for weeks now so kneel and look into my eyes and make yourself cum for me … I couldn’t believe I was doing this because I’ve never wanked myself in front of anyone before but there I was … sun beaming down on my naked body looking into Alpha Alex’s eyes and I came big. Then as soon as I did I was ordered to crawl to Alpha Alex and suck him off. He fed me what I think was his biggest load yet. We sat for a while and then he told me to sit on the fallen tree where he had just fed me his load and he took a photo of me ( See below ) later in the day he sent it to me saying ( My fag … my boy ) after the photo we got dressed and before heading back Alpha Alex put my chastity cage on a tree branch and we left it there but he said … I’m keeping the keys only because it’s all I need. I took a photo of the cage ( see below ) So I guess the cage is there on the branch of the fallen tree where Alpha Alex fed me his load and later took my photo. I don’t know where this relationship is going but I’m so excited to find out. I’m already craving my next meeting with Alpha Alex and just looking forward to the future. 

Here is the chastity cage, now guarding the limb of a tree:

I really want to emphasize this to all Alphas who keep their faggots in chastity: FORCED OBEDIENCE isn’t as powerful as VOLUNTARY OBEDIENCE. When a faggot voluntarily surrenders its rights to use its clit like Men in order to honor its Master, there is no chastity cage on Earth that compares to that level of control.

Alpha Alex has placed a chastity cage on David’s HEART AND SOUL. There is no power greater than that, and no physical chastity cage that can compare to that level of loyalty and trust!

Alpha Alex’s actions remind me of the wisdom of the famous story of King Solomon from the Bible. In that story, King Solomon was able to determine the true owner of a baby by threatening to take a sword and cut it in half. In this case, Alpha Alex was able to determine the heart of his faggot by putting it into chastity and allowing the faggot to voluntarily offer control to him.

I was deeply moved by the innocence and wisdom of this experience. Alpha Alex sounds extraordinary, and I know from my conversations with David that he has truly humbled himself to the point that he was ready for an Alpha of this caliber. You can hear it in the child-like way David describes this cherished moment. Alpha Alex owns this faggot body and mind, heart and soul.

And in this, their story becomes another amazing account of what is possible between an Alpha and a faggot when Hierarchy is honored and obeyed!

The other day I received a question about why Nature created faggots in the first place. The age-old question “Why Am I Here?” has plagued humans since they first began forming sentences, but for faggots the question goes directly to their obvious function within the Hierarchy.

Then frequent commenter “Straight Mike” unleashed this nugget of wisdom:

As a straight alpha I want to offer my perspective on this. Why does it matter to you what role your entire demographic plays in the grand scheme of things? It’s like asking why gazelle’s exist when they serve no “purpose” except as food for the lion. Ultimately you’ve come to accept your role in society, and it’s a pretty important one. Kings need fucking subjects. Gods need worshippers. Pastors need a flock. How is an alpha even able to experience being an alpha without willing and eager betas there to prop them up? I’m curious how many brilliant ideas or decisions were brought on by the relaxation provided by a sissy to someone far more important in terms of value to society as a whole. The saying used to be behind every great man is a woman. Why can’t the modern equivalent be under every highly successful alpha is at least one sissy, and the truly great ones usually have more. You have value. You have purpose. You have worth in the grand scheme of things. You need a good throat fucking to remind you that you really shouldn’t be wasting your time contemplating such deep thoughts.

What a breath of fresh air! It’s just like a straight Alpha to zero in on a matter and directly hit the target!

What do you think of his assessment?

@findomgodx is, first and foremost, a financial Dom. He likes using faggots for their money.

But in this video, he’s using his faggot’s throat.

Taking cash from a faggot is simple. But truly dominating and owning a faggot requires more.

This is a room in the house of @BoundMuscleUK and his partner.

There are thousands of dollars worth of equipment in this one tiny room!

The fetish can get crazy … and crazy expensive!

💔💔💔

This is the reality for many gay males of his generation.

DO NOT HOLD BACK OR HIDE!

PURSUE YOUR TRUTH RELENTLESSLY!

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The above sound is @MySovereignFund pissing into a toilet. Listen to the thick, heavy stream of piss!

I know it’s irrational, but that sound screams virility and potency in the animal part of my faggot brain!

The podcast has turned out to be one of the smartest moves I’ve made with this site. I didn’t think anybody would listen. When it began, I didn’t think anybody was hearing the message.

But they have been getting it. And the audience is growing.

One segment of the population I wanted in my audience was the elusive straight Alpha. We know how they are – headstrong, busy, easily distracted, and impatient. Podcasts are the last things on their minds.

But even early in the podcast’s history straight Alphas made themselves known. They seemed to be mostly entertained by my little faggot silliness, but the information connected with some, too. And boy, do I love that!

The latest example of this is a straight Alpha from Chicago named Brian. A week ago I received this message from him:

Im 32, white, very dominant and masculine. Have been alpha since i was around 22. But always was a straight alpha. Im married now but even my wife of 6 years still is extremely submissive and knows her proper place. Recently from listening to your podcast i have gotten very interested in faggots. I have dabbled before but nothing serious.

I asked about his history of dabbling.

I have mainly just gotten blowjobs from it. Only a handful of them. I have been very agressive/dominant with them. Have also made it rim my ass( which is amazing) had my feet worshipped. Havent fucked a hole yet but i want to. But im really only into smooth holes. Always very verbal, reminding it of its purpose and what i think of it.

This is very promising. I’ve talked to him a bit now, and he is really ready to experience this part of his dominance.

All of this because he listened to Hierarchy Podcast episode #83 on breeding!

Alpha Brian is in Chicago, Illinois in the United States. He has given me permission to publish his KIK username. He wants to hear from more faggots and explore this.

His username is @harley31489.

Approach and kneel, faggots! Let’s show him why straight Men eventually come to own and use us!

I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen an image that captures the absolute dominance of Men as well as this one does!

HierarchyIsTruth

A Man is powerful, proud, and dominant. He is built to be worshiped and served.

If you’re not a Man, then you were born to kneel before him and surrender to his will.

HierarchyIsTruth

When I was younger I used to fuck around a lot which often included being submissive. I was never truly an Alpha’s fag, but that idea always turned me on. But for the last four years I’ve been in a relationship that’s been monogamous so far but he’s not against opening it up. He’s great and knows that I like being called a faggot and being submissive, but he’s not really an Alpha, so recently I’ve been feeling a much stronger urge to lean into my faggotry and serve Alphas, but I don’t know if I can do both that and stay with my boyfriend. Half of me wants to be a total faggot, but the other half of me is too scared to lose my boyfriend and my current life in general. Do you have any advice for my situation?

I’ve always been of the opinion that service to an Alpha is too consuming and will eventually destroy the relationship if you attempt to do both. I’ve never seen or experienced a successful execution of service to both an Alpha and a stable relationship. Maybe you’ll be the first, but I’m not optimistic about your chances.

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Hi, I have what might be kinda a strange question. What do you think is the reason we fags exist? I know our purpose in life is to serve men, and while that might make their life nicer and easier sometimes, the way I see it we are not really needed. The world would go on even if we didn’t exist. I used to think we were created by God to serve his most perfect creation, but that was before I lost my faith. And while I believe in evolution I feel like fags serve no evolutionary purpose. I know I shouldn’t bother wondering about these things, but my life as a fag has been very difficult at times and I often wonder why I had to be born a fag, and why I couldn’t just be born a regular straight guy. Sorry for my rambling.

That’s a deep question, brother, and it makes for an interesting thought experiment. There really isn’t a way to be sure of why faggots exist, but here’s how I tend to look at it: Nature is all about balance. It’s constantly seeking equilibrium. So when we think about the supremacy of Alphas, nature would of course design a perfect counter-balance to that in the form of their direct opposite: faggots. The overpowered dominance of Alphas is diluted and soothed by the depths of faggot submission. Does that make sense?

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Hi Sam! It’s me, Sam again.
Lately, I’ve been trying to serve men the best way I can, but I think I’m having trouble with that. Every time I approach someone to serve, in any way, I do the job, he gets happy and I get too, but when the time passes I get really ashamed of myself, of all I’ve been doing. So I hide, I try to forget about it, I try to pretend I’m a real man but the need of serving calls me back. How do I stop feeling ashamed and embrace my place in the hierarchy? I just want to be a full time faggot who serves men not just for a night, but for a lifetime. 
Thanks for your time! 

Hi brother. Yours is a problem with mindset. Use meditation to boost your appreciation of your service opportunities after you’ve finished with a session. Think to yourself how awesome it was that you got to serve a great Man. Really mull it over and let it sink into your heart. It is a tremendous privilege to be able to serve at all!

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This post is part of a thread chronicling the service of Ali, a 30-year-old faggot who has recently been caged and collared by an Apex Alpha named Master Logan. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

After publishing the gorgeously effusive letter my fag brother Ali wrote about his new Master, Logan, I felt compelled to reach out to this Apex Alpha King. You know how we faggots get around such powerful Men!

Master Logan immediately tried to correct me about my reference to him as an “Apex Alpha”. After I explained my definition, he then was able to accept such a title.

This is what he wrote over a few emails.

I recently turned 35 and work for a local research University. Very careful to advise my students on everything BUT their alpha or faggot status, (not interested in the fallout that would cause). It’s usually pretty clear though, and I often find myself hoping that they will run into your website by other means, for their own edification and fulfillment. I suppose I’m a bit more seasoned than some of the Alphas you generally work with, but I think that has provided me with a bit of perspective I certainly didn’t have 15 years ago, especially related to the need to constantly prove my dominance. I learned pretty quickly that being angry and aggressive doesn’t necessarily mean being dominant, and often the two are inversely correlated.

I don’t really know of a specific moment when I realized that I was an Alpha and the power that came with it. My understanding of it developed gradually over the years (and I didn’t have a resource like yours to frame what I was learning about myself). I do remember the first time I acted on it. I was playing video games with a friend at his house (late college era), when I looked over at him, held his gaze for a second, then grabbed the back of his head and shoved it into my crotch. His eyes lit up, he eagerly unbuttoned my pants and I fucked a load down his throat. Up to that point, I didn’t even know he was gay (still don’t know honestly). It just made sense in the moment and I knew it would work, I don’t know how to explain it more than that. This one event COMPLETELY changed the dynamic of our friendship and we were no longer really able to be friends in quite the same way. In this particular case that was fine, but it did make me realize the power I had discovered in that action, and that if I am not careful, it can define my relationships in either a positive or negative way. I try to always actively choose the former. It’s an innate ability that I learned to use when necessary, but not to over-use, especially since by and large the world is still not comfortable with the dynamic it creates. I guess a corollary of this idea is that I truly don’t believe that an Alpha can ethically accept submission and service uncritically from every faggot that presents itself.

PERFECT! I especially loved his recollection of the first time he took and used a faggot. This is something true Alphas (particularly – ahem – Apex Alphas) do quite often. The see through the facade to the faggot hiding behind it, and they take action to break the faggot down so it can accept service.

Then Master Logan elaborated further:

I currently own 2 collared subs, and work occasionally with several others for fun and training purposes. I also work with one finsub who lives in another state. None of them are live-in faggots, however. I’m married, and while my husband is learning to lean into his dominant tendencies, it is still all a bit uncomfortable for him. He is absolutely an Alpha, but struggles a bit (as I used to) with the perception that this makes him a mean and abusive person. There is a kind of internal conflict between what he knows he deserves and can get out of this world, and his (accurate) perception of himself as a good and caring person. He’ll get there though.

Chastity is an interesting concept for me. Currently, one of my subs is in chastity (but only for a couple of days), and I lock up the other from time to time too as a reminder. Regardless of the cage, neither are allowed to cum without explicit permission from me, and they are very aware and extremely obedient about these rules (the same with the out-of-state faggot). The mistakes that have occurred were met with punishment, and some very tearful, genuine apologies. More importantly, the mistakes weren’t repeated. A chastity cage is a lot of fun, and on an aethetic level, I do enjoy keeping my faggots locked. I more firmly believe in mental chastity, however. If the only thing preventing my faggot from disobeying is a plastic cage and an easily broken lock, then clearly I don’t have any real control. This is my underlying principle with any piece of gear or toy. To the extent that it is fun to use, great, but it should never be strictly necessary. If I ever thought it were, I would let a faggot go because clearly service to me is not its primary concerned and it should get its head right before attempting it. Thankfully, I’m blessed with two phenomenal faggots who know their place and maintain it faithfully.

This part was quite interesting to me (and I’m still seeking further clarification on it). I didn’t know Master Logan was not only a gay Alpha, but a MARRIED gay Alpha. And, to top it off, they’re both Alpha!

I’ve definitely heard of gay Alphas coupling up together, and faggots typically are used for sexual satisfaction. I just didn’t know Master Logan had that life situation.

But then Master Logan stunned me. In my previous email I told him that I am always “hyper-aware of the Alpha ability to see through me to the faggot I am within.” Well, he expounded upon that thought in the most beautiful way:

I’m interested to hear you say that you feel “hyper-conscious around Alphas that are looking through (you) and at the faggot within”. I certainly hope when you say hyper-conscious, you aren’t meaning self-conscious or ashamed. I can’t speak for all Alphas, but one of my great joys in life is seeing a sub faggot “in the wild” and having that moment of connection across the room when the faggot knows I could have it if I wanted it. I think a faggot should feel truly proud in that moment to be seen and to know that they can be valued by true men who should desire their services, even if the Alpha chooses not to act on it in that moment.

WOW!

Anyone who has listened to my podcast knows I am far from ashamed of being a faggot, I almost wish I was like that so a powerful Apex Alpha like Master Logan could take me into his proverbial arms and lift me up!

From talking with this legendary Alpha I can easily see why my fag brother Ali waxed so poetically and effusively about him! To be owned by a Man like that is to be cradled in the arms of God. It is the safest place any faggot could hope to be!

Thank you Master Logan!

People seem to have a visceral reaction to the posts of @CashMasterDeity. Maybe it’s his overwhelming confidence, his bravado, his harshness.

