I came across this site doing some research. So let me tell you my story
After my brothers left for university my parents took in two hokey players for the local club to bore them as they was not close to their home. I contacted to help mom with the jobs around the house doing loundry and food prep for our new borders. Things changed for me when my parents went away on a holiday leave me alone at home with the lads. After a few days they started calling me faggot. Then one night the lads were watching TV in the recroom. To cut a long story short I ended up giving them both a foot massage and they rubbed their feet in my face and said do you like that faggot I had a cum hands free when this was happening and they noticed. Does this mean that I am a faggot. After my parents got home things have gotten back to normal but I’m worried about what might happen next time we are left alone in the house.
James
Thank you for your question! I understand why you’re nervous!
The short answer is this: YES, you are a faggot. At least, you are a faggot to these young straight Alphas.
I believe these Alphas noticed that you are a faggot in hiding (and probably talked with each other about it in private) and decided to force you to accept your place in service to them.
This is completely Hierarchical and natural. They accept what you are and want you to submit and serve them. And I can guarantee that the next chance they get, they will use you again … possibly with even more intense acts of service. You very well could end up sucking these Alphas off before too long. Be ready for anything.
In the meantime, I think you should start meditating on what this experience teaches you about your true place in Hierarchy and what you’re meant to do. Clearly superior young Alphas feel your place is to serve at the feet of Men. Clearly, you do as well given the fact that you did it.
It’s nothing to be scared of. Follow your instincts and what they teach you about yourself!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of college Master Eros who has discovered the service and worship of faggots. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When young Alphas learn how to hunt, capture, and enslave faggots, something special happens to them. Their worldview opens up, and they begin to grasp the massive possibilities of their magnificent lives. It’s one of my favorite aspects of teaching Hierarchy. I love seeing young Alphas eyes open to view the world as it really is.
A month ago I was contacted by a young Master named Eros. He had come to an exciting realization:
My name is Eros I’m a 20 yo bi college student and am contemplating my place in the hierarchy.
I’ve been overweight most my life and just getting into shape now. I think that this has effected my self confidence drastically and have noticed a change in my demeanour since I’ve started.
I’ve read some content on your website and think im an alpha maybe,
For a long time I though I was switch and Evan though maybe a bottom, not submissive, but a bottom.
Over time I’ve realized that I don’t care to pleasure another guy at all, every time I would meet up to suck a dick or try bottoming. I end up topping or receiving. It would just naturally happen sometimes.
I’ve never been a person who had many friends. Never really cared to but looking back iv noticed that people always wanted or want to befriend me or “shoot the shit”. Evan in high school (I didn’t notice it then) popular kids would talk to me and I’d just dismiss it and go on with whatever I was doing. I was never bullied in high school unlike grade school where I was for my weight.
Throughout my life I’ve been conditioned into a submissive mindset. the highly processed nutrition-less diet, porn addiction, an overly effeminate mother who refused to enroll me into hockey or other sports (or anything masculine also not a financial affliction)I never noticed any of these things before
But now I’m realizing I’m a different person then who I was conditioned into being. I’m in control and ambitious unlike ever before. My mother resents me for it, I can tell. She want to be in control on me like a perpetual childhood but I’m done with it.
I’m just trying to figure out what and who I am at this point.
Another case of Alpha latency! You can feel him searching to explain the nagging feelings he’s experiencing!
Then, out of nowhere, Master Eros noticed something he’d never seen before – a faggot offering itself to him!
I think I found my first faggot the other day. I was at school leaving organic chem to the parking lot. On the way I was walking behind these two people a guy (the prospective fag) and a chick way out of his league. I was just walking behind them and he kept looking over his shoulder. I dismissed it at first but then something happened. The girl split off and he continued on the path I was taking till ahead of me. Then he walked into the bathroom and made direct eye contact with me as he entered. I could tell in his eyes. I stopped dead I’m my tracks and knew what I was supposed to do but just kept walking. This was a small failure on my part but I’m feeling more confident everyday now thanks to your site. I’m realizing the innate feelings I’ve suppressed my entire life are okay, great and even powerful.The habit loops iv allowed myself to partake in are degrading to my soul and have been for years. Porn and marijuana addictions are the most prevalent but I’m I think ready to let it go and quite literally man up.
