The following post is part of a thread documenting the service discoveries of Tim, a faggot in a long-term open-but-vanilla relationship who seeks part-time ownership from an Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
I was pretty thrilled to read faggot Tim’s (literally) steamy account of servicing a couple of Alphas in the sauna of his gym. You can read that by CLICKING HERE. The entire episode is a microcosm of everything that happens between Alphas and faggots when they find themselves in compromising places. It began with subtle foot tempting by one Alpha toward Tim, and ended with Tim servicing two Alphas! It’s practically textbook!
However, gym saunas (that are not outright gay establishments) pose all sorts of difficulties when it comes to satisfying hierarchical duties. Indeed, in Tim’s first letter they were interrupted multiple times by visitors and passersby.
I told Tim that it was clear he was going to encounter at least one of the two Alphas again soon, but I didn’t know it would be THE VERY NEXT DAY!
However, this time they had a most unwelcome visitor:
Hi Sam,
i went back to the gym today and after my workout i was getting ready to go into the steam room and the manspreading Alpha arrived! I couldn’t believe it. I went in and He joined me after he got undressed. Of course i immediately started worshiping Him. I started by massaging his shoulders and stroking His cock some and He was rubbing my neck and forcefully guided my mouth to His perfect Alpha cock. i learned more about how He likes to be worshiped from His guidance. He was fingering my furry faggot hole and I was really trying to make Him cum. It was incredible!
But then, ugh, the manager opened the door and we were caught. The manager was pretty chill about it. He said ‘That’s not cool guys. I’m gonna have to report you to headquarters.” and left. So Alpha and i exchanged looks and staggered our exit. I showered and He was getting dressed when I came out to get dressed.We talked a bit. He was super sweet. Always surprising how forceful and Alpha can be but also sweet. He has kind of a hippy vibe. Then the manager came back and asked me my first name and said I should be hearing from the members manager via email by the end of the day. After he left, Alpha and i had another chat kind of rolling our eyes about it all and then He left.
As i was leaving and passing the front desk, the manager said ” Have a great day.” So i approached him and apologized (he is definitely gay) and said it was a bad choice. He said he understood and it happens and it’s no judgement on his part. i asked him what he thought would happen and he said my membership may be suspended but he’s not really sure. I thanked him and left.
This happened around 11am. It’s 3pm now and i am home with my partner playing if off as any other lazy Saturday at home. Inside i am having a major panic attack. i’m catastrophizing big time and full on expecting the cops to show up at my house. my rational mind is saying “thousands of men around the world are hooking up in steam rooms right now, it’s not a big deal” but the rest of my mind is playing out all these horrible outcomes. i’ve been considering cancelling my membership and ignoring any emails about this i get. But of course, that will involve some communication with the gym as cancelling a gym membership is never easy!
i am gonna try and wait it out for now. Maybe there will be no email and it was just a verbal threat and warning and the manager cut us a break? I wish! i’m trying to have a sense of humor about it but i also feel a lot of shame and am crashing and am feared up. Could they file a police report?! i was so high from it all and thought i was on a rise in my faggot servitude. Feeling like i took 100 steps back.
Thanks for listening Sam,
faggot Tim
sub4MASTERplease – discord
I figured the God Alpha was going to return to the scene of the crime and reclaim his new faggot! And it sounds like they picked right back up where they left off!
But then that damned manager had to come along and enforce the rules!
I understand why Tim felt so hysterical after being caught, but he really should rely on the God Alpha’s lead here. The God Alpha didn’t seem to care at all about being caught, and I think he knows it’s nothing (or will be). It’s simply understood that Alphas can and will do whatever they want.
For faggots, there’s always fear and uncertainty. However, this is just one gym with no real power other than cancelling a membership. It’s no biggie.
But I do think it’s imperative that Tim exchanges numbers with the God Alpha. Why this hasn’t happened already is quite baffling to me. That way Tim can serve away from prying eyes!
The following post is part of a thread documenting the service discoveries of Tim, a faggot in a long-term open-but-vanilla relationship who seeks part-time ownership from an Alpha. CLICK HERE to read all posts in this thread in chronological order!
