The following post is part of a thread chronicling the six year ownership of a 21-year-old faggot named Tim by his lifelong Asian friend and Alpha, Master Nick. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Most of us lose the friendships of our boyhood once we reach our teens and get into high school. Our circle of friends widens out, interests change, and we just move on. I’ve retained only one casual friend from my boyhood, whereas I still have many of my friends from high school close to me. It’s just the nature of things.
But every so often a boyhood friendship develops in such a way that the bond not only becomes stronger, but it even becomes vital. Such is the case with a faggot named Tim.
In youth, Tim was best friends with an Asian boy named Nick. They spent countless days together, playing and wrestling and making silly games and doing all of the crazy things boys do.
But then two critical events occurred that would change both of their lives forever. Here’s Tim with the story:
Hello brother Sam. I came across your website through browsing, and saw your posts about the Alpha Asians, and needed to share how I serve my Asian alpha god. I wanted to just share how happy I am to be not just his boyfriend, but his bitch, his slut, his faggot, and how excited I am for our next step in my life with my Sir. I really don’t have a question except whether it’s possible for me to fall in greater love and obsession with him.
My Sir and I are both 21 years old. My name is Tim, and my alpha is Nick. I submitted to him when we were 15, and it has been six of the best years of my life worshipping and serving his inexhaustible needs and his ever growing strength and power.
Right now I am typing while his afternoon load oozes around the thick butt plug put in my aching sore pussy, and I can’t wait until he finishes his evening home workout to fill me again. I have limited time to write as I will be there to serve, lick, suck, and present myself for his sweaty, pumped self after his workout, but I want to at least share the start of how everything fell into place for how I became Alpha Nick’s faggot boyfriend.
My family is white, Nick’s is Chinese/Japanese. We were childhood friends, neighbors and inseparable. Same school, same sports, same activities. I was always louder and bigger as a kid, but Nick, smaller and more quiet, was always able to control me from going overboard.
Nick was bullied in junior high for being Asian. I fought the bullies off, and thought that would be how it was. Me protecting Nick, no one messing with my best friend.
Everything changed when Nick had to move across the country for two years for his dad’s job. We were 13. I hated it. I didn’t want to lose Nick. We messaged for those two years, but I never saw him until he came back, and texted me to know he was home.
I rushed to see him, and I remember being absolutely floored. Gone was the lanky, scrawny Asian boy I protected. In his place when Nick opened the door was a defined muscled boy. When he hugged me hard, his bulging arms almost crushed everything out of me. My breath, my thoughts, my body. In place, I remember the hardness of his muscles, and above all, his rich smell.
We wrestled like we always did as kids, but things were different. He pinned me single-handedly and easily, put me in a chokehold and stared intensely at me as I struggled at his far superior strength until I tapped out. He flexed his big muscled arm above me, grinning down at me. I recall that moment so vividly as it was the first time I felt something inside me drop.
I didn’t know it then, but Nick had become a true Alpha in those two years. He had grown through so much. But all he told me was that he had to stand up to other people who were racist to him. Nick joined a gym and got into martial arts. He had gotten stronger and more confident. Only later would I know just how much stronger and confident.
We compared heights; before he left, I was over half a head taller. Back together, we were the same height, but he was so much more muscled and defined. Then came my first shock. We compared cocks. Over the two years, we had messaged about jerking off and what turned us on. But never any pictures.
I remember I was hard from our wrestling, the hardest I’ve ever been. Nick was hard too, from what I now know was from dominating me so easily and so powerfully. I remember trying to salvage my pride, saying I bet my cock was bigger. His silent grin said it all as we pulled down our shorts.
Brother Sam. I had never been so humbled. I measured myself, and I was proud of my 5 inches, knowing I had more to grow. What Nick revealed…when that dark, massive shaft came out. When Nick pointed that glistening giant head at me. When he laid his cock over my pathetic one, and it was almost twice my length, and more than twice my girth.
Nick didn’t say a word. He just grinned as I slowly jerked our cocks together. I couldn’t stop staring. Both down at his huge Asian cock dwarfing mine, then back at his smiling face. I don’t think we said anything for a good amount of time, that day was a blur.
I only remember that when we finally put our cocks away and sat down to play on his console, I couldn’t stop looking back at his heavy bulge pushing at the seams of his shorts. How his strong legs framed his groin, the way he sat, the way he stood and walked. That day is burned deep in my memory as the starting point of my faghood to my alpha friend and my master.
It was obvious the change in Nick back at school. I was still the louder one and outgoing, but I was the one following Nick around. I let him chose our lunch spot, and how he seemed to just be in charge of where he was, even when he was silent. That intense calm of his…everyone was visibly attracted to him. I was no exception. But I was happy he stuck with me.