But here’s my perspective: the findom scene is filled with liars, game players, and charlatans. Master Troy is none of those things. He tells the truth and has the facts to back up what he says.

This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Earlier today I posted this truly remarkable video of a faggot being collared by its Master before being scent trained and it blew up all over my social media. I heard from faggots who have been collared, Masters who have collared their faggots, and lots of faggots who desperately want to wear the collar of an Alpha. It was almost an emotional reaction from many, a need. It took me a bit by surprise, honestly.

I don’t know why it did, though, because I also felt a twinge of yearning while watching the video. The collaring of a faggot seems to have an even deeper emotional response than the caging of a faggot. I think maybe it’s because of the connection to dogs, an animal usually beloved by Men. That, combined with the ownership aspect, creates a deeply personal symbolic meaning to the collar around their neck.

One person who was especially triggered by the post was my dear brother Jamie, the fag-wife of Apex Alpha God-Man Master Dino. The post resurrected the experience of his own collaring years ago at the hands of his great, all-powerful Alpha Master.

i was reading posts this morning and i saw the collar post and it brought back so many good memories I went to Daddy who was sitting at His desk in His boxers wearing (for some reason i never asked about) only one sock. i knelt and kissed His bare foot and tears of love and gratitude burst forth. I dried it up quickly and apologized. He smiled, knowing how my emotions have been close to the surface lately. Then He asked what the problem was.  i told Him that i was working on controlling my emotions (as He told me to do earlier) but i had a memory of Him putting the collar on me and it just made me so happy. He flashed His scorching smile and teasingly rolled His eyes in that “Oh, you faggots” way and then using my hair He pulled my face into His crotch and just allowed me to BREATHE Him in while He continued working.

After some time passed (no idea how much time, i was VERY happily occupied lost in His scent) He woke me from my beautiful daydreams told me what He wanted for dinner then said, ” I remember you really wanted to be collared and I acted as if I could give a fuck. All the while Alpha pride swelled it My chest and in My dick. I’d made you wait, teasing you by never mentioning it but by dropping other words in our talks that were designed to make you THINK about getting collared and make you squirm with need for Me. Ha! I am truly a bastard, ain’t I bitch?” And His laughter filled the room. He pulled His dick out and I zoomed back to Nirvana, my head lying between His legs and his sweaty sack covering my eyes and His soft dick going down my nose  where the head just lay on my partially open lips. HEAVEN ON EARTH! LOL

Daddy started again with His recollections of that night. “I tried hard not to allow My hole see that God was almost as excited as it was.” He said, still smiling at the picture of 2 barely legal boys, one earnestly striving to be a TRUE Alpha and not ‘announce’ His emotions and to stay calm and methodical and the other in a constant state of nervous awe of this ManGod who was REALLY claiming it for His own property. He said, “I think that night was a cornerstone in the fondation of the world I’ve built for us. That was the 1st real physical connection, proof that your faggot ass belonged to Me, that you had purpose and an owner who thought you were worth His attention and affection.”

He was right, as always. He had told me to hurry and finish clearing the dinner things and slapped my tender ass. (He had taken me only a few months before so my body was still adapting to His loving orders, His wonderfully rough way of being tender and His blindingly HARD ruts so i was in fag heaven). I followed Him to His bedroom and knelt again before Him. He told me to look at Him. I did slowly as I couldn’t be sure of His reaction. As was stated i’d only been His for a few months. i was sure of nothing except this was absolutely the most mercurial and magnificent Male ever and when i looked at Him He might pat my head or slap my face for daring to look. (It was still a time for Him to test my abilities and worthiness so shit could be quite interesting until He deemed my efforts noteworthy. Hehe) He smiled and took my chin and told me He was about to make ‘an honest faggot’ of me and laughed and told me to close my eyes. He then told to open them and I discovered a box on His lap. i asked permission with my eyes and He told me to open it. Inside was the strip of black leather with a few silver studs but to this faggot it was SO much more. As i reached for it my shaking hands betrayed my cool exterior-in the beginning Daddy did not allow me to express loving emotions. Being a straight Alpha it was some time before He became comfortable with my showing my love and devotion–except when He was fucking, raping, or anything else He might do that ended with His cum pumping into His faggot. He brushed my hair away from my face and took the collar. He told me to ‘hold that goddamn mop’ out of His way and

He collared me as I looked directly into His eyes, something i’ve done ONLY when He entered me for the first time, when we did something i’ll never tell for the first time together, and upon His command. When He closed that collar and fastened it i experienced almost all the emotion and pleasure as when He cunted me for the first time. i had SUCH a sensation of deep contentment, gratitude, i felt safe. i now BELONGED to Him–my Master, my God. Such a feeling of serenity swept over me, bringing tears. My adoration of Him mushroomed into an overwhelming feeling of worship, lust, and hunger for anything that came from His magnificent mind and body. The reason i was put here by creator God was to serve, to sate, and to service this perfect specimen of Manhood and Masculine power. i’ll never forget that moment, the moment i KNEW He was my purpose, my life’s work was for His glorification, His satisfaction. His pleasure was my reward in life. This God among Men was my destiny.

And then, using the collar to emphasize its meaning, He used my holes until dawn. Then, without releasing His last load, He bent His leg as a kind of pillow for me and pulled me down. He looked at me and seemed to just enjoy seeing me there. I think it was a ‘i think i love this hole’ moment for Daddy. He then put His hard dick in my mouth, about the first couple of inches, looked at me with such, well, love and stroked my cheek. Then with a tenderness that almost made me faint He said, ” Eat my load fucking faggot” and filed my mouth with His precious cum. It was too much for this cumhole and i was out.  When i woke hours later it was by my smiling God who allowed me to sleep 4 hours with His rod in my mouth. He told me to get in the shower and kneel where He baptised me and the collar with His piss.

Since then, I’ve asked if anything bought for me like the collar or my new unequals bracelet be sanctified by his piss. i believe He enjoys that but He’ll make me wait a bit, just to show who has control. And I freaking love that, and Him.  So that’s it. I guess I just wanted to share a very special memory.

I’ve said this before on the blog, but it really bears repeating after that gorgeous and worshipful message from Jamie: Alphas might pretend like they don’t care, but they have much deeper and more powerful emotions than we ever know until they act on them. They spend most of their lives hidden behind impenetrable walls of masculine bravado. To Men, a faggot is a thing you use or beat up, not love.

Jamie found himself in the clutches of one of the most violent and powerful Alpha Masters the world has ever known, and Jamie could be excused for thinking that Master Dino could never love or cherish him. And then, out of nowhere, Master Dino tenderly locks a collar around Jamie’s neck and makes a life commitment to the faggot. It’s no wonder the shock of the moment overwhelmed poor Jamie!

But this touching memory Jamie shared with me speaks to the tenderness, the commitment, and the sense of peace that collaring a faggot can have. It’s meaningful not only to the faggot, but, as Master Dino mentioned in the story, it’s also meaningful for the Alpha.

This might be one of my most favorite memories I’ve ever posted here. I thank Master Dino and Jamie for sharing it with me!

This Alpha is not giving his cocksucker any choice. He grabs its head and ruts it furiously!

What would you do in that situation? What could you do?

There is a younger alpha in my workplace.  I’ve always been crazy for him.  He needed a huge, career building favor and was getting the runaround. I’ve been in this organization a long time.  I know how to make shit happen.  It worked.  He wrote me this effusive email back in which he called me ”sir” twice.  It’s a sign of respect and gratitude, but I have to confess that it hurt me for him call me that. I did this for him because he deserves it not because I’m some domineering figure who can make important people do things, although I am good at that.  I hope as he climbs in this organization he will take his natural spot.

Brother, I know how you feel! That’s especially been happening more with me as I’ve gotten older. Let’s face it – we aren’t little boy faggots anymore. People are taught to show respect and decorum around older males, which in any other context is a good thing. 
 
I have actually used these kinds of things to introduce Hierarchy. I will usually inform them that I should be the one calling them Sir since they are Alpha and I am not. In true Alphas this twist intrigues them because it rings true. I’m not saying that it leads to service in every case, but when done with the right Alpha it certainly can!

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I liked this simple, beginner-level definition of the difference between a gay male and a faggot.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more solemn moment between an Alpha Master and his faggot captured on video like this before!

Collaring is a deeply intimate act that puts a faggot into subspace. Then, unrushed, the faggot tenderly worships.

It’s beautiful, honestly, and so is this faggot in general. His Twitter is @throatbuddy. He’s a cute German faggot with no gag reflex and a deep respect for Manhood.

What a huge stream of piss from this black Alpha!

I love how the faggot was so grateful that it began licking its Master’s feet!

Realizing need to serve and be used by men, but in my 40s. Is it too late to start approaching alphas, or any tips you might have specific to older faggots?

Not at all, brother. Alphas can make use of faggots at any age. I know of faggots in their late fifties and sixties who are serving! Just get yourself ready and submit!

“You’re going to be a bitch boy for the rest of your life, you know that?”

This Alpha calls it correctly. He knows the f****t licking his armpits has no other function beyond pleasing him.

And every lick pushes it down deeper. #HierarchyIsTruth!

Just a hole for the Alpha Pack.

Alpha enjoying a gorgeous day. The sun exists to shine upon his superiority, and his faggot worshiping at his feet.

HierarchyIsTruth

What is the discord server!  Or fix your damn links,  they open discord but not to your server faggot.  Such a waste of my fucking time even sending this email.

Sir, try this: https://discord.gg/7ffvQbvdXu

My interview with Alpha Master Ellis (@fpunishers)!

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hi sam. does the blunt approach work? like saying to a man hey i would love to suck your cock, does that ever work? a fag brother of mine told me he’s had quite a bit of success with it he said the trick is to do it in private where the man wouldn’t feel threatened or embarrassed. your thoughts? 

Brother, yes your fag friend is totally right! The blunt approach does work! As I’ve said many times on this site, I’ve had somewhere in the neighborhood of a 60% success rate using the blunt approach. This is one of the most feared and most ignored methods of Alpha prospecting. Faggots foolishly talk themselves out of it.
 
I would add this to your friend’s advice: not only get them alone or in a private place, but you also want to approach them in a submissive yet nonchalant manner. They need to feel COMFORTABLE. A drooling, panting, nervous faggot will make the Alpha uncomfortable and he will reject the offer. Sound like a buddy offering thoughtful help. 

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The Discord server arm of FWA (CLICK HERE) continues to slowly grow into a fertile place to meet Alphas and faggots and share experiences and thoughts on Hierarchy. This new version of the server is delightfully free of the posers and pansies that tried to overrun it the first time.

One of my favorite channels on the new server is the one dedicated to true stories. Here people can share their experiences and receive feedback or advice.

One user named Kawada shared a doozy of a story of his use by his first Alpha, a hunky neighbor who took him during his freshman year in high school.

When I was just starting high school, there was a man who used to always be doing yard work with his shirt off whenever I was omw home from school. He was sexy af, muscular and sweaty. I would stare at him and sometimes stop walking so I could watch him.

He noticed me noticing him and one day waved me over. He said he’d seen me checking him out. I was too shy and awkward to say anything. He said it was hot and he needed a drink and asked if I wanted to come inside. I followed. He plopped down on the couch, pointed to the kitchen and told me to grab him a beer. I obeyed. When I came back to the living room, he had his cock out, stroking. He asked me if I liked it. I was still shy and said I dunno. He said he could tell I was a faggot. I felt myself blush. My face got hot. He said it’s ok to be a faggot. Theres nothing wrong with it. He told me that it’s ok to stare but I’d like it better if I got closer. He stood up and told me to get on my knees.

I obeyed. He said “good girl” and walked up close so his cock was near my face. I leaned forward to suck it, but he slapped my face. Not hard, not to hurt me. Just to correct me. He said, I didn’t say you could touch my dick. You gotta ask permission first. I said, can I suck it? He said, you need to show respect. Say please and thank you, and call me sir. I said, can I please suck your cock sir? He said, “good girl” and pulled my head onto his cock. I had never sucked cock before but had thought about it a lot. He was so sweaty from working in the sun, he tasted salty and smelled like a real man.

I started to choke right away and pull away, but he wouldn’t let me. I kept shoving my head down and kept saying, “in your throat, in your THROAT” until he pushed past my tonsils. I was pounding on his thighs with my fists and eventually he let me up for air. I he said catch your breath fast. I took a few deep breaths and then he shoved my head back down and facefucked me some more. I kept struggling for air, but he kept saying not until I say so. He paused every once in a while to let me catch a few quick breaths. I was getting dizzy but he didn’t let me pass out.

Eventually he said, show me your pussy. I felt paralyzed. All I could do was gasp for air. He picked me up like a rag doll and carried me into the bedroom. He said take all that shit off. I started taking my clothes off. When I was down to my underwear he put me on all fours on the bed and tore my underwear completely off. He said don’t ever let me see you wear that shit again. Either wear some cute panties or no underwear at all. Understand me? I said, yes sir. He said good girl. I felt him rub his cock up and down my ass crack. He put some lube or lotion or something on it. It felt cold and wet.

I felt the head of his cock go inside me. It hurt and I started to panic and pull away. He pinned me down with his full weight and pushed inside me deeper. I screamed and he put his hand over my mouth. I whimpered and thrashed but he said, “shut the fuck up. Do what I tell you and it won’t hurt.” He was only just barely in past the head and stopped. He said, squeeze your pussy as tight as you can and hold it. I did. He waited a few seconds and said, ok relax. I did, and when I relaxed I could feel him slide in deeper. He said, squeeze tight again. I did. He waited a few seconds and said relax. Same thing happened. This went on until my pussy had swallowed his entire cock. He held it there for a long time, and kept telling me to squeeze and relax over and over.