I’ve realizing these addictions are how I’ve been unhealthily suppressing my “alpha rage” as I think you’ve put it. This is truly an Epiphany for me and I think I’m ready to act accordingly next time.
Recognizing faggot behavior and understanding what needs to happen next is part of the development of the Alpha hunting instinct. Lion cubs don’t kill on their first try. They watch and pay attention to situations first, learning as they go, until they make their first kill. It’s the same with faggot hunting.
I was so proud of Master Eros at this point, but it was about to get better!
Hello faggot, I’ve had my first fag and believe I’m on route to owning his soul. He’s a 26 yo that work in hospitality at a hotel. We met on grinder. At first it was just a blow job but ended with me fucking a load down his throat. He thanked me after and I felt so powerful. I got his number and I messaged him after laboratory so I could unload again. The first time we met he was kinda demanding in his own faggoty way. He kept asking me spit in his mouth and take my shirt off I did when I was ready of course.
The second time I was much more comfortable. I made him remove my boots and worship my feet at the door. He said I have nice big feet but I never really though about my feet as nice before. Just feet but I guess it’s heaven for a faggot. Then he blew me in the living room this time because I demanded it. I watched Focus on Netflix as he served me. First he blew me for a while until his jaw was sore. I was nice and let him massage me feet for a bit so he could rest. Than basically rinse and repeat three or four times. Between He would just plant his face to one side of my cock and balls and rest. I consoled him a little saying “I know you need this. It’s okay” he would nod in agreement face still planted. Eventually I said “are you going to make me something to eat after I cum” half jokingly, he looked so happy and said yes immediately. He continued to suck my cock until he was sore again I hadn’t cum yet but was hungry so let him make me something. He made this awesome “TikTok salad” I ate two servings. After this a asked if he wanted to drink my piss he declined “not today” and I accepted it. I don’t think he understands he’s a fag yet. He called himself a sub so I was not as dominant as I wanted to be.
After the salad I let him rest his head on my lap for a bit while I watched my movie. He looked at tiktok (a deplorable addiction if you ask me but he’s a fag so idk) then it was time the movie was about half hour out (the climax just happened) and I needed to bust so I told him he was going to suck my cock until I cum and not to bitch about his jaw. He just nodded and kinda whimpered, then went to work and after a while I could feel him getting tired. So i told him to lay on the couch on his belly so I could just fuck his hole over the arm rest. This went on for a bit then he started to resist. At first i allowed it a little but got fed up. I just lost it. He had taken my dick out to breath and put his head down. I just grabbed his head opened his mouth and started fucking it. He resisted but I said “take it” he gagged up a few times and i pulled out far enough to let him swallow it back down. But eventually I didn’t care all I said was “keep that fucking throat open” when I felt it close. This hard core throat fuck went on for about 10 minutes before I busted unlike ever before I was all sweaty and pumped. I suffocated him with my cum and cock for a some time before I let him come up for air. The movie was over and I got dressed while he just laid there defeated. He saw me to the door though. I told him if he shaved and prepared I would fuck him. I intended to soon.
This is a rather new development for me but you where right about how I “carry myself” after. I’ve noticed in the past I’ve felt like I was showing off when I stand up proud chested and with good posture. Not gonna lie I think it’s a defeated alpha male trait. A survival instinct to evolutionary stay alive when defeated. Keep in mind I’ve slouched slightly most of my life. All the sudden it feels so natural and comfortable to stand tall like I’m at home everywhere if that makes sense. I’ve also become more social and outgoing. Generally these are uncharacteristic traits of me unless I’m trying to accomplish something. Before I would only really talk to people if there was an exchange of useful information that benefited me, but now I seem to be more open to an expanding variety of conversations. I’m still pretty selective about it but have definitely noticed a difference there as well.
Just wanted to say thanks for the help understanding my place. I think this is what I’ve been missing my entire life.
I’ve never felt better.
What a startling turnaround! Boy, when Alphas smell blood in the water, they swim right after the target!
