I have been asked seemingly thousands of times to give advice on how to seduce a straight Alpha friend, co-worker, or stranger on the street. And I’ve helped countless brave faggots who followed my advice make huge breakthroughs, to the point that I’m low-key famous in this part of the internet for my success rate.
I know what I teach works because I’ve done it many times. My students have, too.
So I’m putting the finishing touches on my third groundbreaking book, “How To Seduce Straight Alphas”. It’s not going to be free advice anymore, and I’m no longer answering these questions for free. However, the first twenty faggots to purchase the book will get access to a private Telegram channel to ask specific questions of me.
This is a big one … the answers every faggot wants to have! GET READY!!
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!
Over the nearly ten years (!) I’ve been chronicling Hierarchy and shepherding countless Alphas and faggots to embrace their truth, I’ve seen some extraordinary transformations. I’ve helped latent Alphas recover their power … I’ve guided many faggots to make successful approaches to Alphas.
But my very favorite transformations I’ve accomplished have happened with straight Alphas. I have an uncanny ability to convince straight Alphas to try using faggots, and every time they do it vastly improves their lives. Having been the “first faggot” to many straight Alphas myself, I know what’s waiting for these Alphas on the other side of sexually using faggots: infinite power.
My beloved Master Anthony, owner of my dear brother Fabien, is the latest straight Alpha to discover this great secret at the center of Hierarchy. From the first moment his dick entered Fabien, he tapped into a deep truth about what it means to be a Man and God Alpha. He realized he can have absolutely anything he wants from anyone for the rest of his life.
I’m keenly aware that these orgies Master Anthony has been having are part of the joyous expression of that newfound understanding. He simply loves all of the forms of worship and service available to him now. And he also wants to help his Alpha Pack embrace that truth as well.
Master Anthony wrote me about his latest orgy, as well as some wonderful thoughts about his devoted faggot.
As I told you, I held an orgy at home, and I immediately wanted to have a second one! I don’t think I can adequately describe the level of bliss I experienced. All my most beloved brothers gathered around me, under my patronship, with gorgeous girls crazy about us at our disposal and slaves working hard to serve our every need and every whim! I’ve never felt more alive. More myself. Laughter, games, eating, drinking, and most of all, sex, sex, sex! What crazy nights!
I’m so happy to have introduced my bros to these pleasures. Even the most reluctant ones quickly lost their inhibitions once they’ve had a taste of the party atmosphere. Since then, they can’t stop thanking me! I really feel like a leader of elite men. With Henri and my other best friends, we’re closer and more intimate than ever.
I must say I was very impressed with my house slave. He had the genius idea of organizing everything in the style of a real antique Roman orgy, including costumes and accessories. And I definitely noticed him, all evening long, discreetly encouraging and guiding the other slaves. If you want to know, I’m more and more convinced that I have found the best possible slave. It’s like his mind is constantly and tirelessly brainstorming for new ways to serve me, to make me happy, to make my life the best it can be. I love that. And when he (rarely) makes a tiny mistake, I just have to give him a good scolding and he’ll never do it again.
Of course, that’s the very least I deserve. But I’ve stumbled across a rare gem. He deserves me as much as I deserve him. We really found each other, as master and slave. I feel more and more protective and caring towards him. I can see he’s exhausted from all this, so I’m going to allow him a little rest. And I’ll think about a new reward. Make him feel appreciated by his revered god.
One thing I absolutely love about Master Anthony is his deep appreciation for his faggot Fabien. He still has that youthful exuberance (because he’s young, of course) and unabashed joy that comes with being a young God Alpha who already understands much more than Alphas twice his age. He’s living the best life, and he knows it.
Even better, he’s teaching and training his Alpha brothers to enjoy the use of faggots! This is Alpha mentorship at its finest! Master Anthony’s joy over this transformation in his brothers practically drips from his words. They will never be more powerful than he is, but they are at least becoming powerful enough to reign beside Master Anthony!
And of course, it’s so touching to hear Master Anthony’s high praise for Fabien. My little brother deserves it, too! Fabien has completely surrendered his life in service to his Master, and works tirelessly.
Additionally, notice how Master Anthony took special note of his faggot training the other faggots at the orgy! That impressed Master Anthony enough that he mentioned it and praised Fabien and called him a “rare gem”!
Master Anthony said that he and Fabien belong together, a perfect Master and servant. That’s what happens when a God Alpha takes ownership of a mentor faggot (the highest rank in faggot hierarchy)!
