When I first met Master @AlphaAesthetic8, I saw unlimited potential in that wiry, confident straight Alpha who wanted nothing more than money from the weak fåggots who were worshiping him then.
Then he disappeared.
I constantly DM’d him, begging him to return. My heart cried out for this obviously intelligent and honest young King. I couldn’t believe an Alpha so obviously made for this would walk away.
Then he returned like a glorious phoenix, with a renewed vision that very much aligned with what I originally saw in him. I’ve been blessed to interview him multiple times. I’ve been blessed to promote him constantly.
But most of all, I’ve been blessed to know him at all. He has been an incomparable example in this scene, a life-changing Master to my fåggot brothers who have laid down their lives to make him a multimillionaire today!
Happy Birthday, my glorious Master AA8! Thank you for being our greatest King!
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 last I heard from my faggot brother Fabien was last Thursday after Master Anthony had enjoyed his 22nd birthday with his faggot and was heading out that night to celebrate with his Alpha Pack.
Now, I know Alphas about as well as I know faggots; this comes when you’ve served them and been owned by them as many times as I have. And I warned Fabien: BE READY FOR THEIR RETURN. I knew Master Anthony wasn’t going to miss a chance to show off his power over his faggot with his larger group of friends.
And sure enough, I was right again.
This is a pretty jaw-dropping installment from Fabien, so I’ll minimize interruptions:
Anyway, as you know, Anthony’s Pack was back to his home (I feel more and more like I’m living in his place rather than the reverse! ^^). But there were some surprises: Anthony arrived with Henri, five other friends (including two I didn’t know) but also a gorgeous young girl and another boy their age, named Clément, who happened to be… another faggot!
When they arrived, they were loudly chatting and they hardly paid any attention to me, except to give me their coats. But Anthony, who was speaking with the girl, snapped in my direction and said to the shy boy: “Clément, go with Fabien here to the kitchen, he’ll explain you your duties:”.
So I met the boy Clément in the kitchen. “Are you Anthony’s roommate” he asked me. “More like his live-in servant”, I answered. Then, he explained to me. Clément is a shy classmate of Anthony and Henri’s gang who often tried to befriend them. Some days ago, Anthony had him lick his boots. Henri and him had a good laugh and Anthony told his best bro “I’ve already have a better one, you can get this one!”. So now, Clément is considered to be Henri’s slave boy!
(Also, it means that either Anthony already has another college fag I don’t know of, or I am the “better one”! Either one, it makes my day!)
Anyway, to sum up, Clément and I served the Pack all evening, bringing them drinks and food, while they laughed and chatted loudly over background music, sometimes danced and played video games. I had secretly baked a chocolate cake for Anthony, and Clément and I lit the 22 candles in the kitchen. When I brought it into the living room, all his friends started singing “Happy Birthday” and clapping!
Clément and I were also used and humiliated during the evening. When I served a drink to Anthony, who was talking with the pretty girl sitting on his lap, he said to her, pointing at me, “You see the grown-up guy who lives here with me? He’s my stooge. He idolizes me so much that he does anything I tell him to do.” She was very intrigued and interested. “Look!” he said, snapping his fingers at his boot.
I knew what I had to do. And I was delighted to show this young girl all Anthony’s power, to make her understand how lucky she was to be in his lap. I licked the sole and all of Anthony’s boot very carefully, to the admiring cheers and chuckles of the girl and the Alpha Bros. Afterwards, with Anthony’s approval, I had to lick several shoes and bare feet. My tongue was tired by the end!
Later that evening, I was on my knees in front of them, trying to catch with my mouth any food they threw at me, laughing. I also had to bark and perform like a dog for their entertainment. The boy Clément, meanwhile, was used as a footrest for long moments by several of them, and had to deal with socks in his mouth and spit in his face.
How can I explain what I felt like, as an accomplished, respectable thirty-something, humiliated and mocked by these young college student bros laughing together? I felt perfectly in my place. It seemed so natural to me, as a lesser boy, to debase myself for the pleasure of these young, better men.
Late in the evening, Anthony got up with the beautiful girl who was glued to him and said to his brothers “Fellas, I’ve got more festivities ahead of me!” and they both went to his room while the others raised their glasses or bottles of beer to his health and jokingly wished him a happy birthday. Afterwards, we could clearly hear the girl’s exclamations of delight coming from the bedroom, provoking admiring and appreciative laughs from the alphas.
“Anthony, that lucky bastard!” one of them said with obvious admiration, “always gets the prettiest ones!” “Yeah” laughed another “no wonder he’s the boss!” I felt such a burst of pride!
One of them called out to me: “All of this makes me horny. Hey, bitch, I hear you give blow jobs? Come over here”. I was about to comply, but Henri intervened: “No, Anthony isn’t here and didn’t allow it. You can have mine, though” and he turned to Clément, who was then groveling in the back of the room “You little shit! Come over here to have a taste of our dicks!” Clément had to suck several cocks, while I was massaging Henri’s feet.