I am so impressed by Master Eros! He discovered this truth of Alphahood hiding within himself, and rather than shrinking back in fear, he courageously charged forward to embrace his destiny! Pure Alphahood!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the conversion and ownership of former Master Bruno into a faggot by powerful Master Juan. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Following the startling recent admission by Bruno that he is actually a faggot and serving the Alpha who claimed him, I wondered if I might hear from this Alpha, a bold hunter named Master Juan.
Then he did message me! It was thrilling to read Master Juan’s forceful, intentional descriptions of how he views Bruno and faggots in general. He’s clearly dominant and fearless. I was comforted that Bruno was in good hands during his journey into faghood.
Master Juan sent me a letter today with a question about chastity. I thought it might be instructive given how many of you also yearn to be caged.
Master wrote:
After some months with me, Bruno woke up this morning in my arms and, as usually, sucked my dick and swallowed my cum. I always make sure that the first thing he tastes in the morning before breakfast is my cock, balls and my cum.
However, this time he started kissing and licking my armpits after I fed him with my cum. I didn’t tell him to do so but I liked how it felt. While he worshiped my armpits, he asked me if I could cage him. He said that he’s not sure yet but he wants to try. I’ve never done it before with a boy but I’d like to try. Bruno himself did it with the Brazilian bottom he used to fuck but now he wants to be the caged boy.
I really like Bruno and treat him like a bottom boyfriend. So while I want him to be more and more submissive I don’t want the cage to scare him away from me. Any thoughts on that?
I can see Bruno absolutely starving while devouring Master’s armpits, hungering for every last bit of his flesh! Faggots in subspace get voracious like that!
The issue of chastity didn’t surprise me much. Bruno was excited by chastity when he caged Giovanni as a “Master”, so it seemed logical that Bruno’s thoughts would now turn toward it as a faggot.
I had some specific thoughts on this, so I was glad Master Juan asked me. Here was my response:
You shouldn’t fear caging Bruno. Many faggots yearn for this kind of restriction, which acts as a sort of non-surgical negation of their useless genitals. In my experience, the yearning for chastity intensifies the more a faggot submits internally to a Master. So it’s a good sign that Bruno wants this.
I was never caged during most of my career as an owned faggot; the straight Alphas I served never felt it was necessary. However, about three years ago I had met some incredibly powerful Alphas, and just due to their overwhelming power I began to feel such shame at being free that I caged myself. I could no longer dishonor Men by being free.
Chastity changed my life.
I could feel deeper levels of submission and awareness of my place in chastity. It made me appreciate the power of cock more. It made me a better faggot, as well as a better mentor to others.
I would suggest you try it Master. It’s easily reversed. Many Alphas use caging as a way to intimately bond with their faggots. They make a whole ceremony out of it. This helps the faggot view its chastity as something special.
My view of chastity for faggots has totally changed over the years. Once upon a time I saw no need for it. Now, I think it’s critical.
Much of that comes from my own chastity journey, which lasted over two years. Sadly, I had to come out of chastity for my incarceration, and I’ve missed it every day. I’m more ashamed of being in here without chastity than I am of any so-called crime.
I guess this might be coloring my opinion here, but I would really love it if Master Juan gave his faggot this gift of chastity. It could be a moment between them, a Man and his faggot, that could solidify their bond and deepen their appreciation for one another.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a young Mexican God Alpha named Master Jose. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
With the work I perform on this site and across social media, I occasionally run into Alphas and faggots with extraordinary circumstances or perspectives. I’m rarely surprised anymore, because I’ve come to know that Hierarchy creates these extraordinary opportunities so that the greatest ones are purified and tempered into powerful examples for others.
In November I was privileged to meet one such example. His name is Master Jose. He is a truly powerful Alpha from Mexico.
I met Master Jose when he twice wrote to me in my Questions From Readers Inbox regarding his sexual arousal whenever he sees faggots crying and he comforts them. I originally diagnosed this as dacryphilia, which is the sexual arousal from tears and crying (Master Jose slightly disagrees, but I think I’m right). Since then I’ve been privileged to learn more about this tremendous Protector Alpha’s life, and his future plans to expand his power and reach.
Our conversation started with Master Jose detailing his early life and his desire to protect faggots even as a child.
