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One of my favorite accounts on Twitter is Master David (@davidtentwoone). He is a wise and luxurious executive Alpha who doles out truth bombs to eager boys desperate for direction.
Here are his Ten Commandments.
This post is part of a thread following the life of a faggot named Shane who managed to convince his high school crush, a straight Alpha named Andrew, to allow him to serve. CLICK HERE to read this thread in chronological order!
I think every single gay male had that one straight guy in high school we wanted so badly but never managed to get. For me, it was this guy named Bob who looked vaguely like Kyle McLachlan. My attempts to get Bob’s attention were almost embarrassing, but I could never stop staring at his bulge or his perfectly-formed ass. He entertained my clumsy advances (I think he knew I was a faggot), but I was way too awkward and unsure of myself as a freshman to make anything happen.
I think that pretty much describes the experiences of most gay males crushing on straight guys in high school. However, every so often a crafty and determined faggot will figure out the magic formula and strike gold. In this case, the crafty faggot in question is a twenty-something fag named Shane.
Shane lusted after a tall, lanky athlete in his high school named Andrew. They became good friends, and nothing happened between them for their entire time in school.
But Shane never gave up.
So we went to High school together actually. He ended up moving out to Boston as he got a job with Olympia Sports while he attended Umass Boston online. I had gotten a job out in Boston 6 years back and commuted. He was my crush in high school. Literally worshiped him. I knew he was living in the city and hit him up to see if he had an apartment that had a available room or what the deal was with him. He actually said he was looking for another place in the city to live as the rent was too high where he was at. So I ended up getting a 2 bedroom apartment in the city and told him I had a good apartment for cheap rent. He ended up moving in with me and it was amazing.
After a couple of months I knew I had to be honest with him. I sat down and talked with him about my situation. I told him I was a faggot and that I had worshipped him since high school and that I felt most useful helping him achieve his goals. As he had been single for a number of years I also let him know that i am there for his pleasure as well.
He was like wtf and took some time to think about what I just told him. About a week later he came back to me and told me what the rules are. I take care of the majority of the rent, I keep his room, bathroom, and the place clean. I help him with his assignments. And I will give him sexual pleasure when he wanted it. So the fact he laid down the law like that with me proves he was a true Alpha. And I was super happy to help him on his journey.
That’s one hell of an introduction to the use of faggots! Even Shane admitted his overwhelming fear:
Dude when I had my first conversation with him about telling him about me. I was so scared and nervous. We always were cool with each other before and I didn’t want to scare him off and I didn’t want to ruin our already existing friendship. But the fact he was open to it was incredible.
So it didn’t take Master Andrew long to seize control of the useful situation:
So he started getting his feet wet by no longer using my name but calling me fag/faggot all the time. Then he started telling me to do things, like his laundry, cleaning shit, picking up stuff for him, giving him some spending cash. I loved doing it man.
Then about a month into this I woke up one morning hearing him call me. “Faggot come here”. So I went to his room. He was kicked back on the bed masturbating, his dick was popped out of his boxers and he said I was going to be his fuck toy from now on as well. He ordered me to get on the bed with him and suck his cock, which I gladly did. And I was passive in the whole situation, I didn’t suck so much as he skull fucked me with his hands holding my head. I gagged, spit-up, and choked but that’s how he liked getting his head. And I was so happy to be used for his needs. I would smell his dirty socks and boxers, I’d sniff and lick his Jordan’s for him. He loved the power imbalance.
But then Master Andrew made the unexpected decision to introduce his new faggot to his Alpha pack!
So like I said we went to high school together so we know many of the same people from central MA. The first time he had a party he invited some buds from high school so he could hang with them and also out me as a faggot to them. They got pretty drunk and high. But I was ordered to serve them beer, pack bowls, get food, lick their sneakers, sniff and lick their feet while they all laughed and humiliated me. There was like 12 people over. The deal was if I was to be used for sex I’d be taken into the bedroom and used there. And 4 guys did use me sexually that night. They were too drunk to care, just needing to nut.
Shane has now been serving Master Andrew for SIX YEARS! And while the dynamic between them has changed since high school, the core bond between them remains thanks to each one accepting the truth about the other.
Whenever we’d go out in public together the dynamic never changed to make it seem like I was his equal. He called me fag in public all the time. I’d get looks but I didn’t care. He’s completely lost respect for me as a person … now I’m just his bitch faggot.
I absolutely love this true story of a faggot and an Alpha finding Hierarchical fulfillment in each other! And I’m so very inspired by Shane’s persistent pursuit of the Alpha to whom he desperately wanted to submit!
What a lesson, and what inspiration! Follow Shane’s great example, make room for service and make it a priority, and you too can find success!
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
When I first met Michael, I knew instantly that he was a good faggot. How? Because he fearlessly pursued the fundamentals and made service a priority. This isn’t difficult. It simply requires courage and focus and humility. Michael has all of those qualities, and that led to his remarkable run of Alphas in his apartment complex.
Since then, I’ve come to know much more about Michael, and I can confidently state that he might be one of the greatest living non-porn faggots in the world. Since the apartment building assignment, Michael’s pure dedication to service has led to increasingly-incredible opportunities that make my mouth water. It has been one of the great privileges of my time with this site that I’ve been blessed to carry his experiences and encouragement.
With that said, Michael’s latest update is a real stunner; I’m so glad I kept pestering him to update me on his situation. I had to read it twice to digest it fully. Just read:
sam, Thanks for asking. i am super happy and super fulfilled in service to my teen Alpha god, Theo.
you and i have had this conversation before, but i never cease to be astounded by how naturally and instinctively an Alpha finds His Alphaness and imposes it on His willing faggot servant. Theo’s need to unload is virtually perpetual — way in excess of the average 18-year-old male (at least in my experience). i am expected to be there when He wakes up in the morning to take His morning load before He has the breakfast i prepare for Him and He heads off to school. i am there when He comes home from practice to take His afternoon load. Sometimes if He has a free period during the school day, He will text me and i slip out of work and head over to the high school. my boss William (more about Him later) knows that i am going over to service his son and so He is very accommodating (not to me, but to His son Theo.) And, of course i am there in the evening to take His last load before He goes to bed.
my service to Theo is pretty much a full-time job in addition to my regular full-time job. i clean His apartment above the garage every day after i give him His morning BJ and send Him off to school. i do His laundry. Detail His car before He goes off on a date and keep it filled with gas. i help Him with His class assignments and often, just do them for Him — not because He doesn’t understand the schoolwork (because He is brilliant) but rather because there are so many more enjoyable things He could do with that time — the gym, fucking girls or hanging with His buds. He understands that He can call upon me at any time to run even the most trivial errands just because He can, and just because He knows that i am thrilled to do things for Him.
And as always, i am blown away by the supreme confidence that Alpha males have. you will recall that Theo had inquired of my service to His father, William, and i told Him that that service did not include sexual service. Well, one evening I am nourishing myself on Theo’s cock when His dad walks in. Theo doesn’t miss a beat. “Dad, the faggot tells me that it’s never given you a blow job. You don’t know what you’re missing.” William just stands there watching while Theo has a massive orgasm and deposits so much cum in my mouth (His fourth load of the day) that i cannot swallow it all, and a good amount dribbles out of the corner of my mouth. “Take care of my dad,” Theo orders. i go over, look up at William with pleading eyes and ask, “may i Sir?” He nods and i unzip Him, take out an impressive cock and go to work. i am thrilled to say that William is not just pleased, but overwhelmed. i get to suck William off from time to time now. Never at work, but often after i have blown Theo, He will direct me to go over to the big house and take care of His dad.
