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!
Young straight Alphas deal with a lot of stress and pressure. I realize that, from an inferior perspective, these Alphas seem to have everything and little to worry about, but so much is happening below their perfect exteriors. They have intense, hormone-fueled mood swings, a roiling and constant need for sexual conquest, and they’re often overwhelmed by the burdens they feel as a leader of Men. They are constantly beset on all sides by women (and their truckloads of issues), expectations, and the uncertainty of their future goals.
True, everyone struggles through puberty. But Alphas are exceptionally powerful, so therefore their “growing pains” are equally more intense.
So what can help these growing Alpha powerhouses while they develop? Older Alpha mentors are certainly ideal, although finding them isn’t always so simple. Females are good for relieving sexual needs, of course, but they don’t know what it’s like to be a young Man (let alone an Alpha) and they often cause more stress than relieve it. And their Alpha peer group might be able to relate, but typically their interactions are competitive in nature.
That’s where a faggot is possibly the best solution. A faggot is entirely devoted to the needs of its Alpha, obedient and submissive to his every command. A faggot places no expectations on its Alpha, is there whenever an Alpha needs to blow off steam or receive comfort, and stabilizes its Alpha with constant reassurances of his power and superiority.
It’s such a shame that more young straight Alphas are not taking ownership of faggots and benefiting from this natural power exchange the way Master Anthony has been doing with his faggot Fabien!
Last night I received a beautiful email from Fabien about something that illustrates exactly what I’m talking about above. Please read:
My dearest Sam,
I must absolutely talk to you about something that just happened. I have shared a very delicate but, I think, eventually positive moment with Anthony.
You see, for several days I’d been feeling that something wasn’t quite right with him. I’ve found him more austere, less smiling, less cheerful. He hasn’t reprimanded me, so I didn’t think it was because of me, which was a relief. But it still hurts my heart to see him with less joy in life. I hesitated a lot about the right attitude to have. On the one hand, I told myself that he probably didn’t want to share his Alpha problems with an inferior male, even an older one, otherwise he would have done it. On the other, my loyalty compelled me to do what I could to make him happier.
This night, when I came out of the kitchen (now my bedroom), I found him sitting on the couch, in his pajamas, staring into space. It was too much for me. I decided to go and talk to him. I wanted to put him at ease, so that he wouldn’t think he was in a position of weakness if he were to confide his personal worries. I knelt down and kissed his feet tenderly, and I addressed him while keeping my head low at his feet.
I chose my words carefully. “My beloved master, forgive me if I offend you, but I have the feeling, perhaps wrongly, that something has been bothering you for the last few days. I want you to know that if there’s anything I can do to help you, or if you simply want to confide to someone what’s on your mind, you can tell me anything, in complete safety. I will never betray you. I’m completely at your disposal. I’ll do anything to make your life better.” And I immediately started gently kissing his feet again.
After a moment’s silence and a deep breath, he confided in me. He said it was nothing major, just an accumulation of little things. His strained relationship with his parents, teachers who reproached him for his insolent behavior despite his very good results. And then, lately, he’d been flirting with a sexy girl who, for the first time, seemed to be wavering, trying to make him jealous with another man.
I did my best to comfort him. “Master, someone as exceptional as you is bound to disturb some people. It’s normal for you to encounter some annoyances from misguided people. But please never, ever forget how far better you are than everyone else, in every single way. You are the most amazing young man. Look, you came to live here, you trampled on me and made me your slave just because you fancied it! And for that so-called love rival, I can’t believe you can actually have a love rival. Because a rival would be someone in your league, and that’s very, very unlikely. I don’t know this other man, but I know for sure that he’s no match to you. You could probably give him a beating any time you wanted. This girl may simply not be clear-minded enough to realize how lucky she is that you’re showing interest in her, but so many others, even hotter, will be!”
That’s pretty much what I remember telling him. He listened thoughtfully, then ordered: “Lick my feet”. “Gladly, Master!” After I’d licked his feet for a while, he leaned towards me and said, “You know, I’m not a sentimental guy, and I don’t express my feelings very much. But don’t think I don’t notice everything you do for me.” I replied, “You don’t have to justify yourself, Master! Not to me, never.” He seemed more relaxed. He went to bed and wished me good night.
First of all, what Fabien did in service to his Master Anthony was perfect faggot behavior. It’s exactly the kind of steady, low-pressure worship and service young Alphas need in order to feel safe enough to reveal themselves.
Fabien’s technique also followed my playbook to the letter. Fabien kept his head low and bowed, staying near Master Anthony’s feet. This kind of respectful submission allowed Master Anthony to relax and trust his faggot.
Imagine a world where young, developing straight Alphas could own faggots openly the way Master Anthony owns Fabien! In such a pure and ideal Hierarchical scenario, young Alphas would have choices and outlets to assist them in becoming more refined versions of themselves than they could without!
Alas, such a scenario will probably never happen. But fortunately there are honorable, thoughtful, deeply submissive and dedicated faggots like Fabien doing such work in secret, unheralded and largely unknown. Yet he soldiers on, serving Master Anthony faithfully and helping him to continue to develop all of the qualities he needs to live a life of a King.
I’m so proud of my little brother Fabien! Such an inspiration!