I’m so proud of both of them, and I’m so grateful to be a part of their journeys!
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!
It seems Master Anthony has really turned a corner on the sexual use of faggots! Not only is he constantly breeding Fabien, but he’s also bringing other faggots into his stable and getting them bred by him and his Alpha Pack.
Last week’s orgy was quite the eye-opener, and I was wondering if that extreme experience might’ve caused Master Anthony to pull back a little bit. But Master Anthony is literally beyond the cares of all lesser males, and these kinds of constraints fall off of him like rain on a newly-waxed car.
Fabien wrote me a painfully-brief recap of what happened this past weekend, as Master Anthony arranged yet another orgy this weekend. What it seemed to lack in intensity, this latest one went farther in extravagance.
Just a quick note while I’m once again tidying and cleaning the flat!
Anthony loved last week’s orgy so much that he made a new one this Saturday night! To build up on the previous one, I’d acquired an ancient Roman-style couch. I had the privilege of rubbing and licking his feet when he was lying on it while a pretty girl stroked his hair and fed him, and another worshipped his cock! I’m afraid Clément had a bit of a struggle this time with the double penetrations, but Henri kindly agreed to give him some rest.
Fortunately, a few other slaves are still around to help me get the apartment back in order before the Master returns! Am I a bad faggot for secretly hoping that we won’t have an orgy every single week? I have to admit they’re exhausting, before, during and after!
But as long as Anthony is happy, nothing else matters! If I have to work myself to the bone to make his wishes come true, then so be it!
Fabien truly is a perfect faggot, and I think Master Anthony knows it. Fabien has been working tirelessly, living off of adrenaline, dopamine, and cum. I also love that Fabien went out and bought a Romanesque couch to complete the sense of Kingship that Master Anthony deserves! That’s going the extra mile for sure!
I’m so happy for Fabien. He’s in the midst of something with Master Anthony that will change his life forever and serve as an everlasting privilege in his heart. He’s cherishing every moment, as he should!
It’s statistically difficult to find true love in our world today. Something like 60-70% of straight marriages end in divorce, and gay relationships typically fare much worse.
In the Hierarchical world, deep and lasting relationships are almost nonexistent. Sure, it lasts for a while and even burns hotter than any other kind of relationship, but oftentimes one of the two (usually the Alpha) moves onto something more stable and socially-acceptable.
While my efforts on FWA and here (and across my social media) typically don’t deal specifically with finding romance (I’m a realist), I’ve been blessed to be a part of at least four marriages between Alphas and faggots. So I’m saying that love does happen sometimes, even in deeply fetishistic relationships.
I received a remarkable letter from an older faggot named Kevin. He was moved to write to me to share his experience as an exposure faggot for an older Alpha named Dennis after I railed on the worthlessness of exposure faggots. I really wanted to highlight this message, because it should give all faggots hope.
sam the fag,
i recently listened to your podcast deriding exposure fags. Maybe i can change your mind a bit. i met my Master in 2007 in the old yahoo chat rooms. We hit it off immediately and chatted regularly for several months. Then He ordered me to visit. He only lived a few hours away so i immediately got in my car. When i entered His home i immediately dropped to my knees with my head down and it felt better than anything i had done previously in my life. He ordered me to my feet because HE had other plans
He got out His camera and ordered me to strip, all the while He was taking pictures. I was nervous having Him document me that way, but i trusted Him. He then shaved me from the neck down and tied me up using the camera the whole time. Then I got my reward by sucking His dick
This type of scene happened every time we met. Eventually he would joke “too bad only the two of us know about these pictures because everyone should know what a faggot you are”. i would laugh and quickly change the subject. it made me nervous at the thought of posting my pics to the internet for anyone to see.
One day when i was home and HE texted me one of the photos he took of me and said: “post it faggot”. i did not hesitate and posted it to my tumblr account. he texted me “there is my faggot, exposed as it should be”. That made me so incredibly proud that i pleased Him and that HE wanted to show me off. This became a regular thing between us.
Master Dennis passed away in 2019 and that devastated me. Now i am an old faggot in my 60s. Alphas can have any faggot they want, so why would they want me? Sometimes i still post pics of me because it makes me feel closer the memory of my Master. Yes, i want more than that. I want to serve, and i have not given up my quest to be owned again, but in the meantime exposing keeps me in my fagspace and brings back wonderful memories.
faggot kevin
It’s funny how little memories waft into our lives like a lovingly-remembered scent, and instantly we are back with those we still cherish. This sweet tribute to a long-lost Master felt that way to me.