Now here’s the problem. Theo will be going off to college in the Fall. The acceptances come in next week, but all the schools He’s applied to are out of town. If i am to continue my service to Him i will have to relocate. William is trying to set something up for me to be “assigned” to the office of a client or of a friend of His so that i can continue in my service to Theo. It depends on where Theo ends up going to college. Stay tuned.
regards, michael
Frankly, this is such a remarkable experience that I barely knew where to begin. First of all, this is yet another example of a straight Alpha father and straight Alpha son sharing a faggot together. I’ve covered enough of these true stories (from different cultures, too!) that this must be a rite of passage for Alphas. The empirical evidence clearly supports this.
Then I wonder in amazement at Michael’s workload and tirelessness in service. He literally must not have time to breathe these days with these expectant Alphas running him ragged. Priests in a monastery don’t dedicate themselves to this degree. It’s jaw-dropping.
But then that last part about being moved by his boss Alpha William so that Michael can continue to service his son at college … WOW! That’s mind-blowing. What a privilege to be so valued by two Alpha gods that they move heaven and earth so you can keep worshiping them!
I remember when I first began writing down the principles I lived by in my service to Alphas, and I felt alone and exasperated by the failure of my fag brothers to take this seriously. It was like they didn’t believe the possibilities of fulfillment if they would just dedicate themselves to it.
And then my beautiful brother Michael seemingly dropped out of the sky and perfectly embodied everything I had been preaching all along. And look at how happy and fulfilled he is! You can be just like him!
I am so very grateful to my brother for his honesty and his example. I love the inspiration (and, frankly, competition) Michael gives me. Thank you, my dear friend!
I received a few responses from my post regarding faggot auctions (prompting last night’s drunken podcast), but none of the responses were as vivid as the one I received from a young Alpha in the UK who calls himself Master J. It seems that he owns a couple of faggots already through the hunt/capture method, but after that post about auctions he’s thinking he might like to stock his stable with some paid-for faggots.
He wrote this:
Hi boy,
an interesting reply. The fish may well taste better when you catch it, but in this instance I would expect a trained slave for a nice sum of money, which would be further reinforced with its buyer’s training.
I want one. I would very much anticipate a slave being bought at auction in the USA, for example, and being shipped as cargo to the UK will be better submissive because it depends on it’s master that degree more, escape is no good, it knows no-one.
I work for a UK airline, ambulance service and study at university full time, that’s a heck of a lot and I need slaves to take care of my needs. I don’t need to come home to a list of chores or dinner to cook, that’s their job whilst they massage my feet too.
Tommy, my current slave is good, but he studies at university in a different part of the country and I need a slave 24/7. I caught Tommy by being me. Coming home sweaty from the gym, a day at uni… whatever. Noticing him try to subtly sniff the air as I walked past, my gym gear going missing, my socks feeling a little wet (from where he’d been licking).
I always knew he was a fag, so I tried a less orthodox approach. I introduced another, nsa runt, to the mix. We’ll call him Jack. I knew Tommy was coming to my place around 4 ‘for some games’, so I got jack round at 3 and began throat fucking it. Tommy eventually came in to see me throatfucking jack on the sofa and it was like fate turned to reality. Tommy stripped, crawled over and started worshiping my feet whilst I pounded Jack’s throat. Tommy didn’t say a word, but that’s the moment when he became mine fully.
Not being content with that, I commanded Tommy to run Jacks ass. I had the intention on fucking it and Tommy was gonna be the tool to prepare the ass. Once it had slobbered over the ass enough, I locked Tommy in a cage and made him watch me mount/rape faggot Jack for a while whilst pumping multiple loads into it.
That withdrawal, not being used, ignorance was too much for Tommy. And that day onward he’s been my total fag since, when he is here away from uni.
I’m already in the process of acquiring a new item, but I want to pay for one too, to see the difference and grow my stable of only the best runts in the world.
First of all, this is pretty advanced faggot manipulation for a college Alpha! Is there a class Alphas take to learn these effective faggot enslavement techniques, or is it just pure nature? Regardless, Master J’s plan worked perfectly, simultaneously humiliating and exciting the faggot (the secret sauce) and forcing it to fully submit!
This is an interesting test Master J proposes as well. Of course, any purchased faggot would need to be trained to Master J’s specifications, but i would be curious if its pre-trained state would make it more pliable for more training, or more rebellious.
Given what I’ve learned about Master J, I am thinking he’s more than capable of handling rebellious faggots!
Men like Master J will never be satisfied with single-use or occasional-use faggots. He requires complete ownership and constant use in all areas of his life. And he deserves it.
Are the myths about faggot auctions true? A drunken discussion.
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This thread follows the story of Master Thomas, an Alpha in a committed relationship with a faggot and the faggot’s brother. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
Last November I introduced you to Master Thomas, an Alpha who was in a committed relationship with a faggot. At that time his faggot was struggling to submit to chastity, and Master Thomas was considering the bold step of enslaving his faggot’s brother as well.
Then I dropped the ball with Master Thomas’s update in December, a surprising little story about how he enslaved his faggot’s actual brother. With all of insanity at that time, I accidentally passed over that update and didn’t post about it.
After a few months, I finally received a new message from this powerful Alpha:
Hi Sam,
Hope you are well.
Some advice needed. One of my faggots is refusing to be caged. He never touches himself whilst being fucked, so clearly is aware of how useless his cock is, but he is concerned that people will see the cage through his clothing and also doesn’t want to fully give up the ability to masturbate.
What course of action would you advise?
I was overjoyed to hear from him again! After thinking about the problem, I advised him this way:
Master,
I’m sorry you’re having trouble with this faggot! The refusal to accept chastity is a difficult objection to overcome, especially given the fact that you’re already giving it dick without a cage. Many Masters refuse to give a faggot dick until it accepts chastity.
Here’s my suggestion: tell the faggot that it must wear chastity when it is serving you. So no matter what it’s doing in service to you, whether it’s being bred or it’s sucking your cock or cleaning your toilet, it must wear a chastity cage.
You should be the one to apply the cage each time. And while you’re doing it, tell the faggot it is a “good boy” and that you are proud of it. Once locked, have the faggot kneel before you, and have your dick out. Have the faggot explain the difference between your cock and its clit. When it gives the correct answer, you tell it “good faggot” and then have it smell your cock and balls before feeding it.
The purpose of this exercise is to force the faggot to admit its inferior and undeserving status in comparison to a Man. This is accomplished both visually and vocally. The compliments and reassurances create intimacy and a sense of safety. It creates a connection between what the faggot wants (your cock and cum) and what it’s resisting (the cage).
Fittingly, it’s the same kind of reinforcement exercise you might use to train a dog.
You and I both know that chastity is the best thing for a faggot, but occasionally a faggot needs to be coaxed into accepting its reality.
I absolutely adore Men like you, Master. You take faggot ownership seriously and responsibly. This faggot doesn’t yet understand what a privilege it is to be locked by a Man like you, but through training it can be helped to grasp it!