How many times have I recommended gyms and gym locker rooms to both Alphas and faggots over the years? I’ve served Alphas in gyms, and I’ve chronicled many Alphas and faggots who have found success there. Gyms are notoriously great places for Alpha/faggot connections because of the fact that working out floods Alphas with testosterone (and faggots with Alpha pheremones), and the pumps they receive get them feeling their own powerful sexual presence. It’s literally gasoline on red-hot coals.
Another great reason why gyms are such effective pick-up places is because of hierarchical energy. Alphas love to flex around other males is order to reinforce hierarchy, and they also love to show off their easy power. There are few flexes more dramatic than an Alpha claiming a faggot in the middle of a room full of Men! Trust me on this … I’ve been to PRISON, after all!
The latest evidence of the power of gyms to connect Alphas and faggots might be the greatest (and certainly hottest) story this site has ever featured. It’s an account from a faggot named Tim, a late-forties gay male in a long-term vanilla relationship in the northeastern corner of the United States. It’s the perfect example of a faggot being yielding to the hierarchical winds blowing him toward destiny, and then being unafraid to take action when that moment arrives.
My comments after. Buckle up, because this is one incredible story:
Hey Sam,
i had a pretty intense faggot experience today that i think moved me forward in my efforts to find an ongoing Sir. I’m in a smaller big city in the north east, masculine presenting faggot in my late 40’s. My gym is mostly straight in the business section of center city. Very rarely have i been able to serve Men in the steam room. Today i had the steam room all to myself, then hit the shower. As i was drying off at my locker with my tiny fag cock out, i caught eyes with a Man going in. He sat down near the glass door and was staring at me , nodding His head in a “get in here” gesture. So of course i did, sat next to Him with my towel undone and He pulled out his massive Man cock and I blew Him. He was pushing my face under his balls close to his furry asshole. He smell d amazing post workout. My tiny cock was leaking like crazy. He came in my mouth and gave me a good face slap and left.
i was pretty happy! This never happens! It was worth using my drying towel in the steam room and now only having 2 small hand towels to dry off with. i waited a minute or so and left the sauna.
As i was coming out a tall Man with dreads wrapped up and slightly spilling out watched me and i couldn’t help look him in the eyes and than it was hard to look away. We was taking his clothes off and i couldn’t tell if He was going to work out or wanted me to go back in the steam room. So i checked my phone at my locker and lingered and our eyes kept meeting. He was humming and had super cheery vibe. i was confused and cold so i started to make my way to the shower and He gave me look as i passed him that after a few more steps past Him, i honored my impulse to turn back, put my soap back in my locker and go the the steam room.
2 guys were in there sitting on the higher bench. The seating is an L shape, with the bottom of the L having 2 levels and the long part of the L just one level of seating. The 2 guys on the 2nd level with their feet on the 1st level of wooden bench, were spaced in a way that they took up the width of the upper bench. 1 guy was super hot, looked straight, late 50’s, on His phone with His pretty big cock hanging out of His towel. The other guy looked like a 40 something quiet, maybe gay, type of guy. I sat on the one leveled long part of the L so I was in profile to the 2 guys sitting on level 2. Then the Sir that was staring at me in the locker room walked in. towel in hand, not around His body. He gestured to the 2 guys on level 2 and they both moved to their corners and He sat between them. He was tall and he manspread and took up al His space. His cock was the perfect big cock size. i followed my impulse to open my towel so my tiny fag cock was visible to Him. He stretched His arms out and sighed, or more like mad an ahhh sound. Just owning the steam room.
Then He stretched His leg out and his foot was right in front of my face! I stared as it and followed it as he put it back down. Then he stretched his other leg so his other foot was right in front of my face. I followed it back. This repeated. i wanted to kiss them each time they were directly in front of my face. i tried to scope out the other 2 guys. The guy with his cock out and on his phone was so hard to read. I kept thinking – who brings their phone into a steam room?! – Probably not someone who wants a faggot to worship their cock. the other guy I felt like he would be jerking off to whatever i did to the Alpha. So i didn’t make a move. i took a few breaks and sat outside the steam room. i hoped the other guys would leave. They all stayed in there the entire time, never even taking a break.
