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!

This is part three of a three-part series of articles.

After my excited email of rejoicing over Alpha Eric’s face-fucking of his (former) friend Nick, I wondered what he would think about my encouragement to fuck his new faggot. Fortunately my answer (sort of ) arrived the next day:

I think I can be okay with this. 

What about the situation with his girl?  I do think he cares for her.  If I fuck him there’s no way he’ll be able to fuck her again.  I know that sounds insane and like I’m full of myself but it’s true.  My girl once told me that she’d never be able to cheat because she feels like she got put through a cross-fit session 3/4ths of the time. 

I’ve seen her faggot brother even look a little afraid.  As I mentioned, he broke it off with his boyfriend because he was trying to be the top when he cheated with me.  Sometimes I laugh until I snort when I imagine him trying to penetrate anything.

Alpha Eric was worried about Nick’s relationship with his girlfriend?? I was apoplectic. I couldn’t type a response fast enough:

Master,

None of that surprises or shocks me. Alphas like you are typically incredible fucks that totally destroy females and faggots forever. They are the unforgettable ones, the Men who own us forever.

I can’t believe you are concerned about his relationship with his girlfriend. I guess it’s a testament to your inherent goodness, Master. Here’s the thing you’re overlooking: his relationship is a sham. He’s misleading her every time he pretends to be a Man.

She’s heading for a fall, eventually. It might as well be now before they get married and have kids and then it explodes. I’ve seen these situations firsthand, and they are often sad. So many needless lies and regrets.
Better that you take ownership of Nick and breed him, Master. Not only will you increase in power Hierarchically, but you will give Nate the opportunity to experience the freedom of fulfillment.

So feel no regret. You are performing your duty as a King in our world, Master. Follow your instincts and you’ll know what to do.
Yours,
sam the faggot

I meant every word of that email. It is offensive that Nick has been lying to this girl with his embarrassing masquerade of Manhood. And don’t get me wrong – I was guilty of the very same thing until a powerful Alpha forced me to accept the truth. Therefore, I know what is right in natural Hierarchy, and what Men need to do about these kinds of situations.

Alpha Eric needed to fuck away all of the lies and deception.

The next day Alpha Eric gave me his answer: “I’m going to fuck him later today.”

To add more encouragement, I wrote this to him:

Master,
Thank you for taking up this Kingly duty! As the Protector Alpha you are, it is your Hierarchical duty to correct errors like this. 

Alphas should be the leaders they were born to be.
Faggots should be the cock slaves they were born to be.

You remember the scenario I laid out, right? I really think you need to get in his head and force him to understand his proper place, Master. He was born to worship Alphas like you. Make him kiss your feet and tell you “Thank you, Sir.”

For inspiration, watch this: https://fagsworshipalphas.com/im-a-faggot-daddy/. You might want to tell him to be cleaned out when he arrives.
You are going to restore order, Master. 

I’ve never been prouder of an Alpha than I am today of you, Master!

Later that night, I received this email from Alpha Eric confirming that he had, indeed, restored order in the Hierarchy:

This took a little longer but I’m amazed how early in the day it still is. I told my little brother and nephew I’d take them turkey hunting this morning. They like to learn from the best. We didn’t get shit tho.

Afterward we split. I had my brother drive my nephew back to our older brother’s house.  I went straight to Nick’s.  I was already amped up from stalking one of the hardest birds to sneak up on.

I don’t remember everything I said. But I know told him that he was first going to suck my dick then I was going to fuck him.  I thought he would resist more.  He didn’t say anything and got down on his knees.  I was already hard.  I made him suck and lick my balls first.  He was slow at first but started getting a little hungrier.  I made him look up at me.  When I was finished pushing his head down and making him gag and puke a little I made him do it himself while looking up at me.  There was so much spit it even had my balls soaked.  He held his head there on his own effort looking up, neck flexing from gagging, spit going out the sides of his mouth.  He didn’t break until I told him to.  His neck and throat are going to hurt like hell.

Then came the fun part.  He started resisting a little.  I reached my hand down the back of his shorts and started grazing his ass crack with my fingers.  It was a pitiful sight.  I asked him if he had any lubricant.  He had Vaseline.  I told him to go get it.  But I got him totally naked first so he wouldn’t try to escape. 

I made him go doggy.  I wouldn’t dignify that with missionary.  I thought I was pretty gentle going in.  I guess the thought of it was scary enough to him.  Sometimes I wouldn’t have anything but the head in and he’d be crying out.  I finally broke through the worst part.  I made him back his ass up on the rest of it.  All. The. Way. Down.  To my balls. 

His skin jiggled.  Thighs clapped.  It was like an earthquake.  I pushed him down flat and laid on top of him.  Put my forearm around his neck.  It was brutal.  For him.  He’d lay limp but I’d make him squirm just for my amusement.  I’d use my other hand to slap at his face if I didn’t think he was trying hard enough to get away.  All his might and he was just stuck there shaking. 