I hope this helps, or at least gives you some ideas, Master. Please let me know how it goes!
I heard back almost immediately from Master Thomas, and he had a potentially brutal solution to the problem:
Thank you for your advice Sam.
I will consider it. The other thing I might do is either threaten to ditch him, and let his younger brother step up, or actually do that.
His younger brother is more subservient, younger and more supple anyway.
I’ll report back once I’ve decided.
This is something every faggot should deeply consider when in service to an Alpha. When an Alpha tells you he wants you to do something (like go into chastity), you should do it as far as possible OR ELSE YOU WILL BE REPLACED. There is always a “younger and more supple” faggot out there, or even sleeping in the basement (like the brother is doing right now).
Master Thomas knows his place in the world and that he deserves obedience from his faggots. He will tolerate nothing less.
Hi Sam,
Would you or would anybody recommend a specific cage that can be considered as one hundred percent inescapable?
There is a chastity cage known as “The Vice” that is touted as virtually inescapable after two days of wear. I don’t have any empirical evidence that is true, but it might be the best option without requiring a Prince Albert piercing. It looks like this:
This thread follows the story of a faggot named Shane. He’s a young, inexperienced faggot who has found a new, intriguing Alpha to serve. CLICK HERE to read all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
I think every faggot enters into its first few service opportunities with wide eyes and hopes of love. It’s easy to fall for that dream. When we find ourselves in the presence of overwhelmingly powerful Alpha Males and our fantasies instantly sway toward love and romance. It’s difficult to control those feelings.
This is why I so often caution faggots to control their emotions when serving Alphas. It can lead to such devastating heartbreak when the Alpha moves on or changes the nature of the dynamic. I’ve felt that crushing experience in my life, and I’ve counseled countless faggots through heartbreaks of their own.
But every so often, a wonderful thing happens.
When I first met Shane, he had a concern about a new Alpha with whom he went out on a “date.”
I met this guy (named Isaiah), he is literally perfect. Like 100% perfect. I went on a date with him last night, and it ended up with him rubbing my thigh and us kissing. He’d be the perfect boyfriend, but he revealed to me this morning that he has two other guys that are subs to him. What should I do? Go for boyfriend, or go into the pack?
I loved this opening statement from Shane for a couple of reasons. First of all, it’s hopeful and sweet. But, more importantly, Shane here demonstrates humility and an understanding of his place. He recognizes the superiority of Alpha Isaiah, and is willing to submit to the humiliation of being in a faggot stable in order to serve this Man.
Then they had a further conversation about what was developing between them, and it added more confusion to the mix:
Alpha Isaiah told me he likes me, that he wants me to be “a man in my life.” I asked him if he wanted me to be different from his other faggots, and he told me he wants me to be both … but how does that work?
I explained to Shane that Alpha Isaiah was telling him these things to gauge his reaction to the idea. But Shane was already ahead of me on that.
I told him I was completely fine with it. That he could have as many faggots as he wanted.
Master Isaiah decided to test his new faggot’s resolve in this matter by immediately introducing Shane to his two current faggots! This was a bold and extremely clever move akin to throwing a hesitant child into a pool to make it learn to swim. Shane felt the meeting went as well as possible, although he noted that the oldest-tenured faggot was distinctly cold toward him.
Then Master Isaiah allowed Shane to sleep over! And instead of fucking, Master Isaiah held Shane all night and kissed him repeatedly. This blew my mind. I’m simply not familiar with an Alpha who prioritizes emotional interactions over sexual ones.
Afterward Master Isaiah sent the following text message: “You’re not going to be jealous, are you? The other boys are just toys to me. You’re more than that. I have actual feelings for you.”
After this, Master Isaiah asked Shane to be his boyfriend! And of course, Shane enthusiastically agreed!
But then, Master Isaiah performed another test. He Facetimed Shane and had Shane watch him piss on and use one of his two faggots. The faggot paid Master Isaiah $3,000 for that privilege.
I had to talk Shane through his feelings of anxiety and fear at the sight of this. I reassured Shane that Master Isaiah wants to see if he can really handle being the boyfriend/faggot of an Alpha who will be owning and using other faggots. It was a difficult test, but Shane passed.
To reward his new faggot boyfriend, Master Isaiah purchased $6,000 worth of equipment, including a dog kennel and various BDSM-related items. Master Isaiah’s plan seems to be to bring his faggots in-house to serve him and his new fag boyfriend.
Extraordinary situations like this one do happen, but they’re rare. It’s not something any faggot should expect from any Alpha they serve. But when it does happen, it’s magical.
This thread features the story of Achim, a 55-year-old German faggot who has spent many years in service to straight Alphas. CLICK HERE to read the posts in this thread in chronological order!
Several days ago I received a question from Achim, a 55-year-old German faggot who had spent years serving straight Alphas and was having a problem with his current Alpha. The 28-year-old Alpha had become unresponsive, and Achim didn’t know what to do.
I had a sneaking suspicion that the Alpha was getting cold feet and trying to ghost the faithful faggot, so I carefully advised him to stop putting energy into chasing this Alpha down. I just hoped I was wrong.
Well, I received this wonderful message from him today:
Hi Sam, I want to tell you that you were absolutely right! The Alpha (if he was one) has indeed blocked me and hid from me. Your advice not to put any energy into it was right! And also your prognosis was right: I met another straight Alpha. He is 23 years young; so also very young. But He knows what He wants. He has no experience with fags so far, but He is self-confident enough to admit that. Today i went to him for the first time to clean his apartment. He wants me to do the housekeeping regularly at His place, which i do with pleasure. He is dominant, but at the same time respectful and friendly. He takes what belongs to Him without breaking anything. I think I fell in love with him right away. He also looks very attractive. I hope he will cunt me one day.
Greetings fag Achim
AWESOME!
What I truly love about Achim’s example here is that, instead of moping over a lost Alpha, he got right back up and submitted to another, more appreciative Alpha! THIS is the attitude faggots need to have! Never give up pursuing what truly fulfills you no matter how old you are!
So today I recorded a podcast that I’m sure will be debated and referenced ad nauseum for a long time. To supplement that podcast is this post, where I break down what I consider to be the Ten Commandments of Faghood.
There is no way to truly boil down faghood into a simple set of rules. There are simply too many outside forces at play in the life of a true faggot, especially if it is a faggot serving an Alpha Master. However, I do think the following commandments capture the essential practices and mindset necessary to find fulfillment as a faggot.
Before I begin the top ten, I want to mention one runner up …
RUNNER UP: FOOT WORSHIP – Alphas love to have their feet worshiped. Their feet are an odd way to trigger their Alpha within. Faggots should learn how to properly massage and worship their Alpha’s feet, perform pedicures, and other useful techniques.
And now, onto the list proper:
10. FINANCIAL SERVICE – When I mention financial service, I’m not necessarily referring to financial domination (findom). I mean that a faggot should be ready and willing (and even eager) to give financial tributes and gifts to better the lives of their owners. After all, what is a faggot if it unwilling to surrender its treasure along with its life?
9. BREEDING – The act of breeding is a very profound and powerful statement of the ownership of a faggot by a Man. It is ownership on the INSIDE, as the Man’s semen becomes a part of the faggot’s body. Men want this form of ownership, and it’s a faggot’s duty to provide this.
