“Iron sharpens iron, So one man sharpens another.” (Proverbs 27:17)
One of the great, overlooked aspects of Hierarchical reinforcement involves Alpha mentoring. I actually believe that many Alphas fail to take this knowledge base seriously, or they receive training from other Alphas unconsciously without acknowledgment. Therefore, Alpha mentorship often goes unmentioned or misunderstood.
Yet it does happen.
As a faggot, I find it supremely fascinating. I know faggots mentor each other frequently (Chin’s public mentoring of Yul is a recent example), but my mind reels thinking about Alphas huddling together and teaching these ancient truths about Manhood to each other.
I recently met an incredible faggot named Chris. He is the primary live-in faggot serving a Supreme Alpha named Daniel. Master Daniel talked to me at length about his discovery of Alphahood and the purpose of faggots through an early-life friendship with an older Alpha named Jonas.
I will let the eloquent Master Daniel tell his story:
You must understand, that at the time when I met Jonas I was 17, he was 79. I was a very angry young man. Very angry. I bullied other boys, I fought, I got in trouble with the police. I knew I was gay, but I pretended to be straight, I felt ashamed for being gay. My mother had died when I was 15. She died from a brain tumour. It was horrible to see her die and I had felt so helpless. I had never met my father, so my mum was all I had. Realizing I’m gay as she slowly died, didn’t really help. I became angry. Angry with me, with others, life in general. I even hated my poor mother. Of course, at this time, I couldn’t understand my feelings, and I couldn’t do anything about them.
Jonas was a customer at the grocery store where I worked and I took his groceries home for him. One day he asked if I’d like a cup of tea with him. I thought he’s just another guy who wants to molest me, and I said no. Some weeks later he said he had a job to offer and he would pay well. I knew he was gay and the first thing that came to my mind was that he would want to pay me for some sexual favours. I asked what kind of job that would be and he answered he was an old man and his eyes were bad, he needed someone to read to him, because he couldn’t live without his beloved books. I found it a little odd, but I knew he was wealthy and I needed the money. He did pay well. So every day, after work, I went to his house. Each day we dined together, then I read to him for an hour, and, when I had finished reading to him, we talked. Or better, he talked. He asked me questions and I – hesitantly – answered.
I first had looked down at Jonas. I thought I had to do what I have to because he’s paying well. As time went by I realized that I enjoyed his company and it kept me from the street. I learned about his life, which, compared to mine, had been horrible. He had been denunciated to the Nazis for kissing his boyfriend and both of them had been sent to concentration camps, where they got raped and beaten by the guards. His boyfriend didn’t survive, Jonas was almost starved when American soldiers eventually freed him in 1945.
Now I felt angry about the injustice that had happened to him and his boyfriend. Slowly, he taught me to accept myself the way I am, then to love myself. I understood that my mum’s death wasn’t my fault, and that being gay was a wonderful thing. It was a gift. This was a process that took months. I opened up more and more, and I started to feel something like love for him. Though we never had a sexual relationship we got very close. In my effort to be as straight as I could I had only fucked girls before.
One day I walked into the house – I had a key by now – and found him with his trousers down – and a young man on his knees in front of him, blowing him. I WAS SHOCKED!
To my surprise, he didn’t even find it embarrassing. On the contrary. He told me to sit down, the young man could release me, too. I sat down in astonishment and the man turned to me, got my cock out and gave me the blowjob of my life. So much better than fucking girls. This was the first time I had sex with a man. I shot one of the biggest loads of my life and the guy swallowed it all!!!
When he was finished he said “thank you, Master,” dressed and left. I sat there with my mouth open, looking at Jonas. ‘What was that?’ I asked. He smiled and said ‘that boy was a faggot.’ Then he explained this whole Alpha/faggot thing to me.
As you might imagine, I was flabbergasted by this story. Then, Master Daniel added this:
There’s one thing I must add. Jonas not only taught me to use faggots, but he also taught me to respect them. I think that’s very important.
Jonas was a very wealthy Alpha. When he died a few years after mentoring Master Daniel, he left his entire estate to his apprentice rather than his blood family. And yet, the money wasn’t the real treasure Master Daniel valued most. It was knowledge.
But it’s not the money I’m the most grateful for. This man changed my life. He taught me to love myself.
This extraordinary episode demonstrates the great commission placed upon all Alphas. These greatest of Men must groom younger Alphas and teach them to harness their extraordinary power and channel it. They must help other Alphas discover the truth of Manhood and Alpha sexuality, how it transcends gender stereotypes and truly blossoms with the application of focused power.
Alphahood is more than simply a condition of superiority. It is admittance to a great fraternity of superior Men who hold a responsibility for one another. Alphas teaching Alphas, occasionally correcting each other and always upholding the standards that define that elite brotherhood.
By iron, iron is sharpened.
So, one Alpha sharpens another.
It is the deepest and most profound secret of the Hierarchy.
As a faggot honored to serve these Alphas, I am profoundly humbled and grateful.
Thank you, Master Daniel, for sharing this secret with me!