Service As A Prayer Of Thanks

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.