Hello brother! I have a dilemma and don’t know what to do.
I have been living with my best friend’s brother for three months. My best friend is a gorgeous girl who I love and I moved in with her brother because he needed a roommate to split rent. He is also gorgeous, very dominant, and full of Alpha energy. He is straight, he knows I am gay, and we get a long very well. He always has girls coming over and I often jerk off hearing how he fucks them in the next door.
He usually walks around the house shirtless and I can’t stop looking at his body and imagine myself as his property. He is extremely respectful and treats me like his princess, but he has never touched me or used any form of service. I constantly do the chores and tell him that it’s my pleasure to serve him, but he has never demonstrated any attempt to force his Alpha presence over me, although he’s clearly an Alpha.
I am very confused right now because we were playing video games last weekend and we were both wearing shorts. At a certain point, he looked at my legs (which are very hairy) and said something like “I think you should shave your legs, you’d look much better.” He had never said anything about my body before, so I was excited but confused. Right after he said that, I took a warm shower and shaved my legs and I my ass. I looked like a twink porn start. When he saw me on the next morning, he just said “oh wow, you really did it.” I was a little disappointed because I was already fantasizing with him holding me in his arms, kissing my smooth legs and fucking my ass.
Do you think I should offer him some foot service? I think that if I go to him begging to suck his dick he will found me a weirdo, but I really want to approach him. I am cooking more often and doing his laundry, but I don’t know if this is encouraging him to embrace his Alpha side. For context, he is 27 and I am 21.
Thanks for the question, brother!
It sounds like you have the perfect situation, honestly. You’re doing very well with adding additional services and taking care of domestic duties! I think I’d add laundry to your chores, because Alphas generally hate doing that as well. Make sure you press everything too, which will impress him (get it?).
But you’ve already anticipated my next suggestion: foot worship. I suspect he’s already thought about this given the fact that he’s running around the place half-naked. Try sitting on the floor at his feet or near his feet and see if it triggers him to do something (Alphas tend to put their feet on subs as a dominant move). If he doesn’t, you could move to start rubbing his feet and see how he reacts. Alternatively, you could offer him a pedicure, but make it a worshipful one.
The other path to take is to start a conversation about Hierarchy by asking him if he considers himself to be Alpha. Then show him the pyramid in the opening post of this site and ask him where he feels he is. If he asks you, you must be brave and tell him you’re a faggot, and that you’re born to serve Men. This could trigger him as well.
I honestly don’t think this situation will be difficult to crack wide open. He seems primed to accept faggot worship, but he’s just a straight Alpha who doesn’t know what he deserves (also, you’re his sister’s friend and trying to be good). You’re in a great position to help him understand!
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the submission of a British faggot named Benjamin who successfully used my “Letter To An Alpha” to submit to his straight Alpha friend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
My fag brother Benjamin stunned me with his previous email that detailed his use of my “Letter To An Alpha” to come out as a faggot to his straight Alpha friend as they were on their way to a cabin for a getaway. The response of his Alpha friend to this new information was quite immediate and powerful, and it led to some interesting first few days together in that cabin.
Now Benjamin has written a follow-up email detailing the second-half of their cabin stay, and beyond. It gets wilder from here:
To pick up where I left off, the rest of our time in the cabin was a comfortable (for him especially) routine of service and submission. I cooked, cleaned and managed everything while Master relaxed, ate, drank and did whatever he wanted. There were only 2 other instances where our usual routine was broken.