8. DOMESTIC SERVICE – Some faggots complain about domestic service; they think it’s below them. It is not. It really is the fulfillment of a faggot’s life: selfless service. It really must be a part of the service faggots give to Men.
7. CLEAN SHAVEN – First of all, I’m NOT referring to beards and moustaches. I mean that, unless otherwise specified, a faggot should have its pubes, pussy, and body (if required) shaved or waxed. Men want to see clean, fresh faggot skin that they can use.
6. CHASTITY – Some Masters would probably put chastity at the top of this list, while others might leave it off entirely. I’m putting it on here because I have seen and experienced what chastity can do for a faggot’s mind and heart. At the very least chastity must be seriously considered for owned faggots.
5. SWALLOWING – One major Hierarchical involves cum. It cannot be wasted. So faggots who are performing oral service for their Alpha must swallow if he is not going to fuck it into the faggot’s pussy. Women spit. Faggots swallow.
4. CLEANLINESS – Anal sex requires a lot of work and commitment on the part of the faggot. An Alpha’s sex drive is unpredictable and endless. Faggots must be ready to be clean for their Alphas when they want to fuck. Part of that involves frequent enemas, but also involves dietary control.
3. TRAINING – Faggots should take their commission seriously by constantly striving to train themselves to improve their oral and anal skills. This involves dildo play, Kegel exercises, and deepthroat techniques. It’s a lifelong commitment.
2. OBEDIENCE – It should be so obvious, right? Faggots should be obedient to their Masters! And yet, mysteriously, so many faggots fail the test of obedience. It is a MUST.
1. HONORIFICS – An honorific is a title like “Mr.” to designate an elevated, formal status to a person. In Hierarchy, honorifics like “Sir” or “Master” should always be used in reference to Alphas. They are superior and deserve such respect. It is improper to address an Alpha plainly by his name., as if a faggot was his equal. They are not equal in any way.
These are my Ten Commandments of Faghood. What would you add or subtract? How would you order them?
These are the Top 10 Non-Negotiable Commandments of Faghood!
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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.
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:
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.
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!
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?
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.Hot, but also honest.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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!
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!
One of my new favorite Twitter accounts is the one penned by Master David (@davidtentwoone). He describes himself as an “executive owner” of boys.
His tweets are sublime meditations on the meaning and purpose of his Alphahood, as well as the function and fulfillment of the boys and faggots he owns and cultivates. The account is rich with exquisitely-phrased psalms of Hierarchical truth.
I am hoping to interview this fascinating new Alpha whose mind and heart have transfixed me recently.
I dearly love skimming the comments section of this site because every so often you encounter an amazing experience or useful thought that takes you by surprise.
Such was the case with the comment left by an anonymous sigma Alpha yesterday (partially quoted above). His entire quote was this:
I say this as a sigma alpha: Using a faggot should never be a license to abuse. Though clearly sometimes alphas think it is and act that way. Which is wrong. The submission of a faggot to an alpha is a gift, an honor given by the faggot. There is a difference between mutual pleasure based in nature’s hierarchy and life endangerment on the part of a thoughtless, even perhaps criminal, superior. It is he who has the responsibility to discern that line because it is the alpha who has the power to act, while the faggot only has the power to refuse, which may effectively cease once it is drawn close into the alpha’s orbit.
Magnificent!
One beautiful aspect of sigma Alphas is their ability to be keen observers of human behavior. This generally lends itself to deeper Hierarchical thought, which rings all of my bells.
That quote should hang in a museum it is so exquisite, but instead I shall display it here for the world to read and ponder.
Thank you, Sir!
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This is part of the chastity cage Master @mysovereignfund personally locked onto his owned faggot. As you can see, it’s forever engraved with his initials.
Ownership is the ultimate expression of Alphahood. It involves great power, but also responsibility. #HierarchyIsTruth!
Rape is an electric word. It shocks the ears of everyone who hears it, regardless of context.
In the Hierarchical world, rape is often used to put a charge into conversations/situations involving rough sex. Alphas are the top of the food chain, so to speak, and their animal lusts are powerful and uncontrollable forces of nature. They cannot and should not be restrained by the expectations of lesser humans.
This is especially true of faggots. As a faggot that was raped at knifepoint, I can say that, in looking back, my Alpha rapist did me a favor in a way by reinforcing the truth of my existence. He burned it into my soul. Faggots need rough fucking to rattle their cages and refocus their attention on their true purpose: service and worship of Men. This level of rough fucking might be called rape by modern societal standards, but it is not really rape for the faggot. It is necessary adjustment.
On the FWA Discord server there was a lively conversation about the word “rape” and its use on social media among visible personalities in the Dom/sub scene (me included). An Apex Alpha known as DomJakewulf joined the fray and unleashed this magnificent thought-piece on the subject that absolutely needs to be read by all:
Still trying to wrap my head around the idea of “raping” an inferior or “rape-like” fucking.
Brutally hard, relentless use of an inferior’s holes is the absolute right of an Alpha, no doubt. Once consent is given, the inferior gives up any control of the intensity of how an Alpha uses him.
I would beat the shit out of any man who I learned fucked someone without consent. First, the world is too full of faggots to ever need to fuck anyone without consent. Second, a true Alpha has better integrity than to fuck someone without consent. Lesser men are the ones who take what they haven’t earned or who take outside their level on the hierarchy.
Rape is a very real crime with real victims. I’ve never met an inferior who was a victim of my fuck. Most walked (hobbled) away feeling better about themselves after the brutal, terrorizing fuck they endured.
Words have power. Alphas have power. Alphas don’t need to rape or fuck in a rape-like manner. An Alpha knows that a hard, brutal, relentless, unforgiving, testosterone-driven rager of a fuck is not rape–its just how we fuck.
Clean it up, boys. Don’t borrow a word with a very negative meaning to describe a positive a perfectly consensual experience between an Alpha and his inferiors.
First of all, BRAVO!
Secondly, his point of view here meticulously slices the line between consent and nonconsent so surgically that he should be awarded a doctorate. I love when intelligent Apex Alphas thunder righteous declarations like this! It is akin to Moses hearing God’s voice on Mount Sinai.
My viewpoint is this: faggots imply consent when they submit to an Alpha. Their consent is implied almost from their birth as a faggot, and certainly verified by an adult life lived as a faggot.
Submitting to an Alpha is the reality of offering yourself for his needs. You lay yourself out like a banquet table and invite him to eat from you until he is satisfied. In that situation, he takes whatever he wants because permission to do so is implied.
But submitting to an Alpha can also be like inviting a tornado to visit your home. You might have expectations of how you’d like that tornado to behave, but more than likely it’s going to level your house.
Every single faggot needs to remember what Master Jake wrote above. Understand what your submission implies, and then be ready for anything.
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
There aren’t enough superlatives to describe my incredible brother Michael. I don’t know if I’ve ever known another faggot with his kind of passion and reverence for the commission of faghood, and then applies a furious work ethic to fulfilling it. Honestly, I am almost ashamed of my output in the last five years in comparison.
Despite my embarrassment, I have been invigorated and inspired by Michael’s ongoing example. In particular, these recent developments with Master Theo, the son of Michael’s co-worker Alpha Master William, have really wowed me. Not only does Michael’s service create logistical complications, but it also forces Michael to tiptoe through the minefield of a father/son relationship as well. Not easy!