When they went to bed (Henri and two others in the guest room, three others on the sofa bed), Clément and I were sent to the kitchen. Since the first party, with Anthony’s agreement, I’ve bought a futon to sleep on. I wanted to lend it to Clément, but Henri stopped by and forbade it, requiring Clément to sleep directly on the floor. I said I didn’t mind letting him sleep on it, but Henri curtly replied, “I don’t care what you mind or not. I decide to educate my slave boy and to learn to sleep in his place!” So Clément had to accommodate himself to the kitchen floor.
I tried to comfort him as much as I could. “Don’t worry! You’re going to love serving superior men. Sometimes, it may be hard and exhausting, but it’s really worth it! I wish I knew that when I was your age. Always be thankful and obedient and attentive, always put his well-being first. And I promise you, it will be very fulfilling!” I saw him give a shy little smile and murmur “they actually are super awesome!” and I was relieved.
The next day, I was the first person in the apartment to wake up. I wondered if Anthony would want me to come and bring him breakfast in his room while he was with his lover, but I felt it was better to take the risk of making a mistake by bringing something to him than by failing to do so. I put a hearty breakfast for him and his girl on a tray, and added a flower from a vase in a small glass vial, for the lady.
I set the tray down beside his bed as they both slept, her head resting on his chest. Anthony slowly opened his eyes at this moment, glanced at the breakfast and gave me a thumbs-up, then a hand signal to clear off. I was so relieved I did right!
Back in the kitchen, I kindly woke up Clément and suggested that he brings Henri and his two friends breakfast in the guest room. His new master would surely be pleased. He did so and only came out later, looking delighted, with a little cum still on his face. As for the others three in the living room, I knew they were only entitled to leftover breakfast, in accordance with the hierarchy between Alphas, but I always take care to make generous portions so that they get respectable shares.
Anthony and his bros left in the late morning that day. My master informed me that he wouldn’t be coming back to the flat before they left for the weekend, and said I’d see him on Monday, while reminding me with a hand gesture to clean and tidy the apartment before he comes back.
Clément kindly stayed with me a little longer to help me start cleaning. Before he left, I did my best again to help him. “I may be older than you, but you and I are the same, inferior boys born to serve and obey incredible men like Anthony, Henri and their bros. So we’ve got to stick together brotherly! If you need anything, don’t hesitate to contact me, little brother!” I wish to be as helpful to him as I know you would be, Sam!
What a stunning display of natural Hierarchy, both Alpha and faggot! I wasn’t there, and yet I feel almost as giddy as little Fabien!
First of all, let me sing Fabien’s praises. Keep in mind that this is Fabien’s FIRST TIME serving an Alpha, and he’s exquisitely perfect right out of the box! Whenever anyone asks if faggots are born that way, just point to Fabien. He was BORN for this role, and it’s one he accepts with responsibility and joy.
For instance, notice how Fabien had no jealousy over his Master Anthony’s female, or the other faggot the Pack brought to the apartment! Not only did he not have any jealousy, but he also began helping Clement – mentoring him – to be the best faggot possible and making things as comfortable for his faggot brother as he could under pressure! I haven’t seen this level of selfless faggot cooperation since the legendary faggots of Masters Jin, Nick, and Matt in Toronto, Canada! It’s beautiful beyond belief! Any Alpha on the planet would want to own and cherish faggots like Fabien and Clement!
And from the Alphas we see typical Pack behavior, with each one teaching the next how to own and use the available faggots. I love that Master Anthony (the God Alpha of the Pack) taught Master Henri about faggot ownership and “gifted” him a faggot of his own. This is not over. The other Alphas in the Pack will soon be getting faggots of their own as well, just watch!
When Master Anthony returns home to his loyal faggot, he is going to give him a return to remember. I have no doubt that Master Anthony is beaming with pride over the way his faggot served him. If he feels even half of what I feel for Fabien’s performance, he’s going to breed Fabien until cum is seeping from his tearducts!
Ultimately, I’m left speechless and moved almost to tears by Fabien’s closing words:
It’s been over two days since Anthony left and I can hardly think of anything else but him. I feel so much loyalty and admiration for him; how can a young man be so perfect? I am obsessed with making him happy, I really want him to enjoy his life as much as he can. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do just to please him. I can’t wait to see him again tomorrow!
That’s how complete and devoted service to a worthy Alpha should leave a faggot – spent, but eager to be spent again. We are renewed by being used by our Owners!
I love you, sweet Fabien! May you always be so inspired!
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!
For an Alpha, a birthday is never a sign of getting older, only a sign of getting BETTER. As they age, their power increases, their confidence increases, and their Kingdom increases. Of course, that increase is directly tied to how much they embrace their Alphahood and their place in Hierarchy.
