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!

For nine years I have covered the true stories of straight Alphas using faggots, and for nine years I’ve been told it’s impossible. All these nine years verified for me is that my own experiences with straight Alphas wasn’t just luck or my own personal skill.

Straight Alphas need worship about as much as they need air in their lungs. They crave the sight of an inferior surrendering themselves completely to their power, offering anything just to please them. Alphas love to see how their mere presence bends wills and claims lives. Worship verifies to an Alpha what he knows about himself – that he is a King, not an everyday Man.

Now, women definitely provide some amount of that worship. However, there are always strings attached to that, which causes the Alpha consternation. It’s not really worship if a payment is expected for it; that’s called a paid service, not worship.

This is where faggots come into play for straight Alphas. Unlike women, faggots absolutely understand their true place at the feet of straight Alphas. They give everything to these straight Alphas, obeying completely and working tirelessly to satisfy every demand a straight Alpha makes. But something magical happens when a straight Alpha takes ownership of a 100% devoted and loyal faggot. The completely submissive worship of the faggot begins to excite the straight Alpha in ways even he cannot explain. Much the same way cashmasters become sexually aroused by tributes of money, so too do straight Alphas become sexually aroused by the sight of faggots submitting to them.

And that is why straight Alphas and faggots are and will always link together, drawn by the irresistible magnetic forces of Hierarchy.

The latest (and possibly most dramatic) example of this is the case of a young straight Alpha named Anthony, and his faggot friend who worships him, Fabien.

In my last update, I revealed the beautiful collar Master Anthony gave to his faggot while on his way to fuck another female. The collar had a lovely design that spelled out “Anthony”, in effect acting as a dog tag identifying who owns Fabien. Instantly I knew something was developing inside Master Anthony, some powerful force rising up from within him. I told Fabien this, warning him to be ready for what’s coming next.

To that end, I put a bug in Fabien’s ear, suggesting that it would be so much more impactful if Master Anthony were to place the collar on him personally. Fabien agreed, and so I waited for the result of this plan.

To say it succeeded beyond my wildest dreams would be an understatement so deep it would need a funeral. Here’s what Fabien wrote:

Sam, oh my beloved Sam,I come back to you at last! Anthony’s away at university today, so I can take a moment to try and sum up as best I can what happened on Monday when he came back!

He arrived a little earlier than expected, as lunch was still heating up. He chilled out on the sofa. I shyly went over to him, his wonderful gift in hand. He looked at me, intrigued. “Aren’t you wearing it?” So I knelt down. “Master, I have a favor to beg of you. Would you do me the honor of putting it around my neck yourself? I beg you, sir.”

He grinned cockily. He stood up, took the necklace and tied it around my neck. He grabbed my chin to make me look up at him. “You’re mine,” he said. “I’m yours. My mighty Master. I belong at your feet and I exist to serve you.”

He now looked serious, focused. He took a breath and pulled out his cock. I sucked him fervently. I think I’ve now got the hang of it and I know how to satisfy him! I feel so connected to him, when I look into his eyes, on my knees, his cock and cum in my mouth and his tender but firm hand on the back of my head!

After he ejaculated and I swallowed his manly juice, he stroked my hair. “You’re a good slave.” “I’ll do anything for you.” I saw an intense gleam light up in his eyes. He was getting a hard-on again. Then he lifted me up, and pushed me face down on the sofa. He abruptly pulled down my pants and underwear and… I think you can guess what happened next.

He fucked me. He fucked my ass. His cock was already wet and he wet my hole with a little of his own saliva. His huge cock entered. I barely had time to think about what was happening that I was ass-fucked for the first time in my life!

I have to admit: it hurt quite a lot, but I instantly focused on his pleasure to stay quiet. He fucked me vigorously, even furiously! I heard what sounded like screams of rage! Then he muttered “I’m so superior… I’m the best… I’m the master…” After he came the first time, I stayed still for a few moments while he was catching his breath, and he was soon at it again! And this time, he pinned me to the floor. He put his black leather boot on my head while he fucked me!

I started kissing my pendant with his name on it. Then he said, “Kiss this instead,” and put his boot next to my face, so I could kiss and lick it. He was saying “You’re an inferior male… You’re so inferior to me… You’re my slave… SAY IT!” I did my best to speak clearly. “I am your slave! You’re such an awesome man! You’re a god! I was born to serve you!” He roared!
He actually roared!

After three orgasms, he finally slumped on the sofa. He gave me a hand gesture that I understood as an order to serve lunch. He removed his boots and, after serving him, I massaged his socked feet while he ate.

He went away for the afternoon until late that night. When he returned, he fucked me before going to sleep. Then the next morning, after my morning blowjob. Then in the shower. And again on the couch before leaving. And last night. He was in a hurry to leave this morning, so not this time… But I guess I’d better get ready for tonight!

Sam, I think Anthony has reached a new Alpha level… My ass is sore… But my heart is bursting with happiness and gratitude!

