The following post is part of a thread following the continuing service of a faggot named James who has been serving a young straight Alpha for TEN YEARS. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

I’m not going to sugarcoat it. Being the faggot of a straight Alpha is really difficult. Even under the best circumstances (and I’ve enjoyed some of the best circumstances), the straight Alpha will very likely fall in love with a woman and dismiss the fag. This of course leads to emotional devastation that many fags use random sex to ease. I can’t tell you how many nights I’ve spent crying after such dismissals, the ache inside me so palpable that I felt like I was losing myself.

Now, I did not do myself any favors during my earliest days of serving as a live-in faggot of a straight Alpha. Whenever he would bring home a female, I would get insanely jealous. I would sometimes pout, or devolve into hysterical crying. For instance, right before Master Roger dismissed me he started dating his future wife and as I was protesting this I blurted out “what about me?” and Master Roger looked at me and coldly said, “what about you?” I still feel the sting of that reply even today.

It was the first in a series of lessons I had to learn about my true place in the world and the lives of straight Alphas. Ultimately, a faggot is just a convenient slave that satisfies certain needs, not something a straight Alpha wants to build a life around. A straight Alpha eventually wants to have the wife and family, a situation that doesn’t usually require the services of a faggot.

But I’m telling you all this, not to dissuade anyone from serving straight Alphas, but to warn all faggots against allowing JEALOUSY to destroy those opportunities to serve them.

My brother James has been serving his straight Alpha for ten remarkable years, which might be close to a record. But now that dreaded jealousy is starting to rear its ugly head:

Sam;

James the Straight Man’s faggot here again …. As you may recall, I’ve been the same straight guy’s faggot for over ten years …. During that time, the Alpha male I serve has had a total of three girlfriends that I am aware of …. Although I’ve seen evidence of their existence, he has always made it a point that I never see them in person, or interact in any way with any of his women …. His reasoning has always been obvious to me since the reason for the existence of a faggot in his life has been to perform types of sexual service that is lacking in his straight relationships …. I’ve never experienced any adverse feelings up until now in that I fully understand my place as a man’s faggot …. However, recently something has occurred two times now that has evoked a powerful inner feeling of what may be a kind of jealousy within me …. The last two times he called upon me to come to his apartment for the purpose of providing my throat for his sexual release, he placed extremely tight time constraints on me as far as when I need to arrive and when I must leave so as not to be anywhere around when his woman is expected to come home …. Although I fully realize my actual place in this scenario, I’ve been experiencing a form of what feels like jealousy of a woman …. While I’ve served as a relief valve for his manly needs for over a decade, she has only been his sexual partner for a few months …. I understand full well my purpose as a faggot and that this jealousy of his woman is ludicrous on my part ….. But I must ask if perhaps this situation might not be unique …. Have other faggots serving straight Alphas experienced and verbalized this type of feeling to you in the past ? …And how would you deal with it ?

(I left the ellipses as written, but it’s just too weird looking to not comment on. Do people really use an ellipse instead of a period these days??)

My first comment to James about the “uniqueness” of his situation is this: the situation itself (a faggot serving a straight Alpha for over ten years) is definitely unique, but jealousy is definitely not. Everyone feels jealousy to some degree, even straight Alphas with the world at their feet.

As for how to deal with it, I had to learn the hard way that jealousy only robs you of the happiness and fulfillment of serving these great Alphas. So how do you stop (or at least quiet) that jealousy? For faggots, it’s important to remain humble. Jealousy is borne from a type of arrogance or self-importance. At the root of it is the “reasoning” of “I DESERVE THAT TREATMENT RATHER THAN THE OTHER PERSON” that develops in the “slighted” person.

But here’s the problem with that thinking: faggots DON’T DESERVE ANYTHING.

Every act of service and every day we are allowed to serve an Alpha (especially a straight Alpha) is a GIFT, not a RIGHT. To straight Alphas in particular, faggots are two holes to unload in, an ATM that dispenses money on command, or a domestic robot that kisses feet. It’s important to keep that in mind every single day you are blessed to serve a straight Alpha.

It’s also important to simply focus on the act of service itself and cherish it as the gift it is, whether that’s swallowing their cocks or doing the laundry or licking the toilet clean with your tongue. Focus keeps your eyes where they belong: on service.

Think about it this way: a tightrope walker must keep his eyes focused on the immediate horizon to be successful. When doing that, he enters a kind of hypnotic state in which the body can perform automatically without thought. But what happens when the tightrope walker looks down, looks up, or looks around?

DISASTER!

My brother James is looking around rather than focusing on the horizon. He’s starting to notice the preferential treatment of his Master’s females, noticing the way he’s being shunted aside for the sake of pussy. He’s tallying up his years of faithful service, and becoming frustrated that they don’t seem to count.

But I’m telling you that jealousy is a fast, one-way ticket to dismissal by a straight Alpha. A faggot has no leverage in that situation, so what is jealousy going to do except make the straight Alpha reassess whether the faggot’s service is worth the headache.

I assure you, his final answer will be NO.