The Master/faggot dynamic is poorly-understood by most and definitely dismissed, but as Kevin demonstrates here, the dynamic cuts through posturing and exposes the rawness of who we truly are beneath. Masters and faggots share with each other the most primal instincts one can ever reveal, bound by a trust that defies death.
I’m so glad my brother Kevin shared his heartache and longing with me, and now to you. It’s a shared longing, a shared heartache. But ultimately, taking the gamble and exposing ourselves to risk leaves us with tender memories that carry us onward.
Thank you, Kevin.
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
Faggots typically have notoriously-short shelf lives, especially when serving straight Alphas. The Alphas fall in love with somebody, and that somebody doesn’t understand (or wouldn’t understand) why the Alpha owns a faggot slave. While I consider that as a warning sign to the Alpha that this person is not suitable for them, the Alphas usually ignore that warning and plunge ahead with the relationship, dismissing the faggot in the process.
It’s the nature of the beast, I suppose. I know I’ve lost Alphas to this process, and I’ve gotten philosophical about it these days. But for young faggots, that churn of life can be painful and discouraging. They go into these service arrangements with eyes of wonder and hearts full of hope, only to see them carelessly crushed.
That’s why I was so startled by the letter I received from Michael, my dear faggot brother who has slowly grown into a legendary servicer of Men on this site since he made himself known a couple of years ago. It seems Michael has already moved into the philosophical mode at an early age.
During our ongoing email conversation, I asked Michael if Master Theo (the 18-year-old college Alpha he’s serving in LA) had offered to collar him, or if he wanted to be collared.
i would be totally surprised if Theo ever put a collar on me. He just doesn’t think that way. Certainly He needs no indicia of His ownership of me. His ownership is clear and absolute and both of us understand it. This is not arrogance on His part; it is just how He is. Owning a faggot is not anything extraordinary to Him. He sees it: the services, the sexual power, the worship, indeed, the ownership as an entitlement — something that is a part of Him naturally — a birthright. A collar would not, could not, add anything to the absoluteness of His power over me.
Nor, from my perspective, do i need a collar to remind me that He owns me, that He is my absolute Master and god. Nor is it important to me to demonstrate to the world that i am owned property. Theo IS my world
Now, here’s the thing. In the past, i have gone from serving one Alpha to moving on to the next. Sometimes more than one at a time. But i am dreading the day when Theo decides that my service no longer pleases Him, or that owning a faggot slave is inconsistent with what He wishes to do with His life. After serving this glorious Alpha-god, i don’t think i could move on to another. i don’t think there is another. i think that being dismissed from His service would be the end of my life as a faggot … and the beginning of an “ordinary” life.
I was stunned when I read that last part. Could it really be true that Michael sees the end of his service to Alphas? Could he even really be happy living an “ordinary” life?
I find that scenario unrealistic. The need to serve Alphas is so deeply ingrained in Michael’s DNA that it cannot be suppressed or ignored.
However, I’ve been wrong before. And I’m certainly not Michael, so I can’t speak for him. Maybe he can make that work, but I just know from experience that faghood isn’t a shirt you can take off and toss in the garbage.
Like Master Theo’s cum, Michael’s faghood is in his blood.
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
I loved Michael’s last update. It was so full of gratitude and lust for service that I wrote a response letter to him asking if he was in love with Master Theo, the 18-year-old Alpha he’s serving at UCLA on the order of Master Theo’s Alpha father.
And Michael wrote a response to that letter so eloquent and so painfully honest that I had to share it. I could’ve cried.
Thanks for your letter. There is a profound difference between love and worship. i hope i don’t sound like i am in love with my Alpha-god, Theo, because i fully understand that there could NEVER be a loving relationship between Him and me. We are not even of the same species; like a love affair between a Man and a coffee pot.. Such a love would poison our relationship because love supposes a kind of equality between the “lovers” that absolutely does not and cannot exist between a Man and His faggot. Rather i worship Him and i see every act of service as a prayer. i do not “pray” to Him in the expectation that He will “answer” my prayers. Rather, each act of service is a reaffirmation of His godliness. That godliness guides my life just as traditional worship of God is acknowledgement that i seek to live adhering to God’s ways.
