Claimed By A Black God Alpha
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a faggot named Liam to a younger black co-worker named Master Thabo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
I get a lot of questions (mainly from faggots) about how to serve Alphas they know from their workplace. It’s only natural given how much time we all spend at work and the nature of the workplace as a largely Alpha environment. Of course, approaching a workplace Alpha for service is tougher today given the stricter rules surrounding workplace harassment.
But sometimes good fortune smiles on a faggot with a pure desire to be of service.
Recently I was privileged to meet a faggot named Liam, and he told me the extraordinary story of how he came to be owned by a younger black Alpha named Thabo. The ending will really surprise you!
I am now 41 so probably deemed an older fag, and I didn’t fully start to acknowledge my status until I came across the old website about 8 years ago.
Before then I had a couple of failed female relationships, and managed to father a child.
However there was always something missing. Growing up I had interactions with other boys but had always put it down to teenage hormones.
Anyway 8 years ago I started to explore the notion of being an Alpha. It was around that time I had just broken up with the mother of my child, I was living alone, and the more I read the more I recognised myself in the stories of Alphas/Faggots.
I was a bit drunk one evening (And I have to say a bit depressed about my current situation). I went onto Grindr and started looking around me. Initially I wasn’t sure I wanted to meet, but I wanted to see what was out there – one profile attracted my attention. It was a black guy – no face pics, but he was advertising that he was looking for a faggot cocksucker. The word faggot was what struck me the most.
After an hour or two of deliberation, I plucked up the courage to say a simple hello.
What followed was a solid 5 hours of exchanging messages. I asked him about the use of that word, and explained about the hierarchy I was discovering. He recognised it too, and had also seen the FWA website. Slowly but surely he started to show the Alpha he was – coaxing me into submitting to him. That evening, even though we didn’t meet, he coaxed me to serve him – sending pictures of myself. We even exchanged phone numbers and he had me on a video call humiliating myself. I never saw his face, just his torso.
Roll on the next day and I couldn’t get him out of my head, but I still didn’t know his name, or what he looked like. I messaged him a good morning but didn’t get a response. Hours passed and nothing. Figuring it was a one hit encounter I focussed on my work – I am a junior manager at the firm I work for.
Throughout the work day I walked down to the warehouse, and started to notice the people down there – mostly black people.
I carried out what I needed to do and returned to my office, when I realised I had a whatsapp message. It was him – commenting on how I looked very different in my work suit compared to my birthday suit.
By this point reality hit in- He worked for the same firm as me. I was panicking, and pleaded with him to be discreet. He replied laughing and said don’t worry – the secret is safe for now, as long as I was a good boy. He then said for me to meet him in a rarely used bathroom next to the warehouse at 4pm. He wanted to find me standing facing the wall, hands on my head. I still didn’t know who he was!
The next two hours were a form of torture – 4pm never seemed so far away, but eventually it came, and I nervously walked down. I passed various colleagues who exchanged pleasantries, offered to go for a post work drink, and so on, and all I could think about was what was coming.
I found the bathroom, and entered, nervously. I adopted the position and waited. My mouth dry, legs slightly shaking until after 10 minutes the door opened. And then he was there, behind me. I fought every instinct to turn around, as he reached round me, undid my belt and slid down my pants and underwear. He told me to kick off my shoes and socks and step out of my pants. He then picked up my boxers, placed them over my head and told me to turn round and kneel.
I sucked him off – there and then, still unable to see him until he eventually came in my mouth.
He then pushed a sock into my mouth and pulled the boxers off my head.
For the first time I saw who he was – he worked in the warehouse and was at least 3 levels of seniority below me, yet somehow he wasn’t. He was an Alpha. He held the sock in my mouth and started to speak, explaining how he now owned me, and I was going to do everything he said, otherwise my pictures were being shared to everyone in the office.
That was my first interaction with him, and I knew from then on I was his. Of course there was some reluctance on my part – I had never been a faggot before, but he trained me. He has shown incredible amounts of patience, molding me into what he wanted.
During Covid he moved in with me, (During a period lockdowns were relaxed). Then another lockdown hit and we had a lot of time together, where he could really cement my training. He controlled everything – my phone, my clothing, even my money (He has never asked me for money, but he does control what I can spend it on). More and more I got used to being kept naked, caged and controlled. He started showing me off to his black friends when they were on zoom calls together, and damn that was humiliating.
He still lives with me, and we have progressed that now I am always kept naked at home. Everyone connected to me personally knows my status. He shares me with his alpha friends, both sexually and domestically.
We are planning to get married soon, but the service will be around me declaring my servitude to him.
I think I have covered most of our Journey, I am sure there are parts that people will want more detail on though, so happy to expand where people want it.
Fag Liam
Can you believe how well that worked out??
First of all, I’m really humbled and surprised that both Liam and Master Thabo were readers of FagsWorshipAlphas.com, the site that led into this one. That site and this one (as well as the podcast) have had more reach and influence than I ever anticipated when I started it ten years ago! While I’m sure Master Thabo needed little help from me to embrace his truth, it’s nice that my work helped Liam accept his faghood and finally take the steps needed to find fulfillment!
That bathroom encounter was a bold first move, but anybody who knows anything about black Alphas knows they fear very little. They have the dick and the power to make any opposers stand down and/or submit. But the more significant impact of his bold first move was to impress upon his new faggot Liam that he is a fearless Master who expects obedience and service wherever he might demand it.
It seems like Master Thabo has done an excellent job training Liam to be exactly that obedient slave every black Alpha deserves, including serving his Alpha Pack brothers sexually and domestically! This is a wonderful compliment Master Thabo is paying Liam, because he is proud of his faggot!
In fact, he’s so proud of his faggot that he’s planning to MARRY him! For those keeping score, this will be the FIFTH Alpha/faggot marriage to come (in part) from this site and my efforts! Name another site anywhere on the World Wide Web that can match the record of what is being accomplished here DAILY! Don’t even bother because it doesn’t exist!
I think Liam’s story should be one all aging faggots should meditate upon. Sure, Liam is just 41 years old, so it’s not like he’s ready for the old folk’s home … but he’s obviously insecure about it (mainly due to the fact that his Master is several years younger). My point is this: it’s NEVER too late to find an Alpha to serve in some way! Humble yourself and earnestly offer yourself, and Alphas will find a way to use you and incorporate you into their lives!
I thank my brother Liam for sharing his incredible story!
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