Eventually I couldn’t squeeze anymore, my muscles were so exhausted. That’s when he started fucking me. It hurt but I could take it. I wasn’t afraid anymore. He pulled my hair and made me look into the mirror. He said, look at yourself, faggot. Now look at me. See the difference? I must moaned. He pulled my hair so my eyes watered and said again, see the difference, faggot?? I said yes, sir. He said what are you? I said I’m a faggot sir. He said good girl. And what am I? I said you’re a man. He said that’s right. You’re not a man are you? I said no sir. He said you were never a man were you. I said no sir. He said you could never be a man could you. I said no sir. He said look at yourself in the mirror and say it again. I looked into my eyes in the mirror while this man raped me and said I’m a faggot. I said it over and over. Eventually I could feel his pace quicken. He said I’m gonna cum. Where you want my cum, faggot? I said on my face. He said to bad, slut. And fucking roared and pounded my pussy so hard I screamed again. I could feel ever inch of his cock throbbing inside me when he pumped me full of his cum. He stayed inside me spasming for a long time after that.

Then slowly, very slowly, he pulled out of my pussy. He said I had some good pussy and I felt proud for making him cum so much. He said, “Now you say thank you, sir.” I obeyed. He said, “you gonna bring that pussy back tomorrow?” I said yes sir. He said good girl. Now get the fuck out of here before my wife gets home.

I went back for more every day after school, and sometimes skipped school so I could spend the whole day being his nasty little cock sleeve. He taught me obedience, respect, and a faggots place. He usually kept me to himself, but occasionally he would blindfold me and let other men use my pussy. I never knew who any of them were except one. I recognized the voice of his weed dealer, and I’m pretty sure he pimped me out for weed at least once. Since that first time, there have been several occasions when I was getting fucked and I felt like I couldn’t take any more and tried to stop. The men always told me to shut the fuck up and made me take it until they were finished. In the moment, I was always afraid and in pain, but afterwards, I was always glad they didn’t let me tap out. I would have been so disappointed and embarrassed for failing in my primary purpose in life.

I am so grateful to the alphas who taught me that it’s ok to be a faggot and that you can take pride in yourself if you know your place and serve your purpose well. Without that first rape, I would never have had the courage to submit to a real man. I would have continued living a lie, in shame and misery. He quite probably saved my life.

It’s interesting that faggots who experience these kinds of rape-like takings by Alphas come to the same Hierarchical conclusion: this is how it had to happen so that this faggot could accept its purpose.

I essentially came to the same conclusion about my rape. Other faggots taken in this fashion say the same. Some might dismiss these justifications as a way to cope with a traumatic event but I don’t think so. I simply think that we faggots understand the Male need to take and roughly use faggots Hierarchically rather than emotionally.

There is no doubt that Men see it that way. Notice this response from an Alpha on the server who calls himself “Imperator Caesar Augustus”:

What happened is that they took the responsibility out of your hands of having to decide if u were or not a fag. Probably it would have taken ages to figure it out by urself, but these men gave you no choice but to comply, and they knew u would comply, they saw it in your body language, that u were craving em and they acted…. Alphas know how to read body language. It’s a predatory characteristic.

I, of course, agree with everything this Alpha said about Kawada’s “rape”. When Alphas take faggots like this, they’re tilling the garden soil of Hierarchy and planting new crops of faggots. It’s a sexual form of natural selection.

Which is why faggots like myself or Kawada end up in this phantom zone somewhere between traumatized and grateful for being taken this way.

The older I get, the more grateful I am.

One could replace the word “crave” with “need” given the sorry behavior of many faggots.

Alphas aren’t usually into “making love,” but some encounters can be more aggressive than others.

The key is to remember your purpose. You exist to allow Alphas to express the full force of their power and sexual rage.

Here is @kylexbrandt working a trophy cock at a gloryhole. This is a rarity for that site, but I guess Kyle is a true cocksucker!

Master @woodxbound is skilled at both tying up faggots and encouraging them to service his fat Dick. So hot!

One of the wonders of running a site like this is just how many incredible Alphas I get to talk to in an intimate way. Through these safe conversations, I’ve been privy to surprisingly deep conversations about Hierarchy and the nature of our respective roles. I’m endlessly fascinated by the Alpha perspective on this subject, of course, because it’s a side that I, as a faggot, am ill-equipped to comprehend.

Master Jacob is an Alpha I’ve been speaking with recently, and every conversation has been enlightening. He’s an experienced Master who is well-versed in the training of faggots. What may set him apart from other Alphas is how he focuses as much on the emotional training as he does on the service aspect.

Yesterday Master Jacob wanted me to send him the quote I posted HERE from Master Parker about faggots. He said he wanted to give it to one of his faggots to study because the faggot felt especially worthless. Master Jacob was trying to reach the faggot’s heart.

Then Master Jacob said this:

Yes. I’ve been trying to explain to him that being a faggot isn’t something to be ashamed of. We just have to reprogram societies shame out of him. He should be proud of his place because alphas needs faggots and faggots need alphas. And faggots are beautiful.

He’s a good boy and a complete and total faggot. He knows it and when he’s free of his shame from society for what he is, he loves his place. But sometimes, and this happens with a lot of faggots, he retreats in shame.

There’s a misunderstanding that faggots aren’t worthy of love or that they are not worthy of being valued. When really it’s quite the opposite. Sure. I may call you a pathetic faggot and make you do terrible and degrading things, but that’s a special place reserved just for a faggot.

I was taken aback by this clear-eyed statement. It’s rare to hear an Alpha speak that way about faggots.

Then Master Jacob began to talk about how to help faggots achieve self-acceptance:

I have a lot of experience training and breaking new faggots. This is not a new phenomenon. I tell boys all the time, they will hit walls. It’s expected. The wall is nothing to be ashamed of, what you do when you reach the wall is the true test.

I’m sure faggots have a swirl of emotions when being used and broken. It’s easy for us alphas. We just have to come into our power. Faggots have to be broken and systematically reprogrammed.

Breathtaking insight, isn’t it?

To all of the faggots out there feeling lost and abused: there are great Alpha Masters like Master Jacob waiting to take you in and build you into something strong, useful, and valuable. Don’t be misled into self-hate or self-harm at the hands of cruel or careless Masters.

Hi Sam, longtime reader here. A couple years ago in college through one of my roommates, I met this beautiful potential Alpha. 6’4″, straight with girlfriend, sweet, masculine, chiseled jaw, and fucking BUILT. Seriously, you can literally smell the testosterone coming from him. I feel like my life has changed, as all I want to do is submit to him and serve him like the God he truly is. I want to bask in his scent. I want him to use those huge arms to crush and destroy me. I want to make him dinner, clean his apartment, grab him a beer, and service him until he’s satisfied. He likes to eat meat and go shooting at the range. He’s a little dumb, but that’s where the sweetness comes from.
 
So he’s been a friend of a friend all these years and unfortunately, I had a falling out with the mentioned old college roommate (he and the Alpha are best friends). Old college roomie is leaving the state for grad school soon and I think I can take advantage of this opportunity. Me and the Alpha have never been “friends” since we only see each other at parties or when he visited the roomie. But he likes me and I’ve got his number so at least I’m not starting from nothing. We have a big size difference (I’m a short slim guy) and I think he likes to play on it. Every time hes hugged me he holds me very warm and caressingly, not like a friendly hug but a romantic hug. That’s all just fun and games though.
 
I very vividly remember one time the three of us (me, old roomie, Alpha) were hanging at old roomie\’s place and the Alpha was leaving but I was staying the night. He got up and announced his leaving while I was lying on old roomie’s bed. I reached out my arms to motion that I wanted to hug him goodbye and HE FUCKING LIED ON TOP OF ME MISSIONARY STYLE, WITH ALL HIS WEIGHT, AND AFTER 3 OR SO SECONDS HE JOKINGLY HUMPED ME REALLY QUICK. I am so happy I didnt moan or something and was able to play it off cool, but my god. I will never forget that moment. I think it was 5 humps/thrusts. All of his weight on me. Holding me missionary style. Life changing experience.
 
Another time we were both at a Halloween party with some mutual friends and he was getting super drunk. I think he was finishing an entire 30 rack by himself? What a Man. Anyway, further into the night I found him and asked him if he was having fun. He kinda just stared blankly at me, he was definitely wasted. Then he grabbed the back of my head, pulled me in and kissed my forehead. When he let me go, he still just had that blank expression on and I was a bit speechless but managed to blurt something out and left the room. Mind you he did this in a room full of people (who were probably also drunk lol).
 
So now I’m thinking about the future, since him and I wont ever see each other or talk at all once my old roomie leaves the state in a couple of months. I think I\’m going to “accidentally” text him, play it off cool, and then invite him to my new apartment that I’ll be moving in soon. I’ll offer food and beer, and just talk and stuff since we’ve never hung out ourselves. I have to handle this very carefully. I’m so nervous I’m gonna fuck it up. I probably will. Or maybe he’s not even interested. But I have to do this. Fulfill my ultimate purpose in life to serve him, a living God and epitome of manliness. Theres also his girlfriend to think about, they’re kinda serious but no real future goals. I dont wanna be a homewrecker, but that wont stop me from offering myself to him, especially maybe some domestic service duties I can do.
 
What do you think of my experiences with him? I call him “The Beast”. I literally worship this giant, beautiful, unbelievable man. I’ll let you know how it goes in a couple of months. Do you think I have a shot?

Thanks for that epic question! LOL
 
I would say this guy IS Alpha, not a “potential” Alpha. And he does sound like the prototypical fraternity meathead Alpha type, too, which can definitely be to your advantage. Spoiler alert: frat guys love faggots. We are weaker and submissive and we allow them to flex their energy and power in fun and flirtatious ways. They can act as inappropriately as they want with us because they know we love it.
 
First of all, you’re going to need to stop hiding your gay/faggot truth in this situation. It’s time for you to stop being afraid and just embrace yourself. This is a timed thing and you can’t afford to miss an opportunity because you’re too afraid to act because things aren’t perfect.
 
I suggest you get him over to your place for some sporting event. Or, if you know where he works, you might be able to weasel your way into asking him to get a drink or two. This will need to be a full service offer, meaning you are going to be making food or buying everything. I would get a few drinks in him, and then maybe bring up the humping episode as a “hey, remember that time you …” kind of story. If he gets apologetic, you plainly say something like “Sir, you don’t need to apologize. That’s how faggots should be treated” or something similar. Make it nonchalant, like it’s no big deal. This will make him curious, rather than off-put.
 
If/when he asks questions, simply explain the natural order to him in plain, “no big deal” terms. The truth of Hierarchy is so powerful and so obvious when laid out that way logically to an Alpha that it becomes undeniable. 
 
From there you just follow his cues and calmly assuage his fears. Once you get to that point, the rest of the manipulation is self explanatory.
 
Now, you could use my book in this situation, but I’m not sure if he’s much of a reader. This is something that you can cause to happen through skill and perseverance. But it CAN be done, though. Definitely think about what I’ve described and keep me posted. You really shouldn’t wait to lay the groundwork for this one. You gotta really find the right bait in order to land the biggest fish!

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Alpha Pack football parties need faggots to “take care of things” so the boys can have some fun.

You can find Master Jim in the comments sections of many posts here. A wonderful, wise Master!

Master @davidtentwoone is rapidly becoming one of my favorite Twitter Alphas. It’s his words that entrances rather than his body.

I’m in the process of interviewing him. Can’t wait to post it!

The stunning Master Parker posted this on Tumblr today. He has increased his power exponentially since I first encountered him several months ago.

I really miss him.

Lately I’ve been reflecting on when I really knew I was a faggot. I guess I’m interested in knowing if there are more fags that realized it as early as I did. 

Even when I was as young as 9/10 I fantasized about smelling and licking men’s feet. At that age I would sneak into the closet to sniff my grandpa’s shoes. Fantasize about drinking piss at the urinal. These fantasies were before I even know about the fetishes. 

Yes, many faggots experienced these feelings at that age. I’m one of them. I had a huge crush on a boy in sixth grade named George, and I remember being attracted to his feet and the way he walked. 

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I scored a 17 on the faggot test (in the book “Are You A Faggot?“). I do not have the quality of neglecting my dick and not wanting to fuck. I like fucking girls and guys. But I have a big weakness for size difference and big feet. Am I a true faggot or should I forget about that lifestyle and just keep doing what I’m doing?

I would say you’re probably not a faggot. You’re probably a beta male with some sub tendencies. 

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I cannot stress this enough: Alphas MUST talk to their faggots like this young Alpha does if they want the best and most obedient service!

It’s a form of hypnosis, a training of the faggot’s mind that is difficult to forget.

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This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

I know many of my readers thrilled to the recent experience related by Jamie, the fag-wife of Master Dino. The benevolent kindness of Jamie’s GOD-MAN caused the pussies of faggots everywhere to flare open in ecstasy.

But it had been MONTHS since we heard directly from the God Himself. But he finally broke his silence yesterday after reading my report on Jamie. And, as always, it’s another scorched-earth missive of blistering Alpha power.

Hang on:

Good evening faggot. I wasn’t going to contact you until the weekend and that was to inform all the holes out there that My Son is now completely His own Man but in the adolescence of Alphahood. He has His own young dudes fuck/crash pad-all breeder pussy and stick pussy in N.Y. state (fuck, and beyond) better beware as He romps through this time in His Alpha Enlightenment. The smiling, darkly handsome young Alpha in the Italian car will exhaust your bodies, puncture your pussies, and rape your very soul. (He IS My son)  He will, in the words of one of His recent conquests (a former UPS driver around 30 years old) “I brought a package to His door. He opened the door He spoke calmly and with total control flashed a wicked smile that made me feel vulnerable and somehow naked before Him. He looked into my eyes and raped me in a way, without touching me. He bit a chunk from my soul and told me that I looked like a sweet hole cum in and I, at once, remembered hearing stories that some of the poor boys at our school performed acts in the dark that then seemed dirty and somewhat disturbing. Now, experiencing Chad, those acts made my mouth water and go dry at the same time. Ten minutes later I was naked on the floor in His apartment with His boxers in my mouth and His bare feet resting on different parts of me while He was studying Mahler’s German Art Songs on His I-phone. What kind of thug Master does that? One I wanna belong to, that’s who.”  Chad laughed and corrected His new hole, “you mean parts of a body that USED to be yours bitch.” Not that it’s at all important but Chad’s new hole was named jon but for a time I think the only name it wants is Chad’s Cumhole. I have never been more proud of My Son than in the last few months. 