Being fucked by Theo was a life-changing experience. i have been fucked before, but never like this. It is really hard to put it in words. By fucking me He is telling me that He wants to take all that i can possibly give Him; that He understands that the very purpose of my life is to serve Him — and that He accepts my service (my very life) as His due. (In the mechanical sense — not that is makes any difference — the fuck lasted pretty nearly an hour. He alternated between gentle insertion and pile driving long dicking. He ejaculated massive loads of cum — twice, without even withdrawing or getting soft. When it was over He allowed me to clean off His cock and to lick the sweat off His glorious body. i wept in gratitude for His gift. i wept because that fuck was the recognition that He truly owned me and knew He could do anything, take anything i had to offer.
You want to know why I run this website and expend so much time on it? Because of the words my dear brother Michael wrote in that letter. Because I’ve been there multiple times myself, and I’ve felt the overwhelming gratitude and joy he feels right now.
And I want that for every faggot, too.
The relationship between a Man and his faggot isn’t particularly complicated, but it can run very, very deep. It’s fulfilling in a way that is almost indescribable, and incomparable to almost any other type of relationship in a Man’s life. That’s because it’s a fusion of purpose between two polar opposites that brings deep, personal fulfillment to both in drastically different ways.
I can only speak definitively to the faggot side of the equation, of course, because I’m a faggot. And what my brother Michael describes above is true. Every act of service is like a genuine prayer from the very soul of a true faggot. It’s a prayer of deep gratitude, pure and true.
That’s why I’m always imploring faggots to stop thinking so much about the sex and start focusing on each act of service as a privilege, no matter how small or immaterial it may be. Each act is a prayer your heart makes, and it’s fulfilled there as well.
It’s the deep magic of Hierarchy. You’ll never know until you surrender yourself to it.
Thank you, Michael.
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
There’s a certain change in a faggot when it becomes so completely lost in service to an Alpha that it changes everything about the faggot’s life and outlook. What I’m talking about goes far beyond “subspace”, which is something momentary and fleeting.
I call it elevation. Any faggot who has experienced it knows what I’m saying. It’s a feeling of constant euphoria and lightness, like you’re wrapped in a cocoon of safety and power. For a faggot, this comes from completely and utterly submitting to the will and power of their Alpha owner.
I know it seems counter-intuitive to think of strength and lightness through submission and service, but this is precisely what happens. And I’m telling you, there is no better feeling for a faggot.
I’m glad to say that my beautiful brother Michael has reached a point of elevation in service to his 18-year-old Master, Theo.
Just listen to Michael’s latest update:
sam, Thanks for asking. i am doing fine. More than fine. i simply cannot imagine a life that could be any better than my life of service to my Alpha-god Theo.
i am 27 years old and my Alpha is 18, going on 19. But He is filled with wisdom of a man far older and far more experienced, and His Alpha-ness is that of a Man far older. i have had the honor of serving Alphas in their 30s and 40s and even 50s, but i have never served a Man who is so instinctively aware of and comfortable with His dominance and His sense of privilege. He fully understands that He is entitled to all of the services that i provide. He takes that service naturally, as His right (as indeed, it is). It is so much more than granting me the privilege of sucking His cock and eating His godly cum, which is still (thank goodness) something i am blessed to do several times a day. But, finally, He has taken to fucking me on (special for me) occasions, and, not surprisingly, He is an awesome fuck. The first time He fucked me, He brought tears to my eyes — tears of joy — i was so thrilled that He saw me in that way and that i could bring to Him the ultimate pleasure that a faggot can give to his Man.
Of course my domestic service to Theo is really a full time job. i know His class, gym and practice schedule and so when He is not in His dorm room, i can enter, clean His room change is bed linens, pick up His dirty laundry and take it back to the apartment to launder and iron and return the next day. i maintain our apartment, which is near the campus. The Master bedroom suite is kept in pristine condition should He want to use it when He has a hot date. Since as a freshman He cannot keep a car on campus, His Porsche is kept in the underground garage at the apartment, and so i am able to keep that in perfect detailed condition for when He needs it. i have to tell You sam, i get fucking hard detailing that car, and i frequently cum doing His laundry — even now, months after being in His service.
my job dealing with customer complaints that was arranged by Theo’s dad working at a company owned by a friend of his has become very busy, what with the supply chain interruptions that are plaguing commerce right now. my boss, Steve, understands that serving Theo is my primary obligation and so He has hired a college student (Sean) to assist me on a part time basis. i mentioned this to Theo and it turns out that He knows this guy. They work out together sometimes at the college gym. Theo let me know that i should make sure that Sean gets the kind if cock service that any guy who works out with Theo deserves, and so i have the privilege of sucking off Sean, practically every day — a joy for me because i am doing it to please Theo.
sam, i know faggots get off on their inferiority, and see their service as a means of reinforcing their inferiority. i know faggots who long for humiliation, degradation, who live to be abused and to be reminded by the conduct of their Alphas, and by their own submission and deeds that they are worthless, subhumans. But i have to say that i have no such feelings. my service to Theo elevates me, gives me worth, and makes my life meaningful. i feel good about myself because i am blessed with the privilege of making the life of this extraordinary Alpha-god easier and richer — as He deserves.