I am 21 now and when I was in high school I used to protect a gay boy who always suffered bullying. He looked and sounded like a girl, the guys would’ve probably killed him if I hadn’t been there. His bullies took his money, destroyed his school materials, and punched him in the face. I didn’t know that was happening, I thought he was just shy, but one day in our lunch break I saw him alone in the corner trying to each a sandwich. One of the guys approached, took it from his hand, spit on his sandwich, and gave it back to him laughing in a very mean way.
The fag was much smaller than the bully, and obviously couldn’t do anything else to protect himself. We were all 16 by then. I approached him and asked what was going on. He was still holding the disgusting sandwich with the bully’s spit on it. The boy was a mess, completely loss, he had no idea what to do. He was new to the school from another part of Mexico, and they guys would laugh at his accent, his habits, his hair, his girly voice, literally everything. On that day, I just bought a new sandwich for him and told him that he should stand for himself, otherwise he would be an easy prey. He talked to the principal and the bully got in detention, but it made things worse because two of the bully’s friends wanted a revenge, so they caught the boy’s bookbag, and started to literally tear the pages of his books and notebooks while calling him a faggot. The fag tried to do something (probably following my advice) and one of them punched him in the face. I didn’t see any of this, when I left my class he was picking his destroyed books up from the ground with a red stain on his cheek.
I felt guilty because he did what I told him to do and everything went wrong. We lived in opposite directions but I felt that the right thing to do was to walk him home. His mother was home, I introduced myself as his new friend from school and we said that he got injured during soccer practice. His family was quite homophobic and they would have punched him again on his face if he had told the true story. I didn’t go to his bedroom, but said that I was sorry for my bad advise. He said that it was not my fault and that it was kind of me to walk him home. That was the moment when I started feeling something new inside of me. I had always liked girls (and I still do), but when I saw that sexy helpless faggot thanking me for walking him back home I got really hard. I wasn’t understanding what was going on but as soon as I arrived home I took a shower and jerked off. I wasn’t necessarily connecting one thing to the other but I had such a great orgasm that day.
I started to walk the boy home every single day and we got much closer. I was the only friend he had at school. All the other guys found him a pathetic faggot and the girls probably found him too shy. I am not gay (I used to identity as straight and now as bisexual), but it only felt like the right thing to do. After a few weeks, I wasn’t with him during lunch break and the three bullies approached him. They were ready to beat the shit out of the boy and I truly thing that a tragedy could’ve happened that day. When I left my class, they were pushing him to each other, laughing and messing with his school materials. I am not Captain America and of course I was afraid of getting a punch on my face as well, but the only right thing to do was protecting him. I didn’t care if I got hurt fighting the three guys but I couldn’t stand the idea of such a fragile creature receiving any harm. So I approached them and at first I just said “well, it looks fun, I wanna play too.” When they saw me, knowing that I would protect the boy, one of the guys called me a faggot who only hangs out with faggots. I just said “well, your sister don’t think the same.”
He wanted to kill me but they knew that I wouldn’t be an easy prey as the fag. So after a few punches we were both injured and he gave up. The faggot then was petrified, shaking out of his panic and fear. I walked him home that day in silence, but when we arrived in his house nobody was there. He asked if I wanted some ice for my injuries and he started to take care of my arms and my face. The fag then said that his parents were out of town and that I could stay as much as I wanted. We went to his bedroom and at first we were just playing video games and talking about school, but I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t horny with that situation. We started talking about girls and he said that he knew from a very young age that he wanted a “prince” and never a “princess.” I told him that I still looking for my princess but any guy would be very lucky to have him. One thing led to the other and I confessed that I was really hard but I didn’t know why. He was a virgin and asked to see my dick. I told him that he could touch it if he wanted. We were both 16, full of hormones, and I just follow my instinct and told him that I knew how much he wanted to suck me. He said he really wanted to try but he didn’t know how. I had received a few blowjobs from girls, so I told him what to do and little by little taught him how to worship my balls.
You can see even in this innocent first encounter Master Jose showed powerful Protector Alpha instincts, but also the Alpha instinct to own and use faggots.
