The following post is part of a thread chronicling Nathan, a faggot who once served a straight Alpha wrestler named Tommy back in school. They’ve reunited after ten years when Alpha Tommy’s father took ill. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Most of the time we focus on powerful Alphas forcefully using faggots and dominating them in every kind of way. Honestly, that is how most Alpha/fag interactions typically go.

But I’ve always tried to stress that, though Alphas don’t often easily reveal their feelings or intentions, they are in reality Men of incredible emotional depth and staggering insight. They see everything around them, and usually take on the burdens of others because he knows he is stronger and more capable of handling it. Every time I’ve ever felt like I understood an Alpha or Master, they’ll say or do something that reveals how drastically I underestimated them.

These are the burdens and concerns they carry inside them as Kings.

We faggots are in a unique position to help Alphas unload their cares and refocus. Sometimes (well, oftentimes) that involves selflessly servicing them sexually. Our completely submissive worship recharges them and lifts them up. Our domestic service helps to keep their lives stabilized while they work through issues. Sometimes it just involves us being at their feet with quiet care, like a faithful dog that never abandons its Master.

Females whine for attention while faggots faithfully serve, and that can make all the difference!

Which leads me to the latest update from Nathan. You might remember his recent Questions From Readers letter detailing his service to straight Alpha wrestler Tommy from college. After drifting apart for many years, they’ve reconnected after Tommy’s Dad became ill. It was a touching letter, and Nathan opened his heart while describing the struggle to help his former Master through this difficult time.

Nathan has written a very interesting update on this situation:

Dear Sam,

This is Nathan, the sub to the Alpha Wrestler “Tommy” in college who was going through the process of losing his father. A lot of things changed since I wrote that last letter.

Like I said previously, I decided to step in and check in on Tommy more to take some of the weight off his shoulders, broad as they may still be. This is one of the few times I ever disobeyed one of his commands since he claimed me freshman year, as I knew he wasn’t in a right state of mind and his “It’s OK, I’m fine” resistance wasn’t sincere (let’s just say I’ve done this dance before myself.) I would come over a couple of times a week and start doing the tasks that were falling off of Tommy’s priorities list. Cooking, laundry, dishes… if you hadn’t noticed, I had somewhat forced myself back into his life as a houseboy/domestic faggot (and this was before I even sent the first letter where you told me to do just that.) But he never complained, so I just rolled with it. In just a couple of days, I started noticing a change in Tommy. He wasn’t exactly happier… obviously, he was still a wreck… but he did seem a little more energetic and a little less beaten down. I took it as a small victory and just kept going. A bigger victory happened a little later, when he started to be a little more at ease, knowing he had a support system he hadn’t for a while. He gave me the first genuinely warm smile I’d seen from him since we reunited at the reunion and did something he used to back in college. It’s hard to describe the maneuver in writing, it’s basically a kind of pinching the nape of my neck, resulting in him sort of scritching behind both of my ears at once, fingers behind one ear, thumb behind the other. He did that and I nearly melted into a puddle on the floor. Beyond just being insanely arousing, I was heartening to start to see the old Tommy emerge from his grief cocoon and start to come back.

After about a week, I was putting some laundry away in the master bedroom where Tommy’s father was bedridden. He was heavily medicated and pretty “out of it” most of the time, but as I was turning to leave the room, I saw him raise a single hand and point toward me.

“You,” he said, his voice dry and strained, “You make him happy,” before lowering his arm and falling back asleep.

I was so stunned, I couldn’t think of anything to do but walk out of the room and head back to my chores, not really sure what to make of what he said. Did he know about us in college? Did he even recognize me and know who I actually was? He hadn’t been very lucid lately.

I never got the chance to figure out, however, since not very long after I wrote my first letter, Tommy’s father took a sudden turn for the worse and had to be transferred to a facility that could provide full-time care since the burden was more than even Tommy and I combined could bear. At this point, I somewhat made the decision to stay over more often and finally, more or less move in entirely; I simply could not bear the idea of Tommy sitting alone in the silence of that huge empty house alone. Again, Tommy didn’t complain, so I don’t think he could bear it either.

They day we went to get his dad set up in his room at the facility, Tommy was the lowest I think I’d ever seen him, especially after this short conversation the two had when I went to get the car right before we left. I have no idea exactly what his Dad said to him, but when we got back, he simply dropped onto the couch with a thousand-yard-stare and stayed there for hours. Didn’t turn on the TV, didn’t change clothes, wouldn’t speak, wouldn’t eat, just stared. I didn’t really know how to begin to help him process this, so I simply reverted back to some of my basic faggot behavior. I started getting his favorite meal ready, caught up on all the daily chores I had taken on and even did a few others like changing bed-linens and cleaning the bathroom. I wanted to be nearby for him, but also sensed he simply needed a little space to process.

When I had finally ran out of any more chores to do and could smell the aroma of pot roast all through the house, I finally headed back into the den to check on him, and I don’t think he had budged an inch. As I stepped a little closer, I did notice one thing: his feet are making this darting little twitches back and forth. I shared a dorm with him long enough to know what it means when he does that, it meant his shoes were uncomfortable. Defaulting to my faggot instincts and without even thinking, I dropped to my knees and immediately removed his feet from the pinching leather dress shoes and rest them comfortably in my lap. As I removed the socks and slowly started to massage them, I glanced up and see a three-act play cross Tommy’s face. First is simple confusion, then a warm recognition, like he’s actually remembering me and who I am for the first time since the reunion, before he finally settled on something I wasn’t expecting… lust. We said more with pure eye contact than words ever could. He didn’t have to actually ask and I didn’t have to actually respond. We both knew the answer, and before I had time to think, he grabbed me by the collar and pulled me up into a deep passionate kiss. After knowing all the misery and stress and pain he has endured the past few years, nothing could have made me happier than to make him just feel good.

Nathan, I’m going to MURDER YOU for ending that update on a cliffhanger! LOL There’s NO WAY it just stopped after that!

Anyway, I can only highly commend Nathan’s actions in caring for his former Master. Giving him space to process the end that is likely coming for his father while tenderly caring for the domestic needs at the house is such a beautiful and wordless gift. It was the absolute best way to truly show this King the respect, devotion, and honor he deserves!

But remember what I said at the outset about Alphas seeing everything? Master Tommy clearly watched all of the little things Nathan was doing for him, each act carefully preserved in his heart. Never take Alpha silence for disapproval! Always keep your head down and serve whether they say anything or not! Always show your Alpha that you’re there to submit to him because of his superiority, not because you need commendation or attention! Let your actions speak for you!

Master Tommy clearly showed his appreciation for all of Nathan’s little acts of service with am unexpected, silent kiss!

We don’t (yet) know where this is heading, but I’m confident in saying that Master Tommy is starting to come back to life thanks to the care and worship of his selfless faggot Nathan! This is why all Alphas should own faggots! Hopefully Master Tommy won’t let Nathan get away this time!

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

Have a question? CLICK HERE to ask!