This post is part of a thread chronicling the rise of straight Master Anthony, the 22-year-old God Alpha who took ownership of his first faggot, Fabien. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

One of the most astonishing true stories of this new platform involves a straight Alpha named Master Anthony and his roommate/faggot Fabien. When I first met Fabien, he breathlessly told me about his hot new roommate named Anthony who looked “exactly” like SPIDERMAN star Tom Holland (hence the header image). Fabien went on and on about how Anthony was sexy, built, and confident, and also how Anthony was already assuming that Fabien would do chores for him.

It was that last part that intrigued me. It’s always a sign an Alpha wants to be served by a faggot when he starts dumping his chores off on the inferior. So when Fabien begged me to help him devise a plan to submit to Anthony, I eagerly agreed. Very quickly Fabien was able to convince Anthony to become his Master, and the rest is history.

Subsequent posts and emails from Fabien revealed the true extent of Master Anthony’s power. It was clear based on his dealings with all inferiors and well as his Alpha Pack that Master Anthony is a God Alpha of jaw-dropping control and depth.

Recently Master Anthony collared Fabien, and the collaring “ceremony” was so exciting that Master Anthony fucked Fabien (his first time) and bred him, totally cementing his Ownership of his first faggot. At that point I was desperate to communicate with this emerging God Alpha, so I reached out to him with an effusive email full of praise and congratulations.

But nothing could prepare me for the extraordinary response I’d receive from him!

Here’s what he wrote:

Such a good inferior! You sure know how to talk to your betters, right? I always like it when people know their place (far) below me in the human hierarchy!

I think you’re right: I’m built to dominate and command, and people like you and Fabien and many others are built to obey, serve and worship me. I don’t know, it seems so natural, so easy, to have inferiors around me to do my bidding! And I discovered this step by step, taking my domination to new levels.

When I was a kid, we often had fights between boys, to impress the girls or simply to be competitive. I loved it, because I always won. And also, in my little group with my four best mates (who still are today), we had already decided that I was the leader, and my bestie Henri was the under-leader. Even though I sometimes had to assert myself a bit to put my buddies in their place, it was very fun! I always ended up being obeyed and followed! And of course, with the weaker, shyer guys, it was easier! 

I remember one time I consciously realized that I liked to dominate inferiors. I was a young teenager, around twelve, I was eating a snack in a park, and seeing a group of older guys in their late teens or early twenties. One of them had spilled sauce on another’s sneakers, and the latter had ordered him to clean them up. He knelt down to lick the sneakers clean! The others giggled, but the two involved remained very serious. I thought it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, and I dreamed of reproducing it. Since then, I’ve loved having bootlickers, literally and figuratively! And what’s more: I realized that some guys actually liked to be humiliated and dominated by me and submit! And being a leader and a master don’t hurt your chances with the ladies, also!

Growing up, I noticed that people frequently lost their composure around me, flustering, stammering and shying away when I was confident and self-assured. I especially love it when people accuse me of being arrogant and entitled and finally yield to my charms, sometimes even conceding that I’m just as damn great as I think I am. And I love watching girls compete with each other for the privilege of going out with me and being fucked by me. And I can always (or almost always) choose the one I want, when I want and for how long I want! I always win, I always dominate, I always get what I want. It’s my birthright! 

Ever since I was in college, I’ve had so much fun hitting on girls and making them fall at my feet, desperate for my favors. And I also have a lot of fun intimidating and subduing submissive guys. An unfailing way of spotting them is in the lecture hall: when I spread my legs and put my feet on the benches in front of me (sometimes in shoes, sometimes in socks), and I see guys settling there with no problem, I know they’ll soon be licking my soles and massaging my feet, sometimes in public!

So I’ve already had a lot of bootlickers. But Fabien is my first cocksucker! When he brought me breakfast in bed, after having catered for me and my friends all evening the night before, I was so horny that I wanted to make him suck my cock. For a second I thought ‘Wait, am I bisexual?’, but I don’t care. I’m alone with a slave on hand who’s willing to do anything for my pleasure, let’s just enjoy it! And it feels so good to fuck a throat in a really manly way! And when he begged me to put on him the necklace I gave him to symbolize his enslavement… I couldn’t resist fucking him. And it feels so good to control another guy and cum inside him! So yeah I think you’re right: it’s all about power!