Your baby brother has grown up!

Fabien lost his virginity to a young God Alpha!

First of all, I’m so proud of Fabien for everything he has done in service to Master Anthony. He’s literally been the perfect faggot, tiptoeing on a tightrope to impress his incredible King. Fabien has surrendered everything in order to give Master Anthony exquisite service and maximum worship.

And for that slavish devotion, Fabien was finally fucked and bred by Master Anthony’s God Alpha cock!

I must point out that this was not only Fabien’s first time getting fucked, but it was also Master Anthony’s first time fucking a faggot. They both lost a virginity of sorts! But from what Fabien relates here, does it sound like Master Anthony loved fucking a faggot despite being straight? DAMN RIGHT HE DID!

Why is that? Well, like I said in my intro, straight Alphas are turned-on by POWER. Notice what precipitated Master Anthony taking Fabien’s virginity – it was Fabien’s submissiveness and his declarations of devotion! From that came the massive surge of POWER within Master Anthony that made him NEED to breed his faggot and claim it from the inside by marking it with his seed!

The straight Alpha/faggot dynamic is as primal as any in the natural world. Still don’t believe me? You’re not paying attention.

Congratulations to my dear sweet little brother Fabien, and to God Alpha Master Anthony!

HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

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 last I heard from my faggot brother Fabien was last Thursday after Master Anthony had enjoyed his 22nd birthday with his faggot and was heading out that night to celebrate with his Alpha Pack.

Now, I know Alphas about as well as I know faggots; this comes when you’ve served them and been owned by them as many times as I have. And I warned Fabien: BE READY FOR THEIR RETURN. I knew Master Anthony wasn’t going to miss a chance to show off his power over his faggot with his larger group of friends.

And sure enough, I was right again.

This is a pretty jaw-dropping installment from Fabien, so I’ll minimize interruptions:

Anyway, as you know, Anthony’s Pack was back to his home (I feel more and more like I’m living in his place rather than the reverse! ^^). But there were some surprises: Anthony arrived with Henri, five other friends (including two I didn’t know) but also a gorgeous young girl and another boy their age, named Clément, who happened to be… another faggot!

When they arrived, they were loudly chatting and they hardly paid any attention to me, except to give me their coats. But Anthony, who was speaking with the girl, snapped in my direction and said to the shy boy: “Clément, go with Fabien here to the kitchen, he’ll explain you your duties:”.

So I met the boy Clément in the kitchen. “Are you Anthony’s roommate” he asked me. “More like his live-in servant”, I answered. Then, he explained to me. Clément is a shy classmate of Anthony and Henri’s gang who often tried to befriend them. Some days ago, Anthony had him lick his boots. Henri and him had a good laugh and Anthony told his best bro “I’ve already have a better one, you can get this one!”. So now, Clément is considered to be Henri’s slave boy!

(Also, it means that either Anthony already has another college fag I don’t know of, or I am the “better one”! Either one, it makes my day!)

Anyway, to sum up, Clément and I served the Pack all evening, bringing them drinks and food, while they laughed and chatted loudly over background music, sometimes danced and played video games. I had secretly baked a chocolate cake for Anthony, and Clément and I lit the 22 candles in the kitchen. When I brought it into the living room, all his friends started singing “Happy Birthday” and clapping!

Clément and I were also used and humiliated during the evening. When I served a drink to Anthony, who was talking with the pretty girl sitting on his lap, he said to her, pointing at me, “You see the grown-up guy who lives here with me? He’s my stooge. He idolizes me so much that he does anything I tell him to do.” She was very intrigued and interested. “Look!” he said, snapping his fingers at his boot.

I knew what I had to do. And I was delighted to show this young girl all Anthony’s power, to make her understand how lucky she was to be in his lap. I licked the sole and all of Anthony’s boot very carefully, to the admiring cheers and chuckles of the girl and the Alpha Bros. Afterwards, with Anthony’s approval, I had to lick several shoes and bare feet. My tongue was tired by the end!

Later that evening, I was on my knees in front of them, trying to catch with my mouth any food they threw at me, laughing. I also had to bark and perform like a dog for their entertainment. The boy Clément, meanwhile, was used as a footrest for long moments by several of them, and had to deal with socks in his mouth and spit in his face.

How can I explain what I felt like, as an accomplished, respectable thirty-something, humiliated and mocked by these young college student bros laughing together? I felt perfectly in my place. It seemed so natural to me, as a lesser boy, to debase myself for the pleasure of these young, better men.

Late in the evening, Anthony got up with the beautiful girl who was glued to him and said to his brothers “Fellas, I’ve got more festivities ahead of me!” and they both went to his room while the others raised their glasses or bottles of beer to his health and jokingly wished him a happy birthday. Afterwards, we could clearly hear the girl’s exclamations of delight coming from the bedroom, provoking admiring and appreciative laughs from the alphas.

“Anthony, that lucky bastard!” one of them said with obvious admiration, “always gets the prettiest ones!” “Yeah” laughed another “no wonder he’s the boss!” I felt such a burst of pride!