Oh, I can already see at some point I’m going to butt heads with Him. He is Me at 16 in many ways-hardheaded and hard dicked. 16 and, not unique to Alphahood, thinks He’s learned enough to ‘swagger’. I told Him when He’d learned enough He’d know there’s no need for a swagger to attract, it’ll come TO you. He is decidedly the Son of Me.

Anyway that all happened while I was pampering and rebuilding the sweet, TIGHT hole that I own last week. But, I decided to write now and more talk about the pleasurable danger of My Son on cunts and faggots of the world another time. When I arrived home a bit ago I found my faggot troubled. It looked as if it were crying. It has been rather emotional of late but I understand the reasons and I’ve always encouraged my cute little cumhole to express its emotions to Daddy with humility and honesty and I will take care of all its troubles, to just be calm and your Master will always make it better. Now, I knew My pussyboy had told you of our little vacation because it won’t write you or do anything without informing Me first. Even in our very early days before I knew how to conduct Myself properly as an adult Alpha My cunt instinctively knew it should come to me for every need and desire it had.  it loved learning from, and feeding off of the one God who made its world turn and its soul sing. (its words, but I agree) Of course this and other lovingly submissive gestures and its unerring faggot instinct for what a MAN wants most from the world and in His own private world is simply irresistible for the strongest of Alpha Males. However, on with this. I did not know it sent you a second email (I did know it had written but not that it sent the letter because it usually has me read it) telling you the rest of the story, nor did I know of today’s podcast. jamie not telling me about this other letter is odd because as I just said it will not breathe sometimes unless I tell it to inhale. Lol. I’m only half-joking, it concerned Me a bit before I realized My little cock cleaner was only upset thinking Daddy would be disappointed with it because in its excitement to tell its brother in faggotry all that its Masterful provider had done for it, fucktard forgot to ask Daddy to read the letter. I couldn’t help it, I laughed my ass off.

Quickly I told it not to worry. In September I will have been the Demon God My hole has faithfully and aggressively submitted to and worshiped for 17 years. I sat down and it was at my feet. I pushed its head down on my leg, playfully smacked its cheek and calmly told it that all was well, that i trusted my baby, it was a good boy and not to be concerned. My cumhole has such devotion to Me, holds My approval of everything in the highest regard that even a goof as insignificant as this made it worried that it had somehow disappointed Me. To My jamie, My disappointment is much worse than any anger that might be directed at it. (In most circles the baby might be described as a polite and tough little shit but Daddy hardly ever sees that part of My bitch so other than knowing it’s not totally helpless that part of jamie is almost irrelevant.) So, I reassured it that everything was good. it then told Me of the podcast it discovered while I was at the office. It made Me remember something that seems like ages ago, My dirty angel came running to me, dropped to My feet, nuzzled its face in My leg hair (one of many endearing faggot-loves-Daddy habits) and told Me it had found your site and would I approve My hole being a regular reader of it. So I took some time and perused it. Well of course I found nothing objectionable and approved. sam, as I was then and still am, you impressed me with not only your obvious intelligence but with the fact that you teach, VERY correctly, what all faggots need to be taught to become exemplary examples of faggotry. Obviously, all situations are different but faggots with more than 3 brain cells can learn here, absorb not only what feels correct in its perverted soul but try to store everything possible somewhere in its mind for future use. The more you little ass cleaners learn, the more you will be able to please and even surprise your Owner when and if you are chosen by a Man. Nothing makes a better impression on one’s Master than a well-timed, perverted little surprise when your Alpha least suspects it. Always go the extra mile you whores of Men and if you work VERY hard to totally satisfy a Man, most will recognize what they could have by owning you. My ass kisser is happy, in love with his purpose in life – serving Me. It has endured more than most faggots ever see and I DON’T mean abuse. I mean HARD work. It – I almost said ‘he’s instead of it. That is a testament to My faggot’s stamina and durability that the slip almost occurred. it is certainly the toughest faggot I’ve encountered. With what My beloved faggot-wife HAD learned before the universe smiled and allowed it to meet Me and what it HAS learned since, jamie could be stranded in one of  the worst parts of the city and if it had something with which to protect itself I wouldn’t sweat it handling shit until I arrived. 

Anyway, sam, I listened to today’s podcast. Thank you for your faggot praise but I just live the Alpha Male life and do as my Inner Alpha suggests. Most of the time I teach by example. I believe whatever life one lives it should enhance not only oneself and equals but also, more importantly maybe, the inferiors who look to/love Him for all He brings to their little world. I seldom speak so frankly in such an open forum but you do good things here sam and you.have been a brother to my hole and given all faggots a little oasis where they can not only vicariously experience a quenching of their unending thirst for service and cum but also a place for them to LEARN. The old adage is knowledge is power. That should be amended to say faggot knowledge is Alpha Power. Do you boot lickers understand what this Alpha is saying?

So, I’m glad jamie has a brother, one with a similar outlook and similar goals-pleasing Men. Faggots, I enjoy teasing you, making your stick pussies clench and making you wish I would throw you on the couch (you don’t deserve a bed yet retard) and get knee-deep in your faggot cunt, fuck you BEYOND silly, and then punch My way out, leaving you a whimpering little puddle of faggot flesh, spit and cum. Are you squirming from just reading My words? You fucking wannabe whores that would slurp down My snot as if it were the last potable on earth sure do make the weight of responsibility We Alphas sometimes bear easier to endure. Good, learned faggots allow Us to empty our sometimes fevered minds and brains by emptying our loads into your quivering holes and to fuck our aggressions into your waiting souls. And do know that IS really your purpose and you should embrace your calling and worship with every particle of your faggot soul. Life is something humanity risks daily so take that chance for an Alpha if your inner faggot encounters one who makes you feel that you’d rather die than to NOT be owned by Him. After all the warnings jamie had from mutual friends about Me, he ignored them, listened to the little hole inside and took a chance.  It was a large and, I must admit, stupid chance on this egotistical 21-year-old God who knew little other than being guided by His cock, His fists, and His temper. However, after 38 years of life I am a mature, seasoned Alpha Male. I’ve grown and have acquired a great deal of knowledge-streetwise and formal. Remember jamie won the honor of belonging to and being loved and possessed by Me by taking the chance its heart (and its pussy) advised it to take. And it is one happy cumhole.

Once again My cunt has shown Me the world differently. I really, at 21, didn’t even know what TRUE love and devotion meant. My faggot showed me and did so in a way that allowed My immature (at the time) mind to believe it was all acquired by Myself alone, my power. And that, you sniveling piss lovers, is a GOOD faggot. Fuck all you Goddamn faggots! Hahahahahaha….

Imagine receiving THAT in your mailbox in the middle of the night and then trying to sleep at all afterward! `

Ultimately Master Dino’s letter is one of the most powerful defenses of the deep, primal connection that can develop between a Man (straight or gay) and his faggot. I love how Master Dino praised his faggot’s “toughness” as one of the qualities that impresses him. Men test the toughness of other males as they develop respect for each other, but it’s interesting that a straight Man might apply a similar standard to a faggot. It just speaks to Master Dino’s wisdom. He knows what he puts Jamie through, and Jamie has never wavered. That has earned Master Dino’s respect.

But what it really shows is the full spectrum of the Alpha/faggot dynamic. Almost anything is possible between a Man and his faggot. It simply requires honesty and a willingness to completely open up to each other and respect the roles each was born to perform.

I thank Master Dino for sharing this incredible story with me!

This thread follows the true story of Master Ahmed, a straight 21-year-old Apex Alpha who has discovered faggot ownership. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!

It’s been a little while since I heard anything substantial from straight Master Ahmed. Every so often a faggot will ask about him, and I just shrug my shoulders. Master Ahmed is like the wind, wild and untamed. You simply wait for the next breeze to arrive, and hope it doesn’t blow down your house when it does.

When I last heard from him, he was really working to properly enslave his faggot Valentin. My brother Val is a good faggot, willing to go to whatever lengths it must in order to please its Master.

But Master Ahmed has recently acquired a new faggot named Zaki. This new faggot combines Val’s slavish devotion to worship with a playful sense of humor that really tickles Master Ahmed’s fancy.

As I was talking to him yesterday, Master Ahmed was relaxing at Zaki’s apartment while the faggot cleaned. Zaki has been caged, of course, but this day Master Ahmed had a buttplug in Zaki in preparation for later.

What was later? Well Master Ahmed intended to fuck and breed Zaki for the first time! Then he sent me this:

But then Master Ahmed began to talk very differently about Zaki.

I do want to make this (breeding) special. I really like Zaki. I love everything about him 😄.

That was unexpected! Then Master Ahmed went even farther with it.

What should I do of Valentin? I thought of keeping him as a service sub and occasionally as a feet cleaner/cock sucker … but I don’t want to grant the same status to Zaki and Val.

Why?

Val is my fag, but Zaki is kind of my …fag-boyfriend. I really like him and he makes me laugh a lot. It’s quite fusional relationship between Zaki and Me. Zaki calls Me God and I definitely love it but I also love spending time with him.

Is Master Ahmed falling in love with one of his faggots? Maybe!

Around this time Zaki knelt and began sucking on Master Ahmed’s toes. Like most Alphas, he loves that kind of devoted worship. Here are the gorgeous feet Zaki enjoyed:

Then Val was headed over to the apartment, and Master Ahmed had to go to prepare for a night of breeding and worship.

Later I received this:

Ok I own Val so much that yesterday he slavishly licked Zaki’s cum-dripping hole 😍. Val watched me breed Zaki while he sucked my feet, so that was his reward.

I find this change in Master Ahmed fascinating. He’s very clearly a straight Alpha (he fucks females all the time), but he’s developed affection for the inferior faggots who worship him. This is surprisingly common, apparently; Masters Nick, Matt, and Jin have developed strong attachments to their faggots despite being heterosexual.

It’s fun to witness this change in Master Ahmed, though. He has this delightful “eh, fuck it” attitude about it all that makes me smile.

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This might be the greatest and most thorough example of an Alpha completely fucking and using a faggot currently hosted on this platform!

No Alpha here understands his Hierarchical purpose better than my Master @AlphaTwink97!

I had no idea what was going to become of the Hierarchy Podcast when I started it almost a year ago. Would anyone even listen? Would I have anything to say? Would anyone even listen???

Much to my great surprise, many people have been listening. The feedback I receive from it crosses multiple boundaries – gays, straights, Alphas, faggots, transgendered, and even a few women! It’s widely listened to around the world, even ranking high in certain little counties I had no idea would even get it.

Like this website, the whole point of the podcast was to help people find purpose and fulfillment. I didn’t know HOW it might accomplish that, but I thought I’d give it a try.

Well I have heard from people who have been helped by the podcast, but today I received a most extraordinary series of text messages from a 46-year-old Alpha named Michael. Actually, he’s just discovering his Alphahood at this point in his life through the podcast!

But it gets better:

I have turned my partner into a total sub faggot since listening to the podcast. Our sex life is amazing now thanks to your podcast. I was telling (my partner) about the podcast and it just went on from there. He serves me every night, and it has been so good for us. So thank you.

Extraordinary!

Alpha Michael’s partner is a 40-year-old sub (now full-fledged faggot) who has also learned its place thanks to the podcast.

I am 46 and he is 40 we have been together for 13 years and we opened our relationship up about 7 years ago. We played together once and it weirded me out having to share him with someone else but now I want to share him with another alpha. Yep… it has been so amazing ever since I discovered your podcast! He knows that his role is just a hole.

Through the podcast Alpha Michael has learned about the power of chastity.

It’s already in chastity. I have a key and have one hidden he is locked up and cannot cum until I think he has earned it. I locked him myself, and it was a powerful experience for me. He is such a good faggot. He does a great job serving his sir.

I was floored by this! Typically it’s hard for an established, long-term couple to change direction so radically, but this seems to have been exactly what they needed. I guess I could liken it to a chiropractor radically adjusting a back and instantly relieving pain.

This amazing new Alpha signed off this way:

Oh okay… well I will tell you again that I love your podcast and I would love to have you along with my faggot serve me. Keep up the great work on the podcast. I listen every morning on the way to work.

What a shot in the arm that conversation was for me today! THANK YOU Master Michael for sharing your personal story with me! Maybe you can be a guest on the show!

As for me, I think I’ll keep the podcast going!

I don’t even know what to say about this. I know this happens with some faggots, and that it’s even a fantasy for some. I just … it’s hard to look at.

What an extraordinary photo!

Faggots are objects used by Men for pleasure and worship.

As long as there are Men, nature will make faggots to serve them. It’s inevitable and perfect.

This is Hierarchy, and it is the hard truth.

HierarchyIsTruth

Just gaze upon the magnificence of @holewrecker69’s Alpha cock!

It has cunted more faggot pussy than anyone can ever imagine.

It is the ultimate blunt instrument of Masculine power!

This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

After hearing about the surprise tropical vacation Master Dino gifted to his faggot wife Jamie, I was eager to find out what “final surprise” awaited Jamie when they returned home.

Jamie dutifully sent me a follow-up:

sam, i just had to tell you about the surprise waiting for me after our vacation. When we arrived I was organizing in my head just how to get my ManGod’s home back in order. Not that it was trashed but all my free time was taken while the Son of God lived with us, learned, and grew as a person, as well as an Alpha Male. Anyway, my AWESOME GOD had everything taken care of while we were away! I don’t know details but the place is IMMACULATE–WITH EVERYTHING EXACTLY WHERE IT BELONGS!

It was my emotional limit. After all the emotions of the last months, all the testosterone churning in my Men along with their naturally domineering personalities and Alpha NEED to pump/shoot cum into all available holes, my EVERYTHING was simply overloaded with joy and fulfillment and pride. i often think that there’s just no possible way for this Living Example of the perfect way Man and God can combine could make me worship and respect Him more than He already has. But, He does, and daily. And, that is an Alpha, isn’t it brother?

