Many of you remember the post I published on February 23, 2021 entitled “Opportunity of a Lifetime” (CLICK HERE) about a bachelor party from the UK that was supposed to take place this summer in both New York and Las Vegas.
I’ve received stuff like this before and largely ignored them. But this time the request came from an older Alpha named Max with whom I had previous dealings. I trusted him to be telling the truth. He had a very specific game plan for the two-week party that I reproduced faithfully in the post. He put me in charge of assembling potential faggots to serve at both locations, and even though I had no time for such an assignment, I gave it my best shot.
Much to my surprise, a lot of quality faggots applied for the assignments, including a shocking number of toilet fags. And this was really the joyous part for me, seeing good faggots reach out for an opportunity to serve that way in real time.
But then Max became unresponsive. I started demanding answers about the faggots I was sending his way. Finally, Max shut off his Kik and apparently ghosted me.
I have to listen to Alphas bitch about the fickleness and unreliability of faggots, but in my experience there are just as many immature, game-playing Alphas out there. In my opinion, these dumbasses are WORSE than faggots. The idea that these time-wasting children masquerade as Men sickens me because they are insulting to the very idea of Alphahood.
So, to all of my brothers who applied to serve these parties, I apologize. I also thank you for making my heart very proud.
If you have any issues with this time-wasting prick, you can contact him yourself:
You know, I get my fair share of cranks, false accusations, and death threats thanks to my work on this site and its social network. It’s thrilling. These events always boost my ego and keep my adrenaline racing.
No matter where you land on what I write, I don’t think any reasonable person can credibly call me a liar or a fraud. I believe in what I write, I do exhaustive research into my subjects, and I connect the stories of the real people I cover to the very best of my ability. Am I perfect? No. But I’m definitely not making it up.
And the results of what I do here speak for themselves. I have changed the lives of A LOT of people over the six years of this site’s history. Many, many people have found purpose through my efforts directly or indirectly.
But, even with that level of success, I still get shit like this comment from an anonymous (of course) dumbass:
You just advocated rape. I’ve been following your work for years, liked a lot of it. Now I realize that was a mistake. I mean, the hierarchy stuff was always obvious bullshit, because humans are a lot more complex than this fetish, but hell, fetishes are fun, and so sometimes people pretend to believe them, and that’s cool. Makes it hotter. And then, of course, there’s the obvious fiction, which is also awesome. I’m in favor of fictional stories, but that silly “group of soccer players” post was obviously fake, and then disappeared. And now here you are advocating rape. Of course, these messages are mostly fictional, either made by you, or by someone else just playing with their fetishes. And sure, rape fantasies are hot. But your whole thing is that it’s not a fantasy, and now here you are, suggesting that someone rape someone. You need to rethink some things. Even when alphas point out that you’ve gone off the rails — like with your pro-pedophilia shit — you claim the alphas are wrong and are fake. They’re not: you are. Introspect a little.
I want to zero in on this idiotic accusation that the true stories I present, including the “group of soccer players” (and presumably their faggots), are fake.
They are not fake. In some cases these Alphas and faggots have put their faces to their stories, and have often provided me a chance to speak to others who corroborate what is being told to me.
But the accusation about Masters Nick, Matt, and Jin (the soccer players) and their faggots being fake is most offensive and idiotic. All of the people involved in this titanic true story have courageously put their faces on display along with their honest life story. I will defend each and every one of them with my life for their bravery.
Honestly and without ego I will say this: my coverage of these straight Alphas and their faggots, a true story that has spanned more than 1.5 years now, is the most complete and astounding document of Hierarchical truth ever published. Period. You don’t even come into the deep end of Hierarchy without digesting this remarkable intersection of true life stories.
To have some gutless anonymous troll accuse me and these real people in Canada of lying or being fake is offensive beyond words. It’s also fucking stupid. You have their pictures. You have a continuous storyline meticulously maintained by me with countless hours of honest reporting and counseling involved.
Go ask the faggots who’ve tracked down Masters Nick and Matt on Tumblr and find out if these two extraordinary Men are real. They’re very real.
These people have put everything on the line for the sake of being truthful. Do you understand that? They’ve actually suffered in their personal lives for the sake of transparency.
That’s real courage. They show the kind of strength and integrity that these anonymous cowards couldn’t muster if they could buy it.
These are the days when I fight to keep this site running, because I get the urge to pull the plug on the entire endeavor. Then I think of the obvious intelligence level of the anonymous writer, a person so dim-witted that they accuse me of faking everything but have been reading me for years … and I keep going.
At 1:40 am this morning I was t-boned in an intersection by a girl running a red light in the rain. My side airbags deployed (didn’t even know they were there) and I escaped without even a scratch on me. This is probably the fourth accident I’ve had in my life where I should’ve been either killed or seriously injured and walked away.
Since I received my cancer diagnosis and the infamous “two months to live” speech on April 25, 2018, I have experienced the kind of rollercoaster that I think would drive most people insane. During that period I have felt the most powerful joy and elation that anyone can imagine, but I’ve also experienced some disappointment, disillusionment, and tragedy that could easily crush a person’s spirit.
Onlookers in my life often tell me, “well, you must still be here for a reason.”
I’m ready to know that reason.
Until then, just know that I am unbroken and unbowed. From the outside, it looks like a disaster – hell, it feels like one to me, too – but I’m heading somewhere. Like the feather in Forrest Gump, I will float to and fro, from tragedy to triumph, until I finally reach the place where I belong.
Well I did my part to protect society from a further spread of the coronavirus.
Lines were thankfully long, meaning lots of others wanted it badly.
The massive rollout of vaccinations in the first 6 weeks of Biden’s term just goes to show what can happen when a Man with a BRAIN and a PLAN to HELP PEOPLE is put into office!
Here is BOOK TWO in the growing catalog of FWA publications, and it’s a doozy! “Are You A Faggot?” definitively answers one of the top three questions this site has received consistently during its existence – what is a faggot, how can you know if you’re a faggot, and what do you do if you discover you’re a faggot?
This book is going to be life-changing for many subs out there still trying to hide from the truth, and it will be life-affirming for those who have already accepted their faghood!
This unique publication includes a revolutionary quiz near the end that will help the reader examine themselves honestly and come to a correct decision about their truth!
Production is ready on this stylish new bracelet featuring our Unequals logo! I’m taking pre-orders now for an initial production run of 50 units right now!
You can buy them in the Official Hierarchy store: CLICK HERE!
This is the extraordinary story of 17-year-old straight Alpha Kyle, son of a 51-year-old married Alpha named Sir Rob who is grooming his Alpha son to own and use faggots. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
One of the greatest true stories ever told on this site involved Sir Rob, the Alpha father of my beloved Master Kyle. Sir Rob used this site to introduce his Alpha son to the idea of using faggots, and it literally changed Kyle’s entire life.
Before I could even finish the first story, Kyle became the owner and Master of three local faggots and was breeding them regularly.
Filled with his newfound Hierarchical power, Master Kyle looked at the hot wife of his next door neighbor and decided he wanted her, too. So in a dramatic cuckolding session, Master Kyle forced the neighbor husband into submission while breeding his wife.
But even that power wasn’t enough. Master Kyle decided he wanted to impregnate the wife and make his first child. So he began daily breedings of the wife in order to accomplish his ambitious goal before the couple moved away.
Then, most incredibly, the wife became pregnant with the progeny of this young Alpha stud!
