I think every single gay male had that one straight guy in high school we wanted so badly but never managed to get. For me, it was this guy named Bob who looked vaguely like Kyle McLachlan. My attempts to get Bob’s attention were almost embarrassing, but I could never stop staring at his bulge or his perfectly-formed ass. He entertained my clumsy advances (I think he knew I was a faggot), but I was way too awkward and unsure of myself as a freshman to make anything happen.

I think that pretty much describes the experiences of most gay males crushing on straight guys in high school. However, every so often a crafty and determined faggot will figure out the magic formula and strike gold. In this case, the crafty faggot in question is a twenty-something fag named Kyle.

Kyle lusted after a tall, lanky athlete in his high school named Andrew. They became good friends, and nothing happened between them for their entire time in school.

But Kyle never gave up.

So we went to High school together actually. He ended up moving out to Boston as he got a job with Olympia Sports while he attended Umass Boston online. I had gotten a job out in Boston 6 years back and commuted. He was my crush in high school. Literally worshiped him. I knew he was living in the city and hit him up to see if he had an apartment that had a available room or what the deal was with him. He actually said he was looking for another place in the city to live as the rent was too high where he was at. So I ended up getting a 2 bedroom apartment in the city and told him I had a good apartment for cheap rent. He ended up moving in with me and it was amazing.

After a couple of months I knew I had to be honest with him. I sat down and talked with him about my situation. I told him I was a faggot and that I had worshipped him since high school and that I felt most useful helping him achieve his goals. As he had been single for a number of years I also let him know that i am there for his pleasure as well.

He was like wtf and took some time to think about what I just told him. About a week later he came back to me and told me what the rules are. I take care of the majority of the rent, I keep his room, bathroom, and the place clean. I help him with his assignments. And I will give him sexual pleasure when he wanted it. So the fact he laid down the law like that with me proves he was a true Alpha. And I was super happy to help him on his journey.

That’s one hell of an introduction to the use of faggots! Even Kyle admitted his overwhelming fear:

Dude when I had my first conversation with him about telling him about me. I was so scared and nervous. We always were cool with each other before and I didn’t want to scare him off and I didn’t want to ruin our already existing friendship. But the fact he was open to it was incredible.

So it didn’t take Master Andrew long to seize control of the useful situation:

So he started getting his feet wet by no longer using my name but calling me fag/faggot all the time. Then he started telling me to do things, like his laundry, cleaning shit, picking up stuff for him, giving him some spending cash. I loved doing it man.

Then about a month into this I woke up one morning hearing him call me. “Faggot come here”. So I went to his room. He was kicked back on the bed masturbating, his dick was popped out of his boxers and he said I was going to be his fuck toy from now on as well. He ordered me to get on the bed with him and suck his cock, which I gladly did. And I was passive in the whole situation, I didn’t suck so much as he skull fucked me with his hands holding my head. I gagged, spit-up, and choked but that’s how he liked getting his head. And I was so happy to be used for his needs. I would smell his dirty socks and boxers, I’d sniff and lick his Jordan’s for him. He loved the power imbalance.

But then Master Andrew made the unexpected decision to introduce his new faggot to his Alpha pack!

So like I said we went to high school together so we know many of the same people from central MA. The first time he had a party he invited some buds from high school so he could hang with them and also out me as a faggot to them. They got pretty drunk and high. But I was ordered to serve them beer, pack bowls, get food, lick their sneakers, sniff and lick their feet while they all laughed and humiliated me. There was like 12 people over. The deal was if I was to be used for sex I’d be taken into the bedroom and used there. And 4 guys did use me sexually that night. They were too drunk to care, just needing to nut.

Kyle has now been serving Master Andrew for SIX YEARS! And while the dynamic between them has changed since high school, the core bond between them remains thanks to each one accepting the truth about the other.

Whenever we’d go out in public together the dynamic never changed to make it seem like I was his equal. He called me fag in public all the time. I’d get looks but I didn’t care. He’s completely lost respect for me as a person … now I’m just his bitch faggot.

I absolutely love this true story of a faggot and an Alpha finding Hierarchical fulfillment in each other! And I’m so very inspired by Kyle’s persistent pursuit of the Alpha to whom he desperately wanted to submit!

What a lesson, and what inspiration! Follow Kyle’s great example, make room for service and make it a priority, and you too can find success!