I was so happy to hear Michael use that term “elevate”! I’m not sure I can think of a better term for that feeling of lightness and pure joy that comes from truly selfless and submissive service to an Alpha.
This elevation is the blessing and reward Michael deserves for years of dedicated service. Just think of the insane situations of his that I’ve covered just since I’ve known him! His story is crazy – and inspirational beyond words.
Everything that has happened for Michael came about because he accepted that he is a faggot and that his purpose is to serve Men. Then he acted on it!
I feel like I’m once again elevating with my dear Michael after reading his latest letter!
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
When I first met Michael, I knew instantly that he was a good faggot. How? Because he fearlessly pursued the fundamentals and made service a priority. This isn’t difficult. It simply requires courage and focus and humility. Michael has all of those qualities, and that led to his remarkable run of Alphas in his apartment complex.
Since then, I’ve come to know much more about Michael, and I can confidently state that he might be one of the greatest living non-porn faggots in the world. Since the apartment building assignment, Michael’s pure dedication to service has led to increasingly-incredible opportunities that make my mouth water. It has been one of the great privileges of my time with this site that I’ve been blessed to carry his experiences and encouragement.
With that said, Michael’s latest update is a real stunner; I’m so glad I kept pestering him to update me on his situation. I had to read it twice to digest it fully. Just read:
sam, Thanks for asking. i am super happy and super fulfilled in service to my teen Alpha god, Theo.
you and i have had this conversation before, but i never cease to be astounded by how naturally and instinctively an Alpha finds His Alphaness and imposes it on His willing faggot servant. Theo’s need to unload is virtually perpetual — way in excess of the average 18-year-old male (at least in my experience). i am expected to be there when He wakes up in the morning to take His morning load before He has the breakfast i prepare for Him and He heads off to school. i am there when He comes home from practice to take His afternoon load. Sometimes if He has a free period during the school day, He will text me and i slip out of work and head over to the high school. my boss William (more about Him later) knows that i am going over to service his son and so He is very accommodating (not to me, but to His son Theo.) And, of course i am there in the evening to take His last load before He goes to bed.
my service to Theo is pretty much a full-time job in addition to my regular full-time job. i clean His apartment above the garage every day after i give him His morning BJ and send Him off to school. i do His laundry. Detail His car before He goes off on a date and keep it filled with gas. i help Him with His class assignments and often, just do them for Him — not because He doesn’t understand the schoolwork (because He is brilliant) but rather because there are so many more enjoyable things He could do with that time — the gym, fucking girls or hanging with His buds. He understands that He can call upon me at any time to run even the most trivial errands just because He can, and just because He knows that i am thrilled to do things for Him.
And as always, i am blown away by the supreme confidence that Alpha males have. you will recall that Theo had inquired of my service to His father, William, and i told Him that that service did not include sexual service. Well, one evening I am nourishing myself on Theo’s cock when His dad walks in. Theo doesn’t miss a beat. “Dad, the faggot tells me that it’s never given you a blow job. You don’t know what you’re missing.” William just stands there watching while Theo has a massive orgasm and deposits so much cum in my mouth (His fourth load of the day) that i cannot swallow it all, and a good amount dribbles out of the corner of my mouth. “Take care of my dad,” Theo orders. i go over, look up at William with pleading eyes and ask, “may i Sir?” He nods and i unzip Him, take out an impressive cock and go to work. i am thrilled to say that William is not just pleased, but overwhelmed. i get to suck William off from time to time now. Never at work, but often after i have blown Theo, He will direct me to go over to the big house and take care of His dad.
Now here’s the problem. Theo will be going off to college in the Fall. The acceptances come in next week, but all the schools He’s applied to are out of town. If i am to continue my service to Him i will have to relocate. William is trying to set something up for me to be “assigned” to the office of a client or of a friend of His so that i can continue in my service to Theo. It depends on where Theo ends up going to college. Stay tuned.
regards, michael
Frankly, this is such a remarkable experience that I barely knew where to begin. First of all, this is yet another example of a straight Alpha father and straight Alpha son sharing a faggot together. I’ve covered enough of these true stories (from different cultures, too!) that this must be a rite of passage for Alphas. The empirical evidence clearly supports this.