I’ll always fuck girls, because I love it so much, they’re so beautiful and delicious and soft, their pussies are so comfortable and give so much pleasure. But the pleasure of seeing a man submit to my will, let himself be penetrated by me, take my sperm, give up his manhood for me? That’s a thrill I will never deny myself.

And domination over women and men is complementary and mutually reinforcing. Guys respect the man who conquers the most beautiful ladies all the more. And chicks often swoon over hunky men who dominate other guys.

It’s not easy for me to admit it, because I like to think of myself as a tough guy who isn’t sentimental, but I’ve come to care a lot about Fabien. I love that he’s completely obsessed with me and my well-being! I’m positive he could do absolutely anything if I told him it would make me happy! Just licking my footprints on the ground is heaven for him! And I really appreciate his smartness and initiative to make me feel good. If he could use his tongue to roll out a red carpet in front of me to walk on, he’d do it without hesitation! And the fact that he’s a mature, serious, well-established, rather good-looking and masculine adult spices things up even more! It shows just how extraordinary and superior I am!

That is one the greatest Alpha introductions I’ve ever experienced! In fact, I had to read it multiple times just to really absorb the blast of information and energy radiating from it!

What Master Anthony’s first letter reveals completely is that Alphahood is something inborn. He had the desire to have inferior males submit to him the way females do, to debase themselves at his feet. Key part: this was an unconscious need he had, something he didn’t understand.

Master Anthony is a product of being born genetically superior, and growing up worshiped as a superior Male. He had his choice of females to fuck, he had a tight Alpha Pack following his lead and obeying him, and it seemed like the pinnacle of Alpha existence.

And then he moved into Fabien’s apartment.

Immediately his Alpha senses detected Fabien’s submissiveness and began taking advantage of him. However, little Fabien had recruited me and we began devising a way to unlock Master Anthony’s deeper dominant instincts. Needless to say, it worked!

And you can hear that next level of power coursing through Master Anthony’s letter. It’s like he’s fallen down the rabbit hole into Wonderland, only to discover he already owns Wonderland! He realizes that he’s now more powerful than almost all other straight Alphas because he’s taken complete ownership of a faggot that worships even the ground where his foot touches (nice illustration, Master!).

Master Anthony also reveals his deep affection for his faggot, something we don’t hear enough from straight Alpha Owners of faggots. He cares very much for Fabien, and loves what Fabien does. He shows appreciation, and compliments his faggot when he serves well. He’s a natural Protector Alpha of the highest order. He proves that a Man doesn’t need to be a cruel asshole to be dominant or to get what he wants!

I can absolutely see why Fabien is so enthralled by Master Anthony. He’s literally the definition of a God Alpha … but he couldn’t fully embody that role without the worship of faggots like Fabien!

Alphas like Master Anthony make me proud to be a faggot. I’m just so humbled to know a God Alpha like him, and that he blesses me with the undeserved opportunity to tell the world about his existence!

Thank you, Master Anthony! And thank you, my dear Fabien!

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!

Over the span of many months, I have been blessed to know my little French faggot brother Fabien and help him find a way to become the faggot of his straight Alpha (former) friend Anthony. As Master Anthony took control of Fabien, our correspondences became less frequent because Fabien was relating these stories to me when Master Anthony wasn’t around because Master Anthony had no idea his superior life was being celebrated here like this.

Recently I had a feeling that it was time that Master Anthony found out what kind of tribute had been erected here in his honor. I was pretty sure he’d like it, but one never can tell about these things. However, I thought it was time to be transparent with Master Anthony. If he liked it, then the thread here might win Fabien some additional points with his Master.

Fabien was (sort of) in agreement with me, but he put it off. I’m sure he was nervous to reveal this site and this thread to his Master.

Well, today I found out that Master Anthony has read the site and the posts about him. How do I know? Because Master Anthony left a series of very excited and dominant replies to virtually every post! I wanted to create a post celebrating Master Anthony’s responses to what he now sees in the mirror of the internet.

