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.