The couple moved away months ago, but Master Kyle made sure to keep in touch in order to ensure that his child would be delivered safely.
AND NOW MASTER KYLE IS A FATHER!
Born a few days ago, Master Kyle became the father of a beautiful baby girl named Ophelia!
You just know that this young queen will be the twinkle in Master Kyle’s eye, and she will live a blessed life as the daughter of a true King!
I am so proud and overjoyed for Master Kyle and his father Sir Rob! They fulfilling one of their great commissions, to be fruitful and fill the Earth with superior children!
Some anonymous coward has attacked one of the faggots owned by Masters Nick and Jin. They said some particularly hateful things that really broke his heart.
THERE IS NO REASON TO ATTACK THESE INNOCENT PEOPLE.
This faggot is simply trying to fulfill his purpose. He’s being brave, kind, faithful, and responsible, all qualities this disgusting pussy lacks entirely.
I am eternally grateful for these Alphas and faggots for their absolute honesty and transparency during the 1.5 years I’ve known them. They have helped countless others by honestly sharing their remarkable journeys.
The idea that people can be torn down by cruel, stupid cowards for simply sharing their truth disgusts me. It’s shameful and abhorrent. It’s exactly the wrong message and the wrong mentality.
If I thought my site FWA contributed to this slanderous and vindictive attack in any way, I would shut it all down immediately. These people are all very dear to me. The Alphas involved are the Owners of my heart, and their faggots are my dearest brothers.
We stand united against the dark forces here on Tumblr and in the world. If you want to project your vile hatred at someone, direct it at me instead. I can handle anything your pathetically-shriveled brain could ever cough up.
Just LEAVE MY BROTHERS ALONE! They did nothing harmful to anyone, and are instead heroes of the Hierarchy. They lead the way to truth by their example, whereas your example leads only to darkness and self-hate.
Truly disgusting behavior from a truly worthless person.
I wrote to you all in honest, unvarnished terms about my trouble with the law last fall. It was (and continues to be) one of the most awful experiences of my entire life (and I almost died of cancer!). Here I was, a helpless white faggot with a spotless lifetime record, suddenly thrown into a hostile jail after being lied to by what I thought was a friend.
I was terrified. I had no idea how to survive in that kind of environment. When I awoke after an hour or so I found myself in a holding cell with around seven other inmates. Some sort of breakfast was delivered shortly thereafter, and I began talking to a couple of the other black males in the cell and answering their questions (I was very clearly out of my element). Suddenly one large black Alpha started yelling at me, telling me I was talking too much. Then another black Alpha stepped in, grabbed my stuff off of my bed, and said, “you need to get out of here and move somewhere else.”
I was bewildered. I didn’t understand what I had done wrong, or what kind of imminent danger awaited me. So I buzzed the guard, and they took me out of there before that black Alpha killed me.
The guard took me to a special cell for prisoners who need to be quarantined for their own protection. It was cell block A-3. The cell consisted of three rooms, each with one set of bunk beds (for a total of six inmates in the cell). I stumbled into the cell feebly carrying my mat, pillow, and bag of supplies and looked around. A couple of wary inmates poked their heads out of their rooms to look me over, eyeing me suspiciously.
Then, from the far left room, strolled Antonio Wilson. He’s the Man pictured above. He was casually brushing his teeth while he locked eyes with me. Pause. Then he flashed me a lazy smile and motioned toward his room. It was the first friendly gesture I experienced in that hellhole, and it felt like a warm spring breeze. I gladly took his genuine invitation.
I immediately felt at peace in Antonio’s presence. Within minutes of going into his room, I was unloading my entire story on him and another cellmate, a fat, disgusting Asian gargoyle named Mok. I cried. I really opened my heart to this complete stranger, who was clearly uncomfortable with my sudden emotional outburst.
Then he leaned back in his chair, smiled a wide smile, and laughed. “Man, you talk too much.” And just like that, I was under his wing and protection.
It’s amazing how deeply you can come to know a Man when you you spend days and nights side-by-side under intensely stressful circumstances. In my two weeks in that jail I learned so much about Sir Tony. First and foremost, I discovered he is a straight Protector Alpha, although he knew nothing about faggots until I explained it to him (he didn’t agree at first, but he’s come to accept it on some level). He showed me pictures of his kids and his girlfriend in the Philippines. He developed enough trust in me to share the 400+ documents of the murder case fraudulently built around him by a racist small-town police department, a case he has been fighting during his unlawful two-year incarceration. He’s an innocent Man who is nobly and proudly defending his innocence like any Alpha would.
One running joke we had between us was the uncanny way Antonio controlled other Men not only in our cell, but in other places throughout the jail. Everybody knew him and obeyed his easygoing commands. I explained to Antonio that he was respected that way because he is Alpha, and he grudgingly admitted he always had that power.
One night he came back from playing basketball in a little courtyard down the hall and he took a shower. When he crawled into his lower bunk, he groaned. “Damn, my feet hurt.”
“I could rub them for you if you’d like,” I replied flirtatiously.
“Naw, man!” yelped Antonio, “I ain’t havin’ no man rub my fucking feet!” Then he laughed incredulously at the offer.
After two long weeks my judge set me free. I returned to the cell to collect my stuff feeling triumphant, but as soon as I saw Sir Tony’s eyes, my heart sank. We had become so beloved to each other that leaving him in that dark, awful place alone was excruciating. There was a vulnerability in his eyes I hadn’t seen from him before; it reminded me of a puppy suffering separation anxiety. I was feeling it, too.
I pulled my meager things into a messy lump on my uncomfortable bed as Sir Tony shuffled into our room. “You make sure you call your boy as soon as you can,” he said softly, “and I’ll write you soon.”
I had no words, a rarity for me. He walked up to me and hugged me tightly. It was a long, deeply loving hug. Then he whispered, “I love you, man.”
“I love you too, Sir.”
We have kept in constant communication ever since I left. We have made plans to help his case, which has suffered some setbacks and some successes in the months since I left.
I will be at Sir Antonio Wilson’s side for the rest of my life. He is one of the most genuine Alphas I’ve ever met, a Man whose heart and mind I dearly treasure. He is an innocent Alpha who has unfairly lost two years of his life with his family and his girlfriend because of racist police officers, yet he is unbowed and unbroken. He is powerful beyond words.
He is my King, my brother, and my friend.
P.S. Sir Tony sent me a letter recently in which he said: “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I wish I would’ve let you rub my feet.”
I’m not the only one changed by those two intense weeks!
If you are a lawyer, I beg of you to help this Alpha uncover the egregious racism that led to his arrest.
If you are a faggot who wants to write to this extraordinary Man, contact me at fagsworshipalphas@gmail.com. Cash fags are free to send him money through me, also.
If you are so inclined, you can write to him at the following address:
though this definitely isn’t true for everyone, the actual posting of the answer to that question on your website was not a problem; it is your website and you’re not breaking the law so you can do what you like. The issue is that the post was “sexualising minors”, and that is strictly forbidden by discord’s community guidelines and TOS, and could lead to the server being deleted and all users that are a part of it being permanently banned. I personally left the server only because I am a member of several other servers and did not want to be banned. Keep doing what you’re doing, brother, just pay attention to discod TOS
Whatever. The post was deleted shortly after I woke up and discovered the issue four hours later. These embarrassing “Alphas” acted like a bunch of gossiping old hens. Fuck them. I’m not here to win a popularity contest with a bunch of pussies. My only interest remains in teaching and supporting Hierarchy. The rest of it is immaterial to me or my purpose.