The first came on the 6th night of 9. Master took an empty bottle out of the waste bin, and took it with him into the bathroom. As a fag, even my brain was able to process what he was doing, and I immediately got very excited that he was about to permit me to drink his Alpha piss, even as I was disappointed that I could not drink from the tap in service brother. He emerged about 5 mins later with what must have been around a litre (half a coke bottle!) which he proceeded to place into the freezer. I will admit I was confused brother, but I did not question Master and his infinite wisdom. Close to an hour (I think) later, he ordered me to retrieve the bottle and kneel in between his feet on the sofa. Master told me this was my first test. I had 1 minute to drink the entire bottle. Any spillage and I would be out. And left in the bottle and I would be out. Seeing as my only option to become his personal fag was to down it all, I went for it. Ice cold piss, even from an Alpha, is not easy to chug down Brother. This fag had to power through brain freeze, and suppress it’s gag reflex to such a bitter, strong taste, to take it all in. I managed with a few seconds left, but had to curl up on the floor at his feet for a minute afterwards until the brain freeze had subsided. In this time I vaguely remember the sound of Master laughing and the feel of his boots sole on my cheek. But I passed Brother, and that is what matters.
On the second to last night, the other test occurred. Master complained in the morning that his balls were full. This set off fireworks in my fag brain. Was I to be able to serve him sexually that night. No was the answer. But he did let me contribute. I was to spend time on Masters hookup apps finding a lady who met his criteria, and organising her coming to the cabin, fucking him, and leaving. I was to pretend to be Sir in this time and I was very successful. I found a 26yo who met Masters physical requirements and matched his kinks closely, and she was set to visit at 7pm. He was pleased, and told me he had made arrangements for me while he was busy. I was to curl up in Masters suitcase, which he then packed with a week and a half’s worth of his dirty washing, mainly underwear and t-shirts from his morning runs. It was fag heaven. I was told that he would be placing the suitcase under the bed. And sound, movement or anything which interrupted his fun, and I would fail my probation. And that is how I spent 3 hours in a suitcase under a bed hearing the ecstasy of a woman being fucked by an Alpha God. The combination of smells, sounds and the slight rhythmic pressure I could sometimes feel from above had me leaking the entire time. Eventually, he pulled the suitcase out and released me again. He did not say I had failed, or done well, only to pack his stuff ready to leave the next day. I will confess brother that in that moment, while packing his belongings, I had one moment of weakness. I searched Masters room high and low for any sign of a used condom, but I found nothing brother. In hindsight it was stupid to think a God would use one, and even if he had, I would not have deserved it, but his constant domination across the weak fried my fag brain.
The next day I drove us home, which was pleasant. Master was behaving almost as he had before, but still calling me fag. He said he had enjoyed the holiday and was already talking about doing it again. I dropped him home and he ordered me to be there again the next morning for his housework. That has become a weekly thing now. I do a week of work, and my Sundays are now spent cleaning Masters entire house, doing his meal prep for the week and if I am lucky a full foot clean and massage while he watches the game. I enjoy spending time with him, and he is very complimentary about the job I do on his house and his feet when I am privileged to do so.
Lastly, we are already planning another trip. As of this week he has found a different cabin, 2 bedroom, with a hottub that he would like. It would cost me about £2000, which is worth it for Master. And I can’t help but hope, given the timescale, that it is meant to be around the time when I pass my probation and become his full fledged personal faggot.
Can you believe this?? I find this experience to be truly amazing!
First and foremost, it never fails to shock me how rapidly purely straight Men adapt to faggot ownership. Years ago when I started the site that eventually became this monster I was constantly harassed by people who mistakenly insisted that straight Men would never do anything with a faggot. Clearly I (and others) have collected so much proof that they do that it’s irrefutable.
Benjamin’s story also serves to remind us to stop projecting our own needs and hopes onto our Alpha, but rather we should serve regardless of how he demands. There were multiple moments where Benjamin hoped for something (like drinking Master’s fresh piss, or sucking his dick) that didn’t happen. Disappointment in that can lead us to resentment or anger, but Benjamin rolled with it nicely!
And finally, Benjamin’s story reinforces something I’ve said forever, namely, that you cannot retain a friendship with an Alpha once you become his faggot. Before this trip, Benjamin was a close friend of this Alpha, close enough to be someone he’d want to hang with on a cabin vacation. But in just the space of a few minutes, really, Benjamin became this Alpha’s faggot, his toy, his slave … and not his friend.
