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 bravado and fearlessness of young Alphas is breathtaking. At that age they experience a constant rush of testosterone and adrenaline, and that causes them to express dominance in bold, surprising ways. Now, when they do that with other Alphas, it leads to fights. But when they express their dominance with submissive personalities, they typically get everything they want.
I have repeatedly experienced such bursts of young Alpha dominance, which is why I have had such success in advising others on how to approach the young Alphas in their lives. Alpha behavior is predictable, mainly because of the constant needs of young Alphas I mentioned above.
A week ago I received an email from a faggot from France named Fabien. He had an interesting situation rapidly developing in his personal life:
I’ve recently discover your site while I was searching something to help me think about my situation. I am reluctantly processing that I must be what you call a beta or a faggot (gasp!) but I am quite anxious about it.
A few words to introduce me. I’m from France, I’m thirty years old and an executive in a small marketing firm. I have always lived as a straight man, as I used to like and fuck girls regularly. Most of the time, in my professional and daily life, I am a rather assertive man and in positions of leadership. But also, I must confess, I have always been quite aroused by some few males who I saw as better than me, and always liked doing things for them and earn their appreciation. I never really explored that side of myself until recently.
To lighten my rent and have a bit of company, for the last six months I’ve been sharing my flat with a roommate in his early twenties, named Anthony, a student at a top university. To give you an idea: he looks A LOT like Tom Holland, including on the muscular front. Furthermore, he is very confident, cocky, smart and funny, and for what I know, loved by everyone around him. So, as you can well imagine, I am very humbled and very impressed by him. I pride myself to be a clever, rational man, but I feel like I’m turning into a fangirl for him.
Since he’s been here with me, I couldn’t help but be more and more agreeable to him, offering to cook for him, do his laundry, his share of the housework, and so on. Also, I haven’t been too insistent about asking him to pay his share of the rent. Several times in recent weeks, when he had a tedious academic homework to do, I offered to do it for him so he could enjoy himself. Each time, of course, as he’s a serious and bright student, he checked afterwards, but he was always satisfied with my work and it saved him a lot of time.
Over the last fortnight or so, when we’re both watching TV, he’s got into the habit of lying down on the sofa and resting his socked feet on my lap. Almost instinctively, without really paying attention, I’ve started rubbing them every time he does that. Last Friday, after returning from Christmas celebrations with his family, when we were in this situation again, he got up to sit facing the TV. So I stopped the massage, but he turned to me and said sternly “Hey, I didn’t tell you to stop!”. I rushed to my knees on the floor and said ‘Oh, sorry, excuse me” and started massaging his feet again. He smiled smugly and said “That’s more like it”.
I believe that, at this point, things are pretty clear, right? But I’m still nervous and unsure of what to do next. Should I go ahead and blatantly tell him that I am his bitch to use as he wants? Should I just keep going and see what he will do next? I know I sound pathetic but it’s really so new to me, I feel so confused. Can you please reassure me in any way?
Instantly I realized that this Alpha, Anthony, had already identified Fabien as a faggot. Not only that, but Anthony was also using his natural dominance to force Fabien to accept his place as a faggot so that he can take ownership of him.
Fabien was desperate to know what to do, so I advised him to really start submitting to Anthony and work up to kneeling and admitting to Anthony that he’s a faggot. I felt like I was overshooting, but Anthony felt particularly aggressive to me and I had a feeling a big confession would work with him.
But before my advice could even be implemented, Fabien wrote back with an update:
Thanks for your insight. I must admit I’m still processing things. Thinking of it arouses me and scares me at the same time.
Even today, while I’m working from home, Anthony (that’s his name, I quickly mentioned it in my mail! ^^) kept asserting his authority. This morning, he came out of the bathroom in his boxers. He stopped in front of a mirror in the shared living room and began casually stretching and flexing. I was peeking at him, mesmerized, and he suddenly said, “Hey, you know what, I could really use an upper back massage!” I impulsively went behind him, put my hands on his shoulders and massaged his back with my thumbs for a few minutes. He closed his eyes and moaned. At the end, he said, “Good job! You’re doing great, man!” and I answered “thanks” while he went in his room.
