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!
I’ve been the First Faggot to at least five straight Alphas, and each time it’s happened I’ve felt such a weight of responsibility. I always want to give Alphas good experiences, but with straight Alphas who have never known what’s it like to be serviced by a faggot, there’s more importance to get it right. I’ve always taken this responsibility seriously.
Fabien is a faggot after my own heart. He’s the little brother I never had, and we both see eye-to-eye on the importance of our purpose as faggots of straight Alphas. We also value and cherish every opportunity we have to be of service to these Kings!
Fabien’s latest update tickled me because it’s full of the joy as well as the scheming that we faggots do when dealing with straight Alphas who are oblivious to the purpose of faggots.
Read on to learn more:
My beloved big brother,
I definitely don’t want to make the same mistake of forgetting to tell you about an important moment in Anthony’s life (and mine), so I’m using the time while the Alphas are sleeping to write you a recap of the day!
My Master and I have been staying in a lovely little villa near the beach since yesterday. Today, while Anthony went to see some friends who were visiting nearby, I was supposed to pick up his older cousin Arthur at the train station. My Master told me that he thought his cousin was probably an Alpha (he’s very popular with girls, scores a string of conquests, and is generally very well-liked by everyone) but that, to his knowledge, he didn’t use any slaves. So I had the pleasure of meeting Arthur today and taking him to the beach, where he wanted to spend some time, and then at the villa, where he’s spending the week with us.
As soon as I saw him, I knew that my Master Anthony was right and that his cousin was an Alpha. Arthur is in his early thirties, about my age, and he exudes confidence and charm. You’ll probably think I’m obsessed with Spider-Man (and maybe I am!), but I think he has a bit of a resemblance to Andrew Garfield when he was younger and more muscular. In any case, my servile instinct kicked in immediately when I was with him!
When I met him, I took his luggage and asked him what he wanted and what I could do for him. I’ll try to transcribe as faithfully as possible (albeit maybe simplifying a bit) the conversation he and I had while we were walking to the beach and I was carrying his things.
“So you’re Tony’s roomate, hey?”
“Actually, I’m more his live-in servant. That’s why I am at your service as well, Sir! Tell me anything you want.”
He chuckled. “What do you mean? Does he pay you to clean his house and stuff like that?”
“No, he doesn’t pay me. Actually, I’m the one who gives him money! He deserves all I can give to him, and more.”
He looked at me with a mixture of amusement and puzzlement. Anthony hadn’t told me what I should or shouldn’t say to his cousin, but I felt it was my hierarchical duty to tell the truth to this Man who, clearly, wasn’t yet living the life he deserved to his full potential.”You see, Sir, there’s a Male Hierarchy, and the Alpha Males are at the top. They are the strongest, most confident and powerful Men who are natural leaders. The most superior Alphas are the ones who own and use slaves, especially male slaves.”
He wore an incredulous smile. “And so, men like you…”
“I’m not a Man. I don’t deserve that name, because I’m at the very bottom of the Hierarchy. I’m a slave. I was born for this.” He seemed more and more interested, though he was still skeptical. So I went on.
“Me and other males, we are natural slaves. We exist to serve Alphas and be used by them in any way they want. We serve them domestically, of course, financially, and we praise and worship them. And even sexually.”
He was surprised. “What? I thought Anthony’s was straight! We used to chase girls together, I practically trained him when he was a teen!”
“Then you did a wonderful job, Sir! Anthony is very popular with girls, I can tell you! He fucks them again and again! But even straight Alphas use inferior males sexually. They fuck us because that increases their power and their dominance. That doesn’t make them gay. Actually, they’re the straightest of straight Men.”
Arthur was silent for a moment, clearly deep in thought. When we were at the beach, and he was resting in the shade on a lounge chair after swimming, I sat in the sand, near him, practically at his feet.
“May I ask you a question, Sir? When you were in high school or college, or even now at work, do you have any bootlickers, any minions? People who do your every bidding? Don’t you see the people who bend over backward to please you?”
“Yeah, sure… In a way, I guess… I mean, I’ve always been popular…”
“That’s Hierarchy, Sir. You could certainly have slaves like me if you wanted. And you could fuck them whenever you want!”
He thought for a moment, then shook his head. “Nah! That’s too weird!”