Then I wonder in amazement at Michael’s workload and tirelessness in service. He literally must not have time to breathe these days with these expectant Alphas running him ragged. Priests in a monastery don’t dedicate themselves to this degree. It’s jaw-dropping.
But then that last part about being moved by his boss Alpha William so that Michael can continue to service his son at college … WOW! That’s mind-blowing. What a privilege to be so valued by two Alpha gods that they move heaven and earth so you can keep worshiping them!
I remember when I first began writing down the principles I lived by in my service to Alphas, and I felt alone and exasperated by the failure of my fag brothers to take this seriously. It was like they didn’t believe the possibilities of fulfillment if they would just dedicate themselves to it.
And then my beautiful brother Michael seemingly dropped out of the sky and perfectly embodied everything I had been preaching all along. And look at how happy and fulfilled he is! You can be just like him!
I am so very grateful to my brother for his honesty and his example. I love the inspiration (and, frankly, competition) Michael gives me. Thank you, my dear friend!
This thread follows the extraordinary story of Michael, a brave faggot who lives in an apartment building full of Alphas and began servicing many of them after he made himself available. CLICK HERE for all of the posts in this thread in chronological order!
There aren’t enough superlatives to describe my incredible brother Michael. I don’t know if I’ve ever known another faggot with his kind of passion and reverence for the commission of faghood, and then applies a furious work ethic to fulfilling it. Honestly, I am almost ashamed of my output in the last five years in comparison.
Despite my embarrassment, I have been invigorated and inspired by Michael’s ongoing example. In particular, these recent developments with Master Theo, the son of Michael’s co-worker Alpha Master William, have really wowed me. Not only does Michael’s service create logistical complications, but it also forces Michael to tiptoe through the minefield of a father/son relationship as well. Not easy!
Master Theo ‘s new and increasing hunger for constant fag service is making the situation even more difficult. Read Michael’s latest update:
Sam, i have to say that Theo got His Alpha on really quickly and with ease. (No surprise here. As you know, Sam, an Alpha is an Alpha.) He just drops His clothes wherever when He comes home from school or practice or the gym, or on a date. When i come in the morning for His morning blow job, His room looks like a scene of devastation. After His shower, He just drops the towels wherever, knowing that i am there to pick up after Him. And of course, when He comes home from school or practice. His room above the garage is immaculate, His clothes are washed, ironed and put away. He still texts me three or four times a day to take care of His (apparently) always full balls. He is a virtual cum-producing machine — and what sweet cum it is.
He asked me if i suck His father’s dick and i said i did not. (i didn’t mention that i would suck William’s dick in a heartbeat if He wanted me to.) “Well, what do you do for my dad?” i explained: i bring His coffee, attend to His routine correspondence, clean His desk every day, polish His shoes, wash His car while it is in the garage. Theo was interested in the last. “You wash my dad’s car, faggot?” “Yes Sir, a man like Him should be driving around in a great looking car.” “Then why aren’t you washing mine, bitch?” Theo drives a little Porsche Boxter that William gave Him for His 16th birthday. Well, i am embarrassed to say that i never thought of it, Sam; of course i should have been washing Theo’s car. Like His dad, He deserves to be driving around on sparkling clean wheels. The problem is that Theo drives His car to school, to soccer practice, to the gym, on dates or when He’s hanging out with the guys. The only time i have to attend to Theo’s car is when He finally comes home for the night and has texted me to come over for His go-to-sleep bj (when He hasn’t brought some totally lucky girl or woman home with Him). So some nights, i am at work on Theo’s car at 2:00 in the morning or later. But, of course, as you know Sam, it is worth it — just to know that my Alpha is driving to school every day in a pristine, shiny set of awesome wheels.
Sorry for the couple of days delay in reporting in, but between Theo and His dad, and the two college jocks living in my apartment, i am kinda busy.
I laughed when I got to the part where Michael admits to embarrassment for not thinking to clean Master Theo’s car. I mean, I get it, but how much more can a faggot actually do???
As it turns out, quite a bit! I find it jaw-dropping to imagine Michael out at a car wash station polishing Master Theo’s car at 2am! How many faggots out there are willing to go to these lengths to please (essentially) four Masters at the same time?!?
But it’s this kind of selfless devotion that makes Michael such a superb faggot!
