The following post is part of a thread chronicling the experiences of a French faggot named Fabien who has been claimed by his straight God Alpha friend Anthony. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When I created the “faggot hierarchy” model (CLICK HERE), I named the top class of fag “mentor faggot” with several fags in mind because this site has attracted a truly inspirational group of young mentor faggots. These are fags who teach their brothers, move their brothers to action, and correct them when they’re wrong.
Chief among these mentor faggots is little Fabien, my sweet baby brother from France. Fabien helped straight Master Anthony discover the world of faggot worship and ownership. And, as Master Anthony’s Alpha Pack began to take faggots of their own, Fabien was able to shepherd these new fags and teach them how to properly serve. What he has done with all of the straight Alphas and eager faggots surrounding Master Anthony has been nothing short of extraordinary.
Fabien shared a recent mentorship experience with me. I thought it was beautiful, so I’m sharing it with you:
My dear big brother,
I know you rather like my tories involving my mentoring of the Alpha Pack’s other faggots, so maybe you’ll find this one interesting even if it covers something we have already explored before: how to deal with the Alpha Men’s moodiness.
You see, my baby brother ClĂ©ment, the young slave of my Master’s best bro, Henri, has reached me lately by mail to ask for my advice. The sweet boy noticed that his Owner had been in a sour mood lately and was often more aggressive and impatient with him.
Little Clément is worried that Henri is going through a rough patch and asked me what he could do to help him. Of course, I replied to his email right away. Below is a translation of my reply.
“Dearest Clem,
Thank you very much for reaching me! I’m touched you ask my advice to help your Master. You know I care a lot about you and I care a lot about Henri, my Master’s best friend. I’ll try to give you some guidance based on my experience and the advice and lessons I’ve learned myself.
Dealing with our Mastersâ emotional turmoil and inner wounds is always complicated. Alphas are in control of their emotions, they force themselves to stay strong no matter what and they avoid showing vulnerability at all costs, except in very rare circumstances and when they feel completely at ease. But they carry burdens we cannot imagine: as superior beings, they bear the weight of many expectations. Girls, families, teachers or colleagues, and their alpha peers and competitors… Their worries can stem from many things.
At times like these, a slave boy’s loyalty is invaluable. The greatest support you can give him is, of course, your unwavering devotion. Keep obeing and serving and worshipping him no matter what and it will help him greatly. I know it can sometimes be hard to deal with his harshness and feel like your service no longer pleases him. But donât forget: as long as he keeps you by his side, gives you orders, and expects your servility, it means heâs still counting on you. Donât let him down. Endure it, for his sake. Donât forget: he comes first. It’s all about him, not you.
Now, if you want to encourage him to talk to you about his worries (which can do him a world of good!), you need to approach the situation with great tact. Above all, he must not feel belittled in front of you.
The best thing to do is to wait for a quiet moment, when heâs relaxing on the couch, for example. Crawl over to him and kiss his feet. Speak to him while keeping your face close to his feet. Remind him how superior he is, how much you crave to serve him, and tell him that if he wants to share his problems with you, he can do so knowing that you will listen to him with respect and adoration. Then, just keep worshipping him and do not push him, let him decide what he wants to do.
If you do things this way, I’m sure he’ll start opening up to you sooner or later. When he does, don’t forget to reassure him and praise him! You can give him your thoughts if he asks for them, but more importantly, remind him that no matter what, he’s a Superior Man and entitled to the best of life! Remind him that you’re here for him, always.
Love you, Clem! Be sure to keep me posted!
Your brother,
Fabien”
Clément thanked me profusely and committed to follow my lead. I feel so good knowing that I am helping my faggot brothers and, more importantly, improving the lives of some Alphas by doing so!
Isn’t that lovely? It’s the perfect advice, tender yet full of useful tips! But that’s Fabien’s nature at work. His joy and wisdom are infectious, and his daily hard work is the finest example to all of his fag brothers!
Well a bit later Fabien followed up with me to report how Clément was doing in following his advice:
My very dear sam,
Just a quick note to let you know that ClĂ©ment sent me a very sweet message to inform me that things got better with his Master Henri. He had the opportunity to follow my advice to the letter and did it! ClĂ©ment quietly worshipped Henri’s feet while the young Man was moody alone on his bed. Then he praised him like the Superior Alpha he is and reminded him that he was there for him, no matter what, even if only to listen to his troubles. Henri told him to come closer, stroked his hair and told him he was a good boy and that he liked him, even if he didnât say so very often.Â
I can tell you that Clément is overwhelmed with emotion and sheer bliss! I am so happy for my baby brother that he can experience the indescribable blessing of being approved by his beloved Master!