Master Theo ‘s new and increasing hunger for constant fag service is making the situation even more difficult. Read Michael’s latest update:
Sam, i have to say that Theo got His Alpha on really quickly and with ease. (No surprise here. As you know, Sam, an Alpha is an Alpha.) He just drops His clothes wherever when He comes home from school or practice or the gym, or on a date. When i come in the morning for His morning blow job, His room looks like a scene of devastation. After His shower, He just drops the towels wherever, knowing that i am there to pick up after Him. And of course, when He comes home from school or practice. His room above the garage is immaculate, His clothes are washed, ironed and put away. He still texts me three or four times a day to take care of His (apparently) always full balls. He is a virtual cum-producing machine — and what sweet cum it is.
He asked me if i suck His father’s dick and i said i did not. (i didn’t mention that i would suck William’s dick in a heartbeat if He wanted me to.) “Well, what do you do for my dad?” i explained: i bring His coffee, attend to His routine correspondence, clean His desk every day, polish His shoes, wash His car while it is in the garage. Theo was interested in the last. “You wash my dad’s car, faggot?” “Yes Sir, a man like Him should be driving around in a great looking car.” “Then why aren’t you washing mine, bitch?” Theo drives a little Porsche Boxter that William gave Him for His 16th birthday. Well, i am embarrassed to say that i never thought of it, Sam; of course i should have been washing Theo’s car. Like His dad, He deserves to be driving around on sparkling clean wheels. The problem is that Theo drives His car to school, to soccer practice, to the gym, on dates or when He’s hanging out with the guys. The only time i have to attend to Theo’s car is when He finally comes home for the night and has texted me to come over for His go-to-sleep bj (when He hasn’t brought some totally lucky girl or woman home with Him). So some nights, i am at work on Theo’s car at 2:00 in the morning or later. But, of course, as you know Sam, it is worth it — just to know that my Alpha is driving to school every day in a pristine, shiny set of awesome wheels.
Sorry for the couple of days delay in reporting in, but between Theo and His dad, and the two college jocks living in my apartment, i am kinda busy.
I laughed when I got to the part where Michael admits to embarrassment for not thinking to clean Master Theo’s car. I mean, I get it, but how much more can a faggot actually do???
As it turns out, quite a bit! I find it jaw-dropping to imagine Michael out at a car wash station polishing Master Theo’s car at 2am! How many faggots out there are willing to go to these lengths to please (essentially) four Masters at the same time?!?
But it’s this kind of selfless devotion that makes Michael such a superb faggot!
Master Theo (@DXMTHEO) is a wonderfully thoughtful Alpha I found on Twitter. He really takes his position seriously and cares about his faggots like cherished property. I really love what I’ve learned about him.
I wanted to share his magnificent recent thread about the nature of chastity.
It means a lot to my subs to be in chastity. They strive to be the best they can be for me and live up to what they think my expectations are. Yes, as a master, my expectations of a sub are low – That’s a given, that’s life and they know this. Yet going into chastity to honour and respect me by giving up their ‘manhood’ means they no longer feel shame by having a penis and touching it. The idea of that is dirty to them, deep down it always has been. Only I can enjoy that kind of pleasure and right to enjoy my cock – They know who and what they are in chastity, the cage is is a constant reminder. A reminder of what they are and what they’re not. All subs should be caged out of respect. If you’re true to yourself and you’re a sub, then we all know you’re not a man.. Think about why you haven’t caged yourself already let this be your sign to do so. OBEDIENCE is your pleasure, not the use of your so called ‘penis’ – Being caged isn’t a kink, nor is it funny. It’s natural . Kill off your ‘manhood’ and step up and embrace what you are, sub.
Brilliance!
I suggest that you follow this great Alpha voice on the scene!
This thread follows the experience of Nick, a faggot who got the attention of his straight neighbor while listening to the Hierarchy Podcast. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
Almost exactly one month ago I wrote a post entitled “A Brave Defense Of Hierarchy” (CLICK HERE). In it I told the story of a faggot named Nick who was overheard by his straight neighbor while listening to the Hierarchy Podcast. When the disgusted neighbor asked Nick if he believed what I was saying in that podcast episode, Nick gathered his strength and replied, “Yes, it’s all true.”
At the end of that post I wrote the following:
To that end, keep this in mind: that neighbor listened to it, didn’t he? And he may have had a disgusted initial reaction, but what might come of things as the information turns in his mind?
Well I’ll tell you what “came of things!” Nick just sucked this neighbor off!!!
How did this happen? To properly explain the magic at work, I need to recap what has happened over the last month leading up to this momentous event. I didn’t do ongoing updates on the story because I didn’t have much time, but I was tracking it with great interest!
Anyway, after that initial outburst by the neighbor, there was a period of relative silence from him. Nick remained friendly, but the neighbor was standoffish.
But Nick was persistent in finding ways to present himself for service to this straight neighbor Alpha. Then, this happened:
Well wow, I have an update already. I heard him talking as he headed out across the hall so I followed after him claiming I needed air and to check my mail. Kind of helps that he smokes a bit too much, he’s easy to find. I never thought I’d get a thing for a smoker like that since I have asthma, but the more I associate it with him since I see him doing it usually when I see him it’s seeming more hot. Lol
I forgot the superbowl is tomorrow and he’s annoyed because his girlfriend is going to church, brunch, then work so he had to get ready for friends for the game. I told him, “I’m sure you have more valuable things to do then errands and cooking before a game. I can get ready for you.” and now long story short I’m making him a spread for the superbowl, that he’ll take credit for. I’m making a huge tray of loaded nachos, pot stickers, getting chips and Dips, and I’m making him Tuna filled rice balls for lunch as something extra. I hope I do a good job. He said he would come over to get the food in the afternoon before the game.
This is EXACTLY how it’s done! Make yourself useful in some practical way and help straight Alphas understand that you’re a useful utility in their life!
Almost prophetically, I wrote the following to Nick as he was telling me this:
After the game, the Alpha returned the dishes. Notice the tenor of their conversation:
I got my trays and dishes back from my neighbor alpha. He said he was very pleased with my service. I told him I’m always ready to help him out, and he just said, Damn that’s right. Glad you see that.
So already we see that Nick was able to turn a disgusted Alpha into one receptive to fag service.
But Nick didn’t stop there. He knew a big move was coming and wanted to use it to his advantage.
I ran into my neighbor for the first time in a few days. I asked him how he is doing preparing for his move and he said his girlfriend is all stressed and being a pain. I was nervous but I told him I’d be thrilled to help relieve him if he needs it.
He told me he doesn’t really think he’s gay and I told him if he’s not, he’s not but he’s entitled to feel good when he wants, that if I help him feel pleasure that’s just him getting what he needs. I think he’s considering it. I saw him again this afternoon and asked how he’s doing and if he needs anything. His girlfriend is apparently giving him a lot of crap because she’s stressed out, I reminded him to come by whenever.
Again, Nick uses stress-free language to make bold offers to this neighbor. That goes a long way to disarming his defenses!