Anyway, i simply lost my humility for a moment and allowed unbridled ecstacy and pride of being HIS hole to overwhelm me and i imploded. i laid down at His–i have no more superlatives to bestow upon my Owner–feet and cried for what must have been an hour while i kissed His feet, caressed His furry legs, and murmured how magnificent, sexy, awesome, intelligent, omnipotent, powerful, passionate, etc…He is. How i would faithfully and slavishly i would honor, love, serve and service Him, all the while just feeling His overwhelming, comfortably smothering protective love washing over me. And in the middle of my faggot histrionics and lack of emotional control a calm came over me and i realized that my Daddy had said a comforting word or two before i crumpled at His feet and then He simply started doing some computer work for the office. Some might dare to say His seeming indifference was cold and uncaring but i KNOW my Daddy. That ‘indifference’ hid His brilliance. He knew that if i saw him calm and cool i would wonder why i wasn’t. i instantly realized, i just had a terrific time away, our life and home were in wonderful shape and i was feeling His masculine power and His love for His faggot permeate the room. On top of which i was lying at His feet almost incoherently worshiping Him (at His feet WHERE i BELONG) and this faggot shut the fuck up. my gratitude of His genius, and my total amazement and appreciation that such a ManGod could find anything He could actually love (and lust after) about any faggot, especially when my God could have a MUCH better looking, more appropriate cumdump than a (formerly) chubby, cumhole who is 10 years older, who is DEFINITELY not worthy of His vast reserves of patience and ABSOLUTELY not worthy of His unyielding love of His possessions. This strong devotion combined with His unshakable knowledge of His power to quietly, yet forcefully do ANYTHING He must to restore order and be the soothing, Alpha God presence to His family, the people He loves and protects (at times with His life) is what truly makes Him a God to all of us here.

I rambled on again but that seems to happen when i discuss the love of my life. Daddy says, “Tell the faggot I’ll try to shoot it an email this weekend–so its panties will have time to dry cause I know its little clit/dick just started dripping from the anticipation of contact with the God to whom you will forever belong. Now, put the mutherfucking phone down and get in bed.” Then smiling said,” you fucking cunt.” I will never understand why fate chose to gift me with belonging to this Alpha Male God.

Night brother… i got this feeling that I am about to be aggressively entered, pumped full of His copius, liquid passion, and made to feel i do deserve His all-encompassing love. my Daddy, He gives me LIFE!

This is such a vibrant description of what happens inside a faggot when owned completely by an Alpha Male.

We faggots are broken creatures. Scared. Insecure. The world around us feels dangerous and threatening.

So when an Alpha comes into our life and takes ownership of us, he brings with him order and purpose. We mindlessly work and tirelessly serve like hyperactive mice to make our Alpha happy, partially because, like a drug addict, we are afraid we will lose him.

So when an Alpha gives his faggot permission to decompress and commendation for a job well done, in that contemplative space the faggot becomes overwhelmed. All of these strong, suppressed emotions spring forth uncontrollably.

When a faggot is cunted, something similar happens. I strongly suspect it’s this phenomenon I’m talking about here.

Yes, it’s a shock reaction I’m describing. If you’ve ever seen a front-line worker during a disaster, they work so hard for so long, often subsisting on pure adrenaline alone … but once the danger has passed, they collapse and weep out of either joy or agony.

Cunted faggots or faggots in situations like Jamie’s above weep mostly out of extreme joy and gratitude. We break down because we feel so unworthy of our owner’s love and wise concern.

Master Dino may not have reacted to Jamie’s outburst, but inside he will remember every sob and every tear. These were the emotions of his faggot, his most valuable possession, gratefully offered in tribute to its god.

This is the very essence of this most primal and Hierarchical union. Alpha and faggot. Owner and owned. Master and slave. God and servant.

However it’s called, beneath it all runs deep and powerful rivers of respect, gratitude, adoration, and love.

Never feel ashamed to break down and share your feelings of gratitude with your Alpha. In his presence you are safe, and at his feet you are free.

Actually, the term “foot faggot” is redundant given that all faggots worship feet.

This post is part of a thread following the development of David, a well-endowed faggot moved to chastity and embraced by an amazing Alpha named Alex. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In the last installment (CLICK HERE) I related the heartwarming story of a faggot named David who has found an Owner named Alpha Alex. At the end of that post I told you that there was a troublesome second part to that story.

I’m going to let David tell it:

Hello Sam. So the other day when I sent you the message about the best day of my life when I finally got to be with alpha Alex. When he said I had to serve only him I knew I had to tell the other two alphas that I couldn’t serve them anymore. Didn’t think it would be a problem because I didn’t see them much anyway ( I always served alpha Alex a lot before lockdown ) anyway one if them just said fine and good luck.

The other wanted me to tell him face to face … so I met him and told him I now belong to alpha Alex and he wasn’t happy. I’ve only served this particular alpha about six times so his reaction was a shock. First he grabbed me by the throat and spat in my face so I pushed him away. Then he picked up a length of old hessien back carpet ( the kind with the hard backing ) and whacked me in the face with it narrowly missing hitting my eyeball. It has cut my face and left a nasty mark ( see photo below ) after that he again grabbed hold of me but this time I really punched him hard knocking him to the ground. I took kickboxing for 3 and a half years so I can defend myself if I need to. I think the punch to his face really shocked him because afterward he got up and ran. I honestly can’t believe he acted in such a pathetic way.

Now alpha Alex knows and said he will hunt him down and make sure he knows to stay away from me however I said I’d rather it just be forgotten now as I don’t want my alpha getting into trouble because of me. It’s really beautiful that he cares for me this way but I have told him I can defend myself if I have to and I did. It took a little time and he agreed and gave me a hug. I’d just also like to say I don’t think a real alpha should be violent towards a fag because to me it just shows that they are weak … pathetic excuses of a man. That kind of violence has absolutely no place in any kind of relationship in my opinion. Thank you for taking the time to read this brother and I hope you are well. God bless and stay Happy from your fag brother David

First of all, I’m so glad my brother is okay! An attack like that is terrifying, and often so unexpected!

I’m also grateful that David had martial arts training to help him in this horrible situation. But what happens to all of those faggots who DON’T have such training? It really drives home the point that faggots should choose to serve GOOD Alphas with even, mature temperaments! Faggots like to fetishize service to violent, abusive Alphas, but these unstable Men can cause real and permanent damage to a trusting and defenseless faggot!

I thank my brother David for humbly sharing this awful episode! It helps more faggots than we can even imagine!

Above are the gorgeous, low-hanging fruit of JustCallMeHenry.

This thread follows the development of Alpha Toby, an 18-year-old straight Alpha who is taking ownership of his faggot brother and a faggot friend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

One of the more inflammatory series of articles on the site involved a young Apex Alpha named Toby and his physical and sexual enslavement of his faggot brother Jamie. Many felt like I shouldn’t be encouraging things like this. Others accused me of inventing everything for the sake of titillating my audience.

And then, right in the middle of this controversy, Master Toby disappeared. I tried every avenue of communication I had to reach him, but received nothing.

I resigned myself to the possibility that Master Toby wasn’t real.

Then, out of nowhere, Master Toby sent me a message! He had returned even more powerful than before! He was very eager to share a pic of him and his gorgeous new girlfriend:

He also wanted me to know he was no longer using his faggot brother for quick sexual relief, but that Jamie has continued to serve him and their father (who now knows of their Master/slave situation).

Honestly amazing faggot, my little bro’s been serving me, he is fully a faggot now, he calls every man he meets sir, he’s my constant slave and my dad knows now and he totally supports it, honestly it’s great faggot. I’ve decided that I’m not going to be having any sexual relation to him just because dicks are for chicks you get me 😅. Me and my girlfriend made our relationship official recently as well!

By “official” Master Toby means she accepted him as her owner. She’s very submissive as well.

I was curious about the father’s involvement in this, so Master Toby elaborated:

He’d always kinda abused my brother and called him faggot and queer and so I just kinda told him and he was like “I don’t give a shit he’s sub human any where fucking queers like him should be made to serve and I could use some help around the house” so it was a bit much, but I was like fine you know fag. (My Dad doesn’t use it) sexually, but pretty much, my father likes to spit on him and beat him up and whenever my brothers in the house he’s in a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers with a locked dick and plugged.

The description Master Toby gave me of Jamie’s treatment by the father rattled me a bit, so I inquired more about it.

Well faggot, things have been pretty good. My faggot little brother has fully acclimated to who he is. Everyday he has a training schedule, he must train his hole, train his throat, shave all his body hair, make sure his dick is locked and before he gets dressed put on one of mine or my dads dirty boxers. It’s official now because when he’s in the house he must wear only undies, his dick cage and plug, he makes us dinner, cleans the house, he does my school work, he does the shopping, he is one hundred percent our faggot. My dad didn’t really give a shit because he thinks any gay man is subhuman so he doesn’t really give a shit it’s his son. He said no son of mines a faggot, so he can serve us however you see fit. He has a little job that he goes to and 100% of the money from it goes to me, that’s £200 a month and he loves it faggot.

Jamie’s life as a faggot began as a sexual relief tool, but has now descended into a slave object for two powerful Alpha Males.

Jamie is still very young and has much to learn about itself in the coming years. But the training it has received by these Alpha family members will last forever.

As for Master Toby, he’s enjoying life as an Apex predator. However, something tells me an Alpha like him will want to subjugate other faggots sexually or otherwise in the future.

One reason why was the story he told me about a faggot that serves his school football team.

I used a faggot at my football club to polish balls and feet and he always cleans the changing rooms and stuff and buys us food and shit like that. We bully it and it cleans our sweaty feet and make him do humiliating things like lick the shower drains. Honestly one of the best things we ever done, was we all took this pair of Calvin boxers home and came on it separately and shaved our balls, so they were like dirty cunstained boxer with our ball hair shaved in it and we watched him clean it with his tongue and he still wears them today.

Once an Alpha has a taste for faggot worship and service, it’s hard to forget.

Dear Sam, I am fascinated by chastity and cages, and I plan to find a Master who cages me permanently because I feel it’s the right thing to do. I would like to give up cumming completely and for good, as I think that kind of pleasure must be felt by Men only. I understand though that for health reasons it is advisable to be ”emptied” from time to time. Is there a way to get emptied without feeling the slightest pleasure? I would hate feeling pleasure, it would be like betraying the Master and the chastity philosophy. Please let me know what you think!

Brother, yes there is a way to expel semen without an official orgasm. The process is called “milking”. You or your Alpha can insert a finger into your anus and feel forward until you find the prostate. Then you press on the prostate, which will then allow semen and seminal fluid to be released. This can sometimes be pleasurable, but most of the time the faggot feels nothing but a slight pressure in the area. 

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!

What is a “Zaddy”?

Urban dictionary defines it this way:

A guy who’s attractive and fashionable, with swag and sex appeal.

Sounds pretty damned Alpha to me!

Every Man with a sense of fun is going to want to parade around in this instant classic now on sale in the Hierarchy store!

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This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!

Easily one of the most electrifying true stories posted here over the last two years involved Master Dino, a dark and violent straight Apex Alpha, and a faggot named Jamie who taught him the true meaning of worship and eventually became Master Dino’s fag wife. Readers all around the world were inspired by Jamie’s brave and total submission to this God-Man, and Master Dino’s jaw-dropping letters were so intoxicatingly incendiary that they needed to have a warning label attached to them.

I have received probably one message a week since they went quiet a few months ago begging for more information about the pair. When we last left off, Master Dino had discovered that his teenage son Chad was also Alpha and subsequently allowed his faggot to service his son. That was one hell of a brutal way to stop a story of this magnitude! My readers (and I as well) were starving for more information.

There were scant details I would receive every so often. One thing I know about involved a tragedy in Master Dino’s family that caused him to lay low for a couple of months. Every so often Jamie would drop a note promising an update that would never come.

Well, it finally arrived, and it’s an incredible update!

Hey sam,  i have THE best ManGod ever! After the last few weeks (or months) i truly thought maybe my eternal positivity had gotten me in trouble. When the Master asked me if i’d be able to serve both He and His son until all Chad’s unfinished business was cleared away i chirped that it would be no problem at all. Always happy when I can do ANYTHING to please Daddy, i really didn’t consider it in detail. The consequences of that put a real strain on my body and brain. (Hehehe, there WERE many wonderful rewards for this happy yet worn faggot.)  But I truly am not a whining cunt. i just wanted to speak to the exhausted thing one last time.

The very day Chad moved into His new pad and His new life Daddy said, “Get 2 changes of clothes for us, and… oh yeah, c’mon over here.” He told me I had been a good boy, that i’d performed my duties above expectations, and then my owner told me He loved me more than He believed was possible. By this time i was on my knees hugging my God’s thigh while pressing my face against His crotch,  hoping to simply smell His AWESOME junk. He stroked my cheek a moment and then i heard the musical sound of His zipper and  He said, playfully, “Why don’t you empty My nuts, cunt.) God,i LOVE the way His nuts smell, the way His dick tastes, the way He makes me feel. Then He must’ve looked at a clock because He commanded me to hurry or we’d be late. For what i didn’t know but i quickly sped up sliding up to the head of His Manhood and down to the ‘root’, as He calls it. Then He cursed the fact that we were rushed and grabbed my hair. He pulled me off His pole, turned my head up toward Him and told me to ‘make Him cum–now.’ He was referring to the 2 things i can do for Him that will immediately force Him to pump his load into His cumhole. He only wants me to use those ‘tricks’ in an emergency so i wondered what was up as I positioned myself to administer the ‘treatment’. Within 30 seconds of my attention I felt His rockhard dick expand and grow just a tiny bit more and then came familiar pulsing of His dick as His thick yummy cum flooded my mouth and He fucking slammed His dick down my throat and held a death grip on my head as he fed His faggot’s body and nourished its soul. Of course, when i felt His first 2 ropes of cum hit the back of my throat this faggot started trembling and He made me orgasm, as He does almost every time His sacred seed is pumped into either of my holes.