I have waited four excruciating years to see #2 on this list happen. In February of 2017 Donald J. Trump signed an order banning Muslims from entering the United States.
One of those countries – Syria – was the birthplace of a boy I was trying to rescue from certain death there. Trump slammed the door in his face.
When I had to tell that boy what happened, his reply was heartbreaking. “I thought America was a place where people could go to be free,” he said, shattered.
Well, the start of the new DISCORD arm of FWA went off like fireworks! I know this site and its various social media tentacles receive a lot of traffic and attention, but this was like being unexpectedly hit by a freight train!
First of all, let me just say that I never messed with Discord until this week. It’s been a bewildering experience, especially given everything else happening all at once!
Much credit goes to God Austin, an Alpha with some impressive skills on these servers! He mostly whipped it in shape in about a day!
So where is it?
RIGHT HERE: discord.gg/kUAwUe3dPu
If you’re interested in findom: https://discord.gg/7KQnbZYVtR
If you’re setting up a gloryhole or need one: https://discord.gg/z2EKPeY5wt
When I first envisioned a store full of products to push Hierarchy into the mainstream, I tried building it on Amazon. What a disaster. I adore Amazon, but it’s way too easy to get lost there, especially when they kept moving the URL for the store!
Discord servers are the latest craze. It’s a fascinating open-source platform that is shockingly versatile I this age of cookie-cutter corporate interference.
I’ve had multiple requests for something like this over the last year or so, but I just kept blowing it off.
But an Alpha stepped in and finally made it a reality!
Some readers have taken it upon themselves to complain to me about some of the topics covered on this site.
Mind you – I do not consider this to be an entertainment site. I designed it to be educational in nature. I tell true stories about real people in actual life situations. I write informational articles about how to be a better faggot or how to become a more powerful Alpha. This is distilled from a lifetime of service to Alphas, as well as the many situations I’ve known over the years.
In the process I have helped an untold number of people find purpose and fulfillment.
Despite all of this, I’m still receiving this hate. It’s bewildering to me. Who knows why anyone feels the need to go to a website they hate and spit on it simply because they disagree with its message or cannot understand it. But I do think it’s pretty sad.
Anyway, I had someone accuse me of exploiting “barely-legal faggots” and praising the abusers of them. I have no idea what this person is even referencing. But I wrote the following in response. Pay attention, everybody:
I understand the fine line I walk with this website. I also know this part of Hierarchy is unpleasant and unconscionable to many people.
But these events and people and circumstances are REAL. They are really happening around the world every day. I view myself as a type of reporter for Hierarchy. I am simply casting light on the dark corners of Hierarchy and allowing people to see what’s really happening there. Sometimes it turns me on, and sometimes it disgusts me. If it really angers me, I think there are more than enough posts here to show I really come down hard against it.
I used to be much more opinionated about many aspects of the Dom/sub underworld, but I’ve learned to temper my opinions and simply present them. Too often in the past I would slam something that some segment of my audience would love, and I would inadvertently upset them. So I present real-life situations that describe the breadth and depth of Male Hierarchy in all of its beauty … as well as all of its ugliness.
The beautiful and the ugly co-exist in every part of our world. I’m not going to steer the site away from ugly behavior and only paint a rosy picture of Alpha/fag encounters. That’s not reality. The faggots (in particular) who come here searching for answers deserve the truth, good and bad, so they can be prepared. I would not be doing my job if I lied to them.
If you want love stories, go to Nifty. I report the truth. That’s all I’ve ever done here, and I’ve never backed down when faced with backlash. I’m not going to stop now, either.
You are free to never come back. See how easy that is?
I mean it. If this site’s message or delivery of real events bothers you, stop coming here. It’s not stopping. There are simply too many true experiences of Hierarchical reality out there to uncover and examine.
These detractors are really not going to like some of the moves I’m planning next year, so it’s better if they get off this train now!
This is a sampling of the anonymous nonsense I receive regarding the true stories I publish here:
many of the stories here are very questionable, Sam works his ass off for us here, but I do wish he were a little more discerning in what he believes as true — I think he understands the truth of heirarcy so it sometimes clouds his judgement in what is fact and fiction. (just because Sam emails with a “fag” or alpha” doesn’t mean the story is true) I personally think this whole Kyle and his alpha Dad story is not true but it doesn’t make my enjoyment of being on the site any less – I take what I think is true and leave the fiction to the side.
This is actually hilarious, because out of all of the hundreds of true stories I have published here, the ongoing story about Sir Rob and his Alpha son Master Kyle is probably one of the truest ever!
Longtime readers of the site watched that particular story grow organically out of an anonymous question by the father (who turned out to be Sir Rob) about his Alpha son! I gave painstakingly documented everything involved with this story as it continued to grow over time!
It’s hilarious to me that some anonymous nobody can come into the comments section and question the truthfulness of what I’ve published after months and months of cultivating separate relationships with both Alphas!
I mean, I’m in chastity BECAUSE OF THESE TWO ALPHAS! I dedicated my chastity to THEM! Why would I do all of that if they were simply figments of my imagination or Men I barely knew?!?
I take great care to make sure I’m publishing true stories. I don’t get it right 100% of the time, of course. But I feel that 95-99% of it is accurate and true.
None of the people questioning me have any idea how much time and investigation I put into these stories before publishing. None of these people appreciate that I continue to update long-running true stories on this site because I maintain relationships with these people.
They are real. Their stories are real.
There will always be doubters to these truths because they can’t believe these amazing things are happening to others and not to them. I wonder why.
I leave the comments section open on this site because I believe in free speech and healthy communication, but I’m not having my work disparaged by anonymous cowards. The comments section can be shut off with a mouse-click.
I’m going to send this post to Masters Rob and Kyle so we can have a good laugh at this poor pathetic bastard’s expense!
This is going to be a (hopefully) brief message about important updates coming to FWA.
The most important current development: I am in the process of building a Craigslist-like CLASSIFIED ADS section into the site!
It’s very clear that this is probably the single most requested tool Alphas and faggots want in their search for service opportunities. I tried to fundraise money to build an app for this, but people didn’t support it. So now I’ve figured out how to build something very much like those beloved old Craigslist personals ads that should fill the void. Which brings me to the next subject …
The time of FWA being a free site is coming to an end. Until now, all of the work and expense of running a site this big has fallen on me. So far, the site has been running on my own love and passion for the message of Hierarchy, but those things don’t pay bills.
I don’t want to make the entire site a subscription-based site, but that might be happening. I could make the personal ads section a pay-per-use function, but I don’t know.
I am open to suggestions from the peanut gallery. Leave them in the comments below.
All I know is this: in whatever form the subscription takes, those wonderful people who have been Patreons until now will receive everything free for life. These are the people who stepped up and put their money down for the site, and I’m rewarding their faithfulness and support. It’s the least I could do for their inspiration.
Anyway, this is where we’re at right now. I’ll keep you updated as these changes roll out.
Yet again, it seems that we have people spamming my comments calling every post “fake” and accusing me of being the faggot version of Stephen King. This comes in waves, and I’ve been dealing with it since the beginning.
Let me say this once more publicly: I do not knowingly publish false stories. I am not interested in writing fiction on this topic because it’s far too important to me. I can’t help people by publishing and promoting lies.
You’d be very surprised how much I vet the stories I publish and the people I cover here. I dig very deeply into my subjects before one word is typed.