Then, most incredibly, the breakthrough happened a few days before the big move:
He knocked on my door and asked for bubble wrap and stuff since he didn’t want to go to the store so I went to get him mine and when I came back he was sitting on the couch rubbing his crotch. He asked me “have you been looking at my bulge?” and I told him, “Yes Sir.” and he asked if I thought about sucking his cock and I told him Yes Sir, and he then told me, well I haven’t gotten any all week so Ill give you my cock then if I don’t tell his girlfriend. I told him I would never and he pulled me down to my knees and took his pants off and whipped it out!
He just told me “well suck it bitch” and I did. It was huge and hairy and I just got drunk on the look and the scent and melted away as I went at it. He seemed to really get into it and started moaning and really forcing my head on it. He said I was a fucking faggot and he needed it and he came a huge load in my throat. He held me down and had me swallow it all which I did happily. He was very pleased and said, “fuck, If I knew I could get this down the hall on command I would have taken your throat ages ago.” he called me a good fag before he took his stuff and left and I just kind of was in a daze!
STUNNING!
This is how it’s done! Nick followed every step of straight conversion perfectly, remaining patient and open and submissive, and he found success!
All of this from just listening to an episode of the Hierarchy Podcast within earshot of an Alpha! Not exactly the result I expected when I started the podcast, but I’m so pleased it initiated this service opportunity!
As for Nick, he’s moved into his new place and is already scoping it out for potential Alphas to serve! A faggot’s work is NEVER done!
I’ve always maintained that the right approach can win over most Men with any form of dominance in them (sub-Alpha and above) or even some betas. The key to this right approach is deceptively simple: make the Man feel safe. Give him a place where he is confident and can be assured of discretion, and Men will absolutely run with a lot of things you might not expect. I’m consistently surprised (even now) at just how easily Men can shake off their feigned disgust and showy public repulsion when you get them alone in a place of physical and emotional safety.
I use this to highlight a recent question/comment I received from a reader named DSim. In it he describes his technique for seducing straight Men, even though he comes at it from a somewhat different angle than I do.
READ:
If you hang out with older (+35) married men and you let them know that you are bisexual*, they WILL use you, you just have to be brave and avoid rejecting them when they make conscious or subconscious moves towards you.
Real life example: My neighbor at my old place.
Looks exactly like the guy from CzechBitch. We started talking more and more whenever we ran into each other and at some point he invited me to his place to drink beer and watch sports while his wife was out. We sat on the couch chatting about random stuff and he made some comments about seeing older guys come and go from my apartment. I told him that I’m bisexual because I like sucking cock and getting fucked and women can’t give me that. He quizzed me further and I told him that I prefer older married guys because they are more discreet than cocky young douchebags. After more usual questions (“Why do you like it? Doesn’t it hurt? What do you get out of it? How do you meet all those guys? What about STDs?”) we switched topics and went back to watching sports.
After he finished his beer, he got up to get another one and when he came back, he had another beer for me. I cheekily asked him “Are you trying to get me drunk?” and he stammered “Maybe” while chuckling nervously. I gathered my courage and said “Why? I’d suck your cock even if I was fully sober”.
Next thing I knew I was on my knees sucking his cock. After half an hour or so he said “I think I’m too drunk to cum tonight” so I told him that my asshole disagrees with that statement. First he mounted me on the couch, then I grabbed his dick and led him to the bedroom where he proceeded to really punish my ass. I’ve never been raped for real but getting dicked down by a drunk middle-aged man who’s desperately trying to cum must be pretty similar. Spoiler alert: he came inside me. I sucked his cock clean and thanked him, he slap-grabbed my ass, then I left.After that we’ve met regularly, even though I moved out a few months after that, and he’s also referred me to a few of his buddies. Pretty good for a very masculine-looking guy in his late 20’s, huh? And this all happened because 1) I didn’t say “no” at any point but was completely receptive to every conversation and suggestion, 2) was prepared (e.g. cleaned my hole before going over to his place because you never know what might happen) and 3) offered my services when I had the opportunity.
*it’s very important to tell them you are bisexual even if you are 100% gay, don’t know why, it just is.
What an eye-opening example of a solid, patient approach! It’s really no wonder why this faggot was able to seduce this straight neighbor!
I wanted to add something to DSim’s final bit of advice. The reason why the “bisexual” trick works is because it makes the straight Man feel like it’s somewhat more normal and okay to have sex with another “dude” like himself. It links back to what I was describing earlier about making a Man feel comfortable and safe.
However, just as effective is my approach, which works the same way but from a different angle. I matter-of-factly state that I’m a faggot as if it were the most normal thing in the world (which it is, to me). This also puts the Man at ease, as he instantly understands that it’s no big deal AND I can be used because that is my actual function.
Regardless, with just a little forethought and courage, a lot of things you never expected could happen can definitely happen! Go out there and work on this effective technique!
Here is Master Dragomir having his asshole licked by one of his faggots.
There is no more intimate way to honor the power of an Apex Alpha than licking his asshole.
At the end of December I published a post and a podcast on the subject of silent service. The response to that topic (especially the post, HERE) was quite surprising and inspirational.
However, I did use that post to call out a wealthy faggot for some elitist rhetoric that offended me.
Anybody who has read this site for more than a week knows I can be quite withering with someone that pokes me the wrong way. And this faggot’s comments definitely did.
I’d largely forgotten about my response to that wealthy faggot until tonight when I received this response from it:
I’m the wealthy fag. Haven’t been to the site in a while, so I didn’t notice this response to my comment.
I’m thinking about what you said about being classist. That’s never my intention, but you might be right. I really don’t want to come off that way, so I appreciate the criticism, even though it hurts.
Your assumption that I donate to fin-doms isn’t really accurate. That’s not what I said, and it’s not the situations I have. I have a few alphas I serve. One is working class, and stops by for occasional service (or did before Covid). I don’t pay him. The other is a long term relationship. He’s wealthier than I am. I’ve donated, maybe, $50 ever to fin-doms, just out of curiosity. (I have, though, hired in-person sex workers, and don’t have any shame there — they deserve work and respect, because the ones I’ve hired have really helped me with my sexuality)
My point is that I offer myself to alphas, as a successful person who has worked very hard to get ahead. I wanted to illustrate that one could be ambitious but also a submissive gay guy. I think I failed in conveying that, and I did come off arrogant — that criticism is absolutely valid. Also valid is your criticism in your podcast that I might have made other fags feel bad, and that’s absolutely the opposite thing I want to convey. I just want to express that people, regardless of their social status, can still serve alphas, whether they’re traditionally successful or not. And the rest of this post about silent service is absolute gold. I’m glad you posted it.
I’m sorry I offended you. That wasn’t my intent, but that’s not an excuse: I’m responsible for my words. I apologize, and will attempt to do better in the future.
Incidentally, is there a link or something where one can anonymously donate to support your site? I’ve bought your book; clever idea.
What a remarkably polite and measured response! So thoughtful!
I responded thusly:
Brother, thank you for returning to respond to my criticisms! I can sometimes come off aggressively when I get perturbed about an issue, and I felt like I may have come down too hard on you. Still, you seem to have taken my comments in the spirit I intended, and for that I’m grateful.
It takes tremendous humility for a successful faggot like yourself to accept those kinds of criticisms. That is truly a credit to you, brother!
