The following post is part of a thread following Kamal, a faggot who has a desire to serve his Alpha professor uncle Farid. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When Kamal initially asked for me help to approach his Alpha uncle Farid, I was almost as nervous as Kamal for multiple reasons. First of all, I’m always uncomfortable about service arrangements among members of a family given the risk of fallout. I was also nervous about the potential culture issues involved with this arrangement. All of that anxiety was piled on top of the typical concerns we fags have about offering ourselves to straight Alphas.
Kamal followed my recommendations, and quite frankly his uncle Farid responded in such a surprising way that even I was taken aback (it takes a lot to shock me).
Ever since I published that last post, I’ve been waiting anxiously for a follow-up. Last night that response arrived, and it couldn’t be any better!
READ THIS:
Sam,
You thought me insane for not surrendering immediately, but you misunderstand—I was ready to collapse at his feet that very night. It was Farid who imposed the delay. He wanted me to sit with his offer, to be certain I understood the weight of what I was choosing. He would not let me rush into his possession until he was satisfied I had truly considered the cost.
I waited. I thought. And when I knew—when I was certain—I went to him.
I knocked timidly on his study door. He called for me to enter, and when I stepped inside, he did not gesture toward the couch where we have had so many proper conversations. Instead, he turned in his chair to face me fully, and he spread his legs wide, and he gestured to the floor between his sinfully inviting thighs.
I went to him. I knelt there, looking down at the carpet, but he said, “Put your hands on my thighs and look at me.”
I moved further in between his legs, close enough that the air I breathed off his crotch was not only scented but warm. I placed my trembling hands on his thighs and looked up into his eyes. I held his gaze for a few seconds, but the intensity of it—of him looking down at me from that position, of what I was agreeing to become—overwhelmed me, and I placed my head on his left thigh, my nose almost touching the middle seam of his trousers, and I breathed deep.
I heard my uncle’s breath hitch in response. His hand came to rest on my forehead, but instead of the paternal love that gesture usually signifies, his hand crushed my face into his crotch, and I was grateful—so grateful—that the choice was taken from me, that I did not have to act on the desire to do just that but that he made me, and that made it somehow more beautiful.
But just as quickly as his hand had crushed my face into his body, it left, and his voice said, “Kamal, I want you to know that whatever you say to me tonight, all we will do is speak. I will not take you even if you have come to tell me you want it. I will not have you look back on this night and think I guided your responses somehow because I wanted you. Don’t mistake me; I want you. I want you desperately. But tonight I will hear your answer, nothing more. My darling boy, don’t be afraid. Whatever you have to say to me, I will love you like I always have. My love is not on the table. It is not part of any deal. It is there for you always.”
I looked up at him and said, “Uncle, everything you say to me, every memory I have of loving you and you loving me, convinces me that this is the right thing for me. To belong to you. I have come to tell you that I accept your terms. You fill me with joy, uncle. You always have. And I can’t wait for you to fill me with a more selfish love. With your need and your desire. I am made for you. I am the luckiest faggot in the world that you not only want me but refuse to stop loving me. I have thought this through like you commanded, and I am yours.”
My uncle smiled at me and said, “Kamal…”. His voice broke a little as he said my name. “Kamal, go to your room and sleep. You have made your choice and I respect that. Go and sleep your last night as your own man. Tomorrow when you wake you will be mine.”
I came to my room, and wrote this email.
And I am going to sleep now to dream of what tomorrow’s Sun will look like.
Kamal.
ASTOUNDING!!
I cannot express my joy and pride properly in the face of Kamal’s open-hearted courage! Just speechless!
This is what can happen when a faggot’s need to be useful in service to an Alpha overcomes fear! A faggot must want the fulfillment more than it fears punishment or anger!
Now, I didn’t think Master Farid was going to hurt Kamal. However, there could’ve been emotional rejection that in many ways is much worse than being beaten or punished!
I just cannot believe that Master Farid admitted that he’s wanted to own his faggot nephew for a long time! Once again, you do not know what it going through the minds of Alphas around us, regardless of whether they’re straight or not!
So now Kamal gets to wake up to a new existence as the property of Master Farid! He’s an OWNED FAGGOT!
That’s a destiny worth waking to!
Congratulations, my brother Kamal!
Love,
sam the faggot