Yes, some of the stories published here seem outrageous. Believe me, I have shared your initial shock on many occasions when I would first come across these stories. But, upon digging deeper, I discovered that they were completely true. For instance, the story about Nikki the faggot and his three Alpha brothers really shocked me and I didn’t believe it … until I started talking to all of the Alpha brothers separately and realized it was true. Or the really shocking story about Christophe and Dodo – one I almost didn’t publish just on moral grounds – totally true.
Some would say that the story about the four straight Alphas in Toronto is fiction, but it’s absolutely true; I’m involved with that entire situation on a daily basis. Some have accused my story about California Alpha to be fake, yet I have maintained a solid relationship with him over five years and his story has never changed.
I’ll never forget when I published the ask from an Alpha father who wanted to introduce his 17-year-old Alpha son to the use of faggots – oh, how the doubters howled and mocked me for even considering that as truth! It, of course, turned out to be the totally true stories about Sir Rob and Master Kyle.
I have from time to time been unable to discover a story is false until after publication, but in the few times it has happened I have always removed the story and printed a retraction.
I consider what I’m doing here to be scientific in nature rather than titillating. This site is like PubMed with porn. I’m trying to quantify this very real phenomenon within the Hierarchy.
In this era of disbelief and “fake news” there will always be doubters. But this is my statement about my purpose here and the mission of this website.
So keep wasting time typing “fake” on every story published here. I don’t care. My track record on this subject is so outrageously phenomenal that I feel like Michael fucking Jordan being told by some fatass in the stands that I’m not throwing a layup correctly. Pfffft … whatever.
Hey, so in your podcast song you sing that you would sit on a bowling pin without lube if a straight guy asked you to. Would you really do this, or have you done it before. Also did you make your opening song or did someone help you?
I have not actually sat on a bowling pin, but then again a straight Alpha has never told me to do that! I was just trying to come up with lyrics that would be amusing to the straight Alpha who told me to make a second verse to the intro.
I found the piece of music on a royalty-free site, and then I wrote, sang, recorded, and mixed the theme myself.
I was messing around in the backend of the site trying to configure some technical crap in the new FWA merchandise store (now located on the site RIGHT HERE) when I discovered a message from our first customer, a guy named Merrick.
He wrote this:
Sam, just discovered your site this past week and you’ve helped me newly unlock a dimension of myself that is clearly me yet I wasn’t fully in touch with — and it is a joyous discovery! I am in the middle of writing you a long-ass e-mail but, in the meantime, I wanted to show my appreciation for the amazing work you have done with the FWA website and podcasts (which are incredible!) and thought I’d do so via swag purchase. I assume a small portion of the price goes to the swag company(?) and so I’m purchasing two items to hopefully make it a half-decent contribution. Be on the lookout for my e-mail to arrive soon.
Thanks, and keep up the great work!
What an amazing, open-hearted letter, and what a wonderful way to support the site! Thank you with all of my heart, Merrick!
This site is (almost) entirely supported by me. I have some generous supporters on Patreon, but it’s not enough to cover the expenses here and be a self-supporting venture.
In the five-plus years of this site, you’ve never heard me complain about expenses or ask for money to support it. Much of this is a labor of love to honor the truth of Hierarchy.
I basically figured that, if people really loved this site and wanted it to continue, they would be moved to reach out and help it flourish. Merrick’s actions are something like what I envisioned.
I thank everyone who has given something to help sustain this unique vision and viewpoint on the internet. It can get bigger, and I have plans to go bigger. But much of what I envision requires money. So I wait patiently while cranking out some of the most extraordinary true stories in the gay community.
We have something unique here. You are not alone anymore. Thank you for your support to make it possible!
I received a lot of questions about the status of straight Alpha god Natural-Hung-Bull from Tumblr. It seems he was deleted due to complaints from Trumptard snowflakes about his scathing attacks on the criminal in the White House.
(EDIT: Now I’ve been terminated, too, despite not doing anything offensive!)
Shame on Tumblr for silencing such a unique and powerful voice in the Alpha community!
For now, you can find him on BDSMLR by CLICKING HERE.
That site is really awkward and messy (especially the backend), which is why I’m encouraging him to continue his writing here. He is an unforgettable teacher for both Alphas and faggots, and he has been a blinding light of truth in the community for years. It would be an honor to craft a place here (like a mini blog) for his incredible writing.
My other idea would be to create a site for him on my server so that it would be safe and uncensored forever.
The truth will not be silenced or extinguished on my watch. I will fight for that truth and for my Masters with every last breath, believe me.
A week ago Wednesday I developed some weird aches and a fever. It rapidly increased to the point that I could barely walk. It was truly the worst full-body pain I’ve ever experienced.
I stumbled into the weekend with a marked worsening of my condition. It was something I had never experienced before, and given my recent incarceration in a jail doing 0% testing and jamming 16 Men into a small cell with one bathroom, there seemed to be only one logical conclusion: I HAD COVID-19, otherwise known as the Trump Virus. My hysterical Mom agreed, and she begged me to go to the hospital.
I went to the hospital to get a test for COVID-19.
When I arrived, the hospital staff took one look at me and swept me into an isolation ward. That began 15 hours of painful tests (no chance for sleep). The tests revealed that I had pneumonia and a systemic staph infection of my blood. Let me say this: the people online coughing and gagging and flying into hysterics over the nose swabs are pussies. I thought it tickled.
The initial data revealed two surprises: I had pneumonia, and also a deadly blood infection of staph. Er, what??
The hospital team swung into action. Without any regard for trying to control my pain (“Sir, would you like two Tylenol for pain?”) they pushed me through a 17-HOUR DAY OF PAIN i will never forget.
First thing in the morning I received good news
I DO NOT HAVE COVID!
They had me go through an MRI that hurt like hell with my available range of motion. Then I was off to get an x-ray and echocardiogram of my heart.
That then followed with two surgeries; an installation of a drainage tube that made deep breaths impossible (it feels like inflating your lungs into the sharp point of a knife), then a surgery to remove the Port in my chest from my cancer battle two years ago.
After seventeen hours denied water or food, I stumbled into bed, exhausted. But before I went to sleep I called Mom about the test results.
“Mom, it’s Sam. Well guess what, my test came back negative. I don’t have COVID.”
Disappointed sigh. Pause. “Well I don’t believe it.”
FUCK OFF, FAMILY!!!!
So now that we have identified my issues (well, the non-mental ones, anyway and we have the right drugs now pumping into me, it looks like I won’t need to end up a grim statistic on the only fitting monument to Trump’s universal incompetence. Of course, none of the Americans on it deserve that.
Instead, with love and my general optimism, held together by Baby Boy, my friends, and my family, I’m prepared to forge ahead!
First of all, I’d like to thank the overwhelming messages of concern and love I received during my two-week disappearance! I’m so grateful for such support! You just never know how much you mean to anybody until something bad happens, especially on the internet. The outpouring of messages was stunning and humbling.
I met a black guy named Andre about two years ago. We bonded over music mostly. We both had similar ambitions.
At the end of August I got a new, very high-paying job, but it wasn’t starting for a few weeks. Meanwhile, I needed some bridge money to tide me over until I started the new job.
So Andre asked me to drive some packages across the country and deliver them to his brother. He was going to pay me $1,000. He had mentioned dealing in THC cartridges for vapes, so I figured that was what I was driving. What is the harm in that? After all, they’re not even illegal in all states.