And that friendship is gone for good.
Instead of being his friend, Benjamin became the faggot stuffed in a suitcase under the bed who was forced to listen to his Master do what he cannot: fuck and breed a woman! It’s something like what my second straight Master did to me that I call The Nuclear Option in that it totally realigns a faggot’s brain and makes it more obedient. I honestly always thought my Master made that up and I was the only faggot who ever suffered through it, but I’ve encountered it so many times now I’m starting to believe there is some kind of straight Alpha playbook floating around!
Or, perhaps, it’s just simply Hierarchical truth!
I thank Benjamin for sharing his thrilling experience of submission and service to this powerful Alpha Master! I have no doubt more is coming!
I have been successful as a faggot in serving straight Alphas. Almost all of the Alphas I’ve ever served were straight or bisexual, and all of the Masters I had were straight. I was motivated to start my online teaching because of this success; my first iteration of this effort was FagsWorshipStraights.Tumblr.com, which then quickly morphed into FagsWorshipAlphas.com.
Due to my years running FWA, I became quite well known precisely because of my skills in mentoring other faggots to approach and serve the straight Alphas in their lives. I did it again and again with such predictable results that either I’m incredibly lucky, or I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I’M TALKING ABOUT.
(HINT: It’s the latter answer)
Not only have my websites and my Questions From Readers been incredible teaching resources, but I’ve also created products to assist faggots to make this approach to straight Alphas. One was “May I Serve You, Sir?”, a small book that could be given to a potential target (available here). Another resource was “Letter To An Alpha” (link in the sidebar) that was intended to be a faster and more direct way to introduce a straight Alpha to the idea of owning faggots.
To date, both the book and the letter have yielded positive results (the letter moreso). Ultimately, it’s up to each faggot to (a) admit they need help, and (b) follow the advice I give. But I say this with complete confidence: There is NOBODY who is able to do what I do with my consistency. NOBODY.
My latest success story once again comes from a Question From Readers ask from a few weeks ago. CLICK HERE if you want to read it in its entirety. In summary, the reader (a faggot named Benjamin) was going on a cabin trip alone with his straight Alpha friend of eight years, and the faggot was desperate for any way to make an approach. I gave him some tips, and I suggested that Benjamin utilize the “Letter To An Alpha” approach.
Then Benjamin disappeared. However, he has returned with an incredible PART ONE of his experience with this (former) straight friend/now Master!
READ ON:
Hello Brother. As promised, here is the update about my time in a cabin with my Straight Alpha friend (I will be calling him Sir or Master from now on).
As you may have guessed from the last line there things went well. In preparation of the holiday I shaved everything below the eyebrows, locked myself in my new 4 mm chastity cage, and printed out a copy of your prewritten letter to give him as there was not reliable wifi at the cabin.
We travelled there pretty normally, but I think he could tell there was something up. Just before we arrived we stopped at a supermarket for the weeks food and he asked what was up. I didn’t know what to say, so I just gave him the letter, took the shopping lists and went in to get what we needed while he read. Once I was back to the car he was done (probably multiple times I guess) and he said nothing. He also just gave me a look when I tried to speak, and I didn’t press the matter.
I drove the last 10 mins in silence, until we arrived at the cabin. Master got out and told me to bring everything in which I happily did, beginning with the food which needed to go in a fridge, then Sir’s bags, and finally my own property. As I was handling the bags, Master was going through the shopping I had brought. Once all his bags were in, Master decided he wanted a shower and called me over to where he was sat on the sofa. He assured me that he had read and understood the letter, and that we would be discussing it after his shower but for now I was to remove his boots and socks, then I was to move all his bags into the Master bedroom. I was to put mine in the cupboard of the smallest room and I was to be waiting naked and on my knees outside his EnSuite bathroom for him to be done, with a towel ready to dry his feet. In addition to my orders, I also had my chastity keys on hand to offer him at this point.