For Master Anthony, turning 22 years old today means he’s still just at the start of his reign. But how glorious he already is! Most significantly, in the last year Master Anthony has formally enslaved his first faggot, my dear Fabien. Why is it significant? Well, Master Anthony has broken out of the mold the world wants to put him in, one that constrains his power. He now understands that owning and using a faggot (a) doesn’t make him suddenly gay, and (b) makes him vastly more powerful than his Alpha peers.
That’s a lot of growth in one year, wouldn’t you say?
Needless to say, Master Anthony and his Alpha Pack intend to party it up for his 22nd birthday. But Master Anthony’s faggot Fabien has some other ideas …
Today is Anthony’s 22nd birthday! I know he plans to go for a festive birthday weekend with his bros tomorrow evening, but I wanted to mark the occasion today!
I bought him several gifts: black leather military boots, a rather expansive men’s fragrance and a luxury watch! I wrapped these presents in a single gift box and wrote him a note on a birthday card. Here is what I wrote, translated as well as I can:
Master Anthony,
You are arrogant, you are a show-off and you think you’re entitled to everything. And you know what? You’re completely right. Because you’re young, handsome, muscular, brilliant and you’re a natural leader. How can you have it all? That’s how it is. You’re just better.
Thank you for coming into my life and putting me in my place, that is, at your feet. Keeping you happy and satisfied is the most fulfilling thing I’ve ever done. You knew you were entitled to my submission and you gave me no choice. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Here are some gifts for you. I fervently hope they please you. If not, please punish me hard, and I’ll do better. I wish you a very, very Happy Birthday!
Your grateful slave, Fabien
This morning, after I’d served him breakfast in bed and worshipped his cock, I went to discreetly take out my present to wait for him to take a shower. When he came out of his room, he was in his boxers. Like he often does, he stopped in front of the mirror, flexing and stretching, and ordered me to come massage his back. I once again put my hands on his toned shoulders and massaged his muscular back with my thumbs as I know he likes, making him close his eyes and moan in delight. While doing it, I was looking at him in the mirror, gawking at his abs, his pecs, his biceps, his face… Shaking my head, I murmured, almost unconsciously: “You’re just so gorgeous.” Opening his eyes and smiling smugly, he said “Yeah, I really am. Nice job!”. “Thank you for the honor”, I answered.
While he was in the shower, I put the gift box and birthday card in his room and prepared his clothes for the day. When he came out of the bathroom, I kissed his feet and said, “Maybe you’ll find a surprise in your room, Master.” “What are you up to, boy?” he said with a smile.
I waited in the living room with so much anxiety! I was hoping so hard that he would appreciate my card and my gifts! I was afraid I’d done something wrong, wondering if the word on the card was too “ bold ” and inappropriate… But when he came out, fully dressed, he was beaming, obviously delighted! “The gifts are great! Nice job, minion! And the birthday card was fun. Getting sentimental, huh? Kidding, that was cool!”
Looking down, he laughed and said “Admit it, you wanted new boots to lick, didn’t you? Come on and do your job, slave! Your tongue’s gonna meet these beauties a lot!”
I eagerly rushed over to lick his new boots for the first time. While I was on the second one, he felt like crushing my head against the floor. “How do you feel here under my boot, slave?” he laughed. “Where I belong, Sir! I’m in heaven!” I replied. “I’m sure you are!”
When I stood up, he said, “You haven’t done anything wrong for a long time, I don’t get many occasions to put your head under my boot!” I replied, “If you feel like doing it, you don’t need any justification to do what you want to do, Sir! You’re the boss!” “That’s right,” he said, patting my cheek.
Before leaving, he told me he was going to receive some of his bros here tonight for a first party, before their weekend. Looks like I’m going to serve the Alpha Pack again!
Dear brother Sam, I don’t want to over-interpret nor overstep beyond my place, but I do believe there’s a form of complicity between us. I know I am not his friend and will never be, for only his Alpha Bros are worthy of his friendship, but I feel like we share a special bond, even if that’s hard to explain. Do you think I’m delusional? Anyway, I’m so, so happy!
I’m really proud of my brother Fabien for how deeply he has submitted to Master Anthony! Straight Alphas can be more difficult to serve, because they tend to push harder on our limitations. Ultimately this is for our betterment, of course, but working through that is the tough part.
But Fabien is a natural. The boot test was interesting and a little surprising, but Fabien didn’t flinch and responded to it beautifully. You can hear the deep satisfaction in the words of Master Anthony. He clearly loves owning Fabien.
Right now I imagine Fabien is being used by Master Anthony’s Alpha Pack somewhere in France, and I hope it’s going well. I have no doubt I’ll be hearing a breathless update from my little French brother before long!