Here are his replies:

“Yeah, I can remember it like it was yesterday. What a great moment! Funny to see this story told from the other point of view!”

“Ah ah! The Pack! I love it! Yeah, we are a pack of young wolves, actually! And parties with slaves on hand are so much fun!“

“Ah ah! I love reading my stories as told by my slave! He adores me so much! I can’t believe I didn’t try a male cocksucker before! He really does a good job by now!“

“That’s not a fabrication, I can tell you! And yes, Fabien is really lucky! (Okay, maybe I am a bit lucky too)“

“Aww! Fabien idolizes me so fucking much! Isn’t he cute? The funny thing, I’ve allowed him to keep using the spare room when no one else is home, but he’s decided on his own to move permanently into the kitchen! A good inferior who knows his place!“

“Hey, that was a cool podcast!  Love this dedication to honoring my superiority! If you still hope to chat with me, you can send me an email“

“LOL I don’t know if I see “past the end of my cock” but I do realize Fabien is one hell of a good slave! And I deserve no less! He only needed very little training“

“My slave Fabien is so fucking adorable! Such a gooood boy! A good boy who loves his master so much! Of course there’s a bond between us, Fabien, my little puppy!“

“I love my best bro Henri! I was happy to offer him a slave
And I love how Fabien is so obsessed with me! I love power! I love to be me!“

“Yes indeed, I am so superior and my devoted slave works so hard for my comfort and my pleasure! What’s not to love? It’s so good to be the master! Especially when you have such a good slave!“

“That’s what I love most about Fabien: he’s proactive, takes initiative and genuinely cares about me above all else! A man like me deserves no less from his slave“

“Oh damn right I love this! I am reading all this with Fabien who is taking care of my cock. He has already swallowed two loads of my cum and I’m still as horny as ever! I’m going to fuck him SO HARD right now!
HIERARCHY IS TRUTH! AND I AM AT THE TOP OF IT!“

Master Anthony’s awesome, off-the-cuff replies to the stories written about him is like watching King Arthur pull Excalibur from the rock and suddenly realizing – yes, I’m the chosen one. Master Anthony glanced at this site, read these stories, and suddenly saw the entire world was worshiping him!

I’m so very proud of the fact that I can serve Master Anthony in this small way, to be the one who carries his triumphant stories of dominance and conquest to the world. Thank you, Master Anthony, for being so generous!

And thank you, my precious brother Fabien, for sharing with me!

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!

In the previous post we learned that Master Anthony was moody and clearly upset with something, but he wasn’t confiding his troubles with anyone, not even his loyal faggot Fabien. This troubled Fabien to the point that he finally begged his Master for answers and ways he could help.

While Master Anthony didn’t reveal the issue, he was comforted by his faggot’s concern and deep love.

Well, after a few days Master Anthony finally told Fabien what was bothering him!

Here’s Fabien:

A little update about Anthony’s mood. I think he’s going to get better soon. Yesterday he told me that he had decided to confront the guy flirting with the same girl as him and challenge him to a fight in front of her. He beat the crap out of him and held him down, until he pleaded for mercy and conceded that Anthony was the stronger man. The silly girl tried to make amends with Anthony, but he dumped her. Serves her right.

This morning, Anthony was hanging around the apartment in his pajamas, looking relaxed. He came to see me while I was making his bed. He thanked me for boosting his ego. I answered: “If your ego isn’t the size of the planet, I’m doing a terrible job and I’m failing my life’s purpose. You don’t have to be grateful to me, I’m just doing my duty as best as I can!” He got his cocky grin and said “I like that. But I want you to know you’re doing great. I’m glad to have you. You see, I love my bros to bits, but I always have to fight to remind them who’s the boss. It’s nice to know I can count on you for a shot of self-confidence.”

I believe I almost passed out with emotion. The next thing I knew, I was on my belly licking his toes and thanking him. Then he had me worshipping his cock; we were looking into each other’s eyes while I had his dick in my mouth and he tenderly stroke my hair, smiling smugly. I sucked him off again in the shower after soaping him up, and then again before he left for the afternoon. This time, he ejaculated all over my face! He wished me a good afternoon and gave me his orders for dinner.