I cum so hard it hurt my cock.  I had him bear hugged when I cum so tight it’s a wonder I didn’t crush his ribs.  He got in the fetal position when I got off him and I saw his own little pool of jizz on the comforter. 

I washed my dick. Used the bathroom.  Put my hunting clothes back on.  We didn’t say a word before I went out the door. 

Since then I’ve been home.  The girlfriend’s got something slow cooking.  I did some target practice with a bow with my nephew to help him get his skills up.  He finally got some good shots in.  I gave him his kudos.  I have thought a little about what happened.  The girlfriend thinks I seem really relaxed.  I worried maybe I went too far.  

He no shit texted me and thanked me.  He was a little funny about how much he was hurting.  I did message back and ask him if he was okay – I mean, I don’t want him calling the cops on me and my DNA is probably all over his taint by now.  But he used the phrase that he was at peace.  I don’t know what to make of that.  I hope he’s not suicidal or anything.  I mean, despite everything, I wouldn’t want him to hurt himself.

Anyway, that’s that.  I’ll see how it goes from here. 

I just want to highlight these two thoughts from Nick after being rutted by an Alpha God for the first time:

“He thanked me” and he said “he was at peace.”

This is what an Alpha does for a faggot when he uses it aggressively, almost violently, and breeds it deeply. An Alpha’s rut obliterates any false pretenses of Manhood and forces the faggot to embrace its truth. Its purpose.

What Alpha Eric did to his former friend Nick is the same thing Alphas have done to subjugate faggots since the beginning of time. It is the ultimate power one Man has over other, lesser males.

So now Alpha Eric has completed the transformation of his friend through the power of his cock and the force of his rut. He has given permission to Nick to be the thing nature intended him to be all along.

And by breeding Nick’s pussy, Alpha Eric has taken ownership of his former friend!

Hierarchy Is Truth!

Deep in my boy. His cunt so wet and tight. The second ring milking my cockhead as I rock slowly back and forth on him. Slow delicious patient fuck that drives a faggot crazy.

His lean legs are wrapped around my waist; my weight crushing him. He’s gasping for breath as my tongue fills his mouth. I have over powered. I have overcome. I have made him delirious fucking his tender second ring, 8 man inches deep. My gift is unique; 7 inches thick at the base of my dick. His ties are curled and tight.

Not only am great confident fuck, long lasting and feel his slick cum between us, which I fucked out of him. My trophy cock is the prize. He’ll never get enough.

I’m going to cum soon. But for now, I’ll enjoy this moment of total domination. His cunt, so tight and wet. Slow fix hung his second ring. Tears flow from his eyes as I kiss him.

From the beta flock:

God i want to serve your cock. Just a picture of it has corrupted me. Can only imagine what the real thing does. Your cock is an amazing thing. When I look at it its like Im looking at pure manhood. HArd erect, there is no doubt what you are. compare it to mine, there is no doubt my cock never matured passed middle school. I wish i had what you have i wish i could feel that power within however something else was planned out for me. Put in me to understand that you are everything im not and that is what nature intends. To place those like you above me. I surrender to nature, to you, to men and accept you are greater, better, chosen and im honored to be able to run into you even if that is online. Thank you Sir.

Just like this.

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!

This is part two of a three-part series of articles.

So after I sent that email (see previous post) I waited on pins and needles. I fully expected Alpha Eric to either force Nick into submission or dismiss the situation altogether.

But Alpha Eric’s next email was another big surprise.

I think Nick still thinks that we can be like it was before, but that he’ll suck my dick if I want it.  We talked again today.  He’s not as chatty when he’s sober.  Couldn’t he have just been a faggot without coming on to me? 

My girl’s faggot brother is home on break.  She and I have an agreement especially since she’s pregnant.  If I fuck another girl or get my dick sucked then I don’t tell her about it.  I don’t brag about it.  I don’t act romantically toward them.  And I play safe.  No prostitutes or anything like that.

I like that agreement.  I was more relationship-oriented than my brothers.  I like having a loyal girl and (soon) mother of my kids.  She’s my queen. 

Anyway, I lost my train of thought.  Her brother’s first stop on getting into town was my place.   I don’t mind an occasional surprise from a faggot.  If his sister’s there then it’s just a nice visit.  But she’s at work until 7 p.m. most days.  I think I’m worse when I know a fag has other places to go, especially to a boyfriend.  He already had his jockstrap on too.  He’s just like his sister when it comes to adding nice little touches like that.

I had time so I shot my juice in both ends.  I pumped one right down his throat.  Once he got me hard again – which is not an overly difficult task – I totally wrecked him.  I love hearing him whimper.  He was a tiny drama club fag in school.  I make him squirm with all his might trying to get from under me.  That alone almost makes me cum my brains out.