Man, im sorry. i only meant to tell you i discovered that we were late to get the plane that took us to a tropical location where the ruler of my world ordered me to rest. Its been an amazing week. Daddy had hired a local couple as servants and neither of us had to do a thing except relax. Of course, because it is an essential of life to Daddy and to me, I was, happily, his daily (hehehe, or hourly) cum dump. Damn, i’m SO proud to be the receptacle of all His bodily fluids, ESPECIALLY His cum. And He did the sweetest thing. Daddy was determined that i should be as idle as possible, moving only when absolutely needed so He had arranged for a padded leather swing to be hung in a room so that He could fuck me and i wouldn’t have to move! He could flip me, raise and lower it for His comfort and he pampered me, spoiled me, fucked and filled me, and made sure i was comfortable, happy, and that my pussy and my ‘cocksuck’ were kept well supplied with His cum.

We are going home tomorrow, where my Savior tells me He has yet another surprise for His faggot fuckhole. He knows His possession. He knows I HATE leaving any decent beach so He’s done something else so leaving won’t be as much of a downer. i am loved and owned by THE greatest MAN to ever grace this world. Daddy is planning to tell you the rest of the Story of Chad before next week. I will say these weeks with Chad have been wonderful. Its only months away but the next son is 16 soon enough and the teaching, the service and guidance start all over again. Right now, in this moment and beyond all my focus and desire will be to serve ONLY my Husband and His desires, needs, and habits. i no longer need to divide my attentions or my energies. It’s nice being able to TOTALLY devote my mind and body to my Awesome God once more. BTW if my surprise at home is especially kicking, ill let you know what it is. Now i gotta go and ask my ManGod for several of those fluids mentioned above. i’ve really had a craving for His ball sweat. 

See ya brother!

faggot jamie 

From what I’ve come to know about Master Dino through his writings to me so far, this seems like a major leap forward! The attention to detail doesn’t surprise me at all, but the affection shown here for his property is absolutely breathtaking. Essentially, a straight Apex Alpha owes nothing to the faggots he owns, so Master Dino needed to do nothing for Jamie after months of tireless service. BUT HE DID IT ANYWAY.

I cannot imagine the high Jamie feels right now after being treated like a princess in a tropical paradise by a god-like superhuman Apex predator like Master Dino! What an undeserved privilege!

Thank you to my brother Jamie for this most memorable update!

The enigmatic Master David (@DavidTentwoone), who I intend to profile in the next week, released this fascinating tweet early this morning.

This is an interesting lesson! I’m intrigued by Alphas who use milking as a teaching tool.

Masters Nick, Matt, and Jin milk their faggots themselves, and it teaches their faggots humility and a reliance on their Alpha for relief.

Hi, 
i am a slave to a completely superior dominant Master, who is definitely gay. i exist to serve Him. Am I also a faggot? 

Yes you are the walking, talking definition of a faggot.

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Hello Sam 
Thank you so much for the wonderful material and excellent website you provide through the great work! 
I am Billy, 48 years old faggot from Europe. I am a total faggot and aware of it. I serve a younger Alpha male on a regular basis. He is 30  and happily partnered to a long-time boyfriend. So secrecy and discretion add some horny feelings to our interaction. He controls my body and mind. I am happy to be caged for Him and to meet Him in luxurious hotel rooms which I pay of course. He refuses to be called a Findom which is totally right as the money I spend is invested  for common pleasure and mutual benefit.
So till recently I was glad and proud that a handsome young guy got interested in educating an older faggot. Moreover we had some social interaction as well. No friendship really, just a perfect match faggot-master. 
Unfortunately, when He told me about adopting a kid with his partner in order to found a nice family,  my clit suddenly stopped to move and my devotion and obedience faded away.  I couldn’t connect the idea of my Master, strong and superior man used to arrogance and strict attitudes with the picture of a loving daddy… It blocked me at any level of submission. I was used to swallow his loads and drink his piss… I was used to give Him massage and proper devotion.  All that new ‘adoption kid story’ made my submission collapse. I’ve asked Him for a break to reflect on the situation. I’m a true faggot and I only perceive Alphas as agressive and lonely leaders not involved in baby caring ! I am very sad about my feelings and am thinking more and more of terminating this relationship as my inner sexual identity is to serve superior males,  but not respectful heads of families… 
 
Thanks a lot for reading – faggot billy

Brother, that’s a shame you feel that way. A family is nothing more than a small society, and Alphas lead families just like they lead societies. You’re allowing your ALPHA FETISH to overwhelm and destroy your ALPHA SERVICE. What an incredibly sad thing.
 
Our most powerful Men have deep needs to procreate, raise children to carry on their name and legacy. Gay Alphas, of course, can’t make children by natural means, so adoption or surrogacy is the answer to satisfy that desire. It doesn’t make him less of a Man for having that desire, it makes him MORE of a Man.
 
The fact that you can only see your fetish version of an Alpha rather than the true Man is something very misguided. You are going to throw away service to an amazing younger dominant Alpha because he suddenly doesn’t meet up with your exact fantasy? Think about how sad that sounds!
 
You seriously need to think about what you’re doing. You have only a few cards left in your hand at this stage of your fag life … I suggest you wield them with much more care and thoughtfulness. 

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Hi Sam, I’m Néstor and I’m 15 years old, mexican.
Let me describe myself first, as the title says, I’m a quite short (just 5’3ft), white and skinny faggot. Unfortunately my dick’s 6 inches when hard (when soft it’s small hehe), I just wish it was smaller, tiny! What can I do to solve this? because I know real alpha men prefer clits than cocks around my size!
Also I was wondering if we’re, short faggots, more appreciated among horse-cocked tall alphas because our leak and feminine height, are we?
I haven’t been fucked yet but I want a tall horse-cocked alpha to take out my pussy’s virginity (which is quite pink and really, really tight like I just can barely put one of my thin fingers in :P)
And, if I get an alpha master, how do I please him correctly?

Hi little brother! I wouldn’t worry about your little dick, but if it bothers you, putting it in chastity will shrink it. As for being tiny, YES Alphas love little eager faggots like you! They like tossing you around and picking you up like a dog with a chew toy!

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This is part of a continuing series chronicling an Apex Alpha who calls himself Colorado Alpha, and his faithful faggot slave. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!

Human history is glutted with poems, books, statues, and songs honoring great and powerful Men. Such is the effect of being in the presence of such physics-bending, larger-than-life figures and the times they rule that poets, sculptors, and lyricists are moved to memorialize them in art.

For the faggots fortunate to serve these greatest of Men, the encounters are life-changing moments akin to touching the finger of God. And, like artisans of old, these faggots are often moved to tribute their Masters in words of devotion so stripped bare and primal that they speak to the everlasting.

Such is the case with Bryan, a faggot that has faithfully served Colorado Alpha for the last three-and-a-half years. He was so profoundly moved by his Master recently that he decided to pen an ode to honor this great Apex Alpha of the West. Here it is in its entirety:

It was late in the evening and Colorado Alpha wanted a massage.

We were in his dimly lit bedroom, music was playing softly in the background, and Colorado Alpha was relaxing face down on his bed.  He was almost naked, stripped down to only his boxer briefs and socks. As his dedicated beta boy, I knew it was my duty to obey his request for a massage. I also knew how much he deserved one.   He had been working very hard lately, at the gym, at his job, and even helping in the community. This man deserved some appreciation and worship, and I was happy to be the one to give it to him.

In the dim light of his bedroom, I marveled at his beautiful masculine body.  Colorado Alpha was over 6 feet tall and over 210 lbs of muscle. By comparison I was only 5’4 and 125 lbs of little beta boy. I climbed on top of him, straddling his muscular back.  As small as I was, I felt even smaller when I was straddling his athletic body.  

I began the massage slowly, moving my hands down his strong back.  With each touch, I paused, feeling the warmth of his skin as my hands slowly began to connect to the energy of his body. I noticed that his back had grown more muscular than ever, reflecting all the hours that he had been working at the gym.   I took my time massaging him, focusing on relaxing and healing all these growing muscles of his strong back. 

It felt good to go slow and let my hands bond with his body again.  I had been craving some physical contact with my Master for a while now.   We had been spending a lot of time together in public, where I always had to ignore the growing urge to rub his muscular body and suppress the perpetual longing to feel his powerful touch.  Now, alone in his bedroom, I could finally give in to my instincts and enjoy the powerful physical connection with my Master. 

Being able to massage Colorado Alpha’s body was such a blessing to me.  As I continued to rub his muscular back, I thought back to a couple years ago when he first began to demand massages from me.  At the time, I had always resisted the orders, feeling resentful that he was trying to control me.   I laughed to myself now, thinking about how much my attitude had changed over the years.   Now I loved the opportunity to feel, touch, kiss, and lick every inch of his perfect masculine body.  

After thoroughly massaging my Master’s back, I began to work on his muscular shoulders. I found myself growing aroused.  His strong shoulders had always been one of the highlights of his impressive physique, but lately they were sexier than ever.  He had been working out at the gym almost every day, and his shoulders had grown impressively in proportion to his dedication. 

As I continued to work down his arms, I considered how very lucky I was.   Colorado Alpha had also been allowing me to join him at the gym the last few months.  I understood that this was an enormous act of generosity, as not many Apex Alpha’s would allow their small weak beta’s to work out with them.  I tried to demonstrate my appreciation through my dedication.  I had yet to miss a single workout. I worked hard at getting stronger, obeying his orders at the gym, and doing as my Alpha commanded.  Working out with Colorado Alpha had quickly become the highlight of my days.

I had also begun to discover that I would succumb to a state of perpetual lust whenever I worked out with my Apex Alpha.   I believe that after years of wrestling and getting raped by my Master, my body had learned to immediately respond to the pheromones that he released during weightlifting.  As I slowly massaged his strong thick arms, I thought of all the times that I had watched his biceps pump at the gym while he curled heavy weights. I remembered how aroused I would get watching his triceps swell as he led me through a series of different arm exercises.  I recalled how powerful the longing had been to reach out and touch his beautiful Alpha muscles while he lifted heavy weights that I could never even imagine lifting.  I continued to massage him, working my way down his strong forearms to his manly hands, and back up.  After all these years, massaging my Master was no longer a burden, it was a blessing.  It felt incredible to touch the muscles that I had been lusting after at the gym day after day.

I worked my way back up to his shoulders, and took some time slowly massaging his neck and the back of his scalp.  Colorado Alpha always smelled so good.  I kissed the back of his neck and massaged my way down his strong muscular back again.   I was keeping my face pressed against his body now, slowly breathing his scent.  I could already tell that his Alpha pheromones were beginning to activate a deepening state of submission within me.      

My hands rubbed their way further down his back, and then I began massaging his strong glutes through his underwear.  It felt so good to be able to rub and massage my Master here.   All the squats and leg presses that he had been doing were making his ass stronger and hotter than ever. I worked down his legs, recalling all the different leg days we had done together at the gym.  I thought back to all the various exercises that we had performed, and I remembered watching his every move with a combination of admiration and sexual desire.   Working out with my Alpha gave the added benefit that now I understood which muscles needed extra massage attention because I had been working all the same muscles with him.   

I rubbed my way down his legs until I reached his feet.   Colorado Alpha still had his gym socks on.  As I began to massage his feet through his socks, the lust and desire began to increase within me.  I could sense my self control beginning to slip away, and moments later my face was buried in his feet.   I breathed deep the scent of my Master.  Colorado Alpha’s sweaty gym socks smelled amazing to me. The lust surged through me as my body immediately recognized the scent of my Master.  It was the scent of the man that had owned me for years.   My cock was instantly hard.  

Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to peel away his gym socks.  The feeling of anticipation was incredible as inch by inch, his bare feet were revealed to me. Colorado Alpha has perfect feet. It felt so good to touch and kiss and rub them.  And then my face was immediately back on his bare feet, rubbing them against my face as I took in his scent.  A sense of primal desire was overriding any rational thought as my body began to submit to my Master. 

I worshiped Colorado Alpha’s perfect feet for a while and gradually worked my way back up his powerful  legs.  I paused for a bit, rubbing my face on his amazing ass as I massaged his muscular glutes.  I continued my way up his body, massaging his back, arms, shoulders, neck, and scalp all over again.   Then I climbed off of him and asked him to turn over.   

Now Colorado Alpha was on his back.   I once again straddled his athletic body, this time over his chest. His eyes were closed, and I paused for a moment to marvel at how incredibly handsome this man was.   I remembered the first day when we had met, over three and a half years ago.  My first thought had been “Wow, he is really good looking!”   That feeling of attraction had not diminished over the years.  Instead, each day he had grown more handsome and attractive to me.   I thought about how lucky I was to be his boy, how incredibly fucking amazing it was that I belonged to the hottest man I knew!!!

I started by massaging his temples.   A look of peace overtook his handsome face.   I lightly stroked his facial hair, and briefly put my lips on his lips for a moment.  A memory came back of the first night that we met.   He had lifted my little body up, pinned me against the wall, forced his tongue past my lips, and aggressively raped my mouth with his.  Colorado Alpha is one of the best kissers in the world. I was his property that very first moment he laid his hands on my body and his mouth on mine, over three and a half years ago. 

I slid my straddle further down his muscular body.  Now I was sitting on his lap.  I could feel the bulge of his cock underneath my body, straining against my ass through his  underwear.  I felt him swell slightly and my body began to react to the feeling of his growing cock pressing against my ass.   My body knew that his Alpha cock belonged inside my hole.  But I had to focus.  I was still taking care of my Alpha, and he deserved the best massage that I could give him.   

I began to massage his strong muscular chest and remembered all the times lately that I had been his spot at the gym when he did bench presses.  I recalled the feeling of being simultaneously impressed, aroused, and intimidated as he easily benched weights that would crush me.   Colorado Alpha is such a strong and athletic man, I felt so lucky to have the opportunity to rub and massage his pecs.  I worked his nipples lightly with my tongue and paused for a moment to bury my face in his muscular bare chest.  It felt so calming and natural to nuzzle my face in my Master’s strong chest.  

