Dear Sam,
I was very lucky in college to get a gorgeous Alpha for a roommate and eventually Dom who I’ll call “Tommy.” He was this beautiful olive-complexioned burly wrestler with curly dark hair and a dazzling cocky smile he flashed constantly. With a little effort, and your advice, I slowly started leading him into the idea of becoming his sub. I used wrestling as an introduction, offering to spar with him any time he wanted extra practice and when he saw how much he enjoyed tossing around and pinning down a much smaller guy, our hierarchy was set, and I was his for the next four years.
The situation was wonderful for both of us. With me tending to all of his needs, he exceled athletically and academically, and having me waiting in the room to suck him dry at every turn meant that he never fell to the typical siren songs that many young, horny, unrestrained college athletes succumbed to. I was thriving, as well, the comfort and security I got from being so fully owned did wonders for my confidence as well, and I dove headfirst into my studies and student clubs and became a regular social butterfly. Had we ever acknowledged a public relationship or let it extend past the four walls of our dorm room, we likely would have been seen as the university’s top power couple.
Sadly, we did drift apart after we graduated and started building our own careers, but kept in touch enough for me to see that he continued to thrive as well as I did. I’ve become a successful realtor and he’s launched a few successful startups and made some very profitable investments, clearly using his Alpha skills to dominate business deals the same way he used to dominate me when I laid on the floor at his feet (well, maybe not exactly the same way, although…)
Anyway, our five-year reunion recently came and went and I got to meet up with Tommy in person again. At the party, he was the same charming-bordering-on-cocky alpha he always was, with the same dazzling smile and the same wrestler’s build that stretched the seams of his business casual clothes that just always looked wrong on him (a body like that should always be standing on a plinth and covered in nothing but a single fig-leaf to be admired by the masses.) I suggested going out for a drink afterward, and he agreed. While there, I started mustering up the courage to ask the question I wanted to all night, but right before I was about to turn and ask if he wanted to have one more night of fun for old time’s sake, I turned and noticed something was… off. He seemed withdrawn, the sparkle was gone from his eyes. With a little prodding and a few more beers, I finally got him to open up. He didn’t want to say anything at the party, but I guess when you’re alone with someone who’s met your family at your graduation with a belly full of your piss before, you’re a little past playing coy. His dad had been sick for a while, and he was reaching the point where his time left was being predicted in weeks. Tommy had been caring for him full-time, by himself and suffering in silence, for a couple of years now, and the stress and grief had clearly worn him down. The reunion was the first time he’d been on a social outing in months, and his charming confident self was all an act, the same mask he put on every time he negotiated a business deal or lead a board meeting, purely instinct at that point.
Sam, it absolutely broke my heart to see Tommy this way. I’ve already decided I’m going to help him physically, both with caring for his father and getting through the next steps when the worst finally happens. Helping him mentally, however, is going to be trickier. I can see the same assertive, cocky Dom I knew back in college still buried in there, I’m just not sure of the right approach to draw him back out. Simply saying, “Hey, how about you sit on my face or I suck on your toes for a while?” seems wrong in this context, and possibly a little selfish on my part. Do you have any advice for helping to rebuild an alpha that’s this… broken?
Thank you my brother for sharing your inspirational-yet-sad story!
First of all, congratulations on the tremendous opportunity you received in college and how well you capitalized on it! Alphas sometimes need faggots to help them understand their purpose and how to satisfy the deeper needs they don’t often comprehend. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the fact that what I’ve taught here helped you make that connection with Master Tommy! So huge!
(BTW, your description of Master Tommy is almost exactly how I would describe my beloved Master Aaron! My pussy widened just reading it!)
It’s amazing that a Master and his faggots can have such a powerful bond for four years “in the trenches” of college and then drift apart, isn’t it? However, it really shows something about Master Tommy’s nature that he kept in communication with (what I assume was) his first true faggot! He’s an Alpha of great depth to match his stunning exterior!
I’m so sorry to hear for Master Tommy’s loss, my brother! Again, how Master Tommy stoically handled himself at the reunion and then with you after reveals a lot about his bravery and strength! I can see why you’ve spent so many years worshiping and serving him! He deserves it!
Your plan to assist him during this time is absolutely what I would advise, brother. Do everything for him, still treating him like a King but allowing him the space to care for what he needs to do. Don’t push for anything sexual right now. There are times (like these) when a faggot should be like a loyal dog, quietly loving and tenderly compassionate. Alphas don’t know how to express a lot of these more complex emotions during distress, so just be a lifting breeze for him until the worst has past.
I would add one suggestion: remain submissive to him. For example, if you’re sitting with him watching television, sit on the floor at his feet unless he directs you otherwise. Show him deference as an Alpha without making a whole sexualized deal about it. Asking, “Master/Sir, is there anything you need?” is an effective way to keep the proper lines of communication open.
Once this awful time has passed, I suspect that Master Tommy will look at you with a passionate gratitude that he still owns a faggot like you! Furthermore, it will deepen and strengthen his appreciation for the Alpha/faggot dynamic that has enriched his blessed life! I do really anticipate that kind of dramatic response, so look forward to it!
Thank you so much for sharing your story with me, brother! I do hope you’ll keep me updated!!!
Love,
sam the faggot
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