He showered for what felt like 30 mins, 20 of which I was kneeling outside the door. Eventually he came out with a towel around his waist. I didn’t see his face as I was looking at the ground, but I could see that he was still soaking wet below the knee. He walked past me and sat on the bed, and snapped his fingers. I moved quickly to his new position and went to begin drying his feet, but suddenly felt a pretty hard slap to the side of my face. Master told me one of the rules this week was that I was to kiss any part of him I was about to serve before and after I served. I apologised, kissed the top of his feet (must be around size 12 for my fellow fags who want those details) and began drying. With his foot in my lap this is when he saw the steel of my cage. Master asked about it and when I explained what it was, that I had been wearing it voluntarily for 4 months and that I currently had the keys, he ordered me to hand them over. He sounded very eager to have any form of control over another person at that point. Only once both feet were fully dry did he speak again, and he told me to look him in the eye. At this point, Master explained the new dynamic he had decided on, and rules:
1) He is the Master and to be obeyed. I am the faggot who obeys.
2) I am to call him Master or Sir in private, and carry on as normal in front of mutual friends. He may decide to let individual friends know, at which point I am to call him Master even in their presence.
3) I am to respond to any name he uses for me.
4) I am to never ask for access to my keys outside of a medical emergency.
5) In private I am to be naked in his presence.
6) In private I am not permitted to use furniture in his presence.
7) In private, I am to crawl in his presence unless I am required to stand for some form of service.
8) I am to kiss any part of his Godly body before service, and after service.
9) Master reserves the right to take, keep and store any photos he takes of the faggot in service. These cannot be shared publicly without the faggots consent, but the faggot cannot request or demand deletion.
10) The keys to the chastity cage are the application fee, and will not be returned should the faggot fail the probationary period.
He then discussed that I am not permitted to call myself His faggot just yet. Like with all jobs there will be a probation period where he is going to assess if I make his life better, or if it is nothing he should put any effort into. I do not have a fixed time scale for this period, but I am sure Master knows what he is doing and it would probably confuse my little faggot brain so I didn’t ask.
From that point I did everything I was asked to the best of my ability. I lived as his faggot puppy for the next week and a bit. I cooked every meal bar one, I slept on the floor in the corridor just outside his bedroom so I could answer Masters call instantly. I ate my meals from a bowl on the floor only once Sirs plates and the pots used to cook were clean and tidied away. I paid for all the food, got his shower to temperature before he got in.
After three days I earned the right to clean his feet. He has already had me putting on his shoes and socks, as well as taking them off and drying them after his showers. But that night (and every night after) he had me prepare a bucket of warm soapy water. I was to kneel (as always) and gently wash his feet while he played video games. I spent half an hour washing each foot, getting between the toes and really exfoliating (I used a scrubber from my wash bag which I also use for my face), then another 20 mins massaging each foot after drying it. Overall, an hour to wash his feet. Master did not criticise so faggot was extremely proud.
There were other tests of loyalty and challenges across the week, which I won’t write out in this post, maybe others if people want to hear it. But those were the first three days. I am back home now, straining against my cage writing this out and hoping I did a good enough job.
THIS IS HOW IT’S DONE!
Yes, I provided the tools to Benjamin, but Benjamin was the one who had to use them bravely and with integrity. And that’s exactly what he did, and it worked (again)!!
This experience illustrates something I’ve always insisted: most straight Alphas are open to being worshiped and served by faggots nonsexually. Sometimes it becomes sexual service, but nonsexual service feels less intrusive to them while also giving them the power trip their ego craves.
It simply takes technique combined with courage. I’m so proud of Benjamin for applying my advice with faith and bravery.
I am a self-locked faggot, and my best friend is a mostly straight, happily married man. Our hangouts usually consist of us playing video games online or me and his wife watching him play video games at his house. His wife meets his sexual needs, so I am looking for non-sexual ways that I can serve him as a faggot to respect and elevate his manhood, and hopefully slowly create a dynamic where he sees and treats me like the inferior faggot I am, who is there to serve him as a man.