So all faggots out there, I implore you: refocus your mind, concentrate on service, and be grateful every day that you are gifted an opportunity to be of service to our greatest Men! It’s probably not forever, but fond memories will be forever if you remain submissive and jealousy-free!

I’ve never been a huge proponent of online findom for a variety of reasons, but my main objection is this: it weakens Hierarchy by encouraging lazy, selfish faggot behavior while elevating unworthy dumbfucks to the rank of Alpha simply for being attractive or cartoonishly “dominant”.

Now, the faggot nonsense I can brush aside (after all, life will be a harsh Master in the long run), but these fake “Masters” of findom really offended me. You see, I’ve been fortunate in my faggot career to have been owned in real life by some of the greatest straight Alphas I’ve ever known. I know true Alphahood when I see it not only I’ve served them, but also because I have a deep appreciation for Hierarchical truth. And lemme tell you, Alphas aren’t defined by the number of feet pics they post online.

Having said that, I can confidently tell you that Master Virgo (@KingVir919404 on X) is one of the purest straight God Alphas in all of online findom.

I met him around 2021 and was instantly captivated by his chilly, casual demeanor. I was also excited to find out he owned live-in faggots despite being resolutely heterosexual. His early interactions with me were curt and dismissive, as if he was a movie star who couldn’t be bothered. Then one evening I was speaking with one of his live-in faggots in a Twitter Space when Master Virgo arrived home and began barking orders to his faggots, and I could sense his gigantic presence over the phone!

Another thing you quickly come to understand about Master Virgo is that he’s an Alpha who lives a high-class lifestyle bedazzled with luxury items and experiences. He associates with the wealthy and well-connected. You might catch him in exclusive clubs, or on a private beach at an expensive resort, or making a splash at The Met Ball. He smokes the best cigars, fucks supermodels, and drinks from the top shelf. He uses cash to light his smokes. Here are a few pics to give you a taste of his everyday life:

All of this lavish lifestyle is provided by Master Virgo’s large, solvent stable of owned faggots.

In fact, it’s the quality of Master Virgo’s faggots that best defines his actual power. His faggots are loyal and extremely submissive in their service to him despite the fact that Master Virgo will never give them anything sexual or romantic.

I had the distinct pleasure of speaking with one of Master Virgo’s favorite possessions, a faggot named Tyrell (@joyofsubmission on X). I asked this faggot if he might write about his experience as one of Master Virgo’s favorite owned faggots, and he wrote this:

I would like to start out by saying I’m not some self-hating, low-hanging fruit that would’ve
served just any pair feet with a middle finger. I’m an educated professional. Decent looking, sociable,
with friends and family that love and respect me. I say this not to elevate myself in anyway from any of
my brothers in servitude (I am absolutely, an owned, domesticated and completely subjugated faggot to
a real man after all), but to highlight just how powerful my Master is. He is my King, my Daddy, my
owner, my guiding light, and my purpose. I am happy to share how He came to claim what was always
His.

It all started with photo on twitter. They say a picture’s worth a thousand words, but in a true-to-this
Alpha male’s case, worth $o much more. I’ve always felt that aching need to submit to a real man and
like so many faggots before me, chased that feeling into Findom. However, I had grown bored with the
temporary, transactional sensations and had deleted my Findom twitter and resigned myself to move
on, unsatisfied. That is until the hand of fate brought a photo of who would become my Master across
my vanilla twitter timeline through a mutual’s displayed likes no less.

I was completely entranced! The style, the poise, the confidence. I had to know more, and
proceeded to do a deep dive down his timeline, greedily absorbing all I could. Before I knew it, I found
myself creating another account. Sending a message, and of course out of respect, including a
screenshot of my first tribute in over a year. He took his time responding which was a response in and of
itself. I waited on pins and needles, and was thrilled to be acknowledged by this Man. I continued to
send more tributes, and eagerly answered any and all questions He had for me over time.
In his wisdom and prescience, knowing what I had only yet begun to learn, he eventually invited
me to treat him to lunch as I had recently moved to His city. He set a date and chose a location. I was
unquestionably excited, but like many faggots in denial I thought to myself – “sure, I’ll meet him. Most
of these doms aren’t the real deal and I’m sure I’ll see that up close and personal. I’ll just get it out of my system and dispel the illusion.”

The day finally came and I couldn’t have been more wrong. From jump he provided instruction- telling
me how to dress for the occasion. Where to park and await his arrival, opening his door (I’ve since been
trained to always open every door for him when in His presence). I didn’t realize it but I was already
being trained for the role he had prepared for me. As He stepped out of His vehicle and I looked up at
Him, every question I had about His authenticity was obliterated. My knees buckled, and the only thing
keeping me standing was that He had not yet given me permission to kneel. When He finally did it was a relief and a confirmation all in one.

Throughout the course of the meal and the conversation I was so taken aback by how multi-dimensional He was. He was charming, charismatic and smooth. He was witty, thoughtful, even courteous, but always in control. He spoke to me with a familiarity that I grew increasingly desperate to earn. By the time He asked me what I wanted (already knowing the answer) I could hardly recognize myself as my lips parted and the most honest thing I had ever said escaped them – “I want to be Your bitch.” I repeated myself as he looked on expectantly and grew practically hysterical. I had lost all composure. There was no more playing it cool. My statement turned into a plea. There I was in a public restaurant, palms open and begging Him to make me His bitch. I had never been so vulnerable in my entire life.