Master Jose currently owns and uses a 19-year-old faggot (he calls the faggot his boyfriend, which is probably accurate), but he has been hunting and using faggots he finds on apps (because it’s hard to openly hunt for faggots in Mexico). He wants to be an Alpha similar to Master Lorenzo, a great Protector Alpha who will bring comfort to those faggots damaged and discarded by the world.
If you’re a faggot in Mexico and you want to serve this powerful young Alpha, leave a comment below so Master Jose can contact you!
I go by Suboi online mostly as it feels right to me. I am sitting with a bit of self conflict in my life right now as to my place in the Hierarchy right now. I do know for sure nothing about me says Beta-Dom or higher for sure.
The problem I have is that I have started to see someone and we get along well and connect on many levels which is great really. This thing we have is good but very young as in not even a month together – so it is very new.
The one time we had a little four play he had me moaning in ways I never knew I could and I loved it really and so did he. After that I was recalling the evening events the next day and realized that as much as I enjoyed it and got pleasure for it, I never once got hard – which help me realize that I can not be not never be Dom. I am absolutely okay with that completely really, I have discovered that the only way I get hard is in a very voyeristic way, when I see Alphas and Dom being verbose with their fags on X/Twitter. I also used to have a married Daddy that would collar me and cage me and use my mouth as his pocket pussy which I enjoyed doing. I started to slowly buy things like nipple clamp, cockring, chastity cages and even poppers (which with the use of chastity help me open up and be a better cock hungry Slut.)
So I have a small little cash of toys and poppers which I keep hidden away, because it start to become a distraction from day to day life sadly.
Know that I have given you a bit of context to my life Sam, here is my Question?
How do I ask the guy I have just started to see if he would be wanting to cage and cunt me to make me his and show him what I want and more out of it really. He does not even know that I have a chastity cage or a “Slave” choker yet?
I am conflicted as well because I love the work I do in the world outside the house and I don’t want to sacrifice my work ambitions as well?
I am highly conflicted here Sam?
He would be the first man to cunt me ever and I dream of him whispering in my ear when the cunting is done, “You are mine now.”
please Sam any advice would be great.
The way you describe this new Man, it sounds like he’s very inexperienced. Or, should I say, inexperienced in the needs of a faggot. He can learn, of course, but this isn’t something that happens overnight.
You shouldn’t expect him to understand cunting you or more advanced things when he knows nothing about caging you, etc. Baby steps. Just try to introduce him to various aspects of your submission and see how he reacts. Then you might be able to lead him further. There are plenty of resources on this site to help instruct him if you need it.
faggots are obviously the servants and slaves to Alphas who they love and are totally devoted to. But can some Alphas love faggots? Back in the say when a wife was her Husband’s property she also served Him but He still loved her for who she is and her place in His household. Of course an Alpha could love a faggot the way a Man loves a dog, but for bi and gay Alphas at least, could They love us? Some of Them seem to want to have both egalitarian romantic relationships with women or other Superiors and only own faggots as slaves, but maybe some Alphas need hierarchy to be a part of all of Their relationships including the loving ones. Is that not possible?
Brother, your question made me somewhat sad, because it sounds so hopeless. I hate for any faggot brother of mine to feel that way.
I would hope that my nine years teaching Hierarchy (and especially, my careful reporting of true Hierarchical stories) would have dispelled the idea that Alphas cannot love their faggots. My previous site, FWA, oversaw four marriages between Alphas and faggots, including two straight Alphas! Additionally, there were many other examples of Alphas loving their faggots. Master Matt’s love of his four faggots … Master Jin’s love of Chin … Master Lorenzo’s deep love for his faggot Gio … Master Con’s love for fag Nick … literally, my work has been filled with terrific and inspiring examples of Alphas loving their faggots.
I can also tell you that I’ve been loved (and continue to be loved) by multiple Masters.
Of course, there are plenty of awful and immature/insecure Alphas out there who can only abuse fags. These Destroyer Alphas don’t know how to love anything properly, let alone a faggot. Sadly, too many faggots gravitate toward these types of Alphas because they mistakenly think that’s how true Alphas are supposed to behave.