Nick took me to work out, and before I fully submitted to him as my Alpha, they were the most intense and high times I had. My workout was nothing, I watched him pump weights, running, stretching. When he spotted me, my eyes could not leave his muscles. Nick knew. I knew. But I wasn’t ready to admit it that we were different now.
That changed one week where he was absent from school twice. I wanted to see if he was ok. I arrived at his house and heard low moaning and the sounds of heavy hard sex. I had watched porn before, not with Nick, but I could tell that there was fucking happening in his house.
I remember my head emptying. Only hearing the sounds of intense fucking. The high-pitched moans and someone else’s familiar voice growling deep and low.
I had used my spare key to let myself in, and the first thing I remember hitting me was the smell of male body and sweat. Smells I started to associate with working out with Nick. The next thing to hit me was the intense fucking sounds. Nick didn’t even bother taking it to his bedroom, he was in the living room.
Nick saw me, but he barely paused. He just told me to wait, and I watched, transfixed, as he railed hard and deep with such long strokes. I caught a glimpse of his slut, and recognized it as a star athlete from the senior high school we would attend the next year.
I only kept watching as he finished, pumping with deep powerful thrusts, and I realized, I wished it was me. As he pulled out and a massive, cum covered cock revealed itself, I remember wishing, I want that.
I don’t remember what I asked him, my mind was blanked and turning. But I remember him grinning at me, palming his still hard, monster cock, and saying, “All day.” I remember him telling me to come back later, and he went back to mounting his prey, who barely moved except moaning out. I wondered, and was jealous, of just how long he had been fucking him. By my 15 year old best friend.
Nick told me everything that night when I went over. How even when we were kids, he knew he was different. How moving away let him explore. How he started to fuck other people at the gym in the school he was at over there. How he even fucked his dad’s construction foreman when he visited. How the foreman became his muscled bitch for the last year he was over there.
Nick made me stroke him as he recounted the high number of guys he had fucked and used when he moved. I never had to use two hands before, but I did for his cock. He talked. I stroked. His pre dripped all over my hands. I remember I was kneeling in front of him as he sat, his huge body and cock towering over me.
When he finished talking, ending with who I learnt was the baseball captain of the high school I saw him fucking earlier, I held his cock in my hands like a trophy. I knew that we had changed. He wasn’t just my childhood friend. I asked him why didn’t he claim me like he did the others. That I knew.
He just said that unlike his other fags, I was special. And he wanted me to submit completely and without hesitation. Honestly he could have taken me that first day he came back and I would be his faithful fag forever, but he, in his own alpha way, loved and valued me.
I wish to share more, brother Sam. I want to tell you of the day he truly cunted me. How he truly transformed me into his. I want to tell you just how much stronger he’s gotten. How big he’s gotten. How his giant Asian cock has gotten even bigger, thicker, more monstrous. How I love every inch of it. How he now towers over me, an absolute beast of a hunk, how his defined, muscled Asian body commands attention, and how beautiful he looks as an Alpha god no matter what he is doing. How over the next six years, he grew into the amazing strong Alpha he is, owning multiple faggots with his powerful demeanor.
And how through all he has ascended, no matter who he uses or controls, he still always makes time and space for me. Claiming me like he did six years ago. And every time he does, every time he buries his mammoth cock inside me, laying his enormous body on top of me, calls me his boyfriend fag, how when he slam fucks me til I’m seeing black, I can still hear his low, deep voice saying how he could stay inside me forever.
But I can hear his workout ending. He always finishes his home workout by aggressively smashing the heavy bag around, and even through multiple walls, I can hear just how punishing the thuds are. And after every workout, I worship his sweat, muscles, and cock before he claims me brutally and overwhelmingly. I live for it, brother Sam. I live for Sir Nick, all of him, for every thought of mine to be fucked full of Him.
So much in this startling and detailed story to unpack!
First of all, I think it’s fair to say we can dispel any doubts about the genetic nature of Alphahood. Master Nick was born Alpha, but it wasn’t unleashed until circumstances forced it to the surface (I suppose much like Bruce Banner and The Hulk). But how did Master Nick return at age 15 after two years with so much dominance and so much power and control over faggots? Did he go away to Alpha School?
No, of course he didn’t. He knew these things because Alphahood is a programming gifted to our greatest Men. The genetic secrets and wisdom of Alphahood are sacred mysteries shared and protected among only the members of this elite fraternity. Master Nick was born with these secrets and codes baked into his very psyche.
Kudos to my brother Tim for instantly recognizing the overwhelming and undeniable Alphahood of his old friend, and having the sense to submit completely! It might’ve been easy to fall into jealous rages or competitions with a friend who once seemed like an equal. However, Tim instantly realized they were no longer even close to being equal. That takes proper humility!
I really hope Tim continues to share more illuminating stories about the six years he’s been blessed to serve as Master Nick’s primary faggot!