My dear sam, do you think my last mails about all this could be used for a publication on your wonderful website? I’m sure it could help and comfort a lot of faggots and benefit to their Masters!
Lots of love!
fab the fag
Isn’t that great? I’m so proud of ClĂ©ment for not giving up or falling into a depression himself over Henri’s moodiness! As faggots, our own emotional states are tied closely to that of our Owners! However, we must be the ones to anticipate their needs and serve through those dark moments all Alphas have!
When I was their age, I often misread my Master’s moods or took them personally. I often had to redirect my own thinking in order to maintain my focus on my Master’s needs. After all, there was no Hierarchy University out there to guide me!
I think ClĂ©ment’s experience shows how little it takes from an Alpha to make us feel overwhelmed with joy. Henri barely had to do anything except stroke ClĂ©ment’s hair and tell him “good boy” in order to send ClĂ©ment into spasms of happiness!
Faggots are truly human versions of Labrador retrievers! All we want is to be at our Master’s feet and make him happy all day long!
Fabien did such a glorious job gently training Clément, and the rewards are boundless. Notice how Fabien selflessly rejoices with Clément! We are truly a brotherhood when we support each other this way!
I’m practically exploding with pride over Fabien! He’s a light in my heart, absolute living proof of hierarchical truth, and a dear, dear brother. Fabien glorifies Master Anthony with every thought, word, and deed!
I can only imagine Master Anthony’s pride! He owns one of the greatest mentor faggots on Earth, which is fitting given that he is one of the greatest God Alphas on Earth!
Thank you, Fabien! I love you!
sam the faggot
Yesterday I found myself in an unexpectedly-wonderful DM conversation with an intelligent young King named “Master V” (@damnbros51), a college Alpha who owns his faggot cousin. During this conversation the subject of faggot foot worship came up, and Master V told me he wanted my to write an essay about my own deep love and need to worship the feet of our greatest Men.
This is like a dog owner asking a Labrador retriever if it wants to jump in a lake.
I should’ve known I was a faggot from the age of 10 when I had a crush on an adorable playground leader named George Collins. I remember being fascinated by George’s big feet in his Buster Brown’s. I had vague yearnings to want to touch them, but playtime with him was distracting enough to prevent any such experimentation.
Then in freshman year of high school there was this sexy pre-Alpha named Bob that I crushed on for a couple of years. To be honest, I was more fascinated by Bob’s divine ass and bulge perfectly defined by the gray corduroy jeans than Bob’s feet, but I had this odd desire to kiss his feet in the hallway while he was joking with other football players.
Then came Roger.
I met Roger when I got a job at a shitty Italian restaurant. Roger was my age, but from another high school. It took about 2.3 seconds after I met Roger to completely fall in love with him; he was the most stunning Alpha I’d ever met. A golden tan blessed his slender, muscular frame and delectable six-pack abs. Roger had a face that was a combination of Richard Gere and Morten Harket of the band a-ha. Then Roger spoke to me, and his confidence and brash sexuality completely submitted me.
Roger saw my submissiveness instantly. We became close friends immediately, and Roger definitely defined our days together. I spent a lot of time hanging out alone with Roger at his single mother’s house, where our opposing roles came into sharp relief.
His eventual claiming of me started with his feet. Roger didn’t have huge feet, but they were beautiful to me anyway. They were the feet of an athlete, “muscular” in a way that average feet are not (if you understand what I mean). I naturally took a place at his feet when we were together, and it clearly made a subconscious impression on him. He would put his feet on my face and rub them into my nose, which I loved. He would clip his toenails, and when he wasn’t looking I would steal some of the clippings and eat them. Occasionally Roger would spray a deodorant on his feet, claiming he didn’t want his feet to stink. To that, I replied that his feet never stunk and I would grab his shoes and take a deep huff. Whenever I did that, he would give me a disgusted look and mutter, “nasty faggot!”
That was the first time an Alpha specifically called me a “faggot”, and the cold electric shock of that word was intoxicating.
After Roger became my first Owner when he forced me to become his cocksucker, I would sometimes follow my instinct and kiss his feet to induce him to feed me his cock. It was then that I discovered the link between foot worship and Alpha dominance/aggression. I took lessons in pedicure techniques and foot massage to learn how to improve, because I knew foot worship was a link that I would continue to exploit throughout my fag career.