Just know that there are truly great Alphas with huge hearts who can appreciate the submission and devotion of true faggots. They’re out there … so go serve them!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
The bravado and fearlessness of young Alphas is breathtaking. At that age they experience a constant rush of testosterone and adrenaline, and that causes them to express dominance in bold, surprising ways. Now, when they do that with other Alphas, it leads to fights. But when they express their dominance with submissive personalities, they typically get everything they want.
I have repeatedly experienced such bursts of young Alpha dominance, which is why I have had such success in advising others on how to approach the young Alphas in their lives. Alpha behavior is predictable, mainly because of the constant needs of young Alphas I mentioned above.
A week ago I received an email from a faggot from France named Fabien. He had an interesting situation rapidly developing in his personal life:
I’ve recently discover your site while I was searching something to help me think about my situation. I am reluctantly processing that I must be what you call a beta or a faggot (gasp!) but I am quite anxious about it.
A few words to introduce me. I’m from France, I’m thirty years old and an executive in a small marketing firm. I have always lived as a straight man, as I used to like and fuck girls regularly. Most of the time, in my professional and daily life, I am a rather assertive man and in positions of leadership. But also, I must confess, I have always been quite aroused by some few males who I saw as better than me, and always liked doing things for them and earn their appreciation. I never really explored that side of myself until recently.
To lighten my rent and have a bit of company, for the last six months I’ve been sharing my flat with a roommate in his early twenties, named Anthony, a student at a top university. To give you an idea: he looks A LOT like Tom Holland, including on the muscular front. Furthermore, he is very confident, cocky, smart and funny, and for what I know, loved by everyone around him. So, as you can well imagine, I am very humbled and very impressed by him. I pride myself to be a clever, rational man, but I feel like I’m turning into a fangirl for him.
Since he’s been here with me, I couldn’t help but be more and more agreeable to him, offering to cook for him, do his laundry, his share of the housework, and so on. Also, I haven’t been too insistent about asking him to pay his share of the rent. Several times in recent weeks, when he had a tedious academic homework to do, I offered to do it for him so he could enjoy himself. Each time, of course, as he’s a serious and bright student, he checked afterwards, but he was always satisfied with my work and it saved him a lot of time.
Over the last fortnight or so, when we’re both watching TV, he’s got into the habit of lying down on the sofa and resting his socked feet on my lap. Almost instinctively, without really paying attention, I’ve started rubbing them every time he does that. Last Friday, after returning from Christmas celebrations with his family, when we were in this situation again, he got up to sit facing the TV. So I stopped the massage, but he turned to me and said sternly “Hey, I didn’t tell you to stop!”. I rushed to my knees on the floor and said ‘Oh, sorry, excuse me” and started massaging his feet again. He smiled smugly and said “That’s more like it”.
I believe that, at this point, things are pretty clear, right? But I’m still nervous and unsure of what to do next. Should I go ahead and blatantly tell him that I am his bitch to use as he wants? Should I just keep going and see what he will do next? I know I sound pathetic but it’s really so new to me, I feel so confused. Can you please reassure me in any way?
Instantly I realized that this Alpha, Anthony, had already identified Fabien as a faggot. Not only that, but Anthony was also using his natural dominance to force Fabien to accept his place as a faggot so that he can take ownership of him.
Fabien was desperate to know what to do, so I advised him to really start submitting to Anthony and work up to kneeling and admitting to Anthony that he’s a faggot. I felt like I was overshooting, but Anthony felt particularly aggressive to me and I had a feeling a big confession would work with him.
But before my advice could even be implemented, Fabien wrote back with an update:
Thanks for your insight. I must admit I’m still processing things. Thinking of it arouses me and scares me at the same time.
Even today, while I’m working from home, Anthony (that’s his name, I quickly mentioned it in my mail! ^^) kept asserting his authority. This morning, he came out of the bathroom in his boxers. He stopped in front of a mirror in the shared living room and began casually stretching and flexing. I was peeking at him, mesmerized, and he suddenly said, “Hey, you know what, I could really use an upper back massage!” I impulsively went behind him, put my hands on his shoulders and massaged his back with my thumbs for a few minutes. He closed his eyes and moaned. At the end, he said, “Good job! You’re doing great, man!” and I answered “thanks” while he went in his room.