Secretly I was proud of myself; I told Fabien over email that I thought a scenario exactly like this was to blame, and sure enough, I was right!

Although, honestly, it’s hard to imagine a scenario like this happening. According to Fabien, Master Anthony looks exactly like Tom Holland (hence the post header image) and is just as athletic … so why on Earth would any girl cheat on him?? It’s incomprehensible to me.

But once again my brother Fabien was absolutely perfect, following his instincts and kneeling to worship Master Anthony’s feet. This worship led to three consecutive blowjobs filled with raw passion and desire.

But it’s more than just the sexual service that’s involved. Master Anthony’s words show a deepening appreciation for his faggot, his personal property, his slave Fabien. As he feels his power growing, he acknowledges the contributions of the faggot kneeling before him. That’s not just God Alpha behavior … that’s Protector Alpha behavior!

The effect on Fabien is also profound:

Right now, I’m taking care of his laundry. I inhaled the scent of his underwear. I still can’t believe how lucky I am. 

I was really born for this.

Indeed you were, baby brother!

Hierarchy 263 – Fabien And The Need To Submit

Fabien shows that submitting ourselves to Alphas leads to greater opportunities!

SITE: https://hierarchypodcast.com/hierarchy-263-fabien-and-the-need-to-submit/

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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!

Master Anthony is truly one of a kind, a burgeoning God Alpha who is expanding his power almost daily. I can only imagine how overwhelmed my faggot brother Fabien is these days. One minute he thought he had a new roommate, and the next minute he finds himself enslaved to a truly irresistible young powerhouse.

I had some questions about Master Anthony’s sexuality. This means nothing to me, but it seems to mean everything to the insecure, close-minded straight Alphas who follow me and loudly proclaim that an Alpha who uses a faggot sexually cannot be straight. This is pure horseshit. Every sexual therapist knows of the countless studies of male sexuality that disprove such a narrow view of it. But whatever.

So Fabien bravely asked Master Anthony some questions about his sexuality:

To answer some points: I can confirm that Anthony is straight, because in the last few months we’ve lived together, he’s brought girls home a few times (never the same one, though!). And judging by what I could hear from my room at night, he’s as good a lover as one can imagine. 😉 I wouldn’t be surprised if he displays his dominance over me in front of some new girls one of these days. This morning, I asked him if he already had dominated someone that way before, and he said “I have already had boot-lickers, sure. But never yet a cocksucker as well!” He’s obviously used to people submitting to him in many ways, but I think I’m the first with whom he can take it this far, and the first to be a proper slave.

Just as I suspected! It’s clear that Master Anthony’s previously-limited experiences with faggots got his juices flowing for a more formal faggot slave, and he’s targeted Fabien as his first official property.

To make that acquisition even more official, Master Anthony laid down some firm rules for his new slave Fabien.

Anthony was staying at home all morning today, and just before noon, he beckoned me to come and see him. I knelt before him, and bowed my head to the ground at his feet before straightening up. “Nice one” he said. “I’ve decided it’s time to set some rules”.
I’m trying to remember and to transcribe his words and my answers as faithfully as possible.

“From now on, you’re to call me either Sir or Master at all time, up to you and depending of the circumstances. Understood?”

“Sir, yes Sir. Thank you, Master.”

(Small note: I also have to use “vouvoiement”, something that can’t really be translated into English. Basically, it means using the second-person pronoun in the plural form (“vous”) rather than the singular form (“tu”) to adress a single person. It is used between people who don’t know each other, or in a formal context, but also… as a mark of respect to a superior.)

“Good. You are allowed to continue sleeping in the guest room when there’s no one else, or otherwise on the sofa bed when there’s no one else. But your official sleeping place is in the kitchen, is that clear?”

“Perfectly clear, Sir. You’re so generous, Master. Thank you so much, Master.”

“I want more money. You will pay me the tithe. You will give me ten percent of your monthly income. You can afford it, can’t you, boy?

“I’ll cut in my expenses in order to, Sir.”

“Good boy. You are to worship my morning wood every day, and be ready to give me head whenever I want. Improve your cocksucking, ask help from chicks if you need to.”