“We’ll see”. Was His response with a cocky, self-sure smile. I knew He had already seen, but would make
me earn it nonetheless.

The rest is history. I would continue to drive to Him on my days off when requested. He quickly
established that my time was His and I offered no resistance. Each task a lesson. Each instruction a line
of code in my programming as He continued to shape me in the ways He saw fit. He broke me in good
and thorough with physical discipline of course. Took me to the pet store to pick out my own collar and
leash. A dog bowl to eat and drink out of when instructed. He made sure to instill respect and obedience
in me as second nature, but also stimulated me intellectually, and spiritually. We’d have conversations
about music, and politics and life. He’d teach me things and listen acutely as I shared my passions as
well.

From picking up His drycleaning to chaperoning His dates with women as chauffer and wallet, being a
sounding board for His business, he continued to find uses for me and grant me opportunities to serve.
My love, admiration, and respect for King Virgo only continued to bloom and I have not stopped sinking
since. He has taught me the most valuable trait for any faggot, perhaps any person, to have – Gratitude.
Three years later and it has seen me through every stage of his total domination. When I am given a foot to kiss or massage after long day, I am grateful. When I am given soiled clothes to wash, I am grateful. When I am given an opportunity to prepare breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert, I am grateful. When I am given His piss to drink, I am grateful. When I am given a meal to cover, a bill to pay, an item to order, I am grateful.

I am grateful because I am HIS. And with that, comes a deep commitment to being the best version of
myself because that is what He deserves. I strive to advance my career, my skills, and my aptitude all to
protect his investment in me as his property and make good on the potential He sees in me. He’s the
greatest man I have ever known. He has my complete and unconditional surrender. There’s little doubt
in my mind that I will belong to Him for the rest of my life. And for that certainty, that clarity of purpose so few in this world achieve, I am grateful.

INCREDIBLE!

Speaking as a faggot who has some adjunct, distant-orbit history with Master Virgo, there is so much in this faggot’s adoring testimonial that rings absolutely true. For example, in this we experience His exacting dominance and precise expectations. You see, Master Virgo operates at a very high level, and he expects everyone he allows into his orbit – his women, his associations, his faggots – to elevate and perform at his elite expectations. You can hear that is this faggot’s words.

Now, many faggots fail and fall away under Master Virgo’s withering and relentless demands, but that’s okay. They simply shouldn’t be serving him. He will always have faggots desiring a place kneeling on the ground at his feet. What Master Virgo is doing is training his faggots, shaping them and disciplining them so that they become the best version of themselves.

I think of Master Virgo like a drill sergeant in the military. Nobody likes the drill sergeant at first as he screams in their face and abuses them, forcing them to push their bodies and minds past the breaking point. But what happens after that? The soldiers improve, becoming focused and sharpened to a fine point. By the end of it, they are grateful to the drill sergeant for making them an elite fighting force.

So it is with Master Virgo and his tight stable of elite faggots. He has fashioned and honed his faggots into the best possible versions of themselves, because they represent him and reflect on his great name.

And that view to purposeful training leads to something absolutely wonderful in his personal faggots: self-respect. You can hear that self-respect in the testimony above. Master Virgo values his faggot properties just the way he values the expensive watches, cigars, homes, cars, etc., that decorate and enrich his life. His faggots are buffed to a high shine and made to sparkle in every effort they expend in serving him. Every door opening becomes a chance to experience elite purpose, elevating the faggot and giving it meaning.

To that end, look at the collage Master Virgo created of pics he’s taken with his faggot. How many Masters would take the time to craft a loving emblem of his faithful faggot’s service?

The end result of such rigorous training and elevating is something Tyrell focuses on heavily at the end of his letter: GRATITUDE. He rightly recognizes that, as a faggot, he would’ve been nothing without Master Virgo. He would’ve been lost amongst the rabble, being used and tossed aside or worse, abused and damaged beyond repair.

But Master Virgo looked down upon him and his stable mates and saw potential in them. He gave them purpose in his service, and gave them meaning. And, like any withered plant that is watered and cultivated by a skilled gardener, his faggots have come to life and flourished under his care.

I love this video clip. Watch it first:

Some might see Master Virgo casually dribbling spit on his faggot and recoil. However, I see a faggot at peace, allowed to rest its head on its Master’s leg and watch him adoringly the way a faithful dog stares at its Owner. It’s beautiful.

I am so grateful to Master Virgo for allowing his faggot to write up this very personal tribute, as well as allowing me to publish it for the world to experience. It is my hope that all of the faggots who read this can understand that their purpose as faggots can have meaning in the hands of a straight and truly powerful Alpha King. I also hope that any Alphas reading this will also appreciate that abuse and humiliation isn’t true dominance or power.

Thanks again to Master Virgo for this unprecedented peek into his elite world!