But when I arrived at the pickup point, I was met by three scary Mexicans with guns. They were extremely rude. I knew I was in over my head. So they loaded my car and I headed out, the three Mexicans following me in another car.
Well, I got pulled over about two miles from my destination. The cops asked me what was in the packages, and I truthfully told them I didn’t know.
They opened the packages. Inside wasn’t THC cartridges … it was METH.
Let me tell you about my feelings on meth. I hate the drug more than anything in this world. In my home state of Missouri, it is destroying lives at an incredible rate. There are no good stories that come from meth use. There are no stories of “he did meth for three years … and now he’s a Nobel Prize winner.” It’s all bad, and horribly destructive.
I was mortified. Had Andre told me what it was, I not only would’ve told him no, but I also would’ve cut him out of my life.
I immediately began cooperating with police, and that led to several arrests.
I had never been in jail in my life, and it was surreal. I was locked in a cell with five other inmates (three of which are accused of murder). I became very close to a very straight black Alpha named Antonio who actually said he was curious to read my book. There was also a white Alpha named Johnny who had the “lightbulb” moment when I began to explain much of his life in terms of his Alphahood. Hierarchy is a science, and it unlocks much of our behavior.
After two weeks, the judge saw me and decided that I could go home because, as he said, I’ve cooperated fully and I’m obviously not really a part of this lifestyle.
In one or two years there will be a trial. There is a possibility I will get many years of parole, or possibly a few years in a minimum security camp. I don’t know.
Sadly, I lost the new job. On top of it all, I’ve had to go underground in order to not get shot by the drug dealers I squealed on.
It’s been a weird, very stupid moment in my life.
So there you have it, the story of my sudden disappearance. If you want to start a gofundme to help me, I wouldn’t resist (wink).
I wonderful brother named Giosseppe took it upon himself to craft a Spanish version of the revolutionary new tool for faggots entitled “May I Serve You Sir?”
His translation came as a total and complete surprise to me. I hadn’t really decided if/when I might get around to translations. My little brother made my decision for me. What an amazing gift to the Hierarchy!
Things are moving rapidly now! Here are the latest developments:
I’m working with others to start getting it translated into different languages. So far, we have Arabic, Portuguese, and French covered. Would like to get Spanish started, so if you are fluent in both Spanish and English, get in touch soon!
The manuscript is now available for download as a licensed pdf on Gumroad! This will facilitate the spreading of this message far and wide! The Gumroad link is: https://gumroad.com/products/AnSYC/edit#share
So I was mulling over the contents of the revolutionary new book May I Serve You, Sir? (yes, I said “revolutionary”) and I thought I’d expand it a bit. Now there’s a brand new chapter filled with lots of true testimonials from straight Men who own and use faggots AND LOVE IT!
The whole point of this book is to get it into the hands of Alphas so that they can be moved to action by the contents within. This is an area I know quite well from both my personal experience and on this site.
I had a Twitter Alpha (who specializes in a variation of the same Alpha dick/fag dick meme every other day) question my suitability (presumably because I’m a faggot) in creating this book, which I found laughable in the extreme.
There are two things my fag ego will not accept:
Questions about my intention.
Questions about my ability.
My intention with this entire enterprise has been to push Hierarchy into the mainstream because it is the most basic truth in human life. I’ve put everything out there in the furtherance of this cause, moreso than most.
And my abilities in this area are beyond doubt. I dare anyone to peruse the wealth of true stories in my right sidebar chronicling Alphas who have come to understand and use faggots based on my writings on this website and my personal coaching. I don’t spend my days creating “tiny fag dick” memes for attention. I write truly life-changing information.
So I’m quite proud of and confident in this book. Used correctly, it should create a lot of attention.
Well, it’s official! FagsWorshipAlphas.com has made it to the five-year mark!
In website years, that’s probably like 85 years old. Let’s face it – most independent websites don’t survive five years, or at least not in an active form.
That’s especially remarkable given the blog’s survival through the absolute shit-show of the Tumblr implosion of late 2018. The site limped between two worlds (the new Tumblrverse, and the rest of humanity) for another year before Tumblr pulled the plug, and eventually forcing me to accept a new world of independence.
It’s never been better.
Honestly, the last year of this five-year run has been the most spectacular, awe-inspiring, and humbling year of my time in the community. The site was always a lightning rod for some incredible true stories, but this year blew me away. It seemed like fireworks around here almost daily for much of it, with my fingers typing as quickly as they could in order to keep up with the gushing torrents of real-life experiences washing over me.
To celebrate, I made a little celebratory video. Is it too self-congratulatory? Eh, maybe a tad. However, I do stand by this statement – there is NO OTHER WEBSITE doing what I’ve done here as consistently for so long. And, frankly, there are none doing it better or more thoroughly. Muhammad Ali never apologized for saying he’s the greatest because he knew it was the truth. So do I.
That said, I live in a state of perpetual restlessness about the site and its outreach. I want to force this message about Hierarchy into the mainstream, and continue to explore various avenues to accomplish that.
The Hierarchy Podcast is one of those new avenues. I really wish I would’ve started it sooner, but I just didn’t have a lot of time (still don’t, really). Somehow the podcast has been accepted by both iTunes and Spotify, and the audience seems to be growing. Anytime you have mid-thirties straight Alphas listening to your fagcast with their buddies, you must be doing something right!
The coincide with the growing podcast, I’ve rebranded the Hierarchy clothing line. I pulled the “store” down from Amazon and built a sister site for the merchandise at FWAOfficial.com on Shopify, a very safe marketplace. I also have a new manufacturer handling the production, since I wasn’t thrilled with the lack of quality and variety at Amazon.
There will be some of the old, more popular designs from the previous iteration of the original store.
We also have a couple of new hats for sale there, too:
So there it is – FagsWorshipAlphas.com has made it to the five year anniversary! And there’s one thing I can promise you right now:
It’s very easy to get frustrated with the forces that seem to be constantly aligned against me both in and out of the community. I get it – I’m a faggot, which is not exactly an enviable Hierarchical position, and I’m articulate enough to attract attention to some less-than-mainstream ideas. I expect pushback from establishment platforms like Tumblr (cancelled again today) and Twitter. But when I get it from so-called Alphas who act like bitchy faggots, or faggots who act like nosy housewives, then it really becomes too much.
What none of these petty, insignificant people and organizations fail to realize is that I have a large network of support across the internet. Alphas and faggots around the world who get what I’m saying is the truth. My words have been a siren song to them. They hear my song and feel the truth of it deep in their bones, just as I hear their cries for help.
And we rally the wagons. Today I received exquisite support from two beautiful sources. I’m going to share both of them with you.
First of all, my Alpha God @natural-hung-bull rose up in defense of me on Tumblr. It’s pretty clear that some insecure and hateful remnants of the dying community on that platform were instrumental in getting my last Tumblr site pulled down. Here’s what the Great Protector Alpha wrote:
Who is the asshole who keeps sabotaging @fagsworshipalphas? Fucking cunt.
Sam the faggot provides a crucial role in the world of “faggotry” a word he termed. He helped me, for example understand that there is a hierarchy in nature as it relates to faggots: that Alpha Males and men use beta males and faggots routinely. And that there are “faggots” that glorious segment of gay bottoms who live to serve men, like me. I am forever in his debt.
Equally important, he helps faggots find their way. Guides them so that eventually, they submit on their knees before Superior Males. He helps them to understand themselves for what they are. And learn how to discovery their true self. That they are an object. They exist to serve. His advice has led to the service of thousands of men like me. Literally. I’m sure of it.