“I will, Sir. Thank you for the honor, Sir.”

“When I get out of the shower or walk into the apartment, you come and kiss my feet.”

“Gladly, Sir.”

“Finally, if you want any favor from me, you can beg me. I don’t mind you begging. But you shut the fuck up if I tell you to.”

“Of course, Master. Understood, Master. Thank you, Master.”

“Any question, boy?”

I once again bowed my head to the ground. “Not for now, Sir. Thank you so much for enslaving me, Sir. I am deeply honored and happy to serve you, my Master.”

“Such a good boy. Go make my lunch, slave.”

He has left for the afternoon, and since then, I am working at my job (home-working, like most days) with even more enthusiasm and a beaming smile, knowing that I’m working for his direct profit.

A surprisingly-complete set of rules for a young, first-time Owner! Master Anthony has clearly been thinking deeply about what he wants from a faggot slave, and he laid it out beautifully.

Fabien’s reaction to this is telling. When I first met Fabien (has it really only been a week??), he was somewhat resistant to the idea of submitting to this young Alpha. But as Master Anthony has tightened his control and use of Fabien, what I’ve noticed is that Fabien has BLOSSOMED WITH JOY.

And this is a lesson for faggots. We need the control and dominance of Alphas. We need to submit and obey and please them. This service brings us HAPPINESS, not sadness. It gives us FREEDOM, not restriction.

Listen to how Fabien ended his latest update:

Just a few months ago, I was looking for a roommate to have a buddy and lighten my budget. But instead, I met a young cocky hunk who enslaved me. And I can’t stop smiling! What a destiny!

THIS is what Hierarchical truth can do for both Alphas and faggots (and everybody else) if they simply apply it and LIVE IT!

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!

This is a continuation of PART ONE of this story which you can read by CLICKING HERE!

After Fabien told me about the Alpha Pack party, I responded this way:

I’m honestly a little surprised you weren’t used sexually during that party or after by Master Anthony or one of his Alpha Pack. Of course they wouldn’t dare use his faggot without permission. But this sexual service is coming. Be ready.

Well Master Anthony moves about as fast as my mind can predict this stuff, but only a couple of hours after sending that email to Fabien, I received a startling (though not unexpected) reply:

Brother sam, are you a seer or something ? 

When I entered Anthony’s room to serve his breakfast, he was already half awake and was very pleased. I put the tray on his lap and massaged his feet while he ate. When he was done, he put the tray aside and told me out of the blue: “That was well done! I think you have earned your own breakfast now!” He took off his blanket, snapped his fingers and pointed his morning wood.

His cock was impressive! Of course I knew what to do, but I had never had a dick in my mouth before, so I’m afraid I was not very good at it. I choked a couple of time, but Anthony grabbed my head to press it and force my moves. He was moaning “Good, very good, that’s a good boy, that’s a good boy who likes to please me” and so on. After he came, he gave me a little slap and said “Swallow it all, boy. You’re gonna learn to love my cock”. I could barely speak, but after I swallowed his cum, I managed to say “Thank you, Sir”. With his smug face I love so much, he said: “Good boy. Now go serve breakfast to my bros in the guest room. The guys on the couch can have leftovers if there are any.”

I served the young hunks in my bedroom a substantial breakfast to make sure the other two in the living room had some left over.

They all left for the afternoon, Anthony instructed me to clean the flat. I can’t help but notice he referred to my bedroom as the “guest room”. I wonder if this augurs anything.

First of all, I applaud Fabien for sleeping on the kitchen floor all night and then thinking, not of his own discomfort, but rather to make breakfast for the four Kings sleeping in his place! He also did right to serve Master Anthony first after correctly identifying that he’s the leader of the Pack.

But it’s Master Anthony who is the real surprise. As far as I know he’s a straight Alpha, but he’s so turned on by the fact that his power has claimed a faggot that he couldn’t help but feed Fabien his cock!

Already we see in Master Anthony a great power arising. He’s already an incredible Owner, better at it than most Alphas 2-3 times his age. Notice the commendation and encouragement Master Anthony gave Fabien while he sucked his cock! Also notice how Master Anthony gave firm but affectionate guidance when Fabien was struggling!