Later, at noon, as he stopped by the flat to grab a sandwich I made for him, just as he was about to leave, he pointed to his sneakers and said, “Hey, my laces are untied”. Without even thinking, I put one knee down to tie them for him. He just replied “Nice one. Have dinner ready by 8 p.m. Enjoy your afternoon, bye!” and left.
As I am writing to you, I am just realizing something: he never says “please” or “thank you”! He says what he wants, gets it from me, and expresses his satisfaction, but never says “please” or “thank you”! What’s more, I was actually the one to thank him for massaging his back!
I’m in the middle of a turmoil. I cannot deny the obvious, and yet I’m anxious as hell to take any step further. But I’ll think carefully about your advice, I promise.
So now it was apparent that something big was happening with Anthony. He wanted something from his roommate/faggot Fabien. I warned Fabien to prepare himself because Anthony was going to make a bold move of some kind.
Then it happened:
I am a coward. I did not follow your advice the other day. After dinner, I simply sat down on the ground, at Anthony’s feet, while we were watching TV. But things have gone crazy since then.
Yesterday morning, as Anthony walked around in the living room in his boxers, he pointed to a stain on the floor that I should clean. I knelt on the floor to do it, while he looked at me. And when he said “Well done”, without even thinking, instinctively, I bent down to kiss his feet! When I hesitantly looked up, he didn’t look surprised at all, but was instead grinning from ear to ear. He ran his hand through my hair and said “good boy” then went to his room. I was blushing with embarrassment.
I spent the day out, but on that evening, as I came in, he was on the couch, he told me he wanted me to drive him tomorrow for the day to buddies of his, some miles away.
I’m trying to accurately reproduce the discussion we had then. But I’m shaking furiously just thinking about it.
“So you just assume I’m going to cancel my plans to drive you there and back?”
“Yes, you are” he said with a cocky grin.
“You take me for granted, do you?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” he said with a shrug. “I’m used to get whatever I want. People are always bending over backwards to please my every whim. I’m just that great! Isn’t it why you kissed my feet this morning?”
I blushed. I was both very excited and very irritated. I replied: “And so you think you’re entitled to everything?”
“I know I am. Some men are just better. Look!”
Then, he put his foot on the corner of the coffee table. He snapped his fingers, pointing to his black leather boot, and calmly said: “Lick the bottom of my boot”.
“Why would I do this?”
“Because it pleases me.” he just said, leaning back with his hands behind his head.
I thought for a second I was going to shout at him, but I spontaneously knelt down and did what I was told. I licked the dirt off the sole of his boot. Anthony was smiling so smugly! My heart was thundering!
He straightened up and leaned towards me and said: “So, what are you doing tomorrow, boy?” I paused for a moment, and I replied: “I’m driving you wherever you want to go, Sir.” “That’s more like it. That’s a good boy” he said.
Then, I remembered your words, and I added: “Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Sir. Thank you for helping me to understand I’m born to serve a superior Man like you, Sir.”
He beamed more than ever and just said: “I knew I would eventually break you.”
And by the way: I’m writing this e-mail while waiting for him in the car while he’s having fun with his friends, ready to take them somewhere else if need be.
Anyway. I couldn’t escape my destiny. I’m a bit scared, but so be it.
BRAVO!
This is such an astounding moment, one that crystalizes the natural dynamic between a straight Alpha and a faggot who both accept their roles. Anthony is such a pure example of young Alphahood, full of cocky self-confidence. But it’s Fabien who really impressed me. Despite his own embarrassment and frustration about his submissiveness, he followed the lead of his faggot instincts and surrendered to Anthony’s power. If more faggots followed these instincts (rather than hide behind false masculinity), so many more would find purpose in more meaningful ways!
There’s more to this rapidly-developing story, but I wanted to start here with Anthony’s ascension and Fabien’s submission. It’s a near-perfect beginning!