He speaks his mind. Clearly. And I suppose he’s pissed some princess off who desperately reaches for the truly (meaningless) title of “Alpha Male”. If you’re so fragile that a faggot like Sam is able to upset you, you are no “Alpha”.
You can’t keep a good man down. That also applies to you faggots.
How on Earth could I be deflated or defeated at all when I figuratively have the strong, hairy MAN ARMS of this incredible wrapped around me? I LAUGH in their faces!
After this boost, I received a message that another patron signed up to support this site and my work here. But what really touched me was the following note that a reader named Mario sent me:
Hello Sam!
Your podcasts about yourself (26.5) and your amazing statements about rape (27) have been the most impressive examples of two sides of your true spirit – from deep thankfulness about the magic of life to a raging stand-up for your beliefs. Working in media myself, let me tell you: YOU do everything right – naturally – partly by coincidence even, because it just is “you” that way – and partly very smartly strategically – all mixed up with the “fight for faggot teaching and support”! So in these Corona times financial issues suddenly become unexpectedly relevant again for many people’s existence – but if I can help to keep this website costs a little lower, it’s my pleasure now! THANKS for doing, what – indeed – no-one else is doing online the way you do it!
Mario
What an extraordinary gift that letter proved to be today! I thank Mario (wherever you are) for this refreshing drink of water at just the right time!
The people spending their time trying to derail my efforts or recast them in an ugly light will fail. I have a world full of support, and on darker days like today they all lock arms and catch me.
But most crucially, I have a fire inside of me brighter and more powerful than any hate that could ever be thrown at me. Do you really think a faggot like me that fought against THE WORLD to rescue my Baby Boy, a faggot that stared cancer in the fucking eye and won – do you really think I’m going to get scared or give up or even stop for one second?
If you think I will, you are wrong. Go read those gifts I received today again. I am rejuvenated, not defeated.
Tristan read the uninformed bullshit written about his situation by @alpha-dade, @thealphatank, and @alpha-sir-Josh. This is his response.
As I said in my podcast last night, none of you know what you’re fucking talking about. I DO.
I don’t give a fuck about your Alpha status or the position you think you hold. Not when it comes to this. I have the receipts and I have the credentials. Faggots know I am working hard for them and they trust me. Many great Alphas do, too.
I’m sitting here now, a caged faggot, for the very first time in my life.
My new life. My true reality.
As I have said in a recent podcast, I was finally moved by the ultimate power of four specific Alphas – Master Nick, Master Nikola, Master Kyle, and Sir Rob. I was so ashamed to use my dicklet like a Man after coming to know – through their examples – what a true Man is supposed to be that I really had no choice but to cage myself.
It has been a powerful moment of realization on my part.
Faggots do not deserve to use a penis or enjoy the rights that a penis endows its user. That privilege belongs to Men.
So I voluntarily remove mine out of respect for this truth.
I thank my Masters for both this realization and their support!
The podcasts are currently free and on the main site (CLICK HERE) and on Buzzsprout (CLICK HERE).
It is also being published on the Patreon page (CLICK HERE). The podcast will soon shift to a Patreon-only early-release subscription model with a later release to the general public.
How do you verify the authenticity of the stories you get about alphas and faggots?
I ask A LOT of questions. Usually, I end up getting involved in some way or another that allows me to authenticate the veracity of the story.
For instance, my incredible posts about the straight Toronto Alphas and their faggots are all true because I’ve cross-checked stories with all of the participants (I’m in communication with all of them).
I’ve recently come under fire from some people regarding my posts about Sir Rob and his son Alpha Kyle. But I have been talking to both of them and cross-checking their stories, and I’ve also had conversations with both via text at the same time. Can this be faked? Yeah, I guess. But I’m fairly certain that it is not.
It’s been probably over a year since I was taken for a ride by one so-called Alpha, and it took less than a week to discover he was lying. I am quite aggressive when it comes to the stories I post here, and also quite protective.
Fagsworshipalphas or fagsworshipatraights the same or two different people?
This blog began life in 2015 as fagsworshipSTRAIGHTS. This is primarily due to the fact that most of my experience as a faggot involved serving straight Men and Alphas.
I changed it about 1-2 years in to fagsworshipALPHAS because it simply wasn’t expressing what I felt the blog was focusing on. For example, gay Alphas were being unjustly snubbed by the original name.
hey sam, just wanted to let you know how great it feels to be a fresh baked #28 contributor for your WRSHIPR project! hope many more follow in the next days – & all good luck for the further development! can’t wait!
My brother, thank you so much for the contribution and the enthusiasm! I hope we can pull off something special for you and the community!
Here is a little update:
WE HAVE JUST FOUR DAYS LEFT!
We are at $1,226 (26% funded) from the generosity of 39 pioneers!
Well, we’ve made it to 2020! It’s going to be a big, big year on many fronts as I indicated yesterday (and hopefully a huge change at the top of the American government), and I’m looking forward to all of it. I’ve never felt more inspired and energized than I do at this moment.
And so that brings me to this little (not so little anymore!) enterprise FagsWorshipAlphas. Yes, indeed, this July will mark the fifth anniversary of this site. I never, ever thought this blog would reach 73,000 followers when I first began. I never thought that I might develop lasting relationships with the people I met here. I never thought I would reach people all around the world and speak to their hearts.
And I never thought I would play a role in helping so many people find their true purpose within the Hierarchy. I am not bragging, either. It is an undisputed fact that I have transformed the lives of A LOT of faggots and Alphas in my time here. I kind of fell into coaching based on what I knew from my years of service, and that coaching changed lives forever.
For example, I coached a young college faggot here who went by the Tumblr name YourAsianStudent. He wanted to serve his Alpha professor. I carefully coached YourAsianStudent to work his way into a service relationship that blossomed into actual love!
That was way back in 2017. And such incredible moments came pretty regularly in the years to follow. But nothing before could’ve prepared me for the supernova of stories I covered in 2019! Think about this – FIVE straight Alphas had their first experiences with faggot worship thanks in large part to this site and my vigilant attention! Also, FOUR faggots (soon to be five) learned to submit and find fulfillment under my tutelage! That’s overwhelming to me when I think about it!
In a desperate move to rescue this blog and its treasure of true stories and life-changing advice from fickle Tumblr oblivion, I created a separate, independently-funded standalone site at fagsworshipalphas.com. Not only could I ensure the survival of this site, but I could also start featuring carefully-curated porn for the enjoyment of my readers. From the traffic numbers, it’s clear that my visitors are enjoying all of it quite a bit.
But none of this has been cheap. The hosting company costs, the time, the occasional hiring of outside professionals … this all costs money. Early in 2019 the site was attacked and shut down by someone trying to extort me, and I was forced to pay more than $700 to have new security and repair work done on the site. All of this happens in the background while you guys watch cumshots.
But now the site has reached a crossroads. I want to begin pushing this message of the Hierarchy farther into the mainstream. This information has proven to be extremely important to a lot of people, and I know there are many more who need to comprehend it.
To that end, I plan to start producing a series of videos on Hierarchical principles. I also plan to produce a weekly (?) podcast (yes, with my voice!) that will include interviews and question/answer sessions. I also have at least one book in the works.
However, these new, ambitious steps can’t be free anymore. This site needs to start receiving financial support of some kind.