I was just as blown away by Master Anthony’s control of the situation after being pleased, giving direct orders to Fabien about the distribution of food to the other Alphas and the cleaning later. Again, Master Anthony is just 21 years old! Do you think they teach Alpha classes in school in France, or do you think maybe it’s something natural to truly powerful Alphas?

A bit later I received this incredible update:

Anthony came back alone at the end of the afternoon. I went to take and hang up his coat and then I knelt and kissed his shoes. He said “Nice one. Stay on your knees” and began to unzip his pants, then grabbed my head. He face-fucked me and had me swallow his cum, while we stared in each other’s eyes.

After swallowing, I said “Thank you, Master”. It was the first time I called him Master and it clearly turned him on. He gently slapped my face with his dick and said “Very good boy. And if I am your Master, what are you?” I bowed my head and said “I am your slave, Master.” He ran his hand through my hair and went to sit on the sofa. “Nice boy. Go fetch me a beer and massage my feet, slave.”

I’m sending you this mail before going to do the dishes while he’s playing video games. I feel so happy when he enjoys his time while I work for him.

This episode is a masterpiece of Hierarchical truth and fulfillment. I don’t know enough about Master Anthony (yet) to know if he’s ever owned/used fags before, but even if he has he has incredible instincts at such a young age!

But my brother Fabien is just as impressive to me. He thought he was getting a roommate to share expenses, but instead he has found a younger Master who will change everything about his life and finally give him true purpose! And here’s the thing: Fabien is running toward it, not away from it! He knows he was born to be at the feet of a gorgeous young Alpha like Master Anthony!

If you didn’t believe it before, believe it now: HIERARCHY IS TRUTH!

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!

Like I said in my previous post in this thread, Alpha behavior is largely predictable if you know what you’re looking at. Their needs are relatively simple and insatiable. Younger Alphas are almost entirely led by these basic needs. It’s much like watching cold/warm fronts and predicting the general movement of the weather. I’ve become a master meteorologist through personal experience, which has lead to my bewildering success rate.

But even I didn’t see what Master Anthony decided to do two days ago.

Out of the clear blue sky Master Anthony decided to have four of his Alpha brothers over to the apartment he shares with Fabien the faggot. In retrospect, this move seems obvious. The day before Master Anthony had broken Fabien and got Fabien to submit. So OF COURSE he would want to invite his Alpha Pack over to see his faggot in action!

And that’s exactly what happened:

Yesterday evening, as we saw it coming, he received four of his bros at home for a buddy night and I waited on them as a flunkey all the time. They were pretty comfortable following Anthony’s lead ordering me around and they addressed me as “boy!” or “servant!” or “bitch” while they were loudly chatting and laughing and playing together. I once again had to lick Anthony’s boots for all to see. And I also served as a footrest for Anthony and one of his pals.

I must admit sam, I was truly amazed to see these young hunks like a pack of wolves playing with their prey, with Anthony as their obvious leader.

I recently woke up today but they are still sleeping after staying up most of the night. I have been sent to sleep on the kitchen floor while two guests sleep in my bedroom and two on the sofabed in the living room. I think I’m going to prepare breakfast and serve it to Anthony in his bed and offer him a foot massage if he wakes up. Then I’ll serve them all breakfast (starting with those in my room, for I have a sense there is some hierarchy of sort between the four of them as well, reflected in where they’ve slept).

WOW!

This was a bold move by Master Anthony, especially given the fact that he is relatively new to living in Fabien’s place! But notice how the other Alphas around Master Anthony absolutely followed his lead and enjoyed using his faggot – clear Apex Alpha behavior! Master Anthony was teaching his straight Alpha brothers how to own and use faggots! Alpha mentorship at its fundamental level!

But also notice how much Fabien is learning about his new Master and the behaviors that drive him and his Alpha Pack! He’s a good student, and he’s picking up quickly! Fabien was absolutely right to identify the hierarchy among the four Alphas based on where Master Anthony placed them in the house! I love clever, genuine faggots like Fabien!

There’s more to this event, but I’m going to separate the second part from this one to isolate what happened next! Stay tuned!

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!