Two of my greatest straight Masters helped me to perfect my foot worshiping technique. First was Master Aaron. He was probably the most perfect physical specimen I’d ever seen; absolutely jacked, tanned body, with the world’s greatest ass (my apologies to Chris Evans) and thighs/calves as thick and sturdy as tree trunks. Master Aaron, also had a huge heart, and I think he decided to own me in part because he saw me as a lost, wild faggot who needed an Alpha’s guidance.
I spoiled Master Aaron constantly. One of his favorite things was ordering me to draw him a nice hot bath where he would soak in scented oil water while I served him drinks. After his bath, I would specifically soak his feet and then give him a full pedicure while he relaxed on the couch. After the pedicures, I would deeply massage his muscular feet with oil and moisturizers, tenderly kissing them and praising his perfection.
As you might imagine, those sessions always ended up with me swallowing his loads.
A few years later I was owned my Master Chris. He was another physically-perfect Alpha with HUGE hands and HUGE feet to match his HUGE dick. Master Chris looked a lot like a young Jake Gyllenhaal (this was often remarked upon by his female admirers … and me), with the same square jaw and big, expressive eyes.
I fell hard for Master Chris. I consider the times I spent worshiping his feet to be among the most memorable of my life. Master Chris loved my adoration of his hands and feet, and I spent long sessions just kissing them and smelling them. When he said “good faggot” to me during these times, I felt more complete than at any time up to that point.
How can I even begin to describe the wonders of Master Chris’s feet? They were size 13, and wide. They had long toes, but not long in a creepy way like some. Master Chris could easily pick things up with them, and he gave more more than a few bruises by pinching me with them. I imprinted on his feet completely, from the sweet smell to every powerfully-constructed curve. One time Master Chris told me to try and trim his nails with my teeth, but they were too tough to bite through (I didn’t want to ruin them, either). I can still feel the weight of them between my hands! Even after so many years, I know every detail on his incredible feet!
So what is it about Alpha feet that motivates faggots to worship them so intensely?
The primary motivator for faggots is the humiliation factor. Fags live off of humiliation. It induces subspace in us, and that subspace feels like a warm, cozy blanket. Women probably know the feeling, although they’re generally not in-touch with the concept of subspace. But we faggots definitely do!
So it’s only natural that faggots are drawn to foot worship. For whatever reason, feet are considered disgusting. That’s primarily why kissing feet is considered an ultimate act of submission. Foot kissing is a universally-recognized act of honor, respect, and submission in the presence of royalty, for example. Teen Alphas often make faggots and other inferior males kiss their feet without knowing anything about hierarchy (see: Master Lucas).
For me, it goes beyond the feeling of subspace, though. When offering obeisance to an Alpha through foot worship, I feel almost forgiven. In fact, I approach this extraordinary privilege of touching an Alpha’s feet and worshiping them the way a penitent person approaches a superior for forgiveness.
It is such an honor to be allowed to touch an Alpha’s feett, let alone kiss and massage them! After all, those feet are powerful enough to carry the weight of an extraordinary Man. Beneath those feet are the remains of the lands he’s conquered and the enemies he’s vanquished. They are the foundation of his rulership! Faggots should be grateful to kiss the dirt upon which those feet have trod, let alone worship them directly!
As a faggot who has spent most of my fag career worshiping Alpha feet, I can say that few acts more fully define the Alpha/fag dynamic. It’s largely a non-sexual act in and of itself, yet it stirs great passion in most Alphas. It gives Alphas power, and reaffirms their rightful place above all other males.
So what I’m saying, in essence, is that worshiping an Alpha’s feet is a holy sacrament, a godly duty. I take it very seriously, and in order to get the most out of our commission as faggots, I recommend that all faggots approach that privilege the same way!
I realized that translations of my first book, âMay I Serve You, Sir?â were not available on the siteâs bookstore!
So I fixed that!
The book is once again available in Spanish, French, German, and Dutch!
I really need translations of âAre You A Faggot?â as well! Maybe I should use AI?
Let me know!
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Hey Sam — have you had any contact with Alpha Dally?  he’s on twitter as : @alpha_dal  Only 18 and looks/seems incredible. Any info about him?
I haven’t had much conversation with him. He doesn’t seem very talkative, which isn’t surprising for a young straight Alpha who’s likely unaccustomed to so much faggot attention. I’d like to be able to publish something about him, because he is quite spectacular to look at!
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