One of them called out to me: “All of this makes me horny. Hey, bitch, I hear you give blow jobs? Come over here”. I was about to comply, but Henri intervened: “No, Anthony isn’t here and didn’t allow it. You can have mine, though” and he turned to Clément, who was then groveling in the back of the room “You little shit! Come over here to have a taste of our dicks!” Clément had to suck several cocks, while I was massaging Henri’s feet.

When they went to bed (Henri and two others in the guest room, three others on the sofa bed), Clément and I were sent to the kitchen. Since the first party, with Anthony’s agreement, I’ve bought a futon to sleep on. I wanted to lend it to Clément, but Henri stopped by and forbade it, requiring Clément to sleep directly on the floor. I said I didn’t mind letting him sleep on it, but Henri curtly replied, “I don’t care what you mind or not. I decide to educate my slave boy and to learn to sleep in his place!” So Clément had to accommodate himself to the kitchen floor.

I tried to comfort him as much as I could. “Don’t worry! You’re going to love serving superior men. Sometimes, it may be hard and exhausting, but it’s really worth it! I wish I knew that when I was your age. Always be thankful and obedient and attentive, always put his well-being first. And I promise you, it will be very fulfilling!” I saw him give a shy little smile and murmur “they actually are super awesome!” and I was relieved.

The next day, I was the first person in the apartment to wake up. I wondered if Anthony would want me to come and bring him breakfast in his room while he was with his lover, but I felt it was better to take the risk of making a mistake by bringing something to him than by failing to do so. I put a hearty breakfast for him and his girl on a tray, and added a flower from a vase in a small glass vial, for the lady.

I set the tray down beside his bed as they both slept, her head resting on his chest. Anthony slowly opened his eyes at this moment, glanced at the breakfast and gave me a thumbs-up, then a hand signal to clear off. I was so relieved I did right!

Back in the kitchen, I kindly woke up Clément and suggested that he brings Henri and his two friends breakfast in the guest room. His new master would surely be pleased. He did so and only came out later, looking delighted, with a little cum still on his face. As for the others three in the living room, I knew they were only entitled to leftover breakfast, in accordance with the hierarchy between Alphas, but I always take care to make generous portions so that they get respectable shares.

Anthony and his bros left in the late morning that day. My master informed me that he wouldn’t be coming back to the flat before they left for the weekend, and said I’d see him on Monday, while reminding me with a hand gesture to clean and tidy the apartment before he comes back.

Clément kindly stayed with me a little longer to help me start cleaning. Before he left, I did my best again to help him. “I may be older than you, but you and I are the same, inferior boys born to serve and obey incredible men like Anthony, Henri and their bros. So we’ve got to stick together brotherly! If you need anything, don’t hesitate to contact me, little brother!” I wish to be as helpful to him as I know you would be, Sam!

What a stunning display of natural Hierarchy, both Alpha and faggot! I wasn’t there, and yet I feel almost as giddy as little Fabien!

First of all, let me sing Fabien’s praises. Keep in mind that this is Fabien’s FIRST TIME serving an Alpha, and he’s exquisitely perfect right out of the box! Whenever anyone asks if faggots are born that way, just point to Fabien. He was BORN for this role, and it’s one he accepts with responsibility and joy.

For instance, notice how Fabien had no jealousy over his Master Anthony’s female, or the other faggot the Pack brought to the apartment! Not only did he not have any jealousy, but he also began helping Clement – mentoring him – to be the best faggot possible and making things as comfortable for his faggot brother as he could under pressure! I haven’t seen this level of selfless faggot cooperation since the legendary faggots of Masters Jin, Nick, and Matt in Toronto, Canada! It’s beautiful beyond belief! Any Alpha on the planet would want to own and cherish faggots like Fabien and Clement!

And from the Alphas we see typical Pack behavior, with each one teaching the next how to own and use the available faggots. I love that Master Anthony (the God Alpha of the Pack) taught Master Henri about faggot ownership and “gifted” him a faggot of his own. This is not over. The other Alphas in the Pack will soon be getting faggots of their own as well, just watch!

When Master Anthony returns home to his loyal faggot, he is going to give him a return to remember. I have no doubt that Master Anthony is beaming with pride over the way his faggot served him. If he feels even half of what I feel for Fabien’s performance, he’s going to breed Fabien until cum is seeping from his tearducts!

Ultimately, I’m left speechless and moved almost to tears by Fabien’s closing words:

It’s been over two days since Anthony left and I can hardly think of anything else but him. I feel so much loyalty and admiration for him; how can a young man be so perfect? I am obsessed with making him happy, I really want him to enjoy his life as much as he can. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do just to please him. I can’t wait to see him again tomorrow!

That’s how complete and devoted service to a worthy Alpha should leave a faggot – spent, but eager to be spent again. We are renewed by being used by our Owners!

I love you, sweet Fabien! May you always be so inspired!