I started to massage his shoulders again, and my body could no longer control itself.  I instinctively buried my face in his sweaty armpit.  It was such a rush!  The entire world vanished as I took in Colorado Alpha’s scent.  His pheromones erased all thought and logic from my mind as I breathed deep the scent of my Master.  My body was immediately triggered to submit and surrender to this powerful and superior Apex Alpha. After all the years of training me, raping me, and using me, my body and brain were finely tuned to his exact scent.  I was owned on a biological and cellular level.    

Eventually I pried my face away from the bliss of his sweaty armpits and refocused on massaging my Master. But I was fighting a losing battle now.  It would only be a matter of time before I could no longer fight the lustful instinct to submit to him on a primal sexual level.  

I massaged my way down his arms and back to his hands.   I took extra time as I worked his hands now and more flashes to the gym filled my mind .  I remembered all the times standing over him, spotting him, watching his strong manly hands grip the bar with a powerful Alpha force.  I slowly massaged his hands, his palms, each of his fingers.  It felt strangely intimate, triggering an even stronger physical connection.  Yet it also triggered a greater sense of submission as I sensed how small my weak hands felt in his strong Alpha palms.   

As I worked my way back up his arms, to his shoulders and back to his pecs, it was getting difficult to think clearly.   My mind was overwhelmed with sexual desire and a powerful instinct to submit to my Alpha’s body.  I licked his nipples again.  I slowly kissed my way down his chest, down his stomach, until my face reached his lap.  And as I rubbed my face in his lap, my mind went completely red.  I could feel his hard cock straining through his underwear, pressing against my face.   I took a deep breath and my cock was instantly hard again.  I recalled all the times Alpha had held my face in his lap for extended periods of time while he watched movies.  “Scent training,” he had called it.  Yes, my body was trained to recognize and respond to his scent, and his scent alone.  I was his.  I was all his.  His hard cock, the epitome of his Apex Alpha nature, was rubbing against my face, separated by a mere thin strip of fabric.  

But I couldn’t let myself get distracted.   Not yet.   I had a duty to finish massaging my Master.  He deserved to have every inch of his muscular athletic body loved, worshiped, and appreciated.  As I massaged my way back down his strong legs, I reflected on how thankful I was to still belong to this man after all these years.   

I made it back to his perfect feet.   By now, I was transforming from his dedicated beta boy into his horny lustful faggot slave.   I was completely in love with his beautiful feet and could not control my desires.  I licked my tongue up and down his bare feet, sucking each of his toes, cleaning every inch of gym sweat off.  I was so blinded by lust now, so mesmerized by his perfect feet.  It felt so amazing to be so close to such an intimate and private part of my Alpha. I felt so submissive, subservient, and owned.  There have been so many times that I have looked at Colorado Alpha in public, at the gym, or when he is teaching a class, and thought about how many times this amazing man had put his beautiful feet in my mouth.   I felt like the luckiest boy in the world.

By the time his feet had been thoroughly worshipped by my mouth and tongue, the last remnants of my self control were completely obliterated.  I climbed back up his body and greedily rubbed my face in the bulge of his underwear.  His cock was very hard and I was desperate to taste it. I licked and sucked it through the fabric, taking in more of his scent, before finally freeing his cock from the confines of his underwear.  As I slid his boxer briefs off, his cock sprung up, standing rock hard and so erect.  My mouth was instantly on his beautiful cock.   I licked him slowly, up and down the shaft.  I seductively slid the head of his cock into my mouth.  As I sucked and licked his tool, I began to taste his precum.  My body immediately recognized his semen and reacted to each drop.  It knew the power of his Alpha seed and what it could do to my own beta body.  

I loved Colorado Alpha’s cock.  I was completely in love with his cock. I had been for years. I made love to his big hard cock with my mouth.  I worked up and down his tool, deep throating it, gagging on it, choking on it. Enjoying and loving every inch of it.  I licked his heavy cum-filled balls until they were dripping with my spit.  I was insatiable.  I couldn’t get enough.  I felt so happy, so content, so complete with my face in Colorado Alpha’s lap and his hard cock deep down my throat.  I was doing what I was meant to do.  I was doing what I was designed to do.  I was doing what I was put on this planet to do. Knowing that my mouth was bringing this incredible man sexual pleasure filled me with a powerful sense of meaning. My Master’s cock was rock hard and throbbing in my mouth, and my submission to him felt like the most natural and healthy thing in the world.  In these blinding  moments of sexual passion,  I wanted nothing more in life than to suck and worship his big beautiful cock, and swallow his delicious loads, every single day for the rest of my life.  

But Colorado Alpha had other plans.  His cock was hard and he was ready to rape his beta boy.  He grabbed me by the hair,  pulled me up, and then flipped me over onto my stomach.  His control of my body with such ease reminded me again how small I was compared to this big strong horny man.   He climbed on top of me and I felt the warmth as he spit onto my hole.   My body began to tingle as the saliva from my Master dripped into my body.   The tingling grew to electricity as I felt the heat from his hard wet cock slowly rubbing against my crack.  

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he whispered into my ear, fully knowing that it didn’t matter what I wanted.  

“Yes Alpha,” I murmured.  “Please fuck me”

His athletic body felt so strong and powerful on top of me.  I began to squirm underneath him to see if I could get away, but I couldn’t.  He had full control of me as he held me down.  I really understood in these moments that I was completely helpless.  There was nothing I could do to stop this muscular Apex Alpha.   He was rock hard, horny, and my body belonged to him.  Slowly, Colorado Alpha began pressing his hard cock against my hole.  I once again tried to move but he held me tight in place.  There was no escape now.  

I thought back to the earlier years, when Colorado Alpha had first begun raping my hole.  I would cry from the pain, desperately squirming underneath him, begging him to stop.  Of course, even then he was relentless, and nothing would make him stop.   How different it was for me nowadays. I no longer resisted.  As his cock pressed in, forcing entry, my body immediately recognized him and reacted.  My back arched up, almost against my will, begging him to enter.   I was tight.   So tight that his big manly cock barely fit in my small beta body and my little hole.   But Colorado Alpha made it fit.  And as soon as I felt his warm hardness deep inside me, I was lost in a sea of pure bliss.   My Master was home inside me.  The void was finally filled.  I was whole and complete.  

Colorado Alpha started slowly, persistently stretching my tight beta pussy with his big hard cock.  He held me tight and there was nothing I could do but feel every inch of him inside me.  Gradually my hole adjusted to the presence of my Alpha’s cock as he marked my body as his territory once again.  

He slowly started fucking me.  I began to lose myself in pleasure as I felt the weight of his strong athletic frame on top of me.  There was no more thought, only feeling.  The feeling of his muscular arms around me.  The feeling of heat from his warm skin against mine.   The feeling of power as his strong hips drilled into my beta body.  And the feeling of pure submission as his hard bare cock throbbed deep inside me. 

“Who’s pussy is this?” he asked, whispering in my ear. 

“It’s yours, Alpha,” I managed to whisper back between the rhythmic thrusts of his hips.  “All yours.”

And my pussy really was all his. Colorado Alpha was the only man to fuck me in years.  He was the only man to ever breed me.   My body and my hole belonged to him.   But he wasn’t just my Master.  He was my best friend too.  I felt so connected to him, especially now that his cock was inside me.  And somehow that made it feel so much safer and hotter to completely surrender to him.    

Alpha was gradually fucking me harder, but he was in no rush.   I could tell this was going to be a long fuck.  Once again I tried to squirm against him, but once again my struggles were futile.  He was so much bigger and stronger than me. He bore down even harder on my small little body.   I was completely his property and we both knew it.   He held me tight, wrapping his muscular arm around my neck, controlling my breathing.   He covered my face with the same strong hands that I had admired gripping those barbells at the gym.  He forced his fingers into my mouth, penetrating my body even more, inciting an even deeper level of submission.   

Holding my body tightly, Alpha flipped us over so he was on his back.   I was on his lap, reclined back against his chest, and his cock was still buried inside me.  He was thrusting his hips up into me, driving his big cock even deeper inside.  He held me tightly and impaled my body down onto his manhood.  Even underneath me, he was still in complete control.   He was maneuvering my arms, controlling my breath, and dominating my life.  I was so helpless against this Apex Alpha’s superior strength and power.  

As he penetrated me in this position, it reminded me of one of the first times Colorado Alpha had breeded me. I was still not used to bottoming yet and so he had commanded me to make myself cum while he fucked me in this position. My patient Alpha had fucked me slow and steady as I stroked myself. As my cock grew harder, each thrust of his cock began to feel better and hotter. Then Colorado Alpha began making out with me. The simultaneous sensation of his hard bare cock swelling inside my hole and the taste of his hot breath and wet tongue in my mouth had sent me over the edge. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve had, and the first time I had ever cum with a cock inside my hole. It was a pivotal experience that forever bonded my body to Colorado Alpha’s and trained my hole to belong to his cock. It is funny to remember how much I used to hate bottoming when we began our journey. Now, as I sat on his lap and rode his hard cock, all I could think of was how blissful it felt. My own orgasms were the farthest thing from my mind, all I cared about was how whole and complete I was with my Master’s cock inside me.

Colorado Alpha eventually pulled out and manhandled my little body like a ragdoll.   He put me on my back, grabbed my legs, and dragged me to the edge of the bed.  I was so small, so helpless.   He lifted my legs to his shoulders and stood above me, looking down at me as he slid that big perfect cock back inside my hole.  

Now as he fucked me, I could see his naked muscular body at work.  That same athletic body that I had consistently watched take aggression out on weights, was now taking aggression out on my ass.  I watched his handsome face as he owned me.  He looked down at me with lust in his beautiful eyes.  And as he fucked me harder, I recognized the look of domination that overcame his face.  In a swift and unexpected move, Colorado Alpha lifted his leg and put his sweaty foot on my face.

My body went into overdrive with unrestrained sexual desire.  I lost all control.   I was licking and sucking his beautiful foot.  I was looking up at his handsome face, into his mesmerizing eyes, while he pounded my hole harder.  I was a complete faggot slave to my Master.   And it felt incredible.   I wanted nothing more in life than to be his complete sexual whore and serve all his dirtiest, roughest, sexual needs.   The feelings of submission that overcame me were extreme, but I could not resist them.  I had been lusting after this man for years, but in this moment I wanted him more than ever before. 

My Master pulled out and lifted my small body off the bed.  He laid me on my back on the carpet and raised my legs so my hips and ass were in the air.  Then Alpha squatted down over me and slid his fat throbbing cock back into my tight pussy.  He fucked me harder and harder as he squatted over me, and then once again he put his foot on my face.  I really couldn’t get enough.  I was in bliss as he used and abused me.  I was his dirty gay faggot.  I was his slutty girl whore.  I was his personal cumdump sex object. It felt depraved, wild, and kinky.  But somehow it also felt natural, secure, and calming.   I was his.  I was completely his.  As he raped my pussy on the floor of his bedroom with his foot in my face, I knew on a deep primal level that I completely belonged to this amazing man.  And that was the best feeling in the world.  

We moved through so many positions.  Colorado Alpha fucked me long and hard.  His stamina was unparalleled.  Eventually I was back on my stomach on the bed and he was on top of me.  He pinned me down, penetrated my hole, and infiltrated my body.   He was fucking me hard now, getting more aggressive as he unleashed his true primal Alpha nature.  He started spanking my ass while he raped me.  When I cried out he only hit my ass harder.  He grabbed my balls and squeezed until I was crying.   He used his perfect feet to grab my ankles and spread my legs apart, penetrating me even deeper.   He was getting rougher and harder. He was choking me again, bringing me just to the edge, sometimes even slightly past it. When I came to, he was biting down on my shoulder with his sexy mouth, and when I screamed he covered my mouth with his hand and bit down even harder.   The next day, I would proudly look at the bruise on my arm in the shape of his mouth and remind myself how lucky I was to belong to this man.  It was the mark of Colorado Alpha’s ownership.

My Master was fucking me even harder and rougher now.  He was completely owning me.  I felt so helpless and exposed in these moments.   After three and a half years, this man knew everything about me. He was my Master, but he was also my Best Friend.   I was not just physically naked.  My entire soul was exposed to him.  Slowly, over the years, Colorado Alpha had knocked down all of my walls and forced his way inside me. He could see me, every part of me, and he could also see right through me. He saw every part of me that I hid from the rest of the world. There was nothing that I could hide from my Master, no part of me that he couldn’t see. He was not just penetrating my hole, he was penetrating my entire being.  

And it felt incredible.  It was amazing to be so open, so exposed,  and so owned by my best friend and my Master.   The feeling of submission was beyond words.  I was not only surrendering my body and my hole to Colorado Alpha,  I was surrendering my heart and my soul to him as well.   

He was getting extremely rough now.  He forced my small body down, fucking me faster, longer, and harder.  I could feel the sweat from his muscular chest drip down my back.  I could feel his hot wet breath in my ear.  I could feel his rough beard rubbing against my cheek.   I knew he was reaching the  heights of sexual pleasure.   And I knew that despite his aggression, despite any pain, it was not my place to resist.  It was my place to submit to my Master.  It was my Purpose to FEEL this muscular Alpha Stud pound his masculine sexual energy into my little beta body.  And it was also my place to be grateful for every second of it.  In these moments, I knew that I was fulfilling my purpose in the world.  I intuitively understood that I had been designed to take the unrestrained sexual energy and abuse from an Apex Alpha.  The harder Colorado Alpha pounded me, the more I surrendered my body and soul to him.  The longer he fucked me, the more I surrendered my entire life over to this truly incredible man.  

Colorado Alpha was pounding me relentlessly and I knew there was no way to stop him now.  Nothing in the world can stop a true Apex Alpha as he begins to rut.  He began grunting aggressively and I felt the orgasm overtaking him.  It was almost a spiritual experience to feel my Master climaxing with his cock deep inside my body. I knew that I was fulfilling my Purpose in this world by surrendering my small body to his sexual needs and giving him this physical pleasure and release.  