He’ll stay at their parents.  I had a goal before we moved in together to fuck her in every room of that house.  I only half-succeeded with her brother.  Still I have to laugh knowing how hard I used him and then walking around a house where he’s been in used in half the rooms. I know it works because my girl even said she can’t not think about how she was fucked in a particular room.

I’m off tomorrow too. I’ll have him come over. It’ll be fun not to jerk off for a couple of weeks.

This was certainly a new wrinkle. I was a bit frustrated because a delicate situation like Nick’s needed to be top priority at the moment, and Alpha Eric was off breeding his girlfriend’s fag brother instead.

Adding to my concern was Alpha Eric’s apparent waffling on confronting Nick at all, stoked primarily by what he wrote the next day:

I just saw your email. So, Nick. This only gets worse the more I think about it. Take all those experiences and add him. Except for football. Nick’s a total dork. But he’d snowmobile, hunt, fish, hang out, etc. He’s shyer than I am. I had to help him ask out his first serious girlfriend. And he has a current girlfriend. He talks to me when they argue, but otherwise they’d be a great pair if he wasn’t a faggot. She likes that kindler, gentler dork type. And our girls are good friends.

Other than sleepovers he would just come over to our house and do whatever we were doing. He was always there.

Maybe I could just steer him toward coming out? It’s shitty in the short term but in the long term might be better. I don’t give a shit if he’s gay. I have gay friends. Not just token ones. We’re way too small of a town for that. No one gives a shit what race, sexuality, or whatever of friends you have.

I don’t know if that’s a solution. It would really be a good one if possible. Thinking about Nick sucking my cock would be like seeing Tommy or Seth try to do it. It would just feel incestuous and bizarre. I doubt I’d stay hard.

Now I was really thinking that Alpha Eric wasn’t going to do anything with Nick. Of course, it would be understandable. After all, Alpha Eric clearly had plenty of other outlets for his unforgiving ruts. But Nick so obviously needed to understand the truth of his existence and embrace it … and that was something I felt was important for Alpha Eric to accomplish for his former friend.

And so I wrote exactly that:

Master,

Ultimately, you are the Alpha in charge of how this is handled. I support whatever you choose. 

I think Nick needs to be honest with himself. You are the key to that, whether you give him the freedom to discover that in service to you or you kindly encourage him to discover it with someone else, it needs to happen. 

I know you will ultimately choose correctly, Master.

Yours, 
sam the faggot

In cases like these, you simply give the advice and take whatever comes of it. You throw the rose petals onto the water and see if they travel anywhere or manage to float at all.

The next day I received this extraordinary reply (under the heading “Well Shit”):

This will be short and sweet.

Nick came over earlier.  We talked a little more.  I pressed him harder about how he relates to me.  As far as he’s concerned he’s always been some follower of mine.  Without me, he would have just been a bullied outcast.  I don’t think that’s necessarily true.  I didn’t view him as just some follower.  I saw him as a brother.  This made me go from depressed to a little mad.  I mean, he is a pleaser but nobody stayed closer to me than him.  He said he was jealous of the girls I fucked.

He wouldn’t have called himself a faggot but in a way he was saying that’s what he always was to me.

Not thinking, I told him to prove it.  He asked if I was serious.  I told him that I wouldn’t kid about this. 

He sucked my dick.  It wasn’t great but he was hungry.  I’ll say that much. 

I told him that he was great at it tho.  He even offered to do it again but I had things to do.  It was a little awkward afterward but we said we’d catch each other later and that was that.  I don’t feel all that weird about it.

UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE!!

Thank goodness I wasn’t driving at the time I received it or else I would’ve driven into a tree (although I’m usually in danger of doing that anyway)!

I was elated. I excitedly wrote back to him:

MASTERRRRR!

I am proud of you for this move, Master! You have started him off in the best way imaginable, and what you’ve done is what so many straight Alphas have done either knowingly or unknowingly for faggots since the beginning of time! 

You have fulfilled Nick’s life!

Hopefully he swallowed your cum, Master. It’s good for a faggot to imprint on the Alpha. If not, perhaps when it happens again you can feed it to him properly. It also might be a good idea to send him a text saying something like “good job faggot” in order to soothe his jangled nerves. 

I’m just so thrilled, Master! Thank you for the great privilege of being with you during this pivotal moment in both of your lives!

yours,
sam the faggot

And there you have it – the taking of a new faggot by a dominant Alpha Bull! It happens every day, and it’s part of what makes Hierarchy so intriguing to me. It’s a very natural rite of passage that uses power dynamics as the mechanics to make it work. When everyone accepts their natural role and embraces it, revelatory moments like this can happen out of nowhere!

But as you know, the story doesn’t end there! Alpha Eric was left with a serious concern, and how he wisely approached it will be the third and final installment!