After what felt like hours but was about 20 minutes, i went back in after my 4th or so break and after a few minutes the phone guy left. Alpha stretched out his foot right in front of my face and i kissed it. He put His big toe in my mouth. I sucked it. I licked the sole of His foot. He put it down and i followed it with my head and kissed the top of it. He lifted his other foot and I kissed it, put as much of it in my mouth as i could as He extended his leg fully, stretching it. The other guy slid closer to Sir and was stroking his now hard Alpha cock. I started massaging the free foot with my hands when using my mouth to worship the other. A few moments of pause when people walked by. One of the stops the other guy left. Finally alone with the Alpha, Sir. Ad then another time we paused because the phone guy came back. He took his towel off and sat on it with His big cock out! So i just went back to worshiping Alpha’s feet. One of the times we came back from another quick pause I slid over to the lower bench, between his legs and put His cock in my mouth. it was hard and big enough to be hard and hanging down into my mouth. my hands were massaging his foot. i was sure to get my mouth on his balls and get a good sniff under His balls. He put the foot that was in my hands in my mouth. i sucked on his foot as deep as i could. He moaned. I grabbed the other Sir’s foot and massaged it. He was stroking His cock. Alpha moaned again and I looked over at His cock and He was cumming! A nice slow ooze of a load all over His inner thigh. He put His cock in my mouth to take the rest of it and then i licked all the Alpha cum off His inner thigh. We had a quick stop pause as a guy walked by causing me to move back to my seat across from Him. He stood up and stretched His arms, holding his towel He had been sitting on. His cock was swinging and he sighed a very satisfied sigh and left.
I slid back over to be under the phone Man’s cock. He fed it to me and He gestured for me to sit up on the upper tier next to Him. I did and He grabbed the back if my head and guided it to His cock. I sucked it nice and slow until we had to pause again and He said “I don’t wanna get thrown outta here” and slapped His cock against my cheek and left.
Okay, you can breathe now!
First of all, I’m so proud of my brother Tim for stepping up when the moment called for action even though he wasn’t exactly sure what kind of reaction he might receive! He was successful because he trusted this hierarchical truth: being submissive and worshipful to Alphas will almost always result in a positive response because Alphas all love to be worshiped!
Buoyed by that truth, Tim was able to do remarkable things to serve multiple Alphas in a gym sauna!
Notice also that Tim paid attention to the Alphas in the locker room, noticing their signals and obeying them! A faggot MUST carefully watch the Alphas around them, being observant for clues that can lead to service opportunities. Tim did that, and he achieved success!
Notice also: Tim perfectly describes the actions of a verifiable God Alpha with the manspreading Alpha who directed the other two Alphas in the sauna. My hierarchical diagram continues to prove to be true!
Now Tim had a few questions. I want to make sure I answer them as well:
i couldn’t believe all the luck i had today. i wanted to share it with you and ask you the questions that were going through my mind as i rode home on the bus. i’m in an open gay ltr that’s vanilla and i’m very happy in it. i don’t want to be a live in or 24/7 faggot. i want to serve within my limitations. i know that sounds counter to what a faggot is. is there room for a faggot like me in this? i hope to find an Alpha that will need a fag on the side. i can’t do findom but am eager to serve in all the ways i can with limits pushed as well, just not changing the course of my life outside of being a faggot. i believe there is an alpha out there that will fit with me. Ive met a few over the years but none that lasted too long. What do you think, Sam?
My other question – am i on the right track with my behavior today? i hope to see one of the 2 Alphas i met today. Interestingly, the 2nd one (phone Alpha) seemed like an even better fit but not really sure. Hope i run into them both again at the gym. Any ideas as to how to approach them when i do?
i’m sub4MASTERplease on the Discord. Not sure if it’s ok to include that. Love to hear from anyone who has thoughts as well.
Thanks Sam,
faggot Tim
To answer Tim’s concerns:
Tim is a terrific example of perfect faggot behavior. Yes, he’s in a relationship, but even so he’s still seeking out Alphas to serve and then serving them! He asks if that’s okay to serve “part-time” and still be a faggot. The very fact that he’s asking such a thing is proof that he’s an amazing faggot. That’s the right mindset. I’m so proud of him for this!
As for his question about being on the right track, all I can say is YES YOU ARE, BROTHER! These Alphas have identified Tim as a very good, obedient, service-oriented faggot. They are coming back for more service, and I know Tim will be at the gym ready for anything!
Thank you, Tim, for sharing your incredible triumph and the wisdom it imparts! I can’t wait to connect to you on Discord!
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!