My faggot bottom-brain isn’t good at coming up with ideas and making decisions on its own. I need direction and ideas to fix the dynamic in my friendship so I am on the bottom where I belong and can be of more use to my friend.
Best, Alex
Thanks for writing Alex!
First of all, I’m wondering about that “mostly straight” line you used to describe your best friend. Is there something you know about him that I need to know? Did you two fool around at some point in the past?
Having a straight (and married) Alpha friend is tough, because your opportunities are severely limited. In addition, you risk losing the friendship by pushing too hard to serve him, or if you do serve him and he feels funny about it afterward.
Does your friend know about your chastity? Would he be willing to be your keyholder? Have you ever discussed your faghood with him? I ask these questions because in many cases straight Men find chastity faggots very interesting (and in some cases, a turn-on). I liken a faggot in chastity like a green stoplight, giving the Alpha the permission to do lots of things he might not ordinarily do. In any event, if your friend doesn’t know about your faghood, he should be told. Use the resources on this site to help explain things.
Other than that, find simple ways to serve. Buy him things he likes. Maybe offer him foot massages. If you can afford it, send him and his wife on a vacation. Become USEFUL to him.
Declan and I are pretty much an open book on here but he likes to keep it discreet when out with friends. What happened yesterday shocked me.
We were out with 3 of our close friends and one guy who we never met that now lives here but originally from Alabama.
We were having a few beers, shots of tequila and enjoying each other’s company on a heated patio. The conversation turned into fucking bottoms. Most were going around telling some of their recent stories. All were going in details of how they would fuck a slut but the new guy John confessed being a total bottom and he kept looking at me while telling some stories. I can tell that he had the hots for me and my boyfriend also noticed it.
It was now my turn and Declan interrupted me before I spoke and looked at John and said: “I’m assuming you think Zack is a top?”
John: “Yes and probably a dom top”
Declan laughed and said: “He has been my bottom for many years and would do anything to top but I don’t allow it. I made sure of that”
John: “What do you mean?”
Everyone now paid close
attention to Declan’s every word.
Declan: “Let’s just say I keep his cock secure and under lock and key”
The group started to laugh as I just got outed by my boyfriend and my face turned so red of embarrassment and humiliation. That’s when John stopped looking at me and was paying more attention to Declan.
This guy was so hot and my bf cock blocked me!!! Not only did he steal John’s attention from me but now all my friends know that my cock is locked in chastity.
Later on I went for a smoke and the guy followed me: “Zack you are fucking hot but I can’t do anything with you since you don’t even have access to your own pathetic cock. Your boyfriend’s dominance over you in front of your friends got me so hard. Hope that’s ok to say. I love how he owns your cock and controls you.
You mind if I sit by him when we go back to the table?”
Me: “Sure”
We continued socializing at the table, the conversation switched to work and living in the big city. I was no longer under the spot light which was nice.
Later I went for another smoke (vape) and came back to find Declan and John missing from the table. I asked my friends if they knew where they were and one of my buddies said “Probably gone to the washroom together to take care of some business.” as he laughed.
15 minutes later, they walked back together and both had a huge smile on their face. That’s when Declan said I needed to pay our bill and call an Uber as we should head out and go home.
At home I asked what happened and he said:
“I was hard watching John admiring you and I decided to let him suck me before I fucked my load in his ass in the washroom stall. If you weren’t locked, I would have let you get a blow job from him but you are locked. Thought I lend my bone to him and be nice to the new guy 😜”
Me: “I’m happy you got serviced by the Hotty!”
Declan: “I’m going to bed, come suck my cock for a bit until I fall asleep and you probably get to taste him”
So I sucked his cock for a few minutes while he was on his phone. I made sure it was nice and clean and he eventually fell asleep.