There is only one tier, and it’s a simple $10 monthly fee. For that, you’ll get exclusive/early access to the podcast, the videos, and the book releases. You’ll also guarantee that I can keep the lights on around here.
I hope I have laid out my plans in a clear, concise way. This needs to be the new direction for FagsWorshipAlphas.
It is my hope that you follow me down this new, uncharted path! It’s been a wild five years so far, but I think we are only getting started!!
So what awesome changes and accomplishments do you hope to achieve in your life for 2020?
I must tell you all, I’m feeling particularly powerful and optimistic for 2020! And I have a pretty specific set of goals on my agenda for the coming year!
PROFESSIONAL
I fully intend to lose the job this year. I am in the process of setting up an LLC devoted to freelancing, and I plan to set off into the wild world of independent contracting.
PERSONAL
Thanks to my near-death experience with cancer, I have been making changes to my diet. However, I haven’t reintegrated physical workouts into my routine. This year I not only want to get back into working out, but I also want to build some serious muscle. Until now I’ve always been more focused on leanness, but I want to transform the way I look and feel.
CREATIVE
This is the year that I AM recording my album. I have at least two huge hit songs (one is going to be the “Gangham Style” earworm of the coming year) that must come out of me.
BABY BOY
It would be hard to top the incredible events we shared together in 2019, but I fully intend to absolutely change the circumstances of his life in the coming year. I am not allowed to really discuss much about it, but this is a high priority for me.
FAGS WORSHIP ALPHAS
Most importantly for you, my dear readers, are the changes that I am planning for the site in 2020.
Again and again I have been stymied from pushing my message into the mainstream. Sites like Tumblr and Twitter keep censoring me. In response, I am plotting a three-pronged media counter-attack that could potentially bring the truth of the Hierarchy to the masses in a more powerful and potent way.
There will be some concrete details coming tomorrow on this front.
So tell me – what are you dedicating yourselves to in 2020??
It’s been a terrific first 24 hours of our fundraising campaign for our new Male worship site WRSHIPR.com! We received $520 in donations!
I’d like to thank all of the Alphas, betas, straights, and faggots below who believed in it enough to put their own money up! It’s always astonishing and inspiring when someone believes in your vision that strongly!!
If you have an other blog where you can post any content you wish, why do you keep posting porn here? You complain about getting your blogs deleted, and yet you keep doing things to get it deleted. Use this platform for questions and answers and stop trying to push your luck. They will eventually block or IP address if you keep doing that. And before you even try to come at me, I have been a fan and you have helped me be a better alpha.
Thank you, Sir!
I definitely have not been posting porn on this blog for a very long time now, Sir. Probably more than two years. My account was getting strikes against it long before the porn ban of December 2018, which is what prompted me to build out fagsworshipalphas.com as a way of producing the content I wanted and that my subject required.
Any porn that appears on this site now comes from reblogging. I do not originate any porn content on Tumblr.
So my blog was not deleted because it contained porn. I honestly think Tumblr finally pulled the plug after I posted that screed against those “proud boys” Trumptards. I know Republicans like to make the claim that media and websites are aligned against them (the Republican persecution complex), but I tend to think that these sites are becoming MORE conservative and restrictive.
If this gets shut down too, how do I find your next blog?
I don’t anticipate that this blog will bite the dust because I’m going to keep all Trump stuff off the blog (I believe a post about Trump supporters led to my termination). This is largely a textual blog about domination and submission, and it seems to be safe from Tumblr censors. Frankly, I was surprised that the first blog survived the December 2018 porn ban as long as it did.
To answer your question and underline it for the 100th time:
I will ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS be at the following location:
I own it, I manage it, and it cannot be destroyed. Everything I’ve written on this subject is preserved there for good.
On Tumblr, I’m just going to continue adding the next-highest number to the phrase “fagsworshipalphas.” The same method is being employed by my beleaguered efforts on Twitter.
So-called Fags who don’t have the guts to show their faces don’t deserve to serve alphas.
Well I’ve received multiple threats against myself and my site from racists and psycho females, so I choose to protect myself. Sorry if that offends you.
I will no longer be discussing the situation between myself and Baby Boy.
I trusted a couple of people here with personal information, and one of them has shared that with a faggot who then told my Boy. This has proved to be painful to him, a person I love dearly and who has been through so much pain already.
I don’t want to be a source of pain for him. I want to be a source of joy and comfort.
I have let him down. I have let myself down.
So this is the last time I will discuss any of it.
So in late April of 2018 I was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma of the throat. I was given two months to live.
Let’s back up, and I’ll tell it right.
I spent the spring and summer of 2017 in a desperate race against time to rescue my Baby Boy from certain death in Syria. The sleepless nights, the tears, the endless hours searching online for answers, the whispered prayers to the universe and each other … it was more terrifying and pressurized than anything I’d ever experienced in my life.
And of course, that part of our journey culminated in my Baby Boy landing safely in Malaysia at the end of August of that year. It was a major triumph at the time. Excitedly, I made arrangements to fly out to Malaysia at the end of October so that I could finally meet my Baby Boy in person for the very first time.
As I was packing for the longest, most important flight of my life, my throat began to hurt. I’m prone to strep throat, and I feared that I might be coming down with it again. But there was NOTHING that would ever stop me from getting on that plane, so I just kept gargling salt water and taking aspirin (you know, guy remedies).
So I flew out to Malaysia and met my Boy. I won’t go into great detail about our incredible week there together. I felt sick the entire time, and my Boy was so kind, tending to me and taking care of me. He knew I wasn’t feeling right, even though I was trying my best to hide it. I was really riding on the joy and laughter we shared together during that all-too-brief visit.
Once I returned home I made an appointment to see a doctor about getting an antibiotic for my probable strep infection. The doctor did a strep test – negative – and told me to just wait it out. And, of course, it got worse. So I went to a different doctor – negative – and was denied antibiotics for a second time. The pain increased. I went to a third doctor – negative – but this time I begged her to give me a round of antibiotics just to rule out an infection. She relented and wrote a prescription. No luck. The pain worsened.
By Christmas of 2017, it was clear that something wasn’t right. It was seriously hard to swallow food, and even drinking a beer became a chore. I kept thinking that it would pass, but the pain was clearly getting worse by the day. I was barely able to eat by this point.
So in January of 2018 I went to a Med-Stop clinic just to see if I could get yet another opinion and possibly some pain medication. The doctor there examined my throat very carefully, and I’ll never forget the look on her face when she emerged from my mouth. It turned out that she noticed part of the cancer in the sinuses at the back of my throat. She whispered, “I think you need to see a specialist right away.”
I was instantly paralyzed with fear. All of my life I lived as a hypochondriac, chronically in fear of getting cancer. Was it now coming true?
So I made an appointment to see an ENT at Barnes-Jewish hospital in St. Louis, Missouri that I knew from years earlier. By the time they could see me, I wasn’t really eating at all. I was using over-the-counter throat-numbing spray just to drink water. I was down to 130 pounds.
I went to my appointment. When they asked me why I was there, I croaked, “I need you to put a scope down my throat because something is wrong.” So they did exactly that, and then they found the cancer hidden near my vocal cords.
I returned a few days later for the diagnosis. Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. Although scared, I instantly steeled myself for battle. Frankly, it was a relief just to have a definitive answer.
“You’re going into chemotherapy in a week and a half,” said my brilliant doctor. “You’ll be in the hospital for five days and receive continuous chemotherapy during your stay.”