Later, at noon, as he stopped by the flat to grab a sandwich I made for him, just as he was about to leave, he pointed to his sneakers and said, “Hey, my laces are untied”. Without even thinking, I put one knee down to tie them for him. He just replied “Nice one. Have dinner ready by 8 p.m. Enjoy your afternoon, bye!” and left.
As I am writing to you, I am just realizing something: he never says “please” or “thank you”! He says what he wants, gets it from me, and expresses his satisfaction, but never says “please” or “thank you”! What’s more, I was actually the one to thank him for massaging his back!
I’m in the middle of a turmoil. I cannot deny the obvious, and yet I’m anxious as hell to take any step further. But I’ll think carefully about your advice, I promise.
So now it was apparent that something big was happening with Anthony. He wanted something from his roommate/faggot Fabien. I warned Fabien to prepare himself because Anthony was going to make a bold move of some kind.
Then it happened:
I am a coward. I did not follow your advice the other day. After dinner, I simply sat down on the ground, at Anthony’s feet, while we were watching TV. But things have gone crazy since then.
Yesterday morning, as Anthony walked around in the living room in his boxers, he pointed to a stain on the floor that I should clean. I knelt on the floor to do it, while he looked at me. And when he said “Well done”, without even thinking, instinctively, I bent down to kiss his feet! When I hesitantly looked up, he didn’t look surprised at all, but was instead grinning from ear to ear. He ran his hand through my hair and said “good boy” then went to his room. I was blushing with embarrassment.
I spent the day out, but on that evening, as I came in, he was on the couch, he told me he wanted me to drive him tomorrow for the day to buddies of his, some miles away.
I’m trying to accurately reproduce the discussion we had then. But I’m shaking furiously just thinking about it.
“So you just assume I’m going to cancel my plans to drive you there and back?”
“Yes, you are” he said with a cocky grin.
“You take me for granted, do you?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” he said with a shrug. “I’m used to get whatever I want. People are always bending over backwards to please my every whim. I’m just that great! Isn’t it why you kissed my feet this morning?”
I blushed. I was both very excited and very irritated. I replied: “And so you think you’re entitled to everything?”
“I know I am. Some men are just better. Look!”
Then, he put his foot on the corner of the coffee table. He snapped his fingers, pointing to his black leather boot, and calmly said: “Lick the bottom of my boot”.
“Why would I do this?”
“Because it pleases me.” he just said, leaning back with his hands behind his head.
I thought for a second I was going to shout at him, but I spontaneously knelt down and did what I was told. I licked the dirt off the sole of his boot. Anthony was smiling so smugly! My heart was thundering!
He straightened up and leaned towards me and said: “So, what are you doing tomorrow, boy?” I paused for a moment, and I replied: “I’m driving you wherever you want to go, Sir.” “That’s more like it. That’s a good boy” he said.
Then, I remembered your words, and I added: “Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Sir. Thank you for helping me to understand I’m born to serve a superior Man like you, Sir.”
He beamed more than ever and just said: “I knew I would eventually break you.”
And by the way: I’m writing this e-mail while waiting for him in the car while he’s having fun with his friends, ready to take them somewhere else if need be.
Anyway. I couldn’t escape my destiny. I’m a bit scared, but so be it.
BRAVO!
This is such an astounding moment, one that crystalizes the natural dynamic between a straight Alpha and a faggot who both accept their roles. Anthony is such a pure example of young Alphahood, full of cocky self-confidence. But it’s Fabien who really impressed me. Despite his own embarrassment and frustration about his submissiveness, he followed the lead of his faggot instincts and surrendered to Anthony’s power. If more faggots followed these instincts (rather than hide behind false masculinity), so many more would find purpose in more meaningful ways!
There’s more to this rapidly-developing story, but I wanted to start here with Anthony’s ascension and Fabien’s submission. It’s a near-perfect beginning!
No choice. Faggots don’t have a choice when it comes to an Alpha’s basic need to breed and dump loads. We faggots exist primarily for this purpose, and in general we respond better than any female. We need Alpha cum almost as much as Alphas need to pump it into us.