I went back to the living room to have a beer and think about everything that happened tonight.
Shortly after, I received a text from a number I didn’t recognize: “Hey it’s John, thanks for letting me spend time with your boyfriend. I hear you got to taste my ass a while ago. See you on Tuesday!”
I found out today that on Tuesday he is coming over and they are going out to have dinner and see a movie. I will be told if I can join or not that day.
Great blog, it’s helped me realise my beta/fag side and my lust for worshipping alphas.
I need your advice…I had a straight alpha best friend for 10 years. When we became friends, I wasn’t ‘out’. We were very close… going to the gym, going out drinking (him picking up girls) etc.
He was a natural alpha…hot body, great looks, supreme confidence, controlled aggression, and a big cock (he told me and I can verify as I saw it!). He had the pick of women and would regularly tell me of his sexual activities and how women went crazy over his cock. During our friendship he told me numerous times that he knows he is an Alpha and I can tell he enjoys having control over others.
Some of the activities we would do when I was still in the closet involved sleeping in the same bed and aggressively play fighting in our boxer shorts where he would regularly pin me down – I loved it! Frequently, he would pin me down in his boxers by sitting on my chest with his knees over my shoulders, so I couldn’t move my arms, with me ‘pretending’ to struggle while staring at his big bulge. I loved the submissive nature of it and I think he enjoyed the dominance.
On another occasion, we nearly showered together after a drunken night out but he stopped after seeing I was getting a hard-on. Damn!
Anyway, after around 5 years into our friendship, I came out to him when drunk and he accepted me 100%. I was so scared, as previously he had made some jokingly homophobic comments, but he didn’t let it affect our friendship and would often stick up for me if we went out on nights out etc.
Fast forward to around 2 years ago…we went on a night out and we both got very drunk. In the early hours of the morning, we headed back to mine, where he was staying over. I was nearly blackout drunk at this point. He slept on the sofa and me in my own bedroom. Shortly after going to bed, unconsciously, I went up to him while he was sleeping and asked him if he wanted his dick sucked.
He asked me to repeat what I said and I asked him again. I’ll be honest, I thought this was an actual dream that I was having and in that moment I didn’t have any control over my actions. He left my house immediately. The next morning, I apologised – I was devastated. He replied saying that he needed time to think about our friendship etc.
He ended the friendship. I was devastated, gutted and depressed. I lost my closest friend at that point. Anyway, we haven’t spoken in two years. I still think of him most days. I get we won’t ever be friends again but I yearn to serve him even if it is transactional. I was always pretty submissive to him and wanted to please him.
I have often wondered what would happen if I tried to approach him like you have advised on this blog.
Previously he had confided in me that he is a very sexual man and needs frequent service, when talking about problems with his girlfriend (they are still together).
I would love to worship and serve him but I don’t know if I should try to or not. In my eyes, he is a god alpha and deserves true worship. While we were friends, I buried these feelings as best I could but I guess I have lost everything now anyway.
What are your thoughts?
What a heartbreaking letter! I’m so sorry that this happened!
Sadly, this is always the danger when a faggot offers himself to an Alpha friend. It’s hard to say whether or not the way you offered yourself might have scared him, but he did take some time to think about his decision. That’s tough.
This Alpha seems like a wonderful Man, very strong and confident. I’m disappointed that he cut you off without much of a discussion. However, I’m sure he did it because he thought continuing the friendship would only lead to pushing you further into obsession.
I don’t know if there is a way to resurrect the relationship. A long friendship like this shouldn’t be tossed away forever, and I’m sure he agrees with that if he’s anything like I think he is. I don’t think it would be a bad idea to reach out via a message and just tell him you miss him and you’re sorry for what you said when you were drunk. If there could be a way to just talk, I’m sure the situation could be repaired.
I know you feel embarrassed and scared of him now, but just be tactful and maintain your faith in the friendship you built with him. Keep me informed!