I balked. I had read so much over the years about the dangers of chemotherapy that I couldn’t imagine taking it. I told the doctor about my objections.
“You have two choices,” he replied flatly, “you can take the chemotherapy, or you can get your affairs in order because you have two months to live.”
I chose chemotherapy.
That night I wept with soul-shaking agony. It wasn’t about dying. I was just so afraid I was going to die and leave my Baby Boy alone in this world. I couldn’t leave him, not after he took my hand and he trusted me to help him out of his personal hell. I was his entire world, his life preserver in the stormy, uncertain waters of his current situation. I just couldn’t leave him now.
So I spent the entire summer of 2018 in a cycle of one week of chemotherapy followed by two weeks off.
It turned out that I was born to take chemotherapy. Almost instantly – within two hours of the start of my first 24 hour bag of chemo – the pain subsided and I could eat again. By the end of that first week-long hospital stay, I had so much energy that I didn’t sleep for three days. My hair fell out the following weekend, and I discovered that I look pretty good bald (I’ve always had very thick hair, so I didn’t know what my head would look like). Two treatment weeks later I lost my eyebrows and eyelashes, which honestly bothered me more than the loss of the hair on my head.
My doctor kept increasing my dose by 20% with each treatment week, but it only made me STRONGER (at one point I made a joke that he should just give me Round-Up, which he didn’t find funny). Honestly, I haven’t ever felt as good in my life as I did when I was taking that chemotherapy.
My nights alone in my penthouse suite at the top of the Siteman Cancer Center at Barnes-Jewish were filled with long, encouraging conversations with my Baby Boy. We cried together and laughed together. I’m sure somewhere in his mind he felt afraid that he might lose me, but he never showed that to me. He was full of hope and strength and optimism. I will cherish those memories for the rest of my life.
After the third treatment week, a PET scan showed the cancer was essentially gone. For whatever reason, I was going to be one of the survivors! I dutifully finished all six treatment weeks, received a clean bill of health, and rang that bell like many lucky survivors before me.
I didn’t tell any of you about my struggles because I was carrying such a tremendous burden (between my cancer fight, my financial situation, work, and my ongoing attempts to help my Boy) that I just couldn’t cram anything else into my brain. Really, answering your questions during that period was a form of relaxation for me during those long days tethered to my chemo robot.
I’m really telling you this story now because I am doing some personal accounting. My Boy is now finally delivered to a safe country where he can begin a fresh, new life. I have sold my house (a 12-year source of frustration) and moved into a stress-free condominium. Next up will be the finishing up of certain personal projects, and potentially building a new, location-independent business so that I can lose my awful job … and maybe start a new life in a new country.
I’m now running into The Aftermath. I was supposed to be dead, but I’m alive instead. I don’t intend to waste this second chance at life. I approach the opportunity wiser, inspired, and grateful.
We’ve all been pretty stunned around here over the last four or five days as we have witnessed the glorious rise of Supreme Alpha @rugbyalpha4fags, the straight young rugby player who has discovered the empowering world of faggot Ownership and worship.
You can catch up with exactly how this amazing story unfolded by clicking the above pic to my main site and you can read them in order from the very beginning!
It’s so great to be a faggot and help satisfy incredible, natural-born Alphas like Rugby Alpha!
We have the full lineup of designs in our new TeeSpring store. I like TeeSpring because (a) I can reduce the price of the shirts, and (b) we get easy access to deliver to Europe.
You used to be 50% porn and 50% asks and now you’re like 90% asks and 10% porn. And it’s disappointing because a lot of these asks are the same people playing out their different fantasies. You can tell from their styles of writing. Post more fags worshipping alphas! “Remember who you are.”
Must … be … nice …
Perhaps this tiny fact escaped your notice, but Tumblr outlawed porn in December of 2018. Many blogs were shut down entirely. Mine survived – barely.
Yes, I am keenly aware that there are blogs still showing porn on this site. I don’t know if those are reblogged old posts that have not yet been deleted, or if these blogs have some secret pass to still upload porn. Nobody can give me a straight answer.
All I know is that I was getting strikes against my account for more than a year prior to the instituting of the porn ban. AND I CONTINUE TO GET THEM. In the last 36 hours I’ve received SIX strikes against my account for old posts that have yet to be deleted by the Tumblr police.
This is why I spent my own time and money setting up a separate, independently-operated version of the site at fagsworshipalphas.com. It has cost me a pretty penny, too. But there I managed to save all of that old content, and I have complete freedom to post as much porn as I want. I regularly do. So if that’s what you want from the site, then I suggest you go there then.
But I don’t need to be told to “remember who I am.” I work hard every day to expand the reach and influence of this little blog, because I want it to be a beacon of safety and support for those still looking for answers. I want Alphas to take hold of their full potential, and I want my fag brothers to understand the great joy I’ve experienced in my life as a faggot.
So I appreciate your constructive criticism, but I’d appreciate it a little more if you gave it one millisecond of thought before spouting off. Thank you.
I will be slowly expanding there over the next few days. Unlike Amazon (which limits the number of offerings/designs I can provide), TeeSpring gives me the freedom and flexibility to really stretch this out and let it run!
Feedback is always welcome here, or at 4hierarchy@gmail.com!
My baby boy has made it to freedom. He is finally home.
Concepts like “freedom” or “home” are often unappreciated by those of us who are born with them. But to those who have been born without these simple things, experiencing them means EVERYTHING.
My baby boy stepped off that plane today and into a future where, for the first time, he has a home, and he has his freedom. And I can tell you, that tastes sweeter than YooHoo.
I thank the universe every day for bringing this boy into my life almost three years ago, and giving me the strength to help carry him out of hell and into a new life pregnant with endless possibilities.
And in the process, I was given a gift as well – a chance to taste something for the first time in my life – LOVE. And it is EVERYTHING to me.
I found my soul mate. I found my partner. I found the great love of my life.
I found my son.
And that means EVERYTHING.
Welcome home baby boy, and welcome to a free world as wondrous as your imagination and hard work can make it.
Welcome to a new life filled with love. Our love. True love.
The little brown bird once living on my windowsill has flown away.
He stayed with me in safety, mending all of the injuries of this world. He suffered, but I rejoiced, healed by the beauty of his songs decorating every gauzy morning light. Through pain, there remained a defiant twinkle in his big black eyes.
I knew he would be okay. Someday he would fly away.
I watch from the Earth as he lifts himself to the sky where he belongs. Not on my windowsill, but in the endless, the infinite atmospheres high above.
Fly high, little brown bird! Defy gravity, defy pain, defy any remaining obstacle
Down below!
The most incredible, gut-wrenching, terrifying, overwhelming, and breathtaking journey of my life has reached an ecstatic conclusion! My baby boy is FINALLY FREE!
Against the most impossible odds we found each other through this blog. Through the darkness of the internet we grabbed each other by the hand and never let go. We battled everything together, side by side, and nothing this world threw at us could prevail. We overcame it all together with resolve and a firm belief that the power of the universe was lifting us up and guiding us.
In the process, I found my soul mate in this boy. I have cried oceans of tears over him. There were moments of soul-shattering pain when I was drenched in huge tears of agony. And there were many moments like tonight, when I am crying out of gratitude for this grace and the all-consuming depth of my love for him.
He is the love of my life. My partner. My soul mate. My beloved son. He is the huge piece of my life I didn’t know was missing until I found him. Or he found me. I now feel like I have been spending my whole life just waiting for this one little boy to finally arrive.