As he pummeled my ass harder and harder with his big cock, grunting loudly in an escalating fury, he began to pound his hot wet load inside of me.  With each thrust of his cock, I knew he was shooting more his powerful Alpha seed deep inside my little beta body.  He shoots the biggest loads of anybody I know and as he continued thrusting, I began to feel the warm wet heat of his sticky seed inside my pussy.  His Alpha Essence was flooding my body, flooding my soul, impregnating me.  

Colorado Alpha began to slow down his thrusts, and that is when my body began to react to the feeling of his hot wet seed in my hole.   I began to tremble underneath him with excitement and lust. The most private part of my body was flooded with my Master’s cum. The trembling grew into a shudder, and the shuddering evolved into full uncontrollable shaking.  A strange full body orgasm began to overwhelm my body. 

Master Alpha was expecting this, even though it always came as a surprise to me.   He bore his weight on my body as I shuddered beneath him, wrapping his muscular arms tight around me.   He held on tight, so tight, as the world began to fade away from me, replaced with the rush of red hot lust as Colorado Alpha’s seed flooded my body and impregnated me. 

There is nothing like feeling true Apex Alpha seed flowing through me.  Over the next two days, the very essence of his Alpha masculinity would course through my arteries and veins, powering and energizing me.   The DNA and spiritual sexual energy of the hottest man I know, my best friend and Master, would flood into every cell of my body and activate me. His powerful superior male Seed would also continue to rewire my brain, triggering within me an even greater level of submission to Colorado Alpha.  In the upcoming days I would grow even more owned by him, feel more dedicated to him, and become more devoted to him than ever before.  

The shuddering of my body slowly began to slow, and the world began to return as the state of blinding red lust dissipated.  But as the rush from being impregnated by my King began to fade, a new sensation began to take hold. 

Gratitude. 

First I felt grateful for the feeling of Colorado Alpha’s warm seed inside me, the feeling of being knocked up by my best friend and Master. If I could, I would take all his loads, every single day, for the rest of my life. If only it were possible, I would have every one of his babies.

The gratitude persisted. I was thankful that Colorado Alpha had fucked me so long and hard this night.  I felt grateful for all the fuckings, for all the incredible rapings that he had given me over the years. 

Colorado Alpha was still holding me close and safe as my shuddering slowed to a stop. As I felt his muscles around me, I grew grateful for all the times he had let me join him at the gym. I knew what a big act of generosity it was for an Apex Alpha to permit a beta slave to work out with him.  He had done many significant things to help protect and improve my health lately.  I felt thankful that he kept me focused on my health and fitness, that he was getting me stronger, and that he was teaching me new things.  

I was also thankful for everything else he had taught me. He was not just improving my body, but also my mind. Over the years he had let me take several classes that he taught.  I had worked hard and studied and discovered something new that I was passionate about. Now he was even letting me help teach at some of his classes. He had also allowed me to join his volunteer groups and it felt amazing to be able to help my Master as he supported the community.  The world is really a better place because of men like Colorado Alpha. 
I felt blessed for every moment I could spend with this incredible Apex Alpha. I felt grateful for all the wrestling matches, all the dinners and happy hours, all the sleepovers, all the movie nights, all the times he held me close and safe in his strong arms.  I also realized how safe and protected my whole life was because of this man. He had always been there for me over the years.  He had taken care of me when I couldn’t take care of myself. He celebrated with me when I was happy and he listened to me when I was upset.  He gave me guidance and support when I was lost in life. He let me move into his spare property, he trusted me with his valuable possessions, and he gave me a new home.  He even introduced me to all of his friends and allowed me to step into his personal social circle. When I thought he wouldn’t have room for me in his world anymore, he instead carved out a perfect spot for me to fit in his life. 
My dedication to Colorado Alpha has continued to deepen in proportion to my gratitude. I have grown completely committed to my Master. My dedication has become unshakable. It is my place and my Purpose to be there to serve and support my Apex Alpha.

It is a true blessing to have Colorado Alpha in my life.  He is the best man I know. He is my Master.   He owns my body and my hole.  He is also my Best Friend. He owns my heart and my soul.  I know that I am the luckiest beta boy in the whole world to belong to this incredible man.  My gratitude can not be put into words. 

As the trembling and the blinding lust faded, the gratitude persisted. The best man I know was naked on top of me, his Alpha seed slowly absorbing into my body. He held me close as I felt three and a half years of appreciation surge through my heart and mind and body.

“Thank you, Alpha,” I whispered. 

He nodded, squeezed me tight, and collapsed on top of me.  I felt the weight of his sweaty muscular body pin me down underneath him.  I was naked, helpless, vulnerable, and owned.   And I was more grateful to this incredible man than I could ever express. 

I slowly fell asleep under Colorado Alpha, knowing that I was exactly where I belonged. And knowing that I was the luckiest beta boy in the whole world.

Thank you, Colorado Alpha. 

What an honor it is to publish such a loving, grateful, and purpose-affirming ode to one of the legendary figures of this site and our world! It’s not just a loving description of the power of Apex Alphahood, but also a testament to why faggots surrender their lives in the service of these Men.

Believe me – there is nothing else like it!

I can feel the same vibration in Bryan’s words that I often felt after satisfying some of the Apex Alphas I’ve served, this completeness that seemed to connect me in that moment to the harmony of nature and the divine.

I thank my brother Bryan for sharing this, and for Colorado Alpha inspiring it!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

This is akin to a cat rubbing itself against a wall or tree, marking its territory. The Alpha here literally smears his cock and balls all over the faggot’s face, even covering its nose with his balls! The scent will remain with it for life!

I receive messages like this almost daily. I go through the struggle of this site and producing content for these ones.

When I hear my efforts are helping another person, I am renewed again!

It doesn’t matter how cute it is or how well built it is.

In the end, it’s still just a faggot.

Born to serve. Made to kneel and suck dick. Created by Nature to be fucked and bred.

By humbling ourselves, we discover this truth. By submitting to this truth, we discover our purpose.

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Like a dog in heat.

That’s the effect the scent and taste of a Man has on a faggot. It is effortless ownership.

There is no lust more powerful in human sexuality.

Notice how the other Men just watch in silent recognition as the Alpha is serviced by the restroom faggot?

HierarchyIsTruth!

Brother @RuslanAngelo is the world’s greatest living faggot. Period.

GOD @SRhyheim holds his head like a basketball while fucking him, but keeps serving.

He eats black Alpha ass while being fucked on his back, keeps serving.

He’s split apart like a gymnast. Keeps serving. ❤️

This is how faggots truly serve Men! Completely surrender to their will and their needs!

This is a thread following an extraordinary 21-year-old straight Alpha named Eric and the enslavement of his friend Nick. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Things mostly sucked in 2020, but on the site it was a banner year full of mindblowing true stories. One of my very favorite stories of last year involved a straight Alpha named Eric who was, when I met him, struggling with the news that his best friend was in love with him. After I coached him, Master Eric took his best friend Nick and began using him as a faggot. It was an extraordinarily brave exhibition of pure Alpha power, especially considering that Master Eric had a pregnant girlfriend at home and a burgeoning family.

Then, suddenly, Master Eric disappeared. He didn’t answer my repeated emails. I thought something bad had happened, or worse, that Master Eric wasn’t real. Of course, there have been quite a few Men and faggots who have disappeared on me after appearing here, so I’ve grown accustomed to the abandonment. I was just especially sad because Master Eric had so freely shared much of his life and ruminations on his Alphahood. He was special to me.

Well, the other day I received a surprise email from Master Eric! I wanted to share it with you in order to reconnect everybody with this Alpha and his life now.

Hey, it’s Eric.  We exchanged email a few months ago.  When I wrote you I had fucked my former best friend.  I got a little spooked.  That’s my bad.  I think you’re pretty safe.  My girl doesn’t snoop in my phone or laptop either.  Like I mentioned before we have an understanding that she doesn’t need to know about who I fuck.  She knows who I am and I protect her feelings.  I miss her faggy brother though.  During his Christmas break he was an easy solution to my horniness.

My girl did give birth since I last emailed.  A daughter.  I went with the name Emma.  I didn’t want to know the gender and I think gender reveals are dumb.  My work is about to pick up and I’ll be away from home a lot.  I thought I’d want a boy more but Emma’s totally brought out my sweeter side. I even had my own skin-to-skin baby carrier.  Never thought I could get so whipped by a girl.

But other than her mom, my Mom, and my 2 older brother’s wives she’s in a male dominated family right now.  Her first cousins are all boys for now.

I didn’t fuck or get sucked for quite a while at first.  It eventually got the best of me though. That’s where my ex best friend came in handy. He left his girlfriend and moved out of the county.  It was kinda hard because there was a lot of fear and grief about it, and I had to pretend to know that I didn’t know why.  His girl confided with mine that he couldn’t even get erect with her anymore.  Maybe I was too brutal with him.  I was so pissed and I wanted him to suffer for it. 

Anyway, it dropped to less than 20 degrees today.  I’m trying to add another 2 rooms to this place with my kid brother. It was too damn cold but he wanted to.  It was his idea but then the more he talked I realized he was doing it in exchange for hoping I’d take him to urgent care out of the county. He thought he caught something from his girlfriend at school.  He wouldn’t just show me so I took him.  He just had harmless white bumps.  I guess that could be scary.  I’m honestly surprised he goes raw on her.  I did but he’s a lot smarter than I ever was.  I’ll probably end up buying her birth control behind her parents’ back.  

As always, Master Eric continues to be the Protector Alpha of those he knows, caring for their needs even serendipitously if necessary!

But even Protector Alphas have needs, and over the last few months he has been using his share of pussy.

There are always women too. I had a job back in February at a nearby college. It’s more expensive than Harvard and attracts a bunch of elite shitheads.  I expected just to be ignored or looked down on.  Fuck was I wrong. The girls acted like they were in mating season.  I did smash one at my hotel room the first night. It sounded like an exorcism.  That just makes me go harder. If she had wanted to get away toward the end she couldn’t have.  I had her legs pushed back and my whole weight holding her down. It’s funny coz they want what they get but they don’t expect it or have any idea what it’s really like until it’s over.

Then there were the college fags. They were thirsty af. It’s honestly more fun to fuck with them. It’s a different rush.  I was in this TA’s office. I was warned he acted bitchy. His face turned red when I came in. I took my long sleeve shirt off on purpose as I worked. He started asking me if I needed anything, can he get me something.  He tried so hard to make it look like he was working at the desk.  I pulled the bottom of my t-shirt up to wipe my face (I wasn’t sweating) and I thought he was gonna have a stroke.  I told him he doesn’t hide it really well.  I think it was a relief for him that I said something and wasn’t grossed out. I told him where I was staying. He was there by 5 p.m. Nervous as hell. It was another exorcism. All that bitchiness and nervousness melted right away. He got nervous again and asked if he could lay on me.  I usually wouldn’t do that but it was so… I don’t even have a word for it.  Looking at him curl up on my shoulder and put his arm across me just made me feel good. It was like he got what he had always wanted.

Girls are like that too but I expect them to be.

Anyway, Saturday breakfast is my job. I also gotta blend another batch of jars of baby food.

That was my idea.

I told you she whipped me.

“It was like he got what he always wanted.” What an incredible insight into the nature of faghood when made whole by the power of an Alpha!

I also love the little detail Master Eric adds about how he teased the faggot by wiping away imaginary sweat! This is something Alphas love to do when they know a faggot is watching them. There is almost no way a faggot can hide its craven lust from the gaze of a hunting Alpha.

Hopefully Master Eric will keep in touch regularly now that the drama has subsided. I love hearing from him!

This post is part of a thread chronicling the service of Ali, a 30-year-old faggot who has recently been caged and collared by an Apex Alpha named Master Logan. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I love it when faggots manage to finally find a perfect Master, one who embodies all of the qualities they’ve always dreamed about in a Man they could serve. That ideal always feels impossible until one day you find that Man standing over you, running his fingers through your hair and telling you that you’re his faggot. The emotions in that moment of destiny are often so overwhelming that a faggot is reduced to tears of joy.

And also poetic language.

I recently received a couple of emails from a faggot named Ali. He was speaking glowingly of his new Master, an Apex Alpha named Logan. I was so moved by what he wrote in one exchange that I asked if I could reproduce it on the website. Like any obedient faggot, Ali asked Master Logan for permission. After reading it, Master Logan refused the request.

Undaunted, I pleaded for a way to let me publish it. So Master Logan oversaw the editing out of a few personal details in what his faggot had written before giving me permission to publish it.

Here is what Ali wrote:

Sir Logan. He’s an alpha in every sense of the word. He has two collared fags, me included. He’s smart and curious and caring and knows exactly how to burrow into a fag’s mind until He has total control over it. The best 5 breedings of my life were easily all by Him. My first cunting was by Him. He cunted me and I couldn’t understand my feelings after he was done. It was so overwhelming. He has reached depths in my hole and throat no one else ever has. I laugh at people who say all men are equal and think they must have not seen a fag with his Alpha. They haven’t seen me lick His feet, lose myself in the smell of His armpits, choke on His dick, drink His piss, smile so wide after a brutal rut as He is shooting his cum in the cunt he owns and sleep so soundly knowing His DNA is inside me. That’s the closest a fag can ever be to a man, having Alpha DNA inside him. I’ve been collared by Him since December of last year and haven’t felt more whole or at peace ever before. Fags are made to be owned, now I understand. He owns me body and mind and I’m the luckiest fag I know.

Such a perfect and beautiful testament of not only a faggot’s deep devotion to its Owner, but also to the incredible power of an Alpha Male like Master Logan! Through the application of sheer power both physical and mental Master Logan was able to transform Ali into a prized and valuable possession, a faggot in the best possible way.

This worshipful “love letter” from a faggot to its god is the truest culmination of Hierarchy that Men can ever know. An Alpha and his faggot. A Master and his servant. Any Man who fancies himself to be truly dominant yet doesn’t own faggots like this is missing out on a valuable part of their Alphahood.

And any faggot who has never taken the chance to experience what Ali expresses above is missing out on the fullness of their submission.

I thank Master Logan and his faggot Ali for sharing their incredible example!