I shrugged. “Suit yourself, Sir. As an Alpha Male, as I gladly think you are, you are entitled to do what you want. If you don’t want to fuck males, just don’t. I would simply say that, in my humble opinion, you’re denying yourself a great power that should belong to you. And I’m saying that with all the respect I own to my superior, Sir!”
After another moment of silence, he asked me “Do you really think I could have a… a slave like you are to Tony?”
“At the very least, I think you should own some servants to do your chores, Sir. A real Man should never stoop to menial tasks unworthy of him. That’s what slaves like me are for. And yeah, I think you would remained stuck at a lower-level Alpha if you don’t use slaves sexually.”
Another silence. I’m almost certain I spotted an hard-on under his swimming trunks… And then, out of the blue. “Would you suck me off?”
I beamed. “Believe me, Sir, I would be very happy to do this for you. But I belong to my Master Anthony. I’m his property, and I cannot possibly submit to any other Man, however Alpha he is, without his explicit approval.”
When we got home to the villa, Anthony was already there. The two cousins shared a manly hug, and my Master motioned for me to unpack and set up Arthur’s things in the room assigned to him. (The two Men sleep upstairs, I sleep on a futon in the kitchen.) When I came back down, I brought them some glasses on a tray while they were chatting by the pool.
“See! I told you my boy would think to serve us drinks! Good boy! So you told Arthur everything about us?
“Does he really do everything you tell him to?”
“Of course! He’s a slave! Look. Fab! Crawl on the floor!”
“Right away, Master!”
I did as I was told. I crawled on my belly, I kissed Anthony’s feet, Arthur’s feet. Anthony put his foot on me. I felt so honored and proud to be used as a trophy by Anthony to display his power in front of his latent Alpha cousin. I was ready to obey every single order at once. Then I lay down on my back. Anthony cleaned his feet on my face.
“Do you like that, slave?”
“A lot, Master! The dirt on the bottom of your feet is worth more than me, Master. Thank you!”
They both laughed. I could tell Arthur was getting more and more comfortable.
“Want to give it a try? Go ahead, he’s all yours! He has no dignity, he’ll do whatever you want!”
“I don’t know… Slave! Do ten push-ups in front of me and kiss my feet every time you go down!”
I obeyed. And I was glad I’d done some working out under Anthony’s orders to make it possible!
I made dinner while they were having fun in the pool. and I waited on them at the table. Later, I served them drinks and served as their footrest while they watched TV. I took the opportunity to lick Arthur’s foot that was resting in front of my face. I glanced at him to see if he was satisfied, and we shared a smile.
When they went to bed, Anthony said to his cousin, “If you wake up before I do, ask the slave for breakfast! And you can feed him your morning wood. He’s very good at blow jobs now.”
I’m exhausted, I’m going to bed, too! I have hard work to do tomorrow: two Alphas to serve and worship! It’s a lot for just one faggot, but I’m so happy to be helping my Master’s cousin awaken to his Alphahood!
Lots of love!
your loving little bro
fab the fag
Fabien does something here that I’ve emphasized countless times: be courageous, frank, and proud when speaking to straight Alphas about being a faggot or about hierarchy.
Why? Because it DISARMS straight Alphas, who are surprised you’re not ashamed. Also, when you speak plainly and frankly about your hierarchical purpose, it allows the Alpha to absorb and admit the truth of hierarchy through such reasoning.
Once you have straight Alphas on their heels, they become curious about why creatures like faggots exist, and what they can do with one.
An example of this: once Arthur learned of faggots, he asked, “would you suck me off?” That’s exactly what my first straight Alpha, Master Roger, said to me!!! It’s always where the straight Alpha brain goes once they learn they have a proud slave available to use!
All of this was possible only because Fabien was courageous from the start. He’d fixed in his mind that he was going to teach Arthur the truth about his service to Master Anthony, defend his own truth as a faggot, and be a teacher of hierarchy to this unknowing King.
Because of that mental/emotional work Fabien had done beforehand, he was ready with responses to questions he knew would eventually come. That casual frankness disarmed Arthur (as it does other straight Alphas), which allowed Fabien an opening to teach through words and actions!
I’m so impressed by Fabien! He’s learned so much about how to teach with purpose while also serving at the highest level. Master Anthony must be SO PROUD to own a great faggot like Fabien, who only ever honors his Master with exceptional service and obedience!
I know I’m proud to call him my brother and friend!
I love you, Fabien!
sam the faggot