The post on silent service received an enormous and surprising response. There is a large contingent of faggots who do want some validation and recognition for such service, but I didn’t realize what I was tapping into when I posted it. I remain intrigued by findom in general as a legit avenue of service; it seems to carry its own unique set of emotional and psychological triggers/needs that differ from in-person service and ownership. I think that curiosity might be why I keep interviewing Alphas and faggots in the findom scene.
If you’d like to contribute to the site, you can definitely do so through the Patreon link in the sticky post at the top of the website. Or, if that doesn’t suit you, you can send directly through PayPal at official.hierarchy@gmail.com
Far too often faggots have their claws out for each other. What a shame. I’ve learned so much from my faggot brothers and have been so inspired by their astounding acts of courage and conviction! This site and everything that has resulted wouldn’t exist without the continued support of faggots all around the world.
That’s why I really wanted to highlight how things can and should be between us, brothers. We all exist for one purpose: to serve Alphas. However we accomplish that, whether through silent service or full-blown slavery, we should be humble and kind with each other.
~ s.
One of the reasons why I keep coming back to Twitter after every banning (oh, so many suspensions!) is because I always find nuggets of Hierarchical Truth while panning through porn, foot, and spit videos.
Here is an example. This Tweet thread was written by Master Theo (@dxmtheo), a British Alpha. I have yet to explore this Alpha and “interview” him, but it’s clear he understands the minds and hearts of faggots and Hierarchical truth in a way that is truly stunning.
This thread follows the developments of Jason, a 41-year-old chef, as he begins a service arrangement with a straight Alpha workmate. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!
I think it’s so adorable when faggots come to me wide-eyed and stunned when they follow my admonishments about being fearless when offering service to straight Alphas … and they find success! I know it works, because I’ve been using this approach my entire adult life as a faggot. And I’ve served MANY straight Alphas because of it.
Faggot Jason is just the latest example. When he came to me, he was already informally serving a straight Alpha workmate (they work together in a restaurant) named Chris for about two months. Service included meals (Jason is a chef), and even hosting football parties for Alpha Chris and his best friend! I saw a picture of a lengthy text from Alpha Chris instructing Jason on a laundry list of chores to accomplish (grocery shopping, and even picking up meds!).
So we both agreed that Alpha Chris was using Jason like a faggot, but nothing was formally said about it.
With Jason hosting a Super Bowl party for Alpha Chris and his friend yesterday, I suggested that it was time for Jason to take things a step farther. I instructed Jason to kneel on the floor beside Alpha Chris’ chair and call him “Sir.”
This would be a pretty dramatic step, especially in front of Alpha Chris’ straight friend. “I’m scared,” said Jason, which I understood completely. But I reasoned this way:
You don’t need to be scared. He’s using you. He’s not going to throw away a useful slave. Push the issue a bit. I’m telling you that you have NOTHING to fear either way. He’s not getting rid of you.
So those words seemed to encourage Jason, and he was resolved to try it.
And boy, did it ever work! Here’s Jason’s update:
I told them. It went really well. It was awkward. They are still here And a bit drunk.
He was really confused and wasn’t really understanding. He asked if I liked being called a fag. I told him yes I do. And he was kind of weird at first. Said that he would love to be served. But he said he wants nothing sexual and I told him that that’s perfectly fine. I don’t care as long as I can serve him and he understands the hierarchy.
He then sat down and watched the game and said “hey fag, get me and my buddy another beer”. I said yes sir. He asked if I like calling him sir instead of Chris!
So ya, it went really well. Thanks so much for the advice!!!!
All faggots need to learn the lesson Chris learned yesterday – straight Alphas want the kind of worship faggots offer, but they don’t realize it’s okay to use us and still be straight. When we submit to them without reservation, this opportunity opens up to them and they become intrigued.
Once intrigued, all sorts of possibilities exist. But one thing’s for sure: a straight Alpha isn’t going to throw away a good and devoted slave who submits in a respectful way!
Right now Alpha Chris is thinking deeply about this new faggot he owns and what he can do with it. I’m sure a few filthy thoughts popped into his mind, if only fleeting.
The seeds for greater service have been planted … now watch them grow!
All because a humble faggot showed a little courage! You can do it, too!
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!
When I first met Jamie months ago, its Master, Dino, seemed like some sort of extreme abstract painting of an Alpha. At first I wasn’t sure if it was possible for an Alpha to exist in the way Jamie described him.
Then I met Master Dino. The meeting was like a tomato meeting a runaway freight train; I had no chance. His long, scorched-earth missives were pure Alpha rage and hunger. The intensity of Master Dino is so electrifying that it becomes scary and can almost induce panic attacks. Despite all of that, Master Dino is easily one of the top Alphas ever featured on this website. I receive at least one request per week about him. Faggots around the world are drawn like moths to flame to his blinding light.
We hadn’t spoken to each other much over the last several weeks (except for me begging him to be interviewed for the podcast), but Master Dino has returned with perhaps one of the most startling developments to ever be published here. As the title above indicates, it involves his Alpha son Chad!
Here’s what he wrote:
faggot, When I awoke today after last nights happenings it was with a raging hard on. Heh heh Fortunately for Me (and My own faggot) I was in such a good mood last night I allowed My hole to do one of its favorite things–it slept with My dick in its mouth so when I woke and looked down it was good to see My property with a mouthful of dick. it was awake before Me (which is a requirement when I allow it to sleep with Me) with its eyes turned upward and an innocent, almost pleading expression on its face. Fuck that really gets me going and little whore KNOWS it does. Fuck, I just rolled over and fucked that mouth HARD until I ROARED and fed it. I was in such a good mood I let it suckle Me, gave it the 1st big piss of the day and then let it get another load at its leasure, which of course was almost immediately. I feel so fucking good I wanna feed every faggot alive today! Ha!
Okay, how’s that for an attention-getting opening? I was immediately straining against my chastity cage thinking, “what’s going on?”
Little did I suspect …
But I digress, last night I was called to the police station. My son had been at the center of some chaos and had been hauled in. They didn’t officially arrest Him but had called Me to come down. When I arrived there was “Chad” (not His name), of course, pissed off, belligerently smoking a cigarette with skinned knuckles, among other things. He’d obviously been fighting.
The chief, visibly unhappy at being roused from bed, asked Me to step into his office. Chad hadn’t seen Me yet so I followed the cop. We are familiar with each other, to say the least, from My own days of teenage testosterone and My work.
Now My son (who only weeks ago had punched thru puberty) was in shit. The cop proceeded to tell Me that My son, who’s 15 and looks amazingly like Me, had apparently been fucking some 17 year old female cunt and somehow got the cunt’s mother in bed with them. So He’s doing what any true Man would do and fucking them. They all lost track of time I guess and the dad came home, saw what happening and went berserk. Somehow a neighbor got involved and Chad beat the fuck out of the guys. (I later learned that after he had the guys down He pumped His load in the girl and when cops arrived he was smoking a cigarette and sitting on the dad’s chest rubbing his dick across the terrified dudes mouth, threatening to piss on him. Lol).
Anyway the cop said after he spoke with the people and told them who they’d just been bulldozed by, they dropped any charges for My word Chad wouldn’t ever come around. Of course I said I’d ‘see what I could do’ about that but not confirming that I would. Then I was lead to My son who was cockily sitting in a holding area bloodied but unbowed, wearing jeans and one sock and smugly smoking while sitting beside a NO SMOKING sign, the little prick. (GRIN)
I took Him home with Me. On the way I did give Him a ‘dad’s speech about doing shit that gets cops involved’ and the “Christ, Your mom has to be dealt with” jazz. I looked at My unrepentant Son and realized its was time for the talk, the Alpha talk. I’ve always made sure that Chad knew that a true Man is an Alpha Man that was born to fuck and rule but tempered that for a growing child. (I’m NOT an idiot, that kind of teaching is required until young minds are ready) I also always made it clear without any obvious distinction that His seed was meant for any type of hole He chose to fill. My children know of jamie but think it’s my servant and companion. It was now time Chad learned what jamie really is. But first everyone needed rest so we slept.
After jamie’s worship service on Me today I sent him to make our breakfast and I woke Chad. “Get up ya fucking punk” I said smiling. He opened His eyes and grinned like He had just been crowned king. I rubbed His head, punched His arm and told Him to follow me. Just as we sat down jamie put our plates before us and Chad looked at My bitch and asked, “you not having anything?” To which it smiled and replied, “I already had a huge breakfast” and it left the room chuckling.
We talked of the drama and His attitude was exactly what I expected. He told Me the story and ended with telling Me He felt entitled to the attention from the breeder cunts and that the men got what they deserved for “trying to mess with My getting a nut.”
I already knew He felt about women the way I do and I asked about Him sitting on dude’s chest. He said the dude deserved the humiliation and laughed. I asked Him what He felt at that moment. He kinda of grinned and said the one truth that made My chest swell with pride, “Dad, I felt like a fucking God!” I said, “that excited You didn’t it?” He looked at Me half comprehendly, half puzzled. We ate quietly for a moment then He said that I’d always been a great dad that he could talk to about anything. I thanked Him and asked what he was really trying to say and reminded Him of what He’d just said about our relationship and he said, with a wicked yet shy grin, “I feel like I should’ve fucked the dude for interrupting groove”.
YES! That’s MY son! That’s all I needed to hear.
After breakfast I took Him back to the livingroom where He’d slept and we talked for hours. 1st about His feelings on men,women, and Alpha Men. He had just the right attitude. I then told Him the story of My life, actually I told Him that I was a true Alpha God and I had Him check out the thread on your website. He read everything that pertained to Me (and some that didn’t, trying to wrap His head around the Alpha/faggot world) and My cuntwife. He said nothing until He read it all.
He finished and said, “Damn dad!” He sat back, lit up and said, “You mean jamie is… Damn dad! Fuck!”
I smiled and said, “You got something to say Boy?”
“No, I mean yeah. I mean it’s fucking incredible. God damn dad, You are a fucking stud aren’t You? Fuck dad, I always knew My pop was more than most men but God damn, my head is spinning pop. Yeah, I got something to say, tell me where to get My own fag!”
I told Him we’d get Him moved in here and we’d figure everything out, to just calm down and He’d be pumping His load into something before the day was over.
Just then jamie came in with My coffee. Now, all thru the years I’d told jamie My plan to have this talk with Chad and after I knew His feelings I’d decide the next move so jamie was totally prepared when I said, “bitch, suck My dick.” I opened My robe and jamie got to it quickly. I closed My eyes and laid My head back, enjoying showing Chad how much My cunt adored Me. I made a decision as I looked at My son. In about 2 minutes I dumped My seed and pushed My cunt all the way down on My dick, pumping My load down its throat. As always the bitch stayed on My rod until My nuts were totally empty, suckling My now soft dick for the last precious drops of my load. “Oh God, thank You Daddy” jaime whispered into the room as it rubbed its cheek on My leg hair that it loves so much.
Chad, teasing His old man, said, “Damn dad, don’t ya got any more than that?” and laughed.
I told Him while He needed to be taught a lot I didn’t think He needed instructions on how to get a nut, that I only wanted to bust a load before I left to check in at work.
Then I stood up and said, “I’ll be gone about 4 hours. Son, in that time jamie is gonna give You what it gave Me that first night. Let’s see if You are Man enough for all that worship, see if You can hold Your load until You’ve been bathed from top to bottom like Your old man. And I left the room to dress.
Before I left I stuck My head in to see how things were progressing. Chad was lying naked, soaking up all the worship. jamie was only up to His ankles but already His dick was standing proud and drooling precum-just like His dad. Neither had noticed Me yet but when jamie saw Me it stopped for a second, darted up to slurp off the precum running down Chad’s shaft,then went back to the exact spot it had left and started the worship again. When My bitch lapped up that juice Chad had gasped and His dick jerked, threatening to explode. If jamie had even put the head in its mouth Chad would have busted but My faggot is a great faggot and knew just how much it could do without making Chad blow His load.
Chad opened His eyes after He gasped and grinned at Me and said, “Dad, oh fuck, thanks dad. God damn I feel like I’m gonna bust any second. Is this what you get on a regular?”
I said, “Every day of My life son IF that’s what I want that day.”
“Fuck dad, I don’t know if I can hold out until he makes it all the way up.”
“it, son. it, not he” I corrected Him.
Just then jamie slurped up the precum again and Chad said distractedly, “Yeah, uh, it. Sorry dad. I uh, oh fuck dad, what if I cum before…”
I said, “If You gotta cum before it finishes just make sure and feed it Your load to show it that You think it did a good job. But You really need to learn control because controlling Your body and Your world is a big lesson to learn. And Your future faggots and cunts will be grateful in ways You can’t even imagine right now–especially the faggots. See ya later Boy”.
As I left I could hear Him gasp again and say, “God damn, stop for a second faggot! Oh God damn I almost…:” I smiled as I closed the door and thought, ” That’s My good faggot wife. And that’s MY SON!”
I’m at the office now. I’ll let You know what’s happening later. I’ve made plans for years for this moment. This is gonna be a busy time. Poor faggot. jamie is gonna be tested for strength and endurance. Hahaha Fuck it’s great being an Alpha Male!
FUCK ALL YOU FAGGOTS MY SON WILL SOON BE ON THE LOOSE! hahaha
HOLY FUCK!
First of all, you can hear a shift in Master Dino’s “voice” in this entry because he’s talking about his heir, his most prized son Chad. There’s a softness in his words, a deep affection.
I have covered a couple of instances when Alpha fathers have taught their sons (both Alpha and faggot) the truth about Hierarchy and purpose. Maybe the most notable example was when Sir Rob taught his 17-year-old Alpha son Master Kyle about the use and ownership of faggots. Now Master Kyle owns three caged faggots in addition to the many females he dates and/or fucks.
But imagine being a 15-year-old Alpha like Master Chad and discovering this deeper truth about his heritage! How powerful he must’ve felt when he pumped his first load into his father’s faggot!
Alphas are lions. The father lion protects his children and teaches them by example. How to hunt, capture, and kill lesser animals. They feast together, rule together.
Master Dino has taught his young lion Master Chad about his Hierarchical inheritance. Master Chad has tasted blood, and loves it.
Master Chad is now standing on the ledge of a mountain, looking down on the vastness of his domain. It all belongs to him, just as it has for the generations of Alphas who’ve ruled before him.
Just as Nature intended! Hierarchy is Truth!
A truth, stated perfectly. Written